The Range
Two mamono loaded their supplies into an SUV parked in front of there home. It was a demon with her also demon daughter, both outfitted in different color blouses and leggings. In the trunk of their SUV, was an assortment of picnic supplies, including a cooler for food, and a carpet to sit on. The father brought out a gallon of lemonade and another bag of ice, packing both in the SUV of the car while a human boy comes out and hugs his mother before they leave. "Are you sure you and Max will be alright here dear? I know how you wanted to come along and celebrate Denise's sweet sixteen with us."
"It is alright. The boy and I can find something to do while at home. Ain't that right max?" Max looked at his father, looking at his mother to make one last attempt at traveling. "Can I come with you pretty please mommy?"
"Don't you have some baseball to be watching Max?" She asked. The boy suddenly became wide-eyed and looked back, seeing the father alright back in the house, looking away and chuckling as his tail pretends to slowly close the door. In the background, he heard the sound of his favorite team about to play their first game of the playoffs. Hey ran back, the mother laughing as she looked to her side to see if Denise is laughing as well. She is missing, making the mother worry for a second until she heard the sound of the car starting with a quiet roar. She closed the trunk and got in the front passenger seat, seeing the daughter tap the wheel as she waited to pull off. "Are you excited, Denise? Your sweet sixteen party is right around the corner! Food, friends, and paintball for the boys..."
"And girls mom," Denise reminded her, pulling away from the curb and onto the residential roads once the click her mom's seatbelt fastened. She drove slowly, as she had just gotten her license a few months ago, and was not a near-perfect driver yet. "Yes, Rebecca wanted you all to do that game instead of rollerskating. If you like, we can still go rollerskating," the mom tried, only getting an eye roll in return. Denise did not know why her mom continued trying to steer her away from going to paintball. Her best guess was that she didn't want Denise's new blouse to be ruined by paint, but they would be wearing suits to play in. Holding on to this thought, she joined the highway as the GPS continued to take them to the park.
They arrived in half an hour, the sound of SUV tires against gravel traveling through the cars as they went off-road to the parking spot. They got to a circle, where there were other cars there waiting already, and a small group milling around the entrance. While it was Denise's birthday, they weren't able to rent out the paintball location. They were, however, able to get themselves a table to sit at. Denise hugged her friends, taking an extra-long hug with her friend Rebecca. She was a demon as well, with slightly larger horns and wings as she was stronger. "So, are you ready to get our paintball on?" She asked, spinning around with Denise while her mom was signing them and her other friends up to play around. "You know it, but then we probably we'll get dragged to rollerskating after one round. My mom really didn't want me to go get dirty with paint anyways."
"Yeah, 'don't go you're dress would get wet' right?"
Denise chuckles at her friend's imitation of her mom's voice, nodding in agreement on how she sounds. A few minutes later, and they were suiting up, their moms waving them off while Denise's mom audibly hoped that nothing will get dirty. As they walked through the halls, they went through each set of clothing, taking all they needed until they were fully suited up for a round of paintball.
They came out on the other side, covered in a bunch of different color paint. Their round went very badly after Rebecca left their cover. She got caught in some crossfire, which caused Denise to get caught in the crossfire, and that led to a lot more getting hit. Needless to say, their one round didn't go so well.
"Maybe we should have gone rollerskating," Denise said as she started taking off her protection. As expected, her dress was completely free of anything, despite the absurd amounts of paintballs that had hit her. "Oh I don't know, even though we did terribly, I think I want to go back in there," Rebecca responded back. "Wait, but your mom will probably say something about the queue or something..."
"I know of a place where you don't have to go to a queue," A voice said behind them. They turned around, seeing a person dressed up in paintball gear, but they had a gas mask on. The voice didn't sound male nor female but faked. "Follow me if you wish. I won't ask again." The paintball person started walking, seeming to head into the directions of the bathroom. "That was weird, anyways should we go back Rebecc? Rebecc?" Denise looked around for her friend, seeing the demon following the mysterious paintball person. "Rebecca what are you doing? We need to go back!"
"Oh come one, free line cutting!" She responded. Denise wanted to continue the trip to her mom, but she eventually caved in and hurried after Rebecca, catching up to her before she ran out of view. The mysterious figure took them passed the bathroom, to a wall that was at the end of a hallway. There were no doors that were around at the end of the corridor, with the last door being a few meters. "So where is this door?" Denise asked, trying to get Rebecca to hurry up and get back. The figure nodded and tapped part of a wall, a door opening to a side of him after his 3rd tap. She raised an arm, motioning both of them through the doorway. "Alright Denise, I'm starting to think that was s-should go back!" Rebecca and Denise were suddenly grabbed by the mysterious figure, dragged passed the entrance as it closed behind them. They started screaming for help, Rebecca breaking away at one point and banging on the wall until she was re-ensnared by the mysterious figure.
"We're gonna die!"
"Someone help us I'm only 16!"
"I should have went roller skating like my mom wanteeeed!" Denise started sniffling, being on the verge of tears until they were suddenly put back in the lights of a hall. The demon friends looked around, seeing a bunch of adult monster girls gathered around, holding paintball guns and looking at different targets at the other end of the hall. It was like a shooting range, with the mamono standing behind stands. Instead of targets at the end, there were many, many different numbers hung up all over the back wall. Some shot straight ahead, but others went for cross-firing to the other corners, away from their line of vision from their booth. "This is no queue place. You go to a booth and take a paintball gun. You take your pick of any number here. You get a husband that is that number."
"A husband?" They both said, in amazement that such a thing would exist in a place like this. Much less in a place that is for children and families to come to enjoy themselves. They looked at the numbers, seeing it all jumbled up like marbles that had been poured onto a table. To their left, a bunch of pictures with men in them. They were told that they could each take our pic of one and then try to shoot for it, but if they missed and hit another number, they would be stuck with that one. "I don't want to do this, we should leave," Denise said, trying to leave but being stopped by the mysterious figure. "If you leave, you will not be able to come back, possibly ever again. Are you sure you wish to do this?"
"Yeah Denise, liven up a little," Rebecca said, loading a paintball into her gun and going to a booth. "If you're not going to do this, then I'm gonna win for both of us!"
"But our parents will both flip! And you as much aim as I do. I'm saying you such Rebecc."
"Don't worry Denise, here's how we do it. We first get this guy." She points to a dragon incubus. "It says he has 2 of them down there right? So we can share him. It says his number is 78 which is..." She looks around, scanning the wall of numbers before finding the number #78. It wasn't close, but it wasn't too far out of the way. She cocked her paintball gun and aimed at it, then aimed away from it, to somewhere else. "I'm hitting that 5."
"What!? Rebecca what are you doing!?"
"Aaaaaaaaa-" The lightly bigger demon made a sound before pulling the trigger, faltering at the last second before she fired. It was a wild shot, but somehow, someway, it found it's marked on the number 78. "Whew, there. I knew my aim was bad, so why not use the bad name?"
"We have winner!" The rest of the mamono there clapped, some whistling to congratulate the two demons on nabbing their choice on the first try. Soon the husband was brought out to both of them. He easily had a foot or more on their 5'10 and 5'11 statute. His horns and wing skeleton were orange, and his tail was lit on fire. His facial expression was feral, as he struggled to break free from the hands of his two escorts. "Number 78 used to be an orderite soldier, but he made the mistake of going undercover to break his priest out of slave trade. He got into trade himself, and now he is this. He is still mad, or horny, but two demons should be able to handle him." The escorts pushed him into Denise and Rebecca, then shot him with a pacifying dart. "This will keep him calm for the rest of the day and tomorrow. After that, you are on your own. Now, do you wish to leave or see if you can build your dream harem?"
The Range, Part 2
"So you want me to take you and Rebecca back home?" Denise's mom asked her and her daughter away from her car at the front desk in the paintball building. The lady working the counter was busy away at her typing or playing solitaire. "But we just-"
"I know mom, but we need to check if my dress is okay! Rrrrriiiiiiiight?" Denise played the dress card while leaning for emphasis, getting a look at Rebecca as she was taking the incubus to the SUV. It was a rather large one luckily, and the back door opened by itself with the keyfob. Denise managed to get it and pressed unlock so Rebecca could then hit a button on the back bumper, which let the back door open. The incubus was relatively docile, his arm thrown over Rebecca's shoulder as she struggled to hold him and stuff him in the car. "I guess...wait did something happen!?" The mom suddenly panicked, walking around Denise to inspect her.
"Mom I'm fine! I said just in case jeez..."
"You're right you know? What if there's a spot the paint snuck in? Come on let's go!" The mom dragged her back to the car, seeing Rebecca there going around until Rebecca herself noticed the mom there, and adopted a casual look leaning against the trunk. "Rebecca, you're here already?"
"Yep...you know me, always ready and on time." Both of those things where small lies. Rebecca was less responsible than Denise, and all three of them knew it. The mother's eyes narrowed as Rebecca put on her best casual face, adjusting her collar while trying to play off any sense of sneaking about in the air before the mother took too much of a wife. "I assume your mother already knows you're heading back to our house?" The mom said, taking the key fob and pressing the unlock button. The car's lights went on, but the sound it made when unlocking didn't sound. "Weird, that only happens if...who left it unlocked?"
"I did, oopsie!" Rebecca said, chuckling lightly and a bit nervously. The mom narrowed her eyes, then rolled them as she went to the driver's door. Denise and Rebecca looked relieved as they got passed the parking lot, and her mom pulled away. "Seriously, don't you kids know anything about keeping your things safe? Maybe when you're paying for bills you'll understand the worth of what you have..."
"Sorry I got us in trouble," Rebecca whispered while Denise's mom ranted about the two lacking the understanding of how important it is to lock your car. "It's alright, at least we got him in. What now?"
"Wait..." Rebecca pointed to their phones, wanting to quiet down before her friend's mom heard them whispering.
Rebby: You've changed my name on your phone right? Rebby still sounds stupid.
DW246: Yeah, It's not Rebby at all.
Rebby: Uh huh, so what r we gonna do about the dragon?
DW246: We got a bit of time. I'm thinking we just have to get him over the fence, or into the basement.
Rebby: Doesn't Max go down there?
DW246: Nah we found a caterpillar down der. Scared his balls back up before they could even drop. He's not going back down there for a bit.
Rebby: Lmao. Wait we're pulling up at your driveway.
"Alright, kids! Now let's hurry so we can go roooller skatiiiiiing!" The mom sang the last two words with gusto, excited to get back to celebrating her daughter's sweet sixteen. "I'll stay here, just in the car..." Rebecca volunteered. "Whateves, like you guys say."
"Ew, no." Rebecca shivered at her attempt to seem cool as the two of them went inside, leaving her to get the incubus out of the trunk. She left the driver's door open and unlocked the trunk, popping it free from its lock and lifting him out of the trunk. "Alright buddy, are you more awake?"
"Let...be free..." He tried. She shook her head, getting him to walk with her to make it easier. Soon, they reached her fence, the incubus's height going over how tall the picket fence was. "Now, I'm gonna need you to climb into here. I know a way into the basement."
"Will I be free?" He said, more lively than before. His speech was definitely getting more firey, but his body still slacked, being lacklusterly supported by Rebecca's body. "No, but I won't have to toss you over like a ragdoll. Now step on my hand and let be boost you bitch." He growled softly, but couldn't muster up any effective fight. With his limited strength, he pushed himself up and fell over the fence into the yard, landing on freshly mowed grass. Rebecca followed right after, propelling herself up and over before rolling into her landing on the other side. "Now, if I'm correct, we got about 5 minutes before Denise can't stall anymore. Luckily..." She snuck around the deck in the backyard, reaching her arm through the gaps to pick a key from under the grill. "I slept over here once."
After unlocking the door directly into the basement, Rebecca dragged the incubus down the stairs by the underarms, opening the door with her tail and pulling him into the basement. As Denise said, the place looked completely abandoned, with a bit of dust collected on the furniture items, and no toys laying around on the floor. She pulled him further, grunting as she picked and took him to a corner that looked least likely to be looked at. His firey tail glowed, so she tucked it behind him. It still glowed, but now it was less likely, like a toy that hasn't been working right for months.
"Are you gonna be a good boy and stay there until we come back?" She asked, the incubus groaning as a response to her. "Good, I don't wanna get in trouble for sneaking a boy in here..."
The Range, Part 3 (The explicit part)
"So, what should we do with him?" Rebecca said, gliding across the light-lit floor as Denise skated behind her. "I'm thinking we just fed him and stuff. Bring him food, water..."
"And sex?" Rebecca piped out, jumping up and spinning before landing down gracefully on her roller skates again. "No, we're like sixteen..."
"And?" Rebecca responded, still gliding without losing any speed. "We're big girls, he's a guy, it's only right."
"But what if my mom..." Denise turns to where her mother is, talking to another woman to her while holding a drink. "She has no idea, I can sleepover, and we can sneak downstairs after midnight. How hard can it be?"
A week later...
"Very hard," Rebecca said as both she and Denise trudged down the steps of Denise's house. It was hard trying to set up a time where they would be able to pull off the sleepover stunt. It took a bit of Denise extra work to cozy up to her mother, then getting her to have it at her own house rather than head over to Rebecca's home, where her mom was a lot more chill with them having sleepovers. She had to save a bit of her meals to bring down to the incubus downstairs when no one was looking. It was hard containing him the first day after her sedative wore off, as he thrashed around to escape until Rebecca and Denise were able to pin him down and gag him so he wouldn't make a sound. After that day he grew more docile, as he was kept fed and hidden away only if he stayed quiet.
As the days to convincing this sleepover went on, he made requests to Denise. They started small, him asking for a bit more meat if she could sneak some downstairs with all the grains. Then he asked for something to entertain him, as it was getting boring playing with the toys collecting dust. Denise either refused or obliged and while work was being put in to be with him for an entire night, he was tugging the thread of what he is able to ask of Denise, until the night of the sleepover...
"I need release," he said to the pair of demons wearing varying styles of pink sleepwear. Denise was wearing a pink flower-patterned shirt with baggy pink pajama pants, both made of wool. She also had on a blindfold, and pink earmuffs to wear over her ears. Rebecca was dressed like she only falls in bed, wearing an oversized long pink shirt with nothing but silk panties underneath. "I have been here for a week, and I've gone longer without ejaculating back at the facility. I'm...I'm hard."
"Yeah we didn't know that from the bulge in your u- wait is that your dad's clothing?" Rebecca pointed out, recognizing the pair of underwear and t-shirt from when she saw Denise's mom do laundry. "The rags he was wearing wasn't working, so I found something with polyester so it doesn't burn off him."
"Oh, does your dad know?" The incubus and Denise both shook their heads. "Great. So what do you want to masturbate off to us wearing cute clothes? ...I mean, I know we're pretty cute..." Rebecca posed sexually, watching the bulge grow larger under the garments. "W-whatever you want just please, I can't take anymore!"
"Don't worry, Rebecca said that she's great with boys," Denise said. "Well...I'm a virgin. I've also never even dated," Rebecca responded, messing with her tail.
"You disappoint us both. So yeah we're hopeless," Denise admitted, kneeling in front of the incubus. "So do you have a name, or do we have to keep calling you a person or something?"
"My name is Darel," he responded as Denise started undoing her garments. "Those people did this to me, but I don't remember much else before I was an incubus..."
"Darel sounds like a name given by a mom that lived...in..."
"Oh my go..." Denise and Rebecca both ended trailing off once they got a look at Darel's largening cock. It was now free of its undergarment prison, flopped on his lap, and extended out until it was a hardened eight inches straight (or around 20 cm). They both looked at it, both of them audibly gulping as they stared at it. "Was it this long before you..."
"It was 5 and 7/8ths before (15 cm?)," Darel said, blushing as he looked at both of them staring. "I used a ruler while I was in captivity..." They both snickered for a short while before regaining their composure and remember the task at hand. The looked at each other and moved to either side of Darel, both nodding as they each moved one hand to either side of his member. He made a small inhale of air as both of their hands tenderly landed on his shaft, their lack of experience showing as they experimented and ran their palms over his cock. Darel expected to be assaulted with the pleasure that only one, or two, from the succubi-family. He didn't expect them to fiddle around with it, both of them looking away as they were too embarrassed to say that they didn't know what to do.
He thought about taking advantage, but he remembered having them yelling out his name while he overpowered them both would wake the rest of Denise's' family up. He decided to go for it, taking both their hands and wrapping them around his cock. "What are you doing?" Rebecca said, noticing his hands molding theirs around his shaft like clay. "You too are taking too long..." He moved their hands, closing his mouth so he wasn't heard moaning. Their hands felt like heaven once he got them going, soon letting go of them and feeling them go on their own as they went up and down.
"T-touch the tip..." He got out, covering his mouth as Rebecca used her second hand to rub against his glands. "I think I'm going to wash my hands after this, you're leaking pre all over my nails..."
"The pre is s-supposed to leak out!" He said, feeling his orgasm approaching as three hands worked to push him over the edge. His tail suddenly straightened out, going as stiff as his cock as his first shot of cum was forced out of his urethra, and dirting Rebecca's hand first. The rest of the cum followed, covering the hands that still moved through his orgasm. He bit his hand as if a door at hit him in his thumb as it slammed closed, but this time in plenty of pleasure instead of that horrendous pain. Soon though, the moment of bliss had ended, he was left in the afterglow as the last bit of semen oozed out onto Rebecca's fingers. "S-sorry," he said, thinking that he might be going without food for a while after doing something like this.
"So this is cum?" Rebecca asked rhetorically, looking at both her left and right hands. Mainly one of them took the brunt of the orgasm, mainly the one that was busy teasing his tip to no end. "I heard this tasted bitter, but it smells like flowers and spring. What do you think Denise?" She looked over to her other demon friend, her eyes widening as she saw her licking the cum off her hand. "Ew! Doesn't that taste bad!?"
"No actually, it tastes real sweet...no wait it's bitter now." She was so close to being in a lustful daze, but it didn't stop her from polishing off her fingers, licking it like a popsicle until the cum had been cleaned up into her mouth. The sweetness was worth the small loss of a slightly bitter aftertaste to her, and soon it was worth the same to Rebecca as she cleaned off her own hands out of curiosity. The sounds of two women sucking off their fingers would have gotten Darel hard once more if his incubus form didn't keep him mostly stiff and ready for another round of insemination.
Eventually, Rebecca and Denise noticed too, their noses picking up the wonderful smell that he was giving off as he sat there wondering if he should ask for a blowjob. Did he always smell this wonderful? Denise wondered to herself as she slid herself forward, finding herself moving her face closer to his crotch. Darel wouldn't have time to ask as she pressed herself right onto his crotch, taking a nice deep whiff as it further took over her senses. Her body was moving on her own, with the grace of an alligator trying to go straight, but her lust being the equivalent of a train trying to stop while going downhill.
Darel moaned as Denise started licking his tip, her pupils growing as the cock became her world. Rebecca could only watch, wondering herself how someone could go from naught to a hundred this quickly as more of his member became engulfed in Denise's maw, her tongue licking up the pre once it started flowing once more. This felt like nothing Darel had felt before, his hips wanting to thrust and ravage the warm hole he was in so bad. He grabbed Denise's shoulders, focusing on massaging them to distract himself from the overwhelming urge to pound himself into her until his movements were a blur. Eventually, he was set off, pressing hips and pulling her face to the hilt of his cock. He orgasmed right down her throat for a few seconds before feeling her hands frantically tapping his toned abdomen. He let Denise go, his last bit of cum landing on her face and making a mess of her pajama shirt as it dripped down her chin.
"Denise are you okay?" Rebecca went over to Denise's side, patting her back as she coughed and wiped her mouth. She stared at Darel, watching him pant as twinges of regret started to take over his demeanor. "Yeah, I'm alright...but that Darel...only one of us should fuck him at a time."
"Wait, why?" Rebecca said, still seeing Denise zeroing in on his cock. That damn cock...it came down her throat, and on their hands, and yet it was still stiff like last time. The smell was gone, but it stuck around in her mind like a parasite. She started slipping off her pajama pants, staring at him the entire time. "Denise, why should only one of us lewd him?"
"J-just trust me, please..." Denise had her pajama pants and underwear off at this point, scooting in front of Darel and spreading her legs for him. "Do it already, you probably want to anyways."
"I made you gag, why are you-"
"Take my virginity already!" She yelled, threatening to wake up her parents if she went any louder. He complied, Rebecca taking Denise's word and backing up until she was a few body lengths away. Darel slowly moved into position, Denise watching as he put her on her back and raised her legs. Her pussy looked untouched completely with a thin layer of arousal laying over her opening. He jerked his cock a few times before lining it up with Denise's cunt, and looking towards her for anything for him to do. She nodded, squeaking, and closing her eyes as his pole penetrated her hole for the first time. He was taking it slow, being careful to not cause her pain. Soon he had hit what felt was as far as he should go and started pulling out, his cock looking progressively wetter with each inch (few centimeters) that showed itself in the dim light of his fiery tail.
Once feeling comfortable, he started going faster, feeling Denise's tail wrapping around his like a lasso, and pulling as if she was holding his hand tightly. They both moaned quietly as he sawed his way into a steady pace, going faster as her pussy allowed. Denise reach up and gripped his shoulder, pulling his upper body closer to hers while they fucked. Her legs found themselves passed his waist, and he switched his hold onto her shoulders, holding her under while he went even faster. Their faces got close enough that they could kiss, locking lips as their bodies were intertwining more. They both tensed up all of a sudden, Darel thrusting one last time into Denise as he came into her cunt, spewing his load into her walls as she orgasmed right back onto him. Excess cum spilled out of her snatch, making a mess on the floor and on their privates as their orgasms ended soon enough.
They both stared into the eyes of each other for a while after that, Denise looking at the fire that seemed to illuminate in Darel's eyes. "This was pretty fun," she said, Darel nodding in agreement.
"I don't mean to break up such a wonderful moment," Rebecca said, fully meaning to break up such a wonderful moment, "...but I would like to point out that you two just rawdogged without me, and Denise might get pregnant."
"Rawdo...oh no!" Denise jumped out of the post-sexual hug with Darel and got up, looking at the cum dripping out of her onto the floor. Love turned to panic as she panicked, going around worrying about how her mom's gonna kill her if the dragon semen takes in her and...
"Sssssh!" Rebecca said, shushing Denise. "Don't worry, at least now we know Darel isn't too bad so I can fuck him later. Look, we can get through this mess..."
The Range, Epilogue
After the first incident, Rebecca got both of them to start fixing the possible problem. She secretly got Denise some pills to help keep her from getting pregnant and used her allowance to buy a bunch of clothes under humourous lies, one of them being she was buying a birthday present. Rebecca supplied, and Denise got them into the basement, and eventually let Darel out. Darel managed to find work and pay for his own place, getting a house walking distance from both of them. 2 months later and no one has found out about their sexual escapades at Darels house, as they always pull the blinds and set the mood before engaging in [safe] sexual intercourse.
"I'm coming again!" Darel said again as he came into Rebecca this time, only this time, he was wearing a condom from the numerous boxes Rebecca had bought for him. He pulled out, Rebecca panting as she watched the condom full of cum pop out of her pussy. "I'm...really glad this is working out..." She said, catching her breath in between words. Denise was off to the side of Darel's bed, yelping as she came from fiddling with her clit. She giggled as she watched Deral come over to her, waiting for him to put another condom on before laying him down and clambering over him. Her pussy sank easily over his cock as she descended, getting into a fast pace as she rode him like a bronco. Soon, it was another condom spent, and another turn for Rebecca to try something she had saw online.
It was a happy ending and the best sweet sixteen gift that she, and Rebecca, could have ever gotten.