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Why am I doing this, you ask? Answer is simple: times are getting even harder, I desperately need another form of income and I will shamelessly beg for it, here. Recently, a gang of femboys moved into my neighborhood and for some reason, picked me as their object of bulliyng. You might say: "Hey, they are femboys, thin and slick, why don't you just stand up to them?" Well, that's the tricky part. In that maid outfit, nobody can tell if you are a powerlifter or a former MMA fighter, and getting my ass beat by a group of crossdressers is deffinitely not on my bucket list. So, I need to pay them protection money, so they stay away from my protein shaker. I know this may sound hot, but I would like to be informed beforehand, before somebody ejaculates into my protein shake.

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I could not believe what was happening. All those years of renunciation, all those years of fighting my urges and desperation, incapability to satisfy primal needs and now, almost sinless opportunity caught my attention and awaited my decision, whether I succumb to the taunting voice resonating within my body or I will remain faithful to the belief that was inoculated in me since I have became aware. I made one uncertain step forward on a crimson tile floor that suddenly chilled my feet even through socks, but stopped, halted by struggle brewing in my head.

My challenge just layed there on the kitchen unit, expecting me, without restraints or will to fight, ready only for my taking. Orifice appeared so welcoming, looking forward to my visit. Voice kept persuading me of correctness of accepting this offer and I kept agreeing to every argument, but there was still a small cell of resistance in me, a line I refused to cross, protest against deviance that was trying to take over me, as I slid underwear down my legs and gently kicked it away on the floor.

"Do it!"

Awakened member throbbed with sparkling drop of lust juice on its tip, acting as the needle of a compass, leading me to its goal. Demon within me was winning over my body and I couldn't fight him. I bit my lower lip in anticipation, a gentle pleasing signal was tickling the edge of scrotum, shining with a thin layer of butter I unwillingly applied from a conveniently placed plate, as it began its long desired penetration.

I leaned my palms on the kitchen counter, rose myself on the tips and let my penis slide fully inside with smacking noises that made him throb even more. It was colder than I expected, I could have heated it up a little, and I have also felt a slight burning, but it was too late to stop and fix all the mistakes - and whether this will injure my member in any way was not any of my concern. If it would have just fell off, it would make my life so much easier.

I released a satisfied moan, as much as I resisted this urge, I couldn't deny the pleasantery it was filling my body with. I leaned a bit forward and started slowly thrusting, creating a way for faster and more rhythmical sequence. I felt a ticklish sensation over the whole tip and realized my finishing line might not be very far.

My quiet moans turned into frantic gasps as I was pushing air through clenched teeth, expecting my climax any second. I felt semen quickly climbing through urethra and warm juices running down my thighs, as my pelvis entered impact drill mode to fulfill that proper ejaculation. Semen erupted, sending pleasure vibes through the crotch to the rest of the body, and I could feel its force piercing through the dough.

My rhythm died off with a relieved sight, slowly coming to a stop as I used last thrusts to push out all the remaining drops of semen. I pulled out my penis, letting a bit of juice spill on the kitchen counter, and observed the mess I have created, one I could have prevented, but instead gave in to demonic urges brewing inside me. Sweet tingling of satisfaction have mixed with bitter bites of shame, running down my back.

I have reached for paper towels to clean up this sinful scene, before my mother might unexpectedly return to our home and witness the destruction of the cake she was so thoroughly preparing yesterday. Even though she was the one who cursed me with this demon and gave me a level of hornyness exceeding that of a freshly turned adolescent, who just discovered a free internet porn, I simply could not unveil to her I had to use her cake as a an emergency pocket pussy, my autoerotic adventures she had a displeasure to experience were already bad and embarrassing enough. It was her fault anyway for making a filling hole look like a vagina.

My demon cock, satisfied and silenced for a moment, retracted back and allowed me to think clearly. Ashamed, but still with a little tingling in my legs, I cleaned myself, put on clothes and dumped all the evidence into a rubbish bag. I hid my face in a hoodie and embarked down the flat complex to rubbish containers, hoping I will not run into anyone I know. There were some people from my school living here and I sometimes saw others just circling around, as local fun places are just behind the small park over the road. I was already considered sort of a weirdo and outsider, and was quite reluctant to make acquaintances due to my curse. I did not need to escalate the sinking of my already measly reputation by causing some embarrassing accident with my always horny demon dick I had difficulties controlling. Just looking at my fine classmates in their flailing checkered skirts that sometimes revealed a small shot of knickers and long white socks gave me the throbs, some more intimate rapprochement with a girl would cause an instant ejaculation, as well as shunning, probably, I have no idea how would my surrounding react to my unusual equipment. I am sure there are some girls, and boys for that matter, that would definitely enjoy it and I have rubbed many out fantasizing about shagging hot girls from my class, who begged me to fill them with my demon penis, but that is not something that is ever destined to happen.

I mean, futanaries are not an absolutely alien concept in this world, although I believe they were all naturally born, when futa female creampies an ordinary female that may then give birth to another hermaphrodite, spreading this strange genome ever since we were cave dwellers, instead of having a semen demon cock cursed into someones unfortunate body to prevent an infernal apocalypse that would swallow our world - and the fact that disappointing barely average size combined with embarrassingly short stamina did not really put me into a position of desire. Hoes dream of a muffin tearing monster cock that can pound them until the sun rises, not a pocket squirt gun that spills its load faster than judge accepting a generous donation for upcoming trial. This was not mentioned in the life brochure when I was born.

It made me bitter, I could not deny that, and severely hindered my social life, limiting my activities to sparsely hanging out with few other equally challenged weirdos. I could never engage in a relationship, both for my chronic masturbation problem, social incompetence and a destiny that awaited me. I was forbidden from having real sex with anyone, as that could cause the release of a semen demon and set off his homicidal mayhem - or at least that was what my mom was telling me my whole life and now I believed - or partially believed - I am part of some interdimensional semen demon cult.

Surroundings of our flat complex were mostly empty at this time of the day, slowly setting sun colouring tall walls with the warm orange hue of ongoing spring signaling evening gatherings and relaxing activities in the entertainment part of town. I chose not to disturb and ignore two boys hiding behind rubbish containers, performing an ancient ritual of tire inflating on one another. I have felt the desire to come up to them, whip out my cock and say: "Hurry up, you still got one more to go.", but I probably could not bear the embarrassment that would come out of it, would they refuse me - and possibly beat me, as well. Although, I was thinking a lot lately, whether the intercourse with a male specimen, penetration being provided by me, would also cause the release of a semen demon? I believe my mother has always told me not to poke other girls with my cursed stick, never specifying men.

This have awoken my cock from its regenerating slumber and caused noticeable hard-on in my shorts that I had to secretly tuck away in my knickers. Image of a tight, never penetrated booty, and a bit of domination gave me urges, when a solution to my lifelong self helping torment may have just surfaced itself.

I sat down on the concrete edge by the wall, comfortably heated with a spring sun, of small terrace in front of the entrance to our flat complex and pulled out a pack of smokes from my hoodie's pocket. This was my spot, there was a small crack between concrete bricks I have used to stub a cigarette and left butts there for a rain to splash them down to grass below, because I was too lazy to go to an ashtray bin by the entrance. Also, if I noticed someone I did not want to meet, I could just jump down in the bushes and walk around the building, to avoid them.

I lit a Forester brand cig, took a deep puff and released a satisfied stream of gray smoke, that climbed up the wall of flat complex and slowly dispersed in the air. Just something little to help me relax, I was missing only a shot of booze to drown my feelings, to go along with it.

It was a misery, but it was a comfortable misery, one I have learned to cope with in several unhealthy ways, which did not really bother me, at all. As some delights of life were taken away from me, I had to substitute them with different delights and just work with what I had. Who needs bitches, anyway, my handiwork became surprisingly satisfying over the time and I was starting to have doubts that some other girl could bring me more toe curling orgasm than I could.

My daily dose of drowning myself in self loathing and despair, while simultaneously persuading myself I am better than everybody else, was coming along nicely, until life put yet another obstacle that interrupted my thoughts and forced me to deal with it. The one fairly frequent obstacle I had a very divided opinion on that have always left me with a brain in the state of mashed potatoes, whenever it engaged in a deeper conversation with me.

"Hi, Lucille!" I was greeted by an almost annoyingly cheerful voice that was accompanied by a quiet crackling of dirt on the tile floor under light steps in sneakers.

'The fuck you want from me, man,' was an answer, that flashed through my mind, but I did not feel like being a cold hearted bitch at the moment. Instead, very simple and dispassionate: "Hey," was all I uttered, hoping it will be enough to kill off all of his interest in socializing with me.

"Got any plans? I wanted to take a bike for a ride on Molten hill, if you want to join me."

"Nah, man, I don't really feel like a bike riding right now," I have refused his offer, but it was not enough for him to leave me alone.

"Oh," he said, untouched, as if he would not even acknowledge my answer at all, and kept wobbling back and forth, with his skirt shaking as his tail gently wiggled, probably expecting me to go for a ride with him, after all.

I have looked at him inquiringly, but he just kept stupidly smiling at me, and as his clothes flailed, I had a chance to witness glimp of his striped knickers with dick neatly tucked in them. This made me act up, I could not deny that, especially with my recent thoughts of some anal violation, but I had to control myself. I was just not sure if I could do something like this to him, despite all the hornyness I was feeling. One thing is shagging a momma made pie, the other is ejaculating into the arse of retarded crossdressing wolf who probably cannot even comprehend what the sex is. Also, he happens to probably be my closest friend and despite my deviancies, that seems to have no limit, I am not sure how would I feel about molesting a mentally challenged close person.

I looked away, grabbed his skirt and pulled him down.

"Sit, mate, chill a bit," I said, hoping this will bring my thoughts elsewhere. "Rather tell me what your sis is up to, tonight."

He had a very hot cheetah sister - not related, of course - a local slut with long blond hair, hooters so juicy they could turn desert into jungle and an intelligence of two baked potatoes. She really thought the ice cream man was responsible for snow and the whole cold season, so she had occasional episodes where she either screamed or begged him to not bring any winter this year, when buying ice cream from him during summer. Really, if it weren't for her looks and handiness, she would never pass high school. I had a chance to talk to her once and felt like my brain was melting, trying to piece together a meaningful sentence from the flood of totally unrelated points, coming out of that cock washing machine mouth of hers - which would happen to also be my desire at that moment, just so she would shut up - and worst of all, as she spoke, she didn't even seem to be aware of my presence, like she was just really speaking out loud all the random thoughts bouncing around in that empty skull.

"She said she is going out, to the cinema and some friends gathering, so I shouldn't wait for her. She also said no one's cooking tonight so I should ask people if they have any leftovers, if I don't want to starve, tonight."

Their whole family was wack, how could they function and live was beyond me. Their dad, or should I say, adoptive dad, to be more precise, was collecting abandoned autistic kids like stray cats right off the sidewalk, and adding them to the horror house he calls his family. I did not know what he was doing with them or why he was even expanding his list of unrelated offsprings, and I was never really interested in finding out, as it just seemed too disturbing. But, they all seemed to be well off, their father must have been making some serious bucks, as they all lived in a big house. Not exactly a mansion, but it was no fourty square meter flat with a single loo. They only seemed to be struggling on the intellectual side, all of them suffered from a very simpleton brain that was giving them sort of an insect mind, barely even aware of their own existence.

"I asked my neighbour, old hag Hana, and she made me some pancakes. Then she said I should take a bath and take off my clothes, but I didn't feel dirty at all, so I just pocketed the last pancake and went off. Too bad, I shoulda have stayed, there was a crime series on a telly. Some lady was screaming how she slipped and fell, and couldn't get up. I wonder if she will manage to get some help, her voice seemed fairly familiar. Anyway, wanna share my last pancake?"

I turned to him, ready to agree to a free food, albeit made by an elderly molesting lady, but I just froze in a moment, as I witnessed how he stretched his skirt and pulled out dessert from his underwear.

"Why are you carrying a pancake in your knickers," I have stated, rather than asked, as I was expecting to not get a rational answer out of this boy. As to why he was wearing women's clothes, I could never get a sensible answer, as well. He just said that's how he always dressed and never paid any attention to it - I presumed his brain just lacked mental capacity to understand differences between boy's and girl's clothes, and just wore whatever he was given, but it did not seem to have any major downsides. He was very well liked by his surroundings, everyone thought he was cute and nobody bullied him for wearing skirts, although nobody was really friends with him. Wherever he appeared he just got some compliments, some head pats, but that was all. I was really the only one who was hanging out with him.

"Because this skirt has no pockets, duh," he explained, absolutely untouched by his unorthodox food transportation methods, and tore his dessert in half, offering me one piece.

"Think I'll pass, but go ahead and treat yourself. You look like you need it," I politely refused and wanted to puff from my cigarette, but seeing him, just shrugging it off and proceeding to stuff his face with a pancake he was carrying in his undies for the past hour made me absolutely disgusted. I looked at the half burned ciggie between my fingers and wondered, whether I should finish it, or just let it slowly die off, just like my social life. My desire for some intimacy moments with this fellow also halted at the divided road - at one point, I really wanted to pound his hole like a tent peg, but on the other hand, his level of intelligence didn't really made me comfortable.

"So, you still not want to go ride a bike with me?" he asked, leaning to me with a full mouth, and cream smeared over his face, which, frankly, made me quite hornyer and my demon cock was standing upright as magnificently, as a strong oaken tree.

Initially, I wanted to refuse, again, but as I looked into his carefree face, without a single smear of stress, an image of prior evening flashed through my mind and filled me with disgust over myself, accompanied by impending dread. If I do not do something, this will be me for the rest of my life.

I have spent it like many other nights: in front of the computer in my dimly lit room, finishing fourth can of cheap beer and enjoying a free internet pornography with full sips, attempting with good intentions to satisfy and calm down my demon penis with continuous masturbation. After spanking another monkey to a nice carpet munching pastime between two foxes, I wanted to get up and take a leak, but freshly released endorfine, fatigue and intoxication level, that was almost lethal for somebody with my body frame, caused my legs to give up and my body to collapse on the floor, where I was quietly grunting with a mixture of relieve, pain and shame, staring into a ceiling with erection and drops of semen slowly drying on my thighs.

"This is the life..." I said quietly, as if I myself was mocking my whole existence. This just could not happen again - either I will score tonight or never.

"You know what? Fuck it, let's go. I need to clear out my head, anyway," I agreed, put out the rest of the cigarette and added it to the pile.

Although I have said I will not get shitfaced alone at home again, that did not necessarily mean I would stay sober through tonight. Before heading out, I had to make an emergency stop at the local convenience store. One six pack of Natino beer and maybe a pack of smokes should suffice me enough for about three days, if I will be conservative - I could not be exactly picky, I was running a risk my credit card might get declined and a payday was still a week away. Asking me mum for a loan was too embarrassing.

I was hiding my face in my hoodie as I strolled through aisles, but that did not prevent me from bumping into people I would rather not meet. My high school math teacher, Ms. Kaningham, like a battleship built vixen, gifted by nature with a shirt ripping juicy milkers and a severe case of scoliosis, decided to do shopping for her another evening tutoring at the same time as me. Many boys have met their fate at the end of her juggs, several were hospitalized after concussion, caused by flying buttons from her blouse, not capable of containing this massive jubblies, and I myself fell victim to her cream inducing advantages. Although, that was a rather one dimensional experience, and my cream landed only on our class photo - and not just once.

Now, she stood in the queue, leaning on the shopping cart handle, letting her titties spill out through her loose, tiny dress, causing tent building in my private areas. I noticed her too late, I wanted to jump behind the aisle and wait for her to leave, but her eyesight was too sharp and caught me without a chance to escape, like a fly trapped in a spider's nest.

She threw that seducing gaze at me and froze me in place, redirecting her full attention to my person, her rack jumping around, as she pushed her shopping cart towards me.

"Lucille, hello! Remember me?" she shouted, happy from this sudden reunion.

How could I ever forget you? You were the main actress for a big portion of my meat beating pastimes.

"Hi, Ms.Kaningham, of course I do. What are you up to, here?" I asked with a somewhat tired, emotionless voice, that I hoped will deter her from deeper conversation, as my eyes fixated on her rack, that barely lost any juiciness over the years.

"Oh, I just recently moved into the neighborhood, my old apartment was set for demolition, and I would have never thought I would meet one of my students here. You were always so quiet, but I remember you had outstanding grades, how are you doing?" she smiled at me with that sincere, caring expression.

'Well, I suffer from depression, social anxiety, chronic masturbation and this always horny semen demon cock residing in my vajayjay that prevents me from having sex with girls, but otherwise, I am doing a-okay. Hey, I see you will be throwing a party tonight, wanna some warm up before that? I could show you how much I've grown up,' was a description of my current situation I wanted to give her, hoping it would cause some sympathy manifest and I could at least get some gently assaulted by her breast, but I lacked courage to bring myself to utter such words.

"You know, just making it through the day like your average god fearing Joe," was a line I said instead, hoping it will make her embarrassed and leave.

"Oh, very well, you are busy as a bee, I presume. I also see you've picked up on a drinking," she noted, nodding to a pack of beers in my hand.

"That's for me mum, she's got- issues..." I readily replied with a sight of desperation.

"I don't recall your mother to be an alcoholic," she said pensively.

"Life hit her real hard after me pops left her," I shrugged my shoulders eloquently.

"I don't remember ever meeting your father - nor was I aware your mom was ever married."

"Exactly," I pointed a finger gun with a wink at her and proceeded to turn around. "I still got some errands to do, Ms. Kaningham, see you later."

I left my busty high school teacher in a state of confusion and walked into the farthest part of store to shamelessly prevent the story to develop any further, my demon cock was throbbing and wetting knickers with horny drops of semen. I desperately needed to rub one out and wondered if I could do it here. There was no one around and I needed just a few strokes, anyway. Several public toilets in this city were already stained by my spunk, why not just quickly ejaculate here in this yogurt section, before I soil my underwear?

Overwhelmed by wild hormones, I began pulling down my shorts, but some old hag just had to get a desire for finely shaped cucumber at this exact moment. I looked at her, growled silently and pulled my shorts back up. I was now ever hornier from a thought of public masturbation that immediately appeared on my to-do list. I grabbed my beer and angrily stomped to the cashier. Luckily, by that time, SS Giant spicerack was already gone and I could slip out the store unnoticed.

Car honked at me, as I was simultaneously pedaling uphill and downing the first can of beer on our way to the top of Molten hill, swirling to the side desperate to hold balance. I burped, flipped a bird at the driver and threw an empty can in the ditch by the road. Toby was riding in front of me, oblivious to the situation as always, happily swinging his head from side to side as if he was humming a song for himself.

Molten hill was a sort off recreational park on this densely forested mountain in the centre of a city, with many hike trails, vistas and even a small pond, and was a place frequently used by couples and groups alike for their outdoorsy banging sessions, as well as an opportunity for singles hindered by auto-erotic syndrome to fullfil their fetishes - which, at this moment, also included me. We briefly stopped by the road, so I could take a leak in the bushes and gratefully rub one out. Leaning on the tree with one hand, I quickly spurted my semen over the leaves with thigh shaking relief, hoping this will drive out my desire to pound my friend's chocolate hole, but the moment I saw him sitting on his bicycle in the setting sun, unaware wind blew away side of his skirt and showed me ballsack stuffed in knickers, my demon cock was at the ready, again.

By the parking lot was standing a statue of Matheew Noham, a certainly prominent figure in our history who possessed a level of importance on such high levels I deemed it to be dishonesting to learn about his life. He had something to do with the establishment of our city Niktown, but also apparently molested some little boys, which, as far as I understood, was a fairly regular occurrence in those times.

We left our bikes at a bike stand and I followed Toby on one of the many dirt trails, chugging my second can of beer, it was bringing me a pleasant state of relaxation and dulled my raging cock a bit. He led me to this viewpoint with a few empty benches, where we took one for ourselves. I leaned back, stretched my legs and lit a cigarette, the sun to our right side was already halfway over the hills and part of the city began drowning in the upcoming night. Toby was not talking, not that I would mind his silence, he was just smiling, happy somebody is spending time with him. I wondered, if I pulled down my shorts and started wanking right now, what would be his reaction? Would he offer to give me a hand? One more can of beer and I might find out.

"It's really nice in here, 'innit?" he noted. "I like the setting sun in spring, colour change is just so soothing."

"Yeah, it is," I nodded and took a few more gulps of my cheap beer.

"You know, I've heard there is this rare flower growing on this hill and the setting sun makes its petals really stand out."

"Really?" I replied uninterested and checked the remaining amount of liquid in my can.

"Yeah, I'd like to find one for my mum."

"You got a mummy?" I asked in surprise.

"Everybody's got a mummy, silly," he grinned at me. "I know mine is there somewhere, for sure. And one day, I'm gonna find her."

"Unless you'll meet tomorrow, that your flower is gonna end up as a fertilizer for other flowers," I have slowly started crushing his dreams.

"Not if I will start growing them. I will take it home, plant it and by the time I find my mum, I will have a whole garden prepared for her," his reply was cheerful and convincing. I did not understand where all this sudden need to reunite with his deadbeat mother came from, but I felt like I could do at least one good deed in my rotten existence. Despite his presence always made me feel nauseous from his natural stupidity, I have had a sort of pity for him.

I stood up, finished my beer and threw the empty can by the rubbish bin, where it shortly rattled over the concrete tiles.

"Where are we going?" he asked and hopped up, with a smile of such innocence, I felt like an old greasy man with a large white van without windows and a pocketful of candy.

"Come on, let's find that flower for your momma, before it gets dark."

"Yay!"

Toby jumped up in joy and started skipping towards the meadow hidden behind a large rock with this annoyingly cheerful mood, I immediately regretted offering my assistance. I followed him, wondering whether I should open another can right away or rather after that. Meadow was a bit away from trails, hidden in this small valley, secluded by rocks and trees. Setting sun turned the grass orange, lush with many different flowers, and a light breeze was shaking stems in a slow natural dance.

"So, what are we looking for?" I asked with a desire to get this over with as soon as I can, so I can get back to my creamy pastimes.

"It has this pointy petals, like an egg, with pink colour inside and blue on the edges. Something like this!"

I stood in place and boredly looked around the meadow, but Toby walked forward and suddenly dropped on his all fours, which was something, that sealed my fate. I caught a glimpse of it and couldn't resist where my eyes were looking. His tail wagged in excitement, the skirt pulled up and the button on his underwear got loose, which caused them to slip down a little and revealed his bootyhole. Immediate erection appeared in my shorts and nearly tore them apart, I froze in place for a second, breathing heavily like an asthmatic in dust factory, with a beer spittle forming in corner of my lips. This is it, Lucy, if you will not thrust now, you never will. I could not believe how I could be so suddenly attracted to penetrating a man's butt, but I guess it comes with time and desperation. A hole is a hole, after all.

Without control, giving in to my inner demon voice, I pulled down my shorts and undies, revealing to the world my throbbing cock, with a precum shining on tip. I quickly lubed up my member with some coconut oil I put in my backpack just in case this exact situation would happen. I walked up behind Toby, inside of my head floating from alcohol, and dropped on my knees - he was still unaware of what I was doing and kept searching the ground for his flower.

I grabbed his panties and slowly slid them down.

"If this will start feeling weird, just say something, Toby," I told him as if I was trying to shake off blame from myself, grabbed his cheeks and spread them, opening up his boypussy for me.

"Hey, this is what my brothers and sisters do when they are not feeling well," he giggled, without any sign of protest. "Are you feeling sick, Lucy?"

Oh, no, he gets molested, regularly, by his own siblings and god knows who else! I couldn't do this to him, it just feels so wrong.

"Don't worry, I'll be all right in a sec," I exhaled and moved forward. His orifice accepted my tip without question and once it was inside, there was no stepping back. Pleasure I felt from other person's flesh for the first time hugging my demon cock was too immense to abandon this mission. "Oh, forgive me, mama!"

With one hand, I grabbed his tail, with other fur on his butt for support and started thrusting, knowing my ejaculation was imminent and wanted to make the best use of this.

My face, warmed by the setting sun, crooked as semen explosion was climbing up and tickled inside of my penis. I moaned in unison with climax, saliva on my cheeks and pussyjuice on my thighs, and right before the grand finale, the whole world disappeared in a blinding flash of light, drowning me in oblivion.

"Hey, you finally awake? Could you, like, get me away from the sun? It's starting to burn, you know."

I covered my face with hand, as the sunshine was too strong for my suddenly sensitive eyes. I blinked several times and tried to look around, but I had no idea where I was, or where that voice was coming from.

"Look who finally woke up! Great, you are not dead. Now come on, hurry up and get me to shade or something. Or at least get me some damn Lipsalve, I ain't used to this much sunshine."

I slowly moved into a sitting position. I was missing my bottom clothes, had a boner and was lying down on this large meadow, vastly distant from the Molten hill meadows, where I was looking for flowers with Toby. Warm grass started tickling my bare arsehole. Toby was right next to me, curled up in a ball and sleeping like a baby, with knickers rolled down to his ankles. I looked around, but there was no one else here.

"Finally, thank you, at least some shade."

I fixated my eyes on my penis, now hidden in the shadow of my body. I had this disturbing suspicion where the voice is coming from.

"What you looking at me like that? You don't recognize your weiner, you've been wanking several times a day for past thirteen years, mah girl?"

"Why the fuck is my dick talkin'?" I asked in disbelief.

"What you mean? Well, I could always do that, but I guess you never heard me in your world."

"Your world? What your world?"

"Well, girl, as far as I know, we are no longer in your dimension. Guess I should be the first to welcome you in the world of Hentaria!"