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Ch 16 – Danielle – a Medusa, a Cyborg and Pink, or rather Major, was already well into her transition by the time they were done. She looked nearly the same as before, and she remained anatomically correct (and lightly enhanced) … but her body now had a plastic sheen, and displayed the various seams that I remembered the movie character displaying.
Blue was as thrilled, and I expected her to chose to go with one of Major’s girlfriends, although I had no idea if she had any. In the event, she started growing taller and wider. She also began to grow a penis; and finished up as what appeared to be a female cave troll with a two-foot knobbly club of a cock. She was also completely blue, so there was a possibility she’d been going for a troglodyte Smurf.
Major was thrilled, and there was an excited exchange—in Japanese, so I had no idea what the back-story to Blue’s character might be. Still, what with the tusks and all, it was endearing to see a cave troll giggling. I looked forward to a turn with her … and, of course, her cock.
That reminded me to get this show on the road. I led the way down the short passageway to the inner door, and swung it open for them to step through onto the stage-like platform under its high roof.
“Cool,” said Melody.
“It’s beautiful!” This was Blue, at about two octaves below her original voice.
Sami came straight to the point: “Where is everyone?”
The meadow beyond was devoid of centaurs, fauns, nymphs, or fairies of any description. Fuck.
“There are three trails out of here, not to mention that second door,” Sami continued. “And up, of course.”
I gazed roughly in the direction we’d flown in from earlier. “If they split up, they could be basically everywhere. I don’t even know how many came through.”
“Would it matter? You didn’t know I was here.” Sami eyed Blue’s wang. “I say we get a party started right here.”
This actually made Osmanbey travesti sense—at least Oli would have some idea where to find us. And we could always hike over to the door to my home. “Major and Blue saw you playing with Melody and I—maybe ask them if you can join them.”
I spoke loudly enough for all the girls to hear, and our orc-maiden—with a slightly alarming grin—simply scooped Sami off my shoulder and proceeded to stretch the horny faerie over her knob.
While Melody watched this performance, I took the opportunity to add an inch to my own pecker’s girth, and two inches to its length (ignoring that she’d basically made it to order). Purely for her pleasure, you understand; nothing to do with the competition at all.
Once Sami was pulled down past the collar of Blue’s lumpy cock-head, the still grinning troll hoisted Major high enough to line up their appropriate bits … then backed her up against one of the huge corner posts and proceeded to sheath her monster-mace inside the girl’s augmented (and possibly mechanical) insides. I hoped the pounding that followed wouldn’t bring the roof down.
Melody had waited long enough—she spun around and gripped my trembling tool. I helpfully pointed behind her to a cushioned settee (that hadn’t been there last time). Glancing back, she nodded and set off at a trot, dragging me along by the ring of my tow-bar. “Dibs on top!”
In the event, she barely let me sort myself out on my back, before quickly straddling my thighs. Then, leaning forward, she wrapped her breasts around my cock-stand. After probing its chiseled head with her tongue to extract some pre-cum, she began to lean further to fold the thing down. The result was that she finished up with her belly on my shaft, her freckled tits still cradling it just below my own, between which it had landed.
She squirmed against me for a bit, and then slid herself up my body—pausing Osmanbey travestileri to kiss my knob, then again my mouth … and stopping several times more to let me kiss her belly and her pussy. That last I gave a good going over. Her headful of penises were getting excited (there were a series of little spurts), and I knew her goal was to back her honey pot—once it was thoroughly lubricated from within and without—onto my waiting yard.
While we both knew I would fit (as would Blue, soon—this was OFW, after all), when she did sheath me inside her belly, she chose to be wicked tight. After a good deal of writhing and gasping from both of us, she’d worked her way gradually about half-way back; then we braced our hands against each other’s knockers to boost her to the upright. Gravity sped up her slide, until her rump was on my thighs and I could see my glans stretch the base of her throat.
By this time her dick-thicket was pretty worked up, and several were trying to fuck her ears. She was determined to go the distance, though. Having worked her feet up alongside my hips, she began to gamely slide herself up and down on me—although, even standing, my horse-knob remained inside her.
In the end it was me that came first … but she could feel me stiffen and shudder inside her, and feel the pulse of cum on its way. She drove down hard, in time to launch a fountain of the stuff out her mouth to land on my chest—at least, what cleared her own boobs.
And then she came, too. Her body clamped on the entirety of my apparatus, and all her cocks blasted at once. Her head was now tipped back, so she sent a broadside behind herself—I could feel her jiz land from my knees to my toes, and see it spray past my flanks. That lasted an impressive minute or so, until the last of it drizzled off her bum down onto my thighs. Whereupon, she passed out.
That didn’t surprise me—I’d Travesti osmanbey come over all lightheaded earlier with just the two cock-horns firing. She slumped—ragdoll limp—onto my rigid pony-yard, settling down the thing until its drooling snout emerged from her mouth.
She seemed fine, but I couldn’t actually free her without her help. So I spent some time admiring her beautiful body. At least the bits I could see: her freckled, Rubenesque thighs, arms and torso—the latter being presently stretched around my fat cock, from her flame-red bush past her cum-glazed breasts up to her throat. Fuck me, I thought, I could really spend a lot more time with this girl.
On reflection, this was probably just as well, quite apart from the fact she was stuck on my shaft. As far as I knew, if she wanted we could spend the next year here, and I’d totally be her bitch the whole time … because it would only be two hours in the real world. Or two years, depending on which gate we left through.
This was potential headache material, so I looked over to watch Blue, who was still giving it to Major—doggy style now. The beast girl was still grinning madly, her breasts alternately bobbling as she thrust on. These sizable features had grown, but not as much as the rest of her, so they looked … not gamin, exactly, but modest. For dancing fat tits, anyway.
Blue looked up and saw me with Melody dangling on my shaft like some macabre trophy, so she waved at me. I couldn’t help but catch one of my Medusa-girl’s limp hands and flap it back. Clearly there was nothing for it but to enjoy the show.
I soon caught another glimpse of Sami’s arms still flapping between our modified Japanese friends, and wondered again about spending too much OFW time in here—my sidekick was so acclimatized she’d chosen to remain a feral faerie rather than pick up his life where he’d left off. Then I thought, fuck it. If it should happen, it wasn’t like I’d be shirking my duties. I’d still be home late Wednesday, ready for my next gig.
Now that I’d returned to my senses (mostly), I noticed that a pack of Sami’s wee sisters had arrived to watch along with me. And, knowing them, I knew they would do more than watch.
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