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Isabelle blushed a deep red. She couldn't believe what was happening. One moment she was talking with the mayor and the next she's spread across the desk, showing off her body. The cute canine girl wouldn't be as nervous as she was, with her handsome mayor looking over her, if it weren't for what she had. It wasn't the fur or the dog traits, but the large, throbbing, flared, equine cock that hung from her groin and the swollen orbs that sat below it.

“M-Mr. Mayor, please don't look so closely,” she stuttered, unable to cover up her mismatched rod. “Are you sure we should do this…?”

You were the lucky mayor, leering down at that stiff, horse dick of hers. Her breasts were laid bare, her smooth belly exposed, her nethers just waiting for you to make your move. And make it you would. Isabelle peeped as your hand grabbed her shaft, your own member pressing against her tight rump as if hungry for a sampling of what was to come. She grit her teeth, huffing as you took a series of small, quick thrusts to break her natural resistance. The secretaries back door gave way, your thick prick invading her small, tight butthole without any hesitation.

Your dedicated assistant was proving herself to be all the more valuable in this moment. Her hot walls pulsed around your manhood, her body gripping you tight. It was tough not to finish right then and there, as you wanted to fully experience what Isabelle had to offer. You wrapped your fingers tighter around her cock, stroking rhythmically as you began to thrust into her, and you were barely able to fit it all in one hand, too. This was so unexpected, so fun. The fact she was bigger than you by almost twofold only made you more excited.

Part of you wondered what it would taste like, if you could even wrap your lips around it, were you to torture your secretary more, but given the difference in height it would be tough to pull off right now. You simply returned to your efforts of giving her the proper reward of a job well done: a good, hard session of anal. Her flared tip was soon oozing precum all over, her body bouncing under the swift thrusts you were giving her. Isabelle's petit frame was a wonderful sight to see under such force, her soft moans the cherry on the top of the proverbial sundae.

She suddenly let out a whimper as a particularly well aimed motion caused a spurt of pre to come launching out of her cock and splatter her face. Isabella huffed, eyes going glassy as the scent and touch of such sticky fluid filled her senses.

“Mr. M-Mayor… I don't know how long I can hold out.”

It was pretty evident that she couldn't as the minutes passed, after all the hot, steamy love-making you had been giving her tender asshole. Her tip was like a fountain, your own cock aching for release as well. You wouldn't last much longer either, and thus doubt led your efforts to make the finish as messy as possible. Isabelle's eyes went wide as you pushed her large, thick shaft downwards. aiming that special head right at her face. She could tell what was coming, but she would never be truly prepared as you made your move to finish.

Unable to hold back, you pushed balls-deep into her anus and began to unload. Pleasure filled your mind, your eyes watching as your secretary’s cheeks grew even brighter now that a fresh load of seed was deep in her bowels. That wasn't your only treat, as your sexual high reached its apex, Isabelle's orgasm began to run its course.

You watched in awe as those large jewels of hers pull tight to her base, her whole shaft twitching as she squirted strand after sticky strand of cum across her own face. Isabelle's moaned weakly, unable to do much that take it all in as the steamy, thick batch of spunk made an intricate pattern on her skin. It seemed to go on forever, the size if her reserves matching the tool she sported, but even it had its limits. By the time it ended though, with a sizable trail leading from the tip of her cock to her now-creamy chin, she had been thoroughly covered.

Your eyes could still see her soft features under that curtain of cum, but she was as glazed as she was drunk on this ecstasy she had been feeling. You had almost forgotten about yourself while watching that whole ordeal, your cock going soft inside her rump as you pumped the last few wads from her length

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Her body fought the bindings, if only out of reflex. Veronica, bound, tight to the point that her skin was being pinched, and gagged, so that she could not make a sound beyond muffled whimpers and moans, was at the mercy of her master. She had volunteered for this, given herself up as a peace offering, to atone for what she had done to Alphonse and his ilk. The young Askrian, though mild mannered most any time of the year, had gladly taken her to her word. His mind had been a swarming torrent ever since the Emblians had begun their campaign against his peace-loving people, and while she wasn’t the ‘true’ Veronica, merely an image of her deeds given form, thought, and memories, he could not help himself.

“You’re mine, Veronica… I’ll exact on you what you’ve exacted on my people… a proper, raw fucking…”

He had stripped away her clothing, her willing body accepting his encroachment without hesitation, tied her up and forced her face down into his bed. Alphonse pressed his cock, throbbing madly at the sight of her prone, nude form, right against her quivering butthole. His manhood pushed in, making her groan in pain as his dry cock spread her virgin hole. She had never taken anything in there, nevermind something so big! Tears welled up in her eyes as the strain got to her, his member cramming every inch straight into her colon.

Veronica didn’t fight it, this was her choice and her punishment for ‘her’ wrongdoings. If anything, beyond the pain, there was a sense of satisfaction, perhaps even pleasure. Despite the tears rolling down her eyes as he began to thrust into her sore ass, she felt a small sense of happiness, if only because she could make good against her other self’s unfortunate actions. Small, muffled moans escaped her, her body instinctively aroused by the stiff cock inside her rump.

“What a hopeless slut you are,” he said with a scowl, determined to make her repent her past actions.

Alphonse began to smack her cheeks, hard, as he was no doubt a bit miffed at her apparent enjoyment of what was supposed to be punishment. Large, red marks were left behind as he bullied her butt, the sounds of their skin colliding and her sounds addicting. He couldn’t believe how good this felt, her asshole clenching with every slap, her hot bowels now a proper sheath for his ‘sword’.

But, as time passed, his gaze met hers. Those teary eyes, her sniffles, her utter look of defeat, it tugged at his heart. He finally realized it in her heart, not just his mind, that this wasn’t the person who had attacked his people. She bore her memory and appearance, that much was true, but the real Veronica would not be so remorseful. Alphonse was taking his emotions out on the wrong person; that very fact tugged at his heart and he couldn’t bear to keep going.

He slowed and stopped, pulling out of her now-gaping rump so that he could turn her about. She saw the look in his eyes, the present pain of what he had done and the old pain of what he had weathered. It was blatantly apparent to them both that they had more in common than they had thought. Alphonse pulled the gag from her mouth, his lips pressing tight against hers. Now, all he felt was a deep, deep kinship and a desire of his own to make amends.

“A-Alphonse… is this…?”

He chuckled, approaching her eager butthole once again. “Just enjoy it, we both have our regrets. Why dwell on them?”

With his hands pressing down on either side of her head, her legs spread wide, Alphonse became a missionary of peace. His manhood returned to its destined home, in the tight, warm, butthole that he had so rudely mistreated earlier. This time it was different, though. He was gentle and passionate, gentle in his expedition into the depths of her bowels. She, likewise, accepted him without trouble, Veronica’s ass was filled to the very brim.

As he resumed his thrusting, with the soft pats of their bodies touching, he knew he had made the right choice. Veronica, this Veronica, was gentle, if perhaps a bit crass at time, but was truly a changed person. He felt so connected, beyond just the literal sense. Even if they had once been enemies, they had only simply done what they thought was best for their people. And, as the seconds passed, her grew closer and closer.

Alphonse arched over top of his lover, lips embracing once again. Their damp, heavy breath brushed against one another, their tongues and spit working their way across that small space between them. All the while, his dick was burrowed deep into her rectum, rhythmically fucking her anus. It was a good thing no one would walk in on them, they wouldn’t believe the sight.

The heavy, hot loving of once-arch enemies would be a scene for the ages, as would be their climax. Faster and faster, the Askrian fucked his newfound friend’s asshole, loving every second of it. From the hot, wet depths, to the tight ring that pulled and pushed along with him, it was heaven. He could hardly think, the only thing he cared about was this small space, the lust he had for this petite, white haired woman and how much he wanted to come inside her.

Only a minute later, he would do just that. Grunting, at the edge of his endurance, he buried himself deep. His nostrils flared, his breath growing troubled as his body overflowed with bliss. Princely cum came careening out and deep into her colon. Hot, thick, and more than plentiful, Veronica could hardly catch a break from the pleasure she was feeling. It went so deep, filling her very core, that she felt a climax of her own coming. Her eyes rolled back slightly, muscles going slack under the ecstasy of it all.

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You couldn’t see, couldn’t move, only able to hear her heels as she walked around you. Bound in practically every way and held in the air by chains, you had no escape either. As things were, you were Carmilla's pet, her toy to play with s she pleased. Her long nails grazed your skin, her voice purring in delight as to what was about to unfold.

Your legs were spread and she took full advantage as she rounded about behind you. Her hands grasped your hips, a strange, cool object pressing against your pucker. You had no choice as to what was to come and no real warning as the larger, studded dildo crammed its way into your ass. Carmilla loved your reactions as you were stuffed with fake cock, your squirming and moaning in the gag. She chuckled, slapping your ass as she began to pound away.

Her thrusts went hard and fast, reaching deep inside your colon. The chains rattled and swayed as she used her whole body to ream your rump. You moan, sounds muffled and strained under the sheer amount of pleasure. What a thrill it was to be the pet of such a powerful, beautiful vampire. She never skipped a day to use you, to take out her stress on your poor, poor butt.

She wouldn't stop until you'd come twice, sometimes three times. Even as your first one came on this night, Carmilla didn't pause. All she did was taunt and sneer and fuck your ass to her heart's content. Whoever said that vampires had cold hearts were dead wrong, no one gave you more love than this supposedly icy queen.

Even as fluids dripped from you, your body growing sore from such passionate attention, you felt a need for more. Something your mistress was more than happy to give. Her nails dug into your skin, the force behind her motions growing with every second. It wouldn't be long until you were a quivering mess and her pace would increase ever further.

If you even made it that far, that is.

Your body fought against your owner's desires, your orgasm coming before it was supposed to. Muscles fighting the chains and the bindings, you moaned your way through yet another blissful climax. Carmilla was not impressed, though not quite that angry either. She found great amusement in it and would of course capitalize.

With Hyrule liberated and the Twilight realm returned to normal, Link found his adventure at an end. The future looked bright, with everything fixed and returned to normal. Another blessing was that the curses placed upon him and his companion had dissipated. No longer would Link be changed to the form of a wolf and no longer would Midna remain as an imp. Her true form, that of a Twili, was dazzling, to say the least.

She still had that mischievous personality, that air of superiority, but her body was hard to keep his eyes off of. Midna was a truly mature beauty, her form as perfect as could be. It seemed her personality did have reason, who could possibly compete with her? Yet, despite those facts, as she approached her hero with the offering of a final reward, Midna seemed unusually flustered.

This was her first time, after all. She wanted to reward Link with her body, but didn’t have the experience to back it up. Despite that, she got the words out and was expecting a laugh in return. However, what she got was a passionate kiss, a warm embrace from her hero. He didn’t care that she was new to this, Midna was a dear friend and one in need. The Twili princess didn’t know how to respond, though was thankful as her partner took the lead.

His lips planted kisses all across her dark skin, lowering her into her soft bed. She quivered as he pulled away her clothing, exposing his stiff manhood. Midna couldn't believe how big he was, or how much bigger he felt as he eased into her.side. For her first time, this was already beyond imagination. Her body felt truly alive, her tender canal stretching and filling as his member hilted into her depths.

Link began to thrust, her little whimpers and gasps the most beautiful of sounds to his ears. He grabbed her soft, wide hips, using all his strength. Her breasts swung, her thighs rippled, her whole body bounced in time with his rhythm. It felt like she truly was one with her handsome hero, his throbbing, hot meat bridging the gap between them as it plunged inside her. Midna could hardly stand all these new, wild sensations. She was sweaty, gasping for air, unable to collect herself for even a second. There would be little surprise for either of them as she bowed out of their little bout.

Her body twitched and spasmed, muscles pulling tight as pleasure rushed through her. She clutched her hunk tight, exhaling a long, deep breath as he joined her in heaven. Their bodies were as close as they could get as he dumped his load deep into her nethers. Midna felt the seed fill her, her very core growing warm as it pooled deep inside. The princess couldn’t have felt more happy, more content than this. If it could last forever and if it were in her power to make it so, she would.

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You had been sleeping, minding your own business when she invaded your room. Preying on your dreams and desires, the succubus had easily put you under her spell. One look into those glowing eyes of hers and the spell had taken its hold. Morrigan, as voluptuous as any woman, had used her magic to make you hers. Your body grew hot and bothered, blood gathering in a familiar location. She chuckled, pleased at your reaction, and you were more than eager to see what would come next.

However, it seemed she knew you too well. She wasn't going to do that, no touching your tender cock tonight, instead you were going to touch hers. As Morrigan undid her leotard-like outfit, that was then that you realized she had plans. You didn't object to her intent as her thick, warm meat was unveiled, nor as she did a reverse straddle over top your face. Her tasty, musky meat pushed between your lips, sliding deep into your mouth.

You could taste the sweat and smell the wonderful scents as her shaft hilted down your throat. It had pushed past the bend without trouble, surprising you greatly, though the greater gift was being a resting spot for those juicy balls of hers. They pressed firmly against the bridge of your nose, threatening to block your sight as well. There was no way for it to get better, you had though, and your expectations were once more subverted.

Morrigan began to thrust, using your mouth as if it were a personal toy. You didn't mind; in fact, you couldn't be happier to have that thick dick ramming its way down your esophagus, having those jewels of hers slapping against your face. She stretched you out, warmed you up, made you feel so appreciated with all her passionate sounds and gestures. Her hands rubbed your sides as she made love to your maw, complimented how tight and perfect you were.

She couldn't contain her passion, her pace jumping faster and faster. Saliva was soon spilling out across your face, smeared about by her taut pouch that continued to slap firmly against you. You knew what was coming and couldn't be more excited. Morrigan’s voice climbed with every second and within the next minute she was at her limit. As her muscles began to quiver, cock twitching in with dire need, she hilted one last time.

You could see her balls pulsing, just at the tip of your nose, as her hot cum spewed down into your stomach. It was so thick, so sticky, it couldn’t keep flowing cleanly and began to rush back up from the direction it came. A sputter came from your lungs as your body reacted to the strands of spunk that came spurting from your nose and your lips. There was no room for it all, too much white, tasty goo for you to contain. Before long, it was all you could taste, feel, smell, or even think about.

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2B was used to unforeseeable complications, it was a fact of her work every day. She expected odd behavior from the Machines, but not from YorHa equipment. In this particular situation, she found herself feeling more emotion than she had for a long time. The machines that stored the bodies for units to transfer about the planet had made a mistake or two.

The battle type android was blushing as she looked down at her body, realizing it wasn't the right one. 9S chuckled nervously, the odd combination of elements was unusual. 2B was in a scout's body, while still having her dress and somewhat longer hair. Even her flustered voice wasn't quite right, but he enjoyed the scene. She was always so stoic, perhaps this could be some fun.

They would need to make it to a new checkpoint, though. The machine was spitting sparks and making noises that were uninvestigated. 9S didn't want to see what was going on inside that thing. Dragging a blushing, nervous 2B, behind him… though thinking about it, 2S would be more correct. He teased her with the new name, making her glare at him. She wasn't a fan, but she didn't seem mad either.

As they walked, the untamed, reclaimed wilderness around them was quiet and calm. It was these moments that their thoughts wandered, and when they often did things while out of sight of the other YorHa units. This strange mishap had them curious, especially given some previous ‘encounters’ that they had had not long ago. Fresh on their minds, they wouldn't admit that they craved a bit of intimacy, even despite the current situation.

This would only compound as time passed, their long trek still merely a portion done. They caved and shamefully approached one another, their intent obvious to the other. 9S admitted that her temporary body was cute, getting a rise out of his companion, and a new experience that would leave her speechless. The rights under her short dress began to tent as they grew closer. She knew they were modeled after their creators, but the accuracy to detail and the strange need of perfection had always been odd.

Her slim, boyish body wasn't like that just for looks, it was a male model through and through. 2B quivered as her ‘male parts’ struggled to break free of her clothing, a reaction very different from her normal, female ones. 9S seemed oddly at ease with it, kneeling to pull away the panties that barely managed to hold it in. She gasped as her cock sprung free, nearly smacking her partner in the face. He was unphased and instead did something she hadn't expected.

Despite being in what was practically a male version of her body, 9S seemed infatuated with her. He knelt and began to do the unimaginable. His lips wrapped around her dick, sucking and bobbing without hesitation. 2B shuddered, moaning as a new pleasure filled her. This body of hers, this embarrassing mix-up, was proving to have its perks. Her companion continued to fellate, fluids dripping from her lips as he went faster and faster. The gender bent battle android couldn't possibly hold on and went careening right into another blissful new experience.

She trembled as her seed began to leave her, pleasure rocking up her body; their anatomically correct bodies were blessing they often ignored. 9S sputtered, cum dripping from his mouth as he tried his best to drink it all. It occurred to him that he was essentially having sex with another male unit, but that didn't change how he felt. He swallowed it all, until there was none left. The flavor was odd, but addicting, and no doubt this is what 2B had been enjoying during their previous times together.

It made him happy he could give back in his own way. However, he would have to put aside his other personal desires, let his lust go unquenched. His own manhood fought against the fabric of his pants as he slid 2B's panties back up and stood with a nervous chuckle. 9S had just given a rather passionate time to what was essentially another guy, but she didn't care. This little mishap had become a bit of fun, and, while they would still walk off to find a way to fix it, they may or may not make some pit stops along the way.