A redhead with green eyes, petite in stature but not lacking in determination. She's typically quick-witted and flirtatious, able to handle herself well both verbally and physically. However, she also has a sensitive side as shown by her emotional reaction to the gruesome events she experiences. Despite her initial shock, she demonstrates resourcefulness and adaptability under pressure.

Before Roslyn could reach for the handle however, a heavy thud sounded and caused her to spin around only to be met with the sight of Hal collapsed on the ground. "Oh shit..." She muttered as one of his drinking buddies crouched down to check on him. Instead of being met with silence, all of the sudden the previously pale looking man sat straight up and sunk his teeth into said friend's face. Between the blood curdling cries of the shocked victim to the remaining patrons opting to rush for the exit she didn't think twice about pulling Hal away and hitting his neck in a way that should have knocked him out. And yet the other man continued to scream, something that hurt her ears.

"What the fu-" As if the sight of flesh hanging out of his bloodied mouth wasn't enough to churn the contents of her stomach, the sound of his neck snapping was. He looked grotesque, and that's when she realized in some way he was no longer alive. A theory ran through her head but was it enough to act on? The man standing to come at her forced a snap decision and in an instant it was over. Footsteps shuffled and two shots rang out, the gun she kept behind the counter to hide her identity was smoking and both men were lifeless.

With the doors shut once more and the corpses littering the ground, the rattled woman slumped down into a chair and set the gun to the side. She then rubbed her face with shaking hands and whispered. "Oh god... What the fuck am I going to do?"

"Love the new diet." Logan fiddled with the cheap Bic lighter for a few seconds before tossing it aside. He glanced down at the store clerk, a pretty young woman, that had decided to charge an arm and a leg for a lighter. She looked ill one moment than decided to lunge at him like a wild animal. She missed and landed face first on the ground. He grabbed another lighter from the shelf and grunted when it worked.

The young woman wiggled forward towards him. He watched with a detached curiosity at the wrongness of her movements. Pale skin, sunken yellow eyes, and an odor that reminded him of bad beef. She reached his boot and attempted to chew through the leather. He shook her off, steeping a few steps back. She came forward. He went backwards.

"I think you need to calm down." Logan dropped a handful of bills on the ground before stepping out of the shop. He flipped the open sign to close before examining the street around him. Only a few people moved around on the sidewalks, and none of the usual traffic jammed the streets. He regretted not keeping up with current events and decided a quick drink at the local watering hole would be the perfect place to catch up on things.

Logan crossed the street quickly and glanced up at the sign. "Golden Rose, huh?" He found the name funny given the rough neighborhood. Without much thought, he entered but paused at the corpses laying on the ground. "Out of the fire..."

The stench of blood left Roslyn nauseous and light headed courtesy of her sensitive nose. She had dealt with vomit, piss, even both mixed together, yet the oddly intense rot from Hal's body sent her running to the bathroom.

She smoothed her skirt and fiddled with her hair as she sobbed and reflected on what led her to this moment, remembering all too well the man she had massacred one fateful night. It was self defense, he wanted to hurt her, but she would never forget what it felt like to be sprayed with his blood and have to clean her claws after.

She was caught up in her own thoughts when the door unexpectedly opened, muffled by the one that she was behind. Had it not been for the shock of her recent kills she'd have reacted much more quickly.

Instead she slowly opened the door and rounded the corner to face him, gun in hand and cheeks red from crying. "Who are you? Have you been bitten?" Normally when she saw such a good looking man she'd take the opportunity to size him up and flirt if she liked him, yet after the day's events she had no choice but to keep him under the barrel of her gun. "If you aren't I won't kick you out, but I need an answer."

Logan's hands raised slowly in front of him. Something major happened between his times in the mountain and his last visit to the city. He cursed at not bothering to keep a phone or television around. The news droned on about the same tired crap, but now that something big was taking place, he was left in the dark. The store clerk trying to make him dinner confused him but he assumed it to be some mental episode. Economic downturn could explain the lack of traffic. A woman pointing a gun at him while standing near two corpses tossed both of those possibilities out the window unless his luck was truly awful.

It sounded like something from a zombie movie. "I am not here to hurt you," Logan replied slowly, taking a few cautious steps towards her. "Just tell me what is going on and give me the bottle off the top shelf at the very end. Lower the weapon..." In an instant, Logan snatched the weapon from the woman's grip and tossed it behind him. "I love your hospitality. You must get glowing reviews." He came forward again to stare down at the woman. "Explain what is going on before I get mad."

Roslyn was stunned into silence as he just walked up and disarmed her. She wasn't sure why this man has effected her in such a way considering she'd just essentially murdered two friendly faces previously. All she could do was gasp as the gun flew away and take a few steps back, her own hitting the counter.

"Actually, I do. My name is Roslyn and one of my patrons came in with a bite wound. Next thing I know he's gnawing the face off of his best friend and when I went to pull him off his neck snapped. Kicker is he didn't die, it was like he didn't feel a thing." At this point she figured she may as well just cooperate. After all he was an entire foot taller than her and clearly stronger. Speed wouldn't get her out of whatever this is.

"Oh, right..." The small woman took a careful step forward before making a beeline to get behind the counter, soon producing the requested bottle and a glass onto the countertop. "Here. This is what you wanted, right?"

Logan ignored the class in favor of drinking straight from the bottle. Between the store clerk and the bodies in the bar, the need for civilized behavior seemed unimportant. He mulled over her words for a few seconds before taking another swig. The feeling of being in one of those zombie movies gnawed at the back of his brain. He tried to think of the next moves beyond finishing his drink.

"I'm getting out of here," he declared once half of the bottle had disappeared into his stomach. "This obviously isn't an isolated incident, and I'm not about to hang out to see the outcome." A moment passed, and he took another sip. "After my drink."

Multiple fists slammed into the door in the bar's kitchen. A barely audible groan echoed above the television, which had gone to an emergency alert system. He continued with the bottle. "After my drink."

"Well, if you're going to stay here long enough for a drink I'd like to at least know your name. I haven't seen you around these parts before. Were you just passing through?" Roslyn wasn't ready to just let go of society as they knew it just yet, although at that moment she didn't realize that it was crashing down.

The sudden sound startled the redhead enough to make her jump and turn to face the doors. Without a second thought she took a hold of a table and pushed it in front of them. Afterwards she reached into the cleaning supplies closet and rammed a mop between the handles. For a moment she just stared at the familiar face on the other side, bloodshot eyes making her own green ones crease with grief.

"...Take me with you? I know it's a long shot and you don't really know me, but.. something isn't right here. I won't be dead weight, I can fight or talk my way out of just about anything." It was a sudden request but she couldn't shake the feeling that it was the right thing to do for herself. After all he had disarmed her and kept a level head despite the corpses staring back up at them. "Please? I don't want to be alone."

By then she had turned around and set the gun up into the counter before walking away from it. Seeing as how he was having a drink she decided to join him, producing a bottle of spiced rum. She however poured her own into a glass and took a slow sip.


A tall, strong man who exudes an air of rugged self-reliance. He's not easily fazed and maintains a level head even in the face of unexpected horror, suggesting he's experienced and possibly hardened by life. He has a dry sense of humor and is somewhat detached, preferring to keep to himself as indicated by his lack of modern communication tools. Despite this aloofness, Logan demonstrates quick thinking and decisive action when necessary.

Logan ignored the class in favor of drinking straight from the bottle. Between the store clerk and the bodies in the bar, the need for civilized behavior seemed unimportant. He mulled over her words for a few seconds before taking another swig. The feeling of being in one of those zombie movies gnawed at the back of his brain. He tried to think of the next moves beyond finishing his drink.

"I'm getting out of here," he declared once half of the bottle had disappeared into his stomach. "This obviously isn't an isolated incident, and I'm not about to hang out to see the outcome." A moment passed, and he took another sip. "After my drink."

Multiple fists slammed into the door in the bar's kitchen. A barely audible groan echoed above the television, which had gone to an emergency alert system. He continued with the bottle. "After my drink."


A young mare who seems inexperienced and somewhat naive. She possesses wings. Her physical attractiveness is implied by her date and her concern over her ruined dress suggests she values her appearance. Although initially curious about her own body, Rainy finds herself overwhelmed in extreme situations. Despite enduring traumatic experiences, she demonstrates resilience and a capacity for forgiveness, accepting Dusty's aid despite witnessing her classmate's inappropriate reaction during her ordeal.

Like many young mares, Rainy had tried to put things in her throat, testing and practicing her gag reflex, seeing if she could push it down with practically no success. It was the most disturbing reversal of fortune that the moment it was removed her throat was suddenly abused by a powerful tentacle slamming itself into her. She could feel her throat stretching out, a sensation that by all accounts should have been horrifically painful, was render merely disturbing, her throat feeling more full then a person's throat was ever supposed to.

Were... the tentacles getting some kind of pleasure out of this? Her eyes widened as she realized a horrific possibility. Were the tentacles breeding? She felt like she was going to puke briefly, in spite of her sudden lack of a gag reflex, but that desire was pushed away as the tentacles abruptly stopped when the tentacles stopped foreplay and just went in whole hog. She shrilled a scream around the tentacles currently lodged in her throat, black marks starting to roll down her face. Again, not pain, it was surprisingly non-harmful given how much it was flagrantly abusing her anatomy, but it was certainly intense, probably the most intense thing she had ever felt.

As she heard the rip, her eyes darted around to find the source. In spite of everything, some part of her was very sad that her dress had gotten ruined: she had really liked the dress. And then she considered Dusty, who hadn't yet run away. What was she doing. She wanted to signal to her, but had no means to do so, and simply settled for looking at her with a bit of concern. What are you doing? Go, run! She hoped the tentacles didn't go after her...

"...Mon dieu..." The poor, stunned pegasus mare muttered, still mesmerized by the sight, seemingly. It was strange, as she sat there, she did absolutely nothing, just watching it all play out. Her eyes darted up and down the form of her friend, unable to do anything but watch as she was used and violated by the mass of writhing, fleshy tendrils. Slowly getting up onto shaky hooves, the pegasus trotted around the room, stepping over a puddle of water from the busted piping, and sat down again, now staring between Rainy's legs, watching as she was being penetrated.

"Uhm... Rainy... do you... are you... ne peux pas croire que je dis cela, are you enjoying yourself...?" She asked inquisitively, unable to think of anything else to say, apparently. Her hind legs clenched up a little as she watched, as Rainy saw. Well, that could only mean one thing... just as the thought crossed her mind, another tentacle, unknowable where from, came down and caressed the mare's head, writhing and sloppily dragging itself against her mane, getting it all sticky and slimy. And then, she suddenly heard something ethereal.

*Breed.*

Just as soon as the voice was heard in her head, it was gone. It wasn't something she heard, rather, something she... knew. It was just there, in her head. It was neither masculine nor feminine in tone, it just existed.

At the accusation of her enjoyment, she shook her head violently, or at least tried. It came out more like a jiggle considering that at that moment the tentacles opted to shove themselves into her maw again, and her eyes started to roll back in her head. She wasn't enjoying it! That was crazy... wasn't it? She couldn't deny that she was feeling aroused, intense sensations, something she had never felt before. But the tentacles had forced themselves on her... would they have done it if she didn't want it? A new sense of shame poured from her at the realization but she shook herself out. She didn't want this! No matter what she did want, and she wasn't entirely sure, she was certain it wasn't this!

Her confused and jabbered thoughts were silenced by the tentacle dragging itself across her while her pussy got a fresh thrust, cock slamming up deeper and higher into her, legs flaring and tensing against the tentacles with a mewl. It was too much, she wasn't sure she could take anymore, and she could feel herself building. And then the voice... What was it? A command? A warning? Was some kind of monster going to impregnate her? Again, a sense of sickness, but even that was nothing compared to the sheer tension. She wasn't sure what was coming next, she had never gotten this far when she had fooled around, but she knew it was close...

The mare in the corner, awestruck by all the sights in front of her, completely lost it. Watching as the tentacle between Rainy's legs started to corkscrew into her, rather than just the usual thrusting motion, stretching out her tight little marehood in the process, the white-furred pony dug her flesh-and-bone hoof in between her legs, under her dress, watching as the poor mare in front of her was violated. The tentacles seemed to completely ignore her, though. They were all focused on the mare ahead of her.

Inside her throat, the tentacle kept on pushing down further and further, thrusting forwards and back. It wasn't violent, just soft and slow, making it hard for the mare to breathe, but yet again, not impossible. At that moment, just as she started feeling something seriously build up between her legs, the door swung open again. "What the buck is going on, Rainy? You tell me you're leaving for five minutes and youuu..." Rainy's date stood in the doorway, jaw hanging open listlessly, surveying the whole scene. He was at a loss for words, seeing as how his date was strung up by some monstrous figure, and there was one of the hottest mares in school clopping in the corner. "Buh... wuh... gauh..." He was awestruck as well. He stepped a little closer, legs shaky, when a tentacle whipped out and lashed at him, trying to grab. "Aiee!" He screamed, jumping back a little. "Dusty, what the buck is going on here?!" He screamed, face turning white. Meanwhile, the tentacles all tightened up a little, pulling her legs further apart, pushing in deeper, and thrusting into her harder.

*Oh great,* Rainy thought. *This is exactly what I need.*

She didn't have the faculties to explain to her date that no, it wasn't what it looked like. She had no clue what Dusty was doing, but she had to admit that her eyes were having a hard time not lingering on the sight of the hoof eagerly plunging into her depths and toying around with herself like she was actually enjoying the sight of Rainy getting spitroasted by very eager monsters.

And then it hit her. A sudden, swelling burst of pleasure. Greater than even the thrusting as it rolled through her, it was like her whole body was on fire, like everything suddenly felt... good. Her back arched under the sensation, even as slack as she had been lying in the grip of the tentacles, and every thrust became like the dropping sensation before a steep nose dive. A long, extended moan rolled out of her mouth and she winked a couple of times, cunt drooling all over her legs and liberally onto the floor. She swallowed reflexively, gulping down huge amounts of the slime and whatever else the phallic tentacles had to offer.

It was her first orgasm. It was intense and powerful, and she really needed a moment to think as her vision blurred at the edges under the constant assault of pleasure. But the tentacles didn't seem to give it to her, unwilling to let her deflate they took advantage of her hypersensitivity and thrusted harder, faster it seemed. Each one was accompanied by a meep as she hung there in the grip of the unseen monster, strength left out of her muscles as the orgasm left her exhausted.

The tendrils continued to corkscrew into the mare's orifices, moving her about more viciously in midair now. The young mare in the corner watched in awe as Rainy was used so effortlessly, abused by the mass of writhing limbs. Drooling over herself quite a lot, she curled up a bit, mewling and moaning to herself as she came to a climax herself, almost irrationally aroused by the sight. "Muh... ahh... uhm... mes excuses, mon cherie... I... could not control my urges..." She muttered to the mare being molested in front of her still, unsure of how else to explain herself.

The colt by the door was not so impressed by the sight, as he seemed to be much more concerned about the tentacles grabbing him than anything else. "I don't... uh... I'll try to... get somepony..." He seemed as unsure about that as anything, as he turned and left, his face going rather red as he did so. As the stallion left, almost on queue, the tentacles very briefly started coming to a halt, their fevered motions slowing down and getting less violent towards the mare.

Everything felt like it was on fire. Although the anaesthetic slime of the tentacles kept it from actually hurting, her pussy, her throat, and her face all burnt with friction, exertion, and humiliation. She slowly came back to herself as the tentacles started to slow down but she still felt like she was... floating. Some part of it still felt good, the natural consequence of neuroreceptors and ancient instinct but she felt... violated. She looked over at Dusty and wasn't sure what to make of her. She had seen her getting fucked and raped by tentacles and thought it was... hot?

Her date she would not be going after again. Every time he saw he would only be thinking of her getting brutally fucked by tentacles. And he hadn't even tried to help. Could she really date a stallion like that, no matter how attractive? No, she was just going to try and forget this happened. And she'd be telling Dusty the same. This never happened.

Dusty got to her hooves, slowly walking over to the paper towel dispenser and drying off between her legs, looking incredibly embarrassed. "You must forgive me... I..." The thought immediately came to Rainy's mind, from the look on the mare's face, that she was almost about to say 'I wish that had been me', but she was too disgusted to even imagine that coming out of the pretty little mare's muzzle. "Ahm... on the good side, they're... stopping...?" The pegasus mumbled under her breath, watching the tentacles coming to a close in their little display. The one in Rainy's muzzle slid out, seemingly satisfied with exploring her throat. Her right hind hoof was let go, and the others dropped her to the ground slowly, unfurling themselves from her. And, just as soon as that happened, she heard another voice.

"Next time." And just like that, the last of the tentacles slid out of her, slithering out of her quivering, achey little marehood. But, as if to mark her, it didn't leave before spurting out some sort of thick white liquid, coating her back in a hot mess of it, enough to absolutely ruin the tatters of the dress beyond any salvage. The tentacles began to retreat, sliding back into their respective places they erupted from, as if never being there at all.

Rainy probably would have rushed to the toilet and vomited if she had the energy to. As it was, she felt exhausted, emptied out. She could barely wince as she felt cup after cup of gooey white stuff spew itself over her the remains of her dress. Next time? There was... there was going to be more? She wasn't sure if she could take that. Could someone help her? Make sure she got free? Anything? She had no idea...

Vaguely, she looked over at Dusty. She had just kind of... stood by while it happened. Then again, there wasn't much she could do regardless. With sigh, she let out a groan and spoke. "C-can you help me get out of my dress and m-maybe get cleaned up?" She asked. She didn't there was much else they could do, but the idea of walking home all covered in this white gunk... it was more than she could take right now.

She flapped her wings and slowly managed to lift her hooves and started to pull the dress off of herself. She still felt like her legs were jelly, but the longer she had the dress on, the more the white stuff would sink into her fur, and that thought made her want to throw up all over again. She whimpered as she started to pull the dress off.

Clenching her jaw, looking more frazzled than even before, the thin pegasus nodded quickly, getting heaps and heaps of paper towels. Giving a few to Rainy herself, the two mares started to clean her up, both of them feeling rather icky for opposing reasons. As Dusty cleaned off the other mare's fur, helping remove her dress, she refrained from scooping any of the liquid into her hoof to taste, no matter how much she might have wanted to. She wasn't a slave to her inhibitions. Well, not that bad of one. "Of course, mon cherie... and, do not fret. I feel as though... Well, I owe you. If you would like, you can stay at my home tonight..." She placed her flesh-and-blood hoof on the other mare's shoulder, smiling softly. "You can use my bath... I'll make you coffee... You can have my guest bedroom. My parents are out of town, which was supposed to be a good thing for my date, but, not quite..." She smiled a little, trying to lighten the frazzled mare's mood. "Come on. I promise I'll take care of you." Opening up for a hug, even though Rainy didn't know exactly how to feel about this mare whom had just dropped to the floor and beat one out to the sight of her being spitroasted by an abomination, she had to admit... the foreign filly with the fake hoof was rather adorable, in her own way, with her gorgeous fur, sweet face, and endearing accent. It made it just a little more bearable, knowing that this was the mare who witnessed all of that.

Rainy sniffled and nodded. She wasn't quite in the mood for humor, but Dusty still seemed nice enough and she could definitely use a friend after all of... that. "A-all right," she said, mind still occasionally flashing to the thought of her hoof digging at herself while she wriggled under her own ministrations... Rainy was definitely into stallions over mares, but it still brought a flush to her face. She leaned in to accept the hug, and the two of them got up to exit the bathroom.

It was the beginning of a strange friendship. Dusty's obsession with sex made her uniquely adapted to help Rainy deal with the tentacular attacks, and she got plenty of masturbation material every time her friend got assaulted, which Rainy graciously looked the other way on.that. Of course, Rainy wasn't a horrific broken shell, but it didn't help her social life, and she slowly started to withdraw more and more from social life, trying to get out of school at every possibility, not doing any extracurriculars, even quitting her part time job with the weather team.

Dusty would have to help with that.


A pegasus mare, characterized by her white fur and  attractive appearance. She has at least one flesh-and-bone hoof, partially prosthetic. Her behavior indicates a strong sexual curiosity and an inclination towards voyeurism. Dusty is somewhat passive in stressful situations but shows compassion when danger subsides, offering comfort and support. Despite her peculiar tendencies, she exhibits a certain charm accentuated by her endearing foreign accent.

Rainy sniffled and nodded. She wasn't quite in the mood for humor, but Dusty still seemed nice enough and she could definitely use a friend after all of... that. "A-all right," she said, mind still occasionally flashing to the thought of her hoof digging at herself while she wriggled under her own ministrations... Rainy was definitely into stallions over mares, but it still brought a flush to her face. She leaned in to accept the hug, and the two of them got up to exit the bathroom.

It was the beginning of a strange friendship. Dusty's obsession with sex made her uniquely adapted to help Rainy deal with the tentacular attacks, and she got plenty of masturbation material every time her friend got assaulted, which Rainy graciously looked the other way on.that. Of course, Rainy wasn't a horrific broken shell, but it didn't help her social life, and she slowly started to withdraw more and more from social life, trying to get out of school at every possibility, not doing any extracurriculars, even quitting her part time job with the weather team.

Dusty would have to help with that.

Dusty watched her friend's retreat from life unfold, a knot of concern and guilt tightening in her chest. She found herself torn between her own perverse fascination and genuine worry for Rainy. It was undeniable how much she enjoyed those strange encounters, but seeing her friend suffer emotionally was unbearable. One evening, as they sat together sipping hot cocoa, she mustered up enough courage. "Mon cherie," she started hesitantly, looking into Rainy's eyes, "We need... we need help. This cannot continue."


a younger, relatively inexperienced man who is eager to learn and please Winry. He has a gentle touch and displays genuine affection for her. His blushes and hesitations suggest a shy and somewhat innocent nature. Despite his inexperience, he shows natural talent in intimate situations, quickly adapting to Winry's desires. Overall, Kyle comes across as a caring, attentive partner with an innate ability to connect with others on an emotional level.

A blush formed upon Kyle's cheeks as Winry touched his chest, but he slowly shook his head at her words. "You're not old and withered. You've maintained quite the beauty..." He then bit his lower lip and thought for a moment, an idea coming to his mind about her other words. "If perhaps I stay more than just the night... You could instruct me on what I should do each day to be successful..." He placed his hand gently on top of her own. "You can live your life through me and then I will live mine fully for you."

Winry's smile was genuine, something in her was attracted to him, she didn't want to start anything so soon but she could not help it. She hugged him. "You know what to say to an old woman to make her feel young again Innocent. I am glad. Live your life, and in turn I will make yours happy." She kissed him, but it wasn't a quick kiss, it was a teasing kiss; a lust filled kiss that was sincere and spoke volumes. Hands massaged his chest, neck and back during the encounter. She moaned a little exploring his mouth with her tongue.

The feel of her arms around him was a wonderful, warm feeling and Kyle couldn't help but wrap his own around her in a hug. He nodded to her words but soon he felt her lips against his in a longing kiss. He wasn't sure what to do at first for a few seconds, this having been his first kiss ever, but his body reacted on it's own to her touch. He pressed his body closer to hers, kissing her deeply, fingers trailing along her lower back. The feel of her tongue against his was way more than he expected, but he ran his along her own. Her moan sent chills down his spine and he brought his hands around to her breasts, wanting to hear more of her moans as he gently squeezed them.

Winry was enjoying what was happening. It was as if his body moved on its own. She was not sure if he was experienced but his tongue sure was. He tongue was soft, just as soft as hers. Her fingers kept cascading the boys back. The boys body moved and motioned her to want more and vice versa. She purred indicating that she was enjoying and she wanted it. She squeezed more fondling his shoulders and chest. She wanted to be touched, she wanted to be caressed and she looked at him lovingly. "May I ask is this your first time?"

The way her hands moved along his body felt great and he wanted her to feel the same, but was unsure of what to do. He was about to attempt to massage her breasts before her question hit him. He bit his lower lip and looked down, hands dropping to his side. "Umm... well..." He fidgeted a little, then looked into her eyes. "It is... I'm sorry if my inexperience is noticeable... I didn't mean to disappoint." He was worried that he wasn't going to be able to please her now with his inexperience, he promised to give her what she wanted but now felt he was failing.

Winry smiled, her smile was mixed with lust and pleasure. Listening to him only enticed her wants more. She touched his face and then looked in his eyes. "You are not a disappointment Innocent, this makes it all the more desirable, and what I want more right now is for you to touch me... anyway you wish." She moved closer to him placing her arm around him and the edge of the tub. "Do not worry, you will be able to please me... and if you don't understand something just ask and I will tell."

Kyle bit his lower lip and was glad she thought he could please her. He took in a deep breath as she got closer and slowly let it out as his hands reached for her breasts and gently cupped them. He enjoyed how soft they felt beneath his hands and gently squeezed them, his fingers then trailing along her breasts. His lips pressed against her neck and trails of kisses followed along her collarbone.

It had been a while since Winry had been touched, so long in fact that when she was touched she bit her lower lip in compliance. Her eyes had a lust to them, those red passionate orbs waiting on what he would do next. When he palmed her breasts she nuzzled his face, cherishing the fact that they were that close together. She paused for a second and then looked at him. "For someone so inexperienced you sure have a man's touch." She giggled.

Her words had caused Kyle to blush intensely and his hands had stopped moving for a moment. But it didn't take long before his lips began to trail further along past her collarbone and down to her breasts. His lips brushed their way to her left nipple and enveloped it, pressing together around it. He pulled back just slightly then sucked on it, his left hand squeezing her right breast. He then switched, circling his tongue around her right nipple then gently sucked it between his lips before looking up into her eyes.

"You are doing good, you seem like you're enjoying yourself. Okay, now put that tongue to good use and lick a little lower." Winry raised her ass on the edge of the tub and spread her legs wide. She signaled for him to come over using her index finger. Once he was close enough she would grab his face. "Now focus on the clit and lick the entire area. I want your whole face covered, no half ass jobs here?" She questioned as she moved her hair out the way of her face. Peering at him she rested her other leg on his shoulder.

A minor blush came upon Kyle's cheeks at her words, knowing partly what she was referring to. But as he got close to her, he felt her grab his face and bring her closer more quickly and thus he blushed even more at her force and words. "No, Mistress. No half ass jobs..." He ran his tongue from the bottom of her pussy entrance up and along her clit, then moved in until his fare was practically pressed against her body. His tongue continued to run along her clit as his breath hit her pussy. It was different from her breasts, reacting differently as well. It was also what she wanted and where his focus was completely at, knowing if he did a well enough job, he'd hear a sound from deep within her that would drive him wild.

Winry was impressed and it was hard to impress this women. She watched as he licked and sucked around her triangle. She was content with this, she moved according to what he was doing at the time and she gave a moan when he was doing something right. She made sure to let him know when he was doing a good job, she made sure to reward him with cum when he made her back lift from the edge. Having someone please her was something that she liked and wanted more of. She was glad that he was focused it showed more in his touches than anything else.

"You are doing well Innocent... now... let me feel something else." She was implying that she wanted him to take her right there. She wanted to see if his stroke was as good as his tongue stroke.

Kyle was glad he could make his Mistress happy and could hear her sounds of pleasure. Then her words went through his mind and he was willing to give her what it was that she wanted. He moved from her then slid up her body and pressed his lips to hers in a deep and passionate kiss. After a few seconds he pressed his hips along hers and started to grind his hard shaft against her entrance. After her juices had coated his shaft a bit, he grabbed it and slowly slid it in until their hips pressed completely together.


An older woman, but she has maintained her beauty and allure. Her eyes are described as red and passionate orbs, hinting at a fiery personality. She is confident in her desires and takes the lead during intimate moments, guiding Kyle through their encounter. Despite her experience, she shows genuine affection and appreciation for Kyle's efforts to please her. Overall, Winry comes across as a sensual and assertive individual who enjoys taking charge in intimate situations.

Kyle was glad he could make his Mistress happy and could hear her sounds of pleasure. Then her words went through his mind and he was willing to give her what it was that she wanted. He moved from her then slid up her body and pressed his lips to hers in a deep and passionate kiss. After a few seconds he pressed his hips along hers and started to grind his hard shaft against her entrance. After her juices had coated his shaft a bit, he grabbed it and slowly slid it in until their hips pressed completely together.

Winry gasped at the pleasure she was receiving, he was as big as she imagined, of not bigger. She didn't expect to cum so fast, but alas as they say expect the unexpected. She groaned at the feeling lingering, indeed missing the pleasure that was being given to her. Too many nights she pleased and pleasured herself, it was about time someone did so for her sake. Moving her hips in unison with his it was like they had a rhythm that could not be trifled. It was like the Sun had met its Moon, the Stars met the Sky... and she gripped the edge of the pool trying to find something, anything to grab onto. He was riding her like a roller coaster and she was not prepared.


A 16 years old girl studying magic at Hogwarts. She's open to lesbian sexual relationships with her friends. A submissive individual, who despite her initial reluctance, finds herself succumbing to the pleasure derived from Harry's dominance. Her personality is generally obedient and somewhat passive, yet also curious and adventurous given her past experiences. She is a redhead and attractive. Her physical attractiveness combined with her submissive nature makes her an object of desire for others.

Ginny sighed. There was no way around it. Now she felt like an idiot, on top of everything else. She walked over, perching herself as lightly as she could on Harry's lap. She could feel his rock hard prick pushing into her thigh, and she shivered. "Luna and I... well... you know she gets into some strange conversations. We were up late one night, after a Gryffindor victory party, for Quidditch."

She paused, trying to hold back the blush that was burning on her cheeks. Harry's cock throbbed underneath her, and she felt a stirring in her navel again, a slight moistness starting between her legs. The blush deepened, and she continued, hoping to distract him from her obvious uncomfortability. "We got talking about this article in Witch Weekly, about bondage and... one thing led to another, and... well, you've got the pictures." She stopped speaking, fixing her gaze away from Harry, her cheeks now furiously red.

Harry shook his head, "Shame shame Ginny, speaking so casually, I said I wanted details, describe it to me as if I was their, maybe this will give you a bit of motivation."

He brought his hand down hard on her bare ass. Fifty hard fast spankings. No mercy and the full force he could with his hand wet into each blow. His thumb absent minded rubbed up and down her natural slit as he said, "Come on sexy tell me everything, who started it, what all happened, details enough so that I could imagine I was their watching if I wanted."

Ginny cried out the first time his hand came down hard on her arse, leaving a pink, hand shaped mark behind it. Again and again she hit her, and she couldn't help the way her juices flowed more and more, her gasps of pain quickly becoming mingled with pleasure. "She conjured herself the outfit," Ginny gasped out, tears on her eyes. She was bent over Harry's knee, her bare breasts pressing against one leg and her ass resting on the other, the warm, moist place between her legs in close contact with his skin.

She knew he must be able to feel how wet she had become over the course of the spanking. Blinking back the moisture in her eyelids, she continued. "Then she tied me up. A simple spell to conjure the shackles, against the wall of the common room. Oh.. anyone could have come in and seen us..." she let out a little, involuntary sigh at the memory, the thrill of the possibility of being caught, Luna's sly smile as she approached the helpless redhead, naked, tied against the wall.

The blush was burning on Ginny's cheeks again, her pussy growing wetter than ever. "She... ahh... she teased me.. just little touches, just enough to drive me crazy, without letting me finish... for so long," Ginny's eyes had slipped shut, a small smile on her face, almost forgetting her situation as she replayed the memory through her mind.

Harry chuckled, slamming two finger into Ginny's tight cunt he said, "Such a naughty dyke, getting turned on by a fellow woan, luckily you have a nice strong man to show you true pleasure now, you will refer to me as Master from now on in private, do you understand?"

He let his thumb rub at her anus. Chuckling as he said, "Tell me all your sexual experiences Ginny I want to know how virginal my new pet is, how much I should use and abuse her for our first secession, what a kinky trollop she is."

Ginny gasped, her eyes opened wide as Harry roughly shoved his fingers inside her. She was horrified when a small moan escaped her lips as his thumb rubbed against her asshole. She hadn't meant that to happen! But it felt... so good... "I've never been with a man," she whimpered, "Only Luna. Just that night. She..." the redhead let out a sigh as a shiver of pleasure ran through her cunt... but she could not enjoy this... not like this...

"She touched me, like... like you are now... She used these toys, muggle inventions, that... that vibrate and move inside you..." The youngest Ginny closed her eyes. She didn't want to think about that right now. She did not want to get turned on, not when Harry's fingers were deep inside her and his thumb threatened to enter her tighter hole... Oh god... She bit her lip.

Harry let his thumb rub against the youngest Ginny's puckered back door. Chuckling he said, "Tell me what you want Ginny, and be honest, I'll know if your lying, and if you do I will punish you, now tell me the truth, I expect total honesty from my belongings."

The sentence wasn't said as a threat, nor as a bluff. It was a simple statement, no doubt in his mind or words. His fingering of her cunt grew to a fever pace. However he didn't allow her to cum his thumb rubbing her back door harder and faster. He knew what effect he was having on the young red head and was ignoring it.

"That's the truth!" Ginny protested, having to force the words out as a tremor ran through her body. Every inch of her ached to finish, but Harry kept her just on the brink, and it was driving her crazy!

Had he called her his belonging? How much further was this going to go, Ginny wondered, as the boy who lived quickened the pace of his fingers in her tight, cunt. She could feel her juices gathering around his fingers, her body responding more and more to his forceful touch. "I swear, I've told you everything!" she gasped, unconsciously thrusting her hips toward Harry's fingers.

Harry spoke his voice taunting, "So you don't want to cum?" He pulled his hand out rapidly finishing her punishment. Before cork screwing his fingers inside of her cunt. Hard and fast he slid the very tip of his thumb into her tight anus. Testing the hole as he said, "Beg me to let you cum Ginny, plead for me to make you explode on my fingers, come on we both know you want it, now beg, and beg like the dirty freak you are."

Ginny cried out loud as Harry's thumb entered her back door, half in shock and half in pleasure—Luna had done this to her before, and she knew how good it could feel... "Ohh..." the redhead moaned, torn between giving in, and letting him use her however he wanted, and and her desire to give Harry the exact opposite of what he wanted right now.

This was the boy she'd been in love with as a little girl, the first boy to capture her heart! And now she was bent over his knee, being fucked like something filthy, all because of one night of dirty passion with the classmate that had been just to gorgeous to resist. "Please, Harry..." she managed to force out through her short, heated breaths, her instincts getting the better of her for a moment before she remembered herself, and swallowed the rest of the sentence. But with every moment that passed, she got wetter and wetter, and she couldn't help the way her hips still pressed backwards onto Harry's hand, begging him for more.

Harry shook his head, "So close, but I am your God now Ginny, try it again, and try it right, come on I know you can do it, give it to me right, come on, be a good little witch." He corkscrewed his fingers within her cunt. Chuckling he said, "This anus isn't' virginal, really Ginny, taking it up the ass too, I'd hate to have to tell your brother twat a slag his sister is, barely sixteen and yet taking it in the ass and cunt, probably at the same time."

"No!" Ginny gasped, "Don't tell him... I'm not a slag! It's only Luna..." she trailed off as Harry's fingers twisted sharply inside her, and gasped again. "Ohh... Harry," she couldn't help but sigh. She was too far gone now, and Harry's reminder of why she was letting this happen... if Ron found out... her mother! She couldn't let that happen!

She swallowed, hard. Closed her eyes, and tried to keep the anger from her face. It wasn't hard to adopt a pleading, panting tone of voice—half of her wanted this anyway; she just had to let that half take over. Her body ached for release, and she couldn't resist it much longer anyway. "Harry... please... let me cum! I need to... Do anything you want, just let me..."


A 17 years old boy studying at Hogwarts. He's had a crush on Ginny for years. A dominant and assertive individual who derives pleasure from control and power. He has a sadistic tendency, enjoying the physical and emotional responses he can elicit through his actions. His personality is confident, unapologetic, and even arrogant.

"No!" Ginny gasped, "Don't tell him... I'm not a slag! It's only Luna..." she trailed off as Harry's fingers twisted sharply inside her, and gasped again. "Ohh... Harry," she couldn't help but sigh. She was too far gone now, and Harry's reminder of why she was letting this happen... if Ron found out... her mother! She couldn't let that happen!

She swallowed, hard. Closed her eyes, and tried to keep the anger from her face. It wasn't hard to adopt a pleading, panting tone of voice—half of her wanted this anyway; she just had to let that half take over. Her body ached for release, and she couldn't resist it much longer anyway. "Harry... please... let me cum! I need to... Do anything you want, just let me..."

Harry chuckled, saying "Okay Little Ginny, I think you deserve one nice orgasm after all as dirty a slut as you are you have to be in hell right now." He moved his fingers hard and fast wanting to push her over the edge. Just as son as she came he'd puled his fingers out of her. Smacking her ass hard another fifty times. His cock painfully hard inside of his robe he said, "Hm, what does little Ginny want, tell me."


A young, petite cat girl with blonde hair and enhanced sensitivity due to her feline nature. Initially shy and apprehensive, she quickly becomes eager and submissive in the presence of her master, John. Her desire to please him drives her actions throughout the story.

At John's question, Mina shook her head. When he took it out like that, she let out a surprised gasp, her hands going over her mouth. He was absolutely huge! He'd never fit inside of her! Shaking her head, her blond hair going every which way, she steadied herself. Moving down to her knees before him, she looked up at him as her tongue brushed up the underside of his cock.

Again, her body was designed for a male just like him. His salty taste made her moan with need, her shyness subsiding, being replaced by eagerness as she began to lap at his cock, her small tongue getting it wet.

Having felt her wetness, John secretly moved the thump up to his mouth, licking the little of her juices off, enjoying the taste of her, finding it quite arousing. But he let her gasp as he looked down, seeing her reaction to his cock as he smirked. He could tell she was shy at first, though as he felt her tongue brush against the underside of his cock, he let out a soft moan, one hand moving to her head, gently brushing her hair behind her ear, moving it out of her face.

He felt her moving to lap at his cock, making him moan softly as he felt her tongue getting wet in the process. He could tell she was going to be a natural eventually, but for now he let her work him, one hand holding her hair in place as he let out soft moans in accordance with her lapping of his cock.

The sounds he made were amazing! And his taste... Mina couldn't get enough of it! The kitten loved every last bit of her master, and it was only getting better by the moment. Moving her lips up, kissing her way up his shaft, she slowly lets her pink lips slip over his head. She began to move, instinct driving her more than anything, sucking on his cock. Mina couldn't contain her voice as she moaned on it, the taste of it driving her wild.

If he looked down, he'd be able to see her wetness dripping onto the floor between her knees. Just the act of pleasuring her master was obviously enough to instill a deep arousal in her.

John could tell she was loving it. He gasped as she suddenly took his cock inside her mouth after having kissed up, she was tight, warm and pleasant to be inside as he felt a blush move over his cheeks. He moaned as she begun sucking on him, hearing her voice moan, the vibrations planting into his cock and nerves, making him shiver with pleasure.

His eyes went down over her frame, seeing the sweater still on, but the sound of something dripping caught his attention, she was aroused by sucking him off, the simple fact was turning her on when she was blowing him. His mind went wild, he'd gotten way more than his money's worth, making him even more ecstatic about her.

The kitten stayed on her knees, cupping his hips, pumping what she could fit of his cock into her mouth. She didn't know what she had been so shy about! If only they taught the pets to be how amazing their masters would taste and feel... Mina looked up at him, wanting to know if she was pleasing him as much as she was getting out of it.

John moaned as he felt her pumping his cock in her mouth, he could tell she wasn't going to fit much more inside, but he knew that when she got older, she would get more practiced, and eventually, all would be inside her. He smiled as he looked down into her eyes, letting her know he was enjoying it very much as he soon felt the reaction he so desperately needed. He gasped suddenly, his cock fully hard, starting to pulse lightly, though only pre-cum slipped out into her mouth. "Soon, my dear, you'll soon taste it." He moaned to her.

Something shot into Mina's mouth, something salty, but it made her shiver. Slipping off of his cock, she lapped it up, clearly enjoying the taste of it. Moving her soft pink lips over his cock again, she sucked eagerly, wanting desperately to get more of that liquid. At his words, she moaned onto his cock, moving her right hand down under her sweater. What her hand was doing under there was obvious, even if he couldn't see it.

Feeling her slipping off, John was afraid she was done and would leave him, his eyes went wide for a moment before he felt her lips moving back onto his cock. It was almost like a drug to him as he moaned again, feeling his cock starting to tense up, his balls too. He knew would soon orgasm. And the sight of her hand moving under her sweater was the last trigger her needed. As he realized she was playing with her little pussy while sucking his cock, his balls tightened, making him moan loudly as he moved his free hand to her head, both hands holding her in place as he shot his load into her mouth and down her throat, long, sticky streams of his salty cum, more than he'd ever shot before for some reason.

The liquid between her knees became quite a bit more formed into a puddle as Mina came into her mouth. Drinking as much as she could, his excess cum ran down her chin and onto her sweater as he orgasmed. She drank all that she could, trying to get it down her throat, though she barely got half of it, the rest on her face and sweater. Leaning back on her hands as she sank to sitting down, she breathed heavily, sitting in the wetness from her own orgasm.

Seeing some of the cum splurting out of her mouth and down over her face and sweater, John smirked, pleased with the sight as he nodded. "You're such a good pet." He told her softly, moving his hands to her sweater as she sat there, lifting it over her head, seeing her petite breasts and body beneath. The pool of her own wetness and cum beneath her legs as he smiled. "Come, my sweet, get up." He told her softly, patting on the bed next to him. "Lie down." He told her with a smirk.

Mina was a doll when he took the sweater off, unable to stop him from her body having enjoyed him so very much. When he ordered her onto the bed, she obeyed, getting to her feet. Moving slowly, her knees feeling weak, the young, petite cat girl slipped onto the bed, laying back on it for him.

Letting her move in her own pace, John watched her lying on her back for him, making him smile as he pulled her onto the middle, turning her so she was facing the proper direction as he moved on top of her. The last of his clothes was quickly gone, letting her see his muscular body, the cock between his legs still erect as he parted her petite legs, his own body seeming so much bigger, so much mature against hers as he positioned himself by her pussy, letting his cock run along it two times before he began to slowly push into her.

He seemed so large, both in stature, and his member. Mina's breathing was quick, paced to keep up with her heart pounding in her chest. Her body shook a little, part from nervousness, part from lust and desire. Feeling his cock at her pussy, she reaches up, taking the sheets above her head, moaning as she feels him start to enter her. Because she was a cat girl, her sensitivity was worlds increased, though he'd soon find that also came with a price when taking her virginity.


A dominant and confident man, taking pleasure in the sexual activities with Mina. His muscular body and larger stature emphasize his dominance over her. He is experienced and somewhat patient, guiding Mina through the intimate moments while enjoying her reactions.

He seemed so large, both in stature, and his member. Mina's breathing was quick, paced to keep up with her heart pounding in her chest. Her body shook a little, part from nervousness, part from lust and desire. Feeling his cock at her pussy, she reaches up, taking the sheets above her head, moaning as she feels him start to enter her. Because she was a cat girl, her sensitivity was worlds increased, though he'd soon find that also came with a price when taking her virginity.

Hearing her moaning the instant he pushed into her, John felt her hymen soon, his hands moving to the sheets above her head, not wanting her to accidentally pull them over her head and choke. He pushed, piercing her hymen with his cock, taking her virginity as he went deeper at a somewhat rapid pace, having felt her adjusting immensely fast to his cock, making him moan out loudly.


A middle-aged man grappling with dissatisfaction in his personal and professional life. He's drawn to youthful vitality, perhaps longing for the freedom and promise it represents. His demeanor suggests a comfortable masculinity, commanding his home with ease and authority. Despite his struggles, he maintains an air of sophistication, evident in his preference for hard liquor like bourbon and gin. He's observant and somewhat manipulative, pressing Jenna about her interactions with boys and subtly guiding the conversation towards more adult themes. His penchant for bourbon indicates a taste for strong experiences, mirroring his desire to push boundaries in conversation.

Mr. Dan watched the babysitter as she spoke. Truly watched her. The evening had been a bust, but then nearly everything with his wife had been, lately. Maybe they were of two minds now. Maybe it was her fault. Maybe, possibly, it was his. Work was rubbish. Everything was driving its heel into his back and he didn't appreciate it.

Looking at Jenna, though, he could see something different. A youth, a vigor—no, not even a vigor. A foal testing the ground beneath its feet didn't really have 'vigor'. Life, certainly. Promise, hope, many other things, but it did not move fast enough or have the quickness of vigor. It was not ready to zoom off on its own. Needed, rather, to stick close by as it continued to test out the world.

"You're certainly fresh and... and innocent," he heard himself say. "Wonderful things about you, Jenna." He pounded another gulp of the bourbon and grimaced. The hardness of the liquor bashed against the softness of her presence. Boy, she really did look wonderful. To be a high school boy, thinking about the ruffle around her knickers...

"Do you ever want to go down to those places? It must be hard for you. Go with your friends? Party a little? Steal a little booze from the cabinet and nip away? I would, if I were your age. So many new things to experience. Just need the excuse to do it, right?" He chuckled, looking toward the stairs through the rim of his glass.

Jenna blinked at him. Fresh and innocent? The words surprised her and seemed strange but all Jenna really did was open her mouth as if to reply and then closed them again. Maybe she didn't really know what an appropriate response was to that or maybe she just little it linger longer while she tried to decide if he was paying her a compliment or a reprimand. His voice seemed so... distant, like he was thinking about other things when he said it instead of the firm conviction of how he often made announcements. Fortunately, when he followed up with wonder things about you, that worry dissipated and a smile formed almost immediately. "Thank you." She replied, a little too shyly as a blush formed and her eyes dropped briefly.

Fortunately he continued with their actual conversation and her eyes lit up at the thought of going downtown. "I do want to go to those places. I mean maybe not the actual places themselves because I'm not really sure what I would do there or even know what I would like but with all the lights and walking the streets like you're there with a purpose." Her smile came easy again. "It's like the movies, like you belong there." At the mention of stealing alcohol, she hesitated a little. Of course she tried beer a few times and found it kind of bitter or sour, and wine which varied from bitter to kind of oddly sweet and then of course there a few cocktails but nothing like what Mr. Dan drank, the hard stuff in purposefully formed glasses which looked nearly as rich in liquid form as the bottles it came from. "Well you and your wife do so I can come over and watch your kids run around in the backyard like it's not way too cold for that. They were bundle up really good of course and their little noses were so bright red when I pulled them in I thought I would turn them off. Not that I didn't know what that was like. I didn't bring my warmest jacket so when I was out there I felt it too only they weren't..." Jenna paused realizing what she was about to say and kind of tried to veer away from it. "Well not my nose." She cleared her throat. "It's not that I can blame them. You have a nice big backyard. If the house next to yours wasn't so high it would be pretty secluded even with those trees you have."

Dan stood. He was feeling frisky and displaced and his head was swirling with strange new ideas. On the other side, there was the start of a migraine he wanted to push away. "C'mere," he said. "Let's give you a little treat for a night's hard work. I know those two clowns upstairs can be a handful." He strode to the concealed drinks cabinet and started looking around, the picture of staid, comfortable masculinity. "Something harder, no? Have you ever had a little gin? I imagine bourbon's too much." He glanced over. "Or maybe not. Let's do it. Try it out."

He poured her a small amount into a snifter and came back. "Don't worry about taking the kids outside! Of course they need to run around! Get their energy out! Reminds me... Come, let's walk." He'd poured himself some of the same, a larger amount, and he took a large sip before turning to reload and took an even healthier bite. "Let's go outside for a second. I need to check on some things. Then I can drive you home. Okay?"

Outside, the backyard sprawled this way and that, everything concealed not only be large wooden fencing but by trees and a bench area and gazebo, before the playground and swing set could be seen. Clearly, the Dans had some money, their children quite lucky, too, for what was available to them. "Booze helps warm you up, no? Give it a shot. It's perfectly legal to consume under the supervision of an adult in the safety of a home, I'm sure. Don't worry about it. Just to give a little bit of a nice, healthy, shine." He chuckled, walking forward. "Say... with these ventures downtown and what not, only with other girlfriends? I'm sure you get the attention of boys quite a lot?" He seemed intent to press this button. He slid the sliding glass door shut behind them and stepped onto the patio.


A young, innocent girl with an air of freshness and curiosity about her. She's shy and modest, often blushing at compliments, but also possesses an adventurous spirit that longs for the excitement of downtown lights and adult experiences. Her ability to handle children indicates a patient and nurturing nature. Despite her youthfulness, she has a mature outlook on relationships; she finds boys of her age silly and immature, hinting at a preference for more sophisticated company. With water in her eyes from the strong bourbon sip, she maintains composure showing resilience. Her sense of humor surfaces when she playfully states that young men couldn't afford her high tastes.

Dan stood. He was feeling frisky and displaced and his head was swirling with strange new ideas. On the other side, there was the start of a migraine he wanted to push away. "C'mere," he said. "Let's give you a little treat for a night's hard work. I know those two clowns upstairs can be a handful." He strode to the concealed drinks cabinet and started looking around, the picture of staid, comfortable masculinity. "Something harder, no? Have you ever had a little gin? I imagine bourbon's too much." He glanced over. "Or maybe not. Let's do it. Try it out."

He poured her a small amount into a snifter and came back. "Don't worry about taking the kids outside! Of course they need to run around! Get their energy out! Reminds me... Come, let's walk." He'd poured himself some of the same, a larger amount, and he took a large sip before turning to reload and took an even healthier bite. "Let's go outside for a second. I need to check on some things. Then I can drive you home. Okay?"

Outside, the backyard sprawled this way and that, everything concealed not only be large wooden fencing but by trees and a bench area and gazebo, before the playground and swing set could be seen. Clearly, the Dans had some money, their children quite lucky, too, for what was available to them. "Booze helps warm you up, no? Give it a shot. It's perfectly legal to consume under the supervision of an adult in the safety of a home, I'm sure. Don't worry about it. Just to give a little bit of a nice, healthy, shine." He chuckled, walking forward. "Say... with these ventures downtown and what not, only with other girlfriends? I'm sure you get the attention of boys quite a lot?" He seemed intent to press this button. He slid the sliding glass door shut behind them and stepped onto the patio.

"Oh no!" Jenna kept her voice at reasonable volume but tried to emphasize a rejection of his claim. "The children are quite energetic but easily entertained outside, even in the cold." Jenna felt a pit in her stomach, one that told her not to speak of the children just now and one that suggested she ought to excuse herself. But this was exciting, and his command of his household, his ease of speaking of nights out and drinks and speaking to her about something other than the complications of stepping forward when what she really wanted to do was leap.

Jenna opened her mouth to speak, but before she gave an answer he answered his question himself and poured her a small amount in what she could only describe as a small glass. She took it and followed him outside. It was dark of course, the porch light and a few lights from high stories. The idea that the alcohol would warm her seemed silly. She'd had a little wine before, a few other sweet drinks and cocktails, so when she took a large drink, essentially mimicking his approach to the glass, it surprised her that it actually, the back of her throat, down into her belly and her eyes watered almost immediately. She managed to swallow and not gasp, though a light intake of breath became a requirement. It still took her a moment to recover and finally answer. "Uhh, well I have friend, she's taller, more into fashion and, well we get some attention but I'm not allowed to go out too late with these boys. They don't especially interest me that often either. I mean they're silly and we go to serious places, fine restaurants." With water still in her eyes, she gave a brief smile. "I guess you could say that couldn't really afford me at the moment."


A powerful, extraterrestrial woman with a body capable of feats beyond human comprehension. She is often clad in tank tops that struggle to contain her generous, thick-nippled breasts and sweatpants which hint at her athletic lower body. Her golden hair frames a face that can switch from playful to intense in an instant. Personality-wise, Kara is bold and unapologetically forward about her desires. She's not afraid to express herself or make the first move when it comes to matters of the heart or physical intimacy. Despite her robust exterior, she has a tender side capable of gentle touches and sweet confessions. However, she also enjoys rough play and isn't shy about letting others know this aspect of her sexuality.

"You mean you don't know?," The fact that Diana, brilliant Diana, could be so dense seemed so funny to her. "I want you to love me, Diana! I want to see you, to feel you... I want you to hold me, and touch me, and kiss me- I always have! Well-" she corrected herself. She couldn't lie. The same magic that made it possible for her to finally tell her friend the truth required she tell all of it. "Most of the time. Not when I first met you- I thought you were kinda a cold fish. And I've been scared of you, some times, and I was always afraid if I made a move I'd scare you off." Trying to sit up, trying to lean more into Diana's hand, something, she managed to overbalance and, without her hands to stabilize her, ended up face down on the floor in the small gap between the couch and the table full of snackage. "I want you to be my lover," she mumbled, appropriately, into the rug. "You're the only one strong enough."

The confessions flowed freely from Kara's mouth. Diana had wondered about things in past but never had she imagined it to be to that levels of raw, honest desire as Kara continued to ramble on. Kara refused to stop even when she fell down face first, as lasso kept on extracting the truth out of her. When the surprise subsided and the words sunk in, Diana had to admit every single word of what Kara had uttered was true.

Wasn't it so difficult to find someone who understood you? It was not an easy thing to date, especially in this world of men when you were a demigoddess who was pretty much invincible! Just how many truly 'got' what came with that and of course, her own inner struggles and turmoils? In so many ways Kara's were similar.

Both of them were 'outsiders' in a sense. Kara from a different planet, Diana from a different world. It had been one hell of a challenge for both of them to even understand the world of men. A world which was incredibly insecure and perhaps more so, afraid of a powerful, confident woman. Any woman. Societies that were far too keen on conformism more than anything else and they were the sort who not only questioned but shattered these notions.

How the hell she never thought about this before? Probably because you never took Kara seriously enough. A little voice whispered inside her, making Diana feel a little guilty inwardly. She shook her head and turned Kara over, looking down at her with a thin smile.

"Am I really that scary?" Diana asked with a wink before hauling Kara up on her seat, loosening the lasso some. "But you're right. Besides... I come from land of Amazons, I think it takes a woman to not only understand... but truly appreciate another woman, wouldn't you say so?" At that, Diana leaned in closer and her lips met Kara's. Her tongue forked inside Kara's mouth and gave her a long kiss. "So how about we get to the real reason of the girls' night out, hm?"

Kara sighed into the kiss, and then let out a needy whine, the sort of sound superheros were practically forbidden by law to make. Her thick nipples, which had never totally subsided (and never really ever did, to be honest, teasy little twits) went into their own 'up up and away!' routine, threatening the already overstrained tank top with total structural failure.

So very gently, a hand that could pop a basketball, tear the hatch from a battle tank, a hand that could even make Chuck Norris weep, came up to stroke Diana's cheek. The back of power Girl's fingers traced the smooth skin, then went flat before moving around behind the Amazon Wonder's neck, taking a firm (but still so gentle) grip, and tugging her closer. Kara's other hand came up, palm up, hefting one of Diana's magnificent breasts, before two fingers found an awakening nipple and tweaked, just hard enough to sting. Breaking the kiss, the blonde heroine moved her lips down across her friend's chin, traced the line of her strong jaw to the soft spot just behind it, and nipped there.

"Just so you know?," she whispered, tongue tracing the bottom of Diana's earlobe. "I get loud. And rough."

Diana felt Kara's warm touch against her cheek. One might have been surprised that a bombastic woman such as Kara would be capable of such gentle touch but then again, one should never judge a book by its cover, right? Diana had just learned that lesson.

The tweak of the nipple made Diana's lips part both in shock and arousal in equal measures before a moan that would've made a siren blush with how sensual it was. Kara's words made Diana snicker. "I'll take that. Besides, isn't it sign of a job well done when neighbors are forced to call the cops from the noise coming in from your apartment?" Diana winked before sliding off Kara's body. Leaning down she scooped Kara up gently, a sweet smile lingering over her lips as she grabbed Kara's top.

"Okay now, let's just get rid of unnecessary bits here... and no, we're so not going for the bed unless we want to wreck your apartment..." Smirking, she just ripped it off, not bothering to really undoing it. It's not as if there was much to it and Diana was sure Kara had tone of those in the closet. Her hand cupped at Kara's breasts, feeling those generous orbs in her hands before Diana softly kissed them, hot tongue running over the nipples as she trailed her kisses downwards Kara's crotch. Sweatpants were given similar treatment and a wet spot became apparent to Diana. Nuzzling before she pushed the panties down with her teeth, Diana felt heat emanating from Kara's sex. Her hands grabbed at the hips, spreading the legs apart as she looked at Kara.

"Now let's make sure we put all those fantasy porn and all that artwork of ours circulating over the web to shame..." Diana said and kissed between Kara's legs, her tongue slithered out, running over the wet folds and she dove in deeper.

Now that was what she was talking about! Kara groaned aloud, and grabbed roughly at the Amazon's hair, grinding hard against Diana's face as her tongue besieged the Kryptonian's gate. None of this- so to speak- pussyfooting around. Damn tank didn't fit properly anyway- and she had two dozen more just as clingy, thin, and revealing. One or two more or less she'd never even miss. Finally, a woman who knew what she wanted: to be fucked. Not 'cherished', not 'made love to'. Fought with and taken like the powerful, oversexed animal she was.

Just to make the point, she hooked a strong calf behind Diana's neck, clamping her face more firmly into the soggy golden thatch. If Princess down there wanted to breathe, she'd have to work for it. Meanwhile, one hand released the rich black tresses and grabbed the collar of Diana's top. The position made it harder to completely demolish it, but Prince was left with just her bra on top, and a few shreds of once-expensive rag still tucked into her jeans.

Hey, they were gonna switch off, better believe it. Which meant they needed to quickly achieve strategic parity with the whole 'clothes' thing. As in, none allowed.


A demigoddess with immense power and invincibility, embodying the strength and confidence of an Amazonian warrior. She carries herself with grace and authority, but also possesses a playful side as seen in her winking and teasing remarks. Despite her formidable exterior, Diana is sensitive to emotions and desires, able to reciprocate feelings of love when they are confessed to her. Her attractiveness is undeniable—she has smooth skin that responds sensitively to touch, strong jawline, magnificent breasts, rich black hair, and a body that can fit into jeans. In terms of personality, she's bold yet considerate; she doesn't shy away from expressing her desires or taking charge during intimate moments but ensures mutual consent before proceeding.

Now that was what she was talking about! Kara groaned aloud, and grabbed roughly at the Amazon's hair, grinding hard against Diana's face as her tongue besieged the Kryptonian's gate. None of this- so to speak- pussyfooting around. Damn tank didn't fit properly anyway- and she had two dozen more just as clingy, thin, and revealing. One or two more or less she'd never even miss. Finally, a woman who knew what she wanted: to be fucked. Not 'cherished', not 'made love to'. Fought with and taken like the powerful, oversexed animal she was.

Just to make the point, she hooked a strong calf behind Diana's neck, clamping her face more firmly into the soggy golden thatch. If Princess down there wanted to breathe, she'd have to work for it. Meanwhile, one hand released the rich black tresses and grabbed the collar of Diana's top. The position made it harder to completely demolish it, but Prince was left with just her bra on top, and a few shreds of once-expensive rag still tucked into her jeans.

Hey, they were gonna switch off, better believe it. Which meant they needed to quickly achieve strategic parity with the whole 'clothes' thing. As in, none allowed.

Diana felt Kara's hands in her hair and her face moved hard against Kara's crotch. The serpentine tongue pushed and prodded deeper in her sex. Oh they both knew what wanted here. The fact that they had been in sync with their desires to this extent had never quite dawned upon to Diana was astonishing to herself. But she was more than determined to make up for the lost time.

When Kara hooked her leg up, Diana found the engorged clitoris and grazed her teeth in a manner that was as sinful as it was sensual. She could feel the top get ripped off and it fell on the floor in tatters.

"Mmphh..." Diana purred, pausing amid her stimulation of Kara and teased Kara's sex, but deliberately delayed her next move, making her friend yearn for it before deciding to push herself over Kara's body. One hand placed Kara's hand over the buttons of her jeans.

"You know what to do..." She grinned, Kara's taste still very much on her lips and kissed her lover. Other hand slid in Kara's sex. One... two... three... and soon enough her fist was pushed inside. If anyone could take it, it was Kara. The magnificent orbs before her were showered with warm kisses.


A young and attractive pony, sporting a well-groomed burnt orange coat and a dull purple mane. He takes great pride in his appearance, often dressing up in stylish outfits like short red shorts and cut-off white t-shirts. His personality is characterized by his enthusiasm, passion for music and dance, as well as a certain level of nervousness or shyness when confronted by unexpected situations. Despite this, he shows an admirable level of determination when pursuing his interests.

The pre-show music bounced and bobbed as ponies filtered in, hours before the show itself started, a slowly coalescing crowd of thousands of ponies looking to find their seat and get where they were going. Among them was Staccato, and he pushed through the crowd with a fierce look on his face. He had dressed up in his best and was more excited than equinely possible, because he was about to meet his idle.

He hope she approved of his fashion choice. His burnt orange had been scrubbed to perfection and his dull purple mane was carefully brushed and hanging down to his shoulders, with just a touch of eye shadow, mascara, and for the special occasion a hint of red lipstick to make his look complete. He was gorgeous, and his outfit helped, too, with a loose, shorter red pair of shorts to make his ass look nice and perky and a white t-shirt cut off above his skinny stomach that emphasized his slender form rather excellently, Vinyl Scratch's insignia emblazoned on the shirt. He felt ready for anything.

Flashing a pass at the bouncer he quickly headed back stage and towards the dressing room of the mare herself, knocking politely. It wouldn't do to make a bad impression, he thought, even if he wanted to burst in and give her a huge hug. This was a fucking dream come true!

Vinyl Scratch was sitting at a vanity, her headphones over her neck as she looked at the door. She popped her glasses back on and got up, walking to the dressing room door. Decked out in a pair of white jeans shorts cut off short and neon blue leggings underneath, her white shirt showing off her emblem as well. The DJ opened the door and looked out at the guy.

"Hey, cool shirt." Vinyl Scratch commented with a grin before stepping aside and letting him into the room. She was looking him up and down and her first assumption was that he was a pretty girl and it made her excited. Wow, a surprise! A bisexual DJ!

She sat back down on the chair in front of the vanity and continued toying with her short, messy-looking hair, trying to get it just right. She was silent. The dressing room was full of clothing racks that contained all sorts of outfits, mostly in neon colors, blacks and whites. There was a purple, leopard printed sofa that had her bras and some panties thrown on it haphazardly, as well as a backpack-like bag, closed up tightly.

Oblivious to her misguess as to his sex, Staccato was far more interested in drinking everything in. He walk in with a stunned silence as Vinyl Scratch greeted him, as if not quite sure that it was quite real yet. Yes, Vinyl Scratch was a flesh and blood pony, but that didn't make it any easier to believe that he was meeting one of his idols. His face abruptly turned scarlet as he saw the underwear on the couch. Like essentially every other young stallion, he had seen plenty pictures of Vinyl Scratch in swimsuits and had a nice collection for his "alone time", but this... this was the real deal.

Abruptly his brain reminded him that this was not a cool way to greet your favorite celebrity, and he abruptly turned around to offer his hand for a shake. "My name is Staccato!" He said. "I'm your biggest fan!" Considering he had won the "Biggest Fan" sweepstakes Vinyl Scratch had offered, this wasn't surprising. His voice was stallionish. About as effeminate as a stallion voice could be but it did betray the presence of a cock and balls hanging between his legs.

There was a tide of fandom threatening to bubble forth, but he took a second to calm his nerves. "I'm super excited to meet you," he continued. "I love your music and I've been a fan since I was 12, six years ago. I've been sneaking into your concerts for about as long, and you inspired me to become a dancer and find my cutie mark!" He considered showing her, but that would probably be a bit inappropriate, he decided with a nervous chuckle.

Vinyl Scratch shook Staccato's hand with a wide grin. "Really? That's really cool. What's your cutiemark?" She asked curiously. She pushed her glasses up and onto her head, looking at him with her magenta-y red eyes.

"I'm glad you've been really into me that much to sneak in. That's sick! The more bits, the better, but hey, it's still cool." She turned her attention back to the mirror again and tugged on the skin under her eyes, looking at her pale skin for any flaws. "You know, when I was young, I did it too but don't tell anyone." She winked over at Staccato before walking to the couch and tossing all her panties and bras off the couch, dropping her bag beside the couch. "You can go ahead and make yourself comfortable. Don't mind the mess, I'm hella lazy tonight. Just don't be a creep and steal my panties without my permission." The DJ smirked.

With that, she sat on the couch, flipping her glasses back down, her right leg crossing over her left as she leaned back on the couch. Her arms went on the back of the couch as her foot bobbed to the music coming from the headphones around her neck. "I'm really glad my fans are so cool because if I had lameo nerd fans, I would be so sad because I want to party, not sleep by 6 PM, like Octy."

He graciously took a seat while she spoke, eyes looking over at the panties while she mentioned stealing them. Frankly, a pair of panties would be enough to live for quite a few years off of if he sold them. And in terms of other value, well, he might never stop wearing them. Ever. He smiled back at her. "I, uh, wouldn't think of it," he said, smiling at her wildly. "My cutie mark is the hoof prints for a basic dance move... nothing fancy. But the music inspired me, and that's how I got it."

"Um, thanks," he continued as she called him cool, although inside his spirits were sky high. "I sometimes do classical dance... like waltzes and such, especially when stallions are out of- when they need more people to help fill in rolls," he said, flush building up as he realized what he almost casually mentioned. "And I did buy lots of merch, so I wasn't just getting away with not paying for money... I think I have like everything you've ever marketed. Especially your headphones. I've been three pairs of the deluxe ones because I keep blowing out the bass."

He smiled. "Thank you so much for having me here! I've always wanted to meet you, and this is like the coolest moment I think I've ever had..." He reached into the small pack he had on his back and pulled out a small booklet. "Could I, uh, get your autograph? I know that's not like very cool or anything, but I've always wanted one." He did have a signed poster, but he was pretty sure that was stamped. God, he was such a fanboy. He tried not to let it show.

"Blowing out the bass in your headphones is the only damn way to listen to my music." With that, she pulled her headphones from around her neck. "Here. These have been my trusty pair for a good 2 years. It's still got about 2 or 3 more years of life, and trust me, you won't blow them that easy~." Vinyl Scratch put them around his neck casually before taking the booklet and quickly signing her autograph with 'Blow that bass for me B)' written down too.

"And if you ever need more headphones, then you can just hit me up, dude. I can hook you up." Vinyl Scratch put a card into the booklet with her number pre-written on it. Something she often did since she had to hurry from bars or public in general and she had to make sure to keep in contact with most of the people she meets.

The DJ opened up her backpack and pulled out another set of headphones. The headphones she gave to Staccato were neon blue and white, while the ones she pulled out were dark blue and black. She popped them around her neck with a grin.

Staccato's eyes became as huge as dinner plates as he looked up at the DJ in pure wonder. "You can't... you're not..." He said, stuttering and tripping over his words. He accepted the headphones with nothing short of reverence. "I will repair them every time they break and keep them forever," he said. Some part of his brain was trying to gauge the value of the headphones which were always an iconic piece and decided that it wasn't even worth considering. He looked up at Vinyl Scratch. "Do you even know how cool you are? No, you can't possibly, because its impossible to even fathom..."

He looked in at the autograph book. It did match the one on his poster, but this one was the real deal. Holy shit. This made the endless hours working to get himself selected totally worth it, perfecting and practicing a dance routine to prove that he was good enough to be selected as Vinyl Scratch's number one fan. This was fucking perfect. There was nothing that could make this day any better. "Can I give you a hug?" He asked. "I mean, if not, that's okay, but this is just... this is the great moment of my life."

Vinyl Scratch got up off the couch with a bit of thought. "Yeah, sure." She intended to get just a BIT feelsy to see what she was working with. Either way, she knows she's kind of aroused and might want to get to know him a lot more.

"Don't worry, I like when fans get like this. You're super cool anyways. And yeah I guess I'm pretty okay, but..." She shrugged before opening her arms, grinning. "I'm around stuck-up Octavia all the time, and I'm really cool compared to her~." Vinyl Scratch's thoughts were to press against Staccato, feel for boobs, and then go from there. It was foolproof.

She got very intimate very quickly, grabbing him and pulling him close. Being a young stallion a very predictable couple of things happened. First, Vinyl Scratch felt no breasts hidden beneath his shirt, simply a slender chest of a graceful dancer who spent many a long hour perfecting his craft. Second, a sudden pressure would appear on her leg as the taller mare hugged him quite intimately, the smell of energy drinks, sweat, and other thinks mixing into a perfume of partying that washed over him and the soft flesh of her body pressing up against him.

He took a moment but he hugged back, quite quickly. Perhaps he hadn't noticed? Getting a little hard was easy to ignore, but any more than that was obvious to miss. Of course, he could just be ignoring it and hoping she did, too. But if he had passed over it, maybe a "little" hard wasn't the best way of describing it. That said, he beamed up at her and released the hug for now.

"Woah, you're packing quite the punch, eh kid?" She chuckled, pushing her glasses up closer to her face, with a devilish smirk. "You really fooled me, but either way... it's kinda hot." Vinyl Scratch wasn't shy, nor was she going to keep her thoughts to herself; that's something true to her personality either way. On stage, in interviews, or in person.

"I don't, like, wanna be charged with sexual assault or something but wow." The DJ was just casually looking at Staccato's little hard on smugly under her sunglasses.

At first, Staccato was a bit confused as she pointed this out, but abruptly his turned a brilliant shade of red as he realized what she was talking about, and he clenched his legs tight as he tried to hid his now-growing erection. That wasn't an easy task, however, as it was quite readily apparent that he was very sizable in that regard, and even with him trying to mask it you could spot him getting hard from a mile away, shorts straining already.

"I-I'm sorry!" He said as his hands went down to try and mask the monster. "I'm just... um... excited?" He said. "I promise you I won't get you in trouble for sexual assault or anything." He took a step back and started to try and control his breathing, not focusing on the way she seemed to be leering at him. That was just a trick of the light. He screwed up his face and tried to think unsexy thoughts, but without much success. Vinyl Scratch's scent kept permeating the room, making him think of her and everything... It was driving him crazy.

Vinyl Scratch nodded slowly before pulling her glasses off, tossing them onto the couch. "I'm pretty excited too. You're the one who won some time with me but honestly, I'm the winner here." She grinned even more, stepping in closer and pressing against Staccato. She brought her hand down and slipped it underneath his own.

"I'm pretty rad, but I've got needs too. And Octy can get boriinnnggg. We have some fun sometimes but ehh. I need a little variety, you feel me?" The DJ was sure feeling him... rubbing his cock through his shorts.

This had to be a dream. There was no way in hell this was actually happening. His face had practically started to glow with the embarrassment, but he didn't try to stop Vinyl Scratch as she reached beneath his hands and started to fondle him, quickly tightening his shorts to the degree that they were painful. He reached up to pinch himself, needing the confirmation that yes, this was happening and no, he was not dreaming.

His shorts almost immediately began to strain as she touched him, painfully strain with how tight they were, and he looked up at her. "I'm... um..." He said, and wondered why he had any trepidation about doing this. This was his idol, he had fantasized about this for days, weeks, years. She was just... offering it to him. "O-okay," he said, hands fumbling at his fly. "A-are you sure? I've never done this before..."

And then as the button came undone and he managed to pull the zipper down, his true power revealed itself. A huge cock, much bigger than the average stallion, flopped out, straining against the panties that it was currently encased in, green and white striped and practically ready to burst at the pillar that was stretching them out. He huffed as he saw it, and looked up at Vinyl Scratch, face screwed up in embarrassment.

"I mean, you can't really go along just letting it all hang loose because you're all hard, my dude." Vinyl Scratch replied. "I'll be gentle, unless you make me go crazy." She looked down as Staccato just let it all free and her eyes were wide with surprise and anticipation. "Holy shit."

She got down on her knees carefully and gave a loving kiss to his hard member, looking up at him and into his eyes. "You're fuckin' hung, Staccato! I love it."

He gave her a slight grin and looked down at himself. "Th-that's good to hear," he suggested, having never exactly been in this situation before. He had never been quite sure, but it did seem from her reaction that he was topping some kind of scale. His head flared as her dextrous lips pressed against it, and he gulped. He was going to lose his virginity to DJ P0N3. And she was still wearing her glasses.

"Sorry," he said as she told him to be careful about letting it all hang out. "But you did say... and, um..." He couldn't tell if she was fucking with him or not. "Did you want me to put it away?" He offered. The idea of getting so excited and just stopping was a bit painful, but he really couldn't get a read on this mare. In any case, he let his hand drift to his cock, slipping under the elastic of his panties just in case she did want him to stuff it, literally in this case.


A confident and charismatic pony, known for her unique style which includes neon blue leggings, white jeans shorts, and a white shirt emblazoned by her emblem. She has short messy hair and magenta-red eyes. Her personality is outgoing, bold, and somewhat provocative. She's not afraid of expressing herself or pursuing what she wants. Despite her fame as a DJ, she remains down-to-earth and appreciates meaningful connections.

"I mean, you can't really go along just letting it all hang loose because you're all hard, my dude." Vinyl Scratch replied. "I'll be gentle, unless you make me go crazy." She looked down as Staccato just let it all free and her eyes were wide with surprise and anticipation. "Holy shit."

She got down on her knees carefully and gave a loving kiss to his hard member, looking up at him and into his eyes. "You're fuckin' hung, Staccato! I love it."