The Prosperous
Oh dear, has it really been 2 years? What an embarassing faux-pas that must be rectified at once! Please enjoy. :)
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I have a recurring dream, it's not pretty. I remember being a little girl, goodness knows what year - there's not much call for dates any more, at least not for me. I'm in my floral skirt, it sticks out most in my mind because I loved that skirt dearly as a child, it had a wonderful petal pattern all across the hem and was newly bought by my mother. I don't remember my mother's face in the dream, never, she is a blur, an object; my father doesn't appear at all, though he should, in the house.
I'm in the garden, and while I am intently watching a caterpillar make its pilgrimage across the verge of our footpath, a sudden vibration knocks me to my feet. In a blurry field of vision, I see a car crash into the fence. My mother comes running towards me, and collapses violently on the tarmac for no understandable reason. I hear screaming in the distance, or think I do, but it is faint and eaten up by a chasm of silence. The sky turns a hue of orange, of green, a plethora of colours, randomized, mad, distant, but as the rolling clouds get closer everything around me seeps its magnificent hue, becoming more translucent. Then, suddenly, a tornado picks up the car, and another destroys the house, before I know it they're everywhere, destroying everything, surrounding me. I see the inert body of my mother swept up. Around me everything becomes an impossible to navigate blur of wind, I stand there in the eye of the storm, and as I gaze outwardly I tell myself it all makes sense.
This dream never changes.
Today, I awoke bored. My tauren's ballsack was a comfortable mattress, the deep rumblings and movements within better than any fine goose-down equivalent, and the warmth excreted better than any heated blanket. I had engineered him to produce significantly more sperm which lasted much longer than regular, and wasn't absorbed by the bloodstream when unused, the end result being an organ that when left full to bursting grew exponentially in size. It was ideal to rest on, however it is unfortunate to note how I would have to at one point release him from his torment when my mattress becomes too big to the point I am simply engulfed by it. Yet at the same time, as I stroked the cello sized testicles on either side of me, I looked thoroughly forward to that time when he achieves his release, and imagining what such a torrent would look like. It would be unfortunate how I would be left bedless as I'd wait for his testes to grow back to a sufficient size.
Oh, I'd think of something. I always do.
Lifting myself up onto my elbows, I turned around, looking at his already-alert face, tenderly I kissed the bull's muzzle, ignoring the throbbing black organ jutting out vertically between pubic bone and his large, velvety scrotum. A side-effect or feature I added to his makeup? I'm never quite sure when it comes to these sexualised improvements, such as constant erections when left unsated, sometimes my subconscious just works against me.
"Mistress?" he said dutifully. I noted with pleasure the rise in pitch near the end of the word, it was a question, not a statement.
"Not today," I whispered back, gently touching the impressive member with a brush of my fingertips. It vibrated in response, yearning for more - sometimes my subconscious really gets creative without me knowing.
Pulling myself away from the passionate kiss I gave the bull (a true prisoner of his own manhood), I lifted myself carefully from my bed, noting with satisfaction how well the arm-restraints had stayed taunt, preventing the tauren from finding release by his own hand. By this point he could no longer stand due to the sheer weight of his sack, he had to kneel constantly for relief on soft foam. Sometimes the bed was just so beautiful I could not tear myself away from it, I would lie there until late afternoon, spoiling him rotten as I fed him treats and told him tales, massaging the two testes I lay between with scented oils. In my artist's temperament there is still a great kindness to my creations.
Descending naked through the archway and down the marble corridor I began to feel more awake, more renewed, more directed. It was a glorious day like I, myself, am glorious. Sunlight filtered from the planes into my grand hallway through stained glass windows depicting me in idealised fashion, and several interesting motifs of the male body I am so inclined to enjoy. From the thin arrow-slit windows, one could make out the grasslands outside, turning with the seasons from Autumn; the plains took on a mottled greyish cream colour that mixed like broth as they rolled on into the horizon.
Civilization as I had understood it when I was a child had gone, there were others like me out there, I understand, brilliant, gifted. I'm not too inclined to explore, not any more, the world is too large and I am always preoccupied with my little projects. Cynthillia is the closest...other I know, many miles across the plains, she has similar interests to mine, albeit hers have a much darker, more sinister twist to them, I do not plan to visit her home again for it is somewhat too ghastly and - quite simply - is not my own, I am too used to mine own home comforts. We are pleasant to each other it is true, but I do not see eye to eye with someone who is simply so barbaric, so uncaring to her creations.
There is another, Ursula, who I have never met who lives even further than Cynthillia, into the woodlands. Sometimes she sends me gifts of her creations, they tend to always arrive pristine despite travelling so far, in-fact sometimes they arrive better, heat and scent radiating from them as they appear at my gates, flexing their powerful muscles after running the entire distance. I usually take the time to return correspondence when I am so inclined.
Today was the day I was going to test the twin accelerated foxes. Grown and cared for by suitable carer constructs, they were going to be my newest vice. Moving swiftly into the nursery, I noted with satisfaction how long they'd grown over the past 3 months, now entering very late adolescence. They still had a childish nature about them as they wrestled naked on the floor, toned arms grasping as snouts mock-snarled. They were both completely innocent, pure, oblivious to the sizeable members that hung down from their well toned crotches.
"Tezta. Corlith." my voice though level hung musically in the air - 2 sets of lupine ears twitched as both bound for me in four bouncy strides.
"Mistress!" Tetza cooed, giving my face several submissive licks.
"We missed you!" Corlith was bouncing off the walls, not sure where to run his raspy tongue, he settled on an elbow.
"I missed you too, little ones," I replied, giving Tetza a rough scratch under the chin, he liked that.
"Have you brought more toys?" Corlith asked, now giving as many possible licks as possible to pick up the pace when Tetza left off.
"No. I have not. Today we're going to do something different. Tetza stand in front of me," I ordered, though not unkindly. The eldest obediently did so.
"You see, today we're taking off these unsightly bands," I announced, removing a thin metal ring from the tip of the fox's penis. There was a slight indentation in the skin where it had constricted, but only slightly. Tetza looked uneasy at this unusual fixation on his genitals. Ah, how he would soon learn.
I rubbed the shaft of his penis lightly, in moments I managed to achieve full erection; his beautiful lithe body was so pure and angelic in nature, and yet halfway down his form was this monster that jutted straight out from his crotch, veiny and darker than the rest of his body, a fine matting of fur at the base. How conflicting those two images were, his angelic form and his throbbing cock. How perfect. Three months and two specially constructed metal bands had been leading up to this moment. The foreskin of his penis formed a small opening at the top, through a combination of the constriction of the band, and of an artificial phimosis I had engineered to linger for the first two and a half months, the foreskin had always remained at the tip of his penis, rain or shine. Today was the day, the very first day this fox and his brother's foreskins would pull back; the very first day that their sensitive, wet heads would be exposed to the cold morning air; the very first day they learn the duty of the servants in my house. The first of many.
Slowly and carefully I pulled back the skin from the tip, Tetza's flared glans made a strong outline within its protective folds, and oh how wonderful it looked halfway pulled back, that moist, reddish, purple head, so smooth and perfect, half revealed, the bottom half's flare visible by the shape it struck in the foreskin it pulled, the faint hint of his special musk beckoned to me like an inviting lover. With loving care I rolled the foreskin down the rest of the way - fully exposing it for the first time - those perfect glans, sensitive and fragile in the light, the wonderful smell of his penis was now stronger with the skin neatly tucked under the mushroom ridge. The fox visibly shivered.
"You next," I whispered to Corlith, his erection already pulsating, straining, trying to get out of its metal confine. With a satisfied grin I removed the band single-handily, and immediately Corlith's foreskin - designed to be shorter than his brothers - parted halfway over his glans and stayed there, unable to move any further over the ridge, this fox's phimosis was designed to stay for significantly longer, I had many fun stretching games in mind to lead up to the day that foreskin can finally get over the oversized ridge with ease, and what a wonderful ridge it was, wider than his older brother's; the base of the glans seemed to be stretching the width of his wonderfully tight foreskin to its limits, his over-sensitive frenulum slightly peeking out of the fold.
Corlith looked puzzled as he failed the attempt to pull his down the entire way, "soon," I cooed, "very soon, my dear."
With expert ease I turned back to Tetza, pushing him to the floor, he landed with scare a blink, looking from me, to the strange transformation that had took hold of his penis. He was still completely transfixed.
"My little angelic fox is going to enjoy this," I whispered, holding his wrists firmly to the floor. Slowly I moved my mouth closer to the beckoning member, it twitched in excitement as the elder fox could feel my hot breath upon him. Deftly I gave the tip the quickest lick possible. The result was explosive, the fox sat bolt upright, shocked and unprepared for this faint touch on his ultra sensitive organ, his arms squirmed in my grip, it would be no use having him flailing, he'd learn to be expert with those hands in time. With only moments to recover I engulfed him, letting his parts rub against the inner-lining of my mouth, letting him feel the expert work of my raspy tongue play with his fine head, with horrible glee I gave his frenulum - the most sensitive part of any male organ - some particularly wicked attention; no longer able to speak Tetza gave out a couple of loud, unintelligible noises, a cataclysmic orgasm hitting him - and the back of my throat.
The younger twin, shocked, scooted closer to his brother, in his eyes a mixture of fear and wonder as he stared at the peeled back member of Tetza, red and bobbing with the older fox's breathing. Yet at the same time, something deeper, something primal within the younger twin, gave him a basic understanding that what just transpired here, despite appearances, was a drama of intense pleasure. Absent-mindedly he stared at his sibling, rubbing the base of his own penis and scrotum with the heel of his hand.
"Not like that!" I laughed at my creation's ineptitude. I beckoned Corlith closer, inviting him to fondle and explore my breasts with his clumsy paws, directing him to give particular attention to my well-formed nipples. Quickly I took control as I grasped his shaft, moving it up and down with a languid pace; his foreskin moved across his head within the limit it could move. At times I would pull my hand all the way up the shaft, collecting what little bunched skin there was between thumb and forefinger, before continuing my assault of the main body of his shaft, massaging the underside of his ridge with my thumb. With my other hand I began to stroke his smooth scrotum, I have a terrible mania for low hangers, I am not ashamed to admit it, there is something very powerful about them, they appear in almost everything I make.
"Gyah, oh mistress - oh..." Corlith whispered, voice hoarse as he tried to inhale as much air as mortally possible, his breathing was impossibly fast when put into the context of how much work I was actually doing, I smiled wickedly at such power I held over this virile adolescent.
Once I felt his testes were suitably worked, I moved my hand further down, my fingers now tracing the outlines of his anus while my main hand stroked the shaft faster, more ferociously. The fox's eyes rolled back, his hands were no longer fondling my chest, they supported him in a semi-upright position so he didn't collapse completely. Then, without warning, I inserted one finger into the fox's unexplored nether-regions. Instantaneously thick, white ropes of cum shot into the air and landed on my breasts and his abdomen. Corlith's back arched so much his groin was almost level with my face, quickly he collapsed into an undignified heap making small, quick yiff noises.
With forefinger extended I collected and tasted the essence like icing. These were the moments I truly lived for...a poor use of the word, I'd lived and loved much longer than I knew I physically should, I know that the others like me, Ursula and Cynthillia, most likely were the same. I hesitate to use the word immortal, I do not like dwelling on what I am.
Tetza the elder scooted closer, now seemingly recovered to feel daring enough to begin to lap up the sperm that had collected on me and his younger sibling. I grinned, patting his head lightly. The intoxicating smell of foxy musk was now overpowering the room, sending my arousal into overdrive, I could feel a damp patch between my legs, I had restrained myself well thus far, but now was when I felt ready to begin enjoying myself too.
I stood, watching them both carefully. The twins were enraptured putty in my hands, their expressions - their very stances screaming how they wished to explore the maximum of this new knowledge to the most physical of extents. Corlith made a sound in the back of his throat, a mixture of contentment and excitement. Seating myself carefully in the closest chair, I opened my legs for them to inspect within. Without thinking, they both responded the most natural way they knew - and possibly the best. Crawling over they gave my vagina a good inspection, sniffing curiously, inching closer with their cold noses. In seconds they were licking my lips, my clitoris, exploring within me with their wonderful, soft muzzles, never resting on any one place, not knowing one pleasure zone from another, their thick tongues touched everywhere they could, never resting on any one particular place, they wanted to try it all.
"Ah, my pet angels," I bit my lip at the sheer ecstasy, I was in heaven.
It was with great effort and reluctance I managed to compose myself, pulling them away gently as I looked at my little foxes directly, "your mistress' womanhood has a very special function," I told them.
A mixture of juices and saliva coated their furry jaws, a small dribble of it hung from Corlith's mouth, his lips were slightly parted in complete wonderment. Their pupils dilated, and hard-ons already reaching full-mast, they looked me in the eye adoringly, I could feel their hot heavy pants on my drenched pussy from where I sat. If I thought I had them before, well...it's amazing what the scent of womanhood can achieve at times.
"We're going to play a game," I explained, "and the winner gets to put their thing in here. The one who manages to force the other one to 'shoot' first is the winner." I made a point of lapping up the remaining cum on my breasts to demonstrate my meaning.
For a few moments they both sat there, vulpine minds calculating as they stared at me, my crotch, and each other. Unanimously they quickly reached a decision. Tetza, always slightly more domineering to his sibling, dived on an unprepared Corlith almost immediately. The older fox tried to give the younger an oral workout, his inexpert muzzle attempting to suckle on the younger's sensitive semi-sheathed penis. Teeth, though only slightly grazing, left a detrimental effect, as Corlith howled in anger, scrabbling at the elder with his paws, trying to escape with his sensitive tool unscathed, while at the same time trying to find purchase with his own maw. I watched them squirm in each others arms, this was different than the wrestling I walked in on, this had more fire, more testosterone, more determination, heat and scent filled the air. I grinned, my mind, always thinking about the next big creation, was running through a hundred and one ways to turn this into something twice as entertaining if I made some "friends" for the foxy twins, edited with some suitable changes. Alas, I am my own greatest critic.
The two found an impasse, with Corlith on the bottom, the two began 69'ing each other, muzzles filled with each other's manhood. I grinned, Tetza had a head start since I had worked on him with mine own brilliant lips, but Corlith was trying to accommodate and match stroke for stroke, holding onto his elder's asscheeks as he slurped awanoisilyly, his brother's impressive ballsack resting on his nose. Tetza tried without success to deep-throat, always pulling back at the last second before he felt himself gagging. Corlith, oblivious, tried to go the whole hog, and quickly found himself gasping for air. As Corlith choked for air and tried to compose himself, he looked at his brother's rump, doing something I had not anticipated at all, but perhaps should have seen coming. Crafty and calculating, like the fox within him demanded, he stuck his muzzle between Tetza's well defined cheeks - the look on the elder's surprised face telling me all I needed to know about what was going on in that special place. Trying to accommodate this new feeling Tetza tried to readjust his hips, but only succeeded in rubbing his member across his brother's firm abdomen, the effect was instantaneous as the older fox moaned in pleasure, pushing his ass deeper into Corlith's face. Now his eyes clenched, his back arched, and I could note with glee how his balls moved closer in towards his body as spooge erupted violently from his cock upon the white stomach bellow him, giving Corlith an extra layer of cum over the dried mix from last time.
"Well done!" I announced, glee taking an edge in my voice I had not heard for quite a while, I could not have hoped for a better game, "Corlith, come claim your reward."
Pushing the older brother off of him, Corlith made a beeline straight for me, holding his erect cock in his hands, slimy and wet from saliva, "I win!" he was almost bouncing with his own joy.
I met him across the room, ordering him to lie on the floor as I straddled him with my legs, "oh my wonderful phimotic pet, we're going to make a stud out of you. We'll have so much fun training you, soon you'll be able to feel the touch of a woman all over your glans."
Incomprehension marked the fox's face, that...and lust, he was ready and impatient for his reward. With purpose I raised my hips above his crotch, and lowered myself slowly. The look on the fox's face was pure bliss, and rightly so - oh how perfect he felt inside me, his soft veiny shaft rubbing against my inner walls, with that large well defined tip clearly making its presence within known to a euphoric limit. With a few adjustments I slowly began to move my hips, feeling his penis head poking in and out of its limited confines to meet with my moist sanctum. How perfect he was, but then again I would never make anything less.
I picked up the pace, angling my body so my clit could find some stimulation rubbing against his pubic mound, the result was electric, I felt shots of joy rise through my body, pleasing my brain with every thrust we made together. I turned towards Tetza, noting with surprise how he sat there watching us, looking slightly left out as he nursed his third consecutive hard-on. Oh dear, I did not remember engineering such stamina, I always surprise myself.
"Tetza, my angelic fox," I bargained, "if you make a good job licking here, you can join in too," I wiggled my ass for him invitingly.
Tetza was before my rump almost immediately, pulling my supple cheeks apart as he stared at my anus with curiosity. Quickly he dived in, running his long warm tongue around the sensitive flesh. I shivered, halting my grind of Corlith's member, who quickly picked up the pace as he started to thrust up into me, holding onto my hips for support. Tetza's tongue felt some resistance against my opening, and then - it was in; I could feel my insides violated by his long raspy tongue as it moved into territory not often traversed. I groaned, wiggling my hips closer as he held me there, giving me a thorough lubrication.
"Ah, yes, that's enough my dear," I breathed, finding it hard to even speak, "you can try to get in now."
I felt the older fox pull away, leaving my anus cold and wet, yearning for attention again. Suddenly I could feel his slick penis pressed up against my opening. The older fox pressed the tip of his sensitive member into my anus, the tip halfway in with the minimum of difficulty - I winced slightly, but the job was done, with one deep thrust they were both buried to the hilt and - like me - were loving every second of it. I murmured sweet noises under my breath, savouring the feel of their damp velvety fur against my bare skin, melting as their hot, throbbing members pressed together inside me. I could only bite my lip in fervour as they began to do what came naturally.
"Oh my poor little foxes," I whispered, "how mean I am to make you wait so long for this," I reached behind me, taking their sizeable low hangers are rubbed them against each other, letting their musk and my juices rub together, the scents mixing like perfume. They said nothing, their minds were simply too overloaded, instead they picked up the pace, fucking faster, I groaned audibly, gyrating my hips in time with their forceful movements. How wonderful they felt inside me, rubbing against my insides, against each other, how their warmth and smell seeped into my flesh, how well they caressed me.
With one final thrust, Corlith unleashed for the third time. I could feel the force of his ejaculate hitting my inner walls; clenching my ass in delight upon the elder's thick member, I quickly brought Tetza to orgasm too. As I felt the ejaculate ooze out of me, leaking from my stuffed holes, I myself shuddered with mind-shattering bliss, colours passed my vision as my body demanded I tensed and relaxed at the same time.
Breathing heavily, I lay there with the foxes still inside of me, feeling them grow soft within my confines, our breathing synchronised, as I felt the rise and fall of their chests.
"That was wonderful," I murmured.
Tetza growled in agreement, Corlith muttered nothing as he stared at the ceiling. I paused, adjusting slightly, and realised with abject terror that I could feel them both thickening inside of me, how much stamina did I unknowingly give them...?
"Perhaps you would like to see my bed," I mused.