Myara tapped the hard back of her translucent blue heel against her gooey throne, each surface solid enough to make a resounding *CLACK* echo through her empty throne chamber every time they smacked against each other. Myara was nothing less than a gooey Goddess: her pale, aquamarine locks dripped down to her waist, firm but malleable. Her face was unrivaled in perfection, features somehow simultaneously rounded and hawkish, all complimenting the main attraction: Those two eyes. The barely translucent blue orbs that dominated her face, as well as any pitiful thing they stared at. They were simultaneously soft and powerful, gaze able to melt hearts and cut glass. Below, her FF-cups dwarfed most women's in size and absolutely paled them in perfection, perfectly shaped slime-orbs with fat, perky nipples and just a tiny amount of sag -- just enough to verify that they were indeed the Goddess' real, perfect tits. Her waspish waist seemed inhumanly perfectly proportioned to those fat tits, and her curvy thighs threw proportions back in the other direction with their delicious, firm weight. She wore absolutely nothing to hide that perfect body, save a black pair of stockings and a very long pair of heels on her godly feet.

The door at the end of that long, marble throne chamber parted. A face peeked in. Then another. Two sisters, Egyptian Beauties, curvy and fertile, entered the room. Myara lazily turned to stare at them, barely interested. The gooey Goddess' hand supported her perfect, sculpted chin, fingers dancing across the bottom of her plump limps and perfect face. Although the two beauties that had entered were specks of dirt compared to the Goddess atop the throne, they were something to behold -- curvy in all the right parts, with excited faces and pouty lips. Just muscular enough to be healthy, thin enough to be fit, and curvy enough to be perfectly fertile fuck-pigs. One of them, Ishra, had a noticeably fatter ass and somewhat larger tits. She was the epitome of curves, the skimpiest Egyptian clothing barely leaving anything to the imagination at all. Unlike her sister, Ishra was dripping with oil, helping further highlight though delicious, nearly palpable curves. Hugging her was her sister, Falrina, only a bit shorter and less curvy... but with poutier lips, a thinner figure, and the more devilish expression. Where Ishra looked worried, Falrina looked aroused, and the smaller sister was even more scantily clad than the other. Both of them strode in, golden sandals clacking against hard marble as they approached the throne, Ishra somewhat fearfully, and Falrina licking her lips.

That brief respite was soon interrupted by a booming, brain-splitting voice that filled not only the hall, but the sister's fucking souls:

"Begin."

When the two Egyptian beauties awoke, pooled in their own fluids on the floor, the sun shone low in the sky through the windows. They had blacked out for hours just at the sound of that Goddess' voice, cumming pints every time their subconscious brought the memory of that perfect fucking audio tone firing across their synapses. Both of them were soaked. Their clothes were soaked in pussyjuice and... piss, it seemed, though Falrina seemed much more saturated with the latter and Ishra with the former. A scent caught both of the barely conscious sisters' noses as they slowly regained their senses. Sex. It smelled like sex, and power. Nothing like the gooey Goddess, but something different. Bestial. Ishra, fearful and shivering with cold fluid, lifted her head up first. In the twilight she saw them. Silhouettes of all sorts, surrounding them. Ishra stared, and her fuzzied eyes slowly came into focus. Minotaurs. Dire Wolves. Gigantic Ocelots and all sorts of feral cats. Piles of red goop that looked like crawling masses of worms. Hundreds of each, surrounding them in a gigantic, frenzied crowd. They all smelled like cum, and against the sister's fearful thoughts, their fertile pussies ached to be filled. Ishra resisted, crawling into the fetal position against a step, curling up and crying. She knew what was going to happen. The small Falrina, however, couldn't resist. Heat fucking filled her up, moving her limbs on her own. Spread-legged, Falrina crawled ass-up, backwards, towards a particularly large minotaur at the edge of the crowd. She leaked. He advanced.

Myara snapped her fingers. She didn't need to, but the ceremony of making a motion to warp the world around her had become a habit of hers, and so her gooey fingers snapped. The noise was of course perfect, bringing a warmth to both sister's raised, sopping cunts. The Minotaur backed into the crowd just as the snap resounded, and another creature emerged. Tall. Spindly. Dark. A pale-skinned drider strode out, firm chitin clacking against the ground. The shemale spidergirl was gigantic, her humanly shoulders above the height of an SUV, her abdomen huge and bloated with eggs. The pale, eight-eyed girl drooled in lust, stuffed with a deposit of eggs she needed to get rid of, right fucking now. She clattered forward, a two foot, jet-black weight slathering precum across Falrina's fertile ass... just as the younger sister got second thoughts. She reached out for the floor, scurrying away -- two feet, before the Drider forced her upper back to the ground with a powerful leg. Her back creaked, tits pancaked against the marble by sheer fucking force. That cock drooped lower, dragging across her ass... until it retracted replaced by something much, much larger. It dripped not precum, but slick oil, dragging back to her cunt...

But something got there first. Not slick, warm oil, but cool, sticky goo. It ran up her leg, piling just before her sopping cunt and soaking through her clothing. Falrina came, spraying piss and femcum all over the bottom of the drider with the sheer force of her explosive orgasm. She came again, soaking the ground and filling her senses with her own sexual scent. She came again, consciousness dwindling... and pain shot through her body. Falrina had always been flexible, but no more so than now. She squirmed, and as the Drider released her back from its crushing weight in surprise, she literally bent her torso under her legs until her mouth was nearly against her cunt. Cunts. She had two now, each in line from her tiny pucker. Three virginal holes, all leaking enough fluids to drown her now, inhumanly. Unfortunately for that little sister, the Drider decided then was the time to reapply her weight, and she was pinned. Contorted. She was able to watch from below as that ovipositor... no, two. No four... it kept duplicating over and over, melting under a layer of goo as the Drider itself became ensnared in the slime, orgasming herself until the poor little beauties' face was soiled with hot oil and cum. It seems five was the magic number, as those gigantic, arm-thick ovipositors pressed themselves against her two cunts and rear... two for each of her womb-holes, and one for her pucker. Falrina winced, painfully contorted, her face inches from the action as the Drider paused, eggs shifting into position...

The Drider punched forward, immense weight driving its gigantic fucking bundle of egg-engorged ovipositors as oil spat against Falrina's tiny, virginal holes... and then into them. The huge spiderherm pinned the tiny girl's shoulders, spearing both of her undersized cunts with gigantic fucking ovipositors in an instant, bumping against her cervix right away. Falrina screamed, spasming voice occasionally stopped by oil spurting out of her own cunts three fucking inches from her contorted, out-of-place head below. She was so... so tight. Tighter than a vice. Her pussies -- both of them -- spasmed around not one, but two engorged ovipositors each, stretched far past their limits and bleeding from their broken hymens. Their wombs parted with the second brutal thrust, her ass splitting likewise as the highest ovipositor found its way into her large intestine. The only thing merciful about it was pints and pints of lubricating oil, but the searing-hot liquid did little to dull the pain the poor, raped Falrina was going through... screaming... until she was permanently cut off. Something blocked the vision of that out-of-place face.. another ovipositor. A sixth. Stuffed down her fucking throat, and now bucking in rhythm with the rest. Smooth, orange-sized eggs began to spurt into every single one of her fucking holes, filling her. They'd have to be fertilized.

Ishra ambled towards her sister. Her cunt, had also split into two smaller orifices, and as the older and curvier sister crawled to comfort her little sibling, something pinned her down. Then two somethings. Then six. Hooves stomped all around -- and on her, pinning what little clothing she had as well as every extremity. Her hair was tugged up by a powerful arm, and she dangled in the air, pissing herself... before a gigantic fucking shemale centaur. Although this brown-haired, big-titted beauty wasn't as tall as the drider currently destroying Falrina's entire body, she was tall. Much taller than Ishra, and with a cock that rivaled even Myara's godly member. The horsecock that spattered precum onto Ishra's curvy thigh was as long as the Egyptian beauty's own leg, and just as thick. The balls hanging behind it were easily the size of her head. Each. They visibly churned with thick, fertile nut-batter fit to knock up a nation. The kind of spunk that would destroy anything in its path, and fucking impregnate it a thousand times over. Ishra looked around, barely able to turn her head, tearing up as her hair was tugged at, body suspended. There were fourteen of these Centauresses surrounding her. All giant-cocked.