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Chapter 1 - Escort	In and out she went. The woman's asshole was a snug fit. In and out. Slowly she pulled out for every stroke so only the bulbous head was inside before sliding the meaty rod back home. Deep inside the moaning female it went with a squelch. She'd never measured it, but she assumed the head was up there around the lady's belly button. It was easily twice the length of that boringly average cock the lady of the house was sucking on. Her agent had provided Talia with the current deal last night. She'd said it was for a filthy rich couple. The lady in this one had wanted a well endowed woman to slowly fuck her ass in front of her bound husband as she sucked him off. A nervous couple had greeted her only twenty minutes before. As per the agreement she wasted no time, opened her coat and let the beast swing forth. There was an immense amount of enjoyment to be had from the look on the couple's face as they oogled her cock. Pointing up at the woman and thick as a soda can, it was quite a sight. The stupid grin on her husband's face made Talia's juices flow as her sadistic side took hold. "I believe a nice, comfortable bed is in order," she said and was led by an eager first timer to the queen of all bed chambers. In and out. That was the deal. In every way. As an all to familiar sensation in her tightening ball sack took hold she gritted her teeth and grunted while shoving her big cock home one last time. As her crotch met the woman's ass she ruptured, emptying her swollen balls inside a most welcoming back door. The hubby squirted a tiny amount of thin goo on his wife's face as Talia's cock and balls continued to pump copious amounts of thick and healthy juice into that, oh, so lovely asshole . "Oh, God, she's filling me up," the lady exclaimed with delirious look on her face. Five minutes later, the lady of the house produced an envelope with shaking hands and a glazed look on her face. The payment was a thousand dollars, per the agreement. She leaned towards Talia and whispered, "There's an extra tip in there. You performed well above expectations. My bum's all tingly," she giggled girlishly. Talia smiled coolly. She was used to generous tips, but that did not make her cocky. Her hand slid around the lady's back, down to her ass. There she slid a finger into the tender, cum filled asshole. The lady produced a shivering moan. "I'd be glad to help out some other time," Talia whispered into her ear. The well endowed escort made a spectacle of barely acknowledging the lady's joke of a husband. As she left she heard the woman: "You did great, honey. Let me give you a reward." Talia shot a glance back at them and saw cum oozing out of the lady's asshole as she straddled her husband enveloping his forgettable appendage with an exquisitely fleshy pussy. Back in her apartment she opened the envelope to reveal the catch. She threw herself in her recliner and a grin slowly spread across her face as she counted the hundred dollar bills. There were fifty of them in all. Yeah, she'd definitely be back.
Chapter 1 - Chapter 1	If you wish to find out how to support me, then please click the link below: https://patreon.com/accio__dracarys It was Valentine's Day, and Jon Stark was sitting on the couch of his father’s living room. A football game between the Winterfell Wolves and Bolton Reds was going on, and Jon was watching it, trying to ignore that he had not planned his Valentine’s Day to go like this The reason for Jon being alone on this day was because he was going through a breakup with ex-girlfriend Ygritte. It had not been even 2 months since he’d caught her in his bed with Ramsay Bolton, and the memories of her betrayal were still fresh in his mind. He wasn’t even able to spend the day at his apartment, because his roommate Sam had planned a date with his girlfriend Gilly there. Sam was very apologetic when he had asked Jon to not return to their apartment for just one night, and Jon wasn’t able to deny his friend’s request. He instead returned to his father’s house, who was more than happy to have him there, as he was out on a date with Jon’s stepmother Catelyn. They had married when Jon was around 13 years old, and while he would never see her as his mother, he respected the woman. Catelyn also treated Jon with great care and love, and for that reason Jon was very fond of the woman. He was interrupted from his musings, when he heard the sound of the door opening. “You guys back home this early?”, He called out, a little bit curious about what had made the date so short. The sound of the door being slammed shut reached his ears, and Jon was surprised to see only Catelyn step into the room, with a furious expression on her face. “Hey, where’s da-” “Your father…. called off our date mid-way because apparently, apparently something important had happened, and he had to go back to his office”, she huffed, as Jon looked up at her questioningly. “One Day! One day I ask him to take off early from work, and he can’t even do that. I had so many plans for today, and that man has ruined them all!” Catelyn was almost on the brink of tears, and Jon hurriedly got up and made her sit down on the couch. “I’m sure something extremely important must’ve happened at the office. He wouldn't have ditched your plans like this otherwise”, he said, while placing a hand on her back and patting it gently, in an attempt to comfort her. But that had been the wrong thing to say apparently, because Catelyn turned towards him, “Extremely important? We haven’t been on a date for months! Whenever I plan anything, he suddenly has work to do.” “Well, I’m sure he had his reasons”, Jon spoke up half-heartedly, in face of Catelyn’s anger. He was expecting another outburst at his lousy reply, but instead Catelyn just sighed sadly. “I honestly don’t know how much more I can go on like this. I just think Ned has lost interest in me” “Wha- what no. Dad loves you! There’s no way he would just lose interest in you like that.” “Why not? I’m not getting any younger, he must’ve found some young girl working in his office that took his fancy” “Catelyn look at me”, Jon said firmly, “You’re a really beautiful woman. Only a fool would find you unattractive, and I know my dad isn’t a fool.” Jon wasn’t lying when he said that, even though she’d been crying some time ago. Catelyn looked really pretty, she was wearing red lipstick, and the black dress she was wearing showed off all of her curves, and quite a bit of her cleavage was on display. Jon was trying to resist the urge to look downwards, and kept his eyes firmly on Catelyn’s face. Catelyn blushed at Jon’s words, and asked him hesitantly, “You really think so?” “Yes, I do. Don’t worry, I will talk to dad about this thing, and make him come around” Catelyn looked happy at Jon’s words, and spoke after a little while. “I don’t think you’ll need to do that. If your father wants to stay in his office the whole day he can” “Wait what do you mea-” He was shut up as Catelyn pressed her lips against his. For a moment Jon didn’t know how to react, but when he felt Catelyn’s tongue against his closed mouth, he started kissing her back. Both of their tongues battled for dominance, as Catelyn let out a soft moan. Jon explored her mouth with his tongue, and pulled her onto his lap. His hands roaming her body, before eventually settling onto her round ass cheeks. He felt Catelyn’s arms around his neck, as she deepened the kiss, and started grinding on his crotch. They eventually pulled apart, both of them gasping for air. Catelyn looked at him with a mixture of desire and guilt, as if she couldn't believe what had just happened. “This-this was wrong”, Jon breathed against her lips, trying not to notice how tight his jeans were feeling with Catelyn sitting on his lap. “Yes, yes it was”, she replied Jon dug his hands into her waist, and pulled her flush against him. “I want to continue doing this though” “So do I.” Jon was about to kiss Catelyn again, when she pulled back and pressed a finger against his lips when he was about to say something. “Wait here, I will be back” Jon stayed sitting on his couch, recounting what had happened between him and Catelyn just moments ago. He knew it was wrong of them to do that, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about it. This was like one of his childhood fantasies come true. He sat there quite a while, and was beginning to think that maybe Catelyn had changed her mind, when she stepped inside the room. Jon’s jaw dropped when he saw Catelyn wearing what was maybe the skimpiest set of lingerie that he’d seen on anyone. The bra showed almost all of her breasts, with just a bow hiding the nipples from Jon’s gaze, and she was wearing crotchless panties, leaving her glistening pussy bare in front of him. The set was colored red, which went nicely with Catelyn’s hair, and made her look even more attractive. She was looking shyly at him when she entered, her look almost went unnoticed by Jon who was busy ogling her body. And it wasn’t until she cleared her throat that Jon looked at her face. “You, look so fucking sexy Catelyn”, Jon said “You really think so?”, she asked, a bit hesitant. “Yes God. I’m going to fuck you all night”, Jon almost growled. Catelyn’s pussy tingled at Jon’s words, and she felt herself getting a little confident in her appearance. “Well, to do that. You’ll have to get out these clothes first.”, she said, almost stalking to where Jon was sitting, and getting to her knees. She lowered Jon’s pants, and took out his extremely hard cock. “Oh my~ you’re way bigger than Ned is”, she said, stroking his cock lightly. Jon got a smug expression on his face when Catelyn compared his size with Ned’s, and moaned as she licked his entire length from bottom to top. She sucked on the head of his cock, before opening her mouth and taking half of his length inside of her. She bobbed her head up and down, as the moans coming from Jon only increased. Slowly, she forced herself his entire length inside, getting extremely aroused by the way his cock was stretching her throat. Being unable to his size, Catelyn’s eyes started watering, and she pulled back. A string of saliva connecting her lips to Jon’s cock. After Catelyn regained her composure a little, she took Jon’s hand and placed it on the top of her head, indicating that she wanted him to take control. GLUKH Jon gripped her hair firmly, and just pushed her face to the bottom of his cock. He kept a fast pace, not giving her time to breathe properly in between, and Catelyn got more aroused at the rough treatment. “Gods, your mouth feels so perfect around my cock”, he groaned, while he kept fucking her mouth, with drool dribbling down her chin. He pulled her off his cock when he was getting close, yanking on her hair and making her look up at him. “I’m getting close, where do you want me to cum?” In response, Catelyn just stuck her tongue out, and shrugged off the flimsy bra she was wearing, while pushing her breasts together with her hands. Seeing Catelyn having such a whorish expression on her face, Jon started stroking his cock frantically. He shuddered before coming with a groan, releasing loads of his cum all over Catelyn’s face and breasts. Catelyn maintained eye contact with Jon, as she scooped his cum off her fingers, and sucked them clean. “Mhmm it tastes so good”, she said, while moaning whorishly as she licked at her fingers. Catelyn knew that she had succeeded, as she saw Jon’s flaccid cock get hard again. He had a dark look in his eyes while he was looking at the lewd display in front of him, and slowly got up from the couch. Catelyn was pulled up to her feet by Jon, and squealed as Jon picked her on his shoulder and started marching towards the room. He placed her gently on the bed when they entered, and slowly lined up his cock with his entrance. Catelyn shuddered as Jon smacked his cock lightly against her pussy, each impact sending shivers throughout her body. “Stop teasing me, and just fuck me already”, Catelyn grunted, Both of them groaned as Jon relented, and pushed into her. “Fuck! You feel so perfect”, Jon said as Catelyn’s wet pussy just wrapped around his cock. Jon started pushing in and out of her slowly, and Catelyn let out soft mewls and whimpers. “You feel so much better than your father my entire cunt is stretched, fuck!” “Oh God yes, yes”, Catelyn screamed, as Jon increased his pace and started hammering inside of her with a furious pace. Jon grabbed her legs, and pushed her upwards until her knees were touching her breasts, leaving Catelyn in a very uncomfortable position but giving Jon leverage to go deeper inside of her. “You’re such a fucking slut, getting fucked in your marriage bed by your husband’s son” Catelyn’s arousal reached to a breaking point, the combination of Jon’s dirty words and his massive cock hammering his cock inside of her bringing her to the edge. “I’m going to cum~”, she screamed, her pussy spasming around Izuku’s cock as she reached a powerful orgasm. Jon was feeling closer to his orgasm as well, and while Catelyn was getting down from the high, he flipped her around and forced her face into the bed. He entered her swiftly, keeping the same frantic pace from before. Looking at Catelyn’s perfect bubble butt, Jon couldn’t resist but to spank it. SMACK SMACK Muffled noises of pain and pleasure were coming from Catelyn, as Jon kept one hand on her head and kept spanking her ass cheeks with the other, leaving red imprints on her pale arse cheeks. “Fuck, I’m going to cum”, Jon groaned, as he buried himself to the hilt inside of her, and released his load inside. His orgasm triggered her’s as well, as Jon felt her legs shivering and pussy spasming around his cock. Once both of them had ridden the bliss of their orgasm, Jon flipped her back over, and kissed her deeply. “I hope this made up for the shit start to your Valentine’s Day”, Jon remarked “Oh it more than made up for it”, she sighed, contentedly. “Ned not coming to our date may be the best thing to happen for me” Support me on patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Accio__dracarys
Chapter 2 - Chapter 2	If you wish to support me on Patreon, then please click the link below: https://www.patreon.com/Accio__dracarys Cersei was sitting on the head table of Winterfell's great halls. Holding a glass of wine in her hands, sipping it slowly. Catelyn Stark was sitting on her right, talking about who pleased she was about the union of their houses. Cersei mostly ignored ignored offering a little smile here and there Her eyes roamed around the hall looking for a certain dark haired boy. Who was the object of her dreams. Jon Snow had haunted her dreams every night since that day. She had dreamt about Jon taking her in every way possible, and making her his bitch. As a result she woke up with a familiar ache between her legs, and not even Jaime (who she managed to sneak into her room a few times) had been able to satisfy her "Are you alright, your Grace", She was snapped back to reality by Catelyn Stark's concerned voice Cersei looked down to seee that she had been so lost in her thoughts that she spilled wine on her dress, which was now ruined. "Yes I am fine just a bit tired I think. I'll be retiring now if you'll excuse me", Cersei said as she got up from the table. And made her way out of the great hall As she was walking down the hall, she heard noises that sounded like someone was moaning, in one of the rooms. She went to investigate where the noise was coming from, and was shocked to find her daughter Myrcella chained to a bed while a thick magnificent cock plundered her pussy. Cersei knew fully well who that cock belonged to. As she had dreamt about the same cock wrecking her over and over again. "Your body is even beautiful than your mother's", Cersei heard Jon growling as he pinched Myrcella's nipples whose moans grew even louder "Fuck Jon, this body belongs to you. Wreck this cunt just as you wrecked my whore mother's cunt", Myrcella moaned Cersei stood in the doorway half-naked in the doorway. One of her palmed her breast, pinching her nipples while the other hand snaked its way into her underclothes. Her fingers fucking her pussy at the same pace Jon was fucking Myrcella. Cersei was imagining herself in Myrcella's position as she was finger-fucking herself. She felt herself getting close and her fingers started working even faster. She started moaning but it was drowned by her daughter screaming like a banshee as she came. She saw Jon taking his still hard cock of her daughter's pussy and spray his cum all over her Myrcella's petite body, ropes after ropes of cum fell onto her breasts and stomach, painting it white. This was the breaking point for Cersei as she came with a shudder, she fell to her knees as her legs felt weak She looked over to her lover and daughter to see Jon moving over to Myrcella and kiss her furiously. Cersei felt a pang of jealousy at the scene but was scared of getting caught. So she readied herself in an acceptable state, and fled to her room. If she had paid attention she would've known that she had not been as silent as she hoped and that a couple of dark grey eyes, filled with lust watching her flee from the room.
Chapter 4 - Chapter 4	If you wish to support me on Patreon, then please click the link below: https://www.patreon.com/Accio__dracarys Jon was angry, no scratch that he was furious as he walked out of his father's solar. Or his uncle he should say. Ned Stark had just told him that he was Lyanna Stark's and Rhaegar Targaryen's legitimate son. Which meant that the Iron Throne belonged to him and not his father's fat oaf of a friend. Jon had just went into his room when someone knocked the door. He opened it to find the person he least wanted to see at the moment, standing before him. "What the fuck do you want", Jon asked a very sheepish looking Catelyn Stark. "I wanted to ask your forgiveness", Catelyn said while entering Jon's room and closing the door behind her. "Oh?", Jon said while raising an eyebrow "Yes I'm sorry I treated you like servants, I should not have treated my nephew like that. If only I had known-" She was cutoff as Jon grabbed her by the neck in and lightly slammed her into the wall "You want my forgiveness", Jon scoffed his face now inches away from Catelyn's face "Y- yes", she croaked "You have to earn it then", Jon snarled before taking her lips in a bruising lips. His kiss is forceful as he pushes his tongue into her mouth. Catelyn kissed him back, moaning into his mouth before she realized what she was doing and pushed Jon away. "What?" "Did you think my forgiveness would come that easy?", Jon asked, while grabbing and pinching her arse. "No, but I didn't mean this!", Catelyn answered "Well, do you want my forgiveness or not" Seeing Catelyn nod, Jon pushed her to her knees and took lowered his breeches. Catelyn looked at Jon's cock with apprehension. But when she saw the look on Jon's face, she took his cock into her hand, and pumped it a few times before running her tongue along the length of it. She continued licking his cock for a few moments, before she got a bit more bold and with a little hesitation parted her lips and engulfed the head of his cock. She started softly sucking at it and tasting the salty fluids Jon was leaking Even though her blowjob was a bit sloppy, Jon groaned at the feeling of a warm mouth on his dick after a week. He had to concentrate on not blowing his load right away. After a half minute of it, he could barely stand up. “Fuck,” he swore. He grabbed her by the hair, making her look up at him in question. Instead of answering, he just started backing away to where his bed was, and dragged her along with him. She was forced to endure the humiliation of crawling with her mouth still on his dick as he led her to the table. Amazingly enough, her pussy tingled at the degrading way she was being treated by the man she considered lowered than servants all these years. "How do you feel being treated like a whore, Lady Catelyn", Jon mocked as Catelyn continued sucking his cock. Jon's words and tone seemed to excite her even more, and she moaned around his cock, causing wonderful vibrations around it. Jon grabbed her hair hard enough to hurt, causing her to squeal. “Let’s see how much of a whore you are,hmm” He forced her head fully down on his dick. Her nose was crammed into his groin, the unruly bush of hair giving off a musky pungent aroma. She gurgled around his dick and started gagging, with the head of his cock irritating her throat. He pulled her off and she barely had time to breath before being forced down again. Her eyes started to water and tears started rolling down her face as she found it difficult to fully breath. The gagging and wet gurgling sounds coming from the facefuck was bringing Jon closer and closer to eruption. Finally, he thrusted one last time into her mouth and held it there. He grunted loudly as he finally came straight down Catelyn's throat, forcing her to swallow every last drop. He let go of her hair and pushed her off, she fell back on her ass, as she coughed and wretched on the floor, attempting to get rid of the excess saliva in her mouth and get air back into her lungs. Her face was a mess with tears and saliva and cum all over it, she looked a cheap whore to Jon then. Jon looked down at Catelyn as his raging erection finally subsided, as she got her breath she got up and walked towards the door. "And where do you think you're going?", Jon's voice stopped her in her tracks. "This is not over you know" "What do you mean it is not over", Catelyn turned to face him, "I did what you asked" "What I mean is", said Jon pinching her nipple through her clothes and twisting it while she moaned at the mixture of pain and pleasure she was feeling. "Is that there is much left to do right now" "But this is so wrong", she protested "You liked it though", said Jon Seeing her resolve crumbling, Jon moved to remove her dress. "Now you can either remove it willingly or I can tear it apart, the choice is yours" Not really having a choice, Catelyn removed her dress and stood in front of Jon in her naked glory. Jon moved around Catelyn examining her body, she had large breasts which were getting a little saggy, her arse was round and firm. Not being able to help himself Jon, smacked it a few times causing Catelyn to squeal in surprise. Catelyn gasped when Jon ran his finger along her pussy, "You really like what we are doing right now hmm", Jon asked, while Catelyn's face flushed from embarrasment. He pushed her against the door and started rubbing her pussy lips back and forth, back and forth, until her breathing got increasingly heavier. “Say it, , say you want this to continue!” he told her in a demanding tone. She whimpered and her knees buckled. “Pl – please…” “Say it!” he ordered again. “YES, YES, MAKE ME CUM, JON" She didn’t say anything in response, just closed her eyes and bucked her hips up to force the finger to go further in. He introduced another finger into her small opening, and then another. Soon enough he was finger banging Catelyn against the door as fast as he could piston his hand in and out of her. She screamed in ecstasy. He reached up with his other hand and pawed at her breasts and leaned his head down to take her other nipple into his mouth and bit down hard. She shrieked at the mixture of pleasure and pain, but didn’t protest. "By the seven, yes, don't stop, don't stop", she exclaimed, wrapping her legs around Jon's waist. As Catelyn was still moaning Jon's name, he stopped sucking at her tit and moved in for another kiss.She moaned into his mouth as their tongues dueled for dominance. Jon stopped the kiss as abruptly as it started as he was starting to run out of breath. He lay butterfly kisses along her jawline and her neck before nipping at her neck softly. She mewled and moaned as he suckled her neck. He started rubbing her clit with his thumb, and that’s what finally set Catelyn off. Her pussy clenched around his fingers and she lurched up against him in a noiseless scream as her body shuddered up against his. As the orgasm ended, she went limp in his arms. Jon's hands on her arse were the only thing that prevented her from falling down. Jon carried her to the bed where he laid her, he put his fingers in Catelyn mouth having her taste herself. Seeing the erotic sight of Catelyn sucking his fingers, Jon felt himself get hard again, he lined up his cock with her pussy and entered it in a swift thrust. "Oh oh gods", Cately screamed as Jon began fucking her, his cock was way bigger than Ned's and it was hitting spots she didn't even know were there. He picked up her legs and had her bring them back and hold them by her head so he had full access to her pussy. With renewed vigor, he fucked his pussy while Catelyn was an incoherent mess at this point. He felt her pussy clench around his cock, and he thrusted a few mores times into her before taking out and cock and slamming it fully inside her, spilling ropes of his cum inside her. Catelyn and Jon were riding their orgasmic high when the door of his room was opened and there stood Cersei Lannister.
Chapter 3 - Chapter 3	If you wish to support me on Patreon, then please click the link below: https://www.patreon.com/Accio__dracarys Cersei went to her room a little jealous of her daughter, she was way prettier than Myrcella and her body had more curves compared to her daugter's. Then what was the reason that Jon chose her over Cersei. He could have easily asked her if she wanted to fuck somebody, Cersei certainly wouldn't have denied him. As much she was jealous, Cersei was having dirty thoughts about her daughter. She was a little bit ashamed about having these amorous thoughts about her daughter, but her inhibitions were drowned out when she remembered how sexy she looked all tied up. So for the second time that night Cersei's fingers made their way inside her cunt. Cersei let out a moan as she imagined herself tied up in Myrcella's place as her daughter ate her out. Her fingers picked up the pace as she felt herself getting closer to getting a release. She leaned against the wall as she came. Releasing her juices on her fingers. She was exhausted after having orgasmed for the second time that night. So she went to sleep. .................................................................................................... Cersei was woken up from her sleep when she felt a hand covering her mouth, dread settled into Cersei's heart as she struggled against her unknown attacker. But it was for naught as her attacker was quite strong and kept their hold on her. "Don't make a sound bitch, you'll wake up the entire castle", a familiar voice growled in her ear Once the identity of her attacker was confirmed, she ceased her struggles at Jon face came into view. Jon looked at her with lust filled eyes, his usually grey eyes taking a more darker shade. Cersei felt herself getting hot under Jon's stare, when she noticed that she was fully naked, her clothes being torn to shreds. "Like what you see?", Cersei asked Jon, a mischievous smile on her face Her only response was being pushed against the back of her bed, as Jon's lips met her roughly. Jon thoroughly dominated Cersei, his tounge mapping every inch of Cersei's mouth. He moved his hands to Cersei's breasts palming and pinching them, and Cersei's moans only served to make Jon harder than he already was. "As much as I would like for this to continue", Jon said as he paused to take a breath. "We have got to be at another place tonight" "What do you me--", Cersei paused midway through her question as she saw Jon pick something up. It was a collar and leash, the same collar that she had seen on that wolf of his "What I mean bitch", said Jon placing the collar around Cersei's neck and giving it a hard tug, "is that I'm taking you out on a walk tonight" Cersei looked at Jon fearfully before realising that he was actually serious. She moved her hand to the collar to untie it, before a slap from Jon stopped her. "What do you think you are doing", Jon asked her "We can't go outside like this, what if somebody sees us" "Then they will all know what a slut you are, now get up if you know what's good for you" Cersei moved up from her place and went to pick her robe up, when a spank from Jon stopped her "You'll be wearing nothing else then that collar today", he told her emphasizing his point with another tug of the leash "But---" "No buts, bitches don't need any clothes. And you are going to be walking on all fours, like a real bitch" Resigned to her fate Cersei got on her knees and followed Jon through a back door of her room that she never knew was there, into the courtyard. Snow was falling, and Cersei was feeling a little cold from it falling on her naked body. As cold as she was, Cersei was also a bit aroused by being degraded like this. The way Jon dominated her was everything Cersei didn't even knew she wanted. Jon led Cersei into an abandoned tower and by the time they reached there Cersei was practically numb. Her knees had scrapped from walking in the snow and a layer of snow was formed on her naked body. Jon stopped once they reached far enough into the tower and sat on a dusty chair. He motioned Cersei to sit on the cold floor. "You know why we are here", he asked her "No, I don't", Cersei replied, while thinking about what she had done to receive such a treatment "The reason we are here is because you are being unfaithful to me" "No I am------" "Don't think the visits from Jaime have escaped my notice" Cersei stopped arguing then, and looked at Jon fearfully. She didn't think he would know about Jaime and her's relationship. So had continued it regardless of knowing that Jon would be angry if he found out. "So I think your punishment would be 50 spanks on your ass", Jon said, picking Cersei up and laying her across his lap Jon had the hands of a warrior and as the spanks hit Cersei she cried out in pain. Her already sensitive ass was lit on fire. Jon was merciless in his spanking, taking out all of his anger over Cersei cheating on him. And when he was done Cersei's ass was red. Cersei sighed in relief when all the fifty spanks were done, she was turned on by the spanking, and she shivered in anticipation at what was to come next. "Hmmm you were turned on by that, slut", said Jon, moving his hand to Cersei's wet cunt and inserting two fingers inside of her. Cersei moaned when Jon's magical fingers got to work. She moved in rhythm with the thrust of his fingers and could feel herself getting close to her third orgasm of the night. Jon stopped when he felt Cersei getting close, she whimpered when she felt the lack of Jon's fingers and turned her head back to look at him. "You didn't think that was all did you", Jon said, as he lay another spank on Cersei's arse Cersei jumped when she felt Jon's hand hit her already sensitive arse, and wondered what else did he want her do. Jon got up and tied Cersei to the chair, but nothing could prepare her when Myrcella came into view wearing only her a thin robe with nothing underneath. "Hello Mother", Myrcella said, looking at her with disgust, "Or should I call you aunt?" "No wait, I can explain", Cersei said, struggling against the ropes "Save the explanation for later", Myrcella said as she moved over to Jon and kissed him passionately Jon kissed Myrcella passionately, taking her lips into his mouth and sucking them, while his fingers moving down her body to play with her cunt. Myrcella moaned into Jon's mouth as she felt his fingers lightly touching her pussy. Jon started going down on her body, kissing her neck and sucking and lightly biting her nipples. Myrcella moans were getting louder the more Jon started to go down. "Ohhhh yesss Jon, right there", she moaned as Jon moved down to her cunt and let his tounge inside of her. Jon moved his toungne inside of her, while hearing her breathing getting shallower and her moaning. He knew she was close and moving his fingers to play with her clit. As he took it in between his thumb and fingers lightly pressing it. I didn't take Myrcella long to come after that, her legs feeling weak as Jon lapped up her juices, and made her sit on her knees. Positioning her in such a way that his cock would perfectly be viewed by Cersei Myrcella wasn't given a moment of rest as Jon entered her from behind. His giant cock stretching her insides. She was getting close as Jon's cock mercilessly fucked her "Aaaaah yes, fuck me with your giant cock Jon. Ruin me for anybody else" Hearing these words awakened something animalistic in Jon and he increased his speed. Making Myrcella a mess as she moaned louder and louder. Jon felt Myrcella's cunt tighten around his cock as she came, and that was enough for Jon as he let shot ropes and ropes of cum into Myrcella painting her insides white. They lay there for a few moments before Jon got up and moved to Cersei. She was looking extremely frustrated and aroused, so Jon moved to her and untying her and left a lingering kiss on lips, making her taste her daughter on his lips. As Jon moved to get to his room, he saw that Myrcella was truly exhausted. So he enveloped her in her robe and carried her. With his one hand on Cersei's leash. Jon took Myrcella to her room through a secret passage, dropping her on her bed and giving her a kiss. Before leading Cersei to her room and taking off her collar. "You know not to cheat again, do you", Jon asked Cersei "Yes", she replied with a downtrodden look "Oh and I forgot to mention, you're not allowed to get relief or touch yourself until I say so", Jon told her before leaving, not waiting to see the horrified look on Cersei's face.
Chapter 1 - Chapter 1	If you wish to support me on Patreon, then please click the link below: https://www.patreon.com/Accio__dracarys Jon Snow was walking around the courtyard when he walked straight into someone, causing him to trip and land on top of the person. The person was obviously a woman, as Jon's face was buried in the woman's soft breasts. Jon felt himself going hard, when he was pushed roughly off the person. He regained his bearings to see that the person who he fell on top of was Cersei Lannister, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Jon got up quickly before helping Cersei to her feet, and was met with a slap to his face. "Just what do you think you were doing bastard?" Cersei asked, furious "You've ruined my dress, I'll make sure to get you whipped" "I'm sorry, Your Grace", Jon stammered "You will be sorry, when the king hears of you pushing his wife", Cersei thundered "I'll- I'll make sure it never happens again, Your Grace" Cersei chose not to reply to that instead choosing to walk past him. Jon turned his head around to see Cersei's perfect ass, and felt himself getting hard again As much turned on as he was, Jon was also furious, the bitch actually had the audacity to slap him. It wasn't his fault that she wasn't looking where she was going. He was tired of people treating him like shit because of his status, and made plans to teach that sexy bitch a lesson .................................................................................. Jon was walking into the woods when he saw the opportunity for his revenge. He saw Cersei inside the Godswood looking with disdain at the Heart Tree. Jon sneaked around her and picked Cersei up. She started making sounds but Jon easily silenced her by putting his hand over her mouth. She struggled against him but proved to be no match for Jon's strength as he carried her deep into the forest. He released Cersei once they were deep enough. "What do you think you're doing bastard?", Cersei rounded up on Jon "What does it look like I'm doing", Jon said "Wait once the king hears of it",Cersei threatened "He won't hear of it, because you won't tell him" "What makes you think I won't tell him?", she asked incredulously "Because you'll be too ashamed to tell him what I am going to do to you?" "And what are you going to do to me?" Cersei asked, now a little afraid Jon chose not to answer. Instead choosing to rip of Cersei's clothes. Cersei struggled all the while but Jon paid her no mind. Jon pushed Cersei on her knees and took out his cock from his breeches. "Don't you dare do this bastard', Cersei said. 'I'm your Queen, I can get you killed" "Shut the fuck up, bitch" said Jon, as he slapped his cock on Cersei's face, smearing her face with his precum. "You are at my mercy right now, now suck my cock good, and I'll slit your throat if you even think of biting it" Jon then thrusted his cock in Cersei's mouth and started fucking her face, choking her up. Tears started leaking out of Cersei's eyes now mixed with drool. Jon was relentless, not stopping even when Cersei was choking. He pulled out his cock when he felt himself getting close. And sprayed his cum all over Cersei's face shooting ropes and ropes of it. 'Well look at that, there isn't much difference between a Queen and a tavern whore when you've finished fucking them' Jon said, once he was done. Proud of what he had reduced the Queen to. Cersei on the other hand was devastated. Not only had she been raped by the bastard. She found out she enjoyed it too. She even had this sweet throbbing between her legs from being sheerly dominated by Jon. She felt ashamed because she was a Lioness, she was supposed to dominate not the other way around! Cersei Cersei was thinking about this when she feels a hand make its way to her wet pussy. Cersei moans as Jon inserts two fingers inside her and starts pumping. The boy has magic fingers she thinks as waves of pleasure shoot inside as body. She feels herself getting close to an orgasm when the fingers stop, she looks up to Jon to find him smirking. "Well, do you want me to fuck you", Jon asked lickinghis fingers "Ye....yess please". Cersei whimpered, trying to hump Jon's fingers. "Beg for it" "Please give your cock to this Slut, Master", SMACK "Do better", Jon said smacking her arse, and smiling as he heard her moan at he contact. "Fuck this whore of yours master, breed me like a bitch, claim me as-- Ahhhhh" Jon didn't let Cersei complete as he took her from behind, like a wolf does. He fucked her hard and fast, sheathing his whole length inside of her. Cersei starts moaning as soon as Jon entered her. "OH FUCK", Cersei screamed in pain and pleasure as Jon entered her, she wasn't used to his size. His gigantic cock was stretching her pussy and she felt as if she was ripped into two. "By the gods, don't stop. Please don't stop" Jon increased his speed even further as he grabbed Cersei's long golden hair and pulled on them roughly enough that Cersei felt her hair would be ripped from her scalp. Cersei's body was arched backwards and Jon snaked his hand forward and roughly pinched her nipple. All this stimulation was too much for Cersei as she came, her pussy clenching around Jon's cock. But Jon didn't stop, he kept on fucking her, using her like a cheap whore. "Yes, yes, you're fucking me so good", Cersei chanted, as she came again Jon's movements turned frantic as his orgasm also approached, "I'm close", he warned her "Cum inside me master, breed this whore so that she may carry your babe", Cersei moaned. While pushing herself back at the same time that Jon pushed forward, allowing him to go even deeper. Jon groaned as he came, burying his whole length inside of Cersei and releasing ropes and ropes of cum inside of her. Cersei legs shook as Jon's orgasm triggered hers as well, reaching her third orgasm left her truly exhausted as her knees gave away and she fell onto the ground.
Chapter 4 - The Vixen Of Vengeance- Confrontation #3 (COMPLETE)	As we’ve established, our heroine grows and changes as a result of her experiences. As such, before we move forward, we must establish a new positive and new negative trait based on Sofia’s encounter, from the last chapter, with Claudio Since she did not fare well enough physically/sexually to improve in those aspects, I have chosen “The End Justifies The Means” which will allow her to pick the best of 3 interrogation rolls, as her positive trait. For the V.O.V’s negative trait, I have focused-in on the moment where Claudio’s creampie triggered a mindbreak and will be equipping her with “Creampie Lover”. This negative trait will dictate that creampie reactions are now tested two scales up (or two events “up” if the scales are maxed out). Now that that’s covered, we can comfortably get back to the task at-hand! In a disheveled huff, Sofia hurriedly departs Claudio’s property, desperate to distance herself, physically and mentally, from that undeniably talented, exceedingly lecherous older man. In short order, the V.O.V returns to her vehicle, catches her breath, and starts to plan her next move. Our heroine now has the location of a custom sex-toy producer who should be able to provide her with the address of her ultimate target’s ex-wife; but, that doesn’t mean that the V.O.V can afford to forego playing things smartly. Of course, Sofia is aggressive and determined to a fault; but, she’s also completely exhausted and in desperate need of a shower. Furthermore, if she goes to her next lead this late, there will almost definitely be nobody to interrogate, which will easily double her leg-work. These are all factors that play into Sofia deciding on her next move, coupled with a natural waning enthusiasm as this night continues to grow exceedingly long. Therefore, I have decided that we will roll a 26+ to see if our heroine does the responsible thing; go home and rest. Here it goes…26+: 77. Wisely, the Vixen of Vengeance finally calls it a night and heads home. At her night’s limit, and with a more logical course of action laid out for her to take during business hours, Sofia doesn’t hesitate to travel directly home, nearly at top-speed. The second that our heroine gets home to her tiny studio apartment, she strips right down and procures a change of clothes to sleep in; then, she makes her way into the bathroom and takes an intentionally cold shower with the goal of, both, cleansing her body AND her mind of the remnants of her torrid engagement with Claudio Rodriguez. Obviously, a cool shower is not particularly relaxing and; so, it isn’t before long the V.O.V’s bed is the only thing that can offer her any comfort/solace. Spent from the evening’s events, Sofia doesn’t take long to fall asleep once her head hits the pillow. Left completely to her own devices, the V.O.V desperately seizes this restful opportunity to recuperate as much as she possibly can. (Specifically, her vitality automatically returns to 15, while she also gets the chance to significantly reduce her STIM) Rolling a D100 3 times, and taking the best result for stim reduction. Our rolls…49, 4, and 60. 100-60= 40. Sofia’s stim lowers to 40/100 and her emotional state drastically drops from “Lost In Ecstasy” to “Only Annoyed”. Sofia stirs awake, surprisingly gently, the following afternoon, stunned by just how long she slept for (nearly 12 hours). Intent on hitting up her next target while there’s at least employees present at the sex shop, the V.O.V takes very little time before gearing up and heading back out into the New York streets. After a 40 minute drive down to Staten Island, our heroine finally closes in on her target location. New York City- January 18th, 2032 (4:00 p.m.) Confrontation #3 With a renewed determination, the Vixen of Vengeance arrives on the scene at this custom manufacturer of sex-toys. As she surveys the locale, she finds that the front door has a locked gate and a buzzer. Furthermore, there is no access from the sides as the business is only a small part of a larger building that houses several other companies. With limited options, Sofia slinks her way around the building, to the back, where several different businesses regularly do their shipping and receiving. Fortuitously, she finds that this custom shop: “Big Todd’s Many Devices” has a visible crack in their back door. Unfortunately, this windowless, metal door is the only valid entry point and; so, our heroine is not properly able to do recon of what’s going on inside. First double-checking the integrity of her costume and weaponry, the V.O.V gradually readies herself, takes a deep breath; then, she bursts in. Rolling to determine the difficulty of encounter that the V.O.V has just inserted herself into: 63, “Average” (just shy of TOUGH). (Not the worst, but a little too bad since I had some great ideas to pile on; but, I’ll see what I can do within the confines of the battle and save some for a later date) Inside, the young idol finds a poorly-lit workshop setting, complete with three unsuspecting workers who are clearly stunned by her sudden presence. Instantly, Sofia draws her guns and aims to be as intimidating as possible. Instinctively, two peripheral workers turn and run off, fearing for their lives; but, Todd Cooley; the owner, remains, casually sitting at his desk, undoubtedly working on some fresh piece of lewd technology. Logically, the V.O.V doesn’t waste time in pursuing the only person left in the place with her. Emphatically, she marches right over to Todd’s wooden desk, getting a better look at the proprietor in the process. Notably, Todd is a short, hairy, overweight man, in his early 40s, with glasses, who is already glistening with sweat; presumably, from his focused work on the device sitting in front of him. “Nice outfit! So, what can Todd build for you?” the spectacled owner dryly murmurs, in our heroine’s general direction. “You seriously get idols in here, looking for this stuff?” the V.O.V can’t help but bawk. “Of course, you lot are some of the most sexually repressed folks in the whole city. Usually some chick with powers comes in, looking for the key to one great orgasm so they can go on with their supering; but, one great orgasm deserves another and, before they know it, they’re not so super at all. It’s a slippery slope” Todd sincerely explains, still fiddling away. “Well, that’s not what I’m here for” Sofia firmly punctuates. “Alright, well, what can Todd do for you, sugar tits?” the sex shop figurehead finally pays some proper attention to the Vixen of Vengeance; only, it’s primarily her ample chest. “I need the address of one of your frequent clients” Sofia cuts right to the chase. “Oh, that’s gonna be too bad for you ‘cuz all my orders, here, are confidential. Bad for business, otherwise” Todd derisively turns down Sofia’s request, whilst pressing some buttons on one of the many devices littering his desk; this one, appearing to be something along the lines of a remote control. “Actually, it’s too bad for you because I need it one way or the other; so, I’m going to have to beat it out of you; and, I don’t take you for the kind of guy who’s going to last long under that scrutiny” the V.O.V aggressively presses, flourishing her sidearms, in an attempt to force Todd to break. “And, right you are. Truth be told, Todd bruises like a peach; but, I don’t plan on letting you get to the interrogation part of this lovely meeting” Todd ominously threatens, continuing to refer to himself in the third-person. “Right…so, exactly how do you plan to stop me?” Sofia incredulously balks, perhaps overconfidently. “Todd’s not really the one who’s going to stop you; THEY are” the slovenly store-owner emphatically booms, as two sexbots abruptly appear from the shadows, cornering our idol. Notably, one is a motorized, chair-like device with tentacle-like appendages that have strong clasps on the end of them. The other is a 6-foot tall, thin but large, black metal, almost-humanoid figure, with gray rubber covering the front of its body, which steps around completely of its own volition. “What the hell are these two supposed to be?” the V.O.V obviously doesn’t take their threat seriously. “The one on wheels is my Capture Bot and that tall boy is my Fuck Bot” the twisted creator happily announces. “Some really creative names you came up with, huh?” Sofia sarcastically quips. “They haven’t exactly gone through the marketing phase yet” Todd succinctly defends. “Well, either way, they’re not going to stop me from getting what I came here for” our heroine determinedly bellows. “I’m afraid you might be surprised just how persuasive they can be” Todd smarmily declares, drawing Sofia’s attention partially back to the bots. Clocking Todd as posing very little of a physical threat, the V.O.V swings right around to better survey her supposed opponents, who appear about ready to make their move. “Who knows? Depending how they treat you, Todd might just have to get involved himself” Todd gleams, making sure to get an eyeful of Sofia’s shapely, leather-clad ass as she bends her knees into her fighting stance. “Whatever you say. Just don’t you dare go anywhere” Sofia fires back; obviously, with very different implications. Participants: Sofia Gonzalez AKA Vixen Of Vengeance Vitality: 15/15 Strength: 2 Agility: 3 Durability: 2 Key Personality Traits: Aggressive, Determined, Bold, Vengeful Clothing: Outfit/Bra (Top): 2/2, Pants/Panties (Bottom): 2/2 Weapons: 2 x 9mm pistols (8 shots each, LVL 3 Piercing) Positive Traits: -Enhanced Marksmanship (Shooting crits at 86+) -I Don’t Miss (One reroll per missed shot) -Extended Mags (pistols upgraded from 6 shots each to 8) -End Justifies The Means (Can select best out of 3 interrogation rolls) Negative Traits: -Big Cock Shock (50/50 chance to secede turn/defense when a cock is first revealed) -Creampie Lover (Creampie reactions scaled 2 tables and/or 2 events up) Emotional State: Only Annoyed Stimulation: 40/100 Todd Cooley HP: 5 Strength: 1 Agility: 1 Durability: 2 Weapons/Gear: Nipple Stimulators (Can be applied to Sofia for continuous bonus stim), Bondage Device (Can be applied to the V.O.V for 2 bonus grapple points, stops her from shooting), Vibrating Glove (Commits flesh on flesh actions with bonus stim) Traits: -Physically Unthreatening (Todd has no regular attack option and uses his gear in place of it) -Mastermind (Todd can only be targeted if he is the only one who can be) Capture Bot HP: 10 Strength: 3 Agility: 2 Durability: 2 Weapons: Unarmed Traits: -Built To Bind (Grapples at 3 different points at once) -Built-In Strip Assist (Machine can strip heroine in spite of not having hands) -Slut Zappers (Bot can use low-level electricity for added stim, or high-level electricity to damage vitality) Fuck Bot HP: 10 Strength: 3 Agility: 2 Durability: 3 Weapons: Unarmed Traits: -Built To Fuck (Skips foreplay phases when performing sexual acts) -Cum-Injection System (This robot can generate cum, triggered by Sofia’s orgasms) -Self-Lubricating Cock (The bot’s sexual acts progress one scale above normal, i.e “regresses one stage” = “no progress”, “no progress” = “half progress”, “half progress” = “advance one stage”, etc…) →Round #1 Roll for initiative: Sofia (34), Fuck Bot (11), Capture Bot (6), Todd (5) Sofia: SHT, 21+:51 (HIT), Target (50/50): Capture Bot, Damage (D4) 1, 1 damage to Capture Bot Fuck Bot: GRB, 26+:95–Sofia’s evasion: 21+: 44 (Dodged) Capture Bot: GRB, 26+: 29–Sofia’s evasion: 21+: 91 (Dodged) Todd: GRB, 26+:11 (FAIL) Utterly uninterested in finding out just what the Fuck and Capture bots are capable of, Sofia doesn’t waste a second. Immediately, she draws one of her pistols and fires at the approaching chair-like robot that’s menacingly inching its way closer. Regrettably, the V.O.V’s first shot only manages to clip the machine, seeing the bullet largely pass between the slats of the target’s back rest, meaning that this attack doesn’t do very much to halt the device’s progress. Before our heroine can get off another shot, both, the Fuck Bot and Capture Bot get a chance to use their mechanical extensions in order to try and get a hold of her; however, the nimble, young idol readily evades these advances. Flustered by his inventions’ early failures, Todd tries to get up from his desk and join the attack. Regrettably, for the short, unathletic shop-owner, he rushes things and stumbles getting out of his chair, delaying him from successfully joining the fray. →Round #2 Roll for initiative: Capture Bot (28), Sofia (7), Fuck Bot (5), Todd (2) Capture Bot: GRB, 26+: 87–Sofia’s evasion: 21+: 74 (DODGED) Sofia: ATK, 21+:90 (HIT), Target (50/50): Capture Bot, Damage (D3) 3, 3 damage to Capture Bot Fuck Bot: GRB, 26+:32–Sofia’s evasion: 21+:28 (DODGED) Todd: GRB, 26+:38—Sofia’s evasion: 21+:71 (DODGED) As Sofia briefly turns her head to watch Todd flail, the Capture Bot makes another attempt to subdue the leather clad idol; however, she proves herself still more than capable of safely maneuvering her body around the reach of its metallic appendages. Happy to retaliate, and eager to lay in a more direct hit than her first salvo, the V.O.V responds by reeling back and striking the Capture Bot with all of the might that her right fist can muster. Fortunately, this does significant damage, even bending a small part of the unit AND knocking it back several feet. Clunkily, the Fuck Bot opportunistically reaches its long arms into Sofia’s direction,for a second time; but, the Vixen of Vengeance expertly ducks and weaves, avoiding all contact with the machine once more. “Come to Todd!” the truly bizarre shop proprietor abruptly belts out, having returned to his feet AND having gotten a hold of a trio of handheld sex devices to aid in his lecherous quest. Unfortunately, his unusual battle-cry betrays him. Sofia easily sees the plump, uncoordinated man coming and side-steps his halfhearted tackle, sending Todd tumbling to the floor of his own workshop. →Round #3 Roll for initiative: Sofia (53), Fuck Bot (26), Todd (3), Capture Bot (2) Sofia: ATK, 21+:13 (MISS) Fuck Bot: GRB, 26+:56–Sofia’s evasion: 21+:11 (SINGLE GRAPPLED) Todd: GRB, 26+:75—Sofia’s evasion: 41+:69 (DODGED) Capture Bot: ATK, 21+: 45–Sofia’s evasion: 41+: 85 (DODGED) Hearing the Capture Bot subtly wheeling back towards her, the V.O.V promptly swings around and throws another punch in its direction; however, our heroine is unceremoniously blindsided by the Fuck Bot, who instantly clamps down on her extended wrist, finally giving the bad guys some semblance of control in this encounter. Instinctively, Sofia tries to pry herself free from the tight clasp at the end of this robot’s supposed arm; but, she has no immediate luck, finding that this device possesses ample, or possibly even inhuman, strength. Encouraged by the Fuck Bot’s modicum of success, Todd tries for Sofia, yet again; but, our resourceful heroine wisely uses her arm to twist her captor’s, pivoting the machine between herself and the overager shop-owner, successfully shielding herself from his admittedly meager advances. With a surprising amount of poise, for a machine, the Capture Bot reads the situation and speeds its way right over to the other side of the Fuck Bot, where it can, again, make an attempt on Sofia. This time, instead of trying to grab a hold of the Vixen of Vengeance, the Capture Bot ejects a long, taser-like device from its lower “body” and looks for a different method to subdue its target; however, Sofia simply evades it, all the same, rolling away from the robot over top of one of the work desks. Update: Sofia 15/15 vitality Top: 2/2 Bottoms: ½ Bullets: 7/8 and 8/8 Mood: Only Annoyed Stim: 40/100 Enemies: Todd: 5/5 Fuck Bot: 10/10 Capture Bot: 6/10 →Round #4 Roll for initiative: Todd (11), Capture Bot (9), Sofia (7), Fuck Bot (7) Todd: GRB, 26+:51—Sofia’s evasion: 41+:32 (DOUBLE GRAPPLED) Capture Bot: GRB, 26+: 3 (Crit Fail)–(D3) 2 system backfire damage to Capture Bot Sofia: BF: (FB) 51+:31 (NOPE), (Todd) 36+:66 (Free of Todd, SINGLE GRAPPLED) Fuck Bot: STP or SEX (50/50): STP, Top or Bottoms (50/50): bottoms, intensity: 94 (BOTTOMS REMOVED) Unluckily, in springing away from the Capture Bot, Sofia somewhat corners herself inside of this undersized workspace. This allows Todd to finally reach out and pin his hands on her shoulders. “Todd’s got you now” the short, hairy crone triumphantly squeals, unnerving our heroine to, seemingly, no end. With the battle starting to turn, the Capture Bot tries to travel around the desk to make another attempt at the V.O.V, at top speed; however, likely spurred on by some of the damage already done to it, the device’s system briefly malfunctions, causing several of its hardware components to backfire, only worsening the contraption’s physical predicament. Concerned, Todd is temporarily distracted by his invention failing. During this window, Sofia forcefully shoves the spectacled sex toy creator off of her so that she can better focus on the Fuck Bot that still has some semblance of a hold on her. Almost as if on cue, the aforementioned Fuck Bot reminds our heroine of the very real threat that it poses by pulling her in closer; then, it rips her leather bottoms clean off with a single firm yank of its free, clamp-like hand. Worse yet, this exposes her tan panties, and an abundance of even greater tanned flesh, to Todd and the rest of the proverbial “world”. →Round #5 Roll for initiative: Todd (14), Sofia (12), Capture Bot (10), Fuck Bot (10) Todd: ATK/TOOL, NS, BD or GD: Bondage Device rolled, 26+:29—Sofia’s evasion: 41+:33 (TRIPLE GRAPPLED/CANNOT SHOOT) Sofia: ATK: 21+:37, Target: Fuck Bot, (D3-1) 1 damage to Fuck Bot Capture Bot: GRB, 26+: 57—Sofia’s evasion: 61+: 19 (3 GRAPPLE POINTS ADDED/SEXTUPLE GRAPPLED) Fuck Bot: Continue STP, intensity: 41 (HALF PROGRESS, PANTIES SLIPPING) As Sofia rather foolishly diverts some of her attention and energy into trying to cover up, Todd finally seizes the opportunity to get a bit of revenge for being treated like a rag-doll. Intelligently, Todd brandishes one of the handheld devices that he took from his desk and approaches Sofia, at the rear. Quietly, he reaches our heroine; then, in one simple, stunning snap, Sofia is dumbfounded to find that he has already used the only nimble part of his body; his fingers, to ensnare her in a custom bondage device (essentially a pair of self-tightening handcuffs), bent on helping to keep her in place. With the V.O.V’s wrists comfortably controlled, also effectively mitigating her ability to fire her weapon, the Fuck Bot immediately switches its grip to Sofia’s waist, mechanically expanding the clasp at the end of its metallic arm in the process. Recognizing her worsening predicament, our heroine fires off a wild headbutt at the Fuck Bot; but, it seems to do just about as much damage to her as it does to the machine. Worse yet, she ends up in a fleeting daze; a truly brief one, but this gives more than a long enough pause for the Capture Bot to make its move. Regaining its bearings, the device wheels its way over to the V.O.V and, with the help of the controlling Fuck Bot, manipulates Sofia into their desire position. To our heroine’s surprise, she is not actually seated in the chair-like device; instead, it flattens out and the Fuck Bot helps to place her atop it, on all-fours. It is only once forcibly situated, with the Capture Bot binding her knees and waist, and propping up her handcuffed wrists, all while still being at the complete mercy of the Fuck Bot, that the Vixen of Vengeance realizes just how much trouble she’s in; frankly, she’s left to curse just how much she underestimated this goofy Todd and his equally goofy gadgetry. Notably, the only real benefit of this position is that it actually leads to the machines somewhat getting in eachothers’ way; so, as the Fuck Bot awkwardly reaches around the Capture Bot’s restraints to give a tug at Sofia’s panties, it doesn’t immediately finish the job. →Round #6 Roll for initiative: Todd (11), Capture Bot (10), Fuck Bot (10), Sofia (6) Todd: GRB, 26+:28—Sofia’s Evasion: 96+:34 (SEXTUPLE GRAPPLED) Capture Bot: STP (Strip), ATK (Attack voltage), or STM (stim voltage), STM selected, 21+:82—Sofia’s evasion, 96+:19. STIM (D3) 3 Stim to Sofia. Sofia’s reaction: 58 (“Light Breathing”). Graduates from “Only annoyed” to “Stunned”. Fuck Bot: Continue STP, intensity: 77 (PANTIES GONE, PUSSY AND ASS EXPOSED) Sofia: ATK: 21+:26, Target: Fuck Bot, (D3-1) 2 damage to Fuck Bot Somewhat appropriately, now that our heroine is entirely contained, Todd’s bravado increases tenfold. Cockily, he walks right up to where Sofia’s head is and places both hands on her flushed cheeks just before making firm eye-contact. “Don’t worry, baby. This is where the fun begins!” Todd jubilantly exclaims, preparing to do his worst. As the V.O.V prepares herself for anything, Todd reaches over, to his desk, and presses a button on a remote control in order to override the Capture Bot’s next planned action; instead, it now reactives its taser-like device and pins it against Sofia’s chest. In short order, it provides a prolonged, mid-level zap to her ample mammaries, stunning our heroine and forcing her to tense up, and breathe heavier, as she braves the oddly scintillating electric current for as long as she can. “What the hell was that?” Sofia exasperatedly barks, as the current subsides. “Oh, it burns so good; doesn’t it?” Todd instinctively teases back. “Fuck you!” our heroine defiantly spits back. “Don’t worry, we’ll get to that” Todd returns, with a noticeable base in his voice, now that the whole situation is firmly situated within his comfort zone. Unfortunately for Sofia, as a possible omen of things to come, the Fuck Bot punctuates its creator’s threat by, once again, grabbing ahold of her tight, tan panties; this time, tearing them clean off, exposing both of her breathtaking, inexperienced holes to an unattractive pervert AND a robot built for NOTHING BUT FUCKING! With precision, the V.O.V responds by sliding her right leg, perfectly straight back, planting a firm kick into the Fuck Bot’s lower body. Sadly, well-contained, her strike doesn’t deal very much retaliatory damage; and, the Capture Bot only begins to squeeze tighter as she tries to reposition herself. Update: Sofia 15/15 vitality Top: 2/2 Bottoms: 0/2 Bullets: 7/8 and 8/8 Mood: Stunned Stim: 43/100 Enemies: Todd: 5/5 Fuck Bot: 7/10 Capture Bot: 4/10 →Round #7 Roll for initiative: Capture Bot (26), Fuck Bot (14), Sofia (4), Todd (4) Capture Bot: STM (stim voltage), 21+:63—Sofia’s evasion, 96+:47. STIM (D3) 2 Stim to Sofia. Sofia’s reaction: 44 (“Biting Lip”). Fuck Bot: STP or SEX: STP, intensity: 66 (TOP GONE) Sofia: ATK: 21+:23, Target: Fuck Bot, (D3-1) 2 damage to Fuck Bot Todd: STP or SEX: SEX, Target (1/4): Pussy, ass, mouth, hands. ASS selected, intensity: 66 (Starts: “Groping Ass”). Stim (D3) 2 Stim to Sofia. Sofia’s reaction: 58 (“Light Breathing”) As Sofia struggles against the Capture Bot working to put her back in place, the machine smartly recognizes a method to bend her to its programmed will. Resourcefully, it moves its “zapper” down to the V.O.V’s exposed slit and gives her a concentrated shock. Stymied by a sudden and intense stimulation, Sofia is able to do little more than involuntarily bite her lip as the Capture Bot’s other appendages effectively return her to her original position. With our heroine stabilized, the Fuck Bot seizes the moment to take another shot at stripping the supposedly virtuous idol. This time, it clamps down, hard, on her leather top; tears into it, and tears it off, in one powerful motion. Now, only a sleek, tan bra stops Sofia from being completely naked. With limited means of reprisal, the V.O.V unoriginally presses her legs together until she frees one enough to throw another kick at the only enemy within range; the Fuck Bot. Regrettably, this attack does little more damage than the first; but, the cumulative effect of these blows to the Fuck Bot’s mechanical knees does gradually threaten to throw off the machine’s balance/equilibrium. Attentively surveying these interactions, Todd carefully plots to curb Sofia’s feistiness and willpower. With little fanfare, the short and heavy sweatball slides his body between our heroine and the Fuck Bot; then, he climbs atop the Capture Bot, and atop Sofia’s legs, holding her in place so that his machine can re-establish a firm grip on their captive. Of course, as he sits around waiting for his invention to reconfigure itself, the V.O.V’s pert, arched, exposed derriere can’t help but catch his eye. Truly, Todd is powerless to resist its call as, within seconds, he finds himself firmly pawing and kneading at her unblemished skin with his small and sweaty, yet remarkably powerful, hands. Startled by the sudden feeling of flesh on flesh, Sofia begins to subtly hyperventilate as the shop owner works her over. Largely confined, our heroine cranes her neck to look at the perpetrator and, obviously, doesn’t like what she sees; but, unnervingly, Todd is only just getting warmed up. →Round #8 Roll for initiative: Capture Bot (21), Fuck Bot (20), Todd (8), Sofia (4) Capture Bot: STP, 21+:63, intensity: 35 (Half-Progress on BRA) Fuck Bot: Continue STP, intensity: 56 (BRA GONE, SOFIA COMPLETELY NUDE) Todd: Continue SEX, currently “Groping Ass”, intensity: 51. Advances to “Eating Ass”, Stim (D4) 1 Stim to Sofia. Sofia’s reaction: 63 (“Light Breathing”) Sofia: ATK, 21+: 54, Target: Capture Bot, (D3) 2 damage to Capture Bot Reasonably, Sofia’s ire only grows as the Capture Bot unveils a scissor-like device. Restrained, the V.O.V can only watch as it presses itself against her bra strap and begins to cut into the last garment covering any portion of her luscious flesh. Intent on hurrying towards its own ultimate directive, the Fuck Bot doesn’t even let the Capture Bot finish its action; instead, it reaches down and strongly yanks on the clasp of our heroine’s brassiere, shattering it, and quickly exposing the V.O.V’s near immaculate breasts and pointed, appetizing brown nipples, as it draws the shredded material back. Focused, Todd doesn’t even take a pause to get a proper gander at Sofia’s newly exposed tits. Encouraged by the V.O.V’s gradually warming body, and slowly accelerating breathing, the horny shop-owner leans forwards, allowing his tongue to join his hands in working over the young latina idol. While his hands continue to caress her firm cheeks, Todd’s tongue starts to lap at Sofia’s extremely tight, virgin asshole, commencing the process of moistening her only untouched entrance. While the creepy, overly hairy gentleman works away, our heroine does her best to pay it little mind; instead, she desperately searches for a way out of her predicament. Fortuitously, Sofia spots a series of wires inside of the compartment that the Capture Bot once housed its Strip Assist device in. Hoping for the best, she extends her fingers to get a proper grip, thankful that this opportunity presented itself within reach of her largely bound hands. All at once, she summons every ounce of strength that she can, and yanks on them, effectively disconnecting a few of them from the Capture Bot’s circuit board. While this does not entirely defeat the robot, it does further de-stabilize its hardware AND it sends many of its programs into shutdown by sending a series of error messages to the CPU. →Round #9 Roll for initiative: Fuck Bot (16), Capture Bot (12), Todd (8), Sofia (4) Fuck Bot: SEX, Target: Mouth, intensity: 52, “built to fuck”, Starts with “cock on lips”. Stim (D3) 2 stim to Sofia. Sofia’s reaction: 24 (“Moistening”) Capture Bot: STM (stim voltage), 21+:26—Sofia’s evasion, 96+:98 (EVADED) Todd: Continue SEX, currently “Eating Ass”, intensity: 54. Advances to “Fingering Ass”, Stim (D6) 4 Stim to Sofia. Sofia’s reaction: 77 (“Light Moaning”). Graduates from “Stunned” to “Heating Up” Sofia: BF: (FB) 71+:27 (NOPE), (Todd) 56+:24 (NOPE), (BD) 61+: 83 (FREE), (CB1) 61+:99 (FREE+ 2 rolls for next one), (CB2) 61+:91 (FREE), (CB3) 61+:13 (NOPE). (FREE OF TWO POINTS Of CAPTURE BOT AND BONDAGE DEVICE. THEREFORE, TRIPLE GRAPPLED AND CAN SHOOT) Unphased by any of Sofia’s actions against it’s mechanical comrade, the Fuck Bot moves right on with its own system directive. Due to Todd being so comfortably situated at its target’s rear, the Fuck Bot steps right over to where Sofia’s head is and lines up its flat, metal and rubber codpiece directly in front of her struggling face. Mostly confused, the V.O.V can do little more than curiously wait and see just what the machine expects to do without visible genitalia. Of course, she is summarily educated, but not entirely shocked, by Todd’s depraved device sliding its steel and rubber codpiece over to unveil a gradually extending, eight-inch, damn near life-like dildo. Worse yet, Sofia’s attention is just as easily drawn to a clear tank, hosting a thick, whitish liquid, present at the base of the unit. “You like what you see?” Todd takes a break from eating the V.O.V snug sphincter to taunt her. “Yeah, right. What the hell is that?” Sofia openly crows, nodding towards the aforementioned reservoir under the machine’s synthetic cock. “When you cum, he cums. You’ll be happy to know that Todd supplied the spunk himself” the portly store-owner gloats, right before going back to attacking the V.O.V’s rear fuckhole with his astonishingly accomplished tongue. Regrettably, before Sofia can voice any more of her displeasure, the Fuck Bot foregoes any foreplay (as designed) and begins mashing its stiff robocock against our heroine’s pretty, pouty lips. As this supposed pleasure machine repeatedly tries to force itself into Sofia’s youthful, still reasonably inexperienced mouth, the Vixen of Vengeance is unceremoniously betrayed by her tight, pink pussy as she feels it begin to moisten, denoting a feint arousal. Truly, she’s not sure whether the taste of the Fuck Bot’s almost human-like member, Todd’s diligent work at her back door, or possibly both, are the culprit; but, a greater panic starts to set in as the V.O.V clearly doesn’t like what she feels. Attempting to even further weaken the young latina idol for its comrades, the Capture Bot brings its taser back to her flesh. Thankfully, our heroine manages to pin the taser against the machine’s own side, with her elbow, negating its planned attack. At the same time, Todd continues to pay only passing attention to what his contraptions are doing; instead, he keeps 98% of his attention on the slowly warming heroine that they’ve captured. Methodically intensifying his assault, Todd temporarily removes his slobber-covered mouth from Sofia’s rear and replaces it with his index and ring fingers, which he uses to steadily work his way into her tight canal. Before long, at all, he finds a rhythm. Over and over again, Todd pistons his thick, stubby digits in and out of the V.O.V’s increasingly slick entrance. “Ahhnn…” Sofia is left powerless but to let out a subtle moan; one which she prays that Todd did not hear. Regrettably, even if the lewd noise escaping her lips didn’t give her away (which it did), the equally inflammatory sight of the young heroine’s increasingly wet slit, slowly dripping down onto the Capture Bot beneath her, would be enough to tip the horny shop-owner off. “Oh, looks like Todd found the right little button to press. You’re getting wet for me now. Don’t worry, babe, Todd and his Fuck Bot will be spitroasting before you know it” the fabricator of “Many Devices” happily quips. Obviously, Sofia knows that she can’t let this happen. Banking on the hope that she’s done enough damage to the Capture Bot to weaken its ability to hold her, Sofia takes a single deep breath; then, she summons all of her strength and forcefully tugs on her many restraints. Emphatically, she tears her way right out of the special handcuffs that Todd placed on her AND she frees her legs and upper-body from the Capture Bots grip; however, due to the combination of the Capture Bot’s continued grip on her waist, and Todd and the Fuck Bot holding her head and ass in place, respectively, our heroine is far from completely free. Update: Sofia 15/15 vitality Top: 0/2 Bottoms: 0/2 Bullets: 7/8 and 8/8 Mood: Heating Up Stim: 54/100 Enemies: Todd: 5/5 Fuck Bot: 5/10 Capture Bot: 2/10 →Round #10 Roll for initiative: Fuck Bot (30), Capture Bot (18), Sofia (11), Todd (9) Fuck Bot: Continue SEX, currently has “Cock on Lips”, intensity: 88, “self-lubricating cock”, advances2 stage to “cock in mouth”. Stim (D4) 1 stim to Sofia. Sofia’s reaction: 97 (“Touching Self”) 5 Capture Bot: GRB, 26+:88—Sofia’s evasion, 81+:84 (DODGED) Sofia: ATK, 21+:57, Target: Fuck Bot, (D3-1) 2 damage to Fuck Bot Todd: Continue SEX, currently “Fingering Ass”, intensity: 77. Advances to “Prodding Entrance WIth Cock”, Stim (D4) 4 Stim to Sofia. Sofia’s reaction: 21 (“Biting Lip”), Todd cums? 100+=33 (NOPE) BIG COCK SHOCK CHECK FOR TODD (50/50): YES!. Sofia skips next turn and is defenseless until she takes another action! Unfortunately, after her escape attempt, the V.O.V absentmindedly leaves her mouth open, making it very easy for the Fuck Bot to line up his automatically lubricated member and slide it into her mouth, pressed ever snugly against her velvety tongue. Desperately, Sofia clinches, halting the Fuck Bot from effortlessly reaching the back of her throat; but, the machine refuses to exit her mouth entirely and, before long, it starts to slowly, steadily rock back and forth, attempting to force his way deeper. As our heroine does what little she can to offer resistance, she is still left effectively sucking this robot’s cock. Truthfully, the V.O.V has mixed feelings about the whole situation. She admittedly discovered an enjoyment for sucking cock with Claudio, and this synthetic member carries a remarkable heat and weight, capable of simulating the real thing; but, our heroine is also painfully aware of the two orgasms her arch-enemy’s brother gave her, and just how dangerous her overall predicament is. Of course, stopping her captors is easier said than done; so, Sofia opts to temporarily lay in wait, fending off the Fuck Bot’s advances, looking for her next moment to strike. Unfortunately, as the Vixen of Vengeance begrudgingly sucks away, the fire in her loins only grows. While the Fuck Bot fills her mouth, and Todd fingers away at her otherwise virgin asshole, Sofia underserviced pussy tingles with excitement. Frankly, Todd feels gratified to watch our heroine’s clit gradually grow engorged and wanting; but, eyeing Sofia’s hand slowly creeping down, until it begins to vigorously work away at said aforementioned hot, bulging bean provides a special kind of motivation. Instantly, the man starts to wrestle with his belt buckle. In the meantime, the Capture Bot tries to regain greater control of their captive; but, the V.O.V squirms and fights its clunky advances off. Recognizing that she can’t get too comfortable, Sofia punches the Fuck Bot’s theoretical thigh, further staggering it; but, this strike still isn’t enough to force it to release its grip. As the Fuck Bot effectively puts her back in her place, our heroine comes to realize that Todd’s fingers are no longer parked at her rear. This sensation (or really lack there-of) is enough to get her to crane her neck, even with the robo-cock in her mouth, to try and discern what the bizarre sex-toy inventor is up to now. To her mild amusement, Todd has removed his belt, undid the button of his jeans, and is fighting with his zipper. Watching this goof struggle with something so rudimentary really undermines the threat that he’s supposedly posing; unfortunately, the tool that he uncovers once he finally, successfully navigates his own pants does not. Stunningly, Todd greets Sofia’s gaze with almost 8 inches of visible cock length (likely even more under his folds of fat); and, while he’s not the thickest she’s ever seen, the troll-like man is no slouch in that department either. “Like what you see, baby?” Todd practically purrs, looking to further disarm his captive heroine. As expected, with another sizable cock in her mouth, Sofia can’t verbally respond; however, in this case, it actually works in her favor, as it helps her stop from letting slip just how much she DOES like what she sees. “How do all these scumbags have such amazing cocks?” the V.O.V thinks to herself, as Todd returns to her rear and lays his nearly hard-as-steel rod across her ass and lower-back, illustrating just how deep he plans to pillage the young idol’s precious holes. Bittersweetly, Sofia can’t help but lose the plot and openly admire the sight of this slob’s dominating phallus preparing to forcibly tame her untold depths. At this point, Sofia’s cunt is SOAKED and begging for punishment. Truthfully, if Todd so chose, he could probably plunge himself, balls-deep (or as deep as she could take), into the V.O.V’s welcoming snatch, with a single thrust, and turn her into nearly the same quivering slut she became for Claudio Rodriguez; however, her anal cavity has been his target and he is not one to wane. Proudly, Todd makes his move, lines his sizable cockhead up with Sofia’s tight asshole, and begins to prod at her narrow entrance. Instinctively, Sofia basically clamps down on the Fuck Bot’s cock as she feels Todd teasing unfamiliar penetration. The promised spitroast has begun. →Round #11 Roll for initiative: Capture Bot (20), Todd (10), Fuck Bot (8) Capture Bot: ATK voltage, 21+:40, No evasion allowed, (D4) -1 vitality to Sofia Todd: Continue SEX, currently “Prodding Entrance WIth Cock”, intensity: 45. Still “Prodding Entrance WIth Cock”, Stim (D4) 1 Stim to Sofia. Sofia’s reaction: 52 (“Heavy Breathing”), Todd cums? 95+=51 (NOPE) Fuck Bot: Continue SEX, currently has “Cock in mouth, intensity: 35, still has “cock in mouth”. Stim (D4) 3 stim to Sofia. Sofia’s reaction: 44 (“Light Breathing”) Calculatedly, the Capture Bot takes advantage of Sofia’s wayward focus on Todd and uses the opportunity to powerfully zap one of her thighs, weakening the muscle and further dampening her escape ability. While he probably shouldn’t take his time, Todd can tell that his captive is locked-in, focusing on his motion, and doing nothing to free herself. Because of this, he DOES take the time to do some more gloating. “Who’s going to fuck your ass? Is Todd going to fuck your ass? From the looks of it, he might be the first one too. Well, don’t worry, babe, Todd’s not going to stop until you’re screaming his name” the shop-owner grandstands, continuing to trail Sofia’s stinkhole with the warm tip of his hefty shaft, in order to taunt the busty young latina. To the generally unattractive man’s amusement, our heroine’s only real response is a bout of rapid breathing, atop the Fuck Bot’s synthetic dick, as she seemingly braces herself for Todd to work his way in. Simultaneously, the aforementioned Fuck Bot continues to have its dick sucked, now, with an unexpected increase in the V.O.V’s enthusiasm, as is persists in its mission to drive itself deeper. →Round #12 Roll for initiative: Fuck Bot (4), Capture Bot (3), Todd (3), Sofia (1) Fuck Bot: Continue SEX, currently has “Cock in mouth, intensity: 26, “self-lubricating cock”, two half- progresses, advances to “deepthroating”. Stim (D6) 2 stim to Sofia. Sofia’s reaction: 75 (“Light moaning”) Capture Bot: STM voltage, 21+:15 (FAIL) Todd: Continue SEX, currently “Prodding Entrance WIth Cock”, intensity: 89. Advances to “Working Way In”, Stim (D6) 2 Stim to Sofia. Sofia’s reaction: 45 (“Light Moaning”), Graduates from “Heating Up” to “Responsive” Todd cums? 85+=18 (NOPE) Sofia: ATK, 22+:58, Target: Fuck Bot, (D3-1) 1 damage to Fuck Bot Luckily, for the Fuck Bot filling our heroine’s mouth, as her breathing picks up and she gasps for more and more air, the machine finally seizes the necessary leverage to force Sofia to give its cock a proper deepthroating. Somehow, even having her mouth used as a gaping fuckhole for a soulless machine isn’t the turn-off that one might expect it to be for a supposedly virtuous young champion. While Todd’s work is likely doing the heavy lifting, the smooth warm phallus starting to make Sofia gag is definitely helping with the “vibe”. Frankly, the busty, nubile, latina heroine is discovering just how much she likes being USED. Truly, she’s her own worst enemy, at this point, as the V.O.V’s lifestyle of sexual repression, and many unchecked sexual fantasies, work together to make the Fuck Bot more than just a lifeless contraption. In our heroine’s imagination, this machine’s cock is an instrument of immeasurable potential pleasure, and she starts to lose herself, considering swallowing the whole thing to be something of a personal challenge. Briefly, she gulps away, caught-up in her own fantasy. Determined, she closes her eyes and forces the fabricated prick as deep as she can take it. As she feels it hit the back of her throat, Sofia lets out a hearty moan all over the robot’s dick. Of course, while this does nothing for the Fuck Bot, it only spurs Todd on. Ineffectively, the Capture Bot tries to pick this moment to give the V.O.V a significant zap; but, having taken ample damage, the machine doesn’t appear able to get its taser to power-up at the present time. Watching the supposedly virtuous idol willfully impaling her head on the Fuck Bot’s cock, Todd decides to quit wasting any more time. Recognizing that most of her attention is taken, the horny shopkeeper picks his moment to plunge the first couple of inches of his member into Sofia’s tight asshole. Instinctively, the V.O.V tenses up; but, Todd refuses to relent. Back and forth, he jettisons his cockhead, forward and back, seeking to work his way in while better stimulating Sofia’s previously untouched entrance, in the process. Rightfully, Todd is overjoyed when his focused movements draw a series of quiet but irrepressible moans from the young latina on the end of his stout sex organ. “Glucck…Glucck!” Sofia unexpectedly chokes down the dick in her throat as the human one inserting itself into her asshole draws the majority of her attention away. “That’s it. Todd’s going to make you his soon. Oh, did Todd forget to tell you how many of your heroine friends that come in here open their wet fuckholes for Todd to help test the merchandise? The amount of your sisters I’ve fucked senseless right here would both amaze you and ruin your faith in humanity; AND, they didn’t require the Capture Bot. What can I say; I’m a masked bimbo’s wet dream” the self-referential sex-toy making creep boasts. Pitifully, Sofia’s only feeble retort is to bang her fists against the Fuck Bot’s mid-section. This contact makes the damaged machine wobble; but, it does little to help her cause overall. Update: Sofia 14/15 vitality Top: 0/2 Bottoms: 0/2 Bullets: 7/8 and 8/8 Mood: Responsive Stim: 67/100 Enemies: Todd: 5/5 Fuck Bot: 2/10 Capture Bot: 2/10 →Round #13 Roll for initiative: Capture Bot (3), Todd (3), Sofia (1), Fuck Bot () Capture Bot: STM voltage, 21+:36—Sofia’s evasion, 82+:92 (DODGED) Todd: Continue SEX, currently “Working Way In”, intensity: 98. Advances two stages to “Balls Deep”, Stim (D8) 7 Stim to Sofia. Sofia’s reaction: 26 (“Heavy Breathing”) Todd cums? 80+=41 (NOPE) Sofia: BF, (Todd) 47+:18 (NOPE), (FB) 62+: 64, (CB) 52+:49 (NOPE)(FREE OF FUCK BOT, DOUBLE GRAPPLED) Fuck Bot: ATK, 21+:44—Sofia’s evasion, 62+:83 (DODGED) Somewhat passively, the Capture Bot decides to try and give our very preoccupied heroine another stimulating shock to her lower extremities. Somehow, even throughout the sexual assaults on her mouth and ass, Sofia manages to spot the Capture Bot’s zapper charging up. Aggressively, even while choking down a big, synthetic cock, she smartly reaches out, with both hands, and bends the machine’s electronic arm under her palms, slamming it against the sex robot’s own body. Emphatically, this motion spares her its advances, and damages the metal contraption almost beyond repair; but, it also has an unintended, negative consequence. As the V.O.V makes her move, not only does it draw her attention away from the Fuck Bot and Todd; but, she also sacrifices her defensive positioning, temporarily raising her ass up. Wisely, Todd seizes this opening, unceremoniously driving his large member, balls deep (or at least as far as she can take it), into the 20 year-old idol’s unsuspecting stinkhole. As is to be expected,the first sensation that Sofia feels is tremendous pain as her formerly virgin ass is plundered by such a substantial phallus. Agonized, the V.O.V’s whole body recoils. Instinctively, she spits out the Fuck Bot’s cock and shoves it away, burying her face against the Capture Bot below her, in order to try and hide her violated expression from the fiend doing said violating. Sadly, this response only fuels the “mighty” Todd. “Don’t worry, baby. It only gets better from here. Let Todd take care of you” the overjoyed shopkeeper confidently decrees. Successfully subjugated, the Vixen of Vengeance continues to grit her teeth and hide her flushed, pained face, offering no overt protest to the hairy creep’s words or actions. Readily, Todd takes this as an invitation to continue exploring her previously unreached depths. Expertly, he starts to build up a steady rhythm of deep, firm, deliberate strokes, stretching the young latina beneath him out like never before. “Oh, Fuck…” Sofia mutters, as largely an expression of pain. Of course, Todd just keeps right on going, cracking a smile as the V.O.V begins to breathe heavily, struggling with his sheer immensity. Alarmingly, with each thrust Todd lobbies, little by little, the pain caused by his tireless work starts to gradually be replaced by pleasure. Unhappy to be ignored, the stationary Fuck Bot decides to take a swing at our heroine’s head; but, she easily pushes aside the feeble strike commanded by its damaged CPU. →Round #14 Roll for initiative: Capture Bot (29), Sofia (13), Fuck Bot (6), Todd (1) Capture Bot: STM voltage, 21+:47—Sofia’s evasion, 62+:37, (D3) 1 stim to Sofia. Sofia’s Reaction: 92 (“Quivering”) Sofia: ATK, 22+:95, Target: Capture Bot, (D3) 1 damage to Capture Bot Fuck Bot: GRB, 26+:80—Sofia’s evasion, 62+:27 (TRIPLE GRAPPLED) Todd: Continue SEX, currently at max “Balls Deep”, Stim (D8) 7 Stim to Sofia. Sofia’s reaction: 57 (“Touching Self”). Graduates from “Responsive” to “Enjoying It”. Todd cums? 70+=67 (NOPE) This time, so distracted by the all-encompassing sensation coming from the big dick in her tight asshole, Sofia pays no attention to the Capture Bot as it retracts its zapper, retools, re-initiates its electrifying sequence, and lines its arm up with her bare, glistening snatch. Before the V.O.V has even realized what it's doing, the Capture Bot precisely strikes her most sensitive erogenous zone, which immediately sends the latina into a stunned bout of overwhelmed quivering. “Ehhh…eeek” Sofia near helplessly whimpers, only strengthening her subjugator’s erection, as Todd continues to euphorically pillage her netherregions. Infuriated by the enjoyment that the Capture Bot forced her to vocalize, the V.O.V eventually responds by frustratedly slamming both fists down, against the robot beneath her. Notably, this makes the contraption shake AND makes something inside of it audibly sputter; but, it’s still not enough to free her. In fact, her odds of escape almost immediately go down as the Fuck Bot grabs a hold of her, once again, right when she overextends herself for the mighty blow against the Capture device. Still, no matter how you slice it, the Fuck and Capture Bots are far from her biggest current threat. Obviously, that title belongs to the portly sex shop owner who is making her near virginal asshole into his own personal cock sleeve. “That’s it. Just like that” Todd joyfully exclaims, now, supplementing the powerful driving of his meat pole with a vigorous thumbing of the V.O.V’s already over-stimulated, rock-hard clit. “OH MY…AH!” Sofia wantonly moans, before catching herself. “You’re being such a good girl for Todd… and, you fought so hard too; but, look at you take it; look at you take it! Don’t fight it. You deserve this. You deserve to cum after all that hard work. You deserve to let TODD make you cum” the perverted entrepreneur patronizes the young, latina idol. Doubling down, he follows these sexually depraved words up by gently removing his hand from her clit and softly guiding her own, down to where his just was. Expecting some resistance, the stocky shop-owner is utterly overjoyed when Sofia doesn’t seem to fight back at all. Instead, she begins diligently toying herself while the sweaty man, on top of her, continues to unrelentingly plow this heroine towards pure ecstasy. “Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh” the V.O.V lets out a low, repetitive hum of growing bliss. Passionately, Todd just keeps fucking away. Barring damn near an act of God, he knows he has her now. →Round #15 Roll for initiative: Capture Bot (29), Fuck Bot (6), Sofia (13), Todd (1) Capture Bot: ATK voltage, 21+:17 (FAIL) Fuck Bot: SEX, Target: Mouth (again), returns right back to previous point “deepthroating”. Stim (D6) 3 stim to Sofia. Sofia’s reaction: 80 (“Shouting”) Sofia: ATK, 22+:23, Target: Fuck Bot, (D3-1) 2 damage to Fuck Bot. (FUCK BOT DOWNED)(Now DOUBLE GRAPPLED) Todd: Continue SEX, currently at max “Balls Deep”, Stim (D8) 7 Stim to Sofia. Sofia’s reaction: 84 (“ORGASM”).Progresses from “Enjoying It” to “Overeager”. Todd cums? 60+=70 (SPLOOSH!!), Bonus creampie reaction: 13, “Creampie Lover”, (“Shouting”) Independent of Todd’s work, the Capture Bot decides to try and zap Sofia with enough voltage to do some serious damage. This is largely in retaliation for the damage that she just caused; however, likely because of said damage, the Capture Bot finds itself, at least temporarily, incapable of charging its zapping mechanism. Ultimately, the machine repetitively sputters, passing up a good opportunity to act. Meanwhile, the same cannot be said of the Fuck Bot, who unceremoniously buries its synthetic cock right back into Sofia’s throat. Caught off-guard, the V.O.V almost chokes on the robot’s rod. Rightfully, she has a completely visceral reaction that results in her slamming both hands against what would theoretically be the Fuck Bot’s thighs. Serendipitously, this strike, when paired with the damage that she’s already done, proves to be the last straw for the Fuck Bot. Abruptly, its legs bend in and the machine collapses. Utterly grounded, the Fuck Bot finds that it can now no longer effect Sofia in any meaningful way, in spite of the continued flailing of it mechanical arms. Of course, this doesn’t really help her with Todd. In fact, he seems to start pounding her even harder, enraged at the defacing of one of his prized creations. Admittedly, Sofia gradually begins to enjoy the renewed vigor of the man’s thrusts. “Ahhh, Oh my God! What are you…” Sofia loudly stammers, doing a horrible job of masking her palpable arousal. “You’re going to pay for that one. I think it’s about time Todd made you scream his name” Todd bellows, swearing revenge for his invention. “Yeah, in your dreams” Sofia defiantly barks back, even though she continues to absentmindedly toy with her own pussy. “My sweet little heroine; I don’t think you’re in a position to tease; but, Todd is in position to do a whole lot more than that” the perverted shopkeeper snidely retorts, slightly repositioning himself to get an even better grip of her hips, and drive his lengthy member even slightly deeper. Highly motivated, proceeds to put every bit of energy he has into pounding Sofia’s tiny little stinkhole. In spite of his apparent physical condition, Todd plugs away, for minutes on end, aggressively gratifying himself using the V.O.V’s super-powered body. Borderline helpless, our heroine can do little more than sit there and take it; bent over, awestruck by the sheer disbelief of the shop-owner’s impressive sexual prowess. Stroke after stroke, Todd’s eagerness and pride only grows as Sofia starts to more frequently fail at hiding her lewd reactions. She starts off letting out the odd “oh” or “ah” under her exasperated breath; but, before long, she finds herself beet red, using those same exclamations to book-end long, increasingly guttural moans. “Mmmm, don’t stop!” Todd swears he hears the heroine exhale, encouraging him to go in for the proverbial kill. “That’s it. Who’s deep in your little asshole? Who’s going to make you cum? Say my name” Todd basically demands. “Just shut up and fuck me” Sofia’s own words betray her, as she begins to shake all over her captor’s large cock. “Say it!” Todd stubbornly insists. “Why, what else are you going to do to me?” Sofia sarcastically fights with, really, just her lips, temporarily prompting Todd to slow his pace. “What’s the matter, running out of steam?” the V.O.V doubles-down with her taunts. “I just don’t know if you’re worth my full attention” Todd attempts to deploy some reverse psychology, in return. “Sorry, did I hurt your feelings, Todd?” Sofia continues to dig, saying the man’s name; albeit, not the way he intended. Still, this somehow encourages him to pick the pace back up. Vindictively, he begins to drive forward with seemingly furiously hard, deep, uncaring strokes. Successfully, this renewed barrage almost immediately gets Sofia’s whole body back to a state of quivering bliss. “That wasn’t so hard. Say it again” Todd practically whispers, maintaining his onslaught of flesh. “What?!” Sofia balks, already barely able to think, held under the scrutiny of Todd’s stupendous sexual assault. “I told you: say it if you want me fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before” Todd aggressively presses. “What…Todd?” Sofia barely manages to put things together, in the midst of having her proverbial brains fucked out. “Yes!” Todd practically cheers, pushing his sexual output to its maximum; an output which usually makes his partners begin to think that he might just have his own super-power. Finally, the sensation of pure ecstasy truly takes over, rendering Sofia almost incapable of arguing back. “Who’s balls deep in your tight, little ass?” Todd joyfully questions. “Todd” Sofia gently murmurs back. “Who’s fucking your slutty little hole like it’s never been fucked before?” Todd comes back around, intent on degrading his captive. “Todd!” Sofia firmly decrees. Notably, there’s an argument to be made that Claudio roused her a bit more thoroughly, with a little more passion; but, the sensation of the lengthy phallus buried in her hindquarters is simply too hard to debate against right now. “Who’s about to make you cum your pretty little brains out?” Todd demands to know, as he feels, both, he and Sofia reaching their limits. Coincidentally, piecing this perfect situation together, just like the skilled craftsman that he is, Todd expertly punctuates his words with another powerful, dominating thrust, spearing his youthful latina cock sleeve in the exact, right spot. “Todd! Fuck, oh my…OH MY GOD!” our heroine finally breaks, giving her subjugator everything he wants, and more, rewarding the man with a massive, easily audible ORGASM that forces her nubile rear-entrance to clamp down on his ample cock even tighter than before. Somewhat appropriately, this sensation is enough to push Todd over the edge, too. Blissfully, Todd triumphantly fills Sofia’s anal cavity with an uproarious geyser of thick, warm spunk. Consequently, the feeling of being filled by her captor’s cum only enhances the V.O.V’s orgasm. https://lh7-us.googleusercontent.com/vy_j4tZS1ALZRYM_r235Ct50lWejCe_dShacbXHQzQnH7TF-0Kb-zE7VBbS0... “Oh fuck…FILL ME UP!” Sofia absolutely shouts, making sure to garner every last drop of semen that Todd is capable of generating. Notably, it’s only once Todd has expunged, and Sofia has absorbed, every last drop that the duo ultimately separates, practically collapsing in an exhausted heep. Update: Sofia 14/15 vitality Top: 0/2 Bottoms: 0/2 Bullets: 7/8 and 8/8 Mood: Overeager Stim: 91/100 Orgasms: 3/5 Enemies: Todd: 5/5 Fuck Bot: 0/10 (DOWNED) Capture Bot: 1/10 →Round #16 Roll for initiative: Only Capture Bot (Sofia & Todd in refractory/recovery period) Capture Bot: ATK voltage, 21+:78 (Automatic Hit with Sofia in refractory), -3 vitality to Sofia With a flushed, nearly hyperventilating Vixen of Vengeance laying nearly motionless atop of it, the Capture Bot chooses this moment to hit Sofia’s lean, muscular quads with concentrated electric jolts. Lost in post-orgasmic bliss, our heroine barely registers the attack; but, the current does quietly work to knot up the V.O.V’s leg muscles, promising to slow any of her future movements. →Round #17 Roll for initiative: Todd (18), Capture Bot (10), Sofia (9) Todd: ATK/TOOL, selected: Vibrating Glove, 21+:5 (FAIL) Capture Bot: GRB, 26+:22 (FAIL) Sofia: BF, 35+:66 (FREE OF ALL GRAPPLES) With an exhausted young idol still well within reach, Todd decides to grab another of his unique devices in order to continue the fun; this one, a vibrating glove. Unfortunately, as he goes to use it, the shopkeeper finds that the sex-toy’s cord cannot reach the target from his nearest electrical outlet. “Cordless, Todd…cordless!” the sweat-covered business owner curses himself. Still chugging along, the Capture Bot tries to buy some time by re-applying its other two restraints onto Sofia; however, its damaged system takes too long to boot up the necessary protocols and, thus, the V.O.V gets to act first. Springing into action, she finally makes the most of an opportunity, wriggling free from the restraint around her waist so that she is now completely free of any grapplers meaning to cause her harm. →Round #18 Roll for initiative: Capture Bot (25), Todd (18), Sofia (15) Capture Bot: GRB, 26+:98 (CRIT SUCCESS) Sofia is automatically grappled at 3 points Todd: GRB, 26+:27—Sofia’s dodge, 85+:33 (QUADRUPLE GRAPPLED) Sofia: BF, (CB1) 65+:52, (CB2) 65+:6, (CB3) 65+:20, (TODD) 60+:40 (NO LUCK!) Foolishly, after Sofia snaps her way free and turns over, our heroine takes some time to catch her breath (and partially rejoice). In that moment, the action that the Capture Bot previously initiated finally kicks in, rewrapping its three restraints around the V.O.V’s supple flesh before pulling her back down, against its metal body Giving up on his poorly designed glove, Todd now opts to return to Sofia’s side, where he grabs a hold of her and firmly spreads the nubile idol’s legs. Recognizing this as a telltale sign that more sexual torment is on the way, the Vixen of Vengeance mightily struggles to break-free from the Capture Bot and Todd; but, for the time being, her efforts are in vain. Update: Sofia 11/15 vitality Top: 0/2 Bottoms: 0/2 Bullets: 7/8 and 8/8 Mood: Overeager Stim: 91/100 Orgasms: 3/5 Enemies: Todd: 5/5 Fuck Bot: 0/10 (DOWNED) Capture Bot: 1/10 →Round #19 Roll for initiative: Capture Bot (18), Todd (11), Sofia (7) Capture Bot: STM Voltage, 21+:62—Sofia’s dodge, 96+: 22, (D3) 2 stim to Sofia. Sofia’s Reaction: 57 (“Shouting”) Todd: SEX, Target: Pussy, intensity: 91. Begins “rubbing pussy”. Stim (D3) 1 stim to Sofia. Sofia’s reaction: 12 (“Light Moaning”) Sofia: ATK, 25+:42 (HIT) Damage (D3) 3 damage to Capture Bot (Capture Bot DOWNED) Calculatingly, the Capture Bot decides to try and pacify the V.O.V with another powerful shock, extending its metallic zapping arm, once again. “Let’s have some more fun” Todd suddenly has a sinister idea. Cunningly, before the robot can complete its action, the predatory shopkeeper grabs the Capture Bot’s metallic arm and guides its electrified tip right up against Sofia’s exposed clitoris. “You son of a bitch. Ahhh, HOLY SHIT!!!” our heroine absolutely screams, as a steady current surges through her already well-stimulated loins. Unfortunately, for the V.O.V, Todd only continues the assault, casting the Capture Bot’s zapper aside before proceeding to firmly rub her begging clit. https://lh7-us.googleusercontent.com/IAzh_o4V4v7hYgaTkRuUbSNqRwKQgqogCgStnG-rBEk1N4Pvr9AsSLD1paL2... To the “great” Todd’s amusement, this begins to elicit a fresh sequence of low, steady moans that Sofia fails to conceal. Realizing that she’s in serious danger of falling right back under the troll-like sex shop owner’s orgasm-inducing spell, the V.O.V takes one more large shot at freeing herself. This time, she curls her legs up as high as she can muster; then, she slams both of her feet against the furthest edge of the Capture Bot, with all of the strength left in her body. Fortunately, this forces the bottom of the already damaged Capture Bot to break, and eventually tip over, loosening one of the restraints and putting Sofia in a more advantageous position to slip out of the others. Better yet, this impact seems to put the Capture Bot out of commission, for good. →Round #20 Roll for initiative: Sofia (34), Todd (3) Sofia: BF, 30+:64 (Free of ALL GRAPPLES) Todd: GRB, 26+:47—Sofia’s dodge, 25+:81 (DODGED) Startled, Todd rushes to Sofia as she falls, doing the best that he can to maintain his hold over her. Regrettably, for him, the V.O.V easily shakes his sweaty palms off of her body, as she emphatically stands up. Terrified by the return of their original power dynamic to this encounter, Todd panics and reaches out for Sofia, yet again; but, she effortlessly sidesteps him, reminding the shopkeeper that he’s near-hopelessly outclassed without the help of his precious devices. →Round #21 Roll for initiative: Sofia (21), Todd (5) Sofia: SHT, 25+:40 (HIT) Damage (D4) 3 damage to Todd Todd: GRB, 26+:28—Sofia’s dodge, 25+:33 (DODGED) Finally showing some killer instinct, Sofia proceeds to pick up one of her guns and fire a bullet into Todd’s right thigh. Agonized, the lecherous entrepreneur stumbles and falls. Desperate, Todd reaches up to get ahold of our heroine, seeking to control her, once more. Instantly, she brushes him off. →Round #22 Roll for initiative: Sofia (41), Todd (12) Sofia: SHT, 25+:52 (HIT) Damage (D4) 2 damage to Todd (Todd DOWNED) —CONFRONTATION CONCLUDED— Triumphantly, Sofia looks down at the short, fat, sweat and hair-covered inventor with disgust; then, she fires another shot, into his shoulder, draining him of his last ounce of will towards putting up a fight. Final Summary: Sofia 11/15 vitality Top: 0/2 Bottoms: 0/2 Bullets: 5/8 and 8/8 Mood: Overeager Stim: 94/100 Orgasms: ⅗ Frustrated with, both, Todd and herself, Sofia opts to take this anger out on the, now, significantly bloodied store-owner. “You can tell me what I want to know; or, I can stand here and watch you bleed out” the V.O.V threatens, with one of her guns pointed directly at Todd’s skull. We will now roll for Interrogation. (Note: This will be done at D30, as this guy likely has the hook-up to the ex-wife and the final details. If it comes in low, there may have to be one more pit stop) Due to Sofia’s “Ends Justifies The Means” trait, she will be making three rolls and keeping the best one. Here they are: 9, 30, and 12. Needless to say, she lucked out for once. We keep the 30, which equals 30% + the previous 56% she already had, and the Vixen of Vengeance is now 86% to Alonzo Rodriguez’s Location. 86/100) “She lives on her own down South. I’ll give you her shipping address. Just let me call a damn ambulance” a panicked, beaten, and exhausted Todd swiftly/completely spills the beans, handing over Alonzo’s ex-wife’s (Genevieve’s) exact shipping address whilst, essentially, begging for his life. Victorious, although at a cost, Sofia happily takes the address from Todd, gathers what remains of the tattered clothes that were stripped from her, and disappears into the night, leaving the proprietor of “Big Todd’s Many Devices” to make whatever hobbled effort towards survival that he might have planned.
Chapter 0 - Yaoyorozu Momo	If you wish to support me on Patreon, then please click the link below: https://www.patreon.com/Accio__dracarys Izuku Midoriya woke up with a raging hard on. On the weekend class 1-A, had went to the beach and all of the girls had wore skimpy bikinis. Mineta had kept on commenting about how sexy they looked and what he would like to do to them. Izuku tried to ignore him for most past, but he couldn’t get that image of his almost naked classmates. Laying in bed, he imagined what would Yaoyorozu’s long legs feel wrapped around him, how Uraraka's bubble butt feel in his hand, how would Tsuyu's mouth feel wrapped around his cock-. Izuku shook his head as he tried to get these scandalous thoughts out of his head, feeling ashamed about the way he was thinking about his classmates. Even if they were sexy, and he wanted nothing more than to fuck-. Izuku hit his head likely, trying to make these thoughts go away. He was acting like Mineta for fuck’s sake. Knowing that if he kept lying in bed, his thoughts would get more and more dirty. Izuku got up from his bed and went towards the kitchen, want to drink a cold glass of water in attempt to control himself. Going into the kitchen, Izuku was surprised to find Momo there as well, sitting at the counter, a finished tub of ice cream by her side. She was wearing a low cut nightdress which was failing to contain her giant breasts, and the dress was short enough that her long legs were on full display, leaving very little to imagination. Seeing her that did nothing to quell his less than thoughts, and he felt himself getting hard again. Yaoyorozu may have been alerted by his presence, because she whipped her head around to see him. Accidentally knocking over the spoon and the tub of ice-cream. “Mi- Midoriya-san”, she called as a way of greeting, her rapidly reddening face and surprised manner telling him that she didn't expect company tonight, “What are you doing here?” “Same as you I presume, couldn't sleep?”, he replied, trying to hide his dick through his shorts. “No", she huffed out, a slight blush still adorning her cheeks, giving no indication that she had seen his hard on “What about you?” “I just got up to drink a glass of water, didn't expect to see somebody else here at this time" “I also didn’t expect to see anyone here, or I would’ve dressed a little appropriately”, she blushed, “I actually prefer to see you like this", Midoriya spoke, having no idea where this confidence was coming from. “Midoriya-san?”, “Yes Yaoyorozu, I think I prefer you looking like this", Izuku said, as he walked to where she was sitting. He ran his hands along her legs, feeling her shivering beneath his touch. “I like seeing these long sinful legs on full display, and those giant breasts just barely concealed” Yaoyorozu folded her arms beneath her breasts, and stared at Izuku as she tried to look intimidating. But her actions did was to draw Izuku’s attention towards her breasts, and as Izuku looked closer he could make out her nipples poking out from underneath her dress. “No bra either?”, he asked, as he grabbed breasts over her clothes, and gently caressed her nipple, lifting up his eyebrow at the moan she let out. “Looks like you’re a really naughty girl Yaoyorozu. You were hoping for something like this to happen when you came down here didn't you?” She shook her head in protest, but Midoriya only chuckled, and leaned forward to whisper in her year, “You can't hide the truth from me, not when you're practically dripping here", he said while he snaked his hand down to her wet panties, and rubbed her pussy. “st-top”, Momo murmured weakly, her pussy tingling from where Izuku was rubbing it. “You want me to stop? If so, there's only one thing you'll have to do", Izuku said while Yaoyorozu looked at him questioningly. Seeing her gaze Izuku dropped his pants and his hard cock sprang free. Blush covered Yaoyorozu’s cheeks but she didn't take her eyes of his cock. “You see I've gotten a bit turned out seeing you like this, and since it's your fault why don’t you suck my cock and we’ll call it even" When Yaoyorozu still didn't move from where she was sitting on the counter, Izuku pinched and twisted her nipple. She hissed in pain and pleasure and glared at Izuku. But he just stared at her, pointing in the direction of his cock “We don't have all day, Momo". Momo got down on her knees and closed her hand around the girth of Izuku's thick cock. She stroked it before taking her mouth closer and licking the whole length of Izuku’s cock. Hearing Izuku’s moans, she sucked the head of his cock softly before taking half of his cock inside of her mouth. She bobbed her head slowly, while maintaining eye contact with Izuku. Izuku grunted and moaned while Momo sucked his cock. Which encouraged her even more, judging by how she was sucking his cock even faster. She even winked at him while her mouth was full of his cock, the cheeky minx. Seeing that action of her Izuku put both of his hands on her head and roughly pushed her head down until his entire cock was down her throat. Momo gagged, obviously not used to the size and tried to pull away but Izuku kept her head firmly in place as he thrusted his hips, fucking her mouth swiftly and firmly. GLUKH! GLUKH! GLUKH “Take it all you slut! Take my whole fucking cock down this slutty mouth of yours. You're nothing more than a toy for me to use" Momo choked on Izuku's length, spittle formed on her mouth as Izuku continued to fuck her face roughly. She never imagined that someone as shy and anxious as Izuku would be capable to saying something like this, let alone fuck her. He was completely dominating her, using her mouth only to satisfy himself, not caring about her at all. Maybe he did see Momo only as a toy, something to satisfy his urges with. Surprisingly, Momo was quite enjoying this treatment, her panties were completely soaked by now, as she was getting closer and closer to an orgasm. One of her hands slid down to play with her clitoris while Izuku continued fucking her. The breaking point was Izuku's words, as he confirmed that Momo was really a slut, a toy. A jolt coursed through her when she heard his words, and she shuddered as a powerful orgasm tore through her. “Getting yourself off only from an orgasm Momo? Man, you really are a filthy slut". Izuku chuckled, but Momo as tired as she was didn't say anything. Izuku grunted as he felt himself getting close and that was the only indication she got as he came down her throat. Momo felt that her stomach was going to be bloated from all the cum Izuku was releasing in her stomach. She try to swallow all of his seed but some of it spilled from the corners of her mouth and dripped on the kitchen floor. For all of his stamina, Izuku was taking deep breaths when he pulled out of her mouth with ‘pop'. Watching as Momo flattened herself on floor winking at Izuku, before licking the cum that had dripped on the floor. That got the reaction from Izuku that Momo wanted, as he got hard again. He yanked on her ponytail and pulled her up. Momo hissed from the pain, but Izuku paid no heed to her as he ripped apart her night dress and spanked her breasts. Momo squealed from Izuku's rough treatment of her breasts. He yanked her hair until she was looking up and him, and took her lips in a dominating kiss. Momo jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist. Izuku carried her to the couch and threw her down. His eyes were locked on Momo's thick bubble butt and the red lacy panties that were covering it. Growling as he took off her panties and spanked her ass, “This ass belongs to me from now on, understood?” “Yes – yes sir" “Good girl", Izuku said, giving her another firm spank. Izuku lined up his cock with Momo’s dripping quim and ran his length along her wet pussy. Momo moaned, as his teasing “Please, please sir" “Please what?” “Please fuck me sir" “Beg”. Izuku said, still teasing her. Inserting only the head of his cock inside her “PLEASE FUCK THIS SLUT SIR, WRECK MY PUSSY WITH YOUR BIG FAT COCK. MAKE SURE I DON’T WALK PROPERL- OH FUCKK" Momo didn’t get the chance to finish as Izuku thrusted strongly into her, her tight pussy clenching around his cock. He slid his cock halfway back and paused, Momo thought she’d done something wrong. “You’re making too much of a noise slut, do you want to wake everyone up and see what a whore you are. Maybe they'll kick you out of U.A. and then you can spend your entire life in shame" Momo tried to reply but soon found her mouth being stuffed by her own panties. She felt extremely dirty having her undergarments in her mouth and tried take it out but a spank from Izuku stopped her. Once he was sure that Momo won’t make any noise, Izuku continued fucking her. Sliding halfway back before thrusting in again. The walls of her vagina enveloped his cock as Momo let out a soft cry. Izuku feels Momo having an orgasm as he fucks her roughly. Izuku spanked her ass while fucking her, one cheek after another, turning them red. Momo let out soft cries of pain and pleasure at the brutal treatment. She could feel Izuku's cock meeting her cervix, and on a particularly vicious thrust, the cock went through her cervix. Right into her womb as Momo felt another orgasm shooting through her. Izuku too felt himself getting close, but he took out his cock and charged upto 5% of One-for-all to last longer. He flipped Momo onto her stomach, and pushes her legs onto her shoulders, bending Momo like a pretzel. Momo squirmed and shivered as she saw the green light of One-for-All across Izuku’s body. Izuku lined up his cock near her entrance again and buried his whole cock inside of her. What Momo felt previously was nothing compared to this, with her body being folded and Izuku using the additional strength of his quirk, Momo felt like she was going to break. “Oh gods, fuck fuck fuck" The makeshift gag rolled out of her body, while Momo chanted this over and over again. She didn't have any energy to scream as orgasm after orgasm shot through her. Izuku looked at Momo, who was barely holding on to her consciousness. Her tongue was hanging out of her mouth and her eyes were rolled upward, like that cheap porn Izuku had seen. Seeing such expression on her face, Izuku felt himself getting close. His movements turned frantic as he kept fucking Momo. Taking his cock out, he stroked it quickly as he released his load on Momo's naked body. Her breasts and face almost fully covered with ropes of his cum. To Izuku however, she hadn’t looked better.
Chapter 2 - Ochako Uraraka and Yaoyorozu Momo	If you wish to support me on Patreon, then please click the link below: https://www.patreon.com/Accio__dracarys "Deku-kun! Yaoyorozu-san! Come quick, the movie is about to start!". Ochako Uraraka called out to Izuku and Momo, both of them were quite busy at the moment. Momo was straddling Izuku's lap and grinding against him. Their lips were locked together as they made out passionately. Ochako blushed as Momo looked towards her, motioning her to wait just a few moments before she got back to making out with Izuku again. It had come as quite a surprise to Ochako and the whole of 1.A. when Izuku and Momo had announced their relationship. Mineta had protested long and hard about Izuku getting with such a beautiful girl, though he had said so in his usual perverted way. No one paid much mind to him, and everyone congratulated the couple. Ochako too gave her congratulations, as heart-broken as she was over Izuku getting with someone else. Ochako noticed that Izuku looked more confident since he'd got with Momo, and she was happy that he'd overcome his stammering and lack of confidence. She watched as both of them got up, Izuku gave Momo a quick peck, before taking her hand and coming to sit beside her on the couch. The movie started as soon as they sat, Mina and Kaminari cheering when they'd begun showing the starting credits. Izuku found the movie a bit boring, it wasn't too bad to be fair. But nothing special either, and as he had seen the film previously he was bored. But all of his classmates looked engrossed in the film, moving his head to his sides he saw both Ochako and Uraraka entirely focused on the TV in front of them. Since he was the only one who appeared to be getting bored, Izuku decided to have some fun. Letting his hands fall, he placed it on Ochako's thigh, just a bit upward of her knee. The gesture was innocuous enough to be passed as friendly, but a blush covered Ochako's cheeks and he heard the hitching of her breath. This was exactly the reaction he was looking for, Ochako turned to look at him. But he acted as if he was fully focused on the screen in front of him and she turned her eyes away. After some time when she had moved away, Izuku slowly moved his hand to upwards and gently began to caress the inside of her thigh. He smiled inwardly as he saw the blush growing on Ochako's cheeks. "What- what are you doing Deku-kun", Uraraka whispered harshly. But the effect was lost by the soft moans she let out. "Do you not like this Ochako-chan". Izuku put her mouth close to her ears and whispered, his rough tone sending tingles down her spine. "Ye- no" Izuku chuckled softly, "Make up your mind Ochako-chan. It sounds to me that you like it very much" Ochako said nothing in response except for letting out small moans as Izuku's fingers continued to dance around her inner thighs. "Are- are you okay Ochako?", Izuku's fingers stilled and he hurriedly took them off as Yaoyorozu's voice reached them. Ochako saw her looking in their direction with a worried look on her face. "Ye-s yes, I'm fine", said Uraraka. As soon as she turned away, Izuku's fingers were back on her. Though this time he slid them through the waistband of her shorts and placed them on her wet pussy. Ochako moaned again, but this time disguised it as a cough so the rest didn't notice. "No panties Ochako-chan, naughty naughty", said Izuku, as he cupped her pussy, feeling the wetness on it. After a few moments of watching Uraraka squirm. Izuku decided to kick things up a notch and slid a finger inside of her. Uraraka gasped but still managed to keep her voice down, though if she'd paid a little more attention to her surroundings she would've seen Momo's eyes following Izuku's hand, with a smirk on her face. Uraraka arched her back when Izuku slid another finger inside of her folds. His fingers quickened their movements as Uraraka's orgasm approached closer and closer. She forgot about the outside world as she came, the orgasm causing as eyes to roll back as she shuddered hard. Once she had rode out her orgasm, she turned to saw Izuku looking at her smiling. "Hey Momo open up", Uraraka's eyes widened she saw as Izuku picked up some popcorns with the same hand that had been inside her some moments ago, and feed them to her. Once she had eaten, Momo took his fingers and sucked them clean, while looking Uraraka in the eyes. "She knows", was the thought running through Uraraka's mind, dread pooling in her stomach. She opened her mouth to say something but the movie had finished at the that exact moment, not giving her the opportunity to speak. Everyone got up to leave to their rooms and only Izuku and Uraraka had left behind. Momo left earlier, saying she had some work to do. Uraraka also moved to leave but stopped as she felt Izuku’s hand on her arm. He leaned down and growled in her ear "Come to my room when everyone's fallen asleep, and come wearing only your bra and panties" Uraraka blushed as she nodded, not trusting herself to speak and practically ran down to her room. ‐---------------------‐---------‐--‐‐‐‐‐‐----------------‐---- Uraraka looked at herself in the mirror, blushing lightly. She was wearing a pink lacy bra and panties set which Mina had got her as a joke. The set was one or two sizes too small, and just barely covered her assets. Her panties were digging into her crotch, feeling a bit uncomfortable but they were covered with her wetness as she thought about the events of the past evening. She looked at the mirror for a few more moments before she deemed her appearance sexy enough and turned to go. She peeked her head out the door and seeing the dark hallway empty, she hurried out of her room on tiptoes. Her heart was hammering in her chest, as she walked quickly to Izuku's room, pausing at every little noise she heard. Thankfully, she reached Izuku's room without any trouble. She thanked the gods that Izuku's room was the first one on the boys' side of the apartments. She turned the knob of the door slighly to find it unlocked, and slightly opened the door and quickly stepped inside. Quickly locking the door, she turned around and froze. Yaoyorozu Momo was the first person she saw, she was blindfolded and sitting on Izuku's lap. Once Uraraka got over the shock of seeing Momo there, she looked downwards to see her bouncing on Izuku's giant cock. His cock was sliding in and out of her wet pussy. "Fuck- fuck me Master ~ Fuck this slutty whore of yours", Momo moaned Izuku slid his hands forward and roughly grasped her breasts, fondling and pinching them, as he continued to fuck her with his big cock. "Ahh, you're so tight bitch. Your needy little cunt is clenching tightly around my cock", said Izuku, as he gripped hard on her giant breasts, enough that she felt that they'd leave a mark and increased his speed. Momo was bouncing up and down quickly on his cock, his quick pace not giving her time to regain her bearings. She came again and again on Izuku's cock, the sounds of her needy moans filling the room. The constant clenching and tightening of her pussy, drove Izuku nearer to her orgasm. "I'm close, where do you want it?". He growled "Cum inside me Master, breed me like the whore I am" Izuku flipped them, so that he was on top. He pressed her head into the bed, muffling her moans as he frantically fucked her. "Ah fuck, take it all you bitch. Take my whole fucking load inside of you", groaning as he came, stuffing Momo full of his cum. Izuku took his cock out of Momo and turned, seeing Ochako standing there. She was standing with her legs squeezed together, a massive blush covering her cheeks. She had dressed as he had told her to, wearing very little clothing, leaving her thick legs on full display. And as she was squeezing them together, the image looked even more appealing to Izuku. He looked her up and down while walking towards her, his dick turning hard again seeing her standing like this. He put his hand between her legs, forcing her to part them, as he ran his hand up and down her thick thighs, before cupping her covered pussy. His fingers sinking into her mound, her soaked, ruined panties not offering much of a resistance. He chuckled as she shuddered and mewled at his touch. Walking around her, he saw her fat ass cheeks sticking out, begging to be spanked. She squealed as he slapped her ass and began to fondle it, spreading her cheeks apart before letting them clap back again. He walked to stand in front of her again, looking up and down and giving her an appreciative nod. Uraraka beamed at his silent praise but he still saw her eyes looking behind him with fearful glances. It took him a few moments to realise what had her so spooked, and once the realisation hit him he laughed. "You think Yaoyorozu is going to mind seeing you here like this?" At her hesitant nod he continued while placing his hands on her boobs and groping them, as she gasped at his touch. "You see, Yaoyorozu is nothing more than my slut. I've told everyone that we're dating so that it was easier for me to use her in public" "And- and you want me to-" "Yes I want you to be my slut. Do you accept Ochako-chan", he said, his hands digging into the supple flesh of her breasts. "Yes I- I accept Deku-kun. I've always had a crush on you and nothing would make me happier than being your slut" "Good girl", smiled Izuku, patting her on the cheeks, Uraraka leaning into his touch. He had known about her crush on him, it was fairly obvious with how she acted around him and that crush was partly the reason why he'd chosen to touch her while watching the movie. His achingly hard cock throbbed and he gently pushed Uraraka on her knees. "Clean me off" Uraraka saw the Izuku's giant cock in front of her face, the smell of sex and the cum smeared of it caused her to make a face. But nevertheless, she brought her mouth closer to it and slowly took half of it inside. Hlukh hlukh hlukh It was obvious that she was going to have some difficulties as she tried to take half of his cock inside of her, her tongue swirling around. But Izuku didn't want to wait for her to get used to, as he put his hands on top of her head and pressed down until his entire cock was buried in her throat. GLAKH GLAKH GLAKH Uraraka's eyes widened, as she choked around Izuku's cock. Drool and spit started gathering on her lower lip as Izuku used her mouth and throat to clean his cock. She started hitting his thighs as she felt herself running out of breath, begging him to stop. But Izuku paid her protests no mind as he ruined her throat, fucking it again and again. He stopped as she was about to lose consciousness, taking his cock out of her throat, satisfied that it was clean enough. Giving her no respite, Izuku pulled her hair making her stand and threw her on the bed. Her mouth was close to Yaoyorozu's pussy when she landed, and felt Izuku's hand pressing on the nape of her neck as he forced her lips onto Yaoyorozu’s cunt. "Eat her out", he growled. Ochako hesitantly gave Momo's lips a kiss, running her tongue across her slit. She heard Momo moan, her voice a bit muffled and her moaning encouraged Ochako to get a bit more confident. She slithered her tongue inside Momo's folds and began licking at her walls. Momo's moans increased in intensity as Ochako began eating her out. Ochako felt her panties being torn off and rough calloused hands roamed her big ass. She shivered at the touch, and whined when some moments later those hands were removed from her behind. Instead, her attention was drawn towards the tip of Izuku's cock pressing against her asshole. Panicking, she lifted her head, worried about Izuku's giant cock getting inside of her. "Wait- Please not there. I'm not readYYYY- AIEEEEEE" Ochako wailed as Izuku ignored her, and simply slammed his whole length inside of her. Pain shot throughout her body, her asshole stretching out trying to accommodate Izuku's length as he slid in and out of her. "Fuck Ochako, your ass is so fucking tight. I am going to cum soon, if you keep this up" "No-No stop please. I can't take it all, you're ripping my ass apart" Something flashed in Izuku's eyes and he growled, putting his hand on her head and pushing Uraraka's mouth into Momo's slick cunt again. "Did you not agree to being my slut? Did you think that I didn't mean it?", he said, spanking Uraraka's ass with his free hand. Mmph mmph MMPH Uraraka gets used to Izuku's size and her pain turns into pleasure as Izuku continues pounding her ass. She lets out cries, sending delightful vibrations inside Momo’s cunt. "When I said that you're my slut. I meant that all of your holes belong to me, and I'll fuck any of them when I want to. You are just a toy from now on, your protests mean nothing to me" The combination of the degrading words and Izuku reminding her of what her life going to be, aroused Ochako and she came hard. Her body spasmed and she would've fallen off Momo if Izuku's hand hadn't kept her in place. The friction from sliding in and out of Ochako's tight anal hole. He climbs on top of Ochako and presses her leg onto her head, pushing her tongue even further inside Momo and causing her nose to be buried inside of Momo's asshole. Uraraka's tongue hitting Momo's g-spot and her nose being inside of her ass brings Momo to the edge. She cums hard from the double stimulation, releasing her juices over the brunette's face. She shivers and shudders, as Ochako continues rubbing her tongue in the same spot and eating her out with renewed vigor. Uraraka's pussy keeps clenching and convulsing as she orgasms non-stop. She had stopped thinking, all of her focus on eating Momo out as her juices continued to spray on Ochako's face. She is stopped when Izuku lifts his leg off her and forces her to lie on her back. She sees him doing the same to Momo, until the two sluts are lying side by side. She saw Izuku standing in front of them, furiously stroking his cock. "Give us your come Master~", Momo said as she turned to Uraraka, and fondled her breasts while bringing her mouth closer to Uraraka and licking her face, tasting her own juices. The entire scene proved too much for Izuku, groaning as he came. Thick, white droplets of his cum covered her stomach and mouth. Yaoyorozu the cheeky minx she was, went down on Uraraka and started licking all the cum that was splattered on her body. This got Izuku hard again, and he pressed his cock against Uraraka's virgin pussy this time. As Izuku began fucking her, and Momo continued sucking and licking her body. Uraraka wondered what exactly she had gotten herself into. ------------------------------------------------ This story will always remain one chapter ahead at Patreon. Also, pairing for the next chapter(s) will also be always decided through the Patreon bimonthly polls.
Chapter 1 - Mitsuki Bakugo	If you wish to support me on Patreon, then click the link below: https://www.patreon.com/Accio__dracarys Izuku was strolling through the streets near his home. Reminiscing about the past week. In all honesty, that was the best week of Izuku’s life so far. Momo had completely submitted to him, and he had used her fully to satisfy his sexual needs. He had taken her wherever and whenever he wanted to. Dragging her to either of their rooms and throughly fucking her holes until she was practically begging him to stop. And even though Izuku knew that Momo had become his slut, he still respected her wishes and once he knew that she couldn't go much longer, he stopped. But that still didn't mean that he was happy with it. Whether it was from extreme usage of One-for-All or some other reason, the fact was that Izuku had become extremely horny nowadays. No matter how many times he used Momo, he still wasn't satisfied. And with Momo being sore from all the fucking she was receiving, Izuku wanted another girl to use. Not paying attention to where he was going, Izuku almost collided with someone. "Watch where you're going you bastard", came a familiar voice Izuku shook his head to clear his mind and saw Mitsuki Bakugo standing in front of him with an angry expression on her face. Groceries were strewn on the ground "Ahh Mrs. Bakugo, I'm sorry I didn't notice you". Izuku said, bowing down to pick up the fallen groceries. Mitsuki's face softened as she looked at who exactly she had bumped into. "Ohh it's fine, it was my fault too for not paying attention" Izuku smiled as he got up, and Mitsuki moved to take the grocery bags from his hands. "Let me carry them for you Mrs. Bakugo, it's the least I can do" "I don't want to trouble you". Mitsuki said, still reaching for the bags Izuku lifted them out of her reach, and said "I insist Mrs. Bakugo" "Oh fine". Mitsuki frowned at Izuku, before huffing and lightly slapping his arm, marvelling at the amount of muscle beneath the shirt. "But don't think I can't beat your ass young man, and call me mitsuki" "Oh I'd like to see you try, Mitsuki". Izuku leaned down and whispered softly in her ear before straightening up and winking at her. His words completely caught Mitsuki off-guard and she turned away while blushing. Wondering where the heck had the shy, stammering child gone. After a while Mitsuki had managed to control her blush she asked, "What is Inko doing nowadays?" "Uhh mom has started going to the gym nowadays. That keeps her mind engaged and she has stopped worrying about me that much" "She always has been a worrier, that Inko. I told her time and time again that you kids are old enough to take care of yourselves, but she doesn't listen" "That's mom for you I guess, always worrying", Izuku chuckled. They went on like this to her home, conversing about each other's daily life. Mitsuki lead Izuku inside the kitchen when they reached her home, telling him to put the groceries there on the table and wait. Izuku looked at her while she put away the groceries, admiring the view. Even though she was in her late thirties, Mitsuki was extremely fit. She was wearing tight fitting shorts, and as she bent down to put stuff in the cabinets, she gave Izuku a nice view of her sexy, plump ass. Not being able to control himself, Izuku went to stand behind Mitsuki and grabbed her ass. He felt Mitsuki stiffen beneath his touch but Izuku ignored it, roaming his hands all over her ass. "Ummm such a nice ass you've got here Mitsuki", Izuku said, while delivering a firm spank to her ass. Mitsuki let out a shriek, the spank apparently jolting her out of her daze, "What, what are you doing brat" Izuku chose not to answer, instead he pushed himself and started dry humping Mitsuki. She let out a moan once she felt Izuku’s length rubbing against her covered pussy. It had been quite a while since she had last had sex, and Izuku's assault was having quite an effect on her body as she felt herself getting wet. "St- stop". Mitsuki whimpered Izuku snaked his hand forward and slid a finger across the length of Mitsuki's slit, feeling her wetness. "You want me to stop hmm?" "Yes- yes", SMACK Mitsuki shrieked as Izuku's hand landed on her ass. "Good girls don't lie Mitsuki", Izuku growled in her ear. "Now I'll ask you again. Do you want me to stop?" "Yes, stop please. This isn't- this isn't right", said Mitsuki, letting out a cry when Izuku spanked her again. Izuku continued asking Mitsuki the same question, spanking her repeatedly when her answer wasn't to his liking. SMACK SMACK SMACK Mitsuki let out cries as Izuku continued hitting her ass, her body jolting with each impact. But still she had a stubborn streak, and wouldn't give in easily. Seeing that Mitsuki wasn't responding well enough, Izuku charged upto 5% of One-for-all and started delivering more harder blows to her buttocks. "Ahh- Ahh you fucker, please just stop". Mitsuki whimpered, tears running down her cheeks. "You know that's not what I want to hear Mitsuki". Izuku ignored her pleas and decided to give her 5 more spanks to see if she would relent. Izuku charged up One-for-all even further to 10% and delivered the spanks swiftly. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK "Please - please just st- OH fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck". On the last spank, a shudder ran throughout Mitsuki's body as she orgasmed powerfully. Her legs shaking, Mitsuki fell to her knees. But she wasn't given a moment's rest as Izuku grabbed her hair and forced her to look up at him. "Cumming from just spanking? You liked it, didn't you slut, you liked me beating your ass and showing you your place", Izuku said roughly, as he pulled her to her feet, bending her against a table and roughly tore her shorts and panties. Izuku stared at Mitsuki's red ass, admiring his work as he took his cock out from his pants. "This ass, belongs to me from now on", Izuku grabbed her ass cheeks, hearing her hiss at his rough treatment of her already sensitive ass. "Yes- yes this belongs to you. It is yours to do as you please" Izuku growled hearing Mitsuki submit to him and lined up his cock with her asshole and pushed it all the way in. "HOLY- HOLY FUCK YOU'RE BREAKING ME APART", Mitsuki screamed as Izuku's monster cock entered her asshole. Izuku chuckled, and grabbed her hair and pulled forcing her to arch her neck back. "Fuck, you're so tight slut" "YES, YES I'M YOUR SLUT MASTER, PLEASE WRECK MY ASSHOLE" Mitsuki had been an independent person as long as she remembered. She was used to being in control at all times, but she was also a submissive. All those years she needed someone to take control from her and treat her like a slut. Izuku turned out to be that person. Izuku repeatedly slammed against her asshole, using her body as a toy as he fucked her hard and fast. He took out his whole length and then swiftly slammed into her again, Mitsuki's screams were turning him on even more. He turned on One-for-all again to 5% and increased his pace. "Fuck fuck fuck", A constant stream of curses spewed from Mitsuki's mouth, as she felt her asshole being stretched and abused again and again. She was on the verge of losing consciousness having orgasmed non-stop from Izuku's brutal fucking. Taking his cock out, Izuku picked up Mitsuki and put her legs on his shoulders. He lined up his cock with her asshole again, and resumed his fucking. Feeling himself get close, Izuku's movements turned erratic as he increased his pace even further. Mitsuki bouncing on his cock, any control she felt like she had in this situation gone. "Take it, take it all you damn slut", Izuku pulled Mitsuki close to him and groaned as he came, shooting ropes inside Mitsuki's ass. Panting, Izuku laid down Mitsuki on a couch with her head hanging just barely off the sides. He got up to the couch as well and climbed on top of Mitsuki, who looked utterly exhausted at this point. However Izuku wasn't done, as he lined up his cock with and mouth and slowly pushed his cock inside. Mitsuki opened her eyes wide as she felt Izuku inside her throat. She tasted his cum, and her ass on his cock. She didn't even have time to feel disgusted, as she tried to gag unsuccessfully. GLAKH! GLAKH! GLAKH! Izuku started fucking her mouth with the same fervor as he'd fucked her ass. She choked and gagged, tears coming out of her eyes, mixing with the drool and creating a mess. Izuku smiled as he looked at the mess that was Mitsuku's face, she looked like a complete slut. "This is what your life will be from now on Mitsuki, being my cocksleeve. I'll use these slutty holes of yours, whenever I feel like it" Izuku’s words seemed to have quite an effect on Mitsuki as she moaned, sending delightful vibrations along his cock. He grabbed the back of his head and begin fucking her face faster as he felt himself get closer. Burying his whole length inside of her, Izuku released his cum. Of course, with Mitsuki's head hanging off the couch, she was unable to swallow and his cum spilled all over her face. Giving her the appearance of a back alley whore. "You may want to get up, if you don't want to let Kacchan see what a slut you are", Izuku said before going out of the house, leaving the cum covered Mitsuki sprawled on her couch.
Chapter 4 - Rei Todoroki	If you wish to support me, then please visit: https://patreon.com/accio__dracarys Rei Todoroki was standing outside her daughter's room with a full blush on her face. She was almost half-asleep when she heard raised voices coming from Fuyumi's room, and she went to check the source of the noise. Getting closer to the door, she realised exactly what kinds of sounds her daughter was making. Peeking inside the door she froze, as she saw Izuku fucking her daughter roughly. She shuddered once she saw him spanking her daughter's breast, as Fuyumi screamed out in pain and pleasure. But what held her attention was Izuku's cock, or rather the size of it. Her eyes were transfixed on it as his cock slid in and out of Fuyumi's wrecked cunt. "Ahn~ yes Daddy. Your cock feels so good inside me. It's wrecking me apart", she heard her daughter moaning, as Izuku growled and slapped Fuyumi's breasts. She knew that a married woman like her shouldn't be spying on her own daughter like this. But she found herself not caring about that, as she watched Izuku's cock sliding in and out of her daughter's cunt. One of her hands travelled downwards as she slid it under her pants to her pussy. Gasping, as she inserted one finger inside and began to fuck herself. She imagined herself in Fuyumi's place as fingers slid in and out of her slick cunt. Her fingers sped up as she tried to match Izuku's speed, one of her hands pinching and turning her nipples. She let out small gasps and moans and hoped that Fuyumi's screams would drown her voice. She heard Izuku growl that he was going to cum inside her daughter's pussy. She gasped and quickened her movements as Izuku filled her daughter up, licking her lips when she saw his cum spilling out of Fuyumi. As desperate as she was to orgasm, she failed to do so. Walking hurriedly to her room, as she saw Izuku step towards the door of Fuyumi's room. She was almost inside her room when someone grabbed her, and a hand was put on her mouth. She tried to struggle, but was pushed through the door and onto her bed. She turned around to see Izuku standing inside, locking the door behind him. "Did you enjoy the show?", he asked, smirking "What-what show?", she asked, averting her eyes, while blushing. Rei scrambled back until she was against the headrest, as Izuku advanced on her. He sat near her and placed a hand on her covered pussy. Smirking as he felt the wetness on her pussy as he ran a finger down it's length. "Don't lie to me Rei, I know you were watching while I was fucking your daughter, making her into my slut" Rei shuddered as memories of the night came into her mind, she knew that she should be angry at the degrading way Izuku was talking about Fuyumi, but the only thing on her mind was Izuku's hand stroking her. "I- I didn't mean to", she whimpered Izuku lightly spanked her cunt, and grinned as she jumped. "Don't lie to me, I know you were getting yourself off on watching us", he growled She blushed in embarrassment at being caught, and looked down choosing to not reply. "I bet you want me to make you my slut as well? Am I right?", said Izuku, enjoying the way Rei was squirming beneath his touch. "Ye-yes", she squeaked, nodding her head while blushing. Rei let out an 'eep' as Izuku stood up near the edge of the bed and roughly grabbed her legs, pulling her towards him. He relieved her off her clothes, literally tearing them apart. She was left entirely exposed to his gaze, as his lust filled eyes roamed up and down her body. Rei couldn't help but beam as Izuku gave an appreciable nod, as he checked her out, she felt desired for the first time in many years. Izuku then pushed his pants down and Rei stared at it in amazement. She had known he was big when she saw him fucking her daughter, but nothing prepared her from seeing it up close. He was far far bigger than her husband, and she shuddered inwardly thinking about how he'd fit inside of her. She saw as Izuku grabbed hold of her legs by the ankles and put them on his shoulder. He thrusted his hips forward and entered her, sheathing himself fully inside of her. “Oh fuck, it’s so big. You’re ripping me open”, Rei moaned out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as Izuku entered her. It had been a long time since she had had sex and wasn’t prepared for the way Izuku’s cock fully stretched her out. She could feel the throbbing vein of his cock against her walls, and almost sobbed in pleasure as he slowly took out his cock, the friction of his cock rubbing against her walls too much for her. Her mouth opened up in a silent scream as Izuku slammed back inside of her, her body jolting from the force of Izuku’s hips hitting hers. Rei shuddered and spasmed as a powerful orgasm tore through her, her eyes rolling back. “Am I bigger than your husband? Am I bigger than Endeavour?”, Izuku growled, as he grabbed Rei’s hips tightly and sped up his movements. "Ah fuck, yes you're bigger than that loser. His cock doesn't even compare to yours'', Rei moaned out, as Izuku continued to pound her. "Fuck~ your cock feels so goood~" Her pussy clenched around Izuku's cock as she orgasmed again. He too felt himself get close, the tightness of Rei's pussy bringing him to the edge. Thrusting frantically a few more times, he took out his cock and stroked it before spraying his cum all over Rei's stomach and breasts. Taking a look at Rei's exhausted face and her cum covered body, Izuku felt himself get hard again. Flipping her over, he positioned Rei on her hand and knees. He saw her wiggling her ass towards him and couldn't resist but to spank her. He chuckled hearing her squeal, as he continued to spank and grope her ass. Rei felt Izuku's cock pressing against her back door, and moaned as she realised that she was in for a long night. Next up: Rei & Fuyumi Todoroki (This fic is one chapter ahead on Patreon, and the pairing will always be decided through a poll)
Chapter 5 - Rei & Fuyumi Todoroki	If you wish to support me, then please visit: https://patreon.com/accio__dracarys A week later, Izuku stood outside the door of the Todoroki house. He specifically picked a time when he knew that only Rei and Fuyumi would be at home. Both of them had kept sending him pictures of them naked, and Izuku could no longer control himself. He raised his hand to press the bell but stopped when an idea came into his mind. He grabbed the door handle and turned it, smiling as he found the door unlocked. He shut the door behind him quietly, keen to not make any noise as went inside and found both Rei and Fuyumi in the kitchen. Both of them were wearing tank tops and shorts, with Fuyumi's riding upwards, her ass almost sticking out of it. Creeping silently behind them, Izuku raised his hands and brought them down hard, smacking the ass of both mother and daughter. Fuyumi and Rei jumped and let out an EEP. "Okay, who the fuck- Daddy!", Fuyumi turned around aggressively, intent on giving whoever it was a piece of her mind. But a grin broke out on her face when she saw Izuku standing there and jumped into his arms, hugging him. Izuku also hugged her, bringing his arms down to her ass, as he mauled and fondled her ass cheeks. Looking towards Rei, he saw her biting her lips and rubbing her thighs together, her gaze focused on Fuyumi's ass. "I missed you, Daddy", Fuyumi moaned, as Izuku continued playing with her ass. "I missed you too, my little slut", Izuku said, lifting his arms and lightly spanking her. Fuyumi started rubbing herself against Izuku's cock, letting out moans. "Oh~ I need your cock Daddy, give it to me" Izuku pushed Fuyumi off, and commanded. "Strip. Both of you", he added when he saw that Rei made no move to do so. Both mother and daughter blushed and shivered at the command in Izuku's voice, and hastened to follow his instructions. They were naked in no time, fully divested of their clothes. Both of them looked towards each other instead of Izuku, this had been the first time they had been naked in front of each other and couldn't resist checking out each other. "You're so beautiful, Mum", Fuyumi breathed out, stepping closer to Rei and kissing her. She felt Rei pause for a few moments, before her mother began kissing her back. Surprisingly for Fuyumi, her mother began taking charge of her. Rei forced her tongue into Fuyumi's mouth, while her hands groped and pinched her nipples. Fuyumi squealed when Rei let her go and roughly turned her around. Her mother got onto her knees, and grabbed Fuyumi's ass, spreading her cheeks apart and letting them slap back together. "Such a fat, slutty ass you have Fuyumi. I wonder why it took me so long to not see you as the sex starved bimbo you are", Rei said, while spanking her ass hard, and bringing her face closer to her anus Fuyumi shivered in anticipation as she felt Rei's breath on her backdoor, and moaned as she felt her mother's wet tongue lick her asshole. She gasped, as she felt a tongue got wiggling inside of her, and grabbed the counter infront of her tightly. Rei continued eating out Fuyumi's ass, and she felt an orgasm approaching but Izuku's voice stopped them. "Enough", they looked towards him to find him seated at the couch and stroking his cock furiously. He was close by the looks of it, "Come here both of you, and finish me off" Rei got up from her knees and went to where Izuku was sitting, swaying her hips sultrily, Fuyumi following behind her. She went down infront of Izuku on one side, and Fuyumi following her lead, got down on the other. Both of them pressed their breasts together, and enveloped Izuku's cock between them. "Fuck that feels so good", Izuku groaned, as he began thrusting between their breasts. Their massive breasts wrapped around his cock, felt heavenly, and his cock twitched as he found it hard to control himself. He erupted as Rei, and Fuyumi licked the head of his cock, whenever it got close to their mouths. The combined pleasure became too much for him, as he leaned back and orgasmed. Covering the faces and breasts of the mother and daughter pair, in his thick white cum. They pulled away from his cock, and Rei got close to Fuyumi as she started running her tongue along Fuyumi's face, going all the way down to her breasts. Licking Izuku's cum, clean off her. That was enough to get Izuku's cock hard again. He growled as he got up and grabbed their head, pushing them roughly towards the floor. They got what he was intending to do, and both of them pressed their faces onto the floor, sticking their asses up and wiggling them in front of Izuku. His cock twitched at the action, and he went to Fuyumi first. Taking his cock into his hand, he pressed it into her backdoor, going into her slowly. "Ah~ Fuck I've never had anywhere there before. Please go slow", Fuyumi moaned out. Izuku just snorted and slammed his entire length inside her. "Please~ it's too big. I can't take it, my ass is being stretched apart. OH FUCK FUCK FUCK", Fuyumi screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure, as Izuku's paid no heed to her words and continued slamming his cock inside of her. Fuyumi felt herself getting close and as Izuku brought his hand to her clit, rubbing it between his thumb and finger, she came. Her legs shuddered as she came, releasing her juices on the floor below. Izuku meanwhile kept pounding into her, as Fuyumi shuddered and spasmed as orgasms kept tearing through her. He felt himself get close as well, gripping her hips hard, he sheathed himself fully inside of her and came, releasing ropes of his cum in her ass. Feeling Izuku's cum inside of her also triggered Fuyumi's orgasm, as she came again that night, she had lost count of how many orgasms she had that night. Izuku took out his cock out of her with a loud schlick and exhaustion took over Fuyumi, as she laid flat on the ground, her legs giving away from beneath her. Ignoring Fuyumi for the time being. Izuku walked over to Rei, who was dripping wet from anticipation at this point. He smirked hearing her moan lewdly as he rubbed his cock over her outer lips. "Do you want me to fuck you?", Izuku demanded, while reaching over to grab her long white hair and forcing Rei to arch her back. "Ah~ yes please~ fill my slutty pussy with your huge cock. Fuck me PLEASEEEE", she screamed out as Izuku sheathed himself fully inside of her, not letting her finish. Using her hair as a handlebar, Izuku pulled it roughly as he began to move inside of her. Rei came almost instantly, her arousal had been building up as she had watched Izuku ravish her daughter, and his cock inside of her was her tipping point. "You Todoroki women are such sluts, look at you cumming on the cock of a boy your son's age", Izuku groaned, as he kept pounding hard into her. "Yes we're sluts Master~ we belong to you only~", Rei moaned out, Izuku's degrading words and him reminding her of their age difference turning her on even more. She went cross-eyed, as her second orgasm of the night approached. When she regained consciousness, she felt Izuku still moving inside of her with the same ferocity, and groaned in bliss as she realised that both her and her daughter wouldn't be getting much rest that night. Next up: Nemuri Kayama (Midnight) (This fic is one chapter ahead on Patreon, and the pairing will always be decided through a poll)
Chapter 1 - A Cold Evening	This is gonna be a short one, i'm using these to test out my writing skills. Please tell me what you think! No sex in this one, coming soon Chapter I Everything was still as he leaned on the balcony of Acherus. Despite being barely the end of summer, snowflakes were swirling around Jor as if attracted by some invisible force. He wore a heavy cloak over his armor which was more habit than necessity. He didn't feel the cold any more. It was a bother only for the living. The blood elf felt a measure of peace when it snowed like this, reminding him of a time before. The same could not be said of the smaller individual standing next to him. Drogun was an orc boy barely out of his teens, assigned to him as a squire or grunt of sorts because of the service Jor had done for the Horde. Jor pitied the boy for his bad luck. He doubted any young aspiring warriors wanted to serve a death knight such as himself. If Drogun any issues with his new master, he kept them to himself. Instead he had been a loyal attendant, even so far as to stand out in the cold with his his master despite likely being chilled to the bone. "Head back inside," Jor said quietly. "Warm yourself, i'll be along shortly." Drogun shook his head firmly. "I will stay," the orc said proudly, with only a slight shiver in his voice. "I can hear your teeth chattering from here. Freezing to death would be unwise and frankly a waste," Jor said without turning around. He could practically feel the heated stare coming from the young orc. "Orcs are a hardy people," Drogun said with a tone that was likely annoyance, but to Jor sounded a bit petulant. "We can bear any cold or heat better than most races." Jor raised a hand in mock surrender. "So be it. If you die of cold, I can always reanimate your corpse." Drogun apparently took that as an insult of some kind. Not surprising considering how prideful orcs can be, especially the young ones with a lot to prove. He huffed loudly and Jor heard a series of thuds of something hitting the cold stone behind him. He turned to see the cause. Jor was hard pressed to feign nonchalance. The young orc had stripped down of his armor until he was completely nude. A well muscled body of emerald green was a stark contrast to the dark surroundings. Drogun crossed his arms and closed his eyes, jutting his chin out in defiance of the cold. Jor was grateful that the orc had closed his eyes, because he couldn't take his own off the orc's body. The manhood was flaccid but as thick as a dwarven mug. A trail of hair went down the muscled chest and down to a hairy navel. The orc lacked scars like many of his kind, but the body was truly a prime specimen of his people. Most orcs were stooped, but Drogun stood straight and proud. A hunger filled the blood elf that he hadn't felt in a long time. A darkness clouded his mind and he imagined commanding his companion to serve him on his knees. He imagined defiling the green body in the most erotic ways, until the boy begged for a release that would not come. Jor had to physically shake his head and turn around. The thoughts were foreign to him. Since his first death, he had left most of the pleasures of life behind, with small exceptions. He was a well preserved undead and with his blood magic, sex was always a possibility. The death knight had simply not given it any thought. Until now. Drogun's breathing was getting slower. Jor could see his muscles tighten in attempted to prevent shivering. While the view was nice, he had no intention of letting his gruntling die trying to prove a point. He picked up the furred garment that Drogun had used to wrap his lower half. He strode close to the orc without making and sound and began to wrap the fur around his waist. Drogun startled for a split second before resuming his stoic facade. Jor let his hand slip against the orcs thick manhood one time before pulling away. "Truly orcs are formidable," Jor conceded, somehow breathless for a creature who didn't need to breathe. Drogun's tough demeanor slipped only slightly as a shiver rippled his body. "I can handle anything that you throw at me. I will be the greatest warrior to have ever served you." Jor placed his hand on the orc's shoulder, squeezing slightly. "I am honored to have such a warrior. From what I saw, you may one day be the biggest orc to ever live." Jor wasn't exactly talking about his body frame, but both were true he supposed. The young orc grinned broadly as they walked back inside. Clearly believing that he had passed some sort of test to prove his worth to his new master. "One day I will have Lok'navod's sung about me, just as you do!" Drogun said adamantly. "Of that, I have no doubt," replied Jor. He was looking forward to watching this orc grow. In more ways than one. Once back inside, they went to the command table to prepare for the expedition into Highmountain. His horsemen offered to accompany their leader to make contact with the people there, but Jor was quite content with his current companion. The orc and his new master spent the remainder of the evening getting supplies together and ensuring Drogun's mount was up to task. The workings were quiet, but somehow just as peaceful as his time in the snow. Tomorrow they would discover a new land and all it's wonders. Jor pondered what else they may discover along the way....
Chapter 3 - Fuyumi Todoroki	If you wish to find out how to support me, then please visit: https://twitter.com/accio__dracarys Izuku Midoriya was spending the night in the Todoroki household. Rei had been released from the psychiatric ward last week and had told Shoto to invite his friends for a sleepover. He had invited Izuku, Iida Tenya and Ochako Uraraka but since Iida and Ochako were busy, Izuku was the only one to stay the night. Todoroki didn't mind their absence though, he was just happy that Izuku had come, he considered Izuku to be his closest friend. The whole night Izuku and Shoto had spent playing games and talking until Shoto eventually fell asleep. Izuku however had no such luck falling asleep, he twisted and turned in his bed but the sleep still eluded him. He was lying with his eyes closed when he heard the sound of someone sobbing. Izuku got up and tried to locate the sound of sobs, his hero instincts urging him to help the person who was hurting. Izuku followed the sound until he was standing outside Fuyumi's door. The light of her room was on and Izuku peeked inside to see Fuyumi sitting on the edge of her bed, her face buried in her hands as she cried softly. Izuku kept standing there, wanting to help but not knowing how to. Noticing that the sound of cries coming from her weren't stopping, he gently cleared his throat. Alerting her of his presence. "Midoriya-san?", Fuyumi lifted her head and blinked, the rims of her eyes tinged red. Izuku raised his hand awkwardly in greeting before lowering it. "Umm I'm sorry for eavesdropping, but I heard the sound of you crying and I- well I couldn't help myself", he said sheepishly "It's fine Midoriya-san, I suppose it's my fault for making noise" Izuku just smiled, hearing that she didn't mind him being there. "Thank you Fuyumi-san. If you don't mind, can I ask what was bothering you?" She patted the space next to her on the bed, gesturing Izuku to sit. They remained silent for some time before Fuyumi spoke, "You know with things going good now, I sometimes worry that they'll go wrong again. I fear that mom and Shoto will be taken from me again and I won't be able to do anything about it" He placed a hesitant hand on her bare shoulder and she shivered at the contact. "They won't be taken away from you again. Now that your family is away from Endeavour's influence, it'll not be broken", said Izuku, his eyes darkening at the mention of Endeavour's name. "But-but he's the No. 1 hero, what if he decides to take Shoto away again", she said, tears pooling at the edge of her eyes. Izuku shook his head, "I promise you Fuyumi-san, Shoto is my friend and I won't let anything of that sort happen to him. The whole of 1.A will be with him", he said, passionately She lifted her head and looked at him wide wide, "You'd do that?" "Yes, of course!", Izuku nodded He was surprised when she turned and hugged him tightly, Izuku's hands were left hanging by his side before he put them around her and patted her on the back awkwardly. The hug lasted a bit longer before Fuyumi pulled away. Taking one look at Izuku's still surprised face, she chuckled. "That was a thank you Midoriya-san" "Thank you for what?", Izuku looked at her questioningly. "Thank you for everything Midoriya-san. Thank you for being such a good friend to Shoto, and for coming here tonight to check up on me" "I- Fuyumi-san there's no need to thank me. I just did what any good friend would do" "There is! Without you, Shoto would not be as receptive to us as he is now", she said, taking Izuku's hands into her own and bringing them into her lap. Izuku looked down at their intertwined hands and saw Fuyumi wearing very short shorts, her legs practically bare. Involuntarily glancing at Fuyumi's thighs, he felt his cock getting hard. He tried to hide his growing erection from Fuyumi but with her holding his hands, he was unsuccessful in doing so. Izuku shifted from his place, trying to turn away but Fuyumi's gaze was drawn towards his crotch, and she blushed seeing the noticeable tent in his pants. A plan seemed to form in Fuyumi's mind, as she slowly released Izuku's hands and got onto her knees in front of him. "Fuyumi-san what- what are you doing?", He said as she started to lower his pants. He tried to stop her but she swatted his hands away. "Why thanking you of course", she said, as if that was the most obvious thing in the world, as Izuku's cock sprang in front of her. "Oh my~ you're a big one", she crooned, taking his cock into her hand and stroking it. She heard him groan as she brought her mouth close and lightly kissed the top of his head, One of her hands going down to play with his ball sack. After a few moments of his kissing his cock, Fuyumi circled his cock head with her tongue, running it across the slit of his cock and tasting the salty precum that was gathered around it. Izuku gripped the bed sheet tightly and hissed when she took half of his cock down her throat. Her small hand, still wrapped around his cock, pumping it. He felt his orgasm approaching and making eye contact with her, he saw her looking at him with an innocent expression, while she bobbed her head on his cock. That was the last straw for Izuku. Groaning loudly, he put his hands on her head and pushed it all the way down his cock, holding it there and making her choke and gag on it. She stares at him helplessly with wide eyes, but ignores it until Fuyumi feels herself running out of breath. Pulling his mouth off her, he lets her take a breather before pushing her head down again. This time, he doesn't just holds it there but tugs her head back halfway and spears it onto his cock again. GAGKH GAGKH GAGKH Everything became a blur to Fuyumi as her head snapped back and forth rapidly. Her eyes were watering and drool started dripping from the edges of her mouth as Izuku fucked her mouth again and again. Feeling his orgasm approaching, he pushed Fuyumi's head completely down and came. His cock twitching, as ropes of cum shot down Fuyumi's throat. Fuyumi sighed in relief when Izuku took his cock out of her mouth, before doubling over and panting. She didn't succeed in swallowing all of Izuku’s load, and some of it had dribbled past her lips and was dripping down her chin. Using her finger to scoop up the excess cum, Fuyumi looked Izuku in the eyes and made a big show of sucking and licking her fingers clean. She saw his cock rising and attention again, and squealed as he picked her up and laid her on the bed, her legs on either side of him. She shrieked as he hooked his fingers at the neck of her t-shirt and pulled before doing the same to her shorts and panties, tearing them apart and leaving her naked beneath his gaze. Blushing heavily, she moaned as Izuku bent down and sucked on her neck, before trailing downwards. Soft noises escaped Fuyumi as Izuku flicked his tongue at her sensitive nipples before lightly sinking his teeth into the supple flesh of her breasts, leaving a mark. She pouted as Izuku pulled away, missing his lips on her body. He held is cock into his hand and lightly tapped it on Fuyumi's lower lips, feeling it twitch in his hands at the mewling sounds she made. "Plea-please go slow", she whimpered, seeing Izuku's giant cock lined up against her entrance. Nodding, he slowly pushed it inside her, groaning at the feel of her pussy walls around his cock. Grabbing hold of her breasts, he started moving slowly in and out of her. After a few moments of fucking her slowly, he picked up pace, thrusting hard into her as her moans got louder and louder. "Faster~ Faster~", she whimpered, her hands clenching the sheets tightly. "What?" "Fuck me Faster~" "You have to speak louder Fuyumi", Izuku panted, as he kept pounding inside of her. "Fuck Fuck, Fuck me harder. Wreck this cunt. Make me yours Daddy" Izuku paused, it felt strange having a girl few years older call him Daddy. But the way his cock jerked at hearing her call him that, he found out that he liked it. SMACK Raising one hand back, he brought it down on her breast hard and she screamed as she felt the pain. "Do you want me to be your Daddy? Do you like your Daddy fucking you?" "Ahn~ yes Daddy. Your cock feels so good inside me. It's wrecking me apart" Izuku growled, spanking her breasts again and again as he picked up speed. He thrusted into her hard, and her body jolted as his hips made impact with her, his balls slapping against her ass. SMACK He slapped her right on her sensitive nipple, and she screamed in pain and pleasure as she came at the exact moment. Her mouth opened as she trembled on the bed. A steady stream of ' Daddy daddy daddy' the only words coming from her mouth. Izuku felt himself get close and clutched tightly onto Fuyumi's breasts. "These belong to me from now on, YOU belong to me", he growled, slapping one of her breasts. "Yes-yes Daddy all of me belongs to you. Use me however you want", she whimpered, her tongue hanging out as another orgasm shot through her. "I'm close", he grunted, "I'm going to come inside of you slut. And make you mine forever" "Ahn~ give me your cum Daddy. Make me yours" Fuyumi felt his cum splashing inside of her, as he groaned. His cock kept on twitching inside of her as he released bucket loads of cum, filling to the brim. His took out his cock from her pussy with a lewd schlick , cleaning his cock on her discarded shorts. He took one look at her lying on the bed, cum leaking from her cunt before going out of the room. Next up: Rei Todoroki (This fic is one chapter ahead on Patreon, and the pairing will always be decided through a poll)
Chapter 8 - Jirou Kyoka	If you wish to support me, then please visit: https://patreon.com/accio__dracarys The next whole week, Izuku didn’t pursue any girl other than the ones he already had in his harem. Leaving the dorms on the weekend to visit the Todoroki household, and once again reminding the mother daughter pair of their place. He also informed Yaoyorozu and Ochako about the addition of Mina into his harem, and both of them were a bit disappointed at having to share, but also happy for their friend. Seeing all three of their plump backsides being displayed in front of him, while he was fucking one of them, was one of his favorite things. He enjoyed teasing Mina in public places, making her blush as he discreetly groped her ass, or as he pressed himself against while they were with their other classmates. However, Izuku felt a pair of eyes on him the whole week. Especially when he was in the common room spending time with one of his girls. Izuku would have been worried about his relationships being found out by one of his classmates, if he didn’t have an idea about who was watching him. He didn’t think that they would tell anyone even if they had somehow found out about him, so he waited for them to come to him and explain. But with every passing day, Izuku found himself getting more and more restless, and was thinking about asking them himself, when the person came to his room. “Hey Midoriya. Can I enter?”, Izuku looked towards the door from where he was sitting on his bed and saw Jirou Kyouka opening the door of his room slightly, and peeking inside. Having an idea of what this was about, Izuku nodded to her, as she entered the room. He kept looking at her as she came inside and stood near his bed, not speaking at all for a few moments. “So..umm”, Jirou spoke up hesitantly, nervously twirling one of her earphones in her hand. “Have you come to tell me the reason that you were staring at me, for the past week?”, Izuku said, raising his eyebrow, when it became obvious to him that Jirou was having difficulty speaking. “Wha- How- how did you know?”, Jirou asked, her eyes widening with shock. “I guess all these villain attacks have made me more aware of my surroundings”, Izuku chuckled lightly, “So, are you going to tell me about why you were staring?” “Did you know my room is right next to Mina’s?”, Jirou asked him, instead of replying, “and even though the walls in the room are fairly thick, I have better hearing than most, so I could hear everything that you guys were up to that night. At first I thought you were cheating on Yaomomo, so I kept an eye on you, to expose you in front of her. But then I realized that she was actually okay with it, and Uraraka was involved as well” Izuku was quiet for a few moments, surprised by how easily he was found out. While he wasn’t exactly trying to hide his relationships from others, he knew that he would have to answer some uncomfortable questions if he was ever found out. So, he wanted all of them to remain private, except for his relationship with Yaoyorozu. “Well, looks like I have to try harder to hide my relationships huh?”, said Izuku, before looking at Jirou, “You’re not going to tell anyone are you?” “Ohh no no, don’t worry about that. I won’t tell anyone”, Jirou said, waving her hand dismissively, “Actually I was wondering-” Izuku just tilted his head in question, as Jirou stopped speaking mid sentence, and was shuffling on her feet, while twirling her earphones again. “Wondering what?” “Well I was wondering if you would make me yours as well? I- I know I’m not as curvy or beautiful as-”, Jirou stopped speaking, as Izuku got up from his bed, and came to stand in front of her. “Who said you’re not pretty?”, Izuku said, as he lightly touched his cheek with his palm, smiling when she blushed at his touch, but didn’t move to get away from him. “Well nobody has said, but it’s pretty noticeable by people’s actions. Even Mineta doesn’t perv on me”, she said self-deprecatingly. “Fuck what everyone says. I think you’re really beautiful”, said Izuku, as he ran his thumb over her lips, “But are you sure you want me to fuck you? If you’re not, you can walk away and we will not talk about this after this” Jirou just nodded in response, and Izuku pushed his thumb inside of her mouth. Jirou instinctively closed her lips around his thumb, staring at Izuku as she started sucking lightly on it. He smiled at her, and slowly took his thumb out until it was on the edge of her tongue, leaving her mouth open as she panted slightly. “You’re such a good girl”, Izuku said, bringing his other hand, to pat her on the cheek, as Jirou blushed at the praise. “You should’ve come to me much much sooner” “Strip”, he commanded, after a few moments of teasing Jirou, and she hurriedly moved to obey him, shrugging off all of her clothes quickly. Jirou blushed as she was soon standing quickly in front of Izuku completely naked, and shivered as Izuku cupped her pussy. “God you’re such a dirty girl, your pussy is dripping with need”, Izuku said, as he touched her, before bending her onto the edge of the bed. Quickly lowering his pants, Izuku got behind her and lined up his cock with her pussy. Jirou moaned as Izuku slowly inserted his full length inside of her, her pussy stretching around him. His member filled her completely, and hit against every spot of her pussy. She clutched the bed sheets in her hands, as he started moving slowly inside of her, his hands gripping her waist tightly. “You feel so good”, she said, feeling Izuku’s grip getting even tighter around her. Izuku took off his hands from Jirou’s waist, and started groping, and spanking her ass. Jirou screamed with pain and pleasure with every impact, as Izuku slowly increased his pace. Jirou’s screams, and moans increased in intensity as Izuku started roughly fucking her. Her body jolting with every impact of his hips against hers. “Oh yes yes yes, fuck me Daddy. Make me your slut”, she moaned, as Izuku’s cock hit her cervix. Izuku growled at hearing her call him daddy, and grabbed her earphones, pulling on them. Jirou’s legs shivered as Izuku roughly handled her sensitive earphones, her pussy pulsating around his cock as she came for the first time. Realizing that her earphones were sensitive, Izuku gave a dark chuckle while continuing to pull on them, while he thrusted his cock inside of her. The added stimulation, and the rough treatment brought Jirou to the edge two more times, as Izuku continued fucking her relentessly. Her pussy spasming around his cock each time she did so. Izuku felt himself getting close as well, and took his cock out from her as she groaned in disappointment at the loss. He flipped her around, as he got onto the bed and lined up his cock with her mouth. GLAKH GLAKH GLAKH Jirou gagged as Izuku inserted her mouth inside her fully, before he began to roughly face fuck her. Tears began streaming down her face from the lack of air, and she hit Izuku’s leg in protest. Seemingly ignoring her, Izuku continued driving his length inside of her mouth. However, since he was already close, it didn’t take long for Izuku to cum. He took his cock out from her mouth, and stroked it a few times, before cumming. Painting her breasts and face with his load. “You look so pretty being marked in my cum”, Izuku said, moving off her. Jirou, being completely exhausted, didn't even have the energy to respond to the compliment, as she just laid there, panting heavily. Once she had recovered, Jirou gathered her clothes, and dressed quickly as she left Izuku’s room, his cum still on her face. All while Izuku smiled at adding one more of his classmates to his harem. -- Next up: Nemuri Kayama (Midnight) Redux (This fic is one chapter ahead on Patreon, and the pairing will always be decided through a poll)
Chapter 9 - Nemuri Kayama (Midnight) Redux - Part 1	If you wish to support me, then please visit: https://patreon.com/accio__dracarys Two weeks had passed since Izuku took control of Kemuri, and thoroughly dominated her in her own classroom, completely shifting any teacher-student dynamic they might have had before. Two weeks have passed since then, and Izuku had not visited Midnight even once, despite him promising her that day that he would do so. Since that day, Midnight had been practicing. When she got back to her room that day, she opened the drawer where she kept all her ‘toys’, and looked for the largest buttplug she had. That buttplug had been inside of her almost all the time in these two weeks. She rarely ever took it out in fear of not being prepared enough when Izuku finally decided to claim her last hole. However, that fear was slowly giving way to frustration. Given the nature of her work, and how thin her hero costume was, it was very difficult for her to do her job properly. Oh the knowledge that someone might see her like that did turn her on - there had been times when she had gone straight to her room, and fingered herself after a public outing. But now that she had experienced how it was to get fucked by Izuku, mastubarating by herself wasn’t enough, and somehow she knew that Izuku would not appreciate if she turned to someone else - not that they would be able to compare either way. So, Midnight was very frustrated and now standing in 1-A’s class, seeing the cause of all her frustrations sitting there making Uraraka blush by whispering something in her ear, it reached a peak. “Midoriya! You need to pay more attention to what I am saying instead of talking to your classmates. You’ll have detention with me in my office after school” Something shifted in Midoriya’s eye, as his gaze hardened when he looked at her before nodding, and Midnight could already feel herself getting wet with anticipation. The rest of the class passed quickly after that, though Midnight could feel Izuku’s eyes fixed on her at all times after that. He remained sitting when all of the class was leaving, only getting up when the last person, Kirishima, left. He stalked towards her, and like the last time, Midnight backed away until her back was against the wall. She squealed in surprise when he flipped her around, and pinned her hands behind her back. “I hope you haven’t forgot about who’s in charge, Nemuri”, he said, channeling 5% of full cowl, and bringing his hand down hard on her ass. Midnight yelped loudly at the contact, the harsh impact jolting the buttplug that was inside of her. “No- no sir” “Good slut, I’ll see you tonight”, Izuku lightly groped her ass again before he left. ___________________________________________________________________________ When their last class was over, Izuku packed his things and set off towards Midnight’s office. He had thought about not going to Midnight’s office yet again, but then he didn’t want to leave her hanging more than he already had. Afterall, the woman was a Pro-hero, and a recognised sex icon, he knew that there was a limit to how far she was willing to be pushed and didn’t want to go beyond that. Reaching to her office, Izuku raised his hand and knocked confidently. “Who’s there?”, Midnight’s voice called in from inside. “It’s me, Izuku. I’m here for my detention”, Izuku said, in case anyone else was listening. “Come in! The door’s unlocked” Izuku entered inside her office, closing the door behind him as he did so. Midnight was laying on the top of her desk, dressed in a purple set of lingerie. She was staring right at Izuku with a sultry look, with one of her hands under her head and the other placed on her legs, drawing Izuku’s attention towards her athletic thighs. Feeling himself getting aroused, Izuku stalked towards her and grabbed her by the head, pulling her to her feet. Midnight let out a moan, as Izuku roughly kissed her. Their tongues met and danced around, Midnight wrestled Izuku for control before she gave up to his strong advances and let his tongue explore every part of her mouth. Midnight moaned when Izuku grabbed her buttocks as he deepened the kiss, before pushing her onto her knees. She sat on her haunches, and let her tongue out, with Izuku lowering his pants and taking out his cock. She closed her eyes, as Izuku slapped his cock on either side of her face before sliding into her open mouth. Midnight took his cock into her hand, and licked it from bottom to top, swirling her tongue around its head, as she engulfed the top in her mouth. Izuku groaned as Midnight continued licking and sucking his cock. She was clearly experienced in whatever she was doing, as Izuku hadn’t felt that with any of his previous conquests. She started off slowly, before slowly taking all of Izuku’s huge cock inside of her mouth. GLUKH GLUKH GLUKH She gagged around his cock; her eyes watered as it the back of her throat, but she kept sliding it inside of her mouth. She took his cock out, a line of spit connecting her lower lip from the tip. Taking a few moments to breathe, Nemuri pulled away, a line of saliva connecting her lower lip from the tip of his cock. She grabbed Izuku's spit-covered cock and rubbed it all over her face. Creating a mess, and making her look like a cheap whore. She alternated between rubbing it against her skin and licking it from top to bottom, opening her tongue and slapping Izuku’s cock on herself. “God yes, keep going Nemuri” Spurred on by Izuku’s words, she went further down and took Izuku’s balls into her mouth. She sucked and licked them as her tongue massaged them, Izuku's moans getting louder with every second. Feeling himself getting close, Izuku pushed her off and started stroking his cock. Knowing what he was about to do, Midnight sat on her haunches, as she kept her gaze transfixed at Izuku. She put her tongue out, and played with her breasts, and that finally pushed Izuku to the edge. Groaning loudly, he came, releasing ropes of his cum on Midnight’s hair, and face, and making her look even more of a mess than before. Midnight swallowed the drops of Izuku’s cum that had fallen on her tongue, savoring the salty taste. While scooping up the bits that had fallen on her face, with her finger, and then sucking it clean. Izuku felt himself get hard again, after seeing this incredibly lewd scene in front of him. But thought about leaving Midnight there, and get his pleasure from other of his girls, as punishment for giving him detention. -- Next up: Nemuri Kayama (Midnight) Redux - Part 2 (This fic is one chapter ahead on Patreon, and the pairing will always be decided through a poll)
Chapter 2 - Author's Note: The new scene has been chosen!	Hello everyone. Sorry it took a couple of days to announce this, but we have a winner. Before I announce who won, here are the choices again, just for referrence: A: Threesome with an Asari and Krogan: This scene will portray the Asari and the Krogan as a couple, looking for "barely legal" woman to seduce and sleep with. Shepard "acts" like a shy naive girl, not sure about doing this. She is slowly "seduced" and the rest of the scene plays out like an regular porno. B: Devil's Threesome with two Turians: This scene will portray the Turians as soldiers durning the First Contact War. They will fight Shepard, who will be "pretending" she is a lone soldier going against the odds. However, she is quickly beaten, and the Turians take their "pretend" spoils of war. Shepard will at first fight against her captors, but slowly give into the pleasure. Please note, this is all an act, I don't intend to actually make this non-con. Now, I ran into trouble looking at the votes. For some reason, some of the votes disappeared when I opened page 2. As well as when I opened the "All" page, the latest three votes not appearing. However, by opening both the first page of comments and the "All" page, I was finally able to count out the votes. I just wanted to make this clear so no one would get confused by this. Anyway, the winner, with an 9 - 8 lead, is scenario B, Devil's Threesome with Two Turians. Thanks to all those who voted, and the new scene will be added as soon as possible. See you then.
Chapter 6 - Nemuri Kayama (Midnight)	If you wish to support me, then please visit: https://patreon.com/accio__dracarys Izuku Midoriya sat in the classroom, staring at the test he got back. ‘Modern Hero Art History’ was supposed to be one of his favorite subjects, and one that he usually did excellent in. However, this time he had gotten a ‘D’ instead of the A+ he usually got. He was so lost in the result he got that he didn’t notice when the class ended until Uraraka came over. “Are you okay, Deku-kun?”, she asked, shaking his shoulder lightly. Startled from his thoughts, he took a few moments to reply. “Yes I’m good,just figuring out where I did wrong. You guys go ahead, I’m going to discuss this with Midnight-sensei.” Taking a last look at Izuku, she went out of the classroom along with Todoroki and Iida. Meanwhile, Izuku got up and went up Midnight, where she was standing with his back to him, clearing the board. He looked at the way the thin material of Midnight’s costume did nothing to hide her body from him, and the way her ass jiggled as she moved along the length of the board. Clearing his throat Izuku asked, “Uh Sensei, is there any way that my grade can be changed. Even a C would work, getting a D would put a really bad mark on my record” Midnight moved her head backwards, as she answered him, “Ah Midoriya, I was really surprised by your test, you’re usually a Straight A student in my subject. I wish I could change your grades, but you know I can’t. It would be unfair on the rest of the class” “However”, Midnight turned back so that she was exactly face to face with Izuku, “there’s one thing that you can do about it”, she said while licking her lips in a sensual manner, and looking up and down Izuku’s body. Izuku got what Midnight meant, but still decided to play along with her. “Oh, what do you mean by that sensei? I will do whatever you want me to.” To Izuku's surprise, Midnight grabbed his tie and pulled it until their faces were practically touching each other's. "You see Midoriya, being stuck in this school with all you naive young boys turns me on", Midnight whispered in Izuku's ear. "So why don't you come to my office after school, and we can discuss your grades then", she finished by licking the side of Izuku's face. Midnight loosened her hold on Izuku's tie and was about to move away, when she felt his hands on her ass, as he pulled her closer to him until their crotches were touching. Midnight felt Izuku's huge cock through her clothes, and instantly got wet as it rubbed against her covered pussy. "Why wait till after school Sensei, why don't I convince you to change my grades now", Izuku said, and Midnight shivered looking at the dark look in his eyes. "No Izu-kun ~ good boys do as they're told. Now leave me before I punish you", Midnight commanded Izuku did as Midnight said, releasing his hold on Midnight's ass. But his hand instead grabbed her throat, pushing her backwards until she was against the board. "Shut up. I'm not going to take orders from a slut like you", he growled, as he lightly tightened his hold on her neck. Midnight for her part, was extremely turned on by Izuku dominating her. While her whole persona was about being a dominatrix, she always longed for someone to take control of her. The fact that Izuku was much younger than her, turned her on even more. Still she wasn't about to give in this easily, she resisted against his hold. "I didn't give you permission to call me that Midoriya. Let go of me before I- mmph". Izuku didn't let her finish the sentence, as he put his lips onto hers. Forcing his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues wrestled with each other's, but Midnight found Izuku dominating the kiss. Meanwhile, his hands roamed all across her body, ripping her clothes. She moaned into his mouth as Izuku began rubbing her pussy. He inserted two fingers inside of her, and began thrusting. Midnight squirmed under his touch, but Izuku's hand on her throat kept her in place. “Ah stop ~ we shouldn’t be doing this”, Midnight gasped, her breathing getting heavier under Izuku’s touch. “Both of us know that you don’t want me to stop Midnight-sensei. So why don’t you stop lying to yourself”, Izuku mocked, as he brought his face to her neck and sucked on it lightly, leaving marks on her skin, all the while his fingers were still pumping inside of her. Midnight said nothing in response, and continued whimpering underneath Izuku’s touch, her pride not allowing her to admit that being manhandled by a student like this was turning her on. However, she moaned in disappointment when she felt Izuku’s fingers leaving her, and she panicked as he turned away from her. “Wa-wait where are you going? Come back!”, Midnight said, a pleading edge to her tone. Izuku turned around and growled, once again grabbing her throat and forcing her to look into his eyes. “Unless you admit that you were turned on from that, I am leaving”, he said, ending his sentence by spanking Midnight’s wet pussy, who squealed and jumped as she felt the impact Midnight gulped, the dominant look in Izuku’s eyes and the way he took control of her, turning her on. “Yes-yes pleasee. I need your fingers inside of me, just make me cum~”, Midnight said, as she started humping on Izuku’s hands before another spank stopped her. “Not yet you slut, if you want to cum then you will also increase my grade”, “Yes I’ll do anything you say, I’ll even give you an A, just God- just make me cum”, Midnight said, and shivered at the look in Izuku’s eyes as green lightning started flowing around his body. This time he inserted three fingers inside of her, and Midnight gasped as the lightning caused a tingle to go throughout her body. Izuku started pumping his fingers inside of her rapidly, as Midnight mewled and writhed, the sound of her gasps increasing in intensity. She arched her body, as Izuku twisted and turned his fingers inside of her. “Ah~ ah~ I’m closee, I’m going to cum”, she panted out, as Izuku’s fingers hit her g-spot. Hearing that Midnight was close, Izuku brought his thumb to her clit and started rubbing it, sending jolts throughout her body. This added stimulation proved too much for Midnight, as she came furiously, her legs shivering as she went almost limp in Izuku’s arms. Izuku let her drop to the ground gently, and let her recover. Once she had recovered, he grabbed her hair and pulled her up harshly, leading Midnight towards a desk. Lifting her and placing her on the desk, he lowered his pants and smirked as Midnight’s eyes widened upon seeing his cock. “Wha- How is it that big?”, she asked a little fearfully, the prospect of having Izuku’s massive cock inside, scaring her a little. “I’ve been told that I’m rather gifted in this sense”, Izuku boasted as he stepped forward, her legs on either side of him. He held his cock in his hand, and spanked her pussy with her a few times, Midnight jumping a little every time he did so. “I am going to wreck you Midnight-sensei, af-” “Nemuri”, she interrupted him “What?”, Izuku asked him confusion, “Call me Nemuri”, she replied, as Izuku gave a dark chuckle upon hearing it. “Okay Nemuri, I’m going to wreck your pussy, after I’m done with you will become a slut for my cock”, said Izuku, as he slowly pushed his cock all the way inside of her. He thrusted in her slowly for a while, letting her get used to his length. “Is that so?”, she challenged, “you’re not going to that at this pace. Come on Midoriya, show me what you’ve got” Growling, Izuku took his whole cock out and then slammed it all the way inside of her. Midnight screamed with pleasure as she was filled, Izuku’s cock stretching her out completely. The rapid pace with which he was fucking her, cause her breasts to bounce with each impact, and Izuku took hold of both of them. “Ahn~”, Midnight moaned, as Izuku’s hands fondled her sensitive breasts “Look at you, a pro-heroine getting fucked by her student like some slut. Only if I knew you were this easy, I would’ve bent you over this desk on the first day of class”, Izuku mocked, while he continued with the rough pounding of her. Midnight’s walls tightened around his cock, hearing Izuku’s degrading words, as she came. Her eyes rolling to the back of her head, as a powerful orgasm tore through her. Izuku felt his orgasm approaching too, and his movements turned frantic as his pace increased even more. Midnight was only moaning his name now, as Izuku continued pounding into her. Wanting Midnight to come again one more time, he moved one hand from her breasts and held her clit between his thumb and finger, rolling it between them. Midnight screamed again as she came, her walls tightening and spasming around his cock. This almost brought Izuku to the edge as well, but he fought back his orgasm. Once Midnight had rode through hers, Izuku took his cock out and started stroking it. Realizing where he was going to cum, Midnight pushed her breasts together, and put out her tongue as she gazed at him expectantly. With a loud groan Izuku came, releasing his load onto her breasts and face. Midnight lapping up the cum that had landed on her tongue, and swallowing it. Marveling at what a mess he had made of the pro-heroine, Izuku prepared to leave, before texting Momo to come inside the class, and take care of Midnight and make her a new costume. “You better prepare your other hole for me tonight, I’ll be claiming that as well tonight”, said Izuku to Midnight, who could only nod dumbly, as he left. Wondering if he should make up for his promise, or leave Midnight wanting, and look towards adding someone else to his harem. -- Next up: Mina Ashido (This fic is one chapter ahead on Patreon, and the pairing will always be decided through a poll)
Chapter 0 - "A Normal Day"	Standard disclaimer: this is a work of Erotic Fiction. Do not read this if you are not of legal age in your country to look at material of pornographic intent. This is fantasy. Any and all names used are a means of fiction not to be confused with actual people. This is purely meant to be an adult story for fun on the behalf of both reader and writer. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 1 “a normal day” ~~~~~~~~~~~~ So yeah.. Hi! I’m Halen Quint, yes Pronounced “Hay-Len”. Parents decided that before I was born. No I don’t know why. Let’s see… 38, 6’ (or 182 centimeters for you metric types) slim and trim. Or at least… I go to the gym a couple times a week. I’m not going the route my ex took. Yeah I’m single. Not really a big surprise? Is it? Just your average, barely in control, lady of extra equipment. (sighs) Damn-it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Halen started her day the normal way. Like everybody else. Fucking alarm clock. Her hand slammed down on the incessant beeping the bloody thing woke her up with every damned day. 5 am sharp. She stumbled out of bed, and to the shower. Butt naked, as her house was fairly secluded in the Connecticut countryside. Standing under the hot blast finally woke the tall, slim, and fairly well stacked futanari up. Grabbing a bar of lavender soap, she began to wash herself. Starting with her face, and working her way down. Gently of course. One of the problems with the virus was the sensitivity. She gently soaped her soft yet firm GG’s and worked her way down to her crotch. Where she stopped.. Every single time. 17 and a half years… and every time she had to stop and stare for a second. Some mad genius had released an airborne virus. To most, it didn’t do anything. But to her, and a bunch of other women and men, it had caused innumerable changes. She thanked the many gods of men, (she was a skeptic with their existence.) for the meds they had figured out. She went from an semi-attractive twenty two year old new mother, to a futanari sex fiend barely in control. Thank the gods the drugs had been found quick. She had barely managed to keep herself under control. For five weeks she had masturbated almost constantly. And gone through a divorce. Her husband of three years. The man who had said he would stay with her… he had already been cheating, the virus just gave him the perfect excuse. To top it off, the courts had given him full custody of their daughter. Full out banned her from even being near. Allowed him to move away… Her eyes burned with unshed tears. Ever since she had gained control of herself. She had fought. Fought for a decent job. Fought for her rights. Fought for the ability to even see her daughter. Many of those afflicted had gone out and raped. Many now sat behind bars. The governments of the world had literally no idea of what to do with them. She had avoided that fate by the nearest of margins. But not by much. All because she had been a helpless victim from a mad doctors fetish, she had been banned… “for safety” She slowly ran a finger down her soft length. Even now she was bigger than most men were hard. Fully a good ten inches. Hard she knew wasn’t much more, thank god for that. She only gained a few more inches and thickened out a bit. Her hand gently reached below, to her balls. Fully the size of ostrich eggs, they produced a huge amount of sperm. Her new glands for semen production were also larger. Her breasts had gone from a B cup to their current size. Her butt had filled out, giving her an apple bottom, and her hips had widened slightly. She had gained almost a full foot in height. Her hair had gone from dark brown to shiny black, and now grew like a god-for-damned weed, requiring an almost weekly hair appointment. Now, you may ask why didn’t she get everything fixed surgically? The answer, as always, was the virus. It would simply re-grow. The regeneration her body experienced was a side effect. All futa’s could literally lose an arm or leg, and expect in a few moths time a replacement. Small cuts and scrapes healed almost overnight. Anything short of massive damage to the head or heart would heal. Cancer didn’t seem to be an issue either. She had no idea how her lifespan had been affected either. Now the government had been interested in “that” almost immediately. Paying her enough money to go under medical investigation to pay for her college education. Four years later, and enough times under the microscope, they gave up. But she had gotten her business degree. Which reminded her… time to get ready for work. Finishing up her washing, and toweling off after getting out, she immediately hit the bottle of meds. Two tabs followed by a gulp of water after she brushed her teeth and brushed her hair out quick. The medication was her only way to keep from jumping off the deep end. Dressing as always was a challenge. Her first order of business was her cup (not a hard plastic athletes cup, more like a soft brassier custom tailored for her.) The holder and hider of her giant equipment. You may think that having her fixtures would be easy? It came with a lot of weight. Fixing on her corset, (more for support, she attached the cup to it, and it held her breasts nicely) she decided on a nice long dark navy blue skirt and suit jacket combo. Finished off with a pair of black pumps that didn’t hurt her feet. Stopping to get her briefcase, purse, water bottle, and keys to her BMW sports car, Halen stopped to stare at a picture for a moment. Taken about ten years ago by a private investigator, and from a distance, it showed her daughter Kaleen. Eight years old at the time. It was the only picture she had of the now almost eighteen year old girl. He had left the country shortly after. Where? She didn’t know. She hadn’t even found out for three months when his lawyer and the judge had finally decided to let her have the info. The judge in question being one of those right wing wacko’s who believed all Futanari should be locked behind bars. Sighing, Halen simply hoped that her daughter would try and find her when she was ready. If ever. Once she turned eighteen. She couldn’t be a mother anymore. But maybe a friend. Maybe. The courts had taken that chance away from her. She dashed a tear from her cheek. Heading out the door into the cool spring air, she tossed her extra stuff into the passengers seat, then began the complicated process of sitting down. In order not to cause a lot of issues she had the cup, but also had to be fairly careful about how she sat. never mind the issues with being a lady under everything else. A special seat had been fitted to allow her extra equipment to lay under her more normally and comfortably.. The drive was unusually quiet into Hartford. She only had to swear at some stupid fool once. Thank god for her BMW’s awesome speed and power, as she left the poor miscreant in the dust. Heh heh heh… The car was about the only thing she had splurged on in nearly twenty years. And she was enjoying the heck out of it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After parking her car in the lowest level of the tower she worked in, Halen began her journey to her office. Being a semi junior member of the company she worked for had its privileges. One she got a parking spot. Two she had a closed door office. Granted no windows but that suited her just fine. She was also glad her position was such she didn’t have to work with many people. Being a manager of the Experimental engineers dept. Her assets always gave them a reason to stare. Now even if she was honest with herself, she was hot. Like smoking model class hot. Of course, considering what she has been through, she didn’t think of herself that way. Another reason she was happy with her position was she had earned it through pure merit with only a bit of networking. But the nerds (her nerds! She grinned at that.) always stared. Male or Female. As a consequence she often had to ask them to stop. She often just let them though, figuring that they’d get used to it sooner or later. After all, she was fairly new to the department. But with 7 years of experience she was still sorting through the mess her predecessor had made. One week on the job, and she really wanted to find him and strangle the fool. Punching the floor number in, she had to wait, as the elevator stopped at the last floor of the underground parking, before ascending into the skyscraper. On walked a very well dressed woman in a grey business suit. A few inches below Halen’s height, and a bit bigger in the bust and hips, and somewhat graying hair that was better looking then Halen’s own dark curls (she thought). Halen knew who this was, though she had never met her in person before. The vice president over engineering gave her a fairly thorough once over after stepping in. and extending her hand, “Miss Quint, I believe?” “yes ma’am” Halen shook the woman’s hand. The older lady stood in the elevator with her, “So you’re the one who got the mess in engineering? Ms. Carson. V.P. engineering. I apologize for that, we didn’t know what was going on until the last minute when everything kind of exploded. Not actually of course. But you get the idea.” Halen nodded vigorously, “I get that, I’m currently trying to make sense of filing and bringing the computer system up to company standard. Hopefully I’ll have good news in a week, but it seems like no one knows were anything is.” the older woman smiled, “Not surprising. If you need help in that, see Rachel Hemlock over in accounting. She is the one who got us all on the same page with our current model.” “Thank you Mrs. Carson. I will.” “And feel free to stop by and ask questions, we need to get Experimental up and running a-sap. So if you need advice or anything else, bring it to my attention, and I’ll see what I can do.” and with that Halen’s floor came up, And she filed Mrs. Carson under the “good boss” category. With a smile she wished the older woman a nice day, as she continued up to her office, and Halen started out too hers. She was an hour early, which was necessary given the distraction building up on her. Dropping off her work stuff, she went back downstairs to the third floor. And her daily dreaded issue. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The room looked much like a ladies bathroom. And even had a stall for getting a bathroom break done. Or a shower. Plus one other device which she stared at with an intense mix of hatred, loathing, and relief. There’s no way to simply describe it except one. “Fucking Cocksucker.“ Halen muttered under her breath. Yep. That was the most accurate phrase in the universe. Oh it had a real name, but for Halen it was the fucking cocksucker. Not “Composite Penis Erection and Release System” or “C.P.R.E.S” “C-Press” for short. If your wondering why the company even had something like this. It was the futanari equality acts of just a few years ago. Make no mistake, it was necessary, and industrial sized. See, she produces more right? Well a regular fleshlight isn’t going to cut it for a lady of her stature. Halen locked the soundproof room’s door, and began to remove her jacket, shirt and skirt. Already she could feel the swollen fullness of her balls. Now a half inch or full centimeter so bigger then when she woke up, and her waistband was feeling tight as she removed her skirt. Gently, she reached down and cradled one massive, palm filling, nut through her cup. Her pills might make it easy for her to live a semi-normal life not filled with lust, but they didn’t do much to slow her production. Finally she removed her corset and cup, and gently stroked herself. Readying her massive member, already a turgid twelve inches, she hit the touch screen to ready the device. Selecting her usual commands and setting her hip height. With a gentle breath, she pushed in. The silicone opening barely fitting her girth. Stretching the elastic seal wide, She slipped inside the warm embrace, the lube automatically soaking her length. And a gentle vacuum to help in pulling her in. Then It began. A massage ran up and down the length of her cock. She gripped the handles on the sides of the machine, as the intense sensation began to work its magic. Pulling and gripping the handlebars tightly, Halen began to breath in short gasps. “fuck fuck fuck fuck…” the whisper was repeated over and over. As the quiet machine continued to work its magic, Halen began to slightly buck her hips. It wasn’t the fucking cocksucker anymore. Now it was her release. Her guilty little pleasure. Sweat began to bead on her forehead, and her breasts bounced with each needy thrust. Futa’s have increased sensitivity. It wouldn’t take her long. She could feel the pleasure rising, as the machine began to quicken its pace. Reading her pulse and responding accordingly. Picking the pace up and sucking harder. Her giant balls drew up slightly as the machine went into a furious sucking action, tipping Halen over the edge. She locked up solid, every muscle-cord tight with a low cry escaping her lips. Her cock furiously bathing the interior of the machine with spurt after spurt of warm jizz. For a solid twenty seconds the futa came into the warm gullet. Attempting to pack it full of her spooge. After she came back down the machine started again. Sucking her back to reality. The machine displayed her load in milliliters, almost a half of a liter in her first shot. Halen’s eyebrow raised at that. Her amount had been steadily increasing over the past year. Then the machine started again… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1 liter… she had broken the one liter mark. Not in that first orgasm mind you, over the course of the three consecutive orgasms she required to get her day started. She had produce one… fucking.. Liter. That wasn’t good. Size of load was one of the metrics she used to keep her life on track. Thank god she had an doctors exam scheduled in the next… she checked her calendar. Two weeks? Excellent. And she already had the day off. Holiday too. Most excellent. wouldn’t need to waste a sick day or vacation time. Halen sighed. Her mind clear from that little bit of exercise, she began to organize her day. Sipping from her water bottle to replace fluids. Okay, morning meeting with her nerd’s at 9... Noon for lunch at Gazzo’s pizza… meeting with the bosses for more filing issues at 1... Paperwork, Paperwork, Paperwork…. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So begins the most trying time of our heroine’s life. So, Yeah. This is my first attempt posting anything like this. We’ll see how it goes. Obviously I’m not going to go easy on Halen. I left plenty of ways open to get her in trouble. Heh heh heh. My plan? Try to write a sexy story with a bit of plot, a bit of realism, and a bit of heart. So before you lords and ladies and others of different gender ask… yes. Kaleen will appear. Just sayin. Still working over the how. Any ideas questions comments feel free to post. And blanket permission to draw Halen and any other character in this story is given to any artist who’s fantasy they tickle.
Chapter 7 - Mina Ashido	If you wish to support me, then please visit: https://patreon.com/accio__dracarys Izuku was returning to the dorms that day, thinking about the events of the morning. He thought about how he had fucked his professor, and couldn’t help but smile at the idea of such an older woman submitting to him. He wanted to go to her room on the other side of the campus and fulfill his promise of claiming her backdoor as well, but something stopped him. Figuring that it would be more fun to keep the pro-heroine waiting, who was probably used to men falling over their feet to please her, Izuku started walking up to his room. On the way to his room, he heard music coming from one of the doors. Now this wasn’t a surprising thing, with teenagers living in the dorms, music was always playing in one room or another. However, Izuku recognized the music from one of his favorite singers and curiously followed the sound to find out who was listening to it. The music took him outside of Mina’s room, the door was slightly open and Izuku peeked his head inside to see Mina dancing. Her back was towards him, and she was wearing a modest black crop top, and booty shorts which did nothing to contain her giant ass. Izuku was entranced by Mina’s movements as she danced, seemingly unaware of his presence there. Her ass jiggled with each movement she made, and Izuku felt himself get aroused the longer he looked at it. Unbeknownst to Izuku, Mina had noticed him from the corner of her eyes, the moment he started peeking inside the room, and was deliberately dancing using steps which made her ass shake, and bring Izuku’s attention to it. Mina had been attracted to Izuku since the start of the year, she had eyed his extremely well-built body shamelessly on occasions, but Izuku hadn’t noticed her. The only thing that used to put her off was that he was too selfless, and kind on occasions, and Mina wanted a man who was firm, and knew how to take control. However, ever since Izuku had started to date Momo (and Ochako too, she suspected), he had grown more confident, and had even flirted back with Mina on some occasions. This recent change in Izuku had made him even more attractive to Mina, and this is why she was showing off her assets to him. Continuing to dance Mina turned around, and freezed as she faced towards Izuku. Both of them paused while looking at each other, before Mina spoke up. “Midori! What are you doing here?” “Ohh- I heard the music from one of my favorite singers, and was curious about who else was listening to them”, said Izuku, while opening the door and stepping inside her room, letting it close gently behind him “I seee, and is that why you were staring at me while I was dancing, huh huh?, she asked playfully, placing her hands on her hips as she peered up at him. “Ah no, that was because I really liked the dance. You certainly know some great moves!”, said Izuku with a smile on his face “Oh thank you! You should have told me sooner that you liked to see me dance, I would’ve shown you then”, said Mina, “Wait come sit here on my bed, I’ll show you some moves I learned just the other day. Oh and close the door properly behind you” After Izuku had closed the door, Mina grabbed his hand and led him to her bed, making sure that he was comfortable sitting there. Then moving towards the wall where Izuku was facing, Mina put her hands on the wall, spread her legs and bent her legs. “Pay special attention to this Midori, I don't show this move to just about anybody”, Mina said, turning back her head a little, her pussy getting wet with how perverted she was acting. Once sure that Izuku’s gaze was firmly on her ass, she started twerking. Izuku’s eyes got wide as Mina started bouncing her ass infront of him, her cheeks wobbling to-and-fro. Completely focused on the movements on Mina’s ass, Izuku felt himself get hard. Mina knowing the effect she was having, made her movements as sensual as she could’ve had. Growling as he got up, Izuku took a few steps so that he was directly behind Mina and brought his hand firmly down on her ass. Mina moaned loudly in response, before composing herself and moving her head back to look at Izuku questioningly. “Don’t look at me as if you don’t want me to do this, I have noticed the way you acted around me, practically begging me bend you down, and fuck you”, Izuku growled, spanking her again. Mina shivered at his commanding his voice, and jumped as Izuku spanked her again, before he pressed himself against her and started grinding his crotch on her ass. Wet with arousal, Mina groaned as she felt his touch, and started pushing her ass back onto him. She had always wanted someone to take control of her, and the way Izuku started manhandling her had made her pussy gush. She felt him snaking his hands in front, and grabbing her breasts roughly. His hands making their way inside her crop top, and pinching and twisting her nipples. Moving backwards, as Mina whined at the loss of contact, Izuku bent down and pulled Mina’s shorts all the way down. With the piece of cloth no longer being a resistance, Izuku mauled and groped Mina’s ass to his heart’s content, spanking her every so often. Mina squealed as Izuku picked her up, and roughly threw her on the bed. Picking up on Izuku’s intentions, Mina got on all fours and pushed her ass towards Izuku, shaking it enticingly. Izuku lowered his pants, and moved towards Mina. Slapping her ass, and pushing her head downwards so that her ass was raised even higher. “You are such a slut Mina”, he said, while cupping Mina’s pussy and finding it drenched with arousal. Mina shivered at hearing the humiliating words and feeling Izuku’s hand on her nether regions, and let out a gasp as Izuku slowly pushed her cock inside of her. She panted as Izuku just teasingly thrusted the head of his cock in and out of her, and let out a loud groan as Izuku fully buried himself inside of her. Mina was by no means a virgin, but Izuku was bigger than any boy she had been with previously, his cock stretching her out and touching every part of her pussy. However, she got irritated with the slow pace Izuku was maintaining, and let it be known. “Come on fuck me properly Midori. I’m not going to get off at this pace”, she barked, while pushing her ass backwards against him. “Oh now you’ve asked for it slut”, Izuku chuckled darkly, pulling his entire length out of her as Mina whined with disappointment, before slamming it back inside of her. Mina screamed, her legs shivering as her pussy tightened around Izuku’s cock. Surprising both of them with how quickly she had come. Izuku smiled, and continued fucking her at that pace, not giving her time to ride her orgasm fully. Mina jolted, and let out soft mewls as Izuku spanked while fucking her. “Ohhh~ It feels so good, fuck me harder Midori. Make me yours completely”, she whimpered, “I plan on doing just that”, said Izuku, hammering inside of her, and as her pussy made wet, squelching sounds with each thrust. Mina’s face burned with embarrassment at the lewd sounds, as Izuku’s hips clapped against hers. “Fuck I’m coming again, I’m coming againnn~”, she screamed, panting harshly as a second orgasm tore through her. Izuku too, felt himself getting close but was determined to have Mina come again one last time. Pulling her cheeks apart, Izuku pressed his thumb lightly to Mina’s backdoor, as Mina trembled and let out a particularly loud whorish moan. “You’re an anal whore huh? Guess I’ll be claiming this hole of yours too one day”, Izuku chuckled, while Mina, being embarrassed at being humiliated like this, said nothing in reply. Putting his thumb into his mouth to lubricate it, Izuku pressed it firmly against her ass, inserting it inside of her. Mina pressed his ass backwards frantically, as she let out some whimpers as she came again, her body totally exhausted. Mina’s walls tightening around his cock brought Izuku to the edge too, grabbing her ass firmly as his movements turned frantic. “I’m going to cum inside you”, Izuku growled “Oh yes yes, give me your cum Midori. Make me yours”, Mina whined, as she tried to match Izuku’s frantic movements, pushing her ass behind. Izuku came hearing her words, releasing rope after rope inside of her, until she was fully filled. Totally spent, Izuku collapsed beside her, pulling his cock out of her with a lewd squelch, as he laid there. He thought about going to his room, but after the day he had had he didn’t have the energy to go anywhere. Settling onto her bed, he pulled Mina into his chest, one of his hands going to rest on her ass, as he rubbed circles onto it softly. While Mina sighed contentedly into his chest, at the touch. -- Next up: Jirou Kyouka (This fic is one chapter ahead on Patreon, and the pairing will always be decided through a poll)
Chapter 0 - Towerdiving Irelia	Yasuo stood beside his minons as they battled the enemy minions and scratched his nose. He was already bored. It had only been ten minutes since the beginning of the match, but he was completely dominating Irelia, his lane opponent. Thanks Elise. He grinned at the memory of her repeated assistance top lane. He would have to buy her dinner or something after the battle. She had come to help him out over five times already and even left wards for him by the river. If only every jungler could be like this! Not only was Elise of huge help, but Irelia’s swordsmanship paled in comparison to his own skill. It was quite a disappointment, truthfully. She wielded her blade with such ungraceful movement and pathetic technique that it made him cringe. How could she even call herself the captain of the Ionian guard with that lack of martial prowess? There was absolutely no way she could match him in combat. And she knew it. Irelia stared longingly at Yasuo’s dying minions from the safety of her tower. A look of frustration on her face amused him. She wasn’t so stupid she didn’t know when she was beaten, at the very least. Although… it did make collecting the bounty on her head more difficult. Three hundred gold pieces for slaying her was such an easy way to make money. He paced between her and the clamour of the battle behind him. If she wanted to join in the battle, she would have to fight through him first. And there was no chance that was happening. He chuckled. If she continued to avoid fight him, then perhaps he would simply attack her under her own tower. No. He caught himself. That would be foolish. Even he couldn’t avoid Irelia’s sweeping blade technique that left him stunned and vulnerable to the tower’s magical assault. He would simply be blown apart by the obelisk’s energy before he could kill her. His eyebrows curled as he looked onward at the Ionian woman, who returned a scowl at him. What if the tower was no longer standing to protect her…? He glanced at the stone obelisk Irelia clung to for protection. Its stone foundations were battered and cracked, the sceptre that the statue held almost broken off entirely. The steady rumble of the siege minion’s engine approaching from behind gave him pause. With the help of the cannon he could destroy the tower, and leave her exposed to his advances. He could already hear the jiggle of gold coins and the weight of a fat purse in his hand. He grinned. This was going to be easy, almost laughably so. He began to weave about the enemy minions, which quickly fell into disarray before his blade. The wind picked up around him as he dashed about the battlefield, gradually growing into a whirling gale around him as the last of enemy minions fell easily before his blade. He paced slowly to where Irelia stood. To her credit, she didn’t waver as Yasuo approached with his blade drawn, wind swirling around his enchanted blade. She raised her blade in defiance. “I will cut you down, traitor.” She spat. Irelia’s hovering blade gleamed in the sunlight, its blade parting to two with a wicked edge. Yasuo chuckled. She must know how much of a farce it seemed for her to resist. It was clear to both that he had the advantage here. Did she really think the tower would be enough to protect her? But at the very least, she didn’t turn and run like so many other cowards. It saved him the trouble of chasing her down. A blast from his cannon rang from behind him. A stone shot crashed into the obelisk’s foundation, exploding it to pieces with a thundering crack. The obelisk came crumbling down, away from the two, reduced to a pile of rubble that only left the stone foundation standing. Irelia let out a gasp of surprise as stepped backwards from the crumbling ruins. The split second of hesitation was all the opening Yasuo needed. He brandished his sword in a sweeping motion upwards into the air as he chanted the words that were so familiar to him. “Hasaki!” He shouted, meaning the edge of the blade in ancient Ionian, but words that also served as the focus for the wind that howling around him. The wind drew itself to the tip of the blade, where it manifested in a spiralling gale that thundered forth towards his opponent. Irelia was hit by the howling tornado before she had time to react, and flung up into the air like a rag doll. Yasuo leapt from ground while shouting his battle cry. Sorye ge ton He shouted. His blade danced in the air as he struck repeatedly, each stroke faster than the human eye could see. Irelia recoiled as she was buffeted by the heavy blows, before the last sweep of the blade sent her crashing to the ground below. A groan escaped her as she slammed into the spongy soil. Bits and pieces of her plated Ionian armour clattered to the ground around her, broken beyond all repair. Her blade crashed into the rubble of the obelisk with a loud clang. The blade was twisted and broken. Yasuo cocked his eyebrows as his eyes wandered over her slender body. How was she still alive? “Damn you…” Irelia unsteadily rose to her feet. A torn piece of white cloth hung from her shoulders, barely covering her ample breasts. Her pants were still relatively intact, much to his disappointment. He was hoping to see her intimate parts. Still, he had a pretty good look at the rest of her body. She had a flat, but muscular stomach and well-toned limbs that complemented her slender frame. The long black hair that framed her face tangled around her, her hairclips having fallen apart during their previous battle. She still wore the same scowl as before. His gaze ran down her body again before settling on the nubs of her nipples. Even through the thin shirt that barely contained her firm breasts, her stiff nipples were fully visible. He felt himself harden as he imagined how her nipples and breasts would feel in his hands. The nubs would be fun to flick and tease her with. He betted she probably had never experienced something like that before. She seemed every bit like one inexperienced in sex, which would make it all the more fun as he broke her. It had been a long time since he had last been with a woman. He sheathed his sword as he walked up to her. She changed quickly into a defensive martial stance, but her weakened body betrayed her, causing her to lose her balance and stumble. He reached out and caught her fall. “You are a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” Yasuo murmured as he grabbed her chin and tilted her face upwards. Her sharp bony cheeks were unlike that of other Ionians, like the baby-faced Ahri or the square-jawed Xin Zhao, but he found it to be considerably attractive. Her eyes narrowed in hatred as she glared up at him. Olive-green irises, he noted, an admittedly fitting for someone like her. Rather exotic. She had long feminine eyelashes and a cute curved nose. Who knew Irelia could be this sexy? He pushed her against the stone ruins, ignoring her protests, before planting a kiss on her plump red lips. She stiffened in his arms, which only served to excite him further. She was his to take. Despite her stand-off manner she carried herself towards him, during his brief interactions with her in the Institute of War, she was still very much a woman. “No! Get away from me!” Irelia managed to gather enough strength to shove him away. She grit her teeth as she snarled in defiance. He sighed. Did this bitch really have to be this troublesome? “Be quiet, Irelia.” He snapped. He was fast running out of patience. Did she not realize that he was the one in total control? She was powerless before him, not to mention his team was absolutely destroying her allies without his help. There would be no rescue for her. He ran his hands over her supple body hungrily. He wanted to conquer this defiant woman and break her, to make her an obedient woman who was nothing more than his toy. Of course, he had to admit it was more fun because she resisted. His hands slithered into her pants and explored between her legs. She wore plain panties that covered her womanhood. She clenched her legs together, but he merely frowned as he forced his hand between them into her silky panties. Tufts of curly hair tickled his hand as he explored around her womanhood. Her slit was starting to moisten, despite the ever-growing list of threats that were sprouting from her mouth. “Where do you think you’re touching me you filthy vagrant? I swear, Yasuo, I will have your head hung from a pike after this! Ionia will not stand for-“ “Shut your yapping for a moment and listen.” Yasuo growled as he leaned inches away from her face, their noses almost touching together. “You are powerless right now, Irelia. I could kill you right now if I chose to. Your team is in no position to help you either, so you better listen to what I say-“ She coughed up and spat a load of phlegm on his face. Yasuo grit his teeth as he fought the urge to backhand the defiant woman. There was no need to ruin her pretty face, but she would pay for that later. Instead, he wiped off his face with his sleeve. He stared back as he spoke in a cold harsh tone. “I wouldn’t do that again if I were you. I could call over Vel’koz from mid lane if you would prefer him. I’ve heard he’s been looking for some Valoran females to do his… experiments on.” Her faced quickly changed to one of horror. Even she must have heard rumours about what Vel’koz did with women and tales of voidspawn. Yasuo wasn’t quite sure on the specifics, but he recalled vaguely something about tentacles. He was perfectly fine with not knowing. But Irelia had a clearer idea. She didn’t resist as he tore off the thin fabric that strained over her perky breasts. He took a moment to drink in the sight of her round milky-white globes. He cupped her breasts and fondled her, enjoying the soft pillowy-texture and the restrained moans that escaped her. He flicked her nipples with his thumb, causing her to cry out in surprise. As he repeated the motions, he found it amusing that she fought to keep her face expressionless, although the shudders of her body made it clear she was enjoying his touch. Her panting gradually became heavier and heavier as she squirmed under his touch. She let out soft moans which made him harder than ever. Gods, she was sexy. He had to conquer the rest of her. He unbuckled the belt that kept up her pants, allowing it to drop to the ground around her legs. She wore a pair of plain white panties. He snorted. Should he really have expected her to wear anything fancier? He would have been a fool if he had. He quickly tore them off of her, leaving her naked and defenseless before him. Her hips were a sight to behold. He traced the soft feminine curves with his hand. He couldn’t wait to grab onto the soft flesh as he pounded the Ionian beauty over and over. Those hips would be perfect for holding as he fucked her senseless. He started to run his fingers down between her legs when Irelia jerked slightly. “Yasuo, don’t you dare…” She hissed. “Oh? But what about the cute moans you were making? It seemed you were enjoying it as much as I was.” He taunted. She growled at him. Wordlessly, He fondled her firm backside, causing her to yelp and lose what remained of her composure. How many times had he stared at this ass from behind when he saw her sashay down the Institute’s hallways? His cock strained against against his trousers. Truthfully, he was tired of her talking. There were much better uses for that pretty mouth of hers. “On your knees Irelia.” He commanded. She obeyed reluctantly, kneeling before the swordsman. He wasted no time in dropping his trousers, exposing his erect shaft that stood at attention. It was as long and hard as his no-dachi, with a curved shape that ended in an intimidating tip. Irelia let out a surprised gasp at its size. “If you bite…” He left the threat unspoken. Irelia hesitantly brought her mouth to the tip and licked the fleshy head. The tip of her tongue brushed against the underside of the tip of his cock. Did she really think he was in the mood for games? Yasuo grabbed the back of her head and forced his shaft all the way into her mouth, causing her to choke and gag. “You do it like this.” Yasuo began to thrust in and out of her unwilling mouth as tears welled in her eyes. He let out a groan as his tip hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag again. The pulsing of her mouth felt amazing on his shaft. He allowed her to breathe after several thrusts inside of her mouth. Irelia sputtered and coughed, tears running down her face as she tried to breathe. Yasuo merely thrust his dick in front of her face again. For her sake, he hoped she was a fast learner. “You had better be trying this time.” He said. Irelia nodded meekly, all fight drained out of her. She slowly took his shaft back into his mouth and began to bob her head up and down. She swirled her tongue around his shaft before running her tongue against the underside. He groaned as he started to feel his climax starting to approach, but he pushed her off of him. He wasn’t ready to cum yet. He wanted to pound her, split her in two with his cock, and break her. “Stand up bitch, against the wall.” She leaned back against the stone foundation, her legs pressed tightly together. Despite her reluctant expression, he noticed a trail of her excitement run down her inner thighs. He drove his leg between hers to force her thighs apart before pressing against her entrance with his hard cock. She was hot as a fire, and sopping wet. “So the Ionia’s captain of the guard is just a slut who wants to be railed and taken.” He laughed. A flurry of emotions crossed her face; anger, shame, and desire. He slowly drove his shaft deep inside of her. She let out a loud wordless cry as he pierced her fully. She was fully enveloping him, gripping onto his shaft more tightly than any other woman. It felt amazing. He began to thrust rhythmically, slamming her rump against the cold stone surface with each stroke. She wrapped her arms around his back and tilted her head backwards. “Face it Irelia, you’re nothing but a slut hungry for cock.” Yasuo growled in her ear as she let out a soft, wordless moan. She shook her head in denial, but another slutty moan escaped her as he cupped her ripe breasts with his other hand and flicked her nipples as he plunged deeply inside of her. Irelia’s gasps became louder and louder, exciting him more. He accelerated his pace as she wrapped her legs around his back and clung to him. He pounded her desperate pussy, eager to fill it full of his seed. He was getting close. “Yasuo…” Irelia’s voice quivered. She sounded totally different from the calm collected Irelia on the battlefield. Here, she was simply a woman at the brink of climax, desperate to be granted release. “Irelia!” Yasuo roared as he thrust as deep as he could into her womanhood. His balls slapped against her skin before contracting, being milked of its seed by her voracious pussy. Hot waves of cum erupted from his cock, stuffing her full. She quivered in ecstasy as she was filled to the brink of overflowing, a long wordless cry escaping her as her legs coiled around him. She gasped as waves of pleasure washed over her, her locked legs keeping him buried inside of her until he was totally spent. Finally, Yasuo slipped out of the defiled Ionian. She fell to the ground exhausted, a dribble of cum slowly leaking out of her onto the spongy ground below. She panted as she looked up at him. Exhaustion washed over her and she closed her eyes before drifting away to unconsciousness. He smiled as he picked her up over his shoulder. He would enjoy her for quite a while.
Chapter 2 - 3	Waking up in the morning, I was excited. If yesterday was the absolute valley of my growth, I will be able to slaughter Godzilla with just my cock. Opening my eyes I was ready to welcome the sight of my monster tent- only that… it wasn’t there. In shock, I folded my blanket to see my flaccid four inch baby wiener all flappy and laying there. “What the fuck is this?” I said, tearing up. My morning wood was like the best part of waking up, well that and wanting to flood my cum in the chilling area at school. Standing up abruptly to look at my big let-down, I slipped on some thick cream on the ground. “Ahhh” I screamed in surprise at the shin deep liquid that flooded my whole room. I fell back into the lake and completely submerged in this thick goo. Shocked by the sudden loss of air, I scrambled as if drowning, then... oh I’m fine. I brought my head out of the goo, propping my body on my elbows. “Wait a second, this isn’t a prank… this is my cum! Wait not even that, it’s my pre-cum!” I said, cringing when my tongue touched the monstrously thick and salty pre lay wasted all over my room. I was actually surprised though, cum or pre, this is two times more than my super-week-of-no-cumming loads and those usually fill up like twelve trash bags to bursting. But, this was my pre, and I had a wicked grin crawling up my face as I called my useless brothers to clean this up for me. “I pledge allegiance to Futa states of America. And to the dickgirls for which it stands, one nation under gaping pussies, indivisible, with gut fuck and creampie for all.” “Hey class, it’s that time of the week again! When you girls have finished the test make sure to put it on my desk and make your way to the nurses office for you measure up.” Teacher said. I was usually excited to see my growth, but not this time. I probably haven’t changed at all since last time. In agreement, my cock was crazy flaccid at four inches, but then what was that huge output back at home… either way, I got up from my desk and placed my test down. I might as well get this measuring thing over with. SMACK. “Ouch!!” I said, as I looked back to see Amanda standing behind me. “hmph you never wait for me” Amanda said, “Let’s get going now.” Taking the lead, Amanda stood in the short line, I followed after her. “Amanda you have grown from nine inches to nine and a half congratulations!” The nurse said, rewinding the measuring tape. “And as for your breasts, they are nearly DD! You can definitely fool people when you wear such tight clothes.” Amanda, getting all happy bounced away, smiling at me as she went back to wait for me. “Next.” I walked up, and smiled at the nurse. Taking my pants off swiftly as well as the rest of my clothes, the nurse started to measure. “Hmm breasts are still at the same measurement as last time it seems.” The nurse said, unwinding for the next measurement. I gave a deep sigh, mom was probably right, most of my hormones probably went to my fat cock, which I’m definitely not complaining, but c’mon, a girl needs her comfort bags. “Yup flaccid still at four inches, now could you get full length for me hun?” The nurse said, writing down measurements. i concentrated with all my might, thinking about the first pussy I ever slaughtered, just how ripped and gaped her pussy looked, her ankles up behind her ears, that gorgeous pussy blown out like the side of a mountain for mining. It seemed to finally get my deep lust crawling fast as I grew from my confined four inches. It kept growing, past ten inches. My cock grew to thirteen inches with ease, as if it was a just a simply semi-erect. Once it hit fifteen inches I held my breath as it kept growing, my jaws dropping, a grin crawling up my face. From fifteen it surged with blood to a mighty twenty new full inches barely breaking the border to twenty one. I was so fucking happy right now, my cock actually grew! I was pretty much the size of Madi by now. The nurse was in such shock at this massive dong pulsing from my body, it being a lifeform of its own, a vein as thick as my thumb ran snakelike up from my base halfway to my shaft. I was nearly four and a half inches across in diameter by now, my glands nearly as big as a curled up fist, the mushroom-like flaps extending nearly an inch off my shaft. Just the smell of my cock was so manly, you could argue to say that I just got done gaping thirty whores. Even I was scare with this new change, actually more like excited. The nurse, scrambling notes on my personal sheet, everyone around me had all their mouths dropped down to the ground. “Is that Stacie for real?” “What the hell happened to her?” “I really need to get a hold of the pills that she’s taking!” I giggled as I put my clothes on; my cock was all natural baby, of course I wasn’t gonna tell them. From such attention and such display of my monstrous womb pounder I was really horny now. “C’mon Amanda let’s go to the chilling room, my balls are so fucking full right now.” I said, as I walked off. Amanda followed me, her eyes stricken wide in amazement. “Did that monster really grow from that thing?” Amanda said, pointing to my flaccid cock as I took off my pants. I could barely even understand it myself. “Yeah I guess” I replied, hanging my clothes in the locker. “There’s a lot going on with my hormones to really explain to you right now, just know that this growth is the tip of the iceberg.” Amanda looked at me like I was fucking crazy. “Race you there!” Amanda said, rushing off. She probably was gonna force me to use a sloppy second again. I cringed and chased after her. When we got there, the whole place was remodeled obviously. The gloryhole suction mouths where far more superior than our last ones. If you weren’t careful this suction would suck the soul out of your cock. Of course, not better than slaughtering pussy by far, but it was a step closer. I looked around the room, not much people being here allowing myself the chance to pick freely. Something on the wall caught my attention, and as I approached the thing on the wall I realized what it was, a measuring device. Simply put, they finally implemented a machine to measure how much cum filled the tank, and by looking at the tank description, it could hold up to one hundred thousand gallons of cum. That got me really impressed; finally Madi could let loose at our school and not make a mess. I turned to look around for Amanda, whom was busy pounding away at a clean hole. I walked up to a new unused hole myself, taking my semi-erect beast in my hand and sniffing around the entrance. With one slurpy thrust, my cock sloshed in. To my surprise, these holes produced their own lube when in action. I clung onto the wall, my cock balls deep in the gloryhole and still growing to its full size. I moaned loudly as I felt blood still feeding my monster as I thrusted in and out. My monster gland was so extended off my shaft like a mushroom that I could literally feel the machine trying to suck the cock off my body as I pulled out. After a few thrusts it started to feel even tighter, ‘maybe it was the machine doing its work’ I thought. Thrust after thrust, I pounded away, my hands trying to find something to squeeze. My pre-cum was pretty much flowing out of the gloryhole at this point, I was surprised; it looked as much as my usual loads. The tightness kept getting worse as I thrusted away until I heard a little snap behind the walls then the tightness pretty much lifted off ym cock and it felt that beautiful first insertion. Confusion briefly filled my mind until I started to think about that college pussy I demolished at college. I moaned over and over again, my cock showing its hunger for a monster flood as my pre-cum flooded out of the glory hole by the gallons at this point. “Oh fuck a big ones coming.” I said, my hands scraping the wall as I dropped into my glorious orgasm. The load I felt coming out of my cock for the first load was like all my loads for a week combined, my cock hole gaping so wide to accommodate the literal flood of cum gushing out. The first load sent nearly three trash bag loads of cum exploding back out of the glory hole in which covered my whole legs. I felt the second load coming strong than the first, in which cum came flooding out of my cock by the gallons, the machine desperately trying to drink my whole load. My third load literally erased all existence of the first two loads, fifteen garbage bag load of cement thick cum game erupting out of the glory hole, nearly pulling my whole body off the machine. Thankfully my monster gland has such a nasty hook that it served as an anchor for this fucking river of cum. The fourth load came even before my third load was done, it simply merged and created a tidal wave that even classes near the chilling room could feel. My cum that was poured out of the hole was nearly three and a half feet off the ground and it carried across nearly the entire room. The fifth and sixth and seventh and eighth load came flooding out, each load exponentially growing until I heard a creaking and groaning sound from the wall. Cum still poured from my cock as a monster rate, however I managed to slow it down a bit when I heard that sound. It sounded the other time that I overflowed the chilling room. There was no time to think about that for as per usual cum load, I had “The One” erupting deep within my balls, a load so monstrous, that that load itself would completely flood over Madi’s whole entire load in one fowl swoop. Deep within my balls, the load carried up my shaft at rocket speed as it let loose in this fucking gloryhole. All my previous loads got bulldozed away by this superior load, it being so thick that you can’t even walk through it. My eyes rolled up in my head as my mouth gaped open in a silent scream of bliss. CREAK. As I kept cumming hundreds of garbage bag loads of cum, the strain in the walls kept pushing onwards until all hell broke loose. The walls, so full of cum collapsed in on itself, thousands of gallons of thick spunk came caving in as some sort of judgement wave of death. My load still splurting in full glory, adding to the downfall. In nearly three seconds all fourteen feet walls of cum came and merged in an explosive wave as I got finally pried away from the glory hole, my cock finally relenting from its monstrous expulsion. Once I was finally pried off the wall, I could see just why It was to fucking tight, I must have got a little growth done while I was in there. I’m nearly twenty two inches and barely breaking the border from four and a half inches thick to five. At the very corner of the room I was finally able to stand up, my body in nearly five feet of thick spunk. At last, my balls felt fully drained. I turned to look at the meter at the wall, which somehow it was still intact. It read: one hundred and five thousand gallons. “Hey Stacie where we’re you, I finished such a long time ago” Amanda said, completely unaware of my massive expulsion I displayed just a few minutes ago. “Uhh like you know I went to the bathroom while you were pounding away.” I said, giving a hearty laugh off. Amanda would be way to jealous if she found about my humungous growth that even I didn’t know about until I unleashed all that. “Ahem. Due to some technical difficulties with our chilling area, it will be closed until further notice.” The teacher said, coughing excessively at ‘technical’. Everyone groaned, their sweet release held until home. I was surprised that no one looked at me. Was no one really there to see my overly demon sized load flood out? Finally out of school. jeez, usually after a monster cum flood, my balls are satisfied for like a few days. However, I felt rather full down there again, as a matter of fact, I felt like have more than when I blew all over the place in the chilling area. A slick grin formed in my face, the buses finally arriving to take us. “Hey Stacie” Madi said, creeping up on me. “Woahh you fricking scared me!” I said, stepping up on the bus. I guess the good side of my small flaccid cock was that I could have some fucking leg space. A usual hyper has nearly half of her full length as a flaccid, making it really tough. Plus it’s fun to surprise people in thinking I have a small cock. Finding a seat, I took my stuff and skootched in. “Hey make some space for me.” Madi said, practically slamming right after me. VEROOM. The bus takes off. “Hey Stacie… that was you back there huh?” Madi said, fidgeting around. It’s like she was scared of my powers. “Wait, I didn’t see you there, how did you know?” I replied, turning to look at her. “C’mon, you and I know that if I’m the biggest loader in the school and someone unloads that shit, it’s gotta be you.” Madi said, rubbing her hands in between her legs, trying to act as if her hands were cold. “Well, yeah I did that, but I had no Idea that I was capable of such a demon sized load!” I said, “But that’s not the issue now. I think it’s my refilling speed. Like right now I can literally feel my balls flooding with cum to replenish my reservoir, and let me tell you, it’s probably bigger than your tank at home now.” A soft moan came out of Madi’s mouth. “god, your so fucking hot right now Stacie” Madi said, rubbing her semi-erected cock. “You… you just have too much fucking raw power. In just the start of your puberty, you completely made my cum load look like a drop in the sea, I’m so jealous right now.” I looked at her, my eyebrows raised, looking at this cock hungry whore. But what she said was true, when my puberty is over, how fucking much can I cum at that point? It was actually intoxicating. SCREECH. The bus finally arrived at our stop. “Hey Stacie want to go the strip with me?” Madi asked, her stained leggings obvious with release. “Uhh, I would want to go but I would probably flood the place, I mean c’mon.” I said. “Nonono, you don’t need to worry about that, we’re going to a futa strip, that place has the best full releasing tidal waving orgasms ever. I always went there when my tanks at home were full spent.” Madi said. “I mean, I gues-“ I said, as madi pulled me in a run. “What are we waiting for? Let’s get going!” DOORS OPENING. We finally made it inside. “Hey what can I get started for you girls today?” The front lady asked, her tits nearly poppin out her DD bras. “I would like to get the one on one hyper special. And as for my friend, the slaughtering hyper special please, all on me.” Madi said, giving a wink. I stared in amazement at Madi, she pretty much ordered me one of those eating competitions in a restaurants that people like never finish. Another sexy ass babe lead the way for me into a hall, did I mention the place was super big on the inside? “Here you are.” The girl said, gesturing to a door, “This will be your slaughtering hyper special waiting inside. Enjoy.” I walked up to the door, and pressed fourth, I mean how bad could this really get. Sitting on top of a bed the most beautiful babe I’d ever seen in my life. She was cooing, her body prodded up with one arm as the other felt in-between her soaked panties. Gulping, I shut the door behind me. Slithering like a snake towards me, she cooed, “You must be my daddy. I’m hungry for your cock daddy.” A deep shiver ran down my spine at those words as I got dragged onto the bed. Wait a second, I’m never going for the recessive trait, I’ll be the dominant one in this gut fucking. “Take off your fucking clothes you whores and pull my yoga’s down. You are my bitch tonight.” I said. “Ohh my daddy’s a dominant one.” she said, as she started taking off her bra, huge drooping tits spilling out. She was a white, lightly freckled spotted white babe, brown pure hair flowed down her body. “Fill my stomach with your hot boiling cum.” she said, slithering down my yoga’s side to side. “Oh my! I think daddy ordered the wrong special.” The girl beauty said, giving a little giggle. Jiggling right in front of them laid my flaccid four inchers. I snickered, “Come here bitch and fall on your knees.” I knew exactly how my body worked. “Yes daddy.” The babe chick said, falling down and spreading her mouth open. I got my flaccid cock in my hands and slapped her right across the cheek before I put it in. “ohhh fuckk even when I’m flaccid it feels great.” I said, starting to pump her mouth. I felt it, blood, a torrent of unknown blood came rushing down my cock. My beasts started growing in her mouth as I felt the entrance of her throat at my eight inch mark. Panicking, the chick started flopping around. It seems most of the hypers have a “shower” cock. I grinned, “Daddy’s coming back strong.” I felt my head pushing nearly halfway down her throat as I still felt full of growing potential. I started to pound hard, my cock finally being nearly fifteen inches. I was so thick already that this bitches mouth was nearly gapped like an apple was shoved in her mouth. Thick veins started forming around the base of my fat cock. Pulling out was harder than pushing in, my flared head was literally fish hooked in her throat. Surging forward, my cock kept growing, it hitting twenty inches. I gave a deep and slow thrust as my full twenty one inches finally broke down into her stomach, my head slamming down the bottom. “Oh god this is so fucking good.” I said, as pre-cum started oozing out of my cock in nearly the gallons. If this is a hyper special, I should be able to go all out, these girls were able to take a real gut fucking load. Every time I pulled out, my flared head scooped out a whole gallon of pre, making a puddle around our fucking area. It’s been nearly five minutes of me purely gaping her fucking throat for life and enough pre-cum was buried in her stomach that you could say that a good five semi-hyper futas got their way with her mouth. So much pre was spilled out of her mouth that around us, nearly two feet high of murky cum laid splashed for a good diameter of fourteen feet around. Since this was the special, the girls are a lot more used to big loads, however, it looked as if my babe is ready to call quits, before I even really get a proper gut fucking slaughter. “Ahhh fuck I really need this throat in my life.” I cooed, pulling out just until my head lay in her mouth. The girl’s makeup was completely drained with her tears. Streams of cum was flooding out of her nose. “Daddy had a lot of fun, but now I’m hungry for my release.” I said, running my fingers through her hair as I found the back of her head. Locking my hands around her head, I pulled her down to very depth of my full beast. Yanking her head halfway up my shaft, I slammed her back down, pre-cum flying everywhere in a maddening display. I continued at full force my disgustingly brutal face pounding. “Ahhh fuck here it cu-“ I said, spazzing out, my cock completely submerged in her throat as I released hell. The first load came rushing out with a force of a tsunami as it merged with all the pre-cum dwelling within her stomach. Gallons after gallons flooded down her throat, my cock hole gaping as a sludge monster erupted, making the ration of pre in her stomach one to five hundred in comparison to amount of cum I was down pouring. Before the first load ended, the second load came flooding in with the first, creating my traditional whirlpool deep within her stomach. She completely lost all conscious right when my second load came out, which I couldn’t blame her, I didn’t not expect this amount to be piled up. This poor girl’s stomach looked as if she was carrying forty five, three year overdue babies in her belly. The amount flooding out of her mouth, nose, and partially her eyes was nearly two times that amount. I felt the third load that was bigger than the first two combine and including the pre-cum, rushing out in a tidal wave, flooding out the first two loads completely out of her belly to make way for it. I was standing in nearly four feet of thick cement-like cum, the girl completely submerged in my load. How was this room gonna be able to take my full load? After all, these first three loads were like the roman candles of a firework show. Ahh, then it clicked to me, across the edges of the room were monstrous drainage systems. I clenched my ass hard as the next load came and shook my core. This load nearly as the same amount as the third load, a completely flooding. Her stomach was expanded on each side of her body, enough to place two cars on either side of her. I came over and over and over and over, flooding her whole body constantly, her belly extending out and rising high in the air. The drainage system nearly broke due to my overly excessive sperm count, making the cum thick as wet cement. This girls body was completely deformed, unrecognizable as a human anymore. I couldn’t even see her other than such massive mound of cum that was covering her body. Then I felt “The One” coming and it was packing a nasty punch this time. “Hnggg don’t die on me!!!” I yelled as I thrusted so fucking hard in her mouth. The floodgates opened a demonly excessive cum load that came rushing out faster and harder than my entire cum load at the chilling area combined. My eyes rolled up my head as all the previous cum loads got flooded out of her body to make room for such a massive load, hundreds of gallons at a time came splashing into her body, her stomach touching every side of the walls and cracking them all. The next few hundred of gallons came flooding in, the drainage system completely filled from bottom up. Cum began to flood out her mouth and had nowhere to go, so it kept piling on us, the ground in a nine feet high load of thick baby batter. This poor girl’s body was expanded far beyond her wildest dreams of hyper. Nearly five hundred, thirty year overdue babies could be argued to be kept in her body, if it wasn’t for my sloshing cum torrent coming out of her mouth. With one last thrust, I finished my last few gallons as I slowly pulled out, my flared head pulling a gallon out with me. I stared at this monster human condom I created, her belly completely crushing either side of the walls to fill in room. No way was this fucking possible. In nearly a month of puberty, I went from that college flood to this complete massacre. I giggled as my monstrous member twitched a sigh of relief. Even at this point, I felt my balls replenishing my reservoir. Now, where was Madi…
Chapter 0 - Yamato Gallery	Just Enjoy 😏😏
Chapter 0 - 1	Tags: Drama, Angst, Pining, Obsession, Toxic Relationships, Body Envy, Transformation, Non-con, Orientation Play, Slurs, Homophobic Remarks, Slut-Shaming, Misogyny, Choking, Bruising, Ryona, Rough, Fingering, Hymen-Tearing, Standing Missionary against a wall, Incidental Cutting, Blood, Creampie, Oral Ilia has done a lot of things she wasn’t proud of. The kind of things that could make it hard for somebody to sleep at night, cold and friendless with nothing but doubts to hound her as she was. But it was all for the best, right? The White Fang wasn’t wrong. What was wrong was letting the rest of Remnant continue to run roughshod all over them, to ask their people to turn on their back and lay their bellies out to be slit by those who would continue to exploit them. That was wrong. And the only wrong Ilia was culpable for was continuing to give a damn about Blake Belladonna. Ilia sits at the edge of her quarters’ cot in an underground White Fang compound, the latest in a string of their acquisitions outside Vale. In the coming days it would fill up, the walls and floors soon to be decked in dust, munitions, and believers in their cause. But that was later, now It was simply late night at a near-empty base, nothing but dim fluorescent bulbs for light and company. The only people for miles were the odd sentries standing outside, her and Adam. Adam Taurus. Ilia always felt uneasy around Adam. There was nothing wrong she could point to that he said or did that particularly irked her, at least things that she wasn’t also guilty of, the guy just seemed to have a way of getting under her skin. And it was only when he and Blake had become close and intimate, did Ilia start to find him truly insufferable. It was a while before she could confess it was her jealousy that was probably getting between them. Something he wasn’t condemnable for either. There was a part of her that could even acknowledge he was likely hurting more than she was. It made her wonder then, what good was love when it stomps and presses down on even those who had it? Against her better nature, Ilia glances at the bed across her own. It was the only disheveled thing for a brand new room, but that was a grudge and repeated rapier stabbing will do to a mattress and bedding. The other bed in her room had always been Blake’s, at least until she started staying more and more nights in Adam’s room. Until Blake up and decided that he wasn’t good enough for her either. Ilia clenches her fists harder against her thighs. Blake, Blake, Blake. Why did it have to keep going back to her? Even when she wasn’t here it seemed like Ilia’s world was dead set on continuing to revolve around her. Just a few weeks ago, Ilia had locked eyes with Blake’s mother. She hadn’t meant to, Ilia’d be damned before being forced to interact with another Belladonna again, but it was only for a brief moment and across the market square. Kali had been chatting with some food vendor and Ilia had been simply minding her own business when the two caught each other. Kali’s eyes flashed surprise, recognition, and then a rough mess of pity and disapproval. Ilia could already tell what Kali would have to say about her and the White Fang. But glistening under the hot Menagerie sun like she was, Kali looked so much like Blake then. And soon the voice Ilia imagined reprimanding her started sounding less and less like Mrs. Belladonna. Ilia stormed off first, deciding then it’d be best to go out camouflaged even when not on White Fang business. It was funny in a twisted sort of way, wasn’t part of the White Fang’s mission so that their people didn’t have to hide anymore? It was like something out of Blake’s lengthy speeches she often asked Ilia to be an audience for. Though Blake had been too caught up in her own gushing to notice Ilia’s particular focus on the sound of her voice than the content. Blake was good at doing that, disregarding other people. But then again, couldn’t Blake have said the same about her? Who was Ilia to feel owed by Blake, to spite and get in the way of her happiness and what she wanted? Or perhaps that’s what would have made them so perfect for each other? What a beautiful, malicious, and selfish love they could have shared. Ilia grunts and pushes herself off the bed. She turns to look back under it, all ready to consider round two with a mattress and her Lightning Lash, when she catches herself in the full-length mirror in the back of the room. It was nothing that special, no opulently designed frame or stand for it, it was rather big at seven feet but it was still just a mirror. What was important was its history. The thing was an antique, a piece of Remnant’s past tracing all the way back to the old days when some of the first Faunus slaves had broken free of their bondage. Many of them were so (rightfully) mad at their old tormentors that their first act as free Faunus was to take to raiding and pillaging whatever they could from their human oppressors, lives, possessions, it hadn’t mattered. This mirror in particular had been from the estate of a well-off overseer, his name and the freedom fighter who took it both lost to history. Throughout the generations, and weathered nicks and scratches, it still shown crystal clear back at you. It was the kind of thing that belonged in a museum, and that was precisely why Sienna Khan and Blake had convinced the rest of them to steal it away from the Menagerie Treasury. It was a symbol of their cause, the unchanging cruelty of humanity, and the tenacious resilience of Faunus. It was a powerful set piece for their rallies that some of the new grunts had decided to dump in her room for some reason. She rolled her eyes at first seeing it there but she was transfixed now. Ilia walks up to the mirror to gaze at her whole form in the reflection. She sees herself, truly sees herself for the first time in forever. It had been years since she had to bother borrowing some of her classmate’s makeup to try and fit in, back when she was more naïve and ignorant about the state of Human-Faunus relations. After dropping out of the academy, she had thrown away the painfully human convention of appearance for appearance’s sake. And after her crush had coupled up, Ilia found the idea of ever coloring herself up even more distasteful, chameleon trait be damned. That had worked out fine with her, vanity had no place on a battlefield after all. But now Ilia couldn’t help but wonder if that too played a part in why Blake never looked her way. She tries to critique her body. Was that it? Was Ilia too short for her? Her breasts too slight to bother with? Her hips not grand enough? Or was it just gender? Was that the only piece Adam had over her? Blake. Blake. Blake. She grimaces and shuts her eyes. When she opens them up again, her eyes bulge out at she what’s she done. She hadn’t meant to use her trait but being a chameleon Faunus meant that mood colors had a nasty habit of flaring up with intense emotion. Something diminished with practiced discipline, which she had been neglecting. But rather than an anxious sickly green or angry scarlet, what she became, was Blake. Her hair was now night black, her skin moonlight pale. Awed, she takes it all in. It wasn’t a perfect transformation, not by a long shot. The most obvious had been the hair. Ilia’s hair was tied back for more optimal combat use unlike Blake’s long free wavy strands. So Ilia untied her ponytail, letting hers pool over her back and shoulders as Blake’s might have. She gets even closer to the mirror, face inches away as she glimpses more imperfections, Her eyes were still gray to Blake’s yellow, so she changes it. Her skin was dotted with tiny freckles, too unlike Blake’s smooth unblemished complexion, so it changes too. Ilia focuses on the lips then, rubbing her index across the bottom before touching the reflection’s. She tries to remember the exact tint of Blake’s. Was this it? No, it was paler, wasn’t it? She berated herself, Ilia had stared at them long enough that she should’ve known. Put out but nowhere near ready to stop, she steps back and sets her sight on her clothes, Blake was never one for the standard White Fang uniform or the ones elite members like Ilia wore- KRASH! The door swings fast and hard from its hinge and comes harsh against the wall, the impact and initial kick to it crushing Ilia’s train of thought. She turns and there in the door frame, was Adam. Still in his Grimm mask and black suit, he looked as handsome as ever. The only piece out of place for their charismatic leader was his face, his hard expression one Ilia had never seen so scary. Whatever White Fang business he may have had with Ilia, the reason he had come to see her and the civility they might have shared were scrapped now. Completely taken aback at being caught in such an embarrassing moment, Ilia is flustered. She tries to sputter out some sort of believable excuse, but it too is cut off and disregarded when Adam strides up and backhand smacks the color scheme and words out of her. Ilia stumbles and barely manages to catch the stone wall and ruined bed frame to keep from falling. Adam helps her get ahold of herself and the situation too, wrenching her off her feet and up against the old mirror, his right hand around her throat. Adam was beyond furious. He was insane with outrage. “So that’s it? Is that why you were really here, huh? You just some two-bit whore who fucked her way up the ladder to try to get to my Blake?” His grip somehow gets even tighter as he mentions her name. “Was that it?!” More words try to come out of Ilia, hard words of denial and indignation that are strangled out of her when Adam brings his other hand taut across her neck. Her throat wasn’t hers anymore. Right now it may as well have been the sword Adam wielded for how little difference it had to its handle now. Both nothing but extensions for Adam’s wrath. “And she’s not here so you want to be her. Is that it?!” He hisses those last words bitter enough that some spit even catches her face. Ilia claws at his gloves and arms, desperately trying to make him let go. Her legs start kicking up too but he just presses up closer, her boots hitting nothing but air now. Her vision is fading. Her weak display only serving to make him madder. “C’mon, huh! Is that all you got?!” He pulls her away from the mirror she had been up against and even lets one hand off, only to place it over her forehead and bring the back of her skull crashing back down. The heavy shatter assasults her ears and nerves. The mirror cracks into spiderweb patterns behind her. Some part of Ilia scared and conscious enough to pray that the sound was only from the mirror breaking. “How about you turn into Blake now!? Huh? C’mon, bitch! Do it.” His other hand returns to her trachea. “I’m waiting!” The edges of Ilia’s sight are graying out. She’s barely able to catch and understand his demand, but she manages to shift. She’s too lightheaded to get her whole body to change however, mostly it’s just her face. It was a poor likeness too, the colors passable maybe if you weren’t already familiar with Blake, but it was enough for Adam, blind with rage that he was. He finally releases her neck then. Ilia lands back on her feet, doubles over and rubs at her throat, sucking in frantic, needy full breaths. Adam tears his mask off, and as it clanks against the floor, he wrenches both her arms back and pins them and her up against the mirror again. Ilia hacks and coughs in a bitter blend of blunt force trauma and oxygen deprivation when Adam replaces her precious air with his tongue down her throat. It takes her a while to even realize it was happening. Her mouth so obstructed by Adam’s tongue violating it, that the primitive, instinctual part of her brain has to take over. Wholly focused on taking in as much sorely needed air as she could take from her nose. Soon enough, she does come to, and what a world it was to return to. This was Ilia’s first kiss. Don’t all girls wonder about their first kiss? Of how nice and cute the partner they shared it with would likely be? Curious of the goosebumps and anxiety of not ruining the moment. Or hoping how though it may come after an awkward first date, it becomes one that signals the future to come? So, why did Ilia have to be sucking face with such a horrible man? Ilia had been so far gone that at first she swore she saw Blake. She jerks her head to the side, head back to try and get away from Adam, but his face is still on her, those dashing features that all the gossip guessed over now up close and personal. His angry-looking red scar and mad eyes asserting themselves in her mind and Ilia knows deep in heart that she will never be able to forget it. He does eventually relent, but just so he can put her arms up higher and reposition himself. Now with one arm clamped over her wrists, he snakes the other down the crotch of her uniform, the fabric tearing away like nothing in the face of his strong, rough hands. He pushes away through the torn uniform and panties she had and cruelly shoves several digits up her inexperienced, virginal pussy. Ilia finally has a chance to scream and she takes it without hesitation. She howls at the penetration, the sheer brutality of Adam’s disregard for her sake and her voice even manages to go up another octave when he rips through her hymen too. He keeps his fingers there for a while, further prodding and molesting her folds before pulling away. Adam looks at the bloody mess on his gloves, rubs his thumb over his middle and index finger. Before shoving his thumb back into her heaving, waiting mouth. “Tell me, how is it? How does your own taste measure up?’ She tries to fight back, to push it out or bite down to no avail, his bloody thumb making its presence known to her. He nearly chuckles at the whole thing. “I’m surprised you were a virgin. How’d you swing that with your sleeping around? Was it anal? Or you just some lesbo? Ilia was quaking in fear the whole time but she involuntarily shivers the hardest when he says that last part. Adam nods satisfied. “So how was it eating all that carpet? You just that good? Or maybe you jerked off a couple of dicks too. What, I’m sure that doesn’t count for you queers. Or did you have to tongue fuck Kahn’s asshole a couple times just to spice it up a little?” He takes his thumb out her mouth as if expecting some sort of an answer, but really he’s just going for his zipper. Ilia coughs again. She wanted to say something, something strong and powerful, something that would get him away from her. ‘Piss off!’ ‘Get the hell off me!’, ‘I am going to kill you for this!’ All that came out was a hopeless whimper. “Please… Stop!” He just grins wildly at more of her weakness as he pull his penis out. Ilia doesn’t want to look. She wants to shut her eyes and think of anything else, as if that would take her away from here, but she can’t help herself. She has to gawk at the size of his member. His huge, thick, hard cock that scared her more than anything she’s ever seen. The penis that was now pressing up against her sore, irritated and still technically virginal, pussy folds. “Why? I thought you wanted to be like Blake.” He jabs half the thing in her with one sharp thrust. Ilia is pushed up even harder against the mirror, she hits it so hard the heirloom dents and splinters a messy maw of glass into her spine. Ilia can only screech, wailing harder and louder than she ever had before. It hurts, it hurts so badly. Its raw and its bloody and Adam’s just getting started. He starts pumping in more dick, determined to fit his whole mass inside. Uncaring how too small her cunt was for him. Ilia’s coat of Blake was long gone. But that was fine for Adam. Ilia as she was wasn’t all that different from Blake, just another brat of a girl who needed to be put in her place. So with one massive shove, he plows into Ilia’s snatch roughly and hikes his whole length in. She screams again and again his tongue invades her mouth. Not even allowing her the freedom to shriek, he has to take that from her too. Assaulted from top to bottom, Ilia was in hell, a vulgar disgusting circle of suffering that she yearned to escape from. The mirror she was being fucked on was done, whole chunks had fallen off, cracks strewn along the whole length. Only the odd chips left to rain on them and floor. The rain for her tears. Minutes, hours? Ilia couldn’t tell how long he was going at her. Each second and every plunge in her cunt had drug on with burning, scarring agony deep enough to brand her for forever. But eventually Adam’s rape does start to come to a close. He starts pounding into her faster, he stops kissing her and just hovers over and starts grunting. The sounds, another thing to mark her memories. The mirror’s fall of pieces still come down, dancing off him and his clothes and falling on her bare skin, piercing and slicing at painful gruesome angles. More pain, more blood. Her mouth is left free but she is out of screams. She can only sob. Then, with one last tremendous, forceful shove he hitches himself deep inside and unloads into Ilia. Plastering her womb and cunt in his white hot cum. It too seems to go on forever, not ending a second too soon. Adam spent for the moment pulls out. His penis maybe slightly softer, but now wet with blood and cum to show for it. He even admires the way some of it leaks out of Ilia’s ruined snatch. Finally he does let go, dropping her hard on the stone floor and glass fragments. Ilia falls like a sack of potatoes, more shards further stabbing her on the way down. Ilia can’t move. The pain is too much. She just lies there huffing and wheezing with the odd cry peppered throughout. The fight had been ripped out of her. Adam just sneers at the worthless lump of a whore at his feet. “You’ve been holding out on me. Haven’t you dyke? Looming over her, he leans down. Still not done with her for tonight. “Tell me Ilia, how about I show you another taste?” Adam grabs the back of her hair and skull and stands back up. Unable to resist anymore, she stays there lifeless as Adam forces her mouth open and down the base of shaft. Ilia gags as his size. The taste of blood, semen and now her own pussy fluid blending to make a cocktail of atrocity to shred and mark her taste buds. Her breath leaves her again. The only coherence parsing out from the babbling emotions of terror, timidity left in Ilia was one hopeless sad wish. ‘Blake… save me, please…’ Ilia Amitola, disciple of Adam Taurus and the White Fang, now? She was a captive, a bruised casualty of the liberated Faunus dream. ‘Blake…? Get me out of here.’ Was it so wrong to ask for salvation?
Chapter 1 - 2	Over the weekend, after that one flooding ass incident, I was so horny for grippy pussy. Each day I had to unload seven to eight demonly stretched trash bags, which my brothers had to carry off of course. I could feel my cock growing as each day went by, little girth here and a little length there. I was getting scared at my own growth at that point. My loads, as I said before, also increased quite a number, considering my puberty just hit. If this rate kept up, I would flood the school with every viscous load, and considering how much I loved “fap time” at school, we might have a problem. “Hnggggg” I said, panting, letting out a monster gusher into my garbage bag, this one not filling out all the way. Considering this to be my ninth garbage bag filling, it, wasn’t too bad. “Tom, Jerry, Adam, could you help me with another one?” “I pledge allegiance to Futa states of America. And to the dickgirls for which it stands, one nation under gaping pussies, indivisible, with gut fuck and creampie for all.” After sitting down, Amanda came over to my desk area. “Hey Stacie!” Amanda said, grabbing a chair near me. “what’d you do at college, huh? Huh?” Amanda, poking me in the side furiously. “As for me, I fucked some bitches!” she said proudly. She was making a whole speech about it, but I wasn’t paying attention, class started at this point. “Alright class we’ve covered enough for today, I’ll let you guys out early.” The history teacher said, packing all her things. Everyone, including myself, stretched a sigh of relief. History class was like so boring, at least for me. We learned every day about the dominance of futas and shit. Anyways, the best part about break is that we get to go the “chill area”. At our school, well for futa schools in general, there is a humongous sized cum dump facility capable of holding nearly twenty extremely monster sized hyper loads. We always got drained by these things, the suction nearly as good as a pussy, but never as good, considering I experienced the real thing not too long ago. It was pretty much a glory hole with a super sucker on the other side, pretty much to act as a mouth of sorts; it was fucking beautiful to be able to dump without remorse. Actually back in the old schools, they didn’t have that implemented, you just let loose in a gym sized room, it was fucking messy after every class period, and hence these were invented. “Oh god, I don’t know about you but I gotta dump a huge one” Amanda said, walking past me. She was walking like she was holding a shit, I just laughed at that. Following her, I eventually caught up. We walked up to the changing room and took a walk in, crowded as usual. There were naked futas everywhere and actually if you want your clothes to be as clean as possible I would recommend it too. We walked to an unused locker and started taking our clothes off. Hey Stacie how was college?” Amanda said, taking her shirt off. I blushed while taking off my shirt, a smile coming on my face when I remembered the monster cum pool I created. “Nothing much just some fucking and studying that’s all” I said, taking off my bra. I sighed, hoping for at least a little change with my bust, still a near flat chest. “Omigod, I fucked sooo much, what was it, like four chicks?” Amanda said, getting lost in count. I grabbed my pants from the side and started to zig-zag down my slender legs. With that, Amanda stopped talking so suddenly. I had to look up at her to see what was going on. She stood there staring at my bulge in my boxers. “What the fuck Stacie when were you this big?!” Amanda said, eyes wide in astonishment. I blushed remembering that I was still in the growing stage. “Late puberty. C’mon I told you this like ten thousand times already.” I said, pouting my cheeks, my bulge twitching in hunger for the milking.“ Wait what is that little birth mark right there?” Amanda said, pointing to my right ass cheek. “I never knew you had one.” I turned to look back at my ass, remembering that old thing. “Duh, did I never show you it before?” Without another word I grabbed my boxers and yanked down, revealing my juicy semi-erect giant ten inches long, forgetting about that. “Holy cow, wasn’t that your size when you had a full hard on? Its not even hard yet…” Amanda said, jealousy creeping up. Even I didn’t know how to feel about this beautiful sight. If anything, I was excited just to see how big I would get. My balls haven’t grown much at all, which was surprising because of how much larger my input was… Opening the door to the “chilling room” we were definitely not the first ones in. moans echoed throughout the entire room, added with splashing cum everywhere. Some hypers at our school were monstrously fertile, if they didn’t hold back with their loads it usually comes splashing back up. “Hey there’s some open glory holes over there” Amanda said, pointing to a spot on the wall. In this frantic cum-fest, you grab whatever you can get your hands on; otherwise you’ll never get your turn. As we walked up to our claimed holes, we noticed it was already used, kinda sucky but can’t complain. I instantly distinguished the last person to use it was a hyper. The messy overflow of cum puking back out of the gloryhole was a dead giveaway, that or fifteen low ranked futas use it. Sighing, I played around with my cock, trying to get it to its fat glory. Sometimes it’s sexy to fuck sloppy seconds, but sometimes you don’t even want your dick touching that shit. Well, we didn’t have all day. Grabbing my semi-erect ten incher, I rammed it balls deep into the gushy glory hole, a nasty shiver running up my spine as I felt the sloppy load all over my cock, so much of it puked on the wall that my legs were submerged vertically in cum. Amanda, on the other hand, the one who got first pick of us two, was pounding a completely unused hole, lucky. Pulling out just a bit, I tried thinking of that gut fuck I put that college student through, so much cum in her pussy, overflowing, gaping, it started working for me, my cock rising to the thought of breaking another pussy. At full strength, my cock now reached fourteen and a half inches deep and gaped this glory fuck at three inches in diameter. I started working up a sweat, pounding in and out, used cum splashing all over my lower body. My cock was getting so hot in that suction hole, I couldn’t hold back my moans anymore. In and out my cock went, my balls slapping the cum on the wall with a loud splash. I felt a huge one coming as I flexed my ass as hard as possible and drove my cock deep, unleashing my load. A monster flood came pouring out of my cock that my legs started buckling. The first load was so much that it completely flooded out, mixing with the cum already stained on the wall. I rolled my head back as the second load came out more viciously, my cum looking like I was cumming out of the glory hole rather than in. Load after load came pouring out, me being unable to hold any back. My legs were lost in a gigantic mount of cum added up with load after load. Then I felt “the” one coming out, I knew this was gonna be fucking huge. I let out a long, low moan as I unleashed hell upon this glory hole and maybe even on the whole “chilling place”, cum exploded out of the wall, the contained behind the wall unable to withstand my load any longer. A tsunami of cum came after that and flooded me and the girls next to me completely off the wall. “Holy shit!” I said, slowly standing up. I was thigh deep in my own cum, which was so thick it had a consistency of mashed potatoes. Everyone stopped their glory fuck and slowly turned to the massive mess coming on my side of the room. Embarrassed, I excused myself before everyone could figure out it was me. “Due to some technical difficulties, the Chilling area is now off limits” the teacher said, coughing at “technical”. Groaning from across the room sounded out loudly, release gonna have to wait till they get home. Even for the lowest ranked futa had trouble holding a load in for three hours, for hypers, that’s like a death sentence. “Anyways class, that was just the beginning of news! Today we have another transfer student!” the teacher said, pointing way to the door, which a small little petite girl, given the que, walked in. she walked up to the front of the class while all the girls stared in horror. “Hello my name is Madi Fukushima” The girl said, bowing down, “I hope we get along well!” Everyone was silent still, starting. I turned to Amanda who also sat struck. “Hey what’s up with this atmosphere?” I asked. Amanda, still being struck replied, “Everyone that goes to the club knows her. She’s known as the cum monster. Horny girls that go to the club get their fucking stomachs blown up. She transferred from the same school as scumbag.” Amanda pointed to Sophia, “Everyone from that school is trouble. But that’s not the worst news about Madi. I don’t know if its true or not, but I heard Madi completely flooded an entire college campus. She’s a monster.” I turned to look at the transfer student, I mean this small little girl flooding a whole college campus? “Here, take that seat right next to Stacie over there.” The teacher said, pointing to the seat next to me. Madi strode along the ranks of seats until she reached the one next to mine. “Hi. I’m Stacie. Nice to meet you!” I said while Madi was taking a seat. Madi looked over at me, Amanda turning to avoid contact, and smiled, “I hope we can become friends.” She said. “Haha, alright it was nice talking to you! Hope we can talk some more tomorrow. This is my stop.” I said, stopping Madi from her endless talk. I don’t know what everyone was so horrified about, Madi was such a fun girl to hang around. “Ahh this is my stop too!” Madi said giggling, “I guess we were meant to be.” Getting off the bus first, I waited for Madi to make her get-off before we started walking together. “So… why exactly did you decide to transfer here, well considering you came from such a good school.” I asked. Madi gave my question a long think before she replied. “People at my school are so full of it. If you’re just a bit better than someone, you’re practically a queen, until you get overpowered by someone stronger than you. To have any fun at that school, you literally need to be the best futa ever.” Things started clicking. I remembered Sophia and how she transferred and when she did she mentioned that even the worst one was better than our school. Their schools power must correspond with your how big your cock is, that and how much you cum. be hyper in all the areas then bam, you’re at the top. “Hey.” I said, nudging Madi with my elbow, “Want to go to my house and release some pent up energy? Our Chilling area got destroyed by…er anyways, I don’t know about you, but I feel pent up as fuck!” Madi gave me a look over seriously then with a devilish grin replied, “You betcha!” “Hey mom I’m home and I brought a new friend over with me.” I said, inviting Madi inside the house. As soon as mom heard, she hurried out of the kitchen to greet. “Oh my you cute little thing!” mom said, cuddling Madi in a big hug. “Anyways, I know you girls got some business to attend to.” Snickering, Madi and I rushed upstairs. “So this is it.” I said, waving around my room, “Not much, but make yourself home.” I was honestly interested in how hung Madi was, was this petite girl really such a terror? As Madi walked into my room, I instantly saw her face, which reminded me, my room smelled like stupid amounts of sex. Having such a masculine cum flood every time I ejaculate, also never opening the window, made my room like nearly a gas chamber. Deeply blushing red, I stammered, “oh, oh so sorry here let me open the window real quick!” rushing over to the other side. “Wait” Madi said, blushing as well. “I love this smell. To be honest, you need to make it stronger. At my house I have a special room for dumping my loads and the air is so thick you can literally see vapors of my cum. This smell reminds me of when I was around eight years old.” I stood there, unable to move because of what I just heard, my cock, unconsciously, erupted to life. I was so horny that my cock grew to a new size of fifteen hard inches. I was also nearly three and a half inches in diameter. “Oh? You must be excited at what I said.” Madi said, pointing my to tented yoga pants. Madi, being the first one to take off her clothes, snaked her way down her little skirt, revealing a flaccid one inch cock. Behind her cock was a pair of tennis ball sized testicles. “Ahem… be paitent with me please~ I’m known as a grower” Madi said, smiling. Steadily growing, her cock, will a few wiggles, was brought to its monstrous life. Blood surged into her cock at a rapid speed, her cock coming out of its elementary stage and growing to five inches then ten, eleven, fourteen. I stared in horror as it broke the twenty inches with ease, easily semi-erect. Her pussy breaker kept growing a disgusting size until it stopped at twenty three inches long, nearly hitting me where she was at. That girth trembling at four and a half inches thick nearly put me in shock. “hehe. Like it?” Madi asked, “I know I do. Anyways, let’s have some fun.” I felt ashamed, jealous, anger at this futa right in front of me. She was so small, how could she possess such an outrageous womb pounder? That beast was probably half of her whole weight. Now I was shy about my own size because such a little petite girl beat me so hard. “Oh…uhm maybe some other time?” I asked, shyly laughing, scratching my head. Madi stared at me like I was crazy then came rushing at me and tackled me on the bed. “Hehe you’re not going anywhere!” Madi said, grabbing my yoga pants and yanking them down, me screaming in surprise. Staring right at Madi in the face was my erupted boner, reaching to fifteen inches at its new length. “Oh my, you’re pretty big!” Madi said, smiling. “Now let’s start shafting.” Madi grabbed her own cock, her little tiny hands looking like baby fingers compared to her massive fuck stick. To be honest, I was so fucking horny, just simply seeing a little girl have a totally different counter part of a cock just sent me off the edge. I also grabbed my cock and started jerking, side by side of Madi, my breaths coming to a short rasp. Madi, next to me, was simply taking her time, enjoying the moment. Pre-cum was literally flooding out of my cock now, it running down my shaft and over my fingers like a puddle. “Oh my god I’m gonna…” I said, rushing to my drawer and pulling out a jumbo garbage bag. I shoved my cock inside the opening and fucking let loose. The first load was so strong it almost filled the whole garbage bag completely. The second load came flooding out, it so thick it wasn’t even liquid anymore. At that point, the garbage bag was full to the point one more load would explode it. I pulled my wet, cum stained cock out, still cumming all over my room and grabbed another garbage bag, my fourth and fifth load rushing out so fast, I nearly filled it up all the way right when I came again. Just when the tension was about to give way, I finished my last load. “fuckkkk that was good.” I said, sighing a relief, huge rocks lifted off my balls. I looked at my load, a surge of pride coming up. Mom was right, my puberty is kicking in! I was only able to cum a full garbage bag back a week ago. “Hey you want a trash bag too? Of course you do haha.” I said, grabbing a garbage bag. Madi, letting go of her pulsing womb pounder gave a little attention cough. “Uhm…how do I say this. Maybe have a cum fest at your house wasn’t a good idea after all… you see, those rumors you heard about me were actually true. I fucking cum a demon ton. I would flood your whole house nine times over and still have my balls be like half full.” Madi, looking straight at my eyes, were dead serious. I gulped deeply, this girl was a fucking monster trapped inside a little sheep’s clothing. Madi’s cock being bigger than mine was already a jealous fact, but I was ok with that. But this, I mean, I took crazy pride in having such a monstrous cum output. I was probably top five in our school. Then Madi grabbed my hand, “Its ok, there’s a lot of question like, how do you have such a massive cock and stuff, my cum floods completely being out of this world huge, but let’s head to my house. I need to finish this load.” Madi winked at me and lead me on. “I think my mom’s out with dad today so we got the whole house to our self.” Madi said, opening up the door to her house. It was pretty sizeable, I will admit that, not a mansion, but sizeable. “Ahhh fuck my nuts are so sore from that holdback.” Madi said, rushing to a room, waving me to follow. Turning the corner of the house, we were in front of a metal door. This might be her room, I thought. Opening the door, Madi walked in first and took the biggest intake of breath I ever saw. “Ahhhh sooo nice!” Madi said, turning the light on. This room had no windows, and there was this dark figur- Oh god! I nearly choked to death taking in the first breath of “air”. ‘cough cough’ I was weezing for air at this point. “I was like that too the first time I encountered my matured up cum loads.” Madi said, completely unharmed. Madi flipped on some more lights to reveal a monstrous machine dead middle of the room, cum, in disgustingly fat clomps laid wasted all over the entire machine, especially the opening. I then realized what it was, a cum sucker. By this time, my nose and lungs were forcing themselves to get used this this aura and I could finally see the machine for a good time. I stared in shock, cum drooling all over the machine, and just that was completely on a whole different level than my cum load. Probably what I make in a good four days was splattered all over it. “You like it?” Madi said, pulling her semi erected cock out of her pants. “Now, I watched you cum your glorious load, watch me this time.” Madi, grabbing her stiffening cock, shoved it deep into the mouth of the machine. Pulling out, there was a loud echoing sound around the room, her massive mushroom head nearly stuck. Her thrusts were so aggressive from that point on. Loud gurgling sounds came from the machine, Madi moaned as her thrusts became more rapid, her balls slapping all over the place. “hng!!!!!” Madi moaned, giving a final thrust into the machine as she unleashed her load. I heard the cum, I could absolutely smell, but where was it? Load after load came out of her cock. I actually shuttered at the noise, so monstrous. If that machine wasn’t taking care of her load, we would be washed away in a tsunami of cum. Just when I thought we were safe, a massive back flow of cum came rushing out of the machine pussy and came flooding the entire flood fast. “Fuck” Madi said, annoyed. “The tank is full, and I still need to cum.” I thought about what she said for a sec. Then it hit me, this machine was hooked to a tank to hold all the cum in. “Wow that tank must be super small then” I said. Madi looked over at me in annoyance. “The capacity of this tank is twenty thousand gallons.” I stared at her like she killed my family. “WHAT?” I shouted, completely blown away by the amount she said. That means everything she said was true, not only that but all the rumors about her flooding an entire college campus. “Ughh, this is why I never hold on too long. I haven’t cum for nearly three days.” Madi said, that cute grin coming back once again. “Luckily we have a backup tank, just in case for these things.” After a good wash up, we were finally clean, well-spent, I got to take a turn at that machine, barely made a drop in that tank. “Ahhh that was nice ~” Madi said, leaning back in the couch. “Anyways, I’m glad that we became friends. I would like to reintroduce myself, my full name is Madison Fukushima, I was born in Japan, just uh… what’s your full name?” Taking a sip of my tea that madi prepared. I replied, “Stacie Wolfhart is my full name, actually I-.” ‘Spits drink.’ Madi stared at me in shock, “Wolfhart?? THE Wolfhart?” Surprised, my head was halfway in the cushion of the couch. I replied “uhm… Yeah, THE Wolfhart, why are you shocked?” Madi replied, even more shocked, “Did your mom not explain anything to you? Your bloodline, if it’s the real thing, were the most hung of all futas to ever walk this earth!” Not to mention their cum tsunamis, my load back there would just be a little drop of their pre-cum. Back at my other school that I went to taught about their futa kingdom, around 1397 to 1795. The one thing I remembered was how glorious they were and one other thing.” Madi, giving a deep pause, “It’s the genes that they pass down, not all of their children got those monster hung genes, however they were carriers, simply saying, potentials of being disgustingly hung, each child that is passed down and doesn’t become a hyper adds their potential to the gene traits, making the next child that becomes a hung one bigger than before. This gene is the most unique of every futa family gene that the world has ever seen because it was confirmed by scientists that it could stack infinitely. Anyways, a little side history, nothing important, the most important thing is that there is a birth mark on the right ass cheek, that’s how you know you’re gonna be one.” I stared deep, taking all that information in at once. Oh wait…don’t tell me…that birthmark at school that Amanda reminded me of at school, was that what Madi was talking about? “H-Hey thanks for everything today, I gotta go home and do some homework and stuff you know, school stuff.” Rushing out of the house, I hurried home. “Hey Baby glad your home safe, dinners read-“ mom said, interrupting her, “Mom is it true about the Wolfhart’s? Are we THE worlfhart’s?” I asked, panting from running home. Mom, being unable to contain the information any longer about our family background took a seat at the table. “Well you see baby, it’s all true, and whatever you learned about our family. That birthmark you have there…it’s the real thing.” Mom said, breathing a sigh of relief. “When we gave birth to you, I was so happy, I couldn’t think.” I stayed quiet, a little hint of amazement coming through. I was it, I had the birthmark! “So wait mom, when was the last time our family had a hung one?” I asked, curious about the stacking ability Madi told me about. Mom gave a long pause before speaking, aware that I knew about the stacking genes, “eighteen… forty… seven…” I stared in absolute horror at mom, “oh my god, it’s the year 2069 though…”
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Chapter 0 - Kitty Kat Katarina One-shot (EDITED)	A vase of flowers by the stand next to me tilted slightly as the door slammed shut. “I can’t believe the nerve of him to make me wear something as embarrassing as this! I bet everyone was staring at me…” Katarina muttered under her breath as she stormed into the living room. A pair of cat ears adorned her lustrous red hair, and a long white tail trailed behind her. She was wearing her kitty kat outfit, which accentuated her curvy hips and sizable breasts. A surprised gasp escaped her when she glanced over to the sofa where I sat. “Oh! I didn’t expect you to be here-“she caught herself. I cocked an eyebrow at her. Where were her manners? Did my little kitty cat need to be trained to watch her pretty little mouth? I felt myself stiffen at the thought. She would be gagged and bent over the table before I spanked that tight little ass over and over. On second thought, knowing the dirty little slut that she was, she would probably enjoy it. “I’m back.” She said curtly. Classic Katarina. Always to the point. “Welcome home. How was the match?” I patted the spot beside me and gestured her to sit. She collapsed onto the sofa with an exasperated sigh. “It was terrible. Graves and Soraka died over and over bot lane, I had no idea what those two were doing, they lost the match for us by themselves! For what reason would those two idiots duo together? One idiot I could carry. Two? Two?!” She fumes. “And… and this outfit!” She glared at me with a defiant expression on her face. “Why did you force me to wear something like this?” She pointed to the strip of white fur wrapped around her chest, which was far too small, allowing her grapefruit-sized breasts to nearly spill out. “I could feel Yasuo’s gaze on me the whole time I was in lane!” “Hey! Are you listening to me?” She snapped when she realized my attention was elsewhere. More specifically, on the two firm tits just a hand’s reach away that I wanted to fondle. “Of course I am. Here, lie down. You must be tired. Let me give you a massage.” I stood up. “Wait, let me get changed first!” She protested, but at my insistence, lay down on a small cushion with her back facing me. Her white kitty tail trailed out from over her tight rump. She was adorable. I began to knead her tense shoulders, pressing my thumbs between her shoulder blades. I ran my thumbs in a circular fashion, pushing into her tense muscles. “That really feels good Liya…” She murmured. “Yeah… right there…” She moaned as I pressed against a particularly tense spot. I slowly made my way down her back as she purred happily in my hands, her anger towards her teammates all but forgotten. When I began to feel her well-toned thighs, she stiffened as she turned her head towards me. “Hey, where do you think you’re touching?” Her voice had that sharp edge again. The scar on her left eye really did make her look dangerous when she was angry. Of course, it just made her look sexier. “Look Katarina, just relax and leave everything to me.” I squeezed her firm thighs as if to show my intent. She growled, but lay back down. I was pleased to see the furred skirt that she wore didn’t even fully cover her butt. That delicious ass was covered by red, lacy panties. How I wanted to pull it down and give her a smack! But not yet. I wanted to take my kitty when she was wet and begging to be fucked. “Do you want a massage in other places too Katarina?” I asked her. She sat up and turned to face me, her left eyebrow raised. “I’m sure you know exactly what I’m talking about.” My hand traveled between her legs and brushed against her soaked panties. Her inner thighs were slick with her excitement. She parted her legs slightly, allowing me easier access to my kitten’s intimate places. “Did wearing this slutty outfit while in the match turn you on Katarina? I bet everyone got to see those red panties you’re wearing.” She blushed furiously. “Fool. I-” She cuts off with a cute moan that makes my cock twitch as I caress her pussy through her soaked panties. “You liked that didn’t you?” She nodded as she bit her lip, her cheeks flushed bright red. “Where else did you want me to touch you?” She grabbed me by my shirt suddenly and pulled me close. Her plump lips met hungrily against mine. I kissed her passionately, stifling her moans, as I continued to trace my fingers up and down against her dripping wet sex. “Fuck, Liya, that feels good….” I couldn’t take it anymore. I tore off the strip of her barely covering her breasts and started to fondle her soft pillow-like breasts. They were simply amazing. She let out a soft mewl, before gradually moaning more and more loudly. I could tell she was almost ready. “Liya, I want more than your hand…” I shook my head. “That’s a reward, and you don’t deserve it yet. Get on your knees.” A flash of anger passed over her eyes; she’s used to always getting what she wants. But right now, I’m the one in control. . “Good girl…” I said as she obediently got on her knees and fumbled with my buckle for a brief moment before exposing my erect shaft. She grasped my cock by the hilt as she ran her tongue across the underside of my shaft, causing me to let out a groan of pleasure. She smiled mischievously at my reaction. She had realized that she’s the one taking the lead right now. Her bright green eyes looked up to me as she took my entire cock inside her mouth without gagging once. I scratch her head behind the kitty ear headband she wore. My kitten is well-trained for sure. Her tongue rolls around my shaft. I look down at her. The sight of the pretty little redhead bobbing up and down on my shaft obediently managed to get me even harder than I ever thought I could. A small mewl escaped her as she pulled away to breathe. One hand was between her legs as she is sucked on my shaft. A small puddle of her love juice had pooled between her legs on the light-brown wooden floor. “You’re fingering yourself as you suck on master’s dick? What a slutty kitten you are, Katarina, imagine if everyone knew the famed Noxian assassin is just a bitch in heat.” Her fingers began to run against her slit faster and faster. She started to pant as she suckled my cock even more tightly. My cock began to twitch as she started to swirl her tongue around my dick. I pushed her away. I didn’t want to come just yet. “Master will reward you since you did such a great job, kitten. Now bend over the sofa and present yourself to me.” She tossed aside her drenched panties and eagerly stuck out her butt while holding onto the side of the sofa. Her fluid slowly dripped down her legs to the ground. My cock twitched at the sight of the slutty redhead with spread legs before me. Fuck, I was going to enjoy this slut. I poked the tip into her entrance before brushing the shaft between her butt. A frustrated growl escaped her as she turned back to me. Her eyes are wild with excitement. She grinded her hips against me, tempting me to stick my cock inside her pussy. “Fuck Liya, don’t make me wait anymore!” She pleaded. Who would have thought the vicious redhead could be this cute? “You’re like a bitch in heat Katarina. Well, I won’t make you wait any longer.” I slipped fully inside of her in one long thrust. Her pussy was hot as fire against my cock. As I tried to pull out, it clung to my shaft, refusing to let go easily of the cock she was so desperate for. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure running through my body, and judging by her reactions, Katarina was also having a very fun time. “How does master’s cock feel kitten?” I asked her as I thrust deeply into her. She let out a loud throaty moan. Her sultry voice was such a turn-on. I wanted to rail this slut until she couldn’t walk. “It’s so deep inside…” She gasped each word between my steady, powerful strokes. “I want it harder…” She begged. “Did my pet just speak without permission?” I said. “You need to be disciplined Katarina.” I brought up my hand and smacked her bottom hard. She gasped in pain and surprise as I left a bright red handprit on her smooth white ass. I smacked the other side of her butt as I thrust deep into her, causing her to tighten around my shaft as she clenched the side of the sofa for support. “Fuck… That feels good… I’m sorry master, I won’t talk back…” She moaned. “Please your naughty slut-kitten, master…” Her bottom was bright red as I continued to spank her over and over. She cried out with each hit, a mixture of pain of pleasure overwhelming her senses, reducing her to cute mewls and throaty moans. I began to pick up the pace, eagerly obliging her request while I pulled back her long red hair. A groan escaped me, mixing with her slutty moans. “Fuck me harder… I’m so close…” She begged. I began to move faster, taking her as my little kitty Kat. With each thrust she gasped my name. I wanted to soil this redhead with my seed and make her fully mine. I could feel pleasure building from my balls and knew I was close. “The neighbours must all know what a dirty slut you are Katarina.” I whispered in her ear, tipping her over the edge. With a long wordless cry, waves of pleasure washed over her body, gripping my cock in tightening contractions. She shuddered and moaned as her body tightened, her head arched backwards. I slammed into her one final time, shooting out ropes of sticky hot cum and painting her tunnel white. Her pussy gripped my cock and milked me of my seed until no more came out. She shuddered and panted as she clutched the side of the sofa, exhausted after her orgasm. I pulled out of her, causing some of my seed to dribble onto the floor from overflowing pussy. “Thank you for your milk Master…” She turned to me with a smile.
Chapter 1 - "A Routine Gone Wrong"	Chapter 2 “A Routine Gone Wrong” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The day had started as normal. Shower. Change. Pills. Out the door. Then quickly went to shit. Halen sat dead still in a frickin huge ass traffic jam. All the horsepower in her BMW wasted as it idled in the cooling air of fall. Halen fidgeted in her seat. Already she was well over the built in time for her commute into work. What was roughly a 35 min drive was now rapidly eating up her basic “travel budget” of forty five minutes. Including her normal stop for coffee. With a quick look around Halen fidgeted. Her balls were full. Like, more than full. When she had woken up, her first required action had been to wait for her morning woody to subside a bit. Then gently walk to the shower cause “everything” downstairs ached. Putting on her cup had been an unusual experience. Being tighter than normal. Too tight actually. She instead tried other things, but eventually had to give up due to time constraints. And go “commando” as her panties were too tight to let her extra bits hang semi-free. It didn’t help for today’s outfit, a grey business suit and knee skirt combo, which required her to tuck her giant nuts back and behind her thighs. Stuffing her still swollen prick down a stocking, and putting a lot of stress on things for walking. But at least kept everything nice and hidden. Now sitting in the car, her balls tucked into the special seat pocket she needed, was doing something she had never anticipated. The gentle idle of the BMW’s vibration was massaging her overfull testicles, and had her in a half excited state. She reached into her purse after another look around. Withdrawing something that was an emergency only device. A heavy duty cock-ring. Slipping her skirt up in the traffic jam was risky, but being surrounded on three sides by big rigs, she was fairly safe. She slipped her cock out of her stocking and pulled the cockring down its length. If she had been hard, it would have been impossible, but in her semi-soft state, she could do it. There, that should hopefully prevent any slipups as she walked through work. Tucking her semi-hard dick back into her stocking she settled in her seat, then vibration changed as she hopped her BMW forward a few feet. Halen fidgeted again. If things didn’t move soon, she would have to call in. Oohhh,! Let’s go sooOOn! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Halen had called in, telling her subordinates she would be slightly late. (the phone system had the ability for her to leave messages) She didn’t realize exactly how late. Almost two hours. The jam had been in the worst possible spot for her, trapping her on a bridge over the Connecticut River for almost an hour alone. Fucking idiot drivers. Rushing to drop off her things, she winced as her overfull balls jiggled with a hard step. She would have to wait on her usual morning routine, as one thing she had promised upon being hired was her “special needs” wouldn’t compromise her need to be at meetings. She shifted her breasts when she was in her office, the corset giving her a pinch, this one was one of her older ones. Probably due for a replacement as it was a hair to small around the bust and her waist had slimmed up a hair due to her new exercise regime. Note to self: try that new style exercise bra… looks like it would support my girls a bit better. That new ‘core’ workout has‘em bouncing a bit too much. Need new corsets for work… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Halen barely made it through the meeting without fidgeting too much. But the real reason for her discomfort was the way her boss Mrs. Carson kept glancing at her throughout the meeting. Which in Halen’s honest opinion was just something she shouldn’t have to attend. The boring nature however gave her time to try and relax a bit. Hard to do when your balls felt like overripe fruit about to burst with their juice. Halen fidgeted again, taking a note in her binder about a conference coming up in two weeks. 3D printers and rapid prototyping. Something she was very interested in getting for her nerds. Wouldn’t it be nice to rapid prototype a home C-press? Halen jerked her thoughts back to the present just in time to give a quick reply to whether or not she wanted to attend the conference. Which her reply was an unqualified “yes!” of course she coached it a bit differently. Not that she was a techno-geek. Nope not at all. Soon enough the meeting was over. And Halen was very much looking forward to getting things a little less pressurized downstairs. “Ms. Quint?” Damn.Damn.Damn.Damn.Damn. “yes Ms. Carson?” oh please be a good boss, oh please, oh please, ohPleasePleasePleasePlease…. “I need to talk to you about your trip to the conference, meet me in my office in fifteen.” Godsdamnit. OOOOO Halen gingerly sat down in front of her boss thirty minutes later. Her overfull sack gently hung over the forward edge while she sat straight. This also gave the impression she was paying full attention. Ms. Carson opened the private meeting, “So what do you think about the idea of getting a new 3D printer for your department? I’m not all that sold on the idea.” Halen had somewhat anticipated this, and launched into a full spiel on how it would improve productivity, ease setbacks in design, and other improvements to workflow. Ms Carson looked sold after Halen finished speaking. “Good enough then. I’ll back you when it comes time to make the purchase.” the older woman made a note, then fixed Halen with a solid stare, “Now..” Halen immediately froze at the tone of commanding inquisitiveness. “Why are you fidgeting about like a caffeinated Chihuahua?” Halen’s balls twitched as her thoughts centered on them and their fullness. She decided to answer ms Carson’s question truthfully but obliquely, “When I was hired, I had to promise I would not let my ‘special needs’ prevent me from attending any ‘required’ meetings.” Halen’s face was absolutely glowing due to embarrassment, but previous experience told her that trying to completely hide her issues was a no-go. Plus being her boss and a fairly intelligent woman, it was just better to get it done and over with. Futa’s finally didn’t have to worry about being fired on discovery, as long as they followed the rules. Thanks to the new laws. Ms Carson looked confused, then her eyebrows shot upwards. “And your special needs…?”Halen’s face was flaming, “Require an early trip to the third floor at least once a day.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Caroline Carson stared in shock at the stacked, curvaceous, and gorgeous, Futanari, in front of her. The thing was you couldn’t tell… she just Looked like a model, a perfect “female” model. Yet if the required drugs ever stopped working, the blushing woman in front of her would go on a raping spree bent on impregnating as many wombs (or assholes) as she could. Then something clicked, she had said it required a daily trip to the special rooms… and she had come in late…ohh jeeez!. No wonder the woman was fidgeting like a hyper kid! Her balls must be ready to explode by now if she needed a daily trip! “oh dear… if I had know I would have found a way to excuse you from the meeting! You must be about ready to explode…” Caroline was cut off by her phone ringing. “excuse me a moment.” she recognized the callers number. Thirty second later she put down the phone and opened her e-mail. “oh boy..” Her whisper was barely noticed by the manager of Experimental. But it was noticed. “ummm…” ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Halen was really feeling a bit under pressure, so suffice to say she really didn’t want any more problems between her and her daily task. Which by her count was almost three hours overdue. Ms Carson looked Like she had some bad news. And godsdamnit, it was going to keep her full wasn’t it? ~~~~~~~~~~~~ The business wing had a problem, an accounting problem. An accounting problem that required immediate attention. An accounting problem, and you guessed it, required her and her bosses immediate attention. CraaaAAaap Lawyers, Federal Agents, and Accountants swelled the room. Apparently her predecessor had taken some liberties with the funding. The only reason the accountants had found out was Halen had submitted her report just three days ago. Citing an over-funding of her dept. Having absolutely no handle yet on anything, she was in the clear. In fact, her predecessor had mucked so many things up that it was beginning to look like he was getting a nice six by eight by eight room in the future. Ms Carson was furious, the director of engineering was cutting his vacation shorter. (a longish weekend.) and was on his way back. All in all, Halen was glad for a couple of things. One was her cock-ring. That had prevented quite a few problems. Second was her boss had sat next to her and kept an eye out, letting her relax a fraction. But that had had its own issues. Whatever perfume Mrs. Carson was wearing was having a natural effect on Halen. She couldn’t decide if it was mangos or apples, but whatever the fruity mix was, it was definitely telling her balls to produce more, or so it seemed, after an hour of sitting. Halen’s nuts felt huge. Like, super huge. She shifted slowly and felt their weight shift around. She could almost feel the slosh. Although as tightly stuffed as they were that would be impossible. Her dick had reached a super semi-soft state due to her cock-ring. That trick was saving her from the embarrassment of a monster tent pole. She only hoped her body didn’t decide to start leaking excitedly. Dribbling pre like a leaky faucet… mmm Halen jerked her mind back to the problems at hand. Like how the accountant across from her seemed to be nervous as heck. Maybe she had been in charge of keeping track? But that seemed to be the older gent down the table. Apparently he had been slacking off. And was now getting chewed out. Her eyes followed the curves of the younger woman. She had nice flowing blond hair, warm green eyes, and… holy crap. Focus! Halen jerked her eyes to the notepad she was filling up with quick notes. At least a part of her brain was focused on the right stuff. Even though it was on autopilot. Her mind went back to her nuts, they were so bloated with jizz it felt as if they took up the entire backs of her thighs in this position. Her dick was a physical log, pushing its way down her right leg. At least her long skirt went past her knees, or anybody would see the massive shlong. Maybe Mrs Carsooonnn holy shit!... It was a loooong meeting. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ As soon as the meeting was over she boogied for the elevator. Walking slowly however as the motion was churning her nuts like a bag of gel. And those first few steps had warned her against anything faster. As soon as she hit the elevator Ms. Carson got on too, and Halen automatically pressed the button. “boy you must really be ready.” the quiet voice made her double-check which one she had pressed, and wouldn’t you know… third floor. “I am truly sorry…” “No. no. don’t be. Its fairly obvious now that I know what to look for.” the buxom older woman interrupted, “You really do need to go.” Halen caught the half smirk and immediately flushed pink again. The older woman continued, “Now you go get things taken care of properly.” with that Halen nodded like a caught schoolgirl with her teacher, as the smirk went to full grin on the attractive older woman. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Caroline watched as the busty futa walked down the hall, and with a start noticed the large lump that teased the back of her skirt with the nearly mincing steps. As the doors shut on the elevator she realized what that lump could possibly be, and knew right then she would have to take some personal time for herself this evening. She must have one glorious cumshot… I wonder if…. Oooh naughty… ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Halen rounded the corridor and swung her ID at the scanner. Only to top dead on the other side of the door. A very harassed looking technician looked up at her. Then turned white. Halen put her mind back to work and checked the door for an out of service sign. Of which there wasn’t any. Then turned her head back to the very nervous looking younger man she approached. Allowing the door to close and latch behind her. Obviously there was only one reason for her to be in this cordoned off area, so what was he doing here? Obviously he wasn’t one of the “people of special needs.” So she asked the obvious question, yet was fairly nice about it, “What the heck is going on?” the ‘why are you here’ was implicit in her tone. “um, the C-press was hacked, uh, ma’am.” “hacked.” Halen’s flat tone was marginally warmer then ice. Her face said however, I swear I will fulfill all of those stupid urban online legends if you don’t start talking… She could almost see the panic rising in the young techs eyes. After all, Halen let her eyes wander down, He did have a cute butt. Almost voluptuous… She let the lust she was suppressing come up a little bit. The pills only did so much ya know, and the all day stuffing hadn’t helped matters. She reached out and fixed his collar on his button down shirt. “Explain… Hacked.” of course she really wanted to know what was going on. A bit of judicious intimidation might help him be forthcoming. and be really, really fun… The young tech stared up into her eyes with barely suppressed panic. It didn’t matter if he tried anything, her enhanced sex drive could easily allow her to overpower him, no to mention the small fact that she worked out, and despite his slim looks, he did not. “I. uh. Oh shit. gulp um, ThereWasAHackingOftheSystem, Ulp ThisMorning.” she caught the run together words. His Adams apple worked beautifully as he swallowed, she wondered idly how it would feel if stuffed with a certain of hers body part. She pulled the short slim man close, pressing her ample cleavage against his body and drawing his chin up to rest in the valley of her breasts. And in case you were wondering, those laws that mandated these very rooms also forbade cameras. Treating them as sacrosanct as bathrooms. So the young man knew it would be a case of he said, she said, but it would only matter afterwards. So it wouldn’t help his ass right now. Quite literally. Those terrified eyes squeezed shut tightly, and he continued to speak, Halen got the jist of what he was saying through the run together words which jiggled her bountiful bosom so nicely. Apparently a couple of futanari had been seriously hurt. And he had been sent to make certain everything was in order here. He was also absolutely terrified. Practically sobbing into her tits. And oh gods it was making her so wett!! She could feel the drool from both bits downstairs. Her log painting the inside of her knee, her quim making a mess of her balls and crotch. Halen’s lust filled mind however was ruled by the logic and willpower that had gotten her through her initial change. As nice as it would be to rape his (possibly) poor little virgin butt and swell his belly full of her seed…. Umph that was an awesome mental picture. She wondered how big he would get. Focus Halen… She kept the young mans face in the valley of her cleavage, the power trip quite satisfying to the stacked futa. Her cock was trying to be rock hard, but only made it to semisolid. Her balls felt like watermelons about to burst. She brought his face up and looked him in the eyes, which he only opened after her command, “Open your eyes. Look at me.” he did. “So the system is down for how long?” he mumbled something. “What was that?” Halen got a good handful of his ass and pulled him against her. And plowed his face into her cleavage. A muffled one to two days came out. “oh damn.” she whispered. Then decided she had terrified the boy long enough. She lifted his terror filled and tear streaked face, “Aww poor baby, you’re all a mess.” she fished out a handkerchief and gently cleaned his face. “This has happened to you before, hasn’t it.” he nodded, “big bad futa walks in and catches you fixing stuff.” she pushed him against the nearby wall. Pinning him with her bust. She gently stroked his hair back into place. “Well, I guess today is your lucky day. Next time…” she kissed him full on the lips, and made certain it was gentle. “Put up an out of order sign on the door? Or a big bad futa might get you. Swell you up until you pop.” she kissed him again, then turned around and sauntered as fast as her overfilled jimmies would let her. Leaving one very relived young man staring at her backside. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Halen closed and locked her office door, in fifteen or so minutes she would be driving home. But first… she had to check something. And berate herself for what she had done to that poor tech. She slowly undid the belt around her waist allowing the skirt to fall down to the floor. She had placed a wall mirror to check herself before exiting her office, it gave her a good way to make certain after a normal early morning trip she didn’t have any spatters. Now she used it to check her sack… and boy howdy was it swollen. This was the longest she had ever gone without an orgasm. Even in her early days of her transformation, she had never gone this long. Never had the chance. Now she would have to go even longer due to the building shutting down soon. She didn’t want to be trapped because of some self pleasure, there were a lot of electronic locks she didn’t want to tangle with. But her balls, almost purple and angry looking, she reached back and confirmed their size. Her hand barely cupping the curve of them. Like a pair of overripe melons. She had never known if she would swell like this! As tender and gentle as she was her nuts were even more tender, sending a sharp yet lust filled reminder. Her Smartphone buzzed its alarm from her desk. Time to go home. Before she raped a security guard or something… There was a cute one on the tenth floor… Halen! Focus! Home! Now! ~~~~~~~~~~~~ The trip home was uneventful, save for another demonstration of her Beemer’s horsepower to another idiot who couldn’t drive. And the fact her balls hadn’t fit in their pocket all the way. Giving her a bit of an issue, she basically had to fix everything so her nuts were now in front, resting on top of her thighs. The new sensations from the rolling back and forth, while she worked the pedals had been distracting. She nearly didn’t stop for a red light… or three. But she had made it, getting home after stopping for drive thru Chinese. (genius! Who had ever thought of that needed a prize!) She scarfed the food as soon as she walked in the door, her stuff dropped willy nilly in a straight line for her kitchen. The Chinese hadn’t stood a chance, and she kinda had a pressing hurry. She would have skipped diner altogether. Except she was practically starving since skipping lunch for the money meeting. The she walked into her bedroom and shed her clothes in record time. The bathroom was next where she planned her release. Oh gods of man, her release. Halen got out a bottle of warming lube, and gently started to apply liberal amounts to her cockring. Slowly easing it off as her shaft filled up with blood in anticipation. She continued her slow and steady stroking as it finally reached the swollen head and popped off. She dumped it in the sink. Her hand didn’t make it all the way around, her lust fuelled day really doing a number. Her tower of meat soon reached its full size, forearm long and fist thick. Dark with her lust. Her mind flashed back to the tech in the C-press hall. His smooth baby face and round full butt. Ooo… what would it feel like if she had taken him? Forced him to bend over and take her full length up his tight ass? One hand stroked and teased her cock, while the other fondled her heavy tits. Pinching her nipples. Ohhhh…. She wondered if he would like it, like all those fantasies on the internet. Or if he would squeal and beg for her mercy, while she railed him like the bitch he was… would he be tight? Oh! A virgin! His first time and its not a pleasant one as she just rams her cock home. Mounts him like the alpha futa top she is. Stretching his asshole with her monster pole. Going for balls deep until those soft cheeks were pressed against her hips… then she would cum…. And cum… and keep cumming until he looked pregnant with her seed… The power fantasy triggered her orgasm like a tsunami, impossible to hold back. Swift in its strike. Her head snapped back as a guttural moan of release forced its way past her constricted throat. Her cum didn’t just spurt out. It fired like a stream from a super-soaker. Several long continuous blasts. Each arcing up in front of her to spatter the wall and mirror and sink. Several clatters occurred as the heavy blasts knocked things about. Or maybe she would woo him? Cuddle him up in her arms and kiss him all over? And he wants to give her his ass! Oohhh, and its such a nice ass. And he likes it… likes it when she presses deep. Hammering away as he holds onto the bed. Unable to do much but wait for her huge load to fill him up. While she pounds his tight asshole. Stretching him as he whimpers in pleasure… This load was less intense, but still shot off with enough force to spatter her sink. Which was now heavily marked by her spunk. And filled with the remains of her sink edge stuff. She chuckled throatily as she came down from the orgasm high. Halen licked her lips as the smell of her spunk filled the room. Ohh that was naughty! Maybe I can do it to him tomorrow? Go find him and fuck him until he begs for mercy? Uumm… Halen continued to slowly stroke her softening prick. The lube still warming the massive pole. Her balls tingled with the relief they felt. Her hand reached down and gave them a light rub. The gentle motion felt heavenly after the fullness of the day. Maybe I should just track him down, see if I can make up for this afternoon? The thought was a nice one. Offer a nice date or lunch on her tab. To be collected at a future date if he wished? With the receding lust going, Halen figured now was a good time to take her pill. She looked at the edge of the sink… “oh no…” it wasn’t there. “Oh no.no.no.no.no” she looked in the sink. She held up the now nearly empty bottle of very expensive and very necessary pills. Pills which needed a huge doctors note to get refilled. Pills that required blood work. Granted. She had a couple left. But still… Halen ran out into her kitchen with a now thoroughly covered bottle of pills. Buck naked, her huge tits jiggling and her cock swaying. And dialed her cell twice cause she was shaking so bad. no, cant do it, cant go without them again... Fuck fuckfuck. “Doctor Hine? Halen Quint. No I had a small accident and managed to dump some of my pills badly… yes , I’m available soon. Okay, umm three days, at normal dose. Six if I halve… umm are you certain?.. Uh huh. Okay.. Okay… yes, I can do twice a day at work. Okay, thank you. Bye-bye.” There was only one word she could use to sum things up. “Fuck.”
Chapter 2 - the begining	There was a time when the gods spent there time killing each other in wars that tore the very fabric of time and space. With each god armed with there powers and armies of followers, the universe was doomed to be nothing more than a battlefield of the gods. Then some smart arse invented a game fit for the gods, involving cards, dice and mortal lives at stake; in other words, everything that gods love in a game. The humble inventor, seeing what had happened to the inventor of chess, asked only that he was given as much gold as he could carry. This suited the gods and so they shrunk him to the size of a raisin and crushed him with a gold coin. So now they kill each other at this new game, and peace was restored for four hundred years and five minutes, (it took those four hundred years to figure out the rules, even now they still complain about some of them) as, no sooner they had begun to play as they fought over who went first. Each side (good and evil as usual) chose a side of the coin with the inventor on it, literally. (Evil chose first because A, they had the coin and B, they always went second.) We enter this story near the end of the 264,738,992,319th game. All the gods that had gotten there time in the sun (like Makuta, Thor, Osirus, Santa, khorne, etc.) and some that you may have not even heard of were defeated and all that was left in the game was Luccel and Athenea, two of the lesser gods and fate himself (the judge because no one argued with fate and won). Their moves were watched by almost every god, (except Poseidon who spilled his drink and didn’t clean up, the chaos gods for pissing everyone off, and the Steve because he couldn’t be bothered on a Saturday). Luccel (god of spontaneous combustion) placed four black tokens into the middle, and drew a card. It was a monstrous being that was on the card; it had sixty tentacles, all which grew back. A piece appeared on the table representing it. “Touché” called athenae, (goddess of enraged snakes) her hair writhed and rattled. She plucked a piece up and placed it next to the monster “Hera, the forest warrior” she explained, her snake head hair hissed with approval. Luccel burst in to flames on queue, and picked up the ornate crystal skull that held the dice in a hollowed out section that was the brain. He shook it and rolled three fives. Athenae placed the dice back into the cup and rolled four fives. “Beat that” she hissed pleasantly. “I will” crackled luccel.
Chapter 0 - 1	“Please rise for the Futa Anthem” said the principal on the intercom. Everyone, including myself rose to our feet to state our daily claim. “I pledge allegiance to Futa states of America. And to the dickgirls for which it stands, one nation under gaping pussies, indivisible, with gut fuck and creampie for all.” Then everyone sat back down and went back to their doings. “Hey Stacie!” Amanda, my friend said, turning around in her chair to talk to me. “What college do you want to take a field trip on?” At Futa high school, there was a program that allowed students to take a three day trip to their selected college and experience the college life and such. Although most futas that go just gut fuck the shit out of all the girls they can get their hands on. “Hmm” I said, tumbling through the list that the teacher gave us. “I think South Point College looks cool.” Amanda replied, “Aw man, I wanted you to come with me to this one” pointing to a picture in the list. “Ten minutes left girls” The teacher said, pointing to a spot at the desk. “Once you fill out your information and picked which college you want to go to, place the list right there please, we have weekly measurements to do remember?” At that, some girls got excited and started talking about their growth while scribbling in their choice of college. Some girls hated monthly measurements because of the bullies at school. “Oh, we should hurry!” Amanda said, rushing her pencil. “I’m excited to see of that new diet of mine helped.” I was exited too because I also was trying a healthy diet. I hurried my choice, not knowing what college I picked I placed my sheet on top of the nest person and headed off to the nurses office for size checkup. “Great!” said the nurse. “It looks like you grew one centimeter. Keep up the work!” people must have finished long before I have, I thought, as I looked into the nurse’s office with a long line already. “Next!” I stepped along with the rest of the line when Amanda came running up to me. “Jeez there you were” she said, pouting. “you could have at least waited for me.” I retorted back saying, “Psh yeah, we would have been much further in the line if it weren’t for me holding us a spot.” Just then, the nurse screamed in surprise. “Oh my goodness Sophia your so big!” everyone turned their attention to the nurse’s desk to see what was going on. There, Sophia was, waist bottom naked, with a monster cock jetting out from her legs. That’s what brought everyone to life. “Oh my god shes huge!”, “Isn’t she the transfer student?” was what everyone we’re muttering about. “Hey Stacie, she’s bigger than the president isn’t she?” Amanda asked, her eyes unable to pry away from that monster cock. I also couldn’t help but be astonished, “She looks like she’s fucking nineteen inches!” I said, jealously, my own cock being totally shamed at ten inches. “Nineteen and a half stupid” Sophia snorted while walking by. “This school is absolute trash. Back at my other school we we’re hung as fuck. You guys are like nothing.” Everyone was taken aback at that statement, anger and jealous rising within us. “Sheesh, what’s up with her?” I asked, pointing my thumb back. After a long day at school, I was finally back at home. “Hey mom I’m home!” I said, while closing the door on the way in. My mom and I were super close; we knew everything about each other. “Hey honey, I’m glad you came home safe. How was school?” mom said, taking her apron off. I set my backpack aside and slumped down on the couch. “Psh this fucking girl at my school was being a braggy bitch.” I said, folding my arms. My mom came into the living room that I was in. “Now Stacie, you know I don’t like you swearing. Now, what happened?” mom came sitting down next to me. “Well first of all she went around bragging about her cock size to everyone and how we were all small compared to her other school.” I said, my anger showing. ‘Giggle’ expecting mom to comfort me I turned to her in disbelief. “Ahah sorry honey, that was just too funny.” Mom said, “So the problem is that you’re not big enough huh? Well, don’t be worried baby, you’re a late bloomer, it’s in our DNA” mom brought her arms around mine. “Back when I was a kid I was nearly three times smaller than you!” I turned to look at mom straight, startled. “But you’re like twenty seven inches. How is that possible?” I asked. Mom came and gave me a comforting kiss on the cheek. “Don’t worry baby, that’s how our family’s genes work, I thing when you hit puberty, you’ll be so much more hung than me. Now, mom has to finish the dished. Thanks for sharing school today.” Mom said, taking a stand and heading off to the kitchen. I was lost for words at the moment, more hung than mom, not starting puberty yet; I had so many questions as I ran upstairs. Running into the bathroom, I closed the door behind me and locked the door. Standing there, my mind was in a daze. I decided to take off my clothes for a start. Grabbing the bottom of my shirt, I brought it up, tagging my small bra on the way. Once I took my shirt off, I grabbed my bra straps and pulled them off. “Why the fuck do I even wear a bra?” I asked myself, looking at the mirror. “It’s not like I’m even hiding anything anyways.” My breasts were so small that there was no jiggle at all whenever I jumped. That’s one of the reasons why I hated doing the weekly measurements, people always called me mosquito bite. Thinking so negatively, I almost forgot what mom said downstairs. “So I haven’t even gone through puberty yet huh?” I said, a little hope sparking within me. I mean, moms boobies are like G cups at least. Putting those thoughts aside, I started working my pants down. Using my thumbs on either side, zig-zagged my yoga pants down my well fit legs. My juicy ass and plump thighs being the only reason why my body looks even close to a seven out of ten in most people’s opinion. Finally taking my yoga pants all the way off, I took a deep sigh, relieved that I’ll finally be able to release my cock. Grabbing my boxers, I yanked them off in a hurry. Right away, I turned and looked at the mirror. “Psh” I said,’tsking’ in annoyance. “Mom’s so full of crap. Of course I went through puberty, this is all that I’m gonna be.” I said, looking at my four inch flaccid penis. I mean, if it made it any better, I was a grower. When I get hard I’m ten inches long and around two inches thick. “Fuck” I said, putting my clothes back on. “I don’t want to even jack off today.” Every day I unloaded my sperm from my egg sized balls, not wanting to overfill them. I might not have a big cock, in the futa world, but my loads were as viscous and copious as two monstrously hung hypers combined. Even mom knows this, not jacking off within a week or so means flooding a continent. Every day I walk by mom I always have a demonly stretched garbage bag so heavy, I need to ask four of my brothers to lift it off for me, we’re like that haha. I have seven brothers and I’m the only girl, well, half girl? That’s beyond the point. On a crazy good day, I’ve unloaded nearly ten of those garbage bags full of cum, I’m just glad that at school the weekly measurements doesn’t cover the cum load part, otherwise it would get messy. “Oh shit!” I said, totally forgetting about the trip to college tomorrow. “I need to start packing all my stuff. “Stacie let’s go!” Mom shouted upstairs. “I’ll be waiting in the car. We’re supposed to be there at eleven thirty.” I was still packing all my stuff in my room, making sure not to forget to grab a fat load of garbage bags and stuff them in my pack. I myself was in a rush, grabbing everything I deemed necessary and sprinted to the door. “The principal was very excited that you decided to choose that college for the trip” mom said. “Make sure to be on your best behavior while you’re there hun.” You obviously had to be a futa to go to a futa school, whether you’re hung as fuck or some little shrimp. Going to a futa school is like saying going to Harvard on steroids. Even the worst of the students is considered way above a Harvard graduate. If you’re a monster hung futa that can cum a tsunami as well as being the best student, your literally fucking untouchable in this world. The president will literally lick your feet and beg to suck you off all day like a whore. I had one of those in check, being a monster unleasher, despite my balls size. “C’mon mom, you know I’m like the best ever.” I said, laughing. Then it hit me, this monster uncomforting feeling between my legs that I knew all too well. I spread my legs as far as I could, leaving my balls as much breathing room as possible. I didn’t cum this morning, as a matter of fact; I didn’t masturbate yesterday as well! I was too down in the mud to notice my body. I’ve only allowed myself to go this far only a few times, each time leaving a demonly sized mess that not even three hypers could make. “Hey mom how longs the ride gonna be?” I asked, not trying to sound desperate. “Oh around three hours, not anything special. Why?” Mom replied. I was long dead before she was finished talking. “Ughh we’re finally here.” I said through clenched teeth, gripping anything I could get my hands on. My throbbing balls were aching for fresh air. “Make sure though, that you are respectful to everyone.” Mom said as we pulled to a stop in front of the school. Hastily I kissed mom on the cheeks, “C’mon mom I’ not like that. Love you.” I said, grabbing all my bags and rushing out of the car. VROOM. Looking over my shoulders, mom finally left. “Ughhhh” I moaned, stretching my legs as far as they would go. Honestly, I kinda wished I was a normal girl, well maybe not, but this pain is the worst. As I was stretching I felt my balls finally be able to droop down in their comfort position. I hated it when my balls were clenched to my body. My four inch flaccid penis started coming to life, renewed blood flooding unconsciously into my shaft. COUGH “Ehem” said someone as I turned around. The principal of the college was standing right behind me along with what seemed to be her assistant. My face got cherry red in a flash, embarrassment hitting hard right now. “Ahh sorry you had to see that haha. Nice campus here huh!?” I said, trying to play it off. My skin-tight yoga pants showing off quite a formidable bulge, threatening to tear away at clothes. “Welcome to our campus.” The Principal said, gesturing around. “I hope you will find your stay here exciting and fun. Jessica here will take it on form here and lead you around our campus.” And with that, the Principal trotted off, making me double check to see if she was purposefully pushing her ass out for me. “Uh Hey!” Jessica said, smiling and waving a hand. “I’m Jessica, you must be Stacie!” taking out her hand for a shake. “Principal Sharon was really horn- excited that you were gonna show up today, and I can see WHY----. Anyways, let’s get going shall we?” Jessica taking a quick peek at my outrageous bulge daring to rip my yoga pants. Grinning to myself, I followed behind her, completely in the full view of her juicy ass literally speaking to me right now. My balls were so dangerously filled that I had to bite my tongue along the whole way. “And here will be your room for the next three days!” Jessica said, grabbing a knob and swinging the door open. “Huh? Oh It seems Jordan is either in class right now or at the gym. She’s gonna be your roommate also. Don’t worry, we told her about everything a few days in advance, so she will be expecting your arrival. ” Jessica cooed, giving a look of reassurance. “Don’t worry, she’s like super cool with everything, you guys will get along quite well.” I took a step inside the messy dorm, looking down as I stepped on some clothes. Turning around, I wanted to say thanks for everything that she’s done today, but it looks like she dipped out. “Wow look at this mess!” I said, refocusing my attention to the room in front of me. Stepping wisely, I zig-zagged through the maze of clothes, trying to reach to my bed, or even the bathroom, yeah, the bathroom sounded good right now. My load was so fucking explosive; I don’t think a magnum ultra XXL garbage bag for futas could even hold my loads. Just thinking about my viscous flooding everything started getting me aroused, blood pouring into my flaccid cock. Just when I was about to take a turn over to the bathroom, I caught something bright in the corner of my eye. Looking towards what intrigued me, I spotted a pair of panties. “Hmm this must be, Jordan’s?” I said, questioning the name. I tiptoed through till I was atop of the prize. Grabbing the pair of blue panties, I huffed it up to my face. “This would be good fap materia-“ I stopped in my tracks. “Is this wet?” I questioned myself, grabbing my other hands and rubbing through the pussy cage, my eyes, glimmering in shock and joy at the feel of thick and sticky juicy slobbering my fingers. “Wa- Was she fingering her pussy to me?” I said, a tingly sensation flooding inside me. Looking at the bed on the other side, I scrambled around and jumped onto the bed, my cock so fucking hard right now. “Time to get daddy out” I said, naughtily. Using my thumbs, I hooked either side of my yoga pants and yanked it down my tender legs. My cock was so fucking full of blood that it was breaking the tension between ten inches and a half to eleven, although I was normally just ten inches, my fingers shyly approaching my beastly girth and wrapping around it, my fingers being so far from touching each other. “Ughhhh” letting out a fucking massive moan, I gently started stroking upwards, my shaft being so sensitive. I literally felt my balls churning the destruction of this whole room. My other hand went down to my balls as I found my pace for stroking daddy-sama. It was almost painful to touch my balls, they were so full. How were they even egg sized if I could unleash so much cum? I wondered to myself. “Fuckkkk” I said, coming back to my senses after my fat cock finally being recognized. “I, I need that garbag- Hng! Garbage bag” I splurted, my hand frantic in finding that life saver in my bag. “Where is it!??!” I screamed furiously, my orgasm nearing. Just then the door flustered open. “Haha yeah see ya girl. Call me!” Jordan said, walking in, her head aligning with the masturbation crazy girl right in front of her. We both, completely silent, started at each other for a good three seconds. “Ahhhh shit who are you?!?!” Jessica screamed, grabbing anything to fend me off. Seeing her act like this freaked me out as well. “AHHHHH” I yelled, covering up all my monster cock , nothing seeming to work. Such deep terror spooked my whole orgasmic pleasure to space. “Wait, wait!” Jordan said, calming down, dropping her hands full of tools. “You must be Stacie!” I stood there, collecting myself, my boner still raging a powerful storm. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry” I said, her wet panties sitting on my face. “Is that…uhh.. my panties?” Jessica said, her face cherry red when she remembered which one she was dirty in. I completely forgot about that! Grabbing the panties right away I pulled it off my face and threw it behind me. “Uhhh I think we got started off on the wrong foot.” I said, extending out a hand. Jessica, forgetting everything started laughing. I started laughing alongside her. It’s been nearly thirty minutes after the walk in incident and we kind of shrugged it off, leaving a quiet atmosphere. I would occasionally look back at her, my orgasm still not released. Her ass was so plump, must be from all that working out. She was still in her gym clothes and so I got a good view at her slender, well build back, fanning broadly to accommodate an hourglass shaped body. I was stuck in suck a trance, ogling all over her body that I didn’t notice Jessica stare right back at me. Flustered, I zoomed my focus back to my desk, not wanting to meet her glance a second time. “Hey” Jordan said, shyly over my shoulder. “I heard that you were a futa chick. Is…is it ok if I can…you know… see it?” surprised, I turned to face her, my face cherry red. “You want to see my cock?” I asked blankly? Jessica, unable to meet my gaze muttered, “uh-hu. I heard that futas were… you know… hung.” I snickered to myself, getting up I replied, “Ok. You can see my cock. But you take down my yoga pants yourself.” I stood up from my chair, my monstrous bulge pulsing in my yoga’s. Jordan, looking down, gulped and slowly got to her knees, her face daringly close to the pulsing lifeform. She looked up one more time for confirmation; my stern gaze reassuring her, there would be no other way. Slowly, Jordan grabbed each side of my yoga pants and started to pull down slowly, her eyes showing her anxiousness. Right when my yoga’s revealed the first sight of my base, her eyes lit up. I smirked at her curiosity, cock being the most familiar thing in a futa high school. As Jordan kept dragging my yoga pants down, her eyes widened after every inch it kept going down. Finally with a pop, my pulsing cock flung forward and smacked her right on the cheek. “Ouff” Jessica yelped, jumping back in surprise. I smiled at her and started walking forward. “How do you like it?” I asked, waving my cock in front of her face. “Its…its huge!” She replied, “How big is it?” I frowned, after all, I wasn’t even big, compared to some girls at my school. “I’m only ten inches, why are you even surprised at that?” I asked. “Most of the girls at my high school are anything above fifteen inches long.” Jordan’s eyes bulged in surprise at my crazy claim. “Anyways” I said, “What are you gonna do about this cock? You were the one who made me like this. You wouldn’t want me to be uncomfortable right?” Jordan shook her head, her focus on my fat cock, pre-cum pearling from all the orgasm denials. “Well then. It’s time for you to say hi to daddy. ” I said, grinning. I grabbed her head on each side as she fearfully looked up at me. My cock was so hard that it was nearly aiming right at her mouth. With a monstrous thrust, I slammed past her jaws and sank my cocks nearly seven inches deep in her pure throat, my cock nearly hitting her stomach. “Ughhh this is so much better than fapping.” I said, my head rolling back. Pulling out slowly, my cock was already wet with all her saliva and my pre-cum. Thrusting back in, I pounded inch after in of my explosive cock into her mouth until I hit balls fucking deep. “Hnggg I’m gonna cu-“ I said, coming back to my senses and pulled out, leaving a thick gape down her whole throat. Grinning I said, “No not just yet. I want to destroy your pussy.” I grabbed Jordan by the shoulders and threw her onto her own bed. Grabbing her folded knees, I split apart her legs like the red sea, thick juicy flowing out of her pussy. I grinned at the sight, “You want me in you?” I asked. Jordan could only nod, her jaws numb from a hard facefuck. Slapping my fat cock against her body, I grabbed her waist on either side and shoved my cock in as far as I could go. “Fuckkkk” Jordan said, her head lolling back, my thick ten inch cock splitting her walls open so wide, I doubt her pussy would look normal after this. I sank down on her body in a missionary and started gut fucking her brains out. Pre-cum was splashing out of my cock at this point, so much cum was built up, my pre was so copious. “Ugh Ugh Ugh” Jessica moaned harshly after every one of my thrusts. My pre-cum was literally bloating her belly, there was so much. I felt a monstrous orgasm was approaching as I kept thrusting. “ohhh fuckk your pussy is tight as fuc- HNGG” I moaned, hilting every inch of my fat cock deep in her pussy, my head slamming past her cervix as I came hard. The flood gates opened into her body as the first load came rushing out, flooding her whole womb as if three months overdue. So much cum came from that shot that it came gushing out of her pussy and spilled all over the bed. I kept moaning and thrusting as the second load came bigger than a tsunami and merged with the first load, creating a whirlpool of thick pudding cum in her belly. Cum came flooding out of her pussy by the gallons at this point as I bit her bare nipples hard my third load rushing out. The third load was nearly three times as viscous and copious as the first two loads put together. Jordan was completely unconscious at this point now, not even pornstars that were trained to take mega hypers loads could even fathom of taking mine. My third load completely flushed out all the first two loads out of her womb and gushing out onto the bed, leaving us in a nearly seven inch thick pudding load of cum. My balls still felt so as I kept cumming, all the cum on the bed spilling down onto the ground. I rolled my head up as I splashed my fourth load into her body, each load getting thick and more copious then the next. The bed was splattered with a fourteen inch thick load of cum piling around the source of the leakage, the ground was starting to mound up with all the cum. I came my sixth and seventh and eighth and ninth shot, not giving a fuck whether she lives from this or not, her belly looking like she had seventeen overdue babies by this point and I was just starting my cum load. Flooding wasn’t even the right word for the amount of cum flooding into her womb and out of her pussy. Feeling my balls finally being under control, I gave my final cum load that toppled her whole belly over, splashing onto the ground that was nearly two and a half feet high with thick gooey cum. I sighed a beautiful sigh, pulling out of her still gushing pussy, my cock completely lost in opaque viscous cum. I snickered at the sight of my vast cum load. “This bitch is so fucking weak, can’t even taking a gut fucking cum load.” I said, as I got off the bed, waddling in my own precious cum. Even I couldn’t believe how much I loaded out. The cum was most thick where I just fucked her, but the cum reached all the way to the end of the dorm where the door was and it was still a strong ten inches off the ground. I would not recommend you to try to swim in that, my cum is literally as thick as fucking glue, it would fucking clog up your throat. I finally reached the kitchen and opened the fridge, got orange juice and drank. “Yes I assure you; your daughter had a very… fun time here.” The principal said, prying a smile. “We welcome your daughter to come again.” My mother looked at me and smiled, “Thank you Sharon. My daughter has always been a respectful little thing, isn’t that right.” Mom patted me on the back, reassuringly. “Now! Let’s head home shall we?” I nodded at that, not wanting to stay here any longer before the beans get spilt. Hurrying into the car, I took a refreshing seat for once. After that first cum tsunami, I don’t know what came over me but it felt like my balls started to mature up. The other two days, I did nothing but get to know chicks and flood their whole dorm. I could easily count sixteen chicks I shredded apart. Balls feeling spent, I took a good nap in the car. “Wake up honey. Breakfast is ready” Mom said, only in the corner of my mind. That night I was dreaming of the same shit I did back at college, flooding bitches. I woke with a drowsy sight, my body tired from some serious fucking. “Mmm” I moaned, trying to remember what I was dreaming about. Then something dark and dangerous surrounded my vision. “AHHh” I screamed, at looking a monster figure under the bed sheets. Slowly peeling my blankets off my body, I soon realized it was just my morning wood. I laughed it off, but then, something clicked in me. Since when was I this big? Rushing to the bathroom, I closed the door behind me. I contemplated on what to do. Deciding to take off my PJ’s, I wanted to take a look at my bare skin. “Holyyy shittt” I said agape. There, standing before me, my cock, which I would soon find out, measured at fourteen inches, nearly two and a half inches thick. My balls were just a tad bit bigger. I got excited, jumping up and down, I realized, this must be what mom was talking about! I took off my shirt to see if anything changed there. NOTHING. I was fuming around my bathroom. Running down to mom, my pants still off, I asked, “Hey mom! You were right! I haven’t gone through puberty yet.” Mom nearly jumped at the complete sight of me almost naked right in front of her. “Stacie what’s with no clothes?” Mom asked, raising an eyebrow. “No time for that” I replied, “Look at this!” pointing at my grown member. “And I wanted to ask one more thing about this puberty. Why is it that my cock grew in such a massive bulk, but my tits haven’t grown a damn?” Mom, collecting her thoughts, began rubbing her chin. “Hmm, there was one thing I didn’t tell you about the puberty it seems.” Her thought growing long, “There is the monstrous growth of hormones in your body that’s true, but I think your hormones specialize in you cock only. You’re gonna be so fucking hung after your puberty is over.” Mom said finally and bluntly. “Fuck”
Chapter 1 - the catch of a life time	The bar was closing as ferrion left with tonight's catch, a young buxom daemonette Chapter 1 The bar was closing as Ferrion left with tonight's catch, a young buxom daemonette. She wore nothing but two belts, one round her breasts and one round her waist that had tassels that dangled so that it gave the impression that she might have been wearing a boob tube, and a very short skirt. She had many jewels on, including studding on her long, elegant horns. With all the looks of a harem of succubae, she had gaze into ferrion's eyes with lustful intention. They arrived at ferrion's place and, as ferrion sat down, the fun began. She removed her top with ease, being that she had only to unclip it, and knelt before ferrion, undoing his trousers. Her lips consumed his penis, as she slowly sucked on his ever growing knob. He moaned with pleasure as her forked tongue caressed his already swallowed penis, he lips already at the base of the dick. He grasped the back of her head as she fellated him, pushing her to deep throat him. She removed her head from her crotch and placed his throbbing cock between her luxurious tits, caressing his penis smoothly with her voluptuous tits until he ejaculated all over her face. She licked his manhood clean of his cum and began to crawl up him, takng her lower belt off. “This shall be a night you'll never forget” she whispered seductively into his ear. He poked her vagina with his cock, regaining it's hard on. “Nether shall you” he whispered in turn. He plunged his hard-on deep into her womb, caressing her tits as he did. She moaned with pleasure of the hugeness that was his dick, and cried out with pure emotion when he began to slide it in and out. In and out it went, gaining speed with every push until, finally, he climaxed and pulled his manhood out and coated her pussy, tits and belly with his love juice. “That, was, the best” he breathed. “Wanna do it again, big boy? Your cock seems to.” She asked, seductively “Not, now; I need to rest a bit. Get cleaned up and put something on.” He panted; their love-making had left him breathless.
Chapter 0 - 1	Chloe never put too much thought into her sexuality, before. It was hard enough for her to find someone to hang out with, let alone bump uglies with. Straight, bi, gay, those were all just labels to her. And If there was one thing you could count on about Chloe Price, it was her willingness to rebel against fitting into something. Even if her attraction to women was all but set in stone, but hey, it never hurt to keep your options open. But Rachel went and blew all that stuff apart. There were no caveats or exceptions to Rachel. Now there was just Rachel and how Chloe felt about her. Rachel just... did something for Chloe. It was like a puzzle piece that finally clicked and snapped into place. Her stepdad, mom, all that dumb shit that was holding her down just didn't seem to matter as much anymore. Her life was made better solely with Rachel’s inclusion in it. But underneath that edgy, punk exterior, Chloe was still a self-conscious, nervous teenager. She didn't know when or if she would ever be able to tell Rachel how she felt. It was never the right time; she didn't want to jeopardize their friendship, etc. Just a whole bunch of really lame excuses that Chloe beat herself up over later, often when she was alone at night, wondering what it would be like to wake up to someone like Rachel Amber. Well, that was until miss Rachel Amber asked if she was down for staying overnight on Friday, up in a motel room all paid for and everything. That lit a fire under Chloe’s ass real quick. Chloe wasn't sure if this was some kind of booty call or a romantic confession, which would then be followed by them fucking. Rachel was a free spirit that could be hard to figure out at the best of times, let alone with how hush-hush she was being about this whole thing. Chloe was just trying to play it by ear and go along with Rachel’s flow. Her dad once warned her about not getting too carried away about some things, but she couldn't care less right now. Chloe wanted to get swept up by Rachel, to get caught up in the best thing going in her life. Rachel Amber was her everything. Rachel cared about her, and Chloe would have done anything for her. ‘Okay. C’mon, play it cool. Play it cool.’ Chloe was out on the second floor, standing in front of Rachel’s motel room for a while now, trying to compose herself. The last thing her fragile ego needed right now was for her to go in and immediately make a complete tit of herself. Chloe musters up all her courage and ‘give no shits’ attitude and knocks on the door. Chloe spent a lot of her life waiting for the other shoe to drop, for some kind of catch or trick to things. But even then, she never made it a habit to lay back and kowtow to anything. Her own insecurities could go fuck off. Rachel was different. This was different. It would be alright. Rachel opens the door. “Hey, Chloe!” “H-Hey yourself, Rachel.” Rachel grabs Chloe’s arm and pulls her in, quickly shutting the door behind them. “I’m so sorry for kind of springing this on you. I was just sitting around when it just sort of came to me. I realized tonight would be so much better if you were here with me.” The tips of Chloe’s ears start to burn. “N-Nah, its-totally cool. I don't mind.” Rachel goes for a hug and holds Chloe tight. Chloe doesn't want to ruin a good thing but can't help but ask. She needs to hear it out loud, to get that validation from Rachel. “But, you know a lot of people, right? Why did you pick me?” Rachel relaxes her embrace just enough to give herself room to look up at Chloe’s face, giving Chloe an up close and personal look at those pretty hazel eyes Rachel had, the same ones she tried to not get lost in when they were just hanging out. However, there was a weird look to them tonight, something... off. “Cause you’re my best friend, Chloe. I figured you’d be really chill about this. And I thought... it would be even more fun doing this if I was doing this with you.” Chloe's heart couldn’t help but drop a little. So this was a hookup? Still, she’d be a complete moron to not take the chance to bang her crush. “Y-Yeah, I’m down. I’m down to try anything with you.” “I know you are. That's what I love about you.” ‘Love?!’ “Chloe, I could really use you right now…” Knock~Knock There was someone at the door, and god did Chloe never feel the urge to kill someone more than she did right now. “Ooh, he’s here.” “...He?” Did-Did Rachel order a pizza or something? Chloe wasn't too hungry, but she could eat. A little wining and dining with Rachel before they got into it sounded pretty sweet. Rachel opens the door, and Chloe starts to feel something in the pit of her stomach when the guy walks in, and he wasn't holding any food. That's when Chloe noticed the letterman jacket and the stupid smirk he had. It was one of the football meatheads from school. She couldn’t place the guy’s name. She scrutinizes his face to try to remember anything about him. A memory does start to bubble up to the surface. It was the first time she took her beat-up old truck to school. A couple of dipshits were nearby and offered to help give her clunker a nice new coat of paint, as long as she didn't mind getting a little white and wet herself. Which was when Chloe leaned out the window to curse them all out, which, come to think of it, was also probably how she ended up getting stuck in detention all that week. This guy was definitely one of those shitheads. “Heeeeey Rachel! How's it going?” The jock notices Chloe. “And you brought one of your whore friends along too? Damn! You really fishing for that tip, aren’t you?” The teen guffaws and laughs at his own comment before locking the door. Chloe was confused. Jock guy seemed to know Rachel, and pretty well it seems to talk to her like that. But would Rachel really know someone who treated her like that? The guy keeps on trucking with his lack of class as he shoves a hand up Rachel’s shirt and starts groping her chest. “Really? No bra?” There goes that sleazy smile again. Rachel rolls her eyes. “Well, maybe I would have thought to bring something nice If I knew you wouldn't just tear it up.” What the hell was this!? Was... Was this a three way? Did Rachel have a boyfriend? She did ask Chloe if she had an open mind... But they had been hanging out for a while now. Surely at some point, Rachel would mention having a boyfriend. And was Rachel really this submissive in the bedroom? She just didn't seem the type. It didn't make sense. None of this was making any goddam sense! Meathead and Rachel make their way to the bed. They sit at the edge, and without a word, start to make out. Football douche shoving his tongue down her Rachel’s mouth. Chloe felt like throwing up. Her heart was sinking like a fucking stone, and that’s when Rachel saves her. Like Chloe always knew she would. Rachel puts her hands up to the jock’s chest and pushes him away. “Woah there, big boy. You got the cash? “Yeah, yeah. Like I’d come see you without it.” Money! Money! Chloe’s mind flew forward and clung to those words like a drowning sailor to a hunk of driftwood. Rachel was in bad with some people. That's what this was. Maybe she owed money to them. Maybe this asshole even had dirt on her. This wasn’t her. She was being forced to do this! Chloe’s brain was making leaps so large that the school’s track star, whose jizz happened to still be leaking out of Rachel’s snatch since lunch today, would have been jealous. But Chloe had to. It was the only way she could stay sane. The only way to keep Rachel in the light. To keep the dirty whore that was her love, pure and right in her eyes. The pretty little lie works into overdrive as football jock spreads his legs and leans back. Rachel gets off the bed and starts to squat down sensually, perking up her ass and giving Chloe what would've been a hella hot show if they were anywhere else. Rachel slowly drags one hand down his chest and the other unbuttoning her top. And Chloe knew this was far from the first time Rachel had done this. “Hey Chloe, come down here with me. What? You never blown a dick before?” “What, me? Uh-Uh no. Don’t… really make it a habit of mine.” She comes up with a lie to try and relate and make it less awkward. “My uh-last boyfriend kept... asking for it, but I said no.” “Ooh, Chloe, you’re purer than I thought. Trying to save something for the wedding night? Come on. You gotta try it with me. Trust me. You’ll love it.” Jock snorted. “Yeah, you’re in luck. Rachel is one of the best bitches around at giving head.” “Only one of?” Rachel looks back up at him. “If you wanna be the best, you’re gonna have to try a little harder, slut.” Rachel doesn’t tear her gaze from him. “Chloe, what do you think? I think I do wanna do it. I wanna do it harder.” Money. Money. Money. Blackmail. Rachel needed help, needed her help. This was all an act. It had to be. The desperation in Rachel voice all but said it out loud. It was the voice of a girl who was in deep and was getting coerced into dragging her friend into this. Someone like that was definitely getting screwed over by people who didn’t take no for an answer. So for Rachel’s safety, Chloe acquiesced. Chloe follows Rachel’s lead and starts to crouch down with her. The sight of Rachel’s tits, half-covered by loose flannel, giving Chloe quite a view. Yeah, she was making the right move, as bad as the circumstances may have been. At least that’s what she tried to tell herself. “Here. I’ll show you.” Rachel leans forward and pulls down the jock’s zipper. She slides her fingers in and, slowly, like unfurling the ribbon on a gift, pulls his cock out. The guy was only about a half chub, but Chloe could tell this dude was huge. Dear god, why did his cock have to be so big? Chloe seizes up and tries to gain some kind of control over the situation. She glares at the jock with a face too panic-stricken to give her words any sort of venom. “If… If you say one word about this to anyone-!” He rolls his eyes. “Pfft, speak for yourself. Fuck knows what Rachel would do all day if she couldn't whore herself out to all the guys. If we didn't get the word out, she’d probably be stuck charging fugly lesbos like you.” “Hey, hey, there's no need for you two to fight. We’re here for some fun. Right, Chloe?” ‘Are-Are you taking his side!?’ Rachel gives Chloe the most pleading and starving eyes. Eyes Chloe can only interpret as a desperate plea to calm down and not make him angry, and not the snap remanding her for talking like that to the latest stud she hooked that it really was. Rachel grasps the jock’s penis and tugs it back and forth, back and forth, until he reaches full mast. For some extra unneeded encouragement, she even snakes a hand around Chloe and below her tank top and bra to start fondling her boob. Rachel’s fingers feeling so good on Chloe’s skin that she could almost forget why they were doing this on the dirty carpet. Rachel's hand slips back out and goes for Chloe’s throat before sliding up. She digs her digits onto Chloe’s jaw and brings it down. Chloe had had her eyes closed in sheer pleasure from Rachel’s hand on her breast, so when she opened them, they were greeted by the sight of Rachel’s other hand guiding a fat cock right for her. From heaven to hell, the nosedive couldn't feel any worse. This couldn't be real. This whole night was a rollercoaster of a dream and nightmare. She was hoping this was the climax of it. Any moment now, she was going to jerk awake to an awful hangover and a naked Rachel in her arms. A moment that never came. All those times Chloe yelled at someone to go fuck off and choke on a dick seemed to coalesce and pay her back at once as the douchebag’s cock comes in her mouth. She wants to swallow her tongue to get it away from the thing. She wanted to pull her head away, bite down, anything, anything at all, but she was frozen in fear and disgust as his head and shaft run over her tongue. It's Chloe’s gag reflex that bails her out. Her body pulls back, and she coughs repeatedly. It was far too late, though. As she wracked her lungs, Chloe’s tastebuds couldn’t forget and would never forget the salty, bitter tang of a man’s penis. Rachel moves her hand from Chloe’s jaw to her back, rubbing it softly. It called Chloe back to last week. She had lost her stomach to greasy food and too much booze, and Rachel rubbed her back, comforting her as Chloe threw up in an alley. “It's okay, it's okay, here. Just take some deep breaths.” Rachel takes some to show her, and Chloe follows suit. She does as Rachel does until she’s able to come to her senses. Then she notices. Rachel was still stroking the guy's cock. While Chloe was heaving, Rachel hadn't missed one step in pleasuring the guy-No! No! Not still! Just started. Yes, yes, She just started right back up again. Rachel must have known Chloe had come back to her senses and gotten back into it. The last thing Rachel needed was for meathead to start getting mad. But even then, she still took a moment to try and soothe Chloe. Rachel was so good to her. Yes, yes, that must be what happened. Chloe just imagined it when she thought she heard Rachel laugh when she spat the dick out. Now it's Rachel’s turn to down a cock, and damn if Rachel didn't make sure she earned every cent she was getting. She rolls her tongue around and circles the jock’s cockhead. Then she drops lower, so the jock is treated to the sight of his dick looming over her as she takes several licks at the bottom of his shaft. Rachel returns to her original position and, with half-lidden eyes, parks her lips at the tip of his penis. Meathead gets the message and clasps his hands around Rachel’s head, and in one brutal motion, shoves her down the base of his penis. Jock fucks Chloe’s mouth like a goddam piston. Rachel makes choking noises but she doesn’t move to resist. Her throat was as well worn as her pussy for hard cock. And Chloe can do nothing but just sit there and watch the woman of her dreams get her mouth fucked like the cheap slut she was. He lets go, and Rachel takes her lips off his cock with a pop. Rachel puts a hand down over Chloe’s fingers and balls it to make a fist. “Just clench your hands. It helps suppress your gag reflex.” It was Chloe’s turn again. Rachel grabs Chloe’s head and brings her all the way down to the hilt without a hint of mercy. Its all too much for a teen as inexperienced and unwilling as Chloe, and she tries to get off to no avail. Rachel’s grip is too strong. Chloe’s only recourse is to focus on Rachel’s words, so she tightens her fists as hard as she can. Not enough to have to contend with the taste and drastic spike in having to go from a few inches to the whole thing, Chloe now has more to deal with. The jock’s heavy ballsack and hairs hanging down and tickling her chin. Her nose forced right up and nestled into his pubes, taking in thick whiffs of his musk with each inhale. It was with the bitter taste and smell of a man’s penis hammering her did Chloe became 100% certain what she was already 99% sure about. Chloe was gay. What a way to be sure. Chloe closes her eyes and stops fighting. She wants so desperately for this to be over that she concedes to her mouth rape. Someone took notice and grabs a fistful of hair and has her mouth viciously start fucking the cock. Chloe couldn’t even tell whose hands they were. She was done. Several minutes past as the only things she struggles for are inhales of air and tears that wouldnt stop prickling her eyes. That's when the guy’s breaths become quicker and more shallow. And what exactly she asked for dawns on her. ‘No! No!’ It was Rachel. She keeps Chloe down the base and doesn't let go. And with one last groan, the jock starts to cum. One thick load runs down Chloe’s throat when Rachel pulls Chloe’s head back just enough. If her friend thought she’d be able get out of this without tasting cum she was dead wrong. Rachel only keeps the head in so Chloe’s mouth can still be assaulted full force with a load of salty jizz. Rachel rips Chloe off the dick then and starts to jerk it furiously, trying to eke out some last spurts onto their faces and her open mouth. He finishes, managing to still get quite a bit of it on them and in Rachel’s mouth as she hoped. She huffs and moans like she just came herself but it still wasn't enough for her. She twirls Chloe around and brings their lips together. Rachel kisses and tongue fucks Chloe’s mouth about as hard as the cock just had. Rolling and snowballing the foul load between them. It was her first kiss with Rachel, and Chloe didn’t get any satisfaction from it. All she can feel and taste is semen. The kiss breaks, and Rachel faces the jock and rolls her tongue out, showing off the lack of his seed there to contrast the pale streaks on her face. Chloe can’t see any of this. She has her head down and is crouching. Coughing and retching as if each one would take away a second that she had a man in her mouth. The jock hikes his zipper up and gets off the bed. He shoves a hand down a pocket and throws some bills onto the floor, not even bothering to count. “Fuck, that was good. See you around Rachel. And tell your dyke she’s welcome back anytime.” He says as he leaves. “You hear that, Chloe? See, it wasn't so bad. You did great! Not bad for a first-timer.” She picks up the bills and starts to straighten and count them out. “He even gave us a tip! We got a whole $80!” ‘$80?’ “I’d say we go 50/50, but I’ll take a little extra. Think of it as a one-time finder’s, tutoring, and housing fee. Don't worry. We’ll do 50/50 next time.” ‘Next time?’ There was no malice in Rachel’s tone. Rachel said it like a private joke between a clique of gossiping girlfriends. Chloe’s mind was a mess on par with her face. She could hardly put together what kind of girlfriends they were. All she knew was as bad as it was. She wanted to kiss Rachel again. Chloe pries her eyes open enough to catch the money she’s earned. 30$. Chloe Price sold her mouth, her dignity, and self-respect for thirty bucks. What was that, one maybe two shirts? Three hours flipping burgers? She and Rachel once joked that hooking was a way better option then being a basic wage slave, but the reality didn't seem to bear that out. How bad was Rachel? H-How much money did she need to be free? Rachel gets up and stretches her back. “Hey, you wanna hop in the shower with me.” She rolls her eyes. “Guys are all about seeing you covered in jizz, but only if it's there’s. Go figure. Ah well. The next guy’s money is just as good as this one’s. Besides I could go for an excuse to take off our clothes.” Chloe wanted to grab the nearest trash can and hurl. She looks up through bleary and uncoordinated eyes to see Rachel looking down at her expectantly. Chloe blinks rapidly and coughs some more. Hoping that maybe she could pull off her hurt expression as her gag reflex acting up again. Chloe’s brain reboots, and her denial rears back and screams. This wasn’t Rachel’s fault. This wasn't her choice. Rachel needed this money. Rachel's prostitute act may have been welded on so tight it might as well have been her face. But thats all it was, an act. Just cause Rachel was trapped in this hell, didn't mean Chloe couldn't help pull her out of it. Wasn’t that a saying? That a hell together was better than a heaven alone? And besides, it wasn't all that bad, was it? It wasn't that bad. There's no reason to make Rachel feel bad or let her know how confused and violated Chloe felt. She took Rachel’s hand and got up on shaky, wobbly legs. Trying to focus on the her and Rachel going in the shower together part, and not the god-awful number of cocks she would be getting off tonight. Or tomorrow. Or next week. Or until Rachel Amber left her life.
Chapter 5 - 6	Author note: it has been a long time indeed since the last time I have laid hands on writing, so please do forgive me for lack of detail to the story. I would like to thank a special anonymous user for wanting to revive this story back up! If you’re reading this, you know who you are. But aside the side-talk, I would like to present to you chapter 6… enjoy BEEP* BEEP* BEEP* “Shit, it was getting right to the good part”, I mumbled as I slowly opened my eyes. Sleep hit me fast last night and before I knew it I was dreaming about a perfect “steal your bitch” scene. I laid back for a moment just to recap what I dreamt about. In the dream, I was with some white brunette girl, probably around twenty, definitely in college for sure. She was a type of girl you would avoid just because you just knew you couldn’t even get her. Some light freckles around her nose, pursed lips, that slim but thick model. Her breasts also flaked with light freckles, weren’t overly big, but large enough to scoop them up and nurture milk out of them all day. There I was, my fat womb destroyer halfway buried in her virgin tight pussy and- “Oh wait, shit!” I yelped as I sprung up to life. “I’m almost late for school!” Hurrying into the bathroom was harder than it sounded, especially today. Considering how erotic my dream was last night, I was expecting to wake up to a disastrous load of pre cum, in which nothing, not even a single drop spilled out. So now my balls were on the verge of being ready to explode thousands of bathtubs of molten spunk. And considering the fact that my reservoir goes fucking wild when I back myself up, I’m expecting my next load to be extra chunky. But not only were my balls on the verge of flooding everything, my humongous pussy gaper was pulsing, aching with every heartbeat. I was so fucking erect that just a flex from my massive cock would tear my PJs to shreds. What was worse was I could literally feel gallons of thick growth hormones flood my cock veins growing my fat crooked wife destroyer scarier by the second. Finally, stumbling into the bathroom, I clicked the door shut and turned around, my monolithic beast fucker pumped with tremendous amounts of blood. It tent out an insane amount out over my PJs, nearly ripping them, the entire outline of my gigantic gut fucker was visible from my PJs. “Morning daddy…” I cooed as I stroked my plump vein snaking across my extremely thick, muscular shaft. I moaned at the feeling of my humongous prick being nurtured bathtubs worth of nutrition as blood poured into its hungry veins. Stopping the foreplay, I got to work on my PJs, using my thumbs and zigzagging down my mammoth lower body. With every slide down my enormous girthy beast, my skin got darker and darker, showing just how violently I break and ruin pussy… for life. Tossing the PJs aside after what seemed an eternity getting it off my cock, I moaned at the feel of my gigantic pulsing beast fucker in fresh air, finally unrestrained, my girth finally showing its true colors as it got beefier, sagging heavily under its extreme weight. Even looking at my own dick every day, I just couldn’t believe that the sheer size could even possibly come out of my own body; it was just so fucking massive. My heavy engorged balls aching with hundreds of thousands of backed up spunk adding to my reservoir flooding and backlogging severely. “Holy shit, you never fail to amaze me…” I mumbled as I pulled back skin from the massively engorged head with a wet goey pop, its flares seeping with soppy pre cum. looking at the mirror, this monstrous dark crooked gut fucker nearly took up the entire mirror, my own small petite body looking ridiculous with such a gigantically thick shaft erupting out. “Jeez, you’re getting so fucking big though…” I stammered, stroking my mammoth hung shaft, realizing that it definitely looked beefier and longer than before. Before my own intoxicating lust overtook me and I unleashed everywhere, I hopped in for a longgg cold shower. “Ahh sorry about being late, the shower took a while. I really riled up my dick in the bathroom today” I said, catching a seat next to Madi, who of course shoved me in first, crashing in after me. This was probably the worst time for her to do that, considering the fact I had to use every bit of my strength to hold back the gallons of horny blood from flooding into my enraged pussy splitter, held back at eleven inches. “Well you better be ready today” Madi said, sinking her hands deep in my pants, giving my extremely agonized bulge a fat hard tug “Competitions are today, so you better be full as fuck.” “Hggg!” I squirmed trying to hold back a massive floodgate of chunky spunk from destroying everything in a three hundred feet radius “Don’t do that! You have no fucking idea how backed up I am.” Finally at last, we arrived at school, and judging the by the sound in the gym, we were probably the last bus to arrive. This bus ride was the most teeth clutching ride I’ve ever endured, my raging nuts were on the verge of unleashing its massive load, they were so fucking backed up and teased. My cock was worse; it took all my life’s worth of energy to hold it back from surging violently deep within my body. Opening up the gym door, it was absolute chaos, girls were everywhere, people that we recognized, a ton of people that we didn’t recognize. I assumed that every other futa school was already here. “Hey that must be our school over there.” I said leading the way to meet up with all our classmates. Ducking and weaving through all the other girls that were standing around, I noticed that everyone was masking dreadful faces as we got closer. “Hmm, I wonder why everyone looks so down today.” Madi questioned, looking around in observance. Giving me a nudge she pointed to a couple of other school girls. “That’s why” I took a good look around and noticed that other school girls were sporting some health bulges, even while some wore loose clothes, it was still enough to give a second glance. Some even gave me chills. And it was a tradition that the winning school fucked the shit out of the losers, I doubt this year would be an exception. “Ehem. Testing one two, one two.” The principle said, picking the microphone on stage. I’m not quite sure what the occasion was, but I noticed the principle was dressing extra, extra slutty today. The entire time I was here, I never noticed just how much of a snack she looked, her massive tits nearly spilling out of her three button downed blouse, her massive lingerie bras crowning the top of her abyssal cleavage everyone else also seeming to notice. “It is my honor to host the annual futa competition for this year!” half of the massive crowd gave a strong applause excited to show off their massive growth. The other half stared deep at the surprisingly voluptuous principle, me included, engorging their already massive bulge out, some un-conservatively digging into their swollen erections to feast themselves. The principle, hiding a grin, pushed out her chest a bit further. “I’m quite sure that everyone has trained hard for this day, as well as got har-” Suddenly, from the opposite of the stage, a door busted open with a loud BAM. Startled, everyone took a look back in annoyance. The principle held her lips, waiting for someone to come through the door. “You forgot the main attraction.” A short little girl said, accompanied by a group of other girls, some tall and some short just like her. All wearing the same uniform. The Royal Flares have arrived. From annoyance, came fear from everyone, even I was bit anxious at their arrival. All wearing tight yoga pants, there was no mistaking their massive, healthy bulges aching and pulsing in their crotch. After allowing everyone to gnaw at their massive endowment, the Royals made their way to the front of the stage, everyone, even the fairly endowed futas from other schools brought to fear. “Ahh yes, h-how could I forget the best and most prestigious school of all, the Royal flares!” the principle exclaimed nervously, who obviously was affected by the weight in their pants. “N-now, let’s continue with the procedure shall we?” The locker room was crowded full of naked hung girls taking all their clothes off as part of the competition, it would only get ruined. Looking around I could point out a few other schools that were here, the fasheous tigers over there, high spoon down there, and of course the Royal Flares, having their own personal locker area made everyone stay near ten feet away. Each one of them heavily nurtured with a huge football sized bulge, except one which was kind of weird looking at it. One of them, I think the tallest one from what I could see, had a very small cute bulge, almost like mine actually. Was she a grower too? There was no way she was part of the Royal Flare heritage with something like that right? Shuttering at just how destructive they could be, I turned back to my own locker and started to get undressed, hooking the edges of my yoga pants, the front all floppy from being extremely stretched out during the bus ride. After a hard struggle zigzagging my pants around my extremely wide hips, I finally pulled it all the way down my thick ass legs. Finally unrestrained by the pants, my already fucking scary fourteen inch semi-erected womb ripper flopped out erotically, my fat crooked shaft already near three and a half inches in diameter, ready to tear apart women. The girls next to me from their peripheral saw a massive big dark monster in between my legs and quickly turned their head to see just what the fuck that was. “Holy Shit, is that your cock Stacie?” some of my classmates blurted in surprise. A lot of “Woahs”, and “fuck that’s naughty…”, and “Holy cow that’s already bigger than mine!” came around me, as I was blushing, trying to hide my un-tamely huge dick. This brought the attention of the Regal Flares that were changing all the way across the locker area. With a sudden panic attack at the movement of the Royal Flares, everyone parted like the red sea, stepping farm from the reach of them, not wanting to be the first to take a humongous gut pounding, as they loomed their way towards me. In anxiety and anticipation, I watched as a horde of monster hung school girls came up to me. Most of them were not fully undressed, only their pants were taken off, showing their frighteningly massive cocks swaying left and right as they walked, heavy nuts, probably ready to explode with cum, were also bulging out considerably from their body. Stopping right in front of me, one of the girls, which I noticed was the loud one from when they broke open the door to the gym, came right up to my face, inspecting me left and right. Intimidated by this sudden personal space attack, I backed up and offered, “h-hey I don’t mean any harm or anything is there anything I can do to help you?” shying away from their stares, I noticed just how beefy all their cocks looked when up close. The girl with the small flaccid was also there, giving me a thorough look, checking me out, the girl next to her, which by even my standards was engorged out of her fucking mind hung, was whispering in the girls ear, giving a few nods or shakes in response. After a long silence and observation the loud girl said “Your pretty fucking big compared to the rest of the loser’s at this god-awful school.” Grabbing her already semi-erect prick, she lined it up with mine, considering the fact that I managed to reel in a few inches back into my body, my overly stuffed nuts hanging low, churning with bathtubs load of chunky spunk ever pulse. If I had to say, this girl was probably the smallest of them all, judging by how big she was compared to me. Even when I was just grown out at eleven inches, I was matched up with this girls semi-hard “gut fucker”, if not slightly bigger. But when it came to girth, I over tripled the beefiness of her small shaft at one inch, completely eclipsing her package. I gave a quiet little giggle at just how stuck up this girl was for her size, well in comparison to me, I didn’t have even have to unleash half my hung monster on her to show her up. I dug into my heavy prick, digging out a few more inches, teasing this little girl. It gave a little comfort knowing that if every girl from the Royals was this size, I would fucking slaughter them. “Why you little…” the girl said as she sprung back at me. “That’s enough” a girl in the very back of the group said, stopping the loud girl straight in her tracks with hesitation. Giving that girl in the back a good look, I noticed that she was the tallest and with the smallest bulge out of all of them. Who was she to boss around the girl like that? She must have to be high up in the rank, if not the leader or something. Giving me a snicker, the short girl turned to her group “You got fucking lucky there chub” the loud girl said, retreating as the Royal group swarmed away after seeing all there was. I was left to much confusion at the whole ordeal, if I had unleashed any more of my fat cock, I would have killed her, let alone when I’m fully nurtured, my nuts were so fucking backed up I would have knocked her belly up with ninety feet wide of molten spunk as an appetizer. After the Royals have left, Madi came sneaking up to me, “You saw those girls back there? Those assholes are the ones I had to go to school with.” Taking off her skirt, she explained. “You remember the one girl that made all the ruckus right? She’s Charlotte, probably the most annoying one in the group and acts the hottest. You wouldn’t need to worry about her; I’m more than enough of a match for her. But you remember that kind of tall one at the back, the one with the small flaccid cock? Don’t you’re your back her, ever. She’s the student president, Violet, and let me tell you now that she’s the most fucking hung out of them all. Now, I’ve never personally seen you break a woman so I don’t know how much of a match you are with her, and I’ve never had the privilege to see her In full horny, pussy slaughtering state before, but know this, back when I was part of their group, I had a right to go into ‘the room’ and let me tell you, when she was done with that girl inside there… it was horrid.” Madi, by the end of her talking was sporting a juicy semi just from remembering the sight. I gulped, realizing that showing up Charlotte was just the tip of the iceberg, that girl in the back would be more than a challenge, let alone all the others combined. Just thinking about that tall girl made me all anxious, how fucking big was she? I replied, “Hmm, but there might be hope though, as long as you can take on Charcoal or whatever her name is, I will do my best to take on Violet.” Finishing getting undressed we made our way out of the locker, nudging and dodging through some flying cocks on the way out. Stage one: Penis measurement In the gym, there were nurses all lined up and ready with all sorts of measuring devices ready to feast on fat inches. Mind you, each one of those nurses were fucking hot, massive tits ready to burst out of their outfit, it was impossible to not to get a monster rage-on. And the fact that the principle joined in on the event, made everyone ready to lose all humanity to split her open. “Hi-ya everyone! It seems that everyone is done and out of the locker by now, so let’s get started with our first competition shall we, the penis measurements!” The principle said as she rubbed her inner thighs together through her tight pencil skirt, obviously aroused to see a monsterous show up close. “In front of you here are some fine nurses; I bet ya’ll can tell by now. So let’s form some lines based on what school you go to here. Ah yes! Let’s have you High Spoons down over there and uhm, how about you Fasheous Tigers line up there. Royal Flares, let’s take a line over there shall we, and Futa High how about making a line right next to them.” “Ah great, she just had to put us next to the Royals”, the classmates around me moaned. I know, I didn’t want them close either, all of that one girl’s cockiness just makes me wanted to clog her throat with my engorged fat shaft and nut bathtubs down her stomach. Girls at this point were going up one by one to get measured up. “Hey! Can I have your name sweetie?” “Awesome, you grew three inches from last year hun!” “Woah! Y-you’re a fat eleven inches!” Girls, looking at nothing but the nurses heavy breasts were fully hard before even their turn. Looking in front of me, all the girls seemed a good eight to eleven inches, some of the extra hung ones were pulsing at thirteen inches, but that was the biggest we got. The nurse caretaking the Royal Flares was just fucking losing it, her panties already dripping heavy juices. “Lori y-your full size is seventeen inches” “Wow Abigail, that’s really big! Let me measure… eighteen inches~” “Hey Emmy! Wow you seemed to grow a lot from last year, let me take a look… you grew to sixteen inches!” I noticed that nearly every one of those Royals were over ten inches by a handful. As the line got closer and closer to the end, bringing the true Royal family, each one of the girls was starting to reach near twenty inches of fat horny cock, this brought a depressing aroma around the two schools that were next to them. No wonder why the Royal Flares always won, giving them such a dominating reputation. ‘Fuck that’s kind of hot’ I thought to myself, how was almost all of them so fucking hung? Just imagine how brutal their groupie fucks must be… they must leave behind tons of creamy cum and most definitely torn apart pussy. My cock was inching out, despite how much I was trying to hold it back until my turn, I loved surprising the nurses with just how big it gets. My humongous nuts nearly made me double over, a deep pulse within, adding hundreds of bathtubs of molten spunk over my already backed up reservoir. “Charlotte” the nurse said, grabbing my attention as she walked up to the nurse, her cock already half engorged. She looked back at me and snickered, the nurse, already plastering her thighs with her juices, spasmed at the sight of Charlotte’s heavy sixteen inch semi-erect beast. Fighting off her orgasm, she reached for the dangling prick and lifted it up, causing Charlotte to moan out loud as her cock finally grew out. Sixteen, eighteen, twenty two, and with a final pulse, her cock was fully engorged at a heavy twenty four inches, bringing the school girls around her in a gasp at such a size. Grinning, Charlotte heaved up her fat dick and smacked the nurse left and right with her giant shaft. Looking at me she gave a few pumps up and down her shaft, her hands barely able to wrap around it. I had to pinch my side from giggling out loud. Haha she tried, I guess. Twenty four inches though? I would break her until she’s not even recognizable as a human. ‘Play it scared’ I thought as she walked past me. “See I told you I could handle her~” Madi said as she turned around. I had to admit, she would be a perfect match to teach that asshole a lesson. “Grace up next please~” the nurse cooed as she readjusted in her dampened chair. Coming up was a girl just a bit taller than Charlotte but had a seriously engorged bulge, her humongous foot-long flaccid cock resting on each one of her fat balls stretched to the size grapefruits. Everyone tremored in fear at just how fucking big her dick was. ‘Holy shit she’s flaccid and that fucking big?’ I thought as I looked on. Noting that she was the second to last one in line, I remembered that she would always converse with Violet, the president, was she the vice president or something? The nurse licked her lips at the already hyper hung cock in front of her. “Well hello Ms. Grace, I hope you’ve done a lot of growing, because it sure looks like it.” The nurse cooed as the she slowly grabbed the hefty shaft, admiring it’s flaccid state as she pulled back some loose skin enticing a heavy moan from Grace. “Oh fuckk, Nurse Williams, you won’t be disappointed. Now fucking grow me.” Grace moaned as the nurse used one hand to pump her humongous cock as she used her other hand to massage her huge heavy balls. Everyone stared in horror at the growth of her massive cock, the nurse, already seeping heavy loads of juice, a splashy puddle forming around her chair. In her hand, Grace’s massive prick grew and grew, eventually so thick that the nurse had to use two hands to wrap around the shaft. Her engorged head swelled past her knees and almost as thick as a two liter bottle. I also stared in amazement at how fucking big she was, twenty one, twenty three, and finally with one final pump of heavy blood, she stood, her massive full dick arched wickedly, enticing a moan out of the nurse. Everyone around her gasped in horror at how fucking big she was. At full hardness, her fat head was sagging all the way down a good four inches past her knee and almost as thick as her own thigh. The nurse gulped at the humongous task ahead of her. Tugging at the tautness of her fat head, Grace cooed at the sensation, “Go on, have your share of heaven.” The nurse looked up at Grace who was smiling, just letting her massive cock dangling around erotically. Grabbing the thick base, the nurse lifted the heavy shaft up to eye level, a monstrous musk permeating the air, from each pulse of her pussy destroying cock. “Smell that? It’s the smell of all the pussy I’ve broken with my fat cock.” Grace cooed as the nurse sniffed up all the gnarly smell deep in her lungs. Everyone around in line started to shiver at such a musky smell. The nurse brought up a ruler to the ridiculously fat cock and started dragging out the measurements. “O-oh my god, Grace, your now twenty nine inches!” the nurse said, her body convulsing into a heated orgasm as the smell got in her system and the sheer size of the gigantic beast laid in front of her. “N-now let’s check your girth…” wrapping around her dense shaft, the nurse brought the measurements around and marked it. “Let’s see… a fat five and a half inches!” the nurse said, frantically writing down all the information down in her notes. I blinked back in surprise, she wasn’t as hung as I was, but it’s pretty rare that anyone even gets close to my mammoth hung size. Grace, smiling at her growth, treaded off, her still fat cock swaying around for all to see. The principle, grinding her teeth in the background as a heavy orgasm took her breath away. Finally, after Grace made way, the nurse straightened up and said, “Violet next please” A hush fell over the entire gym as Violet walked up to the front of the nurse. Finally fully being able to see the girl, I could actually say she had like ninety percent the same body type as me, small B cup breasts, and a small waist flaring into wide hips and a well worked out ass. Even her cock was just like mine. Flaccid, her cock was only five inches in length, near egg sized balls lifting up her cock in an arch shape. Could her balls also get big when aroused like mine? I stared in anticipation at my lookalike as the nurse started to fondle what she had to work with, not really knowing what to expect. Giving her flaccid cock a gentle tug, enticed a moan from Violet who seemed to enjoy the nurses arrogant foreplay. The nurse, using her other hand, started fondling Violets aching balls. “Oh my! T-they’re so heavy… you must be extremely backed up.” the nurse said, caught off guard at such dense weight for how big they were. “Uh… no? I just unloaded a huge one like last night. That bitch is probably still pushing out a ton of cum from her broken pussy. ” Violet said as Inches after thick inches grew in the nurses stroking hands, catching her off guard when she started to break fifteen inches, her balls also following suit. Now, at seventeen inches, the nurse had to focus both hands on the hungry beast, Violet thrusting her hips into the nurses hands, her growing nuts rocking with her rhythm, nineteen, twenty three, twenty eight inches. I stood there, watching at it kept growing and growing, the nurse at first playful, now completely shuddering in a monster orgasm at the humongous size. Thirty, thirty four, and with a fat, heartfelt pump, the nurse dragged her hand all the way down to the base as Violet roared, her enormous prick fully awake. Everyone stared, in shock and disgust at the fucking sight, the nurse, her head lapping up the base of Violet’s cock, and Violet’s behemoth arching down her whole back, her humongous balls nearly the size of massive grapefruits, swinging heavily. I stared in shock at the fucking sight I was looking at. She was definitely big, like fucking hunggg. But, she wasn’t quite that girthy… The nurse grabbed the measuring tape and stretched far and wide over the length of Violet’s big dick. “T-thirty six inches long…” the nurse said quivering. I stared in anguish. It’s not every day that there’s someone to actually be able to compete against my hungry mammoth cock, let alone be bigger than me. Everyone stared in disgust, no wonder why every pussy she fucked was so fucking broken. Her beastly cock was so fucking long that her head was one inch short off the ground. The nurse started to wrap around Violet’s shaft with the measuring tape. “Six inches in girth” the nurse said, writing down notes. Everyone made way for when violet walked off, not wanting to get their guts fucking pounded. I started to fume, a deep bubbling of heat coming from my body. I was going to just play around with these girls, but now I’m gonna fucking destroy them all. No one dethrones my monolithic beast, not in length, not in girth; I will always be the biggest. Charlotte snickered at me as she walked by “Get a load of that” “Stacie up net please” the nurse yawned, looking on at Violet, lustfully. I walked up to her, looking at the nurse dead in the eyes, ‘she’s gonna get it’ I thought to myself, they all are. The nurse started to fondle my cock lazily. Obviously, after seeing Violets humongous wife stealer, the nurse could care less about everyone else in line. Well she chose the wrong girl to get lazy with. Nearly hours on end of having to hold back my mammoth beast and the rage built up in my boiling veins sent gallons of blood pouring into my hungry cock, the nurse giving a surprised jump back when my cock lurched from four inches to ten in a single throb, my big heavy nuts adding thousands of bathtubs of molten thick chunky spunk to my over-flooded reservoir. This nurse was quite fortunate that there were rules to this competition; otherwise she would be pumping thousands of gallons of chunky spunk out of her overtaxed, mammoth gaping pussy by now. Violet stopped in her tracks at the sudden presence that hung in the air, my demonly aroused gut fucker sending waves and waves of pheromones and heavy musk around the gym. “Something wrong?” Grace said, stopping everyone else. “That girl over there.” Bathtubs of heavy nutrition flooded into my hungry pussy ripper as the nurse, dropped the snickering, got on her knees like a real bitch and started to seriously caress my growing monstrous cock for all she was worth. Nineteen inches, twenty three, twenty five, by now massive snaking veins were erupting out of my shaft, adding to my already monstrously thick shaft. I moaned out loud, finally, after holding back for so fucking long, I could unleash all the hunger from my mammoth cock, feeling gallons of chunky blood flooding through each vein. Completely outgrowing both hands of the nurse with just my semi, she was left to absolute horror at the sheer size of my girth that was literally flooding out of my petite body like an oversized train pushing out of a tiny destroyed cave, my humongous dark crooked cock dragging over her face as massive inches kept emerging out, hungry for flesh. Twenty seven, thirty inches flooded out, my extremely flared head had nearly three inch flaps that were sopping wet with raw sexual desire to split wombs open, felt like miles away from my body, my massively outstretched shaft arching over her entire body. My engorged nuts were so fucking heavy, they were nearly dragging halfway down my thighs, just from the sheer weight of hundreds of thousands of gallons of thick chunky girl spunk, let alone bathtubs more splashing into my already flooded reservoir. The musk around the gym, seeping from my pulsing cock, was so potent that the air was almost chunky, everyone in the gym nearly choking. My monstrous libido was untamable, the only thing in my mind was slaughtering, tearing apart, ripping open pussy, and destroying women for the rest of their life. Breathing heavily, I stood there, my stance wide to accommodate the heavily engorged nuts dangling with sheer weight of nothing less that hundreds and thousands of gallons of monster girl spunk and the mammoth womb breaker arching out of my body, sagging under its own weight. Finally, after bathtubs worth of blood filled my hungry, flesh craving beast, I was fully awoken. The nurse, trembling below me, heaved up the nearly seventy pound womb breaker off her face. Veins thicker than my wrist were snaking up from the base up half way my humongous shaft, gallons of blood visibly pumping through, giving bathtubs of chunky nutrition to my hungry behemoth. My sopping fat head, dark with all the pussy I split open, was flared out so wide, if I violently pulled my cock out of a pussy, she would probably be hospitalized for a month. Everyone stared in absolute disgust and horror at the demonic behemoth that was emerged out of my body. Violet, squinting her eyes in disapproval and rivalry, said little, her facial expression telling it all, Charlotte, nearly doubling over from not only the heavy musk, but also the sight before her. The principle, sopping gallons of girl cum, violently shook herself to the ground, a monstrous orgasm destroying her. Grabbing the measuring tape, the nurse shivered as she let the heavy mammoth crash back down on her face, the measurement itself needing two hands. From my meaty base, she unraveled inch after inch of tape, rolling down my humongous, crooked, dark cock. Seeing from the up-top view, I could see the measurements unravel as the nurse traveled down my enormous length, reaching the massive flaps of my raged head. Shuffling back, the nurse, still having my gigantic cock still resting on her face stretched her arms wide to keep the tape laid at my base. It took nearly all her strength to keep my heavy mammoth cock leveled with the ground, instead of sagging downwards. The nurse gulped when she laid eyes on my fat raw nuts, aching with bathtubs of molten thick spunk splashing all over my reservoir. Finally at my sopping slimy head, the nurse was rewarded with my viscous pre-cum, which she lazily lapped up, her strength failing. Without her body to support my heavy cock, it sagged back down to its original angle, my seeping head smearing pre cum down her face. “s-so lets u-uhmm see what we got h-here” the nurse moaned, peaking her eyes to the tape atop my massive shaft. I was most amused at the nurses change of behavior. At first she could care less, but now she was just another bitch in heat and desired to be split open and destroyed. “Th-thirty three inches…” the nurse said, mumbling the last few words while she heavily breathed. Everyone giving a shot-back surprised look, that a girl from Futa High to even break fifteen inches was a miracle. Even Charlotte back there was looking taken aback. ‘Damn still three inches short’ I thought as the nurse went to wrap the measuring tape around my demonly thick shaft, hungry for more. I could care less about the average size of our schools cocks as a whole, the only thing in my mind was to crush Violet in everything. “N-n-nine and a half inches thick~” the nurse quivered, as she read the measurement. Everyone around me gave a look of absolute horror at my monstrous girth, the principle going into an instant hush at her bewilderment at such a destructive cock, huge loads of cream visible sliding down her legs in chunks. “How the actual fuck is she that thick?” people said. I was smiling to myself. Maybe I wasn’t exactly as long as Violet, but my girth was nearing two times as thick as hers, literally as fucking thick as an actual girls waist, meaning that I would fucking gape pussy open so wide, it would be broken for life. Violet, looking from afar, seeming to realize the same as I did, dispersed with her group, knowing if it were a one on one competition, I would destroy her, over and over and over again until she was but a pile of broken flesh. Stage two: Cum output In stage two of the competition, everyone was moved to a large area that had the walls and floor lined with tiles, for obvious reasons. I noticed on the walls were similar wall pussy designs that were identical to types we had in the “chilling room” lined up all over the walls, monstrous cum tanks hooked up to each one individually. Everyone so cock-blocked from the nurses, were drooling at the sight of the tight wall pussys, wanting to break everything in their path. “H-hello everyone, phew! That was a fucking monster orgas- I mean first stage from everyone across the board! Now, I know everyone is excited to play with the toys, but… we’d be missing something, right?” the principle said through the microphone, her legs dried up but leaving behind a disgustingly massive load of girl cream all over her pencil skirt. “I believe everyone is anticipating hearing the average size for their schools genitals, am I wrong? First up, we have the High Spoons coming in at eleven and a half inches long and two inches in girth give it up for them! Secondly, we got Fasheous Tiger with a whopping fourteen inches in length and three inches in girth! Then we got the Futa Highs, let’s go girls! Coming in at seventeen and a half inches long and five and a half inches in girth, what a monster!” Everyone from our school looked as confused as ever, knowing damn well that they should have definitely been the bottom of the list. Looking and Maddi’s monster twenty three inch still rock hard cock and then glancing over to my mammoth pussy ripper, they knew exactly why their average was so high. “And finally, we have the Royal flares with a crazy twenty fat inches long and four and a half inches in girth! No wonder why your reputation is notorious! ” the principle said, glancing over in my direction, making eye contact like the, ‘see me after class’ type. I didn’t really take it for much, if the principle really wanted to take me on, she would probably be unconscious by the time my monstrous libido was sated. Everyone, already knowing what the final results would be, sighed, already knowing the rest of the outcomes of the competition, the Royal Flares flexing their huge cocks teasing all the other students by thrusting their hips out rapidly, as if fucking them, all but Violet, who, I guess, was lost in thought at just how challenging my mammoth cock was compared to hers. “Alright then, now that we got that out of the way… if you all haven’t already, go ahead and find a pussy toy on the wall that hasn’t been occupied yet, the design team made sure to make them extra tight this year” the principle said, licking her lips. “Now as for everyone’s cum output, these tanks are meant to take a monstrously pent-up orgasm, so please… indulge yourselves.” Everyone, including myself, practically fucked some version of this in their life, pocket pussy, wall pussy, no difference. Walking up to a clean, unused wall pussy, I could care less whether it was sloppy seconds or sloppy fifty’s, all I knew was that this wall pussy would be completely broken and useless when I’m done with it, Violet, a few pussies away, apparently thinking the same thing for hers. Bringing my still demonically hung womb wrecker up close to the pocket pussy, I could see that this was going to be an impossibly tight fit. Now that I could really feel It with my own hands how heavy my cock was, I couldn’t blame the nurse for struggling with my mammoth size. ‘This is super fucking heavy’ I thought as I lifted the thickest, girthest part of my cock and aimed my gigantic flared head at the tight entrance. The entire room was absolutely clogged with my heavy musk at this point, let alone the thick pre flooding out of my gigantic cock at this point, arousing me further. Even Violet was feeling uncomfortable with my heavy sexual scent. My nuts, backed up for the last century were adding bathtubs after splashing bathtubs over and over again into my aching, over-flooded reservoir. Pre cum was working its way out before I even got to the wall pussy, sending waves of horror around those around me, their full-hearted orgasms barely even the load of my dripping pre. Violet, bit back her lip, once again the stage pried away from her monstrous endowment. I almost felt sorry for the bitch, but I could see, well, everyone could see just the sheer difference of pre flooding out of my monstrous cock to hers. I smiled to myself, ‘yeah that’s right, you guys got another monster hung breeder to worry about.’ Dragging my humongous cock all over the pussy, heavy loads of thick pre cum smeared all over the wall, covering it with nearly three inches if chunky spunk . Everyone around me gaped their eyes in disbelief at the pure amount of raw sex that was flooding out of my flesh hungry cock, let alone it being so fucking dense that it clung onto the wall instead of dripping down. After a long drag over the smeared pussy, my mammoth cock wanted more, new blood veins bulging out as a sign of how hungry it was. “Oh fuck this really is going to be insanely tight.” I said as I lined my monstrously thick shaft against the tight pussy. I tried ramming my fat flared head at full strength but nothing would budge, I just grew way too fucking much for this. A shiver ran down my spine as I thought how much bigger I would get. Was it even worth it? Even If I fucked a girl as gently as possible, she would still be broken for life, let alone if I full on ravished her… but why was it that I wanted to do it so fucking bad? With renewed determination in my eyes I gripped onto the wall to the point I was about to crack the tiles and with the strength of my thick waist, I smashed forward over and over and over again. If I wasn’t going to go in easy, I’ll just split it open and destroy it until it can take me whole. Then finally after what seemed like forever load of brutal thrusts, my gigantic head crushed its way inside the pussy, already breaking it. “F-fuck this feels so good~” I cooed as I kept ramming my cock further and further down into the brutalized pussy. Pre cum was now gushing out at near bathtubs loads, my nuts so fucking backed up, I could sludge up this entire school. I would only be able to plunge it in mere inches at a time, my monstrously thick shaft all to fucking blame. Thanks to the goopey pre cum, It lubed up the insides, allowing me to continue my brutal grinding. Eventually, not even my thrusts would send my hungry cock any further down the gaping pussy hole, the thickest part of my beast just obscenely thick, basically why my shaft was crooked, just monstrously outgrown. This was no longer just thrusts, I was violently destroying this fucking pussy. Back and forth I pulled out, feeling my massive flaps tugging out half the pussy wall with me then ferociously smash it back in, the girls next to staring in horror at how violently I was displaying my sexual desire. Pre cum was splashing out of the hole gallons at a time every time I dragged my monster cock out. The musk in the room was undeniably chunky, every beat of my heart sent waves of nutritious blood into my pulsing womb breaker, further seeping out the smell of raw untamed sex. The principle painfully inhaling full lungs worth of my monstrous odor, nearly twisted her brain with the desire to be fucking brutalized. I didn’t care what people thought of my beastly appetite, I needed to fuck, empty my mammoth orgasm and splatter it everywhere. Jackhammering violently back and forth I could feel my monstrously engorged shaft overtaxing the fuck out of the entire wall. Deep within the wall pussy, my wide flaps were obliterating the grips around the pussy. Just hammering the shit out of this onahole, I violently forced a few inches at a time then dragged it back out just to smash it back in. After a long hard savage crush, the thickest part of my shaft tore open the entire pussy with a disgusting crack, pre cum splashing out of the destroyed hole. “holy shit…” I moaned, “T-this feels good as fuck” Now finally I could push deep in and feel the destroyed pussy milking my cock out of my body. The principle was peaking a glance at me from the corner of her eyes, trying to hide her erupting lust. Watching me literally break the fuck out this pussy sent shivers down her spine. Violet who was busy pounding away, seemed to notice the lustful gaze of the principle. I was in pure bliss, all thirty three monstrous inches were shoved deep in in the devastated hole. Per cum was already splashing in my tank at levels of bathtubs by this point. People around me were already done, their loads fully spent, I could care less, I was just getting started. After fully enjoying my mammoth cock being fully engulfed in meat, I slowly pulled out, enjoying one last full-hearted tug before I brutally ravished this pussy. Pre cum was splattered everywhere around me when I was pulling out, gallons after gallons of chunky pre cum splashed all over my belly, flooding down my sides. Violet had the same thing happening to her, except in a much larger scale, an absolute avalanche gushing out. ‘holy shit, she can actually match my output?’ I thought, jealous flooding into my blood once again, my monster cock aching as it grew even more, cracking the walls at its engorgement, rupturing some major pipe work in the walls. I know my own orgasms the best, its fucking un-naturally large, let alone how quickly my nuts produce spunk, no one will ever come close to my massive orgasms, ever. With fire burning in my eyes, I forgot all manners of fucking; just brutalize this pussy like a true beast. Violently ripping half my cock out, my flared head nearly dragged the entire pussy right off the wall. Back and forth I swung deep and further destroyed the already-ravished onahole, my nuts swinging wildly. The smell of raw disgusting sex was pulsing out of my angry womb flooder at insane levels. I didn’t give a fuck if people couldn’t breathe, this just proved how insane my demonic libido was to tame. Slamming in and out without mercy, I dug my toes into the floor, pushing deeper. I don’t even know how long I was pounding but the entire onahole was loose as fuck at this point, pre cum was gushing out onto the already ankle deep sludge forming around my feet. Then I felt it, the deep abyssal sludge of a fucking monster coming out of my aching nuts. Clinging onto the walls, I rolled my eyes back as the first train load of monster girl spunk came gushing out. Thousands upon thousands upon thousands of thick viscous cum flooded out of my cock, nearly smashing me unconscious it felt so good. My mouth opened for a quiet moan as my second load splashed out before the first was even done. Bathtubs loads of thick cum splattered all over my belly and chest at it came pouring back out, the tank getting clogged with just thick molten spunk. The third load came like a fucking train, just a monstrous sludge of thick cum bursting into the tank at a disgusting amount a time. Everyone looked in horror at the display of monster spunk that was flooding out of my mammoth cock. My fifth and sixth and seventh load came out stronger and stronger, my nuts so fucking backed up I was just unloading the backlog at this point. Thousands after thousands of gallons were lost as I poured it straight down the throat of the fucking tank, the splashing of my chunky cum sending tidal waves inside the tank. After literally thousands of thick spunk was unloaded, I felt deep within my aching nuts the surge of a true demon sized orgasm splashing its way up my monstrous cock. Biting my lips back I violently rammed my thick cock back into the devastated pussy just as the most monstrous load came flooding out, wiping all my loads out of the way to make room for the humongous splatter fuckload of girl spunk to demolish everything in its path. Hundreds and thousands of gallons of molten thick cum gushed out of the loose pussy, splashing all over people around me. The tank was fucking over-clogged with my monstrous loads, cracked at the force of my huge orgasm. I felt more, much more coming out before I was even close to finishing this orgasm. Thousands of Thousands of Thousands of gallons of cum were still flooding out of my hungry cock still at full strength. Load after load came crashing into the overtaxed cum-tank cracking the walls more and more with each load until finally it broke open and hundreds of thousands of gallons came crashing down into the chilling area, splattering down waist deep. I breathed heavy as I felt my last load flood out, adding thousands of gallons more already onto my mammoth orgasm, splashing a massive wave over the ocean-fuckload of horny chunky spunk. I slowly pulled my big sensitive cock out of the basketball sized crater in the wall, it still at full mast, if not even bigger than before, everyone looking full of disgust and horror at the sheer load of cum that was laid waste all over the entire place. I didn’t give a fuck, I had to get those rocks off at some point. Violet also seemed to be done, however, all I could really see was a little liquidy puddle formed around her area. The principle was dead silent, looking at me dead in the eyes. Then I realized, I just revealed exactly who broke those chilling areas all the time. Grabbing the mic, the principle breathed, “Oh my goodness.. What a true sight of breeding power. Uhm… where do I star- let’s take a look at the meter shall we?” Violet stared across to me in more bewilderment, she herself never even seen a load that possibly even came close to mine. At this point, Charlotte made no effort to shit talk me anymore, knowing she was merely but a child in comparison to my mammoth womb breeder. The musky smell in the room was absolutely throat-renching, people nearly suffocated, it was so chunky. It smelled like weeks after weeks of just raw brutal sex. The beautiful smell filled my nostrils, sending waves of blood pulsing into my monstrous womb destroyer, hungry for more flesh. I grinned to myself, yeah, that’s right, this is who I truly am, an insatiable little high school girl that splits open women like a fucking beast. “Alright everyone” The principle said, splashing around the massive ocean of cum to the microphone. “T-the results have been p-p-posted on the wall outside in the next room, p-please make your way to the next part of the competition.” The smell of raw sex just was driving the principle wild. Everyone, leaving the room with chunks of spunk clinging to their body like wet cement, splashed their way over to the wall to check how much they’ve cum. “Ahh wow, I was able to cum more than last year, alright!” “Haha, I told you I could cum more than you!” “holy shit… you saw that mess back there? Who the fuck unleashed that?” I was standing near the middle of the crowd, my mammoth cock still looking fucking terrifying coming out of my body. There was only one thing on my mind, who came more. Madi came sneaking up behind me. “Heya!” Madi yelped, scaring me shitless. “Holy shit! I forgot about you…” I jerked back at sudden surprise. “hehe, that was you wasn’t it? I can recognize that smell from a mile away it’s so potent.” Blushing, I shuffled, “Yeah, you know me, when I get horny, my pheromones go haywire.” “oh yeahhh, let’s go check out the board and see how much it really was.” Making our way to the record board, there were names lined everywhere in rows, columns. Up top were five names written in bold and the schools that they went to. In fifth place was Charlotte, came a total twenty seven thousand gallons, to my surprise that she could even make it past the ten thousand mark. I giggled when Madi’s name was up next at forty three thousand gallons, I knew she could beat that bitch. Up in third place was Grace at seventy thousand gallons, which impressed me at a standpoint of a by-passer. If she could actually cum that much she could literally flood a fucking house. Looking closer at the board, I smiled to see Violets name at second place. My cock bulged in defiance, no-one will ever breed harder than me. Next to Violets name read one hundred and thirty seven thousand gallons of cum, which, credit to where it was due, still a scary fuckton load of spunk to deal with. Glancing over at Violet, I could see that she was slowly losing her composure. She was staring at the number one spot which read “Stacie Wolfheart”. Gritting her teeth, she looked at the amount of cum that was produced in just one fucking orgasm, four hundred and ninety thousand gallons of chunky girl spunk. I blinked back in surprise also glancing upon the board, ‘holy shit, did my nuts really grow that much since last time?’ I thought to myself, ‘my reservoir must be fucking huge now…’ I could feel that deep within my engorged nuts, that load barely even put a dip in my reservoir, let alone my insatiable libido. The principle, staggering out to the podium was looking frisky, thick cum splattered all over her dress and gallons more sloshing down her pencil skirt like she just got done breeding with a monster. “Ahem… uhh, yeah hmm, don’t worry, no one has to take care of that little aftermath back there, I’ve got plenty of cleanup crew on that asap.” Principle said, burping a bubble of chunky cum, which splashed down her cleavage. “whew, ‘scuseeee me! I think that this was the most intense output we’ve ever witnessed before.” Principle flashing a hungry stare at me. “Anyways… now that everyone has taken some time to look at their scores, let’s move onto the final stage shall we?” Stage three: womb destruction The next and final stage was held in a well-lighted room, probably to mimic the environment as an apartment room, soft carpet was laid all over the ground. Then I noticed the main attraction. Staring deep into the rows of women that were lined up, each was different to accommodate all the different preferences of the school girls. All of them were lightly tied up to represent the doggystyle pose, ass up face down. There was ass as far as the eye could see, sending brutal lust flowing deep within my veins. We each went to a girl that fit our desires the best. I walked up to a brunette strapped down and enjoyed the absolute ridiculous view from up top, her lightly freckled ass just jetting out from each side of her fat hips going into her tight waist. Dark brown hair was scattered all over her well-toned back, like a true sex-hungry slut. I had to bite my lip back from bellowing a roar of monstrous lust that was erupting from my aching organ, hungry to slaughter pussy. Prying my gaze away from that fat ass, I had to take a breather, my mammoth was cock pulsing so violently, I could literally ravish her for hours before I would even cum. “Hello everyone, and welcome to the final stage in our futa competition! I believe everyone here has acquainted themselves with our treat here already, and boy do we have a treat for ya’ll here today. For this competition, we have not only chosen the thickest and potent of all women, every one of them here is one hell of a virgin! Please… make sure to enjoy yourselves~” the principle cooed, I stared back in excitement and horror, I couldn’t believe it. For the record, no girl has been ever been able to take me easily, I just forced it in until I broke them. But if she was a virgin… I wouldn’t even be able to guarantee her life after I’m done using her. I groaned as monstrous loads of blood broke into my massive organ, erupting my shaft beyond its limits with pure lust for pussy. Turning to the tied up girl, I brought up my massive hanging organ and dropped it over her arching back, reaching all the way up to her head. The girl screamed through her muffles in absolute horror at such a monstrous size, it was like unreal. I also, looking from top down in the valley of her curved back realized, there was something not right… either it was me, or… my shaft completely covered up her torso, if not slightly wider… I groaned as a violent gushing of blood poured into my quaking beast, lurching it a few inches out of my body. ‘There was no fucking way…’ I thought in horror and astonishment. ‘She probably gonna be hospitalized after this…’ the musk coming from my aching cock was absolutely demonic, the air so fucking thick, you could see it. I could feel a monstrous magnitude of cum bubbling deep within my nuts, hungry for release. Seeing nothing but raw sex cluttering my eyes, I mustered up the last bit of my sanity in, “I’m so fucking sorry.” The trembling girl seeming to know her time, arched her back to really allow me to start ravishing her. I grinned with a wicked smile, ‘That’s right, I’m a Wofheart, I get what I want~’ dragging my big mammoth cock off her drenched back, I looked in amazement at just how incomparable her virgin pussy was to even the smallest part of my shaft. Grabbing her ass with each hand, I dragged my fat cock all over her ass, claiming this as my own forever. After I was done with her, she will be crawling back to me to fill up her ravished loose pussy. My heavy nuts were aching for release, thousands upon thousands of gallons of cum pouring into my reservoir. I knew I wasn’t supposed to cum in her, those were the rules, but the rules were meant to be broken right? After slathering my cum covered shaft all over her ass, her soppy pussy was drooling for a real meal. Lining up my mammoth organ up to her wet pussy, a drip of sanity threatened to break through, ‘don’t do it, she’ll be hospitalized for months’ I thought, ‘fucking do it, break her, ravish her until she’s so fucking loose she drops off your cock, that’s what you were meant to be, an insatiable sex-hungry monster!’. ‘yeah, that’s right, I am insatiable, I’m a fucking monster, no one can tame me…’ I moaned as I gripped her ass tightly, and hammered forward, my flared head just too wide to break through. Again and again I slammed into her. Violet, the next girl down, stared at me, lustfully? I couldn’t care anymore, fuck all those Royal Flares, I’ll ravish them all. With renewed determination, I pried apart her ass cheeks wide apart and violently forced through, I wasn’t thrusting anymore, I was brutally destroying her body. After a loud shlurp, my head finally split through her pussy. A violent scream of pain and pleasure erupted from the girl, sounding like music to my ears. Further and further I rammed in, until my entire head broke through. The noise was absolutely disgusting, her soppy grool slathered all over my monstrous cock, mixed with my last mammoth orgasm sent buckets of sex juice splashing down onto the ground. I didn’t give a fuck what kind of mess I was making, all I know is that by the end; this girl will swallow me whole. Violet was already long inside of her girl, fully hilted, sending screams of joy coming from her girl. Looking over at me, blood of monstrous anger and jealously bubbled up within her veins. ‘Why does my heart hurt so fucking much when I look at her?’ violet thought, ‘I’m a Royal Flare by blood, I’ve got the most superior blood in my veins. who is this random school girl that’s so fucking impossibly hungggg’ violently thrusting in and out of the girl, she knew something wasn’t right, it just didn’t feel right, no matter just how brutally I fucked this girl it just didn’t feel the same after I saw her. What was it with that girl Stacie? Was it just ‘cause her cock was bigger than mine? Fuck… I-i’m getting turned on just by watching her absolutely ravish that girl… she’s just so fucking insatiable I just can’t possibly match her monstrous libido. Relentlessly thrusting monstrous inches at a time, the girls screams turned into heartfelt moans at such a violent fuck. I kept silent, only my heavy breathing and the obscene shlurps from my mammoth cock ravishing her demolished pussy were hearable. Finally after what seemed like hours of just thrusting, the girl has finally come to the point of real pussy slaughtering. The thickest part of my shaft, refused to budge even at such hard brutal thrusts that would literally tear you in half. It just was just too fucking small, I mean, I was thicker than her actual fucking body… pulling out merely a few inches, the girl wrenched as my monstrous flaps dug into her body on the way out, enticing a spasm throughout her body. I grinned, knowing when I’m fully inside her, pulling out would mean a total slaughter-fuck. Prying her ass as wide as it could go, I violently crushed forward, sending a monstrous orgasm through the girl’s body. Ravishing her little virgin body, I brutally thrusted forward, then ripped it back out, then smashed it back in. After what seemed like endless hours of gut slaughtering thrusts, my massive organ finally split her for real. A crying scream erupted from the girl who was displeasured greatly by the accommodation of my mammoth cock. a disgusting smirk was slathered all over my face. After finally pounding her so intently; I broke her open, for life. Pushing forward, my flared head led the way through her tight womb. Inches after inches after inches of monster cock flooded into her body, sending a quivering shake through the girl’s body at such an impossibly large organ splitting her. Her ripped pussy nearly swallowed me whole when I suddenly ripped half of my cock out her body, violently, my monstrous flaps tugging half her womb out with me. A shaky groan escaped the girl as she fell unconscious, the pain and pleasure far too great to handle. I stared down in awe, ‘what was that around my cock, i-is that her w-womb?’ I stared in horror and amazement; ‘no fucking way…’ this sent aching loads of fresh blood into my quaking beast, further growing its monstrous size. A muffled moan came from the girl as my shaft grew bigger in her pussy. I smiled to myself, I’m getting so fucking big. Pushing deeper and deeper, I slammed into the girl’s broken womb over and over and over again. Finally for the absolute most brutally ravishing fuck, I stood atop her wide ass, grabbing her hair in an absolute jackhammer pose, slammed my cock down all the fucking way down to the base, my monstrous shaft bulging out of her belly on the other side. The girl moaned heavily as I kept slamming down, and pulling up, dragging half of her womb with me before slamming back down again. I lost track of time, this was one of the best pussies I’ve ever experienced. Gallons of grool were splashing out of her pussy onto the chunky lake around her feet. My pre cum so fucking thick and dense it nearly stopped flowing out. Just devastating her entire body with each heart slamming thrust, I felt so fucking good I was nearly about the fucking cum. Speeding up my monstrous thrusts to near inhuman speed, my mammoth organ brutalized her body over and over and over again. I felt the mother of all mammoth orgasm bubbling up within my pulsing balls “Hahh ahhh” I moaned like a fucking beast in heat, just raw sex on my mind as I ravished her, not caring what happens to her, her pussy swallowed me whole all the fucking way to my aching nuts. With a loud audible shlurp, I violently ripped my whole cock out, pulling her entire womb out with me, enticing a loud moan of a true slut from the girl. My entire cock was fucking slathered in sticky off-yellow chunky grool. “H-holy shit… I was way too f-fucking close to cumming.” I said, heaving as my mammoth organ pulsed violently, sagging under its sheer size. It looked like an absolute fucking demonic creature it was so fucking hung, my crooked shaft dark as fuck from ravishing pussy to my heart’s content. Looking back at the monstrous mess I made, my gaze turned horrified at such a monstrous gape from the girl’s body. Such a mess could only be made from a real fucking monster. There was no fucking way… did I do that? Her entire body was nearly hollowed out, to accommodate my mammoth girth. Gallons worth of grool and pre cum was slathered all over her walls like a fucking disgustingly massive creampie, bathtubs more flowing out of her destroyed pussy. She was the literal definition of a fucking train wreck. I was the last one done, everyone else just horrifyingly staring at me while was I ravishing the girls womb to my heart’s content. The principle was standing there, hand on the mic, her throat dry, longing in lust at the monster dwelling deep within me. I could see Violet from the corner of my eyes, staring at me intently, although I couldn’t pick up on what kind of emotion she as portraying. Madi came splashing her way through the destroyed girl’s massive leakage up to me, “oh. My. fucking. god there is no actual way she’s alive right now, that was the most brutal fuck I’ve ever seen, I take that back, you’re a monster in bed~.” Madi cooed, tugging on my raging organ. “hnggg~” I moaned, biting back a cry, “Y-you have n-no fucking idea how much mental strength I had to use to rip this this beast out and not nut all over her belly. I am way to fucking sensitive right now…” my pulsing cock splurting a dense chunky dollop of walled off spunk into the lake of thick grool, splashing down like wet cement into water. “Yeah… that thing looks like a fucking demonic creature; I have no clue how she took all of that.” Madi said, eying my monster hung cock. “Ahem! S-so I hope everyone fully enjoyed themselves today, so if everyone could stand next to their prize… we will get the test results underway!” the principle said, glancing once more over my way. Some girls were excited, to show off their raw sexual energy, some, not so much. All the girls from the Royal Flare school were basically flexing their raging boners, ready to give all the losers a real gut pounding, except for Violet who stood there, probably in her own self defeat. The principle started making her way across the rows of tied up girls making sure to avoid spills here and there. In anticipation, I stood next to my monstrous mess, watching the principles facial reaction to each pussy, writing down stuff in her clipboard. It would be a lie to say that the principle wasn’t turned on, let alone horny to the point where she was about to fry her own brain. The fact that we were still in high school, yet have such humongous breeding organs probably set the principle off more than anything. I mean, we were all young and hung, who knew how big we’d be when we got to college, let alone how monstrous our sexual appetites were. Finishing up all the young Royals, the principle walked up to Violets catastrophe, giving words of praise to, probably the nastiest destroyed pussy if I didn’t show my face in this competition. “My-my, have you grown over the years. Excellent as always Violet~ ” the principle cooed, as she wrote in her clipboard. A visible flow of liquid was oozing down the principles legs at this point. Violet smiled and bowed as always showing respect to the principle. Glancing over in my direction, she knew our worlds were two different worlds apart. Just by hearing the worlds of the principle, she knew the same lust didn’t portray from her voice as from previous competitions. Shaking uncomfortably, Violet stood there, possibly clenching her teeth as the principle came up to me, slowly. With a firm stomp, the principle, in her expensive high-heals stepped forward, splashing into the sloppy mess, her heals completely submerged under thick fluids. I blinked back surprise, those were probably like five hundred a piece. Let alone the principle avoiding all the other messes purposefully. Was she giving a sign that I didn’t know about? The principle, shivering in her stance was trying to hold a monster gush of cum from splashing out her pussy. “W-well what d-do we have h-here” the principle said, splashing her way to get an up-close look at the absolute crater that only a ravenous mammoth could do. The principle quivered at the absolute sight of my aftermath. Furiously writing down in her clipboard, the principle came up to me, bent forward, revealing her ample breasts and whispered, “I want to see you in my office tomorrow…” without a second word, the principle went off to the next girl. I just stood there, shocked, not knowing what to even do. See her in her office? I’ve only heard rumors of what that was for, did she want me? Well, I guess it all makes sense now, from like the first time I showed off my mammoth organ, she’s been eying me. Madi across the room gave me the winkie eye in approval. Everyone was in the locker room getting dressed back up, happy that it was over, maybe happy that they get a good fuck if they won. I was standing in my corner, trying to get my huge cock down to reasonable size. I loved these yoga pants, I didn’t want to ruin them just cause’ my boner was too big. Madi came up to me, sneakily as always. “Heya! Well i can sure see that someone wasn’t holding themselves back in this competition~” digging into my raging nuts, she gave a playful squeeze, enticing a wrenching moan from me. “I’m just glad I’m on your side~ I definitely don’t want to end up like that girl that you messed up back there” *shiver “Oh by the way~ I saw that the principle totally checked you out~ what a slut haha! You should fucking destroy her and make her your bitch~~” Trying to work around my relentless cock, I slipped a foot through one of the leggings. “Well, yeah I don’t know what came over me but I just went full slaughter mode back there. So don’t push your luck if you don’t want to end like her~~” I replied playfully. “And you think I should? I mean I don’t blame her thought, just look at how fucking hung I am.” With emphasis I jerked my mammoth cock around fully displaying the very beast that destroyed a girl for life in a matter of a few seconds. “OO-oh my” Madi said, eyeing my girthy shaft, “D-did you get bigger already?” reaching out to my pulsing crooked womb slaughterer. I leaned against the locker, my sagging mammoth arching down under its massive weight, feeling Madi’s baby small hands toying around with a sex-hungry demonic monster. Feeling the same violent urge bubble up my veins, I ripped away from her touch. “n-no we can’t, I don’t want you to be injured.” Quickly pardoning myself to the locker shower, I blushed, my big cock pulsing in anger. “Phew that was close” I muttered to myself, cranking the cold water down my aching cock. “I almost destroyed my best friend…” I stayed in there, minutes passed and my relentless cock was still at fully strength. I could literally see steam rising from my beastly cock, it was so fucking hot the cold water sizzled off. Blood was flooding through my veins like molten lava. “Jeez, I really need to learn how to tame you” I said to my cock, quickly looking around to make sure that no one caught that. Was I the only one that talked to my cock? “Y-you” a voice behind me said, startling me out of my mind. Quickly spinning my head around I went to go look who was talking. It was Violet. Now I was getting worried, was she gonna call her squad and rape me? I mean, I was cornered in a shower place, what other perfect place. “Uh hi…” I said, cautiously, going back to mind my own business to give the idea that I wasn’t a “threat”. With my back turned once again turned away from her, I could hear her footsteps closing in closer and closer, getting me anxious, was she here to also take a cold shower, or did she have other plans… Then the footsteps stopped, right behind me… I listened in to any other movement, throwing a glance back, I jumped in surprise at Violets cold stare right in front of my face. “Yheahhh” I yelped in surprise, did this girl have a problem? What was up with her. Violet initiated a response and lunged at me sending me crashing back against the wet tiles. She used both arms and pinned my shoulders against the wall. “W-woah! What happened what are you doing? Ouch!” I shouted, in confusion, anger building up. Violet staring at me deep in my eyes had fiery blazing red cheeks. “Y-you… who are you? Some random school g-girl beating me in all the competitions like it was nothing! You make me just wanna…” Violet blushed, looking away. “W-wait, we can talk about this! Hey don’t do anything ridiculo-” Violet, her face blood red lunged forward, scaring me to death, and planted her pursed lips onto mine, kissing me. “wwwhtt?!” I muffled out.
Chapter 1 - foreword	A Game of the Gods By archonpineapple (P.S. mwahahaha!) Foreword Welcome to the world of orbis, from the hyper city of citadel in the south, to the endless forests and jungles of the north. It is in major opinion that it is shaped like an up side down mountain. The main mountain (god’s peak) is where the (at the last count) 1,000,000,023 gods and lesser gods (the figure does not include demigods, semi gods, sons and daughters of gods and naturally occurring supernatural powers, i.e. the gods of the apocalypse quartet who just struck gold as a rock band now playing in downtown citadel). Through out orbis the driving force of it is non-existent, but the game of gods powers the people to do incredible feats, it’s a pity they forgot all about it and now are just trying to kill each other and screw everyone in the opposite (or in some cases, the same) gender.
Chapter 3 - 4	It’s been a long day after coming back from that cum swamp I made. There was cum flooding out of the main doors, it was messy. Despite the mess dealt to the building, the one girl I destroyed had the worst of it. She had to get her stomach and pussy pumped for nearly two hours. Dumping my loads never felt so good. But what didn’t feel good was being grounded, especially my cock. Actually the weird thing about it was that I wasn’t grounded for nearly killing a girl or damaging a building with my cum, it was that I didn’t tell my mom where I was going. I guess mom knew that I was gonna grow up to be an insatiable monster. So this was the second day of three that I was supposed to be grounded from my cock and I can say, just getting ready for school, I was already getting horny. I couldn’t believe that I actually got past the first day. At this point, my balls were so plump; the bulge that I was revealing looked like I hid a gallon container in my pants. Luckily my cock wasn’t hard or even semi right now, but, I couldn’t even think about sex at all or it’s all over. I didn’t check to see if I got any bigger, but judging by my monstrous morning wood, I could tell that it was different, in much different ways. “I pledge allegiance to Futa states of America, and to the dickgirls for which it stands one nation under gaping pussies, indivisible, with gut fuck and creampie for all.” Everyone said in synchrony. “Everyone I have some new to share, settle down!” the teacher said, frantically trying to get the girls back in their seats. “In just two days we will have our annual futa school competition. You girls know what that means. Alright class dismissed.” People around me moaned in agony, including Amanda. The futa competition was kind of like a sports competition, but just… sexual. So the thing is, we have to go against another school with futas just like us. In this competition, there are several things that we fight against. The first one is cock size. Measured by length, width, and masculinity, every student has their cock added up and averaged out. The second test is cum load. Each student unleashes into an ultra-condom until they are sated. The last one is probably the best one. Just how destructive is your cock. Women, with their legs tied up to their head are open for a gut fuck. Now, for our school, that’s fun and all, only if it’s not a competition. In the entire ten futa schools, our school has the worst average for all the above. Loosing this competition means getting extremely fucked senseless, and for the past two years of high school, we were the ones. “Hey Stacie” Amanda said, walking over to my table. She grabbed a chair and slumped down. “I really hope everyone goes nice on our holes this year.” “I know right?” I replied, remembering the last year’s competition. That winning school was the most brutal gut fuckers I’ve ever seen. We were probably limping for a week. “But I don’t think we can pull this one off.” “But, you’ve grown a lot since last time right? Even your cum loads are like oceans now.” Amanda said, trying to get some way out of this. “Yeah I’ve grown a lot I have to admit, but those girls are on a different league. Anyways lets head out now, I need to hit the next class.” I said, packing my stuff. “Alright class, I’m glad you could all make it here today!” the history teacher said. “We are learning about the Regal Flares today! Open up your books to page two hundred and ninety, we’ll start from there.” This family was supposed to be like the most hung royal family in the history of futas, which kind of got me jealous because I thought my family line had the pussy breakers. To this day, the Regal Flare is still alive, at least what I learned in class. Talking about so much gut fucking in class got me really worked up, well, obviously the whole class, but, I can literally feel my beast pulsing with blood, all the way up to my knees my cock was attached to my right leg through my yoga pants. Let me tell you, it definitely looks bigger than it did the last time I check it. A humongous vein, probably half the size of my wrist, was snaking up my shaft and bulging out so hard. “And so, here is where the Royal Flares took their ground and conquered the entire city in one night, and by city I mean every woman was gaping massively by the end.” The teacher said, pointing to the slideshow. When class was out, I was a bit questionable about the entire lecture. From what my parents told me, it was the other way around. I would have to ask mom about the entire thing. I noticed, as I was walking, people were giving me the googlie eyes, especially in between my legs. Thinking I had like some juicy spilled on my body, I looked down to notice my monstrous bulge still hasn’t gone away this entire time. “Holy crap!” I said, trying to cover my humongous cock with my hands, or anything, but failed miserably. People weren’t even giggling. As a matter of fact people looked jealous as their own baby bulges started to come to play. “Hey Stacie there you are!” I turned around to find the person calling my name. Scooting past walking students, Madi appeared all jolly to see me. “Madi? Oh jeez it’s been forever since I’ve seen you.” I said, relieved to finally meet up with someone I knew, people that were shocked once before now going about their business. “Psh, yeah after that fat splash you dumped in the strip club” Madi replied, looking down at my bulge in the same surprise. “What the fuck is that thing??” Madi gave a little jump back in shock as soon as she laid eyes on my cock. I blushed in response. When I wasn’t about ready to gut fuck someone’s pussy out, I was a bit shy. “Well, a little growing happened I think.” I said. “That thing looks like a menacing rod at any point now. How in the world did you grow so much since the last time we hung out? ” Madi replied. “C’mon lets go. Since class is over, we definitely need to take care of this hungry monster.” Dragging me along, Madi hurried to the bus. Scooting me in first, Madi slammed in after me, squeezing my entire bulge between my legs. “Ouch! Ughh it’s so tight. Please… can we switch sides?” I cried, my heavily endowed balls aching under my giant shaft. Normally, I would have to sit at the edge so my balls can hand down, but since my cock was fucking still rock hard, it slammed right into the next seat. I could literally feel my balls pulsing in agony as bathtub after bathtub of cum was being created and flooding my reservoir. Madi looked at me and smiled, “Nope! We’ve always sat like this. C’mon what’s a little squeeze gonna do?” Madi, having that pretty inferior bulge size, let alone flaccid and has been to the chilling room right before, was absolutely relaxing. After what seemed like an eternity, we finally got off the bus. I instantly spread my legs so far apart I thought they would never come back together. My balls felt like a hundred pounds, each fat nut dragging my body down. Madi snickered as she caught me in act. “It wasn’t that bad right? Now, that your done with your ritual, lets head to my house.” Madi doing a bit of a bulge stretch of her own. “Are you sure I can come in with my cock all beastly like this?” I asked, as Madi opened the door. “Yeah! Don’t worry, parent out of town for the week. Gave me plenty to eat and TV.” Madi said, throwing her bag to the couch. “Now sit, we need to check your quaking monster.” In obedience, I walked to the couch and took a gentle plop down, making sure my balls hung down instead of squishing them. “Madi, you need to help me take off my yoga pants, my cocks too fat.” I said, simply wanting to have the beastly cock to be slowly revealed by Madi herself. Madi gulped as she got on her knees and hooked her fingers around my yoga pants, which were honestly starting to lose its stretchiness due to my humongous bulge loosening all the material. Slowly Madi pulled down enough to see just the base of my monstrous shaft, that itself bringing fear into her eyes as she started pulling down further, massively engorged veins snaking along my shaft, pumping full of blood. I was nearly twenty three inches of full gut fucking power. “Oh my god, Stacie, what has your cock turned into?” Madi wailed in horny agony as she dragged my yoga pants halfway down my shaft. This part of my shaft was the most fat, its width ranging six inches, bulging nearly an inch compared to the rest of my shaft. Each heartbeat made my cock pulse. “Into a bitch ripper” I replied, breathing heavily as my lava hot beast was slowly being unleashed to slaughter everything in its path. I have never been so horny, my balls literally churning thousands of gallons of molten thick spunk. As Madi got close to pulling my yoga’s off, she was fucking frightened to the point she was scared to be friend with me, not knowing whether I was gonna feast off of her. “U-uhh, yeah… there’s no doubt you’re a bitch stealer, r-RIPPER! bitch ripper” Madi stuttered, positioning herself far as soon as my dark, blood filled head came into view, each flare on either side was so big and flappy, getting my cock stuck in your pussy would mean I would have to rip it out. Pre-cum has long been oozing out, nearly the amount of my normal cum loads back when I was able to fill those trash bags , leaving us in a few inches of heavy spunk. “Ahhh finally!” I said, slowly standing up, my monstrous cock looming over Madi. Grabbing my heavy cock I lifted it above her head, and let it drop down on her face, the humongous shaft crashing with such force that Madi, as she squeaked, came crashing down on all the pre cum, splashing all over the place. I came down after her as I went straight for her pants. Madi yelped in surprise at my aggressiveness, “Stacie Please! Come back to your senses!” she was trying to crawl away from me as I ripped a hole right where her pussy was, spilling her own small set of cock and balls out. I snickered as I saw her pussy dripping wet already. Coming down to my knees, my pre cum was already five inches in depth, leaving Madi’s own package completely submerged. I faintly heard Madi’s cry for mercy as I spread her legs open wide in attempt to get a monstrous plunge into her. I was abou ready to get into a serious missionary style gut fuck. Grabbing my humongous cock, I slammed it down on her body, my head reaching the bottom of her neck. My massive softball sized nuts laid in my lake sized pre cum mess as they were throbbing at such stimulation, each nut pouring thousands of gallons of new cum into my already flooded reservoir. I slowly dragged my cock back, the sticky shaft dragging Madi’s skin back with me. My womb destroyer, not being held up by Madi’s body, crashed back down on the cum flooded floor. Heaving my cock back up to her pussy, my head itself was big enough to break your body for life, each flare exceedingly stretched out. Right when was about to start my onslaught, I took one last glance at Madi’s, all teary and shriveled up. Horrified at what I almost did, I quickly got off Madi, helping her up, the pre cum that she was almost submerged under clung to her body. Giving Madi a huge hug, I cried, “Oh my god Madi! I’m SO sorry. I don’t know what came over me, It’s just, I’ve been so pent up for the past few da-“. “Hushhh i-it’s ok Stacie, I-I know you didn’t mean to do a-anything” Madi said, trembling. She knew if I went ham down on her, she probably would have been hospitalized for a long time. “Let’s get you settled down.” We sat back down onto her couch, which was by now cum soaked. “Care for some water?” Madi said, walking from her kitchen. “Ah yeah I think I might need some to cool down.” I said, my massive hard on finally slowly losing its monstrosity. “I still can’t believe I did that…” “Ah don’t worry about it, happens to all futas.” Madi said, sitting down next to me, my big scary bulge finally subsiding. “Just how pent up were you?” “Today’s my second day at it, I’m grounded, well out of three.” I replied, taking a long sip of water. “Two days of being pent up?! You’re a Wolfheart, you know what that means?” Madi exclaimed. I looked at her confused, “No I have no idea what that means, tell me” I said. “Ok, well, according to the ancient history of the Wolfhearts, every time they pent themselves up, during that time, their reservoir as well as their cum production greatly increase, PERMANENTLY. Just these two days, you might even be able to double what you unleashed back at the club. But more importantly, you will be able to refill your balls even faster than normal” Madi said, heavily panting in excitement. I stared at my balls in wonder. There’s no wonder why I felt so much cum being poured into my cum tank. “How in the world do you know all of this?” I asked, hiding my excitement. Madi, clearing her throat explained, “My great great great great great grandmother got gut fucked by one. So I have like a percent of Wolfheart blood!” I looked at her, not in an eye of lust, but an eye of family, “Madi! Were like cousins!” I said, engulfing her in a big hug, my balls dangling and slamming into her body like wrecking ball. “Do you have any more stores? How big was my forefutafather? So if your telling is true, then my balls are like ultra hyper?” Madi, being crushed replied, “P-pleasee, I can’t breathe!” I eventually let go of her, “ahh phew that was close. Let me tell you one thing, your futa family that fucked my grandmother was fucking hung as shit. The stories keep getting changed with every generation, but as far as I can understand, she was around fifty to sixty seven inches long and like thirteen inches in girth, yeah fucking frightening stuff. Her cum loads were an estimated one million to one million and five hundred thousand gallons of pure dense cum. I can’t even imagine what my great grandma looked like after that gut slaughter. Hearing all those stories brought my beast back up to frightening stages. “Oh god, that’s so fucking hot” I said, trying to think about some old nun or something. Then I remembered, the Royal Flares. “Uhm, hey, since you know so much… uh do you know anything about the Royal Flares?” Madi’s face skewered at the name, “Ew those people? Yeah we know about them, didn’t you mom tell you about ‘em? They were indeed a royal family, but they weren’t as they say they are. You see, the Wolfhearts are but just a calm sex hungry village, but then the Royal Flares came and took over area over area until they reached our village, well not village, we weren’t that primitive, more like a city. The first thing those Royals found different in our people were of course our beastly penises as well as our cum loads. Actually, those Royals had to swamp their way through miles of excessively thick spunk to even spot our village. It’s all because of this that made them simply want to control our family. According to our family history, which was genuine history, they brought us to their kingdom and for like half a generation or maybe less, they tried to use us for war. Despite our horrifying dong sizes, our family was actually quite peaceful. Anyways, things got a lot worse and wa-llah. Since they were the Royals everyone believed the history they tell, so that’s why you might have heard differently. Oh and P.S. those Royals has so much smaller cocks than us! It was so funny, even though we got kicked from the land, almost every women in that kingdom was willing to kill to feel our cocks again.” I snickered at that, “Haha so that’s probably why they hate our family! Once you go Wolfheart, you never want to go back. “At least feeling relieved that the history class was all bs. “So… you know about that futa competition that’s coming up, are you ready for it?” I asked. Madi gave me the wild eye, “No fucking way… I never noticed while I was talking, but, the top school for futas, the one I went to, the top sized futas are Royal Flares! We’re going to have to compete against a bunch of them.” Madi, slumped back down on the couch at such bewilderment. I took a moment to respond, “hmm, but didn’t you just say that the Wolfhearts were much bigger? If that’s the case, then we should hold our ground.” “You see, first of all, there isn’t as much Wolfs as there is Royals in their school, so there’s that difference. Second of all, your growth is absolutely at the earliest stages, meaning your real growth hasn’t even been unleashed yet. All of the Royals are near their end in their growth, averaging around twenty five to the biggest of those, around thirty six inches.” Madi took a long breath, “You’re going to need to pent yourself up for the entire time all the way to the competition, you’ll need the growth in you nut at least to get a few pointers.” After we hung out some more, I finally came back home. “Hey mom I’m back” I said, closing the door behind me. In the kitchen, mom shouted, “Hey honey, glad you came back, I’m doing the dished now, snacks in the fridge.” I duck my way upstairs, wanting to take a good look at this monster that has been causing me trouble all day. Every bit of stimulation caused blood to absolutely pour into my cock, so simply walking up the stairs made my bulge grow out massively. “H-hey stop it, That tickles!” “Nom nom. I’m gonna eat you!” Stopping at the top of the stairs, I glanced towards my Brother Jerry’s room. ‘What in the world is going on in there?’ I thought to myself. I waddled to the door and flung it open. “Ahhh, that feels so good!” the girl said while sprawled over the bed. They were both butt ass naked and Jerry was sucking the soul out of the girl’s big fat nipples, her breasts easily an E cup. Jerry’s tiny penis was all lost in her pussy. “Oh my god Jerry! Who is that?” the girl screamed while pointing at me, more specifically, my fat humongous bulge. Turning around, Jerry was suddenly alarmed to see my standing at the door, feasting for the eyes. “S-Stacie GET OUT!” Jerry shouted, covering himself and the girl with a blanket. “I thought you were supposed to be at school for something today!” My bulge was already down to my knees in a thick chunk, but what I just saw right there sent it further down, the father of all veins erupting right down the middle of my shaft, snaking its way down. “O-oh god I’m so sorry!” I said, slamming the door behind me. My heart beating, well, more like my massive pulsing cock. It was hungry for slaughtering pussy right now. “S-so who was that?” the girl said, dizzy at what she just saw. Little did she know that seeing that beastly cock on me would unfold into a series of gut slaughters. “That… was my sister Stacie.” Jerry said, sighing. He knew things would be bad if I got aggressive, so he was hoping that his girlfriend, Emma didn’t actually get to see my monstrous cock, otherwise that might be it for his sexual life with her. “Ahh… Stacie huh?” Emma muttered. She did see it. In fact the rest of the time he was fucking her, her pussy was pouring buckets of cum thinking about my extremely demonly stretched bulge. Confused, I walked from the door to the bathroom to change, or maybe take a shattering cold shower. Looking down I yelped in surprise at what happened. My womb fucker literally ripped through my yoga pants, well, not entirely, but right around the thickest part of my shaft. “Holy shit!” I muttered, digging my right hand into my pants to pull out my humongous gut fucker. It took me foreverrrr. I was just pulling my shaft out like a fucking train coming out of a tunnel. “What the actual fuck…” I moaned as I finally pulled the head out, pre cum puddling in the depths of my monstrously, demonly stretched pants, easily reaching four inches thick. My balls were practically submerged under all that thick pre. By this time in growth, there was so much sperm in my cum that it didn’t even act as a liquid anymore, even if it was just pre cum. I looked over at the mirror and I could barely even recognize myself anymore. It practically looks like I came out of the cock, not the other way around. My monstrous cock was so fucking big and heavy that it somewhat angled down from all the weight. My fat heavy nuts, easily the size of softballs were so obscure; my legs couldn’t even close shut. “So fucking massive.” I squeaked as I gently stroked up my monolithic shaft, each vein bulging excessively with blood. I still had small petite breasts, easily A-cup, I like to call ‘em B-cup to make myself feel better. It actually kind of looks like my cock was hungry for nutrients and ate it all, not giving any to my boobs. But I did have a fat ass though, that much I knew. Slim waist curving into a fat ass was the fucking way to go. Finally, after a long stroke, my hands finally grazed the flare in my engorged head, it beating aggressively and near black purple from anger. The flaps of my head were so flared out that pre cum was scooped out when It was pulled out. Down in the swampy stretched yoga pants, my balls were throbbing, aching for release, begging to unleash it’s monstrously heavy load that would flood continents. With every beating throb, my fat engorged balls flooded my reservoir with thousands of bathtubs of cum. By this time of growth, my massive nuts have bulged and expanded their reservoir nearly four times I was during my time at the club, meaning, this next load if not unleashed fast, would flood oceans. “Oh god… I shouldn’t. My house would be flooded inside out” I moaned, as I was by now using both of my hands to stroke my cock. Even using two hands together, my fingers couldn’t touch. During all this pent up growth, I grew in in thickness near an inch. Around halfway up my cock, one side of my shaft was more grown than the other, leaving my cock a bit crooked, but I fucking thought that was hot as fuck. Pre cum was flooding my entire bathroom by now. My feet were completely submerged under four inches thick of pre cum. “hngg! No more!” I screamed in defiance, as I splashed my way to the shower head and sprayed myself down with extremely cold water. Cold water splashed all over my burning thick heavy gut fucking cock. Twenty seven inches of crooked, massive gut slaughtering, wife stealing cock was throbbing heavily in it’s anger with this edging. My balls were fucking groaning in agony as city loads of cum was walled off yet again. Shiver Shiver. It took me nearly forty minutes of ice cold water, especially on my hungry womb pounder, to finally get it to back down. My balls on the other side, was still angry at me and was pulsing over and over again. After that long shower, the best I could do was get my cock to shrink at around thirteen inches, which was still fucking massive. Anyways, about that mess, I told my other brothers to clean the fuck out of that bathroom or else I would wake them up by a really aggressive throat slaughtering deepthroat. I giggled thinking about it as I put on my loose fit pajamas, my balls dangling everywhere. “Hghh I’m so tired today.” I said, yawning. Forcing my mind to blank, I was about ready to finally go down a sleep, when a rock hit my window. “Huh? What was that about?” I got up out of my bed as I looked out the window. Standing down there was what I think was the girl in Jerry’s room. “Who are you? If you want my brothers, you got the wrong window.” I said, about ready to shut the window and go back to sleep. “No wait! Aren’t you Jerry’s sister?” the woman said, panicking that I would close off on her. She had her legs crossed and was slowly rubbing them together, I had no idea why. “Uh… yeah, I’ll go get him for you” I said, turning away. ‘god this clingy bitch’ I thought. “NO! oh uh… no, I wanted to see you” the girl said, eagerness deep within her voice. Then I realized, that girl that caught a sight of me when I opened Jerry’s room, saw my fucking massive prick. I giggled to myself, thinking about what to do. She must have been craving ultra-hyper thick cocks like mine ever since she saw my demonly sized bulge. It was so funny how a little petite girl like me could rip the hearts from women with just my heavy fat cock. “Oh… ok, I’ll come down, wait there!” I said dumbly. I might as well play with this fucking slut for a while, maybe even re-pop her cherry to be forever broken. After a treacherous walk down, specifically to make that girl desperately wait, I was finally at the door. Click. “So what can I do for you?” I asked, rubbing my eyes, my cock finally still unable to go back to flaccid, was forming a line in my pajamas alongside my heavy balls. Throwing a glance towards my half asleep bulge, the woman gulped, forcing her eyes to pry away from my bulge that I was practically exposing to her on purpose. “u-u-uhhh… yeah I was, uhm, yeah wondering if you wanted to like uh… like yeah, hangout or something” she said stuttering. If I didn’t wear these loose fit PJs, it would have been game over a long time ago for her. I tried to hold in a laugh, when you were in the driver seat, it’s always fun. “Okay, I guess we can hangout for a bit.” I said shyly. “l-lead the way” from the corner of my eye, I saw a little twitch, followed with a bit of liquid dripping down her leg. “Here’s my house” the girl said pointing to what seemed like a mansion. “O-oh, my names… uh yeah my names Emm, uh wait, yeah, Emma, what’ yours?” Emma said, reaching out a shaky hand. “Stacie nice to meet you.” I said, feeling a bit of wetness to her hand. “Wow!” I said in amazement as I walked inside the house. “Your house is amazing!” “Haha t-thanks.” Emma replied. “uhm… so, like when I was doing it with Jerry remember? Uh… was that you that was in the door?” I realized where this was going, “Yeah, sorry about that! It looks like you were having fun I didn’t mean to intrude like that.” “Oh! Haha don’t worry about that we were just goofing around nothing to worry about…” Emma replied. “B-but uh… I was wondering about one thing… if uhh… is… hmm… I was just wondering, you know, if I could take a look at your huge-I mean, bulge?” I giggled to myself, ‘here it finally is’ I thought. “My bulge? But I thought you were dating my brother… don’t you have his body all to yourself?” I replied, my bulge starting to quake in its growth. “yeah, but like, yours looks really… big.” Emma replied, her legs dripping with juicy. “Hmm ok, but you have to make sure you neverrr tell my brother, or else he will be very mad.” I said. “If you want to see it so badly, then you need to pull it down yourself” Emma embarrassingly went down to her knees and slid her way to me. I was actually surprised at Emma’s body. An easy E cup pair of tits with a bit of a sag to them. What was really most impressive as well as what made me jealous, was her super slim waist accommodated with her humongous ass. I was gonna give it to her so fucking hard. Finally reaching my PJ’s, Emma started working her way down my legs. My massive cock was pouring with blood by now and it was fucking rock hard at twenty seven inches in a matter of seconds. She gasped intently the second my shaft first appeared to her, my girth nearly five times the girth of my brother. As she pulled down further, it looked like she was gonna pass out. My humongous veins looking big and angry, the biggest vein snaking its way down the top of my shaft and it was as thick as my wrist, pouring with blood. Behind my massive shaft were my balls, in pulsing agony, each second, thousands of gallons of cum pouring into my reservoir. When Emma got to the halfway point of my beast, the thickest part, she twitched in a monstrous orgasm, the sight of my girth alone making her reel in pleasure. Dragging the rest of the way down, she screamed in torment, “HOW FUCKING BIG ARE YOU??” another set of orgasms slammed Emma right in her cunt. Finally free from my bindings, my cock lifted up to its natural angle, the head big and red with anger. From where I was standing, my cock would have completely eclipsed her entire face, aside from where it was crooked off to the right, I got to slightly see her eyes rolling back as another orgasm smashed her. My big fat heavy nut were dangling with sheer weight of nothing but cum. “Ahhh, that’s more like it, now since I’m like this, I want a nice blowjob.” I said, planting my feet and lifting my cock above her head and smashing it down on her. Emma, orgasming again, started licking the bottom part of my shaft as one of her hands went to my balls to massage them and the other going to aid her face in trying to milk me. I giggled at the sight of my monstrous beast absolutely dehumanizing someone to this point, simply because I was fucking demonly hung. Emma, didn’t stop as she worked her way towards my massive flaring head. Pre cum flowing out of my beast in the gallons, Emma completely drenched in cum, let alone heaps of it splashing down on the ground. Luckily we were in her room; I wanted her entire house to flood with my thick cum. “Ahh that was a good clean up, but now daddy’s hungry for more.” I said, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her off my slobbery cock. Pulling it all the way back, I let the head drop down her face until it was right up against her mouth. “Daddy wants this” I said, grabbing her head with both hands, steadying her. Emma gave a short whimper as I plunged the tip of the head in. Warmth like no other flooded my senses as I plunged deeper down her throat, my monstrous flaps finally fitting their way through her mouth. “Ohhhh godddd, this feels so fucking good.” I said, rolling my eyes back as I plunged deeper down her throat. Pre cum started to flood her belly and throat as I dove deep into her cock. My cock was so fucking thick that it took forever for each inch to seep deeper into her stomach. “Ahh here’s the hardest part baby.” I said, stopping to let Emma catch up with me, her orgasms slamming every inch I dive into her. My shaft in the middle of my cock was like six and a half inches thick by now, and it was going all the way inside her. I grabbed the back of her head as support as I jack hammered my way into her throat, my giant shaft gaping her entire throat widely. “Ahhhh, wow your fucking tight” I moaned as I finally got the thickest part to crush her body. Now I just kept shoving deeper and deeper into her mouth, my pre cum filling her entire stomach and making her looks to be a year over due pregnancy. Deeper and deeper my cock went until my head splashed back into my own pre cum down in her stomach. Finally after a few more inches, all my twenty seven inches was swallowed up, my humongous head slamming all the way down her stomach. Right when I hit bottom, my balls, with a wet splash, slammed right into Emma’s neck, which was absolutely obscene in how bulging it looked, every vein easily vivid through her throat. I was so fucking pent up that right when my entire cock got sucked in, I couldn’t hold it in, “Fuckkkkkkkk take my fucking loadddddd.” I moaned as I unleashed my monstrous load right down her throat. The first load was scary enough to scare away a horny whore, her stomach absolutely deforming with thousands of bathtubs of cum that instantly flooded into her. Nearly seven hundred gallons of cum same spilling back out of her throat and out of her nose. The first load was still coming out when the second load came rushing up after it. The second load itself was two times as much cum as the first load. Thousands of untold gallons of cum came rushing out of my hungry cock, nearly three bathtub loads of cum came flooding out of her mouth and splashing onto my belly. All the cum around us came splashing down, leaving us in foot of cum. Emma’s belly crashed through one of her walls as I came my third shot which was like two of my first loads combines. The third load came rushing right with the second bloating Emma’s belly nearly three times the original size of her room, her belly spilling over to the other rooms and into the hallway. Thousands of gallons came rushing back out of her mouth spilling on the ground around me, which was now three and a half feet of yogurt thick cum. My fourth and fifth and sixth and seventh and eighth load came rushing out, her entire belly spilling to the main living room downstairs. Thousands of thousands of gallons came pouring into her belly, making her the size of three SUV’s and I still wasn’t even done. I was kind of elevated due to part of Emma’s belly, but my excess cum that splashed out was nearly seven feet in depth and around forty feet around. Emma was long unconscious, probably around my second load in, a whole side of her house laid waste as her belly broke it open. My next shot, I felt, was “the one” as I braced for a big load Cumming. The rush came fast as a fucking massive train of cum came pouring out, all the cum that was already in her belly came splashing back out of her mouth to make room for this load. Thousands of thousands of thousands of gallons came pouring back out of her mouth as I kept pouring my last load into her, doubling my entire output so far. “Ahhhh that was fucking great” I said, finally pulling out of her gaping mouth. Emma’s stomach was about the size of seven SUV’s and the cum around her belly was fifteen feet in depth and was expanded for nearly seventy feet around her house. “Ready for round two?” I asked, looking back at Emma, who was long unconscious. I sighed a great sigh of relief, after being all that pent up, it felt really good. But honestly, everything I just came was just my backlog. I felt my balls and they still felt massively full. “Ah well, that actually kinda sucked.” I said, splashing out of my cum. “I honestly hoped she could fully empty my balls.” I waddled back to my house, knowing that from now on, Jerry's tiny penis will never be able to unleash the same destructive power as mine, let alone me completely stealing his girlfriend with just my fucking massive engorged penis.
Chapter 8 - Chapter 08	Claire held her hand out to the bruised Ada, who took it gingerly, her face beaten nearly entirely purple. "Intentional?" Claire asked, refering to the ending of her fight with Black Rock Shooter. "God, no. Why would I do that willingly?" Ada replied sharply. "Felt like something dragged me backwards, though. Wasn't Kitten, for damn sure. She had her hand on my throat and was about to punch me with her other hand." "Dragged, huh?" Claire muttered under her breath. "Go to the ambulance, I'll let our medic patch you up. After that, you'll be joining me in the Hummer. Understand, Wong?" "Alright, as you wish, Mistress." Ada nodded, her right eye was visibly beginning to swell shut, but her left was still wide open as she turned and walked away. Claire spun on her heel, her eyes scanning the area for Alice. When had Ada mentioned the dragging, Claire's mind instantly jumped to a certain Telekinetic blonde, who had a wager on the fight between Black Rock Shooter and Ada. "You sneaky fucker... Where are you hiding?" Claire muttered to herself, catching a glimpse of blonde hair, which belonged to K-Mart. With so many vehicles to be in, Claire took a wild guess and marched towards the Hummer, her guess paying off when she spotted both Alice and Black Rock Shooter talking in the back seat. Opening the driver door, she hopped into the Hummer, leaving the door open since she wasn't staying for long. "So..." Claire spoke with a glance in the rear view mirror. "Telekinesis, huh? Sneaky... very sneaky, but that means no date, Alice." "To be honest, Claire, it didn't work out the way I had intended. My plan was to separate them, not pull them together." Alice admitted, a small smirk on her face as Black Rock Shooter's face went crimson. "But at least they're not beating each other senseless, right?" "No, I think the embarrassment of a surprise make out session finished them off... Which reminds me..." Claire glanced at Alice for a brief second before staring directly at Black Rock Shooter. "The bus is full, so until we get another place to put her, Wong's riding with us in the Hummer. YOU keep your hands - and your weapons - to yourself." Claire suddenly switched back to Alice with a stern expression on her face. "And you... keep your horny little fingers off her. I'm 99% certain that she's straight." Alice held up her hands, smirking as she said. "There's still that 1%, y'know." "Hands off! That's an order!" Claire barked as she swung her legs out of the Hummer and stepped out. "I'll be watching all three of you, remember that." "Yes, Mom~!" Alice drawled as Claire momentarily scowled before leaving, slamming the door behind her. "You're so immature." Black Rock Shooter smirked, shoving the last of her beans into her mouth and crushing the can in her hand. "Not everything is an opportunity for a joke, and not everyone is willing to be fucked into a coma." "Trust me, I wasn't always like this. Damn Virus rewrote my DNA, and with it... my personality. I used to be no fun, and a total prude. My whole focus in the world was my job. Everything else was pointless." Alice clasped her hands to the back of her head and closed her eyes. "What about you, kiddo? What were you like before the world ended?" Black Rock Shooter opened her door and tossed the bent can out before deciding on how to word her answer. She closed her door and replied. "Classic bodyguard. I spoke only when spoken to by a superior, and I followed Mato's every single order without question. In fact, I rarely spoke at all. If anything, I was the stereotypical 'strong and silent' bodyguard." "You mentioned that you and Mato where in school together. How did that go?" Alice smirked, her eyes still closed. "Did you have to fight off any boys... Or should I say, girls?" "Yes, I did. Wherever Mato went, I followed. The faculty was informed of our relationship, and thus, I was never questioned - or even bothered - by the official staff members. Substitutes, on the other hand, learned from the normal students what I was, before I even entered the classroom." "So you had a reputation..." Alice peered at her with one eye. "How'd you get it? Was it exciting?" "No. Mato and her father spoke with the principal of our school before classes started, detailing our circumstances, and he in turn, informed the entire faculty. When classes started, each student was told to introduce themselves..." Black Rock Shooter explained. "Mato introduced herself, same as everyone else, except that I was standing at her shoulder while she was talking. She then spoke directly to the class, dead serious. 'This is my bodyguard, Black Rock Shooter. My father assigned her to protect me.' Those are the words she said... In Japanese, obviously. I gave a bow, and one of the boys at the back got this strange look in his eye when she started talking. My instincts were being set off whenever I looked at him, so I knew she was in danger from him." "What did he do?" Alice asked, but Black Rock Shooter was already demonstrating it. Her eyes snapped open, and she stared down at Black Rock Shooter's long fingers fondling her tits as she had slid herself across the back seat to mold herself against Alice's torso. "That? Really? To who? You or Mato?" "Mato." Black Rock Shooter replied, taking mild enjoyment from her demonstration. "So I broke all eight of his fingers. After that, nobody tried anything else... that is... Until Ada's first attempt on her life." "Ah. I understand. Anyway, do you mind? That may feel good, but this isn't the time or the place for that." Alice's voice had suddenly become awkward, but Black Rock Shooter swung her leg over Alice's lap, straddling her thighs as she grabbed Alice by the wrists. Without even a second of pause, Black Rock Shooter swooped her head forward, kissing Alice just as passionately as when she'd been distracted from Ada. Their tongues danced with each other, and Black Rock Shooter moaned into Alice's mouth, her hips instinctively grinding into Alice's lap. Alice actually liked the role reversal brought on my Black Rock Shooter. Seeing her in the dominant role was a welcome change. So, even though she could EASILY break free, Alice allowed herself to submit... Just this once... After being treated by the convoy's medic, Ada's swollen eye had been reduced, and her bruising would likely heal within a day or so. She strode confidently towards Claire, giving her a quick tap on the shoulder with the back of her hand. "Finished?" Claire asked as she turned to see Ada's slightly less beaten face. "Good. We're leaving in a few minutes. Stay with me until we go... It's probably safer for you if you're with me." "Abernathe and Kitten are obviously together." Ada commented, scanning the various groups of survivors for the distinctive figures of Alice and Black Rock Shooter. "...Somewhere." "They're both in the Hummer." Claire replied, turning to face Ada with a stern expression. "I've already spoken to them both, but I'll give you the same speech: Keep your hands to yourself. If you hurt either of them, I'll destroy whatever's leftover when they're finished with you. Understood?" "Yes, Mistress." Ada replied, letting out an almost silent sigh. "Also, Alice is a bit... frisky. Keep an eye on where her hands are. Lose track of them, and the first place you should check is anywhere near your tits and bits. If they're not there, you're fine... If they are... That's your problem, not mine." Claire indicated the front of Ada's pants, and smirked. "But just remember, as you've seen, she has a preferred target." "What about you? She doesn't go for you?" Ada asked, her cheeks turning pink. The Alice she knew from Raccoon City was incredibly violent, not heated at the slightest provocation. "She's not stupid. If she wants me... she won't try to get me while I'm DRIVING." Claire reminded Ada. "Get in the Hummer, I'll be right there." "As you wish, Mistress." Ada gave a slow nod before turning towards the Hummer. She opened the back door, and was met with the sight of Alice and Black Rock Shooter - both topless - seemingly wrestling with each other, even though Black Rock Shooter was straddling Alice's legs. Both of them were locked at the mouth, barely even coming up for breath. Visibly hesitating before she entered, Ada gulped quietly, then sat in the farthest rear seat from the pair, crossing her arms and her legs, ignoring the lewd sounds they were making. "Who're you?" A voice from the front seat caught Ada's attention, and she looked up to see a blonde teen - slightly younger than Kitten - seated in the seat directly in front of Alice and Kitten. "Ada Wong. I take it you missed the show?" Ada replied, keeping her gaze locked on the girl and not the pair behind her. "Yup. But from what I've heard, you got your ass kicked, and had quite the surprise at the end of your fight." The girl jerked her thumb back, indicating the pair. "They've been freakin' mauling each other for a good ten minutes now. Whatever you two did, she's gotten herself all stressed out. She's just blowing off steam. Don't mind them." "You're taking their behaviour quite well. How long has Kitt... she been with you?" Ada stopped herself before calling Black Rock Shooter by her nickname. "Not long..." The girl replied before suddenly staring at Ada shrewdly. "You're straight... Aren't you?" "Your point?" Ada countered, regarding the nosy girl with mild dislike. What did it matter what her sexual orientation was? "You're about to ride in a Hummer with four lesbians. Just a quick head's up." Claire suddenly spoke up as she entered the driver seat in front of Ada, completely ignoring Alice and Black Rock Shooter in the back seat. "Also, remember what I told you about Alice... Even though she's occupied at the moment, she could spontaneously creep up on you down the road, and you'll have nowhere to run." "I'll keep that in mind." Ada replied, not moving a muscle as Claire started the engine and prepared to drive away, which - unfortunately for the three rear passengers - caused Alice and Black Rock Shooter to look around in surprise, realizing that they weren't alone anymore. "Wong." Black Rock Shooter's eyes narrowed into slits as she repositioned herself to sit on Alice's lap, her feet in the gap between the two women, crossed at the ankles with her back against the window. "Kitten." Ada remarked, her gaze locked onto the back of Claire's head. "Didn't mean to interrupt the two of you." "Ada, enough. You and I both know this bickering has to stop." Alice glared at both of the Asian women in the Hummer. "Same goes for you, kiddo." "Fine." Black Rock Shooter huffed, then scanned the footwell for her bikini top. "Alice... my stuff, please." With her eyes beginning to glow blue, Alice retrieved Black Rock Shooter's bikini top, and her shoulder holster from the floor, gracefully returning them to their rightful places on her body. Her duster was behind Alice's back, but wasn't needed. "I'd still like an answer to my question, Kitten. The one I asked you while we were fighting." Ada suddenly spoke up, finally looking Black Rock Shooter in the face since she was technically considered 'dressed' at this point. "Too bad. Never intended to answer it in the first place. If I did, you would've caused a shitstorm of drama. So my answer is simple: Fuck you." Black Rock Shooter crossed her arms over her scarred stomach, smirking at Ada. "What was the question?" Alice asked, her eyes narrowed at Ada. If it had been such a loaded question, why ask it in the first place? "She wanted to know who I liked more... You or Claire." Black Rock Shooter replied. "I like you for different reasons than I like Claire. But I like you both equally." "Satisfied, Wong?" Claire suddenly asked, not taking her eyes off the road. "Was that the answer you were hoping for? Or did you want us to start fighting?" "To be honest, it was to antagonize her just enough to create an opening in our fight, but after seeing that little display when I got in here, I wanted a real answer. So, yes. I am satisfied with the response I received." Ada replied. "If you don't mind, Abernathe... could you please put a shirt on?" She suddenly asked, averting her gaze from any possible glimpse of Alice's bared breasts. "No." Black Rock Shooter smirked as she palmed both of Alice's tits, one in each hand. "They're occupied, check back later." "Mistress?" Ada glanced at Claire, hoping for some input. "Do you mind..." "Four lesbians, Wong. Wrong person to be asking for help." Claire smirked, mildly enjoying the discomfort that Ada was experiencing. "What makes you think I wasn't enjoying the show as well?"
Chapter 0 - Unlocking Alice	This fanfic was requested by jeremycrawford27, and I am happy to say: this was a fun story to write. Thanks for the idea, and here is the finished story, just for you! K-Mart was always with Claire. She never left her side, even during an attack from bandits or the undead. But with the sudden arrival of a tall woman simply calling herself Alice, K-Mart was beginning to find herself being inexplicibly drawn to the mysterious blonde. K-Mart was unable to figure out the source of this feeling. Was it intrigue? Simple curiosity? Or was it something deeper? For weeks K-Mart struggled with isolating the source, but the strange feeling deepened even further with each time that the convoy was attacked by bandits or undead hordes. Alice decimated them without even breaking a sweat! She eventually revealed her secret to Claire. "I'm... Not human... not anymore anyway." Alice explained. "I used to work for Umbrella... I was head of security at one of their labs... But they betrayed me... and experimented on me." "What do you mean by that?" Claire demanded, her arms crossed as she took a protective step in front of K-Mart. "I have the T-Virus... but I'm... I'm immune. It bonded with my DNA... made me into a freak!" Alice scowled to herself. "So I hunt them. Just like they made me hunt certain targets... I hunt them. To make them pay for what they did to me." "Does that mean you're leaving the convoy?!" K-Mart asked from around Claire's shoulder, her voice full of unsupressed emotion. She didn't want Alice to leave, and the news that she was... different wasn't bothering her. "Alice, you're not a freak! You're amazing! You're special!" Alice's eyes narrowed into slits as she regarded K-Mart shrewdly. "How can you be so sure of that?" She asked in a low voice, her body language becoming tense, like a cornered predator. "I just know!" K-Mart started to feel tears well up in her eyes. "They gave you a gift! A gift you can use in the right ways! Not for evil, not anymore!" "But that doesn't change what I did." Alice stated angrily. "That's right." Claire agreed. "You can't rewrite your past... but you can certainly write your own future, Alice." She paused for a moment. "Why don't you sleep on it. If you want to leave, we both know that you can't be stopped. But if you do decide to stay..." Claire glanced meaningfully at K-Mart. "Sometimes the key you need... it's dangling right before your eyes. All you need to do is reach out and take it." Alice's tensed posture completely unfroze at those words, and her eyes narrowed in confusion for a moment before being replaced by her usual blank mask. "Fine. I'll sleep on it." Alice replied, then turned to walk away. "But this doesn't change anything I said about being a freak." K-Mart was shocked that Alice was teetering so close to leaving the convoy entirely. She didn't want Alice to leave. She wanted her to stay by her side, like herself with Claire. Hours later, K-Mart had only seen Alice a few times, once out of the corner of her eye, and the rest of the times she seemed to be hanging around Carlos. By nightfall, Alice had all but vanished from her sight. The convoy had driven dozens of miles that afternoon, and had stopped for the night at a motel. Tonight was a rarity; everyone had a room to themselves... Even Claire. "There's just not enough space on this tiny bed, K-Mart. Sleep in the room next door, I'm sure you'll be fine for just one night." Claire explained, pulling off her boots as K-Mart stood in the doorway nervously. "O-okay... But you'll wake me up in the morning like you always do... right, Claire?" K-Mart asked. "Absolutely. Now, get some sleep, okay?" Claire smiled at her warmly as she sat on the edge of the bed. K-Mart gave a silent nod and slowly walked into the next room, getting herself ready for bed as well. She was asleep the moment her head touched the pillow. Hours later, K-Mart awoke with a gasp, having just had a very heated dream involving Alice and Claire... together. Rolling onto her side, she immediately jumped back in panic. Alice was leaning against the opposite wall, her arms crossed and a sinister smile on her face. "Alice! What are you..." K-Mart barely whispered, startled by how Alice was yet to react to her own surprised reaction. "Claire said my key is dangling right before my eyes..." Alice spoke very slowly, yet to move her body at all. "Yes, I know that." K-Mart nodded slowly, her body relaxing in the presence of Alice. She was safe. But suddenly K-Mart's body began to move against her will... Forcing her back onto the bed on her back. Her arms reached above her head as she struggled to resist whatever was happening to her. Her hands stopped moving entirely, as if she was handcuffed to the headboard itself. "So I am taking my key, just like she told me to." Alice said quietly as she stood up straight and approached K-Mart, slowly sitting at the end of the bed, beside K-Mart's immobilized legs. K-Mart's eyes widened in surprise at Alice's words, she just noticed the bright blue glow that her eyes were giving off. Alice was the reason she couldn't move! She was holding her with her Telekinesis! "What do you mean by that? What do I have to do with this?" K-Mart asked in a heated whisper. "And let me go!" "Oh, K-Mart... Haven't you realized it yet?" Alice started to crawl towards K-Mart, who felt her legs being forced apart. "You are my key. And as for letting you go... Do you really want me to leave? You're the reason I want to stay with this convoy." Alice's voice took on a husky quality as she positioned herself between K-Mart's separated knees. K-Mart's brain finally made that final connection; the pieces all fell into place. Alice wanted her. "I'm not just Telekinetic, you know." Alice smiled as she made quick work of K-Mart's jeans, tossing them to the floor behind her with but a moment of mental focus. "I can also read your thoughts." K-Mart flushed bright red at the revelation. She must have been watching her sleep for quite a while. "Knowing that you're thinking about me in that way..." Alice teased as she lowered herself between K-Mart's legs. "I think my task has gotten slightly easier, don't you agree?" K-Mart knew at that moment what Alice was going to do, and due to her Telekinesis, she was powerless to resist as Alice slowly, tauntingly inched herself forward and gave K-Mart a single small lick. She inhaled sharply, her body instantly reacting to Alice's very cold tongue. "Alice..." She whispered. "Please..." "Please what, K-Mart?" Alice smoothly replied, moving forward again at the same slow speed. "Please... Alice... I..." K-Mart panted as Alice gave her another small lick with each time she attempted to speak. "I... Need..." "What do you need, K-Mart? What is it? Tell me." Alice's husky voice almost sounded like an amused purr. Her warm breath against her skin was not helping her situation in the slightest either. "I need... you." K-Mart managed to get past her reactions to Alice's taunting licks against her most sensitive skin. "I need you... More. I... I want you." 'So you want me to fuck you?" Alice replied bluntly. "Well, why didn't you just say so in the first place?" She smiled that same sinister smile, and K-Mart finally realized what type of smile it really was... It was a predatory grin... She was Alice's latest prey. Hers for the taking, and unable to escape from her clutches. Without further ado, Alice buried her face into K-Mart's pussy, skipping her previously slow and taunting tactic, and barreling straight ahead with her tongue fully extended. K-Mart tried to scream, but couldn't make a single sound. Her body - though restrained - instantly seized up around Alice's invading tongue. She felt an inferno rising in her entire body, the exact same feeling towards Alice she'd been trying to understand for weeks on end. Alice suddenly chuckled against K-Mart's skin, the vibrations causing her to tense even more for a split second... Then she remembered that Alice could read her mind. Not that there'd be much to learn at the moment; her brain was fogging up with the pleasure of Alice's oddly skillful tonguework. Was Alice a lesbian? "Bisexual, actually. You should see what I can do with a cock." Alice lifted her mouth away from K-Mart for a moment to speak. "But enough of this... time to switch things up a bit." With that, Alice slowly inserted her index and middle finger inside of K-Mart's folds, pausing briefly at the rising tension. When K-Mart's body relaxed enough to proceed, she began to carefully crawl up K-Mart's frozen torso, keeping her fingers slowly moving around inside her pussy. K-Mart's gaze was riveted to Alice's sky blue orbs in the darkness around her. Without a word, Alice swooped her head down and began to kiss K-Mart passionately, her slippery tongue easily sliding right past K-Mart's teeth and dancing with her own. K-Mart gave in to the tormenting bondage game that Alice was playing. She realized that resistance was pointless and far to exhausting. All she really had to do was sit back and take it, like all of Alice's other prey should've done. Alice however, was the first to moan, which proved to K-Mart that she was also enjoying this affair as well. The moment that K-Mart heard it, she let out her own pent up moans as well. She'd already given up physically... why not give in mentally as well? "That's right. You can't escape. Just like a spider and a fly." Alice lifted her head, a small trail of spit connecting them at the lips, while Alice's fingers began to speed up their rythmic thrusting elsewhere. Slowly lowering herself to K-Mart's chest, Alice used her free hand to slowly lift up K-Mart's tank top, exposing her young soft breasts. With a smirk, Alice began to lick K-Mart's left nipple and lightly knead her right with her free hand. "K-Mart was beginning to feel overwhelmed by Alice's torture, and clenched her eyes shut as her felt the rising pleasure begin to peak, signalling an imminent release. "Alice... I can't take this anymore... I'm... I'm..." K-Mart whispered, her vision becoming very blurry, and her head begining to spin. "Do it. I'm not going to stop at just one orgasm... I promise you that much." Alice whispered, her hot breath directly targeting her nipple. That was K-Mart's breaking point. With a furiously bright blush, K-Mart tensed tightly around Alice's pistoning fingers and her release overtook her mind, in which she blacked out. It took well over two minutes before K-Mart's eyes rolled back to their forward position, during which Alice had relented from her assaults on K-Mart's body. When she was recovered enough to talk, K-Mart stared meaningfully at Alice overtop of her, a smile forming on her face. "Why are you stopping? You promised that you wouldn't just stop at one." K-Mart whispered, her eyes half closed. "And I intend to keep that promise, K-Mart... Many, many times from this point onwards." Alice nodded, already sliding her fingers down K-Mart's stomach to reach her pussy. "Does that mean you'll stay with the convoy?" K-Mart asked hopefully, already enjoying the sensations of Alice's fingers on her body. "Yes. I'm staying..." Alice replied, giving her another small kiss. "How else will you return the favour?" She teased as she slid her fingers back inside of K-Mart's body. FIN
Chapter 13 - Chapter 13	Alice listened to Claire's plan with keen interest. It sounded plausible to pull it off, but the one governing variable was getting the two of them to stay together for more than a few seconds. If that failed, the whole plan went to shit. "So, I'll handle K-Mart, you deal with her, alright?" Claire finished explaining her idea in a whisper, in case anyone else heard them. "No problem. When do you want me to start?" Alice asked, but the expression of Claire's face was answer enough. "Now?! Really?" "Yup. Remember how I said that I wouldn't lecture them on their little dispute? This isn't a lecture, by a long shot." Claire smirked as she turned to leave. "My plan is to get the two of them fucking like rabbits." "But she's a cat..." Alice couldn't help but point out the obvious fact. "I'll get started, good luck." With that, they separated. Claire wandered off in search of K-Mart, and Alice marched straight towards Black Rock Shooter, who was standing with her back turned, eating from a can of beans. With so many options to tease her with, Alice opted for the old and reliable trick she'd learned early with Black Rock Shooter... "Hey, kiddo." She gently kissed the side of Black Rock Shooter's neck, gently wrapping her arms around her stomach. "What'd you find in the hangar?" "Whole thing was empty. But I did find a few cans of gasoline in the corner. Chase is in there now to grab them." Black Rock Shooter barely managed to ignore the blazing heat on her neck where Alice kissed her. "What about you? I heard you tell Claire about some gunshot wound or something." "I found a corpse. Fairly recent one, but they had enough supplies for my sticky fingers to take back to Claire." Alice rested her chin on Black Rock Shooter's shoulder as she spoke. "They'd been executed. Shot right through the chest, by the look of it." "I see." Black Rock Shooter replied simply, eating more beans. "I actually don't like eating these... I just realized that." She stared into her half eaten can with disdain in her eyes. "What I wouldn't do for some good sushi..." "Sushi?" Alice raised an eyebrow, amused by the revelation. "Or is it just the fish that's appealling to you?" "Either way, these beans taste horrible." Black Rock Shooter frowned into the depths of the can. "D'you ever just... eat something for the sustenance, rather than the taste?" 'Like blood?" Alice quipped. "Yes, actually. I can't stand the taste of M.R.E's, but for about two months, that's all I had to eat." Alice continued her story when Black Rock Shooter raised an eyebrow. "Like I told you, I'm an escaped Umbrella Project, but early in the outbreak I managed to infiltrate one of their facilities, and stole a bunch of supplies, including about 50 or 60 M.R.E's, which taste horrible, but that was all I had to eat, since I was on the run from them. Eventually, it became a necessary thing to eat them." "Sounds like fun." Black Rock Shooter smirked. "I mostly survived on canned foods, and if I was lucky, wild game that I caught before I came to this desert." "Well, I've gotta ask you: Have you been craving any blood? Like... a NEED for the rush?" Alice looked Black Rock Shooter dead in the eye. "It's pretty intense for the first time, so let me know right away, promise? I can't have you adding 'vampire' to your growing list of titles." "Bodyguard, Ronin, Neko, Virus Carrier, and now Vampire?" Black Rock Shooter chuckled softly, sounding very much like her purring. "Quite the list." "Mine's not as big: Head of Security, Project, and Lover." Alice gently kissed Black Rock Shooter's cheek. "YOUR Lover, I might add." She smiled cheekily. "What about Claire?" Black Rock Shooter glanced at the distant form of Claire's red hair, leaning on the side of the Hummer with Ada and K-Mart. "Aren't we all together, as equals?" "We are..." Alice kissed her cheek again. "But let's be honest... You're my favourite, kiddo. I do like Claire, but I LOVE you." Black Rock Shooter blushed vividly at Alice's words. Alice just had a way of making her feel... special. And she loved Alice too. "I love you too, Alice." Black Rock Shooter whispered into Alice's ear before their gazes met and locked for several heart throbbing seconds, their lips barely half an inch apart. With hearts throbbing, they slowly gave each other a gentle kiss, never breaking their eye contact as Alice allowed Black Rock Shooter to take the lead, kissing her a bit more deeply. Black Rock Shooter let out a purr, her throat rumbling as she pressed her tongue against Alice's teeth, requesting entry that was quickly granted. "Well, that lasted all of five minutes." Ada commented with a glance at the pair making out in the middle of the tarmac. "Next time, I'll bet they don't even last for three." "What's the matter? Why are you so suddenly interested in them kissing, Ada?" K-Mart asked, scraping the bottom of her food can with a spoon for the last of her soup. "I was bored, and just started to watch them. That's all." Ada replied, noticing out of the corner of her eye that Claire had been rolling her eyes. "I was watching them too, and yes, I was also timing them. But, unlike you, I had a reason besides boredom." Claire smirked. "And what reason is that?" Ada asked, raising an eyebrow. "Just remember this..." Claire smirked wider as she simply said. "I've seen them both naked." "Oh god, I didn't need to know that! Nor do I need to remember it either." Ada held up her hands in defeat as her cheeks burned with embarrassment. K-Mart started to laugh, and Claire simply reached for her radio and informed the convoy they would be leaving in five minutes, her face plastered with a huge grin. Black Rock Shooter's face was positively glowing when she returned to the Hummer, a silly grin on her face that was mirrored by Alice's cocky smirk when they climbed in the vehicle. Claire kept her poker face strong, since this was all part of her plan. But, it was a welcome sight to see Black Rock Shooter in such a good mood. Her constant annoyance and borderline anger was quite wearing on the other survivors. "First she was purring in her sleep, now she's freakin' smiling! Oh great and powerful Alice, tell us your secrets!" K-Mart jokingly bowed her head to Alice, who waved her hand airily. "A few words, and hitting just the right spots, then BAM! One VERY happy kitty." Alice replied with a grin. "The sex is just an added bonus." Ada made an unamused sound in her throat, rolling her eyes at Alice comments. "And you? You're grinning like an idiot." Claire glanced at Alice in the mirror. "Let's just say... My tail's good for more than just getting stuck in doors and being someone's squeeze toy." Black Rock Shooter smiled widely, glancing at Ada out of the corner of her eye as she spoke. "So one of you likes tails..." K-Mart pointed at Alice. "And the other likes a few words and touches..." She pointed at Black Rock Shooter. "Before you're both set off like a rocket..." She suddenly smiled darkly. "Interesting." Claire felt a shiver run up her spine at K-Mart's comment, and she suddenly shared a glance with Alice in the mirror. Maybe her plan wasn't completely necessary after all... By mid afternoon, Claire had driven over another patch of damaged road, which jostled the sleeping form of Alice to the side suddenly, forcing her across K-Mart's legs and her head crashed to Ada's lap with a thump. "ALICE! WHAT THE HELL?!" Ada sparked up instantly, grabbing Alice by the back of the head and shoving her away, her cheeks blazing furiously. "Huh? Wha..." Alice shook herself to full awakedness. "Someone recap what just happened?" "You fell over and your face landed in Ada's lap." K-Mart was giggling to herself after witnessing Ada's reaction. "So she grabbed your hair and shoved you aside." "So you like it rough, huh, Wong?" Alice smirked before resting her head against the window in a more stable position than previously. "Never took you as the S&M type." "Shut up, Abernathe!" Ada scowled viciously, and Claire suddenly snapped her fingers, ending the argument instantly. "Enough." She barked sharply, and in her commanding tone, woke up Black Rock Shooter. "Seems like no one can sleep in here, huh?" K-Mart sighed, but Black Rock Shooter simply curled up into her cat-like ball and went back to sleep again with a small yawn. "Oh yeah... part cat. Nevermind." "By the sound of it, you had a pet cat before the outbreak." Ada raised an eyebrow at K-Mart's comment. "No, I just know cats will sleep in weird places... Like in the middle of a hallway, or on top of shelves. Stupid shit like that." K-Mart explained. "I had a dog, but I sold him before the outbreak started." Black Rock Shooter purred in her sleep, then suddenly twisted herself onto her back, bringing her arms up to her chest very much like the paws of a cat. Her tail flicked through the air before easily wrapping itself around her right leg. "That tail of hers is almost like a third hand. She's getting good at using it by now." Claire praised Black Rock Shooter's dexterity with her new appendage, having watched it wrap around her thigh like it was nothing. Perhaps it was prehensile enough for her to use her katana with it instead of her hands? "It's her spine, of course she's going to get good at using it." K-Mart quipped. "But, the way she's sleeping, I swear she's becoming more cat-like by the minute." "That's fine by me, so long as I keep getting pussy, I'm happy." Alice suddenly smiled.
Chapter 9 - Chapter 09 - more sex scenes	managed to pull K-Mart into the back seat, and after some convincing, Claire pulled over to allow Ada to take the vacant front seat. Needless to say, the threesome in the back seat was distracting to both women in the front seat. Claire was clenching her jaw tightly, since she was now the only one out of the four - Ada wasn't included since she was straight - that hadn't gotten the opportunity to have sex with either Alice or Black Rock Shooter. She unconsciously tightened her thighs together, trying to ignore the rising heat in her loins. "So, Mistress... What's the blonde's name?" Ada asked, her elbow resting on the door and her head in her hand. "Her name is K-Mart. It's a long story." Claire replied, just as K-Mart moaned particularily loudly from the back seat. Ada glanced back to see that she had Alice's head between her legs while Kitten was practically eating her face off. "I see." Was all that Ada said in reply. Evening came, and by then Black Rock Shooter and K-Mart had passed out, laying on Alice's shoulders from either side while she sat in the middle seat, her arms around their shoulders, pimp style. Claire asked Ada to check a small farmhouse for zombies. "Will this get me back my gun?" Ada asked, not moving from her seat. "No. But you'll get your knife back." Claire shook her head sternly. "A certain someone's influence has started to rub off on us. Until then, clear the house. I know you can fight." "So clearing the house rewards me with my knife? But I can't use it to clear the house? Interesting." Ada opened her door and stepped out. "Can I at least have a flashlight?" "Fine." Claire grabbed a small LED flashlight, clearly catching on to Ada's plan to use the flashlight as a weapon. She handed it over, but Ada showed no displeasure at the device. Rather, she clicked it on, and entered the farmhouse. A minute or two later, Black Rock Shooter suddenly woke up, grabbing her head in mild panic. A few seconds later, she breathed a sigh of relief, and noticed that they were waiting outside a farmhouse. "Who went inside?" She asked, her hand inching towards her nearby katana. "Wong. No weapons, just a small flashlight. You can go after her if you want... but she's a member of this convoy now, just like you. Don't try to kill her, got that?" "I kicked her ass already. I think the shame of defeat is still gnawing at her." Black Rock Shooter nodded, quickly entering the house and tapping Ada on the shoulder. "Claire sent me." "Fine." Ada replied right away. "First floor is clear. I'll check the basement, you check upstairs." Black Rock Shooter's lip twitched at Ada ordering her to do something, but her brain caught up to her anger, and realized that it would separate them, but still get the job done. She spun on her heel and silently marched up the stairs while Ada entered the kitchen. Upstairs, Black Rock Shooter gripped her katana in one hand, her ears catching the sound of Ada's movements down below, and she slowly opened the first door... With a crash, the door was suddenly thrown open, a zombie crashing through as she released the doorknob and drew back her blade, slicing off the head without even a second of hesitation. She leaned her head inside the room, finding nothing else, then moved to the next room, suddenly sensing movement downstairs. Ada must be finished with the basement already. Sudden slamming against the door at the end of the hall caught Black Rock Shooter's attention, and she knew a zombie was on the other side, so she kicked the door open, and swung her blade, accidentally splattering some blood from the previous zombie across her own face. Decapitating the zombie with a second swing, the blood that splattered out coated her face, and splattered all over her torso, making her look like she'd slaughtered more than just two zombies. With the rest of the rooms empty, Black Rock Shooter wiped her face of the blood, calling down to Ada that it was all clear. "I'll go let Mistress know." Ada called back, leaving Black Rock Shooter to clean herself up and drag out the two bodies. Minutes later, the sounds of vehicles and activity reached her ears as she moved the two corpses into the hall, ready to drag them outside when Black Rock Shooter heard a pair of near silent footsteps behind her. "Alice?" She turned around to see her partner standing at the bottom of the stairs, her normally teasing smirk absent from her face, instead, it was replaced by a never-before-seen emotion... Fear. "How long has that blood been on you?" Alice asked in a low voice, her eyes raking all over Black Rock Shooter's blood drenched body. "A few minutes. What's the matter, Alice?" Black Rock Shooter replied, confused. "Come with me..." Alice held out her hand, but when Black Rock Shooter didn't move, she added. "Hurry!" "What's going on, Alice? Talk to me!" Black Rock Shooter demanded, just as Alice's eyes lit up with her Telekinetic light and she was dragged through the air towards Alice, landing over her shoulder. "WHAT THE HELL, ALICE?!" "Consider yourself lucky that I was the one who found you covered in infected blood. If it was Claire, she'd make you take a vodka bath. Waste of booze, in my opinion." Alice spoke calmly, but her face strides towards the first floor bathroom, putting her down on the counter as she opened the medicine cabinet with her Telekinesis. "But we dont even have time for that." "What the hell are you looking for? I could help..." Black Rock Shooter began, but then she realized that she was developing a strange feeling headache. The top of her head, just above both her ears was beginning to ache with rising intensity. "None here..." Alice muttered to herself, glancing at Black Rock Shooter suddenly. "Ditch your bikini... Time to improvise." "Wait what?!" Black Rock Shooter was starting to feel panic rising in her throat. Alice was usually so calm and fun, but she was acting so... different. "I've got to get as much of the infected blood off you as possible. The longer this takes, the less of a chance I've got to save you!" Alice grabbed Black Rock Shooter by the hips with both hands. "Don't move..." Black Rock Shooter realized what Alice was freaking out about... She was absorbing the infected blood through her skin... Suddenly Alice began to lick the blood off her body, causing her to squirm with a gasp. Alice's tongue was really cold, and it was tickling her, she couldn't resist moving around until she felt both her arms stretch over her head, immobilizing her attempts at squirming. "Couldn't you just... hah... w-wipe it off?!" Black Rock Shooter hissed, her headache intensifying slightly. "Wiping would only get the blood on the surface of your skin off... I can sense the Virus inside your body, I'm absorbing it... Remember what happened at the other farmhouse? I sapped your strength in the same manner, so don't expect to be moving around once I've finished this." Alice spoke between long licks all over Black Rock Shooter's stomach, making her shiver with each pass. "But at least you'll be alive, remember that..." "Just... hurry the hell up... This tickles like crazy..." Black Rock Shooter shivered as she hissed through her teeth at Alice. Her head was starting to pound, and it really hurt. "Oh, suck it up you big baby." Alice teased, about halfway finished. "Halfway there." Black Rock Shooter was trying her best not to move, even with Alice's Telekinesis holding her in place. Alice had been ignoring the blood at her throat and breasts, but slowly began to untie her bikini as she rose to lick Black Rock Shooter's collarbone. "This... is really kinky. Hurry... N-Nyan~." Black Rock Shooter's face - already blushing - turned a brilliant crimson when she realized she'd just meowed like a cat. Alice smirked, but kept licking her neck. Within a minute or two, Alice was satisfied by her work, and released Black Rock Shooter's arms from her Telekinetic grasp. However, since her... method wasn't proper, she decided to keep an eye on her until there was no possible chance she would turn into a zombie. She planned to sleep with her for the night, just in case. "Done cleaning me now? If you don't mind, I'd REALLY like to get off, no thanks to you." Black Rock Shooter placed her hands on Alice's hips, pulling her closer to the countertop. "You don't have to ask me twice." Alice smirked, taking Black Rock Shooter's mouth in her own with a smirk. Alice felt relief that she'd managed to save Black Rock Shooter, and unconsciously she released that feeling as she passionately kissed Black Rock Shooter, pulling her into her body in a loving embrace. "Why don't we take this upstairs?" Alice breathed into Black Rock Shooter's ear as she lovingly traced her fingers along Black Rock Shooter's lower scar. "I've got a surprise for you." "So do I..." Taken by surprise, both Alice and Black Rock Shooter jumped back in panic at the sound of Claire's voice behind them. They turned to see her standing in the hall with her hands on her hips and a cheeky smirk on her face. "What kind of surprise? Is there booze? I could use a few drinks..." Alice smirked as she took Black Rock Shooter's hand and gently pulled her into the hall with Claire. "I'm not telling... Just go upstairs. I'll join you in a minute, okay?" Claire's unusually teasing smirk made both Alice and Black Rock Shooter oddly excited, and they hastened to the upper floor, Alice forcing the two zombie corpses into a closet as they passed with her Telekinesis. Without even waiting for Claire, they began kissing each other the moment they had entered the room, Alice pushing Black Rock Shooter down onto the massive bed. Black Rock Shooter hummed happily, nibbling at Alice's lower lip as the two of them practically ripped each others clothes off. "So..." Black Rock Shooter suddenly spoke up as Alice crawled over top of her, smirking. "What was YOUR surprise?" Alice swooped down for a kiss, chuckling to herself when Black Rock Shooter felt Alice insert something into her wet entrance. She inhaled sharply as Alice replied. "This." Black Rock Shooter managed to spare a glance at Alice's hand between her legs, revealing that she had a purple rubber dildo shoved inside her, but she also spotted something else that made her eyes widen... "Smart." Claire smiled as she leaned on the doorframe, the light from the distant moon outside was spectacularily illuminating her astonishing new outfit. "Should've thought of that myself." Alice glanced back at Claire, a cocky smirk on her face that quickly changed to her jaw dropping. Claire was standing there, wearing a pair of fishnet stockings, garter belt, a skimpy thong, and a corset that made her tits nearly explode from her chest. Even Black Rock Shooter was stunned into silence, a bead of sweat trailing down her face. "What? Too much?" Claire's cheeks turned a light pink. "I originally meant to use this on just you, Alice..." Claire slowly entered the room, crawling over Black Rock Shooter's prone form. "But I think our double surprise is more than enough for you, right babe?" Claire kissed the side of Black Rock Shooter's neck, then whispered into her ear. "Just relax, I know you're gonna like this." She purred lovingly, just as Alice began sliding the dildo out from her body, then thrusting it back inside. Outside, away from the prying eyes of the three women upstairs, Ada watched the activities of the convoy from behind the corner of the farmhouse. She had finally tracked down Project: Alice, and on the side, her old foe, Kitten as well. The fact they're sexual partners was just an added bonus. Now all she had to do was lure them into a trap. She thought with a small, but dark, chuckle. The next morning, just as the sun was beginning to rise through the window, Black Rock Shooter, Alice and Claire were asleep in a tangled mess of arms, legs, and hair. They had fucked each other senseless during the night, and Claire's lingerie was scattered all around the room, along with both Alice and Black Rock Shooter's limited clothing. Suddenly Black Rock Shooter's eyes snapped open, the sound of a songbird chirping from outside startling her back from her sleep. Slowly extracting herself from under Alice's arm and Claire's legs, Black Rock Shooter quickly got herself dressed, pulling on her panties and shorts before tying her bikini with a yawn. As she looked around for her boots, she noticed that a pair of black thigh high stockings were draped on a nearby dresser. With a shrug, she grabbed them and slowly slid them up her legs, enjoying the oddly sexy look they gave to her legs. Slipping on her boots, she grabbed her shoulder holster from the floor and grabbed her sheathed katana before leaving the room and shutting the door behind her... A sudden tug and a jolt shot straight up her spine, and she yelped in pain, causing Alice and Claire to wake up. They both gasped when they caught sight of Black Rock Shooter's horrorstruck face... and her changed appearance. Black Rock Shooter stared at them in silence, her eyes watering from pain, while both Alice and Claire stared at two different sights: Alice was gawkng at the long black cat tail extending from Black Rock Shooter's lower back, while Claire was staring numbly at the matching cat ears extending from the top of her head, perfectly matching her long black hair. "What... the hell." Claire stared at Alice, then back at the strange sight of... Cat Black Rock Shooter? "What the hell is going on here?!" Alice, however, was focusing on something that neither of them could see... there was T-Virus inside of Black Rock Shooter, she had clearly mutated into this... cat thing while they were sleeping, so none of them even realized it either. "She's got the T-Virus now. Just like me. Was there any other blood that I didn't clean off last night, kiddo? Because if there was, then that's how you mutated like that." Alice gave her a stern look as she spoke. "I got some on my face, but I wiped it off before you even got there." Black Rock Shooter admitted, realizing that she was just like Alice now... except that she had apparently mutated in some way. "What do you mean... mutated?" "You have a tail... and cat ears." Alice explained slowly. "And by the sound of it, you got your tail caught in the door, right?" "I guess so..." Black Rock Shooter admitted, her cheeks turning red. "So you're saying I've changed into a freaking Neko?!" "That's exactly what they're saying, Kitten." Ada came out of the room across the hall, a slightly triumphant smirk on her face as she regarded the now appropriately nicknamed Black Rock Shooter. "You've just made my day." She added with a wide smile. "CHOKE ON A COCK, YOU WHORE!" Black Rock Shooter snarled at Ada, who chuckled to herself before leaving down the stairs.
Chapter 11 - Chapter 11	By the time that the rest of the convoy was awake and preparing to move on for the day, Black Rock Shooter'd had her tail pulled by several of the younger survivors, and her ears had been petted and stroked to the point where she would actually hiss like a cat at anyone who put their hands near her head. She was shying away from the others, her ears flat against her head, and her tail wrapped around her torso underneath her black duster. Only Claire could approach her safely, everyone else had to deal with her claws or hissing, including Alice. "Tell you what, you sit up front with Claire, K-Mart can sit in the back with me, okay?" Alice held up her hands when Black Rock Shooter hissed at her when she approached. "Don't think I haven't noticed she can talk to you without fearing for her life." "She doesn't grab my tail every time I turn around, that's why she doesn't have to worry." Black Rock Shooter scowled, retracting her claws when she noticed they were out. "You might have had the Virus longer than me... But you're still human. I have to figure this out on my own... But I will thank you for teaching me the basics..." "Just... one last thing I forgot to tell you... Well... two things." Alice admitted. "First, you know how I'm Telekinetic? I got that as a primary power from the Virus... You'll get your own power, or something like that, eventually. And second, it might not seem like it, but your body is enhanced like you wouldn't believe. Strength, agility, endurance, even healing speed. Not to mention you are now immune to the T-Virus, since it's inside your body anyway." "All perfect things for me, since I prefer to fight up close and personal." Black Rock Shooter smirked. "But, unlike you, I'm a Neko now. I have additional issues to deal with, both inside myself... and with this infernal tail." She indicated the long black tail that had sprouted from her spine. "Fair point. But I just LOVE those adorable sounds you make when someone touches your tail. So kawaii~!" Alice slowly reached for Black Rock Shooter's tail, but the sound of a rumbling growl rising in her throat made her stop. "Easy, I was kidding. I've learned my lesson." "Whatever. Let's just get back to the Hummer." Black Rock Shooter grumbled as she marched past several survivors that instantly backed away from her as she approached. Ada was waiting beside the Hummer when they approached, idly picking at her nails with her newly returned knife. She glanced up to see Black Rock Shooter approached, and smirked for no reason, which made Alice narrow her eyes. "Something funny, Wong?" Alice asked, watching as the older Asian woman slowly resheathed her knife on her belt. "You're looking right at her." Ada replied, indicating Black Rock Shooter with a jut of her chin. "Look at her left ear." Alice glanced at the indicated sight, which was a small fly buzzing around Black Rock Shooter's ear, causing it to twitch constantly from annoyance. Her expression - once neutral and emotionless - was now perpetually annoyed, but with what seemed to be a permanent light pink blush to her cheeks. "Fuck off, Wong. I don't need to hear any of your bullshit." Black Rock Shooter scowled before walking around the Hummer and opening the front passenger door. She climbed inside and slammed the door, which made Alice frown, but Ada to smirk again. "Dahlia explained a few things to me... including the chat you had with them about your T-Virus." Ada spoke up to Alice. "She even mentioned what you'd said about the Virus rewriting your DNA, along with your personality with it." "Is this commentary hiding a snide remark, or is this an actual observation?" Alice narrowed her eyes at the woman before her. "I'm well aware of the changes she's going through, you don't need to remind me." "Well, since you've put it that way... Until she get's used to the changes, think of her as a little girl experiencing puberty for the first time. She's confused by the changes she's undertaking, and like you've said, her personality is being rewritten." Ada put her hands on her hips before adding. "That's my observation about Kitten. Take it as you wish, but that's what I think." "Well, if you ask me - being the other one with the Virus - I think you're full of shit, to be completely honest." Alice scowled at Ada. "Leave her alone, let me and Claire handle this." "Fine, fine. I'll leave it to the mighty Alice and Claire, duo extraordinaire!" Ada held up her hands in mock defeat. "But, one last thing... and this is a real observation this time..." "The seating arrangements in the Hummer have changed, yes. K-Mart is switching with her." Alice indicated Black Rock Shooter inside the Hummer with her thumb. "That wasn't what I was going to say." Ada raised an eyebrow. "I already knew that." "Then what is it?" Alice crossed her arms, not enjoying this mind game Ada was playing. "You have a scorpion on your shoulder." Ada pointed at the small creature skittering on Alice's right shoulder, which she quickly swatted away with the back of her hand. "Your welcome." "Can't kill me anyway. But since we're riding together, you should be thanking me instead. I basically saved your skin." Alice stomped her heel on the escaping scorpion before it got away. "Just get in and shut the fuck up, alright?" Both of them entered the rear seats of the Hummer, Alice taking her usual seat on the right, and Ada on the left, which left the center for K-Mart when she arrived. "Should've kept it, Alice." Black Rock Shooter spoke up from the front seat, sounding amused. "One little prick, and we'd lose a bigger prick right afterwards." "I've seen a cat eat a scorpion before, Kitten. Keep that in mind." Ada commented, assuming that her enhanced hearing was due to the feline aspect of her mutations. She also chose to ignore Black Rock Shooter's jab at her as well, since Claire and Dahlia were also likely to die from the venom, not just her. "What about Claire and K-Mart? They're pure human, just like Ada." Alice raised an eyebrow, already steeling herself to silence the bickering. "Would you want them to die from the scorpion too?" "No..." Black Rock Shooter's ears dropped to the side, rather than backwards when she was angry. "Well, there you go. Makes more sense now, doesn't it?" Alice asked calmly. "Yes." Black Rock Shooter replied, her voice imitating her ears, dropping quite low. "Good. Now, do me a favour and take a nap for a bit. I'll wake you up for lunch, alright?" Alice suggested quietly, leaning forward to whisper to Black Rock Shooter. "Fine. Talk to you then." Black Rock Shooter pulled her legs up onto the seat, then her tail wrapped around her shins as she leaned her head against the window and closed her eyes. By the time that Claire and K-Mart joined them, she was fast asleep. "Cat nap?" Claire smirked as she inserted the key into the ignition. "How'd you make her do it, Alice?" "I have my secrets." Alice smirked as she got out so that K-Mart could sit in the middle seat. "But I'm not sharing. You have to find them out for yourself." "Well, at least she isn't scaring the others. I had to do some fast talking - about BOTH of you - to stop them from coming in here and slaughtering the two of you." Claire replied to Alice's cheeky comments. "Consider yourself lucky, Alice. Not many people could've pulled off revealing not one, but two of their group members are carrying the T-Virus without instigating a riot." "That would be horrible for the seats. The bloodstains would never come out!" Alice smiled. "But... thank you. I'm sure she's grateful as well, once she wakes up." "Good. Now, let's get moving, I've had enough of this place." Claire turned the engine over and drove down the long dirt road that brought them back to the highway. Quite unusually, the occupants of the Hummer were all quiet, for one reason or another: Claire was driving, Black Rock Shooter was asleep, K-Mart was drawing in her notebook, Alice was staring out the side window, occasionally chewing her lower lip or her nails, and Ada was borrowing K-Mart's novel, finding the book surprisingly interesting. In her sleep, Black Rock Shooter had begun to purr - loudly - and her cheeks were steadily turning from her (un)usual pink to a deep red. Claire glanced at her, knowing instinctively that she was dreaming of having sex with Alice. "Someone's certainly happy." Alice smirked, glancing at the digital clock on the dashboard, and inwardly sighing. It wasn't time to wake her up yet, but she was really curious as to what she was dreaming about. "Her face is turning bright red, I think she's dreaming of you." Claire explained. "Mind if I wake her up to find out?" Alice shook her head suddenly. "I promised her I'd wake her up at lunch. I wouldn't bother." Even as they were speaking, Black Rock Shooter was beginning to show signs of waking up on her own. A few seconds later, she yawned widely - and incredibly cutely as well - opening one eye, then both as she blinked in confusion. "Mornin'." Claire smirked, noticing that a small fleck of drool was clinging to the edge of her lip. "Sleep well?" "It's still not lunch, is it?" Black Rock Shooter mumbled, rubbing her eyes with her knuckles. "No, we've only been driving for about forty five minutes." Claire replied, which made Black Rock Shooter give a disinterested 'Hmph' before curling up into a ball on her side, just barely able to fit within the shape of her seat. "Going back to sleep?" Alice asked, to which Black Rock Shooter gave a slightly muffled 'Mmm-hmm' in reply. And so she did. Within minutes, again, she was purring. Quietly this time, but definitely purring. "Y'know... all her purring is oddly soothing. I could just about fall asleep right about now." Alice yawned into her hand. "Shit, I think that's actually a great idea. See ya." With that, Alice clasped her hands behind her head, leaning back into the headrest with her eyes closed. "No fair, I don't have that privelege." Claire mock pouted, since she was the only one out of the five that couldn't sleep in the Hummer. SHE was the one driving! "I can drive, Mistress." Ada suddenly spoke up, her gaze had been locked on the pages of K-Mart's novel the whole time, but now they were staring straight at the back of Claire's head. "I was kidding. Still don't trust you enough yet, Wong. Next reward is your gun, not my keys." "What do I have to do for that?" Ada raised an eyebrow, slowly lowering her borrowed book. "I doubt just clearing the places we stay each night is enough." "Have sex with her." Claire jerked her thumb at the slumbering form of Black Rock Shooter. "What?! No! I refuse!" Ada instantly held up her hand in protest, entirely against the idea of having sex with her RIVAL... who also happened to be FEMALE! "Not doing that!" "Well, I guess that means no gun for you..." Claire smirked, giving Ada's embarrassed face a glance in the mirror. "She'd probably hate you a bit less if you did..." "I still refuse." Ada suddenly glanced at K-Mart, who had begun to silently heave with laughter. "You want an answer to your question? Yes. Yes, I am straight. Happy?!" "Quite." K-Mart finally broke down and began to roar with laughter, which woke up Alice almost instantly. When she clued in they were making fun of Ada, she began to chuckle as she went back to sleep again. None of them noticed the wide smile begin to creep onto Black Rock Shooter's face as the pair spoke.
Chapter 2 - Chapter 02	Black Rock Shooter took a few seconds to interpret what exactly Claire and Alice were doing behind her. Her booze addled mind felt a pang of disappointment and loneliness as she watched the women making out. Suddenly she heard Alice's distinctive purring chuckle, and before she could even hope to react, she was suddenly pulled up onto the bed, perfectly nestled against Alice's body, with Claire on the other side. "Shh... More than enough of me to go around. No need to look so sad." Alice whispered into her ear. Black Rock Shooter suddenly felt a strong sense of affection coming from Alice. Her voice was a soothing purr in her ears, her skin felt warm against her body... It was lovely. Before she knew it, Black Rock Shooter started to drift off, her eyes drooping as she got a bit more comfortable against Alice's body, falling asleep within minutes. "Alice..." Claire was still awake, however. "Why'd you do that?" First she had to deal with Alice's constant cock-teasing from earlier that day, but now a flat out cockblock as well?! "Shh... whisper." Alice hushed Claire. "She looked miserable when she saw us making out, like she was being left out. So I decided to include her, even if it's just to fall sleep together." "Think she's a lesbian too?" Claire nestled her head against Alice's shoulder, her eyes closed. Alice glanced meaningfully down at Black Rock Shooter, asleep against her body with a peaceful innocent expression on her face. Anything was possible, and considering Black Rock Shooter's earlier reaction, it was highly likely. "Once she's sober, we'll try asking, alright?" Alice put her arms around each of their shoulders, then kissed the top of Claire's head when she realized Claire had passed out before she'd spoken. With an amused smile, Alice repeated her action on Black Rock Shooter's head as well. "Sure sucks that I sober up so quickly." Alice mused to herself, listening to the two different breathing rhythm of her partners. Black Rock Shooter's were short and shallow, while Claire's were long and slow. Alice closed her eyes a few minutes later, but then opened them again when she heard the motel room's door creak open. She opened one eye, glowing bright icy blue, and the door closed smoothly with a faint click. She then closed her eyes again, falling asleep eventually with a faint smirk on her face. In the morning, just as the sun was beginning to rise, the three sleeping occupants of the motel room were an odd sight of peace. All tangled together in a chaotic mess of limbs and hair, black, red, and blonde. But, the peace was quickly ending as a single stream of sunlight slid across the floor, entering the room through a small bullet hole in the wall. Creeping with excruciating slowness, the beam ascended the side of the bed's disheveled blankets, inching along a scarred toned bare stomach, past long crimson hair, and straight into the only exposed face of the three... With a sharp inhale, the beam of sunlight instantly awoke Alice, who didn't move a muscle - something she'd mastered years prior - for fear of alerting others to her presence... Or in this case, awakening her two lovers, sprawled out on the bed on either side of her prone form. With a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips, she stared at her partners, unknowingly pinning her to the bed in their slumber. With a sigh, Alice decided to try falling back asleep when Black Rock Shooter moaned softly in her sleep, moving closer to Alice's warm body. With getting out of the bed becoming increasingly difficult, Alice slowly snaked her free arm around Claire's back, drawing her in close, just like Black Rock Shooter had done in her sleep. Might as well enjoy the comfortable silence while it lasted. Something was bound to shatter the solitude at some point. But nothing exploded, crashed, yelled, or even knocked on the motel room door. Complete and utter silence. Alice tried to fall asleep again for nearly twenty minutes, but in the back of her mind, she knew it was pointless to even continue trying. With a cute sounding groan, Black Rock Shooter clenched Alice's tank top tightly, her eyes imitating her grip as she finally woke up. She kept her eyes closed though, and Alice smiled at the slightly ill look on her face that barely disguised her hangover. "What you're feeling right now is called a hangover. Worst part about drinking is the morning afterwards." Alice whispered teasingly as Black Rock Shooter opened one eye very slowly. "Figures." Black Rock Shooter mumbled quietly. "I don't really think drinking is my thing." "Speaking of your 'thing'... Claire and I were wondering last night after you fell asleep if you're a lesbian or not..." Alice indicated the still face down catatonic form of Claire against her shoulder. "So? Is that a problem?" Black Rock Shooter's exhausted gaze suddenly sharpened into a glare. "Both of you clearly are... so why single me out like that?" "'Cause Alice wanted you to join us..." Claire's slightly muffled voice suddenly spoke up. "A threesome, basically." For the first time, Black Rock Shooter's impossibly pale face turned pink, then red, then a brilliant crimson as her grip tightened again on Alice's shirt. "But... I... Uh..." Black Rock Shooter stammered as Claire lifted her head and regarded the embarrassed teen shrewdly. "I can share, how about you, babe?" Claire glanced at Alice, who once again repeated her line from the night before in her signature husky purr. "There's more than enough of me to go around." With the foundation of their relationship in place, Black Rock Shooters lips tightened into a thin line before she gave a firm nod. "Good. Now that things are settled, I think I should be allowed to get out of bed, thanks." Alice smirked before inching her trapped arm down to Claire's hip, causing her to bolt up out of her skin with a panicked shriek. "You too!" She indicated Black Rock Shooter, who scampered to safety after Claire's sneak attack. However, in her mind, she noted - for whatever strange reason - that Claire's reaction had been caused by Alice. Was Claire ticklish? "Don't... Fucking do that. EVER. Again!" Claire's cheeks were turning red as she glared at the smartass smirk on Alice's face. "You were both laying on top of me. Not my fault you're ticklish." Alice replied with her smirk firmly in place as she got out of bed and stretched her arms above her head. Black Rock Shooter's gaze instantly locked onto her momentarily exposed midriff as her shirt rose a few inches to reveal her toned abs. "Hurry up, Claire, we got shit to do before we leave this place. C'mon, kiddo." Grabbing her katana while Alice grabbed her kukris from a nearby dresser, Black Rock Shooter followed along behind Alice as they all left the comfortable motel room and down the further staircase - the one that Claire used to get to their room the night before - and joined the short line for the first ration of food from the back of the M35 truck. "I've only been with the convoy for a day so far, so I guess this is the food line..." Alice smirked sheepishly as she clipped her weapons to her lower back. As she spoke, her duster move enough for Black Rock Shooter's gaze to lock onto Alice's hidden pistol under her arm, and a frown flickered on her face. Why did Alice lie about being the only blade user when she also had a gun? "Looks to be that way." Black Rock Shooter positioned her katana on her belt, like always. "But I... Never mind..." She faltered mid sentence, but shook her head slightly. "It's nothing." "When you say 'it's nothing' like that, it's something." Alice replied sagely, giving Black Rock Shooter a shrewd stare. "What is it, kiddo?" "I have my own food, and why do you keep calling me kiddo? I'm not a kid anymore." Black Rock Shooter glared at Alice with a tinge of pink in her cheeks. "You aren't of age yet. So, until then, you are henceforth known as kiddo in my books. Besides, how old do you think I am?" Alice smirked as she accepted two tin cans of food for them from Otto. "What do you mean? Where I'm from, I'm considered an adult." Black Rock Shooter knew she was pouting and couldn't do anything about it as Alice gave her one of the cans in her hands. "And where might that be?" Alice teased as they strode away to eat in slightly more peace and quiet. "And what is the age of maturity there?" "Japan, and it's eighteen." Black Rock Shooter replied as she took a small folding knife from the back of her belt and wrenched her can open, revealing refried beans. "What about you? Where are you from?" "Detroit, originally." Alice imitated her counterpart and used her switchblade to open her can, which was vegetable soup. "But I moved to Raccoon City for my job." "Sounds fun." Black Rock Shooter commented as she began to scoop out the bean mixture with a spoon she had replaced her knife with. "What did you do?" "Don't take this the wrong way..." Alice spoke normally, then leaned much closer to Black Rock Shooter and whispered. "I was head of security at one of Umbrella's secret laboratories." "That's fine. At least you had a title." Black Rock Shooter replied darkly, shoveling more food into her mouth before she continued speaking, her cheek bulging with the beans. "Back in Japan, I was a bodyguard." "What, for a corporation? Yakuza? Who did you work for?" Alice was suddenly very keenly interested in what Black Rock Shooter had meant by bodyguard. "No... bodyguard's not the right word..." Black Rock Shooter swallowed her beans. "More like a protector. For a young girl..." "Younger than you?" Alice asked, starting to put the pieces of Black Rock Shooter's strange puzzle in place. "Same age. Same birthday, in fact." Black Rock Shooter replied. "Protected her up until she was bitten by a zombie, and she made me kill her before she turned." "Hence your Ronin comment last night. Correct?" Alice gave a nod of understanding as the final piece fell into the puzzle. "What was her name?" "Mato Kuroi." Claire had finished her normal morning checkup with the respective vehicle drivers and was striding through the convoy's commandeered motel, calling out to any late risers as she passed each room. "Twenty minutes, then we're leaving! Get your asses up before we leave without you!" Claire called loudly over her shoulder, not watching where she was walking until she lost her footing on the broken staircase from last night and started to fall. As she fell, a strange - but very familiar feeling - floaty sensation surrounded her. Also odd, was how long it was affecting her. Shouldn't I have hit the ground by now? She though, staring up at the overhang above her. "What the fuck is going on..." Claire growled in frustration, then she started to slowly move - in midair - away from the broken stairs. "WHAT THE HELL?!" "Relax, I've got you. Hold still, Claire." Alice's voice spoke up from nearby, and Claire twisted her head around to see Alice with brightly glowing icy blue eyes, staring at her intensely. "What the fuck are you doing?!" Claire realized she was still in the air and began thrashing against whatever the fuck Alice was doing to her. "PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!" "Okay." Alice's smartass tone made Claire instantly regret her choice of words. With the strange floaty sensation vanishing instantly, Claire crashed to the ground with a grunt of pain. But the pain seemed to vanish right away when she scrambled to her feet and started yelling at Alice from only a few inches away. "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING TO ME?! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" "First of all, I saved your ass." Alice reminded her. "Second, it's called Telekinesis. I'm able to move things with my mind." "Should've told us about that sooner. Scared the shit out of me when you did that." Claire grumbled as she spun on her heel and walked away, fuming at her older partner's infuriating personality. Passing Black Rock Shooter at the Hummer, Claire's angry expression vanished for a fraction of a second upon sighting her younger counterpart examining her primary weapon without a single glance at her busy surroundings. The practiced and methodical way that Black Rock Shooter examined the entire blade in her hands was strangely calming for Claire to observe. Maybe because it was such a foreign concept for her mind to understand using a sword, let alone as a primary weapon. "Something bothering you?" Claire inhaled sharply when she heard Black Rock Shooter suddenly speak to her, clearly more aware of her surroundings than Claire had originally thought. "More like someone." Claire sighed, joining Black Rock Shooter against her beloved vehicle. "Alice is being a pain." "What did she do to upset you?" Black Rock Shooter asked, running her finger against her blade experimentally. "Something called Telekinesis. I fell off the broken stairs, and she saved my ass... But then she dropped me on the ground." Claire explained, watching the strange process that Black Rock Shooter was doing to her blade. She was sliding her finger perpendicular to the length of the blade, directly along the sharpened edge, but was doing so without drawing any blood. "So? Doesn't mean you should be so upset with her. Maybe she's only able to use that Telekinesis for short periods of time?" Black Rock Shooter raised an eyebrow at Claire. "Wouldn't you agree?" "Hmm... Maybe. I'm just testy with her since she's making a joke out of things." Claire admitted. "She's acting immature, and very childish at times." "Oh?" Black Rock Shooter lifted her katana and twirled it in a circle before sheathing it with a small click. "What do you mean by that?" "She was making fun of me yesterday for hours while we were driving here. Anything she could get a laugh out of, she did. At first, when I saw the two of you up there..." Claire jerked her thumb at their motel room they'd slept in together. "I thought you'd behave just like her; immature, joking, and a general pain in the ass... But you surprised me, I guess." "In what way?" Black Rock Shooter regarded her fiery companion, curiosity piqued by her comment. "You're way too mature for your age... Kinda reminded me of... I dunno, a bodyguard or, something like an assassin. That lone wolf, 'I don't give a fuck' attitude... I... I really liked that. It's a nice change compared to Alice, I'll tell you that!" Claire's cheeks turned pink at her revelation that she was drawn to Black Rock Shooter. "Well... Alice knows about my past... So I think you should too." Black Rock Shooter smiled very slightly. "As long as you share yours, that is." "I was a mechanic. Worked in a little garage in Raccoon City before everything went to Hell... Not all that glorious, to be honest." Claire replied, lifting her foot onto the running board behind her knee. "Well, I'm from Japan, originally. I was a bodyguard for a girl named Mato Kuroi... we were the same age, but I was always there to protect her, until she was bitten by a zombie, and ordered me to kill her with this..." Black Rock Shooter indicated her katana. "So, I came here to America about a year and a half ago, on one of the last planes out of Japan. Ever since, I've been fulfilling my duty as a Ronin. Killing all that are unworthy of living, especially the zombies." "Ronin? What's that?" Claire asked, staring at her with a new light in her eyes. Now that she'd admitted it, Black Rock Shooter definitely had noticeable Japanese features, save for her strikingly blue eyes, that is. Everything else about her was a stereotypical Japanese girl. "Also, your English is amazing for only a year and a half in the States." "I spoke perfect English back in Japan." Black Rock Shooter stated before she switched to explaining. "A Ronin is a masterless samurai, a wandering blade... a mercenary, basically. Since I lost my Mistress - Mato, I mean - I am now on a personal mission to rid the world of the zombies that killed her." "Can you still speak Japanese?" Claire asked, curious. Black Rock Shooter replied in perfect Japanese. "Of course I can. One must always remember their roots." "Translation?" Claire laughed, getting the answer to her question right away. Repeating her statement in English, Black Rock Shooter smiled brightly as she added. "I can teach you, if you'd like." "Sure, how about tonight? Sound fair?" Claire held out her hand to shake, but then remembered that Black Rock Shooter didn't like handshakes. She curled her fingers into a fist, then pointed her index at her knowingly. "Right, no handshakes." "Habit from protecting Mato. Someone tried to stab her, hid the knife up their sleeve while shaking her hand." Black Rock Shooter gave Claire's quick hand gesture an amused smirk. "So I cut his hand off with his own blade." "If you don't mind me asking... Why was she so important that she needed you as a bodyguard and had attempts made on her life like that? Was she some politician's daughter or something?" Black Rock Shooter shook her head. "Heiress to a Yakuza syndicate. Known for their violent takeover of the underworld in Japan, so she was always a target. I was given the dual task of being her best friend and bodyguard at all times, even when we were both in school." "Were there times that the two of you were ever separated? Sounds like a tough gig." Claire smirked before she reached for her radio. "One second." Signalling for the whole convoy to pack up and get moving, she indicated the Hummer and climbed inside, quickly followed by Black Rock Shooter, who continued her story. "I was her primary bodyguard, so almost every waking moment in the day I was with her. The remaining few times, she was with her father and his personal security team." When Alice joined them - accompanied by a slightly confused K-Mart - Black Rock Shooter fell silent again. Claire too dropped the chat for the time being, since K-Mart was almost guaranteed to ask about her presence in the Hummer alongside Alice. "So, Claire..." K-Mart suddenly spoke up nearly an hour of silence later. She had been idly doodling on a heavily graffitied notebook the entire time, not saying a word until then. "Who is she? Another girlfriend?"
Chapter 16 - Chapter 16	Black Rock Shooter glared at Ada, her face neutral save for her flattened ears and intense stare. Alice flexed her fingers after her wound healed, then suddenly dropped Black Rock Shooter to the ground without warning. Landing with the grace of a real feline, Black Rock Shooter's gaze never wavered from Alice's veil of hidden anger. "Still want her?" Alice spoke quietly, almost in a whisper. But her tone was monotone, just like Black Rock Shooter. "Then come get her." Black Rock Shooter held her ground, but over both of their shoulders, she spotted an unwelcome sight approaching them. "Alice, I'm still mad at her, yes... But right now we have a bigger problem. There's a bunch of soldiers in black creeping around the vehicles, and one of them just went inside the house." Black Rock Shooter's ears picked up the sound of a gun being drawn from a holster behind the M35. "One weapon. Grab it and kick some ass." Alice ordered, moving the weapons within reach with a glance at Ada. "You take her gun. We have to sound the alarm before this shit goes from bad to worse." Without even a moment of hesitation, Black Rock Shooter reached under her left arm and wrenched out her two remaining spare magazines for her pistol and tossed them to Ada as she grabbed her faithful katana and spun on her heel, stalking towards her nearest target, the one behind the M35. The moment she came around the side of the truck, she was greeted by the sight of a soldier in black from head to toe attaching some sort of explosive device to the side of the truck, his attention set on his hands rather than his surroundings. With an angry feline hiss, she launched forward and punched him straight in the face before he could turn towards her. Quick as a flash, she slit his throat with her katana as he stumbled back and reached for his gun. Without even thinking about Alice's order for one weapon, she wrenched his pistol from his holster and slid it into hers under her arm before dashing away to find another target. Suddenly a gunshot went off, and the whole farm erupted into chaos. Black Rock Shooter watched a soldier rising into the air high above the M35, then the house, before he was released from Alice's Telekinetic grasp and he plummeted to his death, well over a hundred feet above the two story house. Knowing she had to defend the convoy, Black Rock Shooter ran through the various gunfights, ducking low as Alice launched another corpse over her head. She sliced a soldier's head right off his body as he leaned around the school bus to shoot at Chase. Everyone who managed to glimpse her as she passed only saw a blur of black or - for the soldiers, before they suddenly had their throats slashed - a flash of steel. Alice smirked as she blazed past her in the middle of the farmyard. "Dayum, kiddo. Slow down so they actually have a chance against you." Hidden amongst the mixed corpses of soldiers and survivors, one wounded soldier was speaking into his radio while he readied a grenade like device with a dial and a blinking blue light. "Understood... sir." He received the order he needed, then cranked the dial and threw it towards Alice with the last of his strength. Alice saw the grenade hurtling towards her, and called forth a Telekinetic shield between her and the grenade. Not even a second later, it exploded as Black Rock Shooter hurtled between it and Alice's shield. With a deafening sonic boom and a big blue bang, she was slammed against Alice's shield, knocking the wind out of her lungs as Alice was likewise sent flying, but she slid several feet upon impact, stopping under the Hummer on her back as she heard a ground shaking impact. Scrambling out from beneath the Hummer, Alice went pale when she spotted a truly terrifying sight standing over Black Rock Shooter's dazed form... A Tyrant. Without even a glance at the stunned survivors around it, the Tyrant knelt down and grabbed the limp form of Black Rock Shooter with both hands, easily encompassing her thin frame in its grasp as it rose to full height and started running away, taking her with it. "NO!" Alice started to sprint as fast as she could in pursuit of the escaping Tyrant. "NO! NO! NO! NOOOOO!" Alice stumbled, crashing to the dirt, her hand reaching out futilely after it as she screamed in anguish, tears streaming down her face as the gunfights restarted behind her after the Tyrant's sudden arrival and spontaneous departure. Alic remained where she was laying until the gunfire stopped, sobbing into the dirt when she felt a pair of hands grab her biceps and haul her into a sitting position. "PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER, ALICE!" Claire's commanding tone broke through to Alice, but it was unceremoniously followed by a resounding slap to her face. "WE'RE GOING AFTER HER!" "Good luck taking down that behemoth. That, if you aren't aware... is a Tyrant." Alice took Claire's hand and hauled herself to her feet. "Besides, unless you guys left survivors, we have no idea where they were deployed from." "We did. I saw the fucker take both of you down with that blue bomb thing." Claire replied, leading Alice to a circle of the remaining survivors, each of them aiming a gun of some type at a wounded soldier, who was laying on his back with a heavily bleeding gunshot to the leg and a slashed stomach. "Get him to talk, but go nuts, Alice." With a snarled "Move aside!" to the survivors, Alice marched straight into the circle and grabbed the soldier by the shoulder straps of his bulletproof vest. "WHERE DID THAT T-103 TAKE HER!?" "Wait... you're still here?!" The soldier gawked at Alice. "It was supposed to take YOU!" "WHERE?!" Alice shook his vest violently. "ANSWER ME!" "Vegas! The Las Vegas facility!" The soldier felt Alice searching through his pouches and pockets with her other hand until she found what she was looking for... his GPS. "Claire. Take this, and gear up for fuckin' WAR. We've got a lost kitten to find." Alice tossed the device to Claire as she levitated the soldier into the air, making him whimper in panic before she violently twisted his spine in a full circle. "Find Wong. We'll need her too." She added as the corps crashed to the ground behind her back. "From what I know about their defenses and systems, they're not going to be expecting us to just waltz right in the front door." Ada finished sketching out a plan mock up as she spoke. "As for where they'd be keeping Kitten, there's two options: In a cell of some sort, or they'll begin experiments on her the moment they get her... so that'll obviously be in a lab somewhere." "What do we have - overall - for weapons?" Claire asked, cradling her M4 across her chest, like she always did. "And on the flip side of the coin, what should we be expecting them to shoot us with?" "I can answer that one." Alice suddenly stopped grinding her teeth and looked at Claire. "Standard issue shit involves M4a1's, M9's and a knife. Patrols are usually eight-man squads. But, when shit gets serious, they sometimes send out guys in heavy ballistic armour with heavier weapons, like shotguns or LMG's." "As for us?" Claire asked her original question again. "What do we have for firepower?" "Assault rifles, shotguns, a few snipers... Pistols, obviously." Ada shrugged. "Got any explosives or guns I don't know about?" "We have a few dozen grenades... And as far as I know, we also have a flamethrower and an M60." Claire glanced back at the M35. "Wait a second..." Alice followed her gaze and noticed several demolition charges were attached to the sides of the chassis. "They planned to destroy our vehicles!" Alice spoke to Claire, then spun on her heel and yelled for everyone to hear. "Check the vehicles for explosives! Gather them over here when you find them!" Within minutes, there were over a dozen charges of C4 piled alongside the weapons that were going to be taken to rescue Black Rock Shooter. After much debating, it was decided that Ada, Alice and Claire would go together, riding in the Hummer, while the rest of the convoy took a defensive perimeter at the farmhouse until they returned. "Gear up, we're going to be facing some serious firepower. Grab a bulletproof vest, at least two or three guns, and a lot of ammo." Alice slammed her open palm on the hood of the Hummer, where the three women were gathered. "We should also grab one for Kitten as well. My bet is they'd rather see her dead than escape." Ada strapped on a vest that Alice levitated off a corpse. "Still got her gun? She may want it back if we can't find her katana. I also still have all her knives and shit stashed in my backpack. We'll give them to her when we find her." Alice nodded, strapping herself into a vest as well. "Now, grab some guns, pack in as much ammo as you can, and get in. I'm driving this time." Claire waited for them to finish talking as she loaded the M60 with a full belt of ammo. They opted to forego the flamethrower, since it was only a small improvised model, rather than a full scale military one. Not only that, but the thought of being burnt to a crisp wasn't very appealing in case the tanks were shot at. Alice glanced back to the house, were everyone had gathered to watch them prepare. But as she turned back to her task of loading an M4's magazine with ammo, she noticed Black Rock Shooter's katana was actually still here at the farm. Walking over to retrieve it, Claire caught on to what she had found, and smiled. "Well, that's one thing off our list. Now we just need to find her!" Claire joked, trying to lighten the mood a bit. "I'll carry it." Ada suddenly spoke up. "It's the least I can do for her, as her aunt." "Pardon?" Claire stared at Ada in utter confusion. "Did you just say you're her aunt?" "Long story, Claire. We'll tell you AFTER we get her back." Alice tossed the sheathed katana to Ada, who caught it and lashed it to her belt, just like Black Rock Shooter always did. With nothing left to do except load their magazines, the three women fell silent, finishing their task a few minutes later and silently climbing into the Hummer, with Alice at the wheel and Claire beside her while Ada took her usual seat in the back, placing her M4 and a borrowed M3 shotgun across the seats beside her. "Judging my this GPS, we have about a four hour drive to this facility." Claire glanced at the confiscated device, then back towards Ada. "Think you can fill me in on what you said about being her aunt in that time?" She asked as she set a waypoint in the device for their return trip, centered on the farmhouse. "Alice's choice." Ada replied calmly, glancing at Alice as she started the engine and began to drive down the road. "Alice?" Claire asked, her eyes hopeful but forceful. "Four hours, you said? Well, it won't be everything, but you'll get the point. Go ahead, Wong. Fill her in." Alice replied, her jaw set and her mind locked on her feline lover's face. Umbrella had finally gone too far in their obsessive campaign for tracking her down. 'Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn.' She thought to herself darkly before adding. 'And that woman also happens to be an angry samurai cat.'
Chapter 1 - Chapter 01	The sands of the Nevada desert stretched for miles without end. Not that it mattered to a lone figure standing atop a particularly larger dune. She just followed the pull her instincts were directing her, without a second thought. Trudging down the side of the dune, she walked in silence, her path set to the southwest. Plenty of daylight left to burn, so she'd get several miles underfoot before setting her camp for the night. An hour later, a barely audible sound caught her ears. Faint popping sounds, some repetitively fast chattering, some slower, spontaneous sounds... Gunfire. Smirking, she immediately began striding in the direction she could hear the gunfire, her long brown duster trailing behind her. By the time she'd reached the site of the battle, she wasn't surprised to see a massive group of zombies swarming around what appeared to be a camp of vehicles, dozens upon dozens of armed survivors shooting at the zombies as they attacked at random. With her objective clear, the woman reached beneath her duster and withdrew two kukris before charging directly into the nearest group of feasting zombies. With ease, she decapitated three of them before they even sensed she was there. Before the remaining two could react, she impaled her kukris through their foreheads, wrenching them free with a grunt before charging towards her next targets; two zombies that were chasing after a young blonde teen, screaming loudly as she sprinted as fast as she could. Inches from grabbing her, she stabbed them through the necks, then twisted her blades viciously, pulling them free as the girl turned and gawked at her for a moment, their gazes locked. "Who..." The girl only managed to speak one word before the woman sprinted away, leaving the two zombie corpses in her wake. "...Are you...?" The girl finished her question after the woman sliced apart another passing zombie on her way to save another survivor. Amidst the gunfire and screaming, the woman's sensitive ears caught the sound of a commanding female voice barking orders to the others. She glanced in the direction it was coming from, and saw a fiery redhead with an M4 dictating the flow of the defense. So she's their leader... The woman thought to herself before continuing with her slaughter of the zombies remaining in the camp. By the time she had tracked down the last surviving zombie, she had barely broken a light sweat. With a swift kick to the temple, she knocked the zombie's head right from their shoulders, causing it to land at the feet of the redhead woman several feet away. "What the hell are you thinking?! Are you insane?!" The redhead woman exclaimed, jumping back from the severed head, ignoring the fact that this new woman just KICKED it off the zombie's body without any issue. She was more concerned by the fact this woman was drenched with blood, none of which was her own. "You'll get infected with all that blood!" "No, I'm fine. Been doing this for years." The woman with the kukris replied, her voice quite low. "Trust me... I'm fine." "Well... at least clean yourself off, so we're not paranoid... If you want to join our convoy, that is..." The redhead woman had a strange expression on her face; a mixture of hopeful and embarrassed. "...Fine." The woman sheathed her dual kukris onto her lower back. "But I need names. Who's the blonde girl behind you? I saved her earlier." "That's K-Mart. My name is Claire. Claire Redfield. What's your name?" The redhead put her M4 up onto her shoulder as she glanced at the blonde girl beside her. "Alice." "Well, follow me. You need to get cleaned up." Claire jerked her head to have Alice join her. "After you're finished, hop into the Hummer. We were getting ready to leave when the zombies arrived." Alice followed Claire to a barn nearby, then handed over a bottle of vodka, which made Alice raise an eyebrow at the Russian booze. "We ran out of soap, and this is surprisingly effective." Claire replied sheepishly. "I'm more concerned with where you were hiding it." Alice took the vodka and was amused to find that the cap was already opened. "I had a shot earlier, but I just shoved it into my back pocket when we were attacked." Claire blushed slightly before remembering the reason they were talking in the first place. "Better clean yourself up, I'll be waiting in the Hummer." Leaving the barn, Claire stopped at the entrance with her hand on the door frame when Alice called her name. "You want the bottle back when I'm finished?" She asked cheekily. Claire shouldered her M4 as she glanced back at Alice with a smirk. "Join me for a drink tonight... okay?" "Is that a date?" Alice teased as she shrugged off her duster to get rid of the blood. "Maybe... maybe not. It's just a drink." Claire replied before leaving Alice to smirk and continue cleaning herself up. By the time she'd finished removing the infected blood from her body, Alice was quite surprised to find that the pocket sized bottle was still close to full, even after her 'bath'. With a shrug, she shoved it back into her pocket, for the time being until her... Date with Claire, later that night. Miles away from the budding romance, another female traveler was staring into the distance of the desert. Unlike Alice, however, they were only carrying a single katana on her hip. But, similar to Alice, they wore a long duster - a black one. With intense blue eyes, her face was expressionless, seemingly devoid of any possible emotion as she descended her lofty sand dune perch and rested her hand on the grip of her blade as she walked. Within minutes, she caught sight of three shambling zombies ahead of her in the blowing sands. They hadn't noticed her presence yet, so she tightened her grip as she sprinted towards her targets. In the blink of an eye, she had decapitated all three zombies in a fluid graceful movement. She wiped her katana blade clean before smoothly sheathing it once again on her hip. She walked away without even batting an eyelash, leaving her latest kills to continue rotting in the sands. "So tell me... Where did you get the name K-Mart?" Alice peered at the young blonde sitting in the front passenger seat beside Claire, who was driving at the front of the whole convoy. "From K-Mart." The teen quipped before smirking. "No, seriously. I was hiding inside of a K-Mart store when Claire and the convoy found me. The name just stuck ever since then." "Cute." Alice smirked, amused by the simple story. "And here I was thinking you took out a whole store's worth of zombies in a K-Mart all by yourself." "Non-combatant." Claire indicated K-Mart with her thumb. "Never touched a gun before. Right, K?" K-Mart's slight embarrassment made Alice smile to herself before rejoining the conversation. "What about a blade?" "I'm sorry?" Claire and K-Mart were shocked by Alice's sharp alternative combat method. "Blades. Machetes, kukris, katanas... knives? y'know, sharp things... stabby things." Alice explained, pulling out a switchblade from her duster pocket to prove her point, snapping it open with a distinctive click. "No, god no!" K-Mart visibly shuddered at the thought of getting within grappling range of a zombie - willingly - just to kill it with a knife. Too much risk for too little reward. She'd rather shoot it from a safe distance and move on with her day. "A bullet will almost always kill a zombie, but blades don't." "Not true." Alice hummed. "I killed 178 zombies in the last two days alone. Guess how many times I swung my blades?" "178?" K-Mart guessed, clearly thinking of the 'one shot, one kill' method. "Try 150 swings." Alice smirked. "Double kills." She added when K-Mart started to use her fingers to calculate the contradiction. "Exactly how many blades do you carry on you, Alice?" Claire spoke up from the driver seat, sounding curious. "Five." Alice replied as she folded her switchblade and held it up for Claire to see in the rear-view mirror. "One switchblade, two kukris, and two combat knives." With each revelation, Alice unsheathed each and every blade she carried, showing them to Claire in the rear-view mirror each time. All her blades were extremely sharp, but appeared to be well worn from heavy usage. Not surprising, since it seemed to be her only fighting method. "What about a gun? Do you even have a pistol?" Claire asked, sounding slightly amused. "Yup. Rarely use it though." Alice reached under her right arm - revealing that she was likely left handed - and withdrew a nickle plated M1911a1 from a hidden shoulder holster. "Carried this during the shitstorm in Raccoon City with it's twin... but I lost the other one during my escape from the nuke." "You survived Raccoon City?" Claire glanced directly at Alice in mild disbelief. "Sounds like you used them more then, than you do now." "To be honest... I only fired the pistols, like... Once. Simultaneously. After that, I just had them on me while I fought with a knife and a police baton." "Broke the baton at some point?" K-Mart suddenly asked, looking at Alice's array of blades spread out on her lap. "I shoved it up some bandit's ass when him and his group tried to rape me about a month ago." Alice replied, soundly just a little bit smug about it. "Fucker was too stupid to realize that I'm a proud lesbian." Alice crossed her arms over her chest, her expression smoothly matching her smug tone. Claire instantly started coughing. K-Mart, however, burst into laughter. Their polar opposite reactions left Alice staring at them in utter confusion. "What?" Alice shot them both glares. K-Mart stopped laughing, gasping for breath as she turned to face Alice with tears in her eyes. "Claire is a lesbian too!" "K-MART!" Claire exclaimed, her face turning a brilliant crimson from embarrassment. "Oh..." Alice spoke quietly, barely above a whisper before her face switched to a sinister smirk. "So it IS a date after all..." She held up the vodka bottle to further prove her point in case Claire tried to deny it. "Fine! It's a fucking date! HAPPY?!" Claire barked, her grip on the steering wheel visibly tightening. "Actually... Yes. Yes I am." Alice replied, pocketing the bottle once again. "Wake me up if you need anything." With that, Alice closed her eyes and leaned back in her seat, clearly planning to sleep for the remainder of the drive. "What's this? You two are going on a date? Seriously?!" K-Mart was oddly excited at their planned date together. "But what's in that bottle she had?" "Vodka." Alice spoke without opening her eyes, clearly not asleep yet. "I'm just hanging onto it for Claire. It's actually hers, not mine." She smirked suddenly. "But I'm more of a wine girl, to be honest. Not that I can't hold my liquor." "I though you were sleeping." Claire spoke up, trying to focus on the road and ignore their combined teasing. "Falling asleep isn't instantaneous, you know." Alice smirked as she opened one eye to tease Claire further. "But I know ways to put someone to sleep in seconds." Claire's jaw clenched tightly as she locked her gaze to the road ahead. Just her luck, when she finally found a woman she liked, the woman was a huge fucking cock teaser. Why can't Alice just shut up and accept her advances without embarrassing her every time she opened her mouth? Alice, however, was happily enjoying tormenting Claire. In her experiences, partners who reacted like Claire would often times get her on their last nerve before suddenly giving into their desires, showing her just whose boss in the relationship. In other words... angry sex, and a lot of it. And Alice liked that. By evening, the black clad girl had traveled for almost forty miles, arriving at a small motel. Without bothering to check the rest of the rooms, she entered the first room on the second floor and closed the door behind her, flopping down onto the dusty bed. Her katana gripped in both hands, she rolled onto her side, falling asleep from exhaustion almost immediately. After driving for most of the day - and being bombarded by Alice's constant teasing - Claire finally pulled into a fair sized motel to stop for the night. She ordered for a team - including Alice, just to get that damn woman out of her hair for a bit - to search the rooms for zombies and supplies. With a knowing smile, Alice unsheathed her kukris and climbed out of the Hummer, leaving the fuming redhead alone for the time being. She immediately sensed a presence in three of the rooms - two on the upper floor, and one in the door nearest to her. "There's only three here. You guys take this room. I'll take the other two upstairs." Alice ordered, pointing her kukri at the 'occupied' motel room. "Fine. But be careful." One of the team reminded her as he clicked his pistol's hammer back. Alice's gaze momentarily glanced at his face, unsure as to why they agreed without questioning her instinctive knowledge, but then she strode to a rickety metal staircase, which creaked dangerously the moment her full weight was on it. She glanced down warily as she took another step, tensed for the imminent collapse of the rusted metal. Step. Creak~. Wait... Step. Creak~. Wait... Step... CRASH! With barely a split second to react, Alice launched herself straight at the upper ledge, her kukris skidding ahead of her arms as she hung from the balcony for a moment. "Alice!" Claire's horrorified voice called from somewhere behind her, but Alice hauled herself up and laid on her back for a moment to catch her breath. "Alice! Are you okay?! "Fine! Stairs broke. I'm up here!" She waved her arm over her head as she stood up. "I'll just jump down when I'm finished. There's two zombies up here." "Where?!" Claire called, obviously reaching for her M4. "Inside the room behind me, and the fourth one down. Just give me a minute to clear them out." Alice called back as she retrieved her kukris and strode right past the nearest inhabited room, kicking down the fourth door viciously before slashing her kukri into the zombie's head and pulled it free. Spinning on her heel, Alice returned to the room on the end, which was surprisingly still silent. Considering the falling staircase, kicking the door down, and all their yelling, the presence inside this room was still unresponsive. Sheathing one kukri, Alice flexed her fingers on the grip as she slowly turned the doorknob, finding it unlocked... With a crash, the door was pulled open, dragging her inside as a blade flashed through the air towards her neck. Quickly deflecting the slash, Alice released the doorknob and reached for her other kukri, immediately going into attack mode. With their blades locked, even for such a brief second, Alice got a good look at the girl trying to kill her. Blue eyes, long black hair, emotionless expression, and extremely pale white skin. But the girl tried another slash, which Alice blocked with her second kukri, swinging her first in an attempt to gain some distance between them. With amazing speed, the girl deflected her strike, stepping back of her own accord, allowing Alice to take in her attire; a long black duster, knee high boots, and short black shorts with a few pouches on her belt, as well as a black bikini top in place of a shirt. To top off her unusual attire, she also had two massive scars, one on her hip and the other on the side of her ribs. "You're good with that katana. It's refreshing to see another swordswoman in this wild west of gunslingers." Alice commented as they clashed blades several times. "Or are you just using this because it was the first weapon you grabbed?" "Swordswoman?" The girl stepped back, lowering her blade to her side. "You dare call a Ronin something so shameless and dishonourable?" "Ronin? What, like a masterless samurai? You got a name, kiddo?" Alice sheathed her kukris and offered her hand for the girl to shake. Since Alice was offering her hand to shake, the girl's gaze immediately scanned Alice for another weapon, then back at the offered hand before sheathing her katana on her hip. "Black Rock Shooter." The girl replied, taking in Alice slightly similar appearance to her own; knee high boots, duster, belt of pouches, and light clothes. "And yours, swordswoman?" "Alice. If you don't mind me asking... Do you have another name? That's quite a mouthful." Alice lowered her hand, since this girl clearly wasn't going to shake it. "I have no other name... But, for simplicity, call me one of them. Any will do." Black Rock Shooter glanced out the door suddenly when footsteps approached. "Hostiles?" "No, I'm part of a larger group. A mobile convoy, we're stopping at this motel for the night after driving all day." Alice explained as the barrel of an M4 slowly pushed the door open, revealing Claire at the other end of the assault rifle. "You'd do better joining us instead of going at it alone. That's Claire, leader of the convoy, and my... partner." Claire chose to disregard Alice's last cheeky comment as she lowered her rifle to examine the sword wielding girl beside Alice. A few seconds later, Claire offered her hand to Black Rock Shooter. "Got a name, kid?" Claire asked, noticing the icy stare the girl was giving her offered hand. "Okay, handshakes are out... But seriously, kid. Name." "Black Rock Shooter." Black Rock Shooter repeated her unique name, then glanced at Alice. "She has a gun." She pointed out flatly, but Alice detected disdain in her monotonous voice. "I'm the only blade user in our convoy. Everyone else uses guns, sadly." Alice explained. "Hmph." Was all that Black Rock Shooter said before walking out of the room to see the rest of their supposed group for herself. With Black Rock Shooter being antisocial, Claire heaved a sigh as she sat on the edge of the bed, clearly slept in by Black Rock Shooter. "Quite the name." "She said we can butcher her name. I say we just call her whichever one she responds to. Seems easiest." Alice shrugged, out of ideas. "And she's got that ninja sword too..." Claire's gaze was on the open door, where Black Rock Shooter's katana sheath could slightly be seen. "Katana." Alice corrected her. "So, kiddo... What do you think of your new group?" She called out the room, to which Black Rock Shooter's monotonous voice instantly replied. "Not a whole lot." "Woman of few words." Claire smirked, then glanced at Alice for a moment. "Got time for that drink?" "Hey... How old are you?" Alice asked, since Black Rock Shooter appeared to be in her late teens, clearly old enough to be out on her own... But what about old enough to drink booze? "Does it really matter anymore?" Black Rock Shooter replied. "Nineteen." "Well, I was wondering if you would care to join us for a drink? I promised Claire I'd have one with her... So why not join us?" Alice held up the vodka bottle, to which Black Rock Shooter returned to the doorway for a moment, staring at the liquid inside. "What type of alcohol is that?" Black Rock Shooter asked, eyeing the bottle with a hint of suspicion in her eyes. "It clearly isn't water." "Vodka." Alice replied, removing the cap and offering it to Claire. "Last chance. Want to join us? Might be fun~!" Black Rock Shooter hesitated for the tiniest second, then decided to join them. Alice seemed to be the more entertaining of the pair, while Claire seemed to be the more mature one, hence her status as group leader. She sat down against the side of the bed, on the floor. She accepted the bottle from Claire after she'd taken a drink from it, coughing a bit. Raising the bottle to her lips, Black Rock Shooter took a sip, cringing against the harsh burn of the alcohol as it went down her throat. It also smelled disgusting, quite like insect repellant. Laughing slightly to herself, Alice took the bottle from Black Rock Shooter, who was visibly showing her lack of drinking experience, judging by the way her eyes were watering. Knocking back a mouthful of the booze, Alice held it out to Claire, then spoke. "First time drinking, eh?" With a meek nod of her head, Black Rock Shooter reached down to her belt and removed her katana, placing it against the nearby nightstand as she relaxed with the two older women. "Well, just like I was taught; get hammered on your first time, then do it again as soon as possible. Build up a resistance so you can hold your liquor later on." Claire grabbed the bottle from Alice, halfway to her mouth. She took a swig, then pointedly handed the bottle to Black Rock Shooter. "C'mon. Drink." Obeying, Black Rock Shooter took yet another swig of the vodka, once again burning her throat as it went down. Like her first sip, she cringed, coughing slightly as Alice plucked the bottle from her grasp, laying across the bed on her side. "So, where are you from?" Alice asked, clearly the most resistant to the alcohol of the three as she took a large swig from the bottle. Black Rock Shooter didn't answer, her face suddenly gloomy. She took the now half empty bottle from Alice and took a much larger drink than previously. It was obvious she didn't want to talk about it. "Easy! Save some for us too!" Claire chuckled, taking the bottle from Black Rock Shooter with a smile. "I think you're gonna pass out at the rate you're going." Alice laughed quietly, her gaze switching between Claire and Black Rock Shooter idly, listening to their small talk. They slowed down with consuming the vodka, but they continued chatting about whatever topic that arose for another half hour, until they were all finally at the point to be considered 'drunk.' "Alice, I lovvvve yooou..." Claire slurred her words slightly, her eyes unfocused as she crawled onto the bed beside Alice, who was sprawled out on her back, grinning from ear to ear. Black Rock Shooter was leaning back, her eyes half closed as the two older women stared at each other from inches apart, Claire on her hands and knees above Alice, who had suddenly stopped grinning like an idiot. They were both stone still for barely a heartbeat, then Claire's flushed face dropped down, kissing Alice passionately, her hands holding Alice down by the shoulders as Alice's strong arms wrapped around her back.
Chapter 12 - Chapter 12	With both Alice and Black Rock Shooter asleep, Ada was sorely tempted to wake them both up, just for the hell of it. But with Claire and K-Mart present, she decided to leave them alone... For now. For once, Alice was having a dream about Black Rock Shooter. She was pinning her down, like always, kissing her passionately to the sounds of her intensely mixed purrs and moans. But this time, Black Rock Shooter's tail was rubbing against her clit, the silky soft hairs making her whole body shudder oh-so-perfectly~! A sudden bump in the road shattered Alice's dreaming, waking her in an instant. She glanced at K-Mart and Ada out of the corner of her eye, noticing that they too hadn't been expecting the sudden jostling either. "What was that?" Alice asked, her eyes sharpening almost instantly as she directed her gaze towards Claire. "Nothing to worry about, just road damages. This stretch ahead of us looks poorly maintained... well, y'know what I mean." Claire gestured to the cracked and cratered road ahead of them with one hand. "Funny, some of these holes look like... craters. Like something punched them or something." "Maybe." Alice hummed to herself for a moment while she considered the possibilities. "They're all fairly small, right? So that would rule out explosives. Ah, whatever, we're overthinking this." She returned to her previous relaxed position. "I'm going back to sleep." "Speaking of which..." Claire spared a glanced at tthe slumbering Neko beside her, curious as to why she hadn't woken up like Alice when they went over the first bump in the road. "Why didn't she wake up like you did, Alice?" "Hm?" Alice hummed in reply, not having been listening right away. "Oh, I don't know, to be honest. With the Virus, at least for me, I've become an incredibly light sleeper. Any sort of disturbance will wake me up right away. Since she's part cat, that might have an effect on her sleep in some way." "Just because I didn't move doesn't mean I'm not awake." Black Rock Shooter suddenly spoke up. "I was trying to get back to sleep, but since you've said the road ahead is a mess, I'm just laying here until we pass it." "Well, that settles it then. But mark my words, I will find a way to know if you're awke or not." Claire stretched her right hand out to scratch under Black Rock Shooter's chin, making her purr quietly. Black Rock Shooter slowly stretched her arms straight out, unconsciously extending her claws as well, stretching her stiff muscles in a very cat-like manner, then with a nimble twist, she sat upright, her eyes scanning the road ahead of them. "Looks like a battle was waged here... Something big." She spoke quietly, clearly thinking to herself. "Alice?" "Yo?" Alice replied instantly. "What is it, kiddo?" "What is a Tyrant?" Black Rock Shooter asked out of no where. "Seeing this damage, I can't get that name out of my head." "A Tyrant?" Alice smiled widely. "They're a Tier One B.O.W manufactured by Umbrella as, and I quote: 'The ultimate living weapon'. I've only seen files on them, but what I can tell you, is that they stand about nine feet tall, and have grey skin. From my time at the lab I worked at, they had a prototype Tyrant in development, known as the T-002. Some minor modification failed, so the T-002 had a mutation to the right arm, giving it a spiked weapon instead of fingers." "What I'm more concern with, is the fact one managed to escape from them." Ada spoke up suddenly, her gaze riveted to the novel in her lap. "Unless it was deployed out here for a reason." "She has a point." K-Mart agreed. "Why would they send a Tier One out to the middle of the desert?" "Me." Alice replied, sounding just a little bit smug about it. "I'm an escaped Project of theirs, and for the past two years, since Raccoon City, I've been escaping from their clutches, without fail. My bet is they want the Tyrant to capture me alive, and drag me back to one of their labs." "Project?" Black Rock Shooter asked, her eyebrows furrowed with confusion. "Project: Alice." Alice smirked. "That was my title. My purpose was an assassin. They sent me on missions to takedown anyone they deemed a threat." She smiled widely before adding. "But now they can suck my dick. It's about time we turn the tables on those corporate jackasses." "Good luck with that." Claire glanced at Alice in the mirror. "You do that on your own, I'm not sacrificing a single member of this convoy to help you take down Umbrella. Besides, do you even know where to start?" "Actually, I do." Alice smirked in the same smug manner as before. "Las Vegas has an Umbrella lab hidden in the outskirts of the city, and, admittedly, that was where I was heading before I met you, Claire." "Good thing we're avoiding Vegas anyway. That place'll be crawling with zombies." Claire made her disapproval of letting Alice go off on a suicide mission very clear. But to further drive her point home - just by coincidence - she drove over another bumpy patch that made Black Rock Shooter accidentally sit on her tail. "Kyaa~!" Her eyes widened with shock before she suddenly glared at Claire, clutching her tail to her chest with both hands. "CLAIRE!" "My bad, sorry babe." Claire was tempted to scratch under her chin, but a glance at her extended claws made her stay her hand. "Put them away, it was an accident." She ordered, indicating her extended claws with her index finger. Grumbling to herself, Black Rock Shooter complied, the short claws smoothly sliding back inside the tips of her fingers. She then glanced out the window of the Hummer before saying quietly. "Sorry..." "I said it was an accident. Why are you apologizing?" Claire raised an eyebrow at the change in behaviour, from angry to apologetic. "My claws. I... I can never tell when they're out or not." Black Rock Shooter held up on hand, extending her claws as she stared at them. "Even when I extend them, I don't feel anything. When they retract, nothing changes either." "I can answer that." Alice spoke up. "Your enhanced healing speed prevents you from feeling them move. If you didn't have that regeneration, you'd be able to tell when they extend or retract. Every single time." "Well, there's your answer." Claire smiled gently at Black Rock Shooter. "Y'know, if we had access to working X-Ray machines, we could get a look at your hands, see what really goes on inside those fingertips of yours. What do you think?" "To be honest, it just sounds boring. Why would I have to find out that I have clawed fingers a second time? Once was more than enough, thanks." Black Rock Shooter leaned back in her seat as she spoke, stretching her torso with a luxurious groan. "Same goes for my tail. Just an extension of my spine, as far as I see it." "And a magnet for doors and hands." K-Mart joked, which earned her with an unamused scowl from Black Rock Shooter. "Well, if we do ever find one, I'd like to see the X-Rays for the skeletal mutations for myself... If you'd be willing, Kitten." Ada suddenly spoke up, her voice taking everyone by surprise. Usually her tone was sarcastic or hid a snide remark, but she was genuinely curious about Black Rock Shooter's mutations. "See, Claire?" Alice quickly leaned forward to whisper to Claire - but also to prevent Black Rock Shooter from lashing out at Ada, just in case. "There's still that 1%..." Later, around noon, Claire began to direct the convoy to a former airfield, parking the Hummer on the dusty runway and tapping Black Rock Shooter on the leg. "You're up, babe. Clear the hangar so we can eat." Claire ordered her feline companion before turning to Alice. "Alice, you're doing those buildings over there." "You got it." Alice nodded as the pair climbed out of the vehicle and went to their respective objectives. Inside the small administrative buildings, Alice explored the interior unapposed for several minutes, until she came across a dead body of a well equipped survivor that appeared to have died very recently. She crouched down, examining the body for bites... or bullet wounds. Finding nothing obvious, she rolled the corpse over, revealing a neat round bullet wound in their chest. Right through the heart... Executed. "Someone else was here... Or still is..." Alice muttered to herself as she glanced out the nearby window and spotted Black Rock Shooter exitting the hangar, her tail swaying behind her as she walked, while her ears pivoted back and forth like her own personal radar. With some gear to take, Alice used her Telekinesis to just lift the whole corpse into the air behind her, continuing to search the administrative building for a few more minutes, finding nothing else of interest. She left, with her cargo in tow, and returned to Claire. "All clear on my end. Found a friend though. Gunshot to the chest." "Strip the gear, then grab some food. Hangar's empty too." Claire gave a nod, then glanced at Black Rock Shooter standing nearby. "When you've got a minute... come see me. I've got an idea for our furry feline friend and a certain blonde." "Sounds kinky." Alice smirked before removing the ammo and supplies from her corpse companion. "It is..." Claire admitted. "And if it goes well, then Wong is next."
Chapter 0 - What do you think about the name Kana?	Corrin could do nothing but wring his hands together. It took all he had just to stop himself from pacing across his room. He couldn't lie down; he couldn't calm down. He sat at the side of his bed facing the door, waiting for... Azura. The lovely dancer who marched through the battlefield, his ally closer to him than any retainer or fellow royal. And here she was coming to his room to bed him like a-a harlot! Now his thoughts of respectful appreciation start to wane and crumple. Corrin’s head starts to hang up on that same slender form as she strolled across castle grounds. Of that garb of hers that shamelessly exposed so much, so bare that he often caught her-her smallclothes when he would steal a glance of her. Or that beautiful tune her voice could carry and how he wants nothing more but to have the same sweet voice turn hoarse as she chants his name in rapid, near breathless succession. Oh, Corrin! Brother! ‘No, no, no, no!’ Corrin cups his face in his hands. He thought just convincing the king would be the hard part. He didn’t know father would propose an alternative, nor an alternative that was so-so vulgar! A brood of dragon spawn warriors? No, no, no. This was all exaggeration and future-proofing, surely. Surely, Garon didn’t really mean to have him spawn an army. He would simply fulfill his duty and f-father a child with Azura, and they, in turn, would have their own children. An elite clan of royalty with power like the manaketes of antiquity. It would be a line in tandem with Nohr’s future. The teasing Elise said about Leo, and his deeprealm research was just that, teasing! Just... Just one child with Azura. That was all he had to do. Corrin shakes his head viciously to quickly perish any further perverted thinking. Duty. Duty. Duty. That was all it was. He was not to couple with her. Corrin forces a gulp down as though the venomous bile might fall back and stay in the pit of his stomach. He was raised a child of Nohr in frequent loneliness from Xander and company, and the strangers of Hoshido were as foreign as before his visit. It was painful to feel at times like he was never part of any family. That was until he met Azura. That was when Corrin felt something. Her hair and features spoke not of the Hoshido princess she lived or the Nohr princess she was. She was caught between spaces and forced to be neither here nor there. She was practically his mirror and yet felt so very real. Azura would come home with him then, the two welcomed back into the fold of Nohr to the joy of their fellow siblings. He was thrilled to have a friend and... sister such as her, one that was so so very much like him, some part of his heart kept whispering. Unaware of the dragonic heat inside him, turning his inhibitions into jelly. He was Azura’s brother if not in blood then soul and spirit, an ineffable connection that he couldn't help but feel, a feeling that caused his smallclothes to feel, far, far too tight- ‘No!’ That wasn’t why he was here! Azura m had stumbled and sputtered how it would be best if she bore his child. She carried dragon blood but could afford to leave the field, unlike Camilla or even Elise. Azura brought up how she was not as much a sister as Camilla and Elise. Just to help ease his mind. So why does his breath keep hitching and his heart throb like he and her were telling a lie? He runs the bottom of his palm down his stomach, waist, then crotch. Trying in vain to push himself back down in these moments that keep happening as of late. Even as he knew his hand lingered far too long on his crotch than was necessary for such an act. A soft knock on his door followed by another tenuous two breaks his concentration. “Corrin?” “Yes! Ah, yes, Azura. I’m here.” He goes to get up and let her in when his... pair make themselves known. He couldn’t get up like this. This was business. He couldn't let her know how horrid he really was. He couldn’t know how Azura’s thoughts were no more honorable. Or how Azura had to contend with a different truth, how the blood they shared was closer than she might like to admit. Royals marrying within their blood was nothing more than a rude joke nowadays. It was 799, for gods’ sake! Sure there were occasions in the past, but that was all it was, past. There were just coldhearted, political machinations from days gone. No one would actually be... depraved enough to desire a blood relative like that. B-But even so, they were cousins. So it wasn’t that bad. Right? Regardless, if Azura was going through with this, she wanted to be as ready as she could. Which was when she shamefully accepted Camilla’s help. Her tasteless novels and art pieces that Azura couldn’t bear to look at. She changed her mind and respectably refused... before taking them, for Corrin’s sake. Azura walks in and catches the bulge lifting the cloth under his crotch plate. She well remembered how his armor stood normally. She knew this scenario too. The man afraid to let go completely, and the lass’s job to bring it out of him. She steps forward, still unable to believe she was doing this—neither able to say anything amid the tension. Azura knelt at his feet, taking her hands around his waist, unclasping his armor and cloth quickly before she could lose her nerve, letting him loose. Him and his two massive cocks. They were so much bigger-bigger? Bigger than what? It didn’t feel right to compare them to Camilla’s drawings. Of mere mortals to this majestic- “Azura? A-Are you alright?” Corrin’s voice snaps Azura out of her daze. She looks back up and sees his burning embarrassment. She doubted Garon was one to give him ‘the dragon talk,’ and she can tell how ashamed he feels about how different he was. Or how superior he was, Azura felt. “N-No, it's alright. I was just surprised...” Surprised at the two cocks she was faced with or the need creeping in from her belly. She couldn't elaborate. She goes for the one on top and tentatively places one of her hands on it. Unsure until Corrin’s shuttered breath lets her know she’s on the right track. So she grabs it with the other and begins to pump her hands up and down, up and down. But she notices Corrin’s poor, hard, neglected second cock. She couldn't leave the bottom cock unloved, could she? And what about the heavy load his balls must be carrying? Come on. It would be wrong to not go all out for family, wouldn't it? The pumps slow down, and before Corrin can muster a “What's wrong?” Azura dives into the deep end. She leans in and tries to take his bottom cock down in one gulp, but it's too much for her inexperienced throat. He hears her hack and gag, and he wants to tell her to stop, but he just can’t. And she didn’t want to either. She has to do her best. This is for Corrin. His better nature gets the better of him, and he tries to push her off for her sake but becomes paralyzed as Azura's right hand drops down and rubs her soft fingers all over his jewels. His hands drop down to the bed, and he grips the mattress. Now her hand pulls his top cock down to her face, letting her hand and smooth skin try to stroke and please him. As if she were sorry, sorry she wasn’t enough for him, though in his shameful heart, she was more than enough for him. Corrin didn’t know what to do with having his sister down herself on him. With the war, Corrin could not properly relieve himself, so to speak, and with a woman he constantly reminded himself not to be attracted to there for him. He was in shambles right now It took Corrin a while to figure out himself how to pleasure himself with as many points of contact as he had. And Azura was making it all pale in comparison. Her throat then hitches deeper. Her hands move more confidently. It was like the deepthroat had hit a switch activating something. Her instincts awakening her body for what it was made for. Corren might’ve thought he had it bad, but Azura wasn’t faring too much better. Her hands were too busy to pleasure herself, but her pussy would not let it be ignored. Generations of evolution were all clicking into place. The taste, smell, and feel of Corrin all overwhelming her. Why they’re doing this leaves her head. At that moment, all there is is Corrin and his cock. She loses herself in the movement wanting more and more of Corrin. More and more. More and more. “Az-Azura! I’m-’” His attempt to warn her falls on deaf ears, and it's not until his load floods her mouth and takes her sight does she recognize what he was trying to say. Corrin has to shut his eyes as each shot comes down her throat or on her face. The seconds might as well be minutes as his load drags out each moment. When the bliss dies down, Corrin finds it within himself to look at the world again. He sees Azura’s face, and gods what a face it was. Her perfect skin complexion, her tender lips, her silky hair, all of it drowned by streaks of his seed coming over her face and falling out her maw. It feels so wrong to see his sister Azura like this. But the more his eyes spots his essence, coating her features and claiming her as it does, does Corrin get harder in a way that he didn't think possible. Azura, for her part, is still in shock. She feels like she should be disgusted. Things like this weren’t in Camilla’s books of dashing rogues and their loving touches. But dear gods, did it feel right to be painted in her cousin’s cum. Her fingers start to comb her face, running her hands through and even starts piling some cum into her mouth, savoring it all like water in a desert. Azura takes enough off to clear her vision when she sees her... partner. There’s a ravenous glint in his eyes, and his cocks now seem so much more threatening than before. It was like she was a doe to a wolf or maybe, maybe as vulnerable as a captive princess and her dragon owner. Azura barely has the time to take in what she's seeing when Corrin shoves her hard onto the floor—taking her virginity right then and there. “C-Corrin? Wait-ugh! Ah~♪!” Whatever she wanted to say is thrown out as her pussy takes the full brunt of his twin dragonic cock. He only manages to fit thanks to her own dragon-touched body, and even then, she feels so full. Her eyes roll back, her thighs and legs clench and freeze as he pounds her. This was what her pussy was made for. What she was made for. With all the stamina she has left, she tears at the top of her dress, grabbing and kneading her tits like never before. Corrin was gone. This was the dragon. His body has stopped caring as he rams inside her. Treating her hole like it is nothing but a sleeve for his gratification when a voice cries out. ‘Azura.’ The heat leaves his vision for a second, and he takes in that face. That face he’s turned away from and shamefully pined for all this time. His sister’s face in wanton pleasure, moaning and howling like a bitch in heat. That’s the last push he needed before he’s back, and it's hitting him. Corrin was moments away from cumming right in Azura, and that’s when his guilty words spill out. He can’t hold back anymore. “Azura! Sister!” He shoves himself deep with his cocks. Trying to get as far in as possible to properly impregnate at what is now nothing more but his slutty sister. His slutty sister. Azura never knew he felt like this, that he was as fixated on their relation as much as she was. She had her legs hang, prone for him, so he could do to her as he pleased. But after hearing those words, her legs gain back strength as they wrap hard around his waist. Her hands leave her breasts and drape around his back. She needs him as close as possible—a new kind of energy enveloping her. “Do it, Corrin! Do it! Shoot it all inside of me, Brother!” Their orgasm hits them both like a stack of bricks, Azura feeling herself become even fuller than before. This was more than he ever let out by himself or even just earlier. It was like something primal and real in the back of his mind knew this was not just pleasure. This was messy and deep, the rutting of the quivering pussy of a beyond willing mate. They stay there locked in their poses. Making sure she took his every drop and just to be in each other’s embrace. Their thoughts split and converge. Him wondering if she was down for a round two. Her wondering whether or not to tell him their relation for a different reason now. And both thinking how it wouldn't be the worst thing for their child to have a sibling or two.
Chapter 3 - perverted old men and how to deal with them	Meanwhile, down on the great upturned mountain that was Orbis, on which the world could change on the roll of a dice; Hera cut her way through the thick under bush towards the temple of orksarenotgoodshotsinfortykay, her body caked with perspiration and hormonal sweat; she was in need of a bed mate soon, let alone a bed. She was gutted with the journey and horny from the time away from any living people. Her libido only could be satiated with a human, not that the kangaroos, nithel horse and various male wild cats were complaining. The only temple that held an untainted warp stone was the temple of orksarenotgoodshotsinfortykay and a very good price was going for a rare artefact like that. “Of all the times...” she panted. Her clothes were caught on a wait-a-while bush. She cut the branches of with her blade, and then holstered it on her scanty shorts. Assured by the man at the desk that it was what you wear in the jungle, he also clamed that you also need to wear a tight fitting black t-shirt, along with a khaki jacket that didn’t button up and insisted that she also buy camo underwear “to camo ya so’s they don’ts sees ya in ya undies” he said, while personally seeing that it fitted her. He adjusted the straps to fit her whilst licking his lips, “ta stop um dryin’ out and crakin’ ”he claimed. He then asked her to take them of so he could see if they were going to cause welts in her tanned skin, which he then felt her breasts and her crotch to get a better knowledge if they were going to cause welts. This was accepted by her as she was new to this jungle lark and thought that this was a local custom, until she saw the bulge in his trousers. “Do you need me to check you for welts too?” she answered as seductively as she could. He was 6’ 11 ½” and was built and hung like a stallion, she couldn’t over power him. (Meanwhile the god of perverted old men, Sven, had rolled five sixes for eight turns in a row). “Why that would be a great help for me” he replied, eyeing her up. She knew what must be done. Unbuttoning his trousers she felt along his cock with a gentle hand. “You’ll never find the welts if you gently touch it! Ya have ta been firm to find ‘em” he said with an evil glint in his eye. She griped hard and rubbed the swollen member for a while, paying close attention to the tip, and the base. The cock swelled under her elvish fingers to almost 6 inches, which would have been perfect for Hera, had it not had a built in dirty pervert. “Could a tongue feel them any better?” she cooed softly as she knelt down in front of him. “Yes! even betta’, what a good idea!” She licked his cock all over twice and said “I’ve found one! If I suck on it, will it be soothed?” “I think so; better still why don’t you suck on all of it and then any you might have missed will be soothed as well” he said in a dreamy kind of way. Of course you want me to do that she thought you’d love to take advantage of an outsider, like me! And get me to give you a blowjob! Dirty old man! I’ll give you more than that! Hera sucked on the old mans cock, moving it in and out as the fool said to get all of the welts, she even took the thing all the way to the hilt, using her tongue to “find if any of the welts had cooled down yet”. He reached his climax and blasted her throat with hot cum, which she swallowed quickly. Sven rolled six ones, then threw in his chips and left with a broken back. (Not really but it was to lure the goddess of helpful, young, and beautiful virgin girls into his bed, again) She then knocked him out and carved the word “pervert” on his forehead. Hera bought a belt that matched from an attractive lady down the road, who granted her a bed for the night as well as an introduction to the world of lesbianism, but that is another story for another time (when I work out how to tell that type of story) she a machete and dual pistols (for any foe, man or beast or dirty old men).
Chapter 3 - Chapter 03	With some assistance from Claire and Black Rock Shooter, Alice explained everything to K-Mart, who gave a few nods until the end of their explanation, then she asked. "So how the Hell did you get here from Japan? It's across an entire ocean, and then you'd have to cross several states to get here in Nevada..." "I've been in America for a year and a half. In fact, I was in Las Vegas three years ago, before the outbreak, on a trip with my Mistress and her family. I remember many places we visited... Some of which I came back to, this time around." Black Rock Shooter replied in a slightly testy tone to her normally flat voice. "What do you mean, came back? What places are you talking about?" Claire asked, holding up her hand to silence K-Mart's next comment. She could tell the two teens were having a silent battle of wills for whatever reason, and cutting in was the only option. "The Yakuza are what you would call organized crime... the Mafia? I believe is the word used here for that. They have stashes of weapons in safehouses hidden in cities where they have influence, mostly on the west coast, but one of the safehouses is in Las Vegas." "What kind of weapons? Japan isn't really known for their firearms..." Claire commented. "In fact, aren't guns illegal to own anyway in Japanese law?" "Yes, they are... But remember what I told you about my previous life? Laws aren't something to consider, in most circumstances." Black Rock Shooter indicated her katana. "I was taught in the traditional styles of kendo and karate, and - though I never really took any sort of liking to it - marksmanship. Despite my preferences to tradition, I can also fire a variety of guns." Black Rock Shooter shot a glance at K-Mart, who she could tell - just at a glance - was a non-combatant within the convoy, likely to run from the first sign of danger, screaming her head off. "Then why not carry one? Alice has a gun, even though she never uses it." Claire reached towards the cluttered dashboard and withdrew a Glock 17 pistol from underneath a Nevada State road map. "Even if you never use it, just having one can be a lifesaver." "Why not give it to a non-combatant? I don't need to take from your arsenal when I already have my own means of survival." Black Rock Shooter smirked as she gently pushed the gun - not very subtly - towards K-Mart in the front passenger seat. "Y'know what, fuck you! I can defend myself!" K-Mart instantly sparked off at Black Rock Shooter, turning to face the other teen with a furious expression on her face. "So shut your mouth before I shove that pig sticker up your lilly white ass!" "Pig sticker? I've never heard of such a thing." Black Rock Shooter smirked, her sapphire blue eyes showing a small spark of defiance. "If you'd like, I can force some discipline upon you, if you are so inclined to finish that statement." "Alright, ladies! Enough!" Alice grabbed the gun from Claire, removed the magazine and snapped the slide back to remove the round in the chamber. "I'll take this, and I will decide who to give it to. So, sit down, shut up, and stop fucking fighting!" Black Rock Shooter slowly leaned back and placed her hands on her knees, closing her eyes in total silence, seemingly entering a meditation pose as K-Mart gave an growl of frustration and crossed her arms over her chest, facing away from the two blade users in the back seat. Just twenty four hours ago, it was just her and Claire. Now, she had to deal with this Asian bitch, not to mention Alice as well. "Give it back, Alice. Better not make that choice." Claire held out her hand, which Alice placed the gun, magazine and loose round in before entering her own silence. "I'm not going to lecture either of you, so sort out this shit on your own. Alright?" Not receiving a reply from either of them, she repeated her last comment. "Alright?" Silence again. "She wants a response, you two." Alice spoke up, tapping Black Rock Shooter on the shoulder and shoving her knee into the back of K-Mart's seat. "Tch, Whatever." K-Mart grumbled, still pouting as she stared out the side window. "And you?" Claire glanced in the rearview mirror at Black Rock Shooter, who gave a single, slow, silent nod, her eyes still closed as she meditated. Hours later, around noon, Claire began organizing a lunch break. Though the tense silence in the Hummer was a hidden governing factor in the need to get out and stretch their legs a bit. After pulling to a halt, all the survivors got out of their respective vehicles, but not nearly as fast as an angry samurai and fuming teenager. Black Rock Shooter kept a firm grip on her katana as she moved away from the Hummer, unable to figure out why her old sensei's teaching hadn't worked after arguing with that infuriating girl?! She shouldn't be this worked up to begin with! Her meditation had been useless! What was going wrong!? "Hold up. Don't leave." Alice's voice broke through her restless thoughts, and she gave her older partner a glance before stopping in her tracks. "I mean it. At least stay with me, K-Mart's venting to Claire as we speak." "What makes you think I was leaving?" Black Rock Shooter replied, her voice returning to her flat emotionless monotone from when they first met. "And - no offense - but I need to be alone right now, just for a few minutes. I find you when I'm ready." "If you don't find me in ten minutes, then I'll drag you around behind me for the night. Got that, kiddo?" Alice gave a nod before returning to the M35 to get two cans of food for them once she'd calmed down. Like she'd said, Black Rock Shooter managed to calm herself down a few minutes later, striding towards Alice, who was flicking her switchblade open and closing it repetitively, over and over again, standing beside the M35. "Yo." Alice hadn't looked up from her knife, but had sensed Black Rock Shooter's presence approaching. "Got you some food." "Thanks." Accepting the can and Alice's switchblade, Black Rock Shooter pried the can open and returned the knife, withdrawing her spoon and beginning to eat the green peas inside. "So where'd you learn to fight the way you do if you were a security guard?" "I took self defence classes as a teenager, then as a requirement for my employment, I had to learn at least two forms of martial arts, so I chose karate and kung fu. Once I mastered them both, I mixed them together into my own style. Been using it ever since then." "Where'd you get your main blades? These ones." Black Rock Shooter reached her hand behind Alice's back and smacked her ass, indicating the kukris sheathed there. "Stole them from a house I raided. These were mounted on the wall, so I ripped them off the mount, and I've been using them ever since." Alice replied. "Switchblade was mine from before the outbreak, and the two combat knives I took from bandits about a month ago." "And your gun?" Black Rock Shooter's gaze lingered under Alice's right arm, where she knew the gun resided. "Stole it from a gun store in Raccoon City." Alice replied, then indicated the katana on Black Rock Shooter's hip. "What about you? What's the story behind that katana?" "My father was the primary bodyguard for my Mistress' father when they had been younger, and this had been his primary blade during that time. When my Mistress and I were born, he vowed to train me the Ways of the Blade, just like he had been taught. And he did, rewarding my success with passing down his blade for me to wield while protecting my Mistress." "His primary blade? You mean he carried another one?" Alice asked, looking down at her switchblade for a moment. "This was his primary blade, yes. His second was his wazikasashi. The sign of a true samurai..." Black Rock Shooter paused her eating for a moment to add. "I was due to receive my own wazikasashi on the day of the Raccoon City outbreak, but the ceremony was cancelled, and I was forced to defend my Mistress from several back-to-back attempts on her life." "Didn't you say she'd been bitten by a zombie?" Alice raised an eyebrow. "Or were they other Yakuza?" "Yakuza. We both survived in Japan until air travel between countries was being shut down. At that point, Japan was being devoured by the outbreak, and together we held off several hordes while our pilot prepared the aircraft for us..." Black Rock Shooter suddenly stopped talking, staring deep into the depths of her food can in silence. "That was when she was bitten?" Alice asked gently, putting her hand on Black Rock Shooter's shoulder. "Seconds before we were inside the plane, she was bitten in the neck, and I killed the one that bit her... but... but we both knew she was beyond saving... So she gave me the last request as her friend, the last order as her charge... take her life, so that she would remain as she had been... Human." "And you came here? Why?" Alice asked, pulling Black Rock Shooter closer to her body for a hug, but Black Rock Shooter kept talking. "The pilot was heading to some place in Alaska, but got faulty directions and diverted, landing in Los Angeles, which was already overrun with zombies. I was one of the few combat trained people on board, so I got out before there was a chance for a bite to transfer. Never looked back ever since." Black Rock Shooter sighed, then resumed eating her peas. "Well, I for one, have quite the story as well. If you want to hear it, then I'll gladly tell you. Claire as well, if you want her there. K-Mart... I'll tell her some other time. Deal?" Alice's statement was accompanied by a chuckle. "Which brings me to the real reason I'm here with you and not enjoying a nice nap in the Hummer..." "The girl?" Black Rock Shooter concluded without even looking up. "From what I can tell, yes, I offended her, but I speak the truth. She needs that gun more than I do." "True, but you could have handled that a bit better." Alice remarked as she shrugged her duster off, revealing the leather shoulder holster that her pistol was stored in. "If memory serves me correct, this is an M1911a1. Holds eight bullets in the magazine, and the specific bullet is... um... .45 ACP!" As she spoke, Alice dropped her duster onto the top of the truck tire beside them, then began to remove her holster and the pistol it contained. "Forget it. I'm not taking your only gun. I hate them; loud, dishonourable, and not my style." Black Rock Shooter vehemently refused to take Alice's gun, not noticing the expression on Alice's face had changed. "I'm giving this to you as a gift. Y'know the one Claire offered to you in the Hummer? According to a few of the others I spoke with, that one is a better one than mine. So, I am upgrading my gun for one of those, and giving YOU my old one." Alice held out the holster and the gun as she stared at Black Rock Shooter. "So, your choice; the easy way, or the hard way." "Let me guess... Easy is I take it willingly, Hard is you force it onto me. Am I far off, Alice?" Black Rock Shooter gave Alice a serious look. "So what do you say? Easy or hard?" Alice put her free hand on her hip as she held out the weapon. Turns out, it was the Hard way. Black Rock Shooter turned her head away from the gun, gripping her katana tighter as Alice began to chuckle. "Fine... Hard way." Alice said as she used her Telekinesis to force Black Rock Shooter's arms above her head, as if she was being handcuffed and hung from an invisible chain. "Hey! Let me go!" Alice ignored her, unclasping the shoulder holster's straps and moving them around Black Rock Shooter's shoulders. She reclasped them, and out of the corner of her eye, noticed that Black Rock Shooter was - very minutely - blushing. Alice stored that detail away for later as she slid the M1911a1 into the holster and stood back. "I'll be keeping an eye on you. Don't bother trying to remove the holster, since I can tighten the straps without even touching you. Got that?" Alice reminded Black Rock Shooter with a smirk as she shrugged her own duster back on. "You don't have to use it... just... Have it." "You put it on weird. Can I at least fix it?" Black Rock Shooter frowned at Alice, still suspended in the air by her Telekinesis. "Fine." Alice took a moment to consider the request, then released Black Rock Shooter's arms, but still kept her suspended in the air, as insurance. With slight difficulty, Black Rock Shooter removed the straps over her duster, then removed her duster, replacing the holster against her bikini clad torso, just like how Alice formerly carried the gun; hidden by her duster. "My bad." Alice noticed her mistake, then released Black Rock Shooter entirely, returning her to the ground once again. "Didn't realize that was what you meant by weird." "Tell me... Which of them put you up to it? The bitch, or Claire?" Black Rock Shooter shifted her shoulders around, getting used to the new weight under her duster. "It was all my decision. Whatever's going on between you and K-Mart is your problem. Not ours." Alice glanced at Claire near the Hummer. "Time to go." The ride in the Hummer was completely silent. Alice was napping, Black Rock Shooter was meditating, and K-Mart was reading a novel she'd pulled from her personal backpack. Claire was focusing on the road, her radio set to a low volume as to not disturb anyone. The chatter was sparce, only small snippets of conversation occuring between the other drivers. "Claire." Inhaling sharply, Claire turned her head slightly to see K-Mart pointing out her window. In the distance was a plume of black smoke. "Should we go check it out?" K-Mart asked, staring at the distant fire. "Don't bother. I passed through this area two days ago, that fire's been burning ever since a bandit tried to burn me with a molotov." Alice suddenly spoke up, crossing her arms over her chest. "That place had nothing useful anyway." "What was that place?" Claire asked, returning her gaze to the road ahead. "Gas station." Alice replied. "Whatever fuel was there is probably gone now." "Well, shit." Claire grumbled. Fuel was something they needed often. Right now though, they were at 60% capacity in Chase's tanker truck, so it wasn't a problem... yet. "My Mistress and I travelled on bicycles while we were still in Japan together. Only time we were in a fueled vehicle was the plane we defended before she died." Black Rock Shooter spoke without opening her eyes. "So forgive me for not understanding the value of gasoline..." "Don't have to." K-Mart remarked, her smirking gaze locked on the pages of her novel. "Can't expect you to understand anything about how we operate; you don't drive, you don't use a gun... you're not even FROM here..." With a flash of steel, Black Rock Shooter surprised K-Mart, holding her folding knife against the side her her neck. "I won't kill you... But I can silence you. Remember that, Baka." Black Rock Shooter spoke in a low, dangerous voice as she removed her knife from K-Mart's neck and calmly folded it with one hand. K-Mart's terrorstruck face was evidence enough to everyone; she understood perfectly. She let out a slow breath when Black Rock Shooter returned to her meditation, leaving behind a steely silence. "Was that really necessary?" Alice asked a few minutes later, her eyes closed and her arms crossed. "Yes, it was." Black Rock Shooter replied, also with her eyes closed. "Sometimes, the worst choice, is the only option." "Not the knife." Alice sighed. "I meant calling her a moron." "Fluent?" Black Rock Shooter opened one eye, smirking as K-Mart turned to face her with a frown on her face. "I know a few words. Baka is one of them." Alice replied, leaning her head back against the headrest. "So, was it necessary?" "No. It was just the cherry on top." Black Rock Shooter closed her eye, a smirk playing out across her face as she imitated Alice's pose and crossed her arms over her stomach. "But, remember this, Baka..." Black Rock Shooter tilted her head towards K-Mart. "I'm VERY proud of my heritage, and if you use that tone about my country ever again, I will punch you once for every word you say with that tone to your voice. Sound fair?" "Bitch." K-Mart muttered under her breath as she faced forward again, not realizing that Black Rock Shooter heard her. "I know I am." Black Rock Shooter smiled, which actually earned an amused scoff from Alice. Claire, was less than amused, but held her tongue. When the convoy stopped for the night at a farmhouse, Claire ordered Black Rock Shooter to go scout it out for zombies, alone. Without a word, she climbed out of the Hummer, drawing her katana with a hiss of metal. Walking in near total silence, Black Rock Shooter first checked inside the small barn, finding it completely empty except for a heavily decayed corpse seated in the hayloft. Examining the corpse closely, her gaze soon found a neat round bullet hole in the forehead, and in the right hand, a revolver. Slowly pulling the firearm free, she opened the cylinder and found only a single chamber was filled. All five of the others were empty. Suicide. She thought to herself as she shoved the revolver into the back of her belt and searched the corpse for other useful things. She eventually found a few more loose bullets and a few shotgun shells. So where was the shotgun? Scanning the shadowy hayloft, she quickly spotted a pump action shotgun nearby and grabbed it, immediately noticing that the ejection port was jammed with a shell. Carrying the shotgun and her katana toward the edge of the hayloft, Black Rock Shooter dropped down with a soft thump, bringing her loot back outside and planning to put them somewhere while she checked the house, but as she approached the barn door, she was met by K-Mart, awkwardly holding a pistol in one hand, a flashlight in the other. "What do you want, Baka?" Black Rock Shooter demanded, well aware that K-Mart had forgotten to release her pistol's safety. "Claire told me to join you. Not like I had a choice, bitch." K-Mart snarled quietly. "Alice thought it was a good idea too, so they kicked me out of the Hummer." "Since you're coming with me, you play by MY rules. Put that gun where you won't hurt yourself, and take this." Black Rock Shooter tossed the jammed shotgun aside and withdrew the folding knife from her belt. She held out the knife to K-Mart. "Try and stab me, I won't lie when Claire asks what happened to you." "Fuckin' bitch." K-Mart muttered as she shoved the pistol into her pocket. "Fine! I'll play along. Why not give me that shotgun then?" "Because it's jammed. Right now, it's barely more than a metal baton. Take it if you want, I have a job to do." Black Rock Shooter strode away the moment K-Mart took her knife and unfolded it. "W-wait for me!" K-Mart hurried after Black Rock Shooter, shining her flashlight ahead of them. "Silence, Baka." Black Rock Shooter hissed. "Light off. Now!" K-Mart clicked the flashlight off, clutching her knife tightly as Black Rock Shooter grabbed her and pulled her into a shadowy corner. "Wait here. Don't make a sound until I come back." Black Rock Shooter slowly stalked towards the footsteps shuffling around inside the farmhouse. She reached into the back of her belt and slowly unsheathed one of her hidden throwing knives. She slowly pushed the front door open without a sound. More footsteps again, coming from upstairs. With amazing precision, Black Rock Shooter threw the knife towards a piece of pottery on a shelf in the next room, shattering with loudly. With an audible snarl, the footsteps upstairs began moving towards the stairs, and a figure appeared at the top, stopping in their tracks when they caught sight of Black Rock Shooter drawing her arm back to throw another knife. As the zombie raised their arms, she tossed the blade into their forehead, causing them to stumble down the stairs and smash their head several times on the steps before coming to a halt at her feet. "Baka. Come inside now." Black Rock Shooter called as she retrieved her knives. "Check the first floor, I'll check upstairs." "Stop calling me that!" K-Mart hissed as she clicked her flashlight back on as she entered the house. "What did you do to it?" She stared at the dead zombie at the bottom of the stairs." Black Rock Shooter held up her throwing knives as she wiped the blood off the one she used to kill the zombie. "I carry more surprises than just my pig sticker." Sliding them into the back of her belt once again, she added. "Also, no. That is your name to me. Get used to it."
Chapter 1 - First Scene: Human Biotic	"I can't believe I'm doing this..." The elevator rose as Shepard tapped her foot, watching the numbers change. 11... 12... 13... Shepard really didn't want to be here. If she could, she would stop this elevator and go back down. She would press 1, get to the bottom, and run out of this admittedly nice hotel. She glanced at the console, tempted by the stop button, and reached to press it.. "Sigh..." Shepard's hand fell to her side as she looked back up at the floor number. 17... 18... 19... ...20... The elevator halted to a stop at level 20, before the doors slid open. Shepard wanted to just stand there and let the doors close, but as they did, she quickly jumped out of the machine and into the hallway. She took a breath as the doors behind her closed and then looked around for the signs. "Room T26....T26." It took her a while, but she eventually found it. Room T26. She stood at the door for a minute, as if waiting for something, anything to happen, so that she didn't have to knock on that door. She waited, and waited, and waited... Nothing came. "Damn it..." KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK "WHEEZE...Come inside...WHEEZE...doors open." Shepard walked in to see a volus and two humans, sitting on the bed, making small talk. That quickly ended, however, as they saw the lovely woman step inside their room. "Right on time, I like that," said one of the humans, as he got up from the bed and walked over to Shepard. "I take it you're Shepard, right?" said the man as he stuck his hand out, anticipating a handshake. Shepard hesitated for a moment, before returning the gesture, replying, "Yes, I'm Shepard. And you're Jason, from the vid call?" Jason nodded before turning to his fellow occupants, gesturing to the volus. "This is our director, Garlo Von." "WHEEZE...Hello, Earth-Clan...WHEEZE...what a pleasure...WHEEZE...to meet you." Shepard shuddered, noting how much emphasis Garlo put on the word "pleasure." Jason then pointed to the other human and finished," And this is Thomas, your fellow actor." Thomas simply waved at Shepard, with a goofy smile on his face, and a twinkle in his eyes. "He doesn't seem so bad," thought Shepard. "Now, before we start, I need to confirm your age," said Jason, breaking Shepard from her thought. She nodded and open up her omni-tool, bringing up her identification. Jason scanned it, noting that the first name was redacted. "You're pretty persistent on the last name only thing, huh?" continued Jason, eyeing Shepard, who said nothing in response. "Anyway, let me see here...no signs of tampering, 5'9, age 19...everything seems to be in order." Jason motioned for Shepard to put away her id, which she did, before gesturing her to follow him. "Now today's scene will be simple. We'll start with some normal stuff before doing some biotic play, and change it up every once in a while." Garlo and Thomas stood up to make room for Shepard and Jason on the bed, before they both exited the room. "They went into the adjoining room. Garlo is going to be watching from his omni-tool, talking to me through my earpiece, and directing me where to operate the camera. Can't have a volus in here, or else we'll be hearing a lot of wheezing, which can be a major turnoff for our viewers." "Thomas meanwhile, is going to get ready to join you. The way this is going to work is that I'm going to ask you a few questions in character; doesn't matter what you say, just try not to contradict yourself. Now, when he comes in, I just want you to continue looking at the camera, ok?" "Ok," Shepard half-heartedly replied. "Found your voice again?" chuckled Jason as he got up and went into the closet, rummaging through it. "While you're still talking, I have to ask; if you're not gonna tell us your first name, did you come up with a name to use?" Jason pulled out a couple of large containers and opened them, revealing them to hold three sets of cameras. "No, I didn't come up with anything," Shepard replied. She watched as he activated each camera one by one. She then asked, "Do you have any ideas?" "Aurora Starlight," Jason said without missing a beat. Shepard was surprised that he came up with a name so quickly. He looked at her and smiled. "I do a lot of newbie videos," he continued, "and you won't believe how many girls come here without a name. So I usually think of a name to give them the night before." The cameras began to float next to the bed as Jason went back to closet. He came back with a set of skimpy-looking clothes and handed them to Shepard. Pointing to the restroom, Jason explained, "Alright Aurora, go ahead and change into that. There's an automated make-up dispenser in there, too. It will read your facial signature and give the best quality make-up for the job." Shepard nodded, grabbed the clothes, and walked into the restroom. Minutes Later... "God, I look like a whore..." Shepard looked at herself through the mirror, still in disbelief at what she was about to do. The clothes she had been given were pretty slutty. The short skirt barely covered her crotch and left the bottom of her ass hanging out. At least the thong was comfortable. Her top showed off her belly button, as well as smooshed her boobs together, better presenting her bra-less cleavage. The make-up wasn't so bad. It definitely accentuated her eyes, but it also seemed to make her face more doll-like. "At least I don't look as recognizable now." KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK "You done in there yet?!" Shepard took one last deep breath before turning away from the mirror and walking outside the restroom. "Looking great, sexy," said Jason as he opened up his omni-tool, operating one of the cameras to the foot of the bed. "Now when I start questioning you, I want you to look at this camera. The other cameras will be cloaked, and they'll be used to film other angles. Eventually, I'll cloak this one to; by then I'll just want you to focus on Thomas." Shepard nodded as Jason continued. "Whenever I want you to look at a camera again, I'll de-cloak it. Whenever I cloak it again, go back to focusing on Thomas." Jason continued to give Shepard instructions, until he felt she was ready. He motioned for her to sit at the end of the bed; while she did so, he informed Garlo that they were ready. The camera flew down in front of Shepard's feet, no doubt planning to pan up to her face when the shoot started. "Now remember, you're name is Aurora Starlight and you're a sexy little minx," said Jason as he turned on the set lights. The camera began to film before Jason exclaimed, "And action!" The camera panned up to Shepard's face and stopped, before Jason began to speak. "Hey sexy." Shepard looked dead eyed at the camera and replied half-heartedly, "Hey...........baby." "Cut!" Without ever looking at Shepard, Jason stopped filming and went into the restroom to talk to Garlo. After a few minutes, he returned, deactivated the cameras, and sat down next to Shepard. "Nervous, eh?" he asked Shepard. Shepard nodded a bit without looking at Jason. "Look, I get it, this isn't exactly something you thought you would be doing to get by." "Listen, what if I give you something that can help lower your inhibitions and help you get through this faster?" Shepard shoot a look at Jason before exclaiming, "Now, what a minute. I signed up through Fornax Films specifically so I wouldn't have do that kind of shit." "Relax," said Jason, placing a hand on Shepard's shoulder, "I'm not talking about anything like Red Sand or whatever." He pulled out a bottle of red and white pills, explaining, "These are FIAs. They aren't addictive or anything. Just take one, and like I said, they'll lower you inhibitions a bit so we can shoot this thing." Shepard looked at Jason, then glanced at the bottle. "Are you sure?" asked Shepard. "Positive." After a moment, Shepard took the bottle, popped a FIA in her mouth, and swallowed it. Jason stood up, reactivated the cameras, and got them into position. He then turned to Shepard and asked, "Are you ready?" Shepard nodded. The camera began to film, before Jason said, "Action!" (A/N: In the interest of time and pacing, the following will be the sex scene as if it was done and edited. I will still be delving into Shepard's mind at times. Hope you enjoy) "Hey sexy." "Hey baby," said Shepard in a cutesy voice, staring at the camera, with sparks in her eyes. "What's your name, young lady?" "My name?" asked Shepard, her eyes darting left, towards the ceiling before looking back at the camera. "Well, my name is Aurora Starlight. What's your name?" "My name's Jackson." "Well, it's nice to meet you, Jackson" "It's nice to meet you too, Miss Starlight. Do you think we can get a good look at you?" "Of course you can," answered Shepard, though she wanted to say no. She stood up and waited for the camera to follow her, before doing a twirl to show off her assets. She then bent forward to show off her cleavage, her top hugging them tightly. She followed that by turning around and bending over the bed, giving the camera a good look at her ass, though it was obstructed a little by her skirt. "What do you think?" asked Shepard with a smile on her face and pit in her stomach. "You look great! Now can I ask you another question?" "Of course you may." "Miss Starlight, what are you doing here today?" "Getting fucked for money," Shepard thought as she sat back down on the bed, not letting it show on her face. She simply gave a big shrug and replied, "I have no idea. They didn't tell me." "And who are they?" "The people who told me to come here, silly." "Well, Miss Starlight..." "Oh please, Jackson, call me Aurora," exclaimed Shepard. "You're the one who gave me the damn name, after all." "Alright, well...Aurora, the reason you're here is because we have a surprise for you." "Ooh, a surprise! I love surprises. What is it?" "Well it wouldn't be a surprise if we told you, now would it?" "I guess not," pouted Shepard, pushing out her lower lip. "Don't worry, though, cause guess what?" "What, Jackson?" KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK "Because here it is." "Yay!" cheered Shepard, clapping her hands. The door began to open, as Shepard instinctively began to turn towards it. But Jason was quick to stop her. "Hold on, Aurora, don't look yet." "Aww, why not?" whined Shepard, turning back to face the camera. "Well, Rod here needs to finish getting it ready for you. Why don't you just close your eyes and I'll tell you when to open them." "Okey dokey," nodded Shepard before closing her eyes. She heard as Thomas closed the door and began to walk towards her. She then heard the ruffle of his pants, as the unmistakable sound of trousers falling was heard. She then had a thought. "Hey!" whined Shepard, placing her hands on her hips, her eyes still shut, "Did you unwrapped my surprise? I wanted to unwrap it!" Shepard heard the men chuckle, before hearing Jason reply, "Don't worry, Aurora, you'll enjoy it whether its wrapped or not." "Now, on the count of three, I want you to open your eyes. One..." Shepard felt Thomas step closer to her, his leg barely grazing her arm. "Two..." "Well, here we go." "Three!" Shepard opened her eyes, and for a split second, there was only the camera in front of her. About a second later, however, Thomas' long cock flopped down in front of her face. "Oh my god," stated Shepard, staring at Thomas' veiny member. "It has to be about 6 inches, and its still flaccid," thought Shepard, as she reached for Thomas. "Do you like it?" said Thomas. Shepard looked up at him, and was mentally shocked to no longer find a twinkle in his eyes. It was replaced by longing...by lust. "Do I like it? I love it!" exclaimed Shepard, trying to shake off Thomas' look from her mind. She began to stroke him. She was still a bit frightened; however, the FIAs pushed those thoughts aside as she slid off the bed and onto her knees. "Now, what do we say?" queried Jason, pulling the camera away so that Shepard could still be fully seen. "Thank you Jackson. Thank you Rod." Shepard continued to stroke Thomas, as he cock began to fully erect. "I have a better way you can thank him." Shepard turned her attention back to camera, tilted her head, and asked, "How?" "Well first, stick your tongue out," Jason instructed, as Shepard did so, "and lick it up and down." Shepard nodded and began to trace her tongue from the bottom of Thomas' shaft to the top. Up and down, up and down, up and down. "Mmm...he does taste pretty good," thought Shepard, though she didn't know whether it was the FIAs or not. Without instruction, she licked the tip like a lollipop, before placing it in her mouth. She began to bob up and down, taking Thomas' shaft in and out. "That's a good girl," stated Jason as he began to walk away, before sitting on a nearby chair, "you know what to do. I'm gonna go ahead and watch you enjoy your gift. Have fun." Shepard was indeed having fun, as she continued to bob on Thomas' cock. She could hear him moan as she tried to take more and more of him. Not too much, she still wasn't used to controlling her gag reflex, but a decent amount. PZZT Shepard looked up to see a camera, hovering over Thomas' head. She continued looking up as she sucked Thomas' cock. Saliva drooling down her chin, she collected it and spat it on Thomas' member. She then grabbed his dick with one hand and began to stroke it as she continued to bob up and down, while using her other hand to cup his balls, massaging them. Every now and then, she would release his member from her mouth and start to lick his testicules. Sometimes one, sometimes both, she would craddle them in her mouth, suckling them, the taste of it was delicious. She did this for several minutes, before the camera cloaked again. It was then that Thomas pulled away from her wet mouth. "It's time for the rest of your surprise," said Thomas with determination. With a bit of saliva flowing down her chin, Shepard looked up at Thomas and asked, "There's more?" Thomas nodded before motioning Shepard to stand up and turn around. After having done so, he began to pull down her skirt, slowly and sensitively, her cheeks bouncing from the motion of her clothes removal. She lifted her feet so that the skirt could come off. She stood there for a while; no doubt one of the cameras was focusing on her ass, in all it's glory, before Thomas gently grabbed her hips and turned her around. He then tugged at the bottom of her top, making her lift her arms so that he could pull off her shirt. He slowly pulled it up and over Shepard's head, her breasts jiggling free in the air. She wanted to cover herself up, and felt tempted to do so, but before she could, Thomas reached his hands out and began to massage them. A moan escaped from Shepard, the sudden touch from Thomas caught her by surprise. He moved behind her, Shepard feeling his shaft touch her butt cheek. Thomas continued to knead her cleavage, as he slowly moved closer to her nipples, twirling them with his fingers. "Damn, he's good," Shepard thought to herself, although her moans gave away those thoughts. She watched as her nipples began to harden with every move of his fingers. PZZT Shepard looked up to see a camera, watching her moan. While her mouth was open, Thomas removed one of his hand from Shepard's breasts and stuck a couple of fingers inside her mouth. Shepard was surprised, but before she could react, Thomas whispered, "Suck it." into her ear. She did so, suckling his fingers, making nice and wet, as Thomas continued to rub her boob with his other hand. Shepard wondered why she was sucking on his fingers. Her answer came when Thomas suddenly removed his fingers, reached into her thong, and found her sex. Shepard let out a sharp moan, as Thomas began to rub her clit with his wet fingers. They went in circles, rotating around Shepard's sensitive snatch. It was hard for Shepard to keep focusing on the camera, as Thomas pleasured her in two sensitive areas. She definitely didn't think she would be enjoying herself today, but as Thomas continued, she couldn't help but feel good. A few minutes later, the camera cloaked. Thomas pulled away, to Shepard's disappointment, before he stepped out from behind her, and gazed into her eyes. They were still lustful. "Are you ready?" Shepard felt a twinge of fright, knowing what was going to happen next. She had never had biotic sex before, so she had no idea what he was going to do. She wanted to say no, she wanted to grab her clothes and run away. But thanks to that FIA, those thoughts quickly were brushed aside with Shepard nodding with a cute smile. Thomas emitted a biotic aura, which then enveloped Shepard. She began to lift off the ground, before slowly turning upside down. She gave out a surprised giggle as she maneuvered her head to avoid the foot of the bed. She slowly came to a complete stop when she was completely upside down. It felt strange in this position, but Shepard didn't have enough time to think about it, when suddenly, she began to float closer to Thomas. Thomas reached out, slid off her thong, and spread her legs apart, showing off her sex. Shepard tried to close her legs, but the biotics wouldn't let her. Instead, Thomas stepped closer to her, stuck out his tongue, and began to lick her. The first lick cause Shepard to shiver. His tongue was cold, but soothing. She could feel herself getting wetter as his tongue lapped her clit. His cock dangled in front of her face, begging to be played with. As if he read her mind, Shepard felt the freedom of her upper body; she quickly reached for his member and began to stroke it. Thomas moved Shepard closer to him. In doing so, he began to stick his tongue closer to her entrance. Shepard reacted, taking Thomas inside her mouth, bobbing up and down on his member again. While enjoying herself, Shepard began to wonder where the cameras might be. One could be hovering above her, watching as Thomas licked her pussy with vigor, showing off her asshole as well. Another one could be right next to her face, watching her sucking and stroking his dick. She had no idea where the third one could be, though. Every once in a while, she would pull away from his shaft, and with an accumulated amount of saliva, spit on his cock. She would stroke it across his member before sucking him again. All this, including Thomas eating her pussy out, would continue for several minutes. PZZT A camera appeared next to her face, although Shepard had a feeling there was still a camera staring down at her. But it was then that Jason had stood up and walked over to de-cloaked camera. He looked at Shepard and asked, "Hey Aurora, having a good time with your present?" Shepard pulled her mouth off of Thomas' dick to reply, "Yes, Jackson...ah...I'm having...ah...a great time." Shepard continued to stroke the cock in front of her as she stared into the camera. "Do you love your gift?" "I..." but before Shepard could answer, Thomas stuck his tongue deep into her pussy, rotating it inside her, causing Shepard to moan sharply. "AHHH...I...I...I...I LOVE IT!" screamed Shepard, thrusting her hips into her partner's face. "God damn his tongue!" thought Shepard, as she readied herself for Jason's next question. "What do you love?" "I...ah...I love his...ah...tongue...in my pussy." "Do you love the way his tongue feels?" "Yes...ah...yes...ah..." "What else do you love?" "Uh...ah...I...I...love...ah...sucking his cock." "You love his cock?" "Aah...yes...I...ah...love his cock." "Now Aurora.......what do you want him to do with his cock?" Shepard stared into the camera, the spark in them turning lustful as she replied, "I want him to fuck my pussy." "That's my girl," smiled Jason, before making the camera back up. Shepard gave Thomas' member one last suck, before being pulled away and being turned right side up. She bent over the bed, holding herself up while sticking her ass up in the air. She looked back to see Thomas come up behind her. She bit her bottom lip before begging, "Come on Rod. Give me my present!" When he got as close as could be, Thomas took his shaft, and began to slowly rub it up and down her pussy, causing Shepard to moan and whine. "Don't tease me" she begged, wiggling her butt to try and make him put it in her. This didn't sway Thomas, however, as he only rubbed it harder, causing Shepard to moan more and louder. The camera came around to the face Shepard. She looked into camera as she continued to beg for cock. "What do you want, Aurora?" asked Jason, egging Shepard on. Shepard gazed at the camera lustfully and replied," I want his big cock inside my tight pussy." "What did you say?" "I want his cock inside my pussy!" "I can't hear you, what did you say?" "I NEED HIS COCK INSIDE MY CUNT!!!" With that, Thomas stopped rubbing his shaft on her pussy, placed it in her entrance, and began to prod. Shepard tried bucking back, but Thomas placed his hands on her cheeks, forcing her to stay still. Shepard jolted slightly when Thomas did this. Not many people grabbed her ass, and those who did usually found themselves knocked down on the ground seconds later. But this was different. His hands felt warm. And somehow...right. He continued to prod her, teasing her opening, all the while Shepard moaned in pleasure. After a few final seconds of teasing, Thomas slowly slid his tip in. Shepard stifled a cry of pleasure, biting her lip. "It's in. It's finally in." thought Shepard, clenching the bed sheets in her hands. He let the warm shaft sit there for a while, keeping his hands on her ass to prevent her from moving. Eventually, he began to enter slowly inside her, every inch of it pleasuring her insides. Shepard looked into the camera, her mouth wide open in ecstasy. It wasn't long before his shaft was completely inside her. "It's...ah...sooo big." moaned Shepard, although she meant to keep that in her head. He held it there for a moment, before he began to move Shepard's cheeks toward himself, beginning at a slow speed. Shepard, meanwhile, moaned to the camera in front of her. She licked her lips, as if teasing the camera itself. She was completely lost in the moment. It didn't even occur to her that in the other room, a volus was wheezing, watching her get fucked, doggystyle, telling Jason where to position the cameras for the best angles. Of course, she was supposed to pay attention to the one in front of her. Yet again, however, she couldn't help but wonder where the others were. Perhaps one camera was above Thomas, watching her ass bounce on his dick, POV style. The other camera probably placed itself to the side, watching Thomas' dick penetrate her hole. Or maybe it was underneath them, giving the camera a frontal view. Several minutes later, the camera finally disappeared, after which Thomas pushed Shepard onto the bed, causing her to yelp in surprise. She quickly got on all fours and wiggled her butt, teasing Thomas. He was quick to join her on the bed, as well as replace his dick inside her. He placed his hands back on her cheeks, pushing and pulling her on his member. "Damn, this is hot," thought Shepard, as she was continually forced onto his member, his hands moving her body forwards and backwards. Although not her most favorite position, she couldn't help but admit to herself that she was having fun ride Thomas' long cock, her ass jiggling with every pump. After what seemed like a few minutes, Thomas suddenly grabbed the back of her neck, and forced her upper body down, forcing her to stick her ass in the air. He released her neck before he resumed fucking her, releasing his control of her ass. The sheets on the bed felt cool on Shepard's face, as she was being ridden. With every thrust, he forced her ass to rise, before she let it fall back onto his shaft. She then reached back and grabbed her cheeks, spreading them to make Thomas' job easier. "This pussy is so tight!" exclaimed Thomas, thrusting in and out of Shepard. After a while, Thomas started to slow down a bit,still thrusting hard. Eventually he stopped pumping into her and commanded, "I want you to do it, baby." Shepard did as she was told, and began to twerk on his member, her cheeks bouncing on his pelvis. He moaned as she did it, Shepard priding herself in the fact it was her turn to make him moan. This went on for a few minutes, before Thomas suddenly slapped her ass hard, causing Shepard raise her upper body back up and let out another sharp moan. Thomas grinned. "Oh...you like getting slapped, Aurora?" "Uh oh," thought Shepard as she looked back to see Thomas' lustful eyes darken, knowing full well what was about to happen. She nodded... SMACK!... "AHHHH!" SMACK!!... "AHHHHHHHH!!" SMACK!!!... "AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" Slap after slap, Shepard's cheeks got redder and redder. Each smack, causing her to scream louder and louder. All the while, she continued to twerk on his dick. This continued until finally... "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! I'M COMING! I'M COMING!!!" And with that admission, Shepard squirted her cum all over the bed, in a moment of bliss and ecstasy. After which, she fell forward, gasping for air as if she had been drowning. Her body was wet with sweat. She rested there for a moment, a feeling of relaxation washing over her. But before Shepard could completely come down from her climax high, Thomas grabbed her leg and turned her over on her back. "We're not done yet, baby," stated Thomas before he went down to her nether regions and began to lick her. She moaned, in disbelief at how quick Thomas' recovery was. In truth, she felt like they had done enough, or at least, she thought they had. But as he continued to gyrate his tongue on her clit, she soon fell again to pleasure, grabbing Thomas' head and pulling him closer to her sex. This happened for quite a while, as Shepard's pussy got wetter and wetter. As she became more aroused by the minute, Shepard began to feel like she was in less control than she'd like to be. She realized this, and not wanting to be completely dominated, she moved away from Thomas, sitting up. She gave him a devilish smile, before grabbing his shoulders and pulling him down onto the bed, his back landing on the wet sheets. She kissed his chest as she began to adventure down his happy trail, lingering at his well-toned abs, before continuing down. Once she reached his member, Shepard began to dab her tongue at the bottom of it. As she did this, she turned her lower-body towards Thomas, laying it down next to him, giving him view of her ass while not allowing access to her pussy. She also rested her chest on his pelvis, pushing her breasts on the area above his shaft, as she began to rise up and down, licking him from top to bottom. PZZT Her eyes darted forward, eyeing the camera that appeared before her, watching as she continued to slide her tongue vertically on his shaft. A minute later, Shepard paused, spitting in her hand, and grabbed Thomas' balls, massaging them as she resumed licking his cock. Twirling his balls in her hand, Shepard finally took him in her mouth, and began to bob up and down. As his member continued to get wetter, Shepard had a sense of pride rush through her. "I'm in control now," thought Shepard, cock in her mouth. She didn't see Thomas lick his hand and raise it in the air... SMACK!... "MMMARRAGGHHMM!" moaned Shepard, his member still in her orifice.Before she could react any farther, Thomas quickly sucked his finger until it was nice and wet, entered the crevice of her ass, and began to tickle her lower lips. Shepard tried to maintain control, when suddenly, he stuck his finger inside her, causing her to wince in pleasure. “I need to keep control,” thought Shepard. She popped his member out of her mouth and quickly began to stoke him hard. While this did cause his cock to harden, Shepard knew she needed to do something else to regain control. Before she could think of anything however, Thomas stuck another finger inside her, moving them around, causing Shepard to yelp in pleasure. Shepard knew she was going to lose complete control if she didn’t think of something fast. It was then that the camera in front of her disappeared. She quickly got up and away from Thomas’ fingers, jumped on top of him, and grabbed his dick. She raised herself over his shaft, barely inches away from her pussy, and began to swipe it across her lips. She continued to tease him, causing him to moan. A moment later, she placed his shaft at her entrance and began to slowly lower herself onto him. She enveloped him as she slid lower, biting her lip as she did so. A moment later, she finally rested at the base of his cock, his balls touching the bare bottom of her ass. She turned her eyes to meet his, finding the twinkle had returned. “He’s mine, now,” thought Shepard as she began to slowly rise up and down on him. She was slow at first, thrusting vertically, making him enjoy every minute. As she began to bounce harder on his cock, she began to enjoy it too. The wet sound of his shaft entering her pussy, the way his balls smacked her ass cheeks; it all began to make her lose herself in the moment. So much so, that she almost didn’t notice Thomas begin to reach out towards her hips. Shepard suddenly began to gyrate herself on him, causing Thomas to grunt and moan. He quickly let his arms fall back down, as Shepard continued to grind on his cock. This was why she loved being on top. She had control over her partner, and could do whatever she wanted. She could continue to rotate on his member, or go back to bouncing on him. She could easily turn around and get into a reverse cowgirl position, which could lead to other positions. Granted, he could gain control, too. However, that would require Shepard leaning down, chest to chest with him, and she wasn’t about to give him control like that yet. She continued to gyrate for a while, before returning to hopping on Thomas’ shaft. She finally lost herself in the moment. Shepard felt in complete control, when suddenly, she had a thought. “Why does the wall look like its moving?” Without Shepard having realized anything, Thomas had begun to lift them up with his biotics, a blue aura surrounding his body. They were more than three feet off the bed, causing Shepard to yelp with surprise, instinctively bending over to hold herself in place. “Wait a minute…” thought Shepard, but before she could push herself off, Thomas reached his arm around her back, held her closer to him, and began to thrust into her. “Ah…goddamn it,” Shepard whispered to herself, as her ass was forced upwards and, because of gravity, came swiftly back down. They continued to rise higher, until they were about 3 feet below the ceiling. Her legs dangled downwards, but due to his biotics, he was able to pump into her as if he had the support of the ground. She moaned, unable to control herself as Thomas used gravity itself to bring Shepard down hard on his shaft. She could feel her breasts on his chest, flattened by the force of him holding her down. At one point, however, she felt him lessen his grip. She used this to try and regain control by sitting back up, but Thomas only did this so he could access her boobs, using one of his hands to bring one up to his mouth and suckled it. She bit her lip, the sensitivity of her nipples as he licked them arousing her. She looked into his eyes, the lust had returned as he continued to ram into her. She wanted control, and she knew of only one more way to get it. She fell back on him, chest to chest, and whispered, “Please let me do it.” “You want control, baby?” Thomas whispered back, a smirk on his face. She nodded slightly, before letting out a moan of pleasure. He pulled her head down so his mouth would be at her ear. “Beg me. Tell me you want to ride my cock.” “Please…ah…let me…ah…ride your…cock,” begged Shepard. And with that, Thomas released his grip, allowing Shepard to sit back up. He then used his biotics to bring her legs back up, allowing her to use them to continue bouncing on his shaft. Which she did, hopping on his member, a sense of control returning to her, even though she had to beg for it. “Ah…your cock, I love it,” exclaimed Shepard, pounding down on his shaft. As she bounced on him, Shepard looked up and noticed how close they were to the ceiling. She reached out with both of her hands and placed her palms on the roof. Every time she bounced up, she used the roof to push herself down. “I’m so hot,” stated Shepard as she began to slam harder on Thomas’ member. She yet again wondered where the cameras could be, this time with very little ideas as to their whereabouts. With them hovering in the air, they could be anywhere. They could be watching her from behind as her ass slammed on Thomas’ cock, her ass jiggling with every pound. Another could be in front of her, providing another POV shot of her hopping up and down. Hell, there might even be one in front of her face, watching her moan in pleasure. As this last thought crossed her mind, she licked her lips, teasing a camera that might not even be there. Several minutes later, Thomas began to grunt and moan louder, the extra force Shepard used with the ceiling obviously taking effect. He tried grabbing her ass to slow her down, but Shepard only forced herself harder onto him. She knew she had him on the ropes. She looked into his lustful eyes, a gritted smile across her face. “You ready to cum, Rod?” Thomas shook his head, though they both knew he didn’t have much left. She pounded harder than before; It was his turn, and she wanted him to cum on her. For her. “Come on, Rod. I know you wanna cum on my face. Cum for me, Rod, cum for me.” Thomas probably realized if he continued holding back, he would end up bursting inside her, not a desired outcome on his part. He looked into her eyes and replied, “You want my cum?” “Yes, I want your cum.” And with that, they began to float down, Shepard no longer using the roof as leverage, but still pounding as hard as she could onto his member. Within seconds, they were back on the bed, the blue aura surrounding them dissipating. Shepard continued to bounce on Thomas, his balls smacking hard on her ass, making it jiggle. A minute later, Thomas pushed Shepard off and got up off the bed. Shepard quickly followed, getting down on her knees next to his cock. She quickly took him back into her mouth as she bobbed up and down, stroking him with her hand as she did so. She felt him stiffen inside her mouth, signaling his seed’s arrival. “I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna cum!” Shepard popped the shaft out of her mouth, just as a camera PZZT above her, next to Thomas’ side. Her eyes focused on the camera as she continued to stroke the shaft in her hands. She opened her mouth, ready for cum to shoot out, when suddenly, a small blue bubble formed around Thomas’ tip, just as he unloaded his seed. The bubble quickly filled up with his cum and expanded in size. He gave one last grunt, signaling the end of his nut bust. The bubble floated off his tip and in front of Shepard’s face. “Ready for some hot cum, Aurora?” asked Jason, having returned to behind the camera. Shepard simply nodded and opened her mouth again, the camera placing itself in front of her. With the precision of a water gun, Thomas used his biotic powers to fire spurts onto Shepard’s face. A stream of hot seed splashed across her face, a chuck landing inside her mouth, the rest landing on one of her brows. Another one shot directly shooting into her mouth, as another just barely got under her eye and on her cheek. The last stream was shot at her mouth, but only a little went in, as most splashed onto her chin. “Can you swallow it, sexy?” asked Jason, gazing down at Shepard’s face full of cum. Shepard continued to look into the camera as she closed her mouth and attempted to gulp down Thomas’ seed. It was hot, sticky, and salty. But Shepard managed to do it. She gave the camera a smile, before opening her mouth again to reveal it was all gone. The cum on her chin began to drip down as Jason replied, “That’s a good girl. Did you enjoy your present?” Shepard nodded and answered, “Yes, Jackson. I loved it. Thank you and thank you too, Rod.” “That’s good. Time to say goodbye, Aurora.” “Goodbye, Aurora,” exclaimed Shepard, waving to the camera as it pulled away from her. “AND CUT!” The camera stopped filming as Jason tossed Shepard a towel. She used the towel to clear off the remaining cum. Jason tossed another, larger towel to Thomas, who proceeded to wrap it around himself, before grabbing his pants and walking out the door. “Great scene, kid,” stated Jason as he helped Shepard up to her feet. He motioned her to the bathroom, adding, “You can take a quick shower if you want to.” Shepard took his offer, and took a quick shower. After she got out, she put on her regular clothes again, before walking out to find Jason, Thomas, and Garlo chatting it up. Jason quickly turned to Shepard and said, “Thanks again for coming down here. I hope you had a good time.” “Thanks,” said Shepard, shaking each person’s hand before turning back to Jason, “so do I come back here for tomorrow’s shoot?” “Oh no,” replied Jason, pulling out his omni-tool and uploading an address into Shepard’s. “You’ll be going to our studio for a bigger shoot tomorrow. It’ll be flashier and with better production value.” Shepard nodded and was about to exit the room, before turning back and asking, “Are you going to be there tomorrow?” “Sorry, I won’t be able to make it, I’ve got other plans tomorrow. Why, what’s up?” Shepard motioned for him to follow her outside, which he did. When they were outside, Shepard asked, “Do you think I can have that bottle of FIAs? You know, so it can help me get through the next two days?” Jason smiled and replied, “Of course you can.” He pulled the bottle out of his pocket and handed them to her. She thanked him before turning around and heading towards the elevator. Jason walked back into the room. “WHEEZE…so, what did she want…WHEEZE…with you?” “She asked if she could have my bottle of “FIAs”,” chuckled Jason, sitting down on the chair across from them. This answer caused the other two to laugh. “I can’t believe so many girls fall for your placebo trick,” laughed Thomas. “Yeah, me neither.”
Chapter 19 - Chapter 19	A/N: Quick note: this whole fight with the Tyrant was based on a playthrough of Resident Evil: Operation Raccoon City I did recently. I fought the Tyrant in the labs (as Vector, best character on team) and was using a Heavy Machine Gun while the AI team members fought the Tyrant with melee attacks due to lack of ammo. So, imagine Vector instead of Claire, Beltway instead of Alice (he was beside me the whole time) and Lupo and Bertha as WRS & BRS, respectively. That's how I created this chapter. Retarded AI. With White on her feet and apparently able to fight, Alice glance their surroundings, they were in a square fence, plenty of empty space save for the shack. Alice doubted the Tyrant - at 9 feet tall - would simply open the shack's front door. So, with that exact thought in her mind, the Tyrant roared and smashed the whole front wall off the shack. "Hey, Alice. Any weak spots?" Claire asked, her gun raised as the Tyrant's frowning face showed a moment of confusion at the three T-Virus carriers instead of just one. "I'd say the face... But if it dies, that's all that matters!" Alice aimed all her weapons at the Tyrant with her Telekinesis and smirked. "FUCK HIM UP, LADIES!" Ada, Claire, and Alice instantly started to shoot the Tyrant, whilst both the Shooter's charged towards the Tyrant, weapons drawn back to shred him into ribbons. Bullets sank into his toughened hide, and he growled in frustration. The moment the sisters came within attack range, however, he raised his left fist and targeted Black, who jumped to the side as White slashed the back of his knee with her scythe in a shower of dull red blood. Swinging his leg out wide, the Tyrant barely missed hitting White when Black thrust several of her throwing knives into his other leg. The injury was nominal, but it was enough to throw off his aim. Since she was dangerously close to the Tyrant now, Alice suddenly pulled Black to safety with her Telekinesis as White gracefully backflipped several times in a row, keeping pace with her sister as they went. "Sister! Are you alright?" White called, noticing that Black was covered in blood. "Not my blood. I'm fine." Black replied, gripping several shuriken in her fingers as she read the Tyrant's movements. There was something off about the right arm, almost as if it was... sensitive. "ALICE! CLAIRE! ADA! SHOOT THE RIGHT ARM!" Black called loudly over their gunfire. "She found a weak spot already?! After only one rush?" Claire diverted her aim, hitting the Tyrant in the bicep, just like she had called out. "That's my girl!" Ada smiled proudly, switching to her M3 when she ran out of bullets. "That Tyrant was probably injured, and the right arm was the spot it got hit. Smart girl." Alice agreed, taking careful aim with every shot. The moment they diverted their aim to his right arm, the Tyrant roared loudly, using his left to block the bullets as White and Black rushed in for another attack. "Sister! He is targeting me! I will distract him for you!" White suddenly called out, bringing her massive scythe back to strike while Black Rock Shooter launched herself into the air, raining the Tyrant's head with her shuriken before landing on his shoulders and impaling her katana through the top of his head, making him thrash around while she held on as tight as she could. "Sister!" White called out for Black when the impaled katana came loose and she was sent flying, but Alice caught her in midair with more Telekinesis and lowered her to the ground. "Don't worry, White. I've got her back. Yours too!" Alice called, firing several rounds into the Tyrant's face, somehow blinding the right eye. "HE'S BLIND, RIGHT SIDE!" She called over the gunfire as the Tyrant covered the injured eye with his right arm, once again exposing his injured bicep. Ada and Claire took the opportunity to fire the rest of their magazines into the arm, turning the grey flesh into a red pulp that White quickly severed with a powerful slash from her scythe. Alice knew that the Tyrant series had been perfected with the T-103. In fact, aside from the size, mental capabilities, and the toughened hide, the T-103 was basically the same as a normal, physically healthy human. So the loss of the entire right arm would probably make it bleed out - and hopefully die - within minutes. They had a chance! They would finally take down a Tyrant! "Keep it up! Unlike the three of us, he CAN'T regenerate! He'll bleed out!" Alice called out, switching to the M37 shotgun she had on her back as she fired the last of her M4's ammo into the Tyrant's head. "I smell a design flaw!" Claire laughed as she also switched weapons. She hauled out the M60 and dropped to her stomach, deploying the bipod and started to fire at the wounded Tyrant with a heavy throb of machine gun fire. "Don't put that thought into our heads, Claire!" Ada replied, ramming more shells into her M3. "Sister! Sister, are you alright?!" White suddenly turned to see Black Rock Shooter was standing with her head down, her black hair hiding her face. "Sister...?" With a rising laugh, Black Rock Shooter gripped her katana in one hand, drawing her M1911a1 in the other as she charged forward with a strange blue light illuminating her face. She blazed past White, who gasped in shock when she realized that Black's left eye was covered by a strange blue fire. "C'mon, Sis! Let's fuck this bastard up!" Black grinned maniacally as she fired her entire magazine into the Tyrant's remaining eye, completely blinding it as she jumped onto his head again, stabbing him over and over again in the face and neck as his left hand flailed around to grab her, roaring the whole time. "What's up with her face?!" Claire kept firing the M60, but she was gawking at the blue fire coming from Black Rock Shooter's left eye. "Is it... on FIRE?!" "I think it is..." Ada agreed, also shocked by the blue light. "Mutation." Was all that Alice said as she pumped her shotgun with a fresh load of shells. White savagely slashed and shredded the blinded Tyrant's legs with her scythe, while Black Rock Shooter mercilessly turned the head into swiss cheese, the whole time her eye was still ablaze with the strange blue fire. The Tyrant suddenly fell to his knees, the roaring stopped, and he fell over with a crash, finally defeated under the combined attacks of the sisters, Alice, Claire and Ada. "We'd better get back. Alice. Use the grenades, it's finally over... We did it." Claire hefted her M60 into her arms as the two sisters joined them, Black's eye still ablaze. With that, Alice pulled a dozen grenades from her backpack, and started to prepare them for destroying the Tyrant's corpse as Claire turned to Black Rock Shooter and pointed at her own left eye. "Cool trick. What's it feel like?" "Cold. Like a dish of well served revenge." Black replied, watching as Alice levitated the cluster of pinless grenades to the Tyrant's body and dropped them on his broad back. A few seconds later, the grenades exploded, instantly turning the Tyrant into red mist. "That big bastard grabs me, takes me back to his place, and chases me around the damn place like there's no tomorrow. And he didn't even buy me dinner first! Can you believe the nerve!?" "I totally agree!" Alice smiled, taking Black Rock Shooter under her arm. "At least I shared a drink with you before I dragged you into bed." White watched the good natured exchange with a mildly confused expression, but Claire smiled gently at her and explained. "Those two are partners... like, girlfriends." "Oh! Okay then." White gave a nod, seeing her amazing twin sister in a new light.
Chapter 10 - Chapter 10	Alice was mildly enjoying the embarrassment that Black Rock Shooter's mutation was giving her, but Alice knew it was temporary. Pretty soon she had to teach her about living with the Virus. She got out of bed and quickly got dressed, aided by her Telekinesis. "Jokes aside, I'm gonna have to teach you about living with the Virus, y'know, kiddo." Alice crossed the room and gently wrapped her arms around Black Rock Shooter's shoulder. "Let's go grab some breakfast and talk about this, okay?" "We ran out of milk though." Claire smirked as she got out of bed as well, but she got a quick swipe from Black Rock Shooter's tail to the face for her cheeky comment. "You..." Black Rock Shooter glared at her with narrowed eyes. "Shut your face. I don't need any of your sass." Alice quickly decided to end the arguing by creeping her hand down the length of Black Rock Shooter's new tail and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Kyaaa~!" Black Rock Shooter's voice rose sharply, and her back arched as her eyes widened in shock. "STOP THAT!" She snarled at Alice as the two of them left Claire to get dressed. "So cute..." They both heard Claire mutter to herself as the door was closed behind them. The instant they were outside the master bedroom, Black Rock Shooter wrapped her arms around herself, averting her gaze away from Alice. Her tail curled itself around her body, and Alice smirked, amused by the sight. "What's the matter, kiddo?" Alice asked, gently leading her down the stairs, past a few rooms where snoring could be heard. "I got turned into a freaking cat! What do you think's the matter?!" Black Rock Shooter snapped at Alice, her cheeks turning red from anger. "Now Wong has a reason to keep calling me Kitten!" "That's it? I'd be more concerned with the changes to your genetic makeup, rather than your appearance and a stupid nickname." Alice replied seriously, descending the stairs ahead of her. "I'd also keep tabs on that tail of yours, unless you LIKE it getting stuck in doors." "No!" Black Rock Shooter muttered. "Fucking hurts like Hell." "Well, since I have no tail, I can't really help you other than give you reminders." Alice shrugged, since she lacked such a drastic physical mutation. "But I can help you with the internal and genetic stuff... If you'd like." "Yes, please..." Black Rock Shooter nodded her head, causing her feline ears to flap a bit. "So, can you explain why I can smell such a delicious... sweet... scent that wasn't here last night?" She lightly began to drool, but wiped it away with the back of her hand. "That's human blood." Alice replied right away. "Someone must be bleeding... But, to a normal person, blood smells coppery, metallic. To us, it smells sweet, since it is what the T-Virus seeks out. It sings to us like a Siren's song... think of it as pure energy, in liquid form." "What about the blood of a zombie? Blood that has the T-Virus in it?" Black Rock Shooter asked, pointedly holding her wayward tail as they passed through the front door of the farmhouse. "I'm used to the scent after all these years, but at first, it just smelled sour to me. Go take a whiff of those two corpses we shoved in the upstairs closet and let me know what they smell like to you. I'll wait here." Alice replied, leaning on the railing of the front porch. With a nod - and still clutching her sensitive tail - Black Rock Shooter spun on her heel and marched up to the closet from last night and inhaled deeply through her nose, only to be struck by a blast of tear jerking sourness that made her head spin. She quickly returned to Alice with watering eyes, and gave a nod. "Definitely sour..." She groaned. Alice smiled, then lead Black Rock Shooter to the truck for food, jumping into the back and quickly grabbing two cans from the crate of similar containers. She hopped back down and continued with her teachings. "Like I explained to you, Claire and K-Mart, you'll be sustaining the Virus through three means; fighting - which provides the Virus with reliable and safe adrenaline, ingesting fresh blood - for the energy rush - and sex... which we've got locked down, so there's no need to worry about that part, right?" "As long as you stop grabbing my tail, then yes, that's correct." Black Rock Shooter's eyes narrowed as she spoke. "If not, then you're not getting any pussy." Alice snorted, covering her mouth as she began to laugh. A moment later, Black Rock Shooter realized what she'd said and let out a sigh. "Shut up! You know what I meant!" "I did. But... you ARE the pussy now!" Alice roared with laughter, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. Black Rock Shooter frowned, and slapped Alice's cheek with the back of her hand, but both of them gasped in surprise when four cuts appeared on Alice's cheek at the same time. "Did you just..." Alice gingerly touched her bleeding cheek. "Scratch me?" Black Rock Shooter stared at the strange slits in her fingertips, having caught a brief glimpse of something retracting inside when she'd slapped Alice. "I think so..." Black Rock Shooter stared at her hand, then tensed her fingers, extending a short - but very sharp - claw from the tips of her fingers, just like an actual cat. "I have claws too?!" Alice tapped the top of Black Rock Shooter's head - not too hard, but enough to make a loud WHAP sound - teasing her partner's feline aspects. "Bad kitty! No scratching!" "Fuck off! I never asked for this!" Black Rock Shooter shot back, her ears flattening against her head. "At least I'm not rolling my R's... I SAID FUCK OFF, ALICE!" Alice had managed to grab her tail again, but this time her unusual feline exclamations didn't rise in her voice. "What's with all the yelling? Some of us are still trying to sleep, unlike you two..." K-Mart appeared from nearby, having overheard the pair fighting. "WHOA! What the hell happened to you?!"" "She's just like me now. She got covered in zombie blood last night and mutated into an adorable little kitty~!" Alice teased Black Rock Shooter by poking her with both hands repetitively on the shoulder, which earned her another clawed swipe from Black Rock Shooter. "Bad kitty!" Alice tapped the top of her head again. "Alice, I will seriously fuck you up if you do that again..." Black Rock Shooter snarled at Alice, while K-Mart processed the feline aspects she had. "So you've got claws... ears... is that a tail too?" K-Mart asked, receiving a single nod. "What about your eyes? Are they slit pupils too?" "I dunno... Alice, don't you fucking dare touch me!" Black Rock Shooter leaned forward for K-Mart to examine her blue eyes, but K-Mart shook her head. "Seems the same as before. Oh well..." K-Mart shrugged. "Does Claire know about this yet?" "Yes, she does." Ada's voice came from behind Black Rock Shooter, who instantly tensed in panic as Ada purposely pulled on her tail. "Kyaaaa~!" She spun around and grabbed Ada by the throat - claws out - and hissed into her face. "Touch my tail ever again, and I'll rip your throat out." Alice, however, had the privilege of being Black Rock Shooter's primary sexual partner, so the moment that she turned her back, her tail came within grabbing distance, and Alice gave it a hefty pull to separate the two Asians. "Nyaaan~!" Black Rock Shooter let out an adorable meow as she stumbled backwards, nimbly twisting her torso to see who pulled her tail. "ALICE! I TOLD YOU TO STOP THAT!" She yanked her tail free from Alice's grasp. "YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THAT FUCKING HURTS!" "But you're just so ADORABLE when we do this!" Alice teased, but K-Mart took a step between them, facing Black Rock Shooter with a gentle expression on her face. "Can I touch your ears and your tail? Unlike this bonehead..." K-Mart jerked her thumb at Alice behind her. "I won't try to hurt you." Black Rock Shooter's ears had flattened against her skull every time she got mad at Alice or Ada, and her tail swished through the air behind her constantly, unless someone was holding it. But, when K-Mart asked for permission to touch them, they returned to a neutral position and curled around her waist, respectively. "... F-Fine. G-Go ahead." Black Rock Shooter's cheeks went pink as K-Mart smiled slightly. Slowly extending her fingers to the ears first, K-Mart took interest in the softness of her ears, the way they moved around to listen, and the fact her human ears were also gone. "So soft..." K-Mart muttered, noticing that Black Rock Shooter was blushing. On a sudden whim, K-Mart began scratching the top of Black Rock Shooter's head, just like a cat, while also stroking the length of her equally silky soft tail with her other hand. Black Rock Shooter's reaction was both expected... and unexpected. "Are you... PURRING?!" Alice could've sworn she heard Black Rock Shooter begin to purr, a low - but cute - rumble rising in her throat as K-Mart practically pleasured her body into submission. "Okay, K-Mart... y-you can s-stop n-nyaan~..." Black Rock Shooter's cheeks blazed with embarrassment as she meowed yet again. "Please..." "That's enough, Dahlia. Leave her alone." All four of them turned to see Claire - fully dressed, but with an extremely suspicious amount of cleavage bursting from her shirt - cradling her M4 over her bursting chest. She was also frowning slightly as the three women bullied Black Rock Shooter. "Dahlia?" Alice glanced between Claire and K-Mart, but then realization caught up to her. "Real name?" She asked to the younger blonde, who nodded as she quickly released Black Rock Shooter's tail and ears. "Yeah, that's my real name." K-Mart gave a nod, taking a long step backwards, distancing herself from Black Rock Shooter. "Sorry 'bout that... It was just... so cute." "Not all cats... like that." Black Rock Shooter panted, her chest heaving with each breath. "I did... Don't get me wrong... but, that was just... too much." "You three... fuck off. You've done enough." Claire suddenly ordered, holding out her hand to Black Rock Shooter. "C'mon, let's go eat in peace." Taking Claire's hand, Black Rock Shooter followed her back inside the farmhouse, clutching her tail as she passed the threshold. Claire lead her into the kitchen, offering her a seat at the small table before taking the one opposite to it. "I take it they're being a bunch of boneheads, aren't they?" Claire offered Black Rock Shooter a can opener that was laying on the table, right beside another can and two spoons. "My tail's their new favourite toy." Black Rock Shooter replied grimly. "But K-Mart... as you saw, was a bit... touchy-feely." "I noticed your reaction. You looked like it was the worst good feeling you've ever had." Claire used an oxymoron to describe the apparent sexual pleasure that Black Rock Shooter received when her tail or ears were touched. "I'm like Alice, now. I get set off at the slightest provocation." Black Rock Shooter blushed. "At first, I thought she was joking about the Virus' need for sex, just using it as an excuse to fuck me... But now that I'm experiencing it firsthand, it's a huge pain in the ass." "Well, she does seem like an expert in her field..." Claire admitted as she opened her ration of food with the can opener. "If you don't mind... Can I touch your tail and ears? They look really soft." "After what that baka did... I can't, sorry." Black Rock Shooter shook her head before adding. "How about tonight?" "I'd love that." Claire replied huskily. "But, if Alice joins us... I'm going to hazard a guess that you'll slap her, right?" "I have claws, actually." Black Rock Shooter held up her hand and extended her claws for Claire to see. "I tried slapping her already, but these came out of my fingers, scratching her face." Claire glanced at Black Rock Shooter's face for a moment, unable resist the temptation to scratch underneath her chin. She slowly extended her hand, lightly raking her nails on the underside of her jaw, causing a shiver to shoot up Black Rock Shooter's spine. "That's... okay. I'll let you do that." Black Rock Shooter could actually hear herself purring this time. Claire was more subtle, and far more gentle than Alice, so scratching under her jaw felt good, but not overpoweringly pleasurable. "Ah... L-left a bit..." Black Rock Shooter added as the good sensation faded as Claire's hand moved to the side. Claire hummed, pointedly moving to the right. "Which way?" She asked, teasing Black Rock Shooter with a smirk. "L-left." Black Rock Shooter shuddered, letting out a moan as Claire complied with her request, sending waves of pleasure down her spine again. "N-Nyan~." "Oh my god, that was... adorable." Claire smirked, deciding to stop teasing Black Rock Shooter, unlike the three morons outside. "Y'know, since I'm not fucking with you like those idiots, I actually think your tits have gotten a bit bigger as well." "Says the one wearing a corset under her shirt." Black Rock Shooter smirked, but gave her chest a closer examination. It wasn't by very much, but Claire was right. Her breasts had indeed grown enough to begin visibly straining against her bikini. "Let's hope Alice didn't notice..." "I noticed." Alice's voice spoke up from the hall. "I just didn't say anything. Those tits belong to two people: Me and Claire. And you know it, kiddo."
Chapter 18 - Chapter 18	Alice, Claire and Ada were sprinting through the corridors of the facility, hearing the distant roars of the T-103 and all of Issacs' commentary over the PA. They had made it down three floors without resistance when Alice sensed a T-Virus presence rapidly approaching them. "She's coming. Must have escaped on her own." Alice held her hand out, catching Ada in the tits without even thinking. "That's my girl." Ada smirked, having filled Claire in on her relationship status with Black Rock Shooter on the drive to the facility. "But I take it those roars are that big bastard that took her in the first place?" "Yeah, a T-103 Tyrant. Not easy to kill, but incredibly predictable attack patterns. Punches and kicks, nothing really special." Alice replied. "Think of it as a bigger version of an unskilled brawler. Just that he's strong enough to punch through concrete." "Thanks for the pep talk, Alice." Claire grumbled as she shouldered her M4 and approached a nearby staircase, just as it was kicked open, revealing a strange sight. A white haired Neko girl, wearing a pure white duster - much like Alice and Black Rock Shooter wore - slowly lowered her foot as she crossed the threshold, holding a massive white scythe in her hand. Claire instantly raised her M4, taking several steps back as Alice raised hers, as did Ada. "That's not her... But it definitely LOOKS like her." Claire commented as the girl gently closed the door to the stairs with her foot behind her, the huge scythe gripped in both hands as she regarded the trio of women with an expressionless face. "They must have cloned her, but had some modifications. Look, her eyes are red too. Trademark colours, those cocky bastards." Alice indicated the girl's red eyes. She appeared to be in a trance, and a sudden gasp from Claire made Alice move her gaze to the girl's A-cup bikini top, where a red and silver beetle shaped device was latched to her chest. "I know that thing... It's administering a mind control drug into her chest! We have to get it off her!" Ada suddenly spoke up. "Don't shoot it though, it's not bulletproof." "Why the sudden change of attitude? I say we kill her and move on for our girl." Claire kept her gun and gaze steady as the clone continued to stare at Alice. "Trust me... I have an idea for both of them." Was all that Ada said in reply before the clone swung her scythe widely, causing them to scatter apart to evade. "Alice! Disarm her!" Claire called out as she fired her M4 at the girl's feet. Alice readily obliged, beginning to wrestle the scythe from the girl's grasp with her Telekinesis. Several seconds later, she won, causing the clone to fall forward with a thump, just as Ada and Claire sprinted towards her and pinned her down. "Alice! The beetle!" Claire called. "Rip it off!" Alice knelt down on the clone's chest, then latched her fingers underneath the strange beetle and gave it a tug, causing the girl to cry out in pain as she struggled to escape. "Keep going!" Claire encouraged, practically laying on the girl's arms over her head, while Ada pinned her legs. But, now that they were this close, they all noticed that - except for her hair and eye colours - this clone was an exact replica of Black Rock Shooter, even her scars on her stomach were present! Alice pulled repeatedly, slowly but surely removing the bug, even to the point where the clone's chest began leaking out blood as the device shifted from her thrashing. The moment that Alice wrenched it free, the clone screamed in agony before passing out. Before they could even breathe out in relief, the door that the clone had originally entered from was kicked open again, this time, however, it was the REAL Black Rock Shooter, who stopped in her tracks upon catching sight of the scene before her. "No time to explain! Nerve gas traps are being used to stop me! RUN!" Black Rock Shooter grabbed Ada and Claire by the biceps and hauled them to their feet, running back the way they had originally came. Claire quickly snatched the girl's massive scythe and carried it over a shoulder as they went. Alice quickly hauled the unconscious clone over her shoulder and kept pace with Black Rock Shooter as they returned to the surface, the hissing sound of the nerve gas hot on their heels until they reached the service elevator and climbed aboard. "So this is the entrance. Huh." Black Rock Shooter smirked, then pressed the Up button. "So Alice... who's the albino bitch you're carrying?" She asked suddenly, sparing the unconscious clone an unamused glance before Ada handed over her katana. She lashed it to her belt and holstered the pistol she was carrying. "You've been cloned. No matter what that scientist said, they did work on you the moment you came into their hands. All it takes to make a clone is a sample of your DNA, which they most likely got from a blood sample. So, this chicky here is your new sister... White Rock Shooter." Alice indicated the clone over her shoulder with a cheeky grin. "You've got to be joking. I'm an only child, baka." Black Rock Shooter drew her katana with a scowl. "So drop the dead weight, we don't need her." "It was my idea, Kitten." Ada commented. "I have my reasons for doing it, but right now, there's nothing you can do about it either. You know that." Black Rock Shooter grumbled to herself as Claire withdrew a small detonator device from her body armour, and glanced at Alice for confirmation. "Do it?" Alice shook her head. "Not yet, fifteen more seconds, then we're good." Black Rock Shooter remembered the demo charges from the M35, and assumed that they'd planted them somewhere below. With a grin, she flexed her fingers on her katana hilt as she silently counted down from fifteen. The moment she reached zero, Claire pressed the button, and far below, the sound of a dozen rapid explosions echoed up the elevator shaft, sealing off the facility from the surface. "Did we do it? Is it over?" Claire asked, dropping the now useless detonator and shifting the scythe on her shoulder. Not even the moment she had spoken, a roar from below meant that the T-103 had been right on their asses the whole time. Loud impact and crashing sounds from below meant that it was clearing the rubble from their explosives. "Me and my big mouth." Claire grumbled, gripping her M4 with her free hand. "We have to kill it, don't we?" "Sounds like a plan." Alice replied, giving her neck a crack as Black Rock Shooter's ears went flat against her skull. "Fucking bullshit. They always send the shit that DOESN'T know when to give up!" Black Rock Shooter snarled as the elevator reached the top and the left the small shack that served to conceal the entrance. The moment she said that, her clone made sounds like she was awake again. Alice quickly lowered her to the ground, checking her for any possible issues from removing the device, aside from her bleeding chest. "Who... are you?" White asked, gently holding her head in her hand. "Where am I?" "Your name is White Rock Shooter, and right now, you're in the Nevada desert. It's a long story, but are you okay? Can you walk?" Alice spoke gently to the confused clone. "I can. Where is my scythe?" White looked around in confusion until Claire - with a sigh of relief - lowered the massive scythe to the girl's hands. "Thank you... um..." "Claire. That's Alice, this is your aunt Ada, and over there is your sister." Claire introduced everyone, then helped the girl to her feet as Black Rock Shooter shoved her stolen pistol into the girl's hand. "Take it, we have rules about these. Ada, still got mine?" Black Rock Shooter turned to her aunt, who quickly returned the M1911a1 she was borrowing, plus the magazines of ammo she'd been given. "What are we doing out here?" White asked as she lowered her scythe to the ground, unsure of what to do with the pistol she'd been given. "Something in that shack is going to try and kill us. So, we are gonna kill it instead. It's called a T-103 Tyrant." Alice explained, noticing the clone's confusion towards the pistol. "Just put that in your belt for now. I don't think you'll need it quite yet." "Okay..." White shoved the pistol into the back of her belt, then gripped her huge scythe in both hands while staring at Black Rock Shooter's back. "Sister! What is your name?" She asked in such an innocent voice it made Alice, Claire and Ada's expressions change to momentary "D'awwww!" faces. "Black Rock Shooter." She replied, just as the service elevator's hatch opened from inside the shack, signalling the arrival of the T-103 Tyrant.
Chapter 4 - Chapter 04 - Contains sex scenes	After clearing the entire house for useful supplies, plus the few weapons that Black Rock Shooter had gotten from the barn, K-Mart returned to the Hummer with the news that the house was finally secured. While she was relaying the message, Black Rock Shooter was laying on her back on the bed in the master bedroom, sprawled out as she stared at the ceiling. Footsteps downstairs caught her attention, but she remained motionless as the footsteps went around a few rooms, then another softer pair of footsteps joined them. Neither people downstairs spoke, but seemed to be searching for something. One person left, but the other ascended the stairs, their footsteps still quite quiet. "You up here, kiddo?" It was Alice. She was probably standing at the top of the stairs, judging by her voice. "Gonna swing your katana at me this time?" Alice's cheeky comment was accompanied by her teasing smirk as she opened the master bedroom door, amused to see just how exhausted Black Rock Shooter had become after clearing the house with K-Mart. "No. Why would I do that to my partner?" Black Rock Shooter asked, yawning slightly. "God, that girl was infuriating. Clunking around like a huge animal. No regard for stealth, in the slightest." "Claire and I thought the two of you would work it out by working together..." Alice leaned her shoulder on the door frame, staring at Black Rock Shooter with narrowed eyes. "Didn't seem to fix your problems with each other, but at least you two got the job done." "Your point? I don't like her. Admit it, even if it's just towards me, that girl is incredibly racist." Black Rock Shooter pushed her torso upright and supported her weight on her forearms, staring at Alice pointedly. "She is, yes..." Alice stood upright and took a few slow steps towards Black Rock Shooter on the bed. "But you're shoving your Japanese heritage down her throat, even if you think it's subtle. Don't you think that's a bit of a bad idea?" Black Rock Shooter said nothing, averting her gaze slightly as Alice sat down on the edge of the bed beside her legs. "She may be a pain, but so are you. You both need to learn to accept each other's faults, flaws, and strong points, no matter what. You feel me, kiddo?" Alice put her hand on Black Rock Shooter's leg, which earned an instant blush to rise in her cheeks. "I... I, uh..." Black Rock Shooter's voice faltered, her mind only able to focus on the position of Alice's hand on her kneecap. "Kawaii." Alice purred huskily, sliding her hand ever so slowly up Black Rock Shooter's leg. "You're really cute when you're embarrassed, y'know that?" Black Rock Shooter said nothing, her breathing was beginning to shake, as were her legs as Alice's hand reached her shorts, causing Alice to begin crawling over top of Black Rock Shooter with a predatory grin on her face. "What's this? Usually you're so confident. What happened, oh great Ronin?" Alice teased Black Rock Shooter as she placed her free hand beside Black Rock Shooter's head, smiling at the adorable expression on her face as she laid back onto the bed, their gazes locked. Without pausing for a response, Alice swooped down and began to kiss the side of her burning neck. Instantly gasping, Black Rock Shooter clutched the sheets as she was dominated by Alice, unable to move as Alice effortlessly unbuckled her belt with one hand. "Alice..." Black Rock Shooter whispered as she felt Alice's sharp teeth nibbling her earlobe. "P-Please..." Alice ignored her, gently licking the side of her neck, then her collarbone, before pulling down the collar of Black Rock Shooter's black duster, continuing to mix kisses and licks as she exposed more of Black Rock Shooter's impossibly pale skin. Panting for breath, Black Rock Shooter's knuckles were turning white with how tightly she was gripping the sheets. She couldn't take this teasing anymore! When was Alice going to stop?! Alice could tell that Black Rock Shooter was reaching her breaking point, just by the way her face was contorting and her grip on the sheets. So, without further ado, she reached behind Black Rock Shooter's back and tugged the strings of her bikini top apart, causing the garment to go limp against her chest. The moment that Alice's hand went under her back, Black Rock Shooter's mind knew exactly what she was looking for. So when her bikini came loose, her hand flashed out and threw it aside with feverish haste, exposing her modest breasts to her partner, who grinned in triumph. Staring at each other for the smallest second, Alice and Black Rock Shooter both panted for breath, equally flushed in the face as Black Rock Shooter grabbed Alice's neck and pulled her down to kiss her passionately. Her sudden boldness earned a surprised moan from Alice, who instantly returned the kiss with equal passion. Wrapping her arms around Black Rock Shooter's back, she pulled her into a sitting position with Black Rock Shooter's legs straddling her own. Neither of them noticed K-Mart's statuesque form staring at them in utter shock from the open door. She'd came into the farmhouse searching for Black Rock Shooter, hoping to return the girl's knife - which both of them had forgotten K-Mart still had - only to find... this. Suddenly a hand wrapped around her mouth and she was roughly pulled away from the door into the next room. She stumbled to a standing position, turning to find that her assailant was Claire. "You don't need to gawk. She's a lesbian too." Claire whispered, crossing her arms as the fairly quiet sounds that the pair were making next door became accentuated with their respective moans. "I'm more concerned with what you were doing up here in the first place. You hate her." "I still have her knife. She made me take it while we cleared the house. I knew she was in there, but I had no fucking clue that Alice was with her!" K-Mart whispered back, her tone defiant. "And I don't hate her... she's just..." K-Mart faltered. Black Rock Shooter was a huge pain in the ass, yes... but for some odd reason, after seeing her with Alice, she felt extremely jealous of Alice. SHE wanted to be in her position right now, her arms wrapped around Black Rock Shooter's milk white skin, staring into her gorgeous sapphire eyes... "I can see it on your face." Claire smirked smugly. "You like her, don't you?" K-Mart didn't realize she'd been blushing while she fantasized, but it deepened furiously as she tried to deny Claire's claim. "N-no! I don't like her!" "Look me in the eye and say that again without stuttering." Claire challenged, her smirk widening. "And you're face is bright red. Deny it all you want, but if you keep up this attitude towards her, she'll never know you like her." "Then how the hell did you get on her good side so easily?!" K-Mart demanded, her cheeks still burning vividly, but this time from anger. "Why does she like you!?" "Because I was honest with her. Still am, in fact." Claire replied. "I also don't insult her every time I open my mouth." Pausing for a brief moment, Claire added with a smirk. "There was also booze involved, but that's a different story entirely." "Then why is she with Alice and not you right now?!" K-Mart pointed at the wall separating the pair from them. "Because Alice got to her first. Simple as that." Claire replied calmly. "But the three of us are equals, we all share each other. Alice is just more... aggressive in her tactics... towards both of us, I might add." Jealousy was beginning to boil up inside of K-Mart's chest. The more she heard, the more clear it was becoming: Black Rock Shooter would never feel anything for her, because Alice and Claire were already there. She was just the angry outsider to their little love triangle... Fuck. Early in the morning, Black Rock Shooter awoke with Alice's arms wrapped around her. She felt particularly energetic and chipper after having sex with Alice the night before, but right now, she didn't want to move a muscle for fear of shattering the peaceful moment: Alice's slow, soft breathing ruffling the back of her head, her arms around their bodies, their bodies molded together so perfectly. A content sigh escaped Black Rock Shooter's lips as she closed her eyes again, nestling herself a bit closer to Alice's warm body once more. She eventually drifted off again with a rare smile on her face. At the same time, in the room next door, K-Mart awoke with a faint groan. She slept terribly, the bed she and Claire were sharing was stiff and uncomfortable, so her back ached something horrendous. Deciding to walk the pain off, she carefully climbed out of the bed and was about to leave the room when Claire cleared her throat behind her. "Where do you think you're going?" K-Mart turned as calmly and slowly as she could. Claire was staring at her with one eye, the rest of her face was covered by her red hair. "That bed's uncomfortable, my back really hurts, so I'm going outside to walk it off." She admitted honestly. She knew why Claire was asking; Black Rock Shooter - and likely Alice as well - seemed to be early risers, considering that they traveled alone before joining the convoy. "If you see either of them, keep your mouth shut. No more bullshit. Got it?" Claire's eye narrowed into a slit as K-Mart gave a slow nod. "Besides, I have no idea how they'll act towards each other, considering that last night was probably their first time together. Might get awkward." "I get it. I'll be back as soon as I can." K-Mart slowly walked towards the door and left, closing it as softly as she could. It wasn't quiet enough, however, as the sound of a sharp intake of breath from Black Rock Shooter and Alice's open door caught her attention. She slowly peered around the door to see Alice staring directly at her, arms wrapped around a sleeping Black Rock Shooter. Both of them were naked, but Alice had covered them up to the waist with a blanket last night. Shaking her head in mild disappointment, Alice put a finger to her lips and indicated the sleeping girl curled up against her chest. K-Mart got the hint, silently mouthed 'I'm sorry' and slowly walked down the stairs, leaning heavily on the handrail as she went down, limping a bit. Alice noticed, and her expression changed to a more thoughtful one as she considered the possible reason K-Mart seemed to be injured. Did she fall? Did Black Rock Shooter hurt her last night, and this was the lingering aches? Glancing at her sleeping counterpart, Alice considered the latter to be the most likely of the two possibilities. With a silent sigh, she hooked her finger into Black Rock Shooter's long black hair and exposed her ear, blowing into it gently. Swatting her hand at thin air, Black Rock Shooter moaned softly in her sleep, otherwise unresponsive to Alice's attempt to rouse her. Trying again, Alice once again blew cool air into Black Rock Shooter's ear, receiving the same reaction as the first. She swatted at thin air, her eyebrows momentarily knitting together in annoyance. Alice considered another way to wake her up. Pain was a bad idea, obviously. But what about...? She then opted for a more... dangerous method this time. She carefully pulled Black Rock Shooter's body onto her side and slowly slid her fingertips down one of Black Rock Shooter's shoulders, and gently cupped her small breast in her hand, while simultaneously nibbling on her exposed ear. Moaning much louder this time, Black Rock Shooter unconsciously arched her back into Alice's touch. She was enjoying the dream she was having, together with Alice and Claire on a gorgeous beach in Okinawa. Claire was swimming in the water, and Alice was laying behind Black Rock Shooter, toying with her body as she whispered seductively in her ear. Alice could tell Black Rock Shooter was still dreaming, and her attempts to rouse her were just adding to whatever dream was playing in her mind. 'Well... Might as well fuck with her head a bit.' Alice grinned widely as she traced the lines of Black Rock Shooter's scars with her fingertips, slowly but surely approaching her sensitive pussy. Black Rock Shooter's eyes were closed, even deep in her dream in Okinawa. Her heated body was responding on both fronts to Alice's touch. She desperately pressed her small frame into Alice's touch, her breathing coming out in panting breaths, the occasional moan escaping her lips. "Hey, kiddo... Where are we? Remind me again." Alice whispered into Black Rock Shooter's ear huskily. Black Rock Shooter heard Alice's husky purr in her ear and mumbled. "Okinawa..." "What do you see? Claire blindfolded me, describe it to me." Alice smiled as she teased Black Rock Shooter's nipple with her fingertips with one hand and the other slowly inserted into her body. Black Rock Shooter inhaled sharply when Alice's long finger entered her body, but she described the beach around her to Alice, who hummed contently. "It sounds as beautiful as your body is to see." Alice purred, once again nibbling on Black Rock Shooter's ear, earning yet another moan as her other assaults on the young girl's body increased their tempo; her pinching fingers switched to fondling her breasts in her palm whilst her invading finger was now accompanied by another, then a third, speeding up their thrusting inside her wet entrance. "I love you. I love your beautiful sapphire eyes, your long black hair, your silky soft skin... Lovely... Truly lovely." Black Rock Shooter heard every single word Alice had said, and that, plus the assault(s) that Alice was doing to her body, she finally reached her breaking point. Her eyes finally flew open, and she let out faint gasping sounds several times, like she was trying to scream as her walls clenched around Alice's invading fingers, her juices leaking down Alice's hand as her body followed suit and tensed up. With a huge intake of breath, Black Rock Shooter came down from the high of her orgasm, collapsing into Alice's arms, panting heavily as Alice brushed her long hair out of her face. "Mornin'." Alice smiled cheekily, giving Black Rock Shooter a small and very gentle kiss on the side of her neck. "Sleep well?"
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Chapter 20 - Chapter 20 - Final sex scene	A/N: Twincest? Check! Final Chapter? Check! Ada being a bitch? Check! All systems green! We are good to go! The return trip to the farmhouse was... difficult, to say the least. Claire was driving, and Ada was beside her, giving the directions saved into the GPS they'd taken from the soldier back at the farm. In the back seat, Alice was seated between the two sisters, who were each clutching her by the arm with their heads resting on her shoulders, fast asleep. She was mildly amused by the sight of the twin Neko's fast asleep, but a glance at their hands on her belt made her think they had... ulterior motives. There was just something... sinister about identical twins, in her opinion, and the matching smiles on their faces as they slept was unsettling for Alice to be caught in the middle the way she was. Black Rock Shooter began to purr in her sleep, and Alice knew that meant she was dreaming about her... but White Rock Shooter also began to purr, just like her twin. "You've got to be kidding me." Alice muttered to herself. "Both of them are purring now!?" "I wonder who she's dreaming about? Can't be you, Alice." Ada glanced back to see Alice staring at White Rock Shooter in mild surprise. "Kitten's definitely got you on her mind, though." "They look so much alike... it's fucking creepy." Alice replied. "Never really got used to the idea of identical twins." "Her mother... she was my twin. Consider it a family thing." Ada smirked. "What was her name?" Alice asked, just as Black Rock Shooter's eyes opened, revealing icy blue glowing slit pupils, like a real cat. "Her name was Carla." Black Rock Shooter stared at Alice. "Hate to break up the loving family moment and all, but do you ladies have any idea how we're gonna explain White to everyone when we get back? She's exactly like Black, including her ears and tail. They'll think she has the T-Virus..." "Which she does..." Black reminded Claire, slightly unimpressed by Claire's statement. "They've gotten use to me and Alice. What's wrong with me having a twin sister?" "You'd be surprised, babe." Claire replied, shaking her head slightly. When the Hummer arrived again at the farmhouse, there were a line of graves marking those that had fallen during the Umbrella attack. A fair distance into the farm's property, there was a pile of burned bodies, more than likely those of the Umbrella soldiers. Claire had barely even pulled to a halt before the rear door was yanked open by K-Mart, grabbing Black Rock Shooter and kissing her passionately, right in front of everyone - including White Rock Shooter. "I saw that... that... thing grab you... I thought I'd never see you again..." K-Mart sobbed, until Black Rock Shooter took her wrists and held her in place, staring at K-Mart with her intense glowing blue cat eyes. "You should've seen what we did to the big bastard. totally worth it." Black Rock Shooter grinned, her fangs glinting in the evening sun as White Rock Shooter entered K-Mart's view for the first time. There was a long silence, K-Mart was staring at White's face, then back at Black's, trying to find a difference, other than their eyes and hair. "Y-you... have a twin s-sister?" K-Mart managed to string together a sentence, to which Ada patted Black Rock Shooter on the shoulder and whispered something in Japanese into her ear before walking away. "Yeah. Twins actually run in our family. Ada's my mom's twin sister... My aunt." Black Rock Shooter admitted. "K-Mart, this is White Rock Shooter. Sis, this is K-Mart." White had been watching the exchange in a timid silence, but upon being introduced by her sister, she snapped back to reality and smiled shyly towards K-Mart. "Yo." K-Mart held up her hand in greeting, but White ducked behind her more confident sister and peered around her shoulder. "Oh my god, she's even cuter than YOU were when you got your ears and your tail!" "Jeez, give her a break, K-Mart. She'd been controlled by Umbrella. Be thankful she's shy, not aggressive." Alice nudged K-Mart with her elbow. "Far as we can tell, you're scaring her. Lay off for a bit." "I'm not scary... right?" K-Mart asked Claire and Black Rock Shooter, who both said nothing. "Am I really that scary, Alice?!" "Could've fooled me." Alice smirked before taking her by the back of her collar and dragging her inside, winking over her shoulder at the terrified White. "I've got your back, just like I promised." "Sister..." White watched Alice dragging the protesting K-Mart back inside the farmhouse. "Why did she do that if you are partners with Alice?" "She has a huge crush on me... And I had sex with her last night, so when I was captured, she saw and her emotions got the better of her." Black explained, her thumbs hooked in her belt loops. "Claire's also my partner. Alice and I just have sex more often, even though Claire is still with us." "I do not understand the complexities of these relationships." White admitted, which made Black turn to face her with a sly smile pulling at her lips. "Do you have claws?" She asked out of no where. When White extended her own claws as proof, Black's smile widened. "Good. Follow me for a minute." Black lead White across the farm's yard and into the barn, which - unfortunately - had a hayloft full of hay, but no means of reaching it. No ladders, ropes or stairs at all. "Up here. Just sink your claws into the wood. I've got something to show you." Black easily started to climb the wooden columns, and mere moments later, she nimbly flipped over the edge and into the hay. White stared at her clawed fingers apprehensively. If her sister could do it, then she could too! With a nod of self encouragement, she imitated her sister and climbed up to the hayloft, where Black was waiting for her... "Come here, Sis. The hay is really soft over here." Black patted the space beside her, and White retracted her claws as she laid beside her awesome sister. "Why did you bring me up here, Sister?" White asked after several seconds, still a bit confused by Black's actions thus far. "Look, this may sound weird... or make you uncomfortable, even... but I want to have sex with you." Black turned her head towards her twin, her expression gentle. "And I wanted it to be special, just the two of us. No Alice, no Claire, no K-Mart... not even Aunt Ada. Just you and me." "I do not understand... Are you doing this for me? Or for another reason?" White remained where she was, still trying to formulate a response to her sister's request. "For you." Black rose to rest her weight on one elbow, her other hand gently touching her twin's forearm. "I saw the hayloft was away from everyone else, so I brought you up here, nobody needs to know. In fact, what K-Mart did was quite a surprise to begin with, let alone the fact she did it while everyone was watching her." "Would you think the same thing if Alice... or Claire did that the same way?" White asked, a tingle shooting up her arm at her sister's touch. "Alice does it all the time. She's just smart enough to do it when none of the others in the convoy are watching." Black replied, tracing her fingers up White's forearm to her bicep, then up to her shoulder. "As for Claire, she's more subtle. She'd never brazenly kiss me like that unless she KNEW I was comfortable with her doing that with an audience." "Then why did K-Mart..." White asked, her body shuddering as her sister's hand reached her shoulder. "She's immature. Too emotional to rationalize her actions. If anything else, she's a total tsundere turned sweetheart." "Tsun... dere?" White's innocence was adorable at times, THIS being one of them for Black. "It's a personality type." Black explained simply. "She tried to hide her crush on me by being rude, early on. Now she's more open about it." "What about Alice?" White asked, but Black suddenly shifted her weight again, cupping White's face with both hands, only a few inches apart. "Alice is Alice. But, you, Sis, are an adorable Deredere. So cute all the time, no matter what. And I like that." Black suddenly kissed her twin on the lips, very gently at first, but when White offered no resistance, Black pulled her in closer to her body, wrapping her arms around her waist as she lifted White onto her knees, matching her half-raised pose. White couldn't resist letting out a moan, which her sister instantly smiled in response. Black gently slid one of her hands up to her shoulder blades, the other tracing the line of her spine, down to her ass, until she hooked her hand behind White's knee, gently pulling her closer again. White had no idea where to put her hands on her sister, and the confusion registered in her tensed shoulders, making Black separate from her mouth for a moment to help her. "You can touch me, Sis." Black whispered gently, still holding White in her arms. "Do what you think feels right. Trust your instincts." White gave a meek nod, allowing Black to kiss her again, gently, like before. But this time, White gently slid her hands down to imitate Black's grip on the back of her knee, while the other went to Black's opposite hip. Being a clone of her sister - though ignorant to that fact - White actually knew every single spot that Black liked to be touched, on an instinctive level. Maybe even better than Alice! So, when White imitated her knee grip, Black smiled into their kiss, but when White's hand slid down to her hip, her breathing hitched for a fraction of a second, a pleasurable tingle rushing up the side of her torso. Damn, why do my scars have to be so sensitive? Black thought to herself. White hummed with pleasure as Black began to stroke her tail, her fingers unconsciously tightening against her sister's flesh. Likewise, she began to gently nibble Black's lower lip, as a counterattack to the tail. That made Black lean forward, slowly but surely forcing White down onto her back in the hay. "What are you doing... Sister?" White whispered as Black slowly removed White's duster with a teasing smile on her face. "It's in the way. Just relax. This is the good part." Black answered, reaching around to remove her bikini top as well. The moment that her top came loose, White's cheeks blazed with embarrassment, and her arm quickly covered her small breasts the moment her twin snatched the garment away from her body. Black hummed in amusement at her actions. "The picture of innocence, you are." Black teased her sister, her glowing eyes glinting with amusement as White concealed her modest figure. "Just leave it all to me, I promise, if it starts to hurt or feel uncomfortable, tell me to stop. And I will... Okay?" "Promise?" White spoke in such a low voice that it was almost inaudible if not for their enhanced feline hearing. "I promise. Whenever you're ready, okay?" Black kept her hands on her sister's hips, allowing White to make the final choice whether to proceed or not. White took a few slow breaths, readying herself for whatever Black was planning to do to her. Finally, with a nod, she leaned forward to continue kissing her sister. Black instantly fought off the urge to shred White's shorts and bury her face in her legs. She had to take this slow. So, now that White was gaining confidence in her actions, Black used one hand and her tail to keep White distracted while she removed her troublesome belt from her shorts with the other hand. White was to engrossed in her sister's kisses and lip biting to realize Black had succeeded in removing her belt and was now humming the zipper of her shorts down as slowly as she could. White's ears detected the sound of the zipper, and when she opened her eyes, staring at Black in a way that conveyed such love and trust, there was almost a visible wave of heat between them. "Once these come off... Only you can stop it. Last chance..." Black finished pulling the zipper down, but stopped. As she spoke, White's determined expression was enough to convey the message. "You promised, Sister. We have to start before we can stop." White's surprising logic made Black smirk as she slowly inched White's shorts down her legs, exposing her in her full glory. "Well, time for the fun to begin..." Black traced her tail under White's jaw as she lowered her head to tauntingly lick her tongue against White's labia, making her gasp sharply. "Nyaan~!" White's meow was sharp and high, but none the less, it bolstered Black's movements, holding her under the knees like previously, but spreading her legs apart with her hands while her face was buried in her dripping entrance. Black was keeping an ear on the exclamations as she licked and sucked on White's sensitive lower lips. If she missed a quiet 'stop' or 'no', then it wasn't going to end well. She had to be careful too, since White seemed innocent to the point of being... virginal. Mentally shaking herself, Black continued to pleasure her twin, disregarding the thought that - somehow - during the cloning process, White's body regrew an untouched hymen. But, not even a moment later, Black Rock Shooter's tongue touched the very thing she just doubted to exist. White had a fresh hymen after all! White was moaning nonstop, and here and there was the occasional meow as well. She was gripping a fistful of hay in each hand, her entire body shaking with utter pleasure until Black made a snap decision and lifted her head a few inches to speak, her hot breath teasing her highly sensitive pussy with each word. "What I'm about to do is going to hurt a bit, okay? Do you want me to stop, or keep going?" White's eyes flickered with the choice. She was already enjoying Black's minstrations, but the prospect of adding any sort of pain - even a little - made her hesitate before she gave a definite answer. "I trust you, Sister." White relaxed every single muscle she could, preparing for the prewarned pain. With that, Black steeled herself for the task of breaking White's hymen. The easiest way - and coincidentally, the way her own had been broken - was to switch from oral minstrations to fingering her. Another option was her tail, but that was... too kinky for White's first time. So, with a sigh that caused White to visibly shiver with pleasure, Black slowly inserted her index finger inside, stopping once her fingertip reached the sensitive flesh of the hymen. "Ready? Just tell me when to keep going." Black spoke gently, her inserted finger stone still as she waited for White to give the consent to proceed. White nodded, and clenched her eyes shut as Black tore the hymen with a single push, blood coating her finger instantaneously. She gritted her teeth, groaning once before panting slightly as Black waited for her to recover. When her breathing and racing heart returned to normal, White gave her a nod to signal her recovery and to proceed as planned. Black slowly withdrew her finger, then pushed it back in, taking her time as White's inner walls relaxed around her finger. White began moaning again, eventually groaning out. "More... please, Sister. More." Black gave a nod, inserting a second finger, continuing to slide her long fingers in and out of White's dripping entrance. Judging my her near full body tension, she was soon going to reach her breaking point. White's breathing was ragged, her body covered with sweat as her body was wracked by these strange pleasures, done by her sister. Suddenly, she felt Black's tail tracing its way up her hip, along her ribs, and across her modest chest, lightly brushing over a nipple and sending her over the edge. Her body instantly locked in place, her eyes glazed over as her inner walls clenched around her sister's fingers, gushing out her juices into the hay and down Black's wrist. When White's body went limp, Black withdrew her fingers completely, her face aglow with pride as she cuddled up to her twin sister. "Daisuki, Onee-chan." Black brushed White's hair aside with her finger, whispering to White as she began to nod off. "I love you, Sis." Later, well past sunset, Ada snuck out of the farmhouse and across the yard, carefully keeping an eye on a few patrolling guards as she entered the shadowy barn. The moment she entered, a male voice spoke from the darkness. "You've failed, Wong. I will not tolerate such failures." "Well, sorry your precious T-103 can't tell the difference between T-Virus Carriers. The big bastard took my niece instead of Project: Alice. So, forgive me for putting my family before my job." Ada stood with her back to the door, her arms crossed as she stared directly ahead. "Your niece?" The male voice sounded questioning, almost curious. "I take it she was bitten, thus confusing the T-103?" "She wasn't bitten. She's immune." Ada replied. "During her escape from the Vegas facility, we encountered a clone of her, and - to maintain my cover - I proposed to subdue the clone, rather than kill her. We did, and immediately after, my niece arrived, and we brought the unconscious clone with us to the surface, and named her before killing the T-103. My niece and her are so close in appearance that this whole group believes them to be twin siblings." "I see. Now, I want Project: Alice captured, no matter what the costs. Even if you have to kill your niece or the clone in the process, Project: Alice must be captured." The male voice was suddenly given a location in the darkness as a pair of red eyes momentarily glowed beneath the hayloft overhead. "So you want me to blow my cover, and kill my sister's daughter?" Ada frowned. "You don't understand love, do you Wesker?" "It is irrelevant." Wesker replied almost instantly. "You have your objective. Complete it." With that, Wesker's eyes vanished, leaving behind nothing by a ringing finality. Ada scowled viciously, already aware that she would hesitate when the moment finally came... She could never kill Black Rock Shooter. She was family, and not even the great international spy, Ada Wong, would raise a gun to her own flesh and blood. FIN
Chapter 17 - Chapter 17	A/N: This chapter is about Black Rock Shooter's escape from the lab. And though I've skimmed over it, her power from the T-Virus is NOT her signature blue flame eye. It's super speed. Which she uses, A LOT in this chapter. Enjoy! Black Rock Shooter's eyes opened slowly, her vision was blurred and she had a pounding headache as she stared at an unfamiliar ceiling above her. She appeared to be inside a building... no, a hospital. Where was she? When she tried to move, she realized her arms and legs were being restrained to whatever surface she was laying on. Hell, even her tail was being held down! Struggling against her bonds, Black Rock Shooter growled in frustration, unable to escape, even with her enhanced strength. Just as she stopped tugging and grunting in anger, the sound of a pneumatic door hissing open nearby caught her attention and she froze. "Giving up already?" An amused voice - male, sounded about middle aged - spoke up from somewhere above her head. "And here I thought you'd actually managed to escape the restraints." "Who the hell are you?!" Black Rock Shooter snarled, pulling at her arm restrains as hard as she could, still holding her down. "Where am I?!" "My name is Issacs. As for your location, I have been ordered not to say anything." The man replied, his tone somewhat weary, as if he'd been giving the same speech for a long time. "Well, Issacs... Care to explain to me WHY I am currently strapped down like this?!" "For research purposes. Can't have you wandering around while we do our work." Issacs replied, sounding like he was approaching her, his footsteps echoing slightly inside the small room. "What research?! What did you do to me?!" Black Rock Shooter snarled, but Issacs simply chuckled. "We've yet to begin our research, but it concerns your... feline aspects." Issacs replied, and by his tone alone, Black Rock Shooter could tell he was smiling. "Also, since you're not our intended... guest, it also concerns a certain... Alice Abernathe." Black Rock Shooter hid her reaction well, having been a bodyguard for many years for a criminal syndicate, it was almost natural for her to hide her emotions. "Why was I captured instead of her? Care to explain that one, Issacs?" Black Rock Shooter countered, making Issacs chuckle again as he entered her field of view. He was indeed a middle aged man, with thinning hair and a slightly wrinkled face. He wore a white lab coat over a dark grey collared shirt with a red tie, and he stood with his hands clasped behind his back. "Because the T-103 that was deployed to capture her cannot see like you or I." Issacs replied. "It only sees the Tyrant Virus - or lack there of - inside of a person's body. The Concussive Tagger was directly thrown at Alice, but it appears the T-103 mistook you for Alice. By any chance, do you currently carry the Tyrant Virus inside your body?" "So that's the real name, huh?" Black Rock Shooter smirked. "So that must mean you're with Umbrella! Alice told me quite a bit, Issacs. You want to find out about my mutations, don't you?!" "Well, I guess since you've met her, she's told you about us, yes? And as for your question, yes. That is a start." Issacs smiled. "But, we also want to find a cure, so that we can return to the surface once again." "Surface? We're underground?!" Black Rock Shooter suddenly stared at the ceiling, imagining the thousands of tonnes of bedrock above her head. "Yes, indeed we are." Issacs replied, calmly strolling towards the door he had initially entered from. "But that's no longer your concern. We're going to begin with your testing right now." With that, he left the room, the door sealing shut behind him as a cloud of pale blue gas suddenly started filling the room, coming from several vents lining the upper part of the walls. Gritting her fanged teeth in anger, Black Rock Shooter took a moment to collect herself before she pulled her right arm free of the restraints, the broken steel flying across the room and clashing against the wall. With a triumphant smirk, she used her freed arm to release her other hand, then her legs were freed in quick order, leaving her tail to just slide free, aided by her mobility rather than her strength. By now, the gas was filling the room, but she was not suffering any ill effects. If anything, it just had a faint sour scent... Wait... sour... "Hey, Issacs. I know you can hear me. This is the T-Virus, isn't it? Trying to figure out if I'm immune or not, huh?" Black Rock Shooter smirked as she got to her feet, quickly finding out that she was only wearing her bikini top, shorts (with no belt), her stockings and her boots. Her shoulder holster, the stolen pistol, and her duster were all gone. She also remembered dropping her katana back at the farm. "Yes, that is correct. Since you've admitted to carrying it, this was just to enhance the T-Cell numbers within your body. Consider it a formality, if nothing else." Issacs voice sounded through a speaker near the door. "It will clear in a moment." He added with a small sigh. "Gonna quit with the bullshit? You know I'll try to escape, don't you?" Black Rock Shooter spoke into the speaker, making Issacs chuckle yet again. "What makes you think we can't switch the T-Virus pumping into that cell with nerve gas? You may be immune to the Tyrant Virus, but even a T-103 will fall if it inhales enough nerve gas." Issacs taunted, just as the ventilation system started to inhale the T-Virus gas out of the room. "So, let's see how far you can make it before the gas gets to you. Here's a hint: The entrance to the surface is fifteen floors above you. Nearest staircase is fifty yards down the corridor, to the left when you exit your cell. Good luck." The moment the gas was cleared, the cell door slid open with a hiss, and Black Rock Shooter took off like a rocket, heading to the left as soon as she was free. She found the stairs, and charged up only three floors when her sensitive ears detected the hissing of gases being released around her. She immediately kicked down the nearest door, sprinting so fast she became a black blur as she escaped. Fight or flight was out of the question. She had to ESCAPE! Streaming past several scientists and guards as she went, Black Rock Shooter heard Issacs' voice sounding over the PA system. "If any personnel finds a black haired girl with feline ears and tail, leave her alone. She is conducting a B.O.W test. If she is found unconscious, however, please return her to Cell 56, as the test has failed. I repeat, leave the feline girl alone." Ignoring him, she found herself in a large and very open central area that greatly resembled an open courtyard between high rise buildings. So, without even thinking, she charged towards another staircase, climbing as fast as she could and keeping an ear out for the hiss of the nerve gases. The moment she heard the gases, she barreled into the nearest door, changing course as she got herself back up to top speed. The whole process went on for five floors, until she literally ran into trouble. Landing on her back, Black Rock Shooter opened one eye, barely able to see a giant gray skinned man staring at her with pure white eyes as it lowered it's arm from a sudden punch. Gases started to fill the corridor, so she scrambled to safety as the behemoth started to march down the hall after her. "Ah, looks like he remembers you. Better run, little kitty. That's a T-103 Tyrant chasing you now." Issacs' voice taunted her over the PA as she jumped down the last flight of stairs she had taken. Black Rock Shooter extended her claws instinctively, not quite sure where to go now that the course had been reversed. She looked left, then right, and the approaching sounds of the T-103's footsteps made her sprint to the right when she caught sight of a staircase sign far down the hall. The Tyrant, however, continued walking after her, like it was just waiting for her to stop running from exhaustion. It had a permanent frowning expression, but the eyes appeared to be expressionless. A stream of Japanese profanity spewed from Black Rock Shooter's mouth as she slid to a halt before the stairs, finding the door locked. She slammed her fist against the door, glancing back at her pursuer before running further down the hall as she detected more nerve gas being released in the corridor. "YOU BASTARD! YOU PUT HIM THERE TO STOP ME!" She screamed as she managed to return to the central plaza. "Actually, no. YOU ran into him. He was being deactivated, but was in transit to the labs. Your fault, not mine." Issacs replied, clearly enjoying Black Rock Shooter's torment in a sadistic manner. "You're still ten floors from your goal, kitty." Black Rock Shooter suddenly grinned. Only ten floors, huh? With a burst of speed, she charged straight at a nearby wall, extending her claws to full length as she jumped and latched onto the concrete surface, her claws holding her in place as the T-103 entered the plaza far behind her. Without hesitation, she started to climb the wall, just as the T-103 started to stride towards her, clenching his fists as he went. He had made it halfway when he started to pick up the pace, running after her as she ascended the concrete at an increased pace. As he thundered across the plaza, Black Rock Shooter manage to climb over five floors, and vaulted over a railing and ran to the left. A loud roar from below meant she had - temporarily, at least - escaped from the T-103. She caught her breath for a moment around a corner, then hurried on her way until she came across an armoury. With less than a minute before nerve gas was activated, Black Rock Shooter ducked inside and was met with a VERY welcome sight. She'd found all her missing stuff, including the stolen pistol from the soldier at the farm! Grabbing her duster, belt and shoulder holster, she sprinted away the instant she heard the hiss of the gas. She ran for about two minutes with her gear under her arm, then came to a halt, clasped on her belt and holster, then shrugged on her duster before taking off again, barely thirty seconds since she stopped. Another roar nearby meant the T-103 was still in pursuit. So she reached under her arm and drew the stolen pistol, then checked the magazine. 18 Rounds. "Are you fucking kidding me? There's no way I can get out of here with this many bullets!" Black Rock Shooter muttered to herself in Japanese, knowing that if she spoke English they'd understand what she was planning. "Smart move. But I personally confiscated your weapons. You won't be able to stop the T-103 with a single pistol! Five floors to go, little kitty." Issacs taunted her from a PA speaker nearby. Black Rock Shooter heard the distant sound of the T-103's heavy footfalls approaching, so she took off for the nearest staircase and went up two more floors before Issacs spoke up yet again. "Tell you what, I'll let you in on a little surprise. It's waiting for you one floor up, little kitty. I hope you'll like it!" "WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING, ASSHOLE?!" Black Rock Shooter screamed, which made her pursuing T-103 roar when it heard her voice. "FUCK!" She added in Japanese before ascending one more flight of stairs and kicking down the door...
Chapter 2 - Knock Knock, Ooze there?	You wake, still backwards in the sunchair the Minotaur had left you in. You moan and groan and unintentionally allow litres of still-warm Minotaur jizz to slide out of your butt, the chunky cum splatting on the stone patio. Once you're up on ypur feet, you have little trouble finding your bag and a bathroom to drain the leftover cum out of your guts, and after a nice shower, you feel ready to get moving, hiking steadily up into the mountains. Your hike towards the Harpies den in uneventful for the first few hours, you seeing nothing nut a few deer that bound away when they realize you've gone and noticed them. You decide to follow a quietly burbling stream for a while, and by the time the sun is starting to set, casting the woods in a beautiful orange hue, you find the creek leading you into a flower filled clearing, and a perfectly blue pond. You decide to set up your camp for the night here, quickly setting up your tent and sleeping bag, before deciding you'd quite like to go for a quick dip before crawling into bed. Stripping down quickly, you waste no time. The air and ground are warm in the summer evening, mosquitos seem to simply not be around, and the water's almost guaranteed to be perfect. You make a running leap from the shore, and as your foot leaves the outcropping of rock you leapt from, you realize there's no connection to the creek. The pond is about a hundred feet away, and doesn't look nearly as nice, not to mention the lack of ripples in the surface, and... You can see grass and flowers through the blue surface..? You realize you've just made a classic blunder as your bare bottom splashes into the giant slime's mass. Uh oh. The slime reacts as if it had been waiting for you to do such a silly thing, which it of course had been. Slimes aren't sentient, but they aren't stupid either. The blue goo quickly shifts, sucking you in before you can even cry out. You expect to feel the burning of digestive enzymes, but you're left floating, nothing but the gentle rippling of the slime as it resumed its more natural semi-globular form, you firmly stuck in the middle. Suddenly, it shifts again. You feel the cool wetness of the slime sliding around your skin, focusing around your mouth and nostrils, and you're almost surprised when a visible tube opens up from the surface all the way to your face, allowing you to gasp, taking a deep breath and beginning to relax. Obviously the slime only caught you to incubate its young, since it's not eating you. Your theory is very quickly corroborated as you feel a slimy squish, and you’re flipped upside down in the slime, but you don’t even realize it’s moving you around until you feel your feet and legs breach the surface. With another squish from the slime, your butt is pushed through the upper surface of the slime, but that’s where the movement stops, and thin slimy tendrils lash out, pulling your thrashing legs into an upside-down squatting position, your asshole now on full display to the sky. Looking behind you now, you see a thick slime tentacle extend away from the main body, two spheres forming a bit more than a foot from the tip. The end of the tentacle deepens in its blue colouration, and the slime finally resolves into a huge, deep blue and semi-transparent cock, with two massive balls swinging rather heftily. You’re glad you have a breathing tube, cause you’re able to scream in shock as you feel the 4 inch wide slime cock shove its full 14 inch length into your ass at once, tightened sphincters not an issue as it simply pours its cock into your colon, where it gently massages your hole open before hardening. Big blue slimy balls slap against your ass as it starts rutting your guts, its slimy secretions acting as an incredible lubricant and muscle relaxant. The slime holds you upside down, fucking you relentlessly for what seems like a good half hour. You even get really into the relaxed-muscle buttfucking, cumming several times as the machine-like piston fucking continues. Unfortunately for you, this isn’t the extent of slime breeding. You feel tension in the slime for several thrusts, until it slaps its balls against your ass again, but instead of pulling out, the huge cock in your tummy pushes deeper, bulging your tummy effortlessly as its tentacock slides into your transverse colon with liquid ease. Its balls are a problem, though. They’re still outside your ass, and with the sudden advance of almost a full foot, its ballsack is stretched taut around the grapefruit-sized orbs. It pushes deeper, and you gasp as you feel your anus stretch, the slime seemingly insisting that its balls belong in your tummy. It pushes again, and your bumhole gapes uncomfortably wide. With a ‘Shlurch’ very much felt and audible to you even through the slime, its two oversized balls are sucked through your asshole, the tentacle now happily cramming several feet of lighter blue tentacle into your poor bum as its tip finds your small intestine. After giving the sphincter a couple of probing taps, it pushes through, and its balls are pulled along with the shaft through your transverse and into your descending colon, stretching your belly in a distinctly obvious way, and finally the orbs slurp into your small intestines. Feeling like you just swallowed two bucket-sized jello shots from the wrong way, your belly dances as the slime lays pipe in your belly, and you feel like you’re going to throw up despite there being nothing in your digestive tract but the slimy tentacle and its huge nuts. You guess it’s gotta be at least ten feet into your ass when you feel the tentacle come to a shuddering halt. The appendage lurches strangely in your belly, making it pulse as the tentacle swirls inside of you. You feel two distinct pops, and all of a sudden the tentacle begins to pull put of your ass, your grippy butthole being pulled by foot after foot of cock that pulls wetly out of your insides, and you begin to feel almost painfully empty as the tip of its cock exits your small intestines, backtracking through your colon before it finally pulls out of your bum with a slurp as air now rushes into your colon, you anus and large intestine fully relaxed and unable to tighten or close thanks to the slime’s sedative ministrations. You realize it’s left its balls, or rather eggs, behind in your guts, where you can already feel them squirming. The squirming continues and grows in intensity until you can see them wiggling as your belly bulges, getting active enough that there popping your belly button out repeatedly. You cum at the internal stimulation, and as your guts clench, your feel something pop. A sudden surging feeling confirms what you suspected right away. One of the eggs has already hatched, and the slime is busy racing through your guts towards an exit, ANY exit! The newborn slime races through your guts until you feel it nearing your colon. With the same fluid grace as its parent, the slime squeezes into your large intestine, and you cum once again as it rounds the bend into your transverse colon, the lump in your belly steadily growing larger as the slime grows in mass, feeding on the planet’s energy as all slimes do. Your guts clenching holds the slime in place, and it continues to grow. Your orgasm renews as the slime grows, holding it in place even longer as your belly swells to now look as if you were pregnant with a human child, only you’re anally pregnant with a very-rapidly expanding slime, and now might not be the best time to cum your brains out. Despite your logical side screaming at you to chill the fuck out and push the slime out, you cum and cum and cum. Finally sensing that you might be in danger, the large slime slams its tentacle back into your ass, the slime somehow grabbing onto the newborn. It pulls, and your guts refuse to relinquish their prisoner. The slime shudders, and the tentacle in your behind surges in liquid mass. It splashes through your whole colon, swelling as it surrounds the new slime, stretching you until you can do nothing but gasp into your breathing tube. Now that your anus is the width of a basketball, it pulls its now gargantuan tentacle out of your bum, which clings to its slick surface like a drowning man to a raft. The new slime is still growing, and you feel it pressing agains your walls as it grows larger and larger, the slime finally dragging it to your anus. Your asshole stretches truly taut, and with a pop like a champagne bottle being opened, it’s finally sucked out of your asshole. The sheer mass of the thing stretches you wide enough that you could fit your own head up your ass if you were flexible enough, driving you to the final and most intense orgasm of your encounter with the slime. Your mind goes blank even as you see the newborn slime, its glittering red core being the unyielding mass that stretched you out so thoroughly. The slime seemingly loses interest in you, perhaps only interested in getting only one new slime out of you, and you realize it’s forgotten you have the second slime deep in your guts, still squirming within its soft-shelled egg. Too late, and you don’t speak slime. It unceremoniously spits you out, and you land in your feet much to your amazement, but the slime’s muscle relaxant has made you as loose and limp as a noodle. You faceplant, but it doesn’t hurt as your face meets the soft, flowery forest floor. You see the slime start moving away from you, holding its new companion atop its mass as if its newborn were a hat, and you watch it as it silently glides through the trees, leaving you alone, naked, wet, with a cavernously gaped and very thoroughly lubed bum that could very easily be taken advantage of by any monsters that just so happened to be wandering nearby. You almost consider yourself unfortunate, but the unbelievably horny side of you takes time to mentally scold the more logical parts of yourself as you feel vibrations of massive footfalls through the soil, something large and four legged coming towards you through the woods, audibly sniffing the smell of a slime-fucked cum-dump ready for the taking! As you are thoroughly unable to get up or even look behind you to see what variety of child/cum you might be mother/receptacle to next, you instead settle for wiggling your gaped bum as enticingly as your drugged body can manage. Oh well! you decide. You’re on this trip to get your guts hollowed out by a Harpy Queen, after all. No point in being upset about good practice! TO BE CONTINUED
Chapter 15 - Chapter 15	A/N: From here onward, there will be a bit (or a lot) more combat. Just a heads up to you horny little devils reading this, but I've got one last major sex scene in store for you all to enjoy! So, read on, and keep your hands on your keyboard! XD Also, this chapter is INTENTIONALLY shorter than normal. Don't freak out! Alice and Black Rock Shooter swaggered out of bed the next morning, stupid grins plastered to their faces as they got some food from the back of the M35 before anyone else woke up. They chatted back and forth idly until Alice suddenly asked. "So, how was your night with K-Mart?" "Put it this way..." Black Rock Shooter smiled in a sinister way that made Alice inwardly proud. "My tail has more uses than I thought... or that she expected." "Ooooh, do tell." Alice grinned, her interest piqued. "And another question regarding your tail. How long is it? It's hard to tell when you're moving it around so much." "I dunno, to be honest. Just be gentle, it IS my spine, after all." Black Rock Shooter turned slightly for Alice to grab her tail. Taking her tail in one hand and carefully holding it out as straight as possible, Alice examined the long black tail closely for several seconds before she released it and smiled at Black Rock Shooter. "I'd say about three, maybe three and a half feet long. Four being generous." Alice replied, plucking her levitating can of soup from the air beside her arm. "Most guys would kill to have a prick as long as that." "Is that even possible?" Black Rock Shooter raised an eyebrow. "Let alone is it even healthy?" "No. It was a joke, kiddo." Alice chuckled to herself for a moment, her gaze following a slightly disheveled Ada as she passed by, both herself and Black Rock Shooter detecting the sound of Ada's joint creaking and popping as she walked. She hid the obvious discomfort quite well, not even her expression gave away the fact she was in pain. "Sounds like someone slept well." Alice commented as Ada leaned inside the Hummer and retrieved her borrowed novel, returning inside the house without a word. "Serves her right." Black Rock Shooter frowned with annoyance. "But then again, I bet she'd like a three foot cock. Right up her ass!" She smirked before adding. "Might even dislodge the stick up there as well." "Why do you hate her so much?" Alice asked, completely catching Black Rock Shooter off guard. "At least with me, I have a reason: She tried to kill me because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. You on the other hand... don't." Black Rock Shooter's ears flattened against her head, and she averted her gaze, frowning. "Aside from repeated attempts on Mato's life... I hate her..." Black Rock Shooter spoke in a low voice, but faltered when Ada spoke up from behind them. "Because she's my niece." "Well that was out of left field!" Alice grumbled. "Why didn't you tell me?" "It's better to leave you out of family matters, instead of losing you in the complicated clusterfuck of details." Black Rock Shooter grumbled. "Alice, if I may..." Ada held up her hands in a gesture of peace. "Not now, Wong." Alice cut her off sharply, then turned back towards Black Rock Shooter. "Who's sister is she? Your dad? Or your mother?" "My mother. The two of them never got along, so SOMEBODY abandoned our family, and became an international SPY!" Black Rock Shooter glared lividly at Ada, who was expressionless. "You killed her, y'know that?" Black Rock Shooter took a step forward, her voice low and deadly. "All your bullshit finally got to her, and she killed herself." Another step, and she slowly gripped her katana's hilt. "You're the reason my mother died. That's not something that can ever be forgiven, Alice." "Enough!" Alice stepped between them and spread her arms. "I get it now, I really do. But this isn't the right way to settle this. You have to let your past go, we're in a different type of world now." "Move, Alice." Black Rock Shooter's ears flattened against her head again as she drew her katana with a hiss of steel scraping against steel. Alice remained silent, her jaw clenched and her eyes locked on her partner's livid face. "I said move, Alice. You don't need to do this." Black Rock Shooter's voice returned to her original flat and monotonous voice, masking all her emotions in a flat tone. "I'm following Claire's orders. She told me to stop you both from ever trying to hurt each other. So, yes, kiddo. I have to do this." Alice suddenly smirked. "I've seen you fight Wong, but you've never REALLY fought me." "Fine. I know you'll survive, at least." Black Rock Shooter raised her katana and took a stance that Alice easily recognized. She was going to stab right through her to get at Ada. With a snarl, Black Rock Shooter launched forward, much faster than even she expected, and her blade was aimed right for Alice's stomach, with Ada JUST within range behind her back, but before she could counter, Alice knocked her katana to the side with her arm, grabbing Black Rock Shooter by the throat with her other hand and lifting her into the air as the katana dropped to the ground. Blinding rage seethed within Black Rock Shooter, her vision filled with nothing but Ada's expressionless face as Alice held her by the throat. Quick as a flash, she snatched her katana from the ground with her tail, and launched it at Ada, but it bounced off an invisible barrier, obviously Alice's Telekinesis was surrounding Ada, as a safeguard. With that in mind, both her shurikens and her throwing knives were useless as well. Her only other weapons were her tanto, pistol and her claws. So, opting for at least some breathing room, Black Rock Shooter sank her claws into Alice's wrist, but they did little more than make her smirk. "Nice try. But I'm just like you." Alice tightened her grip, making Black Rock Shooter gasp for breath. "By the time you pull your claws out, the wounds have already begun to heal. Face it, kiddo: You can't win. Not against me." So, with that, all her projectiles and her pistol levitated away from her body, far out of reach of her hands and tail. But she still had a failsafe... Alice didn't know about her tanto. Black Rock Shooter knew that Alice was right: She had no chance against her, not like this... BUT, what she did have the advantage over Alice in was her agility and speed. So, with every fiber of her being into her speed, she reached into her sleeve, gripping her last weapon and drove it into Alice's forearm as hard as she could. Alice released her throat, but she continued to levitate in the exact same spot. It seemed that Alice had been using her Telekinesis on her as well. "Well, I'll be..." Ada suddenly spoke up as Alice wrenched the blade out of her arm, the wound beginning to seal itself within seconds. "You have your mother's tanto..." "Yeah! So what?! Katana was my father's! Got a problem with that too?!" Black Rock Shooter coughed a few times as Alice added the tanto to the floating weapons overhead without a single word, her face set in stone. "Fun fact, Kitten: I was the one that actually made that for her. It was a gift for her while she was pregnant with you. While we still got along, that is." Ada put her hands on her hips. "So think what you please about our relationship... But shortly after you were born, your mother was diagnosed with depression. It wasn't my fault alone she committed suicide."
Chapter 5 - Chapter 05	"You... you were... fucking with me... weren't you?" Black Rock Shooter huffed, still recovering from the assault to her body she had received. "I was, yes." Alice admitted, giving her another kiss on the neck. "I had my fun, so let's go get something to eat." "Gimme a minute... I can... barely move." Black Rock Shooter weakly waved her hand as Alice swung her legs and got out of the bed, beginning her search for her clothing, which they had together thrown all around the room. "By the way..." Alice spoke up as she pulled her tank top over her head and scanned the floor for her panties. "I saw K-Mart was limping earlier when she got up. Do you know anything about that, by any chance?" "No. She was fine last time I saw her. No injuries that I noticed." Black Rock Shooter weakly shook her head. "What, you think it was me that hurt her?" "Actually, yes. That thought did in fact cross my mind." Alice admitted as she slid her shorts back on and buckled up her belt. "Also since - from my knowledge, at least - you were the last person she was with." "I was on this bed when she left the house, then you came upstairs. I haven't left this bed for several hours, you know that... partly because you were on top of me for most of that time." Black Rock Shooter explained. "Besides, we might hate each other, but I would never hurt her intentionally. Partly because Claire would skin me alive, but also because I know if I started to hurt her... I probably wouldn't stop." "I see. Well, you'd better hurry up and get dressed. Me and Claire might enjoy seeing you naked, but not everyone has the same mindset. C'mon, let's go." Alice decided to end this charged conversation, pulling on her boots and then her duster as Black Rock Shooter tried to sit up but wound up falling onto her side weakly. Still collapsed against the bed, her voice slightly muffled, Black Rock Shooter calmly asked. "What the Hell did you do to me? I felt great when I woke up earlier, but now I can't feel my arms and legs... or my tits, for that matter." "Same thing I did to you last night: I fucked you silly. Just this time... a lot less tongue and a shit tonne of taunting you. You were dreaming about the three of us on a beach in Okinawa." "Well, I can barely move, so I hate to admit it... But I really need your help." Black Rock Shooter gave Alice a sincere look, her eyes sharp and steady. "Whatever you did, intentionally or otherwise, it did something to my body." Alice didn't like the idea that she had somehow paralyzed Black Rock Shooter, willingly or otherwise. And thus far, Black Rock Shooter had proven she was autonomous and confident, so helping her didn't seem like a burden for Alice. "Alright, I've got an idea to get you mobile again. Just relax, leave it all to me." Alice's eyes began to glow with blue light, and Black Rock Shooter breathed out a sigh. "Last time I did that is how we got ourselves into this exact situation, remember?" Black Rock Shooter reminded her as she slowly began to float above the bed and her clothes began to adorn her body from Alice's Telekinesis. "Oh hush." Alice smiled as she directed what little clothing Black Rock Shooter wore onto her body once more. Last to adorn her body was her duster, then her M1911a1 zoomed under her right arm and into the shoulder holster. "There. See? No problem." "Yes there is..." Black Rock Shooter replied. "My katana is over there, and the fact that even though I'm dressed... I still can't walk in this condition." "All part of the plan." Alice smirked as she grabbed the katana and spun on her heel, Black Rock Shooter floating across the room to join her. "Listen carefully: I'm gonna carry you on my back, so when I put you down, try to fall forward, since I can't see behind me." "Easier said than done when over half my body is immobilized." Black Rock Shooter scoffed, but knew that Alice's plan would work. Quite simple; carry her on her back into the Hummer, and she'd recover while they were on the road. "Ready." Black Rock Shooter prepared herself for a possible fall as Alice positioned herself one step lower on the stairs. "It's all you. Go ahead." Alice gave a nod, preparing herself to catch Black Rock Shooter as she levitated into a vertical pose, right behind Alice. "Now!" Black Rock Shooter called, putting as much of her weight forward as she possible could. Alice's sturdy back thumped against her chest, and - though still somewhat numbed - she felt Alice's arms hook under her knees and her hands instinctively wrapped around Alice's neck. "You good back there, kiddo?" Alice teased as Black Rock Shooter smiled weakly and suddenly her tongue darted out and she licked the side of Alice's neck. "Hey!" "Revenge." Black Rock Shooter whispered into Alice's ear. "I shall have it." Claire was quickly informed by Alice about Black Rock Shooter's weakened state, making it quite clear it wasn't due to illness or injury. To Alice, it seemed to be... weakness. Like her strength itself had been sapped from her body. To Claire, however, it seemed to be severe exhaustion. "...I mean, c'mon, Alice, you fucking ravaged the poor girl twice in the span of a single night. You had to have known it would have SOME effect on her, right?" "I did, yes... But nothing, nothing like this. I'd thought she'd be sore, maybe a little unsteady for an hour or two... But the thought of her barely even being conscious never crossed my mind!" Alice replied, glancing at the nearby Hummer, where Black Rock Shooter was seated in the back seat, alone - more than likely meditating or sleeping, either being equally possible. "Let her rest. You keep your hands to yourself, okay? I don't want to see you doing the same thing - unintentional or otherwise - to any of the other ladies... or me." Claire held up her hand when Alice opened her mouth to argue. "Until we figure out that theory of yours, no more sex. End of argument. I'll see you in the Hummer when we get back on the road, okay? I'm sorry... it had to come to such... negative results." Alice let out a slow breath, then nodded her head. She had to figure it out, until then, why create another half-dead girl? "There... might be a possible cause." She whispered, trying not to be overheard by a few of the other survivors that were walking around the pair, going about their morning routines. "Like what?" Claire's eyes narrowed, had Alice determined the source that fast? "For my sake... Trust me... no, believe me; I'm not dangerous. I'll tell all three of you in the Hummer... I promise." Alice had tears welling up in her eyes as she spun on her heel and strode away, leaving Claire confused and a bit scared. 'What did she mean by dangerous?' Claire thought to herself, not really wanting to consider the possibilities of her statement. 'And why... Why was she crying?' Black Rock Shooter was sitting in the back of the Hummer, her eyes closed. To any observers through the reinforced window, she was asleep... but she wasn't. Her mind was racing, solely in a non strenuous attempt to remain conscious. Her body was barely able to support itself, and she'd actually fallen over twice already. Both times, it took her nearly ten minutes to drag herself into a sitting position again. What had Alice done to her? Was it her Telekinesis? Or was it something else? Someone entered the Hummer, pulling their door closed with a sigh. Sounded like K-Mart... Great. "You awake?" Yup. K-Mart. "Barely. Why do you ask, Baka?" Black Rock Shooter replied, an edge of annoyance in her voice. "I was told to keep you company. Claire said Alice has something to tell all of us, so she wanted me to wait in here with you until we get back on the road." K-Mart explained, catching the tone, but chalking it up to her condition. "How do you feel?" "Like shit." Black Rock Shooter replied bitterly. "I can't even sit in the Hummer without falling over, so I'm of no use against the zombies, if we're attacked." K-Mart knew exactly what it was like to be useless in a fight. When she'd returned from helping Black Rock Shooter clear the farmhouse, Claire snatched the gun back and - begrudgingly - allowed her to keep the small flashlight for herself. "M-maybe when you're feeling better... c-could you teach me h-how to f-fight?" K-Mart stammered, her cheeks turning pink. "You've got to be joking." Black Rock Shooter cracked open one eye and regarded K-Mart shrewdly. "You, of all people, are asking me to teach you how to fight." "I'm not joking! I'm sick and tired of being a useless twat, I want to learn how to fight! Teach me, when you can... I mean." K-Mart stared defiantly at Black Rock Shooter. "Which do you want to learn? Karate... Kendo... or how to shoot?" Black Rock Shooter sighed. "Just remember, if others see me teaching you, they'll want to learn as well. Working with you will be hard enough, I don't need to be harassed any more than necessary." K-Mart bit her lip. She'd forgotten that Black Rock Shooter knew multiple forms of fighting... but she also had no idea what kendo was. "What's kendo?" K-Mart asked, weighing her options. "Katana. I will admit, it's the easiest of the three to teach you, and you can practice with a common stick." Black Rock Shooter's gaze lingered on K-Mart's face for a second before she added. "But... if by the time I start teaching you kendo that you scavenge or receive your own katana... I can REALLY teach you kendo. There's only so much I can teach you with a stick." "Speaking of which... I still have your knife. Here." K-Mart pulled Black Rock Shooter's folding knife out of her pocket and held it out to her, but she smirked as she closed her eyes again. "Keep it. You need it more than I ever do. Besides, how many do you think I have?" "Alice pulled this one on us already; SHE has five. You have more... or less?" K-Mart gave her new weapon a long stare as she spoke, feeling the weight of responsibility already creeping up onto her shoulders. "More." "How many do you have?" K-Mart asked, bracing herself for a high number. "Katana, obviously is blade one." Black Rock Shooter tapped her finger against the sheathed blade at her side. "That one you have was number two... But I also have ten throwing knives, twenty four shurikens, and a tanto." "Where the hell do you keep all of those?!" K-Mart gawked, her eyes scanning Black Rock Shooter's... amazing... body for any signs of the listed weapons. "The throwing knives are individually sheathed on the back of my belt, the shurikens are hidden in the pouches, and my tanto is hidden in my left sleeve." "Can I see it?" K-Mart suddenly asked, her eyes locked on Black Rock Shooter's left arm. "The tanto, I mean." "I can barely move, so you're gonna have to grab it yourself. C'mere." Black Rock Shooter regarded K-Mart with one eye again. "I don't bite, so you don't have to be scared." It was true. K-Mart was visibly hesitating, but not out of fear like Black Rock Shooter thought. It was the mere fact she would be in close proximity to Black Rock Shooter, and one wrong move could spell disaster; both for Black Rock Shooter's weakened state and for K-Mart's nerves. She liked this girl, and was steeling herself for the task at hand. "Left sleeve, top or bottom of your wrist?" K-Mart slowly crawled between the gap of the front seats, pointedly placing her hand on the outside of Black Rock Shooter's thigh as she reached for her exposed hand. "Bottom." K-Mart took Black Rock Shooter's limp wrist in her hand, rolling up the sleeve to reveal a knife strapped to her forearm. "Can I..." K-Mart asked, receiving a nod from Black Rock Shooter. She curled her fingers around the ergonomic grip of the weapon, and pulled it out. Similarly designed to her katana, Black Rock Shooter's tanto was solid black, and the angular tip of the blade was clearly designed to stab things, rather than to slash. "Claire's coming." Black Rock Shooter announced suddenly, causing K-Mart to jump in slight panic, putting the tanto down on Black Rock Shooter's leg - gently - and returning to the front seat, her cheeks ever so slightly blushing. Moments later, Claire's red hair passed the windshield, then she opened the driver side door. She climbed inside and inserted the key into the ignition, but didn't turn the engine over... yet. She glanced into the rear view mirror and said. "How're you feeling?" "Like shit." Black Rock Shooter replied, which made Claire chuckled in reply. "That bad, huh?" Claire leaned back in her seat, staring at K-Mart for a second before adding. "Were you two fighting before I got here?" "No, we weren't." K-Mart replied honestly, but Claire didn't believe her. "Then what's with the knife?" Claire asked, her gaze locked onto the tanto in Black Rock Shooter's lap. "You didn't threaten..." "Claire." Black Rock Shooter opened one eye again, staring at Claire as she was cut off. "I can't even lift my arms. What makes you think I have the strength, or even the speed to threaten her with my tanto?" "So it's yours then?" Claire stared at the tanto as if it had threatened her family. Black Rock Shooter nodded very slowly in reply. "Where'd you hide it?" "Sleeve. She was asking about my weapons, so I showed them to her. Simple as that." Black Rock Shooter sighed. "I also have Alice's old pistol, under my right arm... But good luck getting it out. Can't move very much." "She gave you her gun? Why?" K-Mart asked, just as Alice pulled open the rear door and climbed inside. "Because I was replacing it with a better one. I decided to give her mine as a gift. Is there a problem with that?" Alice asked as she buckled her seatbelt, and with a nod from Black Rock Shooter, did up hers as well. "No, just wondering why." K-Mart answered, turning forward and curling her legs up onto the edge of the seat. "So... what's up? Apparently you have something to tell us?" "Yes. But, before I start... Don't overreact, just... let me explain. Alright?" Alice pleaded as Claire started the engine and began to drive away from the farmhouse. "Alright, I'm all ears, Alice. What about you two?" Claire nodded, then glanced at K-Mrt and Black Rock Shooter. "I'll listen, don't worry, Alice." K-Mart nodded, turning to face Alice through the gap in the seats. "It's bad news... isn't it, Alice?" Black Rock Shooter asked after a few seconds of silence. None of them were prepared for Alice's response to Black Rock Shooter's blunt question, and Claire ALMOST slammed on the brakes when she heard Alice, quite plainly state... "I have the T-Virus."
Chapter 4 - 5	After a long walk, I was finally back home and ready to crash. Even though I came so much back there, well, more than I usually can, I felt like if I really unleashed my true load in her, I would have broken her permanently, which of course, I wouldn’t mind happening. But, since that was jerry’s babe, I didn’t want to interfere, although, if Emma wanted a true gut pounding, I would be more than happy to hammer one into her. Twisting open the door slowly, I peeked a head inside to see if the coast was clear. My massive gut slaughtering beast was still on lock down until tomorrow, so if mom spots all this cum on me, especially on my big wet cock, I’ll be screwed. Despite the cum-tsunami I unleashed, my monstrous insatiable member was hungry for more, so much fucking more. It was actually scary to the point where it turned me on, but the fact that on my walk back, my engorged nuts completely refilled my reservoir, if not added bathtubs more. Anyways, the coast was clear so I slipped inside with my monster beast and heavy nuts dragging behind me. Sticking to the shadows, I zoomed my way up the stairs. I was expecting, at this time, for everyone to be asleep, but there just had to be one brother to be awake. Reaching the top of the stairs, I made way for the bathroom to take a hot shower. But that’s when I noticed the lights were on and whichever brother was inside, he was pretty much done. I quickly turned around; however, I was too late. Click, Jerry came walking out of the bathroom. “Stacie why the heck are you drenched, wait… no, don’t tell me that’s cum” Jerry said, pointing to my big heavy cock. “What the hell were you doin-“ “I WAS Just… uhhh listen if you tell mom I ‘masturbated’ ill fucking make sure your asshole can never shrink smaller than your thigh.” I said trying to hold in a laugh, Jerry was butt ass naked and his little cock was two inches, no wonder why Emma desired me. I slipped into the bathroom without any other questions. Smiling to myself, I looked down at my heavily engorged womb pounder. Even though it was only semi erect, it was a scary nineteen inches in length, something that will steal any whore from even the deepest relationship. I reached out to my base and stroked my biggest vein, my hands from just that was already full. My massive cock instantly came to life as gallons of blood came gushing through all my veins. Inch after inch came growing out as I reached my twenty seven inches of gut slaughtering power. All of this, all of it, was down Emma’s throat just a while ago. My engorged horny balls pulsed over and over again, adding bathtubs over bathtubs over bathtubs of molten thick spunk into my reservoir. I smiled knowing that Emma would come crawling back to me to have more. “Fuckkk” I moaned, as I clenched my fist, “Not… in the house…” as I blasted the ice cold water in the shower. After nearly forty minutes over my monolithic horny cock pulsing in agony, I was finally free just enough to go to sleep. Snuggling under the bed, I reached down into my pants and dug up my fat weighty balls and felt just how dense they were in cum. Thousands upon thousands of gallons of cum were being created in a matter of seconds at this point. I gave a sigh at just how much I’ve grown so far as I fell under sleep. “Stacie your gonna be late for the bu- oh my… quite the beast that you’ve grown.” Mom said, standing outside the door. I yawned as I poked an eye open and looked down. Suddenly surprised I lifted my head off my pillow and took a good look between my legs. The humongous monolithic crooked demonly sized cock was snaked over my entire bed. Veins, now the size of my wrist were snaking all over my monstrously thick shaft. My massive head, with humongous flaps flaring on all over, was pouring out pre cum during my sleep. All over my room, pre cum reached all the way up to my bed. My fat engorged balls spilling all over my bed. “Oh my god…” I said, at my new growth, “Uh… sorry about the mess mom, I’ll get ready.” I jumped out of my bed and splashed down on my pre cum and sloshed out of the room. Waiting for the bus, I couldn’t think about anything other than my new massive growth. I was in such a rush, I couldn’t measure myself. But judging by that pre in my room, I knew that my reservoir was definitely bigger than last time I made a big morning wood mess. Just then the bus came trotting down the road. “Yeah, and that’s why you never want to eat those at night cause they’ll f-“ Madi said, lost in her own world. “Oh shit look” I interrupted as I pointed to the school. There at the campus, people were setting up for the competition. Up until I saw them setting things up, I completely forgot about the competition completely. “The competition’s tomorrow isn’t it?” Madi looked over the window and had that ‘oh fuck’ look on her face. “Woah… Stacie I really hope you really grew down there because I haven’t done much myself.” Madi said, digging deep in my bulge. “Hnggg” I groaned as Madi was sizing up my balls. That alone probably dumped three bathtubs of cum into my reservoir. “L-lets get o-out” I moaned as I pried my heavy engorged sack from her massaging hands. Madi snickered, “You grew down there didn’t you?” she said, as we walked off the bus. I blushed as I readjusted my big healthy bulge. Although I was only semi erect, my head bulged past my knee, getting me wondering just how big I’ve grown since a few days ago. Looking down, I thought to myself, ‘well these pants are almost about done…’ “Alright class, settle down. I know that the school has a few adjustments for the competition, but we still need to finish chapter seven before the quiz next week.” The teacher said, scrolling through PowerPoints. We were obviously, by the looks of things, finishing off the chapter with royal flares, boring. Nearly ten minutes into class, I was feeling something down my pants. This was far too early to be getting a horny breakout. ‘uh-oh’, I told myself. I shifted in my, now I-feel-how-uncomfortable-this chair-is, trying to get my massive balls some breathing room. With every pulse of my now, softball sized nuts, I could just feel a relentless molten lava thick load of cum flood my already overfilled sack. I clenched my teeth, trying to stop myself from picking away at my growing bulge. My nuts really needed to be like, fully emptied. The past few loads were just enough to keep myself sane but now this was a real problem. I looked at the time, only five minutes went by as I was a panting monster wielding gut pounder in some serious need. The teacher, which was like a four out of ten to me was good enough to fuck. My mind started to wander to some deadly business, making massive amounts of blood surge into my cock. From four inches, my cock grew and thickened intently. I had no idea how big I was since last time, but I could feel that my shaft has a long way to go until its fully awake. Luckily I was in the very last row as I scooted around in my chair, trying to get my beast from ripping out of my yoga pants. If there was any indication from popping a semi when I was with Madi, then yeah, I fucking grew. Inch after inch of beastly, untamed, gut pounding meat came surging down the right side of my yoga pants. This was getting really bad; my shaft was practically thicker than my own thigh at this point in growth. I looked side to side to see if anyone noticed my humongous growth in between my legs. I couldn’t leave to go to the “bathroom” at this point, otherwise the teacher would obviously I was lying. I readjusted my posture to be in a slouching position, my massive crooked cock looming forward, straining the material of my yoga pants nearly to the point of no return. My head surged forward as I tried to cut blood from my hungry shaft, growing past my knee. The scene just looked absolutely unreal, just how thick my cock was and how it could completely eclipse my entire thigh. Finally after gallons of blood pouring into my beastly gut fucker, it was fully awake. Down the right side of my yoga pants, my gigantic trunk was taunting the girth of nearly six and a half inches, veins all around making it nearly seven. A humongous vein the size of my wrist was so big full of blood, even through my yoga’s, you could see its whole form. My aching balls have been relentless in agony, each pulse, I could feel a tremendous backlog flooding my reservoir over and over and over again. Each fat nut was slightly bigger than softballs. I couldn’t even believe my yoga pants haven’t even broken yet. If it wasn’t for my crooked beastly cock, the head would have reached past halfway my shin, but the tremendously powerful shaft snaked its way down and arching over my leg, my head reaching the middle of my shin. I looked to and fro, people still not noticing my humongous beast in full womb slaughtering hunger, well, either that or they took a glimpse of it and darted away, frightened. Looking back up to the clock, I saw that we had nearly twenty minutes left, everything seeming vague, the teachers voice was long gone, the only thing I could think of was ripping open pussy and devastating a woman’s insides. Pre cum was starting to ooze out of my engorged head and spill into my yoga pants. In just the first small little spurt, nearly a gallon of pre cum came pouring out, it being so thick that the entire load was contained in my pants, as if it was a condom, filling up my leg. Now I was panicking. As my yoga pants started to swell up, I knew this wouldn’t end well. Desperate, I started thinking about nuns and everything I could get my mind off raw sex. As more pre cum oozed out of my cock, there was just too much for my pants to hold, making it spill out of the end, creating a puddle of thick chowder. By now, the entire room was practically smelling like horny, dirty sex, each pulse from my fat shaft sent wave after wave of intoxicating raw sexual power. Nearly five more minutes of class left and I was panting in heat. The girls next to me started to cringe their noses at such a raw scent filled their lungs. I started blushing as I noticed my cock heaving such a thick horny smell. luckily no one noticed for the entire class period as I finally heard the first word from the teacher in years, “Alright class I think this covers enough for today. Make sure to reach chapters eleven for next class.” Everyone got up and started packing their stuff as they heard the door open and me stumbling out, my backpack in between my legs. Waddling my way to the chilling area, pre cum was trailing all the way from my seat in class all the way down the hall. I was clenching my teeth as each pulse from my engorged aching nuts sent a ripple through my whole body. Turning the corner, I made my way into the room and seeing no one was in there yet, perfect. I hurried to a locked and humbled my clothes off, desperate to get my whole monster loose. As I took off my yoga pants, pre cum came pouring out of the top in the gallons, my whole fat heavy nut sack submerged in thick horny goo. Finally, my pants coming off, my massive angry cock came looming up to its dominating position, pre cum dripping off my entire shaft head to base. All this pre cum on my cock made it look like I just got done destroying an entire city of whores. “Ughhh I need to let some massive boulders loose right fucking now.” I said, as nearly a bathtub of cum came flooding out in agreement. I sloshed past the mess, my eyes focused on demolishing everything. Walking up to a brand new wall pussy, I dragged my humongous, crooked cock all over the wall, smearing all the pre cum, marking this one as my own. Angling my fat ultra-flared head at the pussy, I smacked my lips as I plunged my entire length deeeeep into the very base of the pussy. It was so fucking tight that I had to give a few massive thrusts to break and crack it open to fit my gigantic size. After a few more plunges, I was balls deep, my head fucking lost in this abyssal hole. Slowly pulling out my monstrous shaft, nearly five bath tubs of pre cum came gushing out and slashed all over my balls as my entire lower half was completely submerged. I started to give it a real gut pounding as I rammed back in and out, my entire length of twenty nine inches fucking wrecking the entire wall. My eyes rolled back into my head as I got lost in countless pounding. Bathtubs after bathtubs of just pre cum poured into the cum tanks. It was nearly five minutes of serious gut slaughtering thrusts as I felt my massive orgasm coming. Giving a few more mighty thrusts, I felt the floodgates unleash a massive tsunami as the first load came rushing out of my humongous shaft, all my veins bulging out. Thousands after thousands of gallons came pouring out from just the first load. From just my pre cum alone, I nearly filled the cum tanks to half full, my first load nearly quadrupled that as bathtubs of cum started flooding out of not only my wall pussy but others as well. My second load poured out relentlessly as it was just as strong as the first, if not stronger. From just my second load, every single wall pussy was gushing nearly a bathtub worth of cum at a time. Before my second load was even finished, my third came nearly doubling the first two combined, creating a massive whirlpool of cum in the tanks. Thousands and thousands and thousands of gallons of cum surged out of my cock, my fingers digging into the wall, trying not to lose control. Just after my third load came out, the fourth came out like a force of mass destruction, the tanks not able to hold the pressure of my molten thick spunk. As the fourth started coming, the entire wall gave way and broke as thousands upon untold thousands of gallons of cum came crashing down flooding the entire room up to my waist. I wasn’t even halfway done with my load as I kept pouring my cum out in the ten thousands my fifth and sixth and seventh and eighth load absolutely laid waste to an entire wall of the chilling area, allowing my cum to flood out of the school. My balls clenched tightly as I felt a tremendous presence deep within the depth of my cum factories. I felt “the one” surging with power like no other as I hilted my cock to the point I broke the pussy completely as the load came surging out. Nearly all of my previous loads was violently swept away to make room for this ultra-dense load that nearly tripled my whole load so far. I pulled my head back and gave a silent roar as my eyes rolled back into my head, thousands of bathtubs of heavy thick cum flooded everything, the hallways, rooms, nothing was safe from my load that kept gushing out without an end. More cum, more destruction was all I could think about as thousands upon thousands of cum came rushing out. After nearly five minutes of unleashing, I felt my load start to die out as I pulled out of the now entirely broken pussy, let alone the entire chilling area. My humongous rocks were finally lifted off my balls. Nearly three hundred fifty thousand gallons of cum was splattered everywhere, cum rising up to sixteen feet all around me. It was so thick that it just stayed there. I looked down in pure bliss, just to see in shock that my cock was still semi erect. “No fucking way…” I moaned as I pulled on my big heavy balls. After a fucking load like this I shouldn’t be anywhere close to unload again. Was this because of my growth? I could almost rival my for futa fathers. My puberty wasn’t even close to being done, what would I be able to unleash when I was fully grown? I splashed my way out of the cum ocean I unleashed, finally able to head to the next class. Somehow the locker area, or at least my locker, was still untouched. I hastily put my clothes on, thankful that there wasn’t actually anyone here to see my massive unleashing tsunami. “We have no Idea how in the world the amount of cu- Ahem, you know what I’m talking about, was even possible, but as of today, the chilling area will be under reconstruction, for who knows how long, to withstand the unthinkable amount of sperm that was witnessed here today.” The teacher said, giving everyone a deep look, as if trying to find out just how in the world someone was able to make that much in one load. I shrunk down in my chair to hide myself. To be honest, I felt like I could cum a lot more. But thankfully, for rest of my classes, that load was enough to sate my balls enough not to get angry. “Hey Stacie there you are!” I turned to look at who was calling me out, Madi came scurrying down the hall as I was walking to the buses. “Hey Madi” I said, as she finally caught up to me. “I had no idea you grew that much down in the factory department!” Madi said snickering. She reached down and tugged on one of my egg sized nuts. When my balls started growing as well, it expanded when I got a hard on and shrunk when I was flaccid, allowing me to still tuck them away. “Fuckk stop!” I said, nearly crumbling down in sudden pleasure. “I don’t want to unleash that again, at least not at school yards.” “ah-ha” Madi replied, ‘stroking her beard’. “So your saying that you actually want to gut fuck some shit up again huh? Say no more, let’s go hehe.” Madi grabbed my hand and tugged me towards the bus. “Oh and you’re getting window seat, as per usual.” After fifteen minutes of pure daily dread, we were once again off the bus. “Hey lets head to my house! I gotta show you my new set up, top notch.” Madi said, skipping away. Of course, there I was doing the stretch of the century. “Hold on a second, you know that window seat hurts?” I replied, finally catching up to her. Sitting in that cramped up bus was honestly the hardest part of my day. My fat heavy nuts ached and pulsed to the point they could blow up with oceans of cum any moment. “Luckily my parents aren’t here for the next few days, as per usual” Madi said as she opened her door and tossed her backpack to the sofa. There I was, a few steps behind, trying to get my massive nuts and growing cock situated. “Ughh, lets hurry to see that machine of yours.” I said, massaging my aching nuts. Even though I unleashed a fucking monster nut back at school, I felt my gigantic nuts replenishing my reservoir for an even bigger tsunami. “Right this way my queen.” Madi snickered, swaying her hips through the hallway. I had to bite my lip to hold myself right there. “Getting hard yet? Wait no further; this machine will milk your fucking soul out.” Madi stopped at a door that looked completely normal and then opened it up. I took a few steps forward and took a peek inside. “Holy shit this place it huge, how is your house the same size from the outside!?” I exclaimed. The entire inside was tatted up with tiles from head to toe, except for the floor. The floor seemed to have a very thick glass and down in the bottom of the glass was a deep pit, probably the cum tank. The ‘pussy’ was like a woman’s ass hanging out of a wall, legs and all. Security drainage vents were lined all along the walls just in case for a ‘big one’. “Hehe, yeah this place rocks, I haven’t even got a chance to use it yet.” Madi said, stripping her clothes off. “Don’t worry; this bad boy here can take up to four hundred thousand gallons of thick dense spunk. The drainage systems? Oh boy, another four hundred thousand gallons loaded up.” Madi smiled at me, knowing that this would definitely be enough. ‘I wouldn’t rule out the possibility though’ I thought to myself as Madi sprung up to me. “Hey what are you-?” I stammered as Madi started tugging my yoga pants down. “You don’t need these silly.” Madi said, licking her lips. “Now let’s see just how big your gut fucker has grown.” Grabbing the sides of my yoga pants, she started tugging down my legs. My engorged nuts and growing shaft was proving to be a humongous bulge that looked like a giant snake was lodged in between my legs. Even at just semi erect, my head was pushing up to my knee. “Oh baby, we have a big one here.” Madi said right when my base started to show. I blushed, allowing Madi to continue pulling my stretched pants down my monstrous cock. Veins started bulging angrily at its awakening. My massive shaft was looking like a train coming out of a cave the way it was growing out of my body. Reaching full awakening, my gigantic gut slammer started to grow off to the side, the middle of my shaft so over grown that it was nearly eight inches in girth. Madi’s cock started getting stiff at the sheer destructive power my cock was presenting. “Fuckk Madi, im so hungry just show me the goods.” I moaned as Madi finally got the yoga pants off my blaring engorged head, my massive gut slaughter, emerging from its confinement, looming up to it’s rightful, dominating position. “Oh my fucking god, this thing is fucking bigger and scarier than last time.” Madi said as a glob of pre cum splashed from her already erect girl meat. It seemed that Madi also had a little growth of her own she was almost twenty three inches long. Madi knelt down and grabbed the base of my humongous beast with both hands, her fingers far from touching and hefted the big and engorged monster above her head and dropped it down past her back. My big crooked cock was a few inches short of slamming down on her ass from above her head. A massive over flooded bathtub of cum came splattering down all over ass. “Holy shit, that’s fucking crazy.” I moaned as I lifted my big heavy monster and dropped it down on her again, this time with such force that Madi came splashing down on the nearly three feet thick of pre cum. I was literally a hair length close to just dropping down and fucking her brains out, but thankfully I held back. “ohh sorry! Let’s go and check out that wall pussy you got.” I said. “Ughhh, yeah hehe, as I said before, this machine, top notch, you’ll like it a lot.” Madi said, hefting herself off the ground, my pre cum clinger to her body like yogurt as she walked off to the pussy. “Here it is, the XXXL-35th Wallclinger series!” Madi said, as she gripped an ass cheek hanging out. “Make sure you don’t hold back on this bad boy here. There’s more than enough power in these thanks to unleash some monstrous rocks off into.” “Good, I feel such an over flood of cum deep in my nuts right now.” I said, dragging my humongous shaft all over the ass. My veins pulsed and ached in agony for release, let alone my balls being the insatiable spunk producers that they were. As I grabbed both ass cheeks, I lifted my gut slaughter up to its prey and pushed forward, my massive flared head prying open the pussy to no return. “g-god this is fucking tight.” I stammered as I was plunging down the depths of this wall. “i-I know right.” Maid moaned, she herself was also working up a storm, the pussy designed to take her exact cock. “I can barely fit-“ I moaned, my giant head filling nearly filling a third of the space. My cock was a frighteningly bigger scale than Madi’s, actually you couldn’t even compare hers to mine, my wrist thick vein nearly the actual size of her cock, it was impossible. ‘fuck it’, I finally thought, I was just gonna break this. Pushing forward, my head was finally inside, leaving the easiest part of my cock in. My eight inch thick crooked shaft was nearly three times as thick as Madi’s. I kept ramming and ramming and ramming until finally I heard a giant cracking sound in the wall. Now finally, I was able to push deeper, still unbelievably tight, but it would work. If this was a human, you wouldn’t be able to walk for nearly a month after getting fucked by me. Finally the biggest, fattest part of my shaft broke and crushed its way into the pussy. Pre cum was long flowing, the glass below us made it visible the cum loads splashing down to the bottom. Pushing my big wet cock the rest of the way in, neglected base finally had a taste of meat as I slammed all the way in, my balls slamming against the wall. ‘fuckkkk this soo good’, I thought to myself, my head leaning back and letting my hips do all the work. Every time I pulled out, the massive flaps on my head nearly yanked the entire pussy off the wall every time. Sometimes I wished my cock would just be a normal size, but fucking slaughtering pussy up like this reminds me that I should be thankful that I’m this big and still growing. Nearly five minutes have gone by in silent, sloppy, pre cum splashing gut until my faster and more furious plunges gave sign of my approaching tsunami. “Fuckk, your stamina is better than I thought.” Madi moaned between words, her pace also increasing to a blur. I just kept pulling my giant beast in and out in silence, letting my wet engorged cock do all the talking. I felt whenever I was actually fucking or beating my dick off, my balls actually increase their cum production by a fuck ton. Panting, I gave a few last quick pumps and shoved my monstrous dick so far down that hungry pussy as I unleashed a gush ton of cum. Massive bathtubs of cum sloshed through the tank and splashed down at the bottom with thousands of gallons of my pre cum. I bit my lip and rolled my eyes back as load after load came flooding out my hungry beast. Thousands upon thousands upon thousands of thick spunk gushed everywhere, bathtubs flooding back out of the pussy as I unleashed my third load which was doubled the amount of the first two combined. Next to me, Madi cried as she unloaded her load as well. My fourth and fifth and sixth load came out bigger and bigger than the last, each load getting more and more viscous, far from the reality of thick. Madi’s cry and my sloshing, over flooding spunk was the only thing that was hearable for minutes on end. Down in the tank below us, our loads sloshed together, my spunk was literally thicker than wet cement, but the amount that was flooding out of my cock, it made it look as if it was an ocean with tidal waves. Madi’s cum load was actually swallowed up by the sheer amount of cum that each of my loads were producing, let alone that the level of thickness that her cum was compared to mine was like water. Load and load came flooding out of my beast in the tens of thousands, despite already unleashing hundreds of thousands of gallons back at school. Below us the sloshing waves were rising up to us at a dangerous rate. Veins bulged out as I felt ‘the one’ bubbling up from the depths of my engorged nuts. I clung to the wall as I felt the surge of a literal tsunami flood out of my cock, all my load combined came gushing out of my cock, so much dense spunk came flooding out that the tank couldn’t drink it all fast enough, making nearly thirty thousand gallons splash back out all over my nuts and almost knocked Madi off her wall pussy as like a four feet high wave of thick cum crashed into her. The tank below us looked worse than a hurricane storm, wet cement like cum creating massive waves that literally reached up to the glass and painted it as bathtubs upon until bathtubs of spunk came crashing down from my gut slaughtering cock. The waves were calm, silence was in the air, as I slowly pulled out my humongous gut slaughterer, the gigantic cave that I created was as thick as a basketball and was slathered in dense girl spunk. As I pulled my big heavy and extremely wet dick out, the only plug was pulled out of the wall as nearly forty thousand gallons of heavy cum came slowly flowing out on to the already waist high mess that I created. “Holy crap Stacie, we got up to three hundred and sixty thousand gallons of cum!” Madi came rushing from the opposite side of the room, apparently this machine had a measuring device. I blinked back in shock. If judging by Madi’s last load, this load wasn’t even close to filling up even the sixty thousand mark, meaning I came just as much, if not more than when I was at school, holy shit. My cock, after all that cumming was still semi erect, just a slight stimulation would send it sky rocketing again. “Holy crap that was close to breaking the tank.” I stammered, riding the afterglow. “Hehe, don’t worry remember we have all those drainage’s.” Madi said, a big smile reaching her face. “That machine is top notch huh? I saw you, you were having the fuck of your life hehe.” I blushed when Madi said that. Every time I get into womb breaking mode, my giant beast takes the lead. “y-yeah, it was pretty good I think. It felt really good.” I said shyly, waddling my way out of the cum swamp, my balls being dragged behind me. After a deep cleansing shower with Madi, we finally got all the sticky dense cum off of us. “Jeez Stacie, you cum just gets thicker and thicker, we literally stayed in the shower for thirty minutes getting the cum off.” Madi said, pulling her skirt up. “Sorry, it’s not my fault my nuts churn trillions of sperm in each drop.” I said, cupping my egg sized nuts, giving a massage of encouragement. Thankfully my entire endowment was so small when it was asleep; it made it so easy to hide. After hanging out with Madi a bit more and a few dangerously close times that my fat dick got set off again, I was finally back home. Mom was back in the kitchen cooking a storm, dad and some brothers on the TV, ‘phew’ I thought to myself. Every time I wanted to go somewhere I had to tell them where I was so they knew if I would knock up a girl, otherwise I got grounded. Hurrying in, I scooted past dad and them, and carried myself upstairs. I needed to make sure I was in my room asap. “Where’s the bag at again?” A girl said, walking downstairs. Looking at her, my heart skipped a beat. This thick, phat ass white girl, thighs so juicy they touched each other. A monstrous ass scooping in to a slim fit waist. Her breasts natural and bouncy DD cups were nearly spilling out of her turtle neck sweater. Cute little freckles were sprinkled atop her nose. For a second jealousy crept up my heart as she walked down the stairs, not because I wanted her body, well I did, but because she wasn’t mine to ravage every night over and over again, it was my brother upstairs. “It should be in the living room, it has a green handle.” My brother shouted from his room, it was Tom. How in the world are my brothers fishing up girls like this? “Ahh excuse me!” the girl said scooting to the side as she passed me on the stairs, her thighs so fucking thick that they slammed into my side as she went by. I took a look back and saw how fucking deep her ass cleavage was. Deep in my pants, my beast was beyond awoken. Blood roared into my monster dick gallons at a time. My balls were fully engorged and pumping thousands of gallons of thick dense spunk in mere seconds. I only got to take a few steps up the stairs when my giant cock ripped through my yoga pants with a loud SHHHHHHTT as all twenty nine inches of my monster crooked wife stealing cock came surging out. looking back in surprise, no one seemed to notice and I hurried off to the bathroom. “Fuck, that was way too close.” I panted as I locked the door. I stumbled to the mirror and took a look at what my giant hungry beast had just done. My entire right leg pant was completely blown off by the monstrously thick shaft, let alone my fat nuts breaking the seam at where the yoga pants sows up. Looking at my cock from the last time I noticed, it looks… beefier. My humongous shaft, I didn’t notice until now, was starting to get really dark, especially the further the shaft grows out of my body. “Holy shit that’s actually kinda hot.” I moaned as I gently stroked my pulsing cannon, pre cum starting to drip off my head. Having my cock this dark in contrast to my white skin kind of makes it look like I fucked senseless an entire city’s worth of people, leaving nothing but gaping pussies and tons of cum. Coming to my senses however, I knew even pre cum was a no no in my house. Walking to the shower, I cranked it on all the way cold. After seeing that fucking thick ass girl, I knew it’s was gonna be a long shower. There was nothing that got my giant cock angrier than having a woman with an ass bigger than my own. After nearly a good forty minutes of shower and hundreds of years’ worth of control to not beat off to my heart’s content, I was chilling in my room, nuts and sleeping cock snug between my legs. Even after nutting like literally more than I ever have, I honestly felt like I wasn’t even sated yet. Then I remembered something, just something that was going to happen. I don’t quite… “Oh shit! The competitions tomorrow!” I shouted.
Chapter 0 - the meet and greet of demigods in the mortal world	There were once many demigods but as the world evolved they became targets of the anger of both gods and mortals. it became the fantasies of both sides to sleep with these demigods. this is focused on the big threes children male and female. soon their destinies or bodies will intertwine with these flesh hungry gods. Their are even cults that hunt these special children and try to capture and often sell these demigods. There is only one refuge left.
Chapter 7 - Chapter 07	Alice was listening to Claire and Ada talk, but Black Rock Shooter wasn't. The moment that Alice's lips touched hers, she was blissfully unaware of her surroundings. The only thing that mattered right now was Alice's tongue dancing around in her mouth. Claire cleared her throat pointedly, and Alice smiled into her kiss with Black Rock Shooter. THIS fun was going to end... but at least she was going to get some other entertainment... With a small gasp of breath, Black Rock Shooter and Alice separated, leaving Black Rock Shooter panting for breath as she stared at Alice in confusion. "You have a guest... Kitten." Alice teased as Black Rock Shooter noticed Ada standing in the open. "YOU!" Black Rock Shooter hissed viciously, trying to break free of Alice's superhuman strength. "Let me go, Alice! LET ME GO!" "That's not my call. Why not ask the one who ordered me to distract you?" Alice glanced at Claire pointedly. "She told me to stop you, so I did." "Claire..." Black Rock Shooter looked Claire right in the face. "Tell Alice to back off... This... is personal." "Can't be any more personal than what you just did with Alice." Ada smirked, but Claire remained silent for several seconds, thinking hard. Her instincts were telling her that Ada was withholding important information, and Black Rock Shooter would probably slaughter the woman if given the opportunity... "You said you were doing a job for a rival company, right?" Claire suddenly asked Ada, who nodded. "But that was during Raccoon City. I'm not doing a job now, so why ask irrelevant information?" Ada raised an eyebrow. "Wait... I think I know what you're going to say." "Oh? Let's hear it then." Claire smirked this time. "You want me to join your group, obviously under some sort of trust related thing, and the two of us - Kitten and I - will be on some sort of leash against each other. Am I far off, Mistress?" "No. That's exactly what I was thinking. But you forgot one detail..." Claire smirked, then glanced at Black Rock Shooter, who was absolutely seething with rage. "She has some unfinished business with you. Can't have that interfering with my trust system, can I?" Before any of them could say anything further, Alice suddenly spoke up, still effortlessly restraining Black Rock Shooter. "How about a bare knuckle brawl? Should settle things between the two of you." "A brawl? How so like you to suggest that, Abernathe. But I'm willing if she is." Ada remarked, which made both Black Rock Shooter and Claire realize that Ada and Alice had met before. Abernathe must be one of Ada's nicknames for her. "So what'll it be, kiddo? Beat her senseless, then forget your history?" Alice chose to ignore Ada's usage of her surname, instead giving Black Rock Shooter's neck a kiss and whispering into her ear. "By the way, Abernathe is my surname. It's a long story behind why she knows it. I'll tell you about it later, deal?" "You've met her before?" Black Rock Shooter whispered back, her sapphire eyes sparking with rage. "I have." Alice replied, unable to resist giving her earlobe a little nibble that sent shivers down Black Rock Shooter's spine. "Kick her ass, and I'll tell you the whole story, alright?" "Fine. But for the record, I'd kick her ass just for the hell of it. Fucking hate the bitch." Black Rock Shooter tapped her finger against Alice's wrist. "You can let me go now." She reminded her, but Alice shook her head. "No weapons, either of you. Ditch your shit, then fight each other... Non lethal moves only. Got that, Wong?" Alice called loudly towards Ada, who held up her hands with a sigh. "Pistol, a knife, and my crossbow. Mistress over there can search me, if she so wishes." Ada described her weapons calmly, glancing at Claire as she spoke. "You handle Wong, I'll deal with her." Alice turned to Claire, indicating Black Rock Shooter with her chin. "Wong's not known for her honesty." "Got it. Keep your hands where they are, and tell me where the weapons are." Claire barked at Ada, who slowly placed her hands on the top of her head, then vocally directed Claire to find her knife, her pistol was on the back of her belt, and the crossbow was still inside the gas station. "She's done, Alice." Claire announced after confiscating the weaponry and backing away from Ada. Alice whispered something into Black Rock Shooter's ear as every single weapon she possessed floated into the air behind Alice, including her fallen pistol and katana. "Claire wants her alive... But give her everything you've got. You're not the only one she has history with." Alice gave Black Rock Shooter one last passionate kiss before pulling her black duster off her shoulders and turned her towards Ada, who still had her hands on her head. "Remember, we need you both alive. Other than that, go nuts." Claire lowered her M4 and backed away, explaining the rules over her radio to Chase and Otto. In the distance, they both lowered their rifles and began to organize the usual lunch routine, albeit with some... entertainment while the convoy of survivors ate. Ada slowly turned towards Black Rock Shooter, who was staring at her with murder in her eyes. She knew she was in for a beating, but since she had no obligation to actually join them, that didn't mean she HAD to let Kitten live... WHAM! Black Rock Shooter struck her in the stomach, taking her by surprise, and Ada fell onto her back, quickly rolling to the side as Black Rock Shooter tried to kick her in the head. Seething with blinding rage, Black Rock Shooter quickly charged after Ada, who gracefully tripped her with a spinning kick, slamming her to the ground. Ada, however, didn't follow up her attack with another, but rather she slowly rose to her feet, taking her time as Black Rock Shooter scrambled upright. "Just so you know, bitch, this fight... I'm only doing this for Claire. I still hate your guts..." Black Rock Shooter snarled, raising her fists ahead of her. "It changes nothing between us." "Still the faithful bodyguard, no matter who your Mistress happens to be." Ada commented, entering the exact same stance as Black Rock Shooter. "Tell me... Who do you like more: Her, or Alice?" Black Rock Shooter's eyes widened for a moment, taken aback by Ada's snide comment. But before she could even reply, Ada rushed in and grabbed her arms, pinning them in her grasp and spinning her around, kicking the back of her knee. Black Rock Shooter instantly recognized this fighting style, Ada was using her own moves against her! With a snarl, she instinctively performed the standard reversal to this maneuver, spinning her torso around and kicking Ada's shin as hard as she could. Ada smirked when Black Rock Shooter caught on to her imitation of her moves, having been on the receiving end of them for several missions in the past. But as her foot connected with Ada's shin, she remembered that these were HER moves, and she knew them all. This was her 'I just fucked up' moment. With astounding speed, Black Rock Shooter leaned her torso forward, bringing her left leg up with near explosive force, nailing Ada right in the chin, sending her sprawling onto the ground, on her back. Without missing a beat, Black Rock Shooter spun on her heel, swinging her spectacularly raised leg into a majestic somersault, flipping towards the downed Ada with near blinding speed, slamming down atop Ada's waist, straddling her as she began punching Ada's face several times, ignoring the feeble kicks to her back that Ada was doing in a vain attempt to get her off her chest. Ada used her forearms to block as many of the punches as she could, slamming her knees into Black Rock Shooter's back until she felt Black Rock Shooter shift her weight to one side, obviously going for a more devastating punch than before. Sensing her opportunity, Ada grabbed Black Rock Shooter's hips with both hands, rolling to the side and reversing their positions. This time, Ada was pinning Black Rock Shooter to the ground, with her smirking triumphantly above her. Suddenly Black Rock Shooter wrapped her legs around Ada's waist, pulling her in close and grabbing her throat, punching her in the face twice before Ada grabbed the back of her head with both hands, pulling her in close to butt heads. However, she wasn't anticipating how much force she'd used to pull Black Rock Shooter in, and before either of them could do more than gasp in panic, their lips met, both turning as red as Ada's shirt. Alice had been watching the fight transition with her arms crossed, the multitude of Black Rock Shooter's weapons floating behind her as she stood with Claire. "I'll bet you Ada's gonna win." Claire said as she watched Ada pin Black Rock Shooter's arms and kick her in the back of the leg. "I'll take that bet. What are the stakes?" Alice smirked, watching the brief moment of dominance that Ada had over Black Rock Shooter. "How about another date?" Claire smirked, cradling her M4 against her chest as a few of the other convoy members formed a rough circle around the two woman fighting each other. "Deal." Alice held out her hand for Claire to shake, which she did. "Better bring some booze though, this one's going to be a close call." Alice smirked as Black Rock Shooter's face suddenly lit up with realization, then she kicked Ada's leg, breaking the grapple. Claire gasped as she watched Black Rock Shooter's sudden reversal, kicking Ada onto her back with a backwards high kick. Alice was right, this was going to be a close one. But Black Rock Shooter didn't stop there, she swung her body full circle, flipping through the air towards the downed Ada, landing on her chest and pummeling her relentlessly, accompanied by the cheers of the surrounding survivors. Alice's sharp eyes suddenly noticed Black Rock Shooter's weight shift to one side as she raised her right hand in what was clearly not going to be a punch. Her fingers were together, held perfectly straight, and Alice knew that was an impaling strike... She was going to kill Ada. But before she could even open her mouth, Ada shifted her weight, grabbed Black Rock Shooter by the waist, and rolled over, breaking Black Rock Shooter's concentration and reversing their positions. Black Rock Shooter didn't hesitate before grabbing Ada by the throat with one hand, using her other to land two punches before Ada grabbed the back of her head, clearly preparing to slam their heads together. It was at this moment that Alice intervened. She subtly used her Telekinesis to pull Ada and Black Rock Shooter backwards, but her plan suddenly backfired when their lips met, having been far to close together in the first place as they fell back, with Black Rock Shooter straddling Ada's legs. Almost instantly, both of them went bright red in the face, but neither of them moved a muscle, still connected at the lips as the onlookers whistled and cheered, some even laughing. Claire's jaw dropped, utter shock robbing her of her voice, even as Alice roared with laughter beside her. "C'mon, you grab Wong. I'll get her off before things get out of hand." Alice nudged Claire into action, grabbing Black Rock Shooter around the waist and hauling her cherry red face away from Ada, who was just as surprised as they expected. Without even a glance behind her, Alice carried Black Rock Shooter all the way back to the Hummer, ignoring the onlookers as she shoved her dumbstruck partner inside the back seat. "Don't tell Claire... But that was slightly my fault." Alice whispered as she entered the Hummer's other side. "What do you mean, your fault?" Black Rock Shooter was panting slightly. She hadn't been expecting THAT to happen, but now that she'd experienced it, she didn't realized until now that it had felt good. Ada's soft lips against hers, the warmth of her breath... "My Telekinesis. My plan was to separate the two of you, but it backfired when Ada pulled you two together. My guess is that she planned to slam your heads together or something." Alice explained, then held out a food can. "Speaking of Telekinesis... I got you this." "You took my spoon, and all my knives." Black Rock Shooter reminded Alice, who nodded in understanding. "I just need one knife and my spoon. The rest can wait." "You sure about that?" Alice raised an eyebrow, but opened her door and allowed the floating cloud of her weapons to gently enter the Hummer. She quickly snatched the single spoon out of the air and a knife, handing them to her as the rest piled up in her lap. "Yeah, I'm sure." Black Rock Shooter replied, opening the can with the knife, then beginning to eat the brown beans within. "So, how does she know your surname?" Alice rested her head against the headrest, letting out a long slow breath through her nose. "Because she tried to infiltrate the lab I used to work at. About six months before Raccoon City, she managed to get past every single defense system the lab had, until - for whatever reason - she walked straight into my office... While I was inside." "Doesn't sound like the Ada Wong I know." Black Rock Shooter commented as she shoved more beans into her mouth. "So, without even thinking, I went for my gun... She disarmed me, and must have gotten a look at my I.D badge, she started calling me by my last name from that moment onward... That is until she knocked me out and took my security keycard." Alice explained. "She was locked out of somewhere?" Black Rock Shooter asked, chewing a mouthful of beans. "I dunno. Next time I saw her - and found out her name - was during my escape from Raccoon City. Ran into her while I was looking for one of my companions, a little girl that carried the Anti-Virus. Her father was an Umbrella scientist, so she had a case of doses on her at all times. Ada was sent to retrieve them." Alice explained. "But this time, she didn't get away unscathed. I managed to beat her upside the head a few times with a police baton, and she even took a bullet from one of my group members, but she managed to get the case from the girl, and got away in a helicopter..." "One of your group was infected... weren't they?" Black Rock Shooter asked, pausing with her full spoon hovering an inch from her mouth. "Two, actually. One died in our gunfight with Ada. Stray bullet ricocheted off something and got him in the face. The other one got lucky when Ada grabbed the case, one dose fell out before she could grab it, so we used that on him the moment she'd gotten away." Alice held up two fingers as she spoke. "Twice I've encountered Wong... and both times she's gotten away from me. I don't really like Claire's idea to let her join the convoy, but it isn't like I had much say in the matter when I couldn't talk." Alice smirked at the last comment, making Black Rock Shooter blush as she shoved the spoon into her mouth. "I've fought her seventeen times, total. Ten while in Japan, and seven here in the States. Most recent time was three weeks ago, we met each other in a warehouse, and fought without even thinking." Black Rock Shooter chewed her beans thoughtfully. "But what happened out there... that was a first."
Chapter 6 - Chapter 06	"Before you say anything, just... let me explain. Alright?" Alice held up both hands, trying to keep the situation as neutral as possible. The T-Virus is a touchy subject to begin with, and what she was about to reveal was hard for even HER to understand. "Go on..." Claire's grip on the steering wheel tightened, but otherwise she continued to listen. "Unlike how you'd expect, I wasn't bitten. I was injected with the Virus by Umbrella when they betrayed me while I was head of security at one of their labs. The lab had an incident with the supercomputer inside, and the Virus was released, turning all the staff to zombies." Alice began explaining her story, her head down with her gaze in her lap. "Let me guess... you were a survivor, so they captured you and injected you, right?" Claire asked, pretty close to the point. "Yes, I knew the truth, so they thought they could just eliminate me by turning me into one of their pets... But it didn't work the way they'd planned." Alice nodded. "I started developing my Telekinesis, and my body began to accept the Virus. It bonded to my DNA, and now it fuels my body with superhuman strength, endurance, and agility. I'm a super soldier, basically." "So Umbrella used that to their advantage, they used you, didn't they?" K-Mart was beginning to piece together the chain of events thus far, and to her, Alice seemed like a comic book superhero, gaining her powers from a terrible experiment gone wrong. "They did, yes. But I managed to escape, with the help of a cop, an Umbrella hired mercenary, a gangster, and a young girl. They were my group I was leading out of Raccoon City, they later helped me escape from a lab in Detroit, and from that point, we parted ways. That was a week after Raccoon City, from that point onwards, I developed my powers on my own, and learned my weaknesses along the way... One of which... is sex." Alice sighed, and Black Rock Shooter's head dropped onto her shoulder, regarding Alice with a shrewd stare. "What happened to me... that was a side effect, correct?" "Yeah, I... can't explain it very well, but I gain my strength from three sources: Adrenaline, so whenever I fight... Blood, yes, literal blood. If I ingest it, I get a huge rush of energy, like an electric shock... and the last, sex. For some reason, whenever I get sexually aroused, I start sapping the strength from my partner, just through skin contact. It happened only once before you..." Alice's gaze turned to Black Rock Shooter before continuing with her explanation. "But she died, she didn't listen to me when I said I wanted to let her rest... so she literally fucked herself to death." "So you mean to tell me, if I hadn't woken up... you'd have potentially killed me?" Black Rock Shooter glared at Alice, who nodded once. "From my experience, the effects seem to last a few hours, at most... depending on how many times... or how much, sex I have. One or two times, like us... you'll be fine again by lunch..." Alice hung her head in shame. "And what if you're the one receiving?" Claire suddenly asked, "I mean, if you do it, then the partner is weakened... by if it's done to you..." "I don't know." Alice shook her head. "Only one way to find out... Either of you two willing to test that theory?" Her usual smirk returned to her face, but Black Rock Shooter's hand suddenly grabbed the edge of her duster's sleeve. "Don't think so, kiddo. You're the reason we're even having this conversation in the first place." "I know that, I was about to fall over, so I grabbed your sleeve for balance." Black Rock Shooter gave her a reproachful look. "I doubt I could get you going in the first place; I'm not very confident in bed, as you're probably aware." "Oh? Your Mistress never called you to her side in the middle of the night, looking for some... company?" K-Mart suddenly teased Black Rock Shooter, who - unable to threaten her with a knife to the neck - went bright red in the face with shocked embarrassment. "K-Mart! Too far!" Claire barked at the young teen, but Black Rock Shooter made a small sound as she shook her head. "She... actually did... Several times, in fact." Black Rock Shooter stammered. "She's just... like Alice, very confident in her sexual skills, and I wasn't... since she was the only partner I'd had at the time, being her bodyguard and all." "Why am I getting a strange feeling she was also into BDSM?" Alice decided to tease Black Rock Shooter, just for the hell of it. "What's BD...SM?" Black Rock Shooter asked with genuine ignorance. "Bondage, Domination, Sadism, and Masochism." Alice replied. "Whips, chains, and pain. Did she ever pin your arms while she pleasured you? Handcuffs? Did she bite you? Hot wax? Stuff like that?" "No, none of that... She was just... more confident in her abilities, and I wasn't." Black Rock Shooter's lips tightened as she thought hard for a moment. "But she did have a fetish..." "Do you mind sharing it with us?" Claire asked gently, both curious and concerned with how personal this was getting, even if Mato was dead. These seemed like private moments between Black Rock Shooter and her Mistress, away from Mato's parents knowledge. "She... liked to c-cosplay..." Black Rock Shooter blushed a little again, but said nothing in explanation as to what she'd meant by 'cosplay' - let alone the definition of the word. "What's that?" K-Mart asked, confused by the new word. "Dressing up. You put on costumes and outfits. Not exclusively a sexual concept, but it sounds like she enjoyed the fantasy of the characters, instead of just being the two of you, right?" Alice explained to K-Mart before asking Black Rock Shooter gently, knowing that Black Rock Shooter had been incredibly loyal to her Mistress. "Y-yeah." Black Rock Shooter replied before yawning slightly. Weakened or not, she was tired after Alice's assault to her body and the news that Alice carried the T-Virus was giving her a headache. "If you three don't mind, I'm going to sleep for a bit." "Hands to yourself, Alice." Claire teased as she caught sight of Alice extending her hand to help Black Rock Shooter. "I'm watching you two." "No, no, it's fine Claire. I can tell Alice was just trying to help me." Black Rock Shooter smirked as she gave Alice a nod. "But if you DO try anything, I WILL slap you." An hour and a half later, Alice did indeed try something. With a cheeky grin plastered to her face, she slid her hand up Black Rock Shooter's smooth bare leg, slowly inching her way towards her belt when, with a resounding smack, Black Rock Shooter's hand flashed through the air and got Alice straight in the face. K-Mart and Claire instantly began laughing, Alice's bright red cheek only heightening the amused expression on Black Rock Shooter's face, even though she hadn't opened her eyes to slap Alice anyway. "Did you really think I was joking? Next time, I'll actually aim." Black Rock Shooter smirked as she shifted her shoulders into a more comfortable position. "I gotta admit... nice shot, kiddo." Alice smiled as she gingerly rubbed her stinging cheek. Black Rock Shooter smirked, but said nothing else for the rest of the drive. By the time Claire pulled the Hummer to a stop near a small gas station, Black Rock Shooter was laying across the back seat, her head nestled in Alice's lap. Alice was trying her best not to get worked up with the placement of Black Rock Shooter's head. A bead of sweat slid down her forehead as she fought with her internal struggle. The Virus DEMANDED satisfaction, one way or another... and since one way in particular was LITERALLY laying right in her lap, it was taking every single ounce of Alice's self-restraint not to grab Black Rock Shooter's head and shove her face into her own, sating her raging lust... "Yo, wake up." Claire reached back to touch Black Rock Shooter's face, but she instantly grabbed Claire's wrist with a look of utter fury on her face. "Hey! What the hell?!" "I can feel it... SHE is here." Black Rock Shooter's face was contorted with rage as she quickly sat up (Much to Alice's relief) and kicked the Hummer door open, grabbing her katana as she got out. "Who!? What are you getting so worked up about?!" Claire called after her, grabbing her M4 as she also got out of the Hummer. "Get back here and talk to me!" Black Rock Shooter's katana wasn't attached to her belt as usual, so she drew the blade in one hand, keeping the sheath firmly gripped in her other as she approached the gas station with long angry strides. Claire kept calling for her to stop, but she ignored the calls. SHE always fired first... and Black Rock Shooter's previous encounters with the bitch rarely ended well... With a sudden slash in mid air, Black Rock Shooter locked on to her target, striding even faster as something fell to the concrete at her feet, and Claire realized she had deflected it with her blade... It was a crossbow bolt. Screaming something in Japanese, Black Rock Shooter deflected another bolt, which Claire realized were coming from inside the gas station itself. Judging by the way Black Rock Shooter was deflecting the bolts, she had previous dealings with the person firing them. "ADA WONG! ENOUGH WITH THE GAMES! FACE MY BLADE, YOU COWARD!" Black Rock Shooter switched back to English, deflecting another bolt with her katana as Claire spotted a flicker of movement inside the shadowy station. It appeared to be someone wearing a bright red shirt... "Oh? Looks like the little Ronin has a new Mistress..." A woman's voice taunted from inside the gas station, and Claire realized what was about to happen... With a flying tackle, Alice suddenly brought Claire to the ground as a bolt flew straight for her head. Black Rock Shooter took a step forward, her expression utterly livid as she dropped her katana's sheath and reached under her arm for her M1911a1. She whipped it out and aimed it towards the woman, Ada Wong. "I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" She fired all eight rounds in rapid succession, but no grunt or scream from Ada reached their ears. Instead, the sound of her laughing caught their attention. "A gun? Are you joking with me, Kitten? I thought you were a traditionalist?!" "GET OUT HERE AND I'LL SLICE YOU INTO FUCKING RIBBONS, YOU WHORE!" Black Rock Shooter screamed, clicking the trigger twice when she remembered the gun was empty. She slid a new magazine from her shoulder holster and reloaded the gun, ready to aim it back towards Ada when Alice suddenly came up right behind her. Taking Black Rock Shooter by surprise, Alice molded her body against Black Rock Shooter's back, sliding her fingers along the young samurai's wrists and applying pressure to the right spots, forcing her to drop both her weapons as Alice swooped her head down and silenced her screams with a kiss, her tongue dancing violently inside her mouth. Without even a second to comprehend the situation, Black Rock Shooter instinctively matched the familiar shape of Alice's body with her own, moaning as her oldest partner's tongue met hers in a passionate dance. She didn't realize that Alice also happened to have her in a nearly impossible hold to escape from, considering the advantage of surprise and... distraction she'd had. Claire, however, aimed her assault rifle at the slowly rising figure inside the gas station, who stepped over the edge of the shattered window, entering their sight for the first time. Ada Wong regarded the provocative display before her eyes with a smirk. She'd always known Black Rock Shooter was a lesbian, but to see her so easily defeated, THIS was a real treat. "Hold it right there. Don't even think about moving." Claire barked as Ada noticed the rifle aimed at her head. Ada tore her eyes away from her defeated foe and gave Claire an amused smirk. "I take it she's enjoying that." Ada joked, indicating Black Rock Shooter and Alice with a glance. "Never thought of making her submit SEXUALLY... I would gladly applaud you for that, but you'd obviously shoot me." "No. She's being distracted." Claire admitted, having given Alice the quick order 'distract her, quickly!' when they were on the ground after Alice's tackle. "Who are you, and for the love of God, what the fuck did you do to piss her off that badly?!" "We go way back, Kitten and I... All the way back to Japan, in fact." Ada admitted, casually crossing her arms and shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "You see... I was given the job - numerous times, I might add - to eliminate the heir to a certain Yakuza syndicate; a certain... Mato Kuroi." Ada explained, her voice a low purr. "Kitten just so happened to have stopped my attempts, without fail. When the outbreak struck, I was already here in the States, doing another job for a rival corporation to Umbrella. Didn't even cross my mind at the time that Kitten, nor Kuroi were even alive." "You keep referring to her as Kitten... why?" Claire hissed, not unlike a feline herself. There was no doubt in her mind that Kitten was an insulting nickname for Black Rock Shooter. "She never told you that story? Well, it's quite simple: Back in Japan, she was known as Kuro Neko, which translates to Black Cat. Most of the underworld knew her name and methods, fearing her... But I didn't, and still don't. So, one night, under orders to kill Kuroi, I snuck into their residence, crept into their shared room, and she woke up, obviously. But when she moved into the light from the moon outside, I didn't fail to notice she was - for whatever reason - wearing a black headband on her head, with a pair of cat ears on it. So, tauntingly, I called her Kitten as I made my escape. Satisfied, Mistress?" Ada finished retelling her story, giving Claire a disinterested frown. "Black Cat, huh? Well, Ada, once she breaks free from Alice, I won't be stopping her this time. Not after you tried to shoot at me with your crossbow. Is that understood? Also, you're being covered by two snipers, plus myself. Don't even think about running." Claire indicated the form of Chase - on top of his tanker - and Otto - who was standing in front of the school bus - both armed with sniper rifles, aiming at Ada. "It was never my intention to run." Ada replied, not moving from her pointedly sassy pose. "So let the little Kitten loose, see if she really has the claws she claims to have."
Chapter 1 - Taking out your sexual frustration on a horny minotaur	Hunt for the harpy Queen The Harpy Queen. The totem of feminine virility herself was in your town, filling bellies with liquid baby left and right, and you missed out. Her children had been raiding your town for about a month, abducting vegetables left right and centre and leaving jiggling stuffed bellies and gaping craters full of cum where various people’s tight little buttholes used to be. You’re jealous as fuck. You missed out on the fun because you were out of town on a months-long business trip, helping barter a corporate merger, but your best friend and roommate Claire made well sure to send you plenty of snapchats of various extremely well endowed futanari bird-girls bouncing up and down on her rump, talons gripping her globular ass as her asshole gripped their slick shafts. Her colon was filled over and over with foot long bird-dong, the squelching of the rapid-fire wood pecking nearly making you cum on its own as she winked and blew kisses into the camera at you. What a slutty little tease. Nevertheless, after you got back from a trip full of teasing, boring meetings, and fossils that shouldn’t be anywhere near the helm of a company, you finally got back into town. Upon getting to your apartment after gazing in amazement at the dried cum splattered over every building, Claire opened the door of your shared apartment and immediately gushed about how awesome the week long harpy orgy was, your eyes draw to her belly, soft and jiggly and very obviously full of cum. Her belly button was popped out, and faint stretch marks raced across her skin that showed brazenly from under her t-shirt, which was still trying valiantly to cover her ample bosom and outrageous cum-tummy. She told you that the Harpy Queen herself came on the last two days of the Harpy Colony’s occupation of the town, one whose cock was easily twice as large as all the others, her scent like pine and sandalwood and her cum tasting like vanilla custard. “Wait…” You said. “I thought the harpies only fuck you if they can fuck your ass?” Your confusion turns to understanding as Claire rubs her hands on her belly, which gently sloshes from the heavy liquid weight within. “She asked for my name, I told her right before her cum went all the way through me, and she told me I should be called Eclair instead” She finished with a giggle and blush. You feel your face heat as the reality of the intensity if the harpy orgy set in. You grabbed Claire by the shoulders, asking if she knew where the harpy flock went next, and she told you she heard they were headed to a nearby lakeside Human/Monster resort, to relax before making their return journey to their nests deep into the nearby mountains. You grabbed your car keys and left immediately, the resort was only a half-hour away. … You arrive to find the resort apparently devoid of Harpies. Frustrated, you’re on your way into the lobby to ask the clerk when the hell the harpies left, when something catches your eye by the pool. Oh, hell yes. If the harpies aren’t here, the least you can do is still have some fun… You see a rather feminine framed Minotaur male relaxing on a sun-chair by the pool, and true to their unashamed nature, he’s got all his truly impressive equipment on display, his ballsack easily as big around as a basketball, and his cock half-hard and looking like it would be the thickness of a 2 litre bottle and the length of two or more when erect in all it’s wrinkled-skin covered glory. It’s always the femboys that are packing the biggest, juiciest cocks after all, and you feel your butthole tighten in anticipation. If this Mino takes after other males of his species, the Dicks-out-for-Harambe display is just so some total horndog freak like you will approach and ride his dick just for the fun of it. Which you totally intend to do, by the way. You see the clerk at the front desk smirking in your direction through the glass doors as she sees where you’re headed, and you think you see a flash of jealousy in her eyes? Either way, you’re coming up to him now, the rest of the patrons at the pool eyeing you lecherously as you strut up to the Minotaur’s side and pop the question. “Need that taken care of?” The Mino doesn’t seem in such a rush to get to buttfucking as he lifts his sunglasses, his amber eyes taking you in. He relaxes again and his cock throbs, veins bulging out; a good sign for sure. “Go right on ahead, hot stuff…” He says with a cute boyish voice as if you didn’t just politely ask to stuff your colon (and maybe small intestine) with his dick. “Don’t be mad if I grab your hips and use you though.” He finishes as your pants and underwear hit the floor, your trusty injector bottle of super-lube already out of your bag, tip pressing into your backdoor and squirting a good half litre up your ass as his cock throbs yet again, the horse-like cock spurting a cup of mostly clear precum over itself, which you cup off the side of his hot shaft and gently smear over his glans and shaft, getting ready to swallow your prize from the wrong end. You straddle his wide girly hips, hands on the soft, short fur of his chest so you’re facing towards him as you line the throbbing tip of his huge 2.5 foot horsecock up with your ass, and you sink down. His urethra kisses your hole and kindly pushes another 2 or 3 cups of slick pre up your ass for good measure. You feel your bum spreading wide open, all those nights riding silicone paying off as you finally get to try the real deal, an actual Minotaur’s cockhead slipping into your ass with the most subtle of ‘squelch’es. The Mino boy lifts his sunglasses again and looks at you, one eyebrow raised, impressed that you took the head so quickly. “I hope that training goes deeper, babe. I’ve got a lot more where that came from.” You look him in the eye, panting lightly as your body adjusts to the intruder, getting relaxed so he can go nice and deep. “You’ll just have to see…” You moan as you relax your knees, and nothing but immense cock slides deep into your core, stretching sphincters and touching nerves not meant to be touched. 1 foot down, 1.5 to go. You see and hear him gasp slightly as the medial ring kisses your asshole, slurping through with a small jerk from you. With that motion the juicy, fat head of his cock plunges into your transverse colon, the piece that normally runs horizontally through the body but is now at a funny 80-ish degree angle, your guts now slurping at his cock, begging for more. You grant your body’s wish and let your legs go. His cock steamrolls into your belly, bulging it like a massive alien is trying to get out to no avail. Your ass greedily gobbles the femmy Mino’s cock until you feel even the wrinkled skin of his sheath stuffing into your ass, the Mino leaning his head back, luxuriating in your colonic ministrations. “…fffuck, no one’s ever taken it that far…” He groans as you feel his slim but unbelievably strong hands grip your sides as he lifts you, your arms suddenly pinned at your sides and your anus sucking at his retreating cock like it’s a popsicle before it all comes back in an instant. He stuffs his cock all the way into your ass so fast you’re worried his cockhead is gonna schlurp out of your mouth (or do you want that to happen??) Your asscheeks meet his powerful thrusting hips with a wet slap, him now spewing enough pre that it’s splurting put around his veiny shaft and making for a nice cheek-clapping as the bulge of his cock in your tummy stretches your belly, the muscles of your stomach stretching to unbelievable degrees as his cock flexes from the pressure inside of you, bulging you even further as the sheer strain pops your belly button out with each thrust. As he fucks you, your belly starts to jiggle a little bit and in the small part of your mind that isn’t already fucked into oblivion, your realize that he’s splurting enough precum up your butt to already give you a cum-tummy! “Moarrrrr…” You hear yourself moan as your body schlurps up and down his cock, the flaring tip popping through several sphincters on every thrust. The other patrons are openly masturbating to this display of extreme intimacy, but you don’t care. This Minotaur’s cock might as well be fucking your brain, cause it’s all you can think about right now. The thrusts are getting faster, you can see your lovers skin getting red beneath his thin lining of fur, his face screwed up in an emotion that can only be described as ‘FUCK’ as he fills you over and over again. You can feel your guts actively rearranging to take the glorious equine length, his cock finding its way deeper with every thrust. You think it’s halfway through your small intestine by now, the sensation is too much to bear as you cum so intensely that you black out for a few seconds, your insides clenching and slurping at the glorious totem of masculinity buried so inconceivably far in your poor abused bum. You hear him gasp at the shaft-suckling, as he slams you down into his lap so hard you feel like his balls might get stuffed into your butt too. At the same time, your guts finally straighten out enough and the cock tip pushes through the last sphincter it can, right into your obscenely stretched duodenum. You feel the cumvein on the bottom of his shaft inflate like a python is crawling out of his cock. The actual cum doesn’t come in spurts, or even a stream. A river has been unleashed more than halfway through your digestive tract, the sheer pressure of his release bulging your belly further than the head of his cock could, even though it’s stretching your tummy to a point almost halfway up your chest! You feel your already slightly inflated belly lurch, and then begin to swell in earnest as his seed fills every nook and cranny, and your button up shirt that you hadn’t bothered to take off splits open as the buttons fail in a delightful spectacle of jiggling cum-belly. Your popped-out belly button stands at attention as sheer liquid weight forces it out even further, and it begins to leak from your airtight asshole, tightly clenched around the Mino’s sheath as thick white goop splats onto his balls and dribbles down onto the stone tile surrounding the now body-fluid soaked pool. You shift uncomfortably, pressure building in your belly as his cum just keeps coming. You begin to lift yourself off of his shaft, your legs struggling as his powerful hands are holding you down as he shudders and his cock throbs deep inside you. You push up, you feel the tip of his cock come out just enough that it slurps under your ribcage, and the sensation makes your knees turn to jelly. Uh oh. His shaft barrels through your duodenum and schlurps through into your stomach, the cum still spewing and the rock-hard part of the belly bulge now firmly behind your ribcage and stretching the bottom of your throat. It floods your mouth with the salty, musky taste and shoots through your sinuses as you open your mouth, a mouthful of Mino-cum splatting on a Mino-belly, with a significant stream following it. This grabs your lover’s attention, and he snaps his gaze to you, rather than the sky, and seeing his cum bubbling and streaming from your nose and lips respectively, he does the last thing you expect. He leans forward and kisses you, his own cum spewing from your throat, out of your mouth and into his, and you hear heavy gulps as he drinks his own jizz out of your overstuffed body. What an unbelievably horny beast. He keeps cumming. In fact, you're sure you feel him get and cum even harder as he drinks his own protein shake, your stuffed belly shaking with each small thrust and shudder. You soon feel a fuzzy pressure on your belly, and soon realize that it’s his own belly! He is drinking so much cum that’s freely flowing put of your mouth that he’s cumflating himself! The absurdity of the situation makes you want to laugh, if not for the cock clogging your throat, but the eroticism also makes you cum again! After a minute or so of continuous cum slurping, the flow dies down and now that both your bellies are jiggling with protruding navels, his mouth comes away from yours, the last dregs of the last spurts dribble out of your mouth as he sits up, and gently lays you on the sun chair, his cock still buried deep inside your guts, and then he pulls out, your anus sucking at his shaft almost longingly like it’s sad to see the cock going. Every vein, fold of skin and certainly his medial ring make you cum as they slide out, friction frying your nerves. Finally, all that’s left is the flared tip of his cock, and you hear him rooting around in a bag before he rotates his hips, his tip grinding in your rectum and extracting a moan from your worn out body before he finally pulls out with a ‘pop’. Cum floods out of your bum like a burst water main, before he jams something against your abused hole, and you realize he’s stuffing a buttplug into your colon, not even pausing for your anus as he fists the plug halfway into your large intestine, forcing a small flood of jizz out of the other end, along with a burbly moan at the treatment. Without so much as another word for you beyond a chipper “Thanks!”, the femboy Minotaur walks away into the hotel, his wide hips and jiggly cum belly making him almost pass for a girl if not for the massive cock and lack of boobs. He leaves you backwards on the sun chair, spitting up cum as everyone puts their junk back in their trousers. The cum-stuffed belly and unbelievable fucking take their toll, and you pass out while wondering where the hell you can find more Mino’s. Of course, that’s gonna have to wait till you find the Harpies, and get an assfull of that sweet avian girlcock. You’ll have to tell Claire about the Mino-dude, and then continue your hunt when you wake up.
Chapter 0 - Clogged Pipes	This story is written for all sexes, cause everyone should has a digestive tract, and if you don’t, I think you have more pressing issues than a random short tentacle sex story on the internet. You open the door to your apartment, drained from a long Friday at work that ran into several gruelling hours of overtime, and as soon as you lock the door behind you, your pants come off and are left on the tile floor next to your shoes. Time for the weekend. Fuck pants anyway. You wander into the kitchen, depositing a new two litre carton of milk (is it soy, dairy, oat or almond milk? Who gives a shit anyway…) on the counter, grab a glass of water, and down it as you place your creamy prize in it’s vaunted spot next to the condiments and preserves in the fridge door. You close it, the bottles in the door clinking as the fridge seals and the familiar hum clicks on, and you head back to the living room. Your apartment isn’t the biggest, nor is it the best, but you lucked out being on the first floor with the only wall you share being the ceiling, and having a quiet neighbour on top of that. Reminding yourself that a lot of people have much worse places to live, you peel your shirt off, casting it to the floor like your work pants by the door, your undergarments are next, leaving you naked and free, the curtains over the windows as per usual so you can parade around your apartment defiling everything in sight if you so wish. You perk up as you realize it’s your favourite time of the day. Shower time. You pad over to the bathroom door and flick on the light, the fan starting and the lamp faintly humming in an oddly cozy way. You turn the tap, waiting for the water to get warm, and pull the lever that switches the flow to the shower head, before you go back to the living room to grab your phone, giving the water plenty of time to warm up. You return, the steam being sucked out of the room, and step over the edge of the tub and into the warm water. It runs over your body, quickly washing away the oils and grime of the day, and you smile now that a particularly shitty work week is done. You soap up, using a loofah to scrub at your skin, doing the same more delicately with your delicate bits, and finally when you’re all clean minutes later, you sit down in the tub, and lean back against the back, letting the hot water drum over your chest and stomach as you slide idly into almost a trance of relaxed bliss. You sit there for a while, just allowing your mind to wander, touching on thoughts that horrify, ideas that arouse, anything your mind wanders to. That is, until you feel the water start to rise, and your mind snaps back to reality (Woah, there goes gravity). You look down, and see what looks like a blue-green sausage plugging the drain. Confusion washes over you as you try to identify the object, but then it moves. The sausage thing isn’t blocking the drain, it’s coming out of it. Several inches of the thing slide out, and floppiness of the thing becoming apparent as it folds over itself, splashing the warm water a bit. You watch the thing as it slides more length out of the drain and realize that it’s alive. It’s not a sausage-thing, it’s a god damned tentacle. You look closer, your curiosity piqued as the tentacle pulses gently, the blue-green colour darkening to a pine green the further down the tentacle you look. The tip touches your leg, and the tentacle moves over your foot, quickly drawing your mind out of curious mode and into Oh Shit mode. You grab the edges of the tub, but your hands are wet, and you slip, your butt landing on the wet basin with a slap that seems to excite the tentacle, more of it sliding out of the drain as it slithers up your thigh and onto your belly, brushing against your pubis and moving up until it’s draping itself on your shoulder, and you get a good look at the tip. There’s a hole, perfectly centred on the tip of the tentacle that twitches slightly with every heartbeat like pulse of the slick appendage, and now a clear fluid begins to drool from the tip, coolness sliding down your skin as it slithers over you. Realizing that you have been frozen for several seconds, you instinctively jerk as you realize just how much potential danger you are in. Your wet hands grip the edge of the tup and you start to haul yourself up over the edge, but before you can pull yourself away, the tentacle acts with unnerving speed and coils around your torso, pulling you back into the tub as its mass pushes the shower handle to the ‘off’ position. The water dribbles to a stop from the shower-head as your body is wrapped in warm coils of pliable yet unbelievably strong flesh. Your head and lower body are exposed, and your arms are now pinned to your sides, when you feel the tip of the tentacle rubbing over your crotch, and you feel a rush of blood as you are stimulated (not necessarily) against your will. The tentacle prods your sensitive bits, drooling its slime over your as it drips down over your exposed ass, which it now moves to, unceremoniously squishing itself against your butthole and spreading you wide as it stuffs itself into your back door. It feels like a bunch of balloons filled with water and covered in lube are squeezing through your clenching asshole, quickly ‘schlorp’ing through your rectum and stuffing into your colon as you gasp at the fullness and alien sensation of your guts being rapidly filled from the wrong end. It meets the bend in your large intestine soon enough, and pulls back while you feel it flex slightly as it shoots almost a full litre of its lubricating slime into your guts to pave the path forward, and then it promptly resumes its journey, slipping around the bend in your guts with and audible ‘shlurch’, a sound that would alarm you were your eyes not pointed at your brain. The tentacle slithers through your guts like a ferret in a tube, squeezing ever deeper and making your belly bulge beneath the tentacles holding you hostage. It finds the second bend in your colon, and repeats the process of lubricating and cramming itself forward, something that only gets a weak groan from your overstimulated body. It forces down the rest of the way of your large intestine, finally giving the sphincter between your large and small intestine a kiss with its tip before opening up with the tentacle slime. A full gallon floods your guts, your stomach cramping uncomfortably as your intestines fill and bulge through your muscle wall, forcing your belly button to an outie with a ‘pop’ as your body cavity is stretched out, the purpose of this treatment soon to be realized. Your ahegaoed mind barely registers the stretch as the first egg plows through your butthole and stretches your guts even further as it travels through the tentacle only to finally be deposited neatly in your small intestine, courtesy of the generous helping of lube you have been so kindly administered, Another comes, then another, and another, and after some time of egg after egg disappearing into your bowels, the stimulation becomes too much and you finally hit the precipice of orgasm, your body flexing and spasming in delight as you almost foam at the mouth. The tentacle shoves more eggs into you, and your belly has finally reached the point where the tentacles aren’t covering it. You look as if you’re ten months pregnant with a particularly lumpy baby, and your shattered mind can’t even begin to grasp the social implications of your condition. The eggs stops shortly after, and the tentacle slowly retracts its length from your abused ass, stretched and kind of sore now. As your mind recovers from the shock you have been put through and the tip slips out of you with a flood of clear slime that quickly drains into the now clear plumbing, you start to cough, you cough so much that you almost gag, until you feel a blockage in your throat that does make you gag, and the the dark green orb squishes out of your mouth. The creature stuffed you so full that an egg came out the other end, and now all you can wonder is ‘When’s the next appointment?’ as the shifting eggs within your belly wring a final orgasm out of you as you pass out.
Chapter 14 - Chapter 14 - Another sex scene	Later in the afternoon, around sunset, Claire pulled the Hummer over in the middle of a farmhouse, informing Alice to clear it for the night. Alice gave a nod, then left, leaving the Hummer in an deafening silence, broken only by the sound of Black Rock Shooter's purring and Ada turning a page in her book. Claire closed her eyes, enjoying a brief moment to collect herself after driving for a day. Maybe she really should let one of the two older women drive for once? A tap on her window made her snap her eyes open, shattering the silence of the Hummer as she climbed out and began ordering the rest of the convoy that it was all clear. By the time everyone was situated and enjoying their food, Claire was laying on the living room couch with her forearm covering her face. Today wasn't particularily exciting, but she was oddly exhausted. "Yo." Alice seemed to materialize from another room, not making a single sound as she entered the living room. Claire lifted her wrist, staring at Alice for a moment before dropping her arm once again. "We might have succeeded..." "What do you mean?" Claire asked, too tired to fully catch Alice's meaning. "They're upstairs right now... I can hear them." Alice smirked for a moment before a sudden thud from above caused Claire to raise an eyebrow. "Well, I heard THAT!" Claire sat up and stared at the ceiling above. "What are they doing up there?!" "Take a guess, Claire." Alice smirked cheekily. "Take a wild guess why two teenage girls... sorry, two LESBIAN teenage girls are making noises upstairs... Alone... Together..." "You sly motherfucker, how do you pull of these feats of majestic pleasure?" Claire finally grinned, her plan to get Black Rock Shooter and K-Mart together finally worked! "This is glorious. C'mon, I owe you a drink. Found some wine in the basement that you overlooked." She took Alice by the hand, dragging her into the kitchen, where the wine bottles were waiting like trophies of pure liquid gold. "Oh, you naughty girl!" Alice purred seductively, knowing she was in for a Hell of a night with Claire. Upstairs, Black Rock Shooter was being pinned against the wall by K-Mart, moaning and purring in a nonstop stream of happiness. K-Mart was licking her collarbones, setting off fireworks in her eyes with each loving stroke. Her knees began to shake, and her tail was switching between totally paralyzed rigor mortis, to thrashing non stop behind her back. K-Mart hummed in amusement when she detected the movements. "Alice already licked me from belt to shoulder..." Black Rock Shooter groaned through her shuddering noises. "Long story..." She added when K-Mart's eyebrow arched at her words. "Well then, that ruins the fun, doesn't it?" K-Mart smirked, retracting her tongue and grabbing Black Rock Shooter by the collar of her black duster. "But I know your secrets..." "What secrets... Kyaaa~!" Black Rock Shooter suddenly felt K-Mart grab her by the tail, and she nearly tried to swipe her with her claws, but remembered the context of her action. "That's not all, little kitty~!" K-Mart smirked as she swooped towards Black Rock Shooter's face, kissing her burning neck once before she began to gently stroke the length of her tail as she switched to kissing her mouth, which was beginning to drool from the mind numbing pleasure she was receiving. "But wait... there's more." K-Mart separated from Black Rock Shooter's mouth, just for a second, before ever so gently, she began to slide her other hand along the side of Black Rock Shooter's face, past her former ear location, into her long black hair, and lovingly pinched her feline ears, sending an electric jolt from the top of her head, down to her core, and her eyes glazed over as her body quaked with a small but spontaneous orgasm from the combination of sensations. When she recovered from her orgasmic high, Black Rock Shooter realized that K-Mart had removed her bikini top and was palming both of her enlarged breasts in her hands. "You are acting a lot like Alice, you know that, right?" Black Rock Shooter commented as K-Mart gave her chest a squeeze. "Except for your one, tiny little mistake..." "What mistake?" K-Mart's cocky grin faltered for a second when Black Rock Shooter spoke. "Alice is Telekinetic..." Black Rock Shooter let out one of her purring chuckles. "You're not." Quick as a flash, Black Rock Shooter grabbed K-Mart by the hips and lifted her into her arms, kissing her passionately as she brought her effortlessly to the bed, her thrashing tail knocking over something with a loud thud as she went. Slamming her hands down on either side of K-Mart's head, Black Rock Shooter let out an amused purr, her tail swishing around behind her back in anticipation. "What'cha gonna do, pussy?" K-Mart taunted, already at Black Rock Shooter's mercy. "Think you've got what it takes?" Her eyebrow arched, and her expression changed for a tiny second to annoyed, but Black Rock Shooter said nothing, continuing to purr as her tail subtly snaked down lower and lower, until the tip snaked its way up K-Mart's thigh, making her jump in surprised panic. "What are you doing?!" She gasped, noticing that - like she herself had done initially - her arms were being pinned by Black Rock Shooter. "That's your TAIL!" "I know." Black Rock Shooter smirked, and K-Mart caught sight of her teeth: She had short fangs, like a real cat. "Revenge is a bitch, isn't it?" K-Mart went pale, now that she had the advantage, Black Rock Shooter grabbed K-Mart's jeans with one hand and wrenched them off her legs so fast she didn't even have time to gasp before the tip of Black Rock Shooter's tail pressed against her panties. "Are you really going to do that?" K-Mart's voice hitched when Black Rock Shooter pressed her tail down harder onto her covered clit. "What do you think?" Black Rock Shooter smiled widely - almost cruely - before ripping K-Mart's panties right off her hips with her claws, making absolutely sure not to injure K-Mart in the process. Without a second of pause, she moved her knees apart, forcibly spreading K-Mart's thighs apart before she could close them in a vain attempt to resist. With a triumphant grin, she slid the first two inches or so of her tail inside K-Mart, causing her to gasp in shock. "Holy shit!" K-Mart instinctively tried to push Black Rock Shooter off, but her body paled in comparison to Black Rock Shooter's Virus enhanced strength and martial arts training. She was helpless as Black Rock Shooter basically ravaged her trapped body with her long flexible tail alone. "You know anything about Japanese porn?" Black Rock Shooter smirked, a bead of sweat trailing down her forehead as she resisted the tightness squeezing her tail. "We really love our 'tentacle rape' scenes." She thrust more of her tail deep inside of K-Mart's body suddenly, making her gasp and shudder. "This is one of them!" She purred into K-Mart's ear with a huge grin on her face. "What the fuuu-UUUUUUCK~! Mmph!" K-Mart exclaimed as Black Rock Shooter began to thrust her tail repetetively now, her hands holding K-Mart down, but her mouth latching onto K-Mart's mouth, muffling her rising voice down to a soft moan. K-Mart was practically screaming into Black Rock Shooter's mouth, her body shaking with each pleasurable thrust of her tail. This was too much for her, and barely a minute later, her pussy seized up around Black Rock Shooter's invading tail, and she came. Hard. Black Rock Shooter wrenched her tail free, since K-Mart's inner walls were practically crushing her tail. Without a moment of hesitation, she lifted K-Mart's tank top up to her neck, exposing her bra covered breasts and flat stomach. With her objective covered, Black Rock Shooter's mouth flickered with a tiny frown for a second. "Now, this simply won't do, now will it?" "What... will?" K-Mart huffed, her chest heaving as she panted for breath. "What's the point of bras? Really?" Black Rock Shooter tapped the tip of her dripping tail against one of K-Mart's bra cups. "They're constricting, they get in the way, and they're such a pain in the ass to remove." "Keeps my tits in order. Can't have them bouncing all over the place, can I?" K-Mart asked, then glanced at the two tits hanging over her. "Then again, you used to be flat as a fucking board, so I understand where you're coming from." "Flat is justice!" Black Rock Shooter smirked. "I was the president of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee." She grabbed K-Mart's bra with her hand, preparing to rip it off. "So, for that comment, I'm confiscating this." With her grip already on her bra, K-Mart only managed a panicked "Wait!" before Black Rock Shooter sliced her bra into pieces with her clawed fingers. Her tits came free from their cotton prison, and Black Rock Shooter wasted no time in tracing her tail all over her tit flesh and around her areola. K-Mart's nipples instantly hardened when the silky soft hairs of Black Rock Shooter's tail touched her skin. She tried her best to squirm in Black Rock Shooter's steely grasp, her spread thighs being held open just by her legs positioning. But she couldn't escape, not even to budge an inch. She was trapped. "No... more." K-Mart moaned. "No more tail... please!" She begged, a single tear rolling down her cheek as her body shuddered from Black Rock Shooter's impossibly soft tail caressing her breasts. Black Rock Shooter's tail and face froze when K-Mart started to beg. She was frozen in place for several agonizing seconds before her ears twitched and her face twisted into a cruel grin. "Say please~!" Black Rock Shooter ordered tauntingly. "Beg for me." K-Mart whimpered, her instincts screaming that Black Rock Shooter wasn't finished with her yet. But, with no other options, she complied. "Please..." "Please what?" Black Rock Shooter gave her a fanged grin, still frozen in place. "Please... stop using your tail..." K-Mart begged, another tear rolling down her cheek. "Okay." Black Rock Shooter's tail returned to behind her back, but she still remained on her hands and knees over K-Mart's prone form, still grinning. For several long seconds, they continued to stare at each other in silence, until K-Mart asked. "Are you going to get off me?" "Nope." Black Rock Shooter's fanged grin was all it took for K-Mart's face to go pale yet again... Fuck.
Chapter 3 - A dragon un-virgins your olive oil	You’re laying face down in the soft grass. Your ‘services rendered’ for the massive, overly amorous slime have left you more or less paralyzed, aside from the occasional post-orgasm tremor and being able to wiggle your butt back and forth in an enticing way, mostly to convince any monsters prowling around nearby that your very exposed, very thoroughly lubed, and very expertly gaped butthole would make for a much better time being used as a cock-warmer than whomever simply eating you. Based on the crackling of twigs behind you and the telltale snuffling of something scenting your lust, it seems that something rather large in stature is thinking about accepting your proposal. Your knees would be turning to jelly if they weren’t already in that state. You try to turn your head to get a look at your would-be lover, and you manage to catch a glitter of teal in your lower vision, but not clear enough to distinguish just what the tail may belong to. You hear a leathery ripple as the creature gets in close to you. You feel an extraordinarily hot breath on your rear end as it sniffs at you, appraising. You again try to turn your head, and this time manage to inch your head, until you see a scaly foot, your eyes travel up a powerful looking digitigrate leg, over a long, sinuous tail, to spines along the back, up a long neck, and your eyes finally meet the gaze of a huge Blue-Green Dragoness, a feathered crest rippling excitedly along her cheeks and back of her neck, patterns of blues and greens rippling slowly along her crest. You lick your lips in anticipation of your greedy hole being stuffed again so soon, your knees still shaking from the exertion of your previous tryst with the lake of slime. A Dragoness in the forest just happened to stumble upon you. Given that dragons are one of your favourite buttfucking-fantasy subjects, there’s a sudden upwelling of draconic fire in your belly. You remember all the research and monsterfucker forums you’ve scoured, gleaning as much information as possible. As you recall, Dragons are semiaquatic, and reproduce hermaphroditically, meaning they just need something to incubate their eggs as their own body temperature is too high for the sensitive proteins in a growing fetus. Back before civilization was wifespread, they used to impregnate anything they could find and pin down if they weren’t too terribly hungry, but now that there’s so many willing, sentient incubators, they more often than not just find someone into the idea than expending the energy to do it forcefully, although you wouldn’t say no to being pinned down and used by such a beautiful beast. That someone might be Humans who may or may not have been looking to get that kind of treatment, Elves, who were almost always definitely looking for that kind of treatment, and goblins, who just in general kinda sit on anything phallic that can ejaculate more than a gallon at a time. Almost surprising yourself with how excitedly willing you are to get anally obliterated by a dragoness, you wiggle your butt again, whilst holding eye contact with her. She looks almost amused, the corners of her eyelids crinkling a bit as she gingerly steps up to you, still face-down-ass-up, and still exceedingly well lubed from the slime. Her face comes around yours, and she opens her mouth, extending her tongue, looking at you in a.. What was that? A smug way..? You can’t really read dragons that well, and you don’t remember if they’re even sentient… Then you notice… Her tongue. It’s still coming out of her mouth. Holy. Fucking. Shit. Her tongue extends at least 8 feet from her mouth, dripping with dragon saliva, every bit as slimy as you could imagine, and commonly sought after as lube in most markets! You would know, commonly purchasing bottles of pasteurized dragon saliva by the litre for your own self pleasure with your assortment of huge toys back at home, that Claire is no doubt raiding right now as she has many times before when you’re not around. You don’t mind though. She got away with it a couple times before you put up a camera in your room, and upon reviewing the tape you realised that as she was enthusiastically bulging her tummy in your bedroom with your Brooklyn Supreme horsecock mounted to her own fucking machine, she was blowing kisses and winking into the hidden camera. Your relationship with her got a fair bit more intimate after that, only serving to deepen your relationship as a pair of monsterfucker besties. Snapping put of your reverie, you recall the ridiculous tongue and when you glance back, you clearly see where this is going. The Dragoness is definitely looking smug when the direction of the encounter dawns on your face, a hint of satisfaction there too. Without much further ado, she fluffs her crest and pulls her head back, the immensely long tongue staying in the air, as if she was taunting you with it, which of course she was, Dragons are notoriously horny pranksters after all. Her tongue dips out of view and less than a second later, wriggles into your well-loosened rear end, and careens into your guts, squishily impacting the upper end of your large intestine with enough force to make your belly button audibly pop out, making a small ‘Ka-pop!’ as her tongue freight-trains across the continent of ‘Transverse Colonia’, and right on down the Isthmus ‘Ascending Colonia’ until her tongue found itself on the borders of ‘Lesser Intestonia’, stuck at the border crossing, at least momentarily. Never one to be denied entry by reason of ‘nO pAsSpoRt’, and, ‘ThIs iSn’T a bOrDeR cRosSinG, yOu’Re a DrAGoN’s ToNgUe aNd i’M a PeRsoN’s InTeStInEs’, the dragon pushed on, her tongue banging on the door to your smaller intestine, rattling the gates, screaming ‘LET ME IIIIIIIN!!!’, until by the magic of her prodigiously secreted saliva being an unbelievably slick lube, the point of her tongue finds purchase against the valiantly resisting sphincter, only because your shuddering body has now been stuffed with eight feet of tongue… In only five feet of colon. Your bum is so tightly packed that you can barely breathe from the internal pressure, until she knocks on juuuust the right place, and much like almost ten feet of a dragon’s tongue vanishing into someone’s asshole, almost ten feet of the dragon’s tongue vanishes into your asshole! At a full and truly impressive length of fifteen feet, the dragoness’ barrels deep into your guts, long since fully cleaned out by the slime and thoroughly lubricated, making it easy for the dragon to make her snout meet your ass, her nose gently bumping your tailbone as you can do nothing but gasp and shudder, her magnificent tongue filling your mind just like your bulging, squirming belly. That is, until you consider the squirming. Oh shit, you forgot the second slime egg that was pushed deep into your bum, and is now being pushed around by the dragon’s tongue, the internal lapping of her tongue making you shudder as your tummy dances. She manipulates the soft, and by this point probably football sized egg. You feel her tongue flex, the muscular length stretching out, and conversely piling up against the egg, inexorably forcing it deeper into you. You feel your guts strain as the dragoness’ tongue occupies the vast majority of your digestive tract, and about 25 feet of an unrealistically extendable tongue into your backside later, you feel a slurp deep in your belly as the egg is shoved through your duodenum and in reverse into your stomach, and even though it’s more or less out of her way, you have noticed that she’s not letting up the pressure at all! “Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shi-!” is all you can think, as your organs strain with the mass and tension within the dragons tongue as she gently, yet firmly fills any empty space all the way from your asshole up into your stomach. Her tongue slowly, steadily packs into your stomach, the squishy orb of the slime egg forced to deform, straining the entrance to your throat before finally, her tongue has at long last conquered your body entirely, and the slimy squishy egg fits through the opening into your throat. Thanks to the enormous pressure the slime egg was under, once it was finally shoved into your throat, it was almost shot straight up the elastic tube like a slingshot. Your neck bulges and you cough and gag as the deep blue of the egg becomes visible in the back of your mouth. The pressure in your throat is driving you insane, the dragoness’ tongue tickling the inside of your stomach not helping as you heave once, twice, and finally with your jaw feeling like its about to dislocate, the egg rockets out of your throat, shooting across the clearing and bouncing into the trees, off in the direction the slime that shoved it up your ass in the first place had meandered! You breathe heavily, panting as dragon saliva oozes out of your mouth and trails in the direction the egg launched from your well-stretched throat... You think you might even have heard a gloopy splash of the egg impacting the slime, it probably wasn’t far off at all anyway. You’re quickly brought back from your reverie to full alertness when the tongue currently filling your entire digestive tract begins to pull out, getting a gasp and moan, and another moan, and another as your ass feels as if it’s nearly being pulled inside out by this thick, rough, gloriously long and slimy tongue! Your body clenches around the retracting probe, your core flexing out of your own control and yet it just keeps coming and coming, slimy dragon saliva practically water-falling off her tongue as she retracts it into her own mouth and throat, clearly enjoying the taste of bringing you to a shuddering gasping orgasm… And keeping you there. You are so anally overstimulated by her tongue endlessly emerging from your guts that you simply can not stop cumming! Your stomach still dances and flexes and spasms erotically as your muscles do their best to help her tongue along their way until she is no longer an intruder, but not doing much more in reality than exquisitely intensifying your continuous orgasm, until you finally feel empty, her tongue at long last vacating your small intestine, your belly no longer squirming, and it finally releases its sinister orgasmic hold in your ass as the tapered tip of her magnificent tongue emerges from your now extraordinarily well tested ass. Satisfied and letting out a relaxed sigh, the Dragoness reaches out with her massive forepaw, gingerly grasping you and lifting you up as she rolls onto her back, flattening the grasses and moss that cushioned you so wonderfully as she treated your guts like an amuse bouche. You look behind you, and you feel your stomach drop. She’s letting out her ovipositor, and is clearly interested in stuffing it up your guts, based on the way her forepaws are gently pressing your hips towards the gargantuan horsecock currently sliding out from the slit between her legs. More and more cock slides out, oh god, it’s easily 3 feet long and 10 inches around! You glance back to her face, her glittering teal eyes fixed on yours as your ass slides closer to her bitch-breaker across her smooth scales, and as you’re focused on her, you feel a tap against your butt, and realize her cock has pushed put even further! You look back at it an see… Uh oh. Her slit is stretching around a big ball of flesh, stretching wide around it until a volleyball sized knot pops out of her sheath, and her dragonic egg-cock is finally fully extended, and is now knocking at your back door as your lubed up cheeks squish to the side of her fat cock-tip! She stops being so gentle at that moment. You gasp in shock as she gives your hips a strong push, and the dessert-plate sized horselike-like tip of her cock schlorps into your ass audibly, your slutty bum hole gobbling her glans like it was one of those blue bananas that tastes like ice cream! Her eyes lock onto yours, the teal and green and blue intoxicating in the golden sunlight that filters through the forest canopy as she begins to forcefeed herself into your guts, her cock wetly slopping past the colorectal sling and breaching your descending colon, puking steaming hot precum to lube its tunneling into your backside as your belly already bulges obscenely. Your breath is forced from your throat in throaty gasps as your intestines and diaphragm compress and stretch, and before long the incredible fullness is making your body shudder uncontrollably. You orgasm as you spasm, the internal massaging of your intestines suckling her great dragon dong making the dragoness grunt as she gives a particularly forceful thrust. Will a slurping pop, your realize her cock has forced through the sphincter separating your descending colon from the transverse, and with the internal shifting of the half-flared tip, your belly button inverts completely, now standing out from your tummy as the bulge moves across your stomach for a full foot before the mind-melting sensation of deep stretching resistance comes back, signalling to you that her oviparous penis is requesting forceful entry into your ascending colon! Your body quickly grants access, skipping any internal bureaucracy in favor of opening right up and gobbling up more of that yummy dragon cock! The sheer stretch is unreal as her pre dribbles out of your ass around her- Wait… You realize that her fat knot is finally pressing up against your ass, and your greedy hole is already relaxing even more to take it. You moan like a complete slut (which you absolutely are, your horny lil monsterfucker you!) as your bum is stretched beyond what you think would be normally humanly possible! Her knot pulses in time with her great heartbeat, the heat of it squeezing, sliding into your rectum and compressing against your inflexible pelvis, only taking you higher into orgasmic nirvana. The stretch goes from filling, to tight, to gorilla grip, all the way to almost painful! Your ass stretches to its limit around the dragon’s knot, and almost straining audibly, before the swelling ball of flesh finally hits the point of no return, and finally sucks deep into your ass, as stoppable as a fully loaded freight train as it slams into place past your pelvis, locking your wide-stretched butt-pussy onto the root of the dragonesses beautiful, gut filling member! Curiously enough, the dragoness doesn’t stop pressing fown on your hips at this point. Rather, her right paw stays at your distended waist, curling around to cradle your back, while her left paw moves to your shoulders, her (finger/toe?) gently caressing your cheek as you gasp at the unbelievably full and flaming hot sensation that fills your ass and intestine before coming to rest on your shoulders, and the dragoness once again applies pressure. You’re confused as the base of her cock is between your asscheeks, so you can’t really imagine how she could get it much deeper- Oh. That’s how. The lowercase ‘n’ of pure cock extruding from your tummy shudders and surges forward from your belly as her member quivers excitedly inside your body, the tip of her impossibly flexible erection somewhere close by the connection between your small and large intestine, and still spewing enough precum inside you to push the slick slop past the antisocial sphincter and even deeper into the core of your being. You feel her belly indent around your buttcheeks as the pressure on your shoulders and waist increases again, the few inches she gains in forcing into you seeming like miles as her vulva like cockslit begins to stretch around your bottom as you realize that this isn’t all she has to offer cock-wise, and that there is in fact, more length of cock to be fed into your body within her own. The dragoness huffs softly and purrs as what amounts to pussy lips for her kind begin to stretch to accommodate your fully impaled bottom, the soft skin and scales tickling you as the wet warmth of the inside of her sheath heats your rear end, and yet more dragon cock makes its way into your ass. The flat tip of her cock butts up against the internal gate, her slick precum already having worked through into your small intestines and now offering her horsecock a significant advantage as she forces your even deeper into her own body, and more of hers into you. You stretch almost painfully deep inside, the pressure where no pressure is supposed to be turning your erotic grunts into a squeal of shock as her penis pops through! You look down at your belly and see that you’ve been utterly claimed. Her cock is so massive and crammed so deep into you that instead of looking like a lowercase ‘n’, the bulging of your tummy now simply resembles a lumpy pregnant belly, close to the second trimester if you were going to gauge it at all. Grunting triumphantly, she forces 6 full inches through your stretched ass, likewise pushing you 6 inches deeper into her own pussy, your ass now swallowed almost entirely by her draconic pussy-sheath, which almost seems to be hungrily sucking you in deeper on its own. Her softball size knot forces into your belly and now makes the bulge on your tummy lopsided as the swollen ball squishes through into your descending colon and making each breath more difficult as your guts are squished aside, quite literally rearranged as this wonderful phallus sees fit. You look up from your lumpy tummy to see that the dragoness has let her head fall back, her long tongue lolling out of her mouth as her eyes roll back into her head, great panting breaths coming from her as she gives one final push on your shoulders and hips, and her cock finally slides into your ass in its entirety, as your hips disappear into her wet dragon pussy-sheath, your ass bottoms out in her canal with your legs being forced into a position where you can easily grab your own ankles as her pussy lips now ripple and squeeze sensually around your thighs, back, and intensely bulged belly as her knot finds its way so that it’s directly behind your navel, lodged within your transverse colon and throbbing heavily with her rapid pulse as you moan and grunt weakly, unable to take anything more than shallow breaths. The dragoness thrusts her hips as she finally orgasms, her cock flexing deep inside you as her knotted cock bulges with thick veins that you can feel theough your own stretched belly, even your belly button popping in and out with each pulse of her powerful heart as her thick urethra plumps up inside you, carrying her thick cum deep into your ass. It finally erupts in your small intestines; Your tummy jumps and shudders as your dragoness pumps her liquid love into your core, the thick fluid squishing through your guts in both directions until you feel her hot jizz squirting out of your ass around the actual root of her cock, about two or three full feet inside her own belly where your anus is stretched into what is likely to be a semi-permanent gape that any monster could just walk up and slide their huge cocks into at any given time, so much of the translucent white goo spraying into her own pussy-sheath that it begins to dribble out from between your belly and her labia. Her cum dribbles down her own scaled belly to drip onto the forest floor as your tummy inflates slowly beyond your massive cock-bulged belly with her seed, stretching her slit even wider as she purrs in satisfaction and gently licks your face. Soon, you feel a sloshing in your stomach and you burp unexpectedly, the unmistakable flavour of hot cum carried on your breath. You feel her cock twitch as her huge internal gonads pump yet another litre of steaming dragon spunk into you, and like a dry garden hose suddenly spewing water, a jet of creamy white that tastes almost like mildly salty rice pudding erupts from your mouth and nostrils! Your eyes roll back into your head as her cum washes through your entire digestive tract. Your body clenches as you cum yet again on her cock, your whole body desperately milking more of her salted cream out and into your greedy depths. You try to take a breath, realizing with some alarm that her cum is still fountaining from your throat and you start to fade into unconsciousness- You start awake with a cough, still impaled on the dragoness’ huge knotty horsey dong and with cum still dribbling from between your lips. All you can smell is jizz, but that makes sense considering your sinuses are plugged with the stuff. You glance groggily up at your draconic lover, only to see her eyelids squeezed shut as if she’s concentrating. A moment later, you understand exactly why, as the root of her cock that your asshole is so lovingly twitching around doubles in diameter as what can only be an egg barrels through her thick cumvein, slopping through your gaped anus with undeniable ease and being peristaltically shoved into your lubed and inseminated guts. Before the first egg had even made it through her swollen knot, another squishes into you, making you gasp and then hack and cough as you accidentally breath in a thick gob of yummy yummy dragon cummies. You writhe and gasp as the thick bulge travels down you ascending colon, gasping yet again as it is pushed rhythmically through into your small intestines, her flared cockhead audibly squelching inside you as the first egg is deposited deep in your body. Another slips through her cock as the second nears her tip, and the first is pushed even further into you as the next proverbial round is proverbially chambered. You can’t even tell if you’re actually cumming anymore, each egg wringing a high pitched moan from you. Another… And another… And another… You find your hands caressing your rapidly bloating belly as the smooth round bulges line up in your guts. The eggs keep coming, until finally, after what seems like an eternity of deep intestinal oviposition, the dragoness gives a weak grunt and the final egg is delivered into you with a fluid slush of dragon spunk to cap the experience off. Your belly is huge. You idly wonder through your mind fog how intensely your tummy is stretching her pussy, because the part of yourself that you can see looks like you’ve swallowed an overinflated beach ball, and you can feel her lower lips quiver around you, clearly stretched tight. The dragoness lets her serpentine neck relax, her head going to rest on the soft forest floor as she pants in her own post-nut fugue. The eggs within you jostle gently as she shudders, and yoilu are both still for some time, just breathing the sweet evening air after a good hard buttfuck. Soon however, you feel her shifting and all of a as sudden your view of the world goes upside down! She’s gotten up on her haunches, you now hanging from her stretched open pussy nearly upside down, her paws still on your back and shoulders, holding you inside. You grown weakly as your eggy cargo shifts with gravity, and you hear a leathery sound, looking around only to catch a glimpse of her huge wings unfurling. She’s about to take off for who knows where, casting you asking for the ride! You see her looking under her own belly, her eyes meet yours, and her still-sparkling blue-teal eye blinks at you, it is it perhaps a wink? She doesn’t give you any time to ponder the possibility, her mighty muscles flexing and flapping her wings, your exposed body buffeted by cool air as she takes off! Looks like you’re taking a detour to the dragons den, and you wonder just how long this tryst will take as you’re pulled along with her, skewered like a fish on an exceedingly sexy hook!
Chapter 1 - Mila finds a funky plant	Mila shivered slightly in the chilly fall air, watching leaves drift across the road illuminated only by the warm glow of the streetlights overhead. She was walking home from a late shift at the big grocery store in her mid-size town, climbing the hill to her home at a brisk pace to get put of the wind as soon as she could. Of course, the one day she forgot her parka at home was the day the arctic chill finally came rushing through the mountains, not to mention her feet being sore from a full day working the till, not walking around stocking or doing anything else. She would have loved to just quit, but with current societal issues, everyone knew the job market was crap and she was lucky to be paid more than minimum wage for what she had. Besides, she was sure her boss, a total karen named Candice with sickly yellow hair and bad make-up had it out for everyone and delighted in making her suffer at work. Mila supposed that a person’s character really did show on the outside after long enough. She thought about maybe going to her favourite spot in the small town as she walked, a nice grassy and mossy clearing just a dozen meters from the edge of the clearing that held the roadway. The sunlight always filtered through the leaves perfectly and warmed the rock that looked a lot like a chaise lounge, and Mila would frequent the spot to relax and read in the summertime. Alas, it was a cold fall night, and Mila thought better of it, deciding to go the next free day it it was warm enough. She sighed as she smelled the faint scent of a bonfire and the sweet decay of the leaves, remembering the one highlight of her day. A pretty redhead in pine green flannel and dark, torn jeans who smelled like woodsmoke, wild berries, and pine sap had chatted with her pretty flirtatiously in one of the few slow moments during the day. She chewed her lip, hoping she’d get the chance to talk with her, feeling her caramel skin warm as she blushed at the not-so-clean thoughts flitting through her mind. She pressed on through the headwind, at least glad that the moon was bright enough to see the unlit sections between the streetlights. A rustle to her right caught her attention. She looked into the bushes and trees, her skin instantly goose-pimpling as whatever it was rushed through the bushes and burst out onto the sidewalk, making Mila jump and let out a small squeak of surprise. A deer. A whitetail doe jumped out of the brush and bounced across the road followed by two yearlings half her size, disappearing into the woods on the other side of the road. She breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn’t far at all from the nearest house, the main town being a half a kilometre down the hill and a residential area about the same above, but the town was nestled between two tall peaks in a massive range filled with deer, elk, moose, and all the other things that like to eat them, so she hated walking home to her small apartment in the dark when all the critters were about and wandering in the patches of forest between her home and her work. She shivered again and started up again, feeling a little jittery from the adrenaline her body had released. The scent of the smoke grew slightly stronger. Mila breathed deeply, wishing she was enjoying that bone-warming heat that you only get from a fire. She made it maybe ten meters further before she heard something. A twig snapped in the dark off to her right. The same way those deer had come from. She felt the adrenaline flood her body even more. Something was out there for sure. Mila pulled out her phone and flicked on the flashlight, hoping it was just a squirrel or rabbit. She felt a slight tickle at her ankle and glanced down, her breath catching as she saw a lot more than grass tickling her exposed ankle. A woody root the thickness of the wrist was poking out of the unmowed grass beside the sidewalk, and was somehow curled around her ankle. Mila leaned down to unwind it, but stopped dead when it moved. The root extended from the soil, curling further around her leg, and tightening in a split second. Mila felt a wave of panic rise in her chest like bile, and she grabbed the tough limb, trying to pry it off of her leg. The root didn’t budge. Mila dug into it as best she could with her nails, but felt them flex and start to give before she made and progress in extricating herself. She looked up at the forest in fear, and looked higher as what she saw made her blood turn cold. The trees at the edge of the clearing were leaning over her, as if they were watching. The trees weren’t supposed to do that, they were not supposed to move. Everything Mila knew screamed that something was way off about her situation. The hot, acidic panic in Mila’s chest turned to cold dread as the root started to pull on her leg, shifting her focus back to it in an instant. She screamed out “SOMEBODY HELP ME!”, but there was no one nearby. She was halfway up a two kilometre walk to where all the houses were. The closest manmade structures were just a playground across the road, and nobody was there. It was 10:30pm, everyone in the little town was either on a night shift or in bed. She felt the root pull harder, and watched her foot disappear into the grass covered soil, and she lost any balance as the root pulled into the earth. She fell over, her hands scrabbling at the concrete as her other leg was grasped by another woody tendril and pulled into the ground, but she found no purchase. She screamed again as the roots pulled her entirely underground, the hole that had opened closing shut and not even leaving a scar in the grass as a piece of paper she had dropped drifted away in the cold autumn wind. … Mila felt the soil passing around her. The roots had been pulling her through a tight earthen tunnel for what felt like around five minutes. She had not really stopped panicking, she was still in the most bizarre situation she had ever been embroiled in. She was able to slow her brain down, and recognize that she was still breathing, there was no pain from any wounds beyond a few scratches or cuts from the occasional stone in the tunnel, and she hadn’t been torn to pieces by some kind of carnivorous tree system, meaning these roots were taking her somewhere. She couldn’t do anything about her situation, anyway. Her arms were pinned where they were, above her head as she couldn’t find any space to bring them down. That was starting to get a little uncomfortable but it wasn’t the worst that could happen. Since she couldn’t do anything about it, her Zoomer instincts and education were starting to work against her in lewd ways. She had always been into the tentacle monster idea, and even if it was plant based, a tentacle was still a tentacle! She just hoped it wasn’t like those fucked up guro manga where pretty brutal fates awaited the girls that were all wrapped up. She felt the tunnel widening as the ground slowly transition to a smooth stone that almost felt polished on her back as she was dragged across it. Finally, she was able to bring her arms down, her muscles thanking her as she lifted her head and opened her eyes, now seeing a blue glow further down the tunnel. Was that daylight? Had she been dragged through a tunnel so long that the sun had risen? The answer was no, of course. The tendrils dragged her into a large chamber filled with plantlife. Long, leafy vines hung from the roof of the chamber, grasses and ferns and even small trees grew in areas that had soil, and a glowing lichen covered much of the walls, winding around what looked like columns Mila had seen on ancient temples when she had gone on overseas vacations. Wait, those WERE massive stone columns. This place was man made! The chamber gave a feeling of being ancient beyond comprehension, and Mila was suitably in awe. She was so amazed in fact, that she didn’t notice when the roots stopped dragging her and unwound from her legs. Mila finally looked down, and seeing the roots retreating into the undergrowth nearest her, she jumped to her feet as fast as she could. Her clothes were a mess. She couldn’t help but feel a bit pissed off that both her shirt and pants were ripped, dirt and a small amount of blood staining the fabric. She looked herself over, shaking the dirt out of her curly hair and poking and prodding the larger scratches on her legs, belly and back to make sure they were just scratches and nothing was gushing out that shouldn’t be. Mila had never been happier to have been wearing a bra as she examined herself. It seemed to have protected her girls from the tunnel’s most jagged spots excellently. Having done her once-over, she decided it was about time to figure out what the hell was going on. She pulled her phone out of her pocket. No service. Of course, she expected that. She had no idea how deep underground or where she was in the the first place. She started walking over to the nearest stone column. As she drew closer, she was able to make out carven shapes in the pale stone, the blue light casting faint shadows in the depressions. She could make out shapes like the root-tentacles that had dragged her here and fortunately/unfortunately not molested her. Her eyes and fingers followed the roots carved into the stone, tracing over sharp letters in some long-dead language, finding the lines all converging on a carving of a woman, surprisingly detailed and with her hips set into the opening of a flower, as if she were coming out of it. Mila turned, gazing out into the chamber. She could see some doorways along the outer walls, leading to who knew where in what? Was it some ancient temple she was in, dedicated to a plant goddess and filled with sentient vines? As if to answer her unspoken questions she saw some of the root like tendrils spiralling down the column closest to her, coming from a gap between the pillar and the great pale stone bricks that formed the ceiling that obviously allowed enough roots for the unique plants in the chamber to grow. The roots came thicker out of the gap until it looked like they were squeezing through, their girth easily the same as Mila’s thighs. The roots reached the mossy floor, spreading out in a fanning pattern. Mila wondered if they were looking for her, and backed up cautiously. She definitely wasn’t convinced that these plants weren't just dragging her to where they dragged all their prey, but she had never really heard of disappearances in her town, so she couldn't be sure. Still, she decided to err of the side of caution and kept a distance from the roots. That is, until she stepped on a dead leaf, that crunched in a way that would be glorious on the surface, but made Mila freeze like all the roots did. It was vibrations, they were following vibrations. Mila’s breath quickened at that. They were searching for her. They started moving again, but this time they snapped into action, slithering across the uneven floor like snakes pursuing their prey, and before she could react they had touched and wrapped around Mila’s shoes. She gave a yelp of surprise and jerked one foot out of her left shoe, and the right quickly followed. Unfortunately for her, she stepped on a cluster of roots that took their chance and immediately spiralled around her right leg, the bundle of roots tensing and hoisting her up into the air, upside down. The roots swarmed her, wriggling under her clothes and wrapping around her left leg and both arms, immobilizing her. The roots continued to crawl under her clothes, brushing all over her and roughly stimulating the more sensitive areas. They continued to move until Mila could feel her heart pounding from the roots now grinding over her nipples and labia, and then they all stopped at once. The roots flexed, squeezing Mila tight in their embrace. Mila felt the breath squeezed from her lungs, but also felt and heard fabric tearing, until the buttons started popping from her shirt. The seams were next to go on her shirt and pants, and as they started to fall away she heard the fabric of her bra and panties tear, and the roots finally exploded outwards from her body, the pressure on her spiking as her clothes put up a valiant defence. Her clothes, now nothing more than tattered cloth and buttons, drifted to the floor as the roots nearly encapsulating her body wound back, revealing her smooth light brown skin, slender limbs, perky breasts, toned stomach and butt and her shoulder length, curly black hair. The roots that held her limbs didn’t let go, and mila couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, being held in the air now naked for all the chamber to see. Not that there was anyone to ogle her, it seemed her only company was flowers and glowing fruit. She smelled a fruity perfume grow stronger in the room, and at the same time felt her skin becoming warmer, almost to the point where she was breaking out in a sweat. Mila couldn’t help but suspect the intentions of whatever chemical laced into the pollen the flowers must be releasing, cause they were doing a damn good job of making her horny. She felt the heat in her body grow stronger, especially in her erogenous areas as the roots began to move again. They didn’t move towards any particular place on her body. Instead, they formed natural cuffs around her wrists and ankles, as well as a sort of supporting structure under her thighs, which were now being spread wide as the roots pulled her legs apart. She felt her face get even hotter than her nether regions as she blushed, and then she saw the real tentacles. Thick pale-green stalks drooping from the ceiling dropped towards her, their fibrous lengths unraveling from between the great quartz bricks like so many worms in compost. As the tendrils grew closer to her, the fruity scent became stronger. Mila realized the aphrodisiac scent must be exuded from the tentacles themselves as her hips gave a needy wiggle, Mila only now realizing how bad she needed it as she bit her lip in anticipation. The tentacles came into contact with her belly, the cool, slick flesh making her stomach jump as she wasn’t used to the cold. The tendrils spiralled around her belly and began to move towards her crotch and mouth, the latter moving quicker as the tentacle bumped into Mia’s lips, an herbal scent invading her nostrils. Mia kept her lips shut, she was horny thanks to the tendrils sure, but she wasn’t into letting them into her mouth. At least, that was what she thought until a thinner tentacle shot into her tight nostril and then down her throat, making her open her mouth and gag.The thicker tentacle took its opportunity and plugged her now open mouth as the nostril filling one left, its duty finished. Mia’s eyes were wide in surprise at the strategy the tendrils employed, and at the taste of the tentacle on her tongue as it slid to the back of her throat. It was almost like an aloe drink, sweet and jelly-like. A slightly sour fluid seemed to be leaking from the tip of the tentacle, and it seemed to be coming in higher quantities now. The tentacle suddenly started moving, pressing deeper into Mia’s mouth, the thinness of the limb allowing it to slip past her mouth and into her throat. Much to Mia’s surprise, there was no gag this time… Something in the sour fluid turned the reaction off maybe? Either way, she felt it bulge her throat as it started to slide towards her stomach, disappearing behind her collarbone, and shortly after popping through the sphincter into her stomach. Mia felt it coil in her belly slightly, the lack of gag reflex doing wonders to prevent her from panicking, even though she could only take a light breath here and there around the resident of her esophagus. Mia felt the tentacle plump up, deep down and just above her stomach, then a slight vibration in the tentacle said a couple things to her, either it was some kind of acid that would make her into an easily digestible meal for what was actually a carnivorous plant, or something interesting was happening. She didn’t see a way out, and didn’t see a reason for it to make her horny other than… THAT… So she decided to stay calm and see where it was going. She felt the tip of the tentacle that had leaked its sour fluid open up at the tip like a flower blossom, and something started to gush into her stomach, quickly filling it with a slick, heavy weight. Her stomach quickly filled with the sap, Mila feeling like she had eaten a full thanksgiving dinner already, and the tentacle not stopping. She started to feel pain, but the feeling disappeared as the sphincter in her stomach gave way and the fluid gushed through into her duodenum, Mila bow feeling instant relief.The relief wasn’t permanent though, and Mila jerked as she felt the tentacle shove more of its length down her throat, through her stomach and into her intestines, creating an odd pressure where there was never meant to be feeling. The tentacle slid through her mouth deeper into her belly, and she could feel her organs shifting as the tentacle started to wend its way through her guts, its ultimate goal unknowable. Mila could feel her belly stretching at this point, she felt the tentacle continue to pump its lubricating fluids through her guts, sliding through in a way that might even be pleasant… She wasn’t aware of how big her belly was at this point but to anyone watching it looked like she was pregnant at almost full term. She felt her belly button pop out as the pressure and fullness of her guts forced the depression inside out. Another tentacle investigated the new protuberance, its slime lubricating the way as it slid to the deepest part of her umbilicus… And it promptly slid through, something in the slime making her body open up in ways thought impossible to most, her umbilical scar opening up for the tentacle easily. Mila gave a weak groan as she felt the slippery tendril invade her belly button, now within her body cavity and taking great care in her delicate insides, but all the same preparing them for something with more slime, so much so that it leaked out of her navel around the invading organ, a drip of green slime running down her domed tummy. As the tentacle found its way closer and closer to her colon, Mila couldn’t help but wonder if it would do it… She had always been into tentacle monsters but surely this one wasn’t about to do THAT? Go all the way through her, her asshole stretched open by the girth of a tentacle that had plunged down her throat? Mila wanted it. Wanted it more than she could have imagined, wanted it so bad that she was immeasurably satisfied when she felt the thing slide into her colon and begin making its way to her butthole. Pressure from the slime it had been pumping to protect her guts from its mass was now knocking on her backdoor from the wrong way, and Mila could feel her butthole leaking the stuff, until the tentacle rounded the bend and the pressure overpowered her, a splash of green goop bursting out of her bum and splashing on the stones below. Now it was the tentacle’s turn, Mila gasped as much as she could manage as the limb reached her rectum… And Mila came as her anus stretched around the tentacle, her 22 year old body impaled from mouth to butt, and she loved it. She came so hard that she could feel her guts straining around the tentacle that occupied them, only adding to the intensity of the sensation. She lifted her head slightly, as much as she could with the tentacle in her throat, and looked at herself, the tentacle in her bellybutton caressing her insides as the tentacle the now emerged from her bum filled them. She looked up at the tentacles from where they descended from the roof, and saw curiously glowing bulges traveling along their lengths, drawing ever closer to her. She felt the tentacle coming out of her ass now teasing at her pussy lips, and imagined she’d have a hell of a story to tell if she ever got out of the temple. TO BE CONTINUED
Chapter 3 - Being a willing breeding vessel has its benefits...	Mila stirred, her sleep drifting away in sheets as the tentacles gently caressed her, almost cocooning her in the sinewy lengths. She stirred more, now half awake as she began to take in her surroundings, the dim teal light that filled the chamber softly illuminating a mass of limbs that had squirmed from between the stones and now held her body as if she was in a bed that adjusted itself to her body. Mila licked her lips, her mouth dry, and before she could look around there was a smooth white tendril in front of her face, the tip dribbling clear fluid that appeared to be water. Without much though at all Mila opened her mouth in a submissive’O’, the tentacle placing itself on her tongue and releasing a faintly flowery tasting water, which she gulped down eagerly, the coolness spreading through her chest like it was taking root in her lungs. When she was sated, the tentacle pulled away from her mouth and disappeared, and Mila realized something. She hadn’t asked for water. The thought that she was thirsty had hardly registered before she had been offered a drink, and it was almost as if the vines knew when she was finished drinking. She squirmed a bit in the tendril’s embrace as the worms, or tentacles, or larvae- Whatever was inside her belly, uterus and digestive tract began to squirm and proceeded to squirm harder as more of their glowing eggs ruptured and they were freed into her warm insides. She recalled all the orbs the tentacles had forced into her uterus and belly button maybe hours before. Mila couldn’t help but feel really weirded out, even as the first of the tentacles breached her cervix and as her belly button bulged outwards as the baby tentacles pushed against her body to earn their freedom. The ones in her belly pushed their way out first. Her belly danced, her navel pushed out until a Squirt of fluid escaped from her belly button and it stretched open around the sausage-like girth of a young tentacle, which slithered out of her body and fell to the ground, disappearing into the moss and roots. Two came out next, the stretch making her gasp in both shock and pleasure, reminding her that her navel was now an erogenous zone as they squeezed out, lube dribbling down her domed belly as the tentacles in her pussy finally broke through the resistance her cervix was putting up and jostled their way through her vagina, spreading her lips four and five at a time. The tentacles kept coming out, bigger ones stretching her navel, every divot and bump on their sinuous length stimulating her to the point of orgasm, and the ones pressing on her G-spot while slithering out of her pussy finishing the job. Mila barely registered when the tentacles started breaching from her ass, but soon enough her bum was stretched by the mass of three of the new worms squeezing out at once, forcing the ones in her pussy to slowly GRIND against her G-spot and clit, that orgasm being notably more intense than the others. Her eyes were rolling up and her arms and legs were twitching by the time they finally slid through her stomach, up into her throat and down between her breasts, her orgasms and immense pleasure making her mind go blank. She didn’t even register that the ones in her belly button had started coming out two and three at a time, and her belly was only half the size it was when she was filled. To be honest, it didn’t matter. She was at the very pinnacle of ecstasy. The tendrils kept pushing out of her, hundreds had exited her holes now, and with every one that pushed its way past her overstimulated lips and asshole she got closer to blacking out from sheer mental overload. Then, she did. ….. Mila woke up with a jerk, the sheets flying off of her as she sat up in a cold sweat. Breathing heavily, she looked around frantically, no sign of tentacles anywhere. She looked around, she was in bed, at home. She was fine, or at least she thought so. She began poking at her flat trim stomach, no bulges from eggs. She went so far as to poke into her belly button, maybe a small twinge but it felt… ‘Normal’ she thought with no small amount of disappointment. The tentacles, the eggs, the birthing, it was all a dream, though it felt real, sounded real, and well… smelled real. Mila finally looked at her phone for the time. 5:30 am. She still had hours left to sleep before she even had to start to get ready for her 2:00pm shift at the coffee shop. Later… As she pulled her pants up around her hips after getting all washed up and ready for the day, Mila noticed something she hadn’t before. The old terrarium she had from when she had a lizard years ago was set up in her bedroom, heat lamp softly glowing, and something resting, curled up in the corner. She got closer, whispering “No fuckin way…”, realizing it looked just like the tentacles from her ‘dream’, now very obviously a reality. It was a soft purple, smooth with the occasional protruding vein or ridge here and here. It stirred, one end of it lifting sleepily and pointing towards Mila, as if looking at her. Mila felt a horny flutter in her tummy as she got a delicious idea, and with no time to lose, she pulled her pants down around her butt, unlatched the front of the terrarium, put her ass on the edge, which gained the creature’s immediate interest. She reached back and spread her cheeks, inviting the tentacle to enter her forbidden cavern, and cooed softly as she felt its cool flesh press up against her now tightly puckered butthole, squirting several cups of lubricant into her colon before firmly pressing inside and quickly slurping itself into her guts, making itself very much at home. Today was going to be a very interesting day at work indeed.
Chapter 0 - Probed	It’s pretty close to midnight when you get the shop all cleaned and closed up, and you’re more than ready to walk the single kilometer home through the park. Locking the front door of the coffee shop, you breathe a sigh of relief and pull a small plastic bag out of your coat’s inside pocket, revealing a joint you had rolled just this morning, for just this occasion. As you cross the street and walk into the park along an unlit but rather short trail, you consider the likelihood of being assaulted by some vagrant, but as far as you’re aware nothing like that has ever happened here. You traipse into the wooded area until you’re sure no one will see you light up; Sure it’s legal nowadays but you still like to keep your substances private from the uniform you’re still wearing. You breathe deeply, the smoke filling your lungs and seconds later making your brain buzz as you continue down the park trail. You hear the wind rushing through the trees, and glance up, seeing a cloud obstructing the moon. You look back down and continue, idly wondering if it’ll be raining tomorrow. Wait… Clouds aren’t supposed to look so smooth… You look back up and see what appears to be a pitch black almond directly above you. You stop in your tracks as you stare at the object hanging above you. As you watch, a small spot of light appears on the bottom of the object, and you suddenly feel light headed. Light everything, in fact. Glancing back down you realize you’re no longer on the ground. You’re levitating about three feet from the trail, a distance that increases slowly as you watch, before suddenly you are hurled straight up in the air, flipping end over end! You try to scream, but the air is rushing by you so quick you can’t make a sound without your breath catching! The joint falls from between your fingers and plummets back towards the ground as you keep rising. Clearly, the almond is a flying saucer and you’re currently being abducted by aliens. You hope they don’t eat you. Your upwards momentum slows noticeably, and seconds later the light on the bottom of the alien craft illuminates you before you’re sucked through the hole, which silently irises closed behind you. You’re nauseous from the sudden motion and coming to such a sudden halt, still suspended in whatever gravity field is holding you. After catching your breath, you glance around the room to see it’s unoccupied, and the loss of your precious hand rolled joint hits you like a freight train. A door opens in the far side of the hemispherical room, a tall figure sillhouetted in the light spilling in. It moves in, its upper half perfectly still as its lower half undulates like a pile of worms. Holy shit, an actual alien. The alien moves close enough for the light in the room to illuminate it properly, and what you see is not terribly appealing, unlike some fantasy would have you believe. It looks a lot like an octopus crossed with a tree. At the base of its body, it has four thick tentacles that undulate, carrying its mass across the floor, and it’s body looks a lot like a massive pill stood up on the base. It has a single, gigantic eye that stares unblinking at you, making you feel a little anxious that your worry about them eating you wasn’t entirely in vain… It approaches you, a large horizontal mouth below its singular eye splitting into what is clearly a predatory leer as its tentacles lash out and enwrap your body. With a jerk, it yanks your bound form out of the gravity field and without so much as a word turns around and heads for the same door it entered through. You can hardly breathe. It’s squeezing you so tight that your tits are flattened against your chest, and your arms are completely bound at your sides leaving you free to wiggle your ankles, and that alone. The alien carries you down a clean white hallway, and dips into what looks almost like a broom closet, but a broom closet that has some kind of multi-armed robot mounted to the wall. The alien lifts you in its powerful grasp and unfurls its tentacles enough that your belly and chest are exposed, and then it presses a button to the side and the machine hums to life, digital eyes flashing on as the robot begins to examine you, gently pressing cool metal fingers into your belly before it draws back, and a beam of blindingly bright light shoots into your midsection! It’s hot, the light doesn’t even illuminate your skin much, instead passing right through into your abdominal cavity. You feel a bubbling sensation in your guts, and feel your insides cramping as the light simply erases any solid material in your digestive tract. You burp unexpectedly, the gas smelling like the burger you had just before locking up the shop. Another alien enters the room and observes you next to the one restraining you, and once the light the robot is piercing you with is extinguished, it grabs you as well, wrapping its thick tendrils around you and very obviously flicking your nipples, making you gasp in shock. The aliens lift you and carry you into a larger room, where they unceremoniously rip your clothes off. their tendrils slide beneatch ypur clothes, from neck to pant-leg on each side, and then they pull. Your clothes split immediately and after they drag the shredded cloth feom your form, you’re left completely naked! Looking down in dismay at your exposed body, you notice that the machine they used must have removed all your body hair with its light as well! While you’re still gazing at yourself, one of the aliens wraps a limb around your head, tilting it back and wriggling the tip against your lips in an effort to get into your mouth. You don’t comply that easily, prompting it to pinch your nose until you’re forced to open your mouth to take a breath, and like clockwork the tentacle slithers into your mouth and pries your jaw open. Your eyes dart back and forth as the aliens cluster around you, five in all now. One of the Roper-esque creatures is carrying something that looks like a long, narrow funnel with a harness at the end… And before you can voice your protest the alien jams the funnel-thing into your mouth, pushing it well past your tonsils, uvula, and into your throat where it slides into your trachea, completely blocking your esophagus. Your body wants to puke, but there’s nothing in your digestive tract anyway. As your body spasms with dry heaves, you glimpse one of the aliens flex its trunk-like torso, and a long, shockingly pink tentacle emerges from a slit near the base of its body. Oh god, it just keeps coming out! There’s no other word for what you’re seeing other than a penis. It’s big, long, pink, strong, and it clearly wants to dance all night long! You feel queasy looking at the thing, surely they can’t be planning to fuck you? How on earth will it fit, or are they just going to make it fit? Unpleasant images of ruptured organs flit through your mind as the alien draws near, slathering some kind of oil on its cock eagerly. You struggle against your captors, unable to say any meaningful words through the gag, but your panicked vocalizations come through clear as day. You scream and start to cry as the oily appendage of the one claiming you shoves directly into your unprepared asshole, battering aside any resistance your poor stretched anus could muster and completely ignoring your twitching pussy, aside from one tentacle mashing your clit as it drags over your body. The alien shows no concern for your own comfort as it crams its vein-studded appendage through your sensitive ring, stretching sphincters painfully as you gasp in shock, pain and sheer fullness. Your belly bulges up past your navel with alien cock rapidly burrowing into your intestines and pushing through sphincter after sphincter until it meets the end of your colon, where it pokes around, finds the smallest sphincter yet and plows through into your small intestine. It feels like you’re being repeatedly punched in the stomach, and it just keeps going… the alien enthusiastically feeds its twenty foot cock into you, drawing squeals and moans with every sphincter it batters through until your belly looks like a tightly wrapped bag of udon noodles. Your belly button inverts with a ‘pop!’ and stands out atop your tentacock packed tummy, straining further out with every laboured breath you take. your gasps and moans of discomfort mean nothing to the aliens, in fact they think they’re moans of pleasure, as they’re just dipshit alien burnouts looking for some cute human to get their rocks off with as an anal onahole they chatter amongst themselves excitedly as the alien currently stuffing your large and small intestine finally makes its cockslit kiss your asshole. 20 feet of cock, hilted in your guts. It starts to cum. You feel thick pulses of alien cum surging through the length buried in your ass and deeper into you, making your belly quake and shudder. The orgasm reaches its tip, and with a groan you feel hundreds of massive sperm flooding your guts. Each the size of a small egg, they squirm in your tummy as more and more are forced into your guts, until you feel a liquid rush in your belly, and with a burp squeezing around the gag, you feel it rising in your throat. Your mouth opens on its own as the sperm meet the throat gag the aliens shoved into your mouth, and immediately pressure starts to build in your tummy, no release possible due to the sheer depth of the aliens cock precluding any of its hyper-sperm from wriggling out of your butthole. Instead, one of the aliens babbles in its goofy-ahh language and raises a tentacle. You feel like you’re gonna pop, you groan weakly as the alien 20 feet up your butt shudders, still pumping sperm into you. Your tummy strains, the skin stretched thin and red, your navel strained to the breaking point as it pulses with every heartbeat and load of sperm pushed into you. The alien that’s babbling finally stops (they talk annoying asf) and pointing its tentacle overtop your tummy, it slams the tip into into the center of your belly button, twisting the tendril and drilling into the center of your umbilical scar. It’s trying to break through your skin! Your umbilicus is forced to indent into your taut belly where it twists, stretches, and finally, agonizingly, it happens; Your belly button splits open into a new fuckhole in a shock of pain that makes you gasp and scream through your gag as its thick limb drives through your navel and into your overstuffed body cavity. Hot tears roll down your cheeks as the alien up your bum is still pumping more oversized sperm into you. The alien breaking through your belly button chuckles gormlessly as it stuffs its unlubricated tentacle through your umbilicus, stretching your navel WIDE open; You can feel it sliding around amongst your overstuffed guts, forcing several feet into you until it drags its tendril out, making you groan loudly at the rasping of its moist skin in your flesh. It pulls its tentacle out of your tummy with a ‘schlur-pop!’ leaving your broken navel gaping slightly as it reaches into a nearby glass tank filled with green fluid and pulls out a thick worm-like organism. The thing thrashes, splattering green goop everywhere in the alien’s grip. You cringe in revulsion looking at the thing, two sucker-like mouths, a fat, dark red fleshy body and a bulbous tail squirming as it brings the thing over your domed tummy, and drops it onto your skin with a wet plop. The double-mouthed worm thing wriggles as it slides around on your stuffed and heaving stomach until jerks, its toothless mouths searching until it moves, having found your new tummy-hole. It leaves a trail of slime on you, and letting out a squelch of excitement, it wastes no time in shoving its two mouths through your broken umbilicus and squeezing its fat body into yours. You gasp and groan at the undulations of the thing shoving itself in between your abdominal muscles, your abs flexing as best they can while stretched so thin to deny the intruder entry, but alas, it disappears through your navel with a massive stretch of your abused flesh and a wet ‘schlorp’ , only the tail now visible and rapidly disappearing as each bulb of it pops into you and it wiggles into your guts. You scream again through the throat gag as you feel the worm latch on to your internal organs, and a hot melting feeling radiates from your navel. The parasite is merging with your flesh, one of its mouths connecting to your small intestine, the other grabbing on to your femoral artery, and the tail melting into your flesh to make itself one piece with your broken belly button! you feel it like an ember in your belly until it’s nearly connected to you completely and the sensation fades, leaving you panting and sweating. Suddenly, you feel the thing connect to your nervous system and your brain lights up. Your belly button and now connected hole is suddenly way more sensitive than your ass or pussy, and as the alien once again shoves its tentacle through your belly button hole you cum, forcefully splattering squirt up the front of the one hilted in your ass. You orgasm continuously as the alien stuffs your belly button this time, and it slides its tentacle further into you than it did on the initial button-breaking penetration, and good god that stretch… It feeds five feet of tendril into your navel and you orgasm the whole time, your belly straining far enough that stretch marks race down your skin. It’s as if your navel has become a second pussy connected to your guts, and by the time it pulls its limb back out, it’s now covered in a slick sheen of mucus secreted by worm that’s completely integrated with your flesh, you’re shivering in pure ecstasy as the first egg-sized hyper-sperm wiggles through your new organ and starts to emerge from your belly… And is sucked back into you by your new navel-hole’s muscle as the cock in your ass begins to deflate. The alien 20 feet in your ass begins to pull out, your belly rapidly reducing in size as the alien loses its erection and pulls out of you foot by foot. Your insides suckle hungrily at the retreating member, or is it just the lack of lube making your insides stick to it? Orgasm after orgasm is wrung out of you at the sensation of the veins rubbing your g-spot from inside your ass, your gasps and moans truly becoming that of pleasure now. The still-swollen head of the alien’s dick catches in your asshole and drags the sphincter out, and with a jerk from the alien, it pops out in a mess of clear lube and wriggling alien sperm. They flood out of your ass in a tidal wave as your stuffed belly deflates, your pussy quivering and squirting as your navel does the same. The alien shuffles away without so much as a kiss, and within seconds another lines up to take its place. You look the newcomer it its single massive eye, and leering at you hungrily, it lets out its own cock, and by the forerunners, it’s way longer than the first! Wasting no time with their nonsensical babble, the next alien viciously slams its cock through your anus and pounds the top of your colon with it, bulging your belly way more intensely than the first! The air is forced out of your lungs as it hits your diaphragm and curves, following your guts until it slurps into your small intestine and keeps going, just like the last one. This time isn’t like the last one though… You feel the alien stop feeding its cock into you as your tummy is again expanding with its cock-pregnancy, poking around until it finds the hole it was looking for. You feel something deep inside stretch, and you squirt all over your butt-lover again as your navel bulges out obscenely! Several huge sperm are forced through your tight belly button, where they pop out noisily and sloppily and plop on the metal floor, wiggling uselessly until you both see and feel your belly button stretching around the aliens cock, fucking its way out through your navel! Clear alien cum-lube squirts out of your navel, splattering on your domed, writhing belly, and your hyper-sensitive navel gives up the ghost, and with a final splurt of clear alien precum, it stretches and gapes wide open as the aliens cock emerges like some perverse worm from the earth. You stare in shock at the wriggling pink tendril that’s busted out of your belly, both horrified and aroused at your predicament. It surges further into you, and so further out of you as well! Your mind goes blank yet again at the rasping of its pronounced veins slithering through your insides. It pushes a full six feet through your navel, slime sheeting off the alien phallus as it wriggles softly, veins pulsing visibly with the alien’s odd 3 pump heartbeat, and then it flexes towards your mouth as the alien babbles something completely incomprehensible, but it makes sense a few seconds later as another of the aliens grabs the back of the gag wrapped around your head, undoes some kind of latch, and pulls it out of your throat, leaving slime and sperm free to surge up your throat single file, your genetic cargo spewing from your lips as soon as the gag leaves. You heave and vomit more sperm, until the tentacular penis unceremoniously shoves into your mouth and pushes your tongue aside before barging into your esophagus. Your throat bulges obscenely as the cock and sperm force back down your throat, the bulge of the thing’s glans disappearing behind your collarbone and ribcage, down past your vital organs, stretching the elastic tunnel to the breaking point until it pops into your stomach! Only then does the alien hilt itself in your bum, several feet more of cock sliding out of your belly button to form a writhing ‘n’ from your belly to your throat, and you gurgle weakly around the length occupying your throat as you feel the first bulge of alien spunk squeezing through its cock and into your guts. Another bulge. And another. You keenly feel where inside your guts the alien took a detour to violate your navel from within, and your mind explodes as your belly button stretches even further around the emerging load of sperm, your pussy squirting and quivering as the bulge finally reaches your mouth, and the sperm are forced through the tentacock one at a time, each popping into your stomach and quickly wriggling through the sphincter and into your duodenum, presumably in search of alien eggs to fertilize. Tears sting your eyes as your body is strained beyond what anyone could imagine, the incredible fullness making you light headed… Oh wait, that’s probably the oxygen starvation from having an alien cock shoved down your throat for the last minute. You begin to panic as you realize you’re close to passing out, your body spasming in response to your alarm. You’re lightheaded, and while the feeling makes your current groin-soaking orgasm that much more intense, you don’t wanna die whilst impaled like this! You jerk, feeling the eyes upon you as the alien occupying your ass groans in relief, his own orgasm coming to a close as the last bulge of sperm pushes into your guts. You moan as loud as you can, your mind beginning to fade even as the fresh sperm have finally found their way to the other alien’s load, the pressure building and even forcing some out around the cock buried in your ass and gaping your belly button, popping out of your holes and shooting across the cream-white room, some even splatting on the walls before flopping around on the floor. You’re quickly passing out, and by the time the last bulge surges into your stomach and the alien drags his dick out of your throat, leaving the sperm to surge out of your throat in great heaves until your stomach has emptied, your mind is just a dull grey fog punctuated by orgasms as the cock pulls rapidly through your slackening guts, the glans popping back inside you through your belly button, leaving it gaping lewdly and widely enough for the sperm to wiggle through. Soon, though, the heaving stops, and you’re finally able to take a great breath of sweet oxygenated air before coughing up a half liter of alien cockslime that you inadvertently inhaled. The aliens babble amongst themselves, three of the group not having had any way with your ass yet. The one that just pulled out of you says something to the others, and after a few more murmurs from the others, one of them places the flat of one of their tentacles on your sperm filly cum-tummy, and pushes down hard. Egg-like sperm spew from your lips, asshole, and navel alike as the alien squishes your tummy mercilessly. You nearly cum with every single one emerging from your ass, and every one emerging from your belly button sends you over the edge. You can’t breathe for vomiting alien spunk all over, your head leaned back as your throat bulges wildly, stretching so much it hurts. Eventually though, three or four minutes of the alien squeezing your guts later, the flow finally comes to a close. The sperm stop surging from your throat, leaving only a few stragglers for you to throw up as their wiggling makes you nauseous. The wigglers in your guts are easy enough to push out like any normal bowel movement now, but your ass is gaping lewdly each time you relax your muscles now. You hope it’s not permanent. The last spot for the sperm to emerge is your tummy, the alien massaging and squeezing them out through your navel by squishing your stomach until they’re under the new junction in your organs, and pressing into your belly hard enough that they’re forced through the rapidly tightening hole. It seems satisfied with its work, and removes its tentacles, and you can finally take a breath that isn’t shallow, filling your lungs fully. You lift your head and look down along your body, surprised to see that your tummy is as flat as it ever was, with no visible stretch marks to indicate the ridiculous strain your body was just put under. You can feel that your asshole is still gaping though, the cool air in your rectum and colon making you feel achingly empty, and you find yourself almost wishing they would continue. Sadly for your horny/stockholmed little brain, it is not to be. The aliens grasping your body pull you off the floor where they had initially laid you and begin to carry you over to a table nearby. They gently lay you down on the table, still holding both arms and legs, and they pull on your limbs until all of them are pinted directly out to the sides. Your hip flexors ache and threaten to cramp at the sudden splits, the the aliens seem to understand this much about your physiology as they massage the muscles around your pelvis, not being careful at all to avoid plunging three or four feet of tentacle each into your abused bum during the massage. You decide the fullness and fresh stretching of your anus is better than the emptiness, and sigh happily as your belly bulges again, however far more gently this time. The butt-rutting ends soon, your disappointed moan as they retract telling you more about yourself than you care to admit. You look at them and then catch sight of the one holding the probe. Oh fuck. It’s a big, shiny metal stick with big steel bulbs all the way down, the one at the tip is huge! It’s easily six inches across, going down to what looks like four. “No way!” You burst out. Eyeing you inquisitively but showing no understanding, the alien moves closer to your clearly visible undercarriage, slathering a slick slime onto the largest bulb. You can’t help but feel a sting of alarm at a crackle of static electricity along the shaft. “That’s too big! If won’t fit!” You yell, before the alien holding your left limbs shoves another tentacle into your mouth to shut you up. The alien with the big metal stick drops it between your cheeks, the cool hard metal making you jolt and squeak as a spark of static arcs directly on your gaping anus. The metal makes full contact with your hole, and you feel your flesh stretch. It hurts in such an erotically pleasing way. The stretch is beyond anything you’ve ever felt, yet your feel your body making way for the hard probe as it forces through your anus. You squeal around the tentacle in your mouth as the widest part of the metal ball is slowly, agonizingly forced into you, pushing so hard that your hips creak and spread, your ligaments stretching and aching until the ball finally slides through, and it freight-trains through your rectum, stretching its way into your colon as the alien giggles in delight and feeds more of the metal stick into your butt. Your guts expand around the ball, slowly stretching its way until it’s at the very top of your descending colon! The alien keeps pushing it into you, working to get the final bulb inside you, you start to groan louder to tell them it’s just too much, you feel like they’re about to break something! You jerk and shudder and groan loudly and finally, the alien stops. Panting around the tentacle, you look down and see the gigantic bulge of the steel probe all the way up to your sternum! The alien holding the now still probe fiddles with something on the end of the stick, and your vision goes white. You scream around the tentacle as an electric surge runs through your body, direct through your asshole. You can feel it running along your spine just about seeing every nerve alight! You gasp and shudder, but just as suddenly as it came, the shock stops. Still shuddering from the static running up and down your back, the alien fiddles with the stick again, and you feel the balls deep in your ass… Deflating? The sense of overfullness you were not exactly enjoying disappears, and the alien slides the stick with now-small lumps across the length out of your destroyed anus, and the alien simply wanders out of the room with the tool. You hardly have time to catch your breath before the two holding you still hoist you off the table unceremoniously, carrying you between them like a sack of potatoes, all the way down the hall to a familiar room, in fact, this is the same room they sucked you into the ship with! The aliens carrying you approach the open hole, and craning your neck you can see the ground, several streets you recognize, and- Wait wait, holy shit, you’re hundreds of feet in the air! You try to scream as they toss you through the hole, but all you manage is a surprised ‘whoop!’. You don’t plummet like you expected. Instead, you find yourself floating down to the earth rather gently. You look back up at the aliens watching you from the now closing iris in the bottom of their saucer. One of the pair waggles a tentacle, finally saying something you can understand. “Bai baiiiii!” You almost unconciously lift your right arm and give a little wave back, but then something in the field lowering you to the ground changes, and you’re flipped around right before you pass the tree line, giving you time to prepare for your landing. The gravity field sets you down gently, and without so much as a shudder, you flop onto the grass on your side, naked, gaping asshole in full view right next to the park trail you were walking along. By the time you look up, the alien’s blacked out ship is already streaking off into the sky. It takes you something like half an hour to recover in any reasonable way, enough to get up and stagger over to the pile of clothes they ripped off of you so eagerly… At least they left your wallet , keys, and phone in your backpack, but you’re still without clothes! Given it’s the wee hours of the morning, at least you presume until you look at your phone… Yep. 3:47 am. You figure you can make it home without being seen, you live just across the park from the shop you work at anyways. You stagger home, legs weak from the brutal butt/gutfucking you just endured. You have some trouble finding the right key as your hands are still shaking from exertion, but once you manage to stumble into your cottage and lock the door, you make your way on autopilot to the bedroom and fall onto the mattress. You’re asleep before your head hits the pillow. … … You wake up gently, your eyes struggling to open and your hair an absolute rats nest, the kind that only comes when you’ve had one of those really restful sleeps. As you wake, you remember your encounter with the extraterrestrials the night before. The memory jolts your mind into wakefullness and you sit up, heart pounding. You throw the covers off yourself and look over your body, but nothing seems to be amiss. Boobs, check. Pussy, check. Asshole… They’re all there! Your fingers graze your pucker and you’re surprised to feel it’s just as tight as before last night… Was it all some fucked up dream? Your breath catches as you recall the aliens drilling through your navel and letting some kind of worm squiggle into your belly and bond to you, and your fingers move to your navel, dipping into the indent and feeling your belly button. To be honest, the initial agony of the alien drilling out your belly button only magnified the pleasure you later felt. Totally normal. Unless… You put your right index finger in your mouth, wetting it with your saliva. Your point your finger into your navel and begin to press, your nail digging into the sensitive nub uncomfortably until, with a gasp and shiver, your finger slides deep into your navel, the new hole suckling and squeezing your finger hungrily with every beat of your heart. That confirms it, not at all a dream. You pull your finger out, your belly button achingly empty now, and you get out of bed and head for the shower. You make sure to grab a cold beer and crack the lid before you step into the hot water letting it run down your body, washing away the sweat and dried-on slime of the previous night. You set your beer down on the edge of the tub and soap up, the act of cleaning yourself feeling like the best thing in the world as you gently rub your loofah across your skin. You finish and rinse off, but stay in the shower, your hands drifting to your vulva and navel, your fingers gently rubbing your lips, dipping in to massage your clit as your other hand rubs around your belly button. You slide your index finger into your tummy again, your new hole secreting mucus and making it much more enjoyable to fingerfuck your belly button. It’s not quite enough though, so you step out of the shower, still dripping water all over as you walk over to your nightstand. Opening the bottom drawer, you select your favourite tool, a flesh coloured dildo with a vibrating bullet in the shaft. Now excited, you hop back in the shower, pulling the curtain asides and planting your shapely rear on the edge of the tub. You breathe heavily, spreading your belly button wide with your fingers as you bring the tip to the hole and press in. The pressure is ecstasy as your navel opens up slowly to accept the cock, and as the glans of your toy pops through the tight knot of skin and intk your new canal you shiver and moan. You slide it deep jnto your tummy, your body opening up to receive the invader as if you weren’t nearly mortally wounded last night and you’ve always had a fuckable navel. You pull it out some, and begin to thrust into your navel as your other hand plays with your pussy, rubbing your clit harder, dipping into your vagina to get at your oversensitized g-spot, and even pushing your fingers and shortly thereafter your entire fist into your butt! You could never even think of doing that before your abduction, and you blush at the sheer depravity you’re getting up to. You keep playing with yourself, you feel like you’re on fire until finally, you come. You squirt hard, and your belly button flexes so hard that the dildo you have buried to the root is impossible to pull out. You gasp as your orgasm goes beyond what you’ve had masturbating in the past, feeling like your entire nervous system is on fire! You clench hard, both sets of lips quivering and soft moans and gasps emerging from your mouth… And then it’s over. Your body relaxes, releasing your balled up fist that stretches your bum wide as you pull it out, and the dildo hilted in your navel slides out easily, though it drives you to a smaller, secondary orgasm as the glans catches inside and pops out, your hole gaping lewdly as you stuff three fingers inside amidst the heat of your lust just to feel around inside your new biology. You sink down into the tub, curling yourself sideways in the bath and letting the hot water cascade over you as you pant from the release. You stay there till the water runs cold, and eventually groaning in discontentment at the now-frigid shower, you shut it off and stand up, toweling yourself dry. You walk back to your bed, and hearing the call of Morpheus, climb back under the sheets, pulling your duvet all the way up to your nose. Your nipples rub on the sheets, still engorged from your masturbation session and arousing you once again; You’re too tired though. Fucking yourself so thoroughly whilst remembering your treatment at the tentacles of the aliens has taken all the energy out of you, and as you slowly drift back into the realm of dreams, you shiver in delight at the sensations still shooting up and down your spine. You close your eyes, knowing that as soon as you wake up, you’ll have to do the exact same thing again, but that’s for later. All you know is that you’re passing out hard. As you drift off into a peaceful slumber, your belly flutters gently, as if something was slowly wriggling within you. The sensation is nice, relaxing even, but at this point your mind is too exhausted to consider the implications and switches off, and you sink back back into the oblivion of a dreamless sleep.
Chapter 1 - Clogged Pipes 2: Spelunking boogaloo	The last of the eggs schlorp out of your butt with a flood of lube, your belly finally deflating with a wondrous release of pressure as several gallons of the blue-green slime the tentacle always splurts into you finds its exit into the tub, now halfway full of shiny deep blue eggs and cum… or lube… Both? You don’t care, just the tentacle filling you with spheres was more than enough to make you happy as could be, caressing your eggy belly like a properly pregnant mother, that is until whatever kept the eggs packed inside your guts dissolved and they came barreling through your colon, barely leaving you enough time to sit on the edge of the tub before you anally birthed what looks like hundreds of eggs. The thick tentacle is still there, still coming out of your shower drain looking like a thick, veiny pool noodle with a teal cock head and a bright green shaft, still puking that delicious teal slime all over your butt-babies before it starts to move towards your rear end again. You agree wholeheartedly with the sentiment, reaching back and spreading your cheeks to make access to your new baby-hole as easy as possible. The tentacle points itself straight up, splurting a couple cups of lube over itself before it once again shoves into your asshole, squishing through your rectum eagerly and ramming into your colon with such excitement that it bulges your flat belly, rearranging your insides like an ADHD teen does their room. You feel it pour lube through your large intestine as it wiggles through your clenching asshole, massaging your guts as it slurps around the bend, and travels down to the entrance to your small intestine, a sphincter it gently kisses with its massive glans before dumping a gallon of cum lube against the ring, slime squeezing into your most delicate region before the tentacle tenses in your butt, and pushes its way i to your small intestine, stretching you in ways that are indescribable, pleasurable, and deeply uncomfortable. You orgasm as the continuous inward movement and pressure in your belly drive you over the edge. You look down at your belly and see it squirming with the tentacle shoving itself into your bum, quickly reaching the point where it had delved and surpassing it with ease as it splurts out more and more slime cum to lubricate its journey, the sheer mass of it causing the pressure in your tummy to spike. You massage your belly as foot after foot of tentacle slides through your abused bumhole and swells your midsection further, the pressure of the mass of the tentacle and prodigious amount of slime cum making your tummy shudder and bounce as your navel stands at attention, forced to an outie as the pressure builds until it reaches a crescendo with 20 feet of fuck-meat and gallons of cum stuffing your guts. You feel your belly button pop out and as it does a glob of slime shoots out of your throat and onto the bathroom floor. With every foot the tentacle slides into your ass, you find the sensation of your belly button straining against the pressure surprisingly arousing as you cum again from the sheer pressure in your belly, now looking pregnant with a colony of snakes as teal slime drools out of your mouth and nose, dribbling down your face, onto your tenta-pregnant tummy and splatting on the tile floor. You feel a slurp in your guts as the tentacle reaches your duodenum, the piece of intestine that connects to the stomach when the movement stops. You look at the tentacle that’s emerging still from the shower drain and you’re a little surprised to see the tentacle thinning, becoming more and more narrow in the middle until the connection is hair thin, and the it breaks. The tentacle resumes its journey, shoving the glans through the sphincter and into your stomach as the new tail-end of the tentacle slithers into your bum. The tentacle continues to draw itself into your ass as the end tapers off, the glans now forcing itself up your throat, until it finally pops out and into your mouth, slime finally splurting between your lips as it makes itself comfortable in your digestive tract. The tail finishes squiggling into your bum, the tentacle finally disappearing into your ass entirely at the same time. The tentacle stops moving, leaving the glans stuck in the back of your mouth as your guts writhe around the unwelcome visitors. You stand up, putting a hand on the counter to balance your tentacle stuffed belly before slumping to your knees, your overstuffed tummy now rubbing on the floor as you kneel, your busted navel throbbing as a trickle of slime spurts out. You run your fingers over your protruding belly button, and the hot spike of stimulation from your strained and sensitive navel makes you shudder, taking as deep a breath as you can manage before the tentacle jerks, the tub full of tentacle babies apparently ready to hatch. You look down at the eggs you had stuffed in your ass a mere 10 minutes before, now rustling and twitching as the offspring are apparently very eager to hatch and find tentacle butt-mommies of their own to brutally butt-breed until they too collapse from the pleasure, speaking of which, is exactly what you do. Too bad you’ll miss the hatching, but having a 30 meter long tentacle taking up your digestive tract as an airbnb does excuse you at least a little. To be continued… Maybe???
Chapter 2 - Eat your greens! (Or they’ll stuff all your holes)	Mila was just coming down from her orgasmic high, the tentacle that had spearheaded the journey from her mouth, down her throat and through her guts and was finally popping out of her asshole was rubbing at her pussy, getting her riled up and ready to cum again. It squished her labia this way and that, the slime that coated the tendril’s surface getting into every nook and cranny on her girl bits, until after several seconds it pressed its head against the opening of her vagina, and unceremoniously squelched into her flower. She shuddered as it ground past her g-spot, stars popping in her eyes when it squished up against her cervix and opened up with a deluge of its slime, the pressure quickly causing the goop to noisily splurt out of her pussy and spatter on the stones and moss below. She looked at the tentacle that was gently thrusting in and out of her belly button as the major penetrator continued to soak her cervix in slime, through what was a tightly bound knot of scar tissue and was now apparently a fuckable hole, a fact the tentacle was taking full advantage of as the glowing bulges she had noticed earlier drew within five meters of entering her mouth and navel. She was either too horny to care, or wanted to see what the plant monster had in store for her. It didn’t matter, all Mila knew was that it was hot as fuck and she kinda hoped that she could stay in the cave, or temple, or wherever the hell she was. The bulges continued to glide along the tentacles until the blue glowing bulges finally reached her mouth, stretching her jaw slightly and making her throat bulge even more than it was with the tentacle rammed down her esophagus, but what really made her ears perk was the bulge that was just now reaching her bloated, pregnant looking tummy. The invader in her belly button had stilled, and Mila could only feel the slight peristaltic motions as the orb was pressed up against her navel. It halted, and Mila could feel her belly button stretch as the golf ball sized cargo was forced against her belly, the tentacle determined to deposit its cargo. It pushed harder, denting her belly button inwards, and the stretch grew greater, and the feeling wasn’t unlike doing the splits when one was unprepared. It pushed harder, the sinewy muscle in the tentacle now hard and tight as it increased the pressure on her navel. Mila felt like she might tear in two, the force becoming a bit painful before the widest point of the orb was through, plopping into her belly with and “Shlorp!”, and the next was pressed against her navel and into her mouth, taking much less pressure but still some discomfort this time. Mila lost count of the orbs that had been pushed through her belly button and down her throat ten minutes later, but the stretching of her navel had become almost pleasurable after only eight orbs were pushed through, deposited neatly in her body cavity as her belly writhed and danced and bulged, the orbs now passing through her small intestine within the tentacle running through her digestive tract. The tentacle that was sticking out of her bum and pressed into her pussy and against her cervix was still splurting its slime against her uterine passage, but it was also thrusting now, as if… “Shlurch!” Mila screamed as well as she could as the tentacle slurped past, her cervix giving way and it at last pushed into her uterus, deflowering her in the most complete sense possible. The tentacle throbbed as Mila arched her back, her eyes wide from the shock and felt the orbs running through the tentacle make it into her colon, shlorping through the sphincter from her small intestine and running the final mile It felt like the longest string of anal bead that had ever been fully inserted, one and two and three and then suddenly it was up to twenty one, twenty two, twenty three orbs stretching their way out of Mila’s bum before they started pushing in between her labia and forcing through her cervix, making Mila gasp with every orb that was deposited into her womb. The stream of orbs pushing into her navel had slowed down by the time the orbs finally went through her body and pushed into her vagina, trickling down to one every five seconds or so, and glancing up Mila couldn’t see anymore sliding down towards her overfull belly. At this point as the tentacle was pushing the spheres into her womb she looked like she was at full term with triplets, and she imagined she was going to look that much more pregnant when the creature was done with her pussy. Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop… The shlurps of each orb forcing through Mila’s cervix had made her cum several times since she stopped counting the ones that had made her asshole the number-one poster on r/buttsthatgrip, and she was cumming for a third time now, the flow of eggs slowing down to a trickle like they had with the tentacle still buried in her belly button. There were no more orbs being pushed down her throat, and it was a short matter of time before her bum stopped getting the internal massage she had been enjoying more than she should, and it seemed that all the orbs the tentacles had to give were stuffed into her uterus and navel. It was about then that the tentacle in her pussy pulled out of her uterus, the sudden jostling and shifting causing several of the orbs to slip into both of her fallopian tubes, the slime having done its work and making her parts supremely elastic in order to avoid unpleasant consequences. She came yet AGAIN as orbs kissed her ovaries, firmly deposited in her body and among her organs until something happened. Mila felt a good deal of surprise as the tentacle buried in her guts began to retract, the motion making her belly dance as the slightly bulbous head of the tentacle stirred her insides around as it popped through her small intestine’s opening, leaving her colon achingly vacant. It slopped around her, Mila tasting her insides now as the tentacle slid over her tongue and back into the darkness above. She felt as it cleared her small intestines, backed out of her duodenum, through her stomach and finally dragged the bulbous tip through her throat and out of her mouth, drooling obscene amounts of both mucus secreted by her own insides around the invader and the tentacle slime that had lubricated its passage in the first place. As soon as the tip cleared her lips, she gasped, breathing in an uncomfortable amount of slime, and immediately began coughing it back up. When her airway was finally clear, all she was able to say as she breathed heavily and reclined in the embrace of many more softer tendrils was “Holy fuck…” Mila was finally able to get a better look at herself without her throat being occupied like it was. She looked down, her belly having shrunk a considerable amount without the mass of the tentacle spearing her all the way through, and she now looked like she was merely at a full term pregnancy. Or a full term pregnancy and a half. It didn’t really matter, she thought. It was definitely better to be used as an incubator, or so she assumed rather than a meal. It was at that moment that the last tentacle occupying her body decided to vacate its vaunted position, Mila gasping like a virgin getting eaten out for the first time. The sudden friction and pulling in her navel was uncomfortable, but in just the right way. More tentacle slime poured off the surface for the belly button invader as it slithered backwards, a surprising amount of length pulling her poor abused belly button away from her belly. A close contender for her asshole on r/buttsthatgrip, but she decided that her belly getting tentacle-fucked probably wouldn’t count. The tentacle came to an end, the thicker tip of this one pulling from behind her abdominal wall before it pulled free with an audible pop and a flood of lube from her overstuffed belly button. She ran her hands over her belly, now bulging with the reverse indents of the orbs in her tummy, her fingers finding her modified navel. Mila was surprised at the intensity of the sensation of her fingers slipping inside, her fuckable belly button almost sucking at her fingers like a needy pussy as her other hand found her swollen pussy lips, starting to rub around her clit as she fingered her newly fuckable belly button, masturbating to the situation she was in, despite the tentacles not even being out of view. She came hard with little provocation, her fingering her navel having helped with the stimulation. It seemed she had a new erogenous zone and very sensitive hole to experiment with! She jerked in surprise, her post-orgasm delirium disappearing quickly as the soft tentacles that had supported and caressed her as she was mercilessly gut-fucked gently letting her down and depositing her on a bed of moss. She couldn’t quite be sure if it was her imagination, but she thought the bioluminescent light in the temple was growing dim, like the creature wanted her to sleep, and for its brood to gestate. Nevertheless, within half a minute Mila was sound asleep, with changes beginning in her body that would change how she lived out her days from then on.
Chapter 1 - Issues with humping	Hey everyone, I was wondering if any Pokémon Trainers could give me some advice? I got traded this high level Arcanine recently and I've run into some issues. He very quickly showed that he doesn't have much respect for me. I haven't really had many Pokémon battles and I think he can sense that? He disobeys me, pushes past me, and is overall very demanding. Worst of all, he's started being sexually inappropriate towards me! I woke up to him climbing up on my bed. (At his size it would be impossible to sleep through) It took some persistence on his part, but eventually he managed to force me to get on all fours so he could have his way with me. Ever since he's been trying his luck whenever the opportunity (and his canine cock!) arises. When I shout at him to get down he either ignores me or worse snarls at me! And if I try pushing him off, he'll scratch my thighs with his hind legs and occasionally nip at my neck. Considering how huge he is I know he's actually being quite gentle, but it still makes it very intimidating for me to try and correct his behavior. Because of this, for the last few days I've stopped punishing him when he mounts me. I thought that just allowing it to happen would make sex feel less exciting to him and lead to him getting bored, but if anything he seems to be mounting me more often than ever! I haven't been giving him treats or praise when he does this, so i'm not sure why it's getting worse! I'm starting to worry that forcing himself on me is going to become an ingrained habit. I've asked for advice in other places online but it hasn't been much help. Mostly I keep being accused of being some pervert or Pokémon abuser, if I wanted this to happen why would I be trying to find answers to stop it online, right?? He's spent his whole life with humans so it doesn't seem right to just release him into the wild, but it's not like I can just offload this problem onto another trainer. Any advice?? ---- - Try putting him in his ball when he misbehaves. ---- - It better be a Master Ball to contain this pup; especially if he's as powerful as she says he is. An Ultra MIGHT contain him but a Master definitely would. Though we can be sure, he's not going to be a happy pup when he's let back out again for sure so make sure you have some sort of containing methods or barriers put in place before you release him again! ---- - Don't forget about the positive reinforcement training. PokeBall when they don't listen and a treat after they do. ---- - As a Pokémon nurse, I would suggest bringing them over to the nursery and seeing if this behaviour is connected at all with a lack of promising mates. Oh! And if you have any eggs from these encounters do be sure to bring them over.
Chapter 2 - Failed restraint training and aggression	Appreciate you all being so supportive! I tried to follow some of your advice and went out to buy a couple of Pokeballs, there weren't any ultra balls in stock but they did have Great balls! When I got home he almost immediately gave me an opportunity to try some corrective training, pinning me in the hallway and sniffing up my dress. I took one of the Pokeballs from my purse and tried to put him in time out. He did NOT like that! He very quickly managed to break out of his Pokeball, and ended up grabbing me by the hair using his jaws. He dragged me out into the garden and put me on all fours, I was so lucky to not be caught by the neighbors! Usually when he reaches climax he'll tie the knot and just relax and enjoy the next 30 mins cumming in me, but this time he kept popping it in and out snarling at me! That left me so sore I could barely move! When he pulled out I assumed he was done teaching me a lesson, but every time I tried to get up he put a paw bigger than my head on my face and pushed me back down into the grass. Once I figured out he wanted me to stay, he plodded away back into the house, and a few minutes later came outside with the rest of my Pokeballs. I had to lay there and watch while he dug up my garden and buried them! It's gonna be such a hassle fixing the lawn... I'll keep the positive reinforcement training thing in mind. Obviously putting him in a Pokeball as punishment is out of the question, but I'll try and find a way to follow your advice, any other ideas are appreciated! ---- - Try wearing a chastity belt and some form of hard mask over your mouth so he can't force fuck your holes. ---- - Arcanines respect heirarchy. So, if you want your arcanine to stop forcing himself on you, what you need to do is get a bigger, more powerful Pokémon and make him think that this new Pokémon has claim to you. ---- - A Garchomp would do nicely for this since they're resistant to fire. ---- - One thing you could try is relieve any pent up lust before it becomes an issue. For example, if you notice he's starting to get on edge, offer to jack him off first that way you deescalate the situation before he takes the matter into his own paws. A friend of mine trained their Stoutland to ring a bell whenever he needed to go out, so perhaps you could do the same with this. Train him to let you know whenever his desires get out of hand so you can take care of them. I believe this method would be much better than simply trying to cut him off cold turkey as that can lead to increased aggression and violent behavior. ---- Regarding the chastity belt idea, I don't think any physical barriers are going to help unfortunately. He already knows nipping and scratching gets me to consent, I'd probably just end up teaching him that he can bully me into stripping too. That bell thing sounds like a good idea! At the very least this can work as a stop gap to stop him hurting me to get what he wants, hiding the scratch and bite marks is becoming a hassle - the last thing I need is for people to think I have sex with Pokémon!
Chapter 3 - Bell training problems	Hi everyone, just popping in to give you an update on my progress with my Arcanine alpha! I made progress in some places, but may have slipped up elsewhere. I'm starting to get a pretty good sense of when he's horny, sometimes before even he does! I went with the advice and bought a bell that he would be able to easily grip in his mouth. When he followed an order, I rang the bell, and then rewarded him by spreading my legs for him. I intended to slowly ease him out of sex, to hand jobs, to treats, but the thing is he's a REALLY smart Pokémon. It took very few humpings for him to learn to ring the bell when he wants to fuck, rather than adopting the good behavior I wanted from him. He's already using the bell more often than me, and i've had to drop whatever I was doing every time to see to his needs, so he doesn't nip at me to get what he wants. Honestly, it's done wonders to reduce his aggression so thank you so much for the idea. Unfortunately it hasn't done anything to stop him fucking me, but he's very affectionate now that he thinks I've accepted my role as his mate. (I haven't!! I'm just trying to figure out how to go from here to undo his habit!) ---- - Ahhhhhh, he's an alpha! You hadn't mentioned that before and explains much of his previous behavior! I must apologize though; had I known, I would not have recommended the bell method for fixing his behavior. As you said, alphas are very smart and able to turn such training to their advantage. I am glad to hear it has reduced his more violent tendencies. However, you are in very perilous territory. It is crucial that you take the next steps very carefully. He does indeed now see you as his mate, to use whenever he sees fit. You must reassert yourself as the dominant one in the relationship immediately. While normally I would recommend simply denying him any further sexual relations, as an alpha's chosen mate, I'm afraid you won't have that luxury. Instead, you have to take control of the mating. Cowgirl is probably the best position for that; tell him to lie down and begin riding him, praising him for letting you be in control. Once he cums, calmly remove yourself from his penis and place your vagina over his mouth. Make him lick you clean until nothing remains. This will establish you as the one in control. YOU MUST NOT ORGASM OR LET HIM KNOT YOU UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES! Should either of these happen, or heaven forbid both, he will see this not as you asserting yourself but rather your ultimate surrender to his dominance, an active and willing participant in your mutual pleasure. I wish you the best of luck. ---- Ohhhhhhh so that's why my training hasn't been working. I've been letting him knot me this whole time!! I've been letting him do it because he stops misbehaving while he's tied to me, I figured it was a good way to keep him out of trouble? I actually followed another posters advice and have been doing kegels while tied because I thought getting every drop out of him would reduce his stress - it didn't even occur to me that being knotted would encourage him even more! As for stopping my own orgasms... A few days ago that was easy, but for some reason when he rings the bell my body's, well, lets just say making itself more ready for him. The extra lubrication is making the experience - while still inconvenient and humiliating - far less uncomfortable for me. I'll follow your advice and try to initiate our next romp so I can get on top of him! I haven't been on top since getting him, but being able to move at my own pace should help me restrain myself so I can focus on avoiding his knot and making him cum first! ---- - Oh my! I'd meant do kegels IN PREPARATION, not while he's fucking you! No wonder he's only gotten worse!
Chapter 4 - Dominant role	Hey everyone, I got an opportunity to try taking a more dominant role over my partner today! I was scratching my head trying to come up with a plan, how am I supposed to convince him to let me get on top of him? Then it hit me! Belly rubs! He demands them from me multiple times a day, so this time when my Arcanine rolled over and barked at me, I distracted him with that attention and took the chance to straddle him. He seemed a little irritated at first, but when I lined his cock up with me his mood improved quickly. His willingness to try new things is such an admiral quality! It really motivates me to keep trying to help him even if i'm not making that much progress with his sexually aggressive behavior. The way he sticks his tongue out while being ridden is super cute! When I could tell he was getting close I kept my hands on his waist, so I could lift myself off his knot, but in a flash - before I knew what was happening - he managed to flip me onto my back! With this much Arcanine weighing down on me there's not much I can do, so I'm just politely waiting for him to finish cumming. Also I stopped doing kegels while tied, but he grinds his knot in me to try and reach a similar amount of stimulation. I had to start squeezing on him again before he pushed me to an orgasm. Being tuned into a quivering mess while he's barely moving probably sends the wrong message if i'm ever going to ween him off this inappropriate behavior! ---- - Well, at least he didn't get in your ass first time ---- - Girl might as well buy a collar and leash for herself because she's the pet now. ---- - That is actually a good idea, mastermax850; perhaps she could try taking him anally next time to help lessen any stimulation for her from the act. Naturally, she would want to practice beforehand as having an alpha Arcanine's cock as her first experience would be quite trying. --- - He got you off of him? Oh no… that’s a shame. Sincerely, you may want to consider bringing in someone experienced with Pokémon training. If not, then my biggest recommendation is to keep trying to ride him, but do what you can to make him cum faster before he can flip you. Massage his balls, scratch his chest, bounce faster… get really into it. If he THINKS you’re having fun in control, but he still cums first, he might accept your position… ---- - Excellent suggestions! Another option would be starting with some oral to get him further along before you start riding him. Though then, of course, you would want to be careful and not provoke him into knotting your mouth instead. ---- - Make sure to provide the belly rubs, scritches, and "good boy"s while providing oral.
Chapter 5 - Biting issues	Hey trainers! Been a while so I figured i'd stop in and tell you about my progress with my mischievous Arcanine. Ever since I've started trying to keep his knot out of me, he's been very insistent on finishing with me on my back, instead of my hands and knees like before. I guess he wants to read my face to see what i'm up to? I worry that giving him challenges to overcome to get his knot in me has only made it more rewarding and mentally stimulating for him. I've tried wrapping my fingers behind his knot to simulate the feeling of knotting me, but he shoots so much pre his knot just slips through my fingers while he's thrusting, leading to a comfy and snug tie with me! He's also started a new troublesome behavior. He finds it a little more difficult to get his knot secure in a mating press than how he usually has me on all fours, so in frustration he clamped his jaws around my neck, those canine teeth are really sharp! I managed to appease him by wrapping my legs around him and lifting my hips up to press against him, until his knot was as snug and secure as possible! That really did the trick to calm him down, I had him happily licking my face! Since then, i've gotten in a routine where every time he knots me he bites my neck, and in response I lift my hips to grind on his knot. Can anyone advise me on how I can safely break this cycle? I'm considering rewarding him by licking him clean after fucking me if he doesn't knot me. ---- - Honestly, I think your idea of licking him clean has really high odds of working. While he is no alpha, my Lycanroc is normally happy with a round two and my throat when I don’t want him to breed me. If you can get him in the habit of wanting a round two over getting to breed you, you might be able to eventually work the knotting instinct out. Just be careful not to let him get his knot in your mouth, or let him get you into sex after you’ve started cleaning him, he’ll only like it more. ---- - You might want to start wearing a collar during training sessions. ---- - If he's biting you, the collar will take the brunt of it. If he's really chewing on your neck (dangerous), get a studded one, like the ones the SDF uses on guard-dogs. ---- - You might try reading Professor Breedlove's How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Knot for tips on how to be a power bottom for your Arcanine. ---- Thanks for the tips, knotting my mouth would definitely be an inconvenience for sure! With how obsessed he is about tying with me down below it's probably something I should keep in mind. Good suggestion about the collar too, I haven't managed to get him to wear a collar yet, but if I wear a collar, maybe he'll be more comfortable with the idea of wearing one too! Not to worry about the biting though, he's learned he just has to hold my neck in his jaws to make me give his knot some extra attention! A light collar should be fine. ---- - Oh my, what a troublesome situation indeed. I must say though; your persistence is incredibly admirable! Many Alpha owners would have given up by now and gotten rid of the Pokemon. The fact you haven't despite these issues demonstrates how much you care! I second the collar idea. Alphas often chafe at the thought of being restrained in any way, so a demonstration may help smooth that over. You may need to replicate this once you move on to leash training. Where you able to try our suggestion of anal intercourse at all? That may also help with the knotting issue as it would be harder for him force it into a tighter orifice. ---- If servicing him orally doesn't work out I'll certainly give it a try! I'll need to find a suitable lubricant before trying that though, even without the knot he's a very big boy! ---- - Oh, I'm sure! He sounds like quite the handful! If you do end up going that route, be sure to avoid water-based lubricants! They can irritate Fire-type genitals and make the area incredibly sore and tender. I believe there's a pretty common brand made from Slugma slime that would be much safer. ---- - you also want to be careful about your position shifting during breeding. One slight misalignment and you're getting anally knotted... which may be worse or better depending on your taste.
Chapter 7 - Harassing me in the mornings	- Been a while since we heard from you, how's training your Arcanine been going? ---- Unfortunately we've had a bit of a backslide with his training... I've had a really hectic work schedule recently, so, if my Arcanine is really insistent in trying to mate me, I've been giving in and rewarding his persistence. Problem is this is just causing him to keep pestering me longer and longer until I say yes! He always insists on mounting me in the morning. I do my best to avoid getting knotted, but he's waking me up nearly an hour before my alarm and i'm too tired to really stop it. I always remember to put up a little resistance to remind him i'm not his mate, but he pretty quickly puts a stop to that with a few well placed nips and scratches. He's far too clever for his own good! If I hold still after he corrects my behavior, his tail starts wagging like crazy, so trying to stop him clearly can't be upsetting him that much. Having to wake up early to let him mate me is a double edged sword, because this extra long work day makes me extra exhausted when I get home! I'm way too tired to deny him when he jumps up at me, so I just try to undress quickly to not ruin my work clothes and let him get what he wants. He'll usually drag me to his doggie bed in the lounge, and insist I stay cuddled up with him post mating. I've been spending that time napping to catch up on my beauty sleep! Outside of this troublesome routine of one morning and one afternoon romp, he's been quite well behaved! I've got a few more weeks before my schedule lightens up, and I'm a little worried it's gonna be tough to break this habit of waking me up early if I wait until then to correct it. Obviously i've tried keeping the door closed, but he just scratches it to pieces! ---- - Oh dear, yeah, I can only imagine how tiring trying to train a fully grown Arcanine on top of your regular work must be! I'm glad to hear you've been able to keep it limited to just twice a day at specific times! I've heard for some it can easily out of hand and their pokemon ends up trying to mate with them every waking moment. ---- - It's nice to hear that even with his badgering, Arcanine still cares for you and makes you get the rest you need to keep up with him afterwards! ---- - Just make sure you get back to the regular training schedule as soon as you can! The longer you keep up the current pattern, the harder it'll be to ween him off of it. And from how smart you've said he is, if he gets too comfortable, he might even try breaking the routine to liven things up and see how you respond.
Chapter 8 - Aggression when told no	Hey Trainers, status update on my unruly Alpha Arcanine! I've started his training again, trying to slowly wean him off his inappropriate sexual activity with me. It's been a real uphill battle. After getting home from work and giving him a stern no, I went to put dinner together for us, and he ended up knocking me down and pinning my back to the Kitchen floor! He really knocked the wind out of me! Before, I was able to make compromises to convince him not to knot me. When work picked up I had to take a couple of weeks break in his training, so I let him knot me every morning and evening. And how does he repay me? Now if I try to negotiate, he just barks and snarls! Not letting me get a word in! He's being such a spoilt brat. (His barks are so loud and deep and powerful, you can feel them in your chest! O////O) So now, I'm laying here typing this on my phone from the kitchen floor, with a ton of fluffy canine laying on top of me, and a snugly tied knot emptying an Arcanine's sack into me. I guess I'm just venting, it's really frustrating because outside of this behavior he's really well behaved, and i've gotten really attached to him because of it! I really should have got back to training him sooner. ---- - Have you tried wearing a chastity cage and face mask to deny him access to your holes? ---- - Do you want her to piss him off even more? Yeesh, she’s trying to get on good terms with him, come on. ---- - If she wanted good advice she'd be down at the Pokecenter getting it. They have people on staff whose job is to teach trainers how to have a fulfilling sexual relationship with their Pokemon. ---- - It really is her fault for putting it off this long. We tried to warn her what would happen. ---- - There might still be a chance to right things, but you'll have to be incredibly diligent and firm with his training for at least a year to break him of these bad habits. If you slips up even once, you might end up having to just live with the consequences of your mistakes.
Chapter 6 - Collar training	Hey trainers, I tried a few of your suggestions and wanted to let you know how they turned out! I've bought a collar to wear around the house while training him. It's actually really hard to find matching collars with such a massive size difference between us, but it was well worth the effort. Seeing me wear my collar made it much easier to get him to wear his, finally I'm making progress with him! Once I got the collar on him, I rolled onto my back and spread my legs without him forcing me to. Instead of trying to trick him out of knotting, I simply asked politely if he'd finish in my mouth instead of knotting me, he seemed to really appreciate that - he didn't even bite my neck while mating me! When he reached climax, he did let his knot slip into me for the first minute or two, but the moment he finished his orgasm he gave a firm tug and his knot slipped out. That's much faster than normal! I know technically he didn't follow the terms I set - but that's still progress - so when he turned around to shove his butt in my face, I let him slide his cock down my throat. He's got his balls resting and twitching on my nose while i'm typing this on my phone. It's really weird seeing his... biology so up close. I feel like he could lift weights with how powerfully his perineal muscles flex! Also the fur on his sack is kinda tickling my nose, I'm really trying not to sneeze right now lmao! ---- - Wonderful to hear! Its honestly so promising to see him coming to terms with your boundaries when you set them, all it takes is a little compromise. The more ground you give up in the oral and even maybe anal department, the more you can wean him off of his breeding urges. Then its as simple as reasserting your control and you may finally be able to stop having sex with him! That is, if that is what you want. ---- - Good to hear. I still say you should learn to love it, though. ---- - Such a good amount of progress in a short amount of time! I'm proud of both of you! Just be careful not to push things too fast, or he's liable to backslide. Remember, slow and steady wins the race!
Chapter 2 - An in-depth examination	Jesse screamed as the tentacles pulled out, or more accurately, she gurgled noisily as a wave of pressurised cum shot out of her holes as the tentacles pulled out of every hole they had invaded and let her fall. Her stomach did cartwheels as she spun in the air before a thick pink tendril with the penis-head she saw before scooped her out of the air and started to pass her down the walls, the light from the surface already dwindling along with the industrial lights above. Her ass and pussy still spewed cum as the pink tentacle put pressure on her belly as it emptied out from that marvelous fucking. Jesse wasn’t going to lie to herself, this pit was fucking amazing. But seeing as the pit was drawing her ever deeper and she had no idea how deep it went; she wasn’t likely to escape anytime soon. With that in mind, she quickly decided that she might as well see what her new friends that had rescued her from captivity had in store for her and enjoy it as much as possible. She glanced upwards again, coming out of her thought and was shocked to see that the light was already just a distant speck. How damn fast were these tentacles moving, and just how gentle were they actually being with her? She pondered as she was swallowed ever deeper into the darkness. It came sometime later, ten minutes at least that she felt her downwards momentum slow, all her holes having closed up and re-tightened and the afterglow of orgasm faded at this point. The tentacles she could no longer see dug into her flesh slightly as they supported her weight. She looked up and could no longer see the light from above. There was no more cum flying out of her, which she was fairly glad about. She was not however terribly enthused about not seeing anything, especially when she didn’t know if the creatures here were going to fuck her or eat her or something else entirely. “Hello?” She half yelled as the tentacles held her in the air. “Anyone- er, thing got a light?” As if in response, she looked around and could now make out a fleshy hole in the wall that seemed to be glowing. It was seconds before a new tentacle with a yellow glowing bulb emerged from the wall and slid towards her. “Thanks, so do you understand me then?” she inquired to no one in particular. The glowing tentacle waggled its tip up and down. A definitive yes, Jesse decided. “So, are you going to eat me?” It waggled side to side. No. “Ok, so what’s gonna happen from here?” The glowing tentacle wiggled in the air and turned, moving back to the wall and lower than the hole it had come out of. The illumination revealed a flesh-like platform that seemed to open into a cave, now glowing faintly as more bio-luminescent spots started to glow orange, blue, or the same soft yellow that her companion gave off. Jesse smiled as the warm royal purple tentacles holding her above yet more of the gaping chasm brought her to the platform and set her lightly on her feet. She arched her back, feeling her spine pop in the most satisfying way, and she was surprised to find she was stretching further back than she was used to before being cooped up in a cage and tied to that steel harness. One of the purple tentacles caught her before she pitched too far and righted her. She looked around, incredulous at the courtesy from what ten minutes ago she thought were mindless fucking machines and then asked the glowing tentacle “Did you do something to me? Make me stretch easier or more flexible or something?” The tentacle waggled up and down. Yes. “What did you do to me?” The tendril wiggled in the air again, something Jesse decided must mean “I can’t explain that, I don’t know sign language, dumbass.” Jesse decided she’d stick with yes or no questions from now on as she started to walk into the softly glowing cave, alive with more wriggling and glowing forms. She had walked maybe ten meters when the glowing tendrils reached for her, slithering around her arms and legs. She felt a twinge of frustration at her ability to walk being taken away yet again so soon, but the creatures, or creature more accurately, was going to do what it was going to do and there was really nothing Jesse could do about it. It obviously wasn’t going to eat her, you didn’t talk to your food as you marinated it, so she would just go with the flow. The glowing limbs lifted her of the ground into a seated position, and the original yellow limb drew very close to her, pointing itself directly at her as it seemed to be inspecting her. Not seeming to inspect, that tentacle must be an eye! She thought to herself. The eye tentacle pointed at her face now and so she asked, “You can see me with that tentacle?” It waggled a firm Yes before it continued examining her, examining her eyes, ears, breasts, stomach and back before finally focusing on her genitals, her ass and pussy fully illuminated by its glow. Jesse felt herself blushing hard as the tentacle drew close to her center. It felt different when they were just tentacles, now it was almost embarrassing to have this intelligence gazing at her so raptly. Without a hint before it happened, the eye tentacle pushed against her folds and sank into her pussy, the yellow glow disappearing as it slid further in, Jesse gasping at the sudden penetration. It plumbed about eight inches in and met her cervix, the tight ring of muscle barring entry to her most sacred of places. Jesse felt the eye tentacle press against her cervix, and she jerked as she felt what was like an electric shock deep in her core. The painlessly tentacle pressed through into her womb, tight again after the fluid from the previous tentacles wore off. The eye tentacle wiggled around, apparently examining every inch of her flesh before she threw her head back and screamed at a sudden and extreme pressure in her uterus. The eye tentacle was forcing into her Fallopian tube and with her outcry had stopped dead, but the strain in her belly was immense. Jesse felt the tentacles caressing her, massaging her and a thought flashed through her mind. It doesn’t want to hurt me! This must be its idea of a checkup. She breathed heavily a few times and gave a weak chuckle, saying to the darkened cave “It’s okay, I didn’t expect that. It doesn’t hurt, I was just surprised is all.” Jesse didn’t elaborate on what about it was surprising. She had already been fucked more deeply than she thought possible, so the penetration wasn’t what did it. No, it was how aroused the sensation made her feel, how close to cumming she was from her Fallopian tubes being fucked by a glowing eyeball on a stick. Clearly the fluids the tentacles had pumped into her had done a little more than just make her more flexible. The eye tentacle pushed deeper, Jesse gritted her teeth, imagining it was taking a gander at her ovary itself before the pressure became to much, pushing her over the edge. She came, her vagina and uterus pulsing in orgasm around the now still tentacle. After she finished the tentacle started moving. It was obviously aware of how delicate humans were, and now Jesse felt herself wondering just how many girls, maybe even boys had been lowered down the pit. She found her arousal increasing again at the idea, and the feeling of the tentacle retracting from the her right Fallopian tube and pushing at the left now. She came a lot sooner this time, as soon as it forced into her unmolested side. She had almost cum for the third time by the time it pulled out of the left side and she did as its bulbous tip popped through her cervix and stretched her lips on the way out. The yellow glow was back, bathing Jesse’s heaving belly as it lowered its gaze to her puckered butthole. Jesse was too lost in the post-orgasm bliss to notice the eye tentacle gaining an oily sheen as it secreted a natural lube. She did notice when it pressed against her asshole, her head jerking up as the glow disappeared once again as it continued its mission to explore and examine her body as thoroughly as possible. The tentacles still caressed and restrained her as the eye tentacle sank deep into her ass, up the descending colon, through the transverse colon, and down the ascending colon, a thick bulge following the path forming on her belly. Her guts had been cleaned out before she was lowered into the pit, so there were no concerns of anything being left over, but Jesse still worried that she might starve as it was likely even her gut flora had been washed away, leaving her body unable to process most foods properly, but she got the feeling that this creature bulging her belly and currently knocking on the door to her small intestine had a work around for that. Jesse grunted as it pressed through deeper into her guts than the bulge-lined tentacle had delved. The oily lube worked marvelously, there were no painful dry spots anywhere along the length penetrating her ass. Jesse thought to herself that if she ever got out of this pit she’d have to take a sample of this oily lube and make an absolute killing off of replicating it, especially for the many inter-species couples where the male was significantly larger than the female, or other male even. All she felt was the sinew and muscle of the tentacle’s incredible length slithering within and stimulating her. Not quite as intense as its previous exploration of her womb, but incredible in how delightfully full she felt. She couldn’t imagine how deep the tentacle had gone at this point, but if the mound of slithering bulges on her belly from the tentacle filling her guts told her anything, it was almost to her stomach. In fact, she could now feel it pressing into her stomach and filling it with the oily lube. She imagined it might neutralize or at least dilute any acid her stomach had created in the several hours since she had been dropped down. The eye tentacle coiled up a bit, stretching her stomach as the seven-inch-around tendril pressed against her stomach walls, and then pressed against the entrance to her throat. Jesse’s mind went blank as it pushed up, breathing heavily while she still could as her throat convulsed, her body trying to contain the intruder and force it back down. No such luck. Jesse felt the bulge rise from her collar, her neck gaining two and a half inches in thickness before a flood of lube erupted into her mouth from the wrong way and threatened to flood out of her nose unless she opened her mouth. Jesse did, the tasteless lube spilling down her bulging tummy and saw the long-lost glow of the tentacle emerging from her mouth. This was it, a situation he had fantasized over and masturbated to for her entire career as a freelance cargo hauler. She was impaled on a tentacle and she loved it. She came for a fourth time since arriving at this cave as the eye tentacle slid from between her lips and into the air like some perverse flower rising from its human shaped seed. The tentacle pulsed along its whole length and Jesse moaned around the obstruction, cumming yet again. She was this creature’s fuck toy and she absolutely loved it. The tentacle turned and looked into her face, lube still dripping from its glowing head. And then it swiveled around to gaze at her breasts as two more smaller tentacle moves towards them. Oh for fucks sake, Jesse thought. You’re gonna play with my tits while I’m like this? Being that she couldn’t speak at the moment, the tentacle neither waggled up and down nor side to side. Its intent was clear enough as the smaller blue glowing limbs wrapped around her newly inflated C-cup breasts and squeezed. Instead of a diffused spray like one would normally expect from milk laden breasts, the golden fluid began to trickle out in two solid streams it had the consistency of particularly thick cum, and a function that Jesse now fully understood. The fluid was a mutagen. It had changed something about her body, the very structure of it! It was obvious to her now, her breasts, and her nipples in particular had been modified by the green tentacles to be fuckable. Jesse could imagine what purpose the creature had in mind, or whatever it used to think, but those thoughts were pushed out of her mind as the glowing tendrils caressed her breasts, and wiggled their tips against her nipples until they pushed inside. The sensation was exquisite. The same arousing pressure of her womb being fucked so deeply, and the same aching fullness she felt through her whole digestive tract now. The tentacles wiggled deeper into her breasts, her nipples spreading like the lips of her pussy around the girth of the tentacles. They seemed to reach as deep as they intended to go, and they pushed the same fluid that gave them their soft blue glow into her breasts, and as they retracted some of this glowing cum trickled out of her slightly gaped nipples. Another mutagen maybe? Jesse decided not to concern herself with it as she felt the eye tentacle begin to retract, the pressure of its bulbous head just as stimulating to her guts now as it had been in her womb. She came three times as the tendril drew its prodigious length from her ass, the head finally popping out and secreting yet more lube as Jesse watched, idly wondering where it planned to inspect next. Her answer came quickly. A blue tentacle like the ones above dropped from the ceiling and dripped that same elasticizing lube she had swallowed earlier, lining itself up underneath her clit. Jesse's eyes went wide as her urethra was again penetrated, this time the elasticizing fluid pumped into her bladder and beyond. She felt a thrill of primal fear as the blue withdrew from her smallest hole and back into the ceiling while the eye tentacle drew near her. The lube that had dribbled out was now smeared against her clit and labia as the bulb pressed against her, almost slipping into her vagina again. She felt a mounting pressure and a simultaneous stretch as her newly elastic flesh parted around the blunted, firm tip of the tentacle. It pressed for a few seconds, and then drew back, relieving the almost painful pressure as the creature patiently waited for her body to accept the seven inch circumference of the bulb. Jesse held her breath as is pressed against her again, almost half the bulb disappearing. It drew back a bit again, and after several seconds, the length behind the bulb tensed up and doubled the force it used, pushing the bulb through the excessively tight opening. Jesse cried out, less in pain and more in shock at the feeling of her hole stretching around the almost hot tip, now firmly pressing into her bladder. It popped into the tiny chamber, and Jesse gazed enraptured at the faint glow she saw through the skin above her bladder. The tip secreted more lube, forcing it into Jesse's now-malleable tubing, and began to slide deeper, its inspection of her bladder complete. Jesse jerked as the pressure in her bladder doubled again, a cool feeling spreading up her belly as fluid pushed through her ureters and into her kidneys, making her feel like she desperately needed to pee. The eye tentacle wiggled around a bit, and the cooling sensation faded from her belly, the eye tentacle evidently drawing the fluid back within itself. Apparently satisfied with its inspection of her renal and urinary system, it began to withdraw, the stimulation on her clit pushing her over the edge yet again. She watched, breathing heavily as the glowing bulb crowned from her peehole, wondering if she would feel this kind of stretch again, and deciding it was pretty likely. The eye tentacle shook itself free of lube, the intense wiggling making Jesse giggle as she watched it. It was incredible really. This massive creature could inspect and penetrate her so deeply, and with no major discomfort where a normal human would have felt agonizing pain and likely death. For all this creature's mastery of chemistry and biology though, it still needed to shake off like a wet dog. The eye tentacle turned towards her, staring, and Jesse stopped giggling at it, but couldn't contain a wry smirk. She felt the glowing tendrils holding her becoming wet with something, and she could smell what was like wet wipes and moisturizer. The tentacles began to wipe her body, dipping into her holes, cleaning her inside and out rather well. As they left her skin she noticed there were no longer any blemishes or stretch marks, and her freshly stretched holes seemed to be tightened again. This thing really was a master of biology! The tentacles finished their movements over her body and began to set her down. The glowing tentacles set her on her feet once more, seeming to be done with their overly sexual examination, and another thought crossed Jesse’s mind “Wait!” the eye tentacle turned back to her. “There was something that happened up there” she said, her blush returning to her as she thought of how she was going to describe the creature fucking her to itself. “When you were, uh… Well, fucking me up there, well… When those tentacles came, my belly button kind of… Popped, I guess? Was that supposed to happen to me?” She blushed harder than ever. The tentacle gazed at her for a few seconds, tilting to the side like it was a confused dog. Jesse heard something heavy slithering along the warm floor behind her and turned around. One of the huge royal purple tentacles was sliding along the ground towards her. She felt the restraining tendrils grasp her body again and gulped. Perhaps she had spoken too much. She was turned around, the eye tentacle now right in her face. It waggled a firm No at her, and she already knew what it was going to do. The retaining tentacle gently put her on her knees, her legs spread and her back straight. She looked behind her and saw the purple tentacle straight in the air, its five inch diameter sticking into the air as if illustrating what it was going to do to her, but as she was watching it with her eyes wide, she saw it gaining the same oily sheen as the eye tentacle. She looked back to it and saw three pink tentacles with the same cock-tips as before lurking close by the eye tentacle. Jesse’s breathing grew heavier as she felt the purple limb bump up against her butt, taking a few seconds to find her puckered hole and gently press against it. As intimidating as the creature may seem, it was still gentle. Jesse decided she wouldn’t waste any time and opened her mouth, caressing and stroking the first tentacle as it slipped into her mouth. She sucked at it greedily until the lube flowed from the tip. The fluid filled her mouth before the pink member slipped deeper, pushing into her throat and sinking down. The lube was the same fluid that tasted of mint and lime, and Jesse gulped it down as fast as she could suck it out as the second and third pink tentacles bumped against her lips, still hungrily wrapped around the first. They pushed into her mouth and between her teeth, the one on the left pushing farther first. The back of Jesse’s mouth stretched first, and then her throat as the tendril sank into her like its brother had seconds before, and then the third moved underneath the two, pushing her tongue down as it too wriggled into her throat and down to her stomach. Now it was the purple tentacle’s turn. It’s tip had breached her butt and filled her colon with the elasticizing minty lube, and now it pressed into her, her pucker stretching into a wide ‘O’ around it. It slid deeper than Jesse expected, her hands free this time to trace the massive bulge all the way to the bottom of her ascending colon. The tentacles in her throat did the same thing as earlier, Jesse feeling a tickle in her throat as a breathing tube as inserted into her trachea, and then the pink tentacles plumped up to seal any escape, and the purple began to truly flood her guts. Her belly was inflated immediately, at least a gallon pumped into her within a second. With a second spurt, her eyes rolled into their sockets, the sensations too much to bear like they were before. Four more pumps of lube or cum were injected before she began to feel truly strained. Her belly was a jiggling cum balloon now, almost resting on the floor. Her navel was already turning inside out, an outie forming where there was usually nothing, the eye tentacle watching her inflating belly intently. With the next pump, her belly now rested on the floor, her navel bulging out further than before. Pump Pump Now Jesse looked about ready to pop yet again, and a single drop of the oily lube escaped her strained belly button. The eye tentacle drew closer to it, and with the next pump, the same result as before. A stream of lube shot from her belly button, noisily splattering on the floor. Jesse gave a weak grunt as she felt it give way. The purple tentacle continued to pump, and Jesse saw the tentacle draw closer to the new orifice still. It reared back and Jesse’s eyes went wide. It forced the bulbous glowing head against her navel, blocking off the spray and straining her poor belly even further. She felt even more stretching and felt a panic as the eye tentacle pressed harder against her belly, forcing her navel back to an innie as it pressed in further. The purple tentacle stopped pumping, and the strain in her belly button rose to a crescendo and finally decreased as the eye tentacle battered its way inside an orifice that was never meant to be there, the glowing tip disappearing yet again as it popped into her belly with a slurping sound. It slid in, more of the muscular tendril disappearing into her poor belly button. Her eyes rolled back into her head at the sensation. She could feel it coiling through her guts, and with a start realized that the purple tentacle was retracting. It pulled out of her ass enough for some lube to spill out, but her belly emptied in no meaningful way. Jesse felt a familiar pop at the join between her small and large intestine. It was in her colon now. That meant that her guts were somehow connected to her belly button and the pressure from being filled with cum had opened up that channel. A mutation, maybe? Was that initial filling that had popped her belly button in the first place just supposed to find someone’s absolute limit? In the end it didn’t matter. What did matter was how fucking weird it felt for the eye tentacle to be sliding into her belly button and out of her ass right now. The glow reappeared as the eye tentacle pushed out of her butthole with a flood of warm lube and looked around, its gaze landing on her face, Jesse looking back at the tentacle and her stretched butt, wincing at the massive pressure placed on her pelvis. For some reason it waggled a Yes before retracting into her asshole, the tentacle now sliding out of her navel and dragging it away from her belly like a particularly tight asshole over a big dildo on the pullout. It pulled out somewhat slowly, and was a good three minutes before she felt the bulb of the tentacle tugging at her belly from the inside. It pulled, the strain not so bad as the insertion, the lube having done its job. She felt it squeezing out and watched as her belly button parted even further around the glowing tip, reminding her of a butt plug being pulled out now. It emerged suddenly with a wet pop, and a small flood of lube from her belly, quickly being cut off as her stomach muscles tightened again, sealing the hole once more. The tentacles grabbed the Jesse's arms again and pulled her upside down as the pink tentacles left her throat and another wiped away the lube that was left on her belly from the tentacles’ investigation. The breathing tube was removed, and the pinks pulled out entirely, but the purple tentacle stayed, moving deeper into her ass again. It began to pump into her again, each wave forcing yet more from Jesse’s mouth and nose. The oculus limb was still inspecting the female's inflated belly, watching for anything like a trickle to determine whether she could still be used as a vessel. Nothing came from her umbilical scar now, suggesting to the creature that it was simply massive internal pressure that caused this anomaly, and was an anomaly that could potentially be replicated. It would have to test its theory on the female again with its eggs, but perhaps this new hole could even be used for breeding in the future! Regardless, it was concerned by the deformity. Should any other complications arise, this human would have to be rejected. After all, she was needed healthy and strong for what was to come. After some time, Jesse was getting desperate for air. As if anticipating this, the tentacles flipped her upright again and the purple tentacle pulling its length out of her stretched asshole. Jesse coughed and spluttered until she was able to breathe, the tentacles letting her down to her feet again. Jesse had no words to say, other than staggering over to the wall and laying on her side, the cum-lube still gushing from her ass as her belly deflated again. It would be a while before she would be getting up, but when she did, the tentacles had quite a use for her indeed. In the meantime however, the tentacles slid under her head to support her as a pillow would as she fell into a deep sleep, the events of the last two hours having completely exhausted her.
Chapter 1 - The beginning of a new life	Jesse was all tied up, and not in the sense that she was multitasking. No, she was stripped of all her clothes and equipment, tied to a steel harness in a compromising position, and now dangling from a crane over a dark hole in the ground. Sure, she loved fucking and getting fucked by aliens and humans alike, but not like this dammit! It had to be on her own terms! She could hear people muffled through the giant curtain to her left. Scumbags, the lot of them. She had been dragged out of the human republic by alien pirates that had blown up her freighter, cracked open her escape pod and scooped her into a cage with almost no effort, and then lugged her out to this lawless region of the galaxy where her people had no jurisdiction or authority to come and save her. Since they had sold her to a damn robot, she had been undressed, cleaned inside and out and then tied to this metal thing that left her bare ass hanging out for the galaxy to see. Funny, she never thought she'd be on the porn show she'd masturbated to so many times during a long transit to another planet. It was interesting enough to find out how they got their participants, and she was nearly panicking from thinking about what kind of beast they were going to have fuck her. The curtain finally parted, and the mostly-male crowd cheered at the top of their lungs as The Organizer, the shadowy mechanical being that had purchased her emerged onto the polished silver podium from a side passage, its voice blaring across the hall and on the television speakers in many people's homes. It was a high and unnervingly distorted voice that spoke; "And now for the climax of the evening!" The Narrator gestured with one metal hand as all the lights were now centered on the girl, simply known as Jesse, hanging from a thick steel cable in mid air, bent over with legs spread and arms tied to the harness behind her back as the floor opened up into a massive and dark hole with some hints of movement far below. Jesse's vividly red hair was let loose around her pale face, and dark makeup accentuated her eyes and lips. Her body had all the right curves, her tits were an attractive B-cup, and her plump, heart shaped ass was stunning to look at, especially in this pose. "THE TENTACLE PIT!" The Organizer nearly screamed out as the lights installed in the gaping maw suddenly lit up. Hundreds of thousands of tentacles were lining the walls of the seemingly bottomless pit, of all sizes and shapes. Jesse's eyes widened, mostly in horror at finding out what that damn robot was feeding her to, but there was a small part that was arousal at her predicament. As the cable holding Jesse began its descent she started struggling in earnest. Regardless of how hot the situation was, she would have preferred to find this place on her own terms. The crowd cheered louder than ever as the first tentacle came close to Jesse, this muscular limb had multiple bulges along its length and was as thick as her wrist. Its sinuous length slithered through the air around her until she was low enough, then with a single fluid motion it moved to her backside, smacked her ass with the full girth of itself and lined its tip up with her ass. The tendril flexed, squirting a greenish slime onto both of her holes, and wriggled against her anus until it breached. With that, at least a full meter of tentacle disappeared into Jesse’s body, her squeal of shock audible even to the people closest to the ledge, tens of meters above her and behind a protective steel cage. The crowd went wild as the cable continued to drop, the tentacle that was ravaging her rear entrance slithering ever deeper as Jesse lowered. The bulged tentacle continued to slide the full length occupying her guts in and out, an obvious bulge pirouetting over her belly with each thrust of the ridged member. Two more tentacles came into Jesse’s awareness, one was slick and smooth and as thick as the tendril currently testing her depths, and the other had the same bulges along it, but was twice as thick as the one in her ass. The tentacles approached tentatively, but two more raced past them and quickly twined themselves around her body, restraining her further than the cords around her arms and legs. The blue tendrils flattened at the tips until the resembled paddles, and quickly went to work on her ass, the spanking causing her skin to flush quickly. Jesse started to scream, but it was quickly cut off by the big bulgy tentacle stuffing her mouth to the back of her throat and forcing some kind of cool, sweet fluid that tasted of lime and mint down her throat. The smooth tentacle waited for Jesse’s body to relax, the fluid doing its job and relaxing her muscles, all while elasticizing her flesh for the pounding that was to come. The tentacle, being tired of waiting, writhed in the air and plunged deeply into her womanhood. It slipped past her cervix, which had relaxed as well and provided a pleasant stimulation for the tentacle as it coiled up within her womb. More and more tentacles came within range of her pale body, and still Jesse hung defenseless midair. Another bulgy tentacle slid across her leg and hips and joined the one in her pussy, the flesh stretching easily as Jesse let out a weak groan around the member in her mouth. The two blue tendrils stopped their spanking and allowed their tips to relax as they uncoiled from Jesse’s now relaxed body. Both of the blue tendrils moved up to her chest and coiled around her breasts, flicking at her nipples as more blues rose from the pit. The new arrivals slipped into her ass alongside the thick one still sliding in and out, massaging her guts excellently. They slithered deeper than the thick tentacle however, and Jesse’s body gave a slight shudder as they pressed past the loose sphincter into her small intestine. The smooth tentacle started to move jerkily, sliding in and out of Jesse’s pussy faster until it shoved more of its mass into her than it had before, bulging her belly magnificently and began to unload its reservoir of cum into her. Gallons spilled into her womb, her belly expanding to contain it as it began to spurt around the girth of the tentacle. Jesse came from the sensation of being filled so thoroughly and gasped deeply; the large tentacle having left her mouth for the time being. This was not to last however and taking the opportunity of fully relaxed muscles and a wide open throat, the huge tentacle struck like a viper, forcing its girth into Jesse’s throat as her eyes went wide with shock. The bulge slowly slid down her neck as the tentacle slipped past any resistance, its body compacting so that it didn’t kill her as the bulge disappeared behind her collar and slid further down to enter her stomach. She felt a tickling behind her tongue and was surprised to exhale and receive a breath of warm oxygenated air from within the tentacle. At least it didn’t want her to suffocate. But a new problem, or rather problems had arrived. A new kind of tentacle rose from below. Two of them, green and tapered unlike the thin blue and fleshy gray that were ravaging her now. Jesse didn’t have much time to consider the relevance of the new arrivals before they sprung upon her. The tips of the green tentacles opened like flowers and went right for her breasts. The thin orange cilia that danced at the tips of the greens tickled her breasts, making her giggle as they focused on her nipples, the blue tendrils still holding them, but no longer flicking at her chest. Her giggling stopped with a gasp when she felt the cilia sink into her nipples. The thin tendrils held her tits tight as the cilia fucked that which was not normally fucked. They slid into her milk ducts, the flower heads of the tentacles getting closer and finally covering her breasts as a warmth spread throughout her breasts. They were pumping something into her tits! Jesse groaned into the throat tentacle as she felt her breasts start to expand, the new mutagenic fluid changing her body even further than before. She put herself at a mid size C-cup when the cilia pulled out of her breasts, what looked like liquid gold dripping from them and her newly stretched nipples as the blue tendrils took their place and sealed the fluid in as the greens dipped out of sight, back into the pit. Jesse felt a hard jerk then. The cable had stopped moving lower. This was it, where she was to be fucked by tentacles and broadcast around the galaxy for shits and giggles, and orgasms from her for the viewer’s enjoyment. The smooth tentacle began to retract from her womb, the seed it had deposited gushing out as Jesse sighed in relief from the release of pressure. It was a mere courtesy though. The smooth tentacle and a second of the same kind slammed into her pussy, going as deep as before and deeper, distending her belly outwards so far that her belly button popped to an outie, her skin stretched taut. They drew back and began to fuck her in earnest as she felt a second tentacle tapping at her already occupied asshole. It was thick, that was all Jesse knew as she could no longer look behind her thanks to the monster stretching out and thrusting in her throat. The newcomer wedged a tapered tip into her butt and released what felt like a gallon of slime before it started to wriggle its way into her. It succeeded and quickly slid deep, wrapping around the bulgy tentacle still fucking her so deeply, and acting more or less like a huge spiraled tentacle now that they thrust in and out in unison. This was nowhere near the limit the tentacled beasts lining the walls were planning to take Jesse to. Another of the smooth grey skinned limbs slammed into her ass without grace and started thrusting with no relation to the rhythm of the two plumbing her before. Another tentacle slid into her pussy, and a slimmer tentacle began to poke around above her vagina and beneath her clit. It found its mark, sinking itself into her urethra and coiling into a tight ball within her bladder, wriggling around and providing incredible stimulation to her clit and g-spot. Jesse came for the second time as a fourth tentacle slammed home into her ass, pumping erratically like the previous invader. Several more blue tendrils sank down her throat, their mass stretching her throat even further as Jesse’s orgasm rode on into a full thirty seconds. She felt the blues in her throat pass beyond where the tick tentacle had laid claim, and squeeze past the sphincter in her stomach, passing into her small intestine from the upper end. She was more than glad that she had been thoroughly cleaned out before those bastards had dropped her down this incredible pit. Now she couldn’t be sure, but Jesse was semi-confident that the blues fucking her ass and throat had met somewhere within her guts and were now playing with each other, making her belly dance on the outside as they squirmed around. Jesse noticed all of the tentacles becoming somewhat jerky within her, and it almost felt like they were thickening. Her eyes went wide as she realized what that meant mere seconds before the tentacles fucking her all tensed, and began to truly unload for the first time. It was the most evident from the tentacle inside her throat that they were all cumming, and her stomach was filled in a single spurt, the next being forced into her guts as her belly had already begun to expand from the sheer mass of the liquid injection. Her womb was filled to capacity in seconds, the excess having no choice but to flow out of her in a pressurized wave. Her bladder was filled in half that time, the tentacle pulling out and unloading onto her belly. Her guts were filled from both ends, her ass and throat stretched so tightly that almost nothing could escape, and so her belly grew, eclipsing what she thought would be her absolute maximum, so large she looked as if she was pregnant with sextuplets, her belly pressing her legs out as far as they would go while locked into the harness she hung from. Still, nothing of significance escaped her belly, and still the tentacles pumped more seed into her. So much cum that Jesse swore that she would pop, cursing her misfortune at going out in such a horrible fashion. This didn’t happen though. Jesse felt something in her belly give way, her navel suddenly pushing into an outie and straining to contain the liquid mass, and inevitably failing. A trickle, and then a squirt of greenish seed came from her poor abused belly button, the weak link giving out as more and more cum flowed into her, acting almost like a pressure release valve as the squirt turned into a spray with every pulse of the tentacles. Jesse didn’t understand how it was possible given that she had some knowledge of her own anatomy, but she was glad that it had happened, considering the alternative with a shudder before her mind went blank with a third, fourth, fifth, and even a sixth orgasm as the camera drones circled her, getting close ups of every hole before several new tentacles flicked them away in annoyance, their metal carapaces shattering against the walls. Jesse didn’t notice the crash of the camera drones being destroyed, nor did she hear the disappointed groans of the crowd far above. She did however notice when a particularly sharp tendril that appeared without her noticing it had cut the cords tying her to the steel harness, and she gave a shriek into her breathing tube as muscular pink tentacles wrapped around her limbs and chest, and pulled her away from the harness, now dangling uselessly as the tentacles' new toy disappeared into the depths, her gurgling scream after the thick tentacle pulled out of her throat and cum flooded out of her mouth inaudible to all but the Organizer with it's digitally enhanced hearing, who at this turn of events was capable of no more than a mechanical scowl as it watched the gorgeous redheaded prize be dragged down out of sight and passed from tentacle to tentacle, the profit margins from a full video all but lost to the pit, along with the girl.
Chapter 1 - Supreme effort to escape	The hellhound keeps his four eyes on you as he sniffs the ground where you were moments ago. He raises his heads back up and gives you a fiery grin - he seems to have acquired your scent! It’ll be hard to get away now... You swing at the Hellhound with your knife, but the Hellhound jumps back, easily dodging your swipe. Both the hellhound’s heads breathe in deeply before blasting a wave of dark fire at you. While the flames don’t burn much, the unnatural heat fills your body with arousal. Clearly outmatched, your wetness dripping onto the ground and fearing the worst if your lust gets the best of you, you turn tail and put all your effort in an attempt to flee! The hellhound rapidly disappears into the shifting landscape behind you. By the time you reach your camp, the sky has darkened as a starless night falls. The blood-red moon slowly rises up over the horizon. Exhausted, you climb straight into your tent. Curling up on your bed roll you quickly fall asleep after the stressful day. You awaken in the dark, to find a pair of faces inches from your own! Your eyes shoot open, the air catching in your lungs as you're too scared to even scream. You recognise him as the Hellhound you'd ran from earlier, having followed the scent of your arousal all the way back to your camp. Four eyes, filled with flames lock onto your own, as a clawed hand locks around your neck. One head keeps it's gaze on you, growling quietly as the other sniffs your body. Raising it's head back up it gives you a fiery grin, sending a shiver down your spine in juxtaposition to the flames showing between it's teeth. Grabbing your wrist the Hellhound flips you onto your front, lifting up your hips with one hand and pressing your head into your pillow with the other. After a few seconds of panting, it lets go of your head. You tentatively turn to look at it, only to have it grab your head, roughly shoving you back face down into your pillow. The beast leans down to snarl in your ears, and you get the message. You keep your face down and ass up, blindly listening to the Hellhound exploring the contents of your tent. You hear the clank of a weapon hitting the ground, the beast throwing your knife outside. Shortly after, the sound of lapping. You slowly turn to see one of the hellhound's heads helping itself to your water stores. The other locks eyes with you. It's bark is almost as bad as it's bite, making you yelp as you bury your face back down, listening to it approach you. You grab your bed roll, and pre-emptively scrunch your face as it positions itself behind you. The hellhound guides the tip of one of his black eight-inch rods to press against your folds. You shiver as you feel the second prod against your backside. Putting his clawed hands on your hips, the beast gives you just a moment to hold your breath, before slamming his cocks into you. You cry out as he painfully stretches you, and he responds with a howl of his own. Shuffling in the cramped space, the Hellhound finds a comfortable position for himself, and starts his humping. Making short, shallow thrusts, the adrenaline coursing through you from it's initial penetration takes the edge off the painful rutting. You grit your teeth and bare it, knowing this beast won't take long to reach it's peak. Quickly you feel the beasts thrusts becoming more erratic. Familiar with what comes next from your previous encounters in the mountains, you bite your pillow and widen your stance, steadying yourself. The Hellhound let's out a triumphant howl, almost knocking you down as he hilts himself in both your holes. You push back against him to remain on all fours. The first pulse of his scorching demonic seed enters your guts, and you pucker instinctively behind his swelling knot, keeping him in place. The second spurt of heat coats your pussy, making you squeeze down hard in response. The beast shudders, and let's out two sighs of relief as he takes his weight off of you. The Hellhound's twin members alternate their pulsing, like a metronome counting down to your inevitable impregnation. You feel hot breath from the beast's heads panting on either side of your neck. It's clawed hands caress your tummy, a little too gently for it to be a selfish attempt to stimulate the rods twitching in you. On your elbows and knees, you look down between your legs. You see the Hellhounds sack resting between them, as big as your head, emitting flames that make your skin tingle, unloading four balls worth of spunk into your body. You watch it twitch and tighten rhythmically as the flames dance over your pubis, each pulse followed by a hot rope of seed that makes you wince. Closing your eyes with a grimace, you squeeze down on the cock trying to put a Hellhound pup in you. You feel the head to your right jolt upward, clearly the owner of the lower of the pair. The Hellhound adjusts it's stance, digging it's hind paws into the floor of your tent as it starts grinding it's hips against you, trying to figure out what it needs to do to get you to squeeze on him like that again. You curse under your breath, and do your best to hold still to avoid rewarding your aggressor further. Before long, your eyes shoot open as his tool bumps against your cervix, and you flex instinctively on his rod. You turn to see one of his heads grin as you feel his tail wagging and only have time to gulp, before he pushes forward, pressing his tip firmly into you. You cry out as a rope of intensely hot seed slaps against the wall of your womb, making you bite your pillow and squeeze again. Finding what he was looking for, the Hellhound tightens his grip on your hips to keep you in place. You try as hard as you can to avoid it, but with his painfully hot jizz being pumped directly to your womb, every throb makes you involuntarily squeeze in response. The Hellhound's right head whines, it's tongue hanging out as the feeling of you milking him for his seed becomes almost too much for it to handle. You curse your body for working against you, massaging him and guiding more of his infernal heat into you. The heat quickly becomes overwhelming, and you feel your legs begin to tremble. Holding your hips the Hellhound rolls onto his side, pulling you tight against him. Grinding against you, he manoeuvres his tip back into position poking through your cervix. When you squeeze, the beast's right head whines again, pressing it's snout firmly into your neck. Gritting your teeth as the heat and pressure building in your tummy grows, you reach down to grab his hand, squeezing it tightly. The beast grabs it and squeezes back, tail wagging as it lets out a quiet howl. You turn to look at the other head panting happily. It makes eye contact with you, and affectionately laps at your face. You sigh wistfully, thinking about how the corruption plaguing Mareth's can take something so capable of affection, and make it rely on violence to propagate it's species. Taking advantage of its instincts to spread this corruption further in aid of the demons cause. Wiping the sweat off your brow, you feel the tainted heat getting more intense with every passing second. With no choice but to lay obediently in his lap, you arch your back and relax your muscles to make room for more of his seed, knowing he won't leave until your body has accepted every drop he has to give. Gritting your teeth through the sensation, you pray that you don't end up pregnant, lest you incentivise this aggressive mating strategy further, and play a vital part in this cycle of corruption. Before you can pass out from the tainted heat, your vow to redouble your efforts to defeat demon kind, to stop this corruption spreading across Mareth, before it can harm anyone else.
Chapter 4 - Of Tentacles and Transports (It's like, ALL exposition)	Jesse gasped, fresh air flooding into her lungs as the deflated bulb slipped through her lips and retracted down her throat, the muscular length slithering from her ass as the limb deposited her in a faintly glowing chamber. She looked around, brushing her loosened hair from her eyes. There were a few small tentacles slithering along the floor here and there. Were these some of the ones she had given birth to not so long before? Her curiosity deepened as the glow coming from the fleshy walls increased in one particular spot, the glow intensifying in what looked like a polyp. The bulb grew and a limb formed out of the wall, Jesse now realizing that THIS was how the tentacles popped up everywhere! They more or less melded with all the others to form the creature that was now gazing at her again with a new eye tentacle. She wondered why they hadn’t simply used her own biomass and add her mind to its own like the parasites in a game she played semi-frequently. Jesse shuddered at the thought and decided not to dwell on it. Jesse was still on the laying on the ground as the tentacle that had delivered her to this chamber wound its way out of her guts, feeling as if she was being pulled inside out in the most wonderful way. The emptiness the tendril left as it evacuated her large intestine was nearly unbearable; agonizing even, as it finally slopped out of her stretched butthole. Jesse came from the stimulation and the wonderful ache in her guts. She laid there on the warm floor, gathering herself and finally standing to meet the eye tentacle. The new tentacle drew close to her, coiling around her arm and drawing her forward. Jesse followed willingly, allowing it to guide her into a smaller tunnel, its base moving through the wall as if it was water as it pulled her along. The air became colder as they moved through the tunnel, a damp breeze carrying the faint scent of the outside on it. “Is it seriously kicking me out!?” Jesse wondered, no small amount of outrage flaring to life at the prospect of being some alien collective’s one-night stand. Regardless of her feelings, Jesse decided to stay quiet. She would see what it was trying to do before yelling and screaming about the injustice of it all; Of being this thing’s cumsock and then thrown away like on. Jesse felt the warm floor transition into more of hard, cold stone, the eye tentacle no longer moving along the wall beside her, but rather from the last thick patch of flesh along the wall behind her, its length growing and emerging from the wall. There were root like growths along the stone floor through the tunnel and a faint light that made it clear to Jesse that the creature was leading her outside, or at least to a cave connected to the outside. The daylight illuminated the chamber that opened up, as well as what lay within. It was a Starship! It was a smaller one with several spots of rust on the landing gear, but it was a sleek personal cruiser nonetheless, with a titanium hull that looked near perfect! The root-like tubes squiggled across the floor and were hanging from an open hatchway close to the ground. The eye tentacle uncoiled from her arm, Jesse looking down inquisitively. It made a motion as if it was telling her to go into the ship, and so cold but now filled with excitement Jesse did just that, almost running to the ship that had landed within the mouth of this cave long ago in glee. The first thing Jesse noticed when she clambered into the ship was the clean metallic scent, and the glow of artificial light. It was amazing! A ship that was at least partially functional was just about the best luck she had ever had! Any anger at the creature was gone at this point, replaced by the hope of getting back into space. Jesse paused as she made her way to where the command cabin should have been. Do I really even want to go? She pondered. I could always come back for a while, but is that even often enough? Jesse put the question aside in her head and continued for the command cabin. She had recognized the class of ship from all the time she spent geeking out over spaceships back on her home planet. It was a Scimitar Class Personal Cruiser, mostly used by the moderately wealthy and more humble politicians, even though for its time, and even today it was a top-notch ship, with a warp core capable of traversing the entire galaxy’s width in just a month. Most commercial transports took a whole year to go that far, but that wasn’t even mentioning the shielding and weapons compatibilities this tiny monster of a cruiser had. It could support up to two military-grade particle-accelerator cannons. They were formidable weapons that could cut a ship clean in two if you had the power plant within your ship to support that kind of sustained draw without draining your ships capacitor banks. Jesse walked into the Control Cabin and made a beeline for the pilot’s seat. She sat down on the cool leather and the display shot into existence immediately as if the ship was ecstatic to have another pilot in its seat. The primary lights flicked on as the running lights dimmed, and Jesse gasped as she saw those same fleshy roots burrowed into various dataports and controls. The display in front of her displayed the ship’s self diagnostics, weapons loadouts, power generation and the like. A text field flicked up, overlaying the readouts and a message appeared. [Apologies are in order. We are unaware of your name.] Jesse was stunned. The creature evidently knew her language, but couldn’t form a mouth or trachea to speak with. She brought up a digital keyboard and began to type back; [My name is Jesse; do you have a name? You referred to yourself as ‘We’, Does that imply that you are a collective?] Jesse assumed that clearly defined words and sentences were best in this scenario, as she wasn’t aware of the creature’s grasp of English and the various other galactic standard languages. A few moments passed, and the creature sent another message to the station. [We have no name. We are indeed a collective of many organisms, including several sentients. We apologize for the shock this information may bring, Jesse] Jesse went cold. This meant that the creature did absorb humans, and probably several other species into itself before she was dropped down the pit. She thought for a moment, wondering why it would have told her of such damning actions. [Why did you absorb them? Why did you not absorb me?] The response was quick this time. [We added those sentients to us. We were lesser in mind and greater in instinct before they joined us. Their stress and pain as they were absorbed caused us great pain as their suffering became our own, and as their minds were added to ours.] Jesse stared at the message, still shocked. Those people may have been the crew of this very ship, and now the creature felt, what? Remorse over having eaten those people. What a strange feeling that must be, She thought to herself. To feel bad over absorbing another individual whose mind is added to yours? How does that even work? Jesse sat in silence, thinking. Another message flashed on the screen. [Those parts of our mind forgave the whole and we now enjoy the unity. We have brought you here to our ship to request your assistance.] [What sort of assistance?] The creature responded, the speed of its response near instant now. Jesse imagined it was excited at her not having a total meltdown, but there were much nastier ways to go out in the universe than being joined to a hive-mind and continuing your life as part of a greater whole was pretty favorable to just about all of them. [We wish to expand to other worlds, to gain more experience and join with sentients.] Jesse stared at the screen incredulously. [You want me to help you consume everyone? Why would I help you with that?] [We enjoy your body immensely.] Jesse felt her cheeks redden at that statement. [We wish to feel, spread and grant the same pleasure both we and you have felt, and increase in intellect and number. Those who would join with us would be fully aware of the ramifications of their actions, and would be free to leave and come back if they wished. The mind is not destroyed when joined to us. Rather, it is connected to all the others within us.] The statement of intentions from the creature helped to calm Jesse somewhat, although she wasn’t entirely sure she could trust it, even if it didn’t gobble her up right away. [So why don’t you use the communications in this ship to make people aware of your existence?] The answer was simple. [We are afraid that there are those that would kill us simply for existing.] Jesse typed back [So you want me to take some of your being to another planet and have a test run to see how people will react?] [Yes.] Jesse was tempted to accept. If she took it to an uninhabited planet, there was no real risk beyond herself. Besides, the creature hadn’t done anything to her other than fuck her brains out and tell her it merely ‘enjoys her body’, and as far as Jesse knew, it needed her to make its plan work. Her thoughts betrayed her attempt to be cautious. I have to stop lying to myself, I’m so good with this idea. She finally typed back her conditions for agreeing to help the creature, and it accepted her terms with zero hesitation. Jesse smiled as she began to work on spinning up the power plant to activate all the flight systems the ship had to offer. A message flashed up again, halting her progress. [You cannot leave at the moment. The ship requires repairs.] Jesse’s annoyance flared up, it couldn’t have told her sooner? [Can you tell me what is damaged?] The response told her to go to the reactor compartment and to get herself clothed in garments that could protect her from small amounts of radiation prior, for her safety. A door slid open in the rear of the cabin, lights flicking on in what appeared to be a luxury apartment. Jesse stepped through, her eyes wide as she gazed at all the trappings of the ship of a wealthy business owner and their entourage. She spied a shower, and moving over to it, saw that the water reserves had been cycling through the various filters and sterilizers for years. Knowing the systems from having one on board her poor blown-up freighter, she tested the water for contaminants and chemical. After an all clear from the ship’s computer, she jumped in, letting out a whoop of glee. She was still undressed of course. The pirates that marooned her on this planet had made sure of that. Jesse turned on the water, and after ensuring it was clear, she stepped under the warm spray. It was the most relaxing thing, being in a shower after being abducted and kept in a tentacle pit for what, days? Weeks? As the thought crossed her mind she gestured at the glass to bring the menu up. It did, but it was obviously an older operating system. She navigated through the systems until she found a calendar, one that was still accurate thanks to the power supply being uninterrupted. Even over what, 20 years of sitting here, the advanced fusion reactors that were designed to distill the required fuels from nearly any atmosphere just kept running. A testament to the quality of the ships engineering. Jesse’s eyes widened as she saw the date. The last she knew, it was halfway through the year 3144. This calendar said it was close after the new year of 3148 “FOUR YEARS!?” Came her startled screech. “This has to be way off! I was never anywhere for four fuckin years!” She combed through her memories, from before she was abducted to the time she was sold… And then the big gap and her waking up from a stasis pod right after she was sold, or so they had told her. “THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS” She raged aloud. “IF YOU CAN HEAR ME” Jesse yelled, now directed at the creature. “I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL THOSE BASTARDS AFTER I’VE GOTTEN YOU TO A PLANET YOU’RE SAFE ON” She imagined the creature chuckling at her righteous fury, and she flicked on the shower’s auto clean function as she lathered soap into her hair and around her body while she simmered. She stepped out of the shower, her temper having died down after she dried off. She walked around the spacious cabin, looking for the clothing suite. She spotted it, strutted over and brought up the menus to look around at what the ship could manufacture for her. It became evident to Jesse that this ship had belonged to some kind of fashion designer, with how over-the-top and gaudy a lot of the selections were. She finally found something she liked. S simple pair of sturdy work pants and boots, a black t-shirt and a brown leather jacket. A blinding glow came between from the closets closed doors. Of course this ship has a fancy synthesizer suite. Jesse was excited about the idea of having one, even if she didn’t show it. A synthesizer used cubes of a basic material made of all kinds of elements to construct whatever you needed at the atomic level. Just the fact that this equipment was on this ship and that it worked told her exactly what she wanted to know about the ship’s power capabilities. Synthesizers were notoriously power hungry, and ships that had them were almost always capable of rocking the most powerful weapons and shields, just so long as you didn’t something stupid like have the computer make you a perfect cup of tea in the middle of a battle. A soft ding came from the closet, and the doors opened, her new clothes still warm as they emerged on a slide. It felt so good, putting on new clothes. Jesse was near ecstatic to be dressed properly, especially after she apparently spent four years naked in a tube, on full display as human merchandise for what Jesse liked to think was a price that made those pirates very rich. She emerged from the cabin, looking as determined as she felt. She walked back down the hallway, past the open hatch and into the reactor compartment. It was just as she expected, there was a hole burned through the hull and into the chamber, evidence of a projector beam that had nearly severed the reactor’s connection to the engines. The projector beam had pierced straight through the ship, entering from the top, severed the power coupling and exited the bottom based on how the metal sagged down and had cooled. No doubt the work of the pirates that had dropped her into the pit. It looked to Jesse like the strike had been almost surgical, suggesting that their robot leader had been the one to fire the beam in an attempt to abduct the passengers in this ship. Perhaps they had made a hard landing in this cave to hide from them? If that was the case, then whoever piloted this ship was a damn fine pilot, and they had found a safe spot to park with only the minute or two an engine’s capacitors could offer in emergency running time. Jesse walked back to the pilot’s chair, feeling a new sort of respect for the one that flew this beauty of a ship and sat down again. She typed into the field again. [This is specifically for the crew of this ship, are you there still?] It took a moment, but it responded. [Yes, we are] Satisfied with that answer, Jesse continued. [The power coupling to the reactor was cut by a projector, but that was all I could see. Do you know of any other damage? The diagnostics say everything but the power bus is fine, but I want to check.] [We do not know of any other damage. When we landed after we were shot down by pirates, we abandoned the ship for fear of it being found and fled into the caves, where our others absorbed us. We do know of other wrecks on the surface, but the pirates frequent this planet as a base as it is an uninhabited garden world, and it is unlikely anything of value remains on those ships.] Jesse leaned back in her seat, “Fuuuuck” she groaned as she realized the severity of the situation if she was going to get the ship ready to take off. She began typing once more, readying herself to steal a power coupling from the pirates after she welded the breaches shut. The Message from the creature continued. [We will offer assistance in retrieving a power coupling. We will provide assistance to take you to the nearest wreck and to feed you.] Jesse’s brow furrowed at this. Provide a companion? [How will you provide assistance?] The creature took a moment to respond, as if it was confused by her question. [We will provide assistance. Please disrobe and exit the ship.] Jesse stepped out into the warm light spilling through the cave entrance, shimmering as the vines and other plants refracted the light into greens and reds. She was annoyed that the creature had told her to take off her new clothes, so soon after she put them on, but she had complied regardless. She looked around, and spotted a large purple tentacle slithering from the cave entrance, surrounded by a sea of small, navy blue tendrils. As they approached her, Jesse felt somewhat nervous and stepped back before taking a deep breath and reminding herself that they had no intent of hurting her. She stepped closer to the swarm which quickly squiggled around her feet and began to crawl up her body. The long purple limb, instead of penetrating her simply slid up her back along her spine, and seemingly anchored itself to her skin. The small blue tendrils continued to climb over her body, some of them slipping into her ass, pussy and urethra, but they did not slither deep into her, it was more like they were simply occupying the space to hold themselves there. Jesse gasped and fell to all fours as a chill and squirming feeling took hold over her spine. The purple tentacle! Her hand scrabbled at its surface but found no purchase. It was sinking into her skin! She gasped again as the tentacle met her spinal cord and tapped into the connection. She jerked with shock, and the tendrils all over her body now jerked as well. She collapsed to her side as the tentacles slithered over her face, subsuming her in their mass. She saw a flash, and felt a slick sensation over the rest of her skin as the blue tentacles melted together, but no into her. Jesse was still surprised and scared, but she had an inkling of what they were doing. If they were forming a biological exosuit, she had nothing to worry about! She had used mechanical exosuits for maintenance all the time, and was familiar with the frame inside the helmet to scan her brainwaves and move with her, so the purple tentacle must be doing more or less the same thing! Her suspicions were confirmed when her vision returned, but it was not coming from her eyes, that much she could tell. She moved her head to the right, and her new line of sight followed, her gaze coming to rest on her arm, currently a slick and fluid looking mass, like dark blue oil, but an arm that was not her own quickly solidified from the mass. It was muscular, all five finger that now ended in a sharp, hardened point. She felt the rest of her biological suit come into focus from the goopy mass the tentacles had melted into to join together. She felt a squirming limb press into her mouth and split into two before slithering into both her esophagus and trachea, while at the same time she felt her mouth open as the- no, her tentacle pushed in, split and began to supply her air from the head that had formed out of the tendrils. Jesse planted her new, admittedly bad-ass looking hands onto the stony ground and push herself up. She looked down over the covering on her body. Everything was there still! Her breasts, nipples even. She looked further down and saw her labia and clit still poked out. So, it mimicked her body on the outside. Jesse imagined the creatures penetrating her lower holes were more or less supposed to be there like catheters for any waste products, but she couldn’t help but thing the creature may have had an ulterior motive in making her look like a sexy monster-girl. Jesse watched, intrigued as her new body started to secrete a dark purple sludge that quickly hardened into plates of armor. They grew, covering her body while accenting her new form. To be honest, everything that had happened to her so far was hitting all the right spots for her as Jesse felt a flush of arousal in her human body, and the covering responded in kind. Her new, larger hands ran over her body. She felt her face, but her hands bumped up against it unexpectedly. She felt her face and neck, elongated and armored, with a ridge of firm flesh over what felt like bone protecting her ears. She felt until she could see her hands again, and Jesse was mildly surprised to find she was seeing from four points! Her four eyes were small and recessed into the bony exterior of her head for protection, but they nevertheless offered incredible field of view, from her front to almost directly behind herself! Her The biosuit’s mouth was elongated and filled with sharp teeth, along with four canine teeth that sat outside her mouth, two on top and in front, and two behind and on the bottom. Perfect for ripping and tearing, until she was done. Evidently the creature had seen fit to deck her out with a suit that was both sexy and deadly. Her hands ran lower, aver her freshly armored breasts, feeling the firmness of her hips and belly before sliding lower for a feel. A jolt ran through her brain. She was more sensitive down there than normal! Obviously, the tentacles hadn’t just slid into her a little ways, but joined with her body and transferred the nerve input to the surface of the biosuit! At the revelation that the people that were absorbed in the creature were probably a bunch of right horny bastards, Jesse chuckled. It was a deeper but no less feminine noise coming from the mouth of the biosuit as her perception became more used to the larger stature that her heightened neck and now digitigrade legs afforded her. In fact, she began to feel that she was the biosuit instead of her human body. Jesse felt somewhat nervous about the whole situation, but again she put it aside in her mind, deciding she’d cross that bridge about getting out of the suit if she came to it. The most pressing thing on her mind now was walking. She took a tentative step forward on her new legs, and found it was easier than standing on the balls of her feet! She looked behind her, her neck easily stretching to at least 150 degrees, and saw a relatively long tail, armored just like the rest of her body and ending in a bony spike swinging slowly behind her to counter the shift in her weight. Jesse started to walk, she had a stalking, predatory gait as she was now, she crouched down and decided to try and walk on all fours, and finding it was surprisingly easy, decided to up the ante. It was only a few minutes before Jesse was able to sprint on her two legs and even on all four limbs. The tail was a huge boon in the way of balance, and she found herself wondering why she had never considered getting one built out of her own cells and grafted onto her spine. I could stay like this, Jesse thought. I could be different from human, something more, even. Her train of though was interrupted by a new image coming into her mind from the biosuit itself. The image of the power coupler she needed... She reminded herself there was a reason that she was in this thing, and now that she could move in it, it was time to get to work and steal her escape from the same pirates that stole her halfway decent life from her. She crouched once more, the corded muscle in her legs formed of alien flesh bunching, and she leapt, launching herself through the mouth of the cave and into the greater world beyond.
Chapter 6 - The Encounter	Jesse awoke to the feeling of the creature within her body squirming through her guts. Sun was streaming in through the porthole, illuminating dust dancing through the air, much like her belly was squirming as her passenger tossed and turned. She could feel the gurgling vocalizations of the thing as it slithered through her small intestines and into her duodenum, stretching the orifice and popping into her stomach, then quickly pushing through into her esophagus as Jesse groaned at the stretching deep within her body. A bulge appeared in her neck as the bulbous eye popped past her collarbone, through her jaw and out of her now wide-open mouth, whereupon its exit it lazily dragged its ten foot length from her body and curled up in the puddle of sunlight on the floor, its body glistening with its own slime and her body’s mucus it had secreted around the invader. It peered up at her sleepily, and Jesse couldn’t help but think it looked rather cute, like a puppy. A butt-invading, gut-fucking puppy if there ever was one, however. She quickly gathered her bearings. She was still within the carcass of the once great Star-Liner, hiding from the plethora of nasty creatures that had emerged come the night on this planet, not unlike an early 21st century Earth movie she had watched a long time before. Jesse got to her feet, the worm-thing now firmly asleep in its chosen napping spot, and she set out into the partially collapsed corridor with the old, but functional-looking power coupling gripped firmly in her hand, or rather, the Biosuit’s hand. She made her way through the creaking mess of metal, listening for anything out of the ordinary, like more of the eye-worms. She caught a glimpse of one slithering around a corner and soon found another, gnawing on a chunk of old steel. They paid her no mind as they went about the ship, and so Jesse paid them no mind either. It was a fine trade in her mind. In about half an hour, she reached the rend in the hull that she had partially descended the night before, hopping down level by level before she landed on the soft ground, the mossy growth giving way and causing her to slip, falling alarmingly close to a jagged chunk of metal protruding from the ground. She looked around, noting in particular the crushed plants along the path of the creature whose detection she had narrowly escaped the previous night. The path trailed along the side of the wreck, disappearing in the east back into the trees, several of the great plants seeming to be pushed aside and sitting at an angle when the creature had forced its way through. Jesse was not inclined to go and see where the thing had headed too, so she started directly south towards the cave she had emerged from. She passed into the familiar looking greenery that she had come through the day before and now seeing her previous path, broke into a sprint on all fours. She knew it was about seven kilometers to the cave where the ship was hidden, and so she moved as fast as she and her Biosuit could maintain, keeping watch for any Tower-cocks or any other critters that might seek to pass their genetic materials along before the night fell. She made it four kilometers, dodging outreaching limbs and slimy tendrils on more than one occasion. She was looking around, up in the treetops and the shrub-veiled ground, but not where she was stepping, which she realized was a fatal error when the large leaf she thought was deadfall shifted aside quick as lightning, and a group of thin slimy cords quickly wrapped around her and yanked her into the pit they were rooted in with nothing more than a surprised squawk from Jesse. The Power coupling fell to the soft ground with a mild ‘thud’, and she disappeared so quickly that no one would have known she was there at all. “Let go, damn you!” She yelled as her captor wrapped more of its bindings around her ankles, wrists, and midriff. They came close to her face, but shrank back as she snapped at one, breaking it in two between the Biosuit’s powerful jaws. A pitiful squeak of pain came from below her, and in response to her bite the tendrils paused, and the lashed with doubled ferocity around her body, leaving her head free to move around, but unable to bite anything. The green light from through the leaf covering the pitcher plant-like alien’s mouth dimmed as a circle of muscular flesh sealed overtop of her. Jesse felt the slimy filaments crawl over her lower body, sliding over her butthole and between her labia. She gave a small yelp as they brushed over her clit, but the creature didn’t seem to notice. They crawled higher, wrapping around the Biosuit’s tail, and sliding up her back and belly before they finally came to her breasts, sliding around her breasts, squeezing gently as they came to her perky nipples. A trickle of fluid came from the hardening peaks, and the tendrils halted when the fluid met them. Jesse gasped at the sensation of her nipples leaking through the Biosuit’s ample breasts and out of the artificial nipples that she had no doubt were fuckable, just like her own upgraded and abused body. She peered down at her breasts and through the darkness her enhanced eyes were able to make out a faint blue glow leaking from her chest pillows. It was some of the fluid the tentacles had pumped into her breasts before filling her with eggs, residual nutrient filled liquid with a bright bioluminescent glow when it had flowed into her initially, and now this plant-thing got a taste of it, and apparently liked it. The rootlike filaments swarmed over her breasts, making their way towards her nipples, following the faintly glowing fluid trails from where it dribbled down her globes, until they came to her nipples. Jesse’s breath caught in her throat as she watched the filaments dance over her nipples, wondering what exactly they had in store if not simply fucking her brainless. Of course, the creature was in search of food. Its basic eye nodules stared at the strange creature it had caught, covered in dark blue skin with four eyes, and a curvy figure that suggested it was a valuable morsel indeed. It had long since digested its previous meal, a mid-size reptilian critter, and it had every intent of flooding its main chamber where Jesse was captive with a digestive enzyme until it had gotten a taste of an incredibly nutrient-dense treat. It extended its sensory filaments along the fluid’s path to where it originated from two soft lumps on its prey’s torso, and so its simple brain, hidden away well underneath the chamber that acted as its stomach decided to retrieve or stimulate the production of more of the delicious fluid, and even use the creature as a vessel for its eggs! The filaments prodded Jesse’s nipples, mushing them this way and that, evidently searching for a entrance. She gave a muted giggle as they tickled her until they finally pressed directly into her breasts, her aroused nipples yielding easily to the creature’s probing. The filaments bundled together, stretching her nipples as they turned from delicate, slender limbs into textured cords that began to sink deeper into her boobs on a quest for Space-Milk™. She watched, fascinated as the blue glow of the fluid drew along their length as she enjoyed the stimulation the tendrils were giving her. She gasped as they surged deeply into her breasts, feeling the cords split apart as they explored the various milk ducts that had been widened by the tentacles and their eggs a few days before. She paused, examining the outsides of her boobs. There was evidently so much of the plant’s tendrils in her chest that her breasts were bulging out from the mass contained within. The creature gave the mental equivalent of a sigh. There had not been much of the nutrient filled fluid, but the creature seemed to enjoy its retrieval of what remained. It felt around with its sensory filaments, exploring the channels and small chambers hidden away within the two fleshy lumps that the creature carried on its chest. Surely the warmth and moisture were perfect for eggs to thrive and hatch! The fluid it had absorbed was more than enough to feed those it had in its egg-sac, so they would not need to feed from the creature they were implanted in before they hatched and came out the same way they went in, thereby allowing for it to use the creature in the future if it ever caught it again for the same purpose, over and over and over again. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she felt the tendrils warm up unexpectedly, her nipples stretching open to the size of her thumbs as something hot surged through them and spilled into her tits, plumping them as the dark slime finally spurted out from between her nipples and the cord-like tentacles. It dribbled down her breasts and her body until a small pool of it formed in the very bottom of the small pit, her breasts themselves being inflated with the warm slime until they resembled a porn star’s rack, E or I cups at least. The slime smelled vaguely fruity, and it was warm enough that it steamed as it dripped down her bound body. She breathed in, enjoying the smell, and realized that it must have an aphrodisiac effect! An intense heat had ignited in her crotch and she now felt needy for something to fill her the way she was craving. Fortunately for her, the plant that she now decided to call a Fuck-Pitcher was one to put out when it decided to breed. The creature felt Jesse’s body temperature rising, and her skin moistening especially between her legs. It sent forth more sensory filaments bundled together to explore her undercarriage, and they tasted a sweet nectar that flowed from between her labia. They dove into her eagerly as Jesse came with a high-pitched whine from the rough tentacles quickly going to work on her hyper-sensitive pussy. For once her ass was ignored and while it was a nice change of pace, Jesse couldn’t help but feel disappointingly empty back there, although the tentacles grinding into her cervix and stimulating her G-spot non-stop were more than enough for her as she orgasmed for the second time in half a minute. She panted as the tentacles sucked out her feminine fluids and delved even deeper. They continued massaging her cervix, and finally pushed through into her womb. She shuddered as they squiggled around in her center, the rootlike filaments separating as they tasted her and pushed deep into her fallopian tubes before a curious tendril discovered her urethra when she came a third time, squirting over the slender limbs and prompting them to explore her tightest hole and all the potential treasure within. A third tentacle wasted no time in prying her malleable flesh apart and shoved its slimy length through her urethra and into her bladder with no regard for her moan at the sudden and very textured penetration. Dissatisfied, the creature didn’t find any more of her vaginal lubricant or ejaculate, but it continued its probing nevertheless. The cord tentacle split into two after having found two small holes in the tiny stretchy chamber, which it had filled out after stuffing a full two feet of its length into her urethra, bundling up in the small chamber and leaving Jesse to gasp in surprise as the tentacles jammed themselves into her ureters, and as they probed their way into her kidneys. The tendrils slithered through her body and deeper into her renal system, finding nothing of value to them. The tendril secreted the dark slime it used for implanting its eggs into more mobile carriers, so it didn’t damage the insides of its new toy as it pulled out, Jesse just groaning as the four feet of tentacle slithered out of her peehole, leaving it gaped slightly from the relatively massive stretch. Jesse was in ecstasy as she felt the tentacles in her tits and pussy squirm slightly as the cord-like lengths began the process of delivering their eggs into her. The filament like tendrils all swelled as small lumps, the size of fish eggs were methodically squeezed along their lengths. Jesse Gasped as her pussy lips and nipples were stretched even further open as the eggs flowed into her body. Her womb was filled fallopian tubes first with eggs pressing against her ovaries, the pressure making her groan as her uterus was stuffed full, Her belly swelling slowly until she looked five months pregnant. The cords in her tits however, were delivering eggs to the many channels and milk glands hidden within her perky boobs. Her womb was quickly filled, the tentacle slipping out of her cervix and plunging into her urethra to deliver the last of its eggs right into her bladder. Her breasts were expanding as the eggs were dropped in one by one, dark slime leaking out between her nipples and the tentacles stuffing them. Her breasts continued to grow as the creature doubled down on filling her. She felt her skin and the flesh underneath stretch as she approached her limit, and the eggs just now starting to slow down. Her breasts were easily I or J cups when the tentacles slopped out of her nipples, now swollen and hyper-sensitive, making her cum yet again as they dragged their rough lengths from her. Some eggs fell out of her gaping tits and into the bottom of the fuck-pitcher, but the vast majority stayed within her breasts, bladder and uterus. Jesse felt the chamber she was in begin to undulate rhythmically, and squeeze her legs, pushing her body up towards the entrance. It had finished with her, having seeded her as thoroughly as it could and now it was ejecting her! The cordlike tendrils released her, and she thrust her powerful arms upwards, grabbing onto the rim of the things mouth and pulling her mass free of the kinky plant. Jesse looked around, still a little in shock from how rapid her molestation was this time. She saw the Power coupling laying amongst the twigs and grasses and she quickly picked it up before standing up to get her bearings. “Shit” Jesse thought as she realized she was completely disoriented. She had forgotten which direction the cave was in! In the back of her mind she felt that the Biosuit’s limited awareness was unable to direct her properly, something about the slime the fuck pitcher had pumped into her messing with its physiology, making her hopelessly lost. Jesse realized all she would really haver to do was top find the Star-Liner again and head in the opposing direction, and there were trees all around! She made for the trunk of the nearest tree, one that had branches that resembled pictures of the neurons in a brain that she had seen before, she placed the Power Coupling in her mouth and telling the Biosuit to harden the claw-like tips of her fingers, she used her enhanced strength to sink them into the tree’s spongy bark. The tree shuddered as she climbed it, and Jesse couldn’t quite tell if it was from the impact of her claws or the tree itself reacting to her making holes where holes weren’t supposed to be. Honestly, she didn’t really care. She reached the branches and started to clamber faster towards the top, finally breaching the dense canopy of leaves and branches that obscured her vision so handily. She looked around, sighting the towering fin on the roof of the great steel carcass to her left, and looking right she saw the stony hill spotted with greenery where the cave and her hidden ship and escape route were located. Just before she was going to make her way to the ground once more, a low drone rose into being, her improved hearing picking it up long before she would have normally. It quickly rose in volume and Jesse realized what it was. The engine of a flying Skiff! She had no doubt in her mind that it was the Pirates flying about, but for what reason she couldn’t imagine. She quickly leapt down the branches as the Skiff flew into view above the trees, the shouting of a woman now audible to her, likely whoever was directing the flyer. It flew over head, and swung about, Jesse’s stomach dropping as it turned and slowed near her position. She dropped the rest of the way to the ground, easily thirty feet, and landed hard, her increased bulk tipping her onto her side. She had forgotten she was carrying the plant’s eggs! Jesse scrabbled to her feet as several ropes dropped through the trees, shadowed figures sliding down on motorized harnesses. She started to run, narrowly avoiding a net launched from one of the people on the ropes, and she was almost to a thicket and disappeared into the brush when she heard a sharp whistle and a sting in her lower back that quickly erupted into a blinding pain. An electro-dart! Jesse had used them hunting big game before, and she knew they were essentially high power tasers shot from a rifle to subdue larger animals. She collapsed, her legs spasming as the dart shocked her. A woman’s voice rang out close behind her “Watch out, ya cunts! There’s a mantrap right there, get too close and it’ll suck you in like a noodle and digest ya!” Jesse rolled over and saw a tall blonde haired woman approaching her. The woman raised a rifle and shot Jesse with another dart, delivering yet more electricity to her system, and now close enough to reach down and pluck the Power Coupling from her jaws. “Now then sweetie,” the woman crooned in a condescending tone. “Looks like you’ve gone and taken something that’s not yours, and the boss wants to know why.” Before Jesse could get a word out, the woman with a cruel gleam in her eyes swung her rifle butt at Jesse’s head, and her vision went dark as she was knocked out. The woman looked over the strange creature, a slight thread of curiosity winding through her mind and the undeniably feminine creature. It looked like it could rip a human apart with ease, yet it had run when it saw her crew. “Sedate this alien fuck,” She barked at her crew “Get… Her, I guess, loaded up. Boss wants us back at base in an hour with this thief.” The woman began to walk back to her rope as she slipped the Power Coupling into her satchel, wondering what the fuck this scout trip was about anyway.
Chapter 3 - Can I offer you a nice egg in this trying time?	Jesse awoke to the feeling of a thick tendril slipping into her ass. She opened her eyes and realized she was no longer on the floor where she had essentially collapsed. Instead, the blue-glowing tentacles had lifted her from the floor and held her upright, her back pressed against the warm, fleshy wall. The tentacle currently molesting her and plumbing rather deeply into her still-filled guts was one of the pink tentacles, writhing around as it fed its length into her. As she felt it slide deeper, she became aware of her belly losing its bulk. It seemed that she had clenched the whole while she was sleeping and held most of the fluid inside her, which the creature now saw fit to extract. “Ooh, good morning to you too.” Jesse yawned. The eye tentacle that had presumably watched over her waggled a Yes. She felt the tentacles holding her start to massage her back and limbs. It wasn’t the worst way to wake up, with a good buttfuck and a good massage. Jesse’s belly flattened out to its usual trim shape and the pink tentacle slipped from her butt and disappeared, but the tentacles still held her to the wall. “Are you gonna let me down?” The eye waggled a No. Jesse looked at it quizzically and watched as yet more new tentacles dropped down from the ceiling. There were about ten of them, all translucent so that she could see the blue glow through them. The tendrils holding her lifted her away from the wall and into the air, bringing her into a seated position with her thighs spread and straight out, her lower legs free to move along with her arms as the tentacles cradled her thighs, butt and back. It was a very comfortable position to be filled with eggs, as Jesse was confident that’s what was coming. She was thrown off somewhat when one of the clear tentacles bumped against her lips and slipped into her mouth. A warm white fluid travelled the length of the tentacle and began to pour into her mouth. Instead of the expected cum taste, it was flavoured like porridge with butter and brown sugar. It was feeding her! Jesse knew better than to reject the meal and she gulped the tasty fluid down, hoping that her fears of her digestive system being cleaned of the natural gut flora was incorrect. She’d become ill or starve otherwise. She was busy enough drinking down the liquid food that she didn’t notice the other tentacles filling with the familiar green lube that served to make her stretchy so that the tentacles didn’t kill her. She grunted around the tentacle in her mouth as two of them pressed into her ass at the same time, stretching her and filling her butt wonderfully, and dispensing the elasticizing lube. The fluid stopped flowing through the tentacle in her mouth, and as it quickly retracted to the dark hole it had come from, another took its place and gave her a helping of the same minty lube, which she swallowed in preparation for whatever the creature was planning now. Three more tendrils bumped up against her pussy, two of them pushing into her vagina and delivering their payload, and the third pushing the lube into her urethra and bladder. The tentacle in Jesse’s throat began to push deeper, along with the two in her ass. They moved slowly, spilling more of the green lube as they went. Jesse’s stomach was feeling rather full by the time the tentacle reached it and stopped pumping lube. She was able to breath again soon as the tendril stopped moving, a white tubular tentacle slipping into her mouth and down her trachea to provide her with air. The tentacles in her ass stopped as well when they reached the entrance to her small intestines. The two in her vagina decided they had squeezed enough lube through her cervix, all the same as the third, because they all started pushing into her womb and urethra at the same time. Her flesh was malleable now, and the tentacles had no trouble slipping into the tight holes and reaching as deep as they intended. The tentacles in Jesse’s uterus each pushed into a Fallopian tube, ready for whatever next came down the tentacles’ lengths while the tendril in her urethra simply stayed in her bladder, lightly pulsing against her clit. It was time for the next wave of tentacles apparently, because two more came towards her, leaving only one dangling in the open. The two tentacles moved towards her chest and zeroed in on her newly fuckable nipples. The tips of the tentacles pressed into her boobs and pushed the lube out, some of it squirting over her breasts onto her belly, but a good deal of it was squeezed into her breasts, the cool lube tingling within her pale globes. The two tentacles stopped pumping lube and held still. Jesse knew why, she could feel her nipples starting to stretch around the round ends of the tendrils, her breasts moving up as her nipples accepted the girth, stretching around the tendrils while the pressure on her breasts was released by the penetration. Her nipples finally accepted the widest girth of the tentacles, and her breasts suddenly heaved up, forcing more length into her boobs as the resistance keeping them pressed to her chest finally vanished. Jesse gasped at the stretch so deep in her tits, her breathing heavy as she came with a long moan while she looked up. All the tentacles penetrating her pulsed in unison and she was almost glad to see her hypothesis was correct. There were dark blue spheres making their way down the rippling tentacles. Eggs, lots of eggs interspersed with the green lube, all intended to fit into every orifice she had. It was the tentacle in her throat that received the eggs first. This close to Jesse’s face, she got a good gauge of how big they actually were. They were about as large as a goose egg. They looked to be about two inches in diameter, and she definitely felt the stretch as they slid down her throat into her stomach. She glanced down and watched as the tentacles in her tits started to deliver their payload. The lube was squirting out of her breasts around the tentacles, but the eggs stopped the flow as they stretched her nipples wide, eliciting a high whine from her throat as they forced their way in. The first eggs finally popped inside her breasts, paving they way for more to slide in easier, although at a much slower pace than the other tentacles, save for the one in her bladder. Now it was the lower tentacles turns. The eggs slipped into her ass and were pushed into her small intestine, where they started to line up and push deeper with every new arrival, just as the tentacle in her throat was now sending the eggs into her small intestine from the other way. The tentacles in her pussy had to force the eggs through her cervix, but after three sets they popped into her womb with ease. The tentacle in her urethra however, was having trouble. Five eggs had piled up in the tentacle against the entrance, and the first one was only a quarter in, Jesse’s body doing all it could to deny access to her urethra. The tentacle pushed more lube into her bladder, forcing the muscles to relax as it put more force behind the eggs. Slowly, reluctantly, Jesse’s body opened up to receive the payload, the first egg now a third inside, then halfway, and finally with a slurp, it vanished into her urethra and was neatly deposited in her bladder. Jesse let out a small scream as she came again from the feeling of the next four eggs rush into her peehole, the tentacle making sure the eggs were secure before it slithered from her semi-gaped urethra and joined the tentacles in her pussy, pushing eggs through her cervix and into her womb now that her Fallopian tubes were filled. Jesse’s womb was filled to its absolute maximum capacity after ten minutes. She felt her flesh as stretchy as it was begin to strain. Evidently the creature felt this too, because it quickly retracted the ovipositor tentacles and just as quickly plugged her pussy up with one of the thick purple tentacles. The same was happening with the tentacles pumping eggs into her nipples. She looked at her bulging rack, now easily an I-cup with all the eggs filling her overstuffed boobs. Several pink tentacles and took the places of those spent ovipositors as they slopped out of her nipples, a few of the eggs tumbling out before her nipples were properly plugged. That was her bladder and urethra, womb and her tits stuffed with eggs. Jesse couldn’t foresee exactly what they would hatch into. Would they be larva? New tentacles? Would they be something else entirely? Jesse was panting from arousal and the strain of having her poor but and throat still stuffed with so many eggs. Her belly continued to expand as yet more eggs and copious amounts of lube were pumped into her. She was fantasizing about the little tentacle squeezing out of all her holes when she felt the pressure finally become to much as her navel started to give way again, popping out as the liquid weight became too much yet again. Or was it the liquid this time? Jess felt an uncharacteristic pressure, her eyes going wide as something pushed her belly button out from the inside. An egg was forcing her navel out. Would it fit? Jesse knew that the eggs were thicker than the bulb of the eye tentacle watching her belly as it strained to contain the eggs. Her question was answered as a small gush of lube erupted from her belly, followed by the deep shiny blue of an egg stretching her belly button, the pressure behind it pushing it out. Her navel stretched around it as the force behind the egg overcame her body. The egg reached the halfway point of its spherical mass, and with a wet pop, the pressure released with a stream of lube as the egg dropped to the floor. The eye tentacle looked at the egg on the ground, and back up at Jesse. It saw that another egg was squeezing out of her belly, and it jerked up towards her, pressing the egg back into the warm confines of her body and pushing its bulbous head back into her navel. It didn’t go deeper into her, however. It simply stayed there and plugged the leak. Apparently, the creature decided she was full enough at that point, and it halted the flow of eggs, dragging the clear tentacles out of her and replacing the ones in her ass with another of the thick purple limbs. Jesse groaned as the purple tentacle pressed into her ass, squeezing the eggs deeper until the purple tentacle was the only thing occupying her descending colon. There was no tentacle to plug Jesse’s throat, which she was happy enough to accept without argument, until she felt a blockage rising in her throat, and a flood of the green lube filling her mouth as a bulge worked its way up- from behind her collarbone. The egg finally slipped up out of her throat and unceremoniously shlorped out her mouth as the lube pushed on its back end, filling her nose and jetting from her nostrils. She retched as her body purged the lube and eggs that had been forced into her throat, three more eggs in total before she could breathe normally. The tentacles plugging her holes began to pulse gently and rhythmically, now flooding her holes with what felt like some kind of syrup. The ones in her nipples and urethra were finished first. They pulled out of her, and no eggs followed. Just some strings of a sticky gray fluid with the consistency of glue. Jesse touched the fluid dribbling out of her tits, astonished at how quickly the goo locked her fingers together, requiring her to break the bonds with her other hand. So this was the plan, the tentacles were filling her full of some kind of glue to seal the eggs in her, and then at some point they’d hatch and come flooding out of her. Delightful. Jesse was surprised at how happy she was. This creature had treated her amazingly, and now she was gonna be a mother, albeit to squirming tentacle babies. She was pondering her role in this new life for about ten minutes, until she could taste the goo that held the eggs in place on the back of her tongue. It flooded out of her mouth, dripping down her belly and over the eye tentacle still stuffed in her navel. When the fluid reached it, it popped out of her belly with a wet sucking sound and the tentacles stopped their pulsing. Jesse retched a few times, her body clearing out the goo from her throat before it hardened. No more eggs came squeezing out of her belly. The tentacles all retracted from her gaping holes as the glowing tendrils began to massage her aching flesh and bring her back to the wall. It seemed that the whole of the impregnation was over, and now Jesse just had to wait. 3 DAYS LATER Jesse was pretty bored for all the orgasms. She had fallen asleep three times, and when she was awake the tentacles holding her and massaging her pregnant belly would also be playing with her clit, nipples and g-spot. For all the pleasure, she couldn’t help but sighing and wondering when eggs were going to hatch. She had been wondering for what she believed was a couple days now, so it came with a wave of relief when she felt a squirming deep inside her. She moaned and squirmed herself at the sensation, and the tentacles had obviously been paying attention and waiting for this. The eye tentacle that had withdrawn shortly after she had been impregnated dropped from the ceiling in minutes, and moved over to her, nuzzling her cheek as she panted, the squirming and cracking of the eggs growing ever more intense. The tendrils holding her gently maneuvered her into a birthing position, ass down and face up. The squirming in her belly and now her breasts grew ever more intense as the first new tentacles emerged. They were all the same colour, a dark grey. They were at least an inch thick and ten long. The first slipped from her ass, five at once, and fell onto the ground where they quickly slithered into the darkness. A flood of these small tentacles fell from her ass and her pussy now, easily two hundred of before the flow paused. Jesse felt pressure in her colon. Something big was coming, and just its movement had her belly wobbling. It breached from her ass, bright pink and three inches thick. A full foot, then two, three, four, and five feet of tentacle slithered out of her stretched butt, crawling up into one of the many holes in the wall. Her breasts were next. Thick white larvae stretched her nipples as they emerged, falling onto her belly where the tentacles tending her scooped them up and carried them away. Her nipples were getting the stretching of a lifetime as the larvae jostled their way out two, three at a time, leaving Jesse to grunt and moan until she felt another thick tentacle sliding out of her throat, and sliding from between her lips. It had a sweet coating, like a maple syrup glaze, and she decided she didn’t mind the wait for this as she came over and over, the tentacles in her bladder stretching her urethra and tickling her clit as they slithered out. Almost all the eggs had hatched, the few that hadn’t now wriggling and breaking out. More of the thick pink worms slithered out of Jesse’s ass and mouth until they decided to take the alternate route. Jesse’s belly was steadily flattening, but she still looked about five months pregnant. Jesse’s belly button bulged up suddenly, the tip of one of the large pink tentacles wriggling through the opening and stretching her belly button further than even the eggs had. It fought against her body, her stretched belly button clinging to it, but inevitably losing as another tentacle began to wiggle through. The stretch was incredible, orgasmic even as the slimy babies slithered from every hole they could, leaving Jesse as a quivering wreck as the stretch added to her already intense orgasms. Her belly button was gaping slightly as the tentacles slithered from her, leaving her with the last one. It was huge, easily double the thickness of the pink ones. The baby purple tentacle prodded at her open navel, bulging it out like the pink ones had before. Deciding it would emerge from her ass instead, the bulge moved around her belly with Jesse's hands tracing its path through her guts as it found its way through her and into her colon. It was so huge that it made her cum by rubbing her g-spot all the way from her ass! Her poor anus stretched wide as it slipped from her, the seven feet of length caught mid air and borne away by the glowing tendrils. It seemed that was it, all Jesse’s babies had been born, all her holes had been well gaped, and she had lost count of how many orgasms she’d had. Now it was time for the tentacles to focus on her. The eye tentacle slipped into her mouth and down her throat. Jesse was still lost in the afterglow to pay it much mind as it slithered through her thoroughly used body and slipped from her ass, before diving into her pussy. A post-natal checkup, Jesse presumed. Another orgasm took her as it poked around her womb and slipped into her bladder once more. Jesse realized something was different though, as she felt the length within her tensing. The bulb pulled free of her urethra and slipped back through her digestive tract, Jesse spasming from the sensation of the bulb dragging itself through her guts. As the eye tentacle continued its retreat, Jesse glance another limb descending from the ceiling. It had a wide bulb at the tip, growing larger and then shrinking. It reminded her of her dildos she had on her ship, long, bumpy, ridged, or simply knotted at the base. The inflated portion of the new tentacle pressed up against her butt, the pressure making her grunt as the bulb pressed into her colon and deeper. It shrank as it reached her small intestine, at which point the eye tentacle fully extracted itself from her throat and mouth. The tentacle slithered deeper into her guts, a feeling Jesse was now more accustomed too, but still one that she enjoyed immensely. She felt meters of the tentacle plumb her butt, eventually slipping through her duodenum and into her stomach. She grinned as it pressed through her throat, opening wide as the tentacle burst from between her lips and stopped abruptly. Jesse looked at the tentacle coming from her mouth and moaned as she felt the whole length plumping up, her belly swelling more than it already had to contain the expanding mass. The sensation rose up her throat, and Jesse watched intrigued as the bulb in front of her face began to expand, swelling until it was the size of her own head. She gasped as best she could as she felt the tentacle spearing her begin to pull, whilst the glowing tendrils still caressing her relinquished their grip on her body. The tentacle continued to pull, Jesse's innards now bearing the weight of her body as the limb started to retract towards the ceiling. Jesse was now flipped upside down, her hands caressing her swollen belly and playing with her clit as her legs hung down, spreading her asscheeks wide and emphasizing her stretched anus and outlining her belly as she was reeled upwards. She felt warm flesh meet her buttocks and thighs as the hole the tentacle dropped from dilated to accommodate her body, the hole slipping over her legs, breasts, and finally her head as she was drawn yet deeper into the tentacle pit. Jesse couldn't wait to find out what could come next.
Chapter 5 - Jesse vs. the Wildlife	Jesse flew out of the cave much higher than she had anticipated. She had made some pretty impressive leaps in a mechanical exoskeleton, but this biosuit was on a whole other level! She was at least ten meters above the ground, and now falling, getting ready for her new weight to slam into the earth and plants. She whipped through the leaves and vines, her legs making contact. They compressed like springs, the digitigrade limbs absorbing the force from her increased mass with ease. She used the force as a springboard on the ground, and leapt forward using it as momentum for her run to the closest shipwreck that might still have parts for her to scavenge and repair the ship still hiding within the cave. She was ecstatic. This new body she had been granted was incredible in its physical abilities, even if it was made up of a bunch of tentacles, merged into one. The trees and bushes of this alien world whipped past her as she ran, at least double, no, triple the speed of any human that had ever run on foot! A blur of motion to her right caught Jesse’s eyes, two of them flicking over to see… What? It looked like a giant stump of a tree sticking out of the ground. Jesse diverted her attention when she shouldn’t have. She looked away from the log in time for a thick limb to jerk up, out of the soil and cause her to slam into it. She looked back, the log was not in fact a stump, but a massive creature rising from the ground on four thick legs connected to the body of it at the base. It was huge! The four equidistant legs supported the body well above the ground, the highest point reaching probably eight meters up! On its underside, a massive, sharp looking beak clacked under the beast’s main body, implying an unsavory intention for Jesse’s powerful form. Several grey tendrils, much like the limbs within the pit, but used for far more nefarious means lashed from the beast’s beak at her. She crouched low in an instant! The first of the four or so grey limbs swung over her, missing by inches. Jesse leapt into the air, sailing towards the creature’s body. She landed, digging her claws into the creature’s hide, eliciting a sound like a rumble as if from thunder and a squeal like metal on metal. The limbs lashed at her once again, their pointed tips lunging for her. Jesse pulled herself out of the way, leapt from the beast's leathery hide and almost laughed as the grey limbs broke through the beast’s hide and plunged deeply into its own body. It collapsed right there, its massive bulk slamming into the soft soil. Evidently it wasn’t used to quick prey or being cautious about using those tentacles… Jesse thought to herself. She couldn’t help but feel bad for the creature. Sure, it had just tried to eat her first, but she was the one that had entered its territory and looked so damn tasty to the thing. She was looking at the thing’s bulk, dead or unconscious by its own devices long enough that she didn’t notice a second one rising from the soil until the grey tendrils were already shooting towards her. She crouched to jump a second too late! The tentacle wrapped around her arm and held her fast, now dragging her towards the creature and its deadly maw. More of the tendrils wrapped around Jesse’s body as she struggled, the immense strength of her biosuit not enough to escape the creature. She looked at the maw fearfully. Had she really gotten herself into such a bad situation so quickly? The answer was no, of course. Jesse’s jaw dropped as something slid out of the creature’s mouth, or what she had presumed was its mouth. There was no other word for it, other than a gigantic cock, dripping a greenish fluid. Jesse stopped struggling. If the beast just wanted to fuck her, she’d be on her way quickly enough. She looked back at the one that had collapsed after she had it feed itself its own tentacles, wondering if it had been hungry, or just overexcited at the prospect of having a mate. No matter, she’d been caught by this one. She looked back as she felt the tentacles shift her, and gave a squawk of surprise as the creature flipped her upside down, her legs splaying out, and brought its massive shaft to her rear end. Looking up, she saw some of the greenish slime drip down; and felt it land square on her asshole. “Oh, for fucks sake” She grumbled “Why does everything on this damn planet wanna fuck my aAAAA-“ She broke off her complaint as the beast stuffed its thigh-thick cock up her bum. Jesse groaned at the stretch. It wasn’t the biggest she had felt, very much in thanks to the pit, but it was still a huge change from her ass having tightened up again. “Some foreplay would’a been nice…” She groaned to the creature. It paid her no heed, instead letting her droop down, her asshole dragging over its cock before it pulled her back up, bottoming out and bulging her armored belly, the plates of keratin nearly separating from her indigo skin. The creature rumbled contentedly as it reamed her, Jesse enjoying the filling too. It fucked her the same way for several minutes before Jesse finally came, her body and the biosuit jerking and twitching from the intensity of the orgasm. Gasping and moaning, Jesse realized that the beast’s movements dragging her up and down its shaft were becoming jerky and erratic. She grinned, recognizing the universal signal for “Holy fuck I’m gonna cum” seconds before it did. If the tentacle’s output had been like a firehose, this thing was a hydroelectric dam. The sheer mass of the cum that flooded into her guts was enough to make several of the keratin plates on her now ballooning belly to fly off of her and into the undergrowth. The cum surged through her guts, Jesse watching her belly as it expanded along the lines of her intestines, her muscular stomach stretching and the pressure growing faster than it ever had before. Lucky for her, she had been made permanently stretchy by the fluids the Tentacle Creature used, so where a normal human would be ripped apart, she just enjoyed the massive cream filling she was getting dumped into her. The tsunami of cum was surging through her small intestines, and her belly was the size of a keg. Her navel was already standing out on her belly, a spurt of cum squirting out with every pulse from the beast as the thick, syrupy fluid continued to press through her insides, finally reaching her duodenum, stomach and esophagus. Jesse opened her mouth as the pastel green sludge surged from her jaws. It tasted like a mildly sweet butter, certainly not all that unappealing of a flavor. Gallons flowed through her body, splashing onto the soil to form a small lake of the fluid as the trickle of cum leaking from her belly button trailed down the globe of her swollen belly. The beast paid the cum splattering on the ground no mind. Its goal was a simple one. Find something that looks female, pump ridiculous amounts of cum into it, and hope that that leads to a successful fertilization and a new egg of its kind. It had succeeded in finding something female, but it had pushed into the wrong hole. That being said, Jesse was glad it had taken her ass instead of her pussy for fear that the sheer volume of cum from the beasts now deflating upper section would make her pop like a tick. The creature rumbled again, and Jesse felt the flow of cum die down. There was soon enough time for her to cough and splutter her way to a full breath, and shortly after that she felt the tentacles holding her poor abused asshole to the base of the beasts cock loosen quickly, and simply drop her the three meters to the ground. Jesse landed on her side, a surge of the pastel cum spewing from her throat, belly button and asshole. She groaned as the creature lumbered away through the trees, now a lot shorter as the cum-filled bulk of its body had deflated. “Ughhh… C-call me!” Jesse groaned after the beast, coughing up more cum as she spoke. She decided that it needed a name, at least for herself to call them by. She sifted through several options in her mind before coming to rest on one she deemed appropriate. Tower-cock was what she chose. Jesse laid on the soft soil as her belly slowly deflated, the warm cum only coming from her ass now. She was in a haze, muttering “Ohhh my god, fuuuck…” and groaning as her body recovered from the brutal fucking. Once her belly was back to a normal size and her body had secreted more of the keratin plating that shielded her belly she got to her feet, the last dregs of the now clotted cum leaking from her ass. Jesse stretched, popping her joints and enjoying the rippling cracks along her spline before she set off again. Her biosuit once again fed her information on where to go, directing her towards a tower of steel jutting above the treeline in the near distance. Jesse readied to head off again, now making sure to be extra careful not to attract the attention of more Tower-cocks or any other beasts that fancied her ass wrapped around whatever tool they used for breeding. There would maybe be time for that later. Jesse rested for a short while before carrying on, quickly resuming her pace from before she had been caught. It didn’t take too long to cross the five or so kilometers that remained on her way to the crashed starship, and the size of it nearly boggled her mind. It had to be several kilometers long! The hull had crumpled and torn with the impact, carving a long trench behind the ship that was now overgrown with vegetation. Jesse was unfamiliar with the design of the ship, or perhaps it was simply too mangled for her to recognize. She spotted several holes near the aft of the ship that looked like the same wounds in the cave ship, and concluding that the pirate’s Modus Operandi was to destroy a ship’s power couplings to the engines, and take all the loot they could and likely sell the passengers to whoever would buy them. Jesse walked along the length of the ship to a tear in the hull that lead into an abandoned service corridor, and leapt up into the breach with her powerful legs. She walked into the darkness, her four alien eyes adjusting to the low light far greater than any human eyes could. She continued through the wreck, clambering over crushed support struts and crawling under collapsed ceilings. She had walked and explored the ruin for a good hour and a half when the skin of the biosuit reacted to something. Jesse didn’t have to wonder. The suit made a thought appear in her mind. I’m being followed. Jesse looked behind her. There was nothing there, just the creaks of an aging wreck and the howl of with through shattered windows and shredded hull plating. She carried on into the ship, hoping that the pirate’s projector beams hadn’t destroyed all that she needed. She came to the entrance to the reactor bay, through a doorway that had crushed like an accordion, leaving only a small gap that she decided to attempt to squeeze through. Her head and chest fit through easily enough, but then she heard a slithering sound from behind her. Jesse froze, beginning to panic and then started to struggle. She dragged her stomach through the doorframe, nearly catching her freshly hardened armour plates on the edges… And with a push from her feet, she managed to firmly wedge her hips in the doorway. If Jesse could stress sweat in the suit, she would have been doing so, but she turned back to jam her arms into the doorframe and try to push it enough for her butt and tail to fit through. “Damn it all!” She nearly yelled in frustration, the slithering getting louder as the producer drew nearer to her vulnerable form. If this goddamned suit wasn’t on I could fit, FUCK! Raced through her mind. She reefed on the door with all her might, hearing the metal squeal as it began to expand, her hips inching forwards. The dry slithering sound was right beyond the door, whatever was following Jesse had reached her. She reefed on the frame again in panic, and froze as a wormlike creature with a single large eye at the tip squeezed through the door on her left. Jesse froze. She had been expecting some kind of horrific snake-thing to drag her back through the frame and eat her alive, not for something cute and rather inquisitive looking to pop through and gaze at her like a puppy. Jesse didn’t know what to make of it as it squeezed its body through, emitting a gurgling sound as it drew closer to her face, examining her in detail. The worm-like creature was long. Five feet of its slightly wrinkled body extended from the doorframe as its great big eye curled around her, taking Jesse in. “You’re just a curious little guy, aren’t ya?” Jesse inquired with a light chuckle. The thing swung its eye to look at her mouth as she spoke, letting out a happy gurgle from what Jesse saw was a small linear opening on its underside, just below the eyeball. The little nodes along the creature’s sides wiggling as it made noise. I can’t believe I got this scared from an alien furby. Jesse chided herself. The creature gurgled again as it slithered through the doorframe, at least another five feet of length emerging as Jesse’s eyes widened at the unexpected size of the curious creature. It dropped down the wall and disappeared into a hole in the floor. “Huh.” Was all Jesse could think to say, merely glad that it hadn’t seemed interested in eating or fucking her. Jesse went back to the task of pushing the squashed doorframe up, making progress by the millimeter. She paused when she heard the gurgling trill of the worm-thing, and looked back through the gap beside her but. There it was, looking at her again. “What do you want?” She asked, expecting the thing to just bugger off now that it had inspected her. Instead, it drew nearer to her rear end. “Oh, you little- Don’t you do what I think you’re gonna do!” Jesse warned the creature, kicking at it with her powerful leg. Her foot connected with it’s soft looking body, but it was not soft. Jesse’s eyes widened as she realized the creature was made of hard muscle, and its eye was focused on her rear end, pussy and asshole on full display as the suit’s tail was raised in an autonomic attempt to balance her weight. Jesse saw the eye glance at her face as she silently begged it not to do anything. She had shit to do, and getting fucked by a muscle-worm wasn’t on the list today. Unfortunately for Jesse, the worm ran on no such schedules, and she gasped and cursed as the thing swiftly pushed its head through her asshole, and it began to crawl into the nice warm den it had found. Jesse moaned at the feeling of the firm five-inch diameter of the thing sliding into her ass, the little nodules on the creature’s sides propelling it deeper into her guts and stimulating her walls. Jesse looked down at her belly, and saw the thing crawling through her guts, bulging her belly outwards as it continued its perverse exploration of her body. Jesse moaned as the thing passed through her transverse colon and pushed its massive eye down her ascending colon, five feet of its body still sticking out of her ass as its head met the entrance to her small intestine. She felt the thing wiggle in her and heard its muffled gurgles as it tried to push itself deeper. Her flesh was elastic however, and with a slurping feeling like swallowing a Jello shot whole, its head breached the entrance and its quest into Jesse’s ass continued. Jesse gasped at the sensation, moaning “You little fucker, why is it always my ass!?” The creature gave no answer except to pull itself deeper and bulge her tummy further for what seemed like the millionth time. Jesse’s hips came free of the door just after the wriggling tail of the worm creature slipped into her ass. The creature didn’t stop at that point. It kept dragging its body deeper until the very end of its tail had passed into her small intestine, keeping Jesse moaning and gasping until it was done. That was ten feet of worm-thing inside of Jesse’s body, lightly gurgling and wiggling around, fueling Jesse’s own overgrown libido. Jesse got to her feet from the floor, and looking at her swollen belly, decided that as long as it didn’t try to eat her from the inside, there was really nothing to be done until she got back to the cave and had the tentacles pull the creature out of her ass. So she carried on, wary of any more gurgles or slithering noises from the surrounding wreck. Luckily enough, she managed to get to the reactor chamber with no other encounters. She pushed the jammed door open, squealing in its rusted slides as it resisted movement. Jesse stepped inside, her round belly brushing the doorframe, and she saw a gaping hole where the projector beam had pierced and crippled this great cruiser, the evening light streaming in to contrast the darkness in the ship's carcass. Her eyes adjusted to the brightness and Jesse found herself realizing that she could have simply clambered along the hull until she managed to drop in here, no getting stuck or hosting a Butt-slug required. Jesse crossed her arms and huffed in annoyance, glad that she had at least thought up a suitable name for her passenger. ”It’s settled then,” She grumbled aloud. “I’m gonna call you ‘Butt-slug’, ya little butt-slug. You good with that?” Jesse heard the muffled gurgling once again and couldn’t help but roll her eyes and carry on searching for a power coupler. Her search led her to a small spare parts room of to the side of the main chamber. She rummaged through the parts that had been thrown around the chamber when the ship had crashed, eventually finding what she was looking for. She pulled the spare power coupling out of the pell-mell mix of tools and parts. It was rusty, but it would have to do, especially if she could find a wire brush or a polishing wheel. Jesse let out a crow of triumph and started laughing, making her passenger wiggle about as well. She huffed, waiting for the little bastard to calm down, and the crouched down and leapt to the peak of the dead reactor, and then from there to the hole blasted through the hull however many years ago this ship was shot down. She clambered over the hull on all fours with the coupler in her right hand, being careful not to slip on the smooth metal and plunge the hundred meters to the ground. She made her way to a rend in the metal that provided a relatively safe path to the ground, and proceeded to drop, floor by floor. As she neared the ground, perhaps twelve meters up, she became aware of a shuddering in the trees and ground below. Rhythmic, like the stomp of two powerful legs. Jesse became aware immediately that on the edge of the sheared metal like this, her indigo skin and red armor would be like a beacon to any dangerous predators out there. She moved back into the shadows of what was once a crewman’s cabin, setting the power coupling down and letting the shadows obscure her shiny plating from the glow of the setting sun. She crouched down, hiding herself further as something massive emerged from the trees. It was an actual monster, a true predator. Its head was smooth and angular, with no eyes to speak of, but there was a gaping circular maw filled with glassy and horribly sharp looking teeth like a lamprey’s jaws, and a great spike of a tongue, darting out and back in like a snake’s. Its nostrils were small relative to the thing’s head, but they flared wide as they searched for the scent of any prey. Its body was large and shaped like that of an eel, with two legs at the front, branching off several meters from the monster’s sightless face and ending in a single massive spiny claw at the end of the monsters strange 3 jointed limbs. Jesse shrank back, her fear growing as the monster half slithered, half stomped across the ground. Her biosuit’s skin hardened as the plating fell off of her. Was it trying to hide her? Jesse assumed this was exactly the case as the color of the suit’s skin faded to a matte black, and wriggled until it made contact with the wall, forming a seal against the carbonized metal to make her as close to invisible as possible. She shivered as the thing drew near to the tear in the metal she hid within. The top of its head became visible and Jesse felt the worm hiding within her shiver. Did it know what was just outside of its makeshift home? Jesse couldn’t help but shiver as well. Not just from the creature raising its head, nostrils still flaring wide, but from the cold that had set into the suit. Jesse saw pits spaced evenly along the creature’s snout, and she figured it out immediately. They were heat sensory organs. The thing could see body heat, and that explained why it only just now appeared now that the sun had set over distant mountains! It was hunting her scent, and it didn’t emerge until the cool night so it could tell what was alive and what was simply plant or stone. She couldn’t move. If the thing had eyes, they would have been staring right at her. The suit wasn't sentient, but it was smart enough to know that it needed to reduce its heat to the same temperature as the metal and harden its surface so that it released no scent. The creature snuffled loudly, sampling the air to try and find her, its elusive prey. With the scent gone, the beast remained in the same position, Jesse stuck with staring at its grey vein-webbed skin until it finally caught another scent. With a loud and sharp huff of air from its nostrils, the thing began to stomp away, leaving crushed plants and scraped dirt in its wake. The last vestiges of the sunlight disappeared as strange calls and other noises began to emanate from the forest below. Snaps of the bones of various creatures falling victim to nocturnal predators below, squeals of pain from the poor bastard unlucky enough to be found, and various other giant, slithering, hunting-her factors made Jesse take a hard pass on trying to make it back to the cave that night. The suit reaffirmed that notion by transmitting a sense of urgency to find a safe place to her brain, and she couldn’t help but agree with it whole heartedly as something large and screeching flew by her hiding spot on four large, leathery wings. Jesse almost laughed at an errant thought. If this was the planet at night, when all of the sightless predators came out and started to feast on anything and everything that breathed, there was no wonder that all the daytime creatures were so intent on breeding with her or hiding in her body. Jesse flexed her arms and legs, the inky indigo colouring returning to the skin as the biosuit relaxed and started to work on replacing the discarded armor plating, and she leapt along the exposed floors, up to the nearest entrance back into the ship that wasn’t rusted or compressed shut. The Butt-slug deep in her guts gave a muffled gurgle as it sensed the danger having passed, and Jesse agreed with the sentiment, deciding she’d rather spend some time with the Butt-slug and any of its buddies than in the belly of the beast. With that settled in her mind, she found a door that hinged open with a slight screech. Jesse disappeared into the depths of the ship, looking for a bed in a safe spot that wasn’t entirely rotted away.
Chapter 2 - Afterglow	You wake up in your tent to a stifling warmth, legs sticking together in the heat. You go to lift off your blanket to feel the cool morning air, snapping awake as you remember you don't own a fur lined blanket. You realise this warmth is from your Hellhound partner, it's arm draped around you. It hasn't left since invading your tent and ambushing you last night. You reach down to feel his twin members stuck sloppily between your legs, coated in corrupting cum. You run a hand over your tummy, the seed filling your womb now at body temperature, having had the whole evening to radiate it's demonic heat into you. You turn to look at the beast, both heads still sleeping peacefully. It's not your first time being defeated by a Hellhound, and you recall how rare it is that they'd try to knot you in the Mountains. this one must feel really confident to actually fall asleep after rutting. With your weapon out of reach, and the damage of his seed done, you decide there's no point in upsetting the Hellhound. Placing your hand over its own, you close your eyes and wait patiently for your feral assailant to wake up when he's ready. You doubt he often has such an opportunity to rest so comfortably. An hour later, you wake to a warm puff of air over your ear. Your adrenaline spikes as the beast uses a clawed hand over your belly to press your back against his chest. Naked and unarmed against a beast twice your size, you have no way to defend yourself if this thing snaps. You slowly turn, both heads staring intensely into you. With one of its heads panting, you try not to make any sudden moves. You slowly reach up behind one of his ears to scratch it. The Hellhound's eyes cross a little, and you hear his tail slapping the ground as it wags, exactly as you hoped. Feeling a little safer, you slowly move away from him, rolling onto your back for some space. The Hellhound pursues, grabbing your wrists, positioning himself over you as he pins them either side of your head. Pressing his hips down to keep you on your back with your legs around him. You wince and grit your teeth as he grabs your head, expecting the worst, but instead both heads start licking your face, the huge tongues covering you in drool. You push them both away, a little more forcefully than you should have, but the Hellhound doesn't mind. Moving down your body you feel hot breath over your tummy as the Hellhound sniffs at it, before looking back up at you with a wagging tail. You wonder if it's intelligent enough to be thinking about passing on its bloodline. Before you can do more than give him an annoyed look for trying to make you expand his family tree, your eyes widen as you feel flames lick across your belly! Gritting your teeth you see the Hellhound gently blowing on your tummy, black fire dancing over it. The second head does the same. The flame only stings a little, now that you're ready for it. You grab a fistful of your bed roll as the heads alternate, each blowing gentle streams of corrupt hellfire over you, feel your lust gradually rising. You felt brave enough to stop them licking your face, but you make no attempt to stop them this time, worrying what they might do if you interrupt their little ritual. You arch your back, presenting your bare tummy to them as an act of submission, keeping them at ease. The heat from their flames pass through you, and into the seed still soaking your womb, reinvigorating it. Your whole body is soaked with sweat, trying to fight back against the Hellhounds efforts to make your womb a more hospitable home for its pup. Gritting your teeth you near the limit of what you can handle. The heat, both physical and hormonal, becoming an unbearable combination. The Hellhound pairs one last lick of flame, with a long lap of it's tongue across your belly. The moisture feels like heaven, watching steam rise off the saliva it as it cools you down. With one last look and a tail wag, the Hellhound steps up, and exits your tent, leaving you sweating and unbearably horny. Too hot to move you lay back spread eagle, thinking about cool refreshing springs or showering under a waterfall. You do your best to keep your mind off his red hot seed roaming within you. Like a wolf pack hunting its prey, but with the goal of creating life, rather than ending it.
Chapter 1 - Chapter 1	“I just cannot understand how any woman puts up with this sort of behavior Sylvain.” Garreg Mach was abuzz today, it’s stone pathways full of students leaving their classes and studies behind to enjoy what free time they had before any additional duties for the day. Each of the Houses had their own patterns, and one of the Blue Lion’s most reliable phenomena was the bickering between Sylvain and Ingrid. The redheaded playboy had done something to irritate Ingrid today; One of his jilted lovers had glowered at him from the courtyard during studies and though most would dismiss this as just Sylvain’s situation to deal with, she did not. To her this was just another symptom of Sylvain’s misplaced priorities. When it came to the battlefield he was not unskilled, she admitted, but he did not practice or attend strategy lectures as much as she would have liked and spent that time instead chasing running after anything female. It was infuriating, especially because she was his only female friend of any note and it meant she was often left to console the women he left brokenhearted after moving on to the next fancy… On any other day she’d have expected Sylvain to to dismiss her concerns as they walked side by side away from their classroom but today he was a bit more quiet than usual, staring off into the distance. It was unnerving her and she turned to look at him as they rounded a corner. “Are you even listening to me, Sylvain? I am used to talking to you as if you are a wall, but at least you attempt to humor me on normal days.” she quipped, making Sylvain turn to her and half-smile as he reached up to rub the back of his neck. “You’re taking this far more seriously than normal Ingrid. Normally you just give me that resigned sigh and complain about picking up after me…” he asked, raising an eyebrow and Ingrid made a sound as she turned her head away from him to look over the grass. Sylvain had been doing rather better with his improprieties lately and she’d gotten used to being able to go days without having to think about the women he toyed with. That was the truth, but perhaps she had also begun to see a bit of hope in the man. She’d even begun inviting him along to train, perhaps enjoying his company if nothing else… Now it just seemed as if he was back to his behavior and she felt oddly stupid for even beginning to think he had grown up. “I’m quite fine Sylvain. I just got used to not having to watch you avert your gaze and pretend you didn’t notice tearstained women hating you from afar.” she said, ignoring how her voice sounded even to her a bit bitter. Sylvain must have noticed it, because he was now turning to talk to her directly as they walked. “I would never…” he started, but he caught himself before he lied. “...I honestly don’t know why she showed up here. I told her it was over weeks ago, I was honest with her and everything.” came his response and Ingrid raised her eyebrow. Weeks ago? Come to think of it, she hadn’t really seen him with any women since then. That had been right around the time he had come to train with her during the night and they had actually held a conversation without it being interrupted by another woman in recent memories. She felt a heat creeping up the back of her neck but she ignored it, immediately dashing any notion of those thoughts. She did not see Sylvain that way; He was, at absolute best, like her brother. A particularly hard to manage brother who seemed to want to flirt with every woman but herself… “Well. That’s...good then. I suppose. It means you’ll have more energy to devote yourself to worthy pursuits. Like actually landing blows during our training tonight.” she said, trying to keep a small smile out of her voice at the thought of spending the night dueling with Sylvain again. That was when the man turned to her, clearing his throat with an odd expression on his face. Usually he wore that look when he was about to admit something uncomfortable to her; Last time it had been that he’d spilt ink all over her new saddle and ruined the leather, which had been more annoying than anything else. “Actually, I’d like to talk to you about perhaps changing our plans tonight…” Ingrid was about ready to turn to him and ask him what he was talking about, but they had walked into the dining hall at this time and in that instant she caught sight of a rather...vexing person. Professor Byleth. The blue-haired man was standing in front of a table, speaking to a pair of students that she recognized as Dorothea and Bernadette, when he seemed to notice her and he made a small nod of greeting in her direction. Then, just like every time she’d seen the Professor lately, her chest tightened and a spark seemed to jump from somewhere between her legs to her throat. Her breath caught and she looked away awkwardly as a stumble interrupted her gait. Even just seeing the man made her body react and she couldn’t quite understand why. He was the only Professor close to her age, that much was true, and he was a handsome man who could put many of her peers to shame and she understood that intellectually but she rarely paid much attention to men’s appearances… She could admit she liked his eyes. The focus and the calm he wore nearly constantly reflected well in them, but she found lots of things pleasing to look at. They didn’t make her body pulse and her breath hitch, she didn’t flush when she saw artwork or a sunset. Cautiously she turned to look back at Byleth once more and he had turned back to his students but even just this casual glance made her shiver a little as he was suddenly aware of her breasts inside her uniform top, the nipples seeming to scrape inside her bra just right to cause a deeper flush on her face. At first nothing of this sort had happened when she’d met Byleth, but as the weeks passed she had grown more comfortable around the Professor and the more comfortable she became, the more it seemed that the sight of him enflamed her somehow. She had never really felt anything like this before in her life, but that was not surprising to her...She had dedicated herself to being a respected knight, and it had left her little room for experiences like this. She was dimly aware of Sylvain speaking to her side, but Ingrid was more focused on how she could feel her thighs rubbing against her as she walked and how hot she had suddenly become in the hall. “...Ingrid? Did you hear me?” Sylvain was stopped next to her and reaching out to gently tap her shoulder, both his voice and the act causing her eyes to snap open and she cleared her throat indignantly. “I...No, but I assume you want to skip our training to make amends with your victim from this morning, or some other indiscretion and I’ll not have it. You made me a promise, and if I do not see you in the training field tonight I promise you I will find you and drag you there personally.” Ingrid knew she was being a bit shorter than she would normally with her somewhat misguided friend, but right now she couldn’t focus on Sylvain with how her core throbbed. She didn’t understand much of romance, but she knew that such pleasures coursing through her at the mere sight of her Professor was not proper and she needed to be away from the man until she could control herself… Without any fanfare or explanation, Ingrid rushed past Sylvain to the opposite side of the dining hall and out of it’s door, leaving the now confused knight to raise his hand after her and mutter “I...was going to see if you wanted to...Ah, damn.” as he snapped his fingers, both hands coming to his hips. Ingrid never saw him glance to Byleth and then tighten his lips slightly, or the odd color that came to his cheeks as he too turned and walked from the building, nor did she see the way he fidgeted his hands before stuffing them into his pants. Byleth never looked up from the table, but he smiled softly all the same. His plan had been to simply grind Ingrid down over time, to use Sothis' powers and bring her into the fold he'd created over time...But Sylvain had started making his own moves and while Byleth had no issue with his student, he couldn't just stop now. So he’d altered his plans somewhat...Perhaps this had begun to change him, or perhaps the pleasure of what he had been doing was too addicting. Being the Goddess' sole companion meant Sothis was often bored inside his mind and he was beginning to suspect these acts kept her entertained and active...He could see no other reason she would so willingly let him abuse her power like this. During battle it made sense to keep him safe so she lived, but here? The only reason he could see for this was if she enjoyed it. He half expected her to break into his thoughts...but no. She was quite silent. Byleth now looked to his two guests and politely excused himself, both women smiling and bidding him farewell. He had to strike while the iron was hot after all..and with his abilities catching up with Ingrid would be simple. It didn’t take him very long to find Ingrid, she was a predictable woman who would not hesitate to retreat to her room with her frustrations and discomfort. He didn’t even need to stop time to catch her, merely take a side route and he came around the corner just as he heard her hastened footprints. Ingrid had been lost in her own thoughts far too much for her to notice Byleth coming around the corner or stop herself from bumping into him. It happened so fast; He was walking right into her and she bounced off his chest from the impact, immediately flushing at the sight of him but she was reeling back and about to lose her balance when his hand came out and grasped hers. He was strong, and she stopped moving immediately, held up entirely by his strength. That wasn’t so bad. The fact that her entire body seemed to react to his touch in an explosion of sensations and nerve-searing excitement was not something she’d been expecting. Seeing him was good, but this touch made her feet curl inside her boots and she thanked Seiros their uniform clothing was dark enough to mask stains or she might have had an awkward explanation of her nether regions. Her breath caught in her chest and she gasped as she caught her feet, staring at Byleth with wide eyes. “Lady Ingrid. Please forgive me, I should have paid attention to where I was going.” Byleth offered and he met her wide eyed gaze with his own narrow and quite focused on. She couldn’t put to words how seeing his face, chiseled from stone as it was, made her feel even more intensely and she shook her head before stepping back and tugging her hand free from his grip. She couldn’t find her words for a moment, and Byleth stepped in closer out of concern. She registered him asking if she was well, or if she needed a visit to the nurse’s office and in return she only offered a distant murmur of response that had no audible words. Byleth raised an eyebrow and Ingrid watched his mouth move as he tried to find words...And then he reaches out to touch her forehead. She collapsed to her knees. It felt like something had just sprouted inside her and begun squirming throughout her body, her inner walls convulsing from the unexpected sensation even. Her breath returned in a harsh whine and she collapsed forward onto her hands and knees, her chest heaving as she clutched at the stone. “I-I’m...FINE...professor…” she muttered, her breath hitching as something like an aftershock suffused her body and she moved to stand only to find her knees weakening even more. She couldn’t even stand being in his presence, it felt like something was caressing her every moment she was within arm’s length of the man… Which meant that when he reached down and placed his hand on her side she rose up in an arch with a soft nose and stared wildly into his eyes as she pushed at his arm. “Professor, p-please, I am fine...and not a c-child.” she muttered and moved to pull herself up. Ignoring the shaking and fluttering in her stomach, ignoring the tremble in her breath. It was like something was still inside her, working it’s way through her body. Tremors of pleasure and need were all she could feel even as she tried to straighten her clothing. All of this made it even harder to look at her Professor earnestly, because every movement of his face and his eyes seemed to draw her deeper into the web she’d been caught in. His lip twitched and her pussy spasmed, his hand flexed and she ached deep inside. Her lips and fingertips began to tingle as she took a step back and once more she could feel the aches inside her fire off, sensations crossing her nerves and through her body. “I...I am sorry, but I must go, Professor!” And like that she was off, and Byleth turned to watch her go. That had been intense, even from where he stood, watching her build herself up and then collapse over herself. Worse yet it had made him all the more aware of how intensely he was feeling these encounters. He was aching for release and he had a suspicion he knew where to get it next… Ingrid needed a little more time, but he knew someone else who was one push from breaking down. It was dark when Ingrid finally left her room carrying her training lance at her side and even the act of stepping out of her doorway made her fingers twitch. She suspected Professor Byleth was either asleep or tending to his own affairs, but that made it no less easy for her to deal with the possibility of seeing him after the day she’d had. Hours in her room quietly warring with herself over how deeply her interest in the professor and how much she was truly losing herself to these sensations, or even if they were truly from Byleth. She had tried to convince herself it was medical, or stress, or simply her body rebelling against her own stringent training regiments but the more she argued the clearer it was that Professor Byleth was the root cause, and she needed to deal with what was happening sooner rather than later. He was her Professor and if she couldn’t overcome this then how would she manage to handle being on the battlefield with him? For tonight however, for just a little bit, she needed to be normal. Sylvain would likely be waiting for her, and she had to keep her promise. Especially after she’d berated the man for attempting to put off their spar for his own selfish reasons, which would make her doubly mad if he still decided to skip this she realized. As she made her way to the training ground Ingrid realized it was a bit later than she’d intended. It was dark all around and she momentarily felt her skin crawl as if someone was watching her, a shadow seemed to move on a wall near her and she hefted her lance. It’s weight felt good in her hands, even if the atmosphere was forbidding. It was closer to the training arena that something began to play across her senses more acutely. It was the sound of impacts and grunting, of something striking something else and the reactions to it. At first her imagination made the sounds more like slaps of flesh on flesh, her mind evoking Sylvain being slapped for some of his cruder comments as a means to compare the sound to something though the fact she clearly heard Sylvain groan in an unusual way added to the similarities… She held her breath as she stepped through the slightly ajar doors of the training area, her eyes focusing on the darkness around it. The pillars cast deep shadows that played on her previous suspicions and it was then that she noticed a pair of figures in the shadows. In the instant she was able to look at the figures, a wooden axe came clattering out of the darkness and Sylvain stumbled forward, then twisted and fell on his ass with a half-pained groan. Ingrid had never seen him look quite so disheveled, his clothes loose and his head covered in sweat, his face a crimson red that only deepened as she met his eyes and she swore for a moment she read a deep heat in them, before shame quickly crushed it and he turned away. Striding out beside him and offering her friend a hand was none other than Byleth, who was looking to her with his bare expression. Sylvain took Byleth’s hand and was pulling to his feet when something seemed to wrack her friend and he doubled over, grunting a bit, while the Professor looked down at him in concern. Ingrid was having trouble knowing where to cast her eyes...Syvlain’s state seemed somehow taboo, as if she was not supposed to see him in this way, but Byleth was as he ever looked without a single hair out of place… “S-sorry Ingrid…” Sylvain muttered, pulling himself up with Byleth’s hand and standing in a slightly hunched over way, his hands on his thighs. His face matched his hair, really, and she could see the flush spreading to his neck as he spoke. A little trace of one of his smiles was edging onto his lips, but he couldn’t seem to complete it. “I thought I m-might get a one up on the Professor, and, well…” he explained, and Ingrid suddenly felt a weight come off her chest. They’d been sparring. Of course. That explained everything. “Please forgive my assumptions. You seemed ill this afternoon and I met Sylvain on my way to retire for the evening. He explained his intent to spar, and I told him of how you seemed. I also volunteered to take your place.” he explained, shifting his hands. Ingrid dully noted she wasn’t sure he had a training weapon on him, but she saw a training sword propped up on a column to the side that must have belonged to him… More importantly, she was realizing she couldn’t feel the effects of seeing him yet. Even though he was a good dozen feet away she didn’t feel her body reacting or her senses alighting and she should have been excited about that, but in a strange way she now felt...empty? As if she had become accustomed to those tingling shocks and wicked pleasures that came with his face… She almost didn’t realize she was walking towards them until she was standing next to Byleth and Sylvain, looking at her red-faced friend and trying her best to put on an air of concern. “Sylvain, really. Making a mess of yourself against the Professor instead of waiting for me...But I haven’t been feeling the best, lately, so perhaps we aught both retire for the evening…” she explained, though she felt disappointment at her words even as she spoke them. Was this strange circumstance really just some malady she had overcome? Was she never going to feel that way again? Then Byleth reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder, and any doubts she’d had went sideways into a sudden torrent of sensations. It felt like something was scraping across her waist and her stomach, like soft touches were engulfing her neck and thighs, like something had just sent a lightning bolt through her clit into her core. She leaned forward heavily and her lance slammed into the ground to brace herself, her breath fleeing her in the form of a strangled yelp that sent Sylvain and Byleth both forth to catch her and heft her up slightly. “Are you alright Ingrid?!” Sylvain’s face had softened to a concerned gaze and Byleth looked...somehow softer, more empathetic, even though his lips now jaw had moved an inch. Yet the longer she touched Byleth, the more the sensations from before began to kick up once again and she swore she felt that blossoming weight in her core once more, squirming and writhing pleasure building in such a way she knew she couldn’t be imagining this anymore. “I’m...I think I had best...retire for the night. You too...Sylvain. I think you need a rest as well, after sparring with the Professor.” she finally responded, trying hard to maintain some level of dignity. These outbursts needed to stop...And thank the Saint, Byleth removed his hands from her while Sylvain nodded and pulled her up onto her feet, watching her carefully. Now she was flushed and disheveled, now her hands clenched the lance in her hands for dear life as she felt weakness in her knees. Byleth simply nodded at the pair and motioned them to leave the training grounds while he reached down as if he meant to pick up the discarded training implements scattered after his and Sylvain’s duel. Ingrid seemed to realized halfway through moving away that she was leaning on Sylvain heavily and almost abruptly pulled herself to her feet, using her lance to steady herself before she gave the man a glance. Yet for once he didn’t seem to be looking anything but concerned, there was no trace of the fresh look he gave women when he was in such a position and though she knew he wasn’t being inappropriate, she still couldn’t find it in herself to lean on him. Not with the things on her mind right now. “I...Sylvain, I think I need to be alone right now, alright? I’ll make it back to my room. Thank you for your concern.” she said, answering the unspoken question in his eyes and he seemed momentarily taken aback, then nodded in a slow and almost confused fashion. She didn’t blame him...she was swinging so fast between her own highs and lows that she wasn’t even sure what was happening anymore. When she began moving, Sylvain didn’t follow this time, which was a good thing. Because he would have noticed as soon as she rounded a corner that she wasn’t walking towards her room. She was heading to the series of rooms further down, near Byleth’s own. She wasn’t sure what she wanted, or what she was going to do when she got there, all she knew was that this infuriating situation had to end by whatever means necessary. She couldn’t live the remainder of her days collapsing at Byleth’s merest touch. To her immense surprise, when she came out from the side path into the courtyard, Sylvain was already ahead of her. He was standing in front of the Professor’s open door, speaking to him quietly. She’d never seen him stand so uncomfortably, or look so red in the face having a simple conversation...But then he moved inside, and Byleth shut the door behind him and Ingrid’s curiosity turned into that dark weight once more. She had no reason to feel so suspicious, but...something just felt off. Something was out of the ordinary about their interactions, no matter how she tried to comprehend them. Leaving her training lance leaning on a wall Ingrid stepped forward towards the room, almost not realizing how light her steps were. She held her breath as she got close but there was no sound coming from the doorway which made sense. These old rooms had thick walls and heavy doors, of course sound would be difficult to make out. At least until she got to the door itself, and she leaned into the door with her ear against the wood. Silence continued for several seconds, before she made it out. Sylvain’s voice, high in pitch, resounding in a groan. Then a whimper, and words she couldn’t make out. The weight in her stomach dropped out and something replaced it, a forceful need to understand and see for herself. She grabbed the door handle and pulled it open, stepping inside the gap it created. What greeted her was a sight that made her senses catch alight again. Sylvain’s shirt was discarded on the floor in front of her and his pants were lost a few feet away from that along with his boots and underclothes. Her childhood friend was grabbing Byleth’s bed with both hands and leaning over the foot board, head buried in the blankets. He looked everything she had expected him to look, his skin lightly tan and rough, small scars here and there, but he was toned and fit in a way she found she enjoyed. His thighs were slightly thicker than she’d expected, and she could see a veiny cock swinging between his legs, a pair of balls behind them. She had no real frame of reference for sizes, but she wasn’t unimpressed… The Professor stole her attention however. He was standing behind Sylvain in mid-thrust, his dark eyes now on her in a way that made her core ache. Like he’d been expecting her, like the heat across his face was for her as well...If Sylvain was impressive, Byleth looked handmade to send shivers down her spine. He was without a shirt or his gauntlets and his body was incredible under it all. Every muscle has definition and depth, valleys formed out of the individual groups and dips in his skin from them. Scars dotted his body in sizes that ranged from grazes to what had to have been life-threatening injuries. His stomach alone looked as if she could sharpen blades upon it, and she could see networks of wry muscles in his back and sides moving in unison. From what she could see of his cock it was hefty and thick, but she couldn’t tell much. For one thing he had unbuttoned his pants to display it, and for another it was currently buried in Sylvain’s backside which was making her friend moan in a way she had never heard a man moan. He couldn’t see her, his face was buried in the blankets he was also twisting in his grip and Ingrid couldn’t even breathe as the scene washed over her. Without even acknowledging her, aside from that intensely heated glance, Byleth turned back to Sylvain and rolled his hips forward into a harsh thrust that had the man underneath gasping out. His back arched as the Professor placed his hand against it, nails digging in and Sylvain’s movements now made the nails scrape and scratch with the rhythm Byleth was establishing. He roughly drove his rod into the red-head’s ass and then slowly pulled it back in such a way that his partner’s voice rose in a trembling grunt that stretched over the entire motion before it was driven back inside. Sylvain’s entire body trembled until he was fully hilted again and he almost deflated into the bedding. Ingrid couldn’t believe this was her charming, skirt chasing friend making such noises… And she could hardly believe how soaked she was. Ever since she’d realized what was going on, ever since she’d seen Byleth’s face, her pussy was positively flooding. Emotions tore inside her, shock and surprise warring with lust and even jealousy and envy at Sylvain’s position, concern and confusion fading in and out as she tried to understand what was happening to them both… Then Sylvain spoke, and Ingrid flushed at how desperate his words sounded. “Please, Professor. Fuck me! Ever since Ingrid interrupted us I’ve...Please.” he gasped. “You were right! I wanted it, so just…Do it!” and Byleth, for his part, let out a rough sound as he leaned further over Sylvain. He’d intended to simply bring Ingrid into this position, to make her succumb to him, but Sylvain had interrupted unknowingly and given Ingrid an outside focus, which he had no concerns about, but it had been interesting to him how Sylvain seemed to also linger on his gaze from time to time when he had been drawing Ingrid into his web...So he had begun to perform the same techniques on the flirtatious knight. Byleth had no real preferences for gender, his time with Ashe had proven this, but he more enjoyed the power and control he held over his students. Ingrid had struggled and held out. Sylvain had slowly crumbled under the assaults. When Ingrid had come into the training grounds, Byleth had just gotten his hands on Sylvain for what would be their interrupted first time and she’d narrowly missed them fucking against one of the training pillars, Sylvain’s pants bunched at his thighs to give Byleth access to his ass. Sylvain in turn had no idea how close Ingrid was to being part of this, even now, and Byleth had worked hard to orchestrate this outcome. To make Sylvain desperate enough to come tonight. To push Ingrid just far enough she came as well. Sylvain threw his head back in that moment and his eyes were glazed with lust, but the moment they saw Ingrid even from their peripheral vision, Sylvain’s face darkened and he spun to stare at her. “I-ingri-IIID!” he started, but Byleth’s hard thrust into him left his words screeching out and he buckled into the bed, his face turning into the blanket again and he heaved out a sound that mingled despair and pleasure perfectly. “Pr-professor, please, what is she...I don't want her to…” he kept trying to gasp out, but Byleth kept him quite silent. By plunging in an erratic, harsh rhythm into his tight ass. Ingrid had seen enough. Sylvain’s shaking voice, Byleth’s heat and stone, all of it was driving her wild. She had to admit how good it looked, how desperate Sylvain looked. Had he been suffering like she had? It sure sounded as such to her, and she couldn’t contain a soft little smile as she closed the door behind herself. Her steps to Byleth and Sylvain were uncertain and halting even as Byleth continued on her friend… And then Byleth reached down, hooking his arms under Sylvain’s thighs, before he pulled the man up off the bed in an impressive display of strength. Despite being similar in height and size the Professor held Byleth up in front of him, the knight’s back to his chest, without any effort at all and Sylvain could no longer hide his face. His entire front was exposed, including his throbbing cock, and Ingrid could see where Byleth was driving into his tight passage from behind. “Come here.” Byleth’s voice was full of heat and harsh, even as Sylvain seemed to grow even more aroused at Ingrid’s view of him, yet he threw his head back and covered his face with his hands. Incoherent muttering came from him and Ingrid stepped forward until she was right in front of him, her hands moving uncertainty. “Use your hands on his shaft.” Ingrid had never touched a man before, and never did she imagine her first time doing so would be Sylvain. Yet the Professor’s words were like ironclad commands in her mind and she grasped his cock in both hands, fingers encircling it and she began to slowly slide them up and then down until she had her grip around the base of his shaft. The effect was immediate, and Sylvain nearly choked on his own muttering as Byleth chose that moment to pull him down onto the hard mass inside him. Cock twitching and chest heaving, Sylvain’s head lolled forward and he stared down at Ingrid, who likewise was looking up at him in enraptured lust. That look on her face, combined with his own pleasure, sent Sylvain crashing over the edge in a furious and sputtering climax. His cock swelled and cum began to leak from it, then burst upwards into the air where it splashed across Ingrid’s face in thin ropes, each jerking and shuddering climax sending a fresh wave of it over her skin and uniform. She hardly cared that it was soiling her either...This madness had swallowed her senses whole. All she could feel was the heat on her skin, all she could smell was the sex heavy in the air. Especially as Byleth refused to stop pounding into Sylvain in front of her and her friend was now making a startlingly erotic whimpering noise with each bouncing thrust, his cock swinging up and down as a pendulum while his ass was further and further violated. Whatever self control he’d held was wearing incredibly thin and his eyes were glazed over as he pushed himself into Ingrid’s grasp more, his hands coming down to grasp at her head and he pulled her towards his cock. Without even thinking about it, Ingrid parted her lips and swallowed his cock halfway into her mouth. The idea of the cum still staining it never even occurred to her even as it laid bitter on her tongue, her eyes were too locked on Sylvain’s face as he was completely at Byleth’s mercy. Her own core swelled and twisted into itself at the expression on his face, the almost drunk look as Sylvain’s cheeks flushed scarlet and his lips twisting into hard shapes she didn’t recognize. She felt his shaft harden against her tongue and her lips, and her grip changed to pull more of him into her mouth. She couldn’t get enough of the taste, she couldn’t explain why this made any sense to her. Sylvain’s pleasure seemed to be Byleth’s goal, so shouldn’t she help? He was her friend after all...Sylvain and her were good friends… Without warning Sylvain let out another shuddering, strained sound and her mouth began to fill with cum. It was hot and heavy on her tongue, but there wasn’t even enough left to give her a mouthful and without thinking about it she swallowed it down. The way it clung to her throat was outside of her ability to process, or describe, and she shivered wickedly at the thought that this would be something she would taste from now on… Sylvain slumped forward and Byleth turned to pull him from his cock, spilling the knight onto his bed. It was only now that Ingrid noticed the oozing rivers of white leaking off the Professor’s impressive shaft and dripping off his balls, as well as how thoroughly stretched Sylvain’s ass was...And the streams of white dribbling from it even with his ass in the air. Ingrid didn’t need Byleth to tell her what to do. She had gone beyond that. Curiosity had given way to a need to experience it herself and she pushed forward to wrap her lips around that cock. There was a rich taste of something almost bitter and almost unpleasant under it all, but the heady taste of salt and sweat that came onto her tongue drove it away. Greedily she began to push herself down him and her tongue flicked out, trying to swallow more and more of it. She had heard sordid, private tales of maidens who did this for lovers, even as she tried to ignore such things, but now she was glad she had… Even as she sucked and gasped around Byleth, her fingers were working on her clothes. Opening folds and unhooking binds, her breasts spilling out into the open air. She’d never been particularly worried about them or their size and even now she knew she did not care, but Byleth’s eyes glimmered approvingly at her when she did so and she thrilled at it. it drove her even harder to undo herself, to the point her fingers curled around the hem of her pants and panties in one motion and forced them down. Off. Forgotten to the side as she continued to push further and further down on the hot, cum-soaked rod in her mouth… And then she choked, gagging on the head of the cock, and she pulled herself back with a frustrated sound before Byleth’s hand came down on her head and pulled her up. This time there was no trickery or manipulation in how her body reacting, how her skin reddened and swelled at such touches. He was incredible, and after so long of just feeling these things indirectly her body craved it even if she did not understand why, or know how. When Byleth pushed her onto the bed she fell on her back next to Sylvain, whose head was resting near hers. His eyes were still glazed, his lips parted in a near continuous panting...He was still recovering from his own extraordinary fucking, and as Ingrid looked away from him she saw Byleth come between her legs. His cock pushed into her, the head spreading her open and she sucked in a whimper as the pain crested the pleasure for the first time. She could feel where his heat overwhelmed her own, like an outline of him inside her, and then he thrust forward. It as electric and scorching all at once. It sent shivers and tremors from her pussy up her spine and through her limbs, working out to her fingertips and toes, even her hair felt like it was full of static, but the sheer size of him also made her ache inside. Made her walls tremble as they were stretched, made her clasp and cling to him through his motions. It was only because of how soaked she had been that he could move at all… Their Professor didn’t stop working into her, even as his hands came down on her thighs. He didn’t stop even as Sylvain seemed to come to his senses, pulling himself over Ingrid and their lips met for the first time in a kiss. A soft, searching kiss that had Sylvain’s tongue pressing into her...And their tongues met as she realized he was searching for Byleth’s taste on her. Her voice broke into a moan at that thought, that he was looking for the cum staining her teeth and lips. She felt his hand grasp hers as he pushed himself up her body, crawling to where Byleth’s cock was driving into her. A fresh torrent of lust and sensation had her pussy even slicker than before and now the Professor was fucking her in earnest, his pace rocking her into the bed. The head of his cock drove down into her passage and then hit her deep, like a wall inside her that sent mixtures of pleasure and uncertainty through her. Then Sylvain’s tongue came down, attacking both her clit and Byleth’s cock at the same time. They were both lost to this. Their hands squeezed each other as Ingrid’s legs rose up to wrap around Byleth’s hips, pulling him down. There was no hope of returning to normal now, even if either of them actually wanted to. Their feelings for each other were not forgotten, not truly, but this was not about them any longer. It was about Byleth. Byleth’s pleasure and desires for them. And as Ingrid felt Sylvain’s cock push against her mouth, her lips opening with a light gasp, she wondered where the night would take them. What their Professor had in store to teach them tonight.
Chapter 0 - Curious invitations, intriguing meetings.	“Damnit, you piece of shit!”, Yennefer cursed as she was trying to patch up her teared off black dress. The long rip her skirt suffered was surprisingly uniform in its cut, starting from her ankle, rising to her calves and knees, all the way up the upper part of her thighs. It was pretty revealing, she had to admit, the slit long and wide, effectively showcasing her long shapely legs each time she took a step in any direction. The opening of her “new” thigh-high slit dress she thought. She was in the Oxenfurt market, browsing the local vendor’s stands, for perfumes, cosmetics and the like, needing to refresh her toiletries for her upcoming seminar in the Oxenfurt Academy, when the unfortunate tear happened. A drunkard, who had been thrown out from the Alchemy Inn, had stumbled upon her, making advances to her. The market was surprisingly sparse in crowd early in the morning in this part of town, so the drunk had an easy path towards her radiant figure. She hadn’t noticed him, too occupied in the goods in front of her, testing and tasting. A voice was heard next to her, a question that was loud and clear. “How much?” He was no older than thirty, yet the man’s breath reeked of alcohol and his clothes stink of sweat and piss, as he was standing right next to her. She turned around and looked with disdain. “What did you just say?”, she scolded him. The peasant drunk stood there next to her silent and dizzy, putting an effort trying to stay upright and on his feet. He ogled at the powerful sorceress, checking her out, with a lethargic look in his eyes. "Well? Are you gonna say something or are you here to just gawk at me? What, never seen a sorceress before? Do you want me to enchant something for you or give you a cure for that awful smell that you have? I do not have time for peasants and I'm definitely not in the mood for dealing with one!”, she said, her anger making her face glow in color red. Despite the yelling and frustration growing, she still looked elegant and beautiful in her all black and white outfit which showed her curves while her lilac and gooseberry smell overpowered the peasant’s filthy smell. “You heard me alright, miss, don’t play coy with me now. I saw you at the Rosebud, turnin’ tricks the other night.”, the drunken man finally replied to her. Yennefer was furious, her cheeks somehow turned even glowing redder, a fine contrast to her usually pale made up face. Ready to put him in his place the best way she knew how, magically crushing him down, till his sorry ass wouldn’t dare even to look at her again. But she showed restraint, didn’t want to make a scene, so she gave a stern look at the vendor, signalling him to take action, keeping order in his stand. Yet the vendor gawked at her, curiosity in his eyes, and probed at her as if he too, was willing to find out if she was indeed turning tricks. Frustrated, she yelled, “I’m not a whore, you sorry piece of shit. How dare you speak to me like that! Begone, before I turn you into a dog and throw you in some gutter.” The man was surprisingly aroused by her imperious response and grew bolder, his hand moved up to Yennefer’s hip. “Oh don’t go playing hard to get, love. That pretty mouth of yours should be used for far better purposes, like last night. You weren’t as bitchy, as I recall.” That was it for Yennefer, she wouldn’t just let this drunk man grope and insult her like that. She shoved him back with force, but he managed to hold her by the edge of her skirt, even in his drunk state, pulling back with equal force, ripping the fabric, creating the slit. Yennefer conjured up a spell, knocking him down and throwing him right back at the inn he came from. In a rage, she went away, throwing an icy look at the vendor and left the market while the people who had gathered around from the ruckus looked at her taking the road back to her rented suite at Three Little Bells. This whole situation, aside from pissing her off, it also had set her back considerably in her time table. She was in a hurry now, considering if it even mattered patching up her ripped dress, as she expected her escort for the evening function. She was to give a lecture at the Medical School of Oxenfurt Academy on the ‘Nature of infertility and ovarian stagnation’. Yennefer’s desire to cure her infertility was well known to most royals, aristocrats as well as the Magic Guild in general. She had spent decades searching for a way to carry a child and had become quite a famous expert on the topic. Indeed, almost any library from Kovir to the Blue Mountains was graced by her attendance at least once, as the willful sorceress conducted her chronic research. To no avail though, as her rigorous search kept hitting one wall after the other. She even seeked to kill a dragon once, so desperate in her efforts was she that she believed a dragon’s magic would somehow be enough to revitalize her womb. ‘Yennefer of Vengerberg the failed breeding witch’ was the not-so-secret sobriquet among certain circles of the Northern Realms’ high society. It was no surprise then that she was invited by Chancellor Mauric to give a lecture and an overview of her recent findings. She was to attend the ball that would follow later too, where King Demavend III would be awarded for his generous endowment to set up this new scholarship programme. All of Novigrad and Oxenfurt high society would be there. Yennefer was not keen on the idea of having to attend another pretentious social gathering, participating in the fake pleasantries and prideful gossip talk of the stuck up Oxenfurt aristocrats. The silent rivalries among the ball attendees like who had brought a more esteemed guest? Who had made the greater academic discovery? Or perhaps it was as petty as who wore the most expensive jewelry and opulent dress. Generally she revelled in all of these activities, the vanity and arrogant attitude of a court sorceress was a game she knew how to play all too well. Yet this specific function was one she looked at as a great chore. Yennefer was going through yet another disappointing break-up with her on and off lover, the witcher Geralt of Rivia, after another of their petty arguments. Was it another one of Geralt’s nihilistic resentments about not being capable of loving her? Or she subconsciously sent him away for not wanting to settle with her and stop sleeping around with whores on the Path? At this point she honestly couldn't tell. Their fiery relationship and recurrent breakups had left her drained, both sexually and emotionally. She hadn’t seen him for over a year now, their parting too hurtful for her to bother. Since then she had been trying to repel any thought related to him, her heart grown full of ice. This past year, was nothing but strenuous magic research and lonely drunken nights in whichever town inn she happened to find herself in. Her lifestyle truly devolved in this time as the once proud and imposing sorceress frequented all sorts of nocturnal establishments, from fine alehouses and fancy restaurants to lowly taverns and seedy inns. The venue didn’t matter for her, only a bottle of a very expensive wine or some hot vodka to drink herself stupid and pass the time. Those nights many happy-go-lucky patrons made their advances to the raven haired sorceress, some of them almost really getting lucky with her usual drunken state. As the night drew on and she sat alone, a few men even sought her out to go to a room, thinking she was a whore working there. Almost. Because, despite her sorry state she always kept finding her senses and rejecting them just before they got too handsy with her. A furrow of her eyebrows, a glare of her violet eyes at them was more than enough to send them scurrying. There was a specific instance though, a foggy encounter one which she half-remembers. She was approached by a rather handsome young man, well mannered too. He chatted her up, surprisingly smoothly, ignoring her grumpy and imperious facade. She remembered thinking not a lot of men manage to penetrate her defences, especially the ones who frequent crummy inns and bars. Not a few laughs and drinks later, she found herself being groped all over her body, in her table-bench, by this man who seemed to do all the right things with her. That night was a blur. She was led to an upstairs room, being felt up obscenely along the way. Fleeting images and vague sensations was all she preserved, manly aroma filling her nostrils, a calloused hand fondling her hips, a long invasive tongue exploring her mouth, a hard bulge pressing against her belly, a wet stream of arousal soaking her loins. Just after they entered the scruffy inn room two strong hands firmly placed on her shoulders pressuring her downward. Completely lost in her drunkenness she remembered falling to her knees from this man’s magical touch, just before she realised in what situation she was in and ended it. She was adamant. No sex, until she was sure she cleared her feelings of Geralt. Still, the problem of this chore of a gala had arisen along with finding a ball partner. She knew how bad it would look if she had no-one to share her ballroom dance with. Appearances were everything in her world. So she figured she would find and hire an escort. Maybe a notice would do the trick. She would need to interview the potential suitors of course, but all in all, it was a good enough plan as far as she was concerned. Need a beau to accompany me to the Oxenfurt Academy ball dance. Discretion mandatory. Prominent woman looking for a young man, not too young but not too old to offer his escort services for an evening. Candidates need to be intelligent, handsome, eloquent and presentable for a high society function. To be clear, you need to own a doublet, have a neat beard or clean shaven and smell pleasantly. In addition, candidates are expected to be able to hold a conversation and dance adequately for such an event. This is a delicate matter so each interested will be put under interview first. Visit my room at Three Little Bells before this Saturday and make a good impression. PS: Of course there is to be ample compensation, if accompanying a fine lady for a ball isn’t enough already. The search was - as Yennefer expected, a frustrating endeavour to say the least. Many men thinking of this as a way to have a night’s delight and eager for an easy fuck showed up her doorstep, only for her to bounce them out hapless. They put zero effort and what’s more, those who managed to pass the first stage of not having their butts kicked out the door, felt entitled to bed her for the night. The word must have gotten out, of a dazzling sorceress looking for a beau to escort her and bang her. This was the only explanation she thought, as more and more men, most of them unkempt and drunk, started knocking at her door just to leer at her and check her beauty out, closely and in person. The date of the event was approaching, only a day away now, and Yennefer’s patience was evaporating. Along with the added irritation of having her dress ripped and still no proper candidate found, her frustration was through the roof. She contemplated quitting this whole stupid arrangement and leaving Oxenfurt for good. Maybe go to Zerrikania or Kovir and indulge herself in booze and promiscuity, take her mentally and literally away from everything. She knew she had to put herself through this though, as an ulterior motive was planted deep in her mind. King Thyssen’s new court mage, who was in the attendee list, was rumored to possess a presumed long lost tome on genetic material and artificial procreation. Yennefer had encountered references to this book in her studies and had travelled far and away in search of it. The book alone didn’t offer anything too special or new in comparison to what knowledge she had gathered through the years, yet still, it was one she couldn’t locate anywhere and was thought to not exist anymore. Once she heard from Margarita Laux-Antille that it is in the possession of Endofeus, the mage of Kovir court, she knew she had to take a peek in it. A deep double thunk sound echoed in her room, a knock on her door as she waited for her next potential beau. “Come in.”, she firmly stated and the door moved to the edge. Two long confident legs stepped in as Yennefer gauged at the man who entered her chambers. He looked to be between 19 and 26 years old, he donned quite the serious expression on his face yet his youthful vigor betrayed his age. He standed upright and firm, his hands crossed behind his back as he presented himself. “Greetings my lady. My name’s Donnar. Donnar of Ard Carraigh”, he smiled and nodded to her. His accent sounded strange to Yennefer, it was elegant and firm, Kaedwenian, yet if hid a hint of a rougher and deeper tint to it. He had a shock of blonde hair and a rich brown beard over the valley of his large jaw. He wore tight breeches which did nothing to hide his long and muscular thighs. Standing well over six feet tall, he was handsomely attired in a double breasted burgundy silk doublet, complete with white ascot and long sleeves. Off-white socks and Ghillie Brogue shoes complete with a Sgian-dubh finished the immaculate look. The man smiled at her as he took her in. There sat the lady he intended to offer his services to, her legs crossed on a tall stool, her forearms draped over them. Her elbow planted firmly on her knee, silently eyeing him up and down. As usual, the sorceress was wrapped up in her signature colors. Her long dark boots that traveled high up her legs and disappeared underneath a black silk ruffled skirt but not before giving a small glimmer of hose that probably went even higher up her thigh. A deep slit, provoked by the fool drunkard this morning, showcased her long shapely legs, the dress traveled up to her waist where it came to double as a girdle that was laced up in the front and supported her bust. The upper part of her body was clothed in a white ruffled blouse with elbow length sleeves that hugged her torso in a simple and loose manner and went untied in the front revealing her collar bones and much of the valley of cleavage in between her breasts. Her delicate fingers displayed the silver in her wardrobe as silver rings hugged some of her fingers. And of course there was the obsidian star that clung to her beautiful neck, sun-catching diamonds sunken into it, reflecting the morning rays into his light-strained eyes. Donnar gawked at her a little too obvious but she didn’t seem to notice. She was too busy examining him, collecting all the input he offered her. Without waiting for her response he walked past the remaining distance between them and offered his hand forward expectantly urging her to offer hers. Yennefer was not sure how to feel about such a gesture, a bit dated one for sure but went on with it. He courtly placed her elegant hand and fingers in his big and calloused ones and gave them a soft kiss, while staring directly to her violet eyes. She had to admit he demonstrated flair and certainty. The man had a muscular build to him. Yennefer could feel a strong hand full of callouses, the muscle like a brick wall. The hand surprisingly felt strangely familiar to her touch. These fingers fit more the hands of a Skellige warrior rather than the decorous man he tried to exude. He had the build of one too, broad shoulders and thick chest as he towered over her with ease. Except for his blonde hair, he reminded her of her former lover from Skellige, Crach an Craite. Yennefer was taken aback by the physical presence of the young man as well as the self-assured courtly manner he carried himself with. “Uh, Donnar of Kaedwen… please take a seat, I’ve got some questions for you.”, she stated as her hand pulled back, leaving the warm and familiar feeling of his touch. Donnar smiled, “Please call me Donnar. It’s Skellig you know.”
Chapter 4 - Flame Propagation	You lean against a tree to catch your breath. It's only been two weeks since that horrible beast invaded your tent while you slept, but the result of his visit has made your walk foraging around the lake exhausting. The heat inside your womb has been growing every day, flaring up with no choice but to tolerate the hot flushes it puts you through. A kick makes you gasp. You can feel two large lumps pushing against your womb, your belly protruding unnaturally far forward with the unclean spawn of your Hellhound pup. You punch the tree in frustration. You can barely work up the strength to forage right now, let alone fight against the demonic forces corrupting this land. Some Champion you are. Your eyes widen, flame licks your womb like a solar flare erupting within you. The sensation invigorates you, giving you the energy to get away from the lake, avoiding the goo monsters that might take advantage of your vulnerable position. Finding a secluded place at the base of the mountains, you squat down, ready to deliver the beast. Your water breaks, fluid hitting the ground and boiling instantly, covering you in steam. The tolerance to heat your pup helped you build means you barely feel a thing. You grit your teeth and start to push. The agony you expect from passing two heads never comes, instead feeling like the world's strongest woman lifting a boulder ten times her size! In no time at all, you feel it's heads leaving your body. You cup your hands beneath you, catching the pup as it makes it's way into the world. Your legs quiver. Closing your eyes you fall back with a satisfied sigh, resting your back against the bare rock. Your pup yip's loudly, the sound echoing against the rocks around you. You look down at it, a beautiful baby boy, or is it boys? You catch yourself grinning, but can't find a reason to wipe the smile off your face. If not for the remarkable pair of canine heads and double dicks, you'd have thought this baby entirely human. Still smiling, you bring each head up to your bosom without even thinking, acting on instinct just like your Hellhound partner did. You spend the next few minutes watching them feed, shocked at how much your body can provide for them. With a gulp, you realise that your child is getting heavier in your arms, rapidly growing and spouting it's distinctive black fur. Looking more like it's father with each passing moment. Putting it down, the beast kneels in front of you. You scratch both of their heads, cooing and soothing them as the beast suckles, now almost the same size as you. You suddenly hear rocks roll across the ground nearby. Your heart jumps into your chest, your pup standing up on two feet and growling at the approaching threat. You hear a deeper growl return, and make eye contact with the beast. His growling subsides, replaced with two pairs of smiles and a wagging tail. The father of your pup, he must have heard it's yips! The Hellhound kneels down, taking one of your hands into his much larger clawed ones. With a grin one of his heads gives you a lick, covering your face in drool. You smile and push it away. Your pup and it's father sniff at one another, tails wagging. The Hellhound pulls off a rudimentary pouch from it's hip, handing it to you. Looking up you see the pair already starting to walk away. The pup turns back to you, giving a few happy barks before running off into the wild. Staggering to your feet, you open the pouch to find gems and some dried meat. After a moment you grimace, feeling like this gift is more like a payment. With a hand over your tummy, you can't help but be ashamed of how good it felt to bring another demon into this world. What if your pup ends up forcing itself on someone else in the future? Putting someone else through the stress you hand to endure? Picking up the rest of your days foraging, you make your way back to camp. You spent two weeks using your body to bolster the forces of demon kind, but you're going to spend far longer stopping them. Running a hand over your empty tummy, you also decide you'll try not to hurt any Hellhounds while you do - unlike those nasty imps - that beast was just doing what's necessary to survive as a species. Once Mareth is saved, maybe you can find a way to help them too?
Chapter 1 - Marianne's Longest Day	Inside Garreg Mach monastery stood a statue of Lady Seiros that faced the great chapel inside the structure and each day dozens of students and faculty offered it prayers. Forgiveness for sins, wisdom in coming battles, luck on tests and other causes of varying nobility. Some students came far more regularly than others however and for some their prayers were whispered far more desperately. Against the backdrop of a choir slowly forming behind her Marianne stood mere feet from the statue, her eyes closed tight and her hands clasped in front of her chest. Prayers as intent as hers were rarities, but none seemed to pay her attention as she was a fixture of the place even on it's quietest days. Yet today Marianne prayed for strength, and for the Goddess' forgiveness for the horrible sins she had committed by omission. Though Marianne prayed daily for the Saint to release her from the burdens she held these prayers were of a much different nature. The sky-blue haired woman looked up from where she stood and looked to the saint for some measure of comfort but it fell deaf on the silent icon, Marianne’s lips quietly pulling back and she lowered her hands. It was a resigned smile that graced her face as she realized she would find no forgiveness for her actions, or the lack of them… With such acceptance she now turned and quietly stepped from the chapel, making her way to the morning classes she knew would further stain her and still she could not bring herself to turn away. There was a certain addictiveness to this particular sin, a cruel high that burned in her blood every time she participated in it and today would be no different. Marianne would take pleasure in the trials of her fellows students once more, and be rewarded for her silence…. The classroom was a simple affair, rows of seats separated by a walkway on either side or in the middle and at times placed on either sides of pillars. A fire roared on the wall to make the room warm and hospitable while all chairs and eyes were cast on the desk at the far end. Her class was made up of sort of motley gathering of the Blue Lions house and others, like herself, who had chosen to join it after being swayed by Professor Byleth’s talents, and it was always a sight to see him standing in front of the entire class. He was almost her age and he stood tall in front of them, his unique uniform of black plate breastplate and gauntlets with leather underneath and a long coat over his shoulders. His striking features had made many of the other students swoon straight away, dark blue hair wild and unkempt over his head in it’s own patterns down to his neck and his eyes quiet and focused. Some were turned off by the way he showed little emotion, the way his lips rarely twitched into a smile and he hardly seemed shocked or nervous no matter the circumstances, but Marianne found it oddly alluring in it’s own way. She supposed she was attracted to the Professor in a very girlish way even before she had realized what he was capable of, but of course such things were improper and she didn’t allow them to distract her at first. At first. Marianne was seated next to two other students. To her right was the beautiful and sisterly Mercedes, a tall and slender woman with long honey blonde hair over her shoulder. She always had a soft face and a long shawl over her gowns. She had been some small comfort to Marianne in times before, but now Marianne could not look her in the face without some small thrilling shiver crossing her spine, and to her left sat Anette. Shorter and slightly more petite than the other women, she was still a charmingly pretty orange-haired woman and she was wearing the traditional black and gold uniform of the Academy. She was slightly more outgoing than others in the class and had struck a friendship that had not survived what Marianne had witnessed. Oh, both women were still as cordial as ever on either side of her. Mercedes flashed a sweet smile when Marianne glanced her way and Anette was cheerfully scribbling down Professor Byleth’s notes. In her own head Marianne was warring with her own impulses and thoughts, her hands still over what was supposed to be notes on this lesson, which she vaguely understood was about maintaining riding posture during pitched battles… She should have sat somewhere different. Annette and Mercedes always left a seat open for her between them but she shouldn’t have taken it, there were dozens of open seats...And yet she couldn’t help it. She pulled her thumb to her lips and bit down on it to quell the sudden excitement coursing through her, looking to Byleth now as the Professor cast his eyes towards the table Marianne was seated at. He was in mid turn when their eyes met and she for a moment felt a fluttering in her stomach as she read the heated expression on his face… And then he was suddenly facing away from them, in a split second, and Marianne’s thighs clenched together as she began glancing between Mercedes and Annette. Who had it been…? “Hhn…” Turning carefully to look at Mercedes now, Marianne held her breath as she realized the shawl had been pulled off her friend’s shoulders and was now laid over her lap. Her gown was normally loose in the chest and covered her collar, but now it was slightly pulled open and Marianne could make out the top of the blonde’s large breasts, pulled free of her bra and the nipples barely peeking out of the fabric in such a way Marianne could tell they were standing at full attention and reddened from attention. Mercedes was flushed red and had her hand over her mouth as if stifling a cough but she could see the way her lips were twisted into an expression of pleasure and her eyes snapped shut, a tremor working it’s way down her spine right before Marianne’s eyes and in turn she felt a tremble of excitement work it’s way through her as well. It had started a week ago as far as Marianne knew, but it had been a daily occurence ever since. At first it was simple things. Mercedes seeming flushed and tired, her quill dropped in a sudden fit of shivers or her eyes going wide and her hand coming to her mouth as if she had been startled by a taste, but there had been no indication of what was wrong...At least, until the day she’d watched as Mercedes discreetly wiped a milky substance from her lips with the back of her hand. She hadn’t really connected the dots until she’d watched Byleth’s movements. How he’d suddenly jump in place when she knew he had not moved, how his clothes would subtly adjust and change in ways that made no sense, until she’d seen Mercedes condition and realized what was happening. Her Professor was somehow assaulting Mercedes, and at first she’d been outraged. Until it truly began to sink in that she was the only one who noticed and knew...And then it had slowly twisted inside her. Thrilling her in a way she could not begin to explain or understand, she took an absolutely perverse pleasure in piecing together the Professor’s actions on her friend. So distracted by the blonde’s predicament, Marianne nearly missed Annette’s subtle but audible whimper and she nearly gave herself whiplash looking back at the other student, her thumb still stuck beneath her lips. Annette’s uniform top had been pulled open, exposing her plain white bra but visibly standing out against them was what looked like a pair of clips, the sort used to keep papers bound together, stuck firmly on the woman’s nipples through the cloth. Annette was red to her neck, pulling her top closed with one hand and when she noticed Marianne’s gaze, she smiled with a falter and made a fanning motion with her hand. “H-h-haha...Warm in here, huh?” Marianne could only dully nod, turning back to the Professor who had seamlessly resumed his lesson without a spare glance towards the table. Her nipples were firm beneath her uniform top just thinking about being attacked in such a way, her thighs already damp with arousal from the actions taking place around her. Her eyes searched Byleth for any sign of what was happening with him, any hint to his next move and when he turned this time she knew he was looking at her. No smirk, no hint he knew she noticed or cared if she did, nothing… Whatever shock and outrage she might have mustered towards this had long seen been bled away by the hours she’d spent with her fingers slowly teasing away at her folds, her eyes glued to her two friends as the pair were tortured and used by Byleth for his own amusement and neither one being the wiser. She should have told them, warned them, convinced someone of Byleth’s nature, but she couldn’t. This little piece of insanity made her feel alive like nothing else had in years. She couldn’t resist the urge to slide her hand down between her legs and slowly inch her finger across her sex through the pants she wore, eyes cast down as the burning grew within her. She had hardly been looking away a minute when a noise to her side caught her attention and she looked to Annette with almost thrilled anticipation. The orange haired girl had lowered her head to the desk and she was frantically scrambling to push her skirt down and when Marianne leaned back she could see clear signs the hose under it had been shredded from the thighs down to the knees. Something inside her swelled at the sight and she turned excitedly to Mercedes to see what she had suffered and was almost disappointed in how little had changed...But when she looked closely, she could see that her friend was biting her lip and quivering silently. Tears had begun to pool at the edges of her eyes and then finally something snapped and her head drooped back, her eyes closing as she shuddered completely from head to toe, her arms dropping low to her sides. Had she just…? The sudden whimper from Mercedes’ lips confirmed it; She’d just climaxed from whatever Byleth had done to her. Marianne looked back now without a second thought and she looked Byleth over hard, starting from his waist up and her heart almost stopped. He was turned to one side, looking over his shoulder at her almost directly. She could see him quietly pulling himself back inside his trousers for a split second before everything changed again and he was looking away from her. She hadn’t seen him like that yet and it made her toes curl inside her shoes. He had such a thick penis and Marianne didn’t know if that thought excited her or scared her, or both… “Professor!” Ingrid’s voice cut through Byleth’s lecture with purpose and intent, and Marianne’s heart stopped. What if she’d seen? Would she expose everything and stop this once and for all? Marianne nearly wailed at the thought even as she scrunched herself up on the chair, her finger still working her folds through the fabric she wore… Yet to her relief Ingrid only stood from her seat as Byleth nodded to her to allow her to speak. “Forgive me, but you mentioned how one can use the arch of one’s boot in the stirrup to move more freely, could you still guide a pegasus freely without your full weight on your foot?” Marianne exhaled at how it was such a simple comment, but as Byleth began speaking she barely had time to turn to him before she heard Mercedes launch out of her seat at full force, nearly scattering the contents of her table on the floor. She was stiff as a board and her eyes wide but there was a subtle movement to her body as if she was heaving breaths and her hips were shaking...And Marianne could clearly see her gown had been hiked up, a pool of wetness on the chair below herself and a series of white stains all along the back of her gown. “Yes, Mercedes, did you have a question?” Byleth asked and the blonde mutely shook her head, her fingers tightening on her own thighs before she finally seemed to relax all at once. Her face was flush, her eyes glazed and she just turned to the Professor with her breaths coming in ragged little pants. “N-no, Professor, but I am feeling a little...unwell. Pray forgive m-me but may I please be excused?” she asked. Byleth made a show of a slightly concerned tilt to his lips, then nodded to her but looked to Annette now. When Marianne followed his gaze she wasn’t shocked or even surprised to see that her other friend was curled up on her chair with a constant, heavy shudder falling through her body that seemed to indicate the same thing Mercedes had gone through and now all Marianne could do was furiously work her own clit with her fingers. Byleth seemed to take a moment to consider something before he quickly added. “Annette, escort Mercedes to Professor Manuela’s office and wait with her until after classes.” Annette seemed almost shocked she’d been spoken to and when she shakily rose, nodding to Byleth before walking over to the blonde, her legs wobbled slightly and her cheeks were redder than seemed possible without bursting into flames. “Y-yes Professor. Come on Merci, let’s go get you to lay down…” Marianne’s eyes widened as the pair walked away. The back of Mercedes gown, before her eyes, seemed to soak down to the ankles and the woman nearly dropped to her knees while Annette stopped still as a statue, her hands gripping Mercedes’ arm so hard it seemed she might rip it off...And then a stream of white began to leak down both of her thighs, thick fluids seeping into her hose as the pair tried their best to hobble away without collapsing despite the way they couldn’t seem to stop shaking. It sent Marianne over her own edge and she bit her thumb hard enough she felt blood welling up at the tip when it rocked through her. Even as it did, even as flares and sparks of pleasure washed over her brain, she couldn’t help a thought that came to her. Why not her? Professor Byleth hadn’t so much as touched her, so much as brushed her cheek as she watched the violation of her friends and it was slowly driving her mad. Even as her own release came hard after such a scene and soaked her panties through with her thrown back with a satisfied smile in her chair, the relief was replaced by frustration and burning curiosity as to why she’d been left alone. Byleth didn’t even cast a glance towards her now and she clasped her thighs back together as the shame of what she’d enjoyed washed over her, but even more a burning need was sparked within her… She had to have more. She needed to know why she hadn’t been chosen yet. Class ended an eternity later, or so it felt, and Marianne fled to her room as soon as it did. Her confusion and her desires were warring within her and it made her want nothing more than to lock herself away until the next class, until she had her chance to watch it all again, and yet even as she headed to her room she realized she didn’t want to just watch anymore. She didn’t want to stare as the other girls were tormented and played with, she wanted to feel it herself. Feel what they were feeling that left them with such shameful bliss on their faces… So instead she turned from her room towards the Professor’s room. He should have headed back right after class before his next duties, and she needed to intercept him before he left. Clutching both hands to her waist she moved across the courtyard without hesitating any further and when she reached Byleth’s door her hands fell on it, one knocking as the other braced herself on it’s frame. For a moment she heard what sounded like a loud, feminine gasp and she leaned back to stare up at the door. She was certain this was Byleth’s room… “Yes? Who is it.” Byleth’s voice was level, calm and revealed nothing. “It’s...Marianne, Professor. I need to speak with you...please.” There was a soft sound within. A giggle? A murmur of words that did not sound like the Professor...And then the door opened. Marianne nearly cried out in surprise. The Professor’s room was strewn with clothes and undergarments across it’s carpeted floor and she recognized them immediately, even if Mercedes was not the one standing behind the door with a kind and knowing smile on her lips. Her eyes sparkled as she watched Marianne take in the sights; The door hid it, but she could see that the blonde was naked down to her feet. That wasn’t the best of it, either. On the bed in the back corner of the room, Byleth was seated against the wall with his legs crossed under him to leave his lap open. He was naked as well, and she could admire the finely muscled frame he had here and now without his clothing getting in the way; He was athletic in build but every ounce of it was muscle, defined in such a way he seemed carved of marble and granite. He was every ounce what she expected, even down to the scars decorating his body from his life of battles...And his eyes were on her, heat blazing in them. On his lap, Annette was currently holding onto his shoulders and bouncing hard on the balls of her heels. Her legs were wide open and Byleth’s girthy penis was disappearing into her with every movement, her ass shaking and wobbling with the force. Her breasts were swaying free and Byleth had hold of her hips which only seemed to make her more wild, and the gasp she’d heard before rang out even more clearly now as the woman rode the Professor for all she could stand. “We had begun to wonder if you would join us, Marianne…” Mercedes suddenly spoke, a coy look gracing her face that had Marianne’s heart skipping a beat; They were in on this? They knew, they had always known and they let it happen…? They'd been waiting for her to join them? Her head swam. Mercedes looked so peaceful and happy, while Annette was fucking Byleth like a woman possessed, her eyes squeezes shut and every motion thrown with her full weight. She didn't notice or care Marianne was there, she just wanted that cock inside her and if she was being honest, Marianne was starting to want it as well. Byleth simply motioned his head to usher Marianne inside and without any further thought the woman walked inside the room. When Mercedes closed the door behind her, she realized with a roaring heat building inside her core that she was now even more part of this sin. As she began disrobing she also realized that she would need to beg even further forgiveness from the Saint upon the morrow… When she met Byleth's eyes and saw the lust boiling over in them, especially as he forced Annette down with full force onto his cock and the woman squealed as his seed pumped into her even as he never broke eye contact with Annette, Marianne couldn't get undressed fast enough. When Mercedes' hands wrapped around her breasts from behind and pulled her uniform shirt open without a word, Annette collapsing off to the side with hot cum oozing from her now stretched hole, Marianne had another realization. Perhaps she would beg every day that came as well, but not to the Saint.
Chapter 0 - Marisa's Magical Mushrooms	It was another hot, sweltering summer afternoon in Gensokyo and Hakurei Shrine's maiden, Hakurei Reimu, was taking it easy in the shade, sitting on the front porch of the shrine eating a cool, refreshing popsicle. Boy, she thought, it's even too hot to sweep the grounds! And even in my summer wear, I'm still breaking a sweat. Just then, Reimu noticed a familiar black spot streaking through the toasty summer sky and coming in for a landing. "Yo, Reimu, 'sup bitch?" said Marisa as she gracefully descended off her witch's broom. "Oh, hi Marisa," Reimu replied, "Sorry. If you're looking for popsicles, this is the last one." That was a lie, of course, Reimu had plenty of popsicles. She just didn't want Marisa to mooch any off her. "Nah, that's okay," said Marisa, "That ice fairy chick taught me some spells to cool off. So, I'm good." "And here I was wondering how you were flying around wearing that heavy get-up. And black on top of it!" "Yeah, totally. I'd be sweatin' my ass off otherwise." Marisa sat down beside Reimu and from out of her witch's hat produced a big, wrapped-up package. "What's that?" asked Reimu. "Check it: they're these mushrooms I found in the Forest of Magic. They were growing just right outside my house! I've never seen them before. Aren't they strange?" Marisa unwrapped the bundle of mushrooms and spread them out on the porch. They all looked small and succulent, ripe enough to eat, and curiously spotted. They didn't look very appetizing though. "Well," said Marisa, "Try 'em!" "What?" said Reimu, "Are you stupid? No way am I eating weird mushrooms you pulled out the ground. They're probably poisonous." "They ain't poisonous! I know 'cause I checked! I casted a 'detect poison' spell on them before I came over. Nuttin' showed up. Trust me, you can eat 'em. I just don't know what they do." "Well, I am getting kind of hungry..." Reimu looked down at the pile of mushrooms laying on the wrapping paper. "I guess...if they're not deadly...then I might as well..." With some hesitation, Reimu reached down and plucked up one of the speckled mushrooms and popped it in her mouth. "Well...how is it?" asked Marisa. "[chew] mmm...'snot bad..." answered Reimu. Without a word, Reimu immediately began to scarf down the rest of the mushrooms. "Omnomnom...hey...[chew]...these are pretty good...[gulp]! Mmm...thanks Marisa!" Marisa just watched and smiled. Suddenly, Reimu cringed, doubling over with her hands clutching her stomach. She winced in pain, scrunching up her face. "Ow! Uh-oh Marisa...aagh...I think I gotta...ppprrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrttttttt! Oh!" Reimu lifted her butt off the porch and cut a really loud, embarassing fart. Immediately, her face flushed and she turned to look at Marisa. Marisa tried to conceal her grin but gave in and burst out in laughter. "Oh no! Marisa, what did you...oh...urrggh...fffrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrnnnnttt...ugggh..." Reimu was about to get really angry but she was interrupted by another long, droning fart. "HAHAHA! Yes! I knew I'd get you to eat 'em! Hahaha!" Marisa laughed. "They're special mushrooms that only grow this time of year! Just one...hehhehehe...just one will make you fart up a storm! Hahaha! You ate, like, what, twenty? Oh boy, Reimu! How ya feelin'?" "Oh man, this is soooo embarassing...urggh...ppprrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrnnnnnnnnnnttttt...aaggh...ohh my tummy hurts soooo much...ppprrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapppppppppp...aahn! Geez..." Reimu's face had turned completely red and if it weren't for the fact that she was struggling to keep her farts in she would have already socked Marisa into next Tuesday. "Aww man...hnnn...ffffrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaapppppfff...ugghh...Marisssaaa...uggh...I thought you said you...urrrgh...didn't know what these did...[gurgle]...oh...paaffffffffffffffffffffffff..." "Hehe...well I lied! In fact...hehehe...I ate a ton before coming over! Man, Reimu, you won't believe how badly I need to fart!" With that, Marisa leaned over, brought her leg up, and ripped an incredibly nasty, horrible fart into her bloomers. "BBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNTT! Aww yeah! That felt good! [sniff] [sniff] Awww yuck! P.U. Whew...here Reimu get a whiff!" Marisa wafted her wretched-smelling fart gas over towards Reimu. "[sniff] Ugghh! Geez, Marisa! That stinks! Yuck! Uh-oh! Ugghh...it's no good...I can't hold it in...ppprrrrnntt...prrrrrnnntt...poooot...pooooot....pifffffffffffffffffff...hnnn noooo..." Reimu fidgeted back and forth, trying desperately to hold in all her gas. But the pressure in her tummy was too much and she couldn't help but cut a few dirty stinkers into her sweaty bloomers. "Hahaha! Come on, Reimu! What're ya doin'? You can't hold it all in forever! Hehehe, you're gonna have to let it out eventually! Hrrrnnn...PPPRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTT! Ah yeah! Man, Reimu bet you wish you could let out a biiig fart like that huh?" taunted Marisa as she cut another enormous, satisfying fart. "Hnnn...nooo...prrrrnntt...prrrrnnnttt...ppprrrrrrrnnntttt..." Reimu struggled, her teeth clenched with sweat and tears dripping down her cheeks. "Aww how cute!" Marisa teased, "You're chain-farting! Hehehe...you look soooo cute trying to hold your gas in, Reimu! Hehehe...let's see how well you can hold 'em when I do this!" Marisa got up behind Reimu and started tickling the shrine maiden's exposed armpits. "EEP! Oh nooooo! Hahaahaah s-stop Ma-hahaha-riiisaaa...EEEEK!" Reimu giggled, her heart pounding as she fought against the inevitable. "Hahaha! Come on, Reimu! Fart for me! I know you gotta be realllly desperate to fart by now! Just let 'er rip!" Marisa continued to mercilessly tickle and tease poor Reimu. "Hahaahaa...oh no-hohoho...aaaahnnn...it's heeeheeehee...no use...uggghhh...I'm gonna fart! Heheehee...I'm gonna fart...PPLLLLBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNTTTTTTTTTT! Ah haha...oh yeaahh..." Reimu had finally given up and let out a gigantic, wet, disgusting fart right into her messy bloomers. "Ahahaha, there ya go, Reimu!" Marisa cheered. Crouching behind her, Reimu's deadly fart wafted its way up to Marisa's nose. "[sniiiff] Oh god, Reimu! Whew! That fuckin' reeks!" "Hehehe...sorry! You were the one teasing me to let it out, remember? Well, now that I let that one out, I guess there's no harm in letting the rest out too! Ya ready, Marisa?" Reimu reached behind her and grabbed Marisa, thrusting the blonde witch's face down right in her butt crack. "W-wait...nnooo!" pleaded Marisa but it was too late. Reimu started ripping a ton of ultra-stinky butt gas right up Marisa's nose. Reimu mercilessly chain-farted loads of rotten gas out of her sweaty butthole all over Marisa's face. "[cough] [cough] ugggghh," moaned Marisa as Reimu pelted her with round after round of horrible, gut-wrenching, thirty-second long ass blasts. "PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNTTTTTTTTTTT...aaah finished!" declared Reimu, letting go of her friend's head. "Told you not to make me fart! Don't you know us shrine maidens make the stinkiest farts? My butt's a pretty dangerous place to be when I get gassy. Teehee!" "[cough] [cough] whew...uggh now I do...whew...so smelly..." Marisa gasped, collapsing back on to the porch. Reimu got up and turned, wrinkling her nose as she passed through her enormous fart cloud, catching a big whiff of the terrible gas she had just leaked. She crawled over to where Marisa lay and flipped the little witch girl around so her bloomer-covered ass was sticking up in the air. "Huh?! The fuck you doin'?" Well, it's only fair, right? After I farted on you, now it's your turn. Go ahead, fart as hard as you want! I can take it!" Reimu grabbed hold of Marisa's hips and planted her face right between Marisa's skinny butt cheeks. "R-really?!" came Marisa's shocked reply. "Yep! Do your best, Marisa, and rip those monster farts of yours allllll over me! Teehee!" Marisa could feel Reimu's cute little nose right up her butt crack. "Oh-okay! Cool! 'Cause I gotta a shitload of gas I need to let out. Hrrrnn...piiiifffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff...you ready?" Marisa asked as she pushed out a foul-smelling SBD. "Mm-hmm!" nodded Reimu enthusiastically. "Oh god, here it comes! FRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTT! Aah! FFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFF! Uggh...gosh Reimu these feel so good comin' out...hnnnn...PPPPRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFF! PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPFFFFFFFFFF!BBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNTTTTTTTTT! BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNNNNTTTTTTTTT!" Marisa passed a huge, stinky wind right in Reimu's face. Reimu didn't seem to mind, in fact, each time Marisa ripped another gigantic, rancid fart out of her ass Reimu just nuzzled her face in closer, basking in the warmth of Marisa's incredibly rotten butt gas. The heat of the day only made things stinkier too and Marisa's horrible monster rips coupled with her sweat-drenched bloomers made for a potent combination. It was beginning to get really muggy between Marisa's sweaty ass crack and Reimu was forced to surface for air, only to have her nostrils assaulted by another round of disgusting Marisa farts. "Phew Marisa," said Reimu, waving her hand in front of her nose daintily, "You're really lettin' em out! How many mushrooms did you eat?" "Ugggh...about...fifty...PPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT..." "Fifty!? Oh goodness, Marisa!" "Yeah...you can't believe how incredible this feels...aaahh it's such a relief...FFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNNNTTTTTTTT...heeheehee..." Marisa sighed as she passed another gassy fart. "I bet. I only ate, like, twenty. Hey, you wanna see who can make the biggest fart? Even though you ate more, I am a shrine maiden, after all." "Heehee...okay! You're on, bitch!"
Chapter 0 - Sakuya and Meiling	Meiling could feel herself begin to perspire. A thin trickle of sweat rolled down her neck, along her muscular back, over her well-toned ass, and down the back of her soft, white thigh. The sensation was nearly unbearable and each rivulet of sweat tormented her. She had been caught napping so often that the chief maid had forced her to take longer and longer shifts. As a result, Meiling found little time in the day to take care of her needs and, consequently, hadn't shit in little over a week. Now, standing before the gates of the Scarlet Devil Mansion, Meiling tightly clenched her rock-hard ass, fighting back the urge to relax her gut and let go. Moreover, it was a hot, muggy summer afternoon which only added to her desperation. More sweat began to pool between Meiling's thighs and pussy lips. It was agonizing feeling her whole pelvis so thoroughly swamped and she constantly worried that she had accidentally peed herself. She had formed huge, dark, noticeable pit stains on her changpao, which she took care to hide lest she be scolded even more by Sakuya. She grew more and more embarrassed as she pitied Sakuya for having to handle her sweat-drenched outfit and slimy, stained panties. How awful it must be to have to clean my clothes after I've sweat in them so much. Poor Sakuya. Ick! I bet she has to, like, turn my panties inside out to clean them properly. Oh no! I...I wonder if she ever sees my menstruation marks or where I didn't wipe properly! Eeegh! I bet she has! Miss Sakuya knows what my panty stains look like! That's way too personal! I've gotta do my own clothes from now on! Just then, Meiling instinctively clenched her sweat-drizzling anal ring as she struggled to keep from birthing her week-old shit logs into her panties. Her stomach sank as she felt a huge ball of gas well up inside her, begging for release. “Oh no! Shit...I've gotta fart really bad...ohgoshohgoshohgosh...Uggh, this is horrible!” Meiling glanced around to make sure no maids or ice fairies were around and then carefully began to relax her asshole. “Pffff...ppfff...pffff...fffsssss...” Sweat drops poured into Meiling's eyebrows as she delicately released a series of tiny little puffer farts one after the other. She felt incredibly embarrassed doing this: what if someone saw her? Or what if they could hear her fart sounds? Uggh, these must smell so bad getting caught in my baggy pants, Meiling thought to herself. But then her wretched puffers began to float up to Meiling's nose. Her eyes went wide at how truly nasty her gas smelled and she began to quickly and covertly waft her leaks away from her butt. In the process, her hand flicked across the crack of her ass and Meiling was shocked at how sweaty she had become. She took a few steps closer to the red brick mansion wall, hoping no one could see her ass, just in case she had grown a tremendous sweat stain back there. The loose, kung-fu pants she wore were prone to doing that and often she'd find patches behind her knees were the material had become so wet that it was transparent. Meiling flushed worrying if that was the case: what if her sweaty panties were visible?! Meiling fidgeted, rocking back and forth on her heels. Oh gosh, she thought, I can feel my legs shaking! Uggh, I'm never going to be able to hold out. I feel so full. I hope Sakuya doesn't... Meiling's train of thought was interrupted by the sudden appearance of the chief maid. “Ha! Thought I'd catch you slacking off like always!” Sakuya stated coldly, glaring at the nervous gate guard. “Ack! M...miss Sakuya! [hissss]...Uggh...D...Don't come any closer...p...please!” Meiling managed to utter, desperately trying to pass her gas quietly so Sakuya wouldn't notice. “What? Why...[sniff]...[sniff]...” Meiling's face flushed deep red in embarrassment. She could hear Sakuya tentatively inhaling the rotten SBD she had just let off. Even from a few feet away, the chief maid could smell the bad leaks coming out of the sweat-drenched Chinese girl. “[sniff]...Heh, so that's why you were fidgeting all over and didn't notice me flying in.” Sakuya said, a self-satisfied grin creeping across her icy face. “Ohh...I...I'm soo...uggh...sorry...uhnnn...miss Sakuya...” groaned Meiling, clutching her churning stomach. “I...uhnn...I should have gone before...oh...pprrrrrnnt...aaggh! Oops! I'm so sorry, miss Sakuya! I...I didn't mean to...uhnn...fart in front of you!” Tears began to well up in Meiling's eyes as she worried about what Sakuya would do to her. She had never passed gas in front of anyone before, let alone the chief maid, and now she couldn't believe she was this desperate and full. “Hmmph! How rude, Meiling! I can't believe you couldn't even hold it in around me! What would Mistress Remilia think if she knew you did that to me?” Meiling gulped, rivulets of slimy sweat running down her brow. Sakuya glared at the desperate gate guard and produced a knife from her garter. “Well, I guess you know what we have to do now, right?” Meiling's eyes widened in sheer terror as Sakuya slowly strode towards her. With uncanny suddenness, Sakuya abruptly appeared right in Meiling's face. The chief maid violently pushed Hong back against the brick wall with all the force of a time-shifter. Hong, caught completely off-guard, almost lost control of her bladder and it took her every conscious effort to keep her urethra closed. However, she did accidentally cut a very wet fart which she knew Sakuya was going to smell. Oh no! With Sakuya so close, I bet she can smell my armpits and all my sweat. Eek! Her skin's touching mine! She's going to get my awful sweat all over her uniform! Meiling thought to herself, still reeling from Sakuya's charge. Sakuya had Meiling pinned to the rough brick facade, a knife held close to her jugular. Hong shook with fear in Sakuya's grasp. Sakuya brought her mouth close to Hong's ear and Meiling could feel Sakuya's perfect lips move as she spoke. Sakuya spoke slowly, lingering on every word that slid into Hong's ear. “You are going to fart...and shit...everything out. Right. Now.” Meiling furrowed her brow. “W...what...?” she began to ask. Sakuya screamed into Meiling's ear: “I want you to force that fucking gas out, slut! No taking your pants off! Just dump that shit right in your rotten little panties! Come on, what's the matter? I know you let off big ones in them all the time. I do wash your clothes, you know.” Oh no! She knows! thought Meiling. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. The chief maid wanted her to mess herself. “Come on you filthy fucking skank!” Sakuya continued, “I guess in China you fucking bitches just fart and shit whenever you fucking want. Huh? Is that it? Well, since that's all you fucking chinks can understand, I guess I'll just go and let you fucking crap yourself like the stupid dog whore you are!” “P...please...please stop, Sakuya...[sob] You're...[sob] scaring me...” Meiling began to cry and with each little sob she accidentally cut one obnoxious puffer after the next. “I fucking told you to rip that shit, bitch!” Sakuya's red eyes blazed fiercely and she brandished her knife ever closer to Meiling's throat. Meiling could feel the cold steel press against her skin. Her stomach was in knots and she shivered, knowing there was no way she'd ever be able to hold on. After a moment's pause, Meiling released an agonizing, disgraceful wet fart unleashing thick fumes into her panties. Meiling's rancid shit gas floated up between them and both girls could smell what had just come out of her. “Yeah, that's right. Cut that shit. I know you want to. I'm going to force you to dump that shit right in front of me. I bet you have a lot more you need to rip, right?” “Uhnn...uh-huh,” Meiling weakly nodded. Complying, Meiling began to relax a little and cut more frequently. It was terribly embarrassing for her to push out her gas with Sakuya staring right at her. Sakuya could see Hong's every grimace and little shift in position and it made the Chinese girl incredibly self-conscious. But the necessity of relief was urgent and Meiling could not put it off any longer even if she wanted to. “Unnggh...ppPPFFLLLLRRPPP...aagh...BBRRRNT...ohh...BRRRNNT...oh noo...BRRNT...BRRRNT..BRRRMMPP...” “[sniff] Uggh...are you chain-farting now? [sniff] Mmm, that's the best, isn't it? When you just get sooo unbelievably full of big, thick shit that you're just constantly cracking them out non-stop, right?” Meiling gave Sakuya a look of wonder. Was she...actually enjoying this? Sakuya caught on to Meiling's stare and threw her a mischievous look. “Heh, what? Can't maids fart sometimes too? You think you're the only girl out there whose gotten all full and desperate to rip? Guess what? Hnn...pppprrRRRRRRRNNTT...uhhn...teehee, I cut 'em too.” Meiling was shocked as Sakuya leaned against her and ripped a loud, completely unladylike fart. She could feel Sakuya's warm breath on her neck as she spoke to her and eventually felt Sakuya's disgusting gas waft up into her nose. Their proximity to one another and the sheer blatancy of it was deeply erotic to Hong, who, despite herself, harbored a slight infatuation with the chief maid. This infatuation had now become something much more. “Uhnnn...Sakuya...I...I'm gonna make a really bad leak...” “Go ahead and push that shit out, whore!” commanded Sakuya. Meiling shuddered and started passing a very long, nasty hyper-leak. Hong could feel her silk pants begin to swell up as a big plume of gas leaked from her rectum. “Mmm, is that your big hyper-leak, whore?” asked Sakuya, “Is that how chink bitches leak their gas? [sniff] Fuck, that's rotten. I can smell those big turds you've got stuffed up there. Come on! Enough's enough! Push harder! Or what, do you need me to rip some more of my big fuckers to get you to fill those panties?” Still holding the knife to Meiling's throat, Sakuya straddled one of Meiling's long legs. She brought her free hand around to Meiling's muscled ass and slid the side of her hand up and down Meiling's sweaty buttcrack. Meiling was still leaking hard and Sakuya could feel just how much gas Hong was pushing out as it blew gently against her hand. Sakuya brought her defiled hand up to Meiling's face and wiped where she had farted all along underneath her nose. Meiling's eyes reeled back in her head as her senses were assaulted by her own putrid butt fumes and ass sweat. Still straddling her, Sakuya cutely lifted up the edge of her frilly skirt and blew a tremendously hard fart out. Meiling felt the noxious release blowing against her knee and she could tell Sakuya was full of gas and able to fart really powerfully. She had never expected the chief maid to be this much of a fart monster. This knowledge changed Meiling's perception of her. She imagined the chief maid indulging in hot gassing sessions in the privacy of her room, filthily smelling all the powerful gas she had saved up specifically to get herself off. Meiling now toyed with the thought of doing more gas play, both alone and hopefully with Sakuya. “Uhnn...How's that? Feel how much I let loose every time I cut one? Mmm, now I want you to do that.” “Hrnn...PPFFFFF...uhnn...Miss Sakuya...hrrgghh...it's about to....uggh...come out...” Meiling could feel the tip of her first huge turd press against the fabric of her panties. To her amazement, huge gouts of wretched gas leaked around her fat turd: she had never taken a really gassy shit like this before. “Grrr...this is taking way too long!” Sakuya yelled suddenly. “I don't have time for you to lay those fucking turds out all long and delicate. Hurry up and blast that shit!” Without warning, Sakuya began to speed up Meiling's digestion. Hong could feel her intestines quiver rapidly as Sakuya sped up their motion, doing everything in her power to accelerate Meiling's dump. Meiling was helpless to resist: she felt as if her gut was taking a shit on its own. She began to uncontrollably pass shit into her panties. Within moments, they had expanded to accommodate Meiling's thick, overgrown logs. Meiling's week-old shit fractured into big, solid lumps as more and more feet of toxic crap slid out of her body. She felt herself start to empty, only to find her panties sagging more. Sakuya had forced her to dump not only her last week of shit but also the following week and the week after... And in between the lulls in her digestion, Meiling was forced to pass truly enormous mega-farts. So that's how Sakuya does it, thought Meiling, She just farts all of her gas out in advance! That's sooo hot! I wish she'd force me to make big rips like this all the time. Meiling could feel her huge lumps of shit begin to squelch out above the waistband of her panties, rubbing disgustingly across her back before plopping into her silk pants. Her baggy trousers began to fill up with weeks and weeks of thick, meaty Meiling shit. Her swollen turds coiled around her legs like massive poop snakes before they forced themselves out of the cuffs of her pants. Giant lumps of shit splattered onto her flats as well as Sakuya's elegant high heels. Both girls' feet were being slowly covered in Meiling's uncontrollable hyper-shit. Soon, there was absolutely no room left for Meiling to grow her turds and Meiling clutched her rumbling tummy in incredible pain. “Arrrrgh! P...please S...Sakuya...aaahn! I can't shit anymore! Th...there's no more room!” “Hah! Well then, that's what you fucking get for cutting those big wet farts in front of me! Guess you're just gonna have to...” “Just WHAT is going on here?” Mistress Remilia's saccharine voice rang out across the front gate. Meiling and Sakuya both looked up to see their mistress with Patchouli floating by her side, holding a dainty parasol above Remilia's head. “Mi...Mistress...I...” Sakuya stuttered, recoiling in fear and pressing herself against Meiling's ample chest. “Shut the fuck up!” Remilia screeched, “I know exactly what you were doing, Sakuya! Don't think we both can't hear you in your room every night. Moaning like some feral slut and blasting farts like an animal! I know exactly what kind of pervy things you get up to!” Every night!? thought Meiling. “I can hear this disgusting fart slut's massive rips even in the library,” said Patchouli in her drowsy monotone, “The whole mansion knows exactly what your farts sound like.” “Mistress...I can explain...” “Too fucking late for that, whore!” Remilia interrupted, “Whaddya think we should do to punish this bitch, Patchy?” “Well mistress, if she likes farting so much, I think I have just the spell to satiate her.” Patchouli slowly incanted verses of a spell whilst Remilia held Sakuya in place by sealing her fate. Patchouli finished the spell and a bright beam of light shot from her extended finger, hitting and enveloping Sakuya. Sakuya cringed and groaned as she felt her insides slowly swell. The chief maid doubled over in agony as she helplessly ripped an enormous burst of gas. Her skirt was blown up in the back by the force of her release and Meiling received the brunt of it. Sakuya's fart was utterly awful, far smellier than what she had previously inhaled. Sakuya continued to pass brutal rips, farting them out incredibly hard into Meiling's shit-covered crotch. Each time Sakuya cut one, she screeched from the pain of having her asshole so mercilessly torn open. “Please Mistress Remilia...aagh...I don't want to have big farts like this! P...please change me back...ahnn...BBBBRRRRRAAAAAAPPPPP...AAAGHHHH!!” “What's that Sakuya? I can barely hear you. Your slutty farts are just too loud! Gosh, I can't believe the pretty and elegant chief maid makes such loud, obnoxious farts! How embarrassing!” Remilia raised her voice, speaking over Sakuya's almost deafening hyper-farts. Clutching her basketball-sized swollen stomach, Sakuya squatted down and ripped hard. She screamed as tons of painfully hot fart fumes exploded from her gut. A massive cloud of thick, brown hyper-gas escaped out of the leg holes of her panties and floated up around her. Sakuya choked as her monster gas invaded her lungs. Of course, this was what Sakuya did most nights anyway. She would often sit at the edge of her bed and rip thousands of hours of gas, forcing herself to smell it and indulging in her wonderful, feminine scent. But the gas Patchouli had given her was utterly foul, much worse than anything Sakuya had ever made. “What's the matter, fart bitch?” Remilia teased, “Can't stand the fuckin' rips you're making? I thought you loved giving off huge, loud bitch rips? I know you do 'cause I can hear you moan every time you cut a really dirty one. Hehe...or maybe you're jackin' off to my farts, huh? Is that it, Sakuya? I bet you stop time every time me and Patchy let one. I bet you sneak up our little asses and try and get a big whiff, huh?” Remilia winked at Patchouli. Patchouli cracked a wry smile and began to cast another spell on both of them. Their tummies began to rumble. “Here, if you like sniffin' what I got inside me,” Remilia came up to Sakuya and turned, sticking her tiny ass in Sakuya's face. She stuck Sakuya's head underneath her skirt and made sure to clasp the fabric tightly so Sakuya would be forced right up into her asscheeks. Sakuya's nose and mouth made contact with Remilia's delicate asshole, covered by her bloomers. Remilia closed her eyes and grunted. “Hrnnn...PRRRRRRNNNTTTT...aahh...how's that, Sakuya? Hnnn...BBBLLLLLAAAAPPPP...aahn...how's it feel now that I've got big, rotten hyper-farts? Bet you're totally creaming from smellin' this shit...hnn...BBRRRRMMMPPP...” Sakuya's eyes watered and she choked back a surge of vomit after being hit with Remilia's potent tummy fumes. Though she had, of course, stopped time to smell Remilia's dainty little girl farts before, she wasn't prepared for this much gas. Remilia's bad stinkers filled up her bloomers, puffing them out with severe hyper-gas. “Arrghh...Mm...Mistress Remiliaaa....”moaned Hong, still pumping loads of turds into her now-completely filled trousers, “I can't stop s...shittting...H...help...” Hong's oversized turds had filled her pants so much that they bulge out awkwardly, as if she was wearing a huge diaper underneath. Long, sticky ropes of shit slowly pumped out of Hong's pants and now she stood in a two-foot tall mound of her own crap. Her feet were buried and pieces of rotten, gooey turds were strewn about the grass around her. The stench of months of defecation was overpowering. Patchouli bit her lip and helplessly cut a massive hyper-fart, which flowed deliciously between her legs and out from her fluttering nightgown. Patchouli had never given herself hyper-rips before but she had certainly experimented on Koakuma before trying out the spell. Now she was beginning to like the powerful feeling of intense gas. “BBRRRRRRUUMMMPPP...aah...damn that feels good,” She said, indulging in another mammoth gas blast, “Uhnnng...I feel like dumping this shit on someone...” Patchouli noticed Meiling's plight and softly glided over to her. “You'll do,” she said, “Take this!” Patchouli floated up to Meiling's head height and pressed the Chinese girl's face into her plump ass. Patchouli grunted again and let go, shitting out a terrible, eighteen-second long hyper-fart that blew Meiling's hat off and hair back. “Aaaagh...fuck that feels good. Ok, Hong. I'll dispel Sakuya's time-manipulation. Uhnng...but then I've gotta start dumping this shit hard. Mmm...right in your fucking face...”
Chapter 0 - Eirin's Experiment	“Pleeeease Eirin! No more! [sob] I...uhnggh...I've been farting all day! Hnnn...this really hurts...” Reisen pleaded to her mistress. Lady Eirin had her bunny bitch seated in reverse on a chair, her hands bound at the wrist and fixed to the seat back. Her round bubble butt hung off the edge; her sore, abused asshole and throbbing red pussy completely exposed underneath her skirt. In this humiliating position, Reisen was totally spread open and could not possibly keep her cunt or asshole shut. Her fat, gaping anus winked open and shut momentarily before blowing out a brutal, gut-wrenching fart. “Mmm,” went Lady Eirin, savoring the bad bunny gas Reisen ripped, “Come now, Reisen. I know I can get you louder than that. I think you just need some more injections.” Eirin strode over to a table holding various medicinal equipment, including an extra large enema syringe and smaller needles for subcutaneous injections. Her wide, voluptuous ass swayed back and forth beneath her red and blue dress. Approaching the table, Eirin braced herself against it and grunted. “Rrrghh...PPPPPRRRRAAAAAAPPP...unnngh yesss!” Eirin drooled through gritted teeth as she cut a huge, loud and extremely pleasurable fart out of her big ass. She spontaneously orgasmed from her massive bitch rip, a thick load of cream bubbled from her sloppy pussy and sprayed against her thighs and the back of her dress. It had all started a few evenings ago when Tewi had decided to pull a naughty prank on Lady Eirin. Each night, Eirin would take a few pills meant to supplement the powers of her longevity. Knowing this, Tewi had crept into Lady Eirin's quarters and swapped her medicine for other, similar looking pills. Tewi had had no idea what she was grabbing from Eirin's supply cabinet and besides Eirin was immortal anyway. What was the worst that could happen, she thought? Swapping out the pills, Tewi slinked away to an adjacent room, poked a hole in the paper wall and eagerly waited for Eirin. Lady Eirin unknowingly swallowed the trick medicine, too stuck in her routine to spot the swap. In moments, Lady Eirin grimaced and began to feel very sick. Eirin moaned and clutched her stomach. She felt terribly heavy and nauseous. Her asshole began to instinctively clench as she experienced the sinking feeling of desperately needing to dump. Eirin's stomach gurgled loudly and the mature, white-haired woman began to pass gas. Tewi couldn't help but giggle as she heard Eirin break wind. This was better than she could have hoped for! Lady Eirin was far too elegant to ever pass gas in front of anyone. Listening to her groan as she started uncontrollably chain-farting was like a dream come true. Finally that snooty bitch was loosening up a little, thought Tewi. But soon Eirin's gas grew louder and longer. After chain-farting a few times, Eirin fell to her knees; her fat ass sticking straight out. Eirin grunted in utter agony as she began to pass an incredibly long, rattling mega-fart. Tewi gasped in surprise. She hadn't expected Eirin to pass that much gas. Eirin writhed and groaned on her hands and knees as her fat, puckered asshole was brutally raped by her gigantic flatulence. The snow-haired doctor panted like she was giving birth as her inhuman mega-rip grew longer and longer. Five seconds...ten seconds...a minute. Finally, after nearly six minutes, Eirin's massive flatulence cut off after pumping loads of awful, rotten fart fumes into the room. The smell of Eirin's huge gas bomb easily reached Tewi in the other room. The tiny bunny girl immediately gagged on Eirin's digusting, inhuman fart. It was tremendously rotten and only smelled worse as it continued to spread out from Eirin's plump ass. At the end of her mighty leak, Eirin's eyes rolled back and her tongue lolled out in orgasmic relief. Her pussy began to piss out her girl cream, spurting it out in big, thick jets that coated her cunt lips, legs, dress, and even the heels of her feet. Instinctively, Eirin's hands lifted up her stained skirt, slid off her panties, and thrust themselves into her gushing pussy. Eirin couldn't believe how wet she had gotten from her enormous release. That is, if her dirty mega-fart hadn't completely brain-fucked her. “Ugggh...pussy...feel...uhgg...gooood...” slurred Eirin. She easily slipped four fingers into her spasming cunt and began to slosh huge gobs of juicy cum cream out. Her hands were slick and shiny and the floor quickly became covered in a big puddle of Eirin's girl goo. Incredibly turned on, the voyeuristic Tewi also began to frig herself through her musky, cunt-soaked bloomers. She bit her knuckle to keep from screaming as she jacked off a big, sloppy twat-gasm of her own. She hoped to herself that Eirin had more gas to let out. Eirin, meanwhile, squatted and stretched her big asshole out, trying to dump some more bombs. She forced hard, which caused her to squirt a nice piss stream loudly onto the soaked wood floor. Feeling relaxed from her big piss, Eirin sighed and let off another wet, monster fart. “PPPLLLBBBBBBUUUUURRNFFFFF...aauggh...” went Eirin as a massive bubble of gas burst from inside her. Her wet, nasty mega-fart rumbled sickeningly out of her; filling the room with another round of absolutely putrid gut gas. Eirin leaked again and again, each of her thick mega-rips lasting for minutes on end. From the other room, Tewi thrashed about as her hand went wild on her sensitive clitty. She hid her face in the folds of her dress as she creamed hard. Listening to Eirin pass brutal gas like that was deeply arousing to the little bunny slut. She even managed to cut a few of her own tiny little rips from her petite, fuckable butt. Eirin eventually came down off her cum high and regained her senses. She panted, completely out of breath: light headed from the many wet, gushing orgasms she brought herself to. Shaking herself out of her daze, her genius intellect quickly deduced what had happened and who to blame. Eirin, rising and pulling down her dirty dress, stormed out and swung open the door to the room in which Tewi was hiding. Tewi looked up at the voluptuous doctor, her buck teeth gnawing the edge of her dress and her drenched bloomers wrapped about her ankles. Eirin knew exactly the kind of punishment she wanted to inflict on that rabbit whore. Tewi squeaked as Eirin caught her by the wrist and dragged her up from the floor. Her tight bunny twat throbbed a deep red and each step Eirin forced her to take back to her quarters made her wince. “So you thought it'd be funny to swap my medicine, huh?” scolded Eirin, wagging a finger at Tewi, “Well, I should be furious with you, Tewi...but the truth is...that got me off really hard. In fact, I want to do it again. And you are going to help me.” Eirin smiled and went to her medicine cabinet. “Well, let's see,” she said, pressing her finger to her lips,” What made that happen? Hmm...whatever! I'll just shove stuff down that bitch's throat and see what works!” Eirin collected a handful of pills and came up to Tewi. She roughly snatched the young bunny girl's tousled hair and jerked her neck back. “Open up, slut!” shouted Eirin. Quivering, Tewi complied. “There! Now...swallow!” Eirin rubbed Tewi's throat hard, forcing her to swallow. “Ack! [cough] Gah...” went Tewi. She quickly felt something terrible brewing inside of her. “[cough] Uhgg...m...Miss Eirin...I...guuuhh...ppfffffFFFFFRRRNNNTT...aaaggh!” Tewi lifted her bunny butt up and cut a nasty, smelly fart. The scent of Tewi's gas wafted up to her nose and made her cringe. It was absolutely horrible, easily worse than Eirin's. “[sniff] [sniff] Uggh...that smells disgusting, you stupid bunny bitch!” Eirin taunted, “[sniff] Uggh...I can't believe you made that. Uhnn...let's see. If those got you to stink really bad...” Eirin snatched some more pills and forced them down Tewi's throat. Tears welled up in Tewi's eyes as she struggled not to gag. “Good! That's right, bitch! Swallow that shit! I'm going to get you to gas hard! We're gonna make that little fuck-me ass of yours rip like crazy.” Tewi clenched her teeth as she felt her tiny stomach begin to swell and inflate with terrible, putrid mega-gas. Tewi groaned and began to cut a sick leak that streamed out of her asshole painfully. Tewi's gas was agonizingly hot and smelly, but it wasn't nearly as loud as the bombs Eirin had let off. “Uhhg...that's fuckin' sick you smelly whore! [sniff] Grrr! I want you bigger though! Here!” Eirin said, grabbing more medicine, “Take it!” Tewi could feel her asshole give way. She grimaced and finally cut a gigantic, gassy fart. “Hrnn...bbbBBBBBRRRRRRUUUMMPPP...ugghhh!” Tewi trembled. Her body shook as she passed a fart way too big for a girl her size. “Eeek! Aagh...M...mistress Eirinnn...hnnn...these farts are too big for me...PPUURRRRRRRNNNT...gaahh! Oh nooo...uhhnng...I'm so full...aagh...I can't...hold these in anymore, Mistress Eirin!” Tewi scrunched her face and helpless cut a deep, potent fart. It was very loud, much bigger than her little body was able to handle. Tewi's huge, gassy release was followed by another. And another. Until Tewi finally started letting out massive hyper-rips that totally blew her asshole wide open. “Yeah, that's right! Get those big rips out of you! Fuck, that's some big gas you're blowing. Mmm...let's get me all big and bloated too. Mmm...bet you can't wait, huh? Bet you loved hearing me rip like a whore, huh? I never knew you were such a gassy little fuck-slut, Tewi!” Eirin, who had made a thorough mental record of all the medicine she had administered so far, quickly consumed the same sequence of medicine she had given to Tewi. Eirin beamed as she felt it work immediately, changing her body and growing her gas. Eirin turned and plopped her big, wide ass in Tewi's lap. Tewi had a worried look on her face as she looked down at Eirin's giant cheeks underneath the thin fabric of her dress. Eirin closed her eyes and pushed out a mighty fart rip onto Tewi. Tewi was forced to smell Eirin's foul, mature mega-gas as it passed out of her gut, through the fabric of the dress, and up into her nostrils. Tewi hacked and coughed, nearly suffocated by the obnoxious scent. What's more, each cough forced her to rip another big, rumbling fart of her own. The smell of Eirin's wretched tummy fumes were just as bad as Tewi's own raunchy mega-farts. The two girls were blasting each other with tons of brutal hyper-gas as neither could keep themselves from ripping big ones at each little movement. “Uggh...yeahhh...fuck these farts are so huge! Uhnn...but they're not making me cream like before. Hmm...let's try this...” Eirin retrieved some powerful aphrodisiac from the cabinet, leaving Tewi stuck sitting on the bed. Tewi was completely paralyzed by her intense gas blasts; she couldn't move at all. All she could do was brace herself on the bed and rip agonizing mega-leaks like crazy. Tewi pouted and cried as her cute little ass continued to blow horrible monster farts without end. Eirin gulped down the aphrodisiac. She wasn't expecting it to interact with the other medicine she had taken. But the fact of the matter was that the aphrodisiac had a powerful effect on her gas production. Eirin's eyes widened in surprise as she was caught off-guard. Her pupils dilated and her juicy pink nipples grew into two fat tit-cocks. Eirin bent over and ripped another tremendously long hyper-fart, causing her to instantly cum hard. Excitedly, Eirin swallowed more of the aphrodisiac, excited to find out just how gassy and creamy it could make her. Eirin again fell to her knees, her hands keeping her propped up vertically. She arched her back and began to pass nearly deafening gas. Tewi couldn't believe how loud Eirin had made her rips. The long-haired woman was blowing out booming hyper-farts, which exploded from her swollen asshole like peals of thunder. A mammoth gusher of pussy juice shot from Eirin's distended cunthole. Eirin moaned loudly, but her womanly cries were overcome by her tremendous flatulence. Since then, Eirin had got all of Eientei addicted to hyper-farting and anal play. Princess Kaguya was excited by the novelty of this lewd prospect and commanded Lady Eirin to perfect the medicine. To that end, Eirin co-opted Reisen to use as a test subject. Though Reisen had reservations on being experimented on in this way, she too had gotten into hyper-farting. After all, since everyone else at Eientei was now hyper-gassing constantly, there was little reason for her not to join in the fun too. At first, she had been quite demure about it and would run off to her room to play with her gas. But soon she had grown accustomed to shamelessly letting off big rips in front of Eirin, Kaguya, and Tewi; all of whom hyper-farted in front of her too. Princess Kaguya especially looked so heavenly passing big, beautiful mega-rips that were befitting of her station and power. She had even gotten used to Tewi's incredibly bad flatulence, as her farts were easily the worst-smelling, and would often find herself mesmerized by Tewi's putrid scent. Eirin had given Reisen injections of the hyper-farting medicine in the hopes of finding a way to increase the intensity. The girls had all decided that the louder, thundering hyper-rips felt the best and Eirin now was attempting to prolong them. Eirin hummed to herself as she prepared a new formula, all the while casually letting out loud farts and wiggling her hips from side to side. “Alright, Reisen,” said Eirin, tapping the syringe, “Here we go. This ought'a get you blowing!” Eirin came around behind Reisen's exposed ass cheeks and slapped them, leaving a big red mark on Reisen's delicate white skin. Reisen cried out in pain and accidentally cut another dirty rip. Soon, she felt the hot sting of the needle poking into her butt. “Well?” asked Eirin a few moments after the injection, “Feel like giving me some nice, long rips?” “Hrrgh...yes Mistress Eirin...uhnnn...augh! I gotta fart reeeally bad!” Drool cascaded from Reisen's chin as her pretty mouth hung wide open in lust. Reisen was salivating at thrill of growing big farts and loosing control. The bunny slut clenched her fists and pushed out a sickening, earth-shattering hyper-fart from her dilated asshole. “MMM! That sounds so fucking hot, Reisen!” moaned Eirin, crouching down and sticking her head in Reisen's hot, gassy stream. She could feel Reisen's monster bitch-fart blow across her face and rape her sense of smell. Reisen's exposed cunt throbbed with need and began to pump out large quantities of slut cream, slopping out of her juicy hole and down onto the floor like a waterfall. “Oooooh! This feels soooo good, Mistress!” cried Reisen as her minute-long hyper fart continued to blow out of her body. “Mmm, good! But we can't have you blowing all that big, beautiful bitch gas out just yet...” Eirin said. Eirin got up and selected a huge, meaty anal plug from the table. She brought it underneath Reisen's foutain of hyper-cum, soaking it thoroughly in the bunny girl's delicious juice. Reisen was caught by surprise as Eirin shoved the enormous plug up her farting hole. “Ack! M...Mistress! What are you doing! Noooo! I...I'm still...ugggh...farting...” Reisen pleaded as Eirin plugged her asshole shut; Reisen's hyper fumes curling around the plug before being stopped up completely. “Ooh, bet that's driving you nuts, huh?” teased Eirin. “Don't worry, I'll pull it out...after I give you some more bad gas.” “Nn...noooo...Mistress, please...uggh....I...gotta...unnn...fart soooo bad...” Reisen's sobbing fell on deaf ears as Eirin made her way back to the table and prepared another, slightly different injection. “You know, I've been pumping these into your ass for a while,” she said, stepping in front of Reisen's burning red face. “Let's see what happens when I stick this in those titties.” Eirin unbuttoned Reisen's shirt and exposed her little tits. No bigger than a B cup, Reisen's breasts lightly brushed against the back of the chair. Eirin stuck two needles into the very sensitive underside of both of Reisen's tits, slightly below and behind her nipples. Reisen screeched in pain and clenched her asshole tightly around the big butt plug. “Haahh...haaah...” Reisen panted as she felt the fluid flow from the syringes. Finally, Eirin was finished and slowly she produced the needles from Reisen's sore tit flesh. Suddenly, Reisen felt as if her breasts were on fire. Her nipples became painfully swollen...and then started to grow. Her tiny tits started to swell, growing fatter and longer. Eirin raised an eyebrow as she watched the transformation. She was pleasantly surprised to have found what was apparently a breast enlargement serum. Reisen's tits continued to grow. They inflated through two openings in the metal framework that comprised the back of the seat; her burgeoning flesh squishing against the cold, rough iron. Her nipples were massively elongated. They continued to grow and protrude, sticking out nearly two feet in length. They felt heavy and hard like two gigantic cocks coming out of her banana-shaped breasts. “Oh nooo...Eirinnn...aaagh...my tits...they're sooo big...uggh...” Eirin gently caressed and squeezed Reisen's cock-like hyper-nipples, eliciting pants and moans from the gassy bunny girl. Reisen's hyper-nipples were easily as thick as meaty cocks and their tips puckered inward like cockholes. Eirin daintily fingered the deep indentations, causing Reisen to thrash and scream. It was making Reisen hyper-cum more and more: gallons of girl slop burst from her fat bunny pussy. “AAGH! Eirinnnn...EEEK! I...I think...mm...my nipples are...” Reisen uttered weakly. Eirin continued to silently play with Reisen's massive tit-cocks, squeezing them tightly and jacking them off. “Oh nooo...oh nooo...aaahh...they're going too...AAAGGH!” Without warning, a surge of milk bubbled up through Reisen's nipples. Eirin could feel it ripple through her hands before it escaped out the ends of Reisen's cock-nipples in a long, agonizing stream. “Uaagh...oh nooo...Mistress Eirinnnn...uhgg...my tits are...UHNNN!” Reisin's long, pink tit-cocks gurgled sickeningly as another huge wave of bitch milk burst from her areolae. “Arrggghhh! It's...like they're pissing...ahgg...there's way too much inside!” Despite the two milk fountains pouring from her soaking wet tits, Reisen's output was so great that even her auto-lactation could not express it fast enough. Slowly, her titanic mega-tits fattened and drooped, heavy with the weight of the gallons of milk accumulating within them. Reisen's breast flesh looked like a dam about to burst. “UWWAAA! Puhhhleeeease milk me, Eirin!I've gotta lactate so bad! Squeeze it out! Please!” “Incredible!” exclaimed Eirin, “I can't believe it! I...I've got to try this out!” Eirin got up and rushed to the table, preparing two injections for herself. Without wasting time, Eirin unbuttoned the top of her dress and drove the needles into either side of her cleavage. The pain was intense, but Eirin's pussy throbbed needfully as her already well-developed breasts began to swell and expand. Eirin braced herself against the table as her massive tits threatened to break through her bra and dress. She could feel her nipples growing into painfully large hyper-cocks. They were bent down, crushed by the cups of her bra, which steadily tightened as the mass of her tit-flesh rapidly increased. “Uhhh..RRRGHGHH!” groaned Eirin as her enormous hyper-nipples finally stretched the fabric of her bra to breaking. The buttons of her dress snapped off revealing her two now-oversized hyper-tits which hung like two swollen gourds from her heaving chest. Eirin began to jack off her thumping hyper-nipples, teasing the tips with her fingers. She brutally squeezed her enormous tit flesh with her hand and emitted a disgusting, rancid fart from her sweaty ass. “Ugghhhh...yesss...my tits are so full...oooh...PPPRRAAAPPPP...uhnnn...every time I squeeze them they fart...uggh I can't believe it...” “Eirinnn! Please squeeze me too! Aahnn...noo...they're farting...” Reisen clenched her teeth as her tits began to rip gigantic, obnoxious hyper-farts. Each time her fat breasts farted, her hyper-nipples bobbed up and down from the force of her gas. The feeling was indescribable and completely warped her brain. “Ggaaaahh...my tits are fartingggg...” Meanwhile, Eirin had stuck one of her giant hyper-nipples into her mouth, fellating it like a big, farting dick. Her eyes rolled back as she desperately swallowed the insane hyper-farts blowing down her throat. Eirin choked and gagged on her awful breast gas, unable to suckle her cock-tits any longer. “Aaahnn...yes this is incredible! Princess Kaguya is going to love this...PRRRRNNTTTTT...aagh...I think I'm gonna like giving her nice, fat hyper-farting tits.” “Oh no! Mistress Eirin...my breasts...are...cummmminnnggg!” Reisen thrashed in her bindings, beating her fists against the sides of the chair as her whole chest was rocked with an enormous orgasm. Gallons of fem-cum began to pour from her huge hyper-tits, occasionally being messily queefed out by her gassy tit farts. “Mmm...looks like you need a good milking, Reisen,” said Eirin, returning to her position in front of the bunny girl. Eirin began to coax and massage Reisens girl gas and girl cum from her sloshing breasts. She took one of Reisen's meaty tits in both her hands and squeezed, causing a jet of gassy girl cum to spit out from her nipple. “Gyyyaaaggghhh!” went Reisen, as every time Eirin squeezed her fat bitch tits she cut a deep, brutal hyper-rip and squirted more slut cream out. Eirin milked herself as well, pulling one of her foot-long hyper nipples down and squeezing out tons of gas and pussy juice. “Mmmm...mistress...I...I gotta fart sooo bad...” “Hmm? But Reisen, you're already ripping so much,” Eirin said, grinning, “Or do you mean to tell me you have another slutty, gassy hole that wants to blow?” “Ugggh...yessss...pp...please...” “Please what?” “Rrrghh...pp...please mistress Eirin...uhngg...please let Reisen fart...please let her fart from her asshole. Mistress plugged Reisen up and now Reisen's got big farts inside her...” Reisen shuddered as she stooped to talking like a submissive slut. She knew Eirin loved it. “Oh?! How big?” “Uhnng...soooo big...I...uhhg...think I'm gonna blow really hard...it's gonna be sooo loud...” “Ooh! In that case,” cooed Erin, getting up and coming around to Reisen's butt plug. She teasingly ran her fingers along its surface and around Reisen's aching anal ring. “I guess I'll pull this big...bad...butt plug out and let Reisen make her biiig fart.” “YES! Oooh! Yes pleeease mistress! I've gotta fart sooo hard!” Eirin's hands lingered around the end of the plug. Reisen moaned for release as her tits leaked tremendous loads of gas and cum. “Umm...but first! I never injected your pussy!” said Eirin, leaving the bunny to her torture a little longer. Reisen groaned, going absolutely mad for relief. Her red eyes glowed as they rolled back in her head. Eirin prepared one final injection and brought the syringe down to Reisen's puffy pussy lips. Reisen had already creamed a humongous puddle of potent, sticky girl cum all over the floor and chair and Eirin was sure there was going to be an even bigger mess in a few moments. Without warning, Eirin plunged the syringe into Reisen's labia. Reisen screamed in agony, the pain of the injection driving her over the edge. Her body began to convulse out of control. Piss shot from her dilated urethra, mixing with the other mighty stream issuing from her gaping vulva. Reisen shook her head violently back and forth, flinging her light purple hair to and fro. Her crinkly ears beat against one another as she shook and uttered guttural moans. Barely hanging on to consciousness, Reisen felt her cunt lips start to burn and expand, just as her tits did. “Heehee, just as I thought!” Eirin cheered, “Mmm, once your nasty rabbit slit gets all big and gassy, I think I'll finally let you rip that shit you've got stuffed up your fucking ass.” Reisen roared in pain, her cunt swelling and throbbing and somehow gushing even more delectable pussy piss. Her pussy grew to an immense size, swelling and puffing out from her crotch. She could feel her huge lips beat against her inner thighs and she was forced to spread her legs even wider to accommodate her massive hyper-pussy. “Damn, I could stick my whole fucking head up your huge pussy hole. Fuck, your pussy looks so good...” Eirin squatted and rubbed her soft face up and down Reisen's dimpled hyper-lips. A huge torrent of never-ending girl cum gushed from her massive, pink folds and slathered Eirin's chin, neck and hyper-tits. Eirin buried her face in Reisen's fat cunt, savoring the bunny bitch's smelly fuck-me cream. Reisen could feel her vaginal walls start to clench. “Ugghhh...haaah...Eirinn...uggh...I'm...I'm gonna fucking queef...” Reisen bit her lip as she felt her pussy about to fart hard, “Hrrrunnnn...PPPPBBBLLRRRRRRRRTTTTTT...” Reisen blasted an enormous, minute-long queef out of her slobbering cunt, spraying thick gouts of hyper-cum all over Eirin. “Yeah! Do it! Pussy-fart that shit out hard! Mmm! Fucking hose me! Yesss! Make that fat fucking pussy queef!” Reisen started letting out disgusting, rattling hyper-queefs one after another; groaning as each one burbled out from her gigantic, oversized pussy. She couldn't help getting really into it, despite her fatigue. Each massive queef she ripped tortured her oversized clit and it felt good ridding her gasping cunt walls of all of her thick hyper-cum. Reisen pushed herself into it with every burst; as best she could whilst tied to the chair. Yet each time her monster cunt ripped a big hyper-queef, her overgrown mammaries throbbed and released huge gouts of potent milk. But Reisen had even adjusted to the unique sensation and gradually she started grunting and tit-pissing like the brain-dead animal she was: grinning and baring her buck teeth while her eyes shown a ferocious red. Eirin, meanwhile, tugged on her own long hyper-nipples, milking her bursting breasts of their copious supply. Her massive nipples stuck out stiffly, just begging to fuck some slut's juicing cunt meat. Eirin couldn't hold back any longer: Reisen's swollen hyper-pussy looked so soft and tantalizing. With a guttural moan, Eirin began to stuff her tremendous tit-prick inside Reisen's slobbering bitch meat. Reisen got off hard on the sensation of fullness she felt within her deep, dripping cunt walls; mad with lust, her mind dissolved by the force her gigantic queef blasts. Eirin felt her arm-length nipple being squeezed in, inhaled by Reisen's farting cunt. Eirin released some of her own abominable gas too, sighing as she released the intense pressure in her stomach. Reisin's pussy milked Eirin's nipple like a hungry child, causing her womb to fill up with warm, soothing milk. But Reisin's womb continued to expand painfully as Eirin ripped gigantic, minute-long farts into it. Coupled with the injection Eirin had already administered to that region, Reisin was now in excruciating pain; the walls of her uterus pushing outward and making her look extremely gravid. “Uggh...now I want a big pussy too...” moaned Eirin, feeling her meaty fuck lips pulse with desire. Jealous of Reisen's giant, mutated labia, Eirin retrieved another injection and directed the contents into her tight slit. Her heart beat heavier as it desperately tried to provide blood to her rapidly swelling cunny. Eirin stood up and popped her sloshing hyper-tits out of Reisen as her legs were forced apart by her growing labia. Her juicy, bright pink slit thrummed against the fabric of her panties. Eirin's pussy suddenly started growing out of control, swallowing up the fabric of her panties and wedging up between her lips painfully. Finally, as the weight of her cunt grew wildly, Eirin's panties snapped and her thick cunt flesh spilled out between her thighs. “UHNNNN...s...so massive...” Eirin fell to her hands and knees, the weight of her hyper-breasts and pussy too much for her to support. Her gigantic, flabby tits smashed against the wood floor, sending shockwaves of utter pain through her bosom. Eirin's meaty pussy swelled underneath the fabric of her dress. Her cunt lips pulsated visibly, drooling thick gobs of sticky girl-slime that ran down her dimpled lips and the backs of her thighs. Eirin reached behind herself and pulled back her ruined dress, feeling the cool night air caress her piping hot mega-slit. The size of her tremendous hyper-cunt forced Eirin's asshole open, which made her start to rip helplessly, stuck immobile on the hard floor with her fat ass sticking straight out. Huge, churning gouts of loud fart gas thundered out of her. It was too much for the poor moon doctor. Drooling, she sloshed her hands around inside the thick, swollen pink fold of her monstrous cunt. She spread her drizzling cunt walls and groaned hard as she made a tortuous, minute-long hyper-queef. Eirin tried to get upright but ended up on her knees, smashing her tender mega-cunt underneath her weight. Tears streamed from her eyes as she couldn't help but hyper-queef in that position. Her massive pussy farts tickled and teased her hot, fat clit. It was enough to make her utterly lose control. Finally, the pressure on Reisin's cervix was too much for her to bare. A monstrous, wretched hyper-queef erupted from deep within her; causing her vaginal walls and labia to flutter wildly. Reisin's eyes of madness shot out hot pink beams of light as she screamed a truly feral scream; lost, as she was, to her inhuman gas. She clenched her fists and roared, splattering everything around her; her now three-feet long hyper-nipples producing twin fountains of fart-laced milk; her obscenely huge pussy blasting nasty wet gobs of girl slime out in a huge spray. Eirin shook herself from her intense hyper-queefing long enough to observe Reisin's incredible display. “To think: we could all be doing that! Princess Kaguya...Tewi...all of us! Utterly losing ourselves to this perversion!” Eirin's massive pussy clenched as she pictured herself injecting Kaguya with this perfect drug: having Lady Kaguya's dainty breasts rip through her kimono and turn into two gigantic lactating and farting machines as her tongue would loll out of her mouth; her mind totally gone. Struggling to get up, Eirin made her way over to Reisin, who had now almost shouted herself hoarse. She was about to unplug Reisin's asshole and allow her to rip what would no doubt be the biggest, longest and most intense hyper-fart either of them had ever experienced. Her heart pounded in her chest as she slowly pulled the buttplug out of Reisin's ass.
Chapter 1 - Intense Interrogation	Leia awoke on the bench in her lonely containment cell, a prisoner being held in the detention block of the Death Star, the Empire's latest weapon of destruction. The time spent in the sterile cell made it difficult to remember how long it had been since the Tantive IV. Nevertheless, she remained hopeful that the Rebel Alliance would send a team to free her from the imperial clutches. If she were to find a way back to Yavin, these past few days would be beneficial for the Alliance. She would be able to relay everything she had learned about the station and hopefully they would devise a plan to destroy it. Lost in her own thoughts, she did not hear the door to her cell open as an imperial officer flanked by two Stormtrooper guards entered. She had dealt with them multiple times over the past few days as they made their way through the detention block to perform their daily inspections. She turned her head to address them, “To what do I owe the pleasure this time?” The officer refused to humor her, her face stuck in a constant scowl. Leia observed the beauty of her face, her brown eyes and crimson lips contrasted against her jet black hair tied in a bun under her imperial cap. Although her stuffy imperial uniform did her no favors, Leia noted the officer's lithe figure hidden beneath. Her plump breasts and wide hips highlighted her body. Leia had to admit that the officer was a very attractive woman. The officer responded, “Prisoner B-1862, Leia Organa of Alderaan, I have news to report to you.” Leia’s eyebrow raised in response, the officer continued, “You continue to hold onto the information we require despite our many methods of torture. If you still continue to refuse informing us of the location of the secret rebel base, we will have no choice but to put you through our more extreme forms of torture .” Leia gave the officer a puzzled look. “What do you mean ‘more extreme’?” the princess asked. “For your sake I hope you don’t find out. Do note that you will be freed and returned home if you relinquish that information to us. Now do we have a deal?” the officer calmly stated. Leia’s heart sank, as much as she would love to return home, she could not tell them, she knew how important the Rebellion was in inspiring hope to the people of the galaxy. The Rebellion showed people that by standing together, they could indeed stand up to the might of the empire. “N-no! I refuse to give up on the Alliance. I would rather die than betray them! There must be some other way!” The officer, annoyed at the princess’s stubbornness, only rolled her eyes in response. But the officer began to laugh, which made Leia even more uncomfortable, “You foolish girl, you’re in no position to negotiate the terms. We’ll get that information even if we must use force. You’ll remain here and suffer until you inevitably break, you have my word!” The officer turned and addressed the guards with her, “As I promised, she’s all yours. Do with her as you see fit.” One of the guards nodded and with a huff the officer marched out the door, leaving Leia alone with the two guards. The two guards in front of her watched her closely, their expressionless helmeted eyes scanned every detail of her body. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but she had a bad feeling about it. As soon as the door closed, she got her answer as the guards immediately reached out and grabbed a hold of her body. One trooper grabbed her breasts, groping her perky tits with his large, strong hands. The other reached down to get a hold of her ample ass, his fingers massaging it through her thin, white gown. She desperately tried to push them away while she yelled, “How dare you put your hands on me! Unhand me at once!” Holding her arms back, the trooper that was tending to her ass, yanked her down onto her knees. Leia looked down at the floor and could feel her face heating up, her emotions a mixture of shame and anger. When she looked out, she was terrified of what she saw. The trooper before her was reaching at this crotch in an attempt to free his cock from beneath his armor. After he finally freed it Leia could only stare, he was above average (maybe about 8 or 9 inches, from what she could tell) and the hint of precum on the tip showed how aroused the sight of the princess had made him. As the princess of Alderaan, she was not permitted to have any romantic relationships. She remembered back to the time when she had kissed a boy in secret, but nothing came close to what she was experiencing now. Her face turned a deeper red at the feeling of shame, embarrassed that these two brutes would be her first sexual encounter. The trooper reached down and grabbed onto Leia’s hair, using her buns as makeshift handles. He guided her mouth to his tip, trying to force his way in, but she fought back to prevent it. Without words he forcefully pulled on her hair, as she gasped at the sharp pain he found the opening he needed to drive his cock into her mouth. He drove his cock as far down her throat as he could reach, Leia could only gag on his rod while tears began to well up in her eyes. He started to pull out of her, giving her a chance to catch her breath, before once again forcing himself as deep as possible. She thought she heard him groan as he continued to roughly fuck her mouth. The other guard kneeled down behind her and with one hand grabbed at her dress as he tore parts of it away, leaving her in the tattered outfit that did nothing to hide her soft, petite body. He reached around her and grabbed one of her tits while the other continued to fuck her mouth. He felt around her and placed her nipple between his fingers and began to play with it. She was surprised by the pleasure this caused and felt herself softly moan as she slobbered all over the cock in her mouth. She could tell he was starting to get restless as she could feel him rut against her while he played with her breast. With his other hand he gripped at the remaining fabric of her gown and ripped it apart, tossing it to the floor. Her white, lacy panties were the only piece of clothing that remained, the last barrier hiding her womanhood from these animals. He released her tits, trying to hastily remove the codpiece of his armor and free his cock. Leia knew what he planned to do, closing her eyes she hoped this was just a nightmare. Yes! A nightmare and she would wake up back in her personal quarters on the Tantive, but deep down she knew what was happening to her wasn’t a dream. The eager trooper pulled her panties to the side, unveiling her royal cunt and the small tuft of hair underneath. She quickly removed the cock from her mouth and turned to face the other guard, she begged “N-no, Please! Anything but that, I beg you!” She felt a quick slap on her cheek and for the first time since they arrived, one of the troopers spoke, “Hey! Who told you to stop, slut!” While one trooper gripped her hair to get her back on his cock, the other rubbed his cock up and down her wet slit. No longer able to bear it, he slammed into her with one quick thrust, sheathing himself in her as far as possible. Her warm walls constricted around him, the tightness of her pussy gave him an incredible new feeling of pleasure. More tears streamed down her face smearing her makeup and mixed with the spit that dripped from her mouth as she was brutally facefucked. She could no longer attempt to hide the shame of being defiled by these imperial monsters, she could only cry as they continued. Between some of his brutish grunts, her rapist spoke, “Fuck, this bitch is so tight! If this is how good a royal’s pussy feels, I don't think I can go back to those common cheap whores!” He thrusted harder and harder, as the warmth of her cunt invited him to reach deeper. His hands grabbed her ass to brace himself with each push, mindlessly fucking her as if he were a wild animal. She yelped and he groaned at the feeling of his full balls as they constantly slammed against her clit in rhythm with his wild thrusts. He enjoyed the feeling of using the stuck up princess as he relieved all those months of punt up sexual frustration. He desperately wanted to release deep inside of her, to claim her (a princess no less) for himself, but he also wanted to prolong this experience and slowed his pace to regain some of his stamina. The spitroasted Leia could feel the men beginning to slow down, allowing her a break from the brutal fucking. She could feel some of her spit dripping onto and building up on her tits. The pool of saliva on her chest rolled down her tits as a puddle started to form on the floor beneath her. She tried to pull off of the cock that violated her pussy, but the guard grabbed her arm and kept her closely connected to him. To punish her for her disobedience he gave her another hard thrust as he buried his dick deep within and gave her a hard smack on her ass, leaving a stinging pain and a red mark on her flesh. She could only groan as the two men once again increased the intensity of their thrusts. With one arm held behind her back, she grabbed onto the thigh of the kneeling guard in front of her as she braced herself with each pump. As they continued to rape her, she could feel their pace start to falter and could feel their cocks beginning to throb within her. The man in front of her was the first to cum, he tightened his grip on her hair buns, as his cum filled her mouth. She immediately hated the taste and hoped that he would remove himself quickly and allow her to spit it out. A few more hard, deep thrusts was all that was needed for the guard behind her to finish. With his last thrust, he forced himself all the way in, getting as close to her cervix as he could. He released his warm cum inside her and stayed there to prevent any from leaking out of her hole, he mustered a few weak thrusts to force more and more of his seed into her young and fertile womb. As they both pulled out, some of their cum oozed out of her used holes. She scurried to a corner of the room and began spitting and coughing to get the cum out of her mouth. She inserted a finger into her cunt and weakly tried to scrape out as much cum as she could, an effort to remove the invading sperm inside her. She was fearful of the potential pregnancy, the thought of being raped and knocked up by imperials made her want to hide in shame. The trooper’s readied themselves to return to their post, leaving the disheveled princess in the corner as she desperately tried to hide herself. Before exiting, one turned back to face her, all he said was “Turns out you rebel bitches are good for something after all. Glory to the Empire, Rebel scum!” As the door swooshed open, the two saw a line of other Stormtroopers forming outside of her cell and they knew she wasn’t done yet, in fact she was just getting started. Note: Chapter 1 has been reformatted and parts have been rewritten to better mesh with upcoming Chapter 2
Chapter 1 - Ashe's Night	The cold night around him made the young man’s skin prickle lightly under his coat, adjusting it from time to time even as he carried the bundle of books under his arm. It was well past curfew at Garreg Mach and Ashe had lost track of time in the library until it’s minder had quietly reminded him it was time to leave. He’d been caught up in a number of tomes his professor had recommended to him, tomes of gallantry and mystery, knights and heroes, all the sorts of things Ashe aspired to be and looked up to. There was nothing like the thrill of books like this in the world. Walking alone at night in the monastery should have been safe even if few patrols came through this particular area. There was a gazebo off to his side and a high wall beside him but Ashe thought nothing of it, too busy fussing with a book that was threatening to slip from the pile in his arms and off to the ground. He was trying to adjust his grip on it when footsteps rushed up towards him from the side and he whipped his head around to catch a fleeting glimpse of black clothes and dark hair before he was slammed into the wall… His books clattered to the ground and he opened his mouth to yell but the hand that clasped his throat was quicker, cutting his air off and silencing him save a loud, dry gasp into the night. Another hand pressed a blade into his back and Ashe snapped his mouth shut at the sensation of steel in his spine. The voice that came now was dry and low, deliberately disguised and with a dark lack of emotion behind it that made Robin’s skin rise again for entirely different reasons. “It will be over quickly if you do not resist. Scream and it will be the last thing you ever do.” Confusion ran through Ashe as he pondered those words, but then it turned into a cold sort of dread as the sword dipped away, the hand on his throat moving, and all at once his attacker’s focus changed. He felt those hands encircle his waist and grasp his belt to unclasp it in a deliberately slow, almost predatory way. The loop was tugged free of the metal prong and the leather drawn back in a way Ashe could feel it slither around his waist just off his skin… “Please, I don’t have anything for you to steal…” Ashe whispered, his voice catching as he closed his eyes. He somehow knew it didn’t matter, but it didn’t make it any easier to hear the reply the stranger made as his belt fell open and he felt his pants slacken slightly. Hands had already grasped the front of his trousers and were pulling them open, the hitch in Ashe’s breath growing. “That is not true. You have plenty I want to take.” and the voice was practically chuckling. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel the way the man leaned into him and Ashe quietly reached down to try and go for something, anything. A book or a stick or something to give him a way to escape. That was when Ashe’s hand was slammed into the stone wall by it’s wrist, a knee moving to his leg to pin him in place. His belt was yanked up and he felt it slide around one of his wrists, then the other, both pulled above his head and Ashe let out a grunt as he was pushed upwards on the wall until he felt the belt catch something. A protrusion of stone from the side of the wall, decorative but sturdy and supporting Ashe’s weight entirely… Newly helpless and at his attacker’s mercy, Ashe sucked in a breath as panic fluttered through his chest and he tested his legs slightly. He was only a few inches off the ground, but there were no footholds and no places to pull himself up on...Not that it mattered. The stranger had unbuckled his pants and in a smooth motion that had Ashe making another sound, his pants were yanked down to his ankles. The stranger pulled off him now and Ashe tried to turn his head, but the angle was too much. His stomach was pressed into the stone and he tested the bindings by twisting his wrists back and forth. No budge, and the stone did not move. There really was just no escape, and now he couldn’t even kick out if he wanted. His pants were restricting his ankles and bunched against his boots too heavily to get much momentum. Then a sound of something sliding against glass was heard, like a cork being removed from a bottle, and Ashe stiffened. A gooey, wet sound came from behind him and then a hand came around his waist. Ashe had been soft in the cool night air and with fear but the hand now grasped his cock and he squeezed his eyes closed as the sensation forced blood to it. He tried to twist out of it’s way, tried to pull back and swing away, but then another hand pressed into him from behind… Both were coated with something viscous and thick but also warm on his skin. The hand on his cock wrapped around the shaft and began to work it’s way from the head down to the base, three fingers grasping him as the thumb pressed into the head of it. The other hand was now working a finger into him from behind, pressing into his tight rear and past the puckered hole. Even with the lubrication it was still tight and the angle did not help either, eliciting a slight grunt from Ashe. The voice spoke up again, the movements of both hands not stopping. “Remember what I told you.” the voice warned and Ashe imagined it was much darker and more threatening of a remark than it perhaps sounded, but he nodded in reply all the same… The grip on his dick only grew more intent as he began to harden under the touches, his stomach filling with a cool warmth that mixed his fear and a twisted pleasure. Ashe kept his eyes closed and his lips tightly shut as the finger in his ass pushed forward, up to the knuckle, then pulled back...A second finger was pressed forth now and without any hesitation pressed forward into the young man all over again. The stretching was more intense now and aided only minimally by the substance that kept the fingers from catching or tearing him. “P-please, it’s too much…” Ashe tried not to beg, but he knew this wouldn’t end with just two fingers and he could already feel how full he was. How much the scraping of those knuckles on his hole was starting to wear on him, how the pleasure was warring with fear. The hand on his cock was now stroking it in swift motions as it had grown to full length, the tip nearly pressed into the wall. What had been languid jerks was now a fast, continuous hand job. Those fingers inside him began to curl and twist, the tips searching along him for something and now a third pressed in with the others still inside. Arching his back Ashe gasped, his hips twitching and legs bending back at the knees as if he was trying to catch some way of escaping. It was all reflexive, however; The thought of escape was falling out of his mind even as it occurred, too swept up in what was going on around him… Then the three fingers found what they were looking for. Something like a rough patch inside his ass that they pressed into all at once and Ashe choked on his own breath, the sensation ripping from his ass to his brain. Like liquid pleasure had just flooded him and he let out a dry wail as his cock pulsed in his attacker’s hand, seed splattering forth to coat the wall in a rather sizable sheen. Droplets beaded down his cock to his balls, dripping away to the ground while more streams began to slide down the wall in front of him. “Good.” The voice was rough as the hands were all at once removed, and Ashe’s mouth hung open in soft pants as the sensation of those fingers leaving him only added to the pleasure he was feeling. There was still a wave of intense sensation working through his nerves from toes to the roots of his hair, the freckles on his face lost in a wave of red flush that almost worked it’s way into his silver-gray hair mopped over his head. The sound of more unclasping echoed for Ashe and he whimpered as it made his stomach flip, his cock throbbing. Whatever fear or concerns were floating in his head had been lost to a naked lust overwhelming him almost completely. Then, even as the sounds continued behind him, Ashe gasped in shock. It felt like something hot and wet had wrapped around the tip of his rod and was slowly working it’s way down it, like a pair of lips closed over him and was beginning to slide to the base yet he knew there was nothing there. Not a person or an object to explain it, but the sensation only grew as it reached his root and then pulled back all at once. The feeling only grew as a hand seemed to grasp his balls from beneath, the feeling of a palm closing over them and swirling them together even as they were stroked. It was incredible, and Ashe couldn’t explain what was happening to him. His voice broke into a barely restrained moan and as soon as it did, a hand came down on one of the cheeks of his ass with a snapping sound that sent Ashe still and silent, his legs swinging back and forth. Whatever pain was there was mingling completely with his sensations below. “Be quiet.” Ashe whimpered an accepting sound before the sounds of movement behind him faded and the sensations below grew. The feeling on his cock was now constant, as if every inch was being licked and sucked all at once while he shuddered, limbs twisting and his eyes locked closed. That was before he even heard the sticky and wet sound of something again which he unconsciously spread his legs open for… The head of a thick cock, much thicker than Ashe’s own, pressed into him and before he could even think to speak it was shoved forward. It ground into his hole for several seconds, threatening to be too much for Ashe but he wasn’t concerned anymore. If his face could be seen it would be clear something had broken in the man, his mouth open and his tongue lolled out past his lips. He just wanted more, and to make it happen he pushed both feet against the wall and shoved himself backwards. There was a brief sensation of pain, followed by the feeling of being filled almost completely. “Ashe-” the voice started, concerned, but it caught itself and simply let out a rough growl before the attacker lunged forward and buried the rest of himself inside the passage. He was impressively big and by the time his hips met Ashe’s ass, the young man swore he could feel this dick rearranging his insides to fit it. The thought made his cock twitch and without any more fanfare than another wild, low groan he let loose another splattering of cum onto the wall, his aching cock twitching and red now… “Please, please more please Byleth more…” Ashe practically crooned. The game was over now, and Byleth’s hands grabbed his hips before he roughly twisted his body around, Ashe now facing his Professor with his eyes open and sparkling. Ashe tried to fumble through his memories, trying to remember the word, and finally he found it. “Crest! Just, fuck me! Please Byleth!” Byleth’s dark eyes narrowed as Ashe whimpered in front of him, the twisting removing his cock from the man’s ass and he could not longer take him without some adjustments. “As you wish, Ashe.” he said, his voice now it’s normal tone and a certain edge of lust risen in it as he reached down between his partner’s legs and yanked his pants completely off, tangling them in his boots which were forced off as well. Just as he did this, Byleth exhaled sharply and everything stopped around him. At his side, as the world froze, Byleth looked to Sothis. The small Goddess looked much like a young woman, save a mane of green hair splayed out her back and her visibly regal dress, though her floating at his side feet off the ground made her inhuman nature very obvious. She was smirking in amusement as she leaned on her arm, looking up to Byleth now. “This is not why I showed you how else you could use my abilities. Be grateful I even shared this with you.” she spoke. Byleth had grown used to his strange relationship with the being who resided within him, one who claimed to be a Goddess and only he could see. Their connection, whatever it was, allowed him to use her divine powers and he could control Time to some limited degrees. At first it had been simply reversing stretches without being able to influence the outcome, but Sothis’ had revealed there was more to this gift than just that. With focus, and with the right circumstances, Byleth had found he could stop time. It was not indefinite, and it seemed to be within a short sphere of influence, but it was possible and he had begun experimenting with it. His relationships with his students had begun to change afterwards, especially as he grew more comfortable with his physical attraction to some of them… Ashe had come to him, tormented and despondent over the loss of his adopted family, especially as he had played a part in killing the man who was like a father to him and Byleth hadn’t known what to say, except to comfort him. That comforting had turned into a tender embrace, and then a confused kiss by Ashe to his Professor. Things had spiraled from there, uncontrollably. Ashe was a virgin and one hungry for new sensations. He’d been the one to ask Byleth to take control, to push and pull Ashe at his whims, but Byleth wasn’t sure where this latest fantasy had come from, except perhaps from how he’d been quietly experimenting on Ashe. Every time they’d been together since the first time, Byleth had been using his new powers and seeing how far they went. From what he’d understood, each time he used his ability to freeze time and interacted with someone, the sensation of what he did would play out when time restarted afterwards. It had been simple at first, touches and caresses, but now Byleth had found it almost addictive to use in the ways he was now. “I am grateful. Thank you Sothis.” Byleth replied earnestly, stepping up between Ashe’s frozen legs and guiding the head of his cock to the man’s ass. Sothis said nothing else, just tittering lightly and leaning back in the air...She was quite a voyeuristic spirit, one that was beginning to revel in his actions almost as much as he did. Then he slammed himself forward, grabbing Ashe’s hip and using it to brace himself. Even in a frozen state Ashe’s body still moved in some ways, allowing him to force his length into the young man to the hilt and then yank back all at once. His other hand grabbed Ashe’s still hard cock, squeezing and stroking it with the remnants of cum and lubrication left from before. Each thrust was now punctuated with a series of strokes from tip to base, every time Byleth deliberately pressed his cock in such a way it scraped Ashe’s prostate and then drove into him further after. His own pleasure was secondary to the sensation of power and control that swelled in him during these moments, knowing Ashe was about to be overwhelmed when he finally let everything start again. Byleth continued like this for minutes, longer than he knew he should have. His cock was threatening to burst inside the man he was fucking and he waited until he was positive there was no more he could take, then pulled himself back all at once and took a shuddering breath as he stepped away. The cool night air helped, but not as much as the sensation of a hand squeezing down on the base of his shaft and he shot a look to Sothis. The Goddess was grinning a rather impure grin, winking at him before she released him and he could feel the urge to climax diffusing rather nicely...That was the first time she’d actually acted during these moments, and that she could touch him and he could touch her was an interesting revelation to him. It still was secondary to what was going to happen next. Byleth stepped into Ashe’s legs and he pressed the head of his cock back into his ass, then took a deep breath...As he releases the tension inside him, the world began to breathe once more and he drove forward into Ashe as the young man’s eyes moved again. Ashe lost his breath in an instant. It was incredible, the feel of the Professor’s cock in his ass, but the world spun as more movement seemed to scrape inside him. It was as if two masses were occupying the same space, at the same time, ramming into the same places and striking the same nerves at different moments in different angles. Byleth’s face in front of him was still somewhat reserved, his Professor rarely showed emotion, but Ashe saw the heated pleasure in his face… It was intense, it was overwhelming and Ahe couldn’t breathe for the entirety of it. For minutes the only reason he did not pass out was the sharp intakes of air he sometimes forced in, shrill whimpers and dry screams into the night air that barely sounded. Ashe’s cock throbbed and his legs thrust out, wrapping around Byleth’s waist and throwing himself into driving back at Byleth reflexively. His ass was on fire, the pleasure like lightning strikes to his brain every single time and he came, again, this time a series of streams escaping him that barely dribbled away, he was long since running out of cum and nothing was stopping, and he couldn’t understand what was going on except to know it felt good. So incredibly good. Then Byleth was plunged into him, and the sensations exploded before his eyes as he felt his Professor climax inside him. Hot seed boiled within him and filled him, swelling his stomach slightly. Ashe’s chest was all at once numb and he inhaled so hard it sounded as a distant scream, his eyes drifting and fluttering closed until finally Byleth pulled free of him...The dual sensations ceased, the pleasure now only caused by the aftershocks and his Professor’s seed flowing from his ass to form a puddle beneath him… Reaching up, Byleth used the short dagger he’d used in their play to cut the belt loose of Ashe’s wrists, catching the man to help him slowly sink to the ground and Ashe whimpered gratefully, his hands rising to grasp his hips and pull his Professor towards him. The cock that had just left Ashe now was throbbing and pulsing with seed leaking down the tip that Ashe leaned forward to wrap his lips around and suck him clean, his eyes glazed and glassy as he looked up to Byleth… Shuddering as his cock stiffened, Byleth knew that this night was far from over as Ashe greedily began to pull him down his throat, the head squeezing down the tight passage and Byleth put his hand to the young man’s head, shuddering. Sothis practically giggled inside Byleth’s head, admiringly whispering. “That’s quite a start to things...What do you have planned next?” and Byleth could only smirk as the sensation of his cock being swallowed worked through him. He’d figure it out later...For now, Ashe was more than happy to accommodate his growing needs.
Chapter 0 - Teen Damia's Diary - Amit	"Amit, even as stretched as I am, I don't think your cock is going to fit!" "Well, then we'll just have to make it fit, won't we!" he said taking his massive organ and bringing it to my pussy. Even as stretched and gapping as I was from all the other party guests, I knew there was no way that he could fit. I was thoroughly lubricated from what must have been several gallons of beast cum, but it was literally wider than my body! He began to push and I watched in amazement as it actually forced my legs wider. It entered the first few inches and it felt incredible. Knowing my most popular activity, our biology teacher, Professor Kindrickson, had given me some personal instruction on just how big the internal clitoris is and its shape. I could feel each and every one of the nerves at the entrance to my tiny little cunt tingle. He pulled back just a little, then pushed forward again. This time, not only were those nerves being stimulated, but he was also forcing my g-spot up out of the way, giving me twice as much stimulation as his long cock rubbed against it. I have to admit that I was enjoying it despite myself. He pulled out and then pushed at least eight more inches into me! That's when I could feel his incredibly huge albino white cock stimulate the well-stretched entrance, my g-spot, the nub of my little clit and just about my entire internal clit! It was so intense that I passed out! I woke to find Elsbeth lightly smacking my cheek "Damia! Damia! Wake up! You've got to see this!" I blinked my eyes open to find that someone had stuffed pillows under my head and upper back, giving me a front-row seat, so to speak. I watched as he shoved almost all of his entire 8-foot dick inside me. A small part of me was grateful that Jaeger, the werewolf from the senior class that’s been sniffing at my skirt from day one, had forced my cervix open with his pointy dick letting all of my 'friends' get inside! Elsbeth was holding my shoulders to keep me in place, otherwise, I'm sure that Amit would have forced me backward with that huge pole. Instead, it forced my diaphragm up against my lungs making it really hard to breathe. It must have been the lack of oxygen because I could barely think as astonishingly it just continued going and going! It pushed my stomach out like some kind of pregnant alien! He was thrusting in and out so hard and that incredibly intense feeling sent constant waves of dizziness through my brain. I'm sure that must have been what it was because at one point it looked like he'd pushed up under the skin and between my big tits. He was literally tit fucking me at the same time as he stretched my poor pussy almost as wide as it had ever been stretched...at least by a single cock! Those waves of dizziness all slammed into me all at once and I passed out again. Elsbeth was slapping me awake again. "Damia! You should hear the sounds that you make even when you're unconscious!" I tried to look around the room, but everyone was so fuzzy that I could barely make out anything. They were all chanting "Seven! Seven! Seven!" "Seven what," I managed to ask, but the words sounded garbled and distant to my own ears. "Damia, you've had six orgasms so far! Even when you were out your body was shaking and convulsing! "Even unconscious?" I asked. "That's not possib..." and then that gigantic dick pushed home again, forcing my legs apart and making a visible path from my no longer tight pussy as it pushed all of my organs aside. The last thing I remember was hoping that my tender hole would tighten back up for the next unwanted pussy invasion and then I passed out again. I awoke to everyone chanting something that might have been 'Fourteen! Fourteen!" but it might have been something else as I was so delirious that I couldn't even think straight anymore. My entire body was twitching and convulsing violently and I'm sure that the spell that turned the pain from this unbelievable stretching into pleasure was just about at its maximum capacity! I wasn't sure what I was seeing, hearing and feeling anymore, but I think at one point his trunk was wrapped around me, holding me up in the air while crushing my enormous tits together as his incredibly thick prick fucked up all the way from my poor pussy through them to tap me under the chin. He was using me like I was a tool for him to masturbate with! His cock thrust hard once more and it hit me in the chin so hard that it knocked me out! I don't remember anymore after that.
Chapter 1 - Shirana Tales - Sira's Snack	Xil frowned as her magick flared and faded. "Sorry, Tyr. You're going to have to remain a...uh, special...kind of girl when you're not transformed." Tyrana gave an exaggerated sigh. "You know, sometimes I really miss my pussy. I'd love to give that a try in human form," she said, nodding toward Sira's groin. "I guess for now I'll just keep being...special." She giggled. Tyrana, a druid, had attempted to use a transformation spell a bit too early in her training. She’d imagined herself a horse, running wild and free. Unfortunately, she hadn’t yet developed the necessary skills to perform such a feat. As a result, Tyrana now possessed a large horse's cock, complete with a big set of balls holding a horse-sized quantity of cum. One thing that Tyrana loved was blowing a huge load into a woman. The other thing she loved was corrupting paladins, in this case, Sira, a young paladin in training. "What is so special about Tyrana's horse-shaped cock?" asked Sira. She’d been extremely curious about Tyrana’s abundant endowment from the moment she saw it. The massive cock was reminded her of fucking her ‘sisters’, her fellow paladins back home. They were all huge dicked futanari, with high sex drives and quite willing to plow anyone that stood still long enough. However, they all had normal human shaded fuckpoles. Tyrana’s had the flare common to horses and Sira wanted to know more about it. Celia, Sira’s companion, and regular cocksleeve, chuckled, knowing what was coming next. Tyrana’s quickly shucked her leather outfit and Xil, Tyrana’s sitter who’d been doing quite a lot of research into curing her sibling, research that involved extracting as much cum as possible, primarily with her pussy, adopted a serious face. "Put your mouth on the end of it." Tyrana nodded excitedly and her accidental appendage rapidly stiffened to its full foot and half length. She stroked her long, fat cock. "Umm...okay," said Sira, as she knelt in front of Tyrana and reached up to take hold of her huge cock. "Now, keep still," Xil said. Celia walked around behind Sira and held her head. Xil started pushing Tyrana's butt and she got the message. Celia began pushing Sira's head forward in time with Tyrana's movements. "Glluurkk," Sira gaged slightly at first, but her Matriarch's Guard "initiation ritual" had all but eliminated her gag reflex. Getting throatfucked by eleven dickgirls, the smallest of which was 12" long and nearly 2.5" thick will do that. It was mostly the horse head flare that gave her trouble. Xil began massaging Tyrana's balls, her extensive research of nearly everything having shown her how best to encourage the largest load in the shortest time. Between the hot tightness of Sira's throat and Xil's deliberate manipulations, Tyrana neared orgasm in just a little more than a minute. She placed her hands over Celia's, groaned, and pushed deep, her massive load erupting forth halfway down the unsuspecting futanari's throat. Sira's stomach ballooned slightly, suddenly full of Tyrana's jizz. Her massive blast, unable to fully expand fast enough, flowed backwards as well, up the young paladin's throat, and a bit of thick, white cream dribbled from the corner of her mouth. "Interesting," said Xil, as her pen scribbled in her notebook. Tyrana sighed happily and dragged her cock out of Sira's throat. It made a popping sound as the flare passed her lips. "I see your point," said Sira, licking her lips. She took the young druid's horse dick in hand and licked the remaining cum from the head. "Interesting taste. Perhaps we can do this again sometime." Tyrana nodded excitedly. "Yes, I would like that very much." Celia laughed. "Firen," she sighed and rolled her eyes before kissing her companion on the lips to share a bit of the druid’s cum.
Chapter 1 - The Storm Calling	Thunderclouds hung low in the sky above Garreg Mach, the monastary’s grounds devoid of all but the most unbothered students and faculty hurrying towards their destinations. Housing a famed military academy on it’s grounds made Garreg Mach a populous and often thriving place with no shortage of foot traffic, yet tonight it was as barren.The evening had grown late and with the threat of a storm brewing classes had ended early for the day with each of the students hurrying to their respective Noble House’s common areas or their dormitories to finish their days, while the faculty were retiring for the evening to focus on other activities. A thunderclap echoed throughout the passageways as lightning scattered across the sky in the distance, but even as it passed another loud crash carried out across the stone walls, followed by another and then a louder third. There were no prying eyes or curious ears to trace the source of the sounds but had there been they would have been led through winding stone walkways and through the training yard gates, where immediately another clash broke the silence. Rain spattered the ground in bursts and footsteps were scraping and carrying back and forth across the stone fighting arena. Inside the ring created by the pillars that served as boundary, Catherine dove right back after a deflected blow. Her hands twisted her sword up into a sudden thrust as she used her waist to lunge into the blow with full force. Her wooden sword was caught by her opponents coming up in a heavy parry and then Byleth shot forward, scraping his sword down the underside of hers as he came in under her weapon and brought his down. Catherine swung herself back, yanking her sword down off of Byleth’s blade and the pair broke once again from the melee as the rain battered around them. Byleth was still swinging down, Catherine was still swaying back with her sword moving to her side, and both of their eyes met. Catherine couldn’t help but smile at Byleth’s focused, blank face and Byleth’s eyes darted from hers to her shoulders, then her knees, before he was once more moving. It had all started out of boredom and curiosity. Classes ending early, duties confined to the monastery grounds, no students around to monitor and Catherine had no pressing missions to undertake, so she had come to the training ground expecting to have time to practice alone; Instead, she had found Byleth and his father Jeralt occupying the space. At first she had not announced herself, content to watch what she thought would be a one-sided spar. To her surprise, the legendary Blade Breaker Jeralt was consistently on even footing, or being pushed back, by his eerily calm son. Catherine had always been interested in Byleth ever since he had joined the monastery as a Professor at the direct request of the Archbishop herself, Lady Rhae. Catherine had heard it was because Byleth had saved a group of students from an ambush by bandits but something about it felt off. She’d have understood a public thanks, a knighthood, even admittance to the Academy itself; Byleth was closer in age to his student than to his peers, nearly half the age of even the younger professors and almost ten year younger than Catherine herself. She had suspected it had to do with Jeralt, a former Captain of the Monasteries Knights of Seiros, but that hadn’t made sense either. He’d been missing for nearly two decades by her counts, so what pull could he have had with the Archbishop? Maybe she’d been a little too curious for her own good, but there was no harm in paying attention to Byleth, was there? As she watched the pair sparring however she had to admit she was impressed. Jeralt was a famous mercenary and a dangerous man, if rumor held true. Over six feet tall, grizzled and rough with a heavily muscled physique, yet none of it mattered to Byleth who was himself just shy of six feet tall despite his youth. Dark blue hair feathered across his head, coming down below his cheeks and onto his neck but parted from his dark eyes. He stood out as handsome with a heart shaped face and flawless features, a thin nose and pale lips, but all of it was oddly balanced by how little he smiled or showed any emotion at all. She’d seen Byleth conduct an entire class without so much as cracking a smile, and on the battlefield she’d watched him pull his blade from a heart without so much as a flinch as blood splattered his face. The Academy students were already well engrossed in rumors about the man and the Knights had no shortage of gossip about him as well. As Catherine had watched, Byleth’s training sword had come down to smash Jeralt’s wooden lance to the ground and then in a move that she wished she’d thought of he pinned the head of the weapon to the stone with his foot and stepped over the lance where he’d put the sword to Jeralt’s neck. With a low chuckle, Jeralt had released his lance and nodded to Byleth. “That’s enough. You’re already getting past anything I can teach you, it might be time for you to start picking new partners. That is, if Thunder Catherine wants to do more than stare?” Jeralt had turned to Catherine now and she smirked at the man’s acute senses, coming off the pillar she’d been leaning on as Byleth turned to regard her. Even now there wasn’t an ounce of exhaustion or fatigue, not pride or even happiness on his face. A slight flicker of his eyes to hers and then back to Jeralt as he nodded to his father. “Perhaps a change would do well. Thank you for taking the time, father.” Catherine had quietly picked up one of the heavier training swords off a rack as she stepped into the ring, Jeralt stepping past her with his wooden lance pulled over his shoulder. “Have a good night, you two.” he called, smiling an almost hidden smile that Catherine barely picked up on as he disappeared out of the arena doors. Byleth had waited for Catherine to step into place before bowing his head at her, but Catherine just smirked. “I’d like to see what it takes to make you flinch, Professor.” she said, and right there she had come at him. Heavy, quick steps as she whipped the sword up in an arc and she hadn’t been disappointed, he’d responded by pulling his sword up over his chest to catch hers and then swung hers off to the side before coming after her. Immediately she felt a thrill surge through her and she’d grinned as the fight commenced. That had been thirty minutes ago. Thirty minutes of some of the most intense sparring Catherine had ever had. She had almost thought Jeralt was going easy on his son when she’d been watching but no, Byleth was just good. Damn good, actually. She had mastered the art of reading expressions and body language to anticipate her opponent’s moves but Byleth rendered that useless, his eyes never betraying his sword and his body was still until it wasn’t, each swing carried out precisely and without intent until he swung. Byleth was on her now and she felt herself on the backfoot as she brought her sword up, watching the professor’s movements as he strode in close. Her sword once more flashed forward in a slash that he didn’t even parry, simply stopping short and letting it pass in front of him before he moved once more. His sword was coming up and she dug her heels into the ground to throw her weight into the opposite direction, aiming to come at him when he thought her swing was still in motion. Suddenly she felt something connect with her arms and she looked down, eyes widening as she realized his left hand was now grabbing her wrist and pushing her arms back. Her balance went wild as her body tried to move two directions at once and she stumbled back, just in time for Byleth to swing his leg out and catch her ankle. She was toppling back and Byleth was coming down at her, her back hitting the rain soaked ground as his training sword came down. He really was good! It was just a shame she was good too. Catherine threw one of her arms back to catch herself, then twisted her hips as she kicked up with her left leg and Byleth’s eyes flashed to the side, just in time for him to bring his lower arm up in front of her leg and shove his weight into her, stopping his approach to her. Catherine still hit him hard enough to send him stumbling back which bought her more than enough time to scramble onto her feet, bringing her sword up in both hands and then bending her knees with the weapon now at her shoulder level, pointed directly at Byleth. She couldn’t help her grin as the blood pounded through her veins, her heart roaring from equal parts excitement and the exertion of the fight. It really had been a long time since she’d gotten this much challenge out of any single human opponent, none of the other Knights could hold their own against her this long. If it had to be anyone, then it might as well be the one she was so focused on lately… Irritatingly Byleth’s face was still a blank as he rose back to his feet and quietly lifted his sword so it crossed over his waist, though now he held his right hand empty at his side and she raised an eyebrow. If he expected to be able to handle her swings with one hand on his sword than he was sincerely mistaken, but she was more than happy to prove that to him. She was the one who made the next move, edging herself across the ground and mentally preparing herself; As soon as she was two sword lengths from him, Catherine rushed forward and pulled her sword up high, aiming to come down at him as she used her bent knees to push herself into a leaping blow. Byleth followed her movements with his eyes and then, to her surprise, he calmly moved into her while raising his sword up above his head, twisting himself to his side as their blades met so that she essentially pushed his sword down to the ground and pinned it under hers, and he was now at her side. It was a good parry, but it left him open and trapped his weapon. He hadn’t done anything so predictable or short-sighted the entire night which made Catherine confused, for a moment, before she saw a blur coming at her face and she sucked in a breath as his fist hit her face. Oh, that was why. It wasn’t quite a knockout blow but Byleth clearly wasn’t pulling it either and Catherine barely kept her grip on her sword as she went backwards and fell on her ass. The instant her sword left his, Byleth swung upwards and that knocked her weapon up, with her having no way to bring it down in time to stop him from what happened next. Almost casually Byleth whipped his sword forward, the wooden edge coming to Catherine’s neck as she hit the ground with a soft grunt of pain and he held it there. No contact, but it was clear the spar was over. For a moment Catherine was just stunned silent, but then all at once she felt a surge of something through her. He’d beaten her. Which wasn’t entirely unprecedented, but it was the first time she’d lost to someone so young. Hell, half of the Knights her age could hardly hold a sword up during their spars and this kid… Exhaling a little Catherine let her arms drop to her sides, the training sword clattering to the ground while she looked up at him. “You got me. Nice hit there at the end, can’t say I expected it.” she said, unable to suppress the little smile she had and readily hearing it in her own voice. Byleth, meanwhile, pulled his sword from her neck and leaned down to collect her sword as well which he now held together in one hand. “You would have won had I not been a mercenary. A knight would have been knocked aside by your kick and you would have scored.” he replied, his tone cool and collected without even a hint of fatigue or wear to him. She suspected he might have broken at least a single sweat, but the rain clinging to his face and wetting his hair made it impossible to tell. She, meanwhile, was now suddenly sweltering in her clothes and she wasn’t entirely sure it was all from the exertion of combat and the mugginess of the rain. As irritating as his complete inability to be fazed was, she had to silently admit a man who could beat her and still look good? That was a definitely attractive in it’s own way. “Most knights complain when I use my fists or my legs, you’re right, but we’re not training to have noble duels for honor. We’re training to fight and kill on a battlefield, and you have to be ready to fight dirty.” she said as Byleth reached out to offer his hand and she took it to pull herself up. Byleth didn’t even sway as she put her full weight on him and when she stood up she was essentially staring into his eyes, their hands still linked. Byleth was rain soaked and handsome, and she could pretend for a moment that steely focus in his eyes was something more than combat instincts and intent. Yeah, she had been spending way too much time thinking about this guy lately, it was starting to affect her…Then Byleth spoke. “Honor is no use if you’re dead. I win my battles however I must.” “I couldn’t agree more. Think it’s time to call it a night, though. Otherwise I might ask for a rematch.” and she looked up. Without a roof, the arena was being rapidly pelted and battered by heavy raindrops and the lightning was flashing awfully heavy above them. Byleth followed her eyes and then looked back down to her, nodding as he released her hand abruptly. Speaking as he moved, Byleth stepped back from her. “A good idea. I enjoyed our duel, and I will take a rematch any time you wish.” and with that he offered her a bow of his head, though she did catch his eyes watching her neck for a moment as she looked back down to him. Then he was looking away, completely unphased by it all, and walking away from her… Catherine couldn’t help but grin at the entire exchange. One of the best fights of her life and he still couldn’t even give her a smile. This Professor sure was a strange one...But for now, she needed a bath and maybe an early night, her cheek was still stinging from that punch. It was some time later, in Catherine’s quarters, when she finally exited her private bathroom that she found herself thinking of Byleth again. There was just something...mysterious about him, but not in the same fake way others might try to pass themselves off. It was like he was a blank slate half the time, but then as soon as he picked up a sword he was a beast and she couldn’t help but be interested in that. Just how long had this man been fighting? His entire life? Jeralt couldn’t have exactly raised him in a stable environment, so maybe that explained his nature, but… Of course, the realization that she was still thinking about him provoked her to huff out a hot breath and then she turned to look at the window in her room where she could barely make out her reflection, her hair all over the place and a soft bruise forming on her cheek. “Get ahold of yourself, woman. It was just a punch. Wasn’t like he proposed.” she muttered. Maybe she had a thing for men who didn’t treat her like some puffed up noblewoman, either, especially given how far she had distanced herself from those notions. Byleth saw her as just another knight and had probably thrown the same punch he’d have thrown if she was a man, which helped his case in her eyes. Anyone who treated her like she wasn’t made of glass was definitely worth another spar sometime. The thunder outside crashed through her thoughts and she was momentarily fascinated by the display of multiple lightning bolts streaking down from the sky in the distance, each one punctuated by a sound that seemed to rattle her bones and she decided perhaps it would be a night to turn in early in case this rainfall lasted until morning. Yet even as she moved to pull the towel from her chest, a knock came onto her chamber door. Her face scrunched up in confusion and perhaps a bit of irritation, wondering what idiot would disturb her right now. It was the middle of the night and she wasn’t supposed to be on duty, unless it was some kind of emergency...Maybe that was it? Something had happened? “Yeah, one second.” She quickly threw the towel off onto her bed and for the sake of expediency snatched up the nearest things she had to wear. The shirt was white and loose fitting with lacing at the shoulders and sides meant to be used to tighten it under armor and she forwent any undergarments, pulling on a pair of breeches. Those were quite tight fitting and the front was supposed to be tied closed, otherwise it exposed a fair bit of her waist and nearly her crotch, but she offhandedly knocked the hem of her shirt down over it to conceal it. When she came to the door and opened it she immediately regretted her decision to not dress more appropriately. Byleth was standing in her doorway, his eyes on her with the same intensity he’d shown earlier by far. The man had discarded his armor and jacket, instead wearing what looked to be some sort of long sleeved black tunic that opened at the front and was half tied closed while he wore something like riding trousers and boots, both a dark brown in color. There was nothing in how he stood, arms at his side, to explain why he was here but she did find herself staring at the bottle in his hand. He’d come to her private quarters in the middle of the night with a bottle of liquor, and he was dressed pretty casually for him. It didn’t help that his tunic was tight even before it had been soaked with rain from him walking across the monastery to see her so now it clung to his chest and hips even more. She could admit to herself that she liked what she saw underneath, right? It wasn’t shocking that he would be toned, but she could clearly see how fiercely muscled he was underneath. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on his frame, and she could make out ridges and details of each muscle up until his chest where the tunic was open and there was quite a view there too. Defined valleys formed and water was caught between them, stuck to his skin. Some of it dripped down slowly from where it had fallen on his neck or shoulders and she found herself rather captivated by it, leaving her rather speechless for a moment until she remembered that she was halfway indecent. “...Er, what’s the matter? Did you need something Professor?” Catherine spoke, shaking herself out of her staring by reminding herself Byleth was here for something. He wasn’t the sort of man to just show up in the middle of the night like this, not in her experience anyway… Instead of answering, Byleth lifted the glass and tilted it at her a moment, meeting her eyes once more after she’d looked away. “I wanted to talk to you about earlier. I thought I’d bring something for us to share as we talked.” he explained and instantly all the heat fell out of her cheeks. Of course Byleth wasn’t here for anything untoward. He’d shown almost no private interest in any of his students or the other faculty, despite Cathering knowing of at least one or two attempts to woo the Professor by others. He probably really was just here to talk about their spar, maybe compare notes or something. Exhaling a little as she let herself relax, Catherine stepped away and motioned him inside. He stepped in past her and as Catherine closed the door behind him she started to turn. “If you’re here to apologize for that punch, I’m gonna need another of those bottles while I tell you to sh-” She had turned around, ready to shut down any foolish notions of chivalry he might be harboring and instead she had turned into him. He was only a little shorter than her and she met his eyes, her own widening as his own blazed with something she hadn’t noticed and then Byleth. The same Byleth that had knocked her on her ass earlier, the same Byleth she hadn’t seen express more than a polite smile in the two months he’d been a Professor. That same Byleth lunged into her and his bottle dropped to the ground, clattering on the stone as he pushed her into her now closed door. His lips came onto hers in a kiss that she frankly was too stunned to process at first. His lips were wet with rain as they met hers and she swore that rainwater much have held a spark from the lightning in it for how her chest tightened and her stomach flipped. She hadn’t expected it from him, but he was a goddamn good kisser too. His lips curled over and between her in deep kisses that trapped her lips against his, then released them to slide into a new position with an almost intentional scrape that made the hairs on her neck stand at attention. For the first few moments she couldn’t even contemplate what was happening, but as soon as she did she leaned into him and put her hands to his chest, fingers digging in. Her kiss felt like it was a flailing response to his in comparison to the passionate way his lips captivated her, but she did what she could. Catherine hadn’t made a habit of kissing many people like this, but she’d had a few encounters with men and women in her life that had led to this and more, but Byleth had stricken her particularly senseless with his bold little move, and while she thought he was lost in the kiss, no. Instead his hands came up to collect hers off his chest and he pushed them up and over her head, pinning their now joined hands against the same door he was holding her against… The kiss broke and Byleth didn’t waste time with words as he used his cheek to nudge her head to the side, his lips diving into her neck and she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding as he began sucking at her skin, his teeth coming forth to mix bites into the mix that had sparks rushing down her spine and to her core, her legs clenching together. “Shit! Byleth, what the hell…” she muttered, just in time for him to lift his head to her ear. It was like he knew exactly where to go to make her shut up because as soon as his teeth caught her earlobe, she was done speaking. Tracing the outside of her ear with one side of his teeth, Byleth’s breath came out in barely audible whispers that somehow made her more frustratingly aroused. He was making her chest heave and her sex ache, already spreading warmth and arousal to her thighs, and he wasn’t even losing breath to do it? Something in it sparked her to action and she pulled her hands against his enough to break them free, their fingers untangling. Catherine immediately reached down and dug her fingers into Byleth’s back from behind with one hand, the other moving down to grab at his waist and pull her firmly into her. She wasn’t necessarily surprised to feel a hard, thick lump against her thigh as she did but it did bring a wicked grin onto her lips as she deliberately ground her thigh into him. Byleth continued to a goddamn frustrating man however and he pulled both of his hands up under her shirt in one fluid motion. His nails caught her toned stomach as they drug up over her skin, the fingertips curved slightly to more scratch her than feel her and she shivered uncontrollably from the act. Then his fingers had washed over her breasts. She had a certain feminine pride in how full her chest was, though she often bound it under her armor, and still Byleth found a way to squeeze his fingers into her with his palms scraping both nipples in one smooth motion that sent her head falling back and her arching into him. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, she was underestimating him...He knew his way around a woman’s body, or maybe it was just hers? Did he somehow have a way of knowing exactly what she liked? When his fingers curled into her breasts, the nails scratching what she knew would be red pathways towards her nipples and then pinched them between both forefinger and thumb, she probably would have had some thoughts about how much she liked that, but just as he’d done that he’d pushed his knee up between her legs with enough force to push past her and into the door. The scrape of his rough pants over the practically skin tight breeches she wore meant she felt every harsh motion in her pussy and he’d angled it so that her clit was now grinding into him as well. “Seeeiros that’s good! Yeah! Just like that!” she groaned out, throwing herself back into the door as the lips on her ear and neck departed, Byleth now pulling back and looking up at her. Then she saw it. There was just the faintest flicker of it when she looked towards him, the barest hint of a smirk at the corner of his mouth before it faded and she chuckled roughly. “You cocky little…” Then Byleth pulled his hands from her chest, instead now yanking at her shirt to pull it up over her head. Her wet hair was tossed around wildly and when she could see again Byleth had already pushed his head down to catch one of her nipples between his teeth. Something in Catherine snapped instantly, his lips closing over her to suckle at it even as he bit her. It was a delicious feeling, the edge of pleasure and pain made only more breathtaking when his tongue flicked out against the tip of her nub. Between that and Byleth’s knee still grinding into her, Catherine couldn’t even catch her breath long enough to speak or squeal, nevermind make any meaningful retort...No, Byleth was in control now and she didn’t give half a care, as long as he kept finding all the ways to drive her wild. There was a sudden sliding sound and Catherine fought against her pleasure long enough to turn her head and look past Byleth’s head to his hands. One had caught the waist of her breeches and was pulling it, she dimly noticed, while the other hand was pushing down the front of them...And then his knee moved out from under her, in the same motion as he pulled her breeches down. Halfway down her thighs and already soaked, Byleth rather crudely lifted his leg and used his knee to push them down even further in a gesture she fond rather hot. His hands had moved to more important tasks already. Two calloused fingers dug into her folds as the other held her thighs apart, Byleth’s touch pushing directly at Catherine’s clit even as he plunged himself inside her and he was still relentless on her chest all at the same time. It was every nerve in her body on fire, crashing waves of intense pleasure she was simply not used to feeling hitting her all at once and she buckled into him with her hands just digging into him. One had grabbed his right bicep, the other was still on his back and she felt her nails push through his shirt and dig into his flesh directly. He never even flinched, the son of a bitch. Her release came suddenly and all at once she went from barely holding on to falling without even realizing it. The feeling, the rush of fire through her pussy almost confused her until she was gasping into Byleth and throwing her head into his, his hair and scalp failing to muffle a long moan that drew out as her body rocked into his, her flesh tingling from the orgasm. That he had so evidently effortlessly done this to her was both infuriating and immensely appealing, her mind and body at complete odds with each other even as she rode the orgasm he was refusing to let die. Every time she felt the edge in sight, his tongue would lick across her now throbbing nipple. His finger would dig into her clit. His fingertips would push into her and stroke his nails just barely into the walls of her sex. Every time he’d take what was already rushing through her and whip it up into another crushing wave. The first had her reeling, the second had her shaking and grinding into him, the third had tears rushing down her face as her senses were overwhelmed and the fourth had her legs buckling completely under her, her back sliding down the door and when he finally released her, his lips popping off her nipple and his hand yanking back in such a way to deliberately drag his nails over her clit, the fifth send her directly to the floor with a startled squeal. Catherine lowered her head as she crumpled onto her door, panting and moaning in agonizing pleasure as the repeated orgasms rattled through her, the aftershocks overlapping onto her to the point just the feel of her pussy against the floor was making her fingers twitch, her toes curling back. She wasn’t used to anyone, man or woman, being able to just sweep her aside like this and the way he attacked her made her feel like he knew every inch of her body better than anyone else. Maybe better than her. Lifting her head now, Catherine weakly opened her mouth, struggling to string together two thoughts long enough to find her words, but Byleth interrupted her as he knelt down and pinned her head to the door with another of those brazen kisses that had her lips aching. This time she returned it, lifting her hands up to his head and pushing her fingers into that wet mane of his while she leaned forward. Fuck it. If he wanted to keep this up, she’d talk about it all later. Meanwhile, Byleth himself couldn’t suppress another faint grin as the voice of Sothis seemed to float through his mind like a light breeze. Almost a giggle, almost a reprimanding tsk, he could see the green-haired Goddess lingering in his mind for a moment. “I have to say this is the most fun use of my powers you’ve thought of yet~...” It wasn’t some prenatural skill that had let him know exactly where Catherine’s every weakness was, at least in this arena. It was his powers. Sothis granted him a rather spectacular ability to manipulate time backwards in minutes or seconds, and even further when she was particularly motivated to assist him. He had repeated this moment countless times now, each time changing his approach or his movements to what Catherine enjoyed last time. He had not acted without her consent, he doubted Sothis would be a party to something like that even if he was willing, but ever since Catherine had returned his first bold and clumsy kiss, he’d been intent to match the woman in yet another type of duel. When they had fought with swords he had not abused his powers so, but in the bedroom with her? Yeah. To see her crumbling like sand in front of him was worth convincing Sothis to help him, not that his rather voyeuristic phantom needed much convincing to help. She enjoyed watching him experiment and tease Catherine every time she’d opened this door until now, and inside his mind he spoke to her. “Just enjoy your show, Goddess. I don’t need anymore practice.” Sothis seemed to grin inside his mind’s eye and then she was gone, replaced by Catherine grinning up at him as he broke their kiss and they stared into each other’s eyes for a heady few moments, before finally she spoke. “You going to just stare at me, Professor, or are you going to keep me interested?” and Byleth found himself burning even hotter in response, the heat pooled in his stomach not showing on his face but he certainly wasn’t about to back down, that much was for sure. Standing up in front of her, Byleth’s hands came up under his own tunic and he pulled it up over his head in a way that seemed almost as much her as it was to remove the piece of clothing. Catherine couldn’t help herself, she was taken aback. Her earlier view of Byleth’s body was not mistaken, but it was hard to believe just how chiseled he was. Beneath that blank expression and messy hair was a body carved from stone and when she reached up to run her hands over his skin it was taut over muscles that pushed back against her fingers when they dug in. He’d already proved he knew his way around her body, now it was her turn to learn her way around his… And as he was pulling his shirt off, Catherine grabbed his pants and practically ripped them down his legs. They were loose fitting enough she hadn’t noticed just how hard he was except in brief touches, but where his face was a blank his cock spoke volumes. It sprang up from his pants and smacked into her cheek, hot as flames on her skin and she looked up to Byleth with a knowing smirk. “Looks like at least this part of you knows how to express itself.” she murmured, turning her head to run her lips along his shaft. Byleth moved without warning again, he always did it seemed, and she was caught up in his hands before she was hauled up and almost thrown to her bed, landing on it on her stomach with her legs dangling off the simple single bed she had. Grunting as she pushed her palms into the mattress, she turned her head to say something about how rough he was treating her... Just in time for Byleth to kneel behind her, his eyes displaying a split second of mischief as he grabbed her ass and pulled it open. His face descended on her now exposed folds and Catherine sucked her lips between her teeth, fingers unconsciously digging into the sheets. The first time his tongue curled over her clit, Catherine’s squeal echoed off the walls. Thunder would not be the only thing waking Gerreg Mach this night.