Ty

(This is a commission story for anonymous)

Ty stood alone on the inner city street corner. It was a rough neighborhood and night, but she did not care. She was going to do as she pleased and would glady fuck up anyone who got in her way. 

She was tall with a strong build. She was athletic, but had curves in all the right places. Her round juicy full ass was only half covered by her sagging pants. She knew it was showing off her goods but she did not give a fuck. Her pants were so low that her thick curly bush was visible as well. A beanie covered her hair, letting thick bands of dreadlocks fall off and onto her shoulders. It was usually hard to see her eyes. 

Something caught her eye, a sight she did not see too often. It was a caucasian male. He looked very out of place, trying hard to look like he wasn't nervous. She took one last drag of her cigarette before flicking it to the ground. Eyeing up the man she could see he was dressed plainly, with a simple shirt and gray sweatpants. What really got her attention was the size of the bulge in his pants.

“Sheet, n****.” She all but shouted as she started to saunter to the man. “Howza white boy packin’ all dat fuckin’ dick?”

“Oh hey.” The man laughed nervously. “My name is Mike, I was just-”

Ty slapped him across the face. “Don’t remember askin’. Now shut yo ass up and follow me.” 

Without another word she grabbed Mike by the arm and led him to a back alley, out of view of the street. The moment they were out of eyesight of any passers by she shoved him harshly against a brick wall. “Now I know you weren't gonna walk round wit all dat dick and not finna find some fuking, did you whitie?”

He was starting to stutter out a response, but before any words could escape his mouth Ty had planted her lips on his, kissing him deeply. She shamelessly ran her hand under his shirt, feeling his chest and back. He let out a soft moan as the woman bit his lip. 

“Aint never met a white boy with a dick like a black fo’ now. Bet yo ballz is nice and full for me, ain't they?”

Mike was too flustered to even get out a sound. He went into the ghetto hoping to catch the eye of a woman, but this was going even better than his wildest dreams. Before he knew it Ty had turned her back on him, leaning forward to push out her fat black ass. Her pants were sagging, revealing both her ass crack and the fact she had on no panties. 

“Go on and grab, sugar, dis all for you tonight.” Her voice was dripping with excitement . She loved pushing around a whitey and one who could actually satisfy her. 

Mike slowly moved his hands down, even with express permission he was unsure. She did not wait, backing up and grinding her ass on him. 

“Ever see a sista twerk in person? Finna get dat dick nice and hard for me.”

She bounced her booty with practiced ease, rubbing up and down on the man’s crotch. After a few gyrations she slowed down, feeling like something was off. She felt that there was something wrong with the dick that was currently between her cheeks. She got up and turned, her hand fingering his groin quickly. She gave it a squeeze and it was oddly soft.

“Da fuck?”

She hooked a finger around his waistband and pulled. 

“Da fuck is dis, n****?” She shouted as she pulled out a pair of rolled socks. Ty was furious, as was expecting a fat well hung white boy, not stuffed pants. 

Mike’s face flushed bright red. “Well, I just wanted to look-”

“Shut yo ass up!” She snapped. “Lemme see yo shit.”

Without any further warning she grabbed the side of his pants, yanking down to reveal his throbbing erection. Unfortunately it only stood at two and a half inches long. His balls were not much better, looking like a pair of peanuts.

The woman’s face suddenly split into a wide smile, laughing loudly in the male’s face. “Shit, dat as big as it gets?”

Mike’s face turned redder, he knew he was small, but not small enough to warrant this.

Ty wiped a tear away from her eye. “Fuck, dats funny as shit. Kay, know wat? Dat was on me. Shoulda known no way a white boy would have a real dick. Shit, all crackers be the same, yo.”

Mike was beyond humiliated at this point. He hurriedly picked up his pants and started to turn to walk away. 

“Where you think you going, cracka? Im still all hot and horny here, gotta take care of dis wet ass pussy. Hope yo mouth makes up fo yo micro penis.”

Mike wasn't having it and he started to walk away. Before he could take more than two steps Ty was shooting her hand down the back of his pants. She gripped his balls from behind, her arm pressing against the crack of his ass. 

Ty rested her chin on Mike’s shoulder, keeping a hard grip on his balls. “I know y’all didnt try walkin’ away from me.” 

Her voice grew more and more dangerous as she moved her hand to press one of his testicles between thumb and finger. She spoke, breathing warm air directly onto his ear. “I got yo shit, white boy. Maybe I should just rip it off. You sure as shit ain't using it.”

“Wait, please.”

“Listen good, whitey. Gonna get me some reparations one way or another. You gonna follow me home and you eat dis here black pussy til yo mouth go numb.”

She tightened her grip, making the male groan in pain as the agony radiating up into his gut.

“Or I finna rip dis here tiny, useless, pussy ass little white nut right here and now. Well, whatcha gonna do, white boy?”

Mike was still reeling, but the woman's shifting fingers made the choice for him. “I'll follow you home!”

“Smart, fo a cracker.” She let go of his genitals, but moved her hands to grip both of his ass cheeks. “Got a nice ass fo a white boy. Could have some fun with alla dis here.”

Ty lead Mike by the arm to her apartment, not bothering with small talk. She entered her apartment, it was simple and humble, with noise coming from the kitchen. An older woman, Ty’s mother, poked her head out to see who was coming in.

“Oh hello, got yo self a fine piece a man meat!” Sha was as tall as Ty, but she did not keep herself in shape anymore. She was the very definition of thicc, with a chubby belly, full tits, and an ass that claps with every step. She had on only a thin sundress, as her nipples poking through gave testament that she had on no bra. 

“Mama, keep yo hands offa em. Hes my cracker. Sides, he got a lil shrimpy.”

Mike flustered at this, but Sha did not allow him any chance to speak. She walked up to the new guest, pressing a hand on his chest. “Hush up. Ain't bout the size. Looks like dis here white man got some energy.”

Ty scrunched her face, pushing her mother’s hand off of her new boy toy. “Dat energy finna eat my ass, back off!”

Sha scoffed. “Bitch!” She kicked her foot up between her daughter’s legs, smashing into her vagina. For the first time the in controle Ty looked helpless as she let out a shout and fell to her knees. 

“Shit, Mama, why ya gotta be kicking my shit?”

Sha only turned, practically jiggling her huge ass in her daughter’s face. Paying no attention she once more started to flirt with the man. Ty was furious, her pussy hurt like hell and her mommy had her phat cheeks in her face. It wasn't a bad sight, but she wasn't gonna let her steal her white boy. She clenched her hand into a fist and shot it directly upward, smashing into the older woman’s cunt. She could feel the curly pubes on her knuckles as it hit sensitive flesh. Sha yelled, falling over and onto her daughter. The two women began to struggle with each other, rolling around and knocking down furniture. Mike was unsure what to do, only looking on. He could not help but love the sight of the milf’s jiggly body and the younger woman’s toned body.

Sha got her hand between Ty’s grabbing her pussy and squeezing. “Shoulda never stepped up to yo mama, n****!”

“Shit!” Ty tried to pull her mom’s hand off her, but the grip was too strong. She instead grabbed her own pants, pulling them off easily. This allowed her to wiggle out of the older woman’s hand at the cost of her bottoms. She stood half dressed and pussy throbbing. Sha stood up as well, but was much slower. Ty took advantage and darted forward, reaching a hand and gripping her mother’s cunt tightly. Sha tried to struggle, but a tightening squeeze discouraged her.

“Bare pussy grab, bitch! No way yo fat ass gettin out!” Ty shouted happily.

“Easy girl, dont be rippin off my girl nuts!” She yelled, leaning forward from the pain. 

“Don't let me catcha grinding on mah white boy again. And you, white boy!”

With that she reached her other hand and grabbed the man by his ball, the same one she squeezed before. “I saw yo white ass lookin at my mama’s ass! If you don't make me cum, finna rip off yo dick, yo balls, alla y’all shit!”

With that she squeezed harder. Mike could only scream and try to make promises that would placate the woman. Ty’s squeeze made her other hand tighten as well, making her mom scream too. 

“Das right, n****. Imma ballbuster. Imma cuntbuster. Best respect it!” She finally let go, and started to walk to her bedroom.

Mike watched her bottomless form walk by, even with the pain in his groin he couldn't help but feel a twinge of pleasure seeing her ass bounce with every step. She sat on her bed and spread her legs, leaving her black curly pubes. 

“Move it, fuckin cracker. Pissed off here cus my hand smell like pussy and nuts. Better make me scream!”

Thrash and Gnash: Thrill Quest!

“Hello and welcome to Thrill Quest!” The announcer, Mikey, said into his retro style microphone. He was a lion with an extravagantly styled mane addressing the live studio audience. Spotlights swung around to illuminate the stage, showing off part of a large obstacle course and a platform surrounded by water. The viewers cheered as the contestants appeared, revealing a female bird, a male cheetah, and a very gaudily dressed raccoon. 

“This is the game show that combines knowledge with athleticism. All of it streamed live on Bulu, commercial free for Bulu plus! Let's meet the contestants who will be competing for the grand prize.”

The lion strutted up to the bird, his finely made suit hugging his body tightly. 

“First we have Tuca from California, tell us a little bit about yourself.”

She was a toucan, with a large beak that clattered as she spoke. “Oh my gosh I'm so happy to be here! I work in IT and I really want to win this prize for me and my boyfriend!”

“How sweet, we wish you the best of luck. Next we have Luke from Florida, what brings you here?”

The cheetah gave a cocky smirk. “I'm going to be winning this because I always win.”

“A very charming confidence, lets see if you can keep that til the end. Last and definitely not least we have…” He paused to try to keep his composure. “I am quoting directly from her submission card here, Gnash Panda from Downtown Coolsville.”

At that the trash panda extended her pinky and thumb out, giving it a wiggle while flashing a toothy smile. She was dressed in her usual attire, which is to say she looked like she was ready to direct a video for Buns of Steel. She had on a bright pink top and highlighter yellow shorts, complete with obnoxious sunglasses despite being indoors. Without needing any prompting she leaned into the microphone. “Hey mom, Holly, and Gilbert you dork!”

Mickey chuckled, wondering if this was some sort of annoying streamer or E-celebrity. “I'm guessing you're not a fan of this Gilbert?”

“Yeah, he’s my twin bro, dude. Couldn't make it cus he's too busy reading his Morn: The Runt comic. Let's just say he likes to read that comic in the bathroom a lot.” She said as she pumped her cupped hand in the air.

“We are streaming live, so let's keep it mature.”

“Oh, sorry.” Gnash said. “I meant he touches his penis while looking at the comic.”

“Moving on!” Mikey almost shouted, walking towards the obstacle course. It was a long series of padded traps and tests of athleticism. “Tuca will be going first, so the other contestants will make their way to the waiting room.”

Luke and Gnash sat in the small waiting room. It was lit with a flashing fluorescent light and had a simple water cooler in it. The raccoon busied herself with some warm ups.

“You stay in good shape, I like that in a girl.” Luke said, eyeing up the badly dressed ringtail. 

“Thanks, my mom used to run a fitness studio so I know all about staying in shape.” She spoke as she put one hand on her hip and bent her body to the other side. “Always ready to push it to the limit.” She then started to hum a tune to a downright ancient song.

“Oh I bet. If you want a real workout we can meet up after the game.” The cheetah said as he took out a cigarette and lit it up. “Want one babe?”

Gnash face scrunched up in disgust. “I never say yes to a cigarette.” She said before snatching the lit one from the man’s mouth and stomping it out. 

Luke was annoyed but mostly stunned. “Are you for real?” He asked, wondering if her outfit wasn't just part of a bit.

Before he could say anything more Gnash was called out to participate. She was given a life vest and helmet, in compliance with the show’s safety standards. She did grumble about her perfectly styled mullet messed up, but she would never say no to wearing safety pads. She climbed up to the start of the course, looking it over she could see only a few of the traps she would need to get across head, her cool shades darkening her vision too much to see further ahead. She could see that if she fell she would land in water where she would have to swim up to try the same obstacle again. She refused to take them off, as she looked too cool in them. 

“Are you ready, Gnash?” Mikey asked. “Tuca has a good time. If you are second or third you'll be at risk of elimination in the quiz section.”

“Never was good at quizzes, so I will get my rear in gear for this.” She said, waving to the crowd and flexing as best she could. 

A loud buzzer blared and the raccoon was off. Her first few obstacles were easy, only requiring her to hop on alternating small platforms before swinging across a rope over water. Next she had to shimmy her way across a ledge only a half a foot long, with holes that periodically shot out boxing gloves ranging form a normal fist size to extremely thin. She positioned herself hugging the wall and started to make her way across. The ringtail could hear one coming at head height, and she deftly moved aside to dodge it. When one came at her midsection she grabbed onto a hole to allow herself to push her butt out to let the punch only hit empty air. 

“All that time boxing is paying off.” She thought to herself. She shimmied across more. When her legs were spread wide another glove shot between them, but only the loose fabric of her shorts were hit. She let out a sigh of relief, happy she was not her brother, his dumb balls would have been nailed.

As soon as she completed her thought another glove hit her, this time in the lower abdomen, nailing her left ovary full force. All the air was forced out of her lungs as a gut churning pain ran through her. Her legs buckled as she struggled to stay on the ledge, but a second wave of agony ran through her and she fell backwards, splashing in the water. As her head broke the surface she could only utter a single “Bogus.” The crowd did see her fall, only thinking she got hit in the stomach.

Gnash struggled to swim with the throbbing pain in her guts, but managed to get to the ladder to hold on and catch her breath. She wanted to take more time to rest, but knew she had to keep going. When she made her way to the top she decided to cross the ledge the opposite way, hoping to hurry across it quickly to avoid any more painful hits. With her back to the wall she shuffled across as fast as she could. She got a few punches to the back, but managed to stay on. She neared the end, where her feet would finally be firmly on another platform. Suddenly she felt a new pain. One of the thinner gloves had hit her right in the rear end, pushing between her cheeks. She let out a loud yipe expressing both pain and violation. Her balance was ruined and she started to wobble forward. Not wanting to hit the water again she reached towards the platform, managing to get her fingers over it to hold on. crawling her way up she cleared the ledge, and then had to dig out a mad wedgie from her butt. 

The remaining obstacles did not cause any issues, the final one being all that remained. She had to walk across a narrow balance beam, all while a pendulum swung back and forth parallel with the beam. It was made out of rubber, but was shaped like a classic bladed pendulum youd see in a fantasy torture chamber. She took one moment to observe the swing of the device, thinking in terms of her old NES games she needed to time things just right. She makes her way onto the beam, advancing just enough to see the edge of the rubber blade in front of her nose. As soon as it started to swing back she made her way further across the beam. Once she saw the blade make its way back to her she ducked down, placing two hands on the beam and lowered her crotch to rest on it, allowing most of the force of the landing to go to her butt.

Once she was free from the danger of the pendulum she rose to her feet to advance again. She made her way across quickly hoping to get past where the swing would be at the lowest. However with her shoes wet from her previous fall she slipped. With her heart sinking in fear she saw that her legs were between the beams and it met her crotch again, this time much more harshly with all of her body weight crushing down on her genitals. Gnash let out a low shuddering moan as another part of her womanhood was assaulted, sending a new wave of pain through her. She leaned forward, laying down on the beam and letting herself recover. She could hear the entire crowd all laughing at her plight, but she was unable to fully appreciate it. She could feel the displaced air of the rubber blade above her and knew that her time was just getting worse and worse. Fighting through the pain when the pendulum swung behind her she forced herself through her feet, moving forward again. In her head she was now free from risk of the trap, and all she had to do now was get on the platform in front of her and she would be home free. With her feet still on the beam she reasoned she would have a good time overall.

As soon as she thought this the raccoon could feel something on her rump again. The rubber blade had snagged her shorts, the edge hooking into the elastic and now the momentum of the device lifted her up and gave her a powerful wedgie. She yelled in shock, and was forced off the beam as her clothing now carried her as the pendulum brought her through the backswing. She dangled above the water, the fabric of her shorts digging into her already sore crotch. She was unsure what to do, reach down to try and soothe the pain in her loins or reach back and try to free herself. She did not have time to think as she was brought forward and when the rubber blade reached the apex her shorts broke, flinging her to the platform. She landed awkwardly, with her ass high up. Her soaking wet underwear, a pair of women's briefs, was now on full display. This elicited tons of hoots and hollers from the audience, both male and female. 

Still in this shameful position, she heard the buzzer go off, letting her know she had completed her run. She sprung to her feet, oblivious to her state of undress and attempted to strike another cool pose. Unfortunately, a sharp shooting pain ran through her, only allowing Gnash to bend forward at the waist and waddle off stage.

“Unfortunately Gnash Panda and Tuca ranked with the worst times, meaning they will have to be going home.” Mikey announced as he stood before both women who each had a podium of their own. Gnash was left only with her briefs and neon top, but did not seem to truly mind, happily bouncing on the balls of her feet to try and get in the zone. Tuca was slightly distracted, the bare hips and leg of her opponent proving an enticing sight.

“First person to get the quiz question right will be safe and will move on to the final round, let's begin.” The lion looked down at his cue cards. “Who sang the 87 song ‘Boys Summertime Love?’”

Gnash was quick on the buzzer. “Sabrina Salerno! And there is an uncensored version where you can see her tatas!”

“Correct, and thank you for that extra bit of information.” Mike added, trying to keep up his cheerful expression and not giggling at the mention of the word ‘tatas.’

Tuca looked a little disappointed, but still applauded her opponent to appear a good sport. She took solace knowing she at least kept her pants on the whole game.

“Don't feel too bad Tuca, you still get to stick around to see the final game!”

Gnash climbed up a ladder to the final stage with her given weapon, to stand on a circular platform with a three foot drop to a pool below. Luke was already there, with his life vest and helmet on over his casual attire. Gnash was still without pants, her tighty whities looking especially pronounced with her vest on. 

The cheetah let out a leer, eyeing up her bottom half shamelessly. “I did try to imagine what your panties looked like, never expected you to wear men’s underwear. You hiding anything in there I should know about?”

Gnash squatted down a little to emphasize her hips. “I usually use the dick pouch as extra pockets. Nothing hanging in there currently.”

Luke was taken aback by this. “Whatever, I'm still pissed you stole my cig, so don't expect me to go easy on you.”

“Brah I saved your life. Winners don't do drugs.” She said, turning to face the camera with a wink and thumbs up.

Both contestants were armed with what looked to be an overly large Q-Tip. It was a metal pole with foam over it, each end had an extra layer of soft rubber. The rules were simple, both people had to knock the other off the platform using only their weapon. Besides only using the weapon to strike anything goes. When the buzzer sounded for the match to begin Luke took the offensive, jabbing the rubber end of his Q-Tip again and again, only for each strike to be deflected by the raccoon. She was grateful for her time at the LARP fair, as it provided good practice. She struck out, not hitting hard but mostly using her weapon to try and push the male off. 

The rubber on the end of the weapon caught on the fabric of his shirt that was exposed under his vest and dragged him to the side. With a snarl he stuck at Gnash’s weapon knocking it aside.

“Chill dude, it's just a game.” She said, readying her weapon again. 

“Fuck off!” He growled.

“Hey, swearing is totally uncool.” She scowled.

Luke took this moment to jab out again, hitting the woman in the midsection. He then dragged his weapon downward, the rubber of his Q-Tip catching the women's briefs and pushing it down to the ground. 

“Woah, hey!” She shouted, leaning down reflexively to pull up her underwear, but was stopped when the rubber end flew up and hit her in the nose. This cracked her sunglasses and drew a bead of blood from her nostril. She staggered back, her pulled down briefs tripping her and making her fall onto her bare ass. With another flick of the Q-Tip Luke pulled the garment off of her feet and flung it into the water, partly expecting the woman to jump in after her to try and save what little modesty she had left.

She got to her feet, her tail curling around to try to cover herself up as best she could. “Not cool, bro!”

The live audience began cheering at the sight of her waist down nudity, with Mikey looking nervous wondering what the issues for streaming bare cooch online would be.

Luke kept hitting Gnash, aiming at hitting her crotch through her tail. “If you just give up now I’ll let you take off my pants later.”

“Your pants are not my size!” Gnash shouted, getting tired of all of the groin abuse. She swung wide, hitting the cheetah in the inner calf to force the male into an awkward wide stance. With the rubber end of her weapon between the man’s legs she gripped the pole of her weapon with both hands, lifting it upwards to impact his own crotch.

 The male let out a sharp high pitched yell of pain, dropping his weapon then dropping to the ground, curling up into a ball. 

“Yeah, that's what ya get for being a jerk.”

Luke didn't respond, only quietly beginning to sob in pain. 

“Geeze bro, I didn't hit you that hard.” Gnash said, rubbing the back of her head and looking around nervously. Getting no response she just placed the end of her Q-Tip to the male’s side and gently nudged him into the water to win the round.

“That's one for the highlight reels.” Mikey said, standing next to Gnash who now donned a towel around her waist. He was assured from the producers that she cannot sue due to the paperwork the woman signed and the sponsors don't mind the display, so the lion was in high spirits. “Now, Gnash, after you took that hit to the nose I thought there was no way you are getting back up after that, but you’re well and you managed to score the win. How do you feel?”

“Man, I just took the most excellent hit of my life, but just gotta walk it off and I feel fine.”

“Our on staff medical team was busy with Luke.” The cheet was still wincing as two men carried him away on a stretcher, ice pack on his balls.

Gnash adjusted her cracked glasses. “Nah, I'm a child of mother nature, just to take in some cosmic rays and I’m fine.”

Mikey gave his biggest smile and proudly announced. “You'll be getting plenty of that with your grand prize, an all expenses paid flight to Hawaii!”

The woman frowned. “Wait, flight? Like on a plane?”

“Yes. that was clearly stated in the show’s description.”

Gnash shook her head. “I didn't read all that, just got excited to play. I'm actually on the no fly list, so it's a no go for me.”

“Wait, why are you on the no fly list?” The announcer asked with concern.

“The lawyer dude told me not to answer that unless you're a cop, brah. Give the trip to that Tuca babe, she would look good on the beach.”

Gnash looked around the crowd to find Tuca. “Send me some bikini photos to LexieFan@AOL and the trip is yours. Deal?” At this the large beaked bird nodded, both flattered by the display and happy she got the prize handed to her.

Mikey was stunned into silence by this. He opened his jaw to try to ask a follow up question, but Gnash was already turning to walk out of the building. “Better get walking back home, took me forever to get here.”

When she neared the exit she grabbed her towel, tossing it back to the man. “Sorry, this is yours, right?” 

The toucan leaned over the railings separating the audience from the games, trying very hard to steal one last glance of the raccoon’s toned behind as she left.