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Teacher/Student Development Bernadetta would probably refuse to accept that she looked cute under any circumstances but especially now. Byleth simply had to disagree. Her student looked absolutely wonderful right now. Stripped naked, hands tied together behind her back, legs spread and forced to ride a man as he groped her. And suck the cock of another. What kind of woman wouldn't look great in that sort of situation, after all? Byleth was getting treated in pretty much the same way. The only real difference was that she was suspended from a tree branch by some ropes, the knots and cords digging into her skin as she hung there, trussed up like a, well, like a slut done up in bondage. She was also getting fucked by two men, their cocks plunging in and out of her pussy and her mouth as she moaned and sucked, again and again. Byleth hadn't brought every female student of hers out on one of these trips but she had brought a number with her. And she had to admit, there was just something so sweet about seeing the shy Bernie being the one helplessly introduced to the world of sex and what painful pleasures a woman's body could be made to feel. Bernie was no more expressive with her orgasms than she usually was but Byleth still knew her student well enough to tell when she would get pushed over the edge. It was quite sweet to see and to know that she had, in some way, helped this happen. "Goddess, you high-born whores don't know how good you had it," the man fucking Byleth's pussy in hard, rough strokes grunted. "But you'll learn. Oh yes, I'll make sure of that." He had better get a start on that. Byleth had a sense for how these things went and she thought that it would soon be time to wrap things up. Well, one more creampie couldn't hurt, right? After all, look at how many Bernie had already gotten. There was plenty of semen oozing out of her pussy and almost as much out of her ass. And her pale skin had a number of marks on it from the tight grip used to hold her down. Or the red marks from seeing that tight ass bounce around as she got taken. Bernie had never stopped protesting but she had also cum pretty hard from it all as well. as Byleth had known she would. And now that the bandits were talking about collars and cages, it seemed time to wrap things up. Byleth had gotten all of the orgasms she needed today thanks to these men but tomorrow, when she couldn't just go out and about, she was sure that masturbating to Bernadetta being made to suck cock as cum dripped down her small breasts would give her all the fuel she needed. It had in the past, after all.

-Alternative Conflict Resolution ​ Shinji wasn't certain that there was a single drop of blood anywhere in his body except his dick and his cheeks right now. He couldn't stop Unit 01 from doing what it was doing and it was feeling so good that he didn't really want to, either. "That's right, Shinji, keep on giving it to her good!" Miss Misato hooted in his ear as he (and Unit 01) kept on rocking their hips back and forth. "Don't stop till you see her squirt!" Shinji had no idea what that would look like. He stared down at the inhumanly black-skinned woman he was on top of her, her bone-white face staring up at him with an expression of lust that was really difficult to deal with. And speaking of things that were hard to deal with… His cock was harder than it had ever been in his life and he was really lucky that he had adjusted the plugsuit so that his erection could rise up and not out, which would be a situation that he did not want to think about too much. It as lucky that he had so many other things to think about instead. Like how even though his hands were grabbing at empty air, it really did feel like there were a pair of breasts underneath his hands. Or what he thought that breasts might feel lie. He had never once gotten to touch a pair in real life and he wasn't sure how this compared. "Pump her full, that's the only way to defeat the Angel," Miss Misato was practically screaming into the mike. "Every last drop!" Shinji wasn't sure if he could do this. He wasn't sure if he couldn't do it, either. He wasn't in control at all. Unit 01 was in control and he wasn't sure if it was thinking or just lashing out in berserk… lust. Whatever the case might be, he could feel something around his cock that was just so good. It couldn't be quite like sex was like, surely, but he didn't know what else it could possibly be. The Angel was squirming around underneath him and Unit 01. Its face was like a mask and there was no way to tell just what it was feeling. It might be trying to push him off but it didn't seem to be trying very hard. His eyes moved to the bouncing breasts, bigger than trucks, that were moving around in ways he could barely think of how to describe. Especially when his dick kept on feeling so good and Unit 01 kept on driving its own cock inside of the Angel. He couldn't possibly stand this for much longer and what it would feel like when it as over was even harder for Shinji to picture than anything else. But he couldn't stop. He had to see this through. If all of the Angels were going to be like this then… then Shini really had no idea what they would be like.

Research and… Development ​ Director Chen was finding it quite difficult to deal with… all of this. All of her existing clothes were quite tight enough in the crotch to show off the facehugger clinging to her hips and thighs. And going to the time and expense to import new, looser clothes worthy of her station to the station would be a clear sign that she didn't want anyone noticing what was happening to her. Which would, of course, only make them notice it even more. There were already enough rumors. And not just idle curiosity or gossipmongering. There was malicious intent in some of them and Chen knew where to look to for the source of it. Doctor Pia Rosario. And she could see in Doctor Rosario's eyes what the younger woman had planned. After all, hadn't she done almost the same thing to secure her position as head of research on Janus Station? Spreading rumors and innuendo, building up a support base and then clear (if fabricated) evidence of negligence? Chen had been happy to just have the former director go elsewhere in the company but comments from Rosario about the knowledge that could be gained from this unique interaction… Chen was going to contribute to research papers by writing them, not being Test Subject MC. And coming up with a response to any of that was made so much more difficult by the ovipositor that was constantly thrusting into her pussy. It had already somehow altered her body so that she stayed constantly wet and aroused even though this was well past the point where such a thing should be possible. Chen was constantly aware of her erect nipples underneath her blouses and the way arousal constantly ran down her bare legs (the facehugger had destroyed any leggings of any sort she might wear. It was skirts or nothing.), though she hoped that her underlings weren't aware of it. Somehow. The smirks she could see out of the corner of her eyes… Every day, every hour, every minute, she felt the thing thrusting into her pussy, going deep inside of her and stirring her up. She was just glad that rendering it sterile had stopped it from depositing any eggs instead of exhausting itself trying to get at least one active egg inside of her. Though if it had, it also would have died before now. Research potential be damned, she would prefer that outcome immensely. And even as she thought that, she could feel another orgasm rising inside of her. Just like when she was eating, sleeping, walking, in meetings, trying to do paperwork. Yet another wave of bliss that Chen was unable to keep off of her face and from leaking into her voice. Her head snapped backwards and her hands dug down onto the armrests as her core clenched down tightly. It was just so good. She couldn't help it, she just liked it all so much. And she knew that she was going to feel this good again at least three more times before the hour was out.

Bath Time ​ It was quite easy to lean forward so that Ragyo's breasts were pressing against her son's chest. He liked hem, she could tell. Ragyo liked them as well. So large, so plump, so fun to touch and squeeze and do all sorts of things with. She could feel how well Satsuki was responding to this, too. His dick was rising up and brushing against her lower belly. Ragyo licked her lips. Her son had quite the impressive cock. Quite hard and firm and it could feel quite good inside of her. She had given him plenty of chances to impress her and show her what he could do, after all. And he had risen to the challenge time after time. "Junketsu will flatter your form quite nicely," she said with a chuckle as she pictured him in the white and blue outfit, the living clothe showing off what a man he really was. "Let everyone admire this excellent body of yours." "Mother…" Satsuki growled, deep in his throat as his hands came down to squeeze her butt. She made a soft sigh of appreciation. She was sensitive there, after all. And almost everywhere else. "I can't…" He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. She could guess what he was thinking of right now. And she liked the thought of it as well. Ragyo wasn't just sensitive, she also had a high sex drive. A very high sex drive. And that was one characteristic that she had passed onto her son, without a doubt. "I know you can," she said with a smile as she lowered herself down onto his cock, feeling the hard shaft pushing against her entrance and then opening her up. It felt wonderful. And Satsuki let out a most pleasing sound as well as his hands tightened on her body. "I know you will." After all, if he was a good, obedient son, then he would do whatever she wanted. By definition, really. And right now, she wanted to feel his cock inside of her. Ragyo moaned lustfully as she felt the cock pressing against her inner walls. Then she started to bounce, still leaning forward so that her large breasts were rubbing against her son's muscular chest the entire time. He was too tall to really press his face against her breasts these days but that was alright. He still knew plenty of ways to make his mother happy. And that was the foremost thought in the mind of any good child, wasn't it? Ragyo's hands stroked Satsuki's chest, shoulders and arms, feeling the muscles tensing underneath her fingers. And she could feel how tense he was in other ways, too. How delicious. She'd just have to work on getting him all nice and relaxed in every possible way. And Ragyo could do with some unknotting as well. And all this was Ragyo holding herself back. When she saw her son in his new outfit, she knew she wouldn't be able to restrain herself.

NonNew NonCanon Noncombat NonRole NonOmake ​ "Like mother, like daughter," the leader of the men, with more grey than black in his beard, said with a leer as he cupped one of Yang's large breasts and squeezed down firmly on it. "I remember how sweetly that bird sang out when we molded her into what she was meant to be." "Good times, good times," another man older than Dad said as he pulled Yang's skirt down along her legs. "It's been a while since my cock's gotten to kiss teenaged cunt." He licked his lips as he looked at Yang's black panties, tightly clinging to her curves. "But it's never forgotten what it was like." Yang ground her teeth together, wishing that she could resist this. But there was something about the way she was being treated, the lustful contempt these men had for her, that was making her feel so very weak and aroused. She had already been too well-trained by the first team she had studied under and now these men were going to finish the job. Her skin tingled as the lust washed over her body. She took several deep breaths to try to control herself but it was hopeless. Only one thing could give the relief that her body was craving. Yang knew it. These men knew it, too. "I still remember the way we sent Raven off," a man who had long since moved past 'stocky' to 'fat' said, licking his lips. "It just seems fair that we welcome her only daughter back the same way, right?" "I like the way you think," their leader said, placing a hand on Yang's shoulder. "On your knees, girlie." It felt all too natural for Yang to fall to her knees. She took several deep breaths as she stared up at the men surrounding her. She could see the lust in their eyes. And could they see the lust in her own? That seemed likely. "Beg for it," the final man said, his prosthetic hand whirring as it stroked Yang's long, blonde hair. "Like a slut." "Please, sirs, I need cock," Yang moaned, ashamed of how easily she did this and how cheery her voice was. But she was still doing it and she was still feeling the heat rising inside of her. "I need your cock. What can I do to get it?" She tilted her head backwards and thrust her chest forward. "Anything you want. I'm up for it." And Yang knew how true that almost certainly was. Ruby had sent her a message about how much fun she was having with the women on the team she was shadowing. Blake had actually shared a video in the group chat of her straight-up vanishing, which she couldn't have managed before this. Even Weiss had sent a rather formal email stating that she was learning a number of new skills she could use in the future. And what was Yang going to show off to her team when she finally returned to Beacon?

​ Chihiro's tits had bounced out of her black latex catsuit. She knew that she should have zipped them up, especially if she was going to be doing so much activity. It was probably too late now. And Ogata was staring at them with quite a look on his face. Once he hit puberty, he was either going to be extremely attracted to very large breasts or extremely attracted to very small breasts. There was no other real option, frankly. Though that was the least of Chihiro's concerns right now. She just kept on bouncing on the young boy's cock, wrapping her tight pussy around it as she lifted herself up and down along it over and over again. He might be young but he was still quite capable of responding to the touch of a woman, at least. That was a real stroke of luck, given the interference she had gotten with the dart gun. If she hadn't been able to upload the code like this, she didn't know what she would have done. It was feeling rather good for herself, Chihiro had to admit. There was a pleasure rising and rising inside of her, every time she went down along the cock and felt it rubbing against her insides. She panted as she went, bouncing and bouncing again and again. Not that her orgasm was the point of all of this. For that matter, even his orgasm wasn't the point of this. Though it did seem likely that he was going to reach it around the time the codes were integrated. She shook her head, ash-blonde hair whipping through the night air as she kept on bouncing. Sometimes it was like the universe had a sense of perverse humor to it. Whether it did or didn't, she still had to keep on going. Chihiro reached down and grabbed her large breasts, firmly squeezing them and toying with her mounds as she rode the boy. He had such wide eyes as he looked up at her. He was getting a lot out of this, even if he didn't know it right now. It was all for the best, at least. And she kept on going, sinking down and feeling the hard cock rubbing against her insides, stroking her inner walls and making her coo softly as she felt the way she was getting stirred up. It was always a nice bonus when she could get a bit of pleasure out of her tasks, even if this wasn't how she had expected the night to go. Riding a preteen boy like this- well, it wasn't the worst thing she had done and it wasn't the worst thing she planned to do, either. Ogata moaned and his cock spasmed inside of her, shots of seed pouring into her pussy. And just in time. The code had finally meshed with him and was ready to go. Perfect timing. And if that left Chihiro worked up and needy, feeling the semen oozing out of her pussy? Oh well. She'd just have to deal with that some way or the other. "I know you won't tell anyone about this," she said, leaning down to stroke Ogata's hair (his current haircut was so much better than that ridiculous pompadour he'd be wearing in a decade) and cheek. "This is all just a dream." And quite likely to inform his later dreams once he hit puberty in all sorts of strange ways, of course. Well, there was nothing to be done about that. If for no other reason than that Chihiro still had so much more work left to do.

​ Jin could feel the red all over her face as she watched Professor Croft fuck herself on a stone dildo. Sure, she had heard the rumors about the woman but she hadn't thought to get such a clear and unambiguous proving of how true they were. The things that the British woman was doing, well… It was a struggle to remember to take notes, that was for certain. Jin found herself terribly tempted to just get lost in the bounce of sway of those large breasts as the professor stripped off her tight blue top to let her tits hang free as she wrapped a leg around the waist of the statue. Jin shook her head. The statue- the statue was clearly of the Mycenae culture, there was no doubt about that. Rather odd given that they were in Tsuna but it did lend support to the notion that a group of the islanders had settled here. And had enough wealth and security to carve such impressive, detailed statues and mechanisms that the statue triggered if treated in the right way. Jin could hear the sounds of Professor Croft's wet pussy as she treated the statue in the right way. And the sounds her mouth was making. Jin swallowed around a massive lump in her throat as she watched the older woman (ten years was a lifetime when you were nineteen) lift herself up and down, again and again, showing off the clear signs of long practice in what she was doing. And clear signs of enjoyment. Jin glanced to the side. Thomas, the pervert, was showing off his sketching skills instead of his note taking skills. And while the statue was in the sketch, it was pretty poorly detailed compared to the professor. She glanced down further and saw a clear bulge in his crotch. Then again, her own core was getting pretty damp right now so she wasn't going to call attention to that. If nothing else, she might miss something as the professor kept on drawing the stone dick further up and making the gate lower in synch. These ancient fertility rituals were really something else. And while they had found the panel in the statue's side that allowed access to the tubing that led between the dildo and somewhere, they hadn't cut it because the professor had insisted on doing the least amount of damage possible to the site and- Events outpaced Jin's thoughts. She gasped as the professor moaned, ancient pumps stirring to life as the professor drew the entire cock out from its resting place. There was a wet sound and the professor shuddered several times before she climbed off of the statue's lap and stood in front of the now open gate, seed dribbling down her inner thighs. "Well," Professor Croft said in a refined, elegant accent that didn't go at all with how she looked right now, "that's the first statue taken care of." She looked around the small crowd of students with her, not seeming ashamed in the slightest about what she had just done or how she still wasn't dressed. "Who wants to be the one to earn top marks by taking care of the next one?"

Making up for Lost Time ​ "You don't mind sharing, do you, Blake?" Kali asked, looking at her daughter while feeling this heat pulsing inside of her pussy. It had been a long, long time since she had properly gotten fucked. And bred. Her pussy clenched just at the thought of it and she could feel the need creeping through her system. "Of course not," Blake said with a smile. "What is family for, right?" Her casual robe was already hanging down around her shoulders, showing off her breasts to Jaune's appreciative glances. And they were quite nice breasts, without a doubt. Kali was quite proud of her own figure, though, and she was sure that Jaune would agree. The glance that he sent her way even as his hand slid down to Blake's hip was certainly suggestive. Kali licked her lips like, aha, the cat getting the cream as she sidled in closer to him. Blake was already on his left so it just made sense for Kali to end up his right. And to grab his wrist to place his hand on her butt, letting his fingers squeeze down before he was even aware of what he was doing. Not that he seemed likely to complain about it. "I won't insult my daughter's skill by suggesting she doesn't know how to take care of you," Kali said, rubbing Jaune's crotch and feeling the pleasing hardness there as he grunted. "But two is better than one, isn't that right, Blake?" "Oh yes indeed," Blake said, a breathy note entering her voice as she looked up at her boyfriend. "Jaune and I have already proven that time and time again." Kali leaned up to kiss Jaune and then Blake did the same. And then they kissed each other, because why not? It felt quite nice to do so and Kali could feel her lust growing and growing inside of her as she did this. She felt the need to get fucked good and hard right now and Jaune was most certainly the man to give her what she was looking for. And then he could do the same with Blake. Kali looked forward to the sight of her daughter getting fucked. Her beautiful daughter deserved to feel good, after all. Very, very good indeed. And even though she wouldn't be getting pregnant, the thought of seed leaking out of her pussy still sent a strong pulse all through Kali as she considered it. And Jaune would love it just as much, without a doubt. And hopefully he would like the sight of Kali in that state just as much. Well, it wouldn't happen if Kali just kept on thinking about it, would it? There needed to be some action here. Kali let her dress fall to the floor. And Blake didn't waste any more time in getting naked. Quite easy since she had nothing on underneath, just like her mother did. Jaune already looked like he had died and gone to heaven. And the best was most certainly yet to come.

Auctioned Off ​ Luz obviously wanted to cover herself up but with her hands cuffed behind her back and her legs spread by a bar, there was no way for her to hide a single bit of herself. Her entire tight, brown body was on full display right here, every single part of her exposed. And leered at. Amity could hear the men (and rare woman) in the auction chuckling about what they would do with their new human slave if they could only get a chance with her. Luz's exotic features were really working the crowd up and the bidding was reaching an outright fevered pitch. "They understand what the human is good for," Mother said, her hand tight on Amity's shoulder. She realized, to her shock, that her mother wasn't just enjoying this but was feeling outright aroused by it. "They know it and so will she. Whoever ends up buying her, the things they'll do to her…" Mother's tongue flicked out to run along her lips as she stared at the stage, her eyes wandering over Luz's naked body just as intently as any of the other witches in the audience, "she'll learn to love them in time." Mother sighed deeply and clearly forced herself to let go of Amity's shoulder. "If only I thought that I could trust you two in the same house, I'd keep her for myself, just to have the pleasure of showing you what she's meant for." Amity glanced back at the stage, seeing the sweat standing out on Luz's skin as she weakly squirmed in the cuffs and binds restricting her. There just seemed no way to get out of here. For either of them. "And with the innate lack of human magic, it will be as easy as anything to ensure that she can't get free," the hype man or whatever his formal title might be was saying on the stage. That was the one bit of good news Amity could think of. If they underestimated Luz, that would be her ticket out of here, since it seemed that Amity herself wouldn't be able to do anything. She wouldn't even be able to watch Luz get defiled and then Amity blushed strongly as she considered just what kind of phrasing she had put into her own thoughts there. At least they weren't putting Luz through her paces already and demonstrating just what she could do. Amity wasn't sure how far her girlfriend could be pushed… in several senses of the word and she wondered just what those limits might be and what Luz might be forced to undergo before she could escape. The camera focused on Luz's breasts, the small, pert, cute brown mounds filling the screen and making Amity swallow. How many other people were getting that sweet, gorgeous view right now? She had no idea. One thing was for sure. Luz was going to come out of this a very different person compared to what she was like when she went in.

Her Majesty and Her Highness: The Mother-Daughter Game ​ This whore had even bigger boobs than the actual queen. I could feel them rubbing back and forth against my back as she hugged me from behind, her body barely encased in some thin, nearly see-through white robes and a crown that actually looked pretty realistic. And, of course, there was the dirty talk spurring me on. "Fuck her good and hard," she whispered into my ear as I drove my hips forward again and again, burying myself deep inside of her partner. "She needs it and you deserve it, mister." It was pretty obvious that this other whore wasn't actually a kid, despite how much she looked like one. For one, Her Majesty would never have allowed that sort of thing to happen in Crystal Tokyo. For another, this slut was way too eager and into what we were doing. You couldn't fake that kind of enthusiasm. There was enough weirdness in the world and a lot of it had ended up here that I had no idea what she really was. Some kind of sexbot, someone who had reversed or retarded her aging, a spirit given human form, any of that or more. But without a doubt, one thing she was was slutty. Damn, she was trying to squeeze my cock off as she got bent over a railing, her somewhat more modest princess gown pulled to the side to let me use her. My hands were clamped on her tight, pert ass as I thrust into her, burying my entire cock inside that well-trained cunt. "Mama!" The one pretending to by the Princess cried out, looking over her shoulder with big red eyes full of lust. "I feel him moving inside of me, Mama! He's just so rough." "He can be as rough as he wants," the 'Queen' cooed as she practically molded herself onto my back. "He can spank you as he fucks your ass if that's what he needs to do to get off." That sounded hot as hell but I was so close already that I didn't think that I would be able to last long enough to try that out. I could only make it for a few more thrusts before I was going over the edge. It was hard to decide just how to cum but this slut's pussy was so tight I couldn't pull out in time. I loudly groaned as I started to fill her up, cock throbbing as I shot my load into that wet, pink, tight pussy. She was making all kinds of moans and I could her partner breathing in shallow, fast pants in my ear as she watched. "I'm sure you had fun with the brat," 'Her Majesty' said as she let go of me to move around in front, dropping to her knees and hefting her large breasts, "but how about you try something she's just not capable of doing for you?" Even if it cost more, I'd be a fool to turn down that offer.

Descending Downwards ​ The panties were the sort made out of chocolate, the hot liquid painted onto both of the moonlighting magical girls. It had stung a bit as it had been applied but both of them had powered through it. And the only real way to remove them would be to lick each other's crotches, wiggling back and forth in the cleared area of the courtyard, lit up by the electric torches overhead. Setsuna and Hotaru were walking through the watching crowd, serving up drinks while wearing the slutty reverse bunnygirl outfits that had been provided to them for the night. And, of course, getting groped thoroughly as they did so. If it wasn't for the fact that other men wanted the drinks they were carrying around, both Senshi would be on their knees or bent over, taking cock. Haruka was doing her best not to feel shame over this. Only people could be humiliated and if she just stayed at the level of entertainment for men, then she would never be capable of being embarrassed over what she was doing to her lover. She just focused on running her tongue back and forth along Michiru's pussy, trying to lap up the chocolate that was increasingly smeared across her skin. And trying to avoid having the same done to her, even if she knew how skilled of a pussy-eater Michiru was. Their nearly-naked bodies kept on sliding back and forth against each other as they humped and ground back and forth. There was laughter coming from the crowd as they watched the two sluts debase each other for their entertainment. And the real humiliation would be coming later, they both knew. The loser would be tasked with making a big bowl of 'milk chocolate'. The chocolate would be real enough, though both of them would probably be sick of it after this. But the white fluid certainly wouldn't be milk. But the loser would still have to drink it all down after preparing it. It would be a very familiar taste, that was for sure. Both of the lesbian lovers had already sucked off their master tonight and gotten more training in with dildos earlier in the day. Haruka wanted to win, but there were limits to what she was willing to do to Michiru. She wouldn't knee her lover in the face or anything. It was strictly grappling and pinning, looking for an advantage without leaving any bruises or scrapes afterwards. She ran her tongue back and forth some more, collecting even more chocolate off of Michiru's hip. Her lover was getting some of her own off of Haruka and even more from both of them was getting smeared around. There hadn't been any instructions about what to do when all the remaining chocolate was smeared across the ground or hands and Haruka refused to think about what orders might come. If she didn't hope, she couldn't be disappointed. And this was all just the prelude to the night's real festivities.

Oops ​ "No," Akane whimpered softly as she jerked her hips back and forth, feeling the hot semen shooting inside of her unprotected, fertile pussy. "No, wait!" "I can't stop," Ranma groaned, broad shoulders rising and falling as his hands clamped down on Akane's hips, squeezing tightly as he panted for breath. "It's just too good!" Akane had been thinking the exact same thing until moments ago. Now, feeling Ranma's cum plastering her insides, she was seeing things from a different point of view. She blushed and squeaked loudly, feeling the way it clung to her, marked her, made her feel like she was a, was a- And even as her mind was screaming at what had just happened, her body was still really enjoying itself. She could still feel the deep throb of pleasure inside of her core, the way that her body tingled from what had been done to it and how good it had felt to be treated this way. How amazingly good and how pleasant it had all been. It should have worked, too! Akane's pussy wasn't that wet and hot, was it? She hadn't thought that it could be. But there was water dripping off of Ranma's bare chest and there was semen seeping out of her pussy and Akane was forced to face facts. She had screwed up big time here and now she was- she was… That was another thought that she refused to finish. She just panted for breath, small breasts rising and falling as she stared down at Ranma. She could still feel the lust inside of her, pulsing and tingling and suggesting that there was still more that could be done with the two of them. Still more fun that could be had and more wildness that the two of them could get up to. And then her brain suggested that if she was already pregnant, then the worst had already happened and Ranma wouldn't be able to get her pregnant again, right? Akane's cheeks were already red but now they went scarlet as that idea entered her mind. That would be just- there was just no way she should be thinking about that sort of thing right now! "Sorry, Akane," Ranma panted. "But your pu- you were feeling just too good. I couldn't stop myself when you squeezed down like that." Akane would normally feel angry over being described like that but right now, there was still too much lust and worry inside of her to make that happen. Instead, she just covered her face with her hands and took several deep breaths. Somehow, in some way, it might not be too late yet, right? That seemed like a faint hope to Akane. A real faint hope. Maybe Akane should have taken Kasumi up on her offer to buy condoms for her. No, wait, Kasumi had said that she would share her condoms with her little sister. Akane didn't want to think about that too deeply. Though it still seemed like a better idea than thinking about the more important issue at hand.

​ Obviously, of course, Victoria couldn't just switch between the dog and the horse constantly. She needed a good long while to properly evaluate each one and compare the animal's merits to see which was best. So it would take four days in all before she could come to a decision. Dog, horse, dog and horse again. That was just fair and sensical, really. Crystal and Aunt Carol had both agreed with that. And they were watching her now, intent on seeing her take animal cock to see which species was better. Right now, Victoria was underneath the dog that Crystal had provided, a mutt with a lot of rottweiler in him. And a whole lot of stamina, too. He was really pounding away at Victoria's pussy, driving his cock deep inside of her wet pussy over and over again. The sensation of her getting opened up like this was thrilling. Honestly, Victoria thought that she could make the call now. Horses were just too big, even for a girl with her frame. It was a real struggle to take their cocks inside of her and it was so difficult that she really didn't get much enjoyment out of it. While on both the first day and today, she was getting really stirred up by the dogs and really loving what she was feeling. Still, she'd give the second horse a chance tomorrow, just to make sure that everything was fair. Victoria's breasts swung back and forth underneath her body, smacking against each other as the dog kept on pounding her. She could feel her pussy getting nicely stirred up as she took cock again and again and again, feeling the hard, inhuman rod slipping inside of her and rubbing against her inner walls. She wasn't able to keep herself from making some lustful moans as this happened. It was just too much and feeling too good as she got fucked. Victoria might very well cum from this. And that would be quite nice. She hadn't cum once the previous two days from the animals then (only afterwards to make sure that she didn't build up lust for the next day, since that would skew the results). And then the dog's knot was pushing inside of Victoria. Victoria squealed as she felt her cunt getting stretched out in a very strange way. And a very satisfying way, too. Her entire body trembled as she felt herself getting knotted and the hot cum pouring into her. It felt strange and sticky and good. It was enough to cause an orgasm of her own, in fact. And Victoria loved that even more. She let out an orgasmic cry as she went over the edge. She knew that her aunt and her cousin were both watching her and that made it feel good. So very good. The waves of pleasure were strong and intense and rather better than anything she got while masturbating. The horse tomorrow would need to really satisfy her to beat this.

Family Affection ​ The fact that Winter wore outfits that showed off her breasts to such an extent was hardly something that Weiss was responsible for. And if she gave her big sister long, tight hugs, then that was just something that she did. Winter seemed to appreciate it, certainly. She even had a hand on the back of Wess's head, keeping her face pressed against her bare cleavage. Even if Weiss wanted to pull away from this chaste hug, she wouldn't be able to do so. Weiss just breathed in and out several times as she felt the bare, soft skin rubbing against her face. Her sister's breasts were so very big and the way that the felt was just so nice. So very nice. And they would bounce around in a lovely way, too, if she wasn't wearing such tight and restrictive clothes that suggested so much without revealing very much at all. Weiss kept her mouth closed even though there was the thought that if she used her chin to push the top down and opened her mouth, she could wrap her lips around a nipple. And then there was the reconciliation that she and Whitley had managed. She hadn't expected her little brother to make the effort and it would have just been rude to turn him down, wouldn't it? So it was only natural that the two of them would get all sweaty and sticky after all of that and need to be cleaned off. And even though there were many, many showers and baths in the Schnee mansion, they had ended up sharing the same one. Familial bathing was something that the Faunus did, right? Blake had said that though it was possible that she would have said anything that would explain why her legs had been wrapped around Yang's waist and her hands clutching the blonde's shoulders. At any rate, there was nothing sexual in what they did then. Even if Whitley got a hard-on, that was just something boys did. There was nothing sexual about it. And just to be on the safe side and to spare her brother's feelings, Weiss turned around so he couldn't see her breasts as he washed her back. And her butt. Mostly her butt. His hands constantly roamed back and forth over her firm cheeks, squeezing again and again as he tended to Weiss. And if Weiss felt his hands go to her hips even as something kept on pressing against her rear, that was still not something she needed to worry about. Really, why would she? It was just the same as his heavy breathing and the way Weiss had found herself getting driven towards the shower wall. It just meant…well, she wasn't sure what it meant but it didn't the sort of depraved thing that Yang had snickered about while sending her off. Really, Yang thinking that siblings could be attracted to each other just said more about her than it did about Weiss and her family.

Caught in an Alley ​ ​ Sayaka ran her tongue up and down along the slimy, pulsing tentacle, tasting it and feeling it pressed against her face. Madoka was right next to her, lavishing just as much attention on the creature. The white of Sayaka's costume had gone transparent, the slime from the tentacle soaking through it and plastering it to her body. And her breasts had been pulled out of her blue top, the mounds left to bounce and sway as she worked at the shaft in front of her. Madoka was still clothed, though with her costume, there was nothing stopping the smaller tentacles from creeping up her legs and underneath her skirt. Certainly not her hands. Those were too busy clutching Sayaka's hands as the two best friends worked together to tend to the tentacle in front of them. Sayaka didn't have many thoughts running through her head right now. It was mostly just lust that was filling her up and making it impossible to focus on anything but her friend and the tentacle that they were both serving. And that was alright. It was just so pleasant to keep on doing this and feeling their bodies rubbing against each other. Madoka had been the one to pull Sayaka's breasts out of her top but the tentacles were the ones using them. The small, orange tentacles were roaming back and forth over Sayaka's full chest, stroking and squeezing the mounds and toying with her nipples. Madoka's mouth slipped off of the tentacle and pressed itself against Sayaka's. Sayaka moaned happily at that, enjoying the way it felt to kiss her childhood friend and feel their tongues running against each other. Some part of her mind said that it would be just as nice to kiss her crush, Kyouko, her teacher, Mami, her rival, Homura or even her non-magical friend, Hitomi. But, well, Madoka was here now, so it was just easier to keep on kissing her and feeling up her body in between lavishing attention on the tentacle. And they returned to that, tasting more of the slime as it coated their tongues. Sayaka was aware that slime was an aphrodisiac and was making the two of them do something they normally never would have. But so what? It still felt so good to be doing this. Just so right and natural to let their bodies do the talking and the fondling as they made out with each other again and again, rubbing themselves against the tentacle spearing up between the two of them. Sayaka moaned as she felt her legs getting spread apart by the tentacles. And Madoka's hand slipping down to rub against her pussy through the skirt. That sort of thing felt so good and helped Sayaka not care that she was kneeling in an alley and having a weird kind of sex. All she really wanted was to cum and she didn't care if she got off from Madoka's hand or the tentacles that were slipping up her bare thighs.

​ Taylor's lips were tightly pressed together tightly as she stood stock still. He hands were at her sides and it was a struggle to keep them from either clenching into fists or trying to cover her naked body. It had taken some negotiation to get to this point. Taylor wasn't in a good position right now but she at least had some leverage, thanks to her time spent adventuring. She knew how to fight, rather better than her… host. The woman who had stumbled across her with her pants down was smiling widely as she stroked her husband's cock. And he was staring at Taylor with a lewd, perverted look on his face, letting his eyes wander back and forth along her naked body. Her pale skin looked warm in the flickering candle light and she supposed that it did something for her close-cut black hair as well. Taylor knew that she wasn't much to look at compared to most women. But he was still taking a great deal of satisfaction from this. It was clear to her that the fact that she wanted to keep her womanhood a secret was what was really getting him going right now. Taylor slowly turned, letting him get a good long look at her entire body, seeing her ass which while not large, was at least pretty toned from the running and climbing that she constantly did. He'd be fucking her right now if he had his way, Taylor knew. Raping her. Just like she had seen so many girls and women getting raped (and made to love it) in her time here. Taylor had refused to let him touch her, though, and for all that talk about 'the strongest woman is weaker than the weakest man', he had declined to try and put that into practice with her hand on her knife hilt. So they had come to terms. Taylor's naked body would be examined and leered at and his wife or slave or whatever she was (possibly even his sister. Taylor had seen some shit) here would get him off, fueled by the sight of the secret that Taylor had worked so hard at to keep. And then, after he had spilled himself into his slut's mouth or over her hand or whatever, Taylor would dress and leave this house and with any luck, this town entirely. Or so he had said but the light in his eyes said that he might have a different plan. That was alright, though. Taylor was adaptable. Though not in ways that he might like, of course. Taylor had read in an Earth Aleph book that blackmail was the start of a game that would certainly end in at least one person dying and she had a feeling that this was going to be an example of that. It hadn't gotten to that point yet. But from the look in his eyes, it old eventually come up against her own lines she wouldn't cross and then… Well, and then Taylor would see how much she had changed from her time in Brockton Bay.