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Anticipation rose through Twitch chat as Zentreya’s “Stream Starting” overlay and music faded out, and the screen changed to show the inside of a barn, with a stable and bales of hay stacked in the corner. The camera lowered to show the dragon VTuber Zentreya, smiling and doing a little dance. “Hello everybody! Welcome in!” she said in sultry text-to-speech, holding her hands out. From the location and hints of her outfit, something was different about her today, which her knowing viewers’ excitement uncorked through the large waving and heart emojis scrolling up from the chat overlay. Her little gecko—a stand-in for voicing donation comments—was now wearing a cowboy hat, bobbing its head at the lower left-hand corner of the screen, and then spoke: “COWGIRL! COWGIRL! COWGIRL!”
“Like what you see?” Zentreya said, smugly shaking her fingers beside her red pig tails before gliding them down in a self-showcase. She was tan and thicc, with her massive, wobbly breasts squeezed ultra-tight in her bikini top: a star-spangled lasso that lifted her titty meat into a valley of mashing cleavage, infiltrated only by a white-starred neckerchief. The shadow draped beneath them accentuated her gentle tummy before doming out to a set of hips covered in tight muscles and cushy meat. A teeny, pinching thong expressed the broadness of it all, its white stars creeping into her cameltoe. She wore elbow gloves and black leather boots with 70s fringe, the latter stretched to contain thighs that could crush even her strongest chatter’s head like a grape. Zentreya tipped her cowboy hat and tilted her head. “To celebrate springtime, I decided to bring back the cowgirl look! And nobody survives Texas’ scorching heat better than a thick baddie raised on hearty meals and hard play.”
She grabbed the camera and held it close to her boobs and face, and looked up to the lens, her smirk growing as she dragged her fingers down in a V-shape along her mashed cleavage. “And if the outfit isn’t enough for you, then feast your eyes on the new model! I can’t be a Texan bombshell unless I’m packing two hundred pounds of pure polygons in my tits! Look—Jiggle physics!” She pinched the thin strap between her tits and bounced her boobs up and down. Ripples spread like a wildfire down to every corner of plush titty, the waves of her flesh’s movements clipping into her neckerchief. Her smug smirk grew wider, rolling her tongue over her fangs as she watched the chat explode with joyful comments.
The little gecko then spoke: “all boobs no butt same zen”
Zentreya’s smirk vanished as her eye twitched. “Fine. I’ll show you why this model took so long to rig.” She put the camera down and stepped back. Her pigtails and fringe whipped as she spun around, and her ass wobbled into view, one cheek smacking the other off sheer momentum. It was so jiggly that you could count the time it took to settle back into its juicy, curvy forms. Her tail wasn’t even half the width of her butt meat, its tip cracking onto her ass before wrapping beneath the thick hams and jiggling them. “Yeah, that’s right—take a close look at these toasted clap cakes of mine!” she said, looking back at the camera. She thrust her draconic appendage between her cheeks and humped them.
“Mnn, this is sooo fucking exciting,” Zentreya cooed, biting her lip. Donation notifications rang nonstop. “And from the sound of it, you guys love it, too! Let’s pick up the pace and see what a hyper-bouncy model bought on a VTuber salary can do!” Something invisible to the camera creaked as Zentreya raised her left leg and jutted her ass out. She looked back, her red eyes glowing, and slammed her hips down.
WAP. WAP. WAP.
The crisp, crashing sounds of her dragon booty echoed through the room. Her cheeks shook into waves of wobbling, clapping fat, the fleshy ripples coursing down her thighs. “Ohhh yeah, I can’t even see the camera when I start shaking this big ol’ breeding butt,” she purred, slapping her ass hard. “Is the audio picking this up? I’ve been working on my slams, like promised, and I’ve gotten sooo good at it. How about it—every gift sub gets matched with a booty smack. Let’s go until my cheeks are red and raw!” The gecko then spoke:
“Nerf this!”
BRAAPP!
A green gas animation wafted from her buttcheeks. LOLs and laughing emojis erupted from the chat. Zentreya’s face fell, and she stopped dead in her claps. “For fuck’s sake,” she said, and slowly walked into the background with her hands behind her head. She turned back and pointed at the camera. “Shoot that guy! I’m getting rid of that fucking point redeem.” She shrugged it off and spread her arms. “As you can see, I’m trying all sorts of new things today! We have a new outfit and an improved model, and, if you haven’t noticed, the barn I’m in looks pretty realistic, right? That’s because I’m actually in one! I got permission from a ranch owner to convert their barn into a 3D asset and put my setup in here! It fucking reeks of unwashed animals, but I thought this outfit was particularly special and wanted to give it the realism it deserves.”
“On this week of Planet Earth, watch Zentreya as she lives in her natural habitat,” the gecko said.
“Fuck you,” Zentreya said, flipping off chat as she pretended to smack the top of its head. “We made some extra riggings, too—and one is coming this way!” A whinny came from off-screen, and a brown stallion trotted into view. Zentreya scratched under his snout. “This horse’s name is Brutus! The kind farmer said he’s a ‘real prize-winner’ in the real world. Isn’t that right, big boy?” The horse showed his teeth as he whinnied at the camera. She glanced at the chat, a rush of NOOOOOOOOOO and YEE HAWWWW filling the chat, and Zentreya put a hand to her forehead. “Is that seriously where your fucking degen brains are going? I’m the one riding him, not the other way around! I’m on record for not being into that, you know!”
Distressed and horny comments flooded in. Zentreya dragged her hand down her face and sighed. Her gecko then said, “He looks a little blocky.”
“Yeah, we had to upscale the model because Brutus here is too big,” she laughed awkwardly, an unmistakable blush creeping on her face as she glanced up at the looming horse. “I told you that I’m not into horses! And his owner promised that Brutus is very well-behaved. So I bet that he won’t do anything even if I—” Zentreya’s expression changed to one stuck between disgust and horniness as she puffed her chest out and began to bounce, “—start tossing my pheromones around the barn!”
Brutus looked down at her wobbling boobies, grinned, and shoved his snout between them, Zentreya expressing a moment’s shock before his sudden snort sent her squealing. A tremor ran through her cleavage and down the rest of her meaty body. “Get off!” she yelled, grabbing his head and, with teeth clenching effort, pushing him away. Brutus grinned and neighed. The gecko was chain locked in donator comments, saying “Brutus is fucking dope,” “let’s go brutus,” “I wish I were your boobs,” and “WHY A HORSE???”
“That wasn’t intentional! And don’t say ‘Go Brutus!’” He just molested me! I’d never let a massive, hunky horse do that to me!” Zentreya’s voice rose in pitch as her face went redder and redder. She turned as Brutus rubbed against her. “No, Brutus! I didn’t call you over! Stop looking at me like that. No. No. Bad boy! Down! I’ll just—” she grabbed his face, and he whinnied at the contact, “—push you away again—” she pushed at him, and he didn’t budge, “—and I’ll call you over later! Dammit, I’ll be the laughingstock of r/LivestreamFail!”
“Kiss the Wendy’s girl, Brutus,” the gecko said.
Brutus’ eyes narrowed in glee. He stuck his tongue out, and—
“MMMPPHHH!”
—shoved his tongue into her mouth! His snout pressed against her face, huffing and puffing through his nostrils. Her throat bulged, and she quickly took off her hat and hid her face from the chat. The slobber quieted, though something wet squelched from behind the scenes. Saliva dripped onto her breasts. Zentreya’s free hand darted below what the camera could see, and a second squelching noise rose. Huffs of “Hhhoohh,” and “Hnnggghh,” made it through in text-to-speech. Then, after a long, loving sluuuuurrrrrppppp, she began bobbing her head.
“Mmmph! Mmmph! Glrrrk!”
Comments consisting of “HOLY SHIT” and “wtf I’m getting cucked by a horse” filled the chat, and donations poured in, though this was now an excuse to pass unfiltered misogynistic comments through the gecko. Zentreya’s wrist weakened, revealing her dreamy, stupid expression. She rolled her tongue over Brutus’ nostrils, and the sucking resumed, her eyes narrowing to lustful crescents before glancing out at the camera, seeing that she was on-screen, and snapping back to reality. She winced and, with one final shhhhhllluurrrrpppp, threw her head back. Saliva and horse snot bridged from his muzzle to her face. “Fuuuck!” Zentreya cried, her moan coming out as a gurgle from all the molasses-thick saliva in her mouth. Her eyes shook as she chewed it down, the strings breaking between her teeth and splatting onto her chin, and she swallowed. “I can’t believe I was just throat-fucking a goddamn horse tongue!”
Zentreya drank from her water bottle and swished it in her mouth before spitting it onto the floor. After a moment of (pretend) dry heaving, she wiped her mouth and looked back at the camera. “Fucking scumbag horse, snaking around my insides with that long, thick tongue! Who animated our models to do that, huh? That, uh, totally didn’t happen in real life! And when did VRChat add spit bridging physics!?” Her eyes darted from his face to something below. She was heaving, her flame sacs a mess of spit as they jiggled in the tight top.
“Damn you really enjoyed that.”
“Fuck yeah,” she absentmindedly said. Zentreya couldn’t even muster a follow-up, her eyelashes fluttering as she gazed at the muscular male breathing on her face. “I spend way too much time inside; there’s no way I’m so pent up that this filthy animal is swooning me. But its not like humans can handle my greedy dragon pussy.” She whispered to herself, though it caught clearly in the audio and overhead text: “That wasn’t enough for me. Damn horse, getting my loins all riled up. This could end my career, but… Fuck, there’s no going back now.” Zentreya grabbed the camera and grinned. “Hey, chat! Let’s get a close-up shot of what this four-legged Adonis thinks of the new model!”
She put her hat on a batch of hay and kneeled, getting up close and personal with the underside of this stallion. Her jaw dropped at the behemoth of an equine erection. “Jesus fuck, chat, I can’t believe how big Brutus is!” she mewled. Thick rings separated the labyrinth of wriggling veins, all beefed up on testosterone. If Zentreya’s squatting figure was broad, plump, and as a stray chatter previously described her, ‘stupid,’ then this cock was the type of muscle to bash her straight brainless; a throbbing slab as girthy as an oak, and as long as she was tall. It was a monster cock that earned having a pair of black, cantaloupe-sized nuts hanging underneath, the smooth sack stretched taut with how bloated it was with cum.
“Mm, I can smell the sweat down here!” Zentreya said. “I bet this beast’s been plowing through a line of mares in the back, and this may be a stretch, but I think he sees this noble dragon as his post-clarity breeding mount. And sheesh, the length on this guy! Now that’s a prize-winner for you! This alpha stud’s cock is, nngh, fuck, bigger than I can count!” She lolled her tongue over the head. “Holy shit, I need to slurp-fuck this oversized flare—look at how bulbous this fucker is—but there’s no way I’d ever get that in my mouth. Not my upper one, anyway...”
Zentreya fell silent for a moment, pursing her lips as she glided her hands along the absurd length, before moving to his nuts and sucking in air. Her moan crumbled as she squeezed it with both hands. “Hhhooo, shit! This dense, leathery skin molds like fucking clay!” she said, pressing and molesting the bloated spheres. “His sperm is boiling on my palms! Just how fucking chunky is the gravel brewing inside of this bull’s ballsack!?”
The gecko then said: “geckoSmash geckoSmash geckoSmash” as chatters began spamming an emoji of the gecko punching the air.
“I’m not fucking a horse,” Zentreya yelled, “or punching its balls! but I know what I can do...” She leaned in and, after a moment’s hesitation, shoved her face into the massive nuts, and, calling upon a dragon’s lung capacity, let out a rippling SNNNOOOOOOOORRRRRTTTTT so loud that the camera shuddered. Zentreya screamed out a moan, her hips buckling and wiggling for the camera as love juices squirted straight through her thong. “Nngghhhh! Fuck, he smells revolting! It reeks like he dragged his dirty nuts all over the goddamn barnyard! Ugghhh, his sperm-stench is prodding my brain!” Her ass was thrusting into the air as she hyperventilated the fumes, and her tongue darted between the creases, raising on his sack before slathering it up the center. “It’s only proper for a dragon to teach savages how to clean up their hygiene, so, mmm, fuck, I’m gonna groom these stank-ass droopers until every single speck of sweat and grime is clogging my throat! Cheer me on with gift subs and donos!”
Zentreya worked her tongue like a dirty rag, scrubbing down the clay boulders top to bottom and in-between, and every time she found a particularly dirty spot, her hips would wiggle in the air, and she’d moan into his nuts and force her tongue further between his creases. She eyed the camera as she reached the underside and slurped the sweat from the seam and, with a naughty gleam, began to nibble on the skin. Brutus snorted and stomped his foot. “You’re ticklish, aren’t you, boy?” Zentreya cooed, her lips curling into a grin. She lifted a finger to the camera and began to tickle his nuts. Brutus huffed and neighed, his cock pulsating and throbbing, and his head darted about as he thrashed in place. “Mm, you like that? My mouth can’t get around that throbber, but don’t think a dragoness can’t coax the cum outta some oversized sperm tanks!”
Baring her fangs, Zentreya took the nuts into her mouth and scraped them against her teeth. “Ooooh, yeah,” she purred, her ass shaking and tail slithering behind it, “These fucking bowling balls needed me to pull out the heavy-duty equipment, didn’t they? Using a fair dragon’s teeth as trowels—the nerve of some studs. Mmphh, no worries—I’m not mad. Chat’s too busy beating their meat to tease me for sucking on horse nuts, anyway.”
Thick spit bridges clung to Zentreya’s lips as she pulled away and fell to the floor. Saliva dripped from the polish job. “Whew! My lips are numb from all that beast worship. I’d call that a job well done, don’t you think? Just look at those balls glisten! I’m gonna need to gargle three bottles of mouthwash after this stream.” She brought the camera close and pulled her mouth open. Light glinted down her mouth and throat. “All that nasty ball-crud’s violating the walls of my throat, and I bet it's gonna take hours to get it all out of my pretty maw. Nff, I can taste his musk in my mouth.”
Her eyes flickered, and the intense lust in them slowly faded. Horror and regret washed over her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! What the fuck did I just do on stream!?” She crawled back to the pile of hay and put her hat back on. “Okay, stream’s over! That’s the end of the outfit reveal! How have I not gotten banned yet?” she said, despite several usernames with wrench icons spamming the same emotes as the rest of the chat. “I’m never doing a reveal like this again, so you better appreciate it—”
Brutus bit her hat, pulled it off her head, and flipped it onto his.
“Hey! Don’t touch that!” Zentreya yelled as she took it back from him, blushing at the saliva on the rim before fitting her horns through the gaps. “Moving everything out of here is going to be a nightmare, what with this horse eye-fucking me.” She looked at the chat and raised an eyebrow. “What? ‘Cowboy hat rule’? What are you on about, chat?”
“You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy,” the gecko said. Zentreya put a hand to her hip and raised the other in a shrug. “So what? It’s my hat, you know,” she said, curling her lip. “It doesn’t count if he stole it and put it on.” Her eyes suddenly shot wide: the subscribe count had skyrocketed far beyond her daily goal, and the viewer count, let alone the donation thanks list... she gulped. Brutus snuck his tongue back into her mouth.
SCHLOP! SCHLOPP! SPLAP! SLAAPP! SCHLOP!
The chat was a blur of unloaded messages as hundreds of thousands of viewers watched Zentreya hold Brutus’ hind legs and ride him cowgirl, feet firm and tail tied around him as she slammed her massive ass onto his hips. Her gut-wrenching moans caught in the microphone but got lost on the overhead text, a robotic aaaahhhhh repeating over and over again. Every fertile smack against the back of her womb sent a tsunami rolling across her fleshy body, not to mention the stretching, her stomach little more than a tube of horse meat. Consistency was impossible, with the dragon girl struggling to even stay squatting, let alone pull out the amount of cock needed to seriously cleave her guts, but even forcing a few inches of his tube out was enough to cruch her pussy and make her cum her brains out.
“Nnnfffuuuuuck, I can’t even bounce on this cock without feeling like he’s gonna punch through my stomach!” Zentreya lurched and groaned. She tried to raise her hips higher, managing to get only a quarter of the length out of her before the swollen flare scraped her inner walls. Her ass crashed back down, her entire body shaking from the impact. “God, this cock feels fucking amazing!” she squealed. “Fuck the chat, fuck Twitch, and fuck the sponsors! I can’t stream with anything smaller, ever; I’m turning into a size queen for horse schlong!” She glared at the camera, suddenly picking up the pace. “And you, chat—you stupid fucks, egging me on! ‘Fuck him.’ ‘Fuck him.’ ‘Fuck the horse, Zen, you already put its balls in your mouth.’ You didn’t think I’d really do it—but here I am, getting fucking wrecked on the best dick I’ve had in my life! Who’s laughing now?! Haha—Nngh!” His horse meat bulged her tummy as her legs kicked up in spasming orgasm.
“Go ahead—clip me as I’m twerking on this fat fucking log!” she yelled, and raised her hips, a wap wap wap replacing the guttural smacks and claps as she bounced and grinded on him. “It’s a good thing that my fat fucking ass can handle a mega-sized horse cock, because in not, fuck, chat, hentai artists and smut writers would’ve been lying to us! And if they were lying, my horse-riding bit wouldn’t have turned into straddling a stallion in a nasty-ass barn! This really is my natural habitat! I’m just a broodmare for horse studs! Hnnngghh, come on,” she clenched her teeth and growled, “Fucking knock me up already, Brutus! My ovaries want to suck up all your sperm!” Brutus began huffing and puffing, and Zentreya screamed. She grabbed his chest and bent closer. “Yeah, look me in the eye, bitch—you got nothing to show this bitchy breeding mount? C’moooonnn! Gimme your fucking stud cum!”
With a powerful final thrust that nearly bucked Zentreya off of him, Brutus whinnied as his balls clenched: semen blasted like a shotgun into her womb, expanding her belly like she’d spent weeks chugging G Fuel. “They added cum inflation, tooooo?” she mewled, her voice raising beyond the text-to-speech’s limits, with her shock returning in a dirt-mired gurgling of crud and cum. Semen blasted out from every hole on her body, the literal cum chunks spilling like gunk with every buckling thrust, and she fell off the horse and onto her back. Her teary-eyed, dumbly grinning face lay exposed to the camera, her body twitching as the horse continued dumping his loads into her. “Haah, hahh...” Zentreya panted, the cum from her mouth spilling over the snotty seed hanging from her nose. “Wow, the dono notification’s going nuts—it’s ringing as fast as my prostate’s clenching! Nggghhh, fuck, Brutus shot his seed straight into my ovaries... guess it’s time we see if a dragon can stuff her womb with foals...”
Through the barely functioning text-to-speech, one final comment made it onto the stream:
“Yee Haw for the boys!”
Zentreya held up V-signs and made an ahegao face.
“Yee haw, pardners!”
The stream shut off, and a notification appeared:
This channel is currently unavailable due to a violation of Twitch’s Community Guidelines or Terms of Service.
(It would be later revealed that this ban was prompted by animal cruelty reports sent from viewers concerned for the horse’s safety. Zentreya was unbanned two weeks later, adding another bullet to the rotation of easy jokes to pay her to be read aloud—especially when she would later take breaks during the middle of the stream to breastfeed her “hatchlings”)