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STALLIONS UNCOVERED - The Tachyon Files Pt. 4
STALLION(s) UNCOVERED
Results were promising. Mejiro McQueen watched as every training session ended with better and better numbers. She would finish her training the same way someone might get through their day with a certain pep in their step knowing that a delicious meal or treat was waiting for them at home. Unfortunately, treats have calories and sugar in them, but McQueen was now much more motivated by something else, returning from her arduous training with a throbbing third leg tense and excited for their reward.
Most days she was able to contain herself until she returned to her dorm room, but sometimes she was too worked up and excited, or she knew that her roommate was going to be back in their room studying all night. Those were the days when she had no choice but to find a quiet secluded part of the locker room and tend to her needs. Besides, she was training at odd times and displayed a great abundance of care.
Indulgence, however, was the enemy of caution. She was lost in a session, so certain that she had time to finish. Her heavy cock ached in both of her hands and she at some point had abandoned her original goal to aim her head at the napkin she had placed around it. Just as she was about to summit a loud gasp made both of her ears stand up. McQueen just barely saw Daiwa Scarlet’s twin tails of hair vanish behind the wall like comet trails. McQueen felt ice in her veins and her first denied finale. McQueen tugged her shorts up around her heavy balls and just barely squished her cock inside her shorts, failing only to catch a single strand of pre. “S-scarlet! Wait! Wait wait wait!” McQueen raced after her.
When she caught up… it was a short explanation that necessitated a second, longer one.
Everyone at the meeting was nervous save for Agnes Tachyon, whose smile remained blithe. And Gold Ship who was emulating retro games on a jail broken Umabox 360. Daiwa Scarlet digested the explanation carefully. “McQueen had said as much… but it’s still strange that it has worked for all of you as well. And all it does is… motivate you?”
“Indeed,” Tachyon took a big sip from her mug of tea, Café watching with owl eyes to gauge how the conversation faired. “We are currently in the early stages of experimentation. So far all of the data has pointed at my hypothesis being correct. McQueen has shown a 20% increase in her racing capabilities, and Café a 12%. Gold Ship has shown increases as well if you trim some outlier times. However…”
Tachyon set her tea down and broadened her smile. “We are still seeking to broaden our testing. That requires more participants. If you are interested in trying, I can provide you a serum. It will only last for 48 hours and then the effects will vanish. If you are not satisfied with your time, you needn’t continue and we’ll be deeply appreciative of your assistance.”
Scarlet’s eyes sharply scanned across the table. McQueen’s ears flattened and her face blushed strawberry pink as she was gazed at and judged, Gold Ship just maintained a smug demeanor, and Café stared back twice as bright. “If it was only Gold Ship in this room I’d likely turn you down, but the fact that McQueen has been seeing results…” Scarlet squeezed her hand into a fist. “And Vodka isn’t a part of this?”
“Well,” Tachyon tilted her head in though. “I was thinking of—”
“Don’t!” Scarlet stood up from her seat. “I’ll do it! As long as you don’t tell her about this.”
“Very good!” Tachyon softly clapped her sleeves together. “Please allow me 24 hours to source the materials for the serum. I will have it delivered to your dorm room.”
Scarlet gave a confident smile. Vodka had been training harder than usual and her track times were becoming greater to surmount. Daiwa would never resort to actual unfair advantages, but this serum Tachyon had produced was simply a motivational factor like listening to good music or letting yourself have a nice meal after a race. This was the kind of advantage Scarlet could get behind.
The Speed Research club sat quietly, Tachyon watching with a smile as Daiwa vanished down the hall. Café narrowed her eyes. “Why didn’t you tell her?”
“Don’t worry, Café,” Tachyon turned her head slowly. “It is vital to my test.”
As promised, a day later, Daiwa Scarlet heard a knock at her door. Thankfully it was when her roommate Vodka was not around. She opened the door to see Gold Ship dressed in a hoodie with the hood pulled up, sunglasses, and a face mask covering her mouth. “Special delivery.” She reached into her satchel and pulled out a small vial. “Please discretely drink this. If it would help, I can disguise the flavor with some soy sauce.”
“Give me that,” Scarlet snatched it and stared at the vial anxiously. The pink fluid inside moved around as she swayed it. She uncorked it and took it down in one swig. “It’s sweet…” She handed the empty glass back to Gold Ship who threw it behind her head into the hallway trash can without looking. “How… long does it take for it to work?”
“’bout an hour. Set a timer on your phone. Exercise or accelerated heart rate causes it to proceed much faster. One time I took it I did jumping jacks in my room, and it made it grow twice as fast and also made jumping jacks much funnier.”
“I’ll pass,” Scarlet patted her chest. “I’ll just go train, then. The sooner it happens the better.”
Scarlet slipped past Gold Ship who lifted her phone and lowered her mask. “The eagle has received the worm. Proceed with Operation Yuri. I repeat, proceed with the plan.” She hung up the phone and pretended to snap it in half like a burner phone.
Nothing got her heart going more than a race. Scarlet slipped into her gym shorts and top in the locker room. She did her stretches and then walked out towards the track. Deep breaths… she was excited to see if all the hype would be worth it. She wasn’t sure what it was going to feel like or how much it would help, but she knew it was worth the shot. Anything to try and catch up to—
Vodka was already on the field and just finished doing her stretches. Scarlet squinted and tried to look for a different place to go but she had already heard Vodka yell out. “Hey! Daiwa! What are you doing here?”
“W-what does it look like?!” Daiwa Scarlet adjusted her shorts, hoping there was enough room if anything happened. “I’m here to practice. I see you’re doing the same, huh?”
“Yup!” Vodka cracked her knuckles. “Been going extra hard lately. The group training hasn’t really been enough for me, ya know? Have to sneak in a few extra off the usual schedule.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Scarlet rolled her eyes. “Did you… just get here?”
“Um, yeah,” Vodka cleared her throat. “I can just practice tomorrow ya know, or somewhere else…”
“Don’t you dare!” Scarlet put her hands on her hips and leaned in. “I don’t want to hear you changed anything about your training just because you didn’t want to inconvenience me! I’ll just go find somewhere else to—”
“Nah, don’t pull that,” Vodka huffed. “If you want to train here, do it here. Unless you’re scared that you’re slower.”
“I am NOT slower!” Scarlet scowled. “If anything, I just didn’t want to discourage you! It’s hard to train right when you’re stuck in second place after all.”
“Pfft, as if!” Vodka slammed her thumb against the center of her chest.
The pair walked to the starting line. Daiwa Scarlet, her mind now clear of her competitive adrenaline, realized that this was a bad idea. Why did she agree to stay?! She waged that war behind her eyes as she put herself into position. She looked at Vodka who was doing her cool girl act, trying to act like she wasn’t nervous about the race at all. Daiwa wanted to wipe that look off her face.
With no spotter to call for the race to begin, all they could do was count down together. 3… 2… 1! Scarlet burst forward, Vodka very close behind. The two were neck and neck for most of the race. Scarlet growled through her teeth. She wasn’t going to lose! She needed to show this phony pony who was the real racing queen! Blood pumped through her body as her breathing grew heavy.
Scarlet landed across the finish line and celebrated. Vodka held her hand up. “Rematch!”
“Pfft, seriously? Sore loser much?”
“I just got distracted was all! Too busy thinkin’ about what I’m gonna do later today.”
“Fine. Rematch then.”
The second race was just as tense as the first. Scarlet had no intention of losing this, pushing herself just as hard as before and ignoring the drops of sweat travelling across her forehead and gathering on her brow. What she could not ignore, however, was this sudden feeling of intense pressure starting to push right below her stomach. It caused her to trip over herself and nearly lose her balance. She remained on both feet but did not retain her winning position and watched as Vodka pushed ahead and crossed the finish line.
Daiwa Scarlet gasped for air and hunched over. She pushed her hands against her shorts to steady herself before realizing she should be cautious. She looked up and saw Vodka was still celebrating and laughing. Scarlet knew she should just call it here, let the tie stand… but seeing Vodka be so self-satisfied about a win she didn’t deserve…! The kettle boiled over and made Scarlet squeal.
“One! More! Race, Vodka!”
“You’re on!” Vodka smiled. “This one’s for everything. How’s about this? Whoever wins… can ask the other one question that they have to answer truthfully.”
“I don’t see the point of that… though I suppose I could stash that question for later. I could force you to admit that you actually enjoy losing to me.” Scarlet smiled, her fangs showing. She was almost satisfied enough by Vodka’s frustrated expression to ignore the increasing tension she could feel between her legs. She just needed one more race. Settle the score, and then she’d be off to go handle her affliction.
3… 2… 1!!!
She was locked into the myopic fire of her race. All she could see was the track ahead and Vodka soaring in front of her. All pains and troubles vanished; not because they were soothed but because they were weight, and Daiwa Scarlet needed to be as light and fast as possible. So, she shed it all and devoted every fiber of her being and every thought to winning. Tranquil as a rocket slicing the clouds. She felt her leg muscles and her feet kick the earth away as she leaned forward into her run.
Vodka grew closer, still ahead but not yet away of how quickly her lead would fade. Daiwa Scarlet pushed past Vodka, now just barely ahead. The pair were so close they could hear each other panting. They glared at each other, looking just as likely to bite as to race. Vodka tried to push Scarlet further away from the inner turn of the track, so she’d lose her acceleration. Scarlet didn’t move, only adjusting to try and avoid Vodka’s push.
“Get away from me!” Scarlet yelled.
“You first!” Vodka growled.
“Brute!” Scarlet balled her hands into fists. “Just admit you can’t beat me!”
“I was just about to say that to you!”
“You’re so—” Scarlet felt it. That dull pain she had pushed away became something too much to ignore any longer. You can only run a bike with a warning light for so long before it must stop. Scarlet’s shorts were suddenly bulged forward. The push forward caused the fabric to push down against her hips and get caught even further on her sudden protrusion. Her running made it sway and wag and only made her run even more unwieldy. She was out of time. She felt her new fat balls grow and fill her shorts even more… and more… they were bigger than what she remembered McQueen’s to look like.
Still at her top speed, she turned her eyes away from the track and her rival to find the quickest quietest path to the locker room. Her shorts had been pushed down enough to show more of her crotch than she was comfortable showing. She looked over to see if Vodka had noticed. Then, the second she confirmed if she had or hadn’t Scarlet would retreat either way to the changing room and would deal with her wardrobe malfunction. Once there, she’d come up with her excuse for why she retreated and would just have to eat the loss. She looked back.
Just in time to see Vodka’s own shorts filling with her own almost equivalent growth. The pair locked eyes.
“Ehhh?!?!!!” Scarlet gasped.
It was the last thing she could utter before the pair crashed over a hurdle and landed onto a crash mat set aside for aerobics training.
Daiwa gasped for air and felt her new addition throb insistently, begging for the devil’s due. She looked over and saw Vodka struggling under the exact same constraints. They laid on their backs for a moment, panting and struggling with their bodies but neither quite able to commit to indulgence. Clothes struggled around inches they were never meant to hold, obvious rumbles of need quivering their taut uniforms as sweat glimmered on their foreheads. Neither girl was so sinful as to surrender to it or put together enough to compose themselves and attempt to return to normalcy. So they lingered in the in between state as their bodies ached in both ways.
“Why… why are you growing one too?” Scarlet gasped. She sat up and let her frustrations guide her.
“I could ask you the same thing!” Vodka put her hands up behind her head, acting like none of this was bothering her. “You know about Tachyon’s club, then?”
“Of course I do! Who the hell else is offering this nonsense?”
“Well, I met one of the members of their club and they told me all about it, said it was a way to increase my speed. They offered to let me test and I figured hey, if this was some new way to train and no one knew about it? Yeah, it doesn’t get much more unique than that.”
“Hmmph!” Scarlet grunted. “Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but you’re not the only one they recruited.” Both girls’ ears shot up as they heard people approaching in the distance. “Let’s continue this conversation inside, alright?”
“Fine by me…” They both stood up. Scarlet tugged her shorts carefully up and turned her knees inwards to cushion her thighs around her length to hopefully hide it adequately. Vodka stood and attempted to walk in such a way that there was nothing girthy or off about her, but all that confidence sank as Nice Nature and Marvelous Sunday grew closer. She avoided eye contact and tugged on her shorts awkwardly. Sunday gave Vodka quite a stare before breaking her sparkly line of sight and returning her attention to the training field ahead.
The pair of girls emerged into the locker room, the very same one where Scarlet had discovered McQueen and her terrible little secret. How small it seemed when it was between someone else’s legs and wasn’t her own burden. Now she felt a touch more sympathetic for McQueen at how hard it is to hide it.
Even tucked underneath clothing she could feel this immense heat and terrible heft. It wanted to be touched, and it treated the fabric of the shorts with reverence, adulating every slight feeling. Scarlet had never been so sensitive in her entire life.
Vodka walked across the length of the locker room and picked a bench in the corner to sit. It irritated Scarlet how clearly Vodka was just pretending that she wasn’t bothered. The pleasure was too much, Scarlet knew that Vodka had to be feeling it too. Vodka’s cheeks were stained wine red as she leaned back and tried to kick her feet up before realizing how much it emphasized her heft. She crossed her legs awkwardly only to end up brushing over even more of her new self and not accounting for how little space there was between her legs. She settled for hands on her knees and awkwardly clearing her throat.
Everything about it made Scarlet’s blood boil. Scarlet couldn’t stop feeling her new member beg to be let out and thrusted—Scarlet squealed and made Vodka’s ears shoot up. Scarlet blinked and slowly morphed the sound of her squeal into a haughty laugh.
“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised!” Scarlet held a hand by her face as she laughed, her other hand proudly hooked on to her hip as her voice soared haughty and arrogant. “Of course you would turn to ulterior methods eventually. You’ve spent so long in my shadow that you must’ve gotten desperate!”
“Fat chance!” Vodka growled back. “Besides, you literally took the same thing I did. If that makes you desperate, then you’re a desperate mare alright.”
Gulp. Daiwa Scarlet had always bantered and argued with Vodka, but this was the first time their little bickering had made her feel something… more. Or at least something that made it so she could feel her heart beating like a drum and her body pumping into overdrive. She was thinking of anything but racing. “S-shut up! You’re the one who’s desperate! No wonder your shorts struggled, you got to spend so much time watching me from behind~”
Vodka pushed her knees together and leaned down to use her body as a shield to hide her crotch. “F-fat chance!” Vodka shuddered. “Wait I already said that… L-listen! Argue all you want, but at the end of the day all these… things do is motivate us to train even harder. Nothin’ unfair about it. We both took them. And we were both warned about what it’d do to us. And I won’t lie… I’m definitely feeling motivated right now, just not in the way I normally am…”
“Yeah…” Scarlet looked away as she agreed. Too sympathetic to the feeling to squabble. “Well, you should’ve picked a different time to train. Trying out this weird growth formula in broad daylight was risky.”
“Like what you did?”
“AUGH! Yes, like what I did! You’re so annoying!” Scarlet stomped her foot. “Listen, I’m sweaty and gross and need to change. We don’t need to talk about this anymore. Just let me take a shower and get out of here.”
“I need one too.” Vodka stretched and stood up.
“Wait until I’m done!” Scarlet demanded.
“They’re individual showers, I won’t even see you.”
Yeah, but you’ll hear me… “I don’t care! This is embarrassing and you’re being weird!”
“You’re the one being weird!” Vodka stood up. She nonchalantly walked towards the showers which meant having to pass by Scarlet. Scarlet side stepped, preventing her from moving forward. They growled at each other, pushing their faces closer—
They realized too late that there was something sticking out further than their faces. Both girls realized it slowly. It was a spark that hit them first as both of their jutting bulges pressed together. They both slowly turned their heads down as a sharp spine-tingling bolt of pleasure raced up their bodies and rattled their minds.
It was intense. It was the best feeling they had ever felt. They looked back up at each other trying to make sense of the scenario.
“M-move…” Scarlet gasped.
Vodka scoffed. “You first, princess…”
Scarlet liked being called that. She took a step forward, her tits pushing up against Vodka’s smaller chest. “I’m going to take a shower.”
“Me too,” Vodka replied. She grabbed Scarlet’s hips. Scarlet’s eyes widened.
“L-let go of me!”
“Listen,” Vodka insisted. “We’ll just… both take a shower.” Throb. Throb. Thinking was getting hard. Scarlet couldn’t stop her imagination. Brains turned off when their needs were the same.
“F-fine… we’ll take a shower together.”
“I-in different showers,” Vodka said. “Just at the same time.”
“Y-yeah…” Scarlet blinked. “We’ll… both take a shower at the same time. But we won’t… see anything.” But they could both see a lot already. They hadn’t stopped touching each other the whole time. They were like magnets. Scarlet tried to figure out how to negotiate her body to move, like using linguistics alone to tell a fish it didn’t need water. Vodka pulled away and let go of Scarlet’s hips. Scarlet felt cold. Her cock throbbed and missed its new friend.
They both walked to the showers. Scarlet’s ears listened for the sound of anyone else being nearby. Vodka dropped her shorts and Scarlet covered her eyes. “H-hey! A little warning next time, were you raised in a barn?!”
“Some Umamusume were,” Vodka shrugged. “Wow! It’s… way bigger than I thought it was!”
“D-don’t talk about it!” Scarlet huffed and walked past Vodka without looking at her to the next shower across the room. Scarlet pulled her shorts down carefully. Her cock sprung free, finally no longer held down by her clothes. The length unfurled and sprung, a thick dollop of pre flicking freely from her very excited member.
It was a lot for her to take in. “You weren’t kidding… mine’s really big too. The balls are especially big…” Scarlet groped them and was shocked. They weren’t supposed to be that big, right?
“I wonder if the bigger ones are better?” Vodka shrugged. “I probably have the best one if that’s the case. It almost reaches my chest.”
Scarlet pushed her cock against her body and watched the head just barely stop right before her big heavy tits, tracing a strand of pre across the underside. “Hmmph! You would brag about something that barbaric. Just openly sharing things like that is rather unbecoming you know?”
“You’re probably just jealous,” Vodka laughed. “Smaller than me, I bet.”
“I am not!” Scarlet let out a burst of steam like a kettle. “I’m pretty big too you know!”
“I don’t doubt that I just think mine is bigger.”
Scarlet turned, eyes narrowed and angry. Vodka had both hands on her cock. As soon as she saw Scarlet with her shorts down… her vision tightened. Scarlet’s did too. The magnetism they felt before began to reel them in closer together. Scarlet walked forward and pushed against Vodka. Vodka’s back was to the shower curtain. They could hear each other breathing hotter.
“See… mine’s bigger,” Scarlet said.
“You need to compare them…” Vodka insisted.
They need to touch they need to touch they— “I don’t have anything to measure with,” Scarlet said.
“We need to compare them! I just said that!” Vodka held her cock and forced it to stick upright.
Scarlet did the same. “I can’t… tell from here.”
“We need to get closer.”
And they did.
“Closer…”
And they did.
Until their cocks squished together. Vodka wrapped her hand wide around both of their cocks to force them to stay together. “They keep… trying to fall forward.”
“H-here let me help…” Scarlet did the same. Scarlet took a step forward. Vodka tripped over her feet and went backwards into the shower. Scarlet followed her. They closed the curtain and threw their tops out over the shower top. The water began to flow, loud enough to cover their gasps.
“Stop moving your hand!” Scarlet said. “I-I can’t tell who’s bigger!”
“You’re moving your hand too!” Vodka said. Both panted to each other. Their breath grew heavy. Scarlet muffled a moan against Vodka’s shoulder. She slowly pulled her head back only to see Vodka had leaned down to meet her.
They kiss. Something about that felt right. Scarlet didn’t know why but she wanted another kiss, so she stole it. They weren’t thinking any longer, their bodies obeying new orders. “You’re so big, Scarlet…” Vodka couldn’t hold those words back. Neither could Scarlet as she said the same to Vodka.
Over and over the instinct to hump and thrust overwhelmed them as they relentlessly pushed their rods forward against each other as if one of them could defeat the other in this endless retort. They just needed it more. The friction that always commanded them had suddenly become so much more real and entirely dominant in their minds.
“It feels so good…” Scarlet tried to say it so softly that Vodka might not hear it.
Vodka leaned in and whispered at the same volume in Scarlet’s ear. “You look really good with a cock.”
Scarlet’s entire face went as red as her namesake. She had nowhere to run. She turned her head bashfully. She leaned forward and wrapped both of her hands around their cocks.
Vodka raised her pace. Scarlet matched it. “B-bet I can get you to cum first.”
“You’re on…” Scarlet muttered back.
And their motions grew fast and blurry. Their balls thudded together as their hips moved in their instinctual movement to thrust like undefeatable stallions. Water poured around them, steam masking their shimmering forms. Scarlet grunted and curled her toes. She thrust both hands down hard enough to make her knees buckle, trying to get her hand down as low and fast as she could. Vodka grunted as if to protest and matched the movement and pushed forward so Scarlet wouldn’t break her cock free and cheat.
They both came. Anyone officiating this would categorize it as a photo finish requiring review. They panted through their orgasms and slowly slid their backs against the wall and fell slowly to the floor. Their chests were covered in each other, Scarlet’s especially since it was such a target.
They just stared at each other, dumbstruck by what their bodies had allowed them to do. Their horny happy gazes suddenly crumbled when Scarlet’s facial expression snapped like a plate crashing to the floor. “… You are bigger.”
…
Both Scarlet and Vodka sat in at the next meeting of the Speed Research Club, heads down and trying to avoid looking at the other. Agnes spun on her chair towards the central table and looked across at all of the new members.
“My my, this is the most willing and aware participants I’ve had in a single experiment at this academy. And what an excellent selection as well. I’ve been watching Vodka and Scarlet’s racing for quite some time, but I never thought we’d be so lucky as to have them both join the club!”
“Don’t get it wrong!” Scarlet huffed. “I’m not joining because of her! I just want to make sure she doesn’t get an unfair advantage.”
“Hmmph! Yeah, guess the world would explode if I ever do somethin’ she doesn’t. Allows followin’ me!”
“Well, someone has to—” Scarlet turned to growl at Vodka. Both of them stared for a moment too long and remembered the steam in the shower and turned away, unable to keep their usual banter going even after their changes had faded.
“All the same, I thank you for your assistance in my research. I had made some minor changes to the dose I gave to both of you… simply a part of my research I was very curious about, and you have both confirmed my theory. We will continue with this dosage for the time being. I look forward to your continued participation.”
The meeting concluded after thirty minutes of sharing practice results and everyone being given their dosage for the next interval. Scarlet stayed behind after everyone else left.
“Did you…?” Scarlet cleared her throat to get Tachyon’s attention from her laptop. “Were you able to make my special one?”
“Why, of course!” Agnes Tachyon produced a glowing vial of pink fluid. “I had always wanted to test a larger, more potent variant, so when you said you wanted to be bigger than Vodka, why I couldn’t let the chance pass!”
“It just wasn’t fair is all… that she got to be bigger. Thanks again for taking my concern seriously,” Scarlet took it with a grin.
“Now, be careful. I am not entirely certain what that dose will do. I will remain awake for this entire night just in case.” Tachyon took an extra hardy gulp of her tea cup filled with still dissolving caffeine dust. “Do not hesitate to reach out to me or Café if anything comes up.”
“I won’t!” Scarlet smiled and raced out of the club room to catch up before anyone noticed she had remained behind.
Scarlet held the vial close but only got over a single turn before suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and saw Vodka. Scarlet tried to break the stare like they did before but this time Vodka was insistent.
“So, who’s cheating now, huh?” Vodka grinned. “You just wanted to be bigger, huh, princess?”
STOP CALLING ME THAT IT WORKS— “I-I just wanted a bigger one for better results is all!”
“Sure, sure,” Vodka holds her arms up over head. “Whatever. Well, the only way to be fair would be for us to split it then, right? That way we’ll both be the same size!” Vodka reached for the vial. Scarlet did not give it up and moved the vial insistently away from her grubby hands. They growl at each other and butt heads. Scarlet goes to pull it back away from Vodka’s grip when suddenly Vodka loses her grasp and falls over herself. The vial flung out of Scarlet’s hand and fell out the window. Scarlet raced over and looked down to see bushes below where the medicine likely fell.
“You dolt!” Scarlet turned back to see Vodka doubled over and her shorts already bulging. “You drank your dose the SECOND you left the meeting?!”
“Y-yeah! I figured hey, why not.”
“Why not?!” Scarlet gasped. “You were okay growing a big monstrous… thing in the middle of the hallway?! What if someone saw you?”
“I’d play it off, all cool like!” Vodka said.
“Ugh! You’re unbearable! Truly! Well, I’m going to get grab the vial before someone finds it!” Scarlet raced down the hall and Vodka quickly ran over to catch up with her.
Neither heard a distinctive yell as they raced off in the opposite direction of the window towards the stairs.
Matikanefukukitaru fell to her knees and looked over herself as the strange glowing fluid settled into her skin. “Is this… a sign from the gods?” A smile spread across her face as she slammed her hands together in prayer. “Please… please tell me my luck is looking up! Oh thank you for this good luck juice that tastes a lot like strawberries! Please oh please! Grant me the best luck!”
And she would be quite lucky.
what;s the most erotic weapon in your opinion
scythe
what's a kink you have you haven't written yet and you're embarrassed to tell people you have
second answer: armpits are hot, but not like scent stuff?
my dumb feed didn't display your earlier answers and I somehow asked like 90% of another person's question whoops
all good lol
you get handed an obnoxious amount of money to write your dream fetish epic, what's the plot/focus?
dark knight slowburn corruption into a demonic thing
something like that
with LOTS of art
What's your favorite kind of dick?
huge fucking horse cock sticking out of an overwhelmed girl
who or what is responsible for your most recent kink awakening?
I had a friend who made me realize inflatables are actually really hot
otherwise I've been pretty sturdy kinkwise lately
Most fuckable character in fiction go
that's tough
i'm really horny for makima but this isn't really "fuckability" is it? ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
no good answers, anime girls or whatevers!!!! big boobs!!!!
prying the embarrassing questions out of u: what kink do u wanna write but get shy about every time
To be honest I find incest stuff pretty hot. I get shy about it really easy, but touch on it in this fic: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62840361/
Not to turn this into the Peach posting hour, but imo she's at her best when she's a sub-brick IQ bimbo, so I can excuse the lack of personality on that front.
That's fair! But unfortunately bimbo charas usually don't do a ton for me! So she has NO EXCUSES IN MY BACKYARD.
Princess Peach or Princess Daisy?
Daisy.
I'll get blasted for this but I do not like Peach very much????
She's... just very bland for my taste. That said, a lot of artists have put a lot of love into her and made her more... interesting at least!
Daisy, and I'm mainly going off of how loud she is in the spinoff games, feels more complete and interesting.
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Burning For You (Burnice TFTG)
Bars used to be more fun. Or at least, that’s what Ted always insisted. Grey sort of hated that he left his house to go hang out with Ted, but Ted had been patient with Grey when he went to the last bad movie night which was very disappointing since the movie was actually okay. Weirdly enough, though, if you go to a bar where the majority of the people are of a certain age, everyone is just staring at their phones and not really achieving the sort of encouraging social adhesion that people expect in bars. Grey half wondered why Ted even wanted to go to a bar as Don’t Stop Believing played on the public access jukebox that literally anyone could change, thus making every patron complicit with a war crime.
Everyone was nursing fruity drinks and sour beers, scrolling through social media feeds, or replying to DMs from their friends who were not at the bar and thus not adding anything to the sum total vibe. Ted showed no signs of disappointment and escorted his friend to a table and ordered drinks for both of them. It was a sweet gesture, but Grey quickly swapped his drink to a water.
Grey sighed, scanning his eyes across the bar to try and occupy his eyes. Suddenly, with no warning at all, Ted had pushed a phone screen into Grey’s view. “Hey, have you seen this trailer?”
“I always assumed our conversations had adblock installed.” But it was much too late, and Ted already hit play. Gray watched as the trailer erupted before his eyes, bright colors reflecting off his retina like a cinema projector. It was a bizarre trailer for that cellphone game everyone was losing their minds about. There was this cute blonde girl doing some weird dancing? And everyone else starts doing it too? The music sounded good despite Ted’s tinny speakers making their best effort to turn the EDM song playing into the sound a can makes when its opened.
It is the exact kind of video that you would enjoy if you were watching it in the privacy of your home like a good meal. But just like any good meal it is much less delectable when you’re forced to consume it directly from Ted’s hands. Grey feigned his interest at the exact socially acceptable but aloof level and rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, it’s um? Pretty good?”
“Zenless Zone Zero!” Ted smiled and gave the statement an uncomfortable amount of room. “Yeah, they added a new character. She’s pretty cute, right? I spent like $40 trying to get her last night but no luck. So basically, everyone is obsessed with her. Like, just look at all the views on the trailer! It has more views than the reveal trailer!”
Grey of course really, really liked how the trailer looked and thought the girl was cute, but again, it was the kind of feelings you needed to process alone. “Um, yeah.” He coughed. “Looks like the kind of character a lot of people would get obsessed with.” Grey awkwardly looked at his own phone… he had ZZZ downloaded still.
“I bet you get obsessed with her!” Ted assumed quite rudely and accurately. “Like, really really. Remember when you joked about buying a cosplay for New Years? Well, here ya go!”
“Umm, that was a joke I made when I was drunk about something I’d do if I was drunker. Trust me, I don’t want to be this Burnice girl—I mean cosplay as her!” He stuttered and felt a bit… strange. Like, awkward in that he was struggling with his words. “Excuse me for a sec, alright?” Grey hoped he didn’t look too flustered as he pushed out of his chair. He paid extra attention to his shoes hitting the floor, toes first followed by his heels. Ted nursed his drink as Grey vanished into the bathroom.
He looked in the mirror and tried to control his breath. He managed to laugh off the weird feeling and push it down, like throwing a tarp over a bundle of balloons before they flutter away. It was still there but it felt small now, contained. Grey turned the faucet on the bathroom sink and wet his hands before running it through his short brunette hair. His phone buzzed more than once, activating his check-my-phone instincts. Two messages from Ted, one of them was the trailer he had just shown Grey and the other was a link to a Burnice cosplay someone had begun to sell. Cheap as hell and probably didn’t look a thing like the picture.
With his phone out he decided to at least open the game as a little joke. He thought for sure the game was going to demand a massive update from him but somehow it just booted right up without any issue. Hoyo must have gotten better about just… updating stuff automatically somehow. He had barely started the game; basically just got to the first time the game would let you gamble for the waifus and then left. He had just enough premium currency to try for the banner character one more time.
That bright, pretty drawing of Burnice smiled up at him, drawing his eyes away from the mirror like a hypnotic spiral. “Ughh… I mean yeah, she’s cute but…” He felt that strange feeling rushing up inside him again, pushing him further.
He didn’t notice that his height had begun to sink, that his hair was slowly growing. His finger lowered to the button to do a single pull. Click. The intense animation exploded across the screen, erupting with loud music (he thought his phone was muted) and bright colors that demanded his full attention. THWOOSH!
SUPER AGENT CONTRACTED.
Burnice White appeared on the screen, ecstatically proclaiming how glad she was to “see ya.” Grey felt a gambler’s high rush through his system, sending both of his arms up in the air to cheer. “Holy shit! I never win these!” Immediately his mind rushed with the sort of fallacies everyone succumbs to when they pull the lever, and the slot machine lies. Maybe this really was his character?
She was cute and perky and that trailer was really nice. For some reason it was hard to really think more critically, most likely the high that was previously mentioned. But when he looked up, he was knocked out of the vision when he didn’t quite recognized the reflection.
Why was their hair so blonde and bright? Why was their skin so soft looking? They raised a hand and touched their cheek and it didn’t feel a thing like how it felt before. There wasn’t a single hair that the razor missed or any blemish that felt off. It was blanket soft and just touching it made her brain want to—wait? Wait wait… The thought train slammed the brakes and Grey realized something extremely weird was going on. They splashed water in their face but reality refused to change. They pinched their soft cheek and wouldn’t wake up from the dream and almost collapsed back into the self-adoration mode they had barely evaded before. Something was… wrong! The phone was still blasting the new character music. Grey grabbed their phone, ignoring their manicured nails, and tucked it back into their pocket.
“Shit… shit! This is too weird! No this is actually messed up!!! Did Ted do this somehow? Did I do this?” Every explanation was unlikely when in truth Grey just simply had to change. They didn’t know this yet and that feeling refused to fully manifest quite this soon. It was still suppressed, held back like fuel waiting to burn. Grey’s hands went to his chest where he could feel everything slowly grow and get… just a bit… more… perky.
His bland t-shirt had a slight bump to it now that would easily earn some eyes, and his waist began to thin and narrow. He lifted his shirt just to check and saw more than he should have let himself see. “Oh my… that…” He needed to go. This couldn’t be happening and surely going home would solve this. At least leaving meant not going through this in the bathroom.
He slipped from the bathroom and saw Ted at his seat still, apparently playing on his phone like everyone else. Grey was thankful that he drove in alone. He was almost to the door when the sound of his heels clicking on the floor surprised both Grey and some of the patrons.
“Ummm…” Grey turned to the eyes that were suddenly on him and went to adjust his shorts only to find a short black skirt that was struggling to contain his rapidly thickening thighs. He ran his legs together, suddenly taking a posture he hadn’t taken before. It was very… attractive girl was feeling a little too seen. He tried to adjust his posture into something more masculine or neutral, but his instincts denied him as Ted suddenly walked over squinting.
“No way! Grey! Did you already get the cosplay?”
“Huh?” Grey scrunched his face like the lemon he just bit into tasted like chocolate. “No?! I literally learned Burnice existed today, how could I have bought the cosplay?”
“Oh! So, you just look like this, then?” Ted snickered. “Well, it looks amazing whatever it is! Is this that estrogen I’m always hearing about?”
“No?!” Grey grunted in frustration and exaggeratedly facepalmed and dragged his fingers across his face like running your hand through a sandbox. When his face came back up from his exasperation his eyes had turned orange and fiery. “Listen! Something weird is going on and—urghh!” Grey closed his arms around his chest as activity began.
It was like an earthquake emerged unexpectantly in little waves at first. He felt the early shudders and then a much large THWOOSH as his tits doubled in size and pushes out against his t-shirt as reality nibbled away at it, replacing the material with a stretchy black fabric. Another smaller rumble began again and Grey doubled over in preparation before BWOOOMPH! They doubled again as his shirt halved in size again giving him less and less shirt and more and more undeniable heavy swaying—
He stood up on his heels and took deep breaths. “I—” He covered his mouth. He did not sound like him. The pitch was cute but… But…! “I need to get going! Before I…” The little rumbles were growing in his chest again. He felt this intense heat growing inside him as his knees bent closer inward toward each other. “I…”
The sound of gasps from behind the bar drew the attention as suddenly the realization was drawn that there was no bartender tonight since the last one around tonight was sick. Everyone sounded disappointed and an air of depression overcame it. It was cruel, it was terrible…
“ACHOOO!!!” And with one loud THWOOMPH and twin jets of fire erupting behind her, Burnice erupted from the ashes to become fire and maybe even more ashes! With fire in her eyes, she danced over to the bar and climbed over the table. “That was weird! Anyways! I heard everyone needs drinks? Well, luckily enough you have a certified mixologist ready to go! So long as you don’t mind a little fire. So, order up! Who’s first?”
It was a miracle. Phones slowly went down, and we all become a little bit more connected. Eagerly, they all ordered their favorite drinks, and Burnice ignored them and served whatever she wanted. Sometimes they got mad, but it was hard to stay mad at such a cute face! And seeing all those people so happy and joyous, it made it hard for Burnice to hide her own excitement as her skirt became terribly tented. There was a little voice telling her to be restrained but she was struggling to care about that little voice anymore and simply drowned it out.
Her hands went beneath her skirt between shakers and cocktails, tending to a different cock instead that needed just as much shaking. How heavy it was too, she swore it had gotten bigger since the last time she had noticed it! And how pent up those heavy balls were too. For some reason she couldn’t stop playing with them or running her hands up her cute tight stomach or to her breasts squeezed inside a too small tube top.
“Ehehe…~” She mindlessly played with them, letting them jiggle and even slip out of her top before someone loudly asked for a drink for what must have only been the tenth time. “Order up!” She quickly filled a mug and offered it to the impatient customer who didn’t seem to be any calmer. “Here! Turn that frown upside down and this skirt inside out~” She climbed right on top of the bar and leaned down as she balanced on her heels. Her jiggly rear couldn’t be contained as she swayed her hips shamelessly and felt… euphoric.
All the eyes on her, all the music swelling, all the delicious weight pulling on her. When she felt the customer’s hands on her hips and saw the pleading eyes she didn’t hesitate. “I mean it, lose that frown and take me to town. Whatever it takes to get another satisfied customer~”
She was pulled over the table and into an aggressive kiss. Her twin tails were tugged on for the perfect handle. And then she was bent over the table with her breasts spilling any drinks nearby. She just laughed, noticing that this very eager customer couldn’t stop thrusting to the beat~
So yeah, being Burnice is awesome.
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