So @audioroara wrote some hot and incredibly sweet fanfiction about me, and I wanted to share it with you all. I don’t think I’ve ever had fanfiction written about me before...
You wrote something for me a while back (19f, asian, adorable tentacle monster that made me happy and relaxed and corrupt). It's time I returned the favor. It took me a while to find your farm. It was hidden away between some thickets and maybe a ravine or two, but I made it.
I have a gift with me. She's in the backseat, being pleasured by that purple mass of tentacles that fucked all the anxiety out of me. She's been really nice to have around, good stress relief, but it's time for me to say my goodbyes. It's not that I don't love her lots, but it's time for me to move on from letting all my friends carry my baby's spawn... Anyway, you can have her. She didn't want to let go of my little babies.
I do have my hazmat suit on. It makes driving a pain, but it's much better than getting splashed with something unsavory. I'm not going to be anyone's experiment today- sorry. I know you like that sort of thing.
And uh, speaking of unsavory- I just pulled up to your mansion... farm... What the hell is this. Why are there cowgirls just- crawling around. What are those dommies doing. Why are horse men lifting up big metal boxes. How is this-
Oh, whatever. I just need to park, leave a friend or two knocked out in the backseat of my car, and then leave. I already called a taxi. They'll be waiting for me out front.
Okay, here I go. Park, step out of the car, nod to a woman in leather (don't stare at the glowing bodies, or at the women in chains that are mooing, or the ones with pig snouts, or at anybody showing off their big dicks)
"Hey Miss!" Oh no.
"Uh, hello!" I have to look down at her.
”Miss, what are you doing here? You're not one of ours, are you?"
She's so tiny. This cute girl is maybe 4ft at max, with little cow horns and the most adorable nipples, with an equally cute suspicious look in her eyes. I have to hold in my smile.
"No, I'm not. Truth be told, I was going to talk to your Master, maybe thank him for a gift he gave me-"
She cuts me off, pouting. "You caught us at a bad time. Mistress is on a little vacation, and we want to remodel!" She waves a hoof at the barn house. "We've got a lot of hucows who weren't being taken care of, and you know..." She shrugs. "Sometimes they need a personal touch."
My hand goes to my belly instinctually. "I get it."She looks over me, up and down, and her eyes focusing hard on me as she waves off a deerboy holding a clipboard. She scans my body, taking in everything I have to offer before coming to some sort of decision. "You know, you should come in."
"That's awfully kind of you, but I already called a taxi to come and pick me up-"
"Oh, don't worry! It can wait. You'll never get a chance like this again in your life."
"I, uh-" I can't believe I'm walking into the lion's den like this. "Sure. Lead the way." What am I doing?
Two heavily pregnant maids open the doors for us. I try not to look too closely at their tortured faces. One of them is panting. I can hear her vibrator from here. As we enter the foyer, the doors slam shut behind us. "So, did you like the show?"
"It was unexpected. I always thought the person in charge of here was... male." I give her a weak smile, but she waves me off.
"Aha, you're cute. I'm not the mistress here. I'm just following protocol. Mistress doesn't like it when girls wander in without being introduced to her."
"But I've already met him-"
"Maybe in the outside world, but in here? She's something... special."Her nipples spring up to attention as she says that, and I respectfully look at the decor while she enjoys her daydream. It's tasteful, a wooden antique radio on top of a marble fireplace, large oak spiral stairs leading up beyond where I can see-
In short, this space is very pleasant. My suit makes a weird squeaking sound as I turn in a circle, to get a better look at the doorways leading out of the place.
The cowgirl's voice rings through. "This isn't even the good part. The showroom is in the back."
I follow her. "Ah, what's your name?"
"You can call me Rosie."
"I'm Amelia."
"What's your full name?"
"Amelia Long."
"You're in one of our files!"
She stops, and then grabs my hands and pulls me down to eye level. She goes to take off my hazmat suit, but I stop her.
"What are you doing here?"
"Well, I was going to give your owner a present, and then-"
"No, you didn't. Hang on a second; we've been wondering about you- there's unfinished business with the little treat we gave you.
...Toy? Before I can ask about it, Rosie takes out a flip phone out from somewhere, and dials a number, then shouts some very loud and angry moos and huffs after closing the lid. A woman without arms is wheeled through the hall by a dumb looking anthropomorphized horse with a cock the size of... Three cans of soda stacked on top of each other. My god.
"Help these days!"
"Right." I'm lucky this suit covers my face, or else Rosie would see me bright red. She suddenly launches into a tour of the building, telling me about its old histhorical background and other trivia someone else would have appreciated. I sort of drift away while she talks. This place is nice, but I sort of want to go home. I don't need to get- well, whatever they do to girls here. Impregnated? No thanks. I've already had my few months of heaven.
"If you don't mind me asking- what language was that on the phone?"
"Bovanise."
"Oh, ok."
We walk around; I admire some of the art. I explain about how I'm here to donate some girls who're currently being sedated by my babies. Rosie listens and nods, takes my hand and tells me they'll be well taken care of.
I don't know why - maybe it was her earnest look - but I believe her.
We continue down a hallways that shows lewd photos, statues, and people getting fucked in all sorts of new and improved ways.
I swear to god that pair of tits in that wall was moving.
She brings me somewhere unexpected.
"And this is the lab. Our mistress is well..." She smiles, relaxed. "You'll like her when she comes out."
I must have looked confused because Rosie then said, "Don't worry about it- here, if you're bored, we can have someone come over and entertain you." She puts a her phone to her lip, pursing her lips and staring out into space. "You should be the first person who sees Mistress. It was lovely seeing you, Amelia."
"Ah yes... You too."
I shake her hands, and she seems to wait expectantly.
I completely forgot, "Oh, right! About that entertainment - someone who knows about how this place is run would be nice."
"Right away."
She gives me a cute salute, then spins on her heel and speed walks away, off to do some important distance. I can't help but imagine fucking her gorgeously thick butt.
After a couple of minutes, company comes in the form of a goat man, and he explains that my friends are going to be processed and then trained as maids, most likely. It's unlikely any bits of their original personality will remain- the brain washing here is through. I'm ok with that.
I decide to ask, "Why exactly was I brought in here?"
The man's expression softens. He's got ebony skin, satyr horns, and hooves instead of legs. He's wearing a simply embroidered, off white linen shirt. "Mistress has been wanting to see you."
"Where's the master?"
He bleats out a laugh. "Rosie is so stubborn about respecting who the Mistress started off with, but you see- the woman who gifted you your little ball of tentacles is currently undergoing physical changes."
Oh.
"Rosie won't call her by her new name until she's done being... converted. She enjoys exhibitionism; you're just one of many here for us to-" The man puts his hands over his mouth, in an oddly cute way. "Well, you'll find out. It's nothing bad; it won't affect you."
I'm a little taken back- what is this man implying? I guess it doesn't matter- I take a deep breath and a wave of dizziness hits me, then the man puts a hand out to shake.
"I should tell you, the Mistress named me Grover. It's Mr. Grover to you. I'll take you to see her now."
The lab door in front of us opens with a whoosh, and Mr. Grover walks in. I follow, if a little hesitantly.
On the other side is a beautifully tall woman with small breasts and hair very clearly growing out. I fall in love instantly.
"We have someone special for you."
I give the Mistress a little wave, heat rising off of my face. She's so... capturing. "It- it's nice to meet you..."
"Nice to meet you too, sweetheart..." She squints at me slightly. "You look familiar. Do I know you?"
"I... You helped me out during a rough part of my life... You left me some tentacle pets and I'm here to return them to..."
She comes right up to me, so we're standing chest to chest. "To..."
She kisses me on the lips and I moan right into her mouth, melting under my Mistress's lips. "You've been a good collector for me."
I feel floating, white hot bliss. "You've already sent me three girls and four boys. You don't even remember. You never do. Oh Amelia, sweet Amelia. Go out and do your job. Come back late-"
"Mistress Petal, I want to take you out to vacation with me!" It slips out of me so suddenly."You should come on vacation with me while your barn is being remodeled, and I can take care of you on some island paradise-"
The whole world went black right as my tone began to rise, and I felt delirious.
When I woke up, I thought was sitting on a beach, with Rosie to my left, Mr. Grover to the left of her, and a distinct feeling that I was being fucked full of more babies.
This is what you get for going crazy in front of Mistress, I guess. She'll let me go in a couple of weeks, once I've calmed down. Oh well. I sipped my coconut and ignored the spermy aftertaste, enjoying the imaginary beach.