Extra Lewd: Public Embarrassment [❤️❤️❤️]

It’s not often you’re the only clothed one in the room. Your green eyes appraise the equint kneeling at the foot of your throne, the puddle of her arousal steadily growing as her DESIRE changes your body. You take a deep breath and unbutton your vest, letting the equint see the swirls appear on your body. She licks her lips, her DESIRE spiking as the horsecock slips down your pantyhose.

Her name is Shuna. As far as equints go, she’s top-tier. Long legs, D-cup tits, wide hips, and deep blue eyes trembling with excitement. Her nipples are as hard as diamonds, capping the swirling patterns on her boobs like bull’s eyes. Her long, silver hair runs past her shoulders and cascades around her waist, making the pitch-black skin patterns pop.

She’s the equint prostitute that’s been walking around Nancy’s Tavern wearing nothing more than an advertisement for the House of Temptation. She has a small issue with giving out free samples, welcoming pirate cock wherever and whenever she works. Nevertheless, Rumpelstiltskin offered her a reward for her hard work.

She chose to become a citizen.

“What talents do you bring to Haven?” Even if your erection is already threatening to tear through your pantyhose, you act like it’s a normal interview by taking out a notepad. “What position do you think you can fill?”

“Pet. Sex slave. Free use hole…” Shuna salivates. “I’m willing to take any position you want if it means living here.”

Why would you ever refuse an exhibitionist, especially a wellspring of DESIRE like her? Haven may already have sex slaves, but ones that fully devote themselves to the role like Spokesfast are prized members of any harem.

“I’m convinced.” You toss the notepad behind you and walk down the stairs, your erection straining against your leg with every step until your waist is a little over a foot away from her face. “I’m going to bounce you on my cock and pass you around Haven so all my cute little spawn can molest you. That sound good?”

Her DESIRE spikes, and you let your monstrous horsecock rip through the pantyhose. Shuna stares in awe at the sixteen-inch rod, jaw opening and closing several times. Her soul screams to hug your dick, but a part of her you never expected held her firm. Her devotion to you is oddly intense, to the point where she waits to ask permission.

“Mistress…” She bows, her head to the floor. “May you please shove your massive fucking breeder cock into my woefully empty womb?”

You smirk. She’s got the makings of a fantastic pet. Her pussy is already gushing with need. You’ve seen Shuna work, she doesn’t need foreplay. You giggle and snap your fingers, letting what’s left of your pantyhose dissipate into nothing. You’ve still got your blazer, skirt, and heels on, so you look like a demonic equint futanari office lady, one that’s gleefully jacking off in front of a bowing whore. You wave your hand and Shuna lets out a squeak as you levitate her in the air, moving her so that she’s straddling your horsecock. Her stormy-gray eyes meet yours, and she hugs you so that she’s hanging from your shoulders.

You nonchalantly walk to the doors, Shuna whining as every step drags her up and down your erection. Her gushing cunny rests on the base of your dick and you wrap your hands around her fat ass. The doors open and a rainbow staircase swirls down to the park. Shuna’s heartrate spikes when she sees how high she is, then again when you lift her so that your flared tip is mashed against her lower lips. She loses herself in your eyes and you lift her closer with a squeeze of her cushy butt, reveling in the feeling of her nipples hardening into your chest.

“I’m going to show you off as my newest cockcase~” You whisper in her ear and grind your flared tip into her. “How’s that for a position?”

She trembles in delight, a spray of her juices jetting around your tip.

“It’s, ahnnn~! An honor!”

You take your first step down the stairs and drop her on your cock.

Click. Clack. Click.

Every step of your heels down the staircase drives the equint deeper onto your meatpole. Her eyes roll back after ten steps, her tongue lolls out after twenty, and after fifty there’s a constant stream of her juices running down your horsecock and dripping from your scrotum. There’s a mounting DESIRE from onlookers at the bottom as you get closer, a hotbed of lust that you gradually get closer to.

Might as well give them a show!~

You thrust yourself deeper into Shuna, the head of your cock hammering at the entrance to her womb as her pussy lips kiss your medial ring, and she unleashes a scream of ecstasy. You jog down the staircase, the imprint of your cock poking through her belly with every momentous step. Below, people as small as ants point at you as a simmer of DESIRE rises like heat.

“They’re all watching you~” You whisper in her ear, her passage tightening even more on your rod. “The citizens of Haven, my horny kids, even the imps…they see you riding my cock and they want a piece.”

“Ah!~ Ah!~ Aaahahann!~ Thank you!~ Lord Quinn!~” Tears run down her face, the equint writhing in pleasure. “Please!~ Keep using!~ Meeeee!~”

You smile and start taking the steps three at a time, every heavy step drowning Shuna in yet another orgasm. As you get closer to the park, you see more and more citizens watching you and masturbating, some even pairing off while watching the show. Now for an explosive climax!

“You think they’ll cum right as I get you pregnant?” You slap her ass. “All round and fat with my babies?”

“Hnnng~!”

She wraps her legs around your waist and pulls herself closer to you. Her inner walls massage your dick, the entrance to her womb kissing the tip of your cock every time it gets close. With one final leap, you land on the ground and impale Shuna even deeper, your womb-breaker shoving itself into her uterus and unleashing a deluge of demonic sperm. Your eyelids flutter as the orgasm washes over you, and Shuna…

Shuna is so overwhelmed by the pleasure she loses control of her limbs and falls back, only held up by your titanic cock. She trembles, climaxing again and again as the changes overtake her body. Your cock bends under the increased weight of her swelling stomach, her ravenous pussy holding onto despite this. With a final climax, her eyes roll back and she gasps, her now E-cup breasts squirting milk out like fireworks to accompany the cumshots aimed in your direction.

Several men keep stroking their cocks to congratulate you and Shuna for your performance, their spunk splattering against your uniform…but mostly Shuna’s gravid body. You flick your hair back and smile, walking away like you aren’t holding up a pregnant equint by her pussy.

You did promise her a walk around town.

You are Shuna, and you’ve never been so horny.

When you were first kidnapped from the Plains, you never thought life could get any better. Getting tied to the mast and having pirates fuck you whenever they felt like it was only partially the captain’s idea. And when you got to Nancy’s Tavern to be sold as a whore, things just kept looking up.

And now, a demon of lust has taken you for herself, impregnated you, and is currently walking you through Haven, having tied your arms behind your back after you kept openly jilling. Femcum runs down your naked legs, your pussy nice and tight as the fullness inside you drives you crazy. You pause to rub your thighs together, anything to stimulate your needy cunny, when Quinn pulls you by the leash again. You muffle a yelp, the thrill of being pulled by your neck sending another mini-orgasm through you.

“Come on Shuna, there’s still so much to see!” Quinn giggles, her hand snaking over to grab your leaky tit and squeeze. She leans down and licks the milk from your breast, her tail whipping about contently. “Hmmm…you’ve got such great milk. Maybe I should let Thanksgiving have you for a while.”

She smiles and sends images of Thanksgiving in your mind. The large cow has enormous milky tits, a massive butt, and a perpetually happy expression. Images of you and Thanksgiving, getting milked by Quinn, makes you squirm, cumming from your tits in a hearty spray once again.

“What a waste!” Quinn sighs. “Let’s see if we can slow you down a bit.”

She waves her hand and shadowy pasties cover your nipples and pussy. You gasp, the constructs moving just slightly enough to always stimulate you, but ever to bring you over the edge. From Quinn’s expression, she’s counting on it.

Passerby point at you as you keep walking, leering or even openly masturbating at the sight of you. You blush and struggle to touch yourself, pulling at the leash to rub yourself against benches, light posts, anything, but Quinn keeps you on a tight leash. The more you walk, the larger the crowd gets, getting closer and closer every time Quinn stops to talk to someone. She looks at you from the corner of her eye and her fingers twitch, the pasties subtly vibrating.

“Guuuh~!” You drink in the orgasm with clenched teeth.

SLAP!

“NNNN~!” Then another when someone slaps you on the ass, a flush of liquid spraying around your pussy pasty.

“Is this one being punished, Lady Quinn?” Someone asks.

“Hm? No, I’m just taking a pet out for a walk.”

A finger circles around your pert asshole and you squeal.

“Her asshole seems a bit small to be one of yours, Lady Quinn!” A demon cackles.

“You can widen it if you want, I’m buying snacks.” Quinn waves a hand dismissively.

Being so casually borrowed sends a hot flush throughout your body. You can’t even drink in the shame when a cock spears into your butt. You gasp, your entire body bouncing about as the incubus pulls you close to sodomize you. Another incubus gets in front of you, a handsome smile stretching into a perverted leer as her grabs and twists your nipples, rubbing his hot cock against your pregnancy.

“Ah~ah~ah~!”

Quinn eats a pastry, slowly stroking her cock as she watches her demonic children molets your body. They massage your breasts, your ass, your bloated belly, and play with your asshole so much that when they’re done it’s left gaping and leaking with their mixed jism.

“Delicious~” Quinn purrs, clearly not talking about her pastry. “Come on, I want to show you something I think you’ll like.”

She drags you, still glazed in milk and spunk, near the pens. Down a nearby alleyway, where there are holes in the walls. You gasp, seeing a row of thick legs and sopping wet pussies, waiting to be used. Quinn walks down the alley and you marvel at all the women wiggling their asses your way. You can’t see who they are, but the fact that they’d willingly put themselves there…makes it clear you’re right at home.

You lick your lips. It’s a bit sad that nobody will see your face, but if Quinn wants you to…you step towards one of the open holes and are pulled back by the leash.

“Ah-ah! You’ll wait here.” Quinn ties the leash and her pants disappear. “I’ve got to test these girls out.”

Quinn giggles to herself and lines up her delicious bitchbreaker behind one of the larger asses. She grabs to fistfuls of butt and thrusts into the squealing woman without so much as foreplay. And you have to stand there and watch. You watch as the thrusting sends ripples up the woman’s fat ass, Quinn’s spectacularly productive equint testicles slapping against the woman’s belly. She fucks the woman vigorously, just as she’d done to you earlier.

PLAPA PLAPA PLAPA PLAPA!

Quinn groans and squirts from her pussy, her balls tightening as she cums inside the lucky girl. She pulls out, a long string of cum connecting her to the woman’s pussy, and turns to you with a smile. She sashays over to you, jacking herself off before presenting her cock to you.

“Kneel.”

You eagerly fall to your knees. Her titanic rod rests on your face and you open your mouth, sticking out your tongue desperately. Quinn shoves herself down your throat, and for one brief moment, you feel content as she stretches you out again…before she pulls out.

“Thanks for cleaning!” Quinn winks and walks to the next woman to start again.

You squirm, gasping and groaning as she goes to woman after woman, stuffing their eager pussies full of her jizz. The asses jiggle lewdly, those with tails reaching for Quinn as she passes. Your body feels like its on fire, your untended nipples and pussy aching for more, yet only your mouth is ever used. Worse still are the pair of men who join her, each taking a woman at Quinn’s side. They rut the girls and talk, occasionally commenting on how tight the pussies were. As the men increased their pace, they each grab a piece of Quinn’s ass. She groans, exchanging kisses between the pair and matched their pace.

They cum all at once, leaving you wet and untended. And the men leave Quinn fucking another load into the succubus, stopping by you to have their cocks washed in your mouth.

“Shit, I recognize her. That’s the one who advertised the House of Temptation.”

Says the one wiping his spent cock in your silver hair.

“Wow, moving up in the worlds. From advertiser at the Tavern to cock cleaner in Haven.” The one with his cock in your mouth responds.

By the time they leave, Quinn has moved onto the next woman. You see the previous girl's belly swelling, seed spilling from her gaping womanhood. Her thighs twitch and spasm, and you realize she’s like you: pregnant with Quinn’s spawn. But hers grows more quickly than yours…

“With a pussy this tight, you’ve got to be one of my daughters!” Quinn giggles, playing with her current fuckhole’s long harpy legs as she slips inside her. “Such a knotty girl!”

The preggo girl’s legs give out, hanging from the hole in the wall haphazardly as her pussy sprays out, then widens…A creature, small and mischievous and with such a long cock falls to the ground. It tries to find its mother’s face, but only finds a pair of twitching legs connected to a wall.

It sees you instead.

Alone, covered in cum, and engorged breasts desperate to be milked. It flies at you, slapping its fat cock on your swollen stomach and latching onto your tit. It struggles and eventually takes the pasty off, long tongue wrapping itself around your breast and squeezing you right as you cum from your breasts. Milk erupts from your boob and it sucks onto you happily, humping its erection against your pregnancy.

Quinn is fucking her harpy daughter backwards, her horsecock having shifted into a dog's. She's watching you with a wry grin, her red cock tucked neatly between her plump thighs. The second imp is born and Quinn winks at you. Another gift: a fresh imp cock to clean! After the imps have their fun, leaving you twitching on the floor and constantly squirting milk, Quinn finishes inside her sixth woman, then grins and wipes her brow.

“That was nice. Let’s go, Shuna.”

She unties your leash and walks westward, gathering eyes on you two once more. Quinn pauses after a few steps, watching your sweaty, gravid body as she taps her lip.

“You were so well behaved, I think you’re allowed a few privileges.” She snaps her fingers and the pussy pasty and bindings melt off of you, then pulls you along.

Instantly, everything you’ve been holding back comes through you at once. Your eyes roll back as you shoot milk from your sore boobs like a kinked hose, your pussy shooting out femcum with every step. The sight of you draws more people to masturbate, a girl or two flicking their jill juices your way.

“Nnngngnnggggh!~” Your eyes roll back and you struggle not to fall to your knees.

“Come on, then.” Quinn pulls the leash and you cum your brains out again. “Wow, you’re making a mess. Let’s make sure everyone knows why.”

She summons a sign, writes something on it, then clips it to your nipples. You let out a shuddering breath, squirming with a fuck-drunk smile as the words settle through your hazy mind.

THIS LEAKY SLUT LOVES COCK

You’re completely flushed.

Quinn takes even more time on the way back. She doesn’t even pretend to stop to look at windowsills, she just waits where some horny men gather and lets them molest your body. Quinn just points at you with her sixteen-inch horsecock, her tits spilling from her blazer, and smiles whenever they massage your preggo belly, squeeze the milk from your tits, but most of all, rub their dicks all over you.

Maybe you got on your knees a couple times to give them blowjobs. Or given a titjob or three.

Once, a pair of men sandwiched you on their cocks and Quinn just watched and stroked her fat rod. You were bounced between them for what felt like hours, her cock growing larger until she was stroking herself between her gorgeous breasts and kissing her own tip. She even thanked them for making you cum, when she was the one driving your crazy with her debased expression!

You’re surprised to find you’re not the only person on a leash at the park.

A woman with a mop of red hair and messy overalls holds an hourglass-shaped woman with a massive cock by a leash. The futanari is swollen with a massive pregnancy, far more than you are, yet she’s still fucking herself on one of the many naked statues that dot the park. Her massive cock swings between her lactating tits, her fingers pinching and squeezing as much milk as she can from her overblown jugs.

The elf futa groans, shooting cum from her third leg, milk from her tits, and splattering the statue in her feminine juices before she slumps to the ground, tired ahegao panting in a puddle of her juices.

She looks so happy~

“Let’s go say hi, Shuna.” Quinn pulls you along until. “Maaaaay! I see it’s your turn to walk ‘Miss Fortune.’”

“Lord Quinn!” The butch girl grins. “Yeah, Unlucky Slots slipped on some lube and onto a dildo, so I’m taking Miss Fortune here around until she gets tuckered out.”

The two then go onto have a conversation like neither you or Miss Fortune are there, something about construction projects and a rivalry between kobolds and dwarves. You’re more distracted by Miss Fortune’s matronly curves, the way her breasts heave with every breath, and the massive twitching cock sprouting between her thick thighs. Your body is long and graceful, with a nice bust and hips to match, but she blows you out of the water. She exhales softly, with a pleased shudder, and catches you looking. Her hand rubs her swollen pregnancy, lingering on the tattooed heart with a stenciled ‘72’ stretched across her side.

“Hey there,” She winks. “First pregnancy?”

You nod mutely. She sits up with a groan and spreads her legs, her fingers dancing between her gaped pussy lips. Grinning when she catches you staring at the massive balls hanging in front of her pussy.

“Oh, you’re in for a treat. In Haven, the moment when you finally give birth…” She shudders. “It’s incredible. I’m addicted to it. That’s why I take every chance I can to get stuffed full of imps.” She rolls her eyes. “The other me doesn’t get it…sit in front of me.”

You follow the more experienced woman’s order, her stiffening cock hanging ominously over your baby bump. She places a hand on your belly and coos.

“One of Lord Quinn’s…Lucky you!” She leans forward and licks from your tit. “Good milk, too! Once you’re settled in, you can make some easy cash in the pens. It’s usually for debtors and prisoners, but they accept volunteers. Just so long as you don’t mind eating cum out of a trough for a couple hours.”

Pens? Troughs? A contraction climax hits you, your eyes crossing and your pussy squirting at the same time.

“I thought so!” Miss Fortune giggles. “You can try some of mine if you want.”

She holds up her ridiculously oversized tits, thumb-sized nipples twitching eagerly. You suck from hers, then she sucks from yours, and soon you’re kissing each other as you mash your milky tits together. Something long and hard grows between your bumping maternities, her rod pushing between your milky love pillows until your both kissing her cock. You suck her cockhead and work in tandem to pump your tits along her shaft.

When she finally erupts, you feel her cock throb between your bodies and your mouth overflows with her jizz. You break away and she takes your place, wrapping her lips around her cock with practiced efficiency. You swallow and she unlatches so you can take the next load. Eventually, she stops cumming and you’re back to kissing, your tits covered in a thick layer of all the jism you couldn’t catch.

“Look at the pets, they’re molesting each other pretty hard.” May hums.

“Aw, they’re cute together.” Quinn laughs as she pumps her cock. “Hey, we’re not the only ones walking our pets! Typeface, Check!”

Check? Temptation’s accountant is here, dressed in a light skirt and a shirt tight enough to see her nipples. Next to her are a pair of dwarves with blue hair; one in a lace bikini and tight stockings, the other wearing nothing but a leash. The latter is pulled by a leash held by the other, eyes fluttering with every tug.

“Lord Quinn!” Check bows.

“Lord Quinn, nice to see you.” Typeface beams. “We’re supposed to meet Truffle and Button here for a nice family outing.”

They sit down on a nearby bench and go off in their own conversations while their pet, Spokesfast, joins you and Miss Fortune. She’s shorter than you two, but that puts her at the perfect height to finger you two as you grope and kiss each other. At some point, you and Spokesfast take turns sucking the futa’s massive meatpole and milking her constantly squirting boobs. Miss Fortune is moaning so loudly, pedestrians are stopping to watch you. The attention your drawing is enough to get you blushing and wet, their lusty stares driving you closer to climax.

Quinn and the others have paused their conversation, openly helping each other masturbate. May is stroking Quinn’s cock and Typeface is stroking Check’s fat dick. The redheaded tomboy blushes and licks her lips, perspiration running from her collarbone down her swaying tits as she pumps Quinn’s shaft reverently. Typeface strokes Check’s cock faster, relishing every squirm and stifled gasp the blond elf makes.

“Look at the mess they’re making!” She says.

“Can you blame them? Spokesfast and Shuna are desperate for Miss Fortune’s cock.  Look how much they’re leaking from their pussies!”

They’re so right. You need something up your hungry passage, and fingers aren’t cutting it. You hug the massive meatpole, spraying love fluids as you imagine impaling yourself on the monster. Spokesfast hugs the cock from the other side, clearly thinking the same as she cries out desperately, receiving a shower of cum from Fortune in response.

Now all three of you are covered in jizz.

“This deserves a picture.” Quinn comments. “Come on you three, get in a line. Miss Fortune, you’re in the middle.”

Quinn stands and pulls out a camera from somewhere and aims, May expertly staying by her side to pump her shaft. You get on Fortune’s right and Spokesfast on her left, proudly holding up your pregnancy next to Miss Fortune’s. Her cock bend to the side, bobbing just under Spokesfast’s lips. You all throw peace signs, rivulets of sexual fluids running down your bodies.

Spokesfast’s eyes roll back and she stretches her lips to suck the last globs of jizz, right as the flash goes off.

“C’mon Spokesfast! No silly faces.”

Fortune shifts her cock to the other side, where it rests between your breasts. Your eyes narrow on the delicious member, sticking your tongue out to lap her urethra. Another flash, and you blush as your perversion is immortalized.

“Aww, Shuna!~” Quinn chides. “Couldn’t you resist that fat futa cock for more than a couple seconds? You’re such a hungry slut~”

Quinn tries to shrug, but May expertly plays with her glans and her entire body shudders in anticipation. May smirks and pulls down her overalls so they’re only loosely hanging from her hips, the hint of her happy trail exciting Quinn even further.

“Hmm…I’ve got a fat load aching to blow all over the hungry bitches.” Quinn chuckles to herself and brings her free hand to her throbbing length. “Alright, group picture!~ You too, May!”

The pets eagerly fall to their knees, May quickly joins at your side. Check fidgets as she goes to Spokefast’s side, Typeface quickly kneeling in front of her and not-so-subtly rubbing Check’s dick between her ass cheeks. Quinn brings the camera up to keep her breasts and her ten-inch cock in frame. Three naked jizz-smeared sluts open their mouths excitedly, and three more in various states of dress follow your lead. You extend your tongue out, but yours isn’t as long as May’s. Check is still getting teased by Typeface, the dwarf innocently opening her mouth as Quinn pumps her cock even faster. Spokesfast is squeezed between Check and Fortune, struggling to keep her mouth above Miss Fortune’s mountainous boobs.

“Cheese!” Quinn bites her lip, her eyes rolling back somewhat as the first ropes erupt from her cock.

A flash.

A hot sticky rope slaps against your face and between your tits, its virile taste invading your mouth with a satisfied squeal on your part. Then another lands across the married couple, then their slave, then May, then the futa, and then you again. Just when you think she’s done, Quinn groans and shoots another load, thick gobs of jism landing squarely onto Spokesfast’s face. All of you are covered in a thick layer of Quinn’s one-futa bukkake, her virile scent marking you as hers.

Another flash captures your cum-glazed expressions.

“You guys look so sexy~” Quinn purrs. “That’s going in the scrapbook!”

You rub her dick cream all over your body, the brisk heat of arousal spreading everywhere it goes. You rub your swollen maternity, feeling a fire of desire light in your womb as your gushing pussy aches to be used. May licks herself clean, slowly running a finger up her abs to lick the jizz like frosting from her fingertip. Check’s eyes are slowly rolling back, Typeface kissing her clean as she lightly rubs her cock and whispers things in her twitching ears.

And Miss Fortune? She gasps and shifts in place, her erection throbbing with need. You’re about to offer yourself, but she turns on Spokesfast, mashing her lips against the diminutive woman’s and pinning her to the ground. She thrusts her hips wildly, mashing her meat against the dwarf’s body several times before she finally angles herself correctly and shoves herself inside her. Spokesfast moans lewdly in the futanari’s mouth, uncaring of the fact that she’s now being rutted in the open like an animal.

She tries to wrap her smaller legs around Miss Fortune’s waist, but the elven redhead is pulling her waist too far back with every thrust for her to get a grip.

“Whoops! Looks like your pet is trying to breed Typeface’s.” Quinn tells May.

Check’s eyes refocus, the loud plap-plapping and Typeface’s pointed whispers pulling her attention on the pair. Her gaze lingers on Fortune’s bouncing ass and swinging testicles, mostly on the salivating cunt begging for attention. With a violent thrust, some of Fortune’s feminine juices flicks off her ballsack and onto Check’s face.

“I can’t handle it anymore!” Check roars and jumps behind Fortune, plunging her dick into the other futanari’s desperate cunny. “TAKE THIS YOUR FAT-COCKED BIMBO!~ TAKE IT FOR FUCKING MY ONAHOLE!~ I’M GOING TO STUFF YOU SO FULL THAT TYPEFACE IS GOING TO BE JEALOUS!~”

“Now Typeface’s wife is trying to breed my pet!” May notes, her hand firmly down her overalls.

“Don’t worry sweetie, I know what to do.” Quinn giggles and stand behind Check. “Who’s ready for some conga?~”

Quinn impales Check, the blonde arching her head back as she’s penetrated. May smirks and pulls down her overalls to reveal a strapon, which she readily uses on Quinn.

That opens the floodgates as more bystanders join in behind her, men and women with strapons lining up behind each other in a lusty line of pleasure.

Leaving you woefully untended to. You sigh and sit on the bench, condemning yourself to watching others get fucked in ways you’re not equipped to participate in.

“They’re quite impressive, aren’t they?” Typeface sits next to you, kicking her legs as a gentle hand rubs your pregnancy. “Quinn is always a great lay, but I think Check is crazy hot when she lets loose.”

Her smile grows lecherous and her hand trails down between your legs. You arch back in a silent prayer, grinding your pussy lips into the dwarf’s fingers.

“You like that, don’t you?~ If you’re a good girl, I’m sure you’ll find an owner who treats you as good as we treat Spokesfast.” She whispers in your ear, her fingers expertly teasing your folds, her thumb brushing gently around your lovebud. “Look how much fun she’s having!~”

At the very end of the fuckline is Spokesfast, tongue lolled out and drowning in pleasure as she’s pinned down by a pregnant futanari and the wild ministrations of all those behind her. Her limbs are splayed out, occasionally twitching as her body crashes past another climax.

You’re so jealous…

“Aww, I wanted to fuck Lord Quinn.” Someone says from behind you.

“I knew you took too much time getting ready!” A similar voice echoes.

“Only because you wanted to find the right earrings!”

“Truffle, Button, you should have been here earlier.” Typeface chides.

A pair of black-haired elven succubi in matching ponytails prowl around the bench and stare down at you. They’ve got matching leather vests to accentuate their busts, but different sets of earrings, bracelets, and tight pants.

Neither pair of pants properly hides the erections straining the fabric.

“But Auntie Typefaaaaace, Truffle wanted to wear the emerald studs and it would have totally clashed with my jade bangles!”

“And Button wanted to…Hello? Who’s this new pet?” The two futanari stare with growing lust in their eyes.

“Shuna, this is Button and Truffle.” You take a shuddering breath when Typeface stops teasing your pussy, instead bringing her hands up to mash your tits. “Quinn and Check’s daughters. They may look like twins, but their mother and father are reversed.”

It takes you a moment to understand. Looking back to watch Quinn switch between kissing May over her shoulder then peppering kisses on Check’s neck, futa cocks smashing into pussies in tandem, you wonder who birthed whom. Will the demon you bear have as big a cock as either of the futanari before you?

Typeface smirks and squeezes your tits, your eyes rolling back as a stream of milk dribbles down your engorged belly.

“Your DESIRE is feeding your child well, Shuna.” She whispers in your ear, your mouth agape in pleasure. “Maybe you should test out another futanari cock before you make a request of Quinn. Girls!”

Typeface pushes you back and spreads your legs, your pussy’s arousal dripping between the bench struts. She lays next to you, her head resting inches from your leaky nipple and spreads your legs apart with you. Your heart thunders in your chest, eager to finally have your inner folds violated by a massive futanari cock once more.

“Give Auntie Typeface and her new friend a good dicking.” The dwarf leans on her arm and gives the futanari not-twins a slutty grin. “You’ll want to get warmed up before Check has a turn with you.”

The succubi look at each other and nod, lewd smiles growing on their faces as their clothes dissipate into nothing. One of them, Truffle, rubs her cock against your pussy lips, your entire body flushing with delight. She pinches a nipple and you squirm even more, your hot cunny desperate for some action.

“Can we cum inside her?” Button breathes huskily, mimicking her sister’s motions on Typeface. “Or you?”

“Now gi-girls…” Typeface’s breath hitches despite her serious expression. “You know it could affect the baby. Only anal.”

Your whine is interrupted when they spear inside your butts in perfect harmony, your pussies spraying in a sympathetic orgasm. They thrust into you both, their hips in perfect pace as they spread your tightening pucker with their throbbing futa cocks. The futa pair hold hands as they fuck you, their thunder thighs slick with mixed femcum.

Your silly face must be exciting them. Or your bouncing breasts. Or your pregnancy, decorated by the swirling patterns over your womb. You don’t really know, being lose in an ocean of lust as Typeface clamps her soft lips around your nipple and drains your squirting tits with every thrust.

“Hah~ Hah~! Her asshole is experienced for a newcomer!~” Truffle says.

“Hah~ Hah~! And Typeface’s is perfectly molded for daddy’s cock!~” Button adds.

“That’s because she’s a prostitute from Nancy’s Tavern.” Typeface stops nursing from you to explain. “She may be a newbie, but she’s a real pro!~”

“Wow! Hah~! Where Ma works?”

“Cool! Hah!~ I wonder if we can join?”

You’re too lost from the ass-climax to know who said what. All you can do is beg for more cock like the depraved slut that you are. They shoot hot ropes inside your butt several times, switching from talking as they casually use your bodies to making out with each other, their throbbing cocks promising the biggest load yet.

“Mmm~ sis, are you gonna cum?~”

“Yesh~ I’m gonna cum inside, sis!~ I’m gonna Ah~! Ah~Aaaaaaaaaahhhnnn!~”

Warm, sticky futa nut butter fills your insides, your hungry pussy crying out for their hot loads in a massive splash of arousal. They pull out together, a wave of thick splooge dribbling out of your abused anus, and then begin fucking each other in front of you and Typeface. You lay on the bench, struggling to put your mind back together while Typeface basks in the afterglow, lazily teasing her untouched cunny.

She lets go of your nipple and kisses you on the cheek.

“Remember to ask Quinn about making your child a futa. Or maybe get another?” She grins and stares at Truffle and Button as one fucks the other. “I’d say it helps keep them occupied, but I get the feeling you’re all too willing to help your children yourself.”

You rub your pregnancy, imagining what sort of life you will give birth to. A male? A female? A futanari? You shudder in anticipation as another contraction buzzes through you, your stomach growing steadily bigger.

Quinn strides over, now fully naked, her cock glistening with mixed love juices. The conga line is over, though Check is still vigorously fucking a cum-bloated Miss Fortune and Spokesfast in a growing puddle of jizz from the various creampies leaking out of their pussies.

The blonde futanari doesn’t seem intent on stopping any time soon. Typeface watches with a smile, licking her slick juices from her fingers.

“Come on, Shuna.” Quinn waves her hand and a leash manifests around your neck. “We should go before Check realizes those two are unconscious. Truffle and Button will only keep her occupied for so long~”

You get up, but Quinn gently pushes you down to all fours. She smiles but doesn’t explain, just  pulling you into Haven’s west side. You flush, walking on all fours through the streets as you slowly realize that unlike the east side and the park, nobody really pays attention to you. Many are wearing pink glasses and normal clothes.

You only realize what’s going on when one of them comments how much nicer you are compared to the other dogs. Those glasses prevent them from seeing you as you are. Quinn smirks your way when you come to that realization, then makes sure to cross other people with glasses on the street to talk to them.

With the first group, she jacks off in front of them as she nonchalantly talks about the conversion rate from Prillian silver to Haven tokens. They don’t even react when she shoots her cum all over your face.

The second group doesn’t notice anything wrong either, only commenting that you know some nice tricks as Quinn facefucks you right in front of them.

“I know.” Quinn grabs your breast and squeezes in front of their faces, your eyes fluttering as she shoots another thick load down your throat. “Isn’t she great?~”

You pass some pirates on the street and they grin. You pussy quivers in excitement as they ask to ‘play’ with you, right in front of another group of ignorant people. One of them comments how tight your ass is as they spitroast you, his hairy balls slamming against your winking cunny.

“Could be ‘cause she’s pregnant?” The other responds.

“Ghuk~ Ghuk~ Ghuk…”

“The dog is pregnant?” One of the oblivious onlookers asks. “She doesn’t look it.”

You almost cum right then and there, the hemming and hawing of the pirate only briefly stopping them before you impale yourself deeper on their cocks.

Once your mouth and ass had been suitably glazed over with stranger’s jism, you take the initiative. You do all sorts of depraved things in front of the unaware visitors. Shaking your ass in front of them only gets a couple comments about how playful you are. Fingering yourself until you squirt on their shoes gets a disgusted comment about you marking your territory. You even wrap your arms around a dwarf and dry hump her side, rubbing your growing maternity against her face.

Nothing but a statement about Quinn’s ‘big dog’.

You’re a very social pet too! Licking people’s faces, shoving your face in their crotches and taking deep breaths…you even allow a demon walking their hellhound to sniff your ass and lick your pussy!

If you weren’t fulfilling your deepest fantasies, you’d wonder about the irony of becoming more depraved the further west you go. You considered letting the hellhound mount you in the street!

Ah, just the thought of it makes you cross your eyes and squirt femcum from your puffy, hungry cunny. You could never reach this level of thrill at Nancy’s Tavern!

Quinn walks you closer to a square with traders and restaurants and you stop. Quinn watches you, drinking in your sexual energies as you shudder through another contraction, your tits squirting out milk as a long orgasm jets arousal from your tight pussy. Your belly swells and you know the time is close. Your hips have grown wide and maternal, your pussy winks in a combination of need miniature orgasms trickling through your body.

You remember Typeface’s words of wisdom. Why have one…when you can have two?

“Shuna?” Quinn tugs at your leash. “Need something?~”

“Yeeeeesh~” The past hour of teasing has fried your brain, but a need for more bloom within you. “Pleashe Quinn…Give me another…”

Quinn smiles, her cock fully erect once more. Her fat, breeder testicles clench closer to her, rivulets of arousal dripping from her scrotum. She knows you want this, she knows you need this…

“A good pet begs, Shuna.~”

You get on your knees, resting your gravid maternity on your thick thighs. You hum happily, tracing the markings above your womb, then bring your hands up like a begging dog. Your tongue lolls out of your mouth, steamy breath full of desperation.

“Please~” You pant, whine, and beg. “Lord Quinn, stuff your fat horsecock in my preggo pussy and knock me up again~”

Quinn strides over, tapping a finger to her lips as her cock bobs tantalizingly close to you. You kiss up her wet thighs, then her musky scrotum, up to the base of her cock, then take one of her virile testicles and suck it, all as you look up to her with a determined horniness you’ve never felt before. Quinn tousles your silky hair, parts still matted with jizz, and hums.

“Mmm~… Okay!”

She lifts you up again, this time resting her hefty bust against you back and spreading your legs apart from the back. Her massive horsecock kisses the entrance to your love tunnel…and slips in, easily lubricated from the hours of teasing you’ve endured. Sparks fly in your brain and you scream out in public, but nobody stares as Quinn bounces you on her massive cock. She puts you in a full nelson and fucks you in the middle of the square, people going out your day as if you weren’t getting your pussy widened in public!

“You’re so close to giving birth~” Quinn whispers in your ear. “Do you want to give your child a brother? Or a sister?”

You are drowning in pleasure. A constant, buzzing climax invades your senses, tits spurting out like a kinked hose with your heartbeat as tears run down your face. Your legs, your tits, your preggo belly, all are bouncing around mindlessly as an icon of lust thrusts into your insides.

You only have one response.

“Cock~! Cock~! Cock~!”

“Let’s play it safe and go for a futanari and a male!~” Quinn thrusts into you with renewed vigor. “Hah! Get pregnant, get pregnant, get pregnant!~ Again~!”

Quinn increases the pace, bouncing you on her pillar of pleasure until her cock throbs inside you. You howl in pleasure, a flood of sperm filling you out until you’re the size of a beach ball. Even through you’re so large you can’t move, Quinn keep fucking you in a full nelson, bouncing you around like a used onahole she just can’t give up.  You feel her touch inside you, altering the life so that it suits your tastes.

You can’t even muster up a thanks, drooling and begging for more.

Quinn accepts. Not just that, she calls attention to herself.

“Milkmaid here, get some milk!” Quinn crows, slapping your gravid maternity and causing you to squirt more milk from your now F-cup tits. “Great with coffee! Guaranteed fresh!”

You’ve been downgraded from a dog to a portable milk dispenser. Just the thought of it makes you squeeze even tighter on her length. She offers your milk to Prillians confidently, letting you go so you’d only be held up by her gargantuan rod as she squeezes milk into the waiting cups of her customers.

“What a strange device!” One says.

“Would you like to try straight from the tap?” Quinn offers with a smile, bouncing you around in tiny jumps to keep your output up. “I’ve got two nozzles!”

Two pairs of lips wrap around your nipples and you yowl as you cum from your boobs. Your pregnancy rests against the table, nothing more than a thing to the ignorant Prillians. Quinn goes around to the others, putting you in more and more compromising positions as her own lust grows.

It comes to a head when Quinn flips you around so you’re facing her, her beautifully lewd grin faltering as she hold back from cumming inside you for the umpteenth time. She dumps you on an occupied table.

“Anyone want so-some mi-milk?~”

Bad timing.  The contractions reach a crescendo, all the orgasms you’ve been riding crashing into you at once. You squeal and arch your head back, spraying milk like a kinked hose.

“The twins!~ They’re com-cumming!~”

You and Quinn go cross-eyed, the lust demon pulling out her prodigious cock and jacking herself off as you squirt from all of your holes. Your pussy spreads apart and you scream out in tandem with Quinn, who blesses you with her fattest load yet. The thick cum splatters all over your winking pussy, your round belly, your splayed tits, your face…and several of the onlookers.

“Wha-what?”

“Why am I? What i-is this fee-feeling?~”

Quinn’s virile aphrodisiac proves to be too much, and those doused in her jism blink a few times as if seeing you for the first time. The man closest to you has something growing in his pants…with muscle memory and the need for more cock as your pussy slowly spreads apart, you pull down his pants and eagerly glut on his cock, the comforting taste of dick carrying you through your repetitive orgasms. Another rubs his cock against a tit as the woman facing him pleasures dry humps your erect nipple. Instincts and mimicry bring the others closer to you, rubbing themselves in a trace as they steadily begin to pleasure themselves on you and Quinn.

“Uh-oh. I think I made a—Hnnng!” Quinn cums again, the combined lust and errant hands shooting more of her jizz over other onlookers, freeing them from their inhibitions. “Keep, ah~ pushing Shuna!~”

Your face is etched in perpetual pleasure, blurry vision fading under the onslaught as Quinn changes. She grows bigger, her cock growing thicker and spurting that delicious fluid over more and more people. Her tits swell as well, growing more matronly curves like yours as her lips plump up and her gushing pussy widens in time to take on a pair of adventurous dicks. Your toes curl as you and Quinn ride a simultaneous orgasm, her nipples beading with milk as yours spray even more just as you push your first child from your spraying cunt.

Quinn’s eyes flutter, cooing as more and more people gather around to touch, grope, and pleasure. She takes your first child and presses them against her breast, shuddering as a frothy mixture of jizz and femcum leaks down her legs. Still, she keeps her arm ateady as she’s rocked back and forth, the plump ass taking a fresh dicking as she breastfeeds your first child.

“There, ah~ there! You’re going to-ouuu~ grow big and strong so you can fuck mommy Shuna-ah-aaaah!~” Quinn groans, angling her cock into the faces of increasingly naked women. “This is unf~ how you please a horny woman, Maitake!~”

You’re switching between sucking two cocks, your hands are full from jacking off several men at once. One woman is riding one of your breasts, squeaking and moaning every time your sensitive nipple rubs her clit, your milk drooling out of her pussy like she got creampied. You pause your sucking as your pussy spreads apart once more, your jiggling thighs twitching with enough force to shake off sweat and jizz. You howl in pleasure, pushing out your second child, which is quickly handed over to Quinn. She stuffs the second child to her other breast, her stomach slowly growing with each person to cum inside her. Quinn pushes her cock down and thrusts into an eager dwarf, the heavy slapping of flesh on flesh exciting her further as her ass widens some more, all too willing to take in an impossible three cocks at once.

“See-ee-eee~ this, Puffball?~ Taking it in the pussy and pu-uh~tting it in the pussy feel so good!~ Lucky you’re a fu-hu-hu~tanari!~”

The pleasure overwhelms you, flashes of your children growing between getting facefucked, titfucked, and fucked in general.

You’re riding a pair of dicks in your pussy and ass, kissing up and down a human girl's chest when you spot Quinn getting fucked from behind by an equint incubus with silver and black hair. She’s holding an equint succubus against her enormous breasts, practically drowning her in milk.

You’re on your knees, fingering another woman as you jill jizz out of your over-stuffed snatch when you spot them again; a lithe futanari equint pulling Quinn’s hair and thrusting into her ass as she rides a more developed equint incubus. Her eyes are half-lidded and she’s sucking a cock, Quinn’s gurgling belly having grown the size of a basketball. She winks your way and stretches her nipples out in a muffled moan, spraying milk into the waiting mouths of the onlookers jacking off to her.

The crowd of gangbanging Prillians closes around you again, the awakened Peillians preferring to use your lewd body over joining others in the orgy. You lose yourself in pleasuring so many cocks and cunnies, layers and layers of sexual fluids slather on your body. Eventually, Quinn finds you. The combined DESIRE has changed her body to obscene proportions: Her hips must be three feet wide, with a fat ass to match. Her belly had become so stuffed with cum, it looks like a yoga ball hanging over her fat pussy, a waterfall of jism splattering from her widened fuck-hole. Every step she takes closer to you shifts another splatter out of her fuckholes, her once proudly erect horsecock now flaccid and constantly spitting jism as the tip drags against the ground. The icon of lust shudders as one of the men thrusting into her ass pulls out, quickly replaced by another. You’re so mesmerized by her cock and the womb patterns, you almost don’t notice the pair she’s wrapped her arms around.

A willowy equint succubus with black and white twintails, her skin patterns remarkably similar to yours, pokes her fat futa cock against Quinn’scum-bloated belly with a giggle. Flanking her other side is a handsome equint with similar two-tone hair, slapping his cock against Quinn’s luscious thigh as he twists and squeezes Quinn’s gargantuan lactating boob.

“Heeey~ Shuna!” Quinn licks her plump lips, a stray pube sticking stubbornly to her cheek. “Check out these two studs!~ Puffball and Maitake, say hi to your mommy!~”

The man inside your ass cums and an orgasm shudders through you at the worst time, spraying Quinn and your children in your femcum.

“Look at that, she’s happy to see you!~” Quinn purrs, uncaring that Puffball and Maitake only seem to molest her some more. “How about you get to know mommy as we get speared by your fat~ equint~ dicks?~”

The two leer, pumping their horsecocks as Quinn gets on all fours next to you. Her eyelids flutter as she rests her rotund belly against the ground, lightly gasping when a flood of milk erupts from her nipples in response. You eagerly join at her side, your recently widened hips shaking in excitement as you look over your shoulder.

“You looked so hot riding those men, Shuna~ Like no matter how much cock you took, you always needed more.” Maitake grins and lines his cock up to your drooling pussy. “My sister and I are going to make sure you’re never empty.”

“I hope I’ll have a turn soon.” Puffball slaps her cock across Quinn’s ass, whose holes sputter with jism. “Quinn is so stuffed, she’s on a hair trigger.”

Quinn moans and her flaccid horsecock shoots another load, pooling around her knees.

They shove themselves into you and Quinn, fireworks of pleasure shooting in your brain. You’re in the middle of a massive orgy, but all you can feel is your child’s cock slamming into your womb, your loosened pussy tightening around the length to milk everything you can. Before you go cross-eyed and babble incoherently, the gentle touch of someone grabbing your hand pierces through the fog.

Quinn, face stretched like yours in a lewd ahegao, holds your hand as Puffball rocks her perverted body back and forth.

“Looks, ah~, likeuh~, we’ll be pets~ to~geth~er~!” Fountains of milk erupt from her tits and an orgasm slams into the both of you.

You open your mouth to answer, but a dwarf shoves his cock down your gullet, pulling you deeper onto his length by your hair. Quinn laughs, though another dwarf does the same and she just moans on the cock. Your eyes roll back and Maitake hilts himself inside you, your slutty passage tightening on his medial ring as a flood of his thick cum swelling your stomach so much that your belly rubs against Quinn’s. Instead of stopping, he switches places with his sister and she immediately begins thrusting into you, feeding your hungry pussy with her futa cock.

Who knows how long your kids will fuck you in the middle of this debauched orgy?

You cum again, and your sexy daughter's warm seed fills you even more.

Best. Decision. Ever.