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Sunday, January 31, 2016

Right Up There (and story)

When you see it...

He nervously awaits her arrival.   It's been nearly a week since he somewhat drunkenly confessed to his best friend that he'd been... dabbling in crossdressing, after she told him that a mutual acquaintance of theirs had gotten back into touch with her, and that she was a makeup artist who specializes in crossdressers... and that she, herself, had a penis.  He hadn't meant to blurt out that he was, himself, a crossdresser, but after he sobered up he realized that, likely, she hadn't been telling him that idly.  The way she talked her up after he expressed interest... oh, she's gorgeous, and oh, she's so sweet, and oh, she'll be able to make you so pretty... she's older and mature, but playful, and she loves dressing up blondes...  made him think that he'd signed up for more of a blind date than a makeover date... but he wasn't about to pass up the opportunity, regardless.  His friend, Taylor, told him to make himself and his one-room look presentable next Saturday at noon, and he agreed - unlikely as it was that he'd have agreed sober, he didn't regret agreeing, either.  What he did regret was not asking her what "presentable" meant - en femme, or en homme?  So he'd somewhat split the difference, wearing his hair down, a neutral-gendered button down with only slightly frilly sleeves, a pair of slacks, kitten heels, and just a hint of make-up (which only took him half an hour to put on), including some eye  liner and the idea of mascara more than the physical stuff.  Having finally moved out on his own, he no longer needed to steal his mom or his sister's skirts - he could buy his own... but he'd only bought a handful.

Once dressed, he had sat on one of the two chairs he kept for entertaining guests... and waited.

It's almost two o' clock now, and no sign of her.  He starts to fidget in his seat - the longer he wears his weak-game make-up, the worse it will look.  And, of course, he worries that she won't show at all, after all.

There's a knock on the door, and he jumps out of his seat, but then frezes in place.  It had been quiet enough that he might have missed it, but his nerves are so attuned to his surroundings that any disturbance at all would have been like a wrecking ball taking out his wall.

He looks through the peephole - and is surprised to see a very normal looking girl waiting.  Her make-up was barely noticable - but then, perhaps that's the point.  She is rather busty, and her hair does look like it took a lot of effort to make it look that effortless, but he had been expecting her to be more ostentatious, for some reason.

He opens the door, and then sheepishly says "come in," then steps aside to let her pass.  As she does, he catches her fragrance... engine grease.  She's rolling a suitcase behind her - does she really have that much make-up?

"Sorry 'bout the wait; car broke down," she says, and she certainly does have a full, matronly voice with a pronounced twang.  He had also been expecting her to be more... urban.

"Oh, no, hey, that's fine.  Did you have to have it towed, or...?"

"Just fixed it myself.  I'm good with my hands, as you can imagine," she says, and he looks at her quixotically, until she pantomimes putting on blush, and nods in delayed understanding.

"That's good to hear.   Do you want to sit down...?" he asks, gesturing to the chair and the small wooden fold-out table between them.  She contemplates it for a moment, then looks back to him.

"Taylor told me about you.  She said you're looking for some help."

"Y-yeah.  She said we should hoo-- meet up.  I think we've met before."

"I think I'd remember if I met a cute boy like you," she says, and he suddenly doesn't know what to do with his hands.  "I'm Charlene.  And I know who you are... but... what should I call you?"


"Pretty name for a pretty girl.  So, Cydney, what do you need from me?" she asks, staring right through "Cydney", who can barely stand the attention.

"I... I want to crossdress."

"Well, that's interesting... I'd like to see that," she says, and he swallows with an audible gulp.

"I-I've been doing it for a while... and... I don't really know how to do it...  and I just thought... you'd be a good person to ask."

"Why, because I know how to tuck?  Or because I know what dress looks best with a big ol' cock?" she says, then giggles.

He winces.  "I... I didn't mean anything by it."

"I'm just messin' with ya.  Just curious what kind of thoughts are rollin' around in that pretty little blonde head of yours."

Cydney is stunned.  He wasn't expecting that.

"Am I... pretty?"

She smirks.  "Well, you're certainly a cutey, with those big blue eyes and that strawberry hair.  And, mmm... I wouldn't say you're not pretty, but... there's a whole world of pretty, and you just stepped out the wardrobe.  Speaking of wardrobes, that's where we'll start."

"So you'll help me?"

Sure, I can help pretty you up... but it's going to cost you.

"That's fine, how much are we talkin'?"

"I wasn't thinkin' of being paid in dollars, honey.  How are you with a cock?"

He can't look at her in the eye, and it's obvious that she wants him to.  He looks all around the room, feeling a little damp.

"I... wouldn't know."

"Mmmm... that's interesting.  Never handled your own?"

"Well, I have but... I've only been with..." he says, trying to find the words.

She raises an eyebrow.  "Have you now?"


"How many?"

"Tw... three."

"Two or three?  Or did one not count?"

"I mean... I say 'been with', but..."

Her face lights up, and her mouth opens wide, before narrowing into a set of plump, beglossed pursed lips.  "You're a virgin, ain'tcha."


"Ain't no shame in that," she says.  "But there is shame in lyin' to a lady.  By two or three, you meant a big fat nothin', didn't you?"

"Yeah... I'm sorry.  I wasn't trying to lie..."

"I'm just teasin'.  So.   Should we negotiate?   Or do you just want me to pretty you up, and we'll settle the details later?" she asks, and he nods, late enough that she knows he wants to get to it.

"First, we'll do your hair and your face.  Then... we'll do the rest of you," she says, and he feels a little twinge in the pit of his stomach.   His living space doesn't have much, but it does have a big mirror, and she directs him to move his chair in front of it.  While he does that, she opens up her bag to reveal not only make-up products, but clothing of various types - all women's, though.  "Alright - first we'll clip your hair out of your face.  Any preferences?  Do you want to look like a movie star?  Like a home-grown gal?  Spunky and punky?" she says, pulling his hair out of the way.

"I guess... whatever you want is fine."

"Whatever I want, huh?  Well, that makes it easy," she says while clipping his hair, then she starts to remove the make-up he had already put on.  "Go easy with the contouring... you've already got a strongly defined face... and you don't need this much blush... well, not now at least," she teases, and he has to look back up from her cleavage to her face just in time to see her stick out her tongue.  Once she's done with the make-up removal, she goes to work, occasionally telling him to turn his head, or flutter his eyelashes, and, eventually, she unclips his hair, and pulls two pink ribbons from her bag.  "Take off your blouse," she says, and he hesitantly obeys, unbuttoning each button before worming out of it and handing it to her, but she just discards it on the floor.  She pulls a magenta shirt on over his head... and it leaves his entire midriff exposed.  Then ties up his hair in shoulder length, unbraided pigtails, finishing each off with a bow.

He looks at himself in the mirror both over and underwhelmed - whelmed in two directions.  On the one hand, he didn't look that different from his usual self.  On the other hand, he looked totally different from his usual self.  He could easily pass for a girl... someone who knew him expecting to see him would be able to tell that it was him right away, but someone who didn't...  he felt himself getting a little... excited, and squirmed in his seat.

"Here, stand up.  Tell me what you think," she says, and he does, although he has difficulty doing so without exposing his arousal.  "Oh, it looks pretty good... but those pants have got to git."

"Should I... take them off?" he asks, looking back at her for confirmation.  She bites her nail.

"Do whatever you want, honey.  But I think you should."

He nods, and unzips them in the back, feeling more than a little self-conscious.  He draws them down over his hips and ass, then down to the floor, and then kicks them off his feet - and she whistles, seeing him standing there in a pair of panties, kitten heels, and a belly-baring barbie-pink sleeveless top.

"Wow.  Talk about lucky.  If you want to pass, you just have to face away from someone and bend over to pick something up," she says, looking him up and down.  While that teasing makes him red in the ears, he's glad that she is facing his backside, because otherwise there'd be no hiding it.  "Hey... what are you smuggling in those panties?" she asks, and just then, he remembers the mirror.

"Um... sorry."

"No need to be sorry.  But those panties have got to go.  They don't match," she says, and he hooks his fingers to pull them down, and takes a deep breath.

"Do you have new ones?"

"Yeah, I've got plenty," she says, and he nods... and looks down at himself as he drops his panties to the floor.  He hears her heels clicking on the floor behind him, and then her finger runs down the small of his back, giving him chills.

"Shouldn't I put on some... pants, or something?" he asks, looking over his shoulder at her face.

"You don't need pants to look pretty.  For instance, I'm not wearing any."

"You're... naked?"

"No, I just took off my pants.  Can't you tell?"

He can.  Something is poking between his thighs.

"Hey... wanna have sex?" she says, bluntly.  "Or do you crossdress just for fun?"

"Charlene, I'm... I..." he says, squirming, as she runs her finger up and down his back, up to the nape of his neck, down to his tailbone.

"You're looking for love?   Is that what you want to say?  Cydney?"

He couldn't even convincingly lie at this point - she can see in the mirror how excited she's making him.

"H-how... do you want to..." he asks, sheepishly, knowing the answer deep down, and knowing that the answer is "deep down".

"Well, if we're both facing the mirror like this... our options are kinda limited," she says, bringing herself closer to him, bringing a hand around to his front, to the region just above his unseemly thing.

"I... I could turn around," he says, enjoying the feeling of her hand as it runs along his abdomen, or her other hand, as it feels cool to the touch on his hot, bare cheek.

"Yeah... but you won't," she says, all but confirming that she intends to go spelunking in his boy cave.  "For a boy, you sure got a nice fat ass... I'm a little jealous."

"Hnn..." is all he can reply as she swats his rear playfully, then grabs a handful and shakes it.

"You like being touched there, don't you?  Tell me... do you like cross-dressing... or do you like being treated like a girl?"

"I... I do..."

"You like being treated like a girl... sexually?" she asks, but she doesn't wait for an answer as she leans in to kiss the nape of his neck, then whispers in his ear.  "You want to be fucked?"

He moans softly, feeling her thing resting between his thighs, as she paws at his ass, and her other hand explores his chest and tummy.  "D-do you... do you have... something... to..."

"You mean do I have plenty of lube on me for anal sex?  Sure do.  No use beatin' around the bush, honey, unless that's what you're into - both of us want to fuck, and I wouldn't place any bets on who wants to fuck more," she says, squatting down to reach her bag.  While she's down there, she runs her hands down his inner thighs... then spreads his cheeks and gives him a kiss, right on the money.  "Mmm... I don't give tongue on the first date, unfortunately," she says, while she rummages for supplies.  When she finds it, he hears a cap pop open.  "Bend over, stick out that big ol' ass o' yours, spread your cheeks, and I'll grease up that shitter so good you'll feel like the belle of the ball on her fourth helpin'."

He bends over, steadying himself on the mirror, at first, then reaches back to pull his cheeks apart.   As soon as he does, she's there, applying lubricant a lot more liberally than she applied the make-up.

"Are you... really gonna fuck me?" he asks as she lubes up his asshole, first with a finger on the outside, then the inside, then two fingers on the inside.  She doesn't answer until the two fingers have thoroughly demonstrated how silly a question that is.

"I am really gonna fuck you, honey.  Right up the ass.  How ya feelin'?  Excited?   Nervous?  Horny as all get out?  Or all of the above."

"All of that, and a little embarassed..." he admits, as she thwats her dong on his big ripe pear.

"It'll start to be clearer once I stick ya.  You ready for your anal debut, hon?"

"I think so... just don-- hnk!"

He was cut off by a sudden intrusion into his backdoor - the flared head of her penis, popping in with (relative) ease.

"Don't do what?  Hon?  I hope you weren't about to say pop my love rocket in your cock socket, cuz that ship is sailin'."

"Oh... fuck..." he says, feeling it stretch his O-ring open.  Whatever he was going to say, he forgot it.

With one hand feeding it in, and the other on his shoulder, she remains motionless for a turn.  "Just let me know when you're ready for more, darlin'.  Not hungry for more, cuz I know that's right now, just ready."

With a deep breath, he calms himself down.  He nods, and she starts to feed more up into him at a glacial pace - and glacier is right, because an inevitable mass the crushes everything in its path was an apt description of her meat.

"Ooh, that is tight.  I guess you weren't lying about bein' a virgin.  I am really going to have to work to get all up in that poo-say.  Hey, how are you doin' up top?  Still a virgin?"


"I'll take that as a yes.  Ever done anything with your cock?"

"No... fuck... hold on..."

"Holding on, but I think I just heard you admit you're an ass-first kinda guy.  Well, I'll have to give it you nice and thorough so you know for sure this is the night you lost it.  A lot less ambiguity about the whole thing if you wake up tomorrow feeling you got fucked by a train."

"No, go easy..."

"Oh, I'll start easy.  I'm gonna work up to it.  Well, first, I've got to work up it.  Up it goes," she says, feeding more and more of it up and in.  With the aide of the lube, his hole wasn't being too irritated, but it was starting to spasm, and his stomach was tying itself into knots at the strange intrusion from the wrong direction.

It dawns on him that he's having sex for the first time, and no one has ever touched his cock.  As it slides deeper and deeper inside, he feels less and less like this won't count as his first time, and more and more like there's a big dick in his ass.

Eventually, she releases her own, letting it stick in by itself, and when she's satisfied it won't slip out, she wraps both hands around his hips.

"Now I've got it good and jammed in there.  Look ma, no hands... can you push me out?"

"Nnh... no," he groans, after trying.

"Yeah, but I like to feel ya try it.  Now I can use both my hands... isn't that nice," she says, running her hands up and down his waist, hips, and thighs, while her cockhead kisses open the smooth muscle in his rectum.

His whole body feels sensitive to her touch, and he's dribbling all over the floor.  Looking at their reflections in the mirror, it looks like she's just embracing him from behind, but the truth is much, much deeper, if not balls-deep. Looking like he does, feeling like he does, he has little doubt that he's going to have any regrets, but feeling her sink depeer and deeper into his irritated guts, he worries that his body might not agree.

She takes a step forward, gashunking about half an inch of cock shaft into his ass, making him sputter.  Then, using her newfound closeness, she rests her chin on his collarbone.

"There, now I can see your face as you cum.   Well, lookit'chu.   The prettiest belle with blocked-up bowels I ever did see.  I can see it on your face - you're holdin' back.  If I look down, am I gonna see a limp noodle?"

He shakes his head.

"How stiff is it?  So stiff it hurts?  Stiffer than mine?  Whose stiffer - me or you?"

"You feel so hard..."

"I AM so hard, honey.  It may feel harder because it's all up in your squishy guts, poking around and wrecking the place, but it is hard as a rock.  It's hard for you, honey.  Is yours hard for me?"

"So hard..."

"How did I make you so hard?"

"By putting it up my ass..."

"That all it took?  Not my pretty looks and my flirtin' - just one straight up the dirty hole?  I'm startin' to think you didn't invite me here for my make-up skills.  Then again, you're just now learnin' about my puttin'-it-to-a-boy skills.  How's my anal sex, honey?"

"It's... nnh..."

"Feel that pressure building?  It's going in... I'm taking your virginity.  I'm cramming it right up there.   Awww... you're blushing.  Do you love it?   Don't worry... I'll take care of you, blondie...  I'll go slow... then, I'll make you think your name really is Cydney!"

He feels her starting to sink in faster... his hungry hole gobbling her up as fast as it can.  He groans as she bottosm out more and more, until, finally, with a soft, inaudible tap, her hips hit against his soft, cushioned rear, and Charlene had bottomed out inside "Cydney".

"Hey," she says, and lets the word linger in the air as he shudders and sighs.  "Did you notice?  We're together now.  I ran outta cock... but you ain't run outta ass.  Guess that means we're compatible," she says, kissing his neck... then giving him a little lick on the cheek.  "Well, I guess I should wait to see if your thing fits snugly in me... but I think this is the way we both want it, anyway."

The full length of her dick inside him, it felt like it was longer than his - although, he was sure anything felt longer when it was lodged where her thing was lodged.  He could feel her veins, he could feel the shape of her head, he definitely feel something hard and metal on the underside which seemed like something only advanced cock-holsters should attempt...  most importantly, he felt her pulsing.  Not only that, her balls were on his thighs, fat and happy, obviously in a fuller state than they would have been if they didn't think she was in a prime mating scenario.  He never thought his fat rear would convince a pair of eggs that it was time to pump out sperm and put a baby in that fat bitch, and his cheeks burned red to realize it was happening now.

"Hope you don't mind if we just... stay together like this a bit.  I know you're dying to be fucked... but I'm just enjoying your body...  it's not too oppressive, is it?  Just having my fat thing stewin' in your guts."

"It feels... so big..."

"That's cuz you're so tight.  Aw, you're shakin' all over.  Don't be nervous, I got ya."

"I'm so embarassed..."

"Yeah?  What's so embarassin'?  Losin' your virginity with your butt?  Givin' up your boyhole before gettin' your cock wet?  Or just gettin' wrong-holed while dressed up like the sweetest, cutest little girly on the prairie? That ain't nothin' to be ashamed of, none of it... but you look so cute when ya blush that I'm gonna call you my little shithole slut anyways.  Let's see the red in them cheeks, honey.  Oh, you're tremblin' all over... if ya go weak in the knees, I got ya."

Her hands roam over his body as she kisses up and down his neck, her thick erection throbbing in his rear, making his stomach awkwardly cramp.

"Nnnh... you're so tight... you're so soft... your ass is so fat," she whispers into his ear, conspiratorially, and then nibbles on it.  "It was made to be fucked," she says, with a voice now, directly into his ear, pressing her hips forward so that he feels an intense pressure in his stomach, which seems to outwardly bulge out slightly.  "You know, whenever I say something like that, your dick starts drooling."

"Anh... ah..."

"Hey, wanna feel something weird?" she asks, but he feels something weird before he even responds - "it" jumps inside of him, making his bowels cramp... and sending a wave of pleasure and discomfort up his spine and back down cum pouch, yearning for release.  Before he can even fully process it, she does it again - and his own cock twitches at the same time, and he wiggles his hips instinctively to dislodge the uppity intruder, but her hips follow him, a dirty dance with her cock in his dirty hole.  "Hey, where are you going?" she asks, reaching under his "shirt" to pinch his nipple, "I'm not even fucking you yet."

She does it again, and again, until he's doubled over, her tail stuck in his backside, making him groan from a mix of intense ecstasy and discomfort, inadvertantly pushing his ass back at her as he does, so that her cock flicks up and down like a level in his rounded-out hindquarters; that is, until she pulls him up by his chest and thrusts forward, flattening him out upright against the mirror, buried in his quivering hole, and his vision whites out.

For a second, he thinks that he's cum... but it's just more sticky, clear precum.

"Every time I twitch my cock insdie, you dribble more juice out..." she understates, while keeping him flat against the mirror with her fuckstick right up and twitching inside his shithole.  "Do you want to be fucked?"

"Yes..." he says, the overwhelming sensation making it difficult to speak... "...fuck me... please..." he says, squirming against the mirror.

"You promise you'll be a good boy?"

"I am a good boy!  Just fuck me!" he snaps, hoarsely.

"Whatever you say, princess.  Don't say I never gave you anything."

"Nnnh... just shut up and fuck me!"

"You... got it... honey!" she says, punctuating it by thrusting in and out three times,  and making his knees give out.

"Umngh... umg..." he moans as he inadvertantly bends over, giving his full ass to her as a target with a big fat bullseye painted on it.  Every time she thrusts it all the way up into his rear, he feels it come out in his brain. She slaps her hips into his ass over and over again until finally, she grinds her hips against it and pulls up on his shoulder.

"If I took it out, what would you want me to do?"

"P-put it back in!"

"And if I didn't, would you beg?"

He nods his head.

"Don't worry, darlin'.  It's not going anywhere until I knock one-and-a-half kids out up here where the sun don't shine," she says, giving him a little one-two hump that pokes into his front visibly, emphasizing her "point".   "Now as much as I like seeing a boy with fat butt like you bending over, keep up straight so you can see how pretty you are."

"Nnnh... nh..." he grunts, feeling his ass tighten up around her.

"Oh yeah.  Feel that twitching inside you?  That's eight inches of my hot girlmeat, exploring your rectum the way it was meant to be explored.  What do you think?  Too much for your first time?  Or just enough?  Aw... you're drooling... guess little Miss Goldilocks thinks it's just right..."

Cyndey... Cyndey Goldilocks... that was his name...  he wants her to ram her dick up his ass so bad - which is weird, because that's exactly what she's doing, over and over again.

"Hey... how do you feel about ass to mouth?" she says, running her long finger down his uvula.  "Like it or love it?  Boys like you seem to always love it.  You can say you don't - I won't be mad.  I'll just ask you to open your mouth after I'm done.  But you definitely seem like the type who'll take it in the ass and the face, over and over, popping out of one and into the other... until I blow up in one, and forget which it was ten minutes later. There're boys who've never tasted my cum and boys who've never had to shit it out, pardon my French... and I couldn't tell you who was who.  I gave it to em so much in both ends, it all sort of blurs together.   Anyway, I'm babbling, when I should be crushing your prostate and churning your butter so you babble incoherently, right?  You want me to wreck you, don't you?  Give you such a good stuffing you start gobbling?  Give you such a pounding you can't sit down?  Give it to you in the wrong hole so much you mix up in and out?   Up and down?  Which way is it, baby?  Am I going down your rabbit hole or up your shithole?"

"Up... my shithole..."

"Oh, you've got a dirty mouth.  Not as dirty as it's gonna be when I forget which end of YOU is up, though.  Probably dirtier than it would be if you weren't getting exactly what you wanted, huh?  Come on, princess, show me your spoiled little o-face.   You're a good boy who can cum from getting it anally, right?"


"Hear that naughty noise?  I used so much lube that I'm churning it up... stuffing it up that wet, sloppy hole of yours... giving those hams of yours a nice glaze, right down the middle... you have such a nice figure... such nice, thick thighs and such a soft, fat ass...", she says, tracing her fingers down his waist, and hips and thighs... then back to his rear, which she cups as she thrusts.  You've got a perfectly good cock, dear, but your best feature is definitely behind you... it'd be such a waste if... well, if I didn't ram my cock inside you.  It's just got so much give... tell me, have you fantasized about someone taking you this way?"


"Not once?  Not once have you looked at yourself in the mirror and thought 'wow, someone should plow me like a field'?  Never thought if you got on your hands and knees with your ass in the air that SOMEONE would fill your hole the way it needed to be filled?"

"Not really..."

"But you're going to now, right?  You'll go out and buy a dildo?"


She sniffs his hair, absolutely cumdrunk.  "You smell really nice, too... even though I'm blasting your ass, and you're sweating like a pig, you smell like flowers..."

"Don't say that..." he says, and then, his eyes go wide in realization.

"The big O... I see it in your eyes.  You're about to cum so hard, aren't you?  I haven't even touched this and you're about to have an earth-shaker, huh?"

He nods, expectant.   He really is getting there, without touching himself.  He can feel it building...

"Hey, don't cum until I say so, okay?  I know with all that girldick in your ass you want to shoot off, badly, but hold it in, got it?"

"Oh, but I want to cum so bad..."

"I know hon, I know.  You got what ya needed finally and you want to celebrate by painting the wall.  Just hold out for me, baby.  Can you do that?"

He whines, but nods, and she responds by picking up the pace, making him whine more.  She gouges him and slops it all the way up his hershey highway, reaming him out every which way from behind, until he feels like he's ready to burst - in more ways than one.

"This must be torture for you..." she says, thumping into the bend in his rectum repeatedly, insistently, making him drool with desire.  "Have you ever wanted to cum as bad as you do now?"

"No... I'll let you cum after... just please... let me cum..."

"I like hearin' you beg for it, hon, but just focus on bein' my dance partner for now.  You'll get a chance to cream yourself silly when the time is right," she says... and then realizes that she's ready to blow herself.  "You ready to catch what I wanna throw?

"I... I think so!"

"You think so?  Say 'Charlene, cum in my fat ass!  Cum in my belly!  Fill me up and flush me out!"

"Charlene... cum up my ass...  fill up my stomach... just make me cum!"

She runs her hand across his abdomen, reaching all the way around... then rubs his tummy in a circle.  "Yeah... right in here," she says, tapping it twice softly, as he feels her cock twitch inside to emphasis her point.  "You're blushin' again.  Embarassed?  You asked for it... now you gonna get it.  I'm gonna fill up your belly with my hot goo like a stud..." she says, tapping it again, then rubbing it in a circle.  "You're gonna feel my love butter percolatin' in your guts and are gonna love every drop of it.  You ready to be creampied, hon?  Is your belly ready to have its first dose of sex?  Ready to get them bowels soggy?  You ready to drink my milkshake the wrong way, Cydney?" she continues, pawing at his stomach and watching his face get redder and redder as his insides get closer and closer to being whitewashed and bloated.  Then, she kisses up and down his neck, thrusting into his shitpit as she bangs him against the mirror... and then she sighs, hoarsely, into neck.  "Oh yeah... honey, I've gotta blast," she says, with an urgency in her voice.

"Can I cum, then?"

"Do you want to?"


"You want to cum while I've got it all the way up in there?"


"You want to cum hard with a cock right up your shitbox?"


"Okay...  I'll tell you when to cum... but first... I've got something for you," she explains, and he looks back at her, confused.  "Watch my face... and get that stomach ready!  I gotta fling nut so bad... right in your virgin ass!  Right in your shitbox!"

He sees her face change, like she's trying to say something but can't, and she shudders... and then, he feels it; it's a sudden rush of warm liquid up his intestines.   "Blast" was right - not only did it feel like he'd sat on a garden hose that somebody has just turned on, but he'd also lifted up when it hit, more surprise from the unfamiliar sensation than anything, and he squirmed to avoid catching too much of the hot, sticky goo, to no avail. He had never seen anyone orgasm in person before, and now he was watching someone as they came like a whale in his intestines... and all he could think about was cumming everywhere while being anally violated.

Not only does the increase in pressure push his button and make him want to cum even more, knowing that he's being cummed inside makes him want to cum on principle... and knowing that if he doesn't cum now, her hard dick isn't going to be stimulating him to spew his baby batter means that it's a now-or-never moment.

"Oh fuck... there it is... right up there..." she purrs, throbbing, twitching, and generally pumping her wicked girlslime in his fun tunnel while he waits with bated breath for her command.

"Can I cum?!"

"One... unh... second...  just... hold... mmh..." she says, grunting through her sentence while obviously ejaculating wildly, which he feels as a building, diffuse pressure in his stomach.  He has no idea what she's waiting for, and can't hold on much longer, but just as he's about to ask if he can cum, she kisses him, and he feels her tongue, and he feels her cum in his rectum, filling it up, and he feels her cock throbbing with the release he so desperately desires, and he feels her balls, pressed up against his thighs, pulsing as they empty.

Then... everything goes still.  He still feels her gently throbbing, but she's not pulsing in twitching in a way that suggests the kind of pressurized cum-hosing she'd just been engaged in.  She's breathing heavily and shuddering, but not thrusting or otherwise giving him the big D, meaning that even if he wanted to cum, he couldn't.

"Hey," she says, sleepily, brushing his face with the back of her hand, "who's a good little creampuff?   You are.  How's your stomach feel?"


"Mmhm... hey... I just poured my baby batter in your tummy.  You didn't cum from getting creampied, did you?"

"No..." he whines.


"Can I cum now?!"

"Such an impatient boy," she says, cupping his swollen balls, "although... these have some heft to them, so I can see why... you have to blast as much as I just did.  Trust me, I know how you feel... it felt so good to finally let it all out inside of you...  I feel like if I squeeze one of these little funbags just a bit, you'll shoot off."


"What a state you're in... you know, I came, but I'm still pretty hard.  I could... give you what you need..."

"Please... please... just fuck my ass..."

"'Just fuck my ass' he says.   Is that all I am to you?  A nice rack with a big dick?  I have feelings, you know.   And a softening, if still pretty stiff, dick..." He starts to press his ass back at her, moaning, trying to fuck himself on her shaft, but he can't get the angle right...

"Oh, you're going to fuck yourself on it, is that it?  Hold still.   Now I've just got to pull out very carefully or I'll trigger it and you'll fling your goo all over the place."

"Now tighten up once it pulls out, so you don't make a mess.  Annndd... there.    Just a little wet wipe on your tip and... all good.  Ta-da!  No clean-up!"

The ground falls out beneath him.  His butt was absolutely full of cum, sure... but so were his balls!  What the fuck?!  His outrage only lasts a second, however, before a more pressing need is pushed to the forefront.

"It's coming out..." he says... buckling at the knees and trying to clench his recently-fucked hole.

"Ah-ah-ah... you'll get it everywhere.  Either do it in the toilet, or wait."

"But... I... I didn't... I didn't cum."

"Don't worry, I came enough all up in your guts for both of us," she says, rubbing his now-slightly flabby tummy, making him seriously consider finishing the conversation through a bathroom door.

"What... the fuck..."

"Such a potty mouth... relax, hon, I didn't do it to be mean.  I want ya to enjoy this, after all."

"So... you'll make me cum?"

"Eventually.  It was a mean little trick I played on you, I know.  But trust me, I'll make it worth your while.  In a way, I already have, haven't I?"

"Yeah, but...  I just... want to cum..."

"You ever hear of orgasm denial?  Well, crossdressin's your fetish, and that's mine.  I like to give it to a boy from behind until he's fit to bursting and then... well, I suppose you know, now.  I like hearing boys say they want to cum with their hole, and only with their hole - and there's no better way to get them sayin' it then to tell 'em they can't have it.  If I tried to stroke you off right now you'd hiss like a cat.  While cumming, obviously, but still.  You've got an itch right now that only I can scratch... anally.  Right?"


"Sometimes I wrap a rubber band around it, or just squeeze it real hard at the base - but not toucing it at all has got it's own charm.  If I make you cum, eventually, will you forgive me?"

"Yes!  I will!"

"Good... then I'll fuck you every which way before then.  We're gonna fuck on every floor, counter-top and table in this house, and you're not gonna pop till we're done.  I'm gonna fill you with so many rounds it's gonna be like
a drive-by enema.  Okay?"


"If you get me ready, I'll blast your ass and face hole as much as you want.  But first, I think I need to teach your mouth what I just taught the other end.  So open wide."

And so, sitting on the floor, he opens wide... knowing that it wasn't the beginning of the end, but the end of the beginning... and that might by the time the night was over, she was going to have swapped between his face and ass a half a hundred times - but it didn't matter, as long as, just one of those times, she stayed in his ass long enough to give him what he wanted... no matter how much semen pudding he had to swallow orally and anally...

- Majalis

Thursday, December 31, 2015

Cheater's Lament - Patreon Sketch Factory #15

A nice CG set of a fem domme and a femboy and some gooey white stuff.  Story below - our Patreon patrons will have access to the remaining images in this set soon!

And the story:

"You said you wanted to experiment with femdom..."

"I didn't mean a literal experiment," he said, stripping down in her lab, somewhat reluctantly.

She had never been interested in femdom before.  She had said that she would be willing to try it, but he could never figure out how to bring it up.  When he finally met a domme... well, he was still with her, technically, but even if she hadn't found out about it, he would have still broken it off.  Maybe.

Now, after a month apart, she invited him to her lab for a booty call... and he was pretty sure he knew whose booty was on the line.  To head off any "fucked by the football" team scenarios, he'd agreed to it under one condition - no butt stuff.  She had said that was just fine.

"Put your clothes over there.  Don't worry, you'll get them back," she said, although he wasn't sure he believed it.

He looked at the station she was pointing at... there was barely any room to put his clothes.  There were empty jugs and bottles and plastic medical cups and bowls... he'd never seen her lab so cluttered and messy.  There was also a large machine covered with a tarp that he was pretty sure hadn't been there the last time he visited - although it was possible he'd forgotten.

"It feels a little weird to be naked when you're still dressed," he said, eyeing her mini-skirt.  She wasn't exactly dressed the part of a domme, but then, she wasn't wearing her usual clothes either.  Her skirt under her under-sized labcoat had a very low cut, her pencil skirt left little of her curves to the imagination, and her boots had high-heels - definitely not her usual style.

"Relax.  I'm not going to keep you naked.  You're wearing this," she said, pulling two glossy orange pieces of fabric down from a shelf.  She handed them, folded, to him, and when he let them unfold, his eyes went wide.  It was neon-orange leotard with matching stockings.

"Why am I wearing this, exactly?"

"It's slutty.  And, importantly, this fabric stretches."

"Why is that important?" he said, pulling the leotard over his head.

"You'll see.  Let's just say that a container sometimes has to stretch to contain its contents.  Here, let me put up your hair."


"To get you into the mood."

"The mood... hey, I said nothing in my butt."

"Oh, sweetie.  I can say 100% that I'm not going to put anything up your butt.  Although you might wish I had.  Here, put on your stockings."

He sat on the cold floor of the lab and instantly regretted it, a chill going up his spine.  He had a hard time figuring out the proper orientation of the stockings until it clicked what was wrong - they were one contiguous garment.  There was no way he could walk if he put them on.

"What's the matter?  You like bondage, right?"

Still reluctant, he slipped into them, not without difficulty.

"Here, I'll help you onto your knees," she said, although he wanted to be on his knees even less - with his legs underneath him, he would have a hard time getting up on his own.  "Now for your hands, going to wrap them up tight..."

He'd never seen such sturdy looking tape.  It must have been industrial grade - she wrapped it around and around his arms until they were bound together, and he found that, at least, a casual attempt to rip them apart proved fruitless.

"Can you stand?" she asked, and he found that he could not, while she retrieved something from a drawer.  "Good.  Now, say ahhh," she instructed, and he didn't recognize what the cylinder in her hand was for until she brought one end of it towards his mouth - she'd fused it to a ring-gag.  Before he could protest, it was in his mouth, and he couldn't spit it out - with his hands bound, he couldn't remove it at all. "Now this locks behind your teeth.  This is crucial."

"Cuushal?" he said, around the cylinder.

"Yes.  We're going to be doing some force-feeding play.  A little... dietary experiment.  And there's no point in me setting this all up if you can just close your mouth, is there?"

He looked at her nervously.  This hadn't been what he'd had in mind.  She walked over to the tarp and, with a dramatic flourish, pulled it off with both hands.   It was... well, he didn't know what it was, but it had an obvious mix of DIY features, industrial parts from some now-defunct machines, and a terminal hooked up to it - he'd seen her messing around with breadboards and those small, self-contained computers before, but she had never had it interacting with something so large.

"Wahs sat?" he said, around the cylinder.

"What does it say?  The Spermotron 5000!  There are some perks to being an engineer, after all.  If I need an impromptu, programmable pump mechanism affixed to a tank, I can just build it."


"You said before that you wouldn't mind a little domination play... so let's play.  Although I don't think you're going to like this game very much..." she said, as she emptied some peroxide into a cotton ball.  She picked up a hose that had been attached to the machine and rubbed the bare end with the cotton ball, then discarded it on the floor.  Whatever her plan was, she seemed to be in a hurry... or excited.

Her heels clicked on the floor as she approached him with the hose, and leaning over him with a sinful smile on her face, she screwed it into the other end of the cylinder that was locked in his mouth.

"Perfect.  You're being such a good boy.  Keep that up" she said, lightly tapping his cheek twice.  "Because otherwise... you're going to have a real bad time."

With that, she lifted a hood on the machine, revealing the "tank" she'd mentioned - literally a glass tank that resembled a giant snowglobe.  She ran her finger along it, then turned to face him, smirking.

"See all that goo?  What do you think it is?"

He peered into the tank.  It was goopy and inconsistent... white and a tinge of yellow.  It couldn't be...

"Don't worry, it's not really what you think it is.  I hope I got the consistency right... I couldn't get the taste, but it definitely looks the part, right?"

She... made that?  A tank full of... well, who knew what.   But it definitely looked like... he shuddered.  Seeing the contents of the tank, and the hose that led from the machine to the cylinder in his mouth, some very unpleasant images flashed through his mind.  After they resolved, he was left looking at his ex... and by the look on her face, it seemed as if she could read his mind.

"Ready?  I'm going to get into character.  Okay?"

He nodded, somewhat hesitant.

"Good boy.  Or... should I say... cum-guzzling slut?" she added, her voice sultry, as she approached him... her hand playing with his pigtail, then caressing his face.  She bent down, her face close to his, and smiled, showing her teeth.  "Oh.  You didn't like that?  Are you not a cum-guzzling slut?" she said, emphasizing the "c" in "cum" and the "slut" in "slut".

He shook his head.

"That's right.  You're so right.  You've never guzzled cum, right?  You've never felt it sliding down your throat, into your belly," she said, trailing her finger down his throat, his chest, his abdomen.  "Well... not -yet-," she said, spreading her fingers on his belly, digging them in slightly so it was like she was grabbing hold of it.

She walked over to the tank again and tapped it like she was bugging the fish in an aquarium.

"There's billions of them, swimming in there.  Know where I got it?  Well, a lot of places, actually.  Mostly just volunteers... jacking off into bowls," she said, and the clutter around the lab suddenly made sense.

Only, it didn't, because this was all play-acting.  Whatever it was that was in that tank, it had never been in those bowls.  But that seemed like a lot of work to go through just for the sake of authenticity...

"They just threw it all away like it didn't matter.  They just wanted to get their rocks off.  But I'm going to put it to use.  Testing this tank I built... and giving you a little -taste - of your own medicine.  Although, calling it medicine is a little bit of a stretch.  Maybe it'll cure of your naughty ways."

She rubbed her hand on the tank and made eye-contact with him, giggling.

"Let's see if your taste buds can pick out which guy provided each gooey drop of your special dinner."

At that, he rebelled.  He started to pull away from the hose - but found that it wouldn't come loose.  She grabbed for his chin, and he stayed still... then she let her hand fall from his face, and reached on top of the machine, grasping for something, which she quickly found.

"Let me explain why you should be obedient.  See this controller?  It has two buttons - well, three, but you don't have to worry about that one," she said, showing him the controller she'd procured from the top of the machine.  He fixed his focus on it, and saw that it indeed had three buttons... one was "off", one was marked with a cute drawing of a... sperm... and the other was marked with a skull and crossbones, which her finger hovered over.  "This pipe will pump all that gungy splooge into your mouth in one go if I press THIS button.  You. Do Not. Want Me. To Press. This Button.  That's over four gallons of gooey nut-butter you don't want in your stomach, or else they'll have to pump it back out or else you'll overdose on semen.  You wouldn't want to drink that much of anything, much less a bunch of guy's runny ejaculate.  That is, unless you have a confession to make?  Thought not.  Seriously, though, I don't care how much of a submissive little bitch you are, this button is a punishment.  This button is regret.  If I press this button, you've made me very mad.  And if I press this button, you definitely won't like me anymore.

This button, on the other hand, pumps a pint in total over the course of thirty seconds.  You also don't want me to press this button.  That's enough to make you turn green, enough to make you sick.  That's more cum than anyone you know has ever swallowed.  That's hardcore cum guzzling.  You'll have enough spermies swimming around in your tummy that you might actually get pregnant.  It'll fill your mouth, but there'll be too much to not swallow.  You'll gag it down while trying not to think about the dozens of cocks that went into making your cocksnot soup.  Your baby-goo yogurt.  Your cum smoothie.  We've kept it warm so it'll taste fresh, so you better hope it hasn't spoiled.  One press of this button and you'll be burping cum.  Two and you'll be crying tears of sperm.  Three and you'll fucking LOOK pregnant.  By the fourth, you will be.  This button means I own you."

His breathing became erratic.  He had to remind himself... it was all play.  Still, even if it was... swallowing that much of anything would be an ordeal.  She was right - he didn't want her to press either button.  Satisfied that she'd made this clear, she turned back to the tank.

"Wow... all that gooey, runny, bubbly cum looks really gross, doesn't it?  It's soooo slimy... and there are so many pubic hairs floating in it, ewww!  Don't worry, there's a filter on the pump... right here.  Hrm.  You know what...
you look like a pube-eater to me," she said, removing the filter.  "Pube-catcher, gone.  Guess that means you'll be a pube-swallower.  What do you think?  Too mean?  Too bad."

She tossed the filter aside, and he shook his head, as she turned to face him.

"Don't worry.  They're not REAL pubes.  That would be really gross", she said, licking her lips.  Then, she bent over, leaning in close to his face, her finger on the button marked with a sperm.  "But I think I've talked enough for now, don't you?  Let's get started.  Hey... remember that time you cheated on me?" she said, and then as his eyes opened wide in horror, she clicked the button.  "I do!"

The machine hummed to life, a ga-shunk ga-shunk sound as the pump began working, and he saw a big bubble rise to the surface and pop with an audible "glorp".  The hose connected to it started to traverse the white-and-clear runny mix of slime that she was pretending was a frathouse worth of semen.

As the hose began to fill up, bringing the "cum" and "pubic hairs" at the forefront closer to his forced-open mouth, he began to get anxious.

"Get ready, here it comes!  Get ready to swallow all that fake semen.  Know where it's going?  In. Your. Mouth!  So gulp it all down!"

The hose emptied into a hard, clear cyclinder which was forcing his mouth open, which began to fill with glob after steaming, runny, goopy glob of the fake semen concoction.  It definitely -looked- authentic, he could see up close, with thick, sperm-filled blobs that were the result of a long-overdue ejaculation, and runny, clear slime that accompanied it and was the result of a less sperm-injected fun time.  In addition, as it began to fill and rise in the cylinder toward his worried tongue, while it was soupy, there clearly were separate contributions visible.  And lastly, he noticed, as the moment of truth approached - it definitely -smelled- like an over-used wank sock.

And with that thought, the first dollop spurted onto his tongue, and while it was quick followed by more that began to pool in his mouth, under his tongue and on it, he had enough time in the eternity between that to have a possible revelation.

"How's that taste?  Is it good?  Do you like the taste of freshly squeezed baby batter?"

The taste was... salty.  Very salty.  But... she said she couldn't get the taste...  His eyes went wide.  It couldn't be.  No, NO!  More of it pumped into his mouth, the cylinder full like a baby's bottle, as he turned to look up at her with shock.

"Did you really think this was all fake semen, dumbass?  You stupid fuck.  That is too funny."  His cheeks began to bulge as he tried not to swallow the foul mix as more and more were pumped into his mouth.  "Yeah, it's a little too late for that.  Fine, try not to swallow. It's got nowhere to go but your poor tummy."

She was right.  His cheeks were quickly full to bursting.  It was both runny and gooey, salty and bitter, and he could swear he could feel the billion wriggling sperm on his tongue.  It didn't taste or feel anything like cream - too watery, and too many pubic hairs in the mix.

"That must taste so gross.  Can you feel all the little spermies on your tongue?  How's that cocksnot taste?"

Snot was right.   Whatever she was pumping into his mouth, it wasn't edible.  He tried to bite the cylinder closed, but to no avail.   He felt his cheeks filling more and more and his eyes began to squint at the sheer bitterness.   Finally, the pump stopped, but to his dismay, the semen wouldn't go back into the hose, and the cylinder was too full to take any more that he was keeping in his mouth and cheeks.

"Wow, there is a lot of jizz in your mouth right now.  It's like you just blew fifty guys at once, isn't it?  If you had sucked off a whole football team you wouldn't have as much in your mouth.  There are girls who have gone down on
both the home and away team who needed mouthwash after less than you do.   If you keep it in your mouth too long your tongue is going to get pregnant.  Get your tonsils wet already.  Seriously, your mouth is full of at least a half hundred loads.  It's gross.  Your teeth are probably coated."

He couldn't believe what she was saying.  Like he just blew 50 guys?  Where did she even get that much?   It couldn't be real.  But the texture...

"Ooh yeah, it's gooey, right?   How's that man chowder taste?  Are you picturing all the cocks that spewed that out?  Just twitching and then... well, what's in your mouth.  Except you must have about fifty creamy loads in there.
50 guys getting their rocks off, flinging their gross goo... and now it's all in your mouth.  How does their sperm slime taste?  Was it worth it?  Did she make you cum 50 times?"

She clicked the button again at the mention of "she".  The machine revved to life again, and soon even more of it was pumping into his mouth, and he groaned, eyes wide, his cheeks too full to take any more.

"Do you not like the taste of cum?  Aww, too bad.  You're going to be tasting so much of it.  And drinking it.  It's got no where else to go but down.  Like a cock in your throat spitting it into your stomach.  Swallow or drown, your call."

She pinched his nose shut, and that was it, he couldn't take it any more - he closed his eyes, and gulped down.  The slimy stuff ran down his throat and into his stomach, still warm, and she released his nose.  He gagged as he tried to swallow more, and his nose started to run... but he realized that it was actually semen coming out of his nose like milk.  If that image wasn't pathetic enough, he heard a click, and he saw that she'd whipped out her phone and taken a picture of him, nose dribbling cocksnot and all.

"Chug chug.  God, you're so fucked... look at you... little cum guzzler.  Little nutcream gobbler.  You know what they call girls who drink as much semen as you are?  Nothing.  Nobody has ever gulped down that much hot sperm sauce in one sitting.  Except for you.  So keep swallowing.  We've got a record to set.  'Biggest idiot to swallow the most fresh semen'".

He swallowed again, and again, but the pump just replaced what he swallowed with even more.   She spotted the bulge between his legs before he could hide it with his bound arms.

"Can't help but notice you've got a big boner right now.  Pervert.  How many of those guys whose loads are in your mouth do you think would be happy to see that?  The person chugging down their loads popping a boner."

She looked him square in the face, her eyes wild.  She was all but confirming it.

"FYI, this is real cum, by the way.  Every spoonful was some guy tossing off into a collection dish or bowl.  And I didn't supervise all the collection... I outsourced a bit.  At a buck an ounce, it's tempting to find other sources, and it all passed the sniff test, so it's definitely semen... you get what I'm saying, right?  I'm saying that, in small way, you're supporting local farmers.  That's four gallons of semen, alright, but it's almost certainly
not 100% mangoo.  When a girl drives out to a farm and comes back with a bottle of splooge, chances are she didn't find the world's horniest farmhand, you know?"

The last batch had been all but swallowed... and she clicked again.

"Horse semen, bull semen, pig semen... hell, a few girls probably got Fido in the mix, too.  Don't worry, though, any of the stuff I thought was... farm fresh, let's say, I dumped in last, so it's probably still mostly at the top, and the pump sucks all the wriggling spermies and their goo from the bottom.
Another very, very good reason not to make me press the bad button.  Not unless you've got a particularly sick craving, that is.  Do you?  Do you want to guzzle a half-gallon of pig semen, piggy?"

He shook his head vehemently, but she stopped him by grabbing his chin as the next creamy batch made first contact with his tongue, making him gag.  Then she put her fingers in his nostrils, forcing him to swallow.

"Then keep swallowing, piggy.  You don't have to worry.  Even if you swallow down filthy animal semen, it won't affect my opinion of you.   Keep drinking, loser."

The idea of drinking raw animal semen was combining with his disgust at glugging down a whole quart of human semen to make him green in the face.  He didn't know how much he could take.

"Wow, you don't look so good.  You look like you're going to puke up all that tasty mangoo.  Let's wash it down.  With more mangoo. *click*"

It wasn't long before his cheeks filled again - he couldn't swallow any more.  She jammed her fingers into his nostrils again.

"Do not puke, or I'll press this button, I swear it," she said, her thumb hovering over the button marked with a skull.

He struggled to let it all run down his throat, while she gloated.

"Is it gross because of the taste, the texture, or the knowledge that some guy blew his fucking load into a bowl and now you're drinking it?  Some of these guys had massive wads... don't worry, I made sure not to spill any that I personally handled."

At "personally handled", he looked up at her.

"Oh, I wasn't the only collector.  Some girls got their boyfriends to donate...  I know at least one party had your dinner tonight as its theme.  And you know... all those juicy cocks... I know some of the girls couldn't resist a little suck.  So some of that is pure, post-fellatio snowball.  It's almost like you're indirectly kissing them!  Or indirectly sucking off their boyfriends, I guess."

She paused to let that sink in.

"You see, unlike you, none of them swallowed.  If they got a nice, creamy load in their mouth, it went right into the bowl... and then, into the Spermotron," she said, and then gave the machine a hard pat as it pumped out more of the spooge she was describing.  I've got a list of names here of the guys who contributed - want to see if you recognize any of them?  Put a face to the taste?"

He was turning redder by the second - although not enough to totally wash out the green.

"Hey, let's play another game... hold up your fingers," she said, and he timidly raised his hand.  "I want you to pick a number.  The number you hold up is the number of times I'm gonna press this button in a row.  Before you hold up one, though... that wouldn't be much of game, would it?  So I'm gonna roll a die, after you hold up those fingers.  And if I roll higher than the number you picked... I'm gonna press this button instead," she said... and she didn't need to tap the skull button for him to understand, but she did anyway, and he cringed, worried that it would register.  Thankfully, the machine finished pumping, and died down again.

He wasn't in a very good thinking state - most of what was in his head was gooey jizz, but he tried  to puzzle it out.  Even if he picked 5... she might roll a 6.  And if he picked 5 and she rolled lower, that was over a half gallon of semen he was drinking for no reason.  Still, he couldn't risk the animal jizz, no matter what.  Minimizing that risk held precedent over anything else.  Knowing that he was sealing his fate,   he held up five fingers.

She squatted next to him, and then rolled the die on the floor... he watched it tumble with trepidation - if it was six, he was completely screwed.  To his relief, and then his frustration, when it came to a stop, he saw it - one pip.

"Hah.  Oh well.  Clicky clicky," she said clicking once, twice, thrice, four times... five times.  The pump revved up and started to pump it through the pipe again, still stained with the previous batches, while she rubbed his belly
sadistically.  "If you thought drinking half a gallon one pint at a time was bad... chugging over half a gallon, who does that?  Maybe... someone who loves the taste?  You did ask for five helpings, after all.  Maybe you just wanted to fill your tummy after all.  Ooh, here it comes... try not to think about all the guys that must have contributed to your meal," she taunted, right as half a dozen guy's worth of semen flooded into his mouth, followed by several dozen more.

Glug.  Glug.  Glug.  He couldn't keep down that much -water-, much less slimy jizz.  Not only was it upsetting his stomach, the thought of drinking so much spunk... picturing the "production" of such a slurry - he'd seen videos of girls collecting a dozen guy's loads into a bowl, and not once had it looked appetizing.

"A gallon!  That's at least a thousand loads worth!"

After several minutes, the pump died down, and he swallowed what he could... until all that was left was trapped in the cylinder.

"Oooh, that was fun.  What a waste.  You just drank so much baby juice.  And you're just ruining your diet.  How will you keep your girlish figure if you chug this much man-milk?  Hey, you look like you're still thirsty," she said, and then, she stuck out her tongue, and he heard a *click*.

The last batch was even harder to handle.  His tongue and teeth were thoroughly coated, and he couldn't bring himself to swallow fast, as it made him gag every time.  By the time the pump stopped again, he was seeing double.

"Aw... poor baby.  Do you want something to settle your stomach?"

He didn't know where the mercy had come from, but he nodded.  Even if she didn't give him anything useful, at least it meant she was going to leave him alone for a bit.


"How about semen?" she asked, as the machine revved up again, and his stomach turned over.  "Remember... keep it all down.  There's so much more for you to drink.  That's right, I'm gonna pump it all into this gluttonous little stomach of yours.  A bellyful of splooge.  Your tiny tummy, swollen with sperm.  Still glad you cheated on me?" she said, giving him a wicked smile, tapping his rapidly filling stomach with her toe.  I'm not upset, you know.  I don't really care.  If you wanted to break up, that would have been fine.  But you got all drunk on sperm and went behind my back... and I just thought that if you like being sperm-drunk so much, I should be the one to do it.   Drink down all that lust..."

As his mouth filled up - he could barely swallow anymore, she started to talk to herself... while clicking at random.  Soon, he'd swallowed almost  two gallons, and his stomach felt ready to pop.

"Hopefully there are no condoms floating around in there... like eggshells in a batter.   I dumped a ton of used condoms in there, but I think I didn't accidentally drop any in.  Hrm, you don't look bothered by the mention of condoms.  Let me explain: when a man loves his hand very much, he shoots off a fresh wad into a bowl that you eventually eat.  When that man is wearing a condom, on the other hand, all their dick sweat is rubbing along the inside like a used sock... or, well, like a used condom.  When I empty the scum out of it, all that lovely dick sweat comes with it.  Oh, hey, do you know what smegma is?  It's dick cheese.  And I've got to thank those hobos, they--"

It was too much.  He didn't hear the rest of her sentence - he just filled the hose with also-ran semen.  Apparently, his gag reflex was strong enough to push out past the plug.

She looked down at him, a mix of menace and mischief on her face.   He'd never seen her smile so broadly... or wildly.  Her finger caressed the skull and crossbone button... and his still-full stomach turned in place.

"Oooh... too bad, honey.  Did my mentioning all the smelly hobo semen you just drank upset your little tummy?  What did I tell you?  Guess you get the farm sampler.  You're about to make a lucky piggy's day..." she said, thumb about to press the other button.  His eyes went wide... and then she clicked.

But the machine stayed dormant.

"Idiot.  Did you think I would really make you drink 3 gallons of cum? Did you really think I'd make you drink like a gallon of farm animal semen?  Do you have any idea how sick that'd be?  How sick you would be?  You barely lasted through
swallowing a gallon of the good stuff.  Your reaction was great, though.  You really thought I was going to make you swallow down enough semen to repopulate the earth?  I seriously don't even know where the rest of this came from.
Is it safe to drink kangaroo and elephant semen?  The bull semen would be a treat.  Some squealing boar contributed a bucket full.  And there's a stallion or ten's worth in there, definitely.  You'd never get the taste out of your mouth."

Despite his nausea, he relaxed.  He knew that she was going to press the sperm button at least another time, after a speech like that.  But if she wasn't going to, maybe she was just play acting after all.  Maybe it had all been really convincing fake cum after all.  Maybe he hadn't swallowed thousands of loads.

"Just kidding.  It takes two clicks.  Safety feature, she said, grinning. She held up the remote... and clicked the 'bad' button again.  To his utter horror, the pump activated.

It wasn't like before.  The hose looked so full that it might rupture, which he definitely hoped as the cum rushed up it towards his undefended mouth.  Unfortunately, it seemed to be fine, and soon the rush of gooey sperm goo filled his mouth once more.

The pump was clearly working on overdrive, spewing out huge, thick blobs into his mouth at a rate faster than he could even swallow them.   Soon, the hose backed up, and a bubble formed that pressed against his face, wrapped around the hard cylinder in his mouth, but the pump kept pumping.

She pressed a button on the machine, and a thin red line was projected onto the tank.  It slowly dropped towards the bottom.

"Just so you know, anything above that line IS animal semen.  You'll notice the change in taste.  And I'm going to take a picture of your face as you swallow your first heaping helping of pig semen.  You think humans had big, tasty loads for you to drink?  Well, they do, so keep drinking up... but after that, it's farm fresh time."

She took out her phone and started to take pictures.  The line got closer and closer to the bottom of the tank - by the time he'd swallowed the second gallon, and it was half of the remainder, she'd finished rattling off some of the "stars" that had contributed to his liquid meal - and as the line neared the bottom, he could see her anticipation building. When it touched, she was visibly shaking with excitement.

The semen now being pumped through the tube... was a different color.  And the sound of it being pumped was different - the density was wrong.

"The man says... 'ooh yeah, swallow that nut baby'" she mimed, in a husky voice.  "The pig says..." she said, and then thumbed her nose to resemble a pig's snout, and snorted, and oinked, and snorted, and oinked... he wasn't sure if it was a faithful rendition of a boar cumming, but as the differently-colored semen approached, he had more important things to think about.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head as the inhuman gunge first pumped into his mouth - it tasted the part, that part being a sludge of various animal breeding slime, whipped into a slurry that somehow tasted more foul than the three gallons of man-slime he'd just been forced to ingest - some of it was so thin and runny that his cheeks instantly filled with it, and some of it was so thick and chewy that he'd have to chew to swallow it, and his teeth risked getting impregnated in the process.  He wondered which animal contributed which kind, right before his senses returned and he realized his face was utterly full of farm animal penis milk, and he felt like he was going to be violently sick.

She continued to snort and oink in faux-ecstasy right until the moment that the changing of the guard took place... at which point, she reverted into a human.

"Yeah, fill that mouth up with piglet goo!  'Oink, oink'!  That's what your new boyfriend said as he filled up the tank!  Are you thinking 'oink, oink' as it fills up your stupid mouth?!  Or is your heart set on swallowing horse semen?  Huh?  Which is it?"

While his mouth was completely full, he couldn't safely swallow without chewing through the particularly thick stuff - and so, panicked, he did.  He was being forced to masticate some animal's masturbate offerings - and he was still rock hard.

"Yeah, that's the pig goo alright.  They spew out a thick load at the end to plug up the sow's womb... so make sure to chew it all up, so it doesn't plug up your throat."

With a great reluctance, he gulped it down... and instantly regretted it.  It was so pungent that he could feel it gurgling in his stomach - which, at that point, was too full of human semen to properly handle anything else, much less animal semen.

True to her word, she snapped another picture.

"Oh god, that's so gross -I- might puke.  It must taste so disgusting...  how much would you pay me to rip out that hose right now?  Well, too bad... swallow down all that animal sperm into your useless little belly... and then beg me not to tell anyone that you drank pig jizz by the slimy cup.  That was supposed to end up in some sow's belly, you know.  Well, I guess it did after all.  I wish I had the cups full of pig semen to show you.  I'm sure some of it was top quality.  Drink down those potential piglets, you pathetic fuck.  You're going to get queasy whenever you hear Old Mcdonald from now on.  'And on this farm he had a cow, e-i-e-i-o.  With a moo moo moo here and an unf unf there, here a splurt, there a cup, everywhere a nut nut...' and presto!  Your dinner.  Slurp it all down, jizzfiend."

He slurped and sputtered and gagged and retched as it felt like cum was being pumped directly into his stomach.

"Think your guts will end up pregnant with a chimera?  Keep gulping it down and you might end up mommy to a mythological beast."

He swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed.  There was no point in trying to stop it - although he did occasionally have to chew through what he now knew was piggy-pregnant-promise jizz.

"Your tummy is so full...  it looks like it might pop.  Are you pregnant, or just a hungry little piggy?" she said, pressing her heel to his distended belly, making him squirm.  "We need to get some of that semen out of you, or you're going to explode," she continued, and lowered her heel until she found the bulge in his unitard.  "Not the semen in your belly, though.  That stays."

She reached down and grabbed hold of the bulge between her thumb and forefinger, and stroked it.

"Still hard after all that gross animal semen?  I guess you really must be a pervert.  Or maybe... you're a farm animal too.  Is that it?  Do you need to be milked?  Do I need to get a cup to hold your mating urges?" she said, continuing to stroke him... although soon, she wouldn't have time to get a cup.

He felt the urge rising... even as he gulped down mouthfuls of bull semen and horse semen and who knows what else, he couldn't help it.  As she stroked him, he was going to cum - and cum fast.

"No... actually... farm animals don't drink animal cum.  I guess that means you're lower than an animal..." she said, and she stopped stroking, to his dismay.  He continued to chug down what he could, more and more spilling out of the corner of his mouth, as she removed her right boot, and then, her sock.

She pressed her bare foot to his groin... and he wanted her to rub it up and down so badly that he audibly whined.

"Is that it?  Is this how something less than an animal gets off? With a foot?  Well then, show me.  Show me what you think it takes to reproduce."

As soon as she started to rub it up and down, he knew he wasn't going to be able to last long.  It throbbed and twitched with a need to blow... something that his stomach, at the moment, could strongly relate to.

"Are you going to try and get my foot pregnant?  Are you?  Go ahead, try... but there's a better chance you'll get pregnant, at this point..."

He was beyond the point of no return.  He was chugging animal semen and about to orgasm, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

"Yeah, fire off that useless semen while you chug down horse cum!  Cum like a good cum swallower!  What does the cow say?  Huh?  Say it!"

He couldn't hold it in.  He knew what the cow "said".  It was in his mouth.  And he gave her the answer she was looking for.  It spurted into the air and coated her foot as a good cup of warm animal jizz spurted into his mouth.

"Good boy!  The cow is a bull, so he doesn't say anything - he just fills a fucking jar with spunk, and I pump it into your cheating mouth while you cum!  Keep going!  Got any more, huh?  Gonna pay me back for my gracious deposit?  You got it all over my foot, are you going to lick it off?  Or do you only drink cum that you didn't shoot? Do you like drinking a piggy's load while you cum?  Huh?  Do you?"

Her hair was frazzled, and her hand was between her legs - it was obvious that she was on her own high as well.  He could see it running down her thigh.

"Keep swallowing!  Swallow all of it!  Goat, pig, horse, cow, dog, I don't care!  Drink it all down until your stomach looks pregnant!  Swallow my revenge, you little cum guzzling fuck!" she said, her leg quivering, her knees giving out under her.

Her face was flushed with sweat.   She watched him struggle to keep drinking it all down, green in the face, and put her face close to his, breathing erratically.

"Mmm... I was going to say you're dumped... but... we don't have to break up, you know.  I forgive you.  What do you say?" she asked, pushing his hair out of his face.  He looked at her, horrified.  "Either that, or this is a farewell present," she said pressing her hand against his bloated stomach.  "Enjoy."

When all was said and done, his stomach was hugely distended, and sloshed about from any movement.  As soon as she unhooked the hose, he burped, looking listless.

"Wow, you look ready to burst," she said, tapping his swollen belly, which made him turn even greener.  "It's like you've blown thousands of guys... now that I think about it, your lips just did more cheating than you ever did on your own.  Oh well."

She wiped her wet foot off on his face, and then put her sock and boot back on, while he watched, utterly stuffed with cum in the guts.

"Are we through?  Or have you learned the error of your ways?  I'll even cook you dinner.  Doesn't that sound nice?"

He nodded, defeated.  She opened up a floor cabinet and pulled out a bucket, then placed it in front of his knees.

"Puke out what you can.  Next time I tell you to behave, you behave, or I'll have you begging to drink semen instead."

She picked the remote off the floor and put it between her breasts for safe-keeping.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, if I'm going to be cooking dinner, I have some farms to visit."

- Majalis

Sunday, December 20, 2015

Sketch Factory Winners #11, 12, 13, 14

As you can probably tell, this blog is getting less love nowadays.  We'll be moving things to our tumblr, our twitter, our Patreon feed, our HF page, and ultimately, our website.  It's not quite dead yet, but if you're looking for real updates, those'd be the places to go.  Here are the last two months of Patreon sketch factory updates!

As always, yours, truly,

- Majalis

Thursday, October 29, 2015

Thursday, October 22, 2015

Chair Job - Patreon Sketch Factory #10

'Nother sketch factory post!  This one's the 10th - woo, double digits, baby!

- Majalis

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Jewel - Ortar

The Jewel Saga continues!!!

After the... experience with Om, Jewel was feeling a strange sort of levity.  She wondered if the lingering effects of the sap... lingered for longer than other intoxicants would, or if it was just that Om had proved far less ferocious and terrifying than she'd expected, and her relief put a spring in her step.  She felt the sap still slowly oozing out of her, and the knowledge that it was just that - tree sap - was a little less humiliating than... some of the more mammalian fluids she'd recently had drooling out of her butthole.  She recalled Jamar's leavings, hot and runny, which she had partially knocked out of her over-stuffed stomach as she rode him home, her swollen belly bouncing against him, her bloated bowels cramping around his runny pooch-goo.  In comparison, Om's tree-goo was... more palatable.  Being anally receptive for a dog was humiliating - being anally receptive for a tree was outside of that spectrum entirely.

Either way, when the stag dropped her off, not far from Robert's stables, Jewel was in a good mood.  She nuzzled the stag's snout, gave him a peck on his muzzle, and sent him off... and saw that he was in quite the good mood, too.  As she eyed the retreating stag's eager member, the dreamstone put an image in her mind that would have normally soured her mood, but she quickly shook it aside – the morning was beautiful, she wasn't very much sore from the previous day's encounter, her insides were well-flushed out, and she was in the mood for some pleasant company, so she went to see Robert and his daughters, skipping without reserve towards the scent of horse that the wind carried on the warm morning air. Even that smell didn't bother her, and as she got closer, the smell of smoked bacon and cooked eggs overcame it, just as the quaint cottage came into view.

She was full of pep as she knocked on the cottage door, and it was Leslie that answered.  Robert was sitting at their table, along with two younger girls, a solitary seat empty.

"Morning!” Robert called out, wiping some egg from his beard with his sleeve, before Leslie had a chance to react.

"Morning,” Jewel replied, and Leslie then realized who the guest at the door was.

"You're the one who borrowed Wolf,” she said, in a rhetorical tone.

Jewel nodded, and Leslie turned back to her father.  Robert waved for her to come in, and Leslie stood aside so that Jewel could enter, then closed the door behind her.

"What brings you here on this fine morning?” asked Robert, and Jewel was glad to hear that the morning was indeed fine, and that she wasn't just still drunk.

"I've just returned from some... er... business in the forest, and the steed they provided me brought me here,” she said, truthfully, albeit missing some crucial details about the nature of her stay, her return, and the manner of steed.

"A steed brought you here?   Perhaps it was one of mine.”

"I... doubt that,” she said, hesitantly.  She didn't think Robert was in the business of raising wild stags.  "It was a peculiar, foreign breed.”

"Hmm... perhaps it smelled my own stock and came close to investigate.  Either way, I'm glad it did.  Care to have breakfast with us?” he said, gesturing to the far, dark corner of the room, where Leslie absconded off to, returning with a dust covered chair just like all the others around the table.  She patted it down with a rag, and set it aside hers.  Jewel accepted the invitation, sitting down between Leslie's seat and a younger girl, opposite the little girl she'd seen before, with Robert at the other end, next to the littlest one.  Leslie retrieved a plate from the cupboard and placed it in front of Jewel, then remained standing to serve Jewel mushed egg from a bowl, but Robert raised his hand to stop her.  "I'll serve her, daughter.   You finish yours.”  With that, Leslie sat, and Robert reached across the table to serve Jewel some eggs, then plucked the last two strips of bacon off his plate and plopped them onto Jewel's.

Jewel was a little overwhelmed by his hospitality-  rarely, in her days before being 'Jewel', did a stranger offer her something for nothing in return, and with such grace and magnanimity.  In her exuberance, she clasped Robert's hand.

"Thanks so much for everything, Robert.  You've been... really kind.”

"To be flattered by a pretty young girl is all the thanks I need,” he said, scratching his cheek with his other hand.  As he sat back down, his eldest daughter shot him a look.  "What?” he said, indignantly, when he saw her face, "I'm old, not dead.”

"A man your age shouldn't be 'flattered' by a girl as young as your daughter,” she said, although she gave Jewel a sympathetic look.

"My eldest daughter.  Who was birthed when I was still a beardless lad!” he said, although his angry justifications gave way to shame when he looked back to Jewel and realized what he was saying.  Jewel smiled at him, pleasantly.   He didn't know she was actually a boy, nor that he wasn't... exactly... Jewel's type.  If he had a harmless crush on her, she didn't mind, although that might still have been the sap talking.

The two younger daughters, a teenager and a young girl, looked glib and excited, respectively, as Jewel caught their eyes.

"Ah, forgive me.  This my youngest daughter, Liz,” he said, patting the head of the young, freckled girl, "and this is Lindsay, my second daughter.”

"Hiya!” said Lindsay, with a single wave of her hand.   Jewel had the feeling she knew something that she wasn't saying.

"Hi,” said the littlest one, bashful to speak.

"This is Jewel.  She's a bit of a traveller, and she's treated our horses well, so treat her well, y'hear?”

The two girls nodded.  Leslie peered at Jewel, as if trying to work something out, but when Jewel looked at her, she turned red-faced and looked away.

After that, they ate breakfast in relative silence.  Jewel thanked Robert again when she'd had her full – it was good to have some meat in her that wasn't still attached to a living creature, and some milk that was actually milk – like, from a cow.  As Leslie gathered up the plates, she took Jewel's in hand and spoke.

"Did anything... happen to Wolf, when you had him?”

Jewel thought about it.  "Nothing in particular.  I rode him a little hard for about a day, but he seemed fit enough.   Why?”

Robert waved his hand in the air dismissively, stifling a belch.

"Oh, Wolf's been a bit odd since you had him.  Has no interest in the mares anymore, although I'm sure that's a bit of coincidence.  Maybe he spotted a wild mare that caught his fancy.”

Jewel suddenly felt very hot, in an uncomfortable way.  She slipped a finger under her choker and pulled it aside, flushed.  She doubted that Wolf had spotted a wild mare that caught his fancy... she knew, quite well, that her bottom seemed to cross the species barrier when it came to attracting fancy.

"Don't you mind it.  Here, after I fetch some water from the well, I'll give you a tour of the stables.  You two girls attend your chores, now,” he said, and the youngest two, excused from the dinner table, jumped off the chairs and ran out, the older one inspecting Jewel's face up close before she left.

"Do you need help with the water?” Jewel asked, and Robert shook his head.

"Old, not dead,” he repeated, smirking. "Take a look at the stable on your own.  I'll be right there after.”

Jewel nodded, and Robert scratched his beard, looking lost in thought, as he half-waddled off to the well.  Jewel had seen the front of Robert's stables, but never inside... the last time she'd been in stables had been quite... uncomfortable.

The inside of the stables smelled stronger than the outside.   It wasn't a bad smell... it wasn't a good smell either, though.  There were only a handful of horses; nothing like the royal stables, but warm and inviting in a way that was worth so much more.

Jewel approached Wolf, and was... pleased to see that he wasn't obviously pleased to see her, although he did take notice of her, and turned his head to get a good look at her.

Experimentally, Jewel turned around, and then watched Wolf over her shoulder.  While the stallion didn't react noticeably, she saw, much to her chagrin, that something underneath him began to stir visibly.  It filled until drooping, and then remained that way, the stallion's rapt attention on Jewel.   To further the experiment, Jewel steadied herself on the far wall of the stable and bent at the waist... and as soon as she did, the creature's stirring mass became a long, thick, rigid thing, full mast and rapt for mating.   And that wasn't all that happened: only a few seconds after that physiological miracle, Wolf himself stood at attention – that is, he hooked his front legs on top of the stable door and thrust his rigid member through the bars of it, and it slid along the horizontal bar, up into some imaginary mare's guts, Jewel imagined.  It was the second time she'd swallowed, hard, upon seeing a horse and his... boy.  She remembered the first time – that first night, prior to the morning auction, when she'd first regained her "freedom”.  That stallion had mounted another male horse, and although she wasn't sure if it had successfully penetrated it, she guessed that a cursory examination of its asshole would have cleared that ambiguity right up.  She hadn't gotten a chance to, nor was she sure if she really wanted to know.  A cursory examination of her bottom after her stay with Jamar likely would have, as well; she could still remember the popping sound it had made when he pulled the knot free, like a champagne cork, and it had felt open for a while afterwards.  And Jamar's knot had only stretched it open very briefly – she would bet that a thing like that would stretch it quite a bit more consistently.   She remembered who had gotten into a bidding war with Om, and again, the dreamstone gave her a vision, and again, she embarrassedly waved it away.  She sympathized with the mares in their stables, but definitely didn't want to play the part of one.  She stood upright, just in time for Robert to enter the stables.

Jewel straightened up even more and spun around, to hide what she'd been doing.  Now directly facing the beast's thing, she made a quick measurement with her eyes... and, with a bit of a flush and a sweat, she realized she could feel her insides uncomfortably fitting such a thing - whether that was a trick of the dreamstone or her own imagination, she didn't know.  She tightened up her sphincter best she could - which, now that Jamar had his way with her, she felt was less than it had been before - but could still feel the phantom gut-filling, going knock-kneed.  The pressure disappeared, and she sighed, but then, with her hands lifting into the air of their own accord, she felt her shit getting pushed in more than ever, and her eyes crossed... and then, nothing.

It had happened all at once, and Jewel was suddenly flush with sweat.  Jewel knew she had a mission - there was no way horsemeat could become part of her "diet".

"Get down, Wolf.  What are you doing?” he said, apparently not noticing Wolf's honking schlong, pointed straight at Jewel.  Wolf dismounted from the door, disappointed.  "He's normally so well-behaved," Robert said, apologetically, and Jewel shook her head.

"I have that effect on m..." she said, about to say "men," but, of course, Wolf wasn't a man. " steeds."

"Well, he's certainly taken a liking to you," Robert said, and Jewel hid her face behind her hand.  He certainly did.


Once Jewel had returned to the city, an informant told her that the new auction wouldn't be for several days, and that Jewel should find "work" for herself.  He said it with a certain grin under his cowl, but Jewel had no intention to "work" more than she needed to - her occupation was still "thief," after all.

Soon, Jewel was getting back into her old routine - older than jewel thief; she had regressed into a common cutpurse.  Less glamorous, for sure, but it put food on the table - a table that she also stole from a wealthy merchant's house by pretending she was one of his servants, and then one of his enforcers when the servants found her out.  It brought a touch of class to the small sewer hovel she'd claimed - previously no doubt occupied by workers, now long abandoned, but the smell wasn't too bad, it was difficult to spot the entrance even if you brought light down into the tunnels, and it was large enough to fit Jewel and all of her worldly possessions, which, admittedly, were little.  She slept there in lieu of Madam Lestrie's, as though she'd met a kind half-Taarshi girl named Xera there, Lestrie herself was barely more civil and pleasant than Jamar.

As far as Jewel was aware, Veritas' informant didn't know where her hideout was, because whenever he visited her - mostly to bring her new, equally fabric-lite clothing - it was outside of the sewer.   That made it a place all her own, for what that was worth... and a potential place to hide if the need should arise.

Every night, the dreamstone sent her visions... well, not visions, really, mostly sounds.  Neighing... a man laughing as hoofbeats grew louder... a squelching noise that made her stomach hurt... a -different- squelching noise that made her stomach hurt even more.  And then, a third, one that relieved some of the tension in her belly.

Dreamstone visions aside, her nights were full of sleep, because she did her best thieving during the day.  Of course, If anyone caught a glimpse of what she was wearing under ther cloak, the attention made it more difficult to steal anything... unless that person was the only person who noticed, and then stealing from them, Jewel found, was even easier.

Every morning, she picked a different purse.  Well, that wasn't entirely true.  The one blacksmith's apprentice she picked multiple times.  A fresh-faced, fair-haired lad he was, whose purse was light, but who guarded it with the tenacity normally reserved for yawning or idlly scratching your chin.  The first time Jewel stole from him, he had a small collection of coins, and he had watched Jewel's face with lurid fascination.  The next time, she worried that he would recognize her, but he pointedly looked away from her after he caught a glimpse of her face.  Jewel worried it was a trap, and approached him cautiously, careful not to let him grab her wrist or otherwise subdue her once she'd nicked it - to her surprise, he'd looked right at her after she'd hidden away his newly-liberated purse into her bag, and... smiled shyly.  There were more coins that time, and Jewel decided it might be worth it to pay a visit to the young blacksmith's apprentice more often.

Aside from just subsisting, Jewel plotted.   She bought and haggled for pieces of information about Jayden, his current dealings and his vices and his common whereabouts.  Like Jewel, he had a tendency to keep a lower profile... except when he didn't, extravagantly.  Unlike Jewel, he wasn't wearing outfits that would make a whore blush, and, one more than one occasion, did.

Day after day passed, until, finally, Veritas's informant, the same as before, appeared before Jewel and told her that her presence was required that night for another auction.  Jewel took the news with a certain sinking despondence - Om hadn't been as bad as expected as an ordeal, even if she did still get thoroughly plundered in the rear, but there was no guarantee the next "suitor" wouldn't be worse than expected, and there were several for which expectations were already horrifically low.

Nevertheless, she arrived to the auction site to again find suitors assembled, Veritas attending to them and shutting down arguments between them while keeping a foot abreast of the cask of butter.

Jewel looked over the collection: Kelshey, Jamar, and Om were not present, as expected, and neither was the dragon, the troll, or the ogre.  That left the centaur, the merman, the... slime, and, to Jewel's great relief, Merrybelle the Succubus.

Unfortunately, while she lit up when she saw Jewel, she refrained from bidding, leaving the bidding between the two remaining beastmen - and a slime that Jewel was absolutely certain was asleep.  Did slimes sleep?

In terms of who Jewel preferred - the answer was obvious.  The merman was terrifying in his own right, by temperament and by the massive spear (literally) that he haule with him, but Jewel knew exactly what awaited her with Ortar, and that was the kind of penis-hole mismatch that bards sung songs about.  Even if Jewel had been female, a horse was a horse, of course of course.  And she wasn't - all things considered, Jewel was still very much male, and that meant taking the centaur anally, and that was unthinkable.

And then, the merman, looking at least a little murderous, turned away and stomped off, leaving Ortar the unambiguous winner of the auction.

Jewel hadn't been the same since Jamar.  Not in any deep sense, although perhaps in some ways seeing the beastmen up close had given Jewel a bit of an education - though that applied to the elves and the enchanted forest as well - but definitely being with Jamar had altered Jewel in a intimate, if subtle way.  Mostly because of that damned knot.

But, seeing Ortar win the bid, suddenly, she felt it return to its old tightness very quickly.   It made an audible squeaking noise.

"You're going to need this," Veritas said, in the slimy way that only he could, as he wrapped his knuckles against the side of the barrel.

Jewel had never looked at a cask of butter so unfavourably.  Sure, it was her savior, but if it weren't there, it wouldn't be -possible- to... do the thing that it would facilitate.  She'd seen Ortar's anatomy.  She knew he was half-man, half-horse, all horse.  And, from what she'd briefly seen, he was hung like a horse by horse standards.  This was a mating that was not, at all, what their goddess had intended.

"Ortar is winning!" he yelled, sounding far too excited for the attempted murder he wanted to commit with his dick.  "Ortar wins broodmare!"

Jewel didn't like the sound of that.  She didn't consider Ortar to be a genius, but she hadn't considered that he might not realize that he couldn't put ponies in her.  That was a fundamental stupidity she wasn't prepared for.  Although, that might mean that he'd back down when he realized that Jewel wasn't about to be mommy to horsemen any time soon.

"Come, two-legged one!  The night is young!  We ride!" he said, and Jewel wordlessly walked to his side.  Without a saddle or stirrups, she had no idea how she was going to get on top of him, much less ride him.

Veritas had thought of this, apparently.  He called for a servant to bring him something, and when they returned, it was with a saddle attached to what looked like a harness - Jewel recognized that it was probably for the cask.

Ortar reared up when he saw it.  "Ortar not horse!  Ortar not wanting this!"

Veritas remained calm, despite the massive centaur's obvious fury.   "Yes, but, she is not used to riding bareback," he said, and Jewel saw him stifle a snicker.  "She will be much more comfortable this way, and you will as well for transporting this cask.  Without it, there will be no 'breeding' taking place."

Ortar considered it, looking from the cask, to the saddle, to Jewel, and then back to the saddle.  "Ortar not like it," he said, but did not move... acting much like an obedient horse.   Veritas nodded to the servant, and he fastened the saddle to Ortar, not without difficulty - he seemed afraid of the centaur warlord, which, given the title "warlord", was perhaps appropriate.

Hauling the cask up into the harness proved a two man job, and Jewel took some satisfaction in watching Veritas struggling with it, cursing when some poor footing slid him under, covering his otherwise immaculate clothing in dirt.  He stood, helped the servant fasten it into place, and then called for the back gate that they'd been using to be opened, making sure to give Jewel a knowing look as he did.

When all was said and done, Jewel noticed that the saddle still had no stirrups, but before she could even open her mouth to ask how she was getting on top, Ortar reached down and hoisted her up, depositing her unceremoniously into the saddle.  Then, before she could comment about this development, he took off, quickly hastening to a breakneck pace, through the gate, and into the city outskirts.

He didn't have quite as explosive and powerful stride as Jamar, but nevertheless, he was faster - much faster than any horse (or stag) that Jewel had ever been on, and she had lean forward in the saddle to keep herself stable.  Again, she found herself on the back of a beastman, riding through the cool night air, only the destination this time was not the cliffs by the ocean, but the grasslands, and what awaited her there... well, that was similar, but the difference was something she didn't want to think about.  Although the dreamstone didn't help with that.

She awoke to the warmth of the sun on her face, and the smell of grass.   Somehow, during the ride, she'd fallen asleep, and now was laying on her back in the grass.  She sat up, and her view was barely above it, looking out at an endless field, shimmering yellow in the breeze and the sun.  It was such a placcid scene that she relaxed momentarily... only to tense up at the sound of hoofbeats.

In a matter of moments, despite there being no one in sight just before, she was surrounded by centaurs, each more brutish and intimidating than the last.  Jewel was nervous for a number of reasons - centaurs were known for their brutality, and in particular for making meat out of humans who blundered into their territory, or were in the bad fortune of living in areas that a centaur clan claimed as their territory.   Putting that aside, as the centaurs that surrounded her didn't seem ready for violence, Jewel know found herself absolutely surrounded by centaurs, all male, none of them in a state of obvious non-arousal, some quite the opposite.    There were no less than ten of them - Jewel hadn't mentally prepared herself for the possibility of Ortar stuffing it up her butt yet; if they planned on making her get on her knees and lining up behind her, she was going to swallow her own tongue.

Fortunately, one grunted and pointed in a direction, and as Jewel shielded her eyes from the sun, she saw that there was a small structure without walls a small hike away.  Juding by how fast Ortar could move, she judged that it might take him less than a shanty to get there, but for her, a short bard's tale.

Although some of the centaur were visibly... at attention, none menaced her as she made her way to the structure, and when she got within a rock's throw of it, the largest of them called something out in a langauge Jewel didn't recognize, and they all reared up and turned around, galloping off from whence they came.   Jewel then heard a familiar voice.

"Brooadmare of Ortar!  How was sleep?"

Jewel's good mood evaporated as soon as she saw that, like some of his lieutenants, Ortar was more than happy to see her.  "I slept on the ground," Jewel said, seeing that the wall-less structure resembled a gazebo, and had a few furnishings, but nothing resembling a bed.  Ortar waved her into it, surprisingly genial, and Jewel was happy to get out of the sun - it certainly took the chill out of the air, but she'd been lying in it for a few hours, likely.  The floor of the structure was wood, even though there wasn't a tree around for miles, it looked.  Ortar's hoofs clopped against the wood loudly.  As far as opulent royal palaces went, it was on a lower level than even Jamar's humble man-wolf-cave.

"So did Ortar.  Is good ground.  Good," he said, missing the point majestically.  "Food?"

Jewel blinked, not realizing she'd been asked a question.  "Oh, yes, I'm hungry."

Ortar called out a word, and again, almost instantaneously, other centaur appeared, some carrying baskets with fruit, tubers, and... hay.  Oddly, there was no meat.

Each one laid their basket at Ortar's feet, and then left without being dismissed.  When the last had finished (carrying a large bowl with water in it), there were seven baskets and two bowls of water, far more food and drink than Jewel would possibly stomach.

Jewel hesitated to kneel down to eat any of it, even after Ortar himself knelt and started to grab fistfulls of food.  But she was hungry, so it didn't take long for her to give up on being invited.

"Can I have some?"

Ortar looked up, his mouth stuffed full, and chunks of chewed fruit tumbled out of his mouth as he looked, surprised, at Jewel.  "Eat, eat!" he demanded, pointing to the basket full of fruit nearest to Jewel.

Jewel carefully sat down on the floor, then helped herself to some bread and a squishy melon.

"Ortar clan is all clan.  All Ortar see is being his," he said, and Jewel was well aware that Ortar could currently see her.  "You are guest; Ortar is having nothing you are not having."

Jewel knew that was true in a few ways that Ortar didn't intend.  Then again, Jewel didn't have a horse cock.  Jewel nodded at the hospitality, and then started to eat in silence.  Eventually, she'd gorged herself, but Ortar continued to eat, so she just waited.  Eventually, she broke the silence.

"So, what are you planning to do with me?" she said, facing the issue head-on.  She clutched the dreamstone to her chest, and tried to ignore the vision that it gave her.  She watched Ortar thinking - a difficult task, it seemed - and then he spit out a pit.

"First, Ortar feed.  Then, we ride from clan of Hegtar to clan of Raktar - all of Ortar land.  And then, we play game, and if Ortar win, Ortar mate."

Jewel had feared this conversation. "You understand I'm a boy, right?"

"Ortar understand.  Ortar wanting to breed anyway.  What is being between Ortar's hindlegs does not care," he said, and that was that.  It took Ortar a while to finish, but he finished all the remaining food they'd been brought, and then stood, stomped around a bit, and gestured for Jewel to come to him, at which point he hoisted her up and deposited her on his back again - and then, just as suddenly, took off in a run.

They rode under the noon sun for maybe an hour before Ortar looked back at Jewel, and then pointed to the distance, across a massive lake.  "That is clan of Hegtar, lake warriors," he said, and Jewel could see at the extreme end of her vision a few figures - likely centaurs.  The visit to the clan of Hegtar was shortlived, as Ortar made a turn, almost an about-face, and then took off in that direction.

It was a few hours of riding later, and Jewel's rear was thoroughly sore by then, that Ortar stopped at the edge of a cliff that Jewel hadn't seen until he'd done so, and she nearly jumped off of him in surprise when she did.  "Clan of Raktar.   Forest warriors."

Though she'd heard Ortar had dominion over the grasslands, from the cliff, she could see a wide tract of forested land that Ortar at least seemed to think he had claim to.  It was a massive area, although sparsely populated, and she doubted that the centaurs were the only ones using the land.  Still, given the stretch of land she'd been shown, Ortar's claimed domain was massive - perhaps ten or fifteen times the size of Ironia's capital city.

"Now, to the sun hills, where we will play our game," he said, turning about, though Jewel looked over her shoulder to admire the view.

While they rode to the sun hills, Ortar laid out the rules of his "game".

"Game is simple.  You run, Ortar chase.  If you are escaping Ortar, Ortar will not be telling anyone.  Ortar will not making you his mare... although, Ortar is having many mares," he quickly added, although it struck Jewel as patently untrue.  Jewel hadn't seen a single female centaur yet.  "If Ortar catch you, we mate, back in Ortar palace."

Jewel was distracted by the sweeping hills before her - the name was apt, as they were filled with sun-yellow grass, lit intermittently by the nearly-setting sun as the winds blew across them.  Ortar let Jewel dismount him, and she prepared to run as fast as her legs could take her.

"Ortar give you a ten second lead, and then Ortar is giving chase.  And then, Ortar will catch you, and Ortar will breed you," he said, matter-of-factly.  When Jewel didn't begin to run, he gave her a light kick on the rear with his foreleg.  "Run, mare, run!"

Jewel didn't need to be told twice.  She took off in a sprint - but then, for all her agility, Jewel was never the fastest runner.

Even if she could outrun him for a second, and she couldn't, there was nowhere to escape to.   Just endless fields of hills and grass.   She ran as fast as she could, anyway, and then faster than that when she heard the hoof-beats, muffled by grass, begin.

Her footfalls suddenly stopped touching ground, and she realized she'd been hoisted up by her flimsy top, and she began to kick to try and escape his grasp.  "Haha!  Caught you!" he cried out in triumph.  "What a thrill!  Again, again!" he said, and then dropped Jewel to the dirt, where she immediately scrambled and started to flee.  She didn't know why he'd offered her a second chance, but she wasn't about to squander it.  Only... with much less of a head-start this time, he quickly caught her again.  And, just like that, released her again.

The third time, though, as she climbed a hill, scrambling up a few rocks that she knew Ortar couldn't climb, she saw something in the distance, atop another hill– her salvation.  She wasn't sure if she could make it, but she had to try, or the jewel's protection or no, Ortar's visible erection was going to destroy her insides.  A dog had been bad enough – a horse was too much, whether it had a man's upper half or not.  She didn't want ‘buttfucked to death by horse' on her tombstone, but she didn't want ‘fucked in the ass by a horsecock and survived' on her résumé either.  Getting mounted by Ortar would, in some ways, be a fate worse than death.  She wasn't a mare, she was a human being, with thoughts, and feelings, and a small asshole. If the gods had been on point, maybe they wouldn't have been sexually compatible at all... but the way things seemed, it was likely butter would solve any of those ‘problems'.

As she ran the dreamstone beat against her chest, and each time, she had a sudden flash - no vision, just a sensation that nearly made her lose her footing.  Finally, though, she reached the tree, and dug her nails into the bark as she scrambled up it.  Ortar yelled out - not quite a cry of rage, more one of frustration with a tinge of an accusation of foul play.

"Ohh!   Mares can not climb trees!  Come down!"

"I'm not a mare!" Jewel called down, securing herself on a branch well out of his reach.   "And I'm not coming down!   Not for a day and night!"

"This is... cheating!  You are a cheat!  Ortar will not stand for this!" he said, his hoof beating the ground.

Suddenly emboldened, Jewel shifted on the tree - so that instead, Ortar was staring up at her big, round backside.  "Too bad!" she said, taunting him.  She laughed - she'd escaped!   And then, she heard him call out as he had before, and she felt satisfied... until the whole tree shook.  She grabbed hold of the branch, so as to not fall, but then the tree shook once more, and her grip slipped, and she fell.

The dreamstone flashed a vision as she fell, one involving butter, whinnying, and a block of ice.  When she came to, she found herself not on the ground, but in Ortar's arms, and her rear hurt.

"Our cats sometimes climb this tree.  I know how to get them out of it," he said, and she felt his powerful legs kick behind him.  "I have caught you three times.  The game is over."

She sighed.  Mooning Ortar had proven a mistake.   Showing off her big bottom led to it hurting... and then all the color faded from her face as she realized how true that was.
They returned to Ortar's "palace" by nightfall.  Jewel dismounted Ortar, although she knew it wouldn't be long before they reversed who was mounting who.  The cask of butter that they'd brought with them had been wrenched open and strung up horizontally, so that much of it had poured onto the ground.

"Are you ready to be bred?" he asked her, and she shook her head.

"You know, as a human, I could offer you... other things," Jewel said, and though she briefly considered offering him one up the hole beneath his tail, she didn't think he'd go for it.

He didn't say anything, or move.  Jewel reached underneath, and grabbed hold of it, and began to stroke it.  Something about the experience made her feel... like she was performing animal husbandry.

Before her... ‘existence' as Jewel, she'd never seen a horse cock up close before... or any cock aside from her own, really.  She ran her fingers along it... it pulsed with so much intensity... looking at the thickness at the tip, Jewel realized she'd have to unhinge her jaw to get it in her mouth... so much for that idea.  She tried to satisfy him with her hand, but he quickly grew bored, and demanded that she get on her hands and knees.

Jewel's clothing had apparently been selected by Veritas on the basis of ease of access, so rather than disrobing, she unfastened the flap that covered her rear.  Though she was horrified by what she was being asked to do, this wasn't her first time at the rodeo, at this point, and she knew acquiescing was going to make it easier than not.  That being said, it was her first time even considering taking something of that size and shape where the sun most definitely doesn't shine, so while she confidently hoisted her ass in the air, on the inside, she was anything but calm.

Ortar kneeled behind her, grabbed both of her cheeks, and stared straight into her rear.  Jewel wasn't used to this level of 'inspection.'  There was almost something... domesticated about it... that, is, until Ortar barked a command for her to "wink”.  Jewel didn't know what that meant, but she could guess... she pushed out, feeling her anus pucker slightly, and Ortar grunted his approval.  He let go of her, and she saw him prance off... to the cask.  She looked away as he defiled it, and then returned, looking quite greased up and ready to go, with hands full of the stuff as well, which soon found their way to Jewel's backside.

She felt Ortar's flared tip slam against her rear entrance once, engulfing it, making her face turn pale.  It was as thick as a fist, she realized... and the thickness wasn't what scared her, although it didn't help.  It was one thing to have a sore, stretched ass... it was another entire to have... well, to get fucked in the ass by a horse.  Jewel couldn't decide if it was better or worse that he was sentient... but either way, she was taking a horse-cock anally, and that wasn't something people normally do.

Even a butter-coated horse cock was still a horse-cock.  Jewel knew that if he gained purchase, she'd long for the days she spent after Jamar gave her a thorough butt plundering, worrying that her little boyhole would never return to its maiden tightness.  She still had hope that, maybe after a month, the lingering effect of Jamar's overzealous interspecies anal fuck would disappear entirely, and her body wouldn't remember that one time she sat on a dog's knot and spun while moaning like the mayor's daughter.

She had no such hope that, if she added "butt-blasted by centaur" to her resume, her hole would ever return to normal.  She'd heard the myths about the stablehand who rubbed a mare's juices on their rear and was forevermore incontinent.   If there was a grain of truth to that story, it's that if a horse's cock enters a human butthole, neither of them are again the same, particularly the butthole.

Philosophy aside, Jewel was in a predicament that required action, as only her quick wits could escape her from a fate that involved, at the very least, walking funny for days.  Her buttered hole and Ortar's buttered, flared cockhead were kissing, but it was only a matter of time before their schoolyard antics led to some... deeper intimacy.

"Hey, Ortar--" she started, in an attempt to distract the centaur from his attempts at anal congregation, before she felt all of the wind leave her lungs.  Ortar had reared his hip back and then lunged it forward, slamming the behemoth into Jewel's upturned backdoor.  He hadn't made purchase, but he had succeeded in making Jewel's diaphragm seize up, rendering her unable to say anything.

The flared tip didn't seem to understand that a peg can't fit into a hole smaller than it, so they spent a while with just his cock spewing precum onto her unyielding starfish, the rest of his head pressing into it like some kind of obscene kiss.  Jewel was thankful for the extra lubrication, but was less thankful for the horse dick... which she knew would inevitably win that battle.  Her asshole's time was numbered, and if there was a more embarrassing, terrifying countdown, Jewel hadn't taken part in it.

"Oh..." was all she got out of his name before, again, she lost her air, but this time, the stalemate had broken.  From the outside, Ortar's hunk of meat was stuck between Jewel's fat cheeks, but Jewel could feel from the intense pressure that her entire rectum was full, and her colon was already in the process of being straightened out.

If she thought she had the wind knocked out of her before, that had been nothing compared to the breathlessness she now experienced.  She noiselessly made an "ooh" face, comically underselling how she felt in her shock.

Finally, her reflexes kicked in, her mouth opened wide in a silent scream, and her hand found its way back to the shaft sticking halfway out from between her cheeks and grabbed hold of it tightly, trying desperately to slow or halt its entry further.

It twitched, and nearly lifted Jewel off of the ground.  Each pulse sent a shockwave through her body until it came out of her mouth as an unintelligible "buh".  If she wasn't quite a mare in physiology, she'd at least been rendered as dumb as one.

It pushed her internal organs out of the way as it sunk deeper in.  It lurched so far into her intestines that Jewel was certain she was dreaming.  She could feel it poking her belly out, stretching her abdomen outward, but her tight ring gobbled up more and more of the slick shaft with no end in sight.  It gripped tightly, so that when he did pull out a ways suddenly, as his thrusts were erratic, her butt pulled with it, but then he lurched forward again and it reached even more depraved depths.  Jewel's only hope at this point was that, when his belly finally touched against her butt, his cock didn't force its way up out of her mouth.  Rationally, she knew that was impossible, but there was something about a foot and a half of horse dick straightening out your colon that made the impossible seem possible.  She'd rather have admitted to sleeping with Kelshey a hundred times than admit having been sodomized by a horse... and if anyone found out that she'd been made into Ortar's mare, the embarrassment would make her explode... if Ortar's shithole-invading horsemeat didn't make her explode first.

The fact that it was her shithole made it so much worse - it hadn't really bothered her as much with Kelshey or Jamar, but here, the -pointlessness- of the act was on full display, as even if centaurs and humans could interbreed, Ortar was threatening to pump his regal pony goo in a place that wasn't likely to bear many fruit, and Jewel would just be stuck dumping it out, likely still warm, at her convenience.  Jewel's butthole wasn't meant for breeding, and yet, it was being bred.

And she couldn't even think of him as a centaur.  His entire human half was out of view, and he wasn't saying anything.  She struggled to put his face in her mind's eye, because otherwise, this was a simple act of bestiality.  Jewel was being anally defiled by a horse, not a horseman, but a horse.  And if Jewel had to keep Ortar's mug in mind while his cock reamed open her sphincter and gave her straightened-out intestines a thorough massage, just to put the "man" in "horseman", it was worth it.

She had endured being under Kelshey as he plugged her soft butt from behind, an act that, now that Jewel was thinking about it, made it easier to think of herself with female pronouns.  She had to some degree been beneath Jamar... but she was well and truly underneath Ortar.   She was holding onto his forelegs and having her fat ass violated by his horsecock, and the dreamstone was doing an excellent job showing her doing that again, and again, and again.  Like it was whispering to her "this is what you're meant for."  Jewel didn't fancy herself an elven boytoy, or a wolfman's bitchboy, but she especially didn't fancy herself horse's cumdump, or her asshole a mare-pussy substitute for horsecock.

But, if the shoe fit...

The one "saving grace,” if it could be called that, was that he couldn't thrust all the way in and out at once... but his erratic, frenzied shitter-stuffing was hardly an improvement.  It lurched in and out of her bowels, and even at its shallowest it was still thicker and deeper than most human cocks would be.  Her intestinal muscles didn't know what to do with it, and so she cramped, painfully, and the friction of the massive thing sliding in and out was rubbing each individual ring raw, and the thickness of it was stretching each individual ring beyond recognition.  Humans were not made for receiving anal sex from horses, she thought, and each syllable of that thought was punched into her entrails.  The sounds she was making, however, were distinctly inhuman, guttural grunts and whines and groans and squeaks, incoherent gibberish that all meant the same thing - this horse cock doesn't fit in my ass.  Humiliation aside - and that was a lot to put aside, her insides just couldn't accomodate it, and they were being made to in a way that made her not envy gay horses.  When Ortar bottomed out, she thought she would die, the wind knocked out of her, and when he nearly slipped free, she begged for the momentary reprieve, but it never came, as the shaft of the horsecock slipped inside again, buried in her tight, aching hole, which it was stretching nearly as wide during the entire ordeal as Jamar's knot had at its thickest - Jewel felt like she was being fisted by a cock.  Of course, just an inch below where her hole was entertaining an equine guest, her own boypart was reacting in its own, misguided way.
Unfortunately, the erratic thrusting made it hard for Jewel to predict the thrusts, and the sudden prostate-punching and hole-stretching and tunnel-spelunking left her in a state of arousal that she wouldn't admit to under penalty of death.  She was leaking so much precum into the dirt that her knees were starting to sink into the mud that contained all of her misguided sperm.  She knew it was very likely she was going to cum hands-free, but she fought it off as best she could.  Which... wasn't enough.  Jewel felt her balls tense up as they prepared to make someone else a mommy, not knowing the kind of sex or the configuration of the participants.  She grit her teeth and tried to think of anything that would distract her, anything at all, but the reality was she was being buttfucked, and nothing was going to be able to distract her from that long enough to keep her boybits from joining on the fun.  Groaning in defeat, she closed her eyes, bit her lip, and gave the ground a facial.

She let Ortar's face fall from her mind as she ejaculated, spraying all of her horse-induced semen into the dirt and moaning like a bitch (mare?) in heat.  The intensity of the anal stimulation made it impossible to just focus on her orgasm, and her entire body wracked with the sensation.   If Ortar noticed a difference in tightness, he didn't react to it, instead continuing to fuck the shit out of her ass just as he had been, which was such that one moment, she had her rectum full of horse dick, then the next moment, it was nearly empty, and then the next, her rectum and colon were both bursting with it, and the pressure on her diaphragm made it impossible to breathe.  Her nails dug into the dirt as she fired more globs into it, trickling her semen into the mud with no ability whatsoever to stop herself.  It went on and on, and Jewel suddenly found that her finger was in her mouth, covered in dirt, and that her hand had gone from Ortar's shaft to her own round, squishy cheek, which she was pulling aside so that the pace of the horsedick pumping into her ass was that much faster, and could give her that much more stimulation from the backside, resulting in a white rain that she was 100% certain must have been the dreamstone's fault.  By the time it ceased, she was already half-limp.

Then, she collapsed into the mud.   A smile crept onto her face.  Anal oblivion be damned, she just had, in her admittedly limited experience, the best anally-induced orgasm of her life.  She knew she'd be embarassed, mortified in a moment when the euphoria wore off, but for now, her balls were empty, and that was... pretty nice.  She had to hand it to Ortar - skill or not, he'd managed to get her off through brute force.

She numbly felt the shaft erratically jump inside of her, and let out a slightly pained groan.  She hoped Ortar was soon to finish... although she wasn't looking forward to what him "finishing" meant.  She held out hope that he might accidentally withdraw... but that hope was dashed a moment later, when she heard Ortar roar, and felt a fire erupt in her belly, and in surprise, grabbed onto Ortar's forelegs.

She thought she was about to vomit up horsecum.  If Jewel had been overwhelmed by Jamar's output, Ortar's ejaculation was so forceful it stung.  She felt it spray out and fill her gut, which made her sprinkle the floor in an utterly bewildering display of sympathetic creaming, and then felt more of it glug out into her already ballooning belly, a veritable deluge of horsecum that would have made any mare pregnant if she saw it.  Jewel felt absolutely sick, feeling it glug out into her bloated intestines more and more, and the way that Ortar was jerking in and out meant that every inch of her fun tunnel was being basted... and deep inside, it was pooling into a lake that would have made her nauseous even if it wasn't mostly horse sperm... it squirted out around his cock as he continued to pump it into her, and Jewel gripped tightly onto his forelegs as her belly visible sagged and bloated beneath her... her "reward” for a breeding well done.  Her stomach gurgled in protest, but there was little she could do about it; even with all the pressure in her gut, her butt was still almost totally plugged by the long shaft of a horse cock.  She was being bred, thoroughly, and felt equally disgusted, horrified, and <3 about it.  It was a stomachache she would not soon forget.  Ortar was still ejaculating when he pulled it out, and it was immediately joined by a quart of horsecum that visibly deflated Jewel's belly, although it was still quite round, sore, and full.  Jewel swallowed her shame and pushed it out, it emptying in a river as Jewel lay her head down in the warm mud, and Ortar dismounted.

Ortar used his human hands to inspect the fruit of his labor, spreading her cheeks apart, and Jewel lay there, defeated.  She had no idea why he was even bothering - she could feel that her hole was, at least temporarily, large enough to stick a fist in without touching anything.

"Wink!" he demanded, and Jewel had no idea what he meant, but tried to close her hole anyway... somehow, this caused her to spasm, and a quart of horse-goo shot out of her and into his face, which caused him to rear back and curse.  "Gah!  Ortar was not meaning... ugh.  Mare did good."

Jewel lay face-down, ass-up in the very mud she had made, and her hole felt absolutely cavernous.  She was pretty sure anyone viewing her from behind could see out of her mouth.  She had no interest in standing or moving at all.

She knew Ortar had a intelligence but it really felt like she'd been fucked by an animal - there was no real difference.  She got fucked by a horse... and she knew now that was entirely possible.

She had been wrong that it might be 'as bad' as Jamar.  Even ignoring that Jamar's thickness was temporary and barely thicker, the state of her goophole left little doubt that she hadn't just been fucked by a horsecock - she'd been fucked in the ass by a horse.  She might tell someone what had transpired between her and Kelshey, and, if under duress, confess to being Jamar's anally-receptive bitch...boy... but this was a humiliation that no other soul could ever know about.  With her insides bloated and soggy and sore, and her ass open and winking in the air, she felt exactly like a bred barnyard animal, and at least they had the dignity of not having all of that animal semen in the hole that they shit from.  Well, except chickens.  Technically.

But she'd done it.  She'd taken it in the ass from a horse.  And yeah, that had made her spew, but that didn't change that she'd pulled it off.  And, while she would never seek out the experience on her own, she wasn't exactly stressing about "her" manhood or "her" dignity when "she" hit her climax.    It was a strange thing to feel pride in, but Jewel couldn't help it - how many could say they'd been fucked by a centaur warlord and made it through with a few bumps and scrapes?  Sure, she wouldn't shit right for days, her hole was wide enough to stick a sovereign in with ease (the coin, not the ruler), she had a stomachache that was equal parts semen-gut and fucked-raw intestines, but she'd done it.  She'd taken on one of her... biggest suitors.  And with the thought of how big an Ogre or Troll's cock must be stuck in her mind, she passed out.