Quickie Goes Long
#149 of Patreon Reward Vignettes
Fifth Vignette for Razz! Again returning to their horsecock ovipositor alien ringtail Kassidy
and my thotty, thotty ass
Contains: Semi-public setting, Fetish Hankie Flagging, Casual No Names Sex, Unusually Colored Genitals, Rough but not Painful Rutting, Abdominal Bulges, Hilting, Alien Anatomy, Oviposition, Time Jumps, Eggflation, Multiple Orgasms and Teasing About How Long It'll Take
Skunk likes her cunny stuffed, what??
Kassidy is FA: Razz
Trissie is my thotty, thotty ass
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Kassidy looked around the bar. When he was in this kind of mood, there was only one place he was sure he could relieve himself. It was a kink bar downtown, on premises section in the back. Pretty much everyone was flagging something on their arm or hip. The ringtail had been here enough times to have learned what the different flags meant in this particular subculture.
Then, there near the bar itself, sipping a colorful drink. A skunk with ample southern curves to support a monster of a tail. Tight jeans hugged round cheeks and a series of four colored handkerchiefs peeked out of the pocket on the right side.
He decoded quickly. Heavily Endowed, Cockwarming, Cumflation, Vaginal Fingering. All on the Receiving side.
Kassidy trembled and started towards the bar, his jeans straining.
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Trissie pressed both of her hands against the wall, boots firmly planted on top of a wooden shipping crate for height, and jutted her hips back and towards the handsome stranger. She loved this bar. She could be as wanton as she wanted with no fear. Just to get in you had to pass negative on an STI test and it wasn't as if she hadn't had her spate of flirtations with breeding as a fetish...
The skunkette flagged her tail up and to the left, giving the ringtail a view of the zipper pull beneath the base. Her jeans were made for this kind of encounter, having a flap-protected fly all the way between her thighs to the front just for this purpose.
He grasped the pull and smoothly unzipped the denim, causing a rush of the cooler air in the back halls of the club to brush against her exposed black pucker, followed by a chill along her white-fleshed folds. "Which hole, cutie?" He practically purred.
Trissie curled her toes inside her boots and pushed her heels off the floor to present just that bit better. "White." She panted.
"So we'll match." The ringtail chuckled as she heard his own fly get pulled down.
The skunkette peeked over her shoulder and back.
His cock was already out, swelling past half-hardness and fighting the pull of gravity with its girth. It was a horsecock like he'd said, and the flesh was alabaster-white.
She bit her lip and she could feel her folds flex and gape with need.
The ringtail stroked along his shaft and pressed it down towards her hips. "Leaking already? Lemme plug that up for you..." He pressed the blunt head of his equine erection to her slickened petals. After a short beat of grinding in place, he pressed inward.
Trissie turned her head back towards the wall, feeling the wonderful stretch of a girthy dick pushing at her inner walls. She pressed her forehead to the sheetrock, a moan escaping her as she felt the head fully cross into her canal.
He paused for a second, placing his own arm on the wall beside one of her hands. The other draped over her shoulder. Then, the ringtail pushed off from his boots' grip on the floor with powerful hips and rammed in a few inches deeper.
A squeak escaped the skunk's throat as she was forced to tilt her head to one side because of how her snout tried to point up.
Her partner for the evening pulled back wetly, not quite as far as he had started from, before repeating the powerful thrust. A roll of his hips away dragging back maybe two inches at most, then a rut forward burying no less than three. Buck by Buck he was driving all of that girth into her.
Trissie couldn't express her joy at how well he was stretching her, wordless squeaks and moans escaping her each time he slammed forward.
Then, she felt a strain above her navel. Her eyes widened as he hilted, hips-to-rump. Very few cocks got her stretched that deep. She removed one hand from the wall, feeling the spot... there was his flare, distorting her flesh. She swore under her breath, folds trembling.
Then, the base of his shaft began to swell.
"D-do you have a knot too...?" Trissie panted heavily.
Trilling in a voice that didn't sound quite so natural as when he had been chatting her up, the ringtail got close to her ear. "I'm laying." The swell inside her folds tapered back down, then started to swell again as the first lump traveled further up her passage.
Her eyes widened. Eggs. Fuck. Trissie whimpered, claws digging into the paint on the wall a bit as her folds squeezed wantonly. Fuck that's good... She'd have just as much fun letting them out later, she was sure.
The tip of his shaft flared inside her, but not in the way she was accustomed to horsecocks flaring. It spread in three directions primarily. But she couldn't focus on that. An egg was pressed directly into her uterus. And another. And another. There was no sign of stopping the lumps emerging from his groin to be deposited into her. She could feel her womb starting to stretch and gasped.
Her climax just helped pull the eggs from his body to rest inside her own.
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Kassidy exhaled powerfully. He had lost track of the number of eggs he had put out into the needy skunk. He could estimate from the way her belly had swelled to fill the space between her waist and the wall, a bit like guessing the number of jelly beans in a jar at the fair.
He hadn't lost count of her orgasms though. She was trembling to the end of her fifteenth.
His body continued to pump egg after egg, the euphoric release of laying a fairly steady buzz on top of the surges of pleasure he got each time her vulva started milking during a climax.
"H-How long do you usually lay when you..." She paused mid-thought, panting heavily. "When you're in this mood...?"
Kassidy smirked, leaning in close to her ear. "Oh, no longer than a week." His smile spread into an open grin as he felt her petals clamp down and heard her now familiar trembling gasps. Sixteen.