Buttman Begins
Rainbow Dash stood over her couch, frowning down. Her hands, balled into fists, were placed firmly on her boyish hips, and her feet were exactly shoulder width apart. Her physical display of mild irritation with her situation was carefully calculated, though she wasn't entirely sure whether she was more irritated at the unconscious changeling on her couch, or at herself for bringing it here in the first place. "You'd better be grateful once you wake up." If you wake up, she mentally corrected herself. “I could have just left you in the Everfree Forest, you know,” she lied. “I'll bet no one would have objected at all.” She grunted, absentmindedly kicking the air in yet another carefully calculated display of irritation. “Or turned you over to Twilight. I bet she'd love to be able to dissect you, see what makes Changelings tick,” she lied again.
The changeling remained mostly motionless, the agonizingly slow rise and fall of its chest the only sign that it wasn't dead. Rainbow Dash groaned, kicking the air again. She really shouldn't have taken it home. With the events at the Royal Wedding still fresh in her memory – in everyone's memories, really – finding a changeling this close to Ponyville should have prompted a massive panic. At the least a patrol to make sure that another invasion wasn't going to go down. She wished that someone other than Scootaloo and her friends had found it, or that they’d gone to Applejack or Rarity instead of to her. Here she was, with a changeling on her couch. She should have left it to die.
But she couldn't.
It was tiny. Scrawny, really, was a better term for it, and ‘very clearly starving to death’ was better still. Or as clearly starving to death as a creature with an external skeleton could be. At least, Dash assumed it had an exoskeleton, based mostly on what Twilight had told her about changeling biology. It went over her head that Twilight knew about as much about changelings as anyone did and was very clearly bullshitting, but looking at one now, up close and still, she wasn't entirely sure whether Twilight was right about that. She prodded the unconscious creature's flesh. It wasn't rigid or hard, the way bugs were. It was soft and smooth, but firm and taught. Like leather. But alive, and warm. Much warmer and more alive than it had been when she found it.
“That's good, right? You’re not dead?” Dash decided that yes, ultimately it was a good thing that it hadn't died. “I mean, like, there's gotta be a reason you were alone and unconscious in the Everfree Forest, and it's probably not that you were planning to invade Ponyville. Right?”
The changeling responded by groaning weakly. It was the first noise that it had made since Dash had brought it into her home, and Dash decided that it was a good sign. Its breathing was less shallow, its slender chest rising and falling more noticeably. Her slender chest? Dash wasn't entirely sure. It was hard to tell if it was a boyish girl or a feminine boy, or just scrawnier than it would usually be because it was starving. But now that Dash was actually looking, she could see its chest ever so slightly swelled, and its hips ever so slightly flared. There were curves there, at least as pronounced as Rainbow Dash's own, if dulled by the lack of flesh on her bones (if she even had bones, but Dash had already finished with that line of thought.)
“I'll be right back. I'm gonna get you some food and water or something for when you wake up. If you wake up.” She winced slightly. Thinking it had been one thing, but her heart sank as she actually raised the possibility that her unusual guest might die out loud.
“Mnnn. No, don't.” That was unexpected. Dash sighed with relief as the changeling slowly cracked open one of her eyes. It was weird, totally unlike a pony's eye. The whole thing was almost solidly blue-green, with iridescent rainbows of colour highlighting where it caught the light. “Stay.”
“'kay.” Dash shrugged, sitting down on the arm of her couch beside the changeling's head.
“Thank you.” The changeling sighed with relief. “Just keep thinking about me. That's good enough.”
“Right, you guys eat emotions. Forgot about that.” Dash shuffled awkwardly. “You're, uh, not gonna, like, leave me an emotionless zombie or something?”
“No, that – mng,” her reply was interrupted by a groan. “That only happens when you're too aggressive with your feeding. Just absorbing ambient emotions like this is fine.” Her eyes slowly fluttered open, shimmering in the warm beams of sunlight that penetrated the cloud walls of Rainbow Dash's home. “Hi.”
“Hi.”
“Thanks for saving me.”
“Well,” Dash blushed, “I mean, I probably shouldn't have, but you're pretty clearly harmless and...” And she'd have felt like a complete monster if she'd left her to die. But she didn't say that because saying it would mean admitting that it was true, and she wasn't quite ready to stop being the hard, tough badass, just in case she turned out to be wrong about how harmless the changeling was. “My name's R-”
“Rainbow Dash, I know.” She coughed as Rainbow Dash raised an eyebrow. “It's, um, a changeling thing. We can sort of... tell what a pony's name is and some basic stuff about them when we, uh, feed. So we can better… You know.”
“Right,” Dash said. “That makes sense. You gonna be impersonating me, then?”
“No, I just figured it'd make things a bit easier if we skipped introductions.”
“We haven't really skipped introductions though. I mean, you know my name, but what's yours?”
“I don't have one.”
Dash frowned. “What do you mean, you don't have one? Everyone's got a name.”
“Well, not Changelings.” The changeling slowly pushed herself upright, swivelling her body around so that she was mostly sitting upright instead of lying back on Dash's couch. “We – fuck, I'm stiff – we don't really need names because we can identify each other just by reading our emotional signature.”
“I can't.” Dash hopped off of the arm of her couch. “I can't just keep calling you 'the changeling,' can I?” She made little quote mark motions with her fingers to punctuate her statement. “I mean, I could, but it's kinda clunky and also maybe a bit racist?”
“Fine.” She stretched in the couch before flopping back. “Butt.”
“But what?”
“Butt. As in ass. Call me that.” The changeling, who was apparently named Butt, frowned slightly, sheepishly avoiding looking Dash in the eye. “It's the closest thing I've ever had to a name.”
Dash raised an eyebrow. “There's a story behind that.”
“Yes.”
“You're gonna tell me.”
“Nope.”
Dash sat beside Butt. “Wasn't a question.” Dash dominated her half of the couch, spreading her legs wide and sprawling her body across as much of it as she could without completely driving Butt off. As it was, Butt moved herself as far to the side as she could.
“It's a touchy subject.”
“Well, if we're going to be friends, then you're gonna have to open up to me.”
Butt blushed, a pale, dark green, barely noticeable against her jet-black flesh. “Friends?”
“'s either that or you're a threat to my home at this point.”
“Right. Okay.” Butt took a deep breath, slender shoulders rising and chest puffing out. “How do I begin this?” She fidgeted nervously. “Okay, so. Stuff like what happened at the royal wedding? Changelings don't normally do that. And by normally, I mean like ever. At all. Waaaaaaay too unsubtle. Usually we build our hives underneath big Pony settlements and live off of ambient emotions, only directly harvesting love occasionally.” She paused, waiting for a nod from Rainbow Dash to prompt her to continue. “Feeding directly usually involves one of two things. Either you impersonate a specific pony and fuck one of their loved ones, or you design yourself a barhopping form and go have a one-night-stand.”
Dash coughed.
“What? Sex is pretty much the best way to get strong emotions out of a pony. Plus it's fun.”
“Just get to the point, okay?” It was Dash's turn to blush and avert her eyes. “And no, I'm not going to fuck you so you can get back to full health, okay? I wanna put that on the table.”
“I wasn't going to ask you to.” She shrugged. “Sex is the best way to get strong emotions out of a Pony, but it's basically the worst way to harvest them. I mean, have you ever tried to eat while having sex? Or even just think about anything other than the sex?” Dash's blush deepened, and a cat-like grin slowly spread across Butt's face. “Oh my god, you're a virgin?”
“Fuck you.”
“You are!” Butt squirmed giddily. “Oh, man, that's gonna be fun!”
“No it isn’t!”
“Hey, if being friends with ponies means sharing embarrassing personal stories, being friends with changelings means casual sex.” She leaned over close to Dash, an arm slowly snaking its way to drape around her neck and over her opposite shoulder. “Lots of casual sex~”
“Yeah, well, it can wait until later, Cassanova.” Dash gingerly lifted Butt's arm off of her and gently shoved her away.
Butt smirked. She was glad to have claimed the dominant position in the conversation. “So yeah, sex is inefficient. That's the important thing to take away from this. Fun, but not actually good for harvesting emotions.” She paused, smirk slowly fading from her face. “Which, uh, is where the nickname comes in. See, I came up with this... I dunno how to put it in a way you'll understand. Hunting strategy, I guess? The idea is that instead of pretending to be someone else, you sort of... Ugh, how do I put this elegantly?”
“Just say it, dude.”
“I know, I'm just trying to not slip into jargon. I know a lot about changeling magic and I'm pretty sure you don't, and I want to make sure you understand just how big of a deal this is.” Dash raised an eyebrow skeptically. “I invented a spell, basically. One that will completely revolutionize changeling society and redefine our relationship with pony society forever!”
“Pretty big talk. How's it work?”
Butt blushed again, sinking her way back into the couch. “Well, that's. Uh. That's where the nickname comes in.”
“Oh.”
“No! No, it's nothing like that! Anal has all the same problems as normal sex.” Dash coughed awkwardly. “It's, like, the spell lets you sort of... merge. With a Pony. Become a part of them. And then you can sort of redistribute your mass around them. Make them bigger. Stronger. Sexier. And then you just sit back and harvest all the love their new and improved form gets.” Dash didn't respond. “It's a symbiotic relationship instead of a parasitic one, basically. The changeling gets easy meals for as long as they stay part of the pony, and the pony gets to be bigger and sexier and even gets some limited access to changeling magic.”
Dash was blushing, Butt noticed. “So, uh, that's it? Don't see where the nickname came from.”
“Well. You see. In order to merge with the pony, first you've got to. Uh. To become part of them. A part of them.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. You've got to put all your mass into one place before you can start distributing it and...” Butt blushed, angry tears slowly welling up in her eyes. “Here I've invented this completely revolutionary new spell! It changes everything about how we live and feed, but all anyone bothers to see is that I'm that weird drone who wants to turn herself into some pony's ass. Fuckers.”
“Well, uh, does it have to be the ass? Couldn't you start off in any body part? Like, I dunno, a hand or something?”
“No. It's gotta be the butt. That's how it works.”
“Really? I mean, you made it sound like-”
“Technically, it could be other body parts, but the way the spell works, the body part I initially inhabit is always going to be... bigger.”
“Okay. What about tits, then? Or I guess if it's a guy, his... you know.”
Butt shook her head. “Not options. The only parts that are options are parts that aren't... really attractive if they're oversized.”
“Wow okay.” Dash frowned. “Seems weirdly specific. You're sure you don't just want to be somepony's ass?”
“Don't you fucking start with that shit!” Butt leaped from the couch, looming angrily over Dash as best as she could at barely over four feet tall. “It's because you've gotta be fucking, okay? I've gotta stick a bit into the pony I'm becoming part of before I can become part of them, so my options are kinda fuckin' limited!” She angrily prodded Dash square in the chest. “It's either head, cunt, or ass, and two of those look really unpleasant when they've got the mass of an entire other person added to them, okay?”
“Okay, okay, sheesh.” Dash brushed Butt's finger away. “It has to be the butt, I get it.”
“Yeah. It has to be the butt. I wish it didn't, but I can't find a way to get it to work. Any spell that would let me penetrate other body parts interferes with the actual spell that matters.” She collapsed back onto the couch sullenly. “That's how I ended up in the Everfree, by the way. I wanted to actually test it out on a real pony to prove everyone wrong, but...” She blushed, the angry tears returning. “It turns out that it's hard to fuck someone's ass without them noticing. I managed to escape, but it turns out that the weird butt drone going missing isn't a big enough fucking priority.” She spat her words out bitterly. “And I'm not going back. Fuck them. I'd rather die.”
“Well, then stay here.”
Silence reigned for a good solid minute before Butt responded, her voice quiet and strained – almost a whisper. “Excuse me?”
“Stay here,” Dash said again, firmly. “In Ponyville, I mean. I'm pretty sure that once you tell your whole story to everyone, maybe leaving out some of the more, er, lewd details,” Dash paused to cough and blush, “everyone'll be cool with you living here.”
“You're... you're sure?”
“Pft, yeah, don't worry about it. Ponyville's seen weirder.” Dash blushed again. “And anyway, uh.”
“Anyway?”
“Anyway.” Dash coughed nervously. “You said that your spell lets ponies be bigger and sexier, right? How, uh, how much?”
A smirk slowly spread across Butt's face as it dawned on her. “You know, you don't really have any place being insecure considering I'm smaller than you.”
“You haven't been in Ponyville long enough.” It was Dash's turn to be bitter. “Everyone's at least a few inches taller'n me. And even AJ's got bigger tits than me. I mean, I can see having bigger hips, considering how much time she spends on her legs, but she's buff. Buff folks aren't supposed to also have big tits.”
“Well, that's what I'm here for,” Butt purred. “You want bigger tits? You wanna be taller? I've got you. Want a bigger ass? Shit, it's literally where I got my name.”
“Okay.”
“And it's not just that, too. I can make you stronger. Faster. Smarter. I can make you more sensitive. Imagine sex times ten.”
“Virgin, Butt. Remember?”
“Well, you won't have to imagine it. And I can do other things with my mass. Want a cock? Want two cocks?”
“... I'm dubious about one.”
“You won't be once you've tried it out.”
“I wouldn't know the first thing to do with one.”
“But I would.” Butt grinned. “I can take control of your body. You'd feel everything, of course, but you'd be fucking like a pro. And if you're not satisfied with that-”
“Butt you've already fucking sold me can we please just get on with it.” Dash threw herself off of the couch into a standing position. “So, what, you just need to put your hand up my butt or something?” She winced. “Fine, whatever, get on with it.”
“Well, I mean, I could put my hand up your ass.” Butt slowly pushed herself up, stalking her way around Rainbow Dash like a predator eyeing up its prey. “But there's more fun ways to do it. Now, take off your pants and get on your knees.”
Dash swallowed heavily. She knew what was coming at this point. And she wanted it. It was a strange feeling, wanting to be fucked by a complete stranger. But here she was, dropping her shorts to the floor, followed by her panties and then herself. She knelt before Butt like a pilgrim prostrating herself before an idol. She panted heavily, taking in Butt's sleek, shiny form. It was like she was made of latex, sleek and smooth and perfectly unblemished.
“Uh, where's your sex bits?”
“Changeling, babe.” Butt continued to circle the kneeling pony slowly and predatorily. “We don't have sex bits unless we're gonna use 'em. And when we are gonna use 'em, we can have any sex bits we want~” She stopped in front of Dash, grinning wickedly. Her teeth were sharp and perfectly white, glistening in the warm light of the sun as she licked her lips.
Her tongue, Dash noticed, was very long.
“For now, though, let's start simple. I mean, you're a virgin, I don't think your ass could take anything bigger than average. We can go big later. Once we're one person~” She grabbed one of her budding breasts with one hand, rubbing at where the nipple would have been if she'd had one with a clawed thumb. “Ooooh, fuck, that feels good.” She groaned, her other hand snaking its way down her body to rub at her smooth, featureless crotch. “You like this. You really like this. Watching me masturbate. The knowledge of what I'm gonna do to you. The knowledge of what you're gonna be, what we're gonna be. It's turning you on like nothing you've ever experienced before. God, the room's so fucking saturated with your lust it's almost overwhelming~” Butt panted, the pace of her rubbing and groping picking up as her body began to shake. “Tastes so good. Wild and primal, just barely kept in check by – mnggggg – by a thin dam of social norms. That's just one little push away from breaking.” Butt convulsed, her hips bucking involuntarily as soft, feminine folds that hadn't been there moments before parted to take her fingers inside. “God, I haven't eaten this much in months. Feels so fuckin' good.” She moaned, convulsing again and doubling over. “Mnnnnn, you've seen what a malnourished changeling looks like, babe. Now get a load of one who is very well fed~”
Butt lurched forward as her whole body surged outward in every direction. Her hips flared outward dangerously, soft and feminine and wide. Her tits were suddenly each easily as big as Dash's head, capped with a glistening puckered nipple. Her whole form was like that – where once she was boyish and skeletal, now she was soft and vibrant and alive, practically glowing with vitality. She was taller, too. Not as tall as Dash, but more than a foot of difference had dwindled to barely two inches.
And, jutting forth from her crotch was a proud shaft of glistening black flesh, drooling a translucent fluid from its flared head. It was big. Bigger than any cock Dash had seen – which, granted, really just amounted to a handful of stallions, all relatives, and all when she was very young. And none erect of course. Bathing with her father or her brothers back on the very edges of her memories of her childhood. She had little to compare it to, no real frame of reference. But it was definitely big enough that she found herself balking slightly at taking it up her asshole.
“So. What do you think? No, no, don't bother answering. I know. I can feel the jump in your arousal.”
Dash blushed, heat blossoming in her chest as she stared at the mighty shaft before her. “You're, uh, you're not gonna get bigger because I'm hornier, are you?”
“Doesn't quite work like that. To get any bigger than this, I'd have to use magic.”
“Yeah, but you just sort of... exploded there.”
Butt blushed sheepishly. “Yeah, uh, that happens when you don't eat for days and then have a meal this good. But it'd take a lot more emotion than that to make my natural size bigger. Like, imagine the biggest stadium in the world, sold out, with everyone in it twice as horny as you are right now. And all of it'd have to be directed at me, too.”
“Okay.” Dash wasn't really feeling big sentences at the moment. “You're, um. Pretty big.”
“I figured ten inches was a good starting point. If you want it smaller, I can-”
“No! No, it's good. If you think it'll fit, it's good.”
“Okay, good. Let's get started.” Butt gestured to the couch. “I'm thinking doggy style.”
“Right...” Dash was a virgin, but she'd seen porn before. She moved to the couch, kneeling and bending over. She spread her knees, and gave her ass a tentative wiggle.
Butt knelt, positioning herself behind Dash, with her cock level with the pucker of her partner's asshole. “You're sure about this, then?” she asked as she grabbed Dash's cheeks and spread them.
“Just get it over with now, okay? Before I have a chance to change my mind.”
Butt nodded silently, and pressed herself firmly against Dash's ass, rubbing her shaft between her cheeks as best she could. “Geeze, you weren't kidding. Don't really got enough ass here to hotdog.”
“Shut up and fuck my ass!”
“Right!” Butt pulled her hips back, carefully aiming her shaft with one of her hands while the other kept her cheeks spread. “Ready? Yes? Good. Here's hoping this works.”
“Wait, what's that supposed to meeeeaaaaaaaaaaa!” Dash's train of thought was interrupted in a single decisive thrust. It wasn't a pleasant feeling. Her body knew that stuff wasn't supposed to go up there. It felt weird and wrong, and it instinctively convulsed around the intruder in an attempt to get it out the only way it knew how.
“Ffffffuck, you're tight~”
Dash grunted in response. It felt unpleasant, but at the same time it felt good. The cognitive dissonance between the enjoyment and the discomfort was mind-numbing. She squirmed as Butt pushed her body firmly into Dash, eagerly forcing more and more cockflesh into her willing vessel. Even buried up to the hilt, she continued to push.
It felt good. Really weird, but really good. It was like nothing Dash had ever experienced before – she'd masturbated, sure, and she owned a few dildos, but her fingers and toys were nothing compared to the real thing. And she'd never tried anal before – something she was coming to regret. She wasn't entirely sure how much of it was the anal sex and how much was Butt's spell, but her whole body was burning with arousal like she'd never felt before. There was a heat, a need, centred on the point where Butt met her butt, spreading outwards through her entire being like molten metal. She bucked and squirmed and pushed her hips against Butt's as she came from that need alone. “Gnnnnnnnnnnggggggggg~” There was a spark, a spike of arousal an order of magnitude greater than any before as she climaxed, her legs giving out under her. She slipped backwards, from the couch onto the floor, sprawled and panting as she basked in the afterglow. “Holy shit,” she mumbled to herself as she slowly pushed herself up. It took more effort than usual, she noted, and she felt... odd. Unbalanced. “So, it's done?”
“Yep! I'm your butt, now!”
That explained a lot. Butt's voice echoed in her head. That was good. Dash was worried that she'd be literally talking out of her ass.
“Oh, I can do that if you want.”
“Please don't.”
“Fair enough.” Butt shrugged. Dash wasn't sure how she knew, as she couldn't see Butt anymore, but she knew. She could feel it in her-
Well, in her butt.
“So.”
“Why don't you go look in a mirror, and we can see what we look like.”
“Right.” That was something she was going to have to get used to – she was a they now. Two people in one body. She awkwardly waddled her way out of her living room and to her bedroom, where she kept a full body mirror just in case she needed to admire herself.
It was decidedly not what Dash had expected.
She wasn't sure what she had expected. But it wasn't this.
“It doesn't fit in the mirror.”
“Well, yeah, you've got all of my mass plus your ass, which is gonna be permanently more just by virtue of having had me in it. The important thing is that it worked! I was almost worried for a second.”
“Okay I have several questions.”
“Shoot.”
Dash wasn't entirely sure where to begin. “So what exactly did you mean by that 'I was almost worried for a second' there,” seemed like as good a place as any – if only because it seemed the most urgent.
“Well, I haven't actually ever done this for real before.”
“what”
“I figured you could have guessed.”
Dash groaned. “No, but- Okay fine. Whatever. The important thing is it worked.”
“And your butt didn't explode. Also I'm not dead, that's good too. And your butt didn't absorb your entire body, becoming a singularity of ass that consumes everyone and everything around it, ultimately bringing about the end of the world. That's a bonus. And you-”
“Okay I think that's enough of that.” Dash frowned.
“You might glow in the dark now, but we'll have to test that lat-”
“Okay I think that's enough of that.”
“Fair enough.”
“Next question. What's this about my butt being bigger?”
“Well, think of it like this. Your butt is a pair of extra small panties, and me being in them is like a really fat guy putting them on and stretching the waistband. He takes it off, the waistband's still stretched. Only unlike my metaphor, your butt's not gonna get all floppy and empty when I come out of it. Just, you know. Fuller.”
“Okay,” Dash responded tentatively. “And this doesn't mean that everytime you leave my body and come back, my butt's gonna get bigger the next time you leave, right?”
“Well, if the same fat guy puts the panties on-”
“Can you please come up with a different metaphor?”
“No. If the same fat guy puts the panties on again, it's not gonna stretch the waistband more, is it?”
“Oh my god.”
“We're gonna be spending the foreseeable future together, babe, better get used to it.”
Dash groaned, and took herself in. Her ass was comical. She could just barely tell that it was wider across than she was tall. “Third question is what the fuck.”
“Don't worry, this is just temporary!” Dash remained dubious. She would have put her hands on her hips, but she wasn't sure that she could reach. “I just need a moment to get used to things and then I can just sort of... Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay. Lemme start redistributing mass.”
Rainbow Dash had expected it to feel better than it did. It didn't feel sexy, it just felt... different, was the only word she could come up with. Not unpleasant. It reminded her of that initial impression of anal. A strange cognitive dissonance. She was used to her body being a certain size and having certain proportions, and suddenly it didn't. “I can make it feel good, but since this is our first time doing this I think we should concentrate on making sure you look good.”
“Right, that's probably important.”
“Okay, so I'm thinking that we don't wanna make you too big too quickly. If only because your clothes won't fit. How's seven feet sound?”
Dash reeled at the thought of being seven feet tall. That would put her at about eye-level with Big Mac. “Yeah. Yeah, sounds good,” she mumbled.
“Okay! That's good, actually. We could go as much as ten feet but that'd leave you pretty much with the figure you had before only ten feet tall. Maybe a bit curvier. This way I have some extra mass to work with. For the fun bits~”
Dash swallowed heavily. “Yay.” She looked up. The roof of her bedroom was an awful lot closer than usual. She breathed in and out deeply and rhythmically.
“Okay, next up is your tits. I'm thinking maybe head sized? Actually, head and a half. Go big or go home, and it's not like you'll ever need a bra while I'm in you.”
Dash stared in the mirror as, slowly but surely, the hem of her formerly loose fitting tank top lifted up and up and up. There was a straining sound and then a loud pop as her sports bra completely failed to stand up to the titans on her chest. Not that she needed one – her tank top had been stretched and deformed to the point that it looked almost like a bikini. “I'm gonna have to get new clothing.”
“Worth it.”
Dash grinned, hefting her new breasts and delighting in the sensation of her hands sinking into her generous underboob. “Oh, fuck yes.”
“Ass is still a little bit silly looking, buuuut I can fix that with some wider hips, which leaves me with just about enough mass left to do this.”
“Gnnnnn!” Dash collapsed forward, once again returning to a prostrate position as her body was overwhelmed by a spike of pleasure.
It was bigger than the one that Butt had grown. Much bigger. Much, much, much bigger – big enough that it had gently smacked her in the muzzle, smearing the milky white fluid that it was leaking copiously on her face. It was thick, too, thicker than her forearm. She would have significant difficulty wrapping both her hands around it, let alone one. It was a dark, dusky blue, glistening with moisture and oozing with overwhelmingly masculine musk – god, Dash could cum just from the smell.
“Still dubious about having a cock?”
“Fuck no.” Dash grinned eagerly. She couldn't see them, but she could feel huge, hefty balls, full of seed. Her seed. Aching for release. She reached down and gave them a gentle squeeze, sending an electric jolt of lust up her spine. Amplified by the knowledge that she could barely fit them in her hands.
“Butt? I think this is going to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”