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_ - The Wildspire Wastes _

Miki morosely ran her binoculars over the barren, yet grandiose landscape. Rocky crags and craggy rocks, expansive deserts, towering anthills, and the occasional muddy river-delta... all dyed in various shades of brown. A long shot from the vibrantly colorful Ancient Forest and its teeming life! Still, it had a certain stark beauty to it... a casual tourist would probably have enjoyed the view. But she was a Hunter, and she had come to this place looking for fresh prey... which was proving to be scarce indeed.

Jyuratodus infected the riverlands - huge, armored fish who lacked any external genitalia. Diablos lurked in caverns beneath the sands - she knew those well from back home, fascinating creatures but a touch too large for her uses. Rathians sometimes nested in the more verdant areas neighboring the rivers - too large, and too female. Kulu-Ya-Ku could be found here, preying on the eggs of both Rathians and the more peaceful Apceros, just like in the Ancient Forest - where she had already encountered them and discarded them for being just plain too silly. The sheer hilarity of their chicken-like appearance simply detracted too heavily from any erotic value their highly suitable size might otherwise have conveyed...

So pickings were slim. There were the aforementioned Apceros, of course - large, shelled herbivores that she'd encountered in the Old World as well. And the Kestodons, previously encountered in the Ancient Forest - bipedal lizards with hefty, armored skulls who protected their herds with potent charging attacks. She hadn't targeted either group on previous occasion, for the exact same reason: They were prey-species, often targeted by larger predators, and skittish as a result. She knew from experience what that meant - painfully short mating-sessions, driven by evolutionary pressure to avoid being stuck in a vulnerable position for longer than you absolutely had to. However pleasing their size and texture, it helped little when they were good for no more than a handful of thrusts before dismounting and bolting...

Well, sheer numbers might compensate. It was something she'd considered before with regards to the Apceros, who often traveled in large herds - in the Old World, she'd lacked the privacy and time to pull something like that off, but things were different here. It was something to think about... but for now, she'd finally spotted something with real potential: A Barroth. She'd seen them back home too, but never had the chance to try one. Going by its size, it'd be in the upper reaches of her capacity, but... doable. And while it was hardly a proper predator - in fact, if memory served, it was an insectivore, probably preying mainly on the native Carrier Ants - it was too big and heavily armored to be at all skittish.

It was hardly the kind of sleek, handsome specimen that the Tobi-Kadachi had been - its face was rather marred by its 'nose': A massive, flat-topped protrusion that mostly resembled a small mountain-plateau. But she hardly cared - it was big, heavy, and hopefully packing something equally big and heavy between its two powerful hind-legs. She was already feeling a tingle between her legs as she imagined what it'd feel like to get pounded by such a large, powerful creature. She just had to catch one in the right place - they tended to favor the muddy river-sides, where they could bury themselves in muck to hide from the burning sun. And she really didn't want to wind up drowning in mud while getting mounted... for that matter, the length of the Barroth's legs suggested that she'd need to position herself on top of something for a non-awkward mating. That, or stand with her legs straight instead of kneeling, which seemed unlikely to be sustainable...

So, preparations were in order. She started by donning a Ghillie-suit so that she could move in close to the fiercely territorial beast without provoking it, and snuck in close behind it while it was drinking from a muddy river. A good look at the bulge between his legs confirmed that the Barroth she'd spotted was, indeed, a male - an important step, since she really didn't want to go to a lot of trouble setting up the perfect scenario only for it to turn out to be female. Then, it was just a matter of trailing him from a safe distance until his search for food led him away from the river-deltas and into the drier, rockier parts of the Wastes, where the great anthill-spires that had given the region its name could be found.

When his search brought him near a suitably-sized flat rock, she leaped into action, quickly making her preparations - applying generous amounts of her loosening salve to both of her orifice, knowing that the sheer mass and strength of her intended partner would make it difficult to guide him towards a specific hole with any real surety. Then, standing on the rock, she drew the monster's attention with a couple of small stones fired from her standard-issue Slinger - not even a mosquito-bite to such a heavily-armored beast, but enough to make him aware that she was there, in his personal space. The warning roar he emitted had an almost physical force to it, even at the current distance - and the charge that followed, boulder-like nose-bone in the front, shook the earth.

It ended prematurely, however, when the Barroth charged over the vine-trap she'd planted in front of the rock in advance. Strong vines harvested from the Ancient Forest, intertwined with sticky spidersilk, sprang up from the device hidden beneath the sand, entangling the mighty beast and turning his charge into a rather undignified slide. With his massive nose stopping bare inches from the rock she was balancing on, she was able to drop a couple of small aphrodisiac-bombs directly into his huge, upturned nostrils - letting them explode _inside_his nose, sending the full force of the gas rushing directly into his massive lungs. Enough said, she felt reasonably certain that he'd received a sufficient dose.

As he reared up and began to tear through the vines that bound him, it was indeed clear that he wasn't driven by territorial rage anymore. The bulge between his legs she'd noticed earlier was pulsating and opening before her eyes, letting a thick, conical cockhead emerge into the dry desert air with a squelching sound. The massive nose was waving in the air, now, searching desperately for the scent of a female in heat - there_had_ to be one nearby since he was feeling so unendurably horny, after all! But like several monsters before him, he'd have to make do with the vaguely-related scent of her hungry snatch, as she got down on her hands and knees with her armored skirt once again flipped up around her waist. Certainly, there was no shortage of lubrication - the anticipation inherent in stalking her prey for so long had raised her arousal to a fine point, and a few flicks of her fingers sent the sweet juices scattering into the air in tiny droplets.

Picking up the unfamiliar scent drew his small, beady eyes to her, and though they were purely a secondary sensing-organ compared to his nose, they WERE able to identify the gap between her legs, held wide-open by two pairs of fingers hooked around both outer and inner labia. It didn't look like a female Barroth. It didn't SMELL like a female Barroth. But what the heck, it kinda' looked like his dick might fit in it, and he desperately needed to fit it into something, so of course he went for it. With a lusty roar, he reared over the flat rock she was kneeling on, his short forelegs finding purchase on the far edge like they would have on the shoulders of a willing female of his own kind while his shins banged up against the near side. His cock, now fully emerged, danced through the air as it searched for a hole that wasn't quite where his instincts told him it should be.

Miki was well used to that particular dance, and her slender fingers soon found the swaying shaft, gripping it and trying to guide it towards her gaping, dripping-wet pussy. Her breathing quickened as she felt it in her hand - it was as thick as anything she'd ever taken, and past the smooth, conical head, the shaft seemed to be just as heavily armored as the rest of the beast. Overlapping, scale-like armor-plates lined the bottom, while the top was covered in tough, bumpy hide that silently promised even more texture than the Great Jagras had offered.

However, the stubborn Barroth was not easily led. The feeling of her hand wrapped so tightly around his shaft was enough to make him think he'd found his mark, and he desperately started thrusting, eager to get himself fully embedded before he slipped out again. His bucking movements, backed by the vast mass of his heavily-armored body, were far beyond what Miki's arm could resist. She did her best, but the angle was awkward, and she was not entirely surprised when the hot tool slipped from her grasp just as she was lining it up with her hungry snatch. Instead, it rode up the canyon between her thick and luscious butt-cheeks, grinding over her freshly-lubricated asshole - before sliding back again, and dipping in. Her artificially-loosened sphincter easily parted before the conical cockhead, and that was it. With a triumphant roar, the Barroth leaned forwards and used his entire mass to force his huge cock all the way into her ass with a single, powerful thrust. He'd found his mark, and she had no way to dissuade him at that point.

She could only put her hand back on the rock to help support her body against the powerful thrusts, and settle in for the ass-reaming of a lifetime. His sheer girth was straining the limits of her body despite the elasticity-enhancing salve, and the overwhelmingly rough texture of the shaft clawed at her sensitive insides. In particular, the layered scaled that lined the bottom were grinding against internal tissue that had but recently recovered from the Tobi-Kadachi's electric assault. The Barroth's four powerful legs stood as prison-bars around her, and with his vast, heavily-armored weight bearing down on her, she was literally caught between a rock and a hard place.

With each of the Barroth's thrusts shaking her whole body, she was thus - unsurprisingly - cumming like crazy. The level of stimulation radiating out from her overstretched and battered anus was overwhelming, and with every orgasm, the distinction between pain and pleasure faded - soon disappearing altogether. Fortunately, despite his impressive girth, the Barroth was somewhat short on length - ensuring that his conical cockhead wasn't smashing up against her internal organs or anything. On the other hand, this meant that he bottomed out on every thrust, fully embedding his massive shaft every time - culminating in his armored groin smacking up against Miki's bulbous ass like a huge, rock-hard hand... providing a bruisingly brutal spanking to go with the bone-shaking ass-fucking.

And as Miki had surmised, despite being far from the fearsome predator, the Barroth was also a long way from being a skittish prey-species. Thanks to his size and thick armor, he had virtually no natural enemies, leaving no evolutionary pressure to dissuade him from long, leisurely matings. In fact, the female Barroth's ovulation was contingent on lengthy stimulation, as a way to ensure that the father of her eggs possessed both good stamina and proven skills at finding food... a clever evolutionary adaption which Miki was entirely unaware of, not that it would have done anything but further encourage her if she'd known it.

For close to an hour, he pounded her ass non-stop, displaying the kind of abundant stamina that would ensure his genes were carried on to the next generation. By the time he finally emitted a shrill roar and emptied his hefty balls into the dank depths of her ass, her entire rectum was a mass of friction-induced agony, and her buttocks two solid spheres of dark-purple bruises. Enough potent orgasms had torn through her mind to render her punch-drunk and far beyond rational thought - and though she was vaguely certain that her ass would never fully recover from the battering it had just endured, she felt regret, rather than relief, when he finally stopped moving.

Even so, it wasn't over. The Barroth was leaning heavily on the stone, arms and legs shaking, drawing great breaths through his four massive nostrils as he sought to recover his lost stamina - but inside her, his cock remained rock-hard and vibrantly erect. The huge dose of aphrodisiac he'd absorbed when she dropped the mini-bombs directly into his nose still had a powerful hold on him, and would for hours yet. She considered, for few minutes, simply waiting where she was for him to get his breath back and begin pounding her again - but that would be_boring_. She didn't just want more, she wanted different- and her pussy was gapingly empty and filled with sensitive, unsatisfied surfaces.

Leaning forwards, she flattened herself against the rock, sliding her rear off the Barroth's impaling rod. Shifting to look over her shoulder, she gazed up at the gloriously thick and textured rod, its bumps and ridges having carried a slimy mix of his own abundant cum, scraped-off ass-slime and unsurprising amounts of blood along from the wreckage of her anus. Licking her lips, she immediately decided that it really needed to be cleaned if it was going to go in her pussy next - she might get a uterine infection or something otherwise!

Shifting her body around awkwardly in the narrow space between the flat rock and the Barroth's heaving chest, she raised her head to sniff at the dirty cock before leaning forwards and taking the tip into her mouth, sucking delicately on it. She could mostly taste his cum, there - thick and salty, with savory undertones - but there were still a hint of bitterness underneath it. As she moved away from the tip and down the textured shaft, reaching into every crevice and corner with her agile tongue, there was a lot more of that, along with the metallic taste of blood - evidence of the ruined state of her rectum. Even now, her widely-gaping anus was dripping rose-tinted cum on the stone behind her.

The potent humiliation of licking the detritus of her own wrecked ass off the cock of a dumb animal tickled her masochistic mind in much the same way as the waves of pain that continued to radiate out from her spasming sphincter and battered buttocks, making her writhe in pleasure as she dutifully carried out her labor. Then, it got even better. The Barroth was exhausted, aroused, and thoroughly confused. He was fairly certain that he wasn't currently penetrating anything, and was rather unfamiliar with going for a Round 2 in the first place. He couldn't make sense of the pleasant sensations that were fluttering over his exposed cock, but his foggy, drug-addled mind finally concluded that no, he really wasn't embedded in the tough-and-spacious pussy of a female Barroth anymore, which meant that he could go ahead without fear of committing a rather nasty faux-pas.

His cock jumped between Miki's caressing hands as he began to empty his bladder, filled to the brim after near on an hour of vigorous physical activity. Moving more on instinct and conditioned reflex than any sort of conscious thought, she immediately shifted her head to intercept the dark-yellow stream, closing her lips around the soft, tapered cockhead in a tight seal once more. The acrid liquid swiftly filled her mouth, flowing strongly from a urethra thicker than one of her fingers - the thick, concentrated piss of a desert-dweller, accustomed to conserving water during the dry season. The sour, strongly-flavored liquid washed the musty-bitter taste of her own ass off her tongue as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful, perversely determined to accommodate the entire contents of his sizeable bladder in her stomach. Meanwhile, her fingers snuck down between her legs to dig into her sobbing-wet pussy and rub over her hungrily-erect clit, bringing her to orgasm almost instantly.

She came twice more before the stream stopped, leaving her with a roiling, noticeably-expanded gut - but years of depravity had given her a strong stomach, so she easily suppressed the nausea and went back to what she'd been doing before; licking her way up the Barroth's shaft, cleaning off every last trace her ass had left on it - finishing by cleaning the very edges of its base, pushing her tongue into the folds of its sheath to taste the dark, aged lubricants within - like a mix of old, stale sweat and smegma, she thought before pulling her head back, panting with desire.

A grunt and reflexive hip-thrust from the Barroth told her that he had just about gotten his wind back, and she quickly rolled over on her back, before lining her groin up with the still-hard, saliva-dripping cock and lifting it from the rock. Shifting her (rarely-used) weapon and pack down below her rear to keep it there, she flexed her legs to push her hungrily-gaping pussy forwards, impaling herself on the still-stationary rod above her - until the Barroth felt the hot, wet embrace around his sensitive cockhead and, with a tired roar, leaped into action again.

Her flexible pussy took his thick cock somewhat easier than her still-gaping rectum had, but she was still filled to capacity - and he still pounded her with unrestrained force, slamming his armored sheath into her labia with every thrust, while his broad hips forced her legs to painfully spread into a neat split. Each impact sent a shockwave down through her body, making her tits sway back and forth and pushing a spurt of reddish-white cum from her now squished-flat anus in a noisy squirt. Even now, there was still a large quantity of thick, slimy cum left lodged in her intestines - his gonads, kept safely inside his armored body, produced tremendous loads. He'd poured at least a solid gallon into her, and with potential water-shortage once again an evolutionary lever, it was particularly thick and sticky, preventing it from leaking out too quickly despite the massive, gaping crater he had left between her ass-cheeks.

With pleasure flowing steadily from her overstretched and battered pussy, and the sensation of a huge, powerful creature bearing down on her body, fucking her with bestial intensity, she allowed her eyes to roll back in her head, fading away into reverie - letting choice memories float to the top as she entered her pleasure-trance. Where had she been last time? Oh yes... she'd been thinking about how her earliest sexual experiences with a Felyne had opened her eyes to the possibility of seeking lovers in the animal kingdom...

In a sense, that was when she had become a hunter. Armed with her then-experimental aphrodisiac, she had prowled the city in search of prey - and neither housepets nor beasts of burden were safe from her predation. She had devoted most of two years to those pursuits, and learned many new things in the process... starting with the pleasure of being stretched to the very limit by a cock designed for a body far bigger than her own. She'd also found out that she didn't actually need someone to order her around and abuse her in order to experience the thrill of submission and humiliation - she could get the same kicks just from acting in a similar way with an animal, with far less of a risk that her partner might brag to the wrong person about his pliable 'girlfriend'...

It was also during this phase that she first started to experiment with urethral penetration. It was because of the poogles, of course... the clever and affectionate little porcines were common as pets, and easily found throughout the city. If it wasn't for their diminutive size, they'd be perfect sexual partners for her! While grousing about that, it had occurred to her that there might be a simple solution. After all, she'd been introduced to anal sex ages ago - turning an excretory organ into a sex-organ didn't seem like such a great idea on the surface of it, but it had worked out splendidly. So why not repurpose her other, smaller excretory opening into a fuck-hole for the less well-equipped?

She'd already been experimenting with the loosening salve at that point - having been inspired by some early experiences with large, domesticated beasts. After applying it to her urethra, she'd been able to slip a cotton swab coated with more of the mixture inside, providing an even coating all the way to her bladder - and concluding in the process that her peehole was even more sensitive than her anus, promising the potential for great success in her experiment. Then it had been simply the matter of 'borrowing' a friendly, eager-to-please poogle, dosing it with a bit of her aphrodisiac drug, and carefully guiding its long, pencil-thin, screw-headed dick towards her slightly leaky peehole.

She had learned several things from that experience. Firstly, that she could, indeed, cum with her peehole. Secondly, that poogles came loads - while their ejaculate was fairly thin and watery, it had quantity aplenty... more than one would have expected of such a diminutive creature. Thirdly, when they were done cumming, they'd squeeze a lump of thick, almost wax-like slime out, to clog and close the womb of their partner, both preventing their cum from leaking out, and stopping any other males from impregnating her. Indeed, the odd corkscrew heads she'd found so fascinating when she'd first taken a closer look at what the adorable little creatures were packing had evolved as a response to that - they were meant to drill through that very blockade, subverting that particular defense.

Of course, in her case, that intriguing little evolutionary arms-race meant that she was left with a clogged bladder filled with hot piggy-cum afterwards... an intoxicating feeling. If she took two or three of them back to back - letting their corkscrew-heads do the work they were designed for - her bladder would be full to the brim afterwards, letting her feel the abundant amounts of cum sloshing about in there as she walked around... she imagined that she could almost feel all the little sperm-cells wiggling around, searching futilely for an egg to fertilize. She frequently walked around like that for as long as she could endure - hours, often - just going about her business, endlessly amused (and aroused) by the fact that no-one she met or talked to could even BEGIN to guess that she had a bladderful of poogle-cum inside her at the time.

In the end, of course, the pressure would grow too severe, and she'd have to break the seal - usually with the tip of a pencil or something similar. But that was fine - there was an erotic relief in letting it out, too, and when the mood struck her, she could take it one step further. After all, there was no reason to let the foamy, yellow-white liquid that then gushed from her stretched-open urethra go to waste... not when she could catch it in a glass or a mug and subsequently slurp it down, enjoying the taste of the salty poogle-cum - kept warm by her body - mixed with the sour sharpness of her own piss.

This particular perversion was one she still enjoyed, even as she'd generally moved on from those simple days of animal-fucking... whenever she had to return to Astra, she'd always make sure to sneak the base's mascot poogle off to a secluded spot to let him fuck her well-used peehole. By now, she was experienced enough that she didn't even need flexibility-salve for something as thin as a poogle's penis - and for that matter, the affectionate little critter had grown familiar enough with her that he hardly needed any of her trademark aphrodisiacs in order to perform. Invariably, she'd leave the settlement on her next expedition with his cum still splashing about in her bladder - a hot drink saved for later.

However, even as she'd fucked her way through the city's population of domesticated animals, learning and experiencing many new things along the way, it had become increasingly clear to her that she'd never be satisfied with just that. She always wanted more, different, new... experiences, pleasures, partners, pains, whatever. As long as it was new! And that meant that settling down in town as a respected pharmacist with a secret double life just wasn't in the cards for her. By then, she was nearing 15, her teenage hormones having somehow managed to further supercharged her already overwhelming libido - but that also meant that her official age was 18. Which opened up a new possibility...

Back in the present, however, the Barroth was running out of steam again. His stamina, alas, had not been fully recovered by the brief rest and pee-break, so he didn't have the same staying-power as the first time around... leaving him to brutally pound her increasingly-bruised cunt for 'merely' half an hour before filling her with yet another huge load of cum. Her womb absorbed the brunt of the flood, and with its inherent elasticity somewhat enhanced by the spillover from applying the flexibility-boosting salve nearby, it handled the influx surprisingly well - ballooning up into a cum-filled bubble that combined with her piss-filled stomach to make her belly look mildly pregnant. The sensation of internal pressure and stretching brought her to a swift orgasm - the latest in a long, long string - but it also brought with it a sense of finality that broke her out of her trance.

Her eyes refocused and realigned as the Barroth tiredly staggered backwards, pulling his rapidly-softening but still thick cock out of her well-worn pussy. She instantly found herself forced to squeeze them shut against the glare of the desert sun as the shade he had provided disappeared, and took a moment to recover, groaning and rolling over, her back aching from the awkward angle it had been stuck at for the past half hour. Once she managed to pull herself upright on the rock, she was able to spot her erstwhile lover, dragging himself away, presumably towards a nice, muddy nest near the riverbanks where he could safely rest and recover from the ordeal.

She, too, was in sore need or post-ordeal recovery. Her asshole was still gaping and leaking, even after all the time that had passed, suggesting that the damage done by the lengthy and powerful reaming she'd received had been even worse than she'd figured - and meanwhile, her pussy had now oozing globs of red-stained cum as well. Her outer labia had been bruised purple by the repeated impact of the Barroth's rough hips, nicely matching her still-sore bum, and her inner thighs weren't much better off. Her stomach was still unsettled from all the strong piss she'd drunk, and she'd sweated out a dangerous amount of water during the past hour-and-a-half caught between a hot body and a hot rock.

Still, she'd weathered worse before. She quickly downed her usual post-sex energy-drink, before washing it down with the lukewarm contents of the waterskin she always carried on her hips - staving off dehydration and providing her with the energy to get her battered body moving. Then all that was left was to stagger to her feet and head back towards the camp she'd established with Felix earlier that day, in a pleasantly shady gap in the crags. It wasn't far, fortunately, and once she was there she had the leisure to apply a variety of healing salves, tinctures and potions to her aching body. Her ass in particular required abundant attention - and while she was able to quickly put an end to the bleeding and firm up the loosened muscles, the rough treatment had indeed left a permanent mark.

Well, it wasn't as if it was the first time. Her body had been enduring a variety of rough treatment for over a decade by now, and it showed. She didn't mind - much like a veteran hunter might consider his various scars badges of honor, souvenirs of glorious battles, she thought the same of the marks that her perverted exploits had left on her body. Early exploits in stretching, rough experiments in BDSM... they'd all left their marks, though most were conveniently concealable underneath her armor.

There were permanent white lines across her buttocks - scars from a whipping that had left her bloody. A patch of lighter tissue could be seen at the bottom of her pussy when it gaped sufficiently, where her skin had been torn by a large, inhuman cock, and subsequently healed - representing the first time she'd hit the physiological limits of her body, and been reminded that her pharmacological exploits could soften those limits, but not remove them. Her asshole, meanwhile, hadn't resembled a neat little brown star in a long time. Frequent, rough use starting when she'd first been introduced to anal sex by an older boyfriend at age 10 had left her with a thick, swollen sphincter, sporting three separate patches of rough scar-tissue where it had been torn in the past. Around it was a large patch of wrinkly, noticeably-discolored, flexible skin, and only the general thickness of her buttocks prevented her ass-crack from disappearing entirely when it hit her asshole.

The rough ridges lining the bottom of the Barroth's cock had torn at the already-damaged tissue between her pussy and ass (courtesy of the Tobi-Kadachi's electric orgasms), and had abraded the tissue there significantly. It would heal - and quickly, thanks to the potent healing salve she'd applied there - but the area would be permanently discolored and desensitized, likely making it quite noticeable whenever her ass gaped suitably wide. (A rather frequent occurrence, needless to say.) The taut conditions of her sphincter that his sheer girth had ensured, combined with the bumpy texture of the rest of his shaft, had also left the sphincter itself a bit rougher and a bit more swollen, though that wasn't so visible.

Regardless, despite the session with the Barroth taking up 'only' an hour and a half, she'd been left both battered and satisfied in its wake, and decided to spend the rest of the day recuperating and considering whether to pursue some other prey in the Wildspire Wastes, or move on after just a single good fuck. Interrupted, occasionally, by Felix's sexual demands, of course - but as tended to be the case, the Felyne seemed aware that she'd been through a rough time, and went easy on her. Sometimes, she wondered if he really was just a ruthless sadist who simply took good care of his 'toys' with an eye towards long-term usability, or if he held some genuine affection for her.

The next day, having made up her mind to look for at least one more memorable lay in this barren wasteland, she set out for the rocky lands on the south side of the river, where herds of Apceros gathered in the shady areas when they weren't feeding on tough cacti and rough desert grasses. The large, shell-backed herbivores seemed to be her best remaining prospects for the area - though frankly, she feared that after the epic pounding the Barroth had dealt her, even a full-on Apceros Gangbang would wind up being somewhat anticlimactic. But, she was already HERE, and she didn't want to wind up regretting not having tried it later, after she'd left. She'd just have to try and make up for what they might lack in staying-power with sheer numbers...

To that end, she spent several hours scouting the region, pinpointing the largest Apceros herd in the area. It consisted of nearly 50 individuals, and while a number of them were calves, many of the remainder were young, virile males. She hadn't realized it until she put some real effort into studying them, but the Apceros didn't have a 50-50 gender-balance, nor an abundance of females as would normally be the case with most animals. Rather, they seemed to depend on having a large number of hard-shelled males with long, pointy tail-spikes around to help create a solid wall between the many large predators who preyed on them, and the pregnant females, eggs, and calves that were their future.

Feeling somewhat more optimistic by now, she made sure no such predators were nearby and ready to swoop down to ruin the party, then approached the herd from atop the cliff-overhang that served to protect their main nesting-site from the beating sun, carrying a satchel full of wide-range smoke-bombs - each laced with a generous dose of her home-made aphrodisiac. The Apceros were generally peaceful unless provoked, but approaching their nesting-site probably counted as provocation - so no sense taking chances. From her clifftop perch, she sent handful after handful of smoke-grenades raining down on the herd below, covering the area in pink mist and making the skittish creatures bray and throw their heads around in confusion.

Using the grapnel built into her Slinger, she swung down around the cliff and into the shady nesting-area - she'd be at this for a while, she figured, and there was no sense courting a sunburn in the process. She'd already made the basic preparations - once again applying the loosening salve on both pussy and ass, lubing up her battered rear hole carefully in the process. As the smoke began to clear and the dozens of Apceros started to calm down, their dull eyes suddenly glimmering with desire, she noticed that a couple of the aphrodisiac charges she'd dropped had failed to go off - duds. Clearly, she needed to be more careful with her quality-control - in this case, it didn't matter, but if she'd used those against some large, deadly predator, it could've been the end of her!

After wincing slightly at that thought, she quickly shrugged it off and assumed the position. The Apceros, despite their size, were built pretty close to the ground, so there was no need to do anything more elaborate than simply getting on her hands and knees, flipping up her skirt to reveal her already-gaping, well-lubricated holes, and wait. Everywhere around her, male Apceros were pairing up with their suddenly-pliable female counterparts, but there wasn't anywhere near enough females to go around, and so she soon drew the attention of a desperately horny young male, despite neither looking nor smelling like an Apceros.

Braying lustily, he stomped over to her, his cock already fully unsheathed and rock-hard, dangling heavily between his short, sturdy hind-legs. It batted against her rear like a club as he mounted her, and she quickly directed it towards her waiting pussy, where her labia easily stretched around its wide tip. She moaned slightly as it slammed home, penetrating her fully in a single powerful thrust. It was long - longer than the Barroth had been, longer than the Tobi-Kadachi and the Great Jagras... long enough to fill her completely, nudging her cervix as it pushed its way into the cul-de-sac at the very back of her pussy. Based on the roughness she could feel against her labia, most of that tremendous rod probably wasn't actually meant to be used - mounting such hefty, thick-shelled females would require a fair bit of reach in order to even find their vaginal opening. Of course, her far smaller stature meant that she could benefit from the _full_length, and the stimulating texture that covered more than half its length was the cherry on top.

It was thick, too. Wrist-thick, and this was a young male, one of the smaller specimens. Based on that, she suspected that the fully-grown males would equal the Barroth in terms of girth. It really seemed like a thick, heavy club had been unceremoniously shoved up her pussy, where it was now battering against the sensitive tissue like it was trying to break through to her stomach beyond. It was as big as anything she'd ever taken up her highly-experienced holes. She panted eagerly, orgasm fast approaching as the potent thrusts shook her body...

Then the Apceros brayed again, body shuddering and freezing as he came, filling her overstretched pussy with a respectable load of thick, slimy cum. Snorting and shaking his head, he immediately backed up, pulling his thick cock out of her suddenly-empty pussy. It remained hard - he was still overwhelmingly horny, thanks to the hefty dose of aphrodisiac he had breathed - but even that potent mixture couldn't override his ingrained survival-instincts: Having sex was dangerous, it left you vulnerable during the process, so get it over with as quickly as possible and break contact as soon as you can!

Well, at least she now smelled like Apceros-sex, which quickly drew the attention of another unattached male, who quickly stomped over to take her departed lover's place. Even bigger than the last, if only slightly, he made her pant and moan in record time - and a good thing too, for she only just barely managed to get off before he reached his own orgasm after a mere handful of thrusts. Sadly, it seemed like sheer size really was all the Apceros had going for them in the sexual arena. Their staying-power was even worse than she'd feared, and the shape and texture of their cocks were... rather boring. They really were just arm-sized lumps of meat with slightly-rounded heads, and even the rougher base was just basic, scaly hide rather than having any kind of interesting bumps or ridges.

Still, they had numbers on their side, as planned. With the thick stench of Apceros-cum surrounding her like an invisible cloud, she drew a steady flow of lovers, and they were tractable enough that she could freely steer them into whichever hole she preferred, allowing her to vary regularly between vaginal and anal penetration. Most of them went to her ass - it was still sore after the previous day's ordeal, adding a bit of masochistic spice to the otherwise-bland proceedings. Besides, it was all too rare for her to encounter dicks big enough to take full advantage of all the work she'd put into straightening her rectum.

It had taken weeks of hard work and lots of exotic salves and potions to accomplish it - relaxing muscles, stretching sinew, carefully rearranging the messy pile of biological tubes that made up most of her digestive-system. But she'd managed to do it - straightening the first 'bend' at the bottom of her rectum, increasing the maximum penetrable depth of her ass twofold. It meant that she could take a man's fist, wrist, and entire forearm up to the elbow - as she indeed had, on a number of occasions - leaving a visible bulge on her otherwise-flat stomach. (Of course, there still was a 'corner' in there - it was just significantly deeper and noticeably sharper than it otherwise would've been.) Every few months, she spent a week or so with an arm-sized dildo of polished monster-bone lodged all the way inside her ass, 24 hours a day - removing it only to crap - in order to maintain the modification and prevent her body from gradually pulling her intestines back into shape. Considering all that work, it really was depressing how rarely the critters she encountered had the length to actually take advantage of it.

Well, these critters did, and so she once again got her ass thoroughly reamed, albeit in relatively short shifts. It usually took a 'train' of two or three Apceros to get her off, which struck her as rather backwards - she was used to being well ahead of her partners in terms of orgasms! Still, it certainly was a unique experience, and there was no shortage of horny Apceros males eager to take a run at her ever-available holes. After obeying their instincts and dismounting immediately after reaching their climax, they'd mill around in confusion for a half-minute or so, wet cock swinging between their hind-legs - and then line up for another go.

The aphrodisiac was calculated to last for several hours, and the sturdy Apceros didn't seem likely to run out of stamina before then. If it had simply ended like that - four-to-five hours of being pounded by huge, thick cocks, albeit in short bursts - she would have walked away calling it a worthwhile if unspectacular experience. However, things didn't work out quite like that. Around two hours in, she was starting to feel a bit bored despite the slight variance in length and girth presented by each of the 30-odd male Apceros who were assaulting her holes in rotation...

Indeed, she was drawing most of her pleasure from the feeling of fullness by now - their loads weren't THAT spectacular, individually speaking, but their rapid pace DID mean that she'd been filled up with a large number of them. Her intestines were thoroughly packed, with each successive load pushing the previous ones deeper inside her, like a warm, slimy snake making its way up her small intestine towards her stomach. Her overstuffed cunt, meanwhile, spurted healthy amounts of the thick, white goo every time another Apceros penetrated her. The sounds and sensations this generated were unfamiliar - and to her, that spelled 'arousing'.

That was when the proceedings were interrupted by a comical-sounding squawk. Bleary-eyed, she tried to look around the thick legs of the Apceros currently mounting her, and got a somewhat-limited view of what was happening. She'd scouted around for any of the large, dangerous predators that usually preyed on the Apceros - such as Rathians - before starting, but she hadn't thought to check for smaller monsters that might have an interest in the Apceros' eggs. Based on the spindly, taloned legs she could see, just such a one had invaded the nest, its scent breaking through the Apceros' drug-induced heat and making them thrash their tails warningly.

It was a Kulu-Ya-Ku, of course. Those silly-looking bird-wyverns, with their colorful crests and their feathered arms, that she'd first spotted in the Ancient Woods. She'd encountered many similar critters back in the Old World, too, but never one that looked so... ridiculous. But now, here it was, marching obliviously into her carefully-planned gangbang and distracting her lovers as it blithely searched around for tasty eggs. The one currently mounting her was too caught up in his pleasures to pay much attention - but once he was done, a couple of strokes later, he was not immediately replaced. The Apceros were busy forming a heavily-armored wall between the intruder and their precious eggs, those protective instincts overriding even her aphrodisiac.

She glared at the birdlike monster over her shoulder, increasingly annoyed at the intrusion. Worse, it didn't seem like it's be a brief one - rather, it was something of a standoff. While the Kulu-Ya-Ku was similar in size to the Apceros, it was built along far sleeker lines, and possessed both great agility and sharp talons - not to mention a powerful beak. Indeed, she was well aware that despite its ridiculous appearance, the Kulu-Ya-Ku was a real threat to inexperienced hunters - not that she was feeling particularly threatened, considering their habit of ignoring any hunter who wasn't directly attacking them as they went about their egg-stealing business. Either way, the bulky Apceros would be hard-pressed to nail the feathered intruder with their hefty, spiked tails, while on the other hand the Kulu-Ya-Ku would find it difficult to get past - or over - the hard-shelled wall that had formed in front of the eggs it desired.

Then, an unexpected tie-breaker appeared as the Kulu-Ya-Ku spotted something vaguely egg-like on the ground that WASN'T currently protected by a herd of heavily-armored herbivores: One of the unexploded smoke-bombs she'd dropped earlier. She briefly found herself hoping that it would just pick the thing up and run on home, on the assumption that it was a small, hard egg of some kind - while also contemplating pushing herself up from her exposed position and getting out her weapon for once, just to try and chase the interloper away.

The Kulu-Ya-Ku, however, wasn't entirely convinced that what it had found was an actual egg, and experimentally poked at it with its beak... providing a firm reminder of why any failed explosive should be approached with enormous caution, and indeed preferably force-detonated with a Heavy Bowgun from a safe distance. Whatever had been wrong with the smoke-grenade, it had clearly been minor, and probably concerned the fuse - the poke was enough to make it hiss threateningly, and even as the Kulu-Ya-Ku reared back in confusion, it went off... scattering a fresh cloud of aphrodisiac-laced pink smoke.

She couldn't help but laugh at the decidedly chicken-like squawk the odd critter made as it stumbled back out of the cloud... but at the same time, she wondered if things had just gotten better or worse. Well, if the Kulu-Ya-Ku was male, it might forget about the eggs and run off in search of a female, now, leaving the Apceros free to resume the gangbang. If it was female, on the other hand, it might just settle down here, its instincts dulled for now, which would continue to confuse and distract the Apceros... though, on the third hand, that might also make it pretty easy to chase off.

As it turned out, it was a male... but he didn't dash off in search of a mate as the drug-induced desires overrode most of his instincts. Instead, a more focused, aggressive look appeared in his normally-vague eyes, and he began to stalk towards her. Despite the fact that she smelled like an Apceros cum-dump - which was what she was, at the moment - and was making no particular attempt to attract his attention, he seemed to have decided that her size and coloration alone meant that she was a viable mate. Groaning in annoyance, she started clambering to her feet and reaching for her weapon, intent on chasing the intruding critter away or, if necessary, killing it - but suddenly, he surged forwards in a surprisingly elegant leap, hitting her in the back and sending her stumbling back to her knees.

Before she could recover her equilibrium, a pair of remarkably-dexterous clawed hands had closed firmly around her shoulders, pushing her forwards and down, while something hot and hard poked at her rear. A surprised thrill coursed through her. There was something here, something unfamiliar yet heard-of... she was being forced down, taken unwilling... this was rape! She'd never tried that_before - not that a few men hadn't _tried, mind. Back when she'd spent a few years slutting it up with humans, wyverians and troverians in her home city, there'd been a couple of attempts, indeed - rough, dirty men approaching her with coarse 'suggestions'. But inevitably, they'd lost a lot of steam when she fired back with some even more lurid suggestions of her own, and several had crept away muttering about 'traps' - while others had stuck around for somewhat-perplexed but clearly consensual back-alley sex.

She'd never rejected any man who propositioned her for sex, no matter how ugly, dirty or mean - if anything, any of those traits simply added to the thrill, by providing a sense of humiliation and denigration to the proceedings. This inherently made it difficult for anyone to actually rape her, no matter their personal intentions. But this was different - this bird-wyvern wasn't ugly, it was just silly. Laughable! The exact opposite of arousing, to her. Which, paradoxically, meant that it was capable of doing what none other_could_ do, and actually rape her. "Get... off me, you clownish... thing..." she experimentally muttered, pushing back against the grip on her shoulders, and getting forced harder into the dirt for her troubles.

Meanwhile, he'd found his mark - with both of her holes gaping and oozing Apceros-cum, he didn't need much guidance. Her pussy ejected a fresh spurt of the thick goo as the new challenger forced its way inside, and she gasped in surprise as she finally got a feel for what her 'rapist' was packing. Unlike the Apceros who had come before, it was anything but boring. Long and gently tapered, it felt more like a tentacle than a cock, with only the vague impression of a smooth, elongated 'head' at the tip. Rows of stimulating bumps lined the shaft lengthwise on four sides, dividing it into quarters - muscle-nodes, she concluded as the tentacle-like cock began to shift and move inside her. It seemed to be at least partially prehensile.

Despite her pussy being as loose as could be after being reamed out by all those thick Apceros-cocks and filled to overflowing with sticky, slimy cum besides, the Kulu-Ya-Ku's strange cock was generating significant pleasure as it poked around inside her. It wasn't as thick as those that had come before, but the far more interesting texture afforded by the four lines of hard muscle-nodes made a huge difference, and the way it moved made more. As the first orgasm washed over her, she vaguely realized that it was making corkscrew-like motions inside her, effectively transporting the gallon or so of thick Apceros-cum her cunt contained out past her labia to ooze noisily to the dusty ground beneath. In the process, it was scraping its hard ridges across the entire internal surface area of her pussy, hitting every sensitive spot repeatedly.

The first orgasm became the second almost without pause as the Kulu-Ya-Ku continued to efficiently empty her out. Every now and then, between the peaks of pleasure, she'd make a half-hearted attempt to push off her far heavier assailant, or make some complaint to the dumb beast, just to make it clear that she wasn't consenting to any of this, stars no... she'd been overpowered by an undesirable suitor, who was now ruthlessly having his way with her! The fact that he'd turned out to possess one of the most intriguing cocks she'd ever run across and was currently giving her orgasm after orgasm, was entirely beside the point.

Then, having apparently been cleaned out to her rapist's satisfaction, she felt the movements inside of her shift. Instead of spinning around, the ridged cock was now pumping in and out in short, sharp movements, while the thin, smooth tip poked here and there inside her, seemingly searching for something. The poking and thrusting continued pleasingly for roughly ten minutes (and roughly three orgasms), before he finally found what he was looking for - no doubt in a wildly different spot than it would've been on a female Kulu-Ya-Ku. That thing was, of course, her womb - or, more specifically, her cervix.

When she applied the loosening-salve to her pussy, she did it as deeply as she could - usually involving having her whole hand buried in there, slick with the greasy substance. That, of course, included brushing it across her cervix. She'd experimented with cervixal penetration and stretching before in the past, but it had never really panned out - simply didn't seem like there'd be a worthwhile payout. The womb wasn't an extension of the vaginal channel, as some ignorants tended to assume - rather, it was perpendicular to it, specifically to prevent the cervix from being bruised by intruding meat-logs. So even if she managed to stretch the tight door to her womb wide open, any cock long enough to reach so deeply would still just forge right past it instead of poking inside.

Well, except THIS cock, clearly. Being prehensile with a particularly flexible tip clearly helped a lot. She gaped as an unfamiliar pressure built inside her, the artifically-loosened muscles of her cervix still managing to put up a dogged resistance against such a thick intruder. Dogged, but ultimately futile. The smooth, tapered tip of the Bird-Wyvern's cock literally drilled into it, twisting and pushing, until the tight opening was finally forced open - with only the potent muscle-relaxants of the salve preventing it from tearing in the process. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the cockhead invade her womb, followed by the several of the main shaft's ridges rippling through the tautly-stretched opening, affording it a solid grip.

Then, with his groin mashed up against hers and his cockhead completely filling her freshly-stretched cervix, he began to cum - and it immediately became clear why his kind had evolved a cock so well-suited for scooping gallons of cum out of a well-stretched hole. Thick and slimy, it poured into her, filling her womb with no way of escape - stretching it out, making her stomach bulge beneath her. It was far different from what the Barroth had done - the pressure was of another order. There was no backflow, no way for even a drop of it to escape as long as the Kulu-Ya-Ku's cockhead acted as a cork in her cervix.

With the Barroth, her womb had ballooned out under moderate pressure thanks to the loosening salve seeping into it from her pussy. Now, it was expanding steadily under far greater pressures, likely saved from rupturing by that very same seepage. Groaning, she felt her stomach-skin protest at the strain, and with shaky fingers she managed to pull up the flexible armor covering her midsection to let it expand more freely. Then she reached into her belt for the salve - she was never without it. Desperately balancing herself with one aching arm - with a fair bit of the Kulu-Ya-Ku's weight resting on her shoulders - she sloppily applied the salve to her abdomen, massaging it into her suddenly-taut stomach-skin. The effects were swift - her skin could now stretch to accommodate her suddenly-enlarged womb, and at the same time, more of the salve's active ingredients seeped inwards to further bolster the ballooning organ.

With the necessities thus taken care of, she was free to lean on both arms again, while enjoying this new and unfamiliar pain and violation. Neither the Kulu-Ya-Ku nor his prehensile cock were moving anymore - just pumping more and more cum into her - but that alone was enough to get her off, repeatedly. (It was mainly the sheer newness of the situation, though. In the end, before everything else, she was a neophile.) When the flow finally stopped, there was a very respectable bump on her belly, reminiscent of a pregnancy several months advanced.

For a while after that, the Kulu-Ya-Ku simply rested on top of her, unmoving except his head, which he moved around in confusion every couple of seconds. Like many monsters, the contradiction of having reached his orgasm and yet still feeling overwhelmingly horny was clearly getting to him. In the end, like with most of them, the horniness won out and he started again... which in this case meant twisting his flexible cock around her now mostly-empty pussy, blissfully unaware that the only available cum was still held safely inside her stoppered womb. His cockhead remained where it was, too, generating all-new sensations as the motions of his twisting cock were transferred to it, pulling her cervix around in circles while the head itself turned within it - scraping the ridges near the tip across the cervix itself.

Every orgasmic shudder that this sensation generated made her cum-filled womb jiggle and sway, generating further pleasurable sensations - a self-reinforcing system that sent her careening down a slope of non-stop, brain-twisting orgasms. She was too caught up in the pleasure, too delighted by this new experience, to consider where it was going. But of course, he eventually decided that he had cleaned out her already-emptied orifice suitably - and after ascertaining that, surprisingly, he already had his cockhead nestled in a tight cervixical opening, he began to pump a fresh load into her already-overstuffed womb. Less voluminous than the first, as tended to be the case, but still plentiful enough to add more painful stress to her inflated uterus. And even then, he wasn't done... with the aphrodisiac still coursing through his veins, his dim mind was caught in a recursive cycle limited only by his stamina.

On one hand, his spindly body had far less endurance than most of her prior lovers, certainly including the solidly-built Apceros. On the other hand, the Kulu-Ya-Ku's odd mode of mating was far less demanding in terms of energy-use than anything involving full-body thrusting. He wouldn't soon tire himself out. But fortunately for the integrity of Miki's womb, there was a third factor at work - namely that all the work was being done by the relatively minor muscle-nodes lining his subtle cock. After three cycles, those muscles were seizing up, forcing him to abandon his attempt to start a fourth 'spin-cycle'.

Squawking in pain and annoyance, he leaned heavily on Miki's shoulders, talons digging into her armor. His animalistic mind was at an impasse - his instincts were screaming at him to mate, to plant his seed, but the most important part of his body was failing him. With his instincts thus running in circles, he simply stood there, unable to go back or move forwards. And in the meantime, Miki groaned underneath him, stomach painfully distended, by now looking like she was well into her second trimester. Even with the near-miraculous potency of the loosening-salve, she was close to her limit - sure, her womb was designed to expand that much, and even beyond that, but over the course of months - not half an hour.

The pain was intense - it filled her abdomen, radiating from not just the dangerously overfilled womb, but also her stretched-out stomach-skin and the surrounding tissue and intestines which had been compressed or pushed aside by the expansion. With the Kulu-Ya-Ku (and his cock) no longer moving, there was no sexual stimulation to distract from the pain - and he was still holding her down, still overpowering her and forcing her to endure the torment. She could barely remember the last time her masochistic side had been so heavily engaged - she was virtually writhing in dark pleasure, the pain and humiliation as delicious to her as any sexual ecstasy.

Five minutes later, both got an additional turn, as a more basic instinct of the Kulu-Ya-Ku kicked in. He'd been standing there for a while by then, and since he wasn't actively having sex at the moment - much as he wanted to - other needs interjected. The main surprise was, perhaps, that his abdominal muscles were strong enough to squeeze out the contents of his bladder despite the high-pressure environment that surrounded his cockhead. But out it came, spraying into the milky-white liquid that already filled her womb. She knew instinctively what had happened as soon as she felt it... the slight pulsing of the cock still caught in the loving embrace of her pussy, the further intensification of the agony radiating out from her overstretched womb... she knew that her womb had been turned into an animal's toilet, and she came harder than she had in years.

She was stuck like that for nearly an hour, before the aphrodisiac had finally worn off enough for the Kulu-Ya-Ku to consider a strategic retreat. Nearly an hour of shuddering her way through agonized mini-orgasms every ten minutes or so, while the prehensile cock inside her occasionally did a few half-hearted spins, teasing her with the specter of pleasure. They were just the monster's repeated, instinctive attempts to start another round, only to once again be reminded that his cock-muscles weren't up for the task, but it felt more like she was being deliberately tortured.

But eventually, with his unnatural desires waning, the Kulu-Ya-Ku figured out that he wouldn't be getting anywhere like this and decided to pull out. Of course, this was easier said than done - his cockhead had been lodged inside her cervix for a while by then, and the surrounding muscles had swollen and hardened from the rough stimulation - which, of course, was part of the reason why he'd managed to maintain an effectively watertight seal for so long. Now that he was finally trying to tug loose that cork, it put up a lot of resistance.

Miki groaned and shuddered, breathing rapidly through her nose, as she felt her cum-inflated womb shift and shake inside her, even as her sore and swollen cervix loudly protested its rough treatment. The silly-looking bird-wyvern had strong legs and powerful hips, though - built for running and jumping - and he would not be denied. Normally, such powerful force would have simply pulled her womb along, prolapsing her pussy and leaving her uterus hanging halfway outside - but fortunately, its currently inflated size meant that it was solidly nestled, unable to follow the retreating monster-cock back. And so, finally, the ridged cockhead tore itself loose from the tight clutches of her cervix, retreating rapidly out her pleasure-starved pussy - pursued, of course, by a high-pressure jet of cum, stained vaguely orange by a mixture of piss and blood.

The fluid rushing through her long-teased cunt got her off twice before the flood diminished to a slow dripple, her womb mostly emptied and back to its normal size. Gazing back between her legs, struggling to focus her eyes, she saw the size of the pool that had formed between her feet, and marveled at the fact that she'd managed to contain so much liquid at one time. (Though, to be fair, the groundwork of that pool had probably been laid by the Apceros earlier.) She could also see the retreating Kulu-Ya-Ku, who had apparently forgotten that he originally came to this nesting-area in search of tasty eggs - right now, he seemed more concerned with returning to his own nest in order to nurse his no-doubt sore cock.

Miki, meanwhile, was mentally and physically exhausted, and in need of some nursing of her own. She was more than tempted to just collapse where she was, to rest for a spell, but with the sensations radiating from her pussy and womb finally diminishing to a manageable level, she could reason and think once more - and her reasoning told her it was time to leave. If the Kulu-Ya-Ku had managed to get his desires under control, the aphrodisiac would have to be mostly gone from the Apceros' systems too - so far, they were just milling about, clearly relieved that the familiar threat of the egg-stealer was gone, but soon they'd recognize that she, too, was an interloper.

So she staggered to her feet, downed an energizing drink, and left as quickly as she could manage - leaving a trail of stained cum from her still-dripping cunt as she went. Felix had established a camp nearby while she was scoping out the Apceros-herds, and she hastily retreated there to take stock of her body once more. Once she had the leisure to remove her armor and inspect her genitals properly, she found that the unplanned session with the Kulu-Ya-Ku hadn't just been even more memorable than the Barroth's pounding, it had also left her with even more marks - long-term, if not truly permanent.

Nasty, dark-red stretch-marks covered her stomach-skin, despite the best her flexibility-inducing salve had managed to do - it really looked like she was recovering from a recent pregnancy. And while her pussy outward looked fine, a mirror and a speculum revealed that, unsurprisingly, her womb hadn't escaped quite so cleanly. Her cervix was gaping and bleeding - the later soon corrected with some carefully-applied healing-salve at the end of a cotton-stick - and it seemed like her womb had been somewhat pulled out of alignment by the Kulu-Ya-Ku's final, violent retreat. It was now more-or-less a straight extension of her pussy, placing it in danger of bruising if any suitably long cocks found their way inside.

Well, she knew just what to do about that, especially after the mind-blowing experience she'd just gone through. It wasn't gaping very widely right now - maybe a finger's width - but that much was quite noticeable by itself seeing as the loosening salve had to have been entirely neutralized by now. Presumably, it had mostly worn off while the Kulu-Ya-Ku's cock was still lodged inside, which had left the suddenly-tightened muscles with no choice but to adapt to the intrusion. A fresh application of the salve saw it swiftly loosening again, and a quick dig around her toy-box revealed an old, caved bone plug that she'd used years ago as part of her urethra-training.

With her womb realigned, her old idea about stretching open her cervix and turning her womb into a fuckable extension of her pussy was back on. And the plug - long, smooth and straight, but with a thick bulb at the tip - was the perfect start. Despite the salve, her cervix resisted as she pushed the rounded tip of the plug into it, sending shocks of delicious pain from the barely-healing scratches the Kulu-Ya-Ku had left on it - but with a bit of force, it relented, letting her embed the tip within her womb. She could feel the thickness of the main shaft as it filled the small opening - a familiar sensation, by now. It would grow far sharper once the salve wore off once more.

It would take weeks if not months of incremental size-changes and wearing such plugs semi-permanently to reach the point where a penis of moderate girth might gain entrance into her womb, and it'd probably never be possible for the really thick ones - though even early on, a suitably pointy cockhead might lodge itself in the cervix itself, much like the Kulu-Ya-Ku's. And even once she reached the desired level of stretching, she'd have to wear the plug at regular intervals in order to maintain it, in much the same way she maintained her straightened-out colon. Still, it'd be well worth it to add another perverse sexual act to her already-broad repertoire, and not only would the plug not get in the way of anal or urethral sex, the constant sensation of internal stretching would actually add an additional spice to any such act - as Felix helped her illustrate that same evening as he fucked her peehole bloody, filling her bladder with several cum-loads. It really seemed like he was particularly driven to remind her of his sadistic potential right after she'd had a noticeably torturous session with a monster...

Regardless, the next day it was time to pack up and move on - the Wildspire Wastes had exceeded her (admittedly low) expectations by a significant margin, and her pussy was already drooling with expectation as she wondered what she might find at her next target - the Coral Highlands!

_ To Be Continued... _