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Summer time in Ylisse. The skies are clear, the weather pleasant, and for once a war wasn’t currently raging. With the war with Plegia ended in decisive Ylissean victory, and the mounting offence toward Valm not yet deployed, peace reigned over the nation for the time being. With no immediate threat the people and animals of the kingdom were left free to do the number one spring past time of all medieval civilizations throughout history:
Fuck.
Two couples of Ylisse’s elite guard, the Shepards, had already embraced this well honored past time. The Exalt Chrom and his wife Robin already welcomed their darling princess, Lucina, into the world; the conception of the future princess having been upon the field the Mad King was slain. A “power move” as the fallen king’s own head mage described it when suggesting it. According to her, peace terms in Plegia were traditionally decided over three-ways. The Plegian in their party claimed to know of such a practice, but the recently crowned tactician queen saw no problem with it. The other couple-
“Fucking seed me, Farm boy!”
“Oh such a De-MAND-ing little bunny rabbit. You know what we do with bad bunnies like you back on the far-“
“CUT THE ROLEPLAY AND FUCKING FILL ME!”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Panne, the last of the tanguel, stood on the balls of her feet and balled up fists on her and her husband’s shared bed in their humble warren/farmhouse on the outskirts of the main castle town. Through her as back into her working man’s powerful thrust. His mighty man-hood piercing her wet pussy as her fur covered cheeks slammed into his pelvis.
All the other Shepards had held off on dating, let alone marriage, with the pending war. The women of the Shepards had missed their opportunity to conceive, birth, and recuperate in time to venture off into a war so they had held off on such things until peace could return. So that Ylisse didn’t lose half of their best soldiers to the maternity ward. Panne didn’t particularly care to go off and fight in another of “man’s wars.” Risking her life and fate of her species for a conflict she little to no stake in.
“Pull my ears!”
“Uh, you want me to-?”
“PULL ME BY MY EARS AND SLAP MY ASS!”
Following her orders, Donnel pulled his bestial wife by the base of her ears. Yanking her neck up. With the accompanying spank sending her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
With her original warren wiped out by Mans’ Wars, Panne’s new purpose was to have as many children as possible. Though they would never be full blooded tanguel born of human seed, she loved her husband as a strong and capable man. One who was as in-tuned with nature as her people. Though their tanguel heritage would diminish as generations went on, she would be proud to know that she and her children would not be the end of her people. She would pass down their culture through them, and through their children the story and history of the proud tanguel people would survive.
“Sugar Bun, I’m about to-“
“BLAST AND FILL ME!”
Shoving his wide length to the back of her canal, Donnel unleashed a torrent of his heirs into his hare wife. Panne’s eye’s rolling again as she came from the climax of conception. Her child, first of many, would be the first in a long line to seed the land with Tanguel heritage. A proud spawn indeed.
***
“You are the single most pathetic excuse for a Tanguel I have ever seen in my days.” Panne yelled at her grown son, Yarne.
One day soon after, not even far enough along to confirm if she truly had been impregnated, another tanguel showed up claiming to be Panne’s son from the future. The same fallen future the warrior Marth, recently revealed to be the Princess Lucina all grown up, had come from. While Donnel was surprised at first, Panne almost immediately knew that timid rabbit man at her door step was her child.
And she was immediately disappointed.
“How many women have you conceived children with?” was the first the first thing she asked him. Literally, on first seeing him her opening remark to him was that.
“Are you sure you wanna open with THAT Sugar-“ Donnel started to interject.
“Quite husband,” Panne cut him off.
“Yes dear.”
There was an awkward pause.
“Uh…. None?” Yarne answered finally. His ears drooping.
“And yet you are 20 years of age?” His mother walked closer to him.
“I… yes, my 21st birthday will be nine months from-“
“A tanguel male can produce offspring as early as his 13th birthday. Even if you have only one mate, you should have produced at least SEVEN offspring by now,” Panne glowered at him.
“Well 13 is a bit young to be raising children-“
“You could have inseminated an older woman. Like Tharja. I’m sure she would still be unmarried and have some good eggs left by then,” Panne said with a stomp.
“Well she was kind of… unapproachable-“
“Then the rowdy yet muscular Sully? Or the classy, romantic, FAT ASSED Sumia. Olivia literally SHAKES her birthing hips for money with practically nothing in them,” Panne listed. “You tell me in thirteen years’ time that woman still won’t have the beauty and skill to drive any able bodied man into fuck-drunk frenzy?! That a woman who invented new ways to gyrate her wide birthing hips yet is too timid to even approach a man couldn’t be mounted and claimed by the powerful heat of a tanguel man in his sexual PRIME?!”
Donnel made a note of his wife’s description of Olivia.
“Well you see, I didn’t-“ Yarne sputtered out.
“Have you ever even asked a girl out?” Panne asked.
“…No,” Yarne responded. Taking us back to where we began.
“You are the single most pathetic excuse for a Tanguel I have ever seen in my days.”
“Panne! This is OUR boy!” Donnel finally stood up for his son. “How can you say such things about him?”
“Very easily,” Yarne answered for her. They both turned their attention back to him. “Mother would always… get like this in mating season. Short, and direct, but… that was just because she was scared.” he looked away. Rubbing his arm.
Panne’s expression softened. Ever so slightly.
“She, you…” Yarne was having trouble saying it. It was Donnel who first figured out what he was referring too. What Lucina had described.
“How old were you?” asked Donnel.
“I was 12 when… IT happened.”
Panne’s expression went sharp. Her eyes focused on the horizon. On her own mortality, but more importantly on her son. This small creature on her doorstep was her son. A boy who was never allowed to become a man by the world he grew up in. He deserved better from her than just a lecture and a beast stone. He was her baby, and it was her duty to show him the way of the world. “So… 12 years then?”
“Yes. You tried to explain it to me at one point, but I was just a kid so I never…” His mouth was dry. Palms heavy and knees weak. “I never really had a chance to… figure it out.”
“I see,” Panne’s expression went stern. “Then I will simply have to show you.”
“-! What?!” Yarne jumped back in surprise.
“Sugar Bun, you don’t mean-“ Donnel started to ask, but he was already doing warm-up stretches.
“Henry! Stop hiding in our briar patch,” Panne ordered.
“Yes! Boss!” saluted Henry. Shooting out of the brambles that circled the partially underground farm house.
“AAAA! The Demon!” shouted Yarne as he jumped five up and away.
“Oh you’re from one of THOSE futures,” Henry smiled.
“I know you are well versed in arcane and forbidden arts, mage,” Panne explained as she walked towards the most recent recruit of the Shepards. “And I also know that watch me and my husband mate.”
“He WHAT?!” It was Donnel’s turn to jump.
“Not just you guys,” Henry corrected. “You should see the freaky shit Stahl gets up to.”
“I’d rather not,” Panne stated flatly. “In exchange for not striking you down immediately in the up-coming naval battle, I would like you to make productive use of your skills and give me a penis.”
“…I am very confused,” admitted Donnel.
“If our son is to learn how to mate as a tanguel man he must learn how to use his tool. And since he cannot intuit I will have to provide a visual demonstration,” Panne declared.
“That’s not what I- you don’t have to do tha-“ Yarne started.
“Nonsense!” Panne cut him off with the flat of her palm. “It is the fault of my future self for not taking these actions when she could. Therefore I must ensure that I do them while I still draw breath.”
“Uh…” Yarne stammered. Looking to his father for advice, but only getting a shrug and the universal male facial expression for “don’t even try to stop her” in return.
“Sorry, can’t,” Henry said. “Unless you want me to wipe him from the time-space continuum, that is,” pointing to Yarne.
“Please don’t!”
“Why not, dark mage?” Panne asked.
“I can’t really go changing how any part of your reproductive system works while you’re pregnant without voiding out said pregnancy,” Henry explained as he finally stepped out of the briar patch. “And because TIME doing so would wipe the entire reason for making such a decision, your beta cuck son, from existence. Thus creating a paradox, thus making things VERY unpleasant.”
“How unpleasant?” Panne asked.
“The entire world would twist itself into a 4D knot and then explode,” Henry explained.
“That does sound very unpleasant,” Panne folded her arms to think. “Hmmmm….”
“Uh, Sugar Bun,” Donnel started. “Maybe we don’t need to use such… heretical methods for teaching our son about the plow hands and the stable girls.”
“…your mother wasn’t very creative in her euphemisms, huh?” remarked Henry. Very few things could confuse or surprise him, but Donnel’s country expressions caught even him off guard.
“I have it!” Panne declared. “Remove my son’s reproductive system, and attach it to my own. Just slightly above.”
“WHAT?!” shouted Donnel and Yarne.
“Now you’re thinking with portals!” Henry gave a thumbs up to the plan. “Meet me at Tharja’s in about two hours. It’s a bit of a procedure, and I’ll need some things that only she can provide. At least as far as Ylisse is concerned.”
“Very well, perverted master of the arcane,” Panne acknowledged with a bow. “We will see you then.”
“Ballin! Later, taters!” Henry snapped his fingers at them as he faded out with a sparkle of light.
“Uh, Sugar Bun-“
“Mom! PLEASE do not make me go through one of Henry’s crazy experiments. Laurent was never the same after Henry tried to explain multi-dimensional geometry to him with a pineapple?”
“What in blazes is a ‘pine-apple?’” asked Panne with a raised eyebrow.
“I don’t know, and I didn’t want to find out. Nor do I want to find out the hard way today!”
“Hm… well too bad. Nothing to be done about it,” Panne brushed off his concerns. “You are a tanguel male of breeding age and it is many years past the point you learn how to start acting like one. Donnel, prepare several drams of water for when we arrive. The boy will need to be shown the importance of proper hydration as well.”
“Ah…. Yes, Sugar Bun,” Donnel decided it was best not to think to hard about all this. He had learned a long time ago that once his wife set her mind to something not even the Divine Dragon could convince her to stop. So he resigned himself to at least find some level of comfort in the fact that whoever she fucks they’ll at least be on the receiving end, and purely for educational purposes. Allegedly.
***
Tharja’s new place of residence was tucked away in the back alleys of the main castle town. Though she lived in the bright and sunny dessert her entire life she had always made the effort to cloak herself in as much darkness whenever possible. Naturally, an apartment where the only entrance and windows opened to a narrow alley that only let light shine in for two minutes a day at high noon was perfect for her. Panne, Yarne, and Donnel all arrived promptly two hours later in the day per Henry’s instructions. Donnel and Panne carrying several water skins full of water with little effort, while Yarne was barely able to carry one.
“Shouldn’t we knock?” asked Yarne walking up to the door.
“You don’t want to do that with Henry,” Donnel explained. “One time I went to knock on the door to his room at an inn to tell him supper was ready and he-“
The door swung open and knocked Yarne onto the ground. Slamming into his head, and then his back onto the ground.
“BUENOS NACHOS!” Henry greeted the family.
“That,” Donnel finished.
“Come in, perverted rabbit woman and family!” Henry motioned with wide hand gestures as Donnel helped his son up. “Come in so you can cum inside!”
Panne paid no mind to neither her struggling son, nor Henry’s terrible pun. She just placed the water sacks on what an empty table and began looking for Tharja. She was not in the front area of her house. “Where is the wench?”
“Tharjy will be joining us later on in the process,” Henry explained as Donnel and Yarne walked into the dark abode. Similarly placing the water on the table. “I will administer the first part of the spell, while she’ll deal with the second.”
“…That seems reasonable,” Panne nodded.
“Sure was nice of Miss Tharja to help us out with this on such short notice,” Donnel heartedly proclaimed.
“Yes. Completely voluntarily,” Henry added.
“…Yes. That’s what I said?” Donnel backed away slowly.
“ANYWAY! Panne if you could step into THIS circle,” Henry pointed to a circle drawn on the floor. The design inside the main circle was two smaller circles with an oval extending out between them. “And Yarne can step in THIS circle.” Yarne’s design was much more intricate. Like the face of a smiling man with well coifed hair, but eyes that were cold and dead.
While Panne immediately did as instructed Yarne had his normal trepidations. “Why is it looking at me like that?” Yarne asked.
“You’ll find out in a bit,” Henry proclaimed as he pushed Yarne into the circle.
“Oof!”
“Alright you two I’m going to need you both to A-pose,” Henry illustrated, and mother and son mirrored him. “Great! Now the first thing both of you are going to feel is a SLIGHT pinch!”
*SNAP*
There was indeed a slight pinch.
“AAAARGGHHH!” “Hen-RYYYYYY?!”
Followed immediately by searing burning from each of their groins. Yarne felt his penis and gonads fold in on themselves beneath his fur. Panne, conversely, felt her clitoris burn like it was being pulled on a chain by seven rabid horses. All at once, as quickly as it began, the pain dissipated with final *SCHLOOP* from Yarne, and a loud.
“RAAAAAAAAAGH!” Panne roared like no rabbit ever had before as her clitoris exploded into a fully erect cock. Complete with lapine gonads. She looked down at the spire of masculinity jutting force from her hips. Pulsing red, twelve inches in length easy, and with a bulbous knot at the bottom. Perfect for ensuring insemination in any female. She grasped it in both hands. Savoring the filling of the pulsating warmth in her hands. “You have a tool such as THIS, and you have to mate a single woman? You are more helpless than I thought, Yarne.”
“I-it doesn’t normally get THAT big,” Yarne stammered in disbelief.
“The spell doesn’t exactly transfer one-to-one,” Henry explained. “Equipment transfers make slight alterations so that the rest of the body doesn’t outright reject the new part.”
“So you are saying if I had my own cock, it would be naturally bigger than my own son’s?” Panne asked.
“That’s the easy way of explaining it,” Henry shrugged. “It has to do with brain chemistry, the fight-or-flight reflex specifically. Because Yarne-No-Balls over here is all flight your more fight oriented body went into overdrive on testosterone production. Hence, bigger dick!”
“That is… a satisfactory explanation,” Panne all but grunted out. Still focused on her new cock. “But you said the spell isn’t complete yet. What will Tharja’s part do?”
“Oh her job,” Henry winked as he stepped over a curtain, at the side of the room the family hadn’t noticed yet. He grabbed the curtain. “Is to deal with the aftermath!” And pulled it aside.
Revealing a naked Tharja bound and gagged. Her hands wrapped behind her back, and her ankles chained in such a way that she was lifted off the table with her legs splayed wide apart. Giving all of the unwelcomed guests in her housed a clear view of her virgin vagina.
“I AM GOING TO RIP OUT YOUR RIBS AND BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH THEM HENRY!” Tharja would have screamed were it not for the gag in her mouth, so instead it just came out as loud shrieks.
“I don’t think I need to explain what happens now,” Henry said before exiting the scene.
“Uh, how does he do that?” Yarne asked.
“Pay no more mind to that multi-dimensional maleficence, my spawn,” Panne announced with a low, almost baritone growl. Ripping off what little clothes she wore. Revealing her perky breasts, and shredded abs. Now as naked as her prey, she stalked towards Tharja.
“AANE?! OON! IMM AIEING YELF UR OBIN!” Tharja pleaded through her gag.
*STOMP*
Rattled the table as Panne leapt into the air and landed squatting on the table. The way Tharja was positioned made it so her magically enhanced meat landed on top of Tharja’s plump pussy with a wet
*SLAP*
“I’ll give that slant eyed miscreant this,” Panne started rubbed her hands and furry face up and down the inside of Tharja’s sides. “He certainly knows how to plate up a dish.”
Tharja hated how the lick of lips, combined with the hot rod of masculinity laying on top of her mound actually made her wet.
“Listen well, my welp!” she beckoned Yarne to come closer. “Normally, the first lesson would be foreplay, but seeing as this prey was prepared ahead of time *shudder* and because I’m FUCKING HUNGRY, we’ll skip right to the main event.”
Tharja shook and tremble. Her eyes darting around the room, pleading for help from the other two. She had no idea who this other Tanguel was, but surely Donnel, a fellow Shepard would help-
*CLICK*
Donnel left the house. He felt wrong for what his wife was about to do to another woman, but he knew she was convinced this was what was best for their son and her species. He was also a smart enough man to not fight a battle he had no chance of winning.
Tharja gulped.
“Watch closely.”
“AAAAAAAAAAA” Tharja screamed as her eyes rolled back from the twelve inches of hot, pulsating rabbit dick that was just shoved into her virgin pussy. Panne’s knot holding the blood from her destroyed hymen inside. She gripped onto the pale mage’s thighs as began to rock her hips forcefully.
“Ah, so you were a virgin?” Panne said with a cocky eye-brow. Even having only just gained a cock, the tightness of the pussy she was pounding was unmistakable. “You may be the perfect place to start after all, Tharja,” Panne teased.
“MMMMPHMHM!” Tharja squealed.
“So for a virgin maiden, spawn,” Panne addressed Yarne, who was having a very hard time actually looking at his mother right now. “You will first have to anticipate the constricting tightness. Even my own first time, before I met your father, I held onto his cock like a vice,” she wiggled her hips. Stirring up Tharja as she recalled her second date with her first love. “And human women, *geh*, are even TIGHTER it seems, GAH!” Panne allowed herself to momentarily focus on just the pleasure of it all.
The grip of a woman around her shaft. ‘No wonder the men were so horny all year round’ Panne thought. ‘This sensation is intoxicating. And the power I feel…’ she looked down at Tharja, her fellow soldier in arms, writhing and hog-tied beneath her. The way her mid-section writhed with each thrust. Her the sweat rolled off her heavy breasts. Falling up towards her face with each thrust powered swing. They would grow larger still with her child growing inside her.
And how could she forget her face? Tharja was a dour woman by her nature. Panne recognized the woman as extremely fertile when the turn-coat first joined them, though it took a fair bit of work to realize that as she largely kept her hips and bust hidden beneath her cloak. Despite the dessert heat. It was when she first tried to hit on Robin that the Shepards got the full display of how drop-dead gorgeous the mad mage was despite her gloomy appearance. Helped by the fact that under her cloak she wore a mesh body suit that revealed all the curves and details of her succulent body. With only the bare minimum to cover her obscenity otherwise.
Many men, mostly Virion, had tried to woo the mad magical woman after seeing what she hid below that over-sized cape, but she only ever showed interest in Robin; another woman. Panne thought it was shame that body as fertile as Tharja’s would be wasted in pursuit of a same-sex relationship, but at the time that was mostly just the ever present background concerns for carrying on her own species.
But NOW? Now Panne had the equipment needed to do something about it. To put someone as breedable as Tharja to use!
Panne threw her weight down onto the mage. Their breasts pressing together has her cock pressed deeper into the woman below. She breathed deeply of Tharja’s scent. “I never thought much of you before, Tharja,” Panne admitted. Rubbing her tits on hers from side to side. Their nipples teasing each other. “But now that I’ve gotten to… know you so closely, I must admit your natural scent is quite intoxicating.”
Tharja had been applying a perfume said to attract women. Judging by the looks she had been getting from Maribelle it worked as advertised, just not on the white-haired woman she wanted it to.
“It’s almost a shame that you will never smell of it again,” Panne chuckled. “Once a female tanguel was been claimed, they will smell of their lover for a year. So that other males would not try to take what is not theirs.”
Tharja’s eyes crossed as the gyrating thrusts Panne had been giving her suddenly spiked in violent power. Now more slams than anything. Her body wanted to give way, but the chains and the tight fit around the knot kept her in place.
“I have a species to repopulate,” Panne said with a menacing glare. “Once you give birth to our first child, I will give you another.”
Yarne gulped. “Uh, wouldn’t my p-penis be-“
“And another!” Panne slammed her hips down as hard as she could. Bouncing Tharja’s ass off the table with a harsh slap.
“And another!” Another slam and bounce.
“AND ANOTHER STILL!” Panne kicked her legs out. Into the chains around Tharja’s ankles. The pieces of the table the attached to broke off with them. Tharja was now laying flat on the table and able to kick her legs freely, but Panne had dropped all of her weight into pinning Tharja to the table.
“MMMMMMMPHHH!MMMMM!” Tharja wailed through the gag. Her body spasming from the pain and the pleasure as her legs kicked wildly. The chains eventually swinging up to hit Panne in her own leg.
“OH! My first love did always say I was cuter when I was feisty. Makes the rush of POWER feel all the more intoxicating,” she smiled as she impressed herself more on the curvaceous Plegiain. Even Yarne knew her mother had stopped thinking of the lesson a while ago and now was simply focused-
“YES!” On
“Do you feel it pulse within you?” the
“Is your body prepared?” act of
“To TAKE MY SEED!” Breeding.
Tharja’s legs swung up and wrapped around Panne’s waist. Now she was the one pinned inside her.
“AAAAAAAAAA!” Panne roared in a way that wild beasts do.
“MMMMMMMMMMMM!” Tharja’s head spun as she screamed. From both the rush of her orgasm, and the pressure of Panne biting her neck.
*Glug. Glug. Glug.*
Potent tanguil seed rushed to fill Tharja’s womb. Panne’s knot deflated and she quickly raised herself up. Tharja’s now limp legs doing nothing to hold her in. She pulled her cock out while it was still blasting, and jerked herself off over Tharja’s barely conscience body.
“This is to ensure your mate is properly marked with your scent. Inside,”
Panne looked over Tharja’s exhausted body. The bite mark, a visible branding though Panne begrudged that it would mostly be hidden on the collar of her cape. The heaving undulations of her breasts as she gasped for air through her nose, and the trail of cum that led down to her snatch now packed with Panne’s grandchildren/Yarne’s siblings. “And out.”
Panne’s focus returned to her mate’s red face. “Here. Let me remove that gag.” Panne cut the material with her claw.
“*PLEUGH!*” Tharja spat out the gag. “I get… to choose…. Their class,” she breathed out.
“My, so demanding,” Panne was actually impressed Tharja was still able to form full sentences. Panne shrugged; it was her first time too, after all. She would have to practice her technique. “But fair enough.”
Panne jumped off the table, and began picking up her clothes. Her semi-hard cock still swinging in the breeze. “Come, Yarne,” she ordered as she picked up one of the water skins off Tharja’s table and chugged most of it before spilling the rest over herself. She picked another and tossed it on top of Tharja.
“OOF!”
And made her way over to the door not even fully dressed. “We are going to the castle training grounds.”
“Uh, I hazard to guess,” Yarne stammered as he walked away from the most likely impregnated mage. He left a blanket over her at least. “But what for?”
“Why to TRAIN, obviously.”
***
Sully was a proud cavalry warrior of the Ylissian Royal Army, and part of a pair of elite riders in the Shepards. A proud tradition carried on from the time of the Hero-King. She was also the token tomboy of the group. Short hair and a focus on muscles over beauty in appearance. Not much in the way of breasts, but a gut that put down more ale than any man in Ylisse. (Well, besides Gregor, but they weren’t entirely sure he was human.)
Being a woman who worked with horses had come with the standard types of jokes one would normally expect, but most of the men who said such things often found themselves upside down in barrel of dung afterwards.
“What kind of freak do you meat heads think I am?” she would yell at them. “You think just because I work with animals means I just get on the ground and take it from just any old beast?! You’re just cowards who know they could never handle a REAL woman!”
Unfortunately for Sully’s pride, she was now on prone on the ground and taking a massive rabbit penis through to her womb.
She really should asked more questions about where that male Tanguel had come from if Panne was the last of her kind, or why they were carrying so much water with them, but when Panne finally offered her the chance to go one on one with her in her full beast mode, Sully could hardly refuse.
“UGH! AH! So- DEEP!”
The battle had been brief. Sully thought she being able to hook onto Panne’s expanded leather armor with her lance would give her leverage, but what it really did was give Panne an easy way to throw her up in the air. By rising up on her hind legs Panne lifted Sully up. Well, more so she flung the ginger tomboy into the air.
“OOF! It’s… crushing… my…. GUTS!”
Sully had trained with the Pegasus knights for most of her career though, so it was nothing to spin herself in the air. Aiming herself to drill kick Panne in the head, but she was unaware of just how quickly tanguel could turn on a dime. Where once had been Panne’s head were now her back feet aimed up at her, and between them “Is that-?”
“HOW! In FUCK?!”
Sully’s legs collided with Panne’s much stronger ones and she was launched again, this time like a trebuchet. Send her flying on her back on a shallow arc that left her to skid on her back. Tearing at the material of her pants around her rear. With lance still hooked onto Panne she had to scramble to her feet. To be able to run for another lance.
“Do- YOUOOOWWW?!”
But Panne had a rabbit’s quickness and jump height, and before Sully could make it to the weapons rack, 1600 pounds of tanguel dropped onto Sully. Not striking anyone part of her, but more so flattening her out beneath the beast. Face down, Sully couldn’t see her opponent, but she could feel here. Hear her panting, her boasts of “I win,” but more than that she felt something hot and pulsating laying on her back. Long enough to go from the swell of her cheeks to the base of her shoulder blades. She felt Panne rear up her hips. She wasn’t quite sure how ripped her pants had gotten, but it was at least enough
*RIIIIP**SQUELCH*
“HAVE A COCK?!” Sully shouted as her box was pulverized. She was a hardy woman, maybe even the most fit and muscular member of the shepards, but there wasn’t a keggle regiment on the planet that could prepare a human female to take the full might of a tanguel beast cock. The thing felt like it was the size and weight of her leg and three times as thick. Having something that immense shoved into any hole should have otherwise killed a person instantly. To be stretched that much shouldn’t have filled her, but ripped her in two. All before the humping started.
“I’m just relieved that didn’t split her in two,” Yarne remarked as he watched. Notes in hand.
“Typically she would,” announced Henry. Suddenly appearing out of a pile in one of the nearby empty stables much to Yarne’s loud surprise. “At least historically. Evolving alongside humans and being able to inter-breed, the beast tangeul penis is actually fairly squishable even when fully erect.”
“AAAA~A~A~A~A~AI!!” Sully screamed as Panne roared and picked up the pace.
“And normally that’s all a male would insert into the human female,” Henry continued. “But since I knew the Easter Bunny over there would go a BIT further than that when searching for eggs, I added a bit elasticity to it.”
“Is that how she’s-“ Donnel pointed to his wife mounted on top of their comrade. No longer thrusting her hips but rather bouncing on the balls of her feet as her cock sprung in and out of Sully like a particularly squishy snake. “Doing that?”
“Yep! You can see what it’s actually doing if you pay attention to Sully’s mid-section,” Henry directed.
Almost on cue, Panne kicked Sully up. Going from prone bone to head-down-ass-up, Sully’s knees buckled together, but the profile view was enough for the men to see what Henry was referring too. When Panne’s cock seemed to bottom out in Sully it stretched out her stomach. The shape of the protrusion plain as day, but instead of going through to her lungs they saw that Panne’s cock actually spiraled.
“You really can’t tell from this far away,” Henry continued. “The cock is not only spiraling around in Red Christmas’ womb, but it’s actually going into one of her fallopian tubes each time once it runs out of room.”
True to his description, the nearly out of it Sully could in fact feel the slimy intruder breach her cervix and coil inside her womb until it snaked into one of her tubes. Stretching them out an signally it’s demands clearly; release an egg.
Tharja had been experimenting with fertility on herself in the hope of somehow finding a way to conceive Robin’s baby, but Sully was nowhere near her most fertile time of the month. Of course, being able shoot cum directly down her tubes would make such timing concerns a non-factor.
“I always plan ahead for ALL my clients’ needs,” Henry boasted.
Underneath the horny rabbit, Sully was barely able to hear Henry’s voice. Barely able to make it out of the mind shattering heat and pleasure she was feeling. She should feel betrayed and violated. Angry and heart broken, but as she laid under Panne more. Only able to feel her masterful destruction of her insides. Only able to breath the air tainted with the scent of her pheromone filled sweat. She felt her body be stretched and manipulated in ways she never imagined were possible. Inside her armor her erect nipples scraped against her breast plate. Crying out to be flicked and manipulated.
‘If Panne was this good as a beast, imagine what she could with her hands. Her tongue?’ Sully thought. She had never had an interest in women, but a woman stronger than her. With all the tools and techniques to take her and claim her so roughly? So completely? That she was very much interested in. ‘Still gonna kill Henry later,’ she made sure to add.
“Rude!” said Henry.
No one paid him any mind as he vanished, least of all Sully. With what little strength and agency had she tried to turn her head on her side. She looked up at Panne. She had never gotten a good look at her face in beast form before. ‘So that’s where mouth is.’ She saw Panne’s eyes. Not only in beast form, but she felt that now, beneath her and receiving the full might of her passion, Sully could look into Panne’s un-human eyes and see what she truly was. What her soul truly burned for. Her life’s purpose… both of theirs.
“K-Kiss me,” Sully gasped out.
That caught Panne by surprise. So much that she actually stopped. She looked Sully in the eye… as best she could. “You try to order me, man spawn?”
Sully never quite got how tanguel spoke in beast form without moving their mouths, but that wasn’t a pressing concern. “If you’re going to fuck me, you can at least kiss me.”
At that, Panne looked over at her husband. To breed was one thing. It was mechanical. Meant to be educational for their son, but something as intimate as a kiss? Tanguels did not traditionally mate in what man called missionary position. Kissing was a human custom… but one her son would have to learn as well, she supposed.
Looking directly away from her husband, and at the woman beneath her. “Very well.”
Though a bit awkward with her pointed face and their positioning. Panne was able to lower her head to Sully’s face. At least close enough that the top woman’s mouth could enter the mouth of the woman beneath her.
Sully closed her eyes as she basked in the sensation. Her tongue twisted and played with by Panne’s animalistic one. How it controlled her top entry, as the magical cock controlled her pleasure beneath. An intimate dance of organs and bodies. The most connected any two people ever could be.
Panne’s thrust became less wild, and more precise. She wiggled her hips to scrap the sides of Sully’s pussy. She slipped her tongue deeper still to almost choke her. Robbing her of oxygen briefly, only to pull of her. Both above and below (at least as much as her knot allowed) making every inch of her insides felt by the beast that had claimed her. Sully had been with men before, but none of them had ever made her feel this… desired before. In how Panne, despite her size, now gently caressed all that she was. This was more than simple fucking.
This was making love.
“!” Sully’s shot open as she felt it. Panne’s cock pulse bigger and burn hotter.
“Take my children,” Panne ordered, and Sully obliged.
“YEEEAAAAAAAAASSSSS!” Sully joyously proclaimed as the cum suddenly shot out. Directly down her fallopian tube.
Panne pulled out slightly and aimed herself down the other one. “TAKE IT!”
“YEAAASSSSH MOMMYYYYYYYYY~” Sully growled and giggled as she was filled. She felt her stomach distending as her womb filled with cum. It was quickly more than she could hold, and Panne pulled out before she burst. No longer held up by the cock, Sully felt flat on the ground again, but Panne kept firing. Near gallons of lapine jizz rained down upon Sully. Some going into her mouth which she gladly swallowed. Caking the woman in cum until she was submerged completely.
Quickly, Panne returned to her bi-pedal form and flipped the knight she had just unmounted onto her back.
“That was…. Lovely…” Sully cooed. Her strength fully gone, she fell asleep on the ground. Feeling herself to be the happiest woman in the world.
Panne smiled slightly at her words, but just as quickly looked away. At her husband who seemed to look anywhere but at her. She felt… ashamed. For the first time that day she realized that she had put her species ahead of vow to her husband. Standing up straight, she began to march over to him.
“Husband!” Panne ordered for Donnel’s attention. “You shall join me on my next conquest!”
“I? W-w-HUH?!” he stammered. Yarne just shrugged in equal confusion.
“We shall claim such a maiden together,” she put a hand on her husband’s shoulder, and touched her forehead to his. As the tanguel have always done. “As partners.”
“I… will,” Donnel relented. For the woman he loved he would do anything or anyone. “But uh… who?” he asked.
*CLATTER*
“EEK!” shrieked Sumia. Tripping into the training grounds. Her skirt flying up to reveal her bouncy, beautiful butt-cheeks.
***
Sumia was by her own admission a classical romantic. She loved stories gallant knights saving delicate maidens. Of love conquering all adversity and persisting in the face of the greatest horrors and threats the world could create, so that true PASSION could prevail. And if stories happened to include a scene where lover’s united in fiery love-making… well she wasn’t just going to put the book down. Stopping a story part-way through would just be rude, after all.
She had long dreamed her broad chested knight scooping her up in his sleeveless arms after a battle, holding her close, and taking her lips in such force of lust that all she could do was run her fingers through the trusses of his wild, blue hair… but that was not meant to be. No her, and her best friend, had long since given up on their dreams of romance. Though Sumia on some level did think it was her own fault for having such high standards. Though when she spent her entire life trying to woo a prince that would end being snatched away from her by some twin-tailed RANDO in a field, who didn’t even HAVE HALF the figure that she-
‘Breath Sumia. Breath.’ One couldn’t fault her for being a bit frustrated. Still, looking back on it, maybe she had simply been too focused on what she thought was her ideal, and was locking herself away from experimenting with new things. Trying new approaches to find love and purpose in this world.
Getting spit-roasted by a rabbit-woman with an inexplicable, giant rabbit penis and her farm hand husband while their time traveling hybrid son took notes probably wouldn’t have ever occurred to her though.
*GLUGK SLUGK GLUGK*
Upon first meeting Donnel, Sumia didn’t think much of the man. He had a simple background as a farm-hand on a remote island. A total mama’s boy, but had a real respect and understanding of nature. He had proven a valuable asset on the march with his botanical and gathering skills, and was almost terrifyingly effective with a spear in battle. It was obvious to everyone that Panne would take such an interest with a man like him, and Sumia was among those that happily attended their wedding following the war. It was a lovely ceremony and reception, but most were all exceptionally confused by most of the tanguel wedding traditions. Especially the part about both of them being naked for the ceremony itself. From the gallery, Donnel’s endowment hadn’t seemed all that impressive, and it was a detail of the night that Sumia, and most in attendance, had forgotten about.
“How does her throat feel, my husband?” Panne huskily demanded as she took the Pegasus rider from behind.
Now Donnel’s cock felt like the second largest object Sumia had ever seen. The first being Panne’s cock that was now bashing into her pussy.
“Lady Sumia… GOSH you feel so tight,” Donnel said. Ever the gentlemen even while throat fucking a woman partially without her consent. Partially.
When Sumia first stood up after tripping into the practice grounds Panne offered to help her up. “Oh thank you, Pa-ENIS?” She had shrieked as Panne yanked her to her feet and pulled her close. Slipping her hard member between Sumia’s legendary leg pillows. The rabbit woman’s hands going down the knight’s hips hold them in place. Holding them tight together so she felt the full heat against her pussy as Panne requested-
“Sumia… might my husband and I,” Panne breathed as she nibbled on the thicker woman’s nape. “Use you?”
“YEEP!” Sumia jumped as Panne ran her hands up her skirt and began roughly playing with her cheeks.
“As a teaching aid, for our son?” Panne elaborated. “The boy needs to SEE all the ways to pleasure a woman, so that he may learn to MATE properly,” she emphasized with more squeezes and thrusts of her cock. “Tharja already volunteered to show him how such a…” Panne dipped down to lick Sumia’s cleavage and back up to her chin.
Sumia shuddered as wetness truly began to pool in her panties.
“BOUNTIFUL woman such as yourself can receive seed from our bi-pedal form while lying on her back. Do you mind if help us demonstrate… ass UP!”
*SLAP!*
“YEEP!”
“Technique?” Panne breathed again. “It’s all for the good of my species, you see.” She played at almost doeful eyes, but it did nothing to cover her predatory nature.
Sumia already knew that wouldn’t really be allowed to say no. She knew that she should probably be scared. Calling for help. Screaming that she was being molested by her comrades. But the way she played with her. Licked her. The way her cock pulsed with red hot desire right next to her core. She knew the Tanguel were all but dead were it not for Panne and now her son. It would be morally correct to help save a species from extinction, right? Romantic, even.
Plus Sully didn’t seem to mind. Now that she caught the passed out, cum covered, but smiling cavalry woman.
*LUB-DUB*
Sumia shuddered as the heat pulsed along her core once more.
“…okay.”
I short order, Sumia had her breast plate ripped off, herself bent over and held up by her wrists, and her panties-
“AAEE!”
*RIP!*
Ripped through as Panne simply fucked her way through them in one thrust.
“Cum husband!” Panne called over to Donnel. “We shall share in this strumpet together!”
This was a word neither Donnel nor Yarne knew, but Sumia did, and she would have normally been offended to be called as such were it not completely true at that moment in time.
Donnel, with some nerves, eventually walked over to the two women. Dropping his pants and presenting his package to Sumia.
It took some “encouragement” from Panne.
“Lick. It.”
But Sumia did what she could to tease Donnel to a half-mast while she was being roughly fucked from behind herself. Enough for him to be able to slip his cock inside her mouth and start using her. It was… not a sight Donnel thought he would ever see, nor really wanted to see, but it was one he went along with. For his family’s sake.
Panne could see that her husband was not getting into it as passionately as she had been. So she let one of Sumia’s arms drop so she could rip off her own top. Her perky bunny boobies now bouncing just as freely with each thrust as Sumia’s own. That got her husband’s attention.
“Tell me who’s chest you prefer, husband? Mine?” She dropped Sumia’s other arm so she could lift and fondle her own perky, furry tits. Lolling out her tongue and dripping some saliva between the valley of her cleavage.
Sumia felt the cock in her mouth suddenly begin to strike further back in her throat.
“Or hers?” Panne bent herself over Sumia. Her hips still clapping the heavy cheeks of the rider as she snaked her arms under Sumia and began playing with her tits.
“MMPH!” Sumia shrieked as her nipples were pinched and twisted. Her soft pendulums caressed and fondled like her cheeks were early. She winced when Panne began licking her ear, but she was more shocked to feel her jaw start being forced open more.
“You,” Donnel bluntly said.
“Really?” Panne looked up. Still fondling and fucking Sumia so that she kept moaning around his shaft. “But she is so PLUMP and FERTILE.”
Sumia yipped at the two deeper cork-screw thrusts.
“But she ain’t the woman I love,” Donnel declared. “Sumia could be the most beautiful woman in the world, and you could be the ugliest, but I would still choose you, Panne! Er, no offense, Lady Sumia.”
Given that his hand was on top of her head. Urging her to keep choking on his cock she wasn’t that offended to be called ‘not the prettiest.’
“Donnel…” Panne lifted herself off Sumia’s back. Only to be surprised as Donnel grabbed her by the back of her head and shove his face into hers. Panne’s eyes flew open in surprise at first, but almost instantly they fluttered shut. Their arms wrapping around each other as best they could as their tongues battled for dominance. Each an equal match for the other, and all while they kept fucking Sumia from both ends. Now more forceful than ever.
‘By Naga! Did they both just get BIGGER?!’
“PWAH!” Panne, smiled as their kiss separated. Their mouths still joined by a bridge of spit. “How does her throat feel, my husband?” Panne huskily demanded as she took the Pegasus rider from behind. Her arms wrapped over her husband’s shoulders.
“Lady Sumia… GOSH you feel so tight,” Donnel said. Ever the gentlemen, his hands came up to fondle the perky tits of his wife instead of holding Sumia in her place.
Panne craned her neck back with a moan as her husband tweaked and played with her breasts. Just the way she liked it, and with the added benefit of her pregnancy they were more sensitive than usual. Something that would only increase as the months continued.
“But ma Panne… will always be my number one gal.”
“Oh, Donny!” Panne screamed in ecstasy. She pulled her husband close to her. Arching Sumia’s back as she was pushed forward too. The cross-species couple joining their tongues in carnal passion once more. Moaning and mewling into each other until both, very shortly, reached their peaks.
“!!” Donnel and Panne didn’t even seem to notice they were orgasming. Already too lost in the passion of each other to even register that they were both drowning Sumia in cum. It was already the height of Sumia’s fertility, perhaps why she was so easily one over with just some quick heavy petting, so her egg was quickly submerged in tanguel seed. Her mouth, however, was another concern as with Donnel’s fully erect cock shoved down her throat and cum spewing down it breathing was very quickly becoming very difficult. Luckily, she was conditioned for high altitudes, so her body could survive a lack of oxygen better than most.
As the couple’s shared salvo came to an end they pulled apart. Gazing longingly into each other’s eyes as they both stepped back.
*BLUGH* *POP* *PLAP*
And let Sumia fall to the ground. Face down, ass up.
“Husband…” Panne panted. “That was… the best sex… I have ever had.”
“Me…” Donnel panted. Just as out of breath as his wife. “Too,” he smiled.
“Hmph?” Panne smirked, before righting herself fully. “I believe I still have one more left in me for the day. Sumia,” she kicked the legs of the Pegasus knight so she rolled over onto her back. Both mouths leaking thick semen, but enough of Yarne’s siblings had either been swallowed or hacked up to avoid choking. “We are off to the dance hall, but would you be interested being our third moving forward?”
Were Sumia in a more lucid state she would have been overcome with emotion. The scandal of it all for a royal knight to be in such a union. Not only a commoner, but two commoners. And she would be the bottom for both of them. Their bitch. Their toy, but also
She licked her lips and placed her fingers on her pussy. Absent mindingly flicking her clit.
She would receive the love of two people. Sumia had never considered being with a woman before, but though her experience was little Panne sure seemed to fuck as good as any man could.
‘How romantic…’
She lifted one hand in a trembling thumbs up.
“Excellent! Here,” Panne grabbed a water pouch and dropped it by Sumia’s mouth. “We’ll see you next Tuesday.” She declared before the tanguel family made their exit. Leaving both Sumia and Sully lying half naked and covered in semen in the practice fields.
***
The Royal Ylissian Dance Hall was the envy of artists the world over. Truly the grandest and most spectacular venue to perform, tainted slightly ever sense the… renovations of two exalt’s prior. The grand stage of life was still a marvel of architecture where all the greatest dancers of the world hoped to gather, but he had abused that with his adjustments. New dressing rooms with reinforced doors, every magical security and silencing charm that could be applied, and doors that locked from the outside. All several feet below the stage itself. The theater became the world’s most opulent ode to sin, and gradually the public stopped coming until the doors were closed all together to only the most wealthy. And most depraved.
A backstage dungeon that the former exalt abused heavily, but other than hushed rumors nothing was ever known for truth to the general public. Only those nobles that were still around to recall the “pleasures of the world’s sweetest fruits.” This was a reputation the last two exalts had tried to repair. Opening up the theater to all once more with free tickets and cheap concessions. Where plays and musical performances of all tastes and genres could be performed once more. Though this was seen as a swing too far in the other direction. Now that any could perform, not just the world’s greatest dancers, it would never quite regain it’s prestige. Not fully.
Not that Oliva had any care for that. Ever since she was a little girl on the cold streets of Ferox she had always dreamed of one day performing at the Royal Ylissian Dance Hall. Showing her skills for all the world. Showing that that cold little girl had grown into the most lovely and talented dancer for all the world to see!
…is what she wanted to do, but unfortunately she still had the world’s most critical case of stage fright.
Many nights Olivia had been promised as the headlining act: The Mysterious Pink Whirlwind of Ferox. She had yet to make her debut after all, so it’s not like her name was a draw, but each time the Pink Whirlwind would cancel at the last second and her understudy, a silver haired boy who’s talent was only matched by his desire to flirt with everything in a skirt, would take the stage instead.
Just put a pink wig on him and he becomes convincingly close to the real deal.
No, instead she spent of her nights, and days, below in her private dressing room. One of the few still left with the questionable security of the old Exalt. It was here Panne and her family met with the timid dancer. Panne had opted for a more honest approach this time.
“Y-you want me to s-strip, a-and then WHAT?!” Olivia gasped.
“Have sex with me,” Panne finished. She sat respectively on the couch. Hands on her knees, but legs wide apart while Yarne stood awkwardly off to the side. “I have taken my son’s cock from him in an effort show him how to use it. I wished to show him how to behave with a more… elegant woman, such as yourself.”
“B-but wouldn’t I be…” Olivia placed her hands over her stomach. Left bare by the revealing billowing of her dancer attire. “Pregnant?”
“That is the end goal, yes.”
“B-but then I wouldn’t be able to per-“
“Do you perform now at all?” Panne cut her off.
“Mom-“ Yarne started.
“You are to listen and observe, spawn. Do not interject,” Panne silenced him. “What do you think of my request, Olivia?”
“Wh-what do I think?! I don’t even know how to respond to such a request! Wh-why would I ever do such a thing? Throwaway my career, my dreams-“
“You seem to be doing a very good job of doing that on your own.”
“!” Olivia was stunned.
“Moth-“
“QUIET, Yarne.” Panne stopped him again.
Olivia was left in silence. Rushing, running through her own mind to find a counter to her. However, “You’re right,” she eventually admitted with a tear. “I’m *sniff* too much of a coward. I WANT to dance. I want to be known as the world’s greatest dancer, but when I just THINK about people actually watching me do it I-“
“Olivia,” Panne cut her off. Olivia looked up with a shock. Panne had gotten up and walked across to put her hands on Olivia’s shoulders, and kneeled down to be at her level. “You have a weakness, but that does not mean you are weak. I’ve seen you perform. I and so many other soldiers, and were it not for your last minute addition to our ranks we may very well have lost that final battle against that dastard of a king.”
Olivia merely stared at Panne in awe.
“When it is needed you are just as strong as the rest of us, but when it comes to what you want, something for YOUR pleasure, you cease up,” Panne explained. Olivia nodding along. “You are not weak, nor a terrible dancer, but you are someone who thinks you are unworthy of your own happiness. You are so scared of failure being assured that you refuse to take a risk on yourself because you feel there is nothing worthwhile to gain in exchange. Something the ONLY makes you happy may SEEM pointless to you, but I am telling you it isn’t.”
“Panne,” Olivia would have smiled at her words were she not already crying enough to smear her make-up. “Th-thank *sob* you *sniff*.”
She cried into the rabbit woman’s shoulder as the two held each other close. Yarne stood in awe. He never knew his mother to share her sensitive side with anyone… then again, he supposed he never got a chance to know her all that well.
“But…” Olivia said when she finally stopped bawling. “*sniff* If you believe all that, why do you… want to-!”
Panne lifted Olivia’s chin and kissed her. Just on the lips. Chaste, and quick, but loving all the same.
“Because I would like my grandchildren to have a beautiful and strong mother,” Panne simply smiled as she broke the kiss.
Olivia stopped responding at that point. Seeming to simply shut down.
“…Olivia?” Panne asked. Slightly worried, but then Olivia’s face started to turn the same color as her hair. “Oh good, you’re still a-LIVE?!”
Now it was Panne’s turn to be shocked as she was suddenly picked up and whirled around. Finding herself plopping down in Olivia’s make-up chair.
“You said you wanted a strip tease first, correct?” Olivia asked.
Panne blinked a bit, before leaning back in the chair. A satisfied smirk on her face. “Yes”
Olivia stepped back and posed. One hand in the air, and the other turned up as her arm crossed under her chest.
She began with quick shaking of her hips. The bangles of jewelry and fabric along her legs shifting and swaying as turned. The arm extended up grabbed the bangle in her hair. The golden circlet that held her trademark pony-tail in place was the first thing to go.
As Olivia finished her turn around she threw hips back. The gold coins clinking as her soft rear bouncing took up all of Panne’s sight as her borrowed man-hood began to swell into view. Her target distracted, Olvia made quick work of her headband and choker next.
Yarne nearly choked himself as he got the full view of Olivia’s naked breasts before his mother. Olivia just put her finger up. The universal sign for shoosh, and winked at him.
As she continued gyrating her hips, Olivia began to turn again. Panne almost complained about the loss of view of her ass, only to be met with the surprise of her bare nipples.
*BOING*
“My… I don’t think I’ve ever seen quite such an… immediate reaction in a partner before,” Olivia blushed. The barest amount of her normal timidity coming through, but her control of the dance remaining. As she shook her tits out for Panne, she quickly unhooked her bracelets and bangles. Her translucent black sleeves falling to the ground next. Her upper body now entirely bare aside from her braids, it was time for Olivia to start working on her bottom.
“Sweet Naga!” Panne and Yarne both gasped as Olivia lifted her right leg up. Her foot right next to her head in a perfect I-pose.
“He he, it should be obvious by now that I am ex~trem~ly flexible,” she emphasized each syllable as she undid her sandal and anklet. The black fabric cascading down gracefully while the foot wear fell to the ground with a loud flop. She then pulled at the white stocking on her leg until it was off her leg. Putting her leg down she used it as a make-shift scarf. Performing a quick twirl with it before throwing it at Panne
*SNIIIIIF*
Panne breathed deeply of the used garment’s scent.
*STOMP*
“Mind helping me with the other one, lover?” she asked as she slammed her left down on the arm-rest.
Panne had never worn sandals or footwear of any kind in her life, but the speed at which she unhooked her anklet and sandal, before all but ripping the white stocking off was some of the quickest dexterity Olivia had seen from someone other than herself.
There was only one article of clothing left. The gold belt around her waist that held the entire ensemble together. Olivia did one last quick shake of her chest. A twirl to show Panne her ass one more time, and then with another twirl and a flick.
*CLICK*
*FWOOMP*
Olivia now stood naked before the father of her child. The tool that would impregnate her standing tall, and pulsing with lustful need. Olivia stepped forward out of her discarded outfit. Sauntering toward the cute, defenseless bunny. A lioness on the hunt. She kicked her leg again to land it beside Panne. The rabbit woman somehow blushed more.
The dancer sat on the rabbit woman’s lap. The hot rod laying pair against her stomach. Using one hand to steady herself on the back of the chair she pressed the other against Panne’s penis. Against her womb.
“SSSHHHH” Panne winced at the subtle sensation. Of finally feeling herself pressed against the body that had driven her lust wild for the past several minutes.
“You’re so big,” Olivia teased. Half practiced, half genuinely amazed. “However will you fit?”
“That’s- for you to find out, isn’t it?” Panne asked cheekily.
“I suppose it is…” Olivia teased as she raised her hips up. Her dripping snatch over Panne’s heated point. Slowly, sensually gyrating her hips the entire way, she filled herself with Panne.
“!” Panne gripped the arm-rests of the chair. Olivia was far and away the tightest pussy she had felt that day. Despite her size with Sully, or Sumia’s virgin canal, Olivia was a professional, and that meant she kept her body in the best condition possible. “H-how are you-?”
“Keggles,” Olivia explained as she bottomed herself out on Panne’s lap. “A little exercise can do the body WONDERS,” she said with uncharacteristically sexually charged energy. Her lips were half-lidded, and her voice cool and controlled.
Panne’s eyes went wide as she became the first to behold Olivia at her true full potential. No longer was she the timid dancer; the woman on top of her was a fertility goddess. A true master at the art of sex, and for the first time in her life Panne was not the one in control. She was now Olivia’s plaything. Her tool to use and abuse.
She made a note to apologize to Donnel later because she had never felt more aroused than she did at this very moment.
Olivia started her dance. Her hips gyrating and swaying from side to side. A rhythmic ballet dance performed on top of Panne as their bodies were drawn somehow deeper together. Olivia lifted her arms up and through her hair back. Whipping it like a tail as tossed and gyrated atop her prey. Her breasts swaying in hypnotic rhythmic fashion. Panne wanted to touch them, but her hands remained locked to her side. She didn’t dare to interrupt the performance.
“You may touch me, Panne,” Olivia teased. Picking up Panne’s trembling hands herself and placing them on her swinging breasts.
Panne gave them enough of a squeeze to hold onto them, but that was it.
Olivia giggled at her trepidation. “What’s wrong, my little bunny?” she teased at Panne’s chin. “Do you think you’ll break me?”
“I… don’t want to interrupt a master in her work,” Panne blushed.
“You are just adorable,” Olivia smiled. Her hips ground harder and faster. Catching Panne off guard, but not as surprised as she was by the kiss Olivia planted on her lips immediately after.
Olivia smiled into the kiss as she wrapped her arms around Panne’s back. And once she breached her mouth, their tongues in concert just as much as their hips, Panne did the same.
The two women melted into each other. Their bodies moving in perfect concert with each other now. As Olivia went down, Panne went up. As Olivia twirled her tongue, Panne forsake full control to her. Olivia’s hands danced and skipped across Panne’s back. Panne did all she could to keep from clawing at Olivia’s.
They moaned and mewled. Twisted and danced. Olivia only breaking their union as she felt the heat inside her begin to build.
“I feel you growing hotter inside me, Panne,” Olvia declared in her husky tone. Now with a slight hint of need. “Are you ready to cum for mommy?”
“Ye-yes-“
“Ah ah ah!” Olivia teased. “You have to wait for mommy to say you can.”
Panne looked over to Yarne to see him furiously noting that down.
“Now that I have you all revved up,” Olivia leaned back. “It’s time for me to have some REAL fun.”
Olivia grabbed the armrests this time, and lifted herself up. Almost enough to remove Panne from her entirely. Her shaft was so swollen and full of need from what Olivia could see. She smiled, and then dropped herself down immediately.
“OOF!” Panne gasped at the collision of their hips.
Olivia lifted herself up again. “Remember, no cumming until mommy says you can,” she repeated before the next drop.
Panne brought her hands down to Olivia’s rear. If only to have something to hold on to, but she knew she couldn’t stop her. Wouldn’t want her to stop.
The new rhythm established, Olivia began truly fucking herself with Panne’s cock. Lifting herself up over and over again. Each time faster, and with more force. They had gone from a tease, to making love, and now Panne was just an object for Olivia to pleasure herself with. That wasn’t a problem though as she got to watch Olivia fully lose herself. Going with all her strength and speed in the way only a true master of the carnal arts could. Her body twisting, bouncing, dancing, screaming for both mother and son that THIS was what it truly meant to fuck.
“Now!” Olivia ordered with a final slam of her hips.
“OLIVIA!” Panne shouted. Throwing her throwing her head back with a guttural scream that pushed the old Exalt’s silencing charms to their limit.
“!” The world went white for Olivia. Her eyes rolling to the back of her head as Panne’s grandchildren were released into her. Finally, a performance with a climax she could be proud of.
*GLUG GLUG*
When Panne’s orgasm finally subsided she released her grip on Olivia’s neck, and fell back into the world’s sturdiest wooden chair. Olivia falling along with her. Draping her curves over the father of her children.
“You feel so… warm,” Olivia sighed. Clutching onto Panne as her arms circled around her. Panne heard her breathing slow, and placed a hand on Olivia’s back. “Hmmm…” she smiled.
“Your final lesson for today, Yarne,” said Panne. “Is aftercare.”
Yarne nodded as he began to take notes. His mother going over all the ways to hold a woman in post-coital bliss.
Many people were confused, but nonetheless enchanted by the performance of the new, tanguel Pink Whirlwind that night.
***
Time passed, and soon the peace in Ylisse came to an end. War was declared with the Empire of Valm a continent away, and Panne, Donnel, Yarne and the rest of the Shepards were mobilized once again. Away from their homes and into lands unknown in the name of protecting peace and brining change for the better to the world, but this time they were joined by several new recruits.
Their children. Flung back from the ruined future, these 13 warriors (counting Yarne) swore that their collective might to changing the dark future that took their world from them. To save not just the world, but their parents, and most impressively; all but three of them were Tanguel.
Needless to say, the men of the Shepards felt inadequate, the women extremely embarrassed, and Panne extremely proud of herself. (And relieved that the rest of them weren’t as panicky as Yarne.)
Each of her children were masters in their class. Mighty warlocks. Esteemed knights. One VERY endowed archer; each of her sons and daughters were a true mark of pride for the Tanguel race… however.
Due to the unique circumstances of their conception (or a specific mage feeling REALLY cheeky) each of them inherited not only Panne’s more bestial, take charge personality she had in the early stages of the spell and the daughter’s specifically inherited an extra attachment.
*GLUGK**GLUGK**GLUGK*
Lucina had been the first to arrive in the past. Or at least, the first the Shepards themselves found, but at that time she introduced herself as the mysterious swordsman “Marth.” Wanting to hide her identity as the Princess of Ylisse from the future, she figured the perfect disguise was a prince from long before it’s founding. Now that the truth was known to all, she was free to walk in the open as her true self. A proud member of the Original Shepards.
*PLAP**PLAP**PLAP*
But that didn’t mean her “original” duties to the second generation didn’t still remain. Late at night, behind the mess tent, Lucina performed the nightly ritual she and her two best friends had done ever since they hit puberty: rail her violently and use her as a cum dump.
“Damn, Lucy! How does your throat remain so TIGHT!?” complemented Severa. The twin-tailed rabbit woman thrusting away as meat thrust in and out of the princess’s mouth. Her long blue hair making for excellent handlebars.
“What’s really impressive is how her pussy isn’t loose from all the abuse we give it,” Cynthia followed up. The Pega-Pyon Princess had inherited Sumia’s hour-glass figure, and between the flat figures of her pole sister and their cum-dump she had enough curves to spare that they could both take enough for b-cups from her and she’s still have a figure to tell time with. Despite being the most outwardly feminine of the three, she was also the most rambunctious, tom-boyish, and much to the chagrin of the boys in the second generation, had the biggest cock.
“Of course she doesn’t feel loose to you, you club swinging dolt,” Severa complained. “No one can use her pussy for days after you cause you leave her gaping like an empty hallway!”
“Oh you’re just complaining because you’re the smallest,” Cynthia teased.
“SHUT UP!” Severa shouted. Thrusting into Lucina’s mouth even more violently now. Had she not known it was pointless to ask by now, Lucina would have slapped Severa’s ass to signal she was having trouble breathing.
“It’s a testament to her throating skills that she feels tight even to you,” Cynthia giggled as she playfully slapped Lucina’s cheeks with both her hands and pelvis.
“Grr… you’re lucky it’s your birthday,” Severa growled.
“It’s also Inigo’s, Kjelle’s, and Noire’s today too,” Cynthia reminded. “And yours is next week.”
“They had their turns with her already!” Severa complained.
“I know,” Cynthia tittered. “You seemed to REALLY enjoy watching them run a train on her earlier. But I mean, who wouldn’t love watching a blue beauty like this get absolutely demolished by big, throbbing cocks?!” Cynthia put a slower, more sensual rhythm into her thrusts. Teasing and petting Lucina behind the ears. Scratches for being such a good pet.
Severa just grumbled in response. What she really wanted was to not just be plowing Lucina’s pussy, but breeding her as well. She wanted it to be HER seed growing within Lucina’s belly for the next nine months, she was the one that LOVED her the most! But she knew one of her early born siblings would succeed in that before she ever got the chance. She really hated being the youngest.
And Cynthia was getting close to leaving her attempt inside the far-flung princess.
“Oh Sevey,” Cynthia moaned. “Watching you get all clingy with Lucy is so hot. It makes me just want to… dump my load in her myself!”
With a final thrust, Cynthia hit the back of Lucina’s womb and began firing off round after round of cum directly into Lucina’s still packed womb.
Lucina moaned around Severa’s cock. Her eyes crossing as she was filled once more with the warming seed of life.
Severa’s face turned the same color as the tips of ears. “THAT TEARS IT!” Severa shouted as she ripped herself out of Lucina’s jaw. “Get out of there you big dicked bitch!” Severa took advantage of her sister’s reduced reaction time while cumming to shove her onto the ground. Falling out of Lucina’s pussy with a *POP!* Her cock still firing off jets of cum that landed on Severa and Lucina, who was now limp on the ground ass-up. “Screw the birth order! I’m screwing her NOW!”
Severa shouted as she inserted herself into Lucina’s pussy. Gaping be damned she WILL breed this princess!
Lucina, for her part, just woozily moaned before looking up and gulping. Cynthia looming over her. Still erect.
“Well I guess I’ll take up the front now instead,” Cynthia proclaimed. “You don’t mind, do you Lucy?”
“Do I have a choice?” Lucina asked as Cynthia picked her head up.
“NOPE!”
*GLGK!*
And so the two bunny women continued on through the night. Ensuring that their father’s goal lived on; the re-population of the Tanguel race. In fact, in three short generations, most of the population of Valm and Ylisse would have some fraction of Tanguel heritage.