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Hey today I'm writing a commission for https://seeker12789.sofurry.com/! He asked me to write some cuckoldry/hyper/specialty cum fiction for him within a frame 2.000 – 3.000 words. It went on a tad longer than that.

The real issue was getting the universe set up in which furry gods, torment the filthy humies, and I needed to make that believable.

I don't pull any punches in fetish writing, and I'm sorry, if anyone is offended by that. It's all fiction, and that's a good thing. This is inspired by US American 50's men's magazine stories. Sadly most of those “other side of the tracks" pulp mags didn't survive, because they offer an interesting view into how… Diverse people were in one of the most conformist societies ever.

Thankfully seeker12789 was kind enough to allow me to publish this for the general enjoyment of the public! I hope you will enjoy it even though it was single proof read.

Today I'm listening to:

Chance the Rapper – Acid Rap

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e67Q-sTHVhc

Action Bronson – Saab Stories:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SBLDRJ-xNds

Various instrumental beats

Today's vaping is: Joker – Turkish Blend (polish import discontinued) Liquid inside a Focusecig Hobbit RDA (Also discontinued.)

American Stars – Peachis Peaches

ZAZO – Kirsche (Cherry – Discontinued due to bottle size regulations)

John didn't like the Amazon, and to be perfectly honest he considered it unfit to inhabited by mankind. It wasn't the people that made their home here, mostly they just had no choice.

No what was terrible about the Amazon was the parasites, and the Demons, but then again they lived to harm mankind. Once you had a bot fly cut out of yourself, gotten three fevers from several hundred mosquito bites, and had found several leeches stuck to yourself seconds after crossing a shallow bit of water, you realized just how terrible this place was.

You realized why improving this place was a fools errand, when you were dying of fever you didn't care about providing clean drinking water, or keeping the roads in order. The highest ambition was to keep yourself going with a dose of coke so you could finish what little farming, and trapping you did. While you still were alive enough.

That didn't stop him from performing his missionary duties here, and it hadn't stopped him from marrying the woman of his dreams either. John felt his blue eyed pasty self had achieved everything you could achieve in the Amazon. Great things sure, but hard won.

However he had been called to mission here again, which was just fine considering that it was better than living in a run down shitty neighborhood with nothing sensible to do for half a year. Getting a job again wouldn't be so hard, and at that he could visit his wives “tribe". Steve felt bad about just taking her from there, at her request. Then again they lived in a place which seemed more like a trailer park, entirely operated by the decedents of slaves. Not that they knew where they came from anymore. It took just four short generations for people to forget everything they were. Unless you constantly reminded them.

In places like this people still sometimes worshiped whatever idols had survived the trip on a slave boat, and to be honest in his heart of hearts John was deadly afraid of these demons. They didn't so much as act through a holy book, or a holy man, their interference was much more direct, and brutal.

The problem was that trailer parks were everywhere, and didn't seem nearly precious enough to waste the funds of an NGO on. So after a day of preaching, and his lovely wife coming along for the ride they had abandoned the smelly, messy settlement forever.

“So what's going on in that head of yours?" Coco asked smiling at him with invitingly red lips, filling out her summer dress rather well.

Her mother had apparently never visited an anti racism orientation, due to the lack of office jobs in areas you could only reach by the worst roads imaginable.

“A lot. Finances, your parents, justice, and our health." John said, and he was trying to watch it considering they had decided to have a child.

It was hard. Miscarriages twice in a row had almost killed Coco the last time around. The only thing that had brought life back into her eyes had been the idea to visit her family. John was this close to just buying a child for a few sticks of cigarettes, and saving them the heartache of another empty nest.

The word Zirka was buzzing around his head like a mosquito.

“That's what I like about you John. I can think about dinner, and what rum to hand to what relative. Don't make yourself ill about it." Coco said not caring much to her, you could only guess at the motives of a person from another tribe, much less race, and that made John oh so interesting.

“Oh trust me that won't kick in before the local fevers do. I'm vaccinated against most of them, and had the other ones, but… Well it makes you believe it happens, because god wants to teach you humility." John said holding her hand, he was dead scared of being reduced to a babbling pile of sweat, and diarrhea again.

Coco laughed, she really never knew what he would do next, and while a lot of it didn't work, his people always tried.

Admirable, but John's life was full of easy food, and everyone seemed to bow before you. At least they bowed to Coco, because in America you had civil rights, at least in most civilized places. In Cocos eyes you wanted to be in places like that. Coco loved things like garden parties, and they even once went golfing. Not a single bug to be seen, and all the plants were where they were supposed to be, it made her feel like nature could be put in it's place.

However it was interesting to see John prepare himself so much, rather than submit to the fate that the jungle had in store for him. It was odd, and while foolish, there was a charm in it. It was what Coco loved about him, and his god so much. His people, and god judged you by what you had done, and not just by how obedient you were.

The idols, and people here made slaves of you, by giving you just enough help to make it.

As the Jeep almost got stuck several times they finally slid through the mud, and their front tires struck a bit of a large plateau of stone.

“Can I drive the last bit?" Coco asked wanting to look impressive doing it.

“I don't want the local men to think less of our marriage Coco." John said getting them onto solid ground for the first time in a long while.

“Oh. I am sorry I was… Do you ever notice how you think everywhere is the USA, after you were there for a while? I think that's how the world will be a better place some day." Coco hoped reaching for a gun instead.

“What do you need that gun for?" John asked then edging them up the hill towards the trailer park.

“You know in case there is trouble." Coco said nervously not knowing just what her relatives were about to do.

“You'll be just fine, don't worry about me." John said switching to broken Portuguese with an accent that combined the worst attributes of local tribe speak, still getting an approving nod.

The rode up to the top of the plateau, and were greeted by the smell of strange meats sizzling over open flames, while John checked, if the preserves, cola, and energy drinks were still OK. There was booze too, but sugar, was the new fire water.

“Home sweet home." John said as they got to a rest next to Coco's extended family who didn't bother to rise to greet them, and rather inspected the jeep they had arrived in ripping at whatever was in there.

John wasn't mad to them, anything that you couldn't see every few weeks had gone beyond the horizon of their plateau. That included anything that you couldn't take from someone weaker than you.

They both got out of the car, and for the first time Coco looked like she realized they were in fact in the jungle. Only stupid white people liked this place, everyone else seemed to hate it. John was glad to have that in common with his wife. People back home saw the pictures, and thought of it as a holiday.

“So you are alive." An old woman remarked in the worlds most messed up accent shaped by decades of isolation, and lack of teeth.

“I am, this is my husband! Great mother!" Coco announced smiling pointing at John.

“Fucking city faggot people." Remarked a man currently busy tearing a pallet of cola cans out of the jeep seemingly having trouble with the weight.

John seemed a little insulted, a smile was too superior, and revealing he understood what they were saying seemed too great a risk from the get go. He didn't maintain eye contact, sometimes his messed up rib still complained.

“So you sell your ass for soda little girl?" A woman who John vaguely remembered as Coco's mother asked, giving her a loving smack in the face.

Coco just stood there frozen, before realizing that was the old normal, and just smiling, because this was home. This was her mother, and terrifying she realized that she enjoyed the old neighborhood grandma who got her sugar cookies once ten times more. She felt she owed her nothing, considering what passed for “appropriate thankfulness" where she lived. It scared her a little.

“There is my girl." The matron giggled hugging Coco who had shrunk several sizes.

“I'm sorry for taking your daughter." John finally said getting eyed warily.

“Well she is alive, more than I expected, and you brought things. That must be what? That's a woman right?" The Coco's mother asked trying to guesstimate the value of the things on display, while Coco got busy handing out rum to people still holding her cheek, nervously laughing.

“Don't talk like that. I'd have followed him too, if I had a chance. Soda!" A man with a mangled hand said rising up from being eaten alive by mosquitoes while chewing coca leaves, and mouth consuming burned chalk, he hurried for a can of energy drink chugging down a meal he could eat without having chewed first.

“Fuck the city our godess is here, my family is here. Blood runs wrong in the city." Coco's mother said spitting out next to John to show just what she thought of shitting inside like a degenerate.

Her husband laughed at the display, it was nice to see he wasn't the only one who got it for once. When he was younger, oh would there have been hell to pay. However the shits hadn't left him for a while.

“I believe in democracy. If ten people say it, and I say want to say no, I should shut up." John remarked as this was a diplomatic visit.

“See faggot talk. It's true, but wrong some way." The great mother said while well charring odd meat over a fire.

Coco's mother nodded with a grim expression on her face.

“Well her father fucked a goat, so this is his fault." The Coco's mother remarked with a half toothed smile.

“Married her too!" Mocked her husband getting a rock thrown at him, before breaking out in coked up laughter.

John sat with the people here next to a fire, and John tried to adjust to the sea of strange faces. He now knew how Coco felt constantly not remembering which white person had done what.

To be honest he assumed that Coco obviously had the same problems considering all the people here aged twice as fast as in the cities. John prayed this would all go over well.

Considering they weren't stripping the Jeep for parts, it was already a good sign to him. They wouldn't steal it since the people here couldn't afford fuel, which made them making scrap out of your car a sure indicator that they wanted you to stop the scavengers, so the predators could get you from behind.

The men were rather nice to him, considering he was a big shot city faggot, and that was the guy they would rather be.

The women had surrounded Coco, and were probably trying to set up some sort of transfer of wealth telling her just how dead their children were without help. All while trying to keep them out of the preserves, and soda making them drink parasite infested water instead.

Everyone here pulled their weight, and was a resource to be used until it ran dry. He couldn't blame them after all children were replaceable for the community, they weren't. There was no space for weakness in places like this. People often talked about how generous people were, but farmers had ample food, and no money. These people had nothing.

“So are you all happy drinking faggot water?" Asked the great mother that had greeted them, getting murmurs in response that indicated the 'faggot water' came in nicely this year.

She was clad in a pelt, and carried some disgusting idol hung with dried meat straps that reminded him of genitals, if the light hit them just right. It hurt his stomach just to look at something like that. Sure he had seen stripped carcasses before, but he had blamed it on crows having mastered knife usage.

John couldn't help, but pray in silence hoping to at least die saying he had hoped beyond hope.

“You talk to your god city man! Look upon his skin! He shares it, what has prayer ever done for your people? It is the way of this world that a white god listens to white prayer!

I say cowards, and faggots hide in cities! Here people don't hide! This is where men, and women are ten times stronger!

Even I could kill him, this I swear!" The elderly woman ranted occasionally twitching, as she broke out into a dance that looked supremely odd.

It was quiet, too quiet by a long shot, as she downed a bottle of rum, and danced wilder, and wilder. John hated that feeling, that feeling that Satan was truly king of the world, and denying it meant you were damned out of the gate.

Hot air blew from the fire singing hair, as the people of the trailer park started calling, and shouting bearing their chests. He couldn't, but pray at look into Coco's eyes. Who clapped along fearfully. He was damn sure she didn't believe, not because she didn't want to, but because she had seen things that made god seem desperately far away. Coco had decided in America that power like that was the result of fever, and drink.

In America the sun didn't shine on these things. God just didn't allow it, but god cared nothing. They weren't calling to him. A pillar of fire finally shot up into the sky followed by screams of all in attendance. Several people brought up jungle animals that looked like a messed up gallery of misbegotten rats, pouring blood from slit throats over the old woman.

John just ran over to Coco to comfort her as she cried in horror as a creature part man part Cheetah rose before them.

“Don't worry Coco, god has you! Just trust him!" John called holding her.

However it made no difference. John had his doubts that any of his congregation would have kept their cool with this in full view.

There was a gigantic blood covered Cheetah woman standing in front of a fire. Blood still dipped of the perfect female shape, as if hewn from ancient wood, and polished a million times over generations. Where was god to put a stop to this perversion of reality?

Coco bolted in utter fear screaming, yelling, and yes she ran into the forest fearing the punishment she was due for disappointing her goddess. John just cried bitter tears, like you could escape demons by physical motion.

“You have no power here!" John called to the laughter of the assembled people, who threw rocks, and trash at him.

The creature from hell looked at him, her mouth drew back to form a toothy grin. This would be so much more worthwhile than usual. Sending sinners to hell was one thing, but really testing a man of faith, why that was too good for her.

“Tell me John of Salt Lake city just where do you think you are?" The Cheetah demon asked of John as it's obscene penis pounded to life.

“I'm in Brazil. Somewhere in the east. I'm on an earth created by god, and in the name of the master of all creation I command you to leave this woman!" John called getting coals thrown at him, barely feeling it.

It was, but a martyrs pinch. To be honest adrenalin rushed through him to such a degree it didn't matter.

“Oh no John you are on my land, this world is hell! You can feel it in the air, and taste it in the food John!" Yelled the Cheetah digging it's claw into him leaving several deep gashes of three claws inside of him.

The Cheetah broke out into a low giggle as she saw just how afraid John was. He feared death, like all who weren't martyrs. She had arrived just in time, with a bit more age, and character on him, she might have gotten banished just there.

“Poor little John can't even die for his god, so we are at an impasse!" The Cheetah shouted as John got pelted with more coals, and what he hoped was animal dung.

John stumbled back bleeding feeling fever course through himself. He was afraid, and that fear that human fear kept him from all higher callings.

He watched Coco run out of the other side of the forest, looking at the demon in horror.

“Come Coco. You wound me little girl. Even with all the fun tormenting you was, did you think your soul could ever leave here?" Asked the Demon her monstrous penis fully aroused by having some new weaklings to take command of.

Coco just stared in horror after she found herself next to the fire despite remembering being fifty meters from the fire.

Coco just started laughing, in horror at how she had been reduced to an ant by the powers towering around her.

“See Coco you can be happy, you owe me something, and your husband stole from me." Said the Cheetah pushing Coco, into it's ever lactating breasts, and almost wood hard body. It had the cool of the statue that the adoration that was her due was usually piled on.

Coco hated looking at John who was barely able to crawl from the coals singing his flesh, while being spat on by the local women. She still knew the scent, and taste that milk on her lips. It had saved lives here, and it filled her with a calm, and controlling affection.

“Now I'm willing to turn over a new leaf. Really I am, you see I don't hate you. Everyone here is a worthless godless animal. You can all rot unless you do as I say, but I don't take worshiping him lightly!" The Cheetah called pointing at the sky baring it's fangs at Coco who started sobbing.

John felt like calling out to her, but as his mouth opened only more mosquitoes streamed out to bite him.

“I'm sorry!" Insisted Coco feeling herself glide to the ground as the monstrous creature towered over her the cock casting a terrifying shadow up to her chin.

There was cheering from the assembled worshipers calling for things that you usually only heard about in war crime trials. Then again better the weirdo who had ran off, than them.

John shivered in rage, and then felt cold vomiting on himself as his body was shaken by fevers barely allowing him to survive.

“I know you are sorry Coco. Right now you are sorry, but will you be sorry sitting in your nice little house, in front of you TV? Will you be sorry next to your children? I know humans. No, I need this man to see who is god! So he doesn't poison you! I take, and I give by my measure! There is only this world!" The Cheetah called in hysterics.

Leeches crawled up from the ground surrounding John, and he could feel a snake at his ear commanding him through fangs to watch, or else.

Coco nodded, and John just gagged instead of calling to her.

“I'll leave you alone Coco, but I need you to show everyone here that you love me. Because you want children, and a happy life in America. Don't you? You want to never worry about money, and for everyone to love you Coco. That isn't free, but so worth it." The Cheetah remarked putting her hind paw on her throat, as her eyes were filled with a vision of America, but as sweet as she had always wanted it to be.

“Yeah..." Coco said star struck by the idea, as the pleasure of that life, and submitting to her goddess flowed through her. As in her mind she held her children, and brought food to her husband who provided…

“Right Coco, and because you are so special, and will be able to send lots of money here so your sisters will have lot's of happy children too. I just require a small favor. Just let me into your mind. I'll guide you as it should be." The Cheetah explained, and John could barely watch as Coco assumed a doggy position.

“It's just so we can be happy isn't it?" Coco asked as she was handed rum, and drank laughing to the cheering of the crowd.

John almost looked away, and felt vipers teeth on his earlobe.

The Cheetah smiled at him as her razor claws tore through durable travel clothes fabric, exposing Coco's generous curves, covering her in hot moist air.

John's cock twitched, even now he couldn't imagine anyone more beautiful.

“John will be so happy." Coco murmured.

As a razor claw cut though her pants, exposing her ass, and pussy with the dancing of the fire feeling like the person who loved her the most caressed her.

Everyone here loved her, and John loved her forever, no matter what happened. It was so good Coco had come here.

“Oh John is happy, very happy, and I'll make you just as happy." The cheetah giggled as her monstrous penis touched Coco's vagina, and everyone went quiet, breaking out in a slow chant.

John hated watching his woman arch her back, and expose a pair of breasts that were worth carving into ebony.

He pupils widened as her cunt wept tears of joy, and precum ran down the side of her legs, lubricating both her pussy, and anus. The Cheetah godesses' massive dick covered her in the slime of infidelity. The tiniest moan escaped her stinging in John's ears.

John could only look away to see the terrible dominant gaze of the Cheetah, and it's craven vagina whose fertile smell made cocks around the fire pound to life.

John for the first time in his life felt utterly helpless, as he watched the vulva of his wife part obscenely, as she gave soft challenged moans.

“Oh god!" Coco called out in English making people around the fire spit out, and decide that now was the time to masturbate, since respecting someone like that was out of the question.

John felt the the shame of his wife being taken push into, and narrow his vision as the monster cock of the Cheetah hermaphrodite started deforming her body with it's size. It mocked everything John knew about the world, which was the world as god had made it.

“Feel your belly Coco. John must be so proud right now!" The Cheetah said working it's length in deeper into Coco who seemed confused by the inhuman feelings flowing though her.

“Oh… I'm going to be a mom!" Coco cheered again crying tears of joy.

“That's right. With lots of kids, and John will be there all the way. He'll watch them grow up, and everything will be repaid." The Cheetah cheered in English so it really struck John, who was more used to having his person reduced to an object doing nothing of it's own volition in foreign languages.

“John will be so happy." Coco murmured before moaning as the Cheetah slowly pushed her entire prodigious length into Coco.

The crowd cheered, and some of the men filled the air with the scent of lovelessness cumming into their hands.

John vomited up in his mouth as he felt more, and more of his essence drain from him. Both the stinging clouds of bugs, and the leeches were killing him by a million cuts.

John felt as if in hysterics at the display of utter perversion, and yet his erection remained in full shaming him, and mocking him.

John coughed, and wheezed as sick burned his throat, and chocked him, but still he could not look away, the ground seemingly rising under him to force his eyes upon the evil on display.

The massive cock pounded inside Coco, as the Cheetah shot John a superior grin.

“This is so nice it's kicking. My baby is alive!" Coco called in a delirium of pleasure before moaning, and absentmindedly joining some women of the village in rubbing their clits.

“Wonderful! John really helped out by being the man he is, without him this wouldn't be possible!" Called the Cheetah lifting her off the ground, and carrying her around the fire in a joyous dance, as cum stained hands smeared across Coco marking her as the property of hell.

John shivered all the adrenaline that rushed into him did now was send him further into shock, and feverish impotent rage.

“Everyone I'm going to be a mom, so you can all feel my belly!" Coco encouraged, getting her body felt up by women who touched her belly, and then their own to be able to get more for their bellies. They owned the only means of production here.

John desperately breathed, and shook with fever. He felt choked not only by the stench of sinful fucking, but also by the air seeming terribly thin. To thin to speak or cuss, to thin to help himself.

In the edge of his vision the leeches seemed to swell like the genitals of the heretics who tore their clothes off in joy, dancing.

John felt hatred, and knew he shouldn't. This was an exercise to grant this Cheetah monster power over him, and to his horror it worked. Something gave, he just stared after a while his mind had no thoughts for this situation. It felt like a cruel joke.

“Kick more baby." Laughed Coco as he upper body slammed on the ground sideways, and everything up to her chest was violently pushed aside to make room for her godesses cock.

“Oh it sure will it's daddy wants to see it too, I'm sure!" The Cheetah called mockingly to John who felt more dead than alive, and only rightly so, because he couldn't imagine a hell worse than this.

There was panicked approving song, and frantic dancing as again, and again the over sized dick slammed into Coco until her screams of pleasure drowned it out.

“There you go! Let everyone hear how much you love being a mother Coco! I make all dreams come true!" The Cheetah called as her penis slammed into Coco's pelvis contracting her heart with each push making her piss herself one part in glee, and the other because there was no space for piss insider her anymore.

Coco dug her manicured nails into the soil of her homeland. She couldn't remember anything feeling this good, and being this needed. She pushed against her deforming stomach to make her bewitched insides rub against this thing rocking her world more. Licking at her arm, as she felt her mind surrender to the pressure filling the whole of her mind. It was completely impossible to think of anything, but twisting, and tightening to please what was inside her, and…

Coco came screaming, again, and again as the crowd roared, kicking dirt on John.

Finally as all throats were sore, and absurd quantities of semen pushed out the lips of her bizarrely deformed cunt, Coco felt at peace with the world.

The ejaculate had the consistency of sap caking the entirety of her pussy, and ass. Her stomach to her joy widened further, bulging because her pussy had either not the will, or the strength to push it out.

As the cum filled the trench driven inside her, the cock had dug into her body the Cheetah slowly pulled her massive tool out leaving impossible amounts of ejaculate inside her, that clung to the walls of her pussy.

The Cheetah gave a sadistic girlish laugh as a bit more the rest of the ocean inside in her spurted on Coco, she was hers all children born from now would carry her blood. The jungle scum that surrounded her wasn't worth it, but Coco lived in America, and there surely were important position that needed filling with diversity.

“My water broke!" Coco cried in her confused sex addled state, as the cheetah stood above her.

“Look! Here is what John helped make by being such a good husband." The Cheetah cooed presenting Coco with her dick smiling.

“Oh here you are. John is a dad, I'm a mom!" Coco babbled as she cradled the gigantic dick planing kisses on it's foreskinless sensitive surface, earning her a few more spurts of the substance that barely flowed off her cum covered body, instead preferring to stick to it.

“I love you, you can't just leave, and scare me. I love you, and your daddy will be super happy too." Coco continued, as her pussy still fought to get the cum out barely managing.

Her distended body though seemed almost a mark of pride to Coco who alienated between looking at it, and her cock baby with nothing but adoration.

As Johns foggy vision cleared up it at first seemed like small eels were crawling around in the seed that reminded him of concrete poured between him, and his wife. Then he realized what it was absurdly huge sperm cells twisting, and wriggling around in every corner of his wives needy cunt.

It terrified his addled mind, and put a slight fearful dent in his erection. Sadly Coco revived it by moaning as her insides regained some feeling as the fuck induced numbness wore off.

Coco wailed in joy as she came again, and kissed, licked, and loved her assumed child. Rubbing it between her generous tribalistic breasts that seemed to swell turning her into a more perfect child bearing machine.

All to the cheering of a crowd that apparently was now busy enriching the gene pool of whatever woman they could get a hold of.

“I… I love you!" Coco finally called to the adopted strange dick she barely knew.

“You want more than one child don't you? Don't make John look like a weakling, look at him over there he get's mad when he can't have that perfect family. He barely has the will to live as it stands." The Cheetah asked pointing at John, dropping her on all fours again, getting fevered nods from Coco.

John sputtered, and felt darkness creep into his vision as the fever shook him.

Coco gave herself up, after all she finally knew the joys of motherhood now, and it was something that no white god could give her. Only her godess could love her, and she was black after all.

It was a terrible thought, and… At least she had her children, and as Coco accepted it, her body violently came again. Worshiping the great Cheetah was the answer to all problems really, she was so happy to know this now. This was for John so he wouldn't leave her, and what was going to hell compared to being there for the one she loved?

“This will be more challenging Coco, but very rewarding later on. John needs you to be strong right now, this is hard for him too." The Cheetah lamented in a mocking girlish tone.

Coco screamed in surprise as the the thick substance inside her pushed far into her womb, eagerly stretching to accept the seed offering a further huge bump on her already stretched body. The seed of a goddess, and John needed it to be happy. So did Coco.

“There you go. Cheer up John isn't this what you prayed to your master for?" The Cheetah taunted sadistically pulling back his wive's arms showing her grotesque form of a filled womb, pushed up to her chest via meat injection.

Coco's tired eyes looked at her husband, and John didn't seem to mind anything anymore.

Coco could finally enjoy herself. She loved being seen as the whore of something so far greater than man, as this position was higher than that of any queen.

Coco loved it, she could even appreciate the scars red hot claws cut into her marking her as a slave of the Cheetah in all ways.

“There you go. Now John can know whose woman he is touching, won't you John? Let's make this mutual!" Commanded the the Cheetah as pain, and pleasure molded into just sensation in Coco's mind, and her body's feral tone became apparent.

As all her strength was consumed by the way it made her twist like a fish caught in a net of pleasure.

John gave a slack jawed cry as a rather simple looking girl who had been busy playing with termites came over to him, and smiled with deformed teeth. Then she started taking his clothes off. Her hands obviously too badly coordinated, and shaky to do anything, but tear at the fabric.

John quietly sobbed as her incompetent hands were still too strong for him to do anything about it.

John looked at Coco, she looked glad, and vindicated in her decision to serve her goddess. This was sadly, one night, and only one night. That gave Coco a boost of confidence, and made her shamelessly cum again. Her tongue thrust out of her mouth as her, tightened up body pushed more, and more sperm deep into her womb.

Coco didn't assume it was possible, but with the help of a goddess what wasn't? Coco looked away from John, she just couldn't worry about that considering how important her duties were.

John sobbed as the simple girl started touching, and finally sloppily suckling on his penis. He hated it, he hated the shame, being spat on, and feeling like he was dying.

John went into a pitch of fever finally, as his wife was getting her organs rearranged by a factory farm worth of plowing. That was the last clear thought he would ever have, as his exhausted self tried in futility to impregnate a mouth.

With the cries of the assembled worshipers, and the sound of cum being mashed into Coco... She forgot all her troubles, and that tiny hint of regret she still had.

With the feeling of wriggling sperm even crawling inside of her ass of it's own volition she knew what her place in the world was. With the mighty goddess inside of her even panting, just to make sure she was her servant forever, Coco knew a love that no church held for her.

Finally Coco's exhausted collapsed covered in cum that drew thick strands as she occasionally spasmed, and moaned.

Each touch of Coco's desperately sensitive body by the people of her village drew thick strands of cum through the night air.

They raised up Coco, and she got to lick the Cheetah's vagina. It was good that she got to serve the goddess in every way.

“Too bad about him really. We could have had hours more fun, if he hadn't struggled so much. It must tick you off just as much as it angers me." The Cheetah lamented while Coco's head was pushed into her Vagina, and it disturbed her that she regretted that she couldn't agree out loud.

To appease the goddess of course, after all everyone knew that that was the way to get into a woman's good graces, and that was required. Coco gave herself into her servile position, nothing else mattered. Her life, and fortune was dependent on bearing her idol many children, and giving excellent head. It was so much easier than going to university, or getting a good job.

Coco almost choked to death on the generous helping of pussy, before the Cheetah gave a satisfied call into the night, and the elderly woman it had been possessing collapsed before her.

Then, and only then did Coco allow herself to fall unconscious, and didn't even care she was surrounded by lesser men. Like they could interfere with the designs of a goddess.

John was never the same after that night. Coco couldn't really remember what had happened, however her husband, shaken badly by fevers, was a terribly quiet man.

It took her a while to realize that he literally had brain damage from the heat he had suffered trough. John wasn't just quiet he was oddly empty. Coco was happy for the idol that her family had given her. While her husband couldn't comfort her, just looking at it made it feel like she could handle anything.

The doctors in Rio confirmed her fears, and John was taken on a plane back to his hometown.

After a few discussions, and the beginnings of litigation the Church provided generously for them though. Coco often lovingly touched the idol her family had sent her along. She felt her belly too, as she was pregnant again, even though John seemed intimidated. He must have still been afraid for her loosing the child, but with the idol present that wouldn't happen anymore. Coco was sure of it.

Coco knew they were destined to be together now more than ever, or that's what Coco felt anyways. The sex was good too, because it moved something inside of her. John tried like a madman to be every bit the husband he should have always been, instead of reading the bible like a bore.

However inside her was something more powerful than John could ever be, and she… She just had to put the idol into the bedroom to truly enjoy herself.

It was naughty of her, but it seemed after the fevers John had a bone to pick with god. It was nice, because it allowed her to worship a goddess she actually respected, and loved.

They, or so thought Coco at least, couldn't be happier. While John seemed to be afraid when she made him touch her ever growing belly, she didn't much care. The doctors said it was three perfectly healthy triplets.

John's worry was probably that of a child who had not seen such things before. He would get better, or not. Either way she had picked the right husband, no matter what her mother had said. John had submitted to the way things were, and in that there lay peace. He was a great example.

You just had to accept things as they were, because life always had a price to pay for every good thing you had, and she was lucky that John had done so much more of that than her.