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Listening to: "The road to serfdom" by Friedrich von Hayek while writing hermaphrodite porn.

They haven't yet come to take me away, haha, hehe, hoho, and greetings to everyone keeping my smoking room seat warm in the funny farm. Life is beautiful, all the time.

This time we have a communal jerk off over amphibian eggs. It's kind of inspired by an LSD trip I had, because someone poisoned my drink. Their motivation was that I didn't want to do LSD.

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Herm summer camp 2: She turned me onto a newt

Deborah was pretty happy to walk into the showers. The steam was really enjoyable.

"Eww." She heard an otter call.

"Oh come on guys I can't help it, nobody shames you periods either. It's just girl stuff." A rather unsteady voice stated.

Deborah was pretty impressed to find the scene before her. A newt bearing her spotted orange belly was squatting down, and was expelling an egg giving soft moans as her cloaca parted to let out the fourth one.

Three eggs were already laid out before her, as her body twisted form the pleasure of birth in the warmest, and wettest area of the summer camp. The orange on her belly almost seemed to pulsate as the circumference of the egg spread out her insides as far as the would go. Slime just like cum pumped out of both the birth canal, and urethra laboring like the oil pumps of a performance engine.

Deborah felt disturbed. Girl stuff indeed. The stuff that made you want to give up on the concept of womanhood entirely.

"Yeah exactly eww. Nobody wants to watch you period everywhere." The otter restated turning away showing off that he was on the muscular side.

"More like giving birth." The poodle stated obviously more in touch with the beauty of the world.

"Now don't talk like that... I mean I'm still not in the age in which I can take care of the little larva, and I feel kind of guilty." The newt warbled sounding concerned as she popped out the seemingly final egg on the floor.

Deborah showered wondering what the hell the fuss was about. The eggs wouldn't make it sans a newt with genes other than the mothers. Considering the fact that self impregnation lead to death of the offspring in all cases. Furry blood wasn't thick enough to support that considering how many species there were.

"Oh come on. I'll be the daddy, and you'll be the mommy." The poodle yipped in perfect innocence.

The new nodded with enthusiasm.

"Well get it on then." The newt said looking demanding bearing it's belly to show off just how orange it was.

"What?" The poodle asked confused.

The newt just moved slowly to the back of the poodle, and started jerking off it's huge cock.

"Cover them. Cum for Spotty." Spotty cooed running her slimy hand all over the huge cock, as her tail held the poodle in place.

"I... I'm not!" The poodle yipped though.

However he didn't move as the same water temperature fingers touching it's cock entered his pussy, as the defensive chemicals in the amphibian's slime left a pleasant tingle.

"Seriously? We are jerking off on boogers now?" The otter asked turning around.

"Being jerked off onto eggs. By a psychotropic newt." Deborah corrected pointing at the scene.

"Psychotropic?" The otter asked apparently interested in getting high.

"Yeah. Heightened heart rate, intensification of colors, and you know general euphoria." Deborah explained.

Newts were natural masseuses, and often sold all kinds of tonics in the swamp. The main ingredient being their own slime, moonshine, and whatever herbs added some kind of kick.

"Wow." The otter said suddenly realizing the appeal.

"Great I'm a dad..." The poodle giggled holding onto the newt.

"Yeah. Just let go tense up, and let go." The Spotty cooed in a warble as the poodle shot his second load of the day onto the eggs.

The newt moved it's hands with practiced motions that suggested it wasn't the first time she had done this. Spotty indeed was a trained masseuse. At least she knew how to touch a penis with a care that was usually drowned out by lust.

"Yes. Dear. Feel it flow all over your body, like waves." Spotty continued making spurt of cum erupt on her clutch, each following a new twist, and in intensiveness of the color of her belly heading almost into the red.

"Yeah." The poodle said sounding like he was inside of a dream.

Thick veins had appeared on his cock, and it was gently waving back, and forward having a seemingly wonderful time.

"There you go. This is what it means to be a male. Focus on the orgasm. I need you to cum without holding back, cum without thinking. Cum for Spotty." Spotty intoned almost hypnotically.

"This is kind of fucked." The otter said feeling both intimidated by how huge the cocks he was competing with were.

"Oh come on it's what Spotty likes." Daphne teased finding it certainly hilarious.

At least she wasn't the only one having freaky interspecies at summer camp.

Spotty intensified her efforts getting the poodle to thrust his boyish hips forward into the motions of her hand job.

"Oh lord." The poodle yipped as it's heavy panting was almost echoing off the tiled walls of the showers.

By the fact that he was watching a drugged out poodle with a monster dick ejaculate onto an egg clutch.

"Oh come on dude, how often do you get to do this?" Deborah asked watching the poodle being laid down, as it giggled, and twisted in utter drug fueled bliss.

"Well..." The otter said as Deborah grabbed him by the the butt, and guided the both of them in front of the clutch.

"Thanks guys really. Only at summer camp you know. We really are hermaphrodites fist." Spotty said getting onto her knees, and jerking them off with both hands simultaneously.

"Use your tongue." Deborah said enjoying the tingling, but wanting a bit more than just just a hand job.

Deborah had always wondered how well a tongue long enough to moisten the eyes of it's owner would feel wrapped around her cock. She hadn't done it with a cow before, so she had no experience with getting her huge cock deep throated.

"Of course." Spotty said moving to side, and wrapping her huge sticky tongue around the hyper cock Daphne proudly presented her front paws behind her head.

"Kinda weird how feminine you make that look." The otter commented staring at her boobs, and starting to pant.

"Kind of weird how I'm a bitch pond diver." Daphne shot back that was kind of below the belt.

She winced as the tongue wrapped around her cock fully, and started tightening, and loosening like an incredibly sticky snatched that moved back, and forward with each ring seemingly having a mind of it's own.

"Yeez way to ruin the mood. I just meant I like your tits." The otter complained closing his eyes obviously trying to look cool.

"Well then touch them, and stop putting your paw in your mouth." Deborah said hating she wasn't able to concentrate on the act as finally her boob was touched by a brown ferrety hand.

Gentle, almost too much, but reassuring. Maybe she had the guy figured wrong. Maybe, definitely not though.

Daphne loved the feelings she got, she had in her addled state hardly noticed that the ferret had also snuck a hand to her asshole, and was massaging her anal glands, because of course the moral traditionalist thought that morality ended where sex began. Not that it was bad at all.

"Sorry I just... You kind of look like my first boyfriend you know." The otter explained apparently watching his breath form invisible clouds.

"Yeah it's fine." Daphne giggled enjoying it to an unusual extent.

Finally as the newt sharply contracted her tongue, and then quickly had it dart back into her toothless maw Daphne came a second time.

Now this was unique. What with her fluttering heart, all the colors, and so forth she just kept getting off from the fingers in her ass.

Rainbow spurt after spurt descended over the newt eggs that looked at her like eyeballs, finding that everything was OK with her.

She laid down on the ground whose tiles melded into what looked like couch cushions with decorative buttons on them, and giggled just like her otter friend.

Apparently having a little bit of endurance hand paid massive dividends.

"Hey Mike, like your butt isn't hyper right?" The otter slurred looking over at her.

Daphne shook her head, she was sure she wasn't Mike, but why would he call her that if she wasn't Mike? That would be silly.

The room had waves travel through it as Deborah was fucked into her surprisingly stretchy ass. Usually Daphne had a problem with taking dick back there, but something about whatever had happened before apparently gave her the toughness to solider through the initial discomfort.

She watched the couch cushions that made up the floor bounce in waves towards the eyeball eggs happily jumping about.

Her insides too seemed to expand, and contract. Daphne was pretty disturbed that each trust seemed to make her grow a cup size until the strange otter dick inside of her retreated.

Daphne struggled with the sensations, as she watched the newt descend like a brilliant smiley Chinese new year dragon onto her eggs to rub them with the fertilizing seed.

It was beautiful she started to cry. It was just so beautiful watching those kind all seeing eyeballs get moisturized. They were beautiful, and her only true friends in this universe.

"Oh fuck dragons man." The otter called out as a wave of warmth blew away everything, and replaced it with spots of amazing light.

The world was beautiful, and clean.

Daphne woke up with the worlds worst headache still in the middle of the shower, with the poodle, and otter curled up in the corner. The newt eggs lay discarded in a trash bin.

Daphne choked back a whine. It was truly humbling how much she had cared about so little. It made her feel like her emotions were all nothing, but an array of learned reactions towards stimuli that carried no meaning at all in the grand scheme of things.

Daphne wondered, if reality wasn't just a construct of her own making, and godhood, or slavery were just concepts that arose from learned perception.

Daphne shook her head. Nonsense what she really needed wasn't a new perspective on existence itself, but rather a trip to the buffet. She was starving.

She wagged her tail in happiness, because her prostate felt drained. Granted her walk was a little off sure, and she definitely reconsidered her policy on anal, but everything was great at hermaphrodite summer camp.