The shower was running loudly - water was splashing down onto the tiles and Luz' body, which was completely naked. Amity was, frankly, intrigued by the prospect of catching a glimpse of the human's nude frame, but she was not as interested in exposing herself to that great a possibility of being caught.
Her hand slowly trailed down to her nethers, sliding under her short skirt and coming to rest upon her womanhood, which, albeit covered by her pants underpants, was easily discernible as moist. The reason for that was the object held up against her face. A smell so potent and undeniably masculine, that somehow possessed the ability to overwrite all her senses and simply throw her in a loop of lust, these panties exuded it so greatly that Amity could not help but think that Luz never did anything about the liquids leaking from her member.
How nasty she was, that human… And yet her overpowering musk was making Amity do these things that she, frankly, would have never done. Rubbing her pussy with her hand, sniffing the used panties of another student - the Futanari woman, no less - and doing that in the gym locker room, the top student was really pushing her luck, but she lacked the ability to restrain herself.
That smell, that sensation, coming over her as a result of the inhalation of that strong musk… It was divine. A small voice in her head, the reasonable one, was berating her constantly for doing that, because the Futanari woman, of all the options, was the worst one, and then she was also really grating on her nerves by, only sometimes, getting to match her, grade-wise, or even outdo her.
Yet the unbelievable musk of the heavily tanned, voluptuous Futanari was so powerful that it washed away these apprehensions and made Amity very agreeable. In fact, she was in the best of moods shortly after getting a good whiff of it. After rubbing her stained panties in her face, though, she was in heaven.
So lost in her musings was she, that she did not notice as Luz walked out of the shower - which remained turned on - as if looking for something. What it was soon became irrelevant, for her eyes ended up falling upon Amity's frame, slightly wobbling in unison with her movements, as she masturbated while inhaling the smell of the human Futanari's underwear.
Luz found herself feeling as though this was a great opportunity. Amity's body was very pleasant to the eye, especially those fat tits of hers. They really looked quite out of place, in a sense, on that lithe frame, mainly due to the fact that her waistline was probably narrower than each of her thighs, but that did not concern the human Futanari. No, in fact, it really excited her.
Her hand passed by the towel, which had been her initial target, and slowly crawled over to her phone. Fortunately, it had power, even after a long day of Hexside and learning, which meant the plan that had sprouted into her mind would go off without a hitch. Tapping her home button the specific way to bring up the camera, she lined the shot, and clicked.
Amity froze, as though she was a deer in the headlights of a massive, twelve ton truck - even if that equation was lost on her - but the important thing was that she had realized something had happened. Her eyes slowly moved, widened beyond what would be considered normal, her face gaining on an unhealthy pale, and her eyebrows rising up along her forehead.
As soon as the top student saw Luz, who was stark naked, her voluptuous body glistening with water, Amity took note of the most important detail. Her hand was holding onto her phone, and there was a very naughty smile on her face.
The top student at Hexside scrambled, slamming her legs into one another and putting her hands behind her back, hoping to avoid detection - to have the situation be far less compromising than it had been, so that Luz would not absolutely ruin her day, but Amity could tell it was fruitless. The expression on the Futanari woman's face had been enough indication that it was all over before the top student even had a chance at attempting anything.
"What'cha doing, Amity?" Asked Luz in the most innocent manner possible, even though whatever ill will, or, rather, devious plan was easily discernible within her tone, and cocked her head to the side, holding onto her phone.
Amity grit her teeth and tried to come up with an excuse, or an explanation, or, at the very least, some kind of rationalisation, but, unfortunately, she came up empty. However, as she struggled to do just that, her eyes, beady with worry, glanced over Luz one more time, and took in the sight.
Large, plush breasts, each as big, if not bigger, than her head, full, luscious lips, a narrow waistline, broad hips and thick thighs. All covered in the bronze sheen of a heavy tan, with the exception of the spots where she had kept her swimsuit on, leaving lines that seemed to underline her physical charms. The most impressive thing, the most enticing, was definitely the massive schlong hanging down between her legs, behind it sagging a pair of wrinkly testicles. The foreskin was so plentiful it was like a curtain, draped over the tip, and there was a monstrously thick bush of black pubic hair that seemed unbearably appealing.
"I- I was just leaving!" Amity stammered as she got up quickly, deciding that she could not handle this encounter, even if there was such an appealing thing in front of her. Fortunately, Luz had soaped herself up, judging by the distinct lack of that overpowering musk, and that maybe made it easier for the top student to manage her escape attempt… Although the sight of the strands of armpit hair peeking out from beneath Luz' arms really made it barely manageable.
"So soon?-" The heavily tanned Futanari woman inquired, making a step forward. Holding her phone out, screen facing Amity, she showed her the photo that had been taken. "-Things seemed to be getting good, though!" Exclaimed Luz and her smile only grew more pronounced.
Amity shuddered at the sight of herself, legs open wide in an unbelievably lewd display of carnal desire. Her hand was furiously rubbing at her pussy, pleasuring her in the basest way possible, while her other limb was pushing Luz' stained panties into her face. The look in her eyes was absolutely abhorrent. It was as if she was drunk, thoroughly opiated by the heavy musk, and nothing but the sensations derived by the feverish rubbing of her hand.
The smell came flooding back, or, rather, the memory of that fantastic aroma, and Amity looked to Luz' mischievous expression.
"Wha- Why did you take a picture?!" Indignantly, the young miss Blight inquired, doing her best to appear as disappointed as possible, rather than distraught, which might have worked, had she not ended up being like an open book for Luz.
"To share with my friends, of course!" Answered the human Futanari, and Amity felt a freezing chill run up her spine.
Share with her friends? Luz did not have many friends in Hexside. In fact, she was not really all that scalable, due to the fact that a large number of students held the belief, which Amity was partial to, that humans were lesser. What Luz was doing now was very indicative of how low she was, because the consequences of her showing that picture to anybody would be abhorrent for Amity.
"No!-" She cried out, making a step forward, reaching with her hand to grab the phone and make it disappear. Luz giggled and pulled her own hand back, stopping Amity's attempt. "-You can't do that!" Exclaimed the young Witch, feeling her legs become wobbly and her stomach turning. She could not believe that Luz would do such a horrible thing, compromising her future, which she had sacrificed so much for…
"I totally can!-" Replied the Futanari woman, her grin so filled with devious intent that it was apparent that she was going to propose something… But what would it be? Amity's mind was wracked by nervousness as she waited, expecting Luz to make a statement. "- But I might not do it, if you do something for me."
The young Witch weighed her options. She could refuse, which was what she wanted to do, seeing as succumbing to Luz' demands and falling under her influence would mean she was no longer top dog, and her superiority would be thoroughly destroyed - for herself. On the other hand, not doing that thing the Futanari woman was going to request would mean that Amity was going to lose her status and any respect she had garnered, and an incredible number of doors and opportunities would be forever locked for her. Her personal achievements and hard work would become meaningless in the face of this stain on her reputation.
She gulped, finding herself stuck with a lump down her throat. Amity weighed her options carefully, considering everything else that could be considered, and she saw no true means of avoiding that issue. If she could get Luz' phone, then she would have no problem removing the threat, but… Well, Luz was far more fit, physically, and she was also very tricky. That would be difficult to do.
"Fine…" With great reluctance, Amity agreed, sitting down on the bench and slumping in a defeated manner. Luz' smile was bright and filled with a nasty kind of joy, one that came at the expense of others. It was not an elation owed up to proving one's excellence, nor a harmless cheerfulness, no, it was a most foul type of happiness.
"Great!-" The Futanari woman clasped her hands together and made a step closer to Amity. The young Witch laid her eyes upon that most immaculate thing about Luz, that huge, throbbing cock, and she realized it was growing. "-Now then, play with my dick!"
"What?!" Amity almost pulled back in revulsion, disgusted by the presented request. Inwardly, most of her mind was screaming at her to run, but that little rational bit was telling her to remain, otherwise her life would be ruined. An even smaller bit of her was telling her to grab that heavy schlong and immediately do as she was told, but that part of her was the irrational, lust fueled one… The one she should not listen to.
"You heard me. Play with my cock!-" Reiterated Luz, thrusting her hips forward, making her girthy shaft bounce. That act was so obscene, Amity almost fell over the bench as she pulled back in disgust. However, the rational part of her mind was overwhelmed by that naughty one, and the sheer vulgarity of it started affecting the young Witch. "- Or I'm showing that photo to everyone!" Reminded Luz, as if she was convincing Amity that this was the better end of the bargain.
Young miss Blight gulped and found herself breathing too quickly to remain properly calm. Her heart was beating fast, and sweat was dripping down her body, even if it was most covered by her clothes.
"Fine…" She growled, and moved herself a bit closer. Still seated on the benches, she looked at that fat, veiny protrusion in Luz' pelvis, and found a part of herself admiring it. It was massive, definitely, thicker than her wrist, even while flaccid, and about as long as half her forearm. It was brutal, and its obscene appearance was somewhat uplifting, in all the wrong ways.
"Good girl. Come on, now!" Goaded, further, Luz, making one more step forward, her cock and balls wobbling as a result of the movement. Amity shuddered as she caught a whiff of that musk. It was coming from the Futanari schlong in front of her, even if it was immaculately cleaned and, had its surface not been so rough, it might have even gleamed in the light of the lamps.
Amity reached up with her hand and touched Luz' cock, feeling an overwhelming degradation wash over her. It was so wrong to do this, especially in that situation, and yet she was doing it. Her svelte fingers, their pale flesh, looked so out of place, wrapped around that darkened, rough and meaty thing…
And yet it was not just that. It was also soft, in the most incredible manner possible, and it was also hot. That heat was so overbearing, so splendid, that it seemed to spread out over the whole of Amity's body and sink down between her legs. She found herself pushing her thighs into one another, and pursing her lips with great intensity.
Her other hand reached out, as if of its own accord, and cupped one of Luz' massive testicles. The sheer fact that they were draped in such saggy scrotum flesh was scintillating as all Hell, but the most ludicrous thing was that they were both bigger than an eyeball… And way heavier, too. That weight was so real, so total, so pleasant to feel, though, that it barely even mattered. It seemed to exude some kind of great strength, some power - just how heavy these nuts were, it meant they were full of some hyper-potent sperm.
Amity closed her eyes and stopped moving her hands, for just a moment. Shaking her head in an attempt to get these thoughts to leave her mind, she opened them again, and looked at the gruesome cock in her palms, the beautiful frame of the Futanari woman before her, and the lewd, evil expression on her pretty face.
"Hey, peel back my foreskin." Luz offered, and that made Amity's heart skip a beat. Why? Well, because she found that set of words to be overwhelmingly lewd. But, not only that, she also knew that under the prepuce was housed the smelliest part of the penis… And she really liked the smell of Luz' cock.
The sensation of the Futanari woman's huge member growing more and more rigid, as well as increasing in size as Amity barely moved her hands over its ridiculous length, was more than enough to make her feel something. Coupling that with that musk would make her lose her mind, no doubt, and yet…
Luz' own hands wrapped around those of Amity, and guided them. Up to the foreskin covered cockhead, then slightly squeezing, only to then pull back. Amity's eyes widened as the sight revealed itself before her.
"Gross!" She squealed, giving in to the momentary repulsion that was instinctually caused.
The entirety of the Futanari woman's cockhead was covered in smegma. Thick, nearly solid cream, of a sickeningly muted yellow colour, that displayed chunks of itself, intertwined with bits of pubic hair. It reeked, and the stench wafted off of it with such immense potency that Amity found herself tearing up, slightly gagging… And getting turned on beyond all reason.
"I knew you'd like that, Amity!-" Exclaimed Luz, letting go of the top student's hands and placing hers on her hips. The young miss Blight kept holding onto that girthy cock, slightly squeezing it, frozen in shock. The mixture of disgust and unbelievable arousal had left her uncertain as to how to move on, but the sensation of her pussy's folds clamping down upon themselves was indicative of a great inward desire to continue. "- Go on, jerk it back and forth! And fondle my balls a bit!" Luz instructed her, with a tone of voice that was completely inappropriate for the situation. It was as if she was being friendly and supportive of her companion in some new endeavour, when, in reality, it was something totally different.
Yet Amity could not find it within herself to stop. In fact, she did not want to - even her rational part was inclined to continue playing with that stinky cock, if only because she would get to blast herself with the ludicrous smell for a little longer. Her pussy was so wet that lubricant was literally leaking out of it… And Amity loved it.
Her hand moved, slowly, over the surface of the Futanari woman's girthy cock, pulling at the loose flesh and covering the tip in the prepuce, only to then reverse the direction and peel it open, uncovering the smegma-ridden thing. It was almost like playing peek-a-boo with a baby, only the baby was her own self, because every time she saw that grimy pileup, she felt electricity running up her spine.
With her other hand she groped Luz' balls, enjoying their immense warmth and wondering to herself just how much of the chunky smegma was dried up cum, and, if it was, how easily did the Futanari woman's shaft leak? Did it leak, at all, or did it spray, like a geyser?
Amity massaged them earnestly, her hand buried in the thick pubes, even though she kept an expression of utter disgust and disdain plastered on her face. She could not let Luz know that she was enjoying this, that the smell was melting her brain and turning her into a hyper obedient slave… She shuddered as that thought crossed her mind, and her pace increased. Luz was softly moaning as a result of her ministrations, but now she started letting her voice out more.
"Haah- Damn, bitch, you're gonna milk me dry!" Exclaimed Luz, the vulgar words she used coming off as a surprise, yet they appeared far more in line with the situation that was currently unravelling. Amity felt as though the Futanari woman had totally gone off and was enjoying herself tremendously, as was evident by the rigid schlong's pulsations.
It was so unbelievable that Amity could scarcely wrap her head around it. It was not just a simple pecker, but, rather, a massive, monster of a cock that was so thick and gruesome it would have been better fitted to an abomination, or maybe some other unsightly fiend. The top student put her whole body into the handjob, moving fast and squeezing with as great a force as her gentle hands could allow. She felt light headed, her vision was a little wobbly, and her pussy ached with need.
Gritting her teeth, Amity kept jerking Luz off, with the latter her hands around her own massive tits and groping herself, squeezing her nipples and biting her lip.
"I'm cumming- Shit!" The Futanari woman exclaimed as her cock's bend appeared to become even more pronounced, and it seemed to be pointing at the ceiling even though Amity was holding it perpendicular to its owner's body. The veins running over it bulged out as an intense amount of blood rushed forth, and the urethra gaped ominously.
In the last moment before disaster, Amity realized that she had to retain the appearance of someone not enjoying this, and so she pushed Luz' girthy, prone to blowing cock to the side, which seemed to do the trick.
The heavily tanned girl threw her head back and let out a scream that was, most likely, audible even from outside the locker room. Her cock bounced once, then her saggy balls clenched, clambering up along her loosely hanging scrotum in an instant, slamming against the base of her turgid shaft, and a rope of thick, gooey white cum whistled past Amity's head. It really did look like a shoe-lace, flying out of Luz' urethra and splashing over the floor.
Amity was enchanted by this, totally. Another thick shot was fired off by the Futanari woman, her back arched so greatly it looked as though she would fall over if the top student let go of her cock. It sounded just like potatoes falling into boiling oil, and it was, strangely, so overwhelming arousing that the young Witch felt her body spasm as a third shot of Luz' cum flew out of her shaft and splashed onto the floor. Amity knew she had come, if only a little, and a heavy blush adorned her cheeks, as the viciously exploding cock in her hands continued twitching and blowing its ridiculous load.
Finally, the only thing coming out of Luz' shaft was slowly oozing out of her urethra. The Futanari woman was breathing heavily, a great satisfaction written upon her face. The floor was covered in cum, and the stench of the thick substance was so bewilderingly pleasant, for Amity's nose, that it was, probably, the reason she, herself, had orgasmed.
"Sheesh, Amity, you're a real cock-magician! Definitely top of your class!" Exclaimed Luz, clasping her hands together and smiling broadly. Amity was about to say something, but noticed that her legs were slightly spread open, and, thus, her wet pussy was visible through the fabric, so she, instead, pushed her thighs against one another.
Suddenly, something else started coursing through Luz' cock. Amity felt it, just the same way her cum had blasted through her urethra, although it was a bit different. And then a transparent yellow liquid started leaking out of her cum-slit, splashing onto the puddle of ejaculate on the ground. The young Witch was stupefied as she held onto the urinating cock, the stench of Luz' piss totally unrivalled by anything. It was properly repulsive, and unfathomably foul.
The worst thing was that she seemed to have saved up all day, and by the time she was done the puddle had tripled in size. Piss, cum, and pubic hair, as well as God knows what else...
"Now, just clean up and we'll be done for today!" With that, she pulled her cock out of Amity's hand and walked over to stop the shower. The pool of bodily fluids was vile and utterly disgusting, so Amity had no qualms about it needing to be removed.
"Fine." The top student agreed to be the one to clean up, and, as she got up off the bench, a little clumsily, due to her intention of hiding the fact she had reached a climax of her own, she could not help but revel in the intense aroma of Luz' cum. Her eyes scanned the locker room, and she noted that there was no mop. Just as she started walking towards the door, the Futanari woman returned.
"Hey, what're you doing?" The Futanari woman asked, suspicion written over her face. Her hand was still holding onto the phone, and Amity felt threatened once more.
"I'm looking for a mop…" She explained herself, to which Luz laughed.
"Nah, bitch, you're not cleaning with a mop. On the floor, with your tongue.-" Amity looked at Luz with such incredulity on her face that it was evident this was not likely to happen. At least, so hoped the top student, for she really did not want to even consider doing that thing. However, the Futanari woman looked as though she was serious. "Just lap it all up!" Said Luz, reiterating.
"No way." Retorted Amity, shaking her head vehemently. It was all well and good, or, at least, as well and good as blackmail was, to get her meaty cock played with, but that demand was totally outlandish. It was called filth for a reason, and, unlike smegma, it was not… Well, now that she thought about it, there was not much of a distinction between dick cheese and that puddle on the floor.
"Yes way, you wench!-" Stated the Futanari woman, holding the phone up, the compromising photo still on-screen. "-You do that, and I'm not sharing. But you skirt? You'll be known all over, not only the school, but the Boiling Isles themselves!"
Amity wanted to bite back with words of her own, but realized she could not. Maybe she could cast some spell to solve the problem that she had ended up in? That thought left her head as soon as it had appeared. Luz had a grasp of magic, and her master was, well, Eda, the Owl Lady. No trickery would work - and, even if she did manage to escape, that photo would still be on Luz' phone.
She balled up her fists and closed her eyes, gritting her teeth and hating herself for making this mistake. The feeling of tears welling up within her ocular organs was not pleasant, but crying it out, to alleviate the unpleasantness of that, would not help. Amity opened her eyes and wiped them with her sleeve.
Steeling her resolve, she thought of just how demeaning and degrading that was. How obscene, how vulgar and how wrong it was. She shuddered as she knelt down, her hands at the sides of the puddle, her eyes narrowed in disgust. It was wrong, definitely, because that was all nasty stuff that came from the human's body. It was dirty, because it was on the floor, which… Which got cleaned more than thrice a day, frankly, but it was still the floor.
Amity looked up at Luz, hoping for mercy, but the tanned woman nodded, pointing downwards. With a sigh, she lowered her head. The stench was overwhelming, making her nose scrunch up and her lungs burn up. She wanted to cough, to get rid of it all, but doing so would only make her immediate future more difficult.
It was wrong, but… Well, she also peed. She also had pubic hairs. Had she a penis, she would have also had cum. She was not dirty - well, maybe she was a little dirty, but not enough to warrant being called such - and, by extension, her pee, or pubic hairs, would not be dirty. Sure, they might be unpleasant - much like the smell of ammonia that assailed her nose and drowned out her other senses, thrusting her brain into a fog that made it hard to think.
Her nose was barely a centimeter away from the mixture of urine, ejaculate and pubic-hair, as well as floor. It was foul, vile, totally unacceptable… But, on a biological level, it would not be harmful, right? She would not die if she did this. She might want to puke, but she would not be sick, right? Well, maybe if the floor was exceptionally dirty, but the hygiene in Hexside was really quite top notch.
Yes, all that made sense to her. So it was not something thoroughly wrong - even if it was absolutely impermissible to do - and she could do it. She was not some bottom feeding wretch that needed to do that to survive, no, she was… Well… She was being forced to do it, otherwise her dreams would be ruined. Her hopes and dreams, what she wanted to be, her existence itself, would be altered thoroughly if she did not do it.
Amity opened her mouth, allowing her tongue to loll out. It was so difficult to lower herself that extra millimeter she needed to, but… She had to. It was for her future, for her being, because, if she did not do it, her life would have been for naught!
Luz' leg planted itself against the back of Amity's head, pushing it down into the puddle. The young Witch tried pushing herself up, but the sudden blast of smell, the feeling of the piss and cum slathering her face, and the fact that her nose, mouth and tongue were completely soaked in it made her so weak she could not do that. She whined in desperation, and surrendered herself to her fate.
Rationalizing the act of lapping up piss and cum off the floor was challenging. Even as her tongue dipped into the puddle, and she started doing it, Amity still could not truly keep herself in the delusion that this was not wrong. It felt so inappropriate, it felt so fundamentally incorrect, and her body even agreed with her, sending her guts in a tangle of knots, her stomach growling loudly and her esophagus contracting violently… But she did it anyway.
Somewhere, at the back of her mind, in the deepest recesses of the shadow that dwelled within every sapient being, something ticked. It was that same thing that made her feel good whenever she inhaled the overwhelming musk of Luz' cock, the same thing that provoked her into rubbing her cunny while seated a few meters away from the woman whose panties she had nicked.
It was horrible. She hated it. The unbelievable inefficiency was only matched by the intensity of her arousal, as her pussy dripped while she lapped at the floor, gulping down the piss, cum and any other thing that might have ended up in there. She shuddered constantly, her body kept convulsing, but, by the end of it, she could not tell if it was from disgust or pleasure.
Amity counted the days from that evening with a somber realization that Luz had not deleted the picture. It was still there, on her phone, and it loomed like a terrifying curse, one that could not be undone by anyone but the one who had cast it. When the note ended up on her desk, she had read it, and had suspected what was to come.
'Meet me behind the Owl House, after school.
Remember, that or I share!'
She had no craving to do it. In fact, she wanted to do everything else, but not this. She wanted to rekindle her friendship with Willow and have her parents absolutely explode at her, be as mad as they wanted, and still, it would be better than this. She wanted to get totally outdone by somebody and get bested by another Witch, who would make her feel bad for being inferior, rather than this.
And yet there she was, walking towards the Owl House, feeling a rush of emotions entwining within her. On the one hand, she was mortified. There was no want in her to do this. Every single rational part of her was thoroughly upset, and she felt as though her very instincts were kicking into fight or flight, and picking flight, in hopes of making her pounce and flee. However, there she was, walking towards it. There was going to be no fighting, no nothing. It was, maybe, some strange kind of being unable to react to this whole thing - not freezing, but, rather, giving in completely.
On the other hand, though, that unspeakable thing deep within her was pushing her forward. That little itch in her womanhood, that little perverse longing for Luz' musk… Amity had not smelled the Futanari woman's stench in seven days. Sure, she had gotten a whiff of it every now and again, but it was so muted and distant, and it seemed as if her tormentor was purposefully trying to avoid letting any of her aroma reach the top student, which only made it harder to handle.
She sneaked up on the Owl House, as she needed to, otherwise she would alert Hooty, and then things would become worse than they already were, and her eyes landed upon Luz' form.
The Futanari woman was as incredible as always, but, this time, she was far more breathtaking. Her outfit was so inappropriate, it simply screamed of… Of sex. Of lewdity, of lecherous activities late at night, around the least reputable inns and taverns. Her legs were clad in fluffy fur boots, with ridiculously high heels, that reached up to her knees, her booty and cock barely fit into a pair of shorts that made as valiant an effort to cover as little of her thighs as possible, which left her schlong hanging out in an unreasonably appealing manner, and her legs, themselves, were covered by fishnets that looked as though they were one size too small. The thick bush was simply peeking out from under the short shorts, and the smell of her armpits was discernible from that far away already.
"Ah, there you are!-" Exclaimed Luz, smiling brightly. "- I was beginning to think you were cool with me sharing that photo." She added, placing her hands behind her head. Her hair had been thoroughly bleached, to the point that it was white now, though there were a few streaks of light blue. Her full lips were covered in white lipstick, and her eyes were shadowed by that same white. The make-up was excessive, and yet it looked so enchanting, coupled with her tanned skin...
"I'm not…" Amity retorted, trying to look away from Luz' massive chest, straining against her crop-top that really only covered her huge tits. Large hoops hung off of the Futanari woman's ears, topping it all off. She really was something, especially her cock.
"Aight, that's why you're here, though.-" Luz stated and pointed down towards her monstrous shaft. The turgid thing was half-erect already, but what really made Amity's heart flutter was the obvious accumulation of filth all over it. Not only had the smegma gotten so bad that it was peeking out from underneath the curtain-like prepuce, but strands of pubic hair literally hung off from behind the foreskin. "-I think you can smell 'em, though."
Indeed, Amity could smell it. It was unbelievably rancid, horrible and repulsive, yet all three of those things did not actually mean what they normally did. That massive cock, with its heavy, unnaturally swollen, saggy balls, was aromatic, wonderful and attractive. So appealing it was, in fact, that the young Witch felt her pussy's lips clench.
"It's filthy…" She observed, realizing that, perhaps, this time she would not get off with just playing around. Not that she had gotten off previously, but it was… Well, different, she figured. They were not pressed for time, they were at the place where Luz lived, it… It seemed as though it was going to be more degrading than even before.
"Yeah, I know.-" Luz replied, grabbing a hold of her cock and making it flail about wildly. A chunk of smegma flew off. "-But that's why I called you here. I haven't washed it since, like, last week, and your pretty little mouth was real good at cleaning piss and cum… So you'll clean it for me."
"No way…" Mouthed Amity, though even she, herself, could not tell if it was actually a statement of refusal, or if she could not believe her luck and was just expressing her astonishment. The musk she had so sorely lacked, the horrible event to the memory of which she had masturbated every night so far… It all came flooding back, and the smell just drowned out most of her inhibitions.
"Yes way, unless you suddenly changed your mind, and I can show that photo around?" Luz retorted, and Amity gulped. The musk was so potent it felt as though it was solid. As soon as she opened her mouth, she felt as though she could taste it, and she really could. It was good, in a sense, far better than the floor puddle of piss and cum, but then it was also worse, because it was exclusively warm and totally gaseous.
She fell to her knees, much to Luz' pleasure, and raised her hands meekly. The Futanari woman smiled broadly as she pulled her pants down to her knees, leaving her heavy balls to sag all the way down, a few centimeters away from being cradled in the shorts. Her cock jiggled enticingly in front of Amity, and the young Witch licked her lips. There was no getting out of this, so she took a deep breath and wrapped her fingers around Luz' member.
It was hot. It was simultaneously soft and hard. The caked up grime all over it made it feel even rougher than last time, and the already crude texture only emphasised that. The darker color of it, compared to the skin displayed on Luz' tan-lines, made it look dirtier, too. It felt sticky, and it felt heavy as all Hell… But that also made it incredible.
She slowly moved her hands back, peeling the foreskin off of the tip, and, as she did that, a wave of Luz' musk splashed her in the face, almost knocking her out right then and there. Her hands themselves ended up buried in the thick bush of pubes, the sweaty sensation making her uncertain of how she should feel, yet the smell coupled with it left her with no choice. Going cross-eyed, Amity felt her body spasming, her pussy convulsing violently and her panties growing sodden with liquids.
Compared to a week ago, this was a whole landfill worth of smegma. It had grown so chunky, so foul in appearance, that she figured there was no way Luz had not actually felt pain as Amity had pulled back the prepuce. It bulged out obscenely, and the different levels of crystallization made it look even more disturbing. Solid chunks, cream, almost watery - there were all variations of it.
"Come on, it won't clean itself, you dumb broad!" Urged Luz, clapping her hands against one another, as if to get Amity's attention. The latter looked up at the Futanari woman, and, while it was difficult to make out her expression from beyond her humongous tits, the young Witch could tell that her blackmailer was excited.
She opened her mouth, scrunching up her nose in an attempt to lessen the amount of rancid musk that would end up in her brain, but that was not going to do anything. Amity could already tell her mind had been thoroughly fucked up by Luz' stinky cock, and it could only go up.
Her plush lips found themselves wrapping around the tanned woman's tip, and, as soon as that happened, she gagged. The texture discrepancy between the areas that had no gunk on them, versus the spots covered by smegma, was appalling. It was similar in feeling to biting down on a piece of chicken, expecting it to be solid and well cooked, only to find out it was raw, and instead of the satisfying pseudo-crunch of a normal bite, it gives out a wet squelching sound.
Amity managed to hold the contents of her stomach inside her stomach, in no small part due to the fact that the smell itself, as well as the taste, were making her crave more… And so she continued moving. Her lips enveloped the entirety of the smegma-covered cockhead of Luz' girthy member, and her tongue started flailing about. No matter how hard she wanted to get this over with, she still could not stop herself from physically cringing at the irregularities of the texture.
However, slowly, as her pussy grew wetter and wetter, owed up to the incredible musk of Luz' humongous cock, as well as the sheer realization of her own situation, Amity started making progress beyond just lapping up the very liquidy bits and managing to wash them down with her saliva.
Her tongue's tip started chipping away at the chunky formations of solid cum and piss, and, as they found their way down her throat, her gagging grew more and more pronounced, to the point of it being the only sound she could hear, other than Luz' stifled moans of pleasure. The tanned Futanari woman was really enjoying herself, her hands having found their way around her massive tits, massaging the flesh mounds through the fabric of her top in a sensual manner.
Amity realized that she was enjoying it, as well. Not in the conventional manner, no, but there was definitely a great deal of pleasure that she was deriving from the ordeal. Whether it was because of the fact her mind had been totally altered by the borderline opium-esque smell of Luz' cock, or because of the way she was experiencing her degradation, the young Witch could not exactly tell… But that did not matter.
She liked it. She did not want to admit it to herself, and so she did pin the blame on the current situation, rather than herself, but she was pleased. Luz gasped, and she dug her fingers into her nipples. Her cock swelled up, and the telltale sensation of a liquid coursing through her shaft alerted Amity to the fact that the Futanari woman was going to ejaculate. The fact that Luz did not do so herself, like last time, meant that she wanted to cum in the young Witch's mouth, or it was just a super powerful orgasm.
To her surprise, Amity felt content with experiencing the torrent of semen first-hand, so she kept the tip of Luz' girthy member in her mouth, while holding onto its base with her hands. The human threw her head back and screamed loudly - so loudly, in fact, that it would have been impossible not to be heard by anything in a five kilometer radius. Her balls flailed as they scrambled to reach up, and the scalding hot, smelly liquid started gushing out of her piss-slit.
Amity's eyes widened, as the amount was far greater than anticipated - even though she thought she had expected to face an ejaculation of the magnitude of what had previously been displayed by Luz - and that meant she would not be able to fit all the cum in her mouth. Thus, the first rope splashed against the back of her throat, completely filling her oral cavity, which was already nearly at capacity due to the sheer size of the Futanari woman's cock.
As Amity scrambled to pull Luz' schlong out of her mouth, while she, herself, shuddered in bliss from the taste and smell of the freshly milked first shot, another blast of cum splattered into her mouth, however, due to the lack of space, it sprayed through, past her lips and Luz' cock, onto her pelvis.
Finally ripping the throbbing schlong out of her oral cavity, Amity's face was splashed by another thick rope of cum, while her nose was assailed by the manly stench of Luz' ejaculate. Young miss Blight found herself coughing violently as her hair got slathered in the following shots that slid past the human's urethra, while the latter's cries slowly died down as her cock grew flaccid.
"Holy… Holy fuck, you suck dick real good!-" Exclaimed Luz, leaning against the wall of the Owl House. She looked beat, with tears running down her sides, ruining her make-up in an incredibly scintillating manner. Amity lapped up the cum that had ended up on her own face, feeling as though the praise that was being heaped upon her was… Deserved, but very crudely presented. She tried to look at the human with scorn, but, at best, she might have managed to appear annoyed. "-But, damn, bitch, you almost made me shit myself. My ass needs to be calmed down, so eat it!"
As she said that, Luz turned around and planted her hands on the wall, presenting her bountiful bottom to Amity. The gaping anus was a sight that the latter had not expected to see today, but it looked very enticing. Its flesh was a different, muted color, compared to Luz' skin overall, and it was super wrinkled. The ring winked at her in such a disturbing manner that the young Witch found herself flinching away in momentary confusion and fright.
Amity's hands wrapped around the human's bountiful rear and she took a deep breath, extending her tongue and closing her eyes as she followed the order, without even thinking about it.
It was… Unique, definitely. The sensation of the wrinkly surface against her tongue was very unnerving, but the uncannily great arousal she felt made it manageable. Not only that, but it maybe even made it more appealing. Under normal circumstances, this would have been absolutely disgusting, but as her lust-addled mind failed to properly assess the situation, Amity found herself growing more and more needy.
She dug her tongue into Luz' ass, swirling it about and making sure to go over everything at least twice. Why, she could not tell, but it could have been because of the fact that she was such a perfectionist. Or, maybe, because of the fear of being unveiled to the world as a sick pervert. Perhaps the reason was that she, herself, liked doing it. In any case, Amity could not allow herself to have a single defined reason, otherwise it would have totally shattered who she was as a person - or so she thought.
"Done!" The young Witch exclaimed as she pulled back, allowing her hands to slide down Luz' feet and land at her sides. Amity could not tell why, but she felt somewhat giddy, as if expecting to be complimented again. To be told just how superior she was, to be rewarded, in a twisted way, for her degrading performance. At the very least, it would mean she was safe - her future would not be compromised.
"That's good, Amity.-" Stated Luz, pushing herself off the wall and turning around. Her hand wrapped around her cock, which was now flaccid, and aimed it down at the young Witch. "-I wanna pee, though." With that as warning - which was not, at all, enough - she unleashed her bladder's contents upon the top student.
Amity yelped in shock, raising her hands in an attempt to protect herself, only to stop before doing so. No, she could not do that, because it was not what Luz would have wanted. Luz wanted to degrade her completely, she figured, and, thus, protecting herself was going to be against the human's wishes, which meant that she was going to be more likely to share the photo.
To Amity's own shock, she just let it happen. As the translucent yellow liquid, warmer than her own skin, splashed all over her, as the scent invaded her nostrils and merged with the already contentious smell of Luz' shit, cum and smegma, the young Witch felt… Good. And not just good, she felt far better than she had ever felt.
Her hands slid down to her pussy, and started rubbing it through the fabric. It was so hot, that thing that was happening to her… Not the urination exclusively, but the collective situation as a whole. She was being knocked so far down that she was barely anything at all… It made her whole body quake with elation.
"Aah…-" Luz moaned as the cascade of piss came to an end, and she shook her cock to get the last few drops out of the way. "-That was good. You know, Amity, you're going to be my personal toilet from now on. Cum, piss - whatever I want. Understood?"
The young Witch was still rubbing her cunny through the fabric of her panties, but she nodded. That was it, that was what it was all about. Her being nothing, her being so small and so insignificant that she would be easily equated to the foulest, least pleasant thing imaginable - a toilet.
"Cast a spell on yourself to appear presentable. Clean, nice smelling - you know. But, if I look at you, I should see you the way you are. A nasty, filthy bitch, stinking the whole school up to the heavens. You got that?"
"Yes." Shakily, she replied. There was piss on her face, on her lips - and as she spoke, some of it leaked into her mouth. The fog over her brain was slowly lifting, as she came to realize that this would be the end of their meeting today, and the way her perception had been altered by lust ceased to be.
Amity was unable to move, frozen in total shock. Her palms were splayed, open and upward facing, displaying her helplessness and submissiveness. It was not out of want, but a reality that had to be addressed. She could not do anything. She had, effectively, become nothing when compared to Luz, for the latter wielded such incredible power over her there was no comparison to be made.
She felt tears running down her cheeks as she got up and started walking home. Amity was crying, but not because of the reason she would have thought she was going to be. It was because she was horny beyond anything she had ever experienced before.
As the days passed, things kept moving at a similar pace.
Amity received a gift - a suit, of sorts, similar to what Luz had worn behind the Owl House. Fluffy boots with ridiculously high heels, fishnets, short shorts, a top that barely covered anything, a pair of gloves that looked like cat's paws, a can of spray-tan and hair care products, mostly paint. It was really naughty, just considering what was about to happen, as she opened the box, and then, as she stripped and put on the skimpiest underwear she had, she found herself getting turned on.
Her skin, now bronzed like that of Luz, felt as though it was far more sensitive than before, though that had nothing to do with the spray-tan… Or so Amity thought. It could have had something to do with the fact that she was constantly horny, or, at the very least, felt a desire to do things of a lecherous nature.
The fact that the boots she had received were filled with dried up cum, which smelled magnificently appealing, did not help, either. Nor did the reality of her situation. She would go to Hexside, clad in those revealing clothes, she would constantly be on edge due to the fact that she was wearing that kind of garments, and she felt as though any Witch with even half a brain would be able to tell that she had cast an appearance altering spell, and all they would need to do was cast a sight spell, to uncover her secret.
That fright she felt only made it more exciting, though. Not only that, though, but it was conducive to the encounters with Luz. Amity would go to school a bit earlier, to meet up with the human, only to have the latter ejaculate all over her, mostly in her bleached hair, and, sometimes, piss all over her. The state of the top student, who managed to remain the top student, even though this was happening to her, was absolutely reprehensible.
She felt sick to her stomach in the rare moments of solitude which allowed her to contemplate her situation, and she was not hornier than a bitch in heat. She constantly flicked the bean, she could not help herself. The musk of Luz, now almost permanently glued to her, was absolutely amazing. On top of all that, she was no longer grooming her body, allowing her armpit and pubic hairs to grow out. Amity was really starting to stink, which made her feel… Appealing, in a sense.
Another week since the first encounter had passed, and the two were going to have a little outing. Go out and see one another, do things… Amity could not quite tell what they were going to be doing, considering the fact that she was, currently, Luz' cum and piss toilet, which meant she was anything but worthwhile company, and yet she was excited. Going wherever the human went meant that she would get to inhale her intoxicating aroma… And then, maybe, do other things of a similarly arousing nature.
Wearing the outfit, with her hands gloved in the fluffy cat paws, Amity really struggled to feel like herself. It was almost as if she was an entirely different person, and yet there was no great sorrow or discontentedness to haunt her. If anything, as she walked toward the meeting place, her hands slightly raised over her hips, in a ditzy manner, as she moved with a slight strut and felt good about herself, the young Witch felt as though she had changed.
Luz showed up, and young miss Blight's heart started beating far more rapidly than it had any need to. The stunning appearance of the Futanari woman, coupled with the potent musk that radiated off of her like heat off an open flame, made her irresistible for Amity. The latter did not even try to obscure her eagerness as she greeted her companion.
She had changed, yes. It was in the nature of every sapient creature to do just that. Whether it was a mental or physical change, it would happen, regardless of whether or not it was wanted. It was in the fine print of existence, that, whatever happened to somebody, at the end of the day, it was still them. Amity was still herself, she figured, but she had only changed slightly. She was still the top student at Hexside, and her hopes and dreams were not threatened by Luz.
The two of them slowly made their way through Bonesbourough, enjoying one another's company in the least decent manner possible. Amity was breathing Luz' musk in, her pussy dripping with want, whereas the Futanari woman had a hand over the young Witch's buttock, kneading at the soft flesh as if it was the finest dough.
"You're really fucking hot, Amity.-" Stated Luz, and young miss Blight could tell that there was something else. Her eyes lowered to the Futanari woman's crotch, and she saw the bulge. "-You're such a fucking slut… Come on, let's get some privacy!"
Amity followed Luz into a shady backstreet. It was totally out of anyone's way, and there was a large amount of trash strewn about. The Futanari woman led the young Witch, and the latter did not have any qualms against that. She was elated that something very lewd was about to happen. By this point, she no longer really considered Luz to be blackmailing her. It was what it was, and, frankly, Amity wanted to do those things for the human.
"Here.-" Stated Luz, leaning against the wall, behind a particularly large garbage container. The cum and piss slathered Amity stood in front of her, eyebrows slightly raised in anticipation. "-Come on, suck my dick!" Ordered Luz, pulling her short shorts down and letting her cock flop out.
It was far cleaner than it had been the previous two times, maybe because of the fact that its owner had been using it far, far more often, and definitely due to the fact that Amity had made sure it was totally lacking in smegma, back when she dealt with it.
The young Witch's mouth started drooling as soon as the stench of Luz' massive member reached her nostrils, and she dropped down to a squat. With her gentle hands, she grabbed onto the Futanari woman's fat cock, and started jerking it off, moving her palms along its rough surface, squeezing hard enough to really make the human feel it, but not enough to actually make her experience pain. The sensation of her pubic hair underneath Amity's fingers was scintillating, especially knowing that her hands would be slathered in the potent musk of the human.
Trepidation filled her entire being as she peeled back Luz' foreskin and moved closer to the exposed glans of her member. It was so beautiful, in an exclusively arousing manner, and she could barely take her eyes off it. She opened her mouth, her tongue darting out and giving the human's piss-slit a lick, getting some of her sticky pre-cum on the muscle. The taste was fantastic, and she recognized that the fire of desire inside her had grown so great she would not be able to hold back.
Her lips pressed against Luz' cock, enveloping the entirety of its tip, at which point Amity let go of the fat schlong with one hand and brought it down to her womanhood. Sliding her fingers between the short shorts she was wearing, and her pelvis, she trailed through her pubic hair until she reached her clit, and started massaging it furiously.
"Oooh! You're really good at this!" Luz moaned as Amity bobbed her head back and forth, craning her neck so as to fit as much of that fat meat inside her mouth. It was so stupendously big that she did not consider the possibility of shoving it down her throat - which would have been even hotter than just giving head - and that was fine by her.
She was enjoying this tremendously. Her other hand slid down to the very base of Luz' gruesome cock and let go, grasping for her swollen testicles. An exceptionally lewd moan made its way forth from the human's throat, and Amity felt the need to emulate her companion, thus moaning into her shaft. The vibrations, as it turned out, were very pronounced, forcing Luz' knees to buckle and one of her hands to shoot out and grab onto the young Witch's cum-stained hair.
"Damn- Haah… You're gonna suck my kids out of me!" Incredulously stated Luz, looking down past her huge breasts at Amity's bobbing head. The rigidity of her cock grew as miss Blight's movements became more and more rapid, the back of her throat meeting the tip of Luz' member with each plunge, and her hand's fingers diving into her cunt.
Amity was loving this, maybe even more-so than the receiver of the oral loving. It just felt right, in a sense. The sensation of those bulging veins pulsating inside her mouth, the taste of Luz' sweat and pre-cum, the smell of her member and body overall - it was all simply overpoweringly splendid. The brutal throbbing of the Futanari woman's cock as she neared her orgasm, the way her balls clenched, the sudden swelling of her shaft as all the blood rushed to it - it was the best thing in the world for Amity.
Luz pulled on the young Witch's hair, which prompted her to fit a little bit of her girthy member down her throat. It was only the tip, and yet it felt as though she was suffocating, as though there was no more space. Her pussy clenched, her eyes teared up, and the Futanari woman exploded inside her. The scalding hot cum splashed right down her esophagus, landing in her stomach, filling it up totally. Again and again ropes of potent seed splattered inside her, as she felt her cunny convulsing and leaking juices of the most lecherous variety, and she moaned into Luz' cock.
Amity had reached her climax off of having cum blasted down her throat, and, as the Futanari woman pulled her schlong out of the young Witch's mouth, the latter was thoroughly lightheaded, to the point of finding it difficult to perceive anything but the taste and smell of Luz' ejaculate and member.
"You're such a fucking hoe…" Stated the human, as she grabbed a hold of her softening penis, and aligned its tip with Amity's mouth. Without warning, the urethra widened and a stream of piss sprayed out of it, directly into the young Witch's oral cavity.
Instead of recoiling or coughing it up, Amity gulped it down as fast as she could. Some splashed onto the sides of her face and leaked down her chin, but most she managed to drink. The taste was nasty, far too reminiscent of ammonia to be pleasant by itself, but the situation itself, the total submission and degradation, coupled with the lust addled mental state of miss Blight, made it all feel just right.
Amity was, definitely, Luz' toilet.
