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The Heat of the Moment

Astonishingly enough, Naked Penny was naked. She was so naked, that if there was an award for being that way for the longest period of time, she would win, because she made the contest herself. She was so naked, it was almost blinding–keyword “almost," because everybody always stared at her. Constantly, through every street corner, movie theater, mall, parking lot, garage and Satanic bonfire cult imaginable. The men would point and yell jokes so predictable they don't need to be written down, and the women would be quietly envious, before also teasing her, and the magic collar cared about none of these things. It existed to immediately dissolve any clothing she wore and fluster all law enforcement into letting this one slide, over and over again. No key? No escape. There was no doubt to anyone: this was the pinnacle of humiliation. And that made her horny as fuck.

It was on casual days when her fantasies became reality. She'd spent a long day in the middle of a crowded mall on a Friday night with a hot pretzel in one paw and a bag full of clothes she'd never wear in another, hips swaying, butt bouncing every step. It was all for the rush. The rush that came every thirteen steps when a new crowd would gaze at every inch of her nakedness. Their reactions: confused, mostly impressed; it was an instant connection. Dreams in her head did the rest. Tonight, as with every Friday night, they'd built up with her heat, and she indulged them with the lights out, back-first on her bed, arched backwards in a half-pipe as the vibrator raged between her legs. Her caramel latte fur looked, smelled and felt the part—soaked and ready for a lover to lose their mind between her legs.

“Come on, you stupid thing!" she yelled at the vibrator massaging her clit. “I haven't even hit my eighteenth orgasm!"

That valley girl cry could've rang all throughout Witches' Butte, but if she wanted their attention, she'd strut outside any day of the week and flick her tail around. Mostly at Tammy, her best friend. Through college, she constantly daydreamed of her coy, spotted face between her legs night after night; those strawberry shortcake lips against her vulva. It was midnight, so that wasn't in the cards. The house alarm was on, so her moans were loud, aggressive, mildly sepulchral, her thighs shaking and speckled with her juices like a windshield on a rainy day. She found herself rolling off the bed, thrusting, air-humping and fingering, but nothing would satiate her, even with the vibrator's evil thrum peaking.

“UGH!" she cried, throwing it. “If only Tammy was here! She'd know how to satisfy me for good!" Which wasn't even true. They were best friends, but they had never shared each other like that. “I wish I had a portal to her house! Stupid space-time continnuum. Where's my Diabolical Vibrator?"

She reached for her nightstand drawer and pulled out a glowing green wand shaped like a marching drumstick, smelling of spinach, dragon's teeth and uranium-235. Naturally, she put it between her legs. She brought it deeper, massaging her clit. In seconds, her juices flew and smacked against her oval mirror, even though she wasn't a squirter. A moment of respite filled her lungs. Then, frustration.

A crickle-crackle from the dark. She found her pussy drops on the mirror had turned green and glowing. “SNAP!" “POP!", “SHOOOOOM" they went, descending into the mirror tunnel of warped reflections, a spiral of her shocked expression before it all went dark; borders of green flames flashing outward, and with it, the comforter slid its direction. Penny's claws extended instinctively. Her hair snaked towards it. A bottle of perfume rattled on the nightstand.

“Oh no."

The mirror-portal inhaled like a backwards volcanic eruption, her legs stumbling, flexing, then losing grip; her screams felt like the end of a tunnel as she tumbled down into the aether, legs still spread, the heat all around her collapsing, sweat and pussy juice boiling against her body as she closed her eyes, and–!

A headache found her on the rocky floor. Stalagmites and tites boasted like the mouth of a demon. Tongues of flames circled beyond them. Somehow, it wasn't as hot as her passion. In a river of lava floated a boat, and before it stood a black robed figure boasting a scythe, a hood fully obscuring his head.

“Hi," he said, a voice impossibly deep. “Welcome to Hell. That means you're kind of a bitch."

Penny scrambled to cover herself. “Tammy! What did I tell you?! That's a horrible look on you!"

“What?"

“Oh, wait, you're not Tammy. You're Death Incarnate. Where am I?"

“Uh, you're in Hell. Obviously."

“No, no, where am I? Give me a circle or something. I want to know whether I'm being tortured with spears or injected with ribbed dildos."

“You don't seem so broken up either way."

“Did I ask for your opinion?"

“You didn't ask for anything."

“Well, fuck you, you wouldn't get this pussy, anyway. Look, I don't care! I've been juicing my clit all day and I'm still leaking! If I can't get Tammy to get me off, the depths of Hell will have to do. Can you sail me through the river?"

“Nope."

“Why?"

“You gotta pay your fee."

Penny groaned. “Is this the part where I pay you in sex?"

“I am Death. Sex means nothing to me."

Again, Penny groaned, reminded of how she acted when she was clothed. “Can't I just owe you when I die? It's not like I have anything on me. Even if I did, I wouldn't give it to you. You're Death itself! What do you need money for?"

“Honestly, I'm down to get you across just so you'll stop talking to me."

“Ditto."

They sailed through the river.

“All right, we're here," Penny said as she looked out, one leg bent on a rock, fist at chin-level. “Pay your fee and go."

“That was my line."

“Too slow."

“You stole every single word I was about to–how did you do that?"

“There's not much time! I've got places to be!"

“Wait!" Death called. “Wait! We need your help to stop the-"

“Blah blah, you don't need me for anything! Stop acting like my stupid idiot brother! See ya later, unfortunately!"

If only she knew. It'd be a favor for them all.

The broken, obsidian landscape of Hell had no navigation. Every way was correct, but to something equally horrifying. This circle in particular was full of things no one had to see: a devil with three thong bulges bouncing on a pitchfork pole, two basilisks playing chess with bone pieces, a turtle filling its own shell with lube until it flooded out his head hole and proceeding to roll down a hill directly into another barrel of differently colored lube so that the trail of lube left behind would create a burning Picasso painting that perfectly depicts the battle of the Alamo where a soldier's boot had turned him to the perfect collection of bones for a chessboard in Hell. Everything was set. And even through her vulnerability, she still didn't care.

Normally she'd be covering herself, but she was so horny, it didn't cross her mind. Her sex appeal was a lightswitch between embarrassed and hungry for attention, leaking whenever an eye turned to her. Turning away from the single thirty-foot tall eyeball, she refocused her mission: the ultimate orgasm. No ordinary demon would do the trick. She closed her eyes and thought hard about her next step, then felt calm. This next chamber around the bend, for sure, would be exactly what she wanted.

A rocky arch etched with illegible symbols paved the way to a wide open area. It was full of gym benches, spitroasts and unmodded online forums on laptops. All of these seemed to be arranged in a chaotic honeycomb, or perhaps a kid's playpen, but the red, shiny, nude demons seemed to be fine with that. Penny zig zagged around them, ignoring the stares from these men, an underlying stench dawning on her nostrils of which she dared not to figure out the origins of. She didn't tread for long. Approaching with thundering footsteps, a red, stocky, perky-unibrowed demon who stood ten times her size and thirty times as bald from head to toe. He had nasty, ribbed horns, and his biceps pulsated with fury as he crossed his arms, a snakelike crater with several flattened bodies in its wake from where his huge penis dragged across the ground.

“Well, hello there, little fox!" he smirked. “Looks like you tread on the wrong turf. We were just looking for a new female to clean our dishes and cook our rotten veal! Or maybe you'd like to try out our bodies first?" The demon pelvic thrusted, driving his arms back.

“Sorry. Not in the mood for dick. Even if it is that big."

“Well, too bad! You're in the Misogynist's Haven now! We're gonna take your body as property and use you as a sex toy while mutually assuring ourselves that you're the only whore in the room! FEEL THE WRATH OF JOHN STEINBECK!"

“Yeah, how about, NO? I don't even live here! I made a mistake while I was masturbating on my bed and just happened to hit this circle of Hell. God. Not everything is about you."

“Heh. When is it not?"

“Shut up. Just give me some directions so I can get my clit flicked."

The demon chortled. “You really expect us to listen to you? Some itty bitty little fennec fox? Hah! You're completely defenseless! You wouldn't last a second in the-" He ended with a gasp. Through her confusion, his expression softened. “You're not…?"

There was an awkward silence. Penny's arms were folded, tight-lipped with impatience.

She asked with zero emotion, “What, was I supposed to-?"

“Oh, uh, I...was…uh-"

“Spit it out!"

“I'm sorry, ju-"

“Oh, oh, okay, yeah. Here we go again! 'I'M SORRY!' God, unconfident men these days."

“No, I really-"

“What? You can't just act all high and mighty and then lose your ego the second I point out something wrong you're doing! Who do you think I am, some kind of mindless supermodel who does whatever you tell me to do and agrees with every stupid opinion you have about G.I. Joe?!"

“Geez, that's a little harsh, I-"

“Well, what did you expect?! I got it from my mother, Jenny Fenmore!"

The ground shivered like an aftershock. The choir of misogynistic demon gasps filled all around, and in a cosmic way, Penny liked that. One of them popped a boner.

She asked, “What's got you pissing your Chakras?"

“Jenny Fenmore is the most feared witch from all of Hell!" the big demon shook. “Her power is immense. She'd tie us to the sharpest stalactites with handcuffs of fire while she poisoned our skin and burned it from the inside out! Or worse. Testicular torsion! She makes us so afraid that the only one who fears her is the High Queen. And if Jenny's daughter finds out about her plans, she'd ruin her plans to turn Earth into her personal sex toy!"

Penny's ears perked. “She what?"

“You didn't know? It's been her evil plan for the past six hundred years. Duh."

“Ugh. Don't say 'duh' like that. You sound like my brother."

“Sorry."

Penny's eye twitched with rage. “I demand you to take me to the High Qu?wait, you hate the High Queen, right?"

“No."

“Really?"

“No. She's fine."

Penny grew frustrated. It was as if the only reason these men were in Hell was because they tried to solve their internal issues by blaming their environment, which was shaped by their perception, and thus blamed all their problems on the women around them. Penny, being a woman, shuddered at what a remarkably stupid legacy it would be to leave behind. At least for her, it's only her bare naked body across the entire internet.

“Okay, whatever," she said.

And the demon went, “But I can't show you anyways because I don't have a boat!"

“Well, I do!"

_ _ Penny turned towards the sultry, vaguely dorky voice. It was Tammy! She looked as though her dazed confusion was satisfied the second they locked eyes, even while being just as nude as Penny, save for the collar. Her breasts spilled like muffin tops above her covering left arm, and the muscular lines of her waist where her thighs met pointed like secret arrows to the soaking prize beneath her paw. And though her glasses fogged, she could clearly see her fennec friend's opening smile, and the stares from all these big strangers around her. Tammy was good at being humiliated in that no matter how she posed, it was always a performance. And those eyes gazing deep into her spotted, curvy figure were bound to make her wet enough to lower her arms. But Penny was faster, diving in to hug her.

“Tammy!" Penny cried. “How the Hell–heck? heaven?–whatever. How'd you get here?!"

“I don't know! It's like I just melted! One minute, I was showering, and the next, I was falling down the drain."

“Oh. Sorry, that was my vagina. I was trying to contact you."

“Well, thank goodness it worked! I've voyaged through all the land on this boat in search for your gaze!

That made Penny hesitate. “Right. Well, now I'm here!"

“My quest is complete!" She held a goofy smile. It seemed to freeze. “Wait, what do we do now?"

“I don't know, but the High Queen is planning to turn the Earth into her personal sex toy before I do, and we need to stop them immediately!"

“Oh no! Wait, is that a problem?"

“Yeah, kind of! Let's go!"

Onboard the boat, the lava was different. It ran like frothy cider, steam pouring out like a sauna, and the ship seemed to cut its own path. There were embers spitting up from the sides of the ship. They went over a suspicious green pipe with an even more suspicious venus fly trap plant that sank inside just before they crossed over it. And beyond it was a tunnel, only faintly illuminated by the lava beneath them. In the darkness, Tammy's dark face still looked bashful. Even her nipples were hard.

“You okay?" Penny asked. “You look like you're freaking out."

“You know, Penny-san," Tammy said, paws together and starry eyed, “we've been through so much together. We've seen the souls of demons crumble before us."

“We've been together for like, five minutes."

“But I can't hold this back! When I hold you, I can feel my heart pounding! My whole life has been leading up to this moment! And I can't back down. I won't! I LOVE YOU, PENNY-SAN!"

Her scream echoed exactly four times. Penny was stunned solid.

Wait a minute, Penny thought. Tammy's a mundane. If mundanes witness magic, they'll just think that it's nothing. She's seen me do magic, but this is Hell. Who goes to Hell and knows what's going on? She must think it's something else. Now, if I were Tammy, what would I mistake Hell for, and why would I be the heroine?

Her ears perked. _Boom. Got it. She thinks this is an anime. _

“Please, Penny-san," Tammy reached out and touched her cheek, “will you marry me with this kiss?"

“Uh," Penny said, “actually?"

“What is it, my love?"

“Do you mind if you, like, kiss down there? With your tongue? And go in really deep. It's, uh…common practice. In Pennyland." She gulped. “Penny-san-land."

She blinked. Then, she beamed. “You've read my mind all along, Penny-san."

OHMYGODREALLY?SHE'SALWAYSWANTEDTHISTHAT'SSOFLATTERING

Lava burst in geysers around them as Tammy went down on her steaming hot pussy. Her tongue searched her every wall while she massaged her clit. All Penny could do was tense her thighs around the geek's soft cheeks and buck into her mouth again and again. It was paradise in motion, her moans echoing as at least, she came in her mouth.

Through every crevice of light in the ceiling, through every twist and turn in the cavern, and through every loop-de-loop they didn't bother to point out, Tammy gave her orgasm after orgasm. Penny massaged her own breasts and humped her until her hips hurt, wanting this moment never to end. It's like her clit was in Heaven, except it wasn't, because they were in Hell. After thirty minutes of this, Tammy's head rose while she licked her lips.

“Now," she said, “how about that ring?"

“Uh…uh…look! The entrance!"

Right at the mouth of lava, they looked up to a mountain with a clock tower. They walked up and soon discovered a full out banquet table with twelve horrible monstrosities eating chicken, rice, brussel sprouts and crowbars from it. The one on the headpost was a nude ibex almost bare to the bone but red furred and yellow-eyed, four legs in a perfect square. Her breasts were saggy and enormous, and a pentagram was drawn in black on her stomach. Bone teeth piercings lined her floppy ears, nipples, navel, clitoris and kneecaps. She took her food with human arms and buried them within her atrocious maw, somehow chuckling underneath it, which was the most evil way she could express herself.

“My colleagues," she said, food pouring out her mouth, “it is my great honor to present to you my evil plan that nobody knows anything about. Behold!"

She gestured to a huge drawbridge over a stoned-up cage. It opened up, and a huge mass of goo inched out as if it were a caterpillar, tentacles undulating from its back.

“It splits! It stretches! It squeals! It turns into whatever its victim desires the most!" she said. “Money! Wealth! Power! It all ends in death! The world will feel the pleasure of the Gods for five seconds before all of them die and join our brigade! And then…we'll take over the world!"

“Not so fast!" Penny revealed herself, balled fists and back straight, Tammy still timid on the boat. “I have come to do just that!"

The Queen laughed pompously in a ? time signature. “You cannot possibly stop us! You are only one fennec!"

“I am not just a fennec. I am Penny Fenmore! Daughter of Jenny Fenmore! Which I believe intimidates you!"

The Queen proceeded to cower in ¾ time.

“Now," Penny demanded, “stop this once and for all, before I turn this fucking place into a microwaved hot pocket!"

She stammered, “You don't have that kind of power! You cannot possibly! It takes centuries to develop. What do you know about evil? You're just a girl who's too horny to think straight, let alone lesbian. Hah! No matter, You cannot stop the onslaught of my monster! It morphs to your greatest sexual desire! All will fall to their knees in due time!"

All the monstrosities at the table clinked their glasses.

“You say so, huh?" Penny asked.

The reflection of the rising flames flickered off of Penny's eyes as she said in a spontaneously masculine, Southern voice:

“If I'm gonna fall to my knees…then I better get suckin'."

She approached the demon with fists balled and ears twitching. The monstrous, devious blob sloshed its gooey body down the bridge at her, its healthy tendrils raised like a threatened tarantula. But she droned on as if she was sleepwalking, which she countered by pulling her phone out of nowhere, taking a selfie, then throwing it in a hole in the earth where it'd go back to Earth. This was truly the most important thing she's ever done.

“What?" the Queen asked. “It's not changing."

The gap between them was closing. A long, gangly tendril was slithing to her ankle.

“Jarl?!" the Queen cried, looking distressed. “Jarl? It's still not changing!"

Her buggy higher up spoke: “Your Highness, I think she genuinely wants to be ravaged semi-non-consensually by the tentacles of an amorphous blob."

“This was not in the plan!" she stomped her legs in a sick combo. “THIS WAS NOT IN THE PLAN!"

The tentacles snatched up Penny's arms and legs and hoisted her high into the humid sky, rocking her body to and fro while she squealed. The tendrils coiled around her arms and held tight, dripping from the bondage. Penny thrashed about, but with moans that implied she loved it, and Penny was no liar.

The monster spoke in a somewhat distorted, robotic voice:

“YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE."

Her body thrived in the rhythm of sex. No curve of hers was unbreakable. Her muscles felt thinner than her frizzy hair as the tentacles invaded her privates, slipped between her butt crack and sifted through her fur. A tight squeeze around her thick, luscious thighs communicated they would soon be apart, and as she realized this, her vagina sprayed. Her heart quickened as it pulled her legs apart, a lucky tentacle playing with her clit, another kneading her breasts.

“YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE."

A tentacle curved out, corkscrewed, shined from the tip and rocketed forward, plunging into her depths. All buttons were pressed: nipples hard, the feeling of fullness, she moaned and thrived as the tentacle's width, depth and accuracy fixed itself in seconds, then drilled her in ways that put every vibrator, sex toy and penis to shame. She came instantly, cheeks rosy and hot, and that tentacle kept punching her G spot again and again. More tentacles wrapped around her waist and hips, another kneading her butt cheeks like pizza dough. Over and over she felt her body erupt, her sweet sounds getting louder than she ever thought she could go, a puddle of pussy juice forming just beneath her.

Some were not so impressed. Tammy ran out with a spear she pulled from the table. “I'll save you, Penny!" She plunged it into the monster, but as the blade dug deep, it flung out of her hands, stood perpendicular and sunk into the goo like quicksand. The defenseless, naked Tammy was then seized by three tentacles at her ankles, and heaved her blushing ass to the sky to play with her, too.

“Agh! Get off me!" Tammy yelled.

“No! Tammy!" Penny wailed, and then said, “Wait a minute."

Everything stopped. Tammy was dropped to the floor.

“Do you consent?" Penny asked.

“Uh huh."

“Okay, cool."

Both screaming again, Tammy's body was hauled back up forty feet in the air and drawn by the tentacles, the biggest one flashing every color at once as it invaded her tight rabbit pussy. Full, sloppy thrusts punishing their tight slits had their eyes rolling to the back of their heads. Their sweet sounds and whimpers interrupted their screams–both aroused and terrified–but loving it all the same. They wailed and came again and again in its grasp. It started to speak in a robotic voice:

“YOU MAY KISS THE BRIDE."

They torpedoed towards each other at light speed. Tammy's succulent lips plunged directly into Penny's mouth; simultaneously, Penny moaned as waves of juices poured like waterfalls down her legs to make a small puddle on the floor. It was then she learned what it was like to cum and cringe at the same time. But it was all for her best friend in the world, and that's what made the difference.

“TOO MUCH SEX. TOO MUCH SEX. I CAN'T STAND IT."

The tentacles slowly grew weaker. They fell with grace like watching flowers die in slow motion. Penny and Tammy's insatiable lust had completely destroyed its energy. The two of them slid down the blob as the blob-machine-thing hummed to a close, the lights finally turning to gray.

“Unbelievable," the High Queen gasped. “The two of them together came more times than everyone else in the entire world would've. And it only took five minutes. I've been beaten."

Penny's legs were flexing to get up, her body feebly attempting not to thrust incessantly. Knee to the sky, she practically threw herself upward to stagger to her feet. Her vagina was a red apple, pouring with tentacle goop and her fluids, which sounded like a shower head between her feet.

“Y-y-you've been-" she tried. “Don't mess with the…Pen…thing. You're the…you suck. I hate you. Goodnight."

Before she could, a different, sucking heat formed behind her. Tammy and her turned to see a portal open up in the center of the goop monster.

“Quick, Penny!" Tammy yelled, grabbing her wrist. “Let's go!"

“Tammy, that's not how portals work! It could take us anywhere!"

“It's the only way out, my love!"

She pulled her inside, and they shrieked as the void surrounded them once more; a trail of their fluids helixing back from when they came, to be sealed forever more, and in the next second the light returned in shades of white and blue.

The blur converged to a portrait of stars. And the noise emerged once more. Like a car approaching. Except it kept growing. And that's when the shock smashed their chests. Their nipples perked and their bodies flared with embarrassment the moment it all came to.

“Oh no!" Tammy wailed. “Not the Superbowl!"

“The portal's on the other end of the stadium!" Penny yelled, pointing to it. “We've gotta run before our naked bodies get put on national television!"

“WE ARE ON NATIONAL TELEVISION!"

“AAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

They sprinted at blazing speeds, covering themselves as the crowd roared. Penny wore a smile forced, pained, dripping saliva, while Tammy's shock corroded all her innocence, but the flare through their aching legs to their faces felt the weight of every last eye. Tammy came at least three times on the way to the exit while Penny waved back, regretting as much as she learned, which was nothing at all, horny every step of the way.

When they entered the portal, they found themselves in a new place where the graphics looked nothing like comics.

“Oh no!" Tammy wailed. “Not the end of Blazing Saddles!"

They ran to the next portal,, and saw a sea of depressed, covered up women and men in black and white gowns. There were logs and water spouts. Everyone was depressed.

“Oh no!" Tammy wailed. “Not nineteenth century America!"

They ran again, back into another portal, back into the void, and suddenly, the grip Penny had on her friend was turned to nothing.

Penny opened her eyes. This time, she found herself back in her room, broad daylight peeking through her window. Tentacle goop was still protruding from her aching pussy. Tammy was nowhere to be found. She found her phone on the comforter: “hey. u there?" Tammy texted back: “yeah. I had this crazy dream. wanna get lunch later?" That gave her chills. And like her, everything in her room was back to normal. Penny sighed in relief. If her mother found out she'd been to Hell, she would've killed her and subsequently made her go back. But now she could rest easy having expended all of her horny energy, sinking into the pillows. There was a knock, and then her brother, Chuck, opened her door.

“Hey, Pen, you've been up here for a while. Did you sleep okay?"

She was stunned, ears flat. “Oh, uh, just another journey through Hell is all!" She shut her mouth with her paws.

“Yeah, I've had that nightmare. Don't worry, Hell isn't real. Now, come downstairs. Mom made pancakes."

“I can't."

“Why?"

“I'm still horny."

“Bummer."

“Fuck my brains out."

“What?"

“I totally didn't mean to say that."

“Okay, fair. See ya."

Her brother went down the stairs. She wasn't into her brother. But she was still horny, and inevitably mixed with the thought of him. Now she was thinking of his pens. She'd never seen that either. It was probably gross. But also big. Maybe. There was a nonzero chance. Was her brother uncut, or cut? It didn't matter. She wouldn't take it. Perhaps if it were on somebody else, she would definitely take it, but not if it was attached to her own brother. That would be incestuous. Penny cringed at the thought of incest. This was not like her. But after all that time, she was still incredibly horny. The heat was still very much with her.

“Wait, that's not actually how this story's gonna end, right?" she asked, staring directly at you, the reader. “Right?"

“RIGHT?!"

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