> Fuckhouse of Horror II: The Fuckening
>  by LewdChapter
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> Sea Hag
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Of all the people in your village, you don't really understand why it had to be you to appease The Hag. 

You're not anybody special. Just the humble son of a fisherman, with a blooming talent for smithing. You wouldn't even typically go out to sail with the sailors in your village, tending to stay with your mother at home to keep things in order while your father was out to sea. But, now, since your old man hurt his leg, it's up to you to pick up the slack. Being forced to go out on a fishing boat to bring back food and supplies to your village, that makes sense to you. You'd be willing to do it even if you didn't have to.

This is more than that, though. This is a suicide mission. You're not here on this little island to fish and get supplies. You're here to make an offering to the Queen of the Seas, the dreaded Sea Hag. Few people have ever seen her, and those who have didn't dare speak of her. Your people had given her this island, a few knots from your village, but that wasn't enough. No, if your people wanted safe passage through these seas, The Sea Hag demanded an offering.

Which is why you're currently up to your chest in water with a big basket of trout over your head.

"Come on, come on…" you mutter to nobody. "Just take the stupid fish so I can go home… I don't know why I can't just drop the fish and leave, but I don't make up the rules to these stupid fucking rituals. If it were up to me, I'd—Fuck!"

Something slick and slender wraps itself around your ankle and, before you can even think about getting out of the water, you're yanked off of your feet and pulled beneath the surface. You thrash and fight to get free, but to no avail. You scream bloody murder, producing little more than a stream of bubbles as water rushes into your throat. This is it. You were going to drown and die because some ancient fish monster decided your fucking trout wasn't good enough.

"Oh, right. Air-breather."

You blink wildly, beyond confused to see a long, strong black tentacle slither up your body, wrapping itself around your throat. Heart stopping in your chest, you get ready to say your goodbyes before being strangled to death (you genuinely couldn't tell if it was preferable fate to drowning). Strangely, the tentacle didn't squeeze, instead clutching you gently and filling you with a strange, buzzing energy.

"There. That ought to do it."

The tentacle releases you, letting you go back to your drowning, except… You don't. You take in deep breaths, puzzled as to how you're able to even do that. Your neck feels odd, as if the skin was beginning to peel, and you clutch your throat curiously. On either side of your neck was two deep slits, pulsating slightly in time with your breaths. This was, to put it lightly, very concerning.

"Gills?" you say. "What the hell…?"

"Can't have you drowning, not before I get what I need."

That voice again. Despite you being underwater, you can hear her perfectly clear. Her voice is sultry, velvety, seductive even. You look around, your gaze landing on the tentacle still wrapped around your ankle. Curiously, you reach forward and grab it, giving it a firm tug.

"Oh? I take it you're ready to continue, then?"

The tentacle gives you another pull, a bit less terrifying this time now that you were expecting it. You can't see very well, on account of the murky seawater, but as you blink, your vision begins to brighten and grow more clear. Slowly, you begin to make out just what it is that's pulling you.

At first, it just seems like a mass of tentacles, but it's soon obvious that there's more going on than that. It soon becomes clear that there's a woman in that mess. She's a bit of a curvy specimen, with wide hips and a sizeable rack that was barely contained by a makeshift seashell bra. Her bold, almost incandescently violet eyes seem to beam throughout the shadowy water, illuminating the area enough for you to make out her bright, confident, seductive smirk. Her orangish hair is wild and untamed, tangled with small shells and lengths of seaweed. 

"Hello," she says, pulling you to a stop just before her. She's much larger than you, her "human" half a head or two taller than your entire body, and that's not even taking into account the swarm of tentacles that makes up her bottom half. "What brings you around these waters, young one?"

"Are you…" You realize your question is pointless. It has to be her, there's no one else it could possibly be. "You're The Sea Hag…"

"Ugh. So you're from that village after all…" grumbles the Hag. "Should've known. Your people are the only ones who think I want your fish… I would prefer the term 'Witch of Nautica', but you can call me Mistress Adagio."

"Right. Well, Adagio… Could you let me go home? I was sent here to—"

"I am aware of why you were sent here. Your people have been making 'offerings' to me for generations." Adagio rolls her eyes, using one of her tentacles to swipe a rogue strand of hair from her face. "Only when they want something from me…"

"Look, I'm just doing what I was told, and the elders told me to give you a bunch of fish or else you'd kill everyone when we go out to sea," you explain. "So could you just do me a favor and promise not to shipwreck us when we go looking for food?"

"I could… But, since your people insist on this whole 'appeasing the sea hag' nonsense, I'm going to get something more useful than fish out of it." Her gaze narrows on you, grinning widely enough to bare her razor sharp teeth, a facet of her appearance you hadn't previously noticed. "As we've discussed, I'm a sea witch. I've been working on a bit of witchcraft, but I'm missing something…"

"What sort of something?" you ask, though the way Adagio smirks at you makes you regret your question. 

"I've already got most of what I need. Soul of the Drowned, pinch of bagged winds, I even managed to get the tear of the cyclops." Adagio lists her strange ingredients, counting them off on her tentacles. "The one thing I can't get a hold… I need the Essence of Man."

"Oh." That's no big deal, as far as you can tell. Why didn't she just open with that? "If you need my essence, then some hair will be fine, right? Just—"

"I need your ejaculate," drones Adagio. You lose the rest of your sentence, much to the witch's amusement. "Just a bit of it will do. If you'll allow me to harvest your essence, I give you my word that your people will have safe passage through my waters for centuries."

This was not what you were expecting when you went searching for The Sea Hag. The elders had assured you that all you needed to do was give her some fish, and then you'd be good to go. They never mentioned her asking you for your cum. Still, your job was to ensure the safety of your village, and if this is what it took to do that, then so be it.

"Alright. You can… Can we use a word other than 'harvest'?" you ask, squirming slightly. "It makes me feel all squicky."

"I imagine you'll find it preferable to the technical term," she says. Her tentacles slither up your body, wrapping around your waist and tugging at your trousers. "Mind if I get started? I'm very excited to see what this spell can do…"

"S-sure…" You decide to give Adagio a hand, pulling your pants down entirely. As soon as your cock is free, Adagio jumps into action, wrapping one of her many tentacles around your shaft. The appendage is firm and strong, yet forgiving, and it feels awesome once it starts stroking you. "I'm gonna regret asking, but… what is the technical term for what you're gonna do?"

"Putting it scientifically? I'm going to tentacle-fuck every last drop of cum out of your body."

Before you can even properly verbalize your "what the fuck", Adagio is on you; she spreads your legs with her tenatacles, another appendage slithering through the water to wrap around your wrists, keeping your arms bound over your head. Now, you're vulnerable, exposed, completely at the Sea Hag's mercy, which seemed to be just how she likes it.

"Do yourself a favor and relax," Adagio warns you, one of her tentacles maneuvering around your back, poking and prodding at your rear. "This can be enjoyable for you, just as long as you relax and don't fight it. Just stay calm and don't move. Understand?" You give a tiny nod, much to Adagio's amusement. "There's a good boy. Here it comes…"

You can feel the slick, warm tentacle slide forward, poking at your hole for a bit before slowly, gently easing itself in. It hurts for a bit going in, but Adagio is moving slowly, giving you plenty of time to acclimate. The tentacle slides in deeper before retreating a bit, and repeating until you're good and ready for more. 

"Very good boy," purrs Adagio, quickening her pace. You can feel her tentacle slide deeper and deeper into you. Though it was a bit surprising at first, you find yourself beginning to enjoy yourself. Despite her bold demeanor, Adagio is pretty gentle, and her tentacles are nice and slick so as to slide in easily. You let out a tiny moan, and she rewards you with a few quickened strokes of the tentacle around your cock. "I just adore the sounds you make, absolutely adorable."

"F-fuck…" Adagio's tentacle seems to grow firmer inside of you, thicker, wider. You try to reach down, out of reflex, only for the grasp around your wrists to tighten. Adagio holds you in place, staring at you sternly and reminding you just what you're dealing with. The Sea Hag stops her tentacles, looking a bit miffed, her lips curled into a tiny frown and stilling your heart in your chest.

"You tried to move," says Adagio, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I said you should stay still, did I not?" Slowly, you now. "Good boys listen to their mistress. You want to be a good boy for your mistress, don't you?"

"Mh-hm…" Your face flushes red, your ears burning as Adagio holds you in her grasp. "S-sorry…"

"Hm. I suppose there's no harm…" Adagio zips forward, breathing into your ear as she whispers. "Give me a big load of cum and I'll forgive you."

Another moan leaves you as Adagio absolutely drills you, her tentacle reaching deeper in you than you initially thought possible. Your legs go weaker with every deep thrust, your toes curling as Adagio invades you. You start to tremble, at which point Adagio sends her tentacles back to work; as the appendage in your ass pounds you deeper, the one around your dick goes back to stroking. Another tentacle still reaches up to her bra and pulls it down to free her big, perfect tits. At first, you think she's just giving you something nice to look at, but it soon becomes clear that she had more practical things in mind. A small bottle that had apparently been hiding in one of her chest shells floats a bit before her, and she quickly grabs it up.

"Come on, give your mistress what she wants…" purrs Adagio, uncorking her bottle and bringing the spout to the tip of your dick. "Be a good boy, now, and cum for me!"

You feel your body tense, and Adagio's orders soon become impossible to ignore. You let out a grown as Adagio's tentacle bottoms out inside of you, the strange sensation of something pulsing so deep inside you driving you over the edge. Your cock sputters and erupts, spewing thick ropes of cum directly into Adagio's bottle. She uses her hands to stroke your hair as she relieves you of your "essence".

"Excellent! This is precisely what I needed!" Adagio quickly corks her bottle, securing your cum for her to use in whatever strange magick she had in mind. "You did very well. Such a good boy."

"Th-thanks…" you pant, drained of more than just energy. "So… Can I go home now?"

"Hm? Oh, no, of course not," says Adagio, replacing her bra and stowing her bottle behind her shells. "Your sea breathing spell won't wear off for about two days, and since you're going to need someplace to rest while you're under the sea… You'll be staying with me."

"Will there be more 'harvesting'?" you ask. Adagio laughs, making your heart race. The Sea Hag wraps you up in her tentacles, dragging you along as she swims towards what you assume is her lair.

"Absolutely."
> Harpy
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“Listen, this is no longer up for debate. Move those out of the shop by midnight, or you’re out of a job.”

It was a quick argument, but as your boss stormed away, and a sigh was all you could muster, you realized you had lost. What could you do, you’d been dealt a bad hand. How were you to know that your joke idea of dipping the menu items in smelted candy corn would be picked as the seasonal specialty? Now you were stuck with the results.

Looking at the rows of taco shells covered in the sweet candy corn only brought you more dissatisfaction. You’d tried them before the public, and apparently your lack of death was a clear sign that they were both edible and enjoyable.

“Welp. Guess I’m fucked.” You picked up a taco shell and start to take a bite, wondering if somehow you missed its hidden potential the last time you and all your peers tried it. Safe to say, you barely got it up to your nose before you had to recoil back. 

Even worse was the fact that nobody was gonna be heading to Carlos’ on Halloween night for the food. Every store on the block would be pushing out the tons of candy they’d bought for tonight. He’d be lucky to even get a few customers let alone any that want to eat this abomination.

On the bright side, nobody else was scheduled for food preparation that night, which meant no one was around to scold you when you started shoving the tacos into a garbage bag. You were pretty sure your boss meant that you needed to sell them, but you also doubted he would go digging around in the trash just to prove you wrong.

They wouldn’t all fit, but you grabbed as much as you could and headed out the backdoor. The alleyway was smelly, dirty, and dimly lit by the street a bit away. Unfortunately, you had to go deeper, where it could only get worse.

Before long, nearing the back of the alley, you reached the dumpsters. With almost no light, you had to squint to see basically anything. It was good that there was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary to be seen back there.

“Grrhn…” The growl coming from the dark was enough to stop you in your tracks. Your eyesight wasn’t the best, but you definitely heard the sounds of something rustling around in the trash. It was probably an animal, but getting scratched and bit up wasn’t the best thing in the world. “Ugh, my head. Crashing sucks.”

“Who’s there?” you asked, trying to keep your fear from crawling into your voice. “You know you .can’t be back here, right?” The rustling stopped for a few moments, leaving the alley completely silent. “Did you hear me? I said—”

The bags of trash bursted outward. A vague figure dashed across your vision before you were put on your ass. You tried lifting your arms in defense, but a strong grip kept both of your arms down. You closed your eyes shut and turned away, but your heart kept beating hard against your chest.

“OMG, I’m super sorry!” You slowly willed your eyes open, and immediately regretted it. Staring down at you was a pair of glowing purple eyes. “I didn’t think anyone would be back here this late! My b.”

“What.. who...” Your eyes slowly deviated from hers, scanning the rest of her body. She appeared to be squatting on top of your chest, with her… talons digging into the concrete. Her legs were boney, but led up into what seemed to be a normal torso. Though, instead of arms, a large span of feathers spread out in either direction. “Bird?”

“Sorry bout that!” She spread out her arms… wings, and beat them slightly, propelling her back and upward. 

“You’re, uh… a bird-person?” Her eyes widened, and they flicked back and forth. She shook her head furiously, then put up her wingtips like she was hiding her face with hands. 

“N-No, it’s an out of season Halloween costume! Yeah, nice one me.” Though this creature was sitting right in front of you and you still had plenty of reason to be frightened, that excuse threw you off. “A-Anyway, what’s in the bag?”

“Uh…” You didn’t take your eyes off her for a moment as you lifted the bag up between you. “Taco shells that we don’t use anymore.” Her eyes lit up, and in a single step, she closed the distance. “W-What?”

“Hey, you work at Carlos’!?” She asked, pressing her wing against your chest. The logo of the shop was imprinted there. “That’s like, my favorite place to get tacos from!” She smiled cheerily, then reached for the bag in your hand. You would have pulled back, but she was pretty agile. She grasped the bag shakily with her tips, then simply dropped it on the ground. She bent over, then started sifting through the contents. “Whoa, there’s so many candy corn ones! Those are the best!”

Her face was mostly covered by the bag as she ate. Her position and the sounds of her sloppily eating through those shells somehow put you at ease. She seemed like an animal. Well, given the circumstances, that might not have been too far off.

“Hey, uh…” You called out to her. “Who are you, even?” She looked up from the bag and wiped her mouth.

“I’m Sonata, but my friends call me Sony!” Her voice was so bubbly and cheery, you could almost forget that you were in a dark alleyway alone with her. 

“My name’s Anon,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “If you really like those tacos, I could make some proper ones.” If they weren’t before, her eyes started shining like a bulb. 

“No way!” she yelled, standing up straight again. She hopped forward, grabbing you in a surprise hug. You prepared yourself to fall back again, but Sonata was extremely light. “You’re the best person ever!”

“S-Sure.” You managed to push her off of you, though she didn’t stop grinning. “Let’s hope the boss isn’t back there.”

A few minutes later (after picking up the shells you left behind), Sonata was darting all over the kitchen area. You stayed posted near the door to the front, on the lookout for any sign that your boss would be returning. Every time you turned back, you could see Sonata messing with something. 

“Hey, hey,” she said, tapping you on the back. This time, when you turned, you saw her trying to balance one of the taco shells on her wing. Her control was pretty impressive. “You’re gonna make the taco, right? I really want to try it.”

“Yeah, just keep your voice down.” Now that the two of you were in the light, it was much easier to see her. She was really short, and those piercing purple eyes from before seemed a lot softer in the light. Her face a small and cute, and her chest was… full. It didn’t exactly help that she was all but stuffed into a crop top. Her bottom wasn’t anything better, with her small legs jutting out of a pair of daisy dukes. Sonata either didn’t notice or didn’t mind your longing gazes. “What do you want on it?”

“I can choose?” she asked, sounding pretty excited. You nodded your head, and showed her to the taco making station. She handed you the taco shell she picked out, and you laid it down.

“I guess I should ask before I make it,” you started, glancing over cautiously. “Do you eat chicken or turkey?” Sonata looked at you, confusion clear as day on her face.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I?” You shook your head, and chose not to elaborate on your question. 

“Alright, I’ll make you my favorite taco.” You quickly moved to make two birria tacos, starting off with the goat. As you moved, you felt Sonata looming around, watching silently. Since it’s your job, you finished the tacos relatively quickly, and put them on a plate. “We can sit over there.”

You lead Sonata to the small eating area set aside for employees. It’s little more than a table and a few chairs, but it’s enough for the two of you. After placing the tray down and taking your seat, you expected Sonata to sit across from you. Instead, she slid into the seat right next to you and hungrily eyed the tacos as they sat there.

“Those smell hella good,” said Sonata, barely stopping herself from salivating. She leaned over the table slowly grabbing one with her wingtips, looking pretty accomplished when she finally managed. You raised an eyebrow.

“Why don’t you take off the costume and use your hands?” She averted her eyes, and elected not to answer, then sloppily crunched down on the taco shell. A bit of the meat that was in the taco spilled over onto her shirt, but she didn’t seem to mind all that much. 

“Mmmph!” She said, nearly dropping the taco. She waited until she finishes swallowing to continue. “That’s delish!”

“Glad you think so.” She went for another bite, but she struggled to eat it properly. You reached up and grabbed the taco from her wingtips. She turned to you, clearly confused, until you handed her a napkin. “You’re making a mess.”

“It’s fine…” she mumbled, wiping away her mess the best she could. She eyed the taco you confiscated all the while. She gave you the napkin back. “Alright, taco me!”

“I’m sorry?” You asked the question, but when she opened her mouth, you realized exactly what she meant. “You want me to feed you?”

“Duh,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I’m gonna spill it otherwise.” You frowned, but after a few seconds, complied. You leaned in closer, navigating around her wings, and let her chomp down on the shell. Once she seemed satisfied, you pulled back again. 

“Well, this isn’t how I expected my Halloween night to go,” you mumbled to yourself. Sonata, seemed to be having fun, though. Everytime you fed her, she seemed happier. Of course, since this isn’t the most sanitary way of getting food into a mouth, a few of the crumbs from the taco fell into her feathers. After feeding her the remains of the second taco, you spotted a large crumb fall and get stuck in her wings. You rolled your eyes and reached for it, easily pulling it out. “Jeez, you’re still making a huge mess.”

You went from feather to feather, noting how authentic they felt. As your fingers ran through, dispatching the crumbs, you realized that Sonata was shaking. You combed through with your hands, making sure each feather was clean of crumbs

“A-Anon…” she mumbled through gritted teeth. “Cut that… mmph.” A small cooing comes from her lips, before she closed her mouth shut. You continued, ignoring her protests, and brush more crumbs away. You were nearly done, but you realized that she was shaking pretty badly. One look at her red face made you pull back quickly. “Jeez, I told you to stop.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, embarrassed at how much you were touching her up. She spread her wings out, and smirked. 

“It’s ok! I’ll just pay you back.” She leaves her seat and closes the distance between you in a single moment. Her unexpected agility also allows her to fling herself towards your lower body. You spread your legs reflexively, and she slides right in comfortably. 

“What are you—” Your sentence died in your throat when she began fiddling with your belt buckle. You feel like you should be stopping her, but your hands stayed stuck near your sides. “Why are you doing this?”

“Cuz you starting touching all my feathers,” she said, looking up with a pout. “You’re only supposed to do that to harpies you really like, Anon.” By now, she’d pushed past your belt and fumbled with buttons. Your underwear was the last line of defense, which was both reassuring and not at the same time. “Woah, you’re packing!”

Your inner turmoil was silenced when Sonata pulled down your underwear to reveal your dick laying limply to the side. In her wingtips, you could feel just how bony and soft they were. She held you in place, which started to wake up your little soldier. She giggled just before slowly stroking the shaft. Your eyes were boring holes into her head until she met your gaze. Her bedroom eyes turned yours away in embarrassment. 

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen a dick like this,” said Sonata. She ran the flat of her tongue against it, warming it up with a line of saliva. With the combination of her tongue, wings, and (most importantly) flattering words, your dick was up and ready to go in no time. She smirked, then pulled the tip down and into her mouth. Her mouth felt incredibly wet and warm, and only made your dick feel the same when she went deeper in.

A moan slipped past your lips, which made Sonata look up at you. Her eyes sparkled like she was proud of an accomplishment. Your hand snaked around the back of her head, and pulled her closer. As she approached the base, you leaned forward, making sure that every bit of your cock was covered by her mouth. You kept her there for a moment before letting her go. Surprisingly, she stayed there longer, lapping even the base of the shaft with her tongue thoroughly before pulling back for air. Even though she’d been there a while, she didn’t look pressed for breath. Instead, she smiled.

“Pretty cool, right?” Your embarrassed face was all you could offer at the moment, but she didn’t seem to mind. “Guys always say that I give the best blowjobs.” You smirk down at her, which seems to confuse her.

“You know you just confirmed that you’re a harpy, right?” She looks taken aback, then makes a poor attempt to hide her face with her wings. 

“Forget about that,” she mumbled. You chuckle, then reach to her feathers again. She begins to pull away, but once you reach her, her blush returns. “H-Hey! What did I just say?”

“It’s payback for your payback,” you say, continuing your romp through her feathers. She bites her lip, but moves closer to you. 

“That’s not, ngh, how that works…” Her voice melted into another cooing sound, and she falls back, using the chair as her backrest. You follow her down to the floor, slipping one hand across her stomach and down her pants.

Any sign of protest was masked by her moans and groans. You found the top of her pussy, and ran a single finger down her curve. She gasped sharply when your first few fingers slipped in. She was calmed by a quick scratch of her feathers. This was certainly a special case of foreplay. She seemed to be getting off more on you rubbing her wingspan that you pushing through her folds. 

“Hey Sony,” you whisper into her ear, which seems to pull her back into reality. She pouts, but doesn’t seem seriously angry. “Playing with your wings is super fun.”

“W-Well, not for mmph…” She trails off again, but her eyes narrow and she begins to focus again. “If you keep going, I w-won’t forgive you.” You plant a kiss on her neck, which tenses her up. 

“But you’re so close.” You can feel her tightening more and more as you push through. She brings her wings around you, and digs herself near your chest. She doesn’t bother denying it.

A few moments pass before you feel her grasp on you tighten, and a deep cooing escape her lips. She brings herself as close to you as she can for a few seconds, before loosening slightly. You pull your fingers out of her licking what juices you could off them. 

You hear a growl from below you, and look down at Sonata’s frowning face. Still with it lit up red, it looked more cute than threatening. 

“You weren’t supposed to play with my wings,” she says. “They’re really sensitive.”

“I wouldn’t have guessed,” you say, causing her to punch you in the chest. It’s a really soft punch, though. You stay silent for a moment, but look deep into Sonata’s eyes. “You wanna go further?”

“It’d be really weird if we stopped here, huh?” she says, looking straight back. 

“This whole thing has been pretty weird,” you say. The two of you share a chuckle. 

You lean in for a kiss, and she doesn’t protest. Soon, you have her on her back, her pants slowly sliding down her legs, revealing her pussy. You slide your own pants off fully, and properly position yourself to insert. The tip has a bit of trouble, but soon, your halfway through to the back. She tries to keep her moans down, but can’t help it once you push in deeper. Her body is shaking pretty bad, so you keep her down to earth with a palm on her cheek and a few pecks against her neck. 

“When I said I wanted to pipe a bird, I didn’t mean it literally.” You chuckle, but Sonata seems to be focusing on something else. Her breathing is hard and fast against your ear. “Can I keep going?”

“Y-Yeah,” she mumbled. “Go ahead.”

You pull back and grab her sides gently, pulling out so you can thrust back in. The pumps start out hard, but slow, and Sonata seems to whimper with every push. Her face is flushed red, and her eyes are squeezed firmly shut.  You decide to pick up your pace, leaning forward a bit to thrust faster. With each one, the tip of your cock seems to squish against her soft g-spot, threatening to pull an orgasm from you. Sonata, though, seemed to be first up to the plate. 

With a short spasm of her leg and a moan through gritted teeth, her pussy tightens up far more than before, and she shakes violently as she cums. You pause for a moment to let her get her bearings, but it’s not very long before you speed up again. 

“W-Wait, slow down!” pleads Sonata, biting her lip soon after. You pause for a moment, slide your arms down to her legs. With your added leverage, you continue pounding as fast as you can. Her moan becomes a shriek for a moment, before she starts breathing hard again. “Too... mmph! Too much!”

“I’m gonna cum…” Sonata’s eyes fly open, and her jaw drops. 

“You better not p-pull out,” she stammers, crossing her legs behind you to lock you in. You feel yourself ready to burst, and it shows on your face. You breathe a sigh of relief as you cum, feeling her pussy grasp and squeeze for every drop it can pull from you. It lasts a few moments, but after you’re fully emptied, Sonata’s legs loosen, and you can fall back onto your butt.

Even though you’re breathing heavily, Sonata seems to be silent. Once you look over, you notice her face is twisted in confusion. She sits up, and looks down at her stomach, poking and prodding at it.

“That was totally weird,” she said, still looking down at herself. “I didn’t think getting creampied would be so hot.” She lifted her head to lock eyes with you, and smiled. “Hey, Anon. Do you like eggs?”

“That’s a weird question,” you admit. Still, you sigh and nod your head. Her smile seemed to beam more before she jolted up to her feet. “What about them?”

“I’ll tell you later!” She may seem incapable, but damn if she isn’t fast. In a few blinks, she’s already back to being fully dressed. You feel a bit exposed, so you hurry to get dressed as well. By the time your cleaned up and dressed, she’d nearly out of the window.

“Where are you going?” you ask. She turns back, and with a final smirk takes off into the night. You follow her over, there’s nothing but open sky when you reach. You frown a bit, seeing how quick she was to dash off, but can’t stay upset for long.

After all, she said she’d be back later. However long that would be.





Normally, you’d think that “later” meant in the foreseeable future. Sometime later that day, maybe sometime in the week? Not this later.

This later lasted the entirety of the winter months. Now, the trees were starting to regain their color, and the 6 month chill was finally subsiding to the slightly less harsh chill of March.

You were still working in this shop, with the same boss, same customers, same everything. At this point, you were starting to wonder if the whole Halloween thing even happened at all.

This particular day was pretty slow, as expected for a Sunday. Not many customers would be coming in, especially during midday. Still, there was enough to keep you busy.

A tap on your shoulder brought your attention away from the front. Trying to get your attention was your boss, whose face looked oddly confused and worrisome. He motioned to the back, and you had no real reason to disobey.

Once out of earshot, back in the kitchens, he took a deep breath and turned to you.

“Apparently, your… bird wife is here to see you?” You raise an eyebrow, even though you know exactly who he’s talking about. “She, er, came flying in through the window and demanded to see you.”

“Where is she?” you ask. Your lack of either confusion seemed to startle your boss, but he pointed to the corner. Sure enough, a set of striking purple eyes met with yours. You smirk and begin moving over there, but Sonata vaults out of her seat and tackles you to the ground. Your boss barely has time to move. 

“‘Sup Anon?” she says, sitting firmly on your chest. You see her choice of attire hasn’t changed, but her shirt now has a little bear on it. More importantly, there’s something strapped to her chest keeping something in place. “It’s been so long since we’ve met!”

“Yeah,” you say, not bothering to sit up properly. You point to the harness. “What’s that on your chest?” She looks down like she hadn’t noticed before, then blushes.

“W-Well, it’s our egg.” She removes it from its pouch to show it off. It’s definitely a large egg. It looks decorated with all sorts of paint and the like. “I made it look cute for good luck.”

“Wait… you laid an egg?” She nods furiously. It then dawns on you that you did nut into her without a condom. But how were you supposed to know? This was mystical magical sex! “So that’s my child?”

“Yep! I hope it’s a girl.” She hugs it close before putting it back in its harness. “I’ve been keeping it super safe! It’s taking a while to hatch, though…”

“But you just rammed into me a full speed,” you say, skeptically. “And my boss said you flew through the window.” Your eyes grow wide, and you sit up. “What if my bird baby girl comes out weird?”

“N-No problems, Anon!” she said, rubbing the top of the egg. “Harpy eggs are super sturdy. Mine was used as a hammer once!”

“Yeah, no.” You say taking the egg away from her. “My baby bird Paja isn’t gonna be a tool.”

“Paja?” she asks, confused. “You already had a name prepared?”

“Nah, it’s just what came to my mind.” She chuckles, then gives you a peck on the cheek. Her eyes sparkle, and you’re sure that yours are too. Still, when you grin at her, and she grins back, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Paja it is, then.”
> Dragon
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

You like to think that you're a pretty good knight, all things considered.

You fought your share of battles, defended the innocent, slain evil in the name of righteous justice, the whole shebang. A hero to all of the land, you're willing to stand up to any and all challenges. You fight not for wealth, fame, or glory (although those are a nice bonus). No, you battle to protect the weak, defend the honour of your kingdom. You happily face down any and all evils, fearlessly and with distinction.

Except dragons, obviously. You don't fuck with dragons.

Not that any one can blame you. Of all the beasts, all the wicked evils in the land, there was no creature more vile, vicious, and feared than the ancient dragons. You've managed to avoid battle with those damned beasts for years, traveling from town to town to dodge them whenever rumors came in that one was in the area. You thought you had it made when you made it to Canterlot, a relatively large village and the capital of the kingdom. Despite the ferocity of dragonkind, they knew which fights to take and which to avoid. Surely no dragon would dare take up a home nearby the most defended, fortified city in the land.

Judging by the fact that you were currently approaching a massive cave, decorated with the charred skeletons of past victims, you were very wrong in your assessment.

"Well, you had a good run, Anon," you sigh to yourself, your sword clutched tightly in your steel mitt. "We all gotta die somehow. Might as well be by the claw of the meanest bastards to walk the face of the planet." 

You're not super sure if that reasoning makes any sense, but you're already here, so you just focus on putting one foot in front of the other. Beneath your wholly justified fear, you can feel your warrior's spirit bubbling to life. You may be preparing to face certain death, but you'd be damned if you'll go down without a fight. If that big scaly whoreson thinks you're gonna be an easy meal, then it's as dumb as it is ugly.

"Who dares step foot in my den?!"

That sudden shot of courage wavers a bit, but you get it back in gear before long. You knew this would happen. You knew the beast would be loud and angry, although you weren't expecting a female. Just your luck, too; dragonesses were known to be more ferocious and territorial than their males. Looks like you've got your work cut out for you.

"Have at thee, bitch!" You stroll into the cave proper, slapping your shield firmly with the flat of your broadsword. "You've made a big mistake by shacking up in my village!"

You don't even have a chance to look around for the beast before you feel a claw wrap around your throat, yanking you up into the air. You let out a yelp as you crashed against the wall, the feel of heat against your neck. Though you're scared out of your wits, you dare to look your potential slayer in the eye. Strangely, the beast had taken on a humanoid appearance. You knew this to be possible, but it wasn't often that a dragon older than a hatchling employed such a juvenile form of magic. Her scaly body is a soft, faint pink color, contrasting starkly with the bold violet that makes up much of her pigtailed hair, the darker color streaked with bright green. Her sharp, beaked snout sports row after row of razor-sharp, dagger-like teeth, and her nostrils produce thick plumes of acrid smoke into your face.

Most distractingly, though, she has a pretty rocking set of tits, which you don't think is biologically accurate.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" she snarls, squeezing your throat a bit tighter. "And, follow-up question, why should I let you leave her alive?"

"Hi, I'm Anon. Ser Anon, actually," you say, hoping to distract her for long enough to find a way to swing your sword and cut her in half. "I’m a knight, in case you hadn’t noticed. As for your second question… I dunno, but it'd be rad if you did."

"I knew you humans were idiots, but what type of fucking moron stomps their way into a dragoness' lair alone?" You can feel her press harder against your throat, threatening to crush your windpipe. "I oughta kill you just for showing your face in my cave!"

"H-hey, let's not get hasty… I think we got off on the wrong foot," you wheeze, trying to no avail to pry her hand free of your throat. "May we start over, Madame…"

"Aria the Blazing, Scourge of the Black Sea," growls the dragon. "The Bane of Mankind, The Land Razer, The—"

"Yeah, I'm gonna pass out from lack of oxygen if you keep going, so I'm just gonna call you Aria…" She leers at you for a moment before finally tossing you to the ground. You hit the earth with a clank and a thud, the little air in your lungs forced out by the impact. "Thanks…"

"Whatever. What the hell do you even want, Ser Douchebag?" grumbles Aria, fluttering down to the ground.

"Well, for one, I was gonna ask you to maybe stop eating my townsfolk." You scramble to your feet, hand loosely gripped around the hilt of your blade. "Seriously, that's not cool. If you were to knock it off, that’d be swell."

"Dude, I haven't eaten anything in days. I had like two goats last week, that's plenty for me on this form." Aria stalks away, falling back on a large pile of gold, hay, and various pieces of battle accoutrement: a classic dragon hoard. "Last thing I need to deal with is a bunch of bullshit militia tracking me down because I ate some dude's wife or whatever."

"Then what's the deal with all the skeletons out front?" you ask. She turns over to face you, and it's clear that she would very dearly like to slap you in the face if she could be bothered to get back up.

"How stupid can you be? I've been here for, what? Two weeks? Maybe three?" she asks, very much rhetorically. She snorts out a tiny cloud of smoke from her nose before rolling over on her hoard and showing you her back. "You know how long it takes for a corpse to decay all the way to the bone? Besides, even if I was here long enough, dragons eat their prey whole. There wouldn't be any skeletons left to be out front, piss-for-brains."

"Oh. Fair point, I guess," you say, scratching the back of your head sheepishly. "Well, uh… Well, shit, this is embarrassing…”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re a dumbass. Whatever. Just do us both a favor and fuck off, will ya?” You’re surprised by how easily she’s letting you off the hook. She doesn’t even seem angry, the default state of a dragon. At most, she just sounds slightly irked. You watch her for a bit, her wings twitching restlessly behind her, her thick, heavy tail swinging up and then thudding against the earth the way a human might tap their foot while waiting in a queue. She rolls over again, glaring at you with her bold, piercing violet eyes. “What the hell are you still doing here, idiot? Do you want to fight an angry dragoness or something? Cause, if you do, there’s gotta be easier ways to kill yourself.”

“Can’t really go back yet. I’ve only been gone like an hour,” you explain with a shrug. You drop down to a seated position a few feet from Aria, which visibly annoys her. “If I head back to Canterlot now, everyone will assume I pussied out. So, if it’s all the same to you, I’m gonna hang out here for a while. I promise, you won’t even notice I’m here.”

“Ugh. Fine. You’re lucky I’m too tired to get up and kick your narrow ass for bugging me in the first place,” growls Aria. She traces your gaze, which is understandably being drawn to her ample, if unnatural and implausible, breasts, and she gives you a glare fiery enough to turn souls to ash. “What are you staring at, fuckwit?”

“Well, dragons don’t typically have tits, do they?” you ask, eyebrow cocked. Her gaze narrows at you, and so you decide to amend your statement. “Don’t get me wrong, they’re great tits. It’s just… Why do you have them at all?”

“I can’t believe I’m having this fucking conversation with a stupid human…” Aria sits up, crossing her arms over her chest so as to obscure her sizable tits from your greedy view. “Dragons have three stages of maturity. Hatchling, then drake, then ancient. Right now, I’m at drake, which is why I look like this.”

“I thought you guys could just use magic to look like that whenever.”

“Yeah, and you’re clearly a moron. It don’t work like that, okay? Hatchlings sometimes fake a molting to make themselves look bigger and scarier, but it’s a bad idea in the long run. Makes it harder for you to actually molt later on.”

“Molt?” you ask curiously.

“You don’t know shit, do you?”

“Yeah, well, dragons aren’t exactly frothing at the mouth to tell us humans about themselves.” You’re starting to get a bit annoyed, but only once you were able to confirm that she wouldn’t kill you. “You guys are kinda assholes.” To your surprise, Aria actually chuckles, giving you a little shrug.

“Fair enough. Molting is a thing that we do. As we mature, our magic gets too big for our bodies, so we burn them away for bigger ones,” explains Aria. “Right now, I’m stuck as a drake, and I can’t seem to molt no matter how hard I try.” She sighs, grabbing up a random hunk of metal to chew on. “I should’ve known this would happen…”

“Is this a common thing?” you ask, Aria shugs noncommittally. 

“Eh… I’ve seen it happen. The other dragonesses with this problem said they sort of jumpstarted their molting by mating, but there’s no males around…” Aria pauses, letting her scrap metal fall from her maw as her eyes lock onto yours. “Hey… You’re not doing anything, are you?”

“Uh… No?” you say nervously. You grip your sword tightly, although you’re not sure if you could bring yourself to draw it. “I don’t like the way you’re looking at me. What are you—Oof!”

Before you can even get your sentence out, she’s on you, pinning you down by the the shoulders. She’s grinning sinisterly, almost hungrily, and you’re suddenly far more terrified than you were to start with. You weakly protest, not getting much out before she rips your chestplate off of your body, tossing your ruined armor aside.

“Hey, that cost me like 300 coins!” you complain. “They don’t make armor like that anymore!”

“Shut up, idiot.  If you do well enough, you can take some of my gold to buy a new set,” says Aria. She considers things for a moment, letting out a curious hum. “Now that I think about it, why the hell did I even steal all this gold in the first place? Not like I can spend it on anything…”

“Wait wait wait, let’s back up a bit…” You fruitlessly try to scramble from beneath Aria’s powerful, imposing form, with minimal success. “If I do well enough? What the hell does that mean?”

“Like I said, some dragonesses say that a good fuck is enough to spark our magic enough that we can molt. So…” Aria grabs your trousers and rips them off of you, much like she had with your chestplate. She looks down at your “spear” and raises a brow at you. “Really? That’s it?”

“Hey, I’m a grower!” 

“Well? Grow. Now.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I just tend to have a hard time getting it up when a massive fucking dragon has me pinned down!” you snap. Ever so slightly, Aria relaxes her grasp, giving you enough room to at least breathe. “Thank you. Now, if you really wanna do this, then I’m gonna need you to bring the energy down a bit. I’m still not entirely convinced that you’re not gonna eat me.”

“Depends on how much you grow,” she remarks. She snorts a little cloud of smoke, shimmying down the length of your body, stopping when her snout was just a scant few inches away from your junk. Her hot, steamy breath curls around your body, making your every hair stand on end. “Don’t get any ideas, human. I’m only doing this so we can get this over with. It does not mean I like you all of a sudden.”

After giving you a leer, just to put you even further on edge, Aria opens her maw and lets her long, thin forked tongue slide out of her mouth. You marvel at its length, and the way that Aria seems able to manipulate it with such freedom and precision. She brings the forked appendage to your flesh, giving your cock a slow, teasing lick. Her tongue slides up and down your length, coaxing it to attention with the hot, wet, velvety feeling of a tongue you could only describe as “magical”.

“There.” Aria slides her tongue away, giving your newly hard cock a brief inspection. “Hm. I guess that will have to do. You’re no dragon, but you should do the trick.” Without waiting for your input, Aria slides up your body and straddles you, grinding her soft, hot cunt against your cock. “Just don’t cum too quick, or you’ll really piss me off.”

“I can go, dragon,” you say, that warrior spirit of yours rearing its head once more. “Do your worst.” Aria rocks her hips gently, the lips of her pussy sliding up and down your length and getting you nice and slick with her juices before she finally rises up, guiding your tip to her hole.

“You asked for it, human.”

And, on that note, she drops down, impaling herself in your dick. She lets out a noise that’s closer to a grunt than a moan, and quickly gets to work; she bounces herself up and down on your shaft, rocking her hips forward as she rides you to get you as deep as humanly (or draconically, you suppose?) possible. 

“Holy shit…” you groan, much to the dragoness’ amusement. She clearly knows how good she must feel, and she flaunts this power over you by working your cock for everything she’s got. She’s so tight, softer than you would imagine a dragon to be, and, most excitingly, she’s hot, her insides much warmer and more inviting than any human woman you’ve ever bedded.

“What’s the matter, tough guy? I thought you said you could go!” Aria slams her hips down, laughing at the way your breath hitches. “You better not be planning on cumming already, human. I’m not even close to done with you!”

“P-please… If you think that’s enough to beat me, you’re dumber than I thought!” To your surprise, you can feel Aria quiver, a noise more resembling a proper moan leaving her snout. You grin slightly, finally seeing a chink in her armor, a crack in her facade; for all of her tough talk, it seemed to you as though she likes a bit of fire from her mate.

You reach up and clasp your hands to her wide hips with an audible smack, earning a surprised yelp from the dragoness. Her eyes flare with fury for a fraction of a second, until you pull her down and begin to piston your hips, drilling her pussy as aggressively as she had been riding you earlier. Aria nearly falls forward, only just managing to steady herself with her claws against your chest. You grip her tighter, feeling her claws sink slightly into your flesh as she does the same, and you pound her harder, rougher than before. 

“F-fuck…” Aria moans, much to your satisfaction, and now it seems as though she might be the one to finish early. Funny how these things work. “You’re not b-bad… For a human, I mean. If you were a dragon, now, that would be—Unf!”

As she speaks, you decide now was your chance; You push Aria forward, knocking her flat on her back. Before she can do so much as move, you scramble up and grab her, tossing her over onto her belly and grabbing her firmly by the hips. You tug her tail out of the way and ram your whole length into her hot, wanty pussy, earning yourself another moan from the proud dragoness.

“Who the fuck do you—Oh, fuck…” You grab hold of Aria by the tail and give it a firm yank, bottoming out inside of her and effectively putting a pause on her sentence. “Who the fuck do you think you are?! Let go of my tail! Find something else to pull on, asshole!” You release her tail, a devious grin spreading to your lips as your hands reach forward to grab at her long, silky pigtails, gripping them firmly.

“You asked for it, dragon,” you say, in the same mocking tone that she used on you earlier. Before Aria has a chance to process what you said, you yank on her hair as hard as you can, arching the dragoness’ back and causing her to howl with pleasure. Her claws dig into the dirt, which was fortunate because you had a suspicion that they would otherwise be digging into your throat. You can feel Aria’s hot, delicious tunnel quiver and spasm, and it was clear that she was reaching her limit. Never one to keep a lady waiting (that wouldn’t be very chivalrous of you, after all), you decide to give her all you’ve got.

With one more good, hard tug of Aria’s hair, you piston your hips, reaching deeper than the dragon thought possible of a human. Too horny to be concerned with her pride, Aria lets out an unfettered moan, begging for more. You can feel the heat building inside her, growing to be almost painful in its temperature, but the pain is nothing compared to just how good it feels to truly dominate a dragon.

You let out a grunt as you reach your limit, your cock finally spewing your load and painting the dragoness’ insides. Aria squeals, her pussy milking you for your every last drop as she came. Her body grows hotter, a faint light wrapping around her and glowing brighter. You release your grasp on Aria’s hair, scrambling back as the heat grew to be too much for you to handle. There’s a hissing sound, like water turning to steam, and the light blooms brighter until it threatens to blind you. Just as you determine that it could get no brighter, the light flashes brightly, and begins to fade. When you can finally see again, your jaw drops at what’s waiting for you.

She now towers above you, even when laying down on her belly with her four massive legs curled beneath her. The scales on her back and shoulders had grown into a large, jagged, purple-ish pink crest. Her wings are now each the size of a ship’s sails, and she slowly flapped them for a bit before curling them up against her back. Now, she’s truly what you imagine when you think of an ancient dragon.

“Not bad, human.” Aria speaks directly into your head, without needing to communicate verbally now that she was at her full potential. “I’ve had worse. But if you pull my hair again, you’re dead.”

“Yeah… Well, we good?” you ask. Aria tilts her massive head for a moment and then gives you a slow nod. “Awesome. Well, it’s been fun, but I should start heading home, so I’m just gonna—”

Aria moves far quicker than one would expect from a beast of her size, her claw darting forward and plucking from the ground like a flower. Your heart stops as Aria brings you up to her face, giving you a glare that threatened to bore through your very being. As you get your last words in order, Aria instead pulls you to her chest, rolling over onto her side and clutching you close.

“You’re not going anywhere, human. Molting took a lot out of me, and I need some rest,” she says, letting out a sizable plume of flame from her nose. “You’re gonna stay here and sleep with me.”

“Are you… Are you asking me to cuddle?”

“It’s either that or you become my next snack. Your call.”

“Hope you don’t mind being big spoon!” you say, relaxing entirely within Aria’s grasp. She chuckles in your head, although it’s unclear if her amusement is out of scorn or admiration. You like to imagine it’s the latter. “So… What now?”

“Go to sleep, Ser Dumbass. I’ll pay you back for the armor in the morning.”

“Heh. The townsfolk hired me to slay the dragon.” You squirm a bit, getting comfortable for what was sure to be a long night (and, your gut feeling said, an even longer morning). “If I get back and say that I actually laid the dragon… I could charge them double.”

“Idiot. I was a good enough fuck that you could charge triple.” You chuckle, shaking your head at the strange turn of events. By all accounts, this little adventure of yours should have been your last. Judging by the look of things, it would be the first of many adventures involving the fearsome Aria the Blazing, and you didn't mind that at all.

Maybe you should fuck with dragons more often.
> Witch
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Halloween was abound, and nobody is more excited for its coming than you are. There hasn’t been a year you could remember when you didn’t have the spookiest, the candiest, and generally the most impressive Halloween display among your friends and neighbors. It was a big part of your pride and joy.

So when the night came, you expected for there to be droves of your neighbors outside your door, ready to experience what turned out to be months of planning and hundreds of dollars in savings spent. Apparently, though, it was all for nothing. 

After taking a quick walk outside, you saw where all your praise and adoration had gone. It was only a few doors down. A small crowd had gathered in front of one of the houses on the block. There were no Halloween decorations on or around the house, and all the lights were out. Weirdest of all, the door was completely open.

You walked a bit closer, and spotted one of the parents that frequented your Halloween events. Once you got close, she notices you and turns to speak to you.

“What’s going on over here?” you ask. She shakes her head, then motions toward the house. 

“Apparently the door was open, and a group of kids took that as an invitation in.” She sighed, then crossed her arms over her chest. “What’s worse is that there’s a rumor that a witch lives here. I’m scared that those kids are getting themselves involved in some trouble.”

You looked up at the house. You knew that a witch didn’t live here. She’d lived her for a while, now, though you barely see her. In fact, it was only a few days ago when you spoke to the house’s owner. You turned to the parent.

“I think it’s a bit rude to call her a witch,” you say, shaking your head. “But I’ll go and see if I can’t find those kids. And if I see her, I’ll have a chat with the owner of the house.”

As she’d said, the door was still unlocked and swung open. The sky had long since turned dark, and with none of the house lights on, it was hard to see much of anything past the foyer. Still, you walked in undeterred, and reached the main room just beyond. 

“Hello?” you called. Predictably, there was no answer. The main room was pretty standard. There were a few pieces of furniture, a TV that was turned off, and a small table in the middle. This room connects to another area beyond your vision, and to a staircase directly to your left. You decide to keep your search on the first floor for now and head through an archway into the next area. 

Back here, it’s much darker. The chatter from outside had died down into a dull silence. The new room was a lot smaller. The only thing in here was a large table and another door. Not seeing much purpose in this room, you entered the door. 

The sound of a wicked cackling, followed by a shrill shriek got your attention immediately. You wanted to rush toward the sound, but something wasn’t quite right. Directly to your left was a staircase. The main room you’d just left had changed slightly. The TV was now on, playing a movie, and sitting on the couch in pretty compromising fashion was the neighbor you were just talking about.

“Wallflower?” At the call of her name, she jumped, nearly falling to the ground. She fumbled with herself for a moment until she was sitting up. 

“A-Anon!?” She’s dressed in… well, nearly nothing. She’s wearing a t-shirt, and probably wearing panties. You try to concentrate on her face rather than her attire, but it sure does stick out. ‘What are you doing in my house!?”

“Apparently, some kids found there way in here,” you explain. “I didn’t know what had happened, and your door was wide open. I didn’t mean to trespass.”

“What are you talking about?” She gets to her feet and makes her way across the room to the door you just entered through. She turned the doorknob and pulled the door open, but you didn’t see much more. Once the door was opened just enough for her to fit through, her body was violently pulled through. She grabbed onto the doorframe, but by the time you tried to help her, she was pulled all the way through, vanishing with a quick slam of the door. You pulled the door open just as quickly as it closed, but instead of the front door leading to the outside, the door you opened seem to lead to a corridor you haven’t seen before. And worse, Wallflower was nowhere to be seen.

“What in the hell is happening here…” you mumble. You close the door that you opened, then reopened it. Much to your dismay, the room behind the door changed, confirming your suspicion. You swear under your breath, partially because you were potentially stuck in an ever changing house forever, but mostly because this beat the dogshit out of your Halloween idea. Your haunted scavenger hunt had nothing on a shapeshifting house.

You closed the door again, and decided to go up the stairs. You guessed your best bet would be to go everywhere possible without going through a door. At the top, unfortunately, there were only more doors. Normally, these would probably lead to bedrooms or bathrooms, but you didn’t count on it. 

The closest door to you looks like a broom closet. Broom closets weren’t made for someone to walk through, but it technically was a door. You pulled the little handle and carefully peered through the door.

“He’s here… He’s in the house.” You recognize the voice as Wallflower’s, though it sounds a bit different. You clamber your way through the small opening, stumbling forward until your feet hit the ground. There’s a dim light source behind you, and turning around reveals it to be a large vat in the middle of the room. It also reveals who was speaking earlier. “Oh? You made your way to me?”

“Wallflower, are you okay?” Sure enough, Wallflower is standing on the other side of that vat. It’s a bit weird, though, because now she’s fully dressed, wearing a long black cloak, and a tall witch hat. “What is this place?”

“Ah…” She pushed her hand forward, which sent you careening backwards. You tried to stand back up, but it felt as if something was pushing down on your chest. Soon, Wallflower was standing over you, a pretty sinister grin on her face. She bends down, nearly pressing her face against yours. “Hm… it seems like a bit of a waste to kill someone so cute, though.”

“T-Thanks?” You say, struggling against her. You can’t help but notice the hungry gleam in her eyes. It looks nothing like the Wallflower you’re used to seeing. “You, uh, look nice in your costume too.”

“You’re sweet, aren’t you?” she says, chuckling lightly. She touches your cheek with her palm, and slowly traces your jaw, neck and shoulder until she’s rubbing your chest. “Just so you know, I love to to gobble up sweet things.”

“Like… like in a vore sense, or…” She chuckles, as her fingers gently squeeze your nipple. You really hope that she can’t feel your heart beating out of your chest. Soon, her advances get a lot more straightforward, as her hand not so gently grasps your crotch over your pants. It makes you jump a bit. “You’re sending me really mixed signals.”

“Don’t worry, Anon. It’ll all be…” Her sentence trails off, and her attention goes elsewhere. Her eyes flicker behind her, and her sinister smile turns into a growl. “Well, she’s certainly making progress.” She turned her attention back to you, pulled away, and sighed with a shrug. “I guess we’ll have to continue this later, Anon. Be a good boy till I see you next, ok?”

You’re left disheveled, bamboozled, and a little blue-balled as the floor underneath you gives way. It’s not a far drop, but you crash directly onto a hardwood floor. Not expecting a drop like that, the wind was knocked out of you, and leaves you gasping for a few moments. Luckily, you hear footsteps quickly approaching.

“Hey, Anon!” The normal Wallflower voice is soothing to hear. You’d gotten to your knees by the time she reached you, and with her help, you were on your feet in a few moments. “It’s good that I met you here.”

“I think it was… intended.” You say, still catching our breath. You took a few moments to explain what happened. All throughout your story, Wallflower’s face got more and more grim. By the end, she hung her head, shaking it as if she was really disappointed. “Well, that’s all I know. Something tells me you know more, though.”

“Yeah,” she said with a sigh. She looked you right in the eyes before continuing. “This is gonna be kinda hard to believe, but, well, I’m a witch.”

“Wouldn’t have guessed,” you say sarcastically. She rolls her eyes. “So what’s the deal with the other you?”

“She’s a... failed experiment to clone myself,” she explains. “Well, she’s a failure because she was too much of a success. As soon as she realized she had my powers, she got incredibly cocky, and escaped.” She sighed, then shook her head again. “I haven’t been able to get into my laboratory for months because she keeps moving it around.”

“Any idea why she’s so lustful?” Wallflower looks taken aback at the question, frowning and balling her fists.

“H-How should I know?” she snaps. Once she sees your eyebrow raise, she takes a deep breath and folds her arms over her chest. “She’s probably erm… lonely. It has been a while since she’s met another human.”

“Is there a chance we can go through the same door I did?” She shook her head.

“To find her, I either have to break the spell, or being incredibly lucky and pick a door that she hasn’t marked yet and also leads to her…” Just saying it out loud made the two of you sigh. “Well, either that or she lets us in, somehow.”

“She did seem like she wanted to… gobble me up earlier.” Wallflower looks away, muttering something under her breath that you don’t quite catch. “There’s a chance that she lets us in if I taunt her, or something.”

“That’s… actually not a bad idea,” she says, visibly thinking it over. “I probably couldn’t do it, so she probably can’t focus too much on the spell surrounding the room if you’re distracting her.”

“She does seem to know when you get close,” you add. 

“That was before I knew exactly what was going on,” says Wallflower, confidently. “All you need to do is distract her for a couple of minutes. Once the spell is down, she’ll have no leverage, and I should be able to take her down.”

The two of you talk a bit more about the plan on the go. She coated you in a thin sheet of her magic, which would get her attention. After creating some distance, your job was to prod around a few doors, hoping that the magic would entice the clone enough to get her to pull you in.

The problem was, though, that other Wallflower didn’t seem too keen on biting. You felt like you’d seen every room besides the one you were looking for. Good Wallflower didn’t even pop back up, which was concerning. As time went on, you wondered what had become of her.

You wearily opened another door, having long since lost count at this point. However, this time, the room beyond was something different. It wasn’t a bedroom, bathroom, or the foyer again. It was a small room, mostly empty, with a pedestal in the middle. You wonder if you should close the door, but feel like going in is probably your best bet.

The door closes almost immediately as you enter. The room has very little light, but the book is giving off a soft blue light. As you get closer, you notice the details of the book.

It’s quite old, with the cover and spine having obvious signs of wear and tear. You run your finger across the cover, unintentionally causing it to float up and open. The pages flip by until they stop on a page dated a few days before Halloween.



 I ran into Anon today. He invited me to his Halloween special thing, but I don’t think I’ll go. It’s been a while since we spoke, so I’m guessing it’s a thing he invites everyone to. Then wouldn’t it be weird if I didn’t show up? Would he come looking for me if I didn’t? Maybe I really shouldn’t go... 



You knew that you probably should have stopped reading on the first page, but the pages literally turned themselves. It was weird that the fact that it was floating wasn’t the strangest thing about the book. If physical books had a ctrl+f function, you’d want to know how many times you popped up. Every page seemed to talk about an encounter that you had with Wallflower, dating all the way back to when you first met each other.



 The new neighborhood seems pretty nice. It’s quiet, and isn’t that cold, even though winter’s getting close. There’s a guy who lives a few doors down, Anon. We had a bit of a talk, and he seemed pretty nice. Pretty cute, too. Wonder if he has a girlfriend? I’ll probably ask next time I see him. 



“Ah, I thought you’d be in here.” You fumble with the book, spin on your heel and come nearly face to face with Wallflower. The dark makes it hard to tell which one, but the smile in the dark gives it away. “What a naughty boy you are, reading someone’s private diary.”

“I didn’t mean to...” She slid closer, the sudden movement enough to put you on your butt. She chuckles, then follows you down, hovering right over your pants. It only takes a few moments before she’s through your pants and to your boxers. “Wait, Wallflower, I—”

“You know how long I’ve been waiting, Anon?” she asks. You can’t help but gulp when she finally gets through your meager defenses, and pulls your half chub out into the open air. She presses it against her cheek, slowly rubbing it against her soft face to bring it to full readiness. “God, just the smell is enough to make me go crazy.” 

She wastes no time using her tongue to make you twitch and squirm. The combination of hot breath and her wet tongue against your shaft makes your body shudder with sudden pleasure. She reaches up to remove her hat, letting her long, messy green hair fall to her back. She grabs the bottom of the shaft and slowly pumps, then she slowly covered half of it with her mouth. Her mouth is small and warm, and her tongue seems to be able to wrap all around you. Soon, she pressed her entire head down, pulling a groan from you when the tip of your dick hits the back of her throat. 

“This is wild,” you mumble. She giggles even with her mouth filled. All too quickly, she pulls back, her mouth making a quiet popping sound as she does. Her eyes meet yours, and her devious smile returns.

“I want more, Anon,” she whispers. She moves further up, snapping her fingers to remove her cloak in an instant. Underneath, she’s wearing a black laced bra and panties. She pushes you onto your back before straddling you. Your cock stands firm against her belly, twitching and jumping at the chance to go inside her. She pulls aside her panties, letting you feel how wet she is when she presses her pussy against your shaft. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Give it to me.”

You’re really in no position to argue against her. She lifts herself up slightly, and moments later, you feel yourself enter her. She inches downward, body clenching tighter and tighter until you feel the squish of her g-spot. She takes a deep breath, then giggles. She places her hands on your chest for support, then begins moving her hips. 

“F-Fuck,” you grumble. She seems to enjoy watching you react as much as she enjoys your dick. Every time she slams down on your, you can feel her body shake in pleasure. Every now and then, she wiggles her hips around, making sure your dick reaches every part of her. 

She speeds up, managing to hit the bottom of your shaft every second. She was keeping herself mute before, but now she didn’t seem to be able to keep herself from moaning aloud. Even when she bites her lip, you can hear her hum in pleasure. She slams down hard, grips your shirt and whimpers. After a few moments, she pauses to catch her breath.

“Did you cum?” you ask. She nods her head, but keeps her head down. An idea is formed in your mind as you watch her slowly recover. You suddenly sit up, and quickly swap spots with her. “D-Do you want me to do that again?”

“Do you even need to ask?” she says. Her smile seems genuine for the first time, which throws you off. Still, you line yourself up with her pussy and push through easier than before. With her body so close to yours, you can feel her shaking much more than before. 

You don’t bother going slow, instead going quickly from the get go. Wallflower doesn’t seem to mind it, though. You pull her bra up to reveal her perky breasts, and waste no time indulging your desires. When your tongue circles her puffy nipple, you can hear her breathe sharply. Apparently, her nipples are sensitive. You spend a bit more time there before you go back to pounding her.

“A-Again…” she moans. Her fists ball up, and you feel her body clenched tighter. You don’t slow down for a bit as she cums again. You can’t, actually. You’re so close to cumming yourself that your body was acting on its own. Thrust after thrust, jab after jab, you felt your body shudder, and suddenly…

Wallflower vanishes from in front of you, leaving you to fall to the floor. Your orgasm, which seemed so close a few moments ago, tapers off, and you regain your control. You look around to see what happened, only to see the two Wallflowers looking at each other. Evil Wallflower was tied up with purple light. Good Wallflower was standing above her, her hand covered in a similar purple light. 

“N-No!” She struggled against her ropes to no avail. “Don’t do this, I was so close!”

“Sorry that I took so long,” said Wallflower, glaring down at her captive. “I’ll take care of this really quick, then we’ll be able to escape the house.” The purple light got a lot more intense, and the Wallflower who was captive grimaced.

“W-Wait, stop!” you shout. Surprisingly, she obeys you, the light dimming once again. “Do you really have to kill her?” Wallflower looks at you, anger clear in her eyes.

“Why would I spare her?” she snaps. “Were you actually having fun with this sex-crazed disaster?” Her outburst reminds you of earlier, and you subtly shy away.

“W-Well... “ You look over to the Wallflower tied up, then back to the main one. “I didn’t think so at first, but she’s pretty cute.” Both Wallflowers looked like you just exposed yourself. Well, to be fair, you were still pantsless. Good Wallflower’s face flushed red. “I know that she’s your clone and all, but isn’t there a way to let her live?”

“Clone?” Evil Wallflower asked. She turned to the main one. “Is that what you told him I was?” You frown and turn to her.

“You aren’t?” She chuckles in her restraints.

“I was her attempt to get rid of her romantic feelings towards you,” she explains. Good Wallflower goes pale, and her eyes darted away from you. “To be fair, it was getting to be an issue. All the attention you were giving her was starting to make her hot and bothered...”

“Well...” mumbled Good Wallflower. Her face went from anger to embarrassment. She looks up at you for a moment only to turn away again. 

“That’s kinda weird,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest. “I was actually under the impression that you didn’t like me.” Wallflower shook her head. “Every time I tried to speak with you, you either spoke very little or left in a hurry.”

“Well, I didn’t want you to see me like… this.” She pointed toward Evil Wallflower, who was silently watching from the sidelines at this point. “I never knew anybody who wanted to talk to me as much as you did.”  Wallflower looks down at the ground with a frown. You look between the two of them, then shrug.

“Do you wanna go out?” Your sentence hits Good Wallflower like a truck, while it makes Evil Wallflower chuckle hysterically. “I mean, with all we’ve gone through tonight, I’d think it’d be fitting. We’ve technically already fucked.”

“What’s there to think about?” Evil Wallflower asks. “He knows all about you, and he’s offering. If it were me, and it is, I’d take the offer.” 

“Seriously?” Good Wallflower looks you in the eyes, and you look back. She looks over to Evil Wallflower who nudges her head in your direction. “A-Alright. We can go out.”

“Guess you don’t me anymore, hm?” said Evil Wallflower. She’s still tied up, but it doesn’t seem to matter when she slowly disappears into a bunch of white balls of light. The light flies into Wallflower, the only one now, and soon any sign of the other Wallflower is gone. She takes a deep breath, then looks up at you. She looks normal, if not a bit tired.

“You alright?” you ask. She takes another deep breath, then nods. What you didn’t expect her to do was reach for her panties.They slipped down her legs quick, and even in the dim light, you could see her pussy juice eagerly trickling down her leg. “Oh yeah. I never did put those pants on.”

She reaches you quickly, her lips locking with your own. She pushes her whole body forward, nearly climbing on top of you while she does. Your hands find their way to her bottom, lifting her fully off the ground. Your dick doesn’t need to long to get the message, already back at full readiness quickly.

“P-Put it in already,” she whispers. Her voice is quiet, but you fulfill her request. It takes a bit of positioning, but she slides onto your cock easily. Once she’s reached the base, she whimpers in your ear. “F-Finally.”

“You’re so cute,” you whisper in her ear. Her grip on her hug gets tighter, and you can just imagine her blush. “I’m gonna start moving.”

True to your word, you start pumping. You can’t go to fast with the position you’re in, but you thrust hard enough to make up for it. You swear you can feel her heartbeat against your chest.

You pause for a moment and let her down. She seems a bit confused as you drop to the ground and motioned for her to follow. With your back to the wall, she puts her back against your chest. Once she sits down, you pull her back with your hand. Your other hand snakes up her shirt and squeezes her nipple.

“Mmmh!” She moans with her mouth closed, but can’t keep it up long. Her breathes get heavy when you start pumping again. She spreads her legs, and you can clearly see your cock pushing in and pulling out. Not to mention how divinely squishy and wet her pussy feels. She puts her arm around you, pulling herself in closer and giving you another kiss. “Are you gonna cum soon?”

“Fuck… yeah,” you say. Your hands grasp her torso, and you start pumping as fiercely and quick as you can. Wallflower isn’t even trying to hide it anymore. Her face is a complete mess of saliva, and tears of joy bead in her eyes. You kiss her a final time as your cock jumps and pumps cum deep into her. You grunt as you push every single bit of cum you’d saved up out and into Wallflower. You pull out slowly, your cock flicking a bit of cum onto the floor when it pops out. “Damn. That was good.”

Wallflower is shaking, but she keeps her grip around you firm. Your eyes meet, and you smile down at her. She goes for another kiss, catching you off guard. You return it in earnest. 

“That went pretty good,” you said to yourself. You got a new girlfriend, one who just so happened to be magical. All in all, one of the best Halloweens you’ve ever had. “Wait… the kids! I forgot!”

“Oh yeah…” Wallflower climbed on top of you, her eyes still as intense as before. Looking at her only seemed to push you back to full mast. “We’ll go find them later.”

“That feels irresponsible…” Your sentence died in your throat when she quickly swallowed your shaft. With Wallflower’s skills, maybe looking later was the best choice. 

One more round couldn’t hurt.
> Centaur
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

A cool, gentle breeze cuts through the warm summer air, keeping the atmosphere pleasant as you head out to your pasture, arms filled with the things you’d need for the day. You don’t have an overabundance of livestock on your property, and your partner tended to keep the majority of the animals in line for you. Really, your only obligation is to tend to your partner, which isn’t as much of a chore as one might think.

She’s standing near the fence you get to the field, snoozing, which brings a small smile to your face. Sunny has a tendency of working harder than she probably should, so it’s always nice to see her resting in any capacity. She was alone in the field, the few horses you kept deciding to leave her be (which is probably wise, considering her position in the herd). You watch her gently snore as you approach the fence, stopping a bit before the gate to let her rest for just a bit longer.

From the waist up, Sunset Shimmer is an attractive woman about your age, with long, fiery hair and bold, piercing cyan eyes. She’s somewhat toned, as a result of her working with you on your ranch, but is still rather lithe and lean. You can’t help yourself, and you find your eyes drifting towards Sunny’s chest, watching the rise and fall of her breasts, just barely contained by her tank top, in time with her breathing. Yes, from the waist up, Sunset Shimmer was a standard, albeit gorgeous, girl that any man would be frothing at the mouth to bed.

From the waist down, however, is the sturdy barrel of a horse, her soft, silky coat bright orange. You couldn’t properly remember exactly how you come to be friends with a centaur, but Sunset is one of the strongest, most resolute beings you’ve ever known. It was her idea to start this ranch, and she went half in on you to be able to afford the land. Now, she’s your business partner and housemate as well as being your best friend and, if you're particularly charismatic, something a little more.

“Alright, lazy bones,” you say, although you know damn well that she was anything but lazy. You hop onto the fence and give her shoulder a little nudge, stirring her from her little half-nap. “Come on, we’ve got shit to do.”

“Hm… Anon…?” Sunset blinks, shaking her head as she woke from her slumber. “What’s up…?”

“Figured you could go for a brushing.” You set your little basket down, withdrawing a brush from its depths. “Then lunch? You’ve been out here for a while. Thought you might be hungry.”

“I’m fine,” she says, betrayed almost immediately by the violent grumbling of her stomach. “Er…”

“Here, I got you some snacks in the meantime.” You reach into your basket again, returning with a carrot, which you wave tauntingly in front of her face. She reaches for it, and you yank it just out of her reach. After receiving a stern glare, you toss her the vegetable, which she catches and greedily chomps down on. “So? Can I brush you now or what?"

"Sure. If you want." Being a centaur, Sunset Shimmer is very proud, maybe to a fault, and it's difficult for her to ask anyone for help even when she needs it. Luckily, you've known her for long enough to know how to work around her stubborn, headstrong nature. 

"So, how are the girls treating you?" you ask, bringing the brush to her barrel and sliding it through her slightly dusty coat and returning the silky, shiny luster of her body. "I heard you talking to them earlier when I was heading into town. They giving you trouble?"

"Of course not." Sunset snorts at the very idea, much to your amusement. "They know that I'm the boss mare around here. They stay in line." Sunset lets out a sigh of contentment as you glide your brush through a particular dusty, tender spot in her coat. "I think they might be coming into season soon. Might need to think about bringing a stallion in if you plan on breeding."

"Was this their idea or yours?" you tease. Sunset leers at you, eventually rolling her eyes and matching your smug, self-satisfied smirk. "Aren’t I good enough for you?"

"Jury's still out," she drones. You clutch your heart, letting out a dramatic groan.

"Ouch. That one hurt, Sunny. And here I was thinking that you liked me…"

"Oh, I do, normally. And then you go and open your mouth." She flashes you a little grin, reminding you just why you and her got on so well: she's one of the only people you know with a smarter mouth than you. "When are you gonna get me a new long brush, huh? If I was doing this myself, I’d be done by now!"

"I'll buy you a new brush when you pay me back for my truck," you remark, rolling your eyes. You could still hardly believe the level of damage she caused, damn near taking the door off with just one good kick.

"Hey, it's your own fault for parking that close! You should know better than to come up behind a centaur, anyway."

"Can't recall ever hearing you complain about me 'coming up behind' you before," you say with a smug little smirk. Sunset slouches slightly, her face blooming red, which says to you that you succeeded in teasing her, which is basically your only goal in life. You keep on brushing her, sliding the brush down her body and to her rump, chuckling as she tries to cover a moan with a very unconvincing cough. "What do you say, Shim? You said the jury is still out. Wanna help them reach a decision? I think you'll find the defense to be quite persuasive."

"You're such a fucking dork." Sunset glances around, as if nervous that someone may be watching somehow. When it's clear that you're alone, she lets out the little whinny she had been holding in. “Fine. You’re lucky I’m coming into season too.” You arch your brow, not sure how much you believe that. You couldn't recall hearing Sunset complain about heat before, and you're not totally convinced that centaurs experience and equine estrus cycle, at least not in the usual sense. From where you're standing, it sounds like Sunset is full of shit.

From where you're standing, you can also see her thick flank gently swaying, so you think you can look the other way on her BS, just this once.

"So? You wanna do this right here?" you ask, mostly just to get her riled up. "How bold of you. Didn't peg you as that kind of mere."

"We have to head back to the house, idiot." She holds her hand out flat atop your head and brings it to her own body, illustrating your quite noteworthy height difference. "You can't reach me, shortstuff."

"Funny…"

"Oh, quit being a baby and hop on.” You tilt your head, certain that you must have misheard her. Centaurs don’t let just anyone ride on their backs, only their closest friends and loved ones. Obviously, you’re very close with Sunset, but even a smartass like you know not to fuck around with centaur culture. You never even thought to ask before, not wanting to risk disrespecting or offending her. “Come on, this was your idea, wasn’t it?”

“Right. Just… Thanks.” That’s about all you can think to say just then, and you carefully approach your friend. She stoops down a bit so you can clamber onto her, but it’s still a bit awkward at first. Soon enough, you get one leg over either side of her body, and it starts to click into place for you. This is far from your first rodeo, and you definitely knew how to ride a horse with or without a saddle, but this is just a little different. 

“Don’t thank me yet. I haven’t decided if I’m gonna buck you off yet,” says Sunset. She rears back slightly before setting off at a brisk canter. She glances back at you, as if she can feel your gaze. “What’s that look?”

“I know we bust each other’s balls a lot,” you say. “But, seriously… Thanks for sticking by me all this time. I just wanna say that you mean a lot to me.”

“You shouldn’t thank me for staying here with you. I gave you my word that we’d make this place work, and I’m a mare of my word.” Sunset turns away from you, no doubt to hide her blush. Another symptom of her heritage, she sometimes struggles to properly express how she feels, especially when she believes it could make her seem weak. You don’t need her to say anything, though. You know Sunny well, and you can glean more than enough based on her actions.

You and Sunny ride in silence for a few, until you approach the house. Sunset canters around to the backyard, where you had installed a stable for her. It’s closer to a shed or a shack, really, on account of the size and amenities. Of course, she was more than welcome in the house proper (hell, your credit is pretty shit, so the house is in her name anyway), but sleeping inside could be difficult when you’re half horse.

“Here, I should have a box in my room,” says Sunset., stooping down for you to dismount. Once your feet hit the ground, she trots across the yard to her stable, pulling the door open and diving into the room for a moment. She emerges a short second later with a wooden crate, sturdy and just tall enough to boost you up to the proper height. You grin at how impatient Sunset seems when she throws the crate down, fidgeting as she turns away from you. “Do you need an invitation or something?”

“No, ma’am,” you say, approaching her. You watch her tail swish and swing for a moment before gently planting a hand on either of her flanks. Sunset lets out a breathy moan, finally flagging her tail up entirely and giving you a nice, long look at the goods; her cunt winks at you, her clit engorged and throbbing with want. Maybe there’s something to her estrus comment, after all. Not wanting to keep her waiting much longer, you dive down, giving Sunset’s pussy a nice, slow lick.

“S-shit…. I forget that you humans do… that,” says Sunset with a shudder. You snicker to yourself before burying your face a bit deeper in her nethers, slipping your tongue into her hot, wet slit, savoring the sweet, earthy tang of her juices. The mating habits of centaurs are closer to horses than people, so you don’t imagine that Sunset has had her pussy eaten very often. And, if you had more self-control, you’d be liable to tease and toy with her using your tongue for a bit longer. But hearing her breath hitch, seeing her pussy wink, it was asking for something your tongue just couldn’t give her. Cunnilingus would just have to take a raincheck.

“Hey, Sunny. This whole thing is kinda spur of the moment,” you say, barely containing your own laughter as you undid your belt. “Wasn’t really expecting this, so I hope you don’t mind—”

“Don’t you fucking dare finish that sentence,” she says flatly.

“Huh? You don’t even know what I was gonna say!”

“You were gonna say ‘I don’t have a condom, so I hope you don’t mind if I go bareback’.”

“Hehehe. Yeah, I was,” you snicker. Sunset turns back to glare at you, much to your amusement. “What? It’s funny!”

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” grumbles Sunset, although it’s clear that she’s trying extremely hard to contain her amusement. “Hurry up, before I change my mind.”

“So impatient. You know, good things come to those who wait.” You step onto the crate, finding yourself at the perfect height to pull your dick from your pants and rub it against the thick, almost meaty lips of Sunset’s cunt. She whinnies, hooving the dirt impatiently while you tease her. She pushes her rump back, wiggling her hips enticingly (not that you needed enticing) and you finally throw your restraint away.

“F-fuck, that’s good…” Sunset moans as you slide into her perfectly tight pussy, the hot tunnel inviting you in and pulling you deeper. You’ve been here before, but you never really get used to the sensation; Sunset is mostly like a human woman, in the way that she reacts and, to a degree, how she feels, but there is an unmistakable, almost exotic nature to her. She’s sturdier than a human girl, able to take a reaming and ask for more, and so you piston your hips and pound her just like she needs.

“God, humans are good…” Sunset slides her hands under her shirt, grabbing her breasts and giving them a firm squeeze. “Everyone likes to talk about being hung like a horse, but that doesn’t matter if you’re done in three pumps…”

You grin to yourself, gripping Sunset’s tail to hold her steady before picking up speed, drilling her about as deep as you can manage. You're nothing if not confident, but even you had once upon a time found yourself worried about successfully pleasuring someone like Sunset. She's used to stallions, for crying out loud. Perhaps knowing this, Sunset likes to make it clear that the tales of her fellow equine are oftentimes grandly overblown. Just her protecting your ego, a very sweet gesture that she would probably deny were you to bring it up to her.

Of course, you’re not super worried about that right now, on account of just how good Sunset feels. Her pussy winks and convulses as you fuck her, as if she’s trying to milk you dry. Sunset is clearly loving it, too, her moans floating out of her with every deep stroke. You pull yourself forward, as close to Sunset’s body as you can, and wrap your arms around her middle as best as you can manage. Now, you feel supremely close to her, able to feel her warmth, the silky smoothness of her coat, you can even smell the floral, earthy scent of her body. Sweat and hay and whatever product she puts in her hair, it all comes together to create this addictive aroma that you can’t get enough of.

“I’m close…” breathes Sunset. You can feel her trembling, almost able to sense the pounding of her powerful heart in her chest. You hold her tighter, clinging to her body as if for dear life, and you give her all you’ve got. Your hips slap against Sunset’s flank, the sound of flesh on flesh nearly drowned out by how she moans for more. Her pussy tenses, and Sunset lets out a sound that’s half a moan and half a neigh as she cums around your cock. She arches her head back, a howl of pleasure shuddering throughout her as her orgasm crashes down onto her. You’re right behind her, letting out a groan as you bottom out inside of your partner. You spurt thick, creamy ropes of hot cum into Sunset, flooding her insides with each pulsing load. Sunset lets out a satisfied sigh, pulling her tank top over her head and using it to wipe the sweat from her brow.

“I thought you might’ve been fucking with me about the whole heat thing,” you say, pulling yourself from Sunset. You watch your cum drip from her well-fucked pussy for a moment before returning your pants to your waste. “But I guess not.”

“Well… I was half-lying. I don’t get estrus like our mares do,” Sunset admits, turning around to give you a nice, healthy eyeful of her tits. “But I still sometimes want to fool around. Heat just sounded like a good excuse.”

“I don’t know how things are with centaurs, but you absolutely don’t need a reason to convince a human male to fuck.” You give her a little wink, which does little more than make her roll her eyes (although you do think you see a tiny grin crawling to her features). “But, you know. Glad I was able to help.” Sunset bites her lip, as if struggling to get her words together. “Sunny? You okay?”

“Look, this type of thing is hard for me to say,” she begins, her cheeks flushing red. “But… You’re not just my friend or my housemate, or my partner or whatever. You… I mean, I… Damn it, I think I l—”

You steal the rest of Sunset’s sentence with a kiss, exploring her mouth with your tongue. She’s surprised, as to be expected, but she soon grabs you and pulls you closer, kissing you back deeply. It’s quiet, but no words need to be shared. You know what she feels, and you just want to show her that she’s not alone. Too soon for your liking, you break apart for air, giving Sunset a smug grin.

“Right back at you, Sunny,” you say. She nods quietly, that stubborn centaur upbringing stopping her from saying what was in her heart. That’s fine. You’ll get it out of her eventually. “So, like, if you wanna go again, I’m totally cool with that, but you still haven’t eaten, so…”

“Lunch sounds good. Hop on, we can ride into town and grab something,” says Sunset, stooping down for you to mount her. You grin, hopping onto Sunset’s back once again and giving her barrel a little pat.

“That’s very generous of you,” you say, running your fingers through her coat.

“Not really. I’m just your ride, you’re still paying.” You two laugh, and, after Sunset returns her shirt, you two ride away. She takes her time, but you still find yourself in awe of just how much quicker she is than you would be. As you make it to the driveway, she looks back at you, puzzled by your smug grin. “What?”

“Just thinking,” you snicker. “Thinking maybe we should shop around town for a bit. If I’m gonna be riding around with you like this, maybe we should get you sized for a saddle.” It’s quiet for a moment, with Sunset staring blankly at you. You grin, waiting for her to react. Instead of laughing or calling you a dumbass (both of which are valid responses), she rears back, then brings her front down and kicks out her back legs, bucking you right off of her back. You hit the ground with a grunt, the air mostly gone from your lungs, and Sunset snickers.

“Yeah, I deserved that…” you wheeze.
> Alraune
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Halloween night was a pretty cool holiday. Kids running around, having fun. Everyone allowed to splurge on obscene amounts of candy. And you had to admit that a few of the costumes that had come to your door were pretty amazing.

With that being said, Halloween Day was just a regular old workday. No breaks for the working man. As much as it sucked, at least there was a silver lining. 

“Good morning, Anon.” When the sun slowly crept across the sky, you’d pass by a small flower shop. In this city, the fragrance of the flowers stood out against the smoke and gas. You never stopped to truly appreciate flowers until you met the owner. “On your way to work, I’m guessing?”

“Yep.” Gloriosa Daisy is how she introduced herself to you. Apparently, she’d been here for a really long time, but you just didn’t notice her. You never asked how long, but her age reflected clearly on her face. Still, her freckles kept her looking somewhat youthful. She wore a velvet apron her hands were gloved, and around her head was a circle of daisies. You haven’t seen her without it. “Halloween isn’t a real holiday, apparently. Sucks.”

“It does, doesn’t it?’ she says with a chuckle. She grabs a water bucket and carefully begins watering her flowers. “Make sure not to tire yourself out too much, now.”

“I’ll try,” you say, smiling back. “What about you? Will there be candy at the flower shop tonight?”

“Sadly, no,” says resting her cheek in her palm. “I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather recently, so I’m going to sleep in and see if I feel better in the morning.” She puts the can down and sighs. “Perhaps I’ll hand out some candy the morning after.” You frown slightly, and cross your arms over your chest.

“Hope you get better soon,” you say. Her smile is all the reply you need. Feeling energized, you make your way down the street, heading for work with a fresh mind.

Gloriosa watches you go until you leave her sight. She goes back to tending the flowers, slowly and carefully watering them. All the while trying to ignore the grumbling deep in her stomach.

Of course, the day went just about how you expected. There was a bit of excitement when the boss pulled out her industry sized Tootsie rolls to give to everyone, but other than that, work as normal. 

You didn’t have to walk far from your house to get to your workplace, so you saw very little of the city. Still, you could be convinced that you were in two different places when the sky turned from bright blue to warm amber. What wasn’t so warm was the wind, quickly licking at your face and exposed skin. Getting home quickly was for the best.

Though, no matter the weather, it was always appropriate to swing by Gloriosa’s. Sitting back and looking at her selection always helped to help wind you down for the night. As you turned the corner, you can see it now: lit by a single street lamp, the leaves and petals swaying in the wind, Gloriosa would be sitting silently inside, quietly waiting for her customers to come in. 

Instead, turning the corner, you found a lone figure standing in front of the store. You didn’t have to walk too far to notice Gloriosa’s daisy crown. Even when you got close enough to reach out to her, she kept her gaze steady. You followed it, finding the front of her shop in a state of disrepair. The pots were smashed, leaving the flowers and soil to spill over onto the concrete. Not even the hanging pots were spared.

“What the hell happened?” Your voice shocked Gloriosa out of her stupor. She turned to face you, and shocked you instead. Despite the biting cold, she was sweating, and her face looked absolutely distressed. “Gloriosa? You okay?”

“Y-Yes, I’m fine…” she replied weakly. She looked back to her shop, going towards the door, and stepped over her discarded plants. He grabbed the door handle, but her body seemed to freeze in place. “I h-have to close the place up for the night. I’ll.. see you around, Anon.”

“Wait, wait,” you call, meeting her near the door. “You’re clearly sick beyond belief. I’ll close up your shop for you. You should get some sleep.” She bit her lip, and mumbled something under her breath before pushing the door in. At least inside seemed intact. None of the flowers inside were destroyed.

“I would appreciate that,” she said, slowly trotting to the back. You’d never seen much past the front display, but you assumed that she was going somewhere to rest. Once she closed the door behind herself, you got to work. Reinvigorated by the mess in front of you, you got to cleaning up quickly. Any plant you could salvage was transplanted to a new pot with the spares in the shop. You couldn’t quite hand them up, so you left most of them on the displays and put what you couldn’t fit in the shop. 

Once you feel satisfied with your job, you realized that you didn’t have the key for the metal gate that would come down and lock the store. You pulled it down, but stayed on the shop’s side. It wasn’t ideal, but you’d have to see if you could find the keys yourself.

After a surface level search of the shop itself, you realized it’d probably be behind the door Gloriosa had entered about a half hour prior. You sighed, then made your way over, slowly pulling open the loud door to see the room beyond.

It led into a small apartment-like space. It had a short hallway, but afterwards, you could see every corner of the apartment. Well, as much as your eyes would let you given that it was pitch black in here. You tried to feel around the sides for a light, but nearly tripped over something for your trouble. After you stumbled across the room, you found yourself nearby a window with blinds. You pull the blinds apart, letting moonlight flood into the room and giving you a much better view.

“Another fly into the trap.” The voice makes you jump, but not as much as the vine wrapping around your chest. You can’t even scream before your forcibly pulled backwards and onto the wooden floor, knocking the wind out of you. You only have a moment to gasp for air before your heart seems to stop completely. “This one is quite cute.”

Her eyes stood out to you first. Two tiny green dots fixed in a pool of black. Her face was smeared with purple paint near her eyes, and her smile was wicked. 

“Gloriosa?” You mumbled. You couldn’t do much more than stare back. Her palms pressed against your cheeks, and began gently caressing them. She giggled and looked down the rest of your body. The touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you manage to scuttle away. “W-What happened to you?”

“So you know me, then?” she asked. She put her hands together. “That’s a pity. Looks like I’ll be disappointing myself once again.”

She got to her feet, standing over you. She stretched her arms out and two vines shot out from her back. You had no chance of dodging them before they snaked around and up your leg. Their grips were intense as well. She yanked you closer to her, her gaze burning into your own. She bent over, revealing her back to you. A giant daisy flower sprouted from her back. The vine was only bringing you closer to her.

“Wait, Gloriosa!” You called. She didn’t seem to be focusing too much on you though, and simply kept pulling. Your fight or flight reaction kicked in, letting you use your strength again. Immediately, you pulled back against the vine, snapping it off from her. She recoiled a bit, giving you just enough time to tackle her to the ground. You use the most of your strength to press her down on her back and pin her there. “Can’t we talk this out?”

“Ow, ow!” Her voice changed again. Though her face was still painted, her eyes had gone back to normal. You can still see the tips of the flower on her back, though, so you keep her down. “A-Anon? What are you doing?”

“Is that you, Gloriosa?” You say looking down on her. “You kinda tried to eat me.” She went pale after you said that, biting her lip and looking off to the left.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen…” she said. She took a deep breath, then looked you in the eye. “Listen closely, Anon. I’m not… human. I’m an Alraune, which is a plant monster.”

“Plant monster…” you repeated. You release your grip on her and let her sit up. The plant is still on her back, but it doesn’t seem to be active right now. “So what’s the deal with evil you?”

“Well...,” she says with a sigh. “Normally, I have enough power to keep myself contained, but I haven’t been getting much sun.” She looked up at you, then bit her lip. “I think you disoriented her for a few moments, but she could be back at any moment.”

“Well, how do we stop it?” She shook her head, then looked behind you. The moonlight washes over her face.

“There’s no way to calm her down, especially on Halloween,” she mumbled. “I’d need to intake a lot of natural energy. And there’s nothing around that…” Her sentence trails off, and her eyes met yours again. “Well… nothing practical.”

“Tell me,” you pressed. She closed her eyes and bowed her head slightly. “If I can help you out in someway, I’ll do it.” She looked at you, with her eyebrow raised, then crossed the tips of her fingers over each other. Her eyes darted around, and her face was tinged red.

“Natural energy can be anything,” she said. “Sun, water, sweat, s-semen…” She brought her palms together. “It’s not exactly practical, but if I get enough of your body fluid, I might be able to keep her at bay for tonight, at least.”

You take a deep breath, and look Gloriosa in the eye. It’s still dark, but you can clearly see her features. You could only call her cute, and despite the age difference between you two, she doesn’t look a day older than you. You grasp at her side and nod.

“I’ll do it,” you say, your face completely serious. Your job may have been to smash on a super cute woman with no rubber, but it was a job. And you intended to see it through all the way though. 

You let her go and turned your attention to her bottoms. You made quick work of her jeans , pulling them back to reveal her plump thighs and legs. Even more arousing is underneath her panties. She’s not barren, but her pubic hair is neatly trimmed above her clit. She looked at you with a surprised look, wondering how things moved so quickly. You wet your index and middle fingers with her juices when you push past her pussy lips. The sudden invasion makes her moan in your ear.

“Sorry,” you mumble. “I’m just a bit excited.”

“Clearly…” she says. You pull your fingers out and lick what sticky juices are stuck to them. “D-Do you have to do that?”

“Tastes good,” you say in your defense. You pull down your own pants and whip out your dick. You gently push Gloriosa onto her back, using your leverage over her to get the best position. You waste no time pushing straight to the back of her pussy, feeling the bounce of her g-spot. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, h-hurry,” she mumbled. “I think she’s coming back soon.” You purse your lips, then start humping her. Every thrust is punctuated by a small tapping of your thighs against her ass. Gloriosa’s closed her eyes and bites her lip. You can’t tell whether or not she’s feeling pain or pleasure, so you lift her right leg with your hand, using it to thrust even harder. She opens her mouth for a moment, a shaky moan coming out. 

You thrust forward once more, a jet of cum sprouting from you with a guttural grunt. Gloriosa seems to wince as you fill her up. After you finish, you pull back, a single strand of cum following you out. 

“Well, well, well,” That voice pulls you back down to Earth. You look down, noticing Gloriosa’s eyes. They’re back to being the black pools they were before, and the green pupil shoots through you. “Looks like other me had a pretty interesting idea in the mix. Unfortunately it, won’t—”

You grab her sides again and pulled her into you. Once your chests are close together, you lock her in with your hands. The daisy on her back doesn’t seem to be active, so you clinch her in. 

“What are you doing!?” she says. You ready your cock back over her pussy, using your position to easily slip back in. “Ahh… You’re already back at full mast?” You silently bless your lack of a refractory period and start pounding her again.

This time, she’s seems especially tight. You can hear her moaning and humming in your ear with each thrust. You notice that vines are slipping out from her flower, but you keep on pushing, trying your hardest to distract her. Your cock is making a mess of her cunt, and her, as she begins to shake. 

“Fuck, this dick is just… hnng!” She squeezes you tight, and you guess that she just came. You don’t let up for a moment, continuing to hound on her. “God please, just break me!”

Without heeding her words, you let off another jet of cum inside of her. You pull her as close to you as you possibly can, letting your cock pump as much hot cum as it wanted into her. Only once your done do you even think of letting Gloriosa go. 

“Did that do it?” you say, mostly to yourself. You quickly flip her onto her back, showing off her face. She’s still blushing, and her face is a mess of pleasure, but her eyes are still dark. You frown, knowing that you’re gonna have to pull out the big guns. 

You flip her over again, this time leaving her on her side. Her leg drapes over your right shoulder. By the time she’s back to her senses, you’re already knocking on her door. Instead of menacing, though, her gaze is a lot more crazed. 

“Ahh… please.” Her voice is shaky, and so is her body. You push forward a bit, only pressing the tip forward, but you can feel her squeeze down on you. “Y-Yes, deeper. Put it all in there!”

You were concerned that you were following the enemies command, but not only was it the only way, you had a hard time denying the fact that railing Gloriosa felt really good. You pushed all the way to the back, your past two creampies squishing against you as you pushed in deep. Gloriosa’s tongue lolled out of her mouth, when you pushed all the way through.

You started humping, thrusting even more fiercely than before. Every single push pulled a loud moan from Gloriosa. Although you were pushing hard, it wasn’t very fast. You leaned forward, then quickened your pace. Vines shot out from her back, snaking behind you and pulling you closer. From here, it was even easier to go in and out. Having worked all day just to come here and fuck Gloriosa’s brains out was taking a toll on your vitality. Still, you fucked her as hard and fast as you could.

Just as quickly as you’d been doing to her, you felt yourself get flipped onto your back. You hadn’t noticed it, but her vines had almost completely enveloped your stomach. She quickly hopped on top of you, her pussy still just as wet and slippery as when you were going down on her. 

“I hope you weren’t planning on quitting any time soon,” she said, wrapping your arms above your head with her vines. “Because this dick is mine. And I’m gonna use it all night long.”

With a giggle, she plunged back down onto you. With most of your movement restricted, you couldn’t do much more than grunt and moan. Looking down on you, her gaze was hungry, and you couldn’t quite tell why that no longer scared you. 

You felt the vines push your back upwards, off the ground and into Gloriosa’s embrace. She kissed you, pausing only for a moment to do so. 

“Cum,” she said breathlessly in your ear. “Fill me up. Put a baby in me, Anon.” There’s not much you could do, so you grit your teeth and pushed up one final time. You went off like a rocket, the cum punching against her womb. You keep cumming and cumming until your body gives out and you feel truly emptied. You pull out smoothly, your cock covered in both of your juices. Gloriosa fell on top of you, her breathing and body shaking quite a bit. 

“Are you… are you back to normal?” The vines around you recede as well. The flower on her back is there, but it doesn’t look like it’s going to flare up any time soon. You push Gloriosa back, resting her against a wall. Her eyes are closed once again, but she puts her hand up to push you back before you do anything else. 

“I feel so full…” Her voice seems to be back to normal, and you confirm it when she opens her eyes. “How much did you cum inside me?”

“I can’t really give you a number of pints, can I? Enough, I guess,” you respond. She pouts a bit, but doesn’t protest. “You needed help, and I wasn’t about to leave you hanging.”

“Thanks…” She looks down at her immodest attire, and closes her legs. Somehow, though the other Gloriosa was definitely hot, you prefered this version. “Oh shoot, the shop! I forgot to clean up that mess!”

“I’ve already done that too,” you say with a sigh. “You shouldn’t have anything else to worry about.” She looked at you with a small smirk.

“I guess you’ve done more for me than I thought,” she says. “I didn’t really have a reward prepared or anything.” Your eyes float down to her legs, and she notices it quickly. “Really? Even after all of that?”

“Glory, I could fuck you day in and day out,” you say, confidently. She blushes, but chuckles along. You closed the distance quickly and planted a kiss on her lips. She didn’t fight it in the slightest, falling into it gingerly. 

All that night, a special flower underwent a very special pollination.