Journeys of Cyrus: first part

The desert sun beat down on the kingdom of Djanem. Even the scorching heat could not dampen the spirit of the citizens as they all were still happy for the rescue of their beloved queen and princess, as well as the punishment of the treacherous usurper. The party of heroes had split up save for Cyrus the dragon. He chose to stay for some time, helping out wherever he could as well as enjoying the luxuries that the desert kingdom had to offer. Notably he had gotten both the queen and princess pregnant. This was a great blessing, as the royal bloodline is notoriously infertile. It had been a few months after giving birth Cyurs heard troubling reports and sent word to his companion, Morn, for aid. While he awaited her arrival he chose to have fun in his usual way.

“Just think, you could give the queen another daughter!” Cyurs cheered, thrusting once more into Khem, the now retired royal guard. The dragon felt a jolt of pleasure feeling the old war crocodile’s asshole clench around his dick. Khem himself was thrusting into his own son, Neb. The younger albino crocodile tried to reply, but found himself overwhelmed by pleasure from the golden royal pussy of Seb-Tet.

Khem felt his own dick twitch at the idea of his son impregnating the queen. “It is easier said than done.”

Cyrus reached around and grabbed a handful of the crocodile's beefy chest. “Dont worry about it, I'm sure I'll get her all warmed up. She will be making a huge royal family in no time.”

Seb-Tet arched her back further, pushing up her perfectly round ass to help the male get as much seed out as possible. “Gods yes, I want this royal palace filled!”

The dragon got excited by this even more and he could feel his own climax approaching when a familiar voice snapped him out of his ecstasy.

“Why am I not surprised to find you like this?” The orcish woman spoke, arms crossed in bemusement. She had reverted back to her usual attire, or rather the lack thereof. She had only a skimpy fur top that struggled to hold back her impressive bosom. Likewise their womanhood was hidden by only the most minimum loincloth possible. She had more of her body covered in white paint than she had it covered in clothing.

Cyrus waved one hand, not slowing down the pace of his thrusting at all. “Morn! It's been a while, how have you been?”

“Keeping busy, but clearly not as busy as you.” Morn said, stealing a clear glace at the feminine looking albino crocodile.

Behind the large green woman a much smaller green woman emerged. The goblin was dressed in mostly black, with loose pants and top that would allow her freedom of movement. Her wide hips were totally bare, showing much soft flesh. “Morn told me a lot about you and she was not exaggerating.”

“And you must be Glysh. If you will just give me a moment I will greet you both properly.” 

Cyrus grabbed the hips of the crocodile father in front of him, holding him steady as he quickened his pace. His throbbing dragon dick was already near its finishing point. Grunting loud with sweat dripping off his scaley brow he kept going until he could feel his balls starting to clench up. He pushed in deep, stabbing his penis all the way to the hilt as he shot thick loads of semen into the ass of the royal guard. Khem let out a loud moan, stopping his own love making to his son to allow every drop to enter inside him. Cyrus kept his position, letting his still hard cock rest inside of the other man for a moment more and enjoying the afterglow before pulling out. White seed fell to the ground, leaving the crocodile to give a soft moan. 

“All right, now to business.” Cyrus said as he gave the royal guard’s ass a slap.

A slim servant poured a tall glass of beer, a specialty of the Djanem kingdom, into the glasses. Cryus took it up and took a hearty swig. Not to be outdone, Morn did the same. Glysh simply took a sip. The group sat in a small rooftop garden that overlooked the city. 

“Good to see you haven't changed a bit, I'm sure every night has been late and every morning has been sticky for you.” Morn said, liking foam off her lips.

The dragon spared a glance to another servant, a thin elf woman who gently fanned them with a palm tree. He bit his lip, knowing that despite her denour appearance she was isacable. “What's the point of living if you don't enjoy every moment?”

Glysh chimed in. “Can't argue with that, but let's talk about this quest.”

Cyrus finished his glass, motioning for it to get refilled. While it had too little alcohol content to get someone like him drunk it was incredibly refreshing. “Yes. I've been doing my best to help the kingdom. I get plenty of reports of issues even in neighboring lands. Dealing with bandits, monsters, and the such. There is one report I got that made me worried.”

“Big bad reptile like you scared? So you needed mommy Morn to help you out?”

The black dragon did feel a twitch in his loins at that, but wanted to stay on topic. “How familiar are you with dragon mythology?”

Morn gave a dismissive shrug, she didn't even know orc mythology.

Glysh spoke up. “I know the basics. Mother Dragon created the word. As she made all aspects of existence the elemental dragon gods were created to look over them. Earth Dragon and Water Dragon created the Nature Dragon, things like that.”

“Impressive.” Cyrus said, raising a brow.

“Thanks, I am well traveled. And dragons do hold a bit of a special interest to me.”

Cyrus found it harder to stay on topic now. Even when walking to the gardens he could hear the sound of her meaty green cheeks gently slapping as she walked. Still, he continued. “There are also some evil Dragon Gods. One is the Goddess of Evil Fire.”

“How can fire be evil?” Morn asked. “It's fire.”

“It can get a little complex. Fire can be used to keep one warm on a cold night, or fires of a forge used to create, each of these would fall under their own god’s domain. But when fire is used to kill, burn down forests or homes, it falls to the Evil Fire. Her true name has been lost to history, some believe it was on purpose, fearing saying it gives her power. Eons ago, when the world was young and all the peoples of the world lived only in caves she went mad, attempting to burn the world to cinders. Legends says that a mortal dragon united the peoples of the world to banish her. If these reports are to be believed she may be coming back.”

“That's a big statement.” Morn said. “Never thought I’d have to fight a mad god.”

“I'm hoping we don't have to.” Cyrus said, impressed by Morn’s confidence. “The reports say that a swamp, Darthoo, has had a maligned presence. It saps the life from plants, leaves animals as withered husks. The locals have tried to repel it but to no avail, so they sought me out. They have shown symbols that were sacred to the Goddess in the life stealing growths. I fear if nothing is done the whole swamp will die out. We must investigate to save the swamp and find out more.”

Morn leaned back, putting her bare feet on the table next to her half empty mug. “Is this going to be a charity job?”

Cyrus sighed. He knew Morn was a better person than she would admit. She would not let people die out, but she would allow herself to look too good to do so for free. “This will be a commissioned job, when the swamp is safe the locals will reward us.”

“I'm guessing that's why you asked for me as well.” Glysh stated. “Some sneaky scouting to find out what kind of magical shenanigans are afoot.”

“In these situations knowledge is key.” Cyrus confirmed. “I've already made preparations and we can leave in the morning.”

That night Cyrus slept in his own chambers. He had his own room in the palace, being as good as royalty itself now that he helped both princess and queen give birth. It was luxurious, with drapery and bedding from the corners of the word. He would miss these comforts when on the road, but wanderlust would always be heavy in his heart. The dragon was stirred from his slumber by a low whistle. He sat up from his bed and saw a shadowy figure sitting in a windowsill, silhouetted by the moonlight. Immediately his hand went to his weapon, a combination axe and club, but was stopped when the figure spoke up.

“Easy big guy.”

“Glysh, is that you?” His eyes adjusted to the moonlight, and her curvy figure was unmistakable. He was unnerved by how easy she had gotten in and he only found out about her by making her presence known.

“That's me. Had some trouble sleeping and wanted to know if you could help me out.”

“OH?” The dragon cooed. standing to reveal his full naked body. “The nights of the desert are very cold.”

“That and I'm really horny for that big dragon dick. What do you say we skip all this coy romantic talk and get to fucking?”

Cyrus was very happy to hear how direct she was being. He did realize she traveled with Morn, who much preferred kicking genitals to licking them. “You will hear no complaints from me.”

The goblin only made it up to above his knees, but what she lacked in height she made up for in mass. Lowering his body he grabbed a handful of her plump ass, fingers digging in deep to the soft flesh.

“Morn told me you are a real freak. I got all sweaty walking through the forest and didn't bother to bathe yet. I thought you'd want to do the honors with your tongue.”

Cyrus let out a low growl at this, picking up the goblin and pulling off her clothing. The fabric was removed easily and he was only patient enough to take off her pants to revea her hairy bush fat cheeks. Glysh was placed on the bed, sticking her ass out. “Dig in, big guy.”

Cyrus wasted no time, already feeling blood flow to his dick. His long tongue lapped up each cheek and tasted the salty taste of her old sweat. His nose breathed in deep, taking in the scent of her musk. He couldn't take any more, moving the cleft between her ample cheeks he licked deeply and repeatedly, tasting every inch of her behind.

“Fuck, you dont give a girl a waring.” Glysh mounted, biting her lip. The sensations of getting her ass eaten made her writhe in pleasure. Cyrus kept it up, and went lower to stick out his tongue to run it along her curly pubic hair. He was delighted to feel how thick and full her bush was, the hairs dancing along his taste buds. He Stood up, his fully erect dick slapping with a meaty thud on the goblin’s ass.

“Careful there, big guy. I don't want to have to carry a scaly baby on this journey, so use my other hole.”

Cyrus let out a low growl, more than happy to oblige. “Are you sure you can take it?”

“Are you sure you can give it?”

The dragon didn't need any more encouragement. He pushed his hips back and lined it up with the goblin’s asshole. It was already slick with his saliva and ready to take him. He was stopped by a familiar voice again.

“Can't you two keep it down, I'm trying to sleep!” Morn said, rubbing bloodshot eyes. “If I'm up all night I’ll make sure both of you walk across the desert with limps!”

Cyrus knew Morns' threat was serious. He remembered back to how she looked at Neb. “Why don't you join us? That albino crocodile does love getting bossed around by a strong personality like you.” This was true, he was passed around the guard post like a rag and loved every moment. He tended more to men but enjoyed a woman as well.

Morn raised a brow. “Can he take a pounding?”

Cyrus nodded. “I can personally attest to that!”

Glysh was frustrated by the interruption but Cyrus was more than making up for lost time, sliding every inch of his member into her greedy hole. “By the gods woman you are tight!”

The goblin let out a mixture of moan and proud laugh. “I'm a lot tougher than I look.” Cyrus took her up on that, picking up his pace.

Morn was on top of the crocodile, slamming her round ass onto his erect dick again and again in a furious motion. Her legs flexed with frantic energy as she pushed herself to higher pleasure. Nub writhed on the ground, rubbing his hands across his face as pleasure overtook him. “Please Morn, slow down!”

Morn reached down and grabbed him by the neck, just hard enough to assert control. “You ain't gonna tell me what to do! Got it?”

She could feel his penis twitch at that as he gave a meek nod of acknowledgement.

Cyrus spared a glance at Morn and enjoyed the show, seeing his friend enjoying herself pleased him in several ways. He turned back to his goblin, enjoying the waves of flesh that moved like the ocean as he slammed into her fat ass again and again. He loved the sound of his dragon balls slapping against her in repeated plapping sounds. He was getting lost in his pleasure, grabbing the woman's hips as he picked up his pace. Letting out a growl he lifted the goblin.

“Hey, hey now!” Glysh said, half aroused and half surprised but she made no effort to stop him. The dragon easily picked up the short green woman and used her like a living flesh light, fucking her hader than ever before. 

“You're gonna break me in half!” She said, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she was lost in a haze in her mind. The dragon could not process any of the words as he kept going faster and faster until one final desperate push got him over the edge. Pushing his hips and pulling his arms he buried his dick as deep into the woman as he could. His balls clenched up as he pumped shot after shot of white hot cum into her ass. The goblin’s stomach extended, filling up quickly. It was too much and a stream of seman erupted from her mouth and splattered on the ground. Cyrus kept going in short frantic movements, getting as much out of his testicles as he could. 

After the afterglow ended he pulled out, gently putting the woman down who coughed up a white load to breathe. He could already feel a new wave of excitement hit him as the goblins' full stomach made her look like she was pregnant. Sparing a glance to his orc friend he could see she had gotten off the crocodile's dick and was rubbing his slick penis in her hand at a blinding pace. The white spot on his white scales let him know that he had cum already, but Morn was not letting him rest. He thought for a moment of how to get her to bully him like that.

“Fuck, I should have just slept.” Morn said, her hair a mess and eyes still tired.

Glysh rubbed her sore ass. “I got some regrets but I wouldn't have changed anything.”

The dragon would have happily spent the whole morning doing it all over again, but the call to adventure was strong in him. The trio walked to the main gate of the palace, supplies packed and ready.

“Darling wait, I need to say goodbye.” An older royal woman, stomach bloated with late pregnancy, hurried to the dragon’s side. “Farewell my love, I will send word when our young is born.”

Morn looked at the woman for a moment before the realization of who she was hit her like a warhammer. “Wait, aren't you the mummy?”

Chatuluka nodded with a smile. “I'm glad you remembered me. I needed to give the father of my child a proper farewell.”

Morn looked at the two. “But you're undead, how did?” Her question died on her lips, her mind reeling.

“Oh darling.” The mummy laughed. “Love finds a way. And a canopic jar kept my uterus and ovaries intact.”

“What? But like you're still- and he-” She stammered before throwing her arms up and walking away, eager to put this foolishness behind her.

Cyrus smiled, he missed Morn a lot. She would make this journey unforgettable. His eyes wandered to her shapely ass, the toned behind flexing as she walked. It would be unforgettable one way or another.” 

Low Blow Quest 15: Cracked Stone

“I don't know about you guys but I feel fantastic.” Morn said, positively beaming with excitement. She had made it to the finals and all that stood between her and the prize money was beating the champion of the previous tournaments. She stood outside of a stand that sold roasted turkey legs and had already eaten one in celebration. The hustle and bustle of the tournament's visitors had the town’s streets packed.

Kozor’s jaw clattered in Glysh’s hand as he spoke. “I'm glad you are, sweet cheeks and I have been doing some recon. The champion not only won the last tournament, but the seven consecutive ones before it.”

Morn shrugged, her tight top sliding up with her shoulders, to reveal even more of underboob. “Eh, so he's an old bastard. Just gotta work sexy and hit him low!”

“Yeah about that.” Glysh took over. “It's a golem, named Golden Golem. He has no sex drive or sex. Like at all he's made of clay.”

Kozor spoke up. “Without examining it closely myself I can't say for certain, but undoubtedly it's a strong golem made specifically for combat. So the clay itself has to be as hard as stone.”

The orc woman slumped at hearing this. She knew she was strong but she was wondering how she could break rock. 

The now blue oni chimed in. Kuni was fully afflicted by the curse of her people, which turned females into overly horny futas every month. They could only get released with the help of another. She stood a full head taller than her orc friend, with even more muscle and breast. Now with a burning male labito she felt the need to come to the aid of the greenskin female. “Is there anything we can do to beat him? Like maybe a strength potion or something.”

Kozor rocked his jaw back and forth, mimicking the motion of shaking his head ‘no’ as best he could. “If Morn suddenly becomes super strong, the organizers would definitely want to do a drug test. If that happens then we’ll pocket no money and probably end up worse for cheating.”

Morn shuddered. “Either way I am NOT doing potions again.” Memories flashed in her head of her fight with Duma the hunter in her home tribe. She had taken a potion that blocked any sensations of pain and that made her careless in fight. When it wore off she experienced all the pain at once, and the agony of several groin attacks simultaneously catching up with her was not something she was keen on reliving

Glysh smiled, her pointy ears perking up. “If you guys are really dedicated to win, me and bone boy have a plan. I did some looking and the organizers have an anti-magical rune hidden near the Squared Circle.”

The skeleton wizard continued. “It's a special model, strong enough to stop active spellcasting but not too strong as to disrupt magical constructs, like me or the golem.”

“So we smash this rune thing?” Morn asked.

The goblin scoffed, standing on her tiptoes to reach up and gently bonk the orc on her head with the skull she held. “You lack subtlety. If it's broken they will know something has happened. I've done this before, I will use a special disappearing paint and cover up the rune’s markings exactly. It has to be precise to avoid triggering any alarms. Best part is when we are all done there will be no evidence. It's usually heavily guarded at all times, but most guards slip away to watch matches. Only a couple guys are left behind during the brawl.”

Morn scowled as she rubbed her head. “So we beat up the guards, got it.”

“Subtility!” The goblin yelled as she swung the wizard’s skull between the orc’s legs and gave her womanhood a quick smack. It was enough to make her bend over at the waist and cup her groin. Her pants could not take the motion and slid down to expose a healthy dose of her green butt cleavage. Kuni craned her head to ogle it shamelessly, feeling a stirring in her loins.

“If guards are found knocked out then we still have the issue of evidence. We just need someone to distract them long enough for me to slip in and do my work. That's where big blue comes in.”

Kuni snapped at attention. “Come in?”

Kozor scoffed. “Just jiggle your big blue gazongas to lure those guards away.”

Kuni shook her head. “I'm a warrior, not some temptress. No way am I'm going to jiggle my chest for some guys to drool over, I have my pride.”

Glysh pleaded, even as she dodged a clumsy retaliatory strike from Morn. “Come on, we need you for this. Kozor will stick with Morn and once the rune is disabled he will possess her body, cast a little spell, and then we are all rich.”

Kozor was annoyed at being used as a weapon, but enjoyed seeing the big lug of a woman being humiliated, so he let it slide. 

Glysh looked at Kuni, seeing that her newly developed manhood was at half mast and pitching a tent in the bottoms designed for a woman. “Pride indeed. Hey Morn, maybe you can help our blue friend with her blue balls. I'm sure she will be willing to go along with our scheme then.”

The orc gave up on attempting to extract revenge on the goblin for now and forced herself to stand up straight. “Ugh fine. If you help out I’ll give you a little handy.” The orc emphasized this by shaking a fist up and down.

“Anal” Kuni shot back instantly, her impressive manhood standing at full attention.

“Are you out of your damn mind, no way you are sticking that thing in my ass!” Morn stataed, almost taken aback by the gall of the oni.

Kuni’s response was short and simple. “In the ass or no deal.”

“Youre not going to fuck my ass!” Morn’s voice rising in shock.

Passers-by stopped and stared, seeing the two screaming at each other. Some whispered jokes and others hurried away, the sight of a female oni with a throbbing erection scaring them off. 

Kozor looked on in disbelief. “I'm watching a prostitution deal.”

“Okay okay.” Morn waved her hands in exasperation. “I’ll let you fuck my tits, how about that?”

Kuni was unsure, still thinking she could at least shoot for vaginal intercourse. Her resolve melted away when she saw the orc lean forward, pushing her arms together to squish her breasts together. Morn looked up at her taller friend with a pleading look. “I'll let you finish all over my face.” She drove this home by slowly licking her lips.

Kuni’s whole body shuddered at this, her dick pulsing with a desire to be buried deep between green boobs. “So, we gonna find a little alleyway right now to do this or-”

The oni was cut off when Morn grabbed her by the balls. She squeezed, but very gently. “Not so fast.” She whispered, running a finger along the blue woman’s chest. Morn tugged at the sac in her hands, in order to bring the oni's ear next to her mouth. 

“You're going to do a good job, then you’ll get your reward, got it?” 

Kuni could not speak. It was fear of having her balls squeezed but the overwhelming lust she felt that made it so she would have jumped off a cliff in this moment, if commanded to do so. The breathy whisper, hot breath on her skin, the assertiveness of the orc were too much. All she could do was nod. She bargained with herself, reasoning that she is much more susceptible to female charms when she has a penis. 

“Good girl.” Morn said, giving the oni’s ear a nibble before letting her go. She spun on her heels, returning to her usual boisterous speech pattern as she scooped up Kozor. “All right guys, lets fucking do this!”

Kuni was left holding her ear, stunned into silence. Even her most wild wet dreams were not as intense as that moment now. Already she was thinking of Morn bossing her around, degrading her, maybe even stepping on her.

She was broken from her trance by Glysh snapping her fingers. “Wake up, we got a job to do.”

“Yes, right, yeah.”

“Also you may want to tuck away that stiffy. The guards are male and may not be too seduced by it.”

Kuni looked down, seeing that the fabric of her bottoms was stretched tight and her erection was nearly on full display. She hid it the best she could to conceal her arousal.

The crowd roared as Morn stood at her corner of the squared circle. In the center stage an elven male in a black and white striped shirt was polishing a speaking stone. Kozor, sitting on a railing and watching on, had assured her that he could sense the exact moment the anti-magic device was down. She had already granted permission to possess her, so the process would be simple and easy. All the orc girl had to do was keep the golem busy. She had fought plenty of big dumb brutes before, this one shouldn’t be any different. Of course this time she couldn't use any weapons and her opponent would be an unfeeling magic construct. 

The onlookers threw jeers at the woman and were eager to see her bested. They were all put to silence when a band of bards trumpeted their horns, drawing attention to the entry walkway. The booming voice of the ref shouted over the magic speaking system. 

“Ladies and gentleman, I present to you the most electrifying golem in the world of unarmed combat! The Stone!”

Appearing in the walkway was a towering mass of living claw. It was expertly sculpted into the shape of a muscular human. Its footfalls sounded even over the crowd as they chanted its name. It was nude, save for very tight creeper skin underwear and polished boots. The Stone had a chiseled jawline that looked like it walked out of a master sculptor's yard. While its body was a dull tan color, the features and movements of the golem looked like they were actually flesh, it even opened its mouth in a wide smile revealing clay teeth.

“Damn, that's one well made golem.” Kozor clattered from his resting spot on the railing that separated spectators from the show. “Someone spent real money for its core and casting.”

“That's just lovely.” Morn said, throwing a hand in frustration. “Any ideas on how good it can fight?”

Kozor thought for a moment. “Considering they shilled out for facial articulation I’m guessing this thing is gonna have a lot of moves programmed into it. But just try to stay alive out there, you don't gotta beat it.”

“Gee, thanks.”

A man from the audience craned over the skull. “What are you guys talking about?”

The skull lowered his voice as much as he could. “Avert your gaze, mortal, lest I drag you soul to the abyss myself!”

With that the man clamped his jaw shut and shot his eyes back to the ring.

“Hey, so how do I seduce a guy?” Kuni asked, slouching slightly.

“What do you mean, how do you seduce a guy? Ain't you ever used your assets to get a guy to do what you want?” Glysh admonished. 

The two were just outside of the eyeshot of the container of the anti magic device. The goblin was correct, only a duo of guards were in front of the room that held it. It was constructed underneath the bleachers of the arena, close enough so its effects could protect the fights. Both guards were male and looked annoyed to be there. 

“No, I never use my body like that. And I don't wanna screw these guys.”

Glysh held her head in her hand. “You don't gotta screw 'em, just distract them for a bit while I do my thing. I sneak in and out, and when I'm done you can just excuse yourself and leave. Just say you got the shits or something, only the really freaky guys will follow you then.”

The oni scrunched her face. “Yeah but how do I get their-”

She was cut off. “Just bounce your big blue boobies, it's not hard.” She said, sneaking off out of sight and waiting for her moment to skulk in. 

Kuni adjusted her outfit, pulling up her leopard print top and making sure her penis was tucked up as best it could. With a deep sigh she walked out, trying to push out her ample chest. “Hey boys, I got so bored up there. I wanted to have some real fun down here.”

“How can you get bored watching the championship match?” One guard said, a younger man with blonde hair and short stubble. They were both armed in simple light armor with a short sword hanging at their hip. 

The second guard, a slightly older looking man with a fine mustache jabbed him in the ribs with his elbow to shut him up. “Ignore my friend, I'm sure I can keep a gal like you entertained.”

“I was hoping for both of you.” She said, feeling the blood rush to her face from embarrassment. “I, um, love guys in uniform.”

“Oh.” The mustache man chuckled. “You sound like a naughty girl, need a couple of men of the law to punish you?”

“Oh yes, very naughty.” Kuni said, toes curling from embarrassment. How did Morn make this look so easy? “Why don't you come here, I won't bite.”

“But we are supposed to be protecting the magic thingy.” The blond man protested. His companion shot him daggers.

“We have been stuck down here every match, we earned this. You see the size of those breasts on her, you can finish fast and come back when you are done.”

He all but dragged his fellow guardsman to meet the oni.

Morn ducked under the golem’s large grasping hand. Its arms were as thick as her torso and it stood a full head and shoulders taller than her. The orc girl got behind the construct, stomping her foot at the back of its knee to try and topple it. She felt like she was stomping on solid ground and it didn't even budge. 

Kozor watched on. The undead mage thought to himself that the golem was trying to miss attacks. He surmised that if fights ended too early, then people wouldn't get their money's worth. The Stone swung an arm behind him, catching Morn on the shoulder to send her face down onto the ground. It stuck where she was hit, like someone through a rock at her. She started to push herself up, but was stopped when she felt cold hard hands clasping under her chin. The golem sat its weight down on her behind and started to wrench her head up, pulling her into a camel clutch. The crowd cheered, seeing their hated wrestler getting stretched out. Morn tried to yell out, but her voice was stuck in her shut jaw. Her skeleton-patterned top failed to contain her assets when pulled into this awkward position and her green mammaries bounced down into full view. Suddenly the jeers turned to hoots and hollers, every man in the audience trying to shift to the side of the ring offering the best view of her exposed chest.

Morn remained stuck in this hold for what felt to her an eternity, while her spine was arched all the way back. Eventually the golem let go, letting her fall down with her neck and back in pain. She writhed on the ground for a moment, not even thinking about covering her exposed breasts. The Stone was looking at the audience, flexing and waving for them to cheer louder. Morn felt like she was being disrespected and forgot who she was fighting. She shot to her feet and launched her shin between the legs of her opponent. 

The men who were looking on winced for a moment, but were surprised when the golem didn't react. Morn sucked at her teeth as a sharp pain radiates all around her leg, as it felt like her tibia practically shattered from that kick. She did her best to not cry out, but even still she could feel beads of sweat forming on her forehead. At least she did learn that her foe was totally smooth down there.

“Haha, you are so funny!” Kuni giggled like an idiot. The mustached man had told a rambling tale and she thought this would be an appropriate reaction. Inwardly, her skin crawled as she kept up this charade. She had gotten the two men away from the entryway, and that seemed to be enough for Glysh. Moving silently, the goblin crept up to the device. It rested on a small table, propped on a cushion to keep it from rolling off. The head-sized orb was covered in intricate runes and symbols that glowed with arcane powers. She quickly got to her task, pulling out a fine brush and dipping it in a vial of clear liquid. This was a concoction that would numb magic for a short time before vanishing. It worked on runes, scrolls, and in a pinch wizards too. She only had a very limited supply, as it was hard to come by and illegal to possess. The thief carefully painted exactly over the symbols, hoping to conserve as much of this substance as she could.

Kuni felt her heart racing, as they were all in eyeshot of the goblin’s fat ass as she worked. The oni felt like she had to work harder to keep the men’s attention. “Hey, you guys like boobs right? You wanna touch mine?”

This got a surprised look from both males. “This feels kinda suspicious.” The blond said.

“It should feel soft, you fucking virgin.” The mustached man said as he brought up both hands to one of the oni’s breasts and pushed it up to feel its weight. He bit his lip seeing it bounce. Slightly irritated, the other man joined in, slowly reaching out a hand and grabbing a handful right over her nipple. Kuni regretted her choice, as all that groping started to get her aroused, but she couldn't stop now. She kept her chest out, letting the men do as they pleased.

Glysh worked fast, covering the symbols with an expert hand. When it was complete she put away her tools and felt a beam of pride. She gave a short hop of excitement, but felt her ass bounce and the cheeks clap together loudly. Her heart froze, worried that her butt got her in trouble again.

“What was that noise?” The younger man said, starting to turn his head. 

Kuni panicked, hooking her strong arms around both men and pushing them closer to her and smothering them with her chest. “Must have been the wind!”

Glysh quickly got out and hid.

The mustache man didn't resist but the blonde pulled out with a gasp of air. “Hey, what’s that poking my stomach?” He asked, looking down low. His heart stopped when he saw the throbbing bulge pointing at him.

“Oh no wow I gotta take a fat shit, be right back!” She stuttered as he ran away, dick bobbing and tits bouncing.

The mustached man had an idiot grin on his face. The blonde sighed. “You know that chick had a dick, right?”

He only smiled. “Does it look like I care, virgin?”

Morn was caught in a bear hug from the Stone, her chest compressing against his rock hard pecs. 

“Their gonna pop, fuck!” She gasped out, feeling like her boobs were in a vice. The golem twisted its body and tossed her down, once more resuming its crowd work as Morn tried to rub away the pain. Suddenly she felt a familiar presence investing her body and gradually taking control of her movements. She soon lost the control of her arms and became a spectator through her own eyes. 

“Looks like Glysh knows her stuff.” said Kozor using Morn’s voice. He shot up and gave a short stretch, enjoying feeling the bright sun warming his green flesh, the breeze, and the sounds rushing in his ears. Without any hesitation, grabbed the orc’s chest, and started kneading the soft bare flesh.

“That doesn’t look like youre casting a fucking spell!” Morn shouted in her head at the wizard. 

“Oh come on, I haven't felt literally anything in forever. Let me enjoy these, you never have a problem flaunting them around.” He said out loud, letting the green boobies bounce around in his hands.

“I’d wring your neck if you had one!”

“I’ll give you the buff spell, just relax a moment-” His voice was cut off as the Stone struck the woman’s chest with a chopping motion, compressing both mammaries against her rib cage. Kozor let out a yipe of pain as he fell to the ground, cradling the orc’s breast.

“Why does getting hit in the boobs hurt so much?” He whined.

“I better not get a bruise!” Morn warned, trying to think how to punish the skeleton for this later. 

Still on the ground Kozor quickly spoke arcane words, twisting his hands into magic signs. “It’s cast, now do your thing.” The wizard said as he relinquished control of the body.

Morn was happy to be able to move again, but grit her teeth at the pain in her chest. She pushed away the agony, getting to her feet. She felt a surge of power rush through her body, her clothes got even tighter as her muscles expanded. “Here goes nothing.” She said as she punched the golem in the chest. To her surprise it did not hurt her hand, instead she felt the hard clay give and dent under her blow. The Stone stumbled back as he struggled to stay upright. A collective gasp was heard from the crowd as this turn of the battle.

“Hell yeah!” She cried out, a sudden rush of fighting rage filling her.. She knew she had to find its core to defeat it. The orc shot out a few more rapid punches, trying to get a feel for anything more solid in the construct. Her fist felt something deeper inside and she punched again, feeling it travel lower in its body. She kept going until the lump went to his groin.

The Stone tried to stop this, grabbing her up in a bear hug again. It had her arms at her side as it squeezed harder than before. Morn kicked with her legs, hitting the golem in the crotch again and again, feeling the space between its legs get forced upward. With her enhanced strength she forced the clay away, leaving an empty spot in its speedo. She flexed her arms, breaking free of the Stone’s grasp as she fell to her feet.

Looking at the golem’s groin, the orc was happy to see a fist-sized golden orb drop into the pouch of the underwear. 

“Looks like someone’s ball dropped!” She laughed. She shot both hands around the delicate core and compressed it between her palms. Once more, the males attending winced, some holding themselves in sympathy pain. She kept pressing harder, seeing cracks form in the orb. The golem tried to grab her wrists to pull them away, but with its essence being crushed, it quickly lost strength. With a final grunt of effort the ball shattered, sparking once with magic as the power that kept the golem alive faded. 

The Stone shot up straight, twitching slightly before melting into a puddle of soft lifeless clay, floating speedo in the mix. Morn let out a loud cheer, planting one foot on her opponent to start the pin count.

There was some uproar, but Morn passed the drug test and the guard swore they were at their post the whole time. Even examining the runes showed no signs of tampering. Reluctantly the organizers handed over the prize money. There was even some respect gained from the fans, as she seemed to have won this fight fair and square. Still, Morn gathered her friends and got herself a scrap of fur on the cheap for her to rip up to a new loincloth and top. She collected her demonic club and hefted the weapon over her shoulder.

“How do people wear pants all the time, these things suck!” Morn said, pelling off the skin tight fabric and tossing it aside like trash. She was in an alleyway, not caring who was looking on as she was totally nude. She pulled on the simple loincloth that barely covered her womanhood. 

Kuni was biting her lip, her futa penis throbbing with needy desire. “Hey don't forget we had a deal.”

Glysh was balancing Kozor on her finger again, easily keeping it upright even as he spoke. “Ah, good, the prostitution deal can be completed. Glad you have some honor there.”

The goblin smirked. “From what I heard you were the one who was feeling himself up on stage in front of everyone.”

The wizard suddenly felt shame well up in him. “Fair.”

“Oh don't worry.” Morn said, her voice getting low and husky as she strutted to the oni. She pushed the larger woman against a wooden wall, their breasts pressing against each other. The orc reached low, grabbing the thick blue penis in a gentle grip. “I'll take good care of this big fat-”

Kuni let out a lusty moan as her testicles clenched up and shot a hot sticky load onto the green woman’s abs. Morn was surprised and stunned into silence as she was expecting to need to get her boobs dirty. She felt the oni’s dick pump a few more ropes before it rapidly began to shrink, to shrivel back into a vagina as Kuni regained her red female form. The oni enjoyed a few moments of afterglow before she wiped in embarrassment.

“This never happened before, I swear!”

Glysh giggled. “Don't worry, it happens to every guy.”

Kuni kept stuttering. “I mean, my dumb male half just ya know was too excited and and and.”

Morn cut her off, taking off her loincloth to keep cum from getting on her new purchase. “Whatever, works for me.”

Kozor, feeling an odd bit of sympathy, tried to change the subject from premature ejaculation. “When we’ll hit the next town it may be a good idea to get that club appraised. I’d like to know what kind of magic it still has, if any.”

Morn examined her weapon for a moment before shrugging. “Yeah, and we gotta get this back to my master too, I still gotta learn that fire punch. But I gotta hit a bathhouse or something first.”

Kuni rubbed her hands together. “Need any help?”

“No thanks, I don't need another mess.”

Their departure was witnessed by a group of yellow robed figures. They were upset that their money making golem had been destroyed, but found some solace knowing when they got reports that a necromantic orc, a ninja goblin, and a color changing oni had bounties put on them by the Golden Order. If they could not pay their tribute through the tournament then they would get it another way.

Crime Tales 3

Monroe walked out of the five star restaurant, two of his girlfriends within arms reach. More accurately their asses were in arms reach. The afternoon sun beat down on them, washing them in a dry heat as they left the comfortable air conditioning of the restaurant. On the rodent's left hand was the rump of Ty, a human stripper turned into one of his main squeezes. He enjoyed feeling her toned yet jiggly backside bounce in his hand as she walked. It was clear she had a big butt, but it was the definition of a bubble. Already beads of sweat formed on the bare skin, which Monroe was sure to help rub into her rump.

On his right hand was a woman commonly known as The Elder, Sofia. The female rat had more than a few decades on Monroe but he found her no less attractive. On the contrary, her advanced age made her like a fine wine and he couldn't  get enough. Most notably between the two women were their swollen bellies. Each was about nine months pregnant, their due dates very soon. Each woman's gut was prominently highlighted by the tight cocktail dresses both of them wore. Ty had on a blood red dress that struggled to stay over her rounded butt, often coming up just enough to give peeks at her matching thong. Her breasts, once small and perky, now are swollen and ready for motherhood. Sofia wore a silky semi transparent night gown., with noticeable milk stains on her breasts and white spots on the back that were starting to get crusty. She chose not to wear any panties, knowing it would drive Monroe more crazy knowing everything was exposed. She had on thigh high stockings that ended in sharp high heels. She was very used to being pregnant and was able to navigate the extra weight with ease. 

Monroe already stinks of sweat from sneaking off with the elder or having Ty crawl under the table for some fun. He was dressed in a thin white blazer and sky blue button up. He wore white pants that were thin enough to highlight his junk, showing off that he was already semi hard just walking to his car. He did have a leopard print thong, but it was lost at some point in the day and he wasn't too concerned about getting it back.

Samantha, his private secretary, waited at the back doors of his limo She dressed crisp and professional, but with her artificial breasts pushed up with maximum cleavage showing. She was very proud of them noting how they made her feel powerful knowing people couldn't help but stare at them.

“Sir” she spoke, her eagle beak highlighted with lipstick. “I know you plan to get wild tonight but I advise you to hold off a little bit. We are expecting to get a call from Morn and Cyrus within the hour.”

Monore couldn't  help but chuckle. “Me? Get wild, not sure where you got that idea.” He turned to Ty, snapping his fingers once expectantly.

The human sneered, her eyes hidden behind her bouncy afro. “Ya know how deep this has been up mah ass, right?” She said, bending forward to pull down her pantied, pulling it out from her cameltoe and ass. The red thin garment was offered up to Monroe. He eagerly peeked down at her crotch, noting the large bush that almost revealed her afro with delight. He took up the panties, sniffing deeply and taking in all the scents it had to offer.

“Oh trust me I know.”

“Nasty ass rat.” She muttered, despite the fact she could feel a quiver in her pussy already. She didn't bother pulling down her dress as she got in the car, knowing it would be pulled right back up soon enough. Sophia followed suit, instead of offering any undergarments she dabbed the end of the male rat’s snout with a semi clear fluid she got from her crotch just a second ago. Monroe bit his lip in pleasure upon realization. 

Sasha, Monroe's biological son, was taking the role of driver. He was always happy to help out his daddy during work and enjoyed driving the large vehicle around. He also made sure to wear a skimpy chauffeur outfit to show off, he loved to be pretty. The outfit consisted of a sling bikini that covers his nipples and barley was able to hold in his impressive manhood. While he had a feminine build his bits were very sizable, taking after his dad in that department. He got into the driver’s seat, looking through an opening that separated the front and back of the vehicle with a shy smile. “Sorry about the stains, your cum is impossible to get out.”

Monore sat in the far back of the limo, with Samantha. The vehicle had off color markings on the seats and floors, the faint smell of sex that no amount of cleaner could hope to get rid of. He reached into a compartment and pulled out a large cigar. Samantha pulled out a lighter and ignited it, pushing a button on the door to open the backmost windows. He made sure none of the smoke got near the pregnant women, he knew what issues it could cause his children. Taking a big puff he called out to his son. “Take the scenic route home, would you?”

“Can do daddy!” Sasha called out in a cheerful voice. His driver seat had his own pink custom seat cover to make sure his bare bottom was comfortable. Likewise he had a few other accessories up front, each making the limo look pastel and pretty. 

“I'm sure you two are still rearing to go. I can't get close for the time being, you two can play with each other.” stated, side eyeing the eagle who was pulling out an imported bottle of wine. 

“I'm assuming you'll want to use your favorite cup, sir?” She said, already unbuttoning her blouse to expose a lacy bra. 

“You know me well.” He said as he took another puff, feeling the relaxation of the nicotine hitting him. His eyes settled on the women, as they started to feel each other up and gently begin to kiss. Already elder was starting to pull aside the straps that held up Ty’s bra, her breasts spilling out fully. The human raised a middle finger to Monroe, letting him know shes doing this because she wanted to, not because he told her to. He loved it though, she protested out of pride but she was as much of a freak as him. No other woman could match his level of depravity. When she gave birth the two needed to visit some of his more seedy clubs again. The women began to make out more passionately, their stomachs gently pressing together as they embraced. Ty ran a finger through elder’s hair, pulling it to expose her neck and gently biting it. This elicited as shudder of pleasure from Sofia.

Samanatha was now totally toppless, her perky breasts covered by one arm as she pushed them against her chest. She poured the liquid of the bottle into her cleavage and formed pool. Some was leaking down onto her belly but she didn't mind, walking in she knew her clothes would be ruined and she’d be a mess. Monroe didn't waste time, pulling his cigar out of his mouth and dipping his mouth between her breasts. He lapped up the wine, making sure his tongue licked her breasts as well. When he had gotten most of it off he leaned back and took another puff. He reached one arm out, grabbing a handful of her breast with. Smoke pouring out his mouth he spoke. “These are the best investment I've ever made.”

She gave her free breasts a squeeze as well, distant memories of when she was miserable as a male playing in her head. “Couldn't agree more, sir.”

Monroe would prefer if she called her ‘daddy’ but sir worked just fine. He looked over to the pregnant women who were clearly lost enjoying each other. Monore took a small puff of his cigar, seeing it was almost finished. 

“Hey Ty.” He called out, flicking ash into a tray by him. “I think it's time I branded you.”

Monroe had the habit of putting out a cigar on the bodies of some of his favorite people, effectively putting his mark on them to claim them as his own. His own wife had one, the elder had one, his own son had one on his testicle. 

“You really wanna burn a mark on mah perfect ass?” Ty said, her lip curling into a sneer. Despite this the rat could see she pushed out her ass just a hair subconsciously. 

“It's not gonna be a nasty burn, just a little mark.”

“Easy for your bitch ass to say, you ain't the one getting burned. Imma bust yo balls later for this.” She said, moving to present her bare ass to Monore.

Monroe smiled. He was never into getting his nuts crushed before meeting Ty, but he found the pain mixed with pleasure was a crazy thrill to him. Besides, he enjoyed busting her cunt just as much back. He took a moment to enjoy the view of the woman’s ass on display, her fat cheeks parting to show off her puckered hole. The scent of her sweaty sex hit his nose, overtaking the nicotine of the cigar and forcing him to bite his lip. He grabbed her hips to hold her in place as he brought the cigar down. He pressed it against her left cheek, healing the his of burning skin. She shook but held still. He kept it there for a moment longer, just enough to leave a mark but not long enough to cause any actual damage. He leaned back, admiring his work. The reddened mark on her backside would scar nicely.

He took one last puff and put out the cigar. He let the last of the smoke clear before closing the windows entirely. He used his panel to turn on the low lights of the limo, letting them slowly shift to different colors. He pressed to turn on the air conditioning but nothing happened. 

“It's getting a little warm here, dear. Mind turning up the AC?” Sofia said, fanning herself with her hand.

“Guess it's broken,” Monroe said, taking a full swing right from the bottle.

“Yeah, and I bet yo nasty ass would just hate to be in a car with all of us sweating like crazy.” Ty said, clearly thinking the rodent planned this out.

“We are all in this together.” He said, already feeling the heat rising and sweat forming. He informed his son to find a nice place to park, knowing he’d want steady footing. With the threat of the cigar smoke gone he now wanted the pregnant ladies all over him. He stripped off his pants, his throbbing dick springing to its full size.

“Sir, is it bigger than normal?” Samantha said, covering a beak with one hand. 

Monore felt like his penis was at 110% hardness, he had been saving himself from cumming for a few days to save it all for this night. 

The eagle chimed in even as Monore got into a half stand with the pregnant women in front of him. Suddenly a cutesey ringtone played Monroe’s discarded pants. Samantha fished out the rodent’s cell phone. “I totally forgot, I'm sorry sir.”

“No problem.” Monroe said, his head brushing against the roof of the limo. He motioned to Ty and Sofia to start working on his balls. “Put them on speaker.” 

The women shuffled on their knees to him, their swollen bellies making too much bending over impossible. Each one began on their task, first teasing one nut.

“I've never seen you balls so big.”  Sofia stated as she pulled back from a long kiss that left lipstick on his scrotum.

“You ain't seen ‘em after a kick from me.” Ty chuckled. She gave her butt a rub where it had been burned before sucking on one testicle. 

Monroe shuddered, his penis already starting to leak transparent pre cum. A feathered hand gave him the cell phone and he spoke on it.

“Hey man!” The deep voice of Cyrus boomed through the speaker. “Don't wanna take too much of your time, just wanted to report that those pirate won't be intercepting our shipments anymore.”

“I always have time for my friends. Thank you for your hard work, this will really help business. You said Morn was with you too, right?” The rodent spoke smoothly even as he felt the bird grabbing his butt and spreading his cheeks. 

“Hell yeah I’m here.” The female orc spoke up, her voice feminine and strong.  “We kicked some major ass. Stole some sweet loot too, these guys had some nice gear.” 

Cyrus took over again. “Some fun stuff too. What do you say we swing by and we have a little celebration with this stuff?”

Monroe could feel the practiced tongue of the bird lapping at his asshole. He took pride in keeping it completely clean, but sweat and musk can't be helped. She didn't mind, lapping the sensitive opening with gusto. A shudder escaped his voice as the elder planted gentle loving kissing on his left ball and the human roughly sucked his right.

“You guys are always such perverts.” Morn huffed, upset no one was talking about the weapons she stole.

“That reminds me Morn.” Monroe said, biting his lip. “I just hired some really submissive femboys. They are just dying for a big strong woman to boss them around.”

There was a brief pause. “Fine, I’ll be there too.”

“I know you we-” He was stopped mid sentence as Samantha shoved her tongue deep into his ass, feeling like she got all the way up into his guts. “OH FUCK YES!” He screamed as the sudden stimulation pushed him to climax. Without even touching his penis it shot a oversize load of hot sticking cum that pooled on the seat the pregnant women used to be on.

“My man!” Cyurs said, his pride obvious. “I can tell you're busy, but I expect you to tell me every dirty detail of what you're up to when we meet.”

Monroe shuddered, needing to steady himself by holding onto a seat. “It's a deal.”

The rat hung up, tossing the phone aside as he turned back to the bird. “Having fun back there?”

“Sorry sir, your tush is just delicious.”

Monroe thought for a moment, thinking that Ty may have some competition for ass eating. Maybe he would need to organize some tests, knowing how competitive the human was he knew that she wouldn't give up easily.

“You save up too much, quick shot?” Ty teased, not realizing that a stay shot got in her afro. 

“Oh I'm just getting started.” He said, feeling his dick getting hard again. 

Sasha opened the side door, coming in and letting in a short gust of fresh air. He was still dressed in his sling bikini that left little to the imagination. Much to the rodents delight he could see his son was already sporting a half chub that was barely contained by his clothing. “Heard how much fun you were having back here, I wanted to join in.”

“That's my boy!” Monroe said, beaming with pride. Still, daddy wanted to be selfish a little more. He lowered his body to bring his stiff dick between the full stomachs of the women. Gently he grabbed their shoulders and made them bring their guts together on either side of his penis. He knew he could be a little more rough, but worrying about how they are in the womb forced him to only use a feather touch. Still it was enough, the sensation sending forbidden waves of pleasure into him.

He couldn't take any more, grabbing a handful of the human’s bushy afro and shoving her face first into the seat that was drenched in his cum. It wasn't hard, just enough to direct her. Her face was suddenly covered in his still warm cum. “Nasty ass rat!” She cursed, but he could tell she loved it. She made no effort to get up, pushing her ass up expectantly. He could see how sweaty she was, the sweet on her butt shone from the rainbow lights of the limo. He got low, giving a cheek a long lick and delighting in the salty taste on his tongue. The desperate need burned in him and he resisted no longer, shoving his fat dick into the slick slit. Even with how wet it was it still had some resistance from how tight she always was.

“Fuck!” Both shuddered as he started to thrust into her, letting his full balls slap against her hairy vagina. He breathed in deep, the hot human air thick with sweat and sex. Monore wanted this around him always.

He got so lost that he forgot about his son, but was happy to see he was enjoying himself. He was hunched over while fucking Sofia missonry style. He had to arch his back but he was reaching one of her breasts and was sucking on it eagerly. The woman shuddered. “Save some for the baby.”

“He's a growing boy.” Monore commented. His son was fully grown, but he will always be his boy.

The day shifted to night, each woman got a turn. Monroe got to show his son how good it felt ot fuck Ty’s ass while she twerked, making the younger rat make a cum face he’d never seen before. Samantha had plenty of fun too, eating out Sasha’s behind as well and was rewarded with a lustful titjob from the girly rat. The young man’s constant compliments on how amazing the breasts felt made her blush, even if moments ago she was deep in his anus. 

Every hole was violated and the limo would need entirely new upholstery if it were to be clean again. Of course Monroe would  never want that. Everyone sat or lay lazily, Samantha gently brushing the daddy rat’s penis with her feathers. 

“Not to kill the mood.” Sofia stated calmly. “But my water just broke.”

This caused everyone to shoot up. Monroe saw that the woman was telling the truth. “Sasha, can you please drive us to a hospital?” 

The now fully nude younger rodent hurried out to the driver's seat, almost slipping on some loose jizz.

“No need to panic, I have some time before she comes out. Trust me I can feel it.”

Ty moved herself to a sitting position. “I thought you had another week at least.”

“Sex can induce delivery, an old rodent trick.” Sofia stated, calmly rubbing her belly. Monore had taken her hand and was patting it gently.

Sasha drove quickly, but still very safely knowing the precious cargo he was hauling. Monroe could not be more excited, with as nasty and dirty as this day was he knew he would be crying tears of joy when he would be welcoming a new daughter into the world

Lexie Space Cop 5: Rookie

“I appreciate you training me, Officer Lexie.” Llun stated as they adjusted the padding on their hands. The training gear was designed to lessen the impact of a punch. The SOAP issued training gear felt a little odd on their body but they did not complain.

“Just Lexie is fine.” The rabbit officer agreed to help this rookie on their first official days as an agent. Llun was a member of a species that only just joined the GCPD, and their knowledge of other kinds of life were limited. The Aescans had a lot of adjusting to enter in. Lexie had full sparring gear on as well, including padding on his head, fists, and groin. Lexie found the best way to gauge a potential partner was to engage in a sparring match. “Don't hold back, come at me like I am a dangerous criminal.”

Lexie assumed a fighting stance, shifting his weight more to one leg as he prepared for whatever move his partner would make. Llun kept a straight face even while he threw out a quick jab. The lepus had read that Llun’s species expressed emotions in extremely subtle facial movements that would be invisible to an outsider. This worked well in this sparring match, the lack of a facial tell helped to mask their intent. The rabbit continued on the defense, impressed by their hand to hand skills even if it felt somewhat robotic with how methodical it was. 

Llun threw a harder punch aimed at the rabbit’s face, but Lexie caught the blow, turning his body and throwing his hip to toss the stone faced alien over his shoulder. He was expecting them to hit the mat hard, but Llun caught themselves and landed gracefully and launched a counter attacking punch that knocked the wind out of Lexie. Taking a stumbling step back the rabbit dropped his guard. Llun kept on the offensive and kicked out to hit him again in the chest. While his foot did make contact with Lexie’s fur it was held firm by the rabbit, who pulled it back further. The Aescan’s stance became awkward and wide as he struggled to stay upright. 

Lexie kicked his foot upward with a blinding quickness, aiming it right between Llun’s spread legs. He stopped right before impact, but the wind of the strike ruffled the alien’s clothes.

“That would have been my victory.” Lexie stated as he let go of his partner’s leg. “You have a good grasp on the basics, but you'll need to learn to improvise and adapt.”

Llun tilted their head. “The strike would have hurt, sir, but it would not have been enough to shatter my pelvis.”

“Maybe, yes, but your bits would have been busted.” Lexie was unsure of Llun’s gender, but anyone's genitals would have been screaming in pain from a hard enough kick.

The pale alien’s brow furrowed at this, only ever so slightly. After a moment they raised a finger, trying to signal they understood. “You speak of the genitals ? Aescans do not possess them, we have no organs between our legs.”

“Nothing at all? Is that why you prefer to use they them pronouns?” Lexie asked, picking up a water bottle.

“Preference has nothing to do with it, it's just grammatically correct. In truth you may refer to me by any gender if it makes you more comfortable. Such concepts are foreign to me. Even wearing clothing that serves no practical use is strange to me, but I know it makes others more comfortable.” Llun tugged on their shirt to emphasize the point. “Back to the point, you have not won yet.”

With that Lexie gulped down a swig and tossed the bottle aside. With a smirk he walked back to finish the fight, thinking this rookie would turn out good.

A few days later Llun was in their S.O.A.P. uniform with Lexie. The two rode together on his space bike, the spot usually taken by Buster, Lexie’s AI companion, was empty as the robot was in for maintenance. The rabbit was on patrol in a mega city, chosen for it having an average crime rate and perfect to test the new species. Lexie was driving with the Aescan holding onto his hips from behind.

“What made you want to join the GPD?” Lexie asked, never taking his eyes off the road.

“I was a peace officer on my home planet. Protecting and serving is my calling and being able to do so on a greater scale is all the better.”

The rabbit wanted to ask more, but stopped when his sensitive ears twitched. He could hear someone calling out in an alleyway. Lexie pulled up, parking and squinting his eyes to peer between the darkened space between towering buildings. He could not see anything, save for the towering concrete all around him. It disturbed him more that this area was lifeless and devoid of any foot traffic. Once more the cry for help was heard.

“You're in charge, rookie, I'm just supervising. 

Llum was already reporting their approximate location to HQ on their wrist monitor and making their way off the bike. “We investigate.”

While the rabbit himself got annoyed when people would steal a glance at his crotch when he's on the job, but he couldn't help himself. The skin tight blue material clung to the Aescan’s crotch and showed that they indeed had nothing to hide down there. Snapping his eyes off his temporary partner’s crotch he went back to scanning the alley. They could see the shape of a humanoid laying face down deeper within. It was crumpled  on the ground with a repeated feeble cry of “Help me.”

Lexie reached out and turned the body around, seeing it was a mannequin with an audio playing device tapped to its mouth.

“Look out sir!” Llun shouted from behind.

Lexie heard a heavy step behind him and only had enough time to cover his head with his arms. A crushing impact was felt and the rabbit fell to the ground, skull ringing and vision blurred.

Llun pulled their side arm and pointed it at the attacker, but it was hit from their hand with a metallic thud as a metal bar impacted the weapon. A large gray meaty fist swung next, hitting the smaller pale alien off their feet. Lexie blinked his eyes and his vision focused enough to see a massive figure looming over him. It reached down and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck to lift him up.

“I look familiar, pig?” The figure growled. It had pure gray skin, stood twice as tall as the rabbit and dressed in cut leather vest and jeans. His voice was deep and threatening and had large shiny black eyes with a small mouth to contrast his big head. He didn't wait for Lexie to answer.

“My sister was going to break out of jail and you had to go and stop her!” He shouted as he moved his hands around the rabbit’s neck. “Even went and kicked her crotch, gonna hurt you real bad for that.”

The massive gray man’s hands tightened around Lexie’s neck. He gasped for air and dug his hands into his attacker’s wrists to try and pry them off, but his grip was hard as iron. He could feel his consciousness fading fast as he lost the ability to breath. 

Suddenly the alien’s grip loosened. Lexie looked down and saw that Llun’s foot was buried in the gray man’s crotch. One of his testicles clearly took the brunt of the attack, the tight jeans offering only to hold the delicate organs in place. Using this distraction the rabbit kicked his legs against the criminal’s body and broke free. Lexie crumpled to his knees and coughed, but picked himself up fast. The gray held his wounded balls, but stood upright. He spun and swung an angry fist at his kicker. Llun dodged easily. Even with a small trickle of blue blood dripping from their nostrils their face remained emotionless.

Llun moved between clumsy hits easily. Compared to the speed of their superior officer this criminal was practically moving in slow motion. It was after another failed hit the Aescan made their counter attack. They ducked down low, and swung their fist upward. Their hard knuckle dug into the tender flesh of his testicles. In that brief moment it felt like Llun was experiencing something brand new, seeing the much larger opponent cry out in agony from just one hit, knowing that this point of vulnerability could be exploited so easily. Once more the pale alien punched out and felt his fist hit the other ball. It was then that their face split into a wide grin.

“Move rookie!” Lexie shouted. The rabbit hopped up and flung himself at the gray from behind. He was enough to knock the giant over onto his belly. Quickly he moved to twist the gray’s arms behind his back and slapped a pair of magnetic handcuffs on his wrist. The ballbusting and tackle had stunned him for a moment but he quickly regained his senses and began to pull on the cuffs. They were a pair of metal clamps that when activated would magnetize and hold together. The large man’s muscles strained and much to the rabbits' shock the cuffs began to separate. 

Llun saw this too. The pale alien moved between the large man’s legs and grabbed hold of one of his testicles, squeezing it tight.

“Fuck!” The gray screamed, strength leaving his arms. The device held firm now, snapping back together. Llun kept up the pressure, smile widening, feeling the power they now held over this criminal. They could feel the delicate organ start to compress inside of their hand. 

“Easy rookie, we got them.” Lexie barked out.

With that Llun quickly let go, remembering their place as a peace officer. They stood up and moved to their wrist communicator to report the incident. 

The gray was soon loaded up in a police truck usually designed for multiple perps.

“Sir I am so sorry, I got carried away.” The Aescan said with head bowed. Their face actually did show some embarrassment.

Lexie waved a hand. “Heat of battle gets the best of us, just keep a cooler head next time.” He rubbed the back of his skull, happy there was no blood. “If it wasn't for your warning my head may have been cracked open like an egg.”

Llun stood up straight, putting on a forced smile to try and express the gratitude they felt.

“You'll make a good SOAP officer, Llun. In fact I think you should look into giving out warnings for speeding violations.”

“What do you mean, sir?”

“Read the penal code. Trust me on it.”

Low Blow Quest 14: Until Its Wet

“That was the sorriest fight I ever saw!” Morn all but shouted as she waved her flagon of mead. 

Glysh’s face turned a darker shade of green. “It's not my fault, he was such a hunk! And his juicy fat dick was practically out.” She paused, her blush growing from embarrassed to aroused. “I can still feel it when he pressed against me.” She kicked her feet in the air, her plump rump sitting on a stool that was too tall for one of her kind. 

The orc reflected on this as she took a sip of her drink. Sexy is truly a powerful weapon when used properly. The group was celebrating two thirds of their victories. The three had taken a row of seats at the counter of the establishment, leaving Kozor to rest on the table. The tavern was very rowdy with several large wrestlers either drowing the agony of defeat or cheering their wins. A few bar wenches were busy flirty with the fighters for some extra tips or after hours work. One such woman was behind the counter and was doing her best to keep drinks full and making sure no one got too rowdy for their own good. She was average height for a human and chubby. It was clear that most of her mass went to her breasts, which her top struggled to keep contained. Even though they were already massive, even bigger than the oni’s, she wore a dress that pushed them up, making them seem even more massive. She went to a tap to fill out a pitcher, but upon pouring the drink she slipped and drenched herself in the alcohol. As the liquid soaked her the clothing she wore clung to her body to show off her every curve. This got a loud cheer from all onlookers, who all began to demand she come to their table.

The only one being silent was Kuni, who was doing her best to maintain her composure and force her eyes on the drink in front of her. 

With a chattering of teeth Kozor spoke. “Something bothering you, tiger bimbo?” 

“Shut it.” She hissed. “I'm just worried because my monthly is due.”

The skull’s hollow sockets flashed with understanding. “Oh, you mean when you grow a huge dick and balls?”

“You don't have to say it like that!”

“I do when it makes you feel awkward.”

The orc got excited at this news. “Oh shit, really? Can I watch it this time?”

The oni felt blood rush to her cheeks and loins. “Watch?”

“Yeah, it's gotta be so cool to see a cunt change to a set of fat balls and penis. I never actually saw the change happen.”

The idea of Morn studying her genitals that closely was a very appealing idea, especially the idea of her getting low, her face inches away from her crotch, hot breath on her bare-

Kuni had to shake her head to snap out of this train of thought. She knew all too well that the level of horny she was at when the transformation took place would affect the size of her male genitals when she turned blue and futa. If she was really turned on her balls would be filled to the brim and she’d be consumed with the burning need to cum. “Maybe next time, we should focus on the fight. Besides I can never tell exactly when it'll come.”

“We can stare at each other’s junks later.” Glysh cut in. “Now that we are this far into the tournament we need to think how we can defeat the champion, the winner of the last five games.”

Morn waved a hand. “How bad can he be?”

“He is a stone elemental, he is literally made out of solid rock.”

At that Morn sat up straight. “How the hell are we supposed to beat something made of stone?”

Kozor chimed in. “You could wiggle your ass at it, it usually works for you.”

Morn placed a hand on top of the skull’s dome and pushed down, forcing the jaw shut. 

Glysh shooed away the orc’s hand allowing the undead wizard to speak. “I have some ideas, but I will  need to do some recon. And I will need our boney friend’s help, what do you say?”

“Sure, anything beats sitting around and watching people drink.”

Morn lifted her half empty cup. “You want some?”

The light in the skull’s sockets flickered. “You don't seem to grasp the idea of me being undead. I don't need to eat or drink.”

“Still, I was asking if you want any.”

“No, but thank you anyway.” Kozor felt an odd sense of gratitude from the gesture, even if it was pointless. With that the goblin picked him up and hopped off her stool.

“Would you be needing a refill, dearie?” A helpful tavern dripping wet keeper chimed in. She had been busy keeping the other patrons happy, but now she stood before the oni and orc with a full pitcher in hand.. “Love the face paint, looking mighty scary.” She was tall for a human and somewhat chubby. She leaned forward, her very ample cleavage bouncing and showing a small puddle of liquid between her breasts. 

“One more for me, I got my next match soon and don't want to be tipsy.” Morn stated, reasoning that the alcohol wasn't too strong for her.” She said as she passed a coin to the wench.

“Many thanks, and for you, deary?” She asked. She took a step but slipped on her own feet, tipping forward and spilling the drink on the oni’s crotch. She kept falling, her face resting in the red woman’s lap. Kuni shot up straight in her seat, her desperate attempt to keep from being aroused melting away in an instant.

“Oh my, I am so sorry!” The wench said as she grabbed a rag from the counter. 

“Don't worry, it's fine-” The crimson woman tried to stop what was coming but was too slow, as the human was already rubbing the cloth between her red thighs. The sensation of the woman's hand touching her leg through the cloth felt amazing. She wasted no time and directly started to rub her crotch, her own flimsy clothing offering no barrier as she had her vagina rubbed and patted. Unconsciously Kuni spread her legs apart more, letting her have more easy access to her sex even as she squirmed in her seat. Looking down she could see the human’s breasts were shaking as she moved, even bouncing enough to show a faint hint of pink areola. She could already feel herself getting wet, pushing forward as she sat. 

“About as good as I’ll get it. I'm real sorry about that.” The human said as she pulled her hand away. 

Kuni almost whimpered as her body demanded more. Her heart was racing as she reasoned that she was already this aroused and the only way to fix it before her change was to climax. “If you want a little coin maybe we could rent a room and you can really show how sorry you are.”

“Oh I’m flattered.” She spoke, adjusting her top absentmindedly as she covered up her most intimate areas. “But I only like men.” 

The wench’s voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper. “That's a perk of working here. Most of the guys are really packing in their trousers. And being fresh from a fight really has them fired up to give it their all.” She added with a giggle. “But tell you what, I’ll cheer you on in your fight. Gonna be there anyway to earn a little extra.”

Kuni was almost heartbroken and felt foolish for trying to pick up a bar maiden. She cursed herself, it must be her damn male half already influencing her. She’d never try to fuck strangers if it wasnt for that.

Morn was oblivious to her friend’s sexual frustrations. “How do they make money here if they keep spilling everything?”

The next day Morn woke up bright and early to apply her makeup. She had been doing it all of her life in various patterns and putting on the skeletal pattern on her face and arms was easy. What was less easy was to fit her body into the tight outfit. Her top made it feel like her breasts were being squeezed constantly and no matter how hard she pulled up her pants, part of her ass was showing. It was uncomfortable but still allowed her ease of movement so she couldn't complain. 

She did plan to really practice using her sexy as a weapon, especially with how Glysh match went. She made her way to the Squared Circle, all the while being pelted with boos and jeers from the crowd. She shot back with equal  venom, giving obscene gestures to the crowd and tossing out every curse word she could think of. Her opponent was already standing in the ring waiting. He was tiefling, with light purple skin and large curling horns on his head. He wore tight yellow pants with a mask that covered up the top of his head.

The referee stood in the ring, the same one as Morn’s last match. Using the voice caster he announced that this semi finals would be between Morn and the Saffron.

“I want a good clean fight.” The ref said, shooting daggers at Morn in particular. 

She ignored this, keeping her eyes on her opponent as the match was signaled to start. The two circled each other, both in a low stance ready to act. 

Morn was first, but instead of launching an attack she chose to lean forward. This showed off her cleavage in her too tight top. 

“Oh hey big boy.” The orc spoke in a tone she thought was haughty as she pushed her elbows together to further show off her boobs. “If you let me win I’ll let you do anything you want to them.”

The tiefling let out a snicker at this, shaking his head.

“Are you more of a butt guy?” Morn said, as she started to turn.

“I'm not a girl guy.”

Morn stopped dead for a moment. She had not planned for this, and her primary weapon had already been defeated. “Like, not even a little bit?”

The Saffron did not respond, choosing to jump and wrap his legs around the orc’s neck and twisted his body as he fell. This flung the green woman across the ring, making the crowd give a loud cheer.

Morn scrambled to her feet, realizing this is probably how men feel like when they get rejected at bars. If sexy couldnt work then she would just have to fall back on her tried and true method of beating his ass to win. She tried to launch a series of punches, but the tiefling was too fast and nimbly dodged each one. Morn overextended with one hit and this was countered by a sharp snapping punch to her nose. Her vision blurred as her eyes naturally started to water. When she blinked it way to see more clearly her foe was gone. She heard the sound of the tight ropes stretching behind her. She turned just in time to see the Saffron jumping off the ropes and kicking both feet at her. 

Her breasts took the full force of the impact, compressing against her ribcage painfully. She stumbled back, clutching her chest. 

“Come on, try to make this hard for me.” The man taunted while flexing his arms to the crowd who roared with approval, many yelling to finish off the orc. Morn felt anger well in her, wanting to put him down and to show up the jeering onlookers.

Saffron launched a high kick to the head, but Morn was quick enough to block the attack and catch his foot. He had to give an awkward hop to keep his balance. 

“Got you now!” She roared as she pulled her free arm back to punch him between the legs. Before she could the Saffron hopped and spun his body, hitting her with his other leg across the face. Morn had to let go from the sudden impact, turning and falling to her hands and knees. Once more the crowd went wild.

She pushed herself back up, but felt an arm curl around her neck. The Saffron had Morn in a rear chokehold and began to squeeze her windpipe. She grabbed at his arm and pulled, but even with her superior strength she could not pry herself free, only slightly lessen the pressure. She thought of how to escape, when she felt a familiar sensation on her rump. Her own pants have fallen down enough so her bare green skin was on his crotch. And his own pants were thin enough she she could feel a lot of what he was packing. She began to move her hips up and down, grinding on him.

“Hey! What are you doing?” He asked, trying to keep his composure.

She could feel a twitch between her cheeks. “Seeing if you are a butt guy.” 

Morn kept grinding, feeling it grow more and more. 

“What are you going to do? If you let go everyone will see you standing proud. Or you could just stay there and enjoy this.” She let out in a breathy voice. His grip was weakening as he could only moan. “For someone who doesn't like girls you sure love my ass.”

She could feel him getting closer, and she clenched her cheeks together, making him shudder in sudden pleasure. At this Morn pushed back with her hips as hard as she could, making him stumble back. She turned, seeing him blushing with a tent pitched. She gripped one hand under his thigh and one under his armpit, lifting him up and running to the ring post. 

“Looks like I made it plenty hard for you!” She yelled as she forced him down crotch first on the metal pole, crushing his balls. Every male in attendance let out a wince of pain as his mouth turned into a silent scream of agony. Morn let go, letting him fall uncermously  out of the ring. 

All onlookers were silent, seeing the sudden turnaround. Morn nudged the ref, reminding him to start the ring out count. With a dejected sigh seeing how he isn't getting up soon he did his duty and counted down from ten. When he reached zero he declared Morn the winner, much to the disappointment of the crowd.

Kuni was cursing herself in the pre fight ready tent. Her curse had taken over and she had already turned blue. Worst of all her man parts grew in huge, with a thick throbbing erection and balls that felt like they could burst at any moment with how full they were. Even with her tiger pattern outfit acting like a skirt there was no hiding her transformation. Even her horns had started to get longer. She knew that her match was soon. Her new half curse made it so masterbation  was impossible and the only way for her to go back to fully female would be to have someone else help her to cum. She closed her eyes, trying to relax and focus on anything besides her desperate need to climax. She pictured ice cold mountains, relaxing snow settling on trees. No sexy thoughts at all. Especially she forced herself to not think of that busty ass hell tavern wench in the cold, the icy temperature making her nipples get rock hard and poking through her top, practically begging to get sucked on and-

She shook her head, letting out a frustrated groan. Looking down she saw that her erection had at least died to a half chub. It would have to do, as she was being called out to fight. 

The now blue woman felt mortified as she made her way down the walkway. Even as the crowd cheered and the announcer hollered  her name she could only keep her eyes on the floor, even as she climbed into the squared circle. 

The ref stopped her, while she had the same face and outfit her new skin tone was very distracting. “Are you really Kuni?”

“Yes, I turn blue sometimes.” She said flatly.

The human looked her over, and eyes widened as he saw the bulge in her skirt. 

“Can we just start the damn match?” She asked, her voice pleading.

“Uh, sure.” He agreed, giving a thumbs up to the announcer who began to induce her opponent. Oni are rare, and as such the curse that plagues them was poorly understood. Kuni heard a familiar voice through everyone's cheering. She turned and saw the tavern  woman in the front row, hopping up and down. When the two made eye contact she smiled and increated her cheering. The blue woman bit her lip seeing how ferociously her breasts bounced and how her top struggled now more than ever to hold back the force of her motion. 

She was brought back to reality when she heard the ref scream out for the match to start. Kuni felt a sharp pain in her gut as she finally took notice of who she was fighting. It was a human, dark hair and thankfully dressed conservatively. She had a creeper skin suit on that covered her body to the knees and elbows and was not tight enough to be distracting.

Even as she bent over from the sucker punch Kuni had to be at least thankful that her transformation did grant her some extra muscle mass, so the impact was lessened by the bulk. This did also snap her out of her horny induced stupor to fight properly. The dark haired woman saw how ineffectual her punch was and chose to try a different tactic. She turned her head deliberately and lit up her eyes in exaggerated surprise. “Oh would you look at that! The ring girl just lost her top!”

Kuni knew this was a lie, obviously. But what if? At that she turned to where the wench was, disappointed to see her breasts firmly in their top. Before she could process this deception the newly formed testicles felt like they had been hit with a sledgehammer. She lurched forward and saw her opponent bringing a foot back from delivering a painful snap kick to her groin. The balls had just been created, and were especially sensitive. No amount  of extra muscle could hope to protect her manhood. Cupping her balls she had to look up at her foe, who gave a smug smirk as she placed a finger on the oni’s forehead and pushed her over. Kuni tried to force her hands away to get back up, but found the pain too intense and had to use all her strength to not throw up. The human placed a foot on the blue woman’s hips to pin her and she was quickly counted out. Kuni did her best mental gymnastics to blame her loss solely on her male half.

Thrash and Gnash: Back Alley Busting

Gnash walked home triomphant, even if she did not have any prize to show for it. She was given a pair of shorts for the sake of modesty after her previous clothing was ruined by a helpful producer. He mentioned something about not filing a lawsuit, which Gnash agreed to as she wasn't sure what that meant exactly. She had a good time and called her brother a dork on TV, so she was plenty content. She had a few more states to walk to in order to get back home. She briefly lamented that this journey would be quicker if she wasn't banned from public transportation and it wasn't Thrash’s turn to use the car this week. Still, getting some killer cardio in is always a plus. 

Not being too good with directions she just chose to go in a straight line back home. This currently led her through to a shady and run down part of a town. She passed by the entry to a dark and dingy back alley. 

“Hey, you!” 

The raccoon turned her head, her sunglasses making viewing into the shadowy alley more difficult but her eyes adjusted soon enough. Before her stood a cheetah. He wore a pair of loose jeans and a thin white shirt. He was well built, with pecs that strained his top. Gnash pointed two fingers at the stranger. 

“What's happening, brah?”

“Don't ‘brah’ me!” The cheetah snapped back. He reached out and grabbed the woman by the collar of her shirt and dragged her to the alleyway. It was hidden from the main street. An open dumpster, piles of rubbish, and long unused doors were all that could be seen. He shoved the woman against a brick wall harshly. 

“Easy dude, what's your damage?”

“Don't you remember? You hit me in the balls and made me look like a fool!”

Gnash thought for a moment, eyes looking up and to the left as that description didn't narrow things down.

“I'm Luke! The last round of Thrill Quest you hit me in the crotch, you cheating bitch!” He all but growled out, his face looming over Gnash’s.

“Dang brah, sore loser much. You hit me in the coochy first so you started it. Dont dish it out if you can't take it.” Gnash shrugged, starting to try to push off the cheetah.

“It was different, you just got lucky cus my jeans were so tight my nuts couldn't  move at all. You stole my dream vacation from me now youre gonna pay.” Without any further warning he drove his knee up between the woman’s legs, hitting her vagina with sudden force. Gnash let out a yipe of pain and reflexively lurched forward. He let go of her collar with one hand, hitting her across the cheek. 

Gnash’s reflexes took over and she threw a punch of her own, hitting the cheetah in the nose. The fight devolved into a sloppy brawl, lacking any real form or grace as both combatants threw out wild punches and kicks with abandon. The raccoon grabbed Luke by the collar and with all the strength she could muster and hurled him into a loose bag of trash. He yelled as he made impact, the pieces of junk causing small cuts on his back. He quickly got up, but his new jeans caught on something, ripping at the seams and falling to the ground.

Gnash eyebrows raised. “Going commando too?”

Instinctively Luke moved his hands to cover up his exposed manhood. 

“Don't be ashamed brah, you got a nice dong. Too bad you are a real dong!” Gnash giggled to herself. 

The cheetah’s face grew red with both anger and embarrassment. He let go of his junk and reached at the women's shorts. With a wicked pull it ripped off of her body, leaving both bottomless.

“Hey! Stop taking my shorts off!” She yelled as she threw a panicked punch at her foe. The toe resumed their fight, once more it took a chaotic rhythm with both shoving each other into the brick walls of the alleyway or hitting wild attacks. Both contestants were now bruised and sweating, with what remained of their clothing in tattered rags. The two got a brief break  in their struggle and gulped down air. Wiping sweat from his brow the nude cheetah looked at the raccoon’s chest. She had perky breasts that were glistening with sweat. They bounced as she took in deep breaths, and this caused a wicked idea to sprout in his mind. He took a quick step in and reached forward with both hands, each one grabbing one of Gnash’s breasts. His fingers wrapped around the soft flesh tightly, digging in deeply as he squeezed with all his might. 

“The hell! Let go of my girls you perv!” Gnash yelled out in pain and shock. Reflexively she grabbed at his wrists, trying to pry them off. Luke didn't let up, squeezing harder so his nails started to dig into her boobs. He pulled upward, forcing the woman to stand on her tiptoes.

“Say moo!” He commanded with a cruel smile.  

Gnash had to let out another scream, feeling like her breasts were being crushed and pulled off. She knew that he had plenty of sensitive parts to squeeze too. She pulled one hand away from her wrist and made it down between his legs. His nuts were large and she found what she was looking for quickly. She clasped down on one nut, squeezing it hard. She knows how to grip a testicle so it wouldn't slip out of her grasp in the scrotum. She felt relief when the male’s grip on her breasts lessened. She added a twisting motion to her wrist, forcing the cheetah to let go. She then shot her other hand to grab the base of his penis. With her own cruel smile she taunted. “Here is the helicopter.”

She spun he dick round, letting the flaccid member make rotations. 

“And here is the roar of the engine!” She squeezed his testicle hard, digging her thumb into the tender flesh to elicit a loud scream. The cheetah’s legs gave out and he fell to his knees. Gnash let go of the man’s genitals and started to try and massage away the pain in her chest. She gave them a very gentle squeeze of her own, making sure nothing was broken. When she was satisfied she looked over to the male, still on his knees and holding his junk.

“That's what you get for grabbing my girls. Have you learned your lesson about picking a fight with a strong radical woman like me?” She stood over him with a sense of martial pride, feeling like she had bested him. Luke’s eyes opened, flashing with fury. Before Gnash could fully process he let go of his junk and in a swift motion delivered an uppercut to the woman’s groin. His hard knuckles dug into her vagina, feeling the bone of her pelvis. She let out a high scream of pain, stumbling back a few steps before landing on her bare ass. She rolled over to her side, curling into a ball.

Luke stood up, giving his tortured ball one last rub before standing up straight. “That's what you get for messing with my  puffs.” 

Already feeling exhausted Luke wanted to end things. He got down low and quickly moved his legs to either side of the woman’s head. Letting himself fall to the side he moved so his thighs were wrapped around her neck and began to squeeze to choke her out. This had the added advantage of having his sweaty sac right on the woman’s face.

“Get a good whiff, slut. It'll be the last thing you smell before you lose consciousness.”

Gnash tried to grab at his legs to pull them apart. His legs were stronger than her arms and it was getting impossible to breathe. 

“Bet you love having nuts in your face, eh?” Luke stated, his smile smug as ever. He added a flex of his biceps to really feel macho. Gnash could feel the bile in her thought rising. With a final push she pulled at his legs, giving her just enough room to wriggle and move her mouth to his scrotum. She found a ball and bit down hard. Instantly the man gave a shrill scream and let go of his scissor hold. Gnash would have liked to keep biting but she needed to breathe, and thankfully this air was free of ball sweat as he jumped away.

Luke hopped in surprise and pain, frantically feeling his sack for any signs of blood. Thankfully there were no red stains, but his scrotum had noticeable teeth dents. 

“You crazy bitch! You bit my balls!” He screamed with all the indignation of a man who was almost unmanned.

Gnash took a woozy  step but still delivered a punch to his head that left him sprawling. “Don't put your nasty nuts in my mouth!”

Luke fell but quickly recovered. The two fought more, their already wild attacks growing more desperate. Their hot sweat mixed together as their overworked and battered bodies rubbed against each other. Luke got low, putting his shoulder into the woman’s stomach and pushed her against a cold hard dumpster. She let out a gasp as the air was forced from her lungs but she still fought back, raining elbows down on the man’s back. Luke reached lower, hooking his hand behind her knee and lifting her up. He strained as he arched his back, bringing her other leg over the lip of the dumpster and slamming her down. The thin metal shot dead center of the raccoon’s womanhood, her whole body weight hitting her clit. Gnash didn't scream, as the sheer shock was too great for her. Her body went rigid for a moment before she started to slump and fall over. One leg hit the asphalt and she started to fall over, but Luke caught her and forced her shoulders to the wall to stand her up. Gnash offered no resistance, sobbing as both hands went to her crotch in a desperate attempt to sooth her pain. 

Luke used his thumbs to feel around the woman’s abdomen, feeling for a pair of rubbery orbs hidden away. Eventually they locked in, feeling the resistance of her ovaries. His mouth slipped into a sharp toothed grin as he pushed forward with all his remaining strength. A new wave of agony shot through the raccoon, as her very womanhood was being crushed. The ovaries, tucked way inside her body, had nowhere to go so they took all the force of the assault. She could only let out a shrill scream of pain and she desperately tried to push him off.

“Come on, let's see if they make a popping sound.” Luke snarled as he pushed even harder. Ghash felt like her lady balls would be crushed at any moment. Before anything else could happen a rumbling formed in her stomach and she gagged.

This caught Luke’s attention, who relented for a moment. She gagged again, making him let go to take a few steps back. Gnash lurched forward, vomiting onto the cold hard ground.

“You're nasty.” Luke stated, looking away for a moment. When the woman finally finished she stayed stuck on her hands and knees, only having moved just enough so her head wasn't above her own throw up. With the heat of the fight dissipated for a moment the cheetah could see he had a perfect view of the raccoon's toned ass. For as much as he hated her, he had to admit she had a perfectly toned round butt. Despite how much abuse his manhood had taken he could feel a stirring in his loins as his dick started to twitch. Why not have a little fun, she does owe him a vacation after all. 

Luke got down to his knees, sliding his swelling penis between the woman’s sweat slick ass cheeks. Giving a shudder of pleasure his dick quickly went to full mast. He thrusts his hips forward and back, seeing that the woman offered no resistance. She would definitely enjoy this. Luke slapped Gnash’s ass and caused an echoing crack in the alleyway.

This sharp pain in her rump woke Gnash up from her stupur . She was now fully cognisant of what Luke was doing, feeling his gross throbbing dick on her ass. She grew furious, anger temporarily overriding the agony in her reproductive system. She pushed up and twisted around, grabbing the cheetah's penis and giving a sharp turn to the side. Something snapped and the man’s once straight dick had an unnatural bend in the middle. 

Luke looked down, stunned into silence. His face grew pale as sheer dread set in. His pals began to sweat as his whole body grew cold. Before he could fully experience the pain he fell back, consciousness mercifully leaving his body. He lay naked on his back, legs splayed as his eyes closed.

Gnash stood up, still seeing red. She used a foot to push his thighs further apart. The man’s balls were loose in their sack, resting on the ground. She stomped down furiously on his nuts again and again. Each hit was punctuated by swear or further threat. Eventually the man’s orbs couldn't take anymore and one gave out. Gnash could hear a sickening squelch as one testicle gave way, flattening out fully. 

Gnash stepped back, breathing in to fight back her exhaustion. Adrenaline wore off and pain returned to her. She gingerly felt her crotch, rubbing her clit with only the lightest touch and was relieved to feel it had not been split in the middle. Likewise she didn't hear anything break when Luke had pressed his thumbs into her ovaries. She knew what that felt like. With that she looked down at the knocked out man, seeing his half deflated sack and bent dick. She leaned down and poked the flat part with her hand, feeling the once rubbery orb had deflated and chunks now swam in his scrotum.

“Yup, it's busted good.” She shrugged. She assumed that Luke had good insurance like her and he could get his ball fixed up. Thrash had ruined his nuts countless times, sometimes by her. Took a moment to try and recover a little more, grabbing and emptying out a trash bag onto Luke to use it as makeshift clothing. She left the alley, knowing she still had  a long walk ahead of her.