The Plush {TF, Incest}

It would of been all her fault. That Lust driven woman could easily been called a Milf, Couger or any number of terms that described one such as herself, Even now her newest 'trap' would be well on its way. Dressed in a way that would of driven many men to the brink merely from gaving upon her. Oh so very curvacious with those long tanned legs leading up to those broad shapely hips, Plump valentine shaped rump., Smooth little tummy right up to those full rounded breast easily as large as a young boys head with swollen nipples, The experience was part bliss and part torture. Every so often she relaxed and behaved as a mother should have, the rest of the time she spent trying to seduce the young man, Her own son, It had gone from simply glimpses of her undergarments and dropping of hints or phrases, to outright blowjobs, handjobs, or slipping into the same shower as him! He'd managed to hold his resolve out of loyalty to his father, but she was simply torturous using his morals as a defense yet secretely took his sexual needs on those thick plushy animals and it would be this that Haunted her, His younger sister. Her mind warped and twisted with the image
of her dear brother exiting the shower haunted her, Flooding her mind for days, Weeks of thought sof what it would feel like, smell like. Taste like! And her friends were no help of course, NEarly all of them 14 years old and all swore they had been with someone, But her only interests were with her brother. Leading to her current position, One of her friends having Stolen that twisted bondage from her mothers closet. It all happend somewhat publicly in the large yard of that small two story brick, All moderately hidden behind that 8ft tall privacy fence. The young girl had been in that aching position for hours, Her legs bent painfully, And her arms suffered the same. Bent to the point that her hands touched against her shoulders, And they didnt use some kind of fancy bondage or even a Belt to bind her, Simple old fashioned Silver Duct-tape, Her back arched shamelessly from her position, those nimble little legs bound in much the same as her arms with nearly a full roll of Duct tape used around her mid theigh, Forcing her legs to bend, To rest down on her knee's with her heels bent at an extreme angle, Heels digging into the plump flesh of her backside. Soon that soft sun stained flesh would be hidden, Long Golden locks of that young girl hidden behind a heavy layer of Plush and carpet like Fur. Her hair tied into
buns stuffed into those ball like Bear ears, She could barely see past those large plastic Lense's that made up the eyes, The muzzle of that large plushy bear open ever so slightly allowing her to breath. The transformation was all but complete and once they thought she was finished it was merely the trouble of carrying her, That now simple toy back into the house, Upstairs into her brothers room. being thrown against his bed like some simple toy with a meek cry. The girls suple, Lilith hips bucked ever so slightly feeling the teasing air wafting thrue those tiny openings blowing against those drooling, achingly swollen neitherlips and that pert little tailhole. Yet the first thing her brother would find when he arrived home? A special note signed by his adoring mother, Telling him about the new shapely present waiting for him... Informing him he only need to insert the batteries and insert that large tail plug that would of been nearly the size of a softball! and resting on his bed beside his sister turned Plushy.. It would of been hours she ended up waiting for him to return home, since early morning after been squeezed into that bondage she was forced in that humiliating position. By time she heard her brother making his way up those stairs the house would be silent, his room cold and empty,
Her friends long since gone for the night Giggling about if they would even come back the next day to 'rescue' the young girl from that bondage. And they wouldnt, Her dear perverted friends would simply wait till the girls brother put that lifeless Plush outside before making their move. But time he arrived home her flesh would be damp, slicked with sweat from that tight little bondage, From the course Cotten brushing against her nude form, HEr eyes closed tight, Her nose stuffed with Cotten, Her lips dried and cracked as she squirmed, Her own weight in the plush forcing her down, Thick rounded legs pushign out from under her forcing he rinto a crude split that would of made her whimper, Untill finally he entered the room, Thick knotted tail plug designed with ridges to look as if it was ment to be screwed in, THe young girl had no idea someone had planned for those thick cold batteries to be worked into her, That they were ment to be pressed up her pert little backside.

The White Bull {TF, NC, Beast}

At least once a year, the people gather in worship, and celebration of the gods. It was always considered a contest between the nobles, of who could bring the gods the greatest offering. Every family tried to out do the other, but none was ever able to out do the queen. She offered things that most considered priceless, from great works of art, to the most skilled gladiator. Yet this year she out did herself. Through the finest selection, she'd been able to produce a magnificent white bull, the likes of what the world had never seen. But the bull was to great in the queens mind. She'd had it breed, and feed, surely it was hers by right? She'd given much more then most people had in their life times, she could keep this one thing.

Yet the gods disagreed, for in their eyes, this action meant the Queen saw herself above the gods, and they decided to teach her a lesson of humility. One morning, the Queen rose, though her mind was not her own. Aphrodite had taken hold of the Queens mind, and now controlled her like one would a puppet. She walked down to the finest craftsman in all of Greek, and requested for him to build her a hallowed out wooden cow. She explained that she wished the people see the prowess of her mighty bull, but such a mighty creature was surely above just any random cow, it deserved a real woman.The craftsman having heard tales of the mighty bull, and seeing the gold the queen presented, did not argue. Aphrodite then left in the form of the queen, and started inviting her near and dear, telling them she wished to display the great bull to them, in all his glory. The tales were many, but few had actually seen the bull, and so there were none who wished to miss this event. Aphrodite then returned to bed, and when the queen awoke, she knew of nothing which had happened. Until the day of celebration, when she awoke only to find herself strapped in bitch black darkness, unable to move.

Time and time again thru out the nights leading up to the grand celebration the queen would play puppet, And with good reason, The Goddess of love had a personal stake in all of this and had to get thigns right, Humiliating the Queen in the process, Forcing her to submit to the lowly hands of the Craftsmen and his many apprentices for measurements during the long hours of the night, Nude on a platform as a living model, Allowing them to grope, Fondle her all the while to make sure everything would be just right. One morning the queen would wake frmo her slumber with a growing Ache all over that suple Nubile form, Her back ached, Her wrist and Ankled burned from those tightly bound tanned leather straps, Down on her hands and knee's inside of that Wooden Cow, Her wrist pressing into the Arms of the Cow and shackled in place, Her feet suffered a simular face, Shackled in place, Her legs spread wide inside that bondage, Knee's almost to her sides, Her back forced to arch once that Wooden back was installed, Nailed in to place traping the shapely queen in that bondage, Forever as a tribute to the Gods if not for those instructions for a public revelation after the lewd events to follow, She tried to move, To flail, To scream for help but found her voice muted with only crude "Moo's" able to escape no matter how she tried to scream The costume crudely made of splintered and hard wood wouldnt afford her the conforts her tender caramel hued flesh used to, With only the tiniest bit of lite shining in from between her thighs, It would be a long day, With that opening at the "Cows" rear suspeciously large as the Craftsmen had her presented for all to see, Inviting them to Feel what the Bull was about to, To See what the Gods allowed their finest creations to have.

At first all was silent, but soon enough voices started to fill the air around her. Though the wood was thick, she could hear every word, thanks to Aphrodite. They asked the servants where their queen was, why she didn't receive them as was proper. The servants apologized and said the queen was occupied. Some of the guest cursed to themselves, feeling insulted, while others laughed and merely enjoyed the treats that was offered to them. At first none cared for the wooden cow in the middle of the room, for there was much art to be found in that room alone, and if people did admire it, it was from a distance. It was not until a young noble man started to look for the queen, his eyes flashed over the rear of the statue, and he paused...Had he just seen right? Upon closer speculation he had. A small hole was cut in the back of the cow, hard to see from a distance but up close he could see the flesh beyond. He inspected the cow carefully, but saw no cracks where one might enter, for it was expertly built after all, and only the craftsman himself knew how to open it. The man assumed it was something put there by the gods, and hesitated, then reading the writing smiled, and ran a thoughtful hand, over the unsuspecting queens folds.

By time the crowd moved away from the Wooden Cow the Queen trapt inside would of been torn between Rage and Tears as they completely ignored her and what she was going thru, It was their fault for not knowing and they would pay surely, But soon things grew silent for her, HEaring nothing outside of the occasional clatter of someone dropping something, She flailed in that bondage, Tears stained her features as her muted cries were reduced to little more than pitiful Moo's for attention. To her it would feel like hours had passed and not simple moments. The queen was locked in darkness, Oblivion as the young male approched her from behind and began inspecting her bondage, It was only a moment before she was stunned, Shocked to feel that hand pressing firm against those damp folds, Able to feel the wiggle of her hips, And the only movement her encasement allowed, The ability to raise or lower those hips ever so slightly, The Queen given a crude choice in how she would Take the Bull the first time, Between those quivering neithers? Or up that delectible backside only inches away from those probing fingers.

The Countess {Beast, NC, Snuff/vore}

The Countess as she was known by many, Was often said to be...Touched, She was mad and how wonderfully so, Hearing voices and whispers in the house, She called home. Always the vain woman, Wanting nothing more than to have all that she came across to swoon at the mere sight of her! Wanting a beauty that would never fade, She studied ancient lore and story's of the occult, Story's of bathing in the blood of the pure, Thus.. she did, One mid-winters evening luring one of her fathers young playthings away into hiding within her chambers, Enticing the supple beauty even to bathe with her, Only to slay the 'pet' bathe in her blood, And it worked! The voice of that Dark Goddess only grew louder in her head, desiring more, twisting the Countess' mind until she would be caught, In the dead of night they came, Baring flaming sticks and buckets of blessed water, Lead by a man of the church, Yet the voices grew stronger telling The young Countess how she could attain the perfection she desired.. but she needed more, The paltry pints gained from a few maidens wouldn't do, She needed to offer more.. much more, Yet even the whispers could of protected her from what was to come, Soon enraged mob's would arrive Setting her Family home ablaze, Yet The countess had already fled, Under the cover of the night.

She soon fell upon a long abandoned tower. With the hushed whispers guiding her every step, cold charred stone in the midst of a great unkempt Hedge maze. The whisper's continued, As she slowly climbed the tower. Her way up the winding stair case of the tower proving much more enjoyable than one ever could of imagined. The Countess paused, Stopping at each room she crossed, Peering inside only to be granted a tormenting vision, A lewd history to her new home unfolding in lurid detail before her eyes. The first sight being one cold stone room lit only by a flickering flame hanging from an ancient looking torches that lined the walls, Each room seeming even more deviant than the last, The first she cross would have a young girl, Naught more than a teen! The young daughter belonging to a nearby Nobleman writhing in pain, Everything about her screamed Lolita, Her knee's pressed firm to the cold stone, Long slender legs parted shamelessly, smooth little tummy bulged ever so slightly, Ample breast little more than palmfulls, Long golden locks of hair dirtied and unwashed, Matted to her shoulders soaked in saliva, and from what? Why that massive two headed Canine beast that easily towered over her, Mounting the supple girl from behind its long fur brushing against her spine as not one but Two knotted cocks pressed into her, Vanishing up one tiny little entrance or another as thick strings of drool dripped from its canine muzzles pooling into the girls hair and dripping down her features, The Countess lingered watching it replay again and again as if some memory etched into the very stone. Another room a similar scene, A slightly older girl, One she may of recognized, Shapely barmaid from the nearby town, Full rounded breast easily as large as a young boys head. Strapped to an old sunken Stone table barely above a knee's height, Hay covering the floor as Griffins flocked into the room around her, With large open windows it had become a makeshift roost, The woman's stomach distended inhumanly and nearby he could see why, Eggs, Massive eggs nearly double the size of a young child! The woman reduced to a Breeding device, The tortured Brood Mother to the Griffins that Flocked into the small room at the towers edge. And yet other floors, Other rooms all held a different scene of deviance until finally he reached the Pinnacle of the tower, Large room etched with runes springing to life the moment she entered..

The Countess devoted the next few years of her life following the voices, etching, carving Runes of dark magics within the walls of the stone Tower, Once finished it brimmed with magic, Lost dark arts to fuel her twisted desires. The countess was told she could continue offering Young maidens and bathing in their blood, Thus She started inviting young nobles both male and female to her tower to partake in sins and lusts they had never dreamed, Fueled by soft whispers, The runes of the tower granted her certain gifts, Allowing the countess to control what ever beast or even demons that stalked the halls, The Towers long halls echoing with the cries, Both male and female all at her beckon, The Countess relishing in seeing nothing more than those who thought little of her brought to their knee's in the throws of rapture, but she waited, contenueing to corrupt and taint their minds and body until they came, begging, offering themselves willingly, Her ways continued selecting only the best, Again she would bath in their blood caring little as the others watched, To lost in their own lust to stop her or try an escape, But soon the knights came, Again yet the bindings, The Rune's prevented followers not of the Goddess from entering. Thus They set it ablaze, Feeding the flames while the Countess dwelled still within, Smoke poured from the tallest windows, by morning the tower was left covered in ash and filled with soot, They could finally enter, the top floor of the tower they found large marble pools filled with blood yet no sign of the Countess, Venturing its depths, To its deepest pits only to find her, With flesh turned to stone, her form perfection nary a mark of fire touched within feet of the ever shapely Countess now turned to stone, The tower would be left, Soon the knights, Priest and clerics left, returning once every few moons to purify the Tower, yet ever still the villagers nearby could hear a torrid string of bliss-filled moans echoing thru the night from the tower, The countess still yet lived, Immortal, undieing, Unable to escape the Tower.

The Races {TF, Beast}

She always had been a shapely young girl, Alice, Long shoulder legnth amber locks of hair, Soft caramel hued flesh by this point would be glistening, Dripping with countless drops of sweat, Full rounded breast larger than most her age, Thick rounded hips showing off that plump little backside, All would be hidden from view, Naught a hint of humanity remained visible, And she wouldnt have it any other way. It was a job, and the pay was great! All she had to do was become a Mule, In the most litteral of ways, A Simple lowly DOnkey, A Donkey of all things! She stared down that long dirtied grey muzzle, Struggling to speak only to feel as if she would throw up, Gagging constantly, Only moments ago having her throat filled with a dirtied mixture of oils and pheromones that would not only mark that short little muzzle as something to mount but also prevent her from speaking out, Her days wouldnt be long, Five hour shifts before she would be let out, SHe would be 'milked' then put back in for another five long house before being paid for the day, But only for each Gallon of that highly valueable seed, Easily worth several thousand per quart! Thick rubbery caps fitted over her teeth preventing her from biting down forcing her lips to be streched, gaped behind that drooling muzzle, Her form bent squeezed into that dirtied suit, In that crude bent position with her legs squeezed into those hooven hindquarters with steel weighted horse shoes hitting softly against the ground, Her arms suffered the same pushed down those forelimbs, Her hands balled into fist pressing against those hooven feet, Head tilted back painfully merely to look forward!, A constant string of saliva dripped from that slightly gaped muzzle to the floor below as she finally would arrive into the Stabled area, Nearly all the trainers there knew about her, Many didnt even know if she were human! Many imaging her to be some confsued animal that merely liked to Nurse from the male stallions, Many wondered how they got a donkey to suck off all the stallions in the stable. Crude remarks about how some girls ought to be trained like that! It would be neigh impossible to spot the girl as human, It would be doubtfull a vet woudl even realize well...atleast not unless he managed to work his hand well up her backside for an imspection! But..She wasnt here for the races and surely didnt need such treatment..right?

This 'specialy trained' donkey service was a bit on the pricey side, but these papered stallions were bred and trained for racing greatness they were to remain as calm, focused and relaxed as the jockeys that rode them to victory so what if, before and after races, these horses needed a little relaxation of their own? To ride something as hard as they were ridden, It wasn't as if they were injecting the horses with steroids or other drugs to boost performance, the only injections involved were those that this peculiar, drooling, stumble-stepping donkey were receiving in such great amounts. Each day she would be lead into the stables the night before, afterall, inspectors frowned upon this service despite it not particularly being prohibited. She'd be lead to the first stall, a light workload tonight, the 5th race tomorrow morning was offering some fat returns to the downs if the longshot horse took the flag several men paid quite a great deal extra for her to make sure that the heavy favorite was utterly spent by morning.

They even went as far as to fit a bridle complete with Reigns around that muzzle ready to be use to restrain her should she get..unrulely, Or thats what everyone said atleast, but truth be know it was merely for added humiliation as she was tugged along so very early that morning into the Stables. Small slits in the back of teh neck allowed for those dirtied locks of hair to be pulled thrue acting as that dark colored main that extended well down her back, Even her movement were proper despite it all being an act! THe girl spent long hours being trained in her bondage before being given the job, They certainly wernt gentle with her that was for sure! The suits outside lined with that short bristly hair akin to a real like Donkey only to farther the illusion, After all..She helped the Studs run better or in small cases such as this, Pushed many to the point of exaustion to the point they would be to tired to Run! The stables always so Dimly lit causing her to strain to even see teh shadowy form of that first Racing horse she was to please. Training for that suit had been nothing short of brutal but with nearly a months pay as a bonus how could she of said no? Once she had been in that bnondage for the first time they took a thick rubbery device, a Mold of one Stud's cock or another and shoved it down into her throat, Forcing her to bite down into it or risk swallowing it, Destroying any sense of modesty along with her gag reflex, For nearly a full 24 hours she was forced to remain in that bondage, Sucking on that mock cock untill she could breath easily around it but it was only the first steps to earning her job, And this would be the first test, Could she last till morning? Draining each stud presented to before morning?

The Unnamed {NC, TF, Beast}

She had been squeezed into that snug litle fish suit, Keeping her legs bound together, Tightly hugging her pudgy swollen bellie still sloshing with untold amounts of fluids from her Dolphin lovers the night before, Staining her body with a cocktail of pheromones that would linger underwater working to attract a plenthora of seaborn creatures that would seek to mate...or merely eat her! Squeezing those ample sized breast allowing those pert fleshy nipples to poke thrue the hin latex shamelessly, Her face would be exposed before that thick latex mask complete with an Bottle Nosed muzzle would be equiped which mimiced of course a Dolphin, strapped securely around her face, Her lips forced open, held open as tha muzzle had a thick rubbery O gag which woudl be lodged just at the back of her mouth, Forcing her lips pursed open accepting anythign, everything that would come her way, Her nose covered with a small breathign device holding just barely over 12 hours worth of air, Which left her with nearly six hours before her...handlers came to collect her, retrieving her from the dolphin exibit and seeing her swollen pudgy bellie full with seed...they couldnt let her go, They couldnt release her fear of what may happen! And thus...They rounded up two or so other Dolphins for release, airlifting them some miles out into the ocean before setting them free, dropping her, still within the suit down into the icey cold salt waters of the ocean Her legs kicked struggling to gain some kind of balance, Her arms would be squeezed against her body only able to bend slightly at the elbow with small fins allowing her to swim half heartedly in teh water, They gave her fair chance...telling her which direction to swim...She had a small chance of making it ashore...or even being fished up by poachers! but who knew the fate of their little seaborn harlot?

Releasing animals into the water was always such a risky venture time was needed for study time, date, tides amount of immediate food, and the frequency of natural predators. Caged animals needed just a little bit of a head start against the next rung up on the food chain, time to adjust to fully fending for themselves rather than fending for themselves in a safe, simulated oceanscape However, those that dropped her didn't have that time to plan they had to dispose of her and dispose of her quickly, they very might be caught in their little ruse a shame though when she was dropped into that icy water, bound in that suit and stomach laden with seed, coated in pheremones and rub from a surely tramatic mating frenzy, she was a smorgas board of scents for the local predators. it wasn't long before she saw the massive, bulky shadow in the waters whipping past her, around her, under her a truly huge, torpedo like shape with a tell-tale vertical fin jutting up from its back even in a panic she might recognize the silouette nothing short of a Great White. Surely they hadn't dropped her -that- far out to sea did they? While those thoughts might race, the shape grew closer a massing bump, more of a curious nudging, she felt the sandpapery skin slide along that slick latex and while gentle by shark standards, the force was surely enough to send her into a disorienting barrel-roll. another bump to her stomach, a hard jab right into that bulging belly already strugging to hold all of that seed.

She knew the routine, She herself having supervised countless releases of various aquatic creatures, Unaware tha tonly a few days after that show...That show where she was left in that tank mounted reamed by no less than six different Dolphins thanks to those pheromones, Her stomach swollen, distended held in by that thick padded latex, Dropped into the ocean she would already be sinking, at an alarming rate as pressure caused that snug little suit to squeeze tighter and tighter before she managed to gain some sort of balance, direction evem, For years the show had been done..but the new staff thought it would be..fun to see such a lewd act in person, THey had taken her out by boat for several miles before litteraly tossing her overboard! The chilling waters caused those pert litle nipples to strain against the latex, shamelessly poking thrue as finally her legs woudl kick together causing that that long tale to swish propellign her upwards towards warmer water before that shadow eclipsed her, sending her spinning as it woudl swim by yet..she managed to shrug it off and contenue upwards as her heart raced with houghts of what it was...what breed it was..well..till it came swimming at her directly, nudging her bellie with enough force to cause her to go spinnign again, sinking rapidly now down into the chilling waers, eclipsed, lost in teh murky shadows again before she found her balanced and started to swim again..slow..painfully slow, that powerfull blow having shaken her to her very core, And the chilling cold slowly sapping her energy..

A final pass, open mouthed along her flank those rows upon rows of triangular, serrated teeth caught that latex, shredding and snagging it scuffing her skin beneath just enough to introduce a bit of blood and more of those pheremones into the water, right up against that massive great white a fertile female caught by that ripped latex lodged in the shark's teeth, she was dragged and pushed, thrashed this way and that as the shark struggled to disengage her, but the thick material was holding up well against the fight, Enough that the shark couldn't get enough of her into its maw to bite down and feast, but more than enough to keep those pheremones rushing against its long, keen nose. if it could growl or audibly air its frustration, it certainly would at this point both with being unable to feast, and being bombarded by those scents that had resulted in that first underwater gangbang she could feel the warmth of the water around her at least he was dragging her upward, but moving too fast and thrashing far too erratically for her to even ponder, let alone manage, an escape.

It approched from behind, swallowing...getting a maw full of that long, broad flipper which would be naugh tmore than thick latex, a sponge almost used to spread those pheromones with every kick of that..tailfin up till atleast the Shark's mouthh bit into it causing a rush, a virtual flood of the pheromones into the water around the,, flowing directly into that gaped maw as her feet, toes would become cut and beaten, blood wafting into the water as a muffled scream escaped behidn that long bottlenose muzzle, She woudl be snatched, Carried, Dragged thrue the waterquikly towards the surface, The tailfin would be filled wihholes and punchtures yet should the shark leave it atacked be little more than..dead weight on the poor girl with paltry few hours remaining of air

Essentially bombarded with a pheremone filled chewtoy, once latex finally popped free of those serrated teeth, the predator's two-track mind had shifted from satisfying hunger, to satisfying its second need. rushing in on the poor dolphin again, assaulting her from above and behind as she flopped helplessly back and forth, that sharp maw once more caught her, this time along one of the false fins jutting out from her side, so dangerously close to chomping off her right arm. catching her though, he dragged her upward, just a few inches beneath the churning surface a turn of his head twisting her body into position. then she felt them yes, marine biology might remind her that Great Whites had not one, but two phallic muscles that would tie into a female when mating was emminent its back arching, fin twisting jabbing forward against latex, seeking out those feminine holes stabbing forward again and again, catching latex, prodding her thighs, rear, her belly. getting closer and closer

Finally freed of the Great whites mouth! Atleast..momentarly, long enough to kick her feet, so close to teh surface! But...the latex would have to many whols! And slowly she woudl start to sink.. ANothe rpase, catching the latex near her right arm nearly taking off fingers if not her whole hand! Yet managing somehow to only pluck, tear the latex away revealing those nimbel digits o teh freezing water, exposed from within that snug little suit which protected her somewhat against the harsh cold, she would start to sink, faster than before, without a tailfin to keep her swimming..And now lacking one of those fins used for steering she woudl spin slowly as she started to sink back into the darkness before..that shark, that great white made a final pass only this time with a different intent now that its meal couldnt escape, Her back arched within her bondage as teh sheer force of the thrust made by teh great white would send a near heart soping force crashign against her body but not before those two thick maelable legnths woudl find that small cut entrance within the suit, her form snared, dragged along beside the Great whie as it swam, powerfull body bucking, stabbing with enough force to shatted bone as it struggled to drive into her flesh, those legnths woudl rub against the bare flesh of her bellie under the latex, stabbign between those creamy theighs bound together, rub along those plump, oiled cunnny lips yet never quite managing o reach the target of impaling the quivering form pressed firmly against its underside.

Those malleable lengths twisted and lurched as if having minds of their own. flexing and tensing with each thrust to 'hook' her once they found that oiled slit another twist, another thrash keeping her topsy-turvy she barely knew which was was up by now, let alone which way was to shore. Feelings of Hopeless was surely creeping in on her, but suddenly all thoughts were cast aside when the searing shock of those twinned phallus' found that slit within the latex. pushing hard, long, thick muscles splayed and rather than joining one another within one hole, the poor latex-bound harlot was treated to a simultaneous double-penetration cum-laden cunny and that until now unused bottom were suddenly stuffed to their breaking points with shark meat. she could feel them twisting inside of her belly and bowels working this way and that, as if trying to twist together in her innards, but flesh in between denying it providing a harsh rubbing all along her walls even while the massive beast began pumping rhythmically back and forth, clutching her by ruined latex and pounding into her with every bit of force that she felt with those initial bumps and passing jabs... :

When they found their marks her back arched as she tried to turn le the currents pull her away before she felt it, that harsh tug, her suit was caught again..or still by the Shark, A cry would escape that muzzle, a soundless scream where only bubbles would erupt from that muzzle as not only would those plump, glisening cunnylips be lewdly pared but managing to snake into that pert little anal entrance, squirming as if having a mind of their own, twisting and turning as if trying to curl around one another within her body only causing her to thrash, her hips bucking wildly against the Great white as i ravaged her in an entirely new way that surely no human was ment to endure.

Over and over she was brutally hammered into that beast dragging her through the water, pushing her to rush forward, in whatever direction forward was really. Even while she was ravaged in this fashion Again and again those heavy muscles embedded in both of her holes were working within her, arching, rubbing, curling. all the while pistoning in and out, straining those tight little rims of hers. stuffing her deep into her belly where all of that still-warm cum resided the thick, greasy mix was providing more than enough lubrication for at least one hole a shame that the other wouldnt have the same luxury the shark tugged at her while it mated pulling her up and up, at least she was within warm water again close to the surface.... but little good it would do with those pheromones ripe in the water and land no where in sight? Her mind raced, Would more creatures find her? Would she end up poached? Fished up as some trophy?

The Chocobo Lure {Beast, Insertion, Pregnancy?}

She would remain in position, On her hands and knee's that pert valentine shaped rump poised high ripe for the mounting as her head was lowered slightly and tilted back, Those soft cherry painted tier's parted lewdly around the yellow chocobo's cock, Her tongue flicked against its slit tasting the spicey seed like substance and eagerly swallowing, Not realizing its side effect untill it would be to late of course, As the large shimmering yellow feathered bird would back away she would crawl forward trying to best to stay with the bird but stopping a step to late causing the head of its cock to touch against her throat causing her to gag, Taking in another mouthfull of that wonderfully spicey lust inducing substance a deepblush fell onto the young girl's gentle features hearing the voices of travelers, Everyday chocobo riders out near the entrance trying to catch one of the birds such as the one she was about to be mated to, As the bird took another step She would follow, Only this time when it stopped so did she comming to sit on her knee's, Thighs parted and her head tited back still, the bird towered effortlessly over her now, the chocobo could easly thrust into her throat as her head was tilted back looking from behind almost as if she were worshiping or praying to the chocobo, No one would believe that she were sucking upon its cock unless they witnessed it first hand. It had started innocently enough atleast,,,She saw the chocobo and more importantly saw that massive chocobo cock...she was curious ok! all she wanted was to touch it....Then all she wanted was a taste! Then she got stuck like this with a belly full of of that spicey chocobo fluid, its cock swelled slightly lodged within her mouth rendering her helpless for the time being and in the middle of a blessed chocobo forest.

Chocobo's could always be called deviant creatures, The massive avian's were known for far more than being simple transportation, They were also known for preying on anything they could rundown and not outright kill! Chocobo's Mounted various fiends and beast much smaller than themselves should they fail to find something around their own... size, Chocobo's are special creatures with many traits, A few of which allow them to mount and breed effectively with any number of creatures! Their seed addictive to the point of driving a creature to madness for naught more than a taste! Their seed allowing them to effectively knock up any creature they get those talons around, Yet the mounting was just the start! Weeks to come the intended mate would become swollen and full holding a Chocobo egg within them, No larger than a Hume's fist.. atfirst, From there it grows, Far larger than most could ever imagine! Yet those's who had tasted the chocobo's seed, or had been Lucky enough to be Bred by one faced another challange..Their flesh stained with the scent of a chocobo targeting them forever as a mate, but also A meal for the beast known as The Chocobo Eater.

The Cursed {Beast}

For it had to be said that Princess Alicia was a peach. She had the tantalizing arrogance that came with the title, coupled to a body that drained men's faces with lust just for a glimpse of it. Where women should be round, she was curvier; where they should go in, she went in further, Her nipples stood out like raspberries, her cunt swollen and glistening a deep cherry shade and seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Which perhaps it did. Because - and here we get to the nub of the problem - the Princess had never managed to achieve orgasm. It was as though there was a cut-off switch just before the climax, shutting down the volcanic eruption seconds before the explosion. Like a stifled sneeze multiplied a thousand fold.

This might not have mattered if the Princess had been uninterested in sex. Sadly she wanted to be fucked so badly she would kill for it. Or worse. Being part of a fairly liberal sort of court she had been expected to try out a few men before settling down with the prince of her fancy. Her mum and dad - the King and Queen - had started out that way. And Alice at 17 began to try her hand at it. Her first experiences were interesting and highly stimulating. She was made for this sex stuff it seemed. But after the first two or three she began to notice that the young princes were having more fun than she was. There began to be an ache in her cunt which grew and grew and never seemed to be satisfied. She talked to the Queen about it who suggested some new positions and Alicia confidently returned to the fray.

Nothing happened - and we do mean nothing. The princes contorted themselves to pleasure the Princess but as she began the run-up to orgasm the whole thing slid away from her like snow on the tongue. She increased the pace, till there was a queue outside her door. Then out came the potions. Evil smelling, evil tasting. Stuff made from bats,frogs, bulls, plants. But still nothing. The ache became a torment.

Drastic measures were called for. In the depths of her growling need, the sex-maddened young woman made an announcement. She moved down market.Any able-bodied man from any part of the kingdom, near or far, who could satisfy her royal craving would have her hand. He would also get the king's job when his majesty had vacated the throne and this earth.

This was the inducement. But in her rage, she added a condition for failure. Anyone who tried and failed in the attempt - thus sharpening her Highness's hunger pangs - would have to pay a heavy price.