Bae’s Bog n Gob: An Odyssey

by Mad Holy

The only path forward is down. After a fling with Chloe awakens Baelz to fetishes that she had long since tried to ignore, the rat must ask herself whether she's just another seiso idol living in denial, or whether she truly is the embodiment of chaos that she's always proclaimed herself to be. [COMMISSION]

This fic began as a commission back in October of 2024. The original prompt was simply that Baelz, a rat, discovers that she likes smegma. The prompt was further workshopped from there, but the commissioner left the creative direction of this fic entirely to me. I'm thankful they had such patience and trust, because within that otherwise straightforward prompt was the opportunity for me to explore a larger theme that had slowly become essential to me and my writing for the past year or two, that of fetishism in and of itself. Now this fic is a 27k word long odyssey about sexual deviation.

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It was a special occasion. Baelz had flown into Japan for the purpose of recording an upcoming music video and just happened to encounter Chloe at the Hololive studio. Each was stressed by their respective twelve hour work days and so convened to meet the following evening to hang out and, as they so rarely had the opportunity, collab on stream. Before the scheduled time, however, the two went out to eat at an outdoor burger joint, although Baelz herself ordered a salad. Japan's weather was, as always, bipolar, the early morning sporting light rain that set the otherwise scorching summer day into a muggy, humid nightmare. Chloe, whose outfit left her armpits exposed, became a source of precipitation unto herself, her sweat having spread to form damp ringlets around her shoulderless shirt. She seemed wholly unperturbed by this, something Baelz and her discussed later as they streamed. "I have my rule," she said. "In the summer, three days without a bath is my limit." This was opposite of Baelz, who claimed to shower every day.

Baelz never questioned her own obsession with cleanliness. If she felt gross, she simply acted to fix it. However, another obsession of hers that she never rigorously questioned—if she was even that it was, indeed, an obsession—was her predilection towards the odors of other women. The scent, even of an unwashed orca, tickled her more than it repulsed. Chloe noticed this as they gamed, although it was only after the stream ended that she slid her oily palm atop Baelz's hand. "Be straight with be, Bae-chan. Do I really smell that bad?"

"Eh?" The rat shook her head. "Of course not. I don't think you smell at all."

"But, Bae-chan," Chloe raised her arm. Thin clouds of steam wafted out from her armpits as strings of sweat pulled apart. "You've been constantly looking here. Ever since we first met up."

Baelz feverishly denied. "N-No! That isn't—I wasn't…!"

"Is that right?" Chloe's hand smeared moisture along Baelz's. "You know, yesterday, too, I noticed you, Bae-chan. I didn't put on any deodorant because I didn't think I'd see any of my peers. I was really self conscious about it. Especially when I heard you sniffing." She closed the space between them, her breasts, dangling as they were within a heart-shaped window, pressing against Baelz's arm. "I wanted to test you today, so I didn't bathe, and I didn't put on any deodorant or perfume, and all day you've been looking at me."

Baelz tried to avert her eyes, crimson on her face. "I-I really… I don't think you smell. I swear."

"I see. Well I think you smell really nice." Despite her forwardness, Chloe's voice wavered. She hovered near Baelz's face, her eyes similarly averted. "If… if by any chance my smell really doesn't bother you, then would you like to… just maybe…." She caressed the rat's cheek, turning it until they were forced to confront one another's embarrassment. From up close, Chloe's idol-like features—her round nose, her posh lips, her puffy cheeks—seemed a beautiful wash of opened pores devoid of exfoliation. Baelz was mesmerized by her oily complexion, her fingers intertwining with the orca's, and closing her eyes as they kissed. Her lips were soft and pink, although slightly chapped. Baelz liked that. She found herself pressing her lips harder against the chapped lines, their scratchy texture a wanton tease. Soon Baelz felt Chloe's body with her free hand. Her left breast, of whose inner and outer folds were exposed by the trimmed linen of her top, provided a mix of cloth and flesh that, when combined, expressed the suppleness of its volume. Baelz's touch made Chloe moan, so she fondled her breast lovingly in anticipation for more of her voice, yet she found the tips of her fingers edging the folds of Chloe's armpit. There she felt firsthand the moisture which had arrested her attention all evening, and with it a temptation she had yet to understand. Without thinking, her hand gently slid from Chloe's breast and submerged itself in the girl's sweaty underarm. The rawness of her skin caught on her fingers, her blubbery flesh pulling as Baelz increased her descent.

"Umm," Chloe backed away, her hand retreating from Baelz's. "W-What are you…?"

Baelz sat still for a moment, then turned in shame. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking and just… I'm sorry."

"So I really do smell, huh?" Chloe chuckled, although it fell dead upon its own awkwardness.

"That's really not it. I swear."

Chloe looked at the rat's wet hand, then to her legs. Upon first glance they were shaking, presumably from embarrassment, but something about her manner of shaking was off, as though her thighs were rubbing together. "Senpai," Chloe said. "Do you… like it?"

Baelz made to protest, a nerve struck, but her voice came out muted once she looked at Chloe. The girl peeled the flesh of her armpit apart with two fingers, its dark pink hue glistening with perspiration. The rat had to gulp back her words and, upon recomposing herself, repeated the question. "Do I… like it?"

"My smell," Chloe specified. "Are you attracted to it?"

Baelz considered the question, but she shook her head. "I don't know. I mean, that'd be weird. Wouldn't it?"

"You really think that?" The rat didn't answer. Chloe raised her arm, exposing the whole of her armpit. "So if I were to ask you, 'Bae-chan, do you want to sniff my armpit?', you would say no?"

The human inside of Baelz screamed that this was unsanitary. Skin is skin. Nothing more. However, the animal within her—the street rat that she liked to pretend she wasn't—couldn't help but observe how Chloe's armpit resembled a richly cooked salmon, almost sizzling from the heat waves surrounding it. "No?" she finally answered.

"So you don't want to sniff my armpit?"

"N-No," she stuttered. "I meant no as in, like, no I wouldn't say no to sniffing your, um…. Yeah."

"O-Oh." They both blushed, but Chloe maintained her heightened arm. "Well, why don't you?" She turned herself so that her armpit faced Baelz, then shut her eyes. The initiative had been passed firmly to Baelz, who cautiously creeped closer to the offered underarm. Every extra inch seemed to confound the aroma of Chloe's odor which, at once, brought her hairs to a stand with its pungency, yet which also tempted her ever forwards. Soon the stench had fully intoxicated her senses, and with her nose mere centimeters from Chloe's armpit, she inhaled in small, inquisitive bursts only for greed to demand more intake, resulting in a long, audible sniff whose shamelessness lit the orca's face aflame with scarlet. With her inhibitions gone, Baelz gasped as she sniffed Chloe's armpit again and again, her nose absorbing a single bead of sweat, its liquid stink activating within the rat sensations in her loins she had never before felt.

Chloe, too, began to moan. All the blood in her body had rushed to her cheeks, the heat and embarrassment only worsening her sweaty condition; yet more blood, still, rushed to her crotch, whereupon her plaid skirt began pitching a tent. "Umm, Bae-chan," she said. "I'm getting a little bit…."

Baelz's gaze fixed itself onto Chloe's crotch and she, rather than feeling flustered, smiled devilishly. Its bulbous shape, so sweet to the eyes, seemed to foreshadow all of the conclusions that their flirtations had so innocently started—the path beyond a simple kiss; something ever sweeter. She thus lifted the hem of Chloe's skirt, slowly so as to gauge the girl's consent which was graciously confirmed with a meek nod, and thereafter folded it back onto itself until her white, dampened panties breathed the stale apartment air. There was almost too much beauty to admire: the rawness from where her panties dug into her inner thighs; the scent of vinegary sex around its precum dotted spots; the wetted indentation where the fabric slipped inside her girlhood; the stench of knee socks absorbing moisture and of thighs sticking together; of the lingering traces of summer time humidity melting cloth to flesh. All of these compounding elements set Baelz's heart ablaze. She touched at the shape inquisitively, its sudden flinches mirroring Chloe's own hitches in breath. A new desire came over her. "Chloe… may I?"

The girl shook her head. "N-No. It's not clean."

Baelz rubbed at its shape, its trembling spine a magnet to the rat's fingers. "I thought we established that this wasn't an issue."

"I mean, sweat is one thing. This is something else."

"If it's something else, then what did you hope to gain by kissing me?" Chloe said nothing. No excuse could give her current arousal plausible deniability, so she brushed a tress of hair behind her ear and held the hem of skirt so that it wouldn't unfold. Baelz smirked, then hooked her fingers into the seams of her panties. "I thought so." She pulled them down Chloe's legs, the girl having to shift her butt slightly to upend them from her weight. Greeting Baelz inside was a hooded cock, its foreskin wrinkled as its spine was tinged red, in one part from the day's heat, but, more noticeably, from an apparent and recent history of friction upon its glans. Beneath the organ's swell, a pruned pair of testes squished between her thighs, themselves folded inwards out of embarrassment. Their heft was asymmetrical, the left nut undescended, retreating into itself in anticipation, while the right side was full and round. A frazzled, ungroomed bush of silver hair ornamented the tapestry, flakes of skin and dried cum littering its bramble.

Freshly masturbated.

Heaven scented.

Arid girlcock.

Baelz licked her lips. "How cute." She leaned down and sniffed around its air. All of Chloe's habits and customs seemed to reveal themselves in her smell: the strength of her grip; the frequency of her touch; her dominant hand in its rightward bend. Baelz ran her fingers along the top of its girth, her touch light and teasing. "Tell me, Chloe, and be honest: How many times a day do you masturbate?"

Chloe looked to the rat's swirling tail for comfort. "T-Two times."

"Only twice? I have a hard time believing that." She sniffed at its twitching hood. "I can smell more on you. Be honest."

Chloe tried to no avail to cool her burning face with her hand. "I… sometimes I do it three times."

"And, pray tell, how many times have you done it today?"

Her eyes shut themselves tight. "F-F-Five. Twice with my other half."

"Hmm?" Baelz lowered her head down to Chloe's balls. They tried desperately to hide her ever wetting vulva, but the aroma of both sexes appeared in melding colors in her mind, their essences waltzing into a savory mixture. "Ohh, you are just lovely, Chloe." She wrapped two fingers around the orca's length and stroked it slowly. "Just so, so lovely." Her mouth leaped, sucking up the whole of Chloe's erection. She furrowed her tongue up its bitter mass and around the hooded tip, whereupon she slipped it inside the folds and felt the tiny hole at its top. A small excretion of precum greeted her taste buds, but hidden in it was an extra seasoning, one especially salty. A powdery substance crumbled along the center of her tongue and immediately contaminated her senses with something overwhelmingly brackish, almost akin to poison. Baelz retracted her head, coughing as the taste spread to the back of her throat. Bits of smegma lined Baelz's lips, to which Chloe gasped. "Oh my god." She fidgeted like a bug, dread replacing all of the horniness in her body. "Bae, I'm so sorry! I'm so—I'll get you a drink! Just stay right there—"

Chloe stood from the bed, but was stopped by Baelz's hand. It squeezed her arm, holding her in place. Chloe looked at her bewildered. Her heart still. B-Bae… chan…?"

Drool seeped from Baelz's mouth, hanging in translucent stalagmites from her chin, just as the blacks of her eyes had widened into large, glossy spectacles. She peered up at Chloe as if desperate and stuttered her words. "W-W-Wait." She had to gulp down her backwash to prevent more drool from overflowing, but that only caused her to shudder as the taste flushed back through her body. Her free hand reflexively shot to her crotch, holding it as its nerves incapacitated her thinking. "Don't go… stay right…." She pulled on Chloe's hip, her cock aligning itself to Baelz's face. Uncovered, she could behold the unprecedented volume of smegma the girl had hidden within her foreskin. Cheese lined the head of her tip, the fold of her skin an alcove of dirty white dust. Its color seemed to glow in contrast to the dark pink of its tip, of which Baelz's affection surged. Without another word, she took the cock back into her mouth, this time scraping her tongue thoroughly around the rim of its head. As had occurred previously, the taste of Chloe's smegma wrought out a gag from Baelz's throat, but once it settled on her tongue a wave of pleasure unlike anything she had ever experienced flowed through the entirety of her body, head to toe. With one hand holding Chloe by her bottom and the other touching herself between the legs, Baelz began to moan deeply, a primal lust manifesting itself on the orca's bedsheets.

Chloe stood befuddled by Baelz's behavior, but the sensation of her oral ministrations along with her sloppy technique reinvigorated her. She let her mouth hang open, her own soft moans joining Baelz's as she lived out her fantasies of the rat sucking on her sex while she held her head. Her fingers furrowed through her collage of red, white, and black hair while her thumbs teased the edges of Baelz's ears. In her fantasies, staged atop her bidet earlier that morning, she was rough, commandeering—unabashed in her thrusts for more and more pleasure; yet as she listened to Baelz's moans, she felt a far more affectatious romance bloom inside of her and desired only for the rat's passionate acceptance. She bit her lip, reminding herself that this was real, then felt the onset of orgasm approach as her nipples grew stiff within her top and her pussy quivered down below. The simultaneous euphoria from both of her sexes—the source of all her corporeal addictions—soon took the form of rising cum, of which her only verbal warning to Baelz was moaning the rat's name. It hardly mattered, anyhow. Baelz could sense it. The animal within her could feel the hitch in Chloe's hormones; the increase in the smell of ammonia. She eagerly awaited her semen as it burst from her cock, retching out small gags as it hit the back of her throat. Runny bits pooled below Baelz's tongue and soon dripped over her lips, mixing with the drool on her chin and falling onto her T-shirt, dampening the text that read "RAT." When the volume became too much for Baelz to handle, she retracted her head and winced as hot ejaculate streaked across her face and into the whites of her hair.

As Chloe's orgasm simmered, the two girls basked in the afterglow, gazing at one another with glossy eyes. The orca let go of Baelz's head to wipe sweat off her brow, then sighed. "Bae-chan… did you cum just then?"

Baelz removed her hand from between her legs. It was soaked from her wrist to the tips of her fingers with quim, just as beneath her lay myriad damp spots in the sheets of Chloe's bed. She swallowed the load left in her mouth and shuddered. "It felt… so good."

"What did?"

She turned her gaze to Chloe's cock, grasping its wet length with her similarly wet hand. "Your… you know. The dirty bits." She pecked the head of her cock, tasting the cum as its flavor blended with Chloe's unwashed skin. "When I felt it on my tongue… it was like my entire body lit up. I can't explain it. I've never felt anything like it."

"That's… did you know about this before?"

Baelz shook her head. "No. Every time I've done it, it's after me and my partner have taken a bath."

"I see." Chloe thumbed away some of the cum on Baelz's face. "We're both overdue for a bath now, huh? Would you care to join me?"

The rat smiled, kissing Chloe's cock once more. "Sure. I could really use a good rinse." The two undressed themselves and set their clothes in the washing machine. Naked, they became more playful with each other, chatting jovially about nothing whatsoever and laughing as they teased each other's bodies. Once inside the shower, the two huddled in each other's arms and rubbed their breasts together. Baelz instinctually attempted to kiss Chloe, but the girl joked that her breath smelled of something rancid and they laughed some more until the mood allowed for the transition into the more traditional act of penetrative sex, Baelz being leaned up against the tile walls as Chloe entered her from behind. It was perfectly enjoyable sex that left both women satisfied and cordial, but as Baelz bid her goodbyes to Chloe later that night, the memory of that first orgasm remained fresh in her mind. The very touch of her tongue against Chloe's cheese had activated some deeper part of her physiology that she had hitherto not known existed, and as she laid in her hotel room bed attempting to get some sleep, her crotch began to burn, aching for more of that exotic pleasure. She was capable of ignoring it for a while, but come the next morning the itch was unbearable. She spent an hour using her bidet's jet function to calm her body, then found herself idly masturbating in the shower. There were no studio plans or streams scheduled for that day, so she tried relaxing only for her pussy to scream at her. No matter how much she tried to relieve herself, her fingers always seemed to fail in relieving her more salient urges.

Baelz had never been a naturally horny person. She never masturbated, never pursued any steady relationship, and only occasionally fooled around when in the company of a friend who she trusted. For her body to act outside of her control brought her endless distress, but she felt too shy to phone somebody about it. The doctor scared her as well. The last thing she needed was to be barred exit from Japan on a health memo a day before her departure. Instead, she sat back and reasoned that new experiences brought new sensations and that things would calm down with some rest. She opened up her laptop and watched her coworkers' streams, for a while successfully distracting herself with Korone and Okayu's very teehee collab. However, a Discord notification caught her attention. Multiple notifications, to be exact, all from the same redheaded coworker, each concerned with her nearest availability and, more queerly, with the specifics of her night with Chloe. The messages were persistent and incredibly flirtatious, and, before Baelz knew it, she was dressed for the day and out the door.

The weather was less humid than the previous day's, but the heat was still no slouch. Baelz kept her clothing light and fanned herself constantly as she made her way up the asphalt jungle that was central Tokyo. Eventually, she arrived at a large apartment complex where one Houshou Marine waited patiently on a bench for her arrival. Upon seeing the rat trudge forwards, her hand shot into the sky, too eager to contain its excitement. "Bae-chan! It's so nice to see you in person again!"

"Senchou! How are you?"

"Good!" The pirate beamed, standing to greet her. "How are you enjoying Japan? Have you gotten to do much sightseeing?"

"Yes! Me and Chloe played around lots yesterday, and Cover has me set up in a nice hotel, so I've been in very good hands!"

"I'm glad to hear it!" Marine exclaimed.

"Thank you!" Baelz then noticed that Marine's belly was swollen, almost as though three months pregnant. She wanted to ask, but before she could Marine grabbed a hold of her hand, leading her through the apartment lobby while repeating formal niceties.

They stopped in front of the elevators, waiting for the number to tick down to ground level. Marine held her belly with one hand, its round protrusion lifting her white T-shirt slightly. "I gotta say," she said to Baelz, "I was super surprised when you told me about your kinks. I was watching your collab stream that night and never would have guessed you and Chloe were doing such lewd things together."

"Ah, y-yeah." Although Marine's enthusiasm eased her nerves somewhat, Baelz was still embarrassed to talk about it openly. "Truth be told, Senchou, I only discovered these kinks last night."

"Eh? So Chloe was your first, huh?"

"Yeah. I rarely do anything lewd."

"I see, I see. I really never would have guessed." The elevator dinged open and the two stepped inside. Before the door closed behind them, Marine pushed Baelz against the wall, grabbed two moon fulls of her ass, and began tongue fucking her throat. Barred between the pirate and the back corner, Baelz felt three things: Marine's swelling breasts, squeezed tight against her own; the indomitable bulge of her girlcock tenting up her skirt; and Marine's belly, whose firmness seemed to lock the rat against the wall. One of the pirate's hands snaked into her shorts, combing around her hips until it located her pussy. "I've jerked off to you before, Bae-chan," she said into the rat's twitching ear. "Dozens of times, I've stroked my cock while watching your streams; while listening to your sexy accent." She bit at Baelz's neck, prompting a hitched breath from the rat as a dark purple hickey blemished atop her otherwise silky skin. "I spent two hours masturbating after I messaged you this morning. I fantasized about you and Chloe fucking; about you sucking her cute phimosis down your gullet. Now you and I are gonna do the same." She pressed her fingers against Baelz's clit and the rat moaned. Whenever she'd try to protest, Marine would commandeer her lips, gluing their faces together, replacing her words with short lived pants.

The elevator dinged. Marine stepped out with a confident stride, her tented skirt pointing forwards like a bow. She pulled Baelz along behind her, the rat disheveled and incapable of not staring at the pirate's swinging under cheek. When paired with such an assertive sway its allure became all the more magnified.

Marine stopped at her apartment door and fished her key out from her bra. "Ready to have fun, Bae-chan?"

The rat gawked at Marine's tits. "U-Uhh—"

"Lovely," Marine said, unlocking the door. "We've all been dying to get a taste of you."

Baelz froze. "We?"

The door swung open. Inside were two other women, Flare and Noel, each leaned against the kitchen counter and naked from the waist down. Their lengthy cocks drooped between their legs. Noel's was a beat red color, likely from the rough ministrations of her knightly hands which presently stroked the skin of its oval-like shape. The root of its shaft was thin, widening into a fat bulb at the center with a bright, cheesy head at the tip. Flare's, on the other hand, was thin as a bamboo shoot and measuring, from Baelz's estimate, at least two feet in length. Its weight prevented it from growing physically erect, instead hanging from its stem above her ankles as one flabby mass of tanned muscle. It was Flare who greeted Baelz first, waving casually as Marine pushed her into the foyer. "Hi, Bae-chan. It's been a while, hasn't it?" Noel wordlessly nodded, her eyes trained on the rat's lower anatomy. Flare continued. "We're so happy to have you over. When Marine told us you were coming we were just overjoyed." She massaged the base of her cock. "How have you been enjoying Japan? It's pretty hot out, isn't it?"

Marine groped Baelz's breasts from behind, all the while rubbing her bulge against the rat's butt. "I hope you don't mind, Bae-chan, but when I told these two about our messages they were just over the moon with excitement to play with us."

Baelz's eyes dilated in fear, the impression of Noel and Flare's monstrous cocks growing ever present in her vision. "S-Senchou, I don't know about this."

Marine licked the hickey she had planted on Baelz's neck. "Ohhhh? You know, Flare's cock gets really, really wet when she fucks me. It's such a pain to wash, so she just lets all the cum air dry." She pointed to the cock in question. "Notice all the white spots? All the crust? All of that is fair game for you."

Baelz bit her lip. "I-Is that right?"

"And poor Noel. The moment I told her about your cheese fetish, she abstained from washing her cock, proclaiming how badly she wanted to share her knightley essence with you." Marine ran her hand along the rat's groin, massaging the area above her womb. "Wouldn't it be too cruel to leave now after they got all of their hopes up. I mean, all they want is to play with you, Bae-chan." She licked one of the rat's ears. "All they want is to fuck your slutty little mouth pussy."

"Mmmh," Baelz moaned. The longer she stared at their dicks, the more her crotch burned. "O-Okay. But just… be gentle with me—"

"Let's not waste any time then." Noel sprang from her place at the kitchen counter and grabbed Baelz by her shoulders, pushing the girl down onto her knees. She brushed her cock against her cheek, teasing the edge of her mouth. "A warrior needs her sword christened, Bae-chan. Now get to work."

"R-Right," Baelz said. She opened her mouth to swallow Noel's cock, but its snub nosed girth caught halfway into her throat. It suffocated her tongue, forcing out gags at the same time as the knight's cheese rolled backwards along the shaft, out of range of her taste buds. Baelz required a better method to obtain her prize, so she turned her head sideways and let Noel's cock jut into her cheek. It strained the muscles in her mouth to accept it all, but eventually Baelz reached up to the base of Noel's cock and siphoned all of its excess minerals. The taste—the chunky, crumbly texture—immediately reassured her that all of this was worth it, her body lighting up in euphoria.

Marine knelt down to Baelz's level, molesting her body while planting kisses along her backside. She dipped her hand into the front of the rat's shorts and gasped when she felt a spray of quim pelt her fingers. "Whoa! She wasn't kidding! She really cums from eating smegma!"

"Seriously?" Noel said, gripping the top of the rat's head. "I thought she was exaggerating. You really are a kinky one, huh Bae-chan?" Baelz bobbed repeatedly along Noel's cock in a manner the others deemed close enough to a nod, her tongue lashing at the knight's underside in an effort to trawl for more spoils.

"She's really quite the pervert, isn't she?" Flare whistled. She stood at Baelz's side, running her hand through her hair, long cock draped down to the rat's knees. "Clever technique you've devised, Bae-chan, but you'll never make her cum with such half assed commitment." Flare suddenly gripped the back of her head, then pushed it until her throat unequivocally stretched to accept Noel's bulbous shape. Her eyes went wide as tears formed in their ducts, her gags loud and imminent.

Marine smirked as she gagged. "Check it out. Her neck just ballooned." She pressed her fingers against the outline, giggling as it twitched. "It's like you gave her an Adam's apple, Noel."

"Fuck!" Noel moaned. "She's even tighter than yours, Marine!" She buoyed her hips, each bump against the rat's trachea forcing further retches. Spit began to bubble out of the sides of her mouth, trickling down her chin and neck and wetting Marine's hand.

Marine wrapped one hand around Baelz's neck and gripped it tight. "Oi, Noel. Can you feel this?" She stroked the parts where the knight's cock bulged in her throat.

"Oh yeah. Oh, fuck yeah!" Noel's knees bent in pleasure until she stood on the balls of her feet. "That's good, Marine! Jerk me off with her throat!" Her balls, rotund and buoyant size, slapped against the saliva dripping down Baelz's chin as the increasing intensity of her thrusts caused her breasts to bounce within her shirt.

Flare stroked the base of her cock, delicate brushes of her fingers along her limp spine. "You girls look like you're enjoying yourselves, but you're taking too long." She reached down to the knight's ass, rubbing her fingers against its puckered center. "Let's hurry this along then, shall we?" She shoved two fingers into Noel's bum, a sharp, pleasurable tingle shooting up her spine.

Noel seized. "F-Flare! That's a dirty trick!" She let out a cute moan despite her indignation and turned her feet inwards. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! Gonna cum…!" The knight's cock tensed prematurely, cum spurting in thick gobs down Baelz's throat.

Marine cooed in awe as she felt Noel's cock pulsate in Baelz's neck. She choked it more, whispering sleazy nothings into her fluttering ears as more and more semen coagulated in her throat. "For such a stumpy thing, she sure does vibrate a lot when she cums, huh Bae-chan?" Marine received no reply, the rat's pained eyes and wet gurgles all she could muster. Marine nibbled on her ear, licking along its inner folds. "You're so sexy, Bae-chan. So, so, so sexy."

Noel's legs grew shaky as her orgasm petered out. She fumbled backwards, her cock dislodging itself from Baelz's throat while more spurts continued to dither across her face. With an air pocket finally open, Baelz devolved into coughing fits, thick rivulets of spunk bubbling out from her mouth and down her chin. Marine scooped some of it onto her finger. "Naughty girl. Don't waste Noel's holy essence." She stuck their mouths together, less kissing the rodent than sucking whatever cum she could manage out of Baelz's mouth.

Flare waved her cock in front of the two girls, wedging it between their soupy maws. "Are you done, Marine?" She asked rhetorically. "I'd like to give Bae-chan a much tastier treat now, if you don't mind." The grime lining Flare's shaft was like smelling salts to Baelz's senses, resuscitating her from her asphyxiated stupor and back into a horny precondition. There was still too much cum in her throat, however, so rather than form words she merely squeaked, half choking and half moaning in uncertain approval.

Marine gave Flare's cock a quick kiss, then pulled Baelz's shirt up. "Alright, let's get you ready, darling. Upsidaisy. Raise those arms for mama." Baelz languidly complied, her shirt folding over her head. Moments later she felt her bra fall off her chest to which Marine gently laid her on her back, her naked breasts spilling over her sides. The pirate then crawled around to remove her shorts and panties and marveled at the wet mess within. "Jeez, Bae-chan. Your underwear is, like, totally see through." She sniffed the rat's sex, cooing at its aroma. "So naughty. So sexy." She set her tongue upon Baelz's pretty pink cunt, lashing around the top of her vulva.

"No fair," Noel chided. "Hogging all the fun." She bent over and joined her girlfriend between Baelz's legs, their faces close enough to trade breaths, noses brushing as their tongues feasted upon the rodent's savory love juices.

"W-Wait!" Baelz protested. "You two! Don't—MHHHHM!" Her moans betrayed her, her legs stuttering and bending in the reflex of pleasure. From her low angle, Baelz could see up the chute of Marine's skirt, her bulge stretching the seams of her panties. The skin of Marine's inner thighs and her crotch were pure candy: clean, shaven, and tender to the eyes. Yet, despite her prim appearances, an unprecedented odor wafted down the chute and into Baelz's nostrils; an odor as foul and contemptuous to the senses as a swampland or a nuclear waste site. Even to Baelz's warped palate, the smell connoted danger, but morbid curiosity thwarted all of her self preservation and she rubbed at the pirate's posh ass, her fingers just barely hooked into the rim of her panties before Flare's dirty cock dropped directly over her eyes. A new odor reoriented all of her thoughts, one of dried sperm, quim, and flaky dead skin. The elf teased her, sliding the tip across her cheeks. "Aren't you forgetting something, Bae? Your dinner."

Baelz hardly had the mind to moan before her lips were covered by Flare's length. It wasn't merely that her tip was rimmed with cheese like Noel's, but rather that a smattering of white spots lined the entirety of her cock as if it and it alone were conditioned with vitiligo. Instinctively, Baelz lapped her tongue against its underside and immediately seized, her taste buds activating. The texture resembled shaved ice the way the muck shedded onto her tongue, and the flavor was quite distinct from a human's, being less salty than it was sweet. Single licks proved to be inefficient given the elf's incredible length, so Baelz took to running her lips along the shaft, mopping up any and all cheese that crossed her path. The more she consumed, the more her fatigue began to evaporate, and it soon became evident that whatever minerals comprised Flare's smegma contained some form of resplendent affect on top of being delicious.

"That's a good little rat," Flare said, scratching underneath the girl's wet chin. She grabbed Baelz by her jaw and tilted her head back until her face was perpendicular with her neck. "Forgive me, for I'm not one for foreplay. Now open wide, okay?" She pushed her thin cock into Baelz's mouth, passing carefully past her teeth and her tongue until she felt the cylindrical muscles of her throat, themselves freshly widened by Noel. With her cock firmly inside, Flare took steady steps forward on her knees to aid in passing the particularly narrow parts. "Easy now, Bae-chan. Mmmh, that's it. Just let it happen. Yes. Oh, yes. Mind your teeth. Good girl, Bae." The bulge of her tip slowly moved from Baelz's neck down to her collarbone, poking out through the skin between her breasts. "Fuck! Haaah, fuck!" Flare bellowed. "Your torso is so fucking tight!"

Despite being exponentially longer than Noel, Flare's cock didn't make Baelz gag as much, although she did, strangely, hiccup a lot when the tip jutted through her chest. In fact. No matter how much space Flare's cock occupied, or even when it bumped against places no cock had any right touching, its presence was more calming than distressing, like her throat was specifically created to hold it. Shocking still was that she could breathe with relative ease, although too deep of breaths caused her to gag. The rat was thriving. Flare's magic imbued smegma gave her body energy and nourishment and filled her with a deep pleasure, now that she thought about it, weirdly wasn't sending her into an orgasmic… o-orgamy—orgazmo s-s-s-shookeeeeng.

Baelz's vision blurred behind the curtain of Flare's ballsack. Her pussy tightened and her womb tingled and she began salivating uncontrollably until her lips went numb and saliva stuck to the elf's groin. She then felt a jolt of electricity trace up from her tailbone to her medulla and her spine suddenly seized, arching until her chest pumped Flare's bulging tip against Marine's crotch. The elf held onto her neck, feeling it quiver. "Oops. I may have forgotten to mention something important, Bae-chan. You see, elf ejaculate is more of an extension of our sebaceous glands, and they have certain, how should I say—"

"MHHHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHHH! MHHHMHHMMMHMHMMHHMMMM! MMMHHHMHMMMHMHMMMHHHMHMMHMMHMHMHMHMHMMHMHMMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHHHHHHH!"

"That's right, Bae-chan. Magical properties!"

Baelz erupted into tremors. Her legs flailed as her hands gripped at Flare's thighs, fingernails digging into her pretty skin. Before she knew it, her squirting fits resumed, although Noel and Marine were more taken aback when those clear, translucent gushes took on a yellowish tint, eventually spraying in obtuse patterns like shrapnel onto their faces and the floor. "Whoa," Noel said. "She's peeing and cumming at the same time."

"Yeah," Marine nodded. She dabbed her tongue into the spray. "Tastes like apple juice."

"Hmm. I'm curious" Noel threw off her top, her cumbering breasts promptly sagging, their large areolas highlighted with milk. She walked on her knees between Baelz's jerking legs, hoisting them up and onto her shoulder as she squared her groin to the rat's. Gripping her engorged cock, she pushed it against the entrance to Baelz's cunt, stretching it wide until a visible lump formed in her crotch. "W-Wow," she sighed. "She's tightening up real nice. Real fucking nice." All of Baelz's pee and cum washed over Noel's groin, showering her cock with warm secretions.

"Heh," Flare laughed. "You should feel her chest. It's squeezing for air." Her cock rocketed in and out of Baelz's collar, her body hunched over and squeezing her breasts for support. "C'mon, sweetheart! Just a little bit more!" She pulled Baelz's tits inwards until they pillowed around the bulge of her cock, giving herself a de facto paizuri. "Yes! Yesss! Almost there!" She bit her lip, ears fluttering. "Gonna cum! Gonna cum!" Her hips began to slow as a viscous, translucent liquid flooded Baelz's stomach. Although it had a less gummy consistency than human sperm, it was every bit as potent and far more plentiful in volume, inflating the rat's tummy until it resembled Marine's in roundness.

Baelz could swear, amongst the turbulence of her bodily deformation, that Flare's cum had sent pleasure signals to every part of her anatomy. She felt euphoria in her belly button as if it were orgasming butterflies. Her elbows bent in, her funny bone glittering in its own sensual rapture. Her ears fluttered as her eardrums popped. Her toes cramped in pained joy. Even the cataracts dotting her vision became reminiscent of pleasure's holy flash; ascendent and blinding in everlasting spirit.

Marine surfaced from Baelz's clit, her face and hair soaked in all manner of excretions, and playfully sloshed the rat's belly around with her hand. "Think you overdid it a bit, babe?" She asked Flare.

"No more than when I do you." Flare beckoned Marine with her finger and took a long lick of her cheek. "Hmm, it really does taste like apple juice."

"You gotta give me more than that," Marine flirted. She brought their lips together, the two sharing a loving kiss amidst the chaos. "Hey. Hey," she said, hands enjoying all of her girlfriend's luscious hips. "Does this mean it's my turn? I wanna fuck Bae-chan's throat now."

Flare rubbed their noses together. "Sure, just let me—Ohhhh dear, Bae-chan, no need to be so tight lipped. All good things must come to an end eventually." Flare steadily unsheathed her cock from Baelz's throat, its flaccid length spurting a few last shots of spunk onto the rat's face. Every inch of her cock was glistening with saliva and cum and fluids that perhaps were best left unnamed, much of which smeared into Baelz's hair during the withdrawal. "Alright, she's all yours," Flare said, standing up to stretch. "Give me a good show, Marine."

"Heh. Heheheheh." Marine crawled around Baelz's head and cupped her face in her hands. "Gotta say, you look incredible right now, Bae-chan."

Baelz's face was a mess of fluids. Flare's translucent cream, mixing with her happy tears, streaked across her nose and mouth and dripped into her hair. Some of Noel's leftover sperm dotted her pores in white splotches as saliva continued pooling from her lips. Every panting breath preceded an equally obscene gurgle. "S-Senchou," she said. "My mouth! It won't stop—AHHHHN!" Noel hit a sensitive nerve, and any time she'd try to hold in her pee it would only make the knight's cock throb more, in turn breaking Baelz's guard.

"I know how you feel," Marine said, tugging her skirt down her legs. "Flare's cum has hormones in it that make you salivate uncontrollably. Trust me, I've been there. That's why I had her go before me." At the discarding of Marine's skirt and panties, a pungent odor overpowered the apartment, one as oppressive as that of the fish market. Baelz could only gawk in awe. Wrinkled from tip to sack like that of a sixty-year old man's, spotted as though marinated and cooked in vinegar, and with uneven molds of skin lining the shaft, Marine's cock, with its cantaloupe-like arch, evoked the image of history's worst environmental crises: oil spills atop the ocean; toxic landfills; the Sea of Decay.

Baelz blinked. "S-Senchou… just how old are yo—

"I am seventeen years old."

Noel pinched her nose. "This is why we called you, Bae. Me and Flare want nothing to do with that thing."

"It's not my fault the sea is full of scurvy." Marine shook her head. "To think this is how I'm repaid after graciously letting you two use my body everyday. How unfair, these women." She peered down at Baelz. "Anyways, with Flare's hypersalivation, the enzymes in your spit should clean this bad boy up in no time. Now, open wide for mama~"

Even in her cheese-addled frenzy, Baelz felt one-hundred years of terror descend upon her as Marine's cock plunged into her throat. The sense of rot was imminent. Whatever health Flare's magic had bestowed upon her all but died as her nerves became contaminated with Marine's filth. Pieces of barnacle and skin from year's past floated around her mouth, her taste deeming it all as objectively, unequivocally gross… but her tongue rolled in ecstasy as her esophagus tingled. It was, undoubtedly, the best thing she had ever tasted in her life. Baked within Marine's wrinkled glory was an inflection of the sea and all of its infinite salt, every bump and every boil gifting Baelz's taste buds a slice of each of Earth's four hemispheres. The backwash flushed down her gullet and into the cramped confines of her bloated, cum-stuffed belly.

Noel bit her lip. "She's squirting even harder than before."

"Ohhh?" Marine leaned over the rat's body, her knees planked in a wide, obscene posture, and brought her face near Noel's groin so she could feel the cool splashes of quim on her face. "It's like a rainy day at sea, only way better tasting."

Baelz choked beneath Marine's balls, squeezing the pirate's ass for leverage. She was in love. She wanted to gag on this cock for the rest of her life. Every dab of smegma upon her tongue brought another river of saliva, her mouth glucking audibly and nastily as Marine put her entire pelvis to the task of thrusting into the rat's throat.

"Haaaaah!" Noel's head fell back. "So tight…! So hot…! Gonna cum!"

The heat of Noel's semen entering into Baelz's womb set her body on fire, a condition her squirting quim failed to alleviate. Her fingers instinctively bent, pulling Marine's ass cheeks apart and spreading her already loose asshole. One of her fingers accidentally latched onto the ring of a black anal plug, tugging on it like a grenade pin. "AHHHN!" Marine's head shot up, bumping against Noel's breasts. "Don't play with thatttttt! It's sensitiveeee!"

"Hhmm?" Flare knelt down, her cock sprawling out on the floor. "Seems like Bae is interested in your baby, Marine." She replaced Baelz's finger with her own and gave the plug a preliminary yank.

"Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait!" Marine tried to clench her ass to no avail. "Don't do it! I'll break! I'll seriously break!"

"You've had worse," Flare said, spanking her girlfriend's ass. "Anyways, be a dear and show Bae how intensely you can cum, okay?" She yanked the end of the plug. Eight string-connected silicon balls covered in viscous fluid followed Flare's finger, each one dotted with bumpy indentations for extra texture. Marine's ass began to spasm as her cock throbbed uncontrollably inside of Baelz, her every nerve ending service the same core itch. One last ball remained in her ass, so Flare stamped her feet against the floor and prepared herself for a tug-of-war. "Here we go, Marine! Time to give birth!"

"WAIT! MY ENTIRE BODY IS TINGLING!"

"That's the spirit!"

"Ganbarre!" Noel chimed.

"NO! NO! NO! THAT'S NOT WHAT I—" Flare yanked the plug. Marine doubled over, squeezing Baelz's tits as her head fell to the rat's groin. Noel watched her girlfriend's face scrunch, every wrinkle betraying her projected teen age as madness transformed her despair into a crooked, open smile, her moans indistinguishable from laughs. Then, after one final tug, Flare successfully dislodged Marine's plug, a bowling ball sized end piece popping out of her gaping core and, along with it, her now deflated belly, all of its once protruding flab flattened into a lean and squishy tummy. It was a foregone conclusion that her cock would explode inside of Baelz's throat, but more surprising to Flare was how her own pussy began crying long and angled tears of joy into the rat's hair. Her moan was spine chilling, yet the churning of her buttery cum from her wrinkling balls was all that registered in Baelz's ears. That and the most divine taste she had ever feasted her tongue upon. It was rotten—the discoloration of Marine's semen was almost palpable—but the rush of fishy, briney gunk made her drunk and stupid and all too happy to infect herself with whatever diseases Marine expunged inside of her.

When she noticed saliva dripping off the sides of Baelz's head in near waterfall currents, Flare pulled a trembling Marine out of the rat's mouth. She then admired her girlfriend's gaping asshole, whistling as it spasmed. "Wow. You could probably fit a leg in there, Marine. Maybe we should give Bae-chan first dibs." She tapped on Baelz's shoulder only to find that the girl had fallen unconscious. Cum in white and yellow combinations gurgled out of her mouth, much of her porous skin becoming obfuscated in spunk, cheddary smegma, and bubbly saliva. Despite her limp and lifeless body, Baelz's eyes remained open and upturned, the lasting ecstasy of Marine's ejaculation etched into her face. "Guess we went a little overboard."

"She finally stopped peeing," Noel said, retracting her cock. "Man, I kinda want to fuck her pussy again while she's passed out."

"Let's refrain from touching her while she's passed out. We're not animals, after all. And besides," Flare lifted Marine's head by her chin. "There's someone else in need of attention."

The pirate's eyes were bloodshot, darting unfocused onto every genital in the room. "MY ASS!" She yelled. "I NEED YOU TWO IN MY ASS!"

"Hmm," Noel shrugged. "Was hoping for something less sloppy, but pussy is pussy."

"How about you take the front and I'll test out my leg. Sound good?"

"Sure. Whatever works, I suppose."

Laying on the floor of her Japanese coworkers' apartment, Baelz floated in and out of various fever dreams, some of them reliving the last moments of extreme stimulation before she lost consciousness while others included Flare, Noel, and Marine, the pirate's pleasured howls echoing key phrases about how the elf's toes were curling in her colon. She found no peace in sleep, instead frequently tossing and turning with desires for masturbation and cheese, her incorporeal fantasies incapable of recreating the euphoria real hands brought upon her sex. Stuck inside of a vertigo of imaginary horniness and anxiety, she wished for nothing more than escape from this place and from herself—her body. Mercifully, she did eventually awaken, the sight of her benefactors penetrating one another in a single file on their knees greeting her tired eyes, their intense passion seemingly shared through one body and one mind. Immediately and instinctually, Baelz began touching herself, still half believing that she was in a dream which she wished to never escape.

She moaned at the touch of her clit.

If only she could swim within this pleasure forever.

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"It was really nice seeing you again, Bae-chan," Noel said, hugging the girl at the front door. She was properly redressed in both glasses and a sweater and had returned to her usual sweetly demeanor. "Please feel free to visit us again. You're always welcome."

"Seriously, don't be a stranger," Flare said, taking her turn for a farewell hug. She, too, had put on clothes, though her attire consisted of only a tight pair of jeans, her python riding down the length of her left leg, and a blue laced bra. "I'd love to spend an evening with just the two of us next time."

"Leave some for the rest of us, you play girl."

"Take it up with Yagoo." She and Noel planted a kiss on either of Bae's cheeks. "Bye, Bae-chan~

"Byeeee love."

Baelz's face lit up with steam. Part of this was due to two handsome women serenading her. It was also due to her being completely naked with a collar around her neck. Marine gave its connected leash a tug. "Ready to go, Bae-chan?" The pirate was back in her tee shirt and skirt, however this time around she went commando while her cock and balls flopped out beneath the hem. Her tummy, however, remained lean, although light love handles hugged the seams of her skirt, her true age peeking through ever so slightly.

"W-Where are we going?" Baelz asked. Her arms were clasped across her chest and her legs twisted together to hide her privates.

"To a friend's place," Marine said. "Don't worry, she lives just a few floors down from us."

"That's not what worries me."

"Chin up, Bae-chan," Noel said. "You're a real cutie so you should own it."

Her ears folded, cheeks inflamed. "I-I appreciate that, but I'd rather own it with my clothes on…."

"Nonsense," Flare said, bending over to collect the rat's clothes. Even amid her distress, Baelz couldn't contain the stray thought that her ass looked fantastic in jeans. No wonder she was such a playgirl. "We'll wash these up for you before you leave tomorrow morning. Just leave everything to us."

"Hear that?" Marine whispered in her ear. "They've got it. Now let's get going, okay? We wouldn't want to be late." She smiled unassumingly as she yanked on Baelz's leash, reorienting the poor girl towards the door. "See you two tomorrow!"

"Bye, love," Noel said. She gave Marine a quick kiss, then spanked Baelz. "See you in the morning, cutie."

Baelz stepped out into the frigid night air completely nude and completely baffled. She glanced back at the door before it closed and glimpsed Flare taking a big whiff of her soiled panties. Then the door was shut and she was shivering and slightly disturbed yet slightly horny. "D-Did she just—"

"Onwards!" Marine pulled her along without a second thought, her sway resuming its earlier confidence. "Usually I leave my first family around six to go join my second one, but we're running a bit late tonight. I'm sure they won't mind."

Baelz continued to walk while covering her private parts. "S-Senchou, I really think I'd rather go back."

"But I thought you were the embodiment of chaos?" She stopped to call the elevator and noticed Baelz's distress. "Don't worry. Barely anyone is ever out around this time. You won't be seen."

Baelz shivered. "But barely isn't zero. What if someone does see us?"

"Hmm," Marine hummed. "Isn't it hotter that way?"

The elevator opened and, for the second time that day, the two stood in the back, only this time Baelz tried shielding herself behind Marine's body. The door closed and they descended one number at a time. Marine turned towards Baelz and pursed her lips. On instinct, Baelz closed her eyes, her guarded posture softening into an open one, offering her lips to the pirate in wanting anticipating as she lightly gripped her shirt. The kiss never materialized, however, and Baelz opened her eyes to see the girl grinning at her. "Are you waiting for something?" She teasingly asked.

Baelz went red in the face, sinking in embarrassment. "Just… I thought you were…"

"Oh?" She cupped Baelz's cheek. "Did you want me to?" The door opened and Baelz stared at her benefactor for a moment, mute as a rock. Marine tugged on her leash. "Come on, let's get going."

They moved out of the elevator, Baelz lost in thought. She watched the swaying body of her friend and followed her curvy anatomy up to the hand which held her leash, itself small, cute, and manicured, and she imagined it scratching beneath her chin and touching her where she wanted to be touched, and a man passed them by while she rubbed at her lower tummy area, aroused, feeling slightly humiliated by Marine's teasing, yet irrationally attracted to what she had—huh? Baelz glanced back and, sure enough, a man was looking right back at her, dressed in a thick chocolate overcoat and loafers. He caught on that she noticed his staring, specifically at places below the belt—at her tail and her lovey dovey bits—and quickly shuffled into the elevator. Out of sight. Stuck in mind.

Baelz dropped, squatting with her legs closed, and buried her face in her hands. "Oh my god." He had looked directly at her crotch. "Oh my fucking god." He had a hard on.

Marine knelt beside her. "Ah… I guess we've been seen, huh?" She patted her friend's head, scratching behind the ears. "You think he was married? I thought I saw a ring."

"He saw my…"

"At least you're shaved."

Baelz began to tremble. "My tail… he was looking right at my tail." She sputtered, falling onto her ass. A manic chuckle breached her lips, slowly building into a laughing fit; pure, unquenchable boffs. "He saw it," she said, snickering. "He looked right at my fanny."

Marine nervously laughed. "Y-Yeah. What's that?"

"What do ya think of it, Senchou?"

"Your… um, sorry. What was it?"

Baelz calmed, then spread her legs. Her pussy was wet. Unfathomably wet. "My fanny," she repeated. "What do you think of it?"

Marine gulped. It was glistening; a wet snatch in the cold. "I think… it's pretty."

"Seems ya've cracked a fat."

"Huh?" The rat nodded to Marine's crotch. She was semi erect, her marinated halfie bobbing within the hem of her skirt. "O-Oh."

"Popper got a real perv of us, 'uh? Gave him the ol' brown eye and he up and blew a chubb like we's two slapas at a waffle."

"Um," Marine processed morse code in verbal form. "Waffle?"

"I'm still waitin', y'know?"

"W-Waiting?" She played pantomime with syllables. "On what?"

Baelz leaned forwards, closing the space between their faces, and pointed to her lips. "My pash." Before Marine could question, she kissed her, softly to start, but with increasing passion, her pointed, rodent fangs pulling on the pirate's bottom lip, their tongues beginning to coil, Marine gripping the leash, keeping them connected as her body attempted to shift its weight onto Baelz, the fully erect cock between her legs desperately rubbing against her pretty, glistening pussy while Baelz's hands held and stroked its wrinkled girth. "Ya wanna root with this molly rat?" Baelz teased. She choked her cock, collecting its grease. "Or ya prefer my wristy?"

Marine's eyes narrowed. She articulated her hips, sliding her cock between Baelz's hands and her pussy. Her breaths grew haggard. She let go of the leash and stamped her hands down on either side of the rat, thrusting her pelvis forwards. Baelz licked at the girl's neck, then she opened her mouth, baring her teeth, and sank them into the soft skin, giving them matching hickeys. At that hitch in pain, Marine let out a sharp mewl, her yellow gunk shooting out from her dusty tip onto Baelz's tummy. Her movements gradually slowed, Baelz feeling her cock regress from a hard muscle into a cute, flaccid, lifeless organ. They then kissed more, sharing the cum that Baelz had caught in her hands, and smeared what streaked across the rat's tummy all around her skin, rubbing the sperm against her breasts and into her belly button, moisturizing with cum, absorbing its nutrients.

Marine breathed heavy breaths, then smiled. "Bae… are you having fun?"

Baelz panted, heat possessing her every whim. "Senchou," she said. "I have to pee."

Marine stared at her, then nodded. "Okay. Pee then."

They locked gazes, a mutual, psychic understanding between the two. Baelz carefully stood, her butt slightly indented with bumps from the concrete floor, and widened her posture. Pee began to stream down her inner legs, pooling around the backs of her feet. Her head tilted back, mouth open, moaning silently as Marine rubbed her thigh, licking its pee stained skin. She felt truly naked before the world for the first time in her life; liberated and weightless. She rubbed her vulva through the flow of urine and then brought her glistening fingers to her mouth. It really did taste like apple juice. How had she gone all her life not knowing that her pee tasted like apple juice?

"Bae," Marine moaned. She raised herself, feeling each part of Baelz's sticky skin in her hands as she ascended to her head. Their gazes returned to one another. "Let's go," she said. "I want you to meet my second family."

Baelz kissed her. She kissed her again. They kissed many more times, their tongues enamored with the taste of her pee. "Lead the way, Senchou," she eventually said, and kissed her again and again and again.

Hand in hand, Marine walked Baelz to an apartment six rooms down and knocked on its door. Moments later it opened, a gorgeous older woman greeting them. She had long blue, braided hair with white streaks lining its tresses and two perky white bunny ears. Her saintly smile belied the nudie apron clung insufficiently across her front, the halves of two large breasts poking out of either side of the fabric while her stomach, swollen even more than Marine's had been, hiked the apron up just far enough for her coconut sized balls to drape beneath the hem. "Oh my, Marine," she said. Her voice was honey. It was the sexiest honey Baelz had ever heard. "You weren't at dinner, dear. We missed you."

"Hi, Mama," the pirate said. She walked right into the woman's bosom, her face completely submerged in titty. "Vhere'th Pekoruh?"

"She's in the living room with her pillow." She looked to Baelz with closed yet happy eyes, addressing her as though she were not naked and covered in pee and cum. "And who might you be? A friend of Marine's?"

Baelz bowed. "Nice to meet you, ma'am. My name is Baelz, but you may call me Bae." Her head dipped mere inches away from the woman's balls. They were as wide as her face.

The woman nodded. "It's very nice to meet you, Bae-chan. People call me Pekomama, but you can just call me Mama. You must be awfully cold like that. Please, do come inside." She took a hold of Baelz's hand and gently pulled her into the foyer, the door shutting itself behind them. Up close, Baelz was even more stunned by her beauty. She had some wrinkles around the eyes and lines where her dimples had inscribed themselves over a lifetime of expressing, yet her smile was so youthful as to evoke spring. Like Marine, Baelz brought herself instinctively closer to the woman, bumping against her swollen tummy and her breasts, the areolas of which were marked by two damp spots on her apron, almost assuredly as a result of leaking milk. She had never had such a primal urge to kiss another woman as she did staring at this magnificent creature twice her age. Miori had taught her the term on stream years ago: Milf. The appeal only just now hit her.

Marine surfaced from the woman's bosom. "Mama, Bae here has become very, very dirty. I'd suggest she take a bath with us right away."

"Is that so?" The woman inspected the dried splotches texturing Baelz's otherwise peachy skin, the lingering drops of pee between her legs and feet, and the flaky white cum strewn across her everything, and concurred. "A bath it is then," she said, and beckoned her and Marine to follow her into the living room. When she turned around, Baelz was keen to notice that her wide hips and posh ass, bare aside from a single string tying together her apron and one fluffy bunny tail, lacked a plug. Her tummy was real. Pekomama was pregnant. Six months at the least. Baelz didn't understand why, but this revelation turned her on even more.

Marine whispered to her through a funneled hand. "Mama has to be mindful of her babies." She darted her eyes to Pekomama's ass. "This means we can only use her ass. Pretty lucky, huh?" Baelz simply watched the older woman's bare ass jiggle as it swayed, completely unguarded and open for all eyes to possess. The way Marine phrased it implied a history to their relationship; repetitive, daily action taken against Pekomama's behind which Baelz could picture so easily and so clearly that it wracked her with momentarily jealousy. Dickgirls had it good.

They entered the living room where increasingly wet and audible thrusting sounds manifested in the sight of Pekora, the bunny stark naked and humping a body pillow. The front had a print of Minato Aqua making a heart shape with her hands while a hole was laid at the crotch area, of which Pekora's cock penetrated manically. Baelz could swear that, before the girl heard the three of them walking towards her, she was moaning their graduated senpai's name. "Oi! Houshou! You're late!" She said, pointing an accusing finger at Marine.

"Peko-chan!" Marine skipped towards the girl, preemptively shedding her top. "I brought Bae with me today! You can use both of our bodies as much as you like!"

"Of course I can!" Pekora barked. "Your bodies are non-negotiable!" She turned to face Baelz and Pekomama, her cock popping out of her Aqua pillow. It was a mighty phallus, pointed like a cone and dyed a pale orange save for the bleach white semen glazing its shaft, of which impressive amounts flung across the room as it bobbed freely in the air. Its surface was somewhat jagged, never at any extreme angle, but dynamic enough to connote its bumpy, carroty shape. Baelz's eyes narrowed, her lips parting slightly as she took in its indecency. Its twitches were extreme, the fresh reflexes of her recent ejaculation teetering it like a seesaw. Its tip, which came to a shallowly rounded point, almost seemed to lack a frenulum or a cap, leaving her syrupy jizz to free flow down the shaft.

"You're drooling, Bae." Marine teased.

"I know," the rat said. Her hand reached between her legs and rubbed at her cunt. She wanted to believe this act to be unconscious—completely without her thinking—but she keenly understood that she was rubbing her clit in front of other people and got off on their gazes watching her. "It's nice to meet you face-to-face, Pekora-senpai."

"Bae-chan! It's so nice to meet you!" Pekora beamed. She was performing. Even in her own house with her cum-covered cock suspended in front of Baelz's crotch, naked and demanding of free use sex, her instinct changed to one of acting the moment her attention turned to the rat, as if ignoring the absurdity of their circumstances. "I hope you've been well! We should really collab again soon!"

"I so agree! That would be so much fun!" Baelz spoke while crouching down to her knees. Although Pekora's facade had become one of jovial camaraderie, her eyes told Baelz that she was nothing to her but a pleasure tool and that their jolly banter was no more than a pretense for the rat's complete and total subservience to her cock. Baelz agreed. This was a business transaction. They were collaborating because it was Baelz's job to be her slutty little rat pussy. They conveyed this without words as professionals so often did, mutually assured in their performances. Her nose promptly brushed against Pekora's tip and drunkened her with its smell. She closed her eyes, feeling before her the immense presence of the rabbit's lengthy shaft, and let her nose feast.

Pekora pointed at the rat. "So, like, what's the story with her? She high or something?"

"She is one-hundred percent sober," Marine said, skirt falling to the floor. "She cums when she licks dirty dicks, so she's kinda serenading your cock right now."

"What a weirdo." Pekora thrust her pelvis, sliding her wet cock across Baelz's face. "Oi! You just gonna stare or are you gonna suck the damn thing?"

A drop of Pekora's semen trickled between Baelz's lips and evaporated onto her trembling tongue. The pleasure rippled from her tongue throughout the rest of her body, her nipples feeling a surge of stiffness as a quick gush of fluid washed over her still masturbating hand. She decided against any verbal confirmation, as anything she could say would only test Pekora's impatience more, and set to fulfilling her benefactor's demand unconditionally. She wrapped her free hand around the shaft and jerked it off slowly, her fingers and palm mucking up dense quantities of her syrupy cum. Flaky orange skin sprinkled the liquid like sherbert, the true object of Baelz's desires. She funneled it all to Pekora's tip, raking and combing her pungent scraps until a cocktail of miscellaneous muck was pouring over the sides of her hand. Silently she thanked Pekora for the meal, then dove her salivating mouth on top of her creamy cock.

"Waaoow," Pekora exclaimed. "She's really squirting just from a blowjob."

"She's pretty good at it, huh?" Marine said, grasping her own cock. "Her throat was built for sucking cocks. Made me and the others cum real fast."

"Oh dear," Pekomama cupped her cheek. "You girls and your games. I'll prepare the bath, so don't take too long, okay?"

"Yes, mama!" Pekora and Marine said. They both watched her walk away, gazes fixed on her perfect ass. It didn't matter that they saw that ass laid bare every single day or that Pekora specifically had made explicit use of it since childhood. No matter how many times it presented itself, their eyes marvelled in its majesty as if chancing upon it for the first time, what with its puffy white tail, an all too apt visual moniker for its softness, its roundness, or its cottony tactility. Its scopic repletion was enough to distract Pekora even from the administrator of her cock's present pleasure, though the lavishing of Baelz's tongue around her tip brought her back to the matter at hand.

Marine continued masturbating behind Baelz, her hand rubbing the leather leash up and over her dirty tip, watching as Baelz dutifully and lovingly worshipped Pekora's carrot. The rat massaged the sperm and smegma on her hands all over her own body, wide, white and orange brush-like strokes circling her pretty belly button. Her skin became an action painting of sex, textures layering over top other textures in an endless succession of grime. Even her smell, which she usually sanitized obsessively, became apparent to her senses. The scents of the cocks that she had come to love so much were emanating off her very body. She wanted to be dirty like them; to express her devotion to pleasure by becoming a smegma covered rat: The embodiment of chaos.

Pekora's face flushed, her previously wanton expression becoming one of girlish need as her right ear folded over itself. "Don't… not just there," she moaned. She grabbed either side of Baelz's head and pushed it onto her cock, deep until she felt the bumps of its shaft pulsate within the rat's fleshy throat. Whereas Noel was keen to thrust into Baelz's mouth, Pekora instead guided her head back and forth, intent on minimizing her own exertion. Baelz was all too giddy to comply, attempting, with each successive dive, to take more of it into her; to wrench out her own gags. She wanted to hear herself enjoying cock. She wanted to make herself and her passions audible for their neighbors. She wanted Pekora and Marine to understand that this was even better for her than it was for them, if such a feat was possible.

Marine beheld Baelz's desires in earnest. She watched as the rat continued to masturbate through her squirting quim and saw how her butt bucked in pleasure, unable to stabilize its excitement. She heard in her overexaggerated gags and moans how desperately she craved not just their attention, but her own cognizance of their shared reality. Somehow, Marine could make out her Aussie accent through her stuffed throat and, upon hearing its outback twee, ejaculated onto Baelz's backside, her gummy cum sticking in fat gobs around her tailbone and shoulder blades. Pekora, likewise, felt her tail tingle as her climax approached, the euphoria spreading outwards to the rest of her body. She slowed Baelz's head, bobbing it carefully up her cock as she edged each throb. Her eyes shut themselves, giving in to the sensations, her lips hanging and pursing as her eyebrows slanted inwards. She breathed heavy, heaving pants and whispered to herself that she was "Almost, almost," then bit her lip when the iceberg tipped.

Baelz choked a little when the first gush of sperm hit the back of her throat. It wasn't thick in consistency like Marine's, rather it spurt outwards like shrapnel, its exit hole too narrow for clean spurts. Pekora pulled Baelz's head off her cock and let the bursts wet her face, many spraying far out of line and hitting the couch, the carpet, and other miscellaneous furniture. Baelz was disappointed to lose its warmth in her throat, but she gratefully extended her tongue and stroked its throbbing length, letting its delicious white sperm color her already dirty body even more. Eventually, the spurts, as they always did, subsided and, along with them, Pekora's docile mewls, although her erection maintained its solid stature. The bunny fanned herself with her hands, face flushed, and called for Marine as if she were her wet nurse. "Marine! Marine!" Pekora said. She outstretched her arms, beckoning the pirate forward. "Marine! I want you!"

"Aye aye!" Marine said. Within seconds she had climbed onto Pekora's lap and dropped herself on top of her raging cock, whereupon the once lazy bunny began bucking her hips in horny fever; a spoiled ojou-sama and her helicopter maid.

Baelz watched in wonder how Marine's ass giggled and how mightily Pekora squeezed the cheeks. All of the pirate's quim funneled down to Pekora's balls, to which Baelz set her tongue, her face becoming blanketed in the poshness of Marine's ass, before she trailed it up to Marine's asshole, fingering herself all the while until she remembered Pekora's Minato Aqua body pillow. She stood up, her leash all but discarded, and sauntered over to the pillow. The print of Aqua flashing a heart sign belied its pungent odor. Baelz examined it, sniffing the hole at the crotch area until she came upon a zipper at the top, just above Aqua's headband. Unzipping it revealed a long onahole tube that was closed on one end and open on the other. Baelz removed it from the pillow and turned it upside down, holding it above her head. All of Pekora's semen and smegma, presumably from hours or even days of non-stop masturbation, slowly slid out of the opening and onto Baelz, dripping between and off her ears, dirtying her hair, leaking down her face and all over her naked body. Some of it was still warm. Most of it was cold; inert. All of it turned her on, so she went to fingering herself again, irregular squirts of quim shooting out onto the carpet as Pekora's semen absorbed into her pussy.

It was this spectacle—Baelz standing in a daze, covered head to toe in her daughter's crusty sperm, and Pekora feverishly and loudly fucking Marine—that Pekomama beheld as she returned to the living room. Baelz stared at her emotionless, like she had no idea how to react to any of the extremities she herself had committed, and waited blithely for the woman to react, but Pekomama hardly seemed phased. "Oh, you poor girl," she said. "You've gotten quite dirty haven't you?" Baelz massaged more semen into her cunt, words so far away from anything she could deign to muster. Pekomama continued unabated. "We ought to get you scrubbed nice and clean right away. Come, come, Bae-chan. Take my hand." Baelz languidly followed the older woman's orders, her eyes glued to her tits. She wanted to suck those tits; those fat, perky mammaries. She told Pekomama as such, saying bluntly, "I want to suck your fat titties," and the woman smiled at her. "That can be arranged, but first let's get you in the bath. Okay?" She turned to Marine and Pekora. "Are you two ready to go?" Her words were subsumed by the clapping of skin and the ceaseless moaning, Marine in particular screaming her benefactor's name in mindless ecstasy. They were busy. "I guess we'll go on ahead then," Pekomama said. "Come now, Bae-chan."

"You're so hot," the rat said, dropping the onahole.

"Why, thank you!" Pekomama said. "I sometimes worry my complexion has dimmed, but Marine ensures me I'm still—what was it you said, Marine?" Through her delirious moans, Marine formed the words "breedable seedbed" before her cock erupted with cum. "That's right. A 'breedable seedbed.' I was so flattered to think I've still got it." As she finished her sentence, Pekomama did a slight jump that sent every part of her anatomy, baby and all, jiggling. Her left breast, by chance, wobbled enough that it slipped out from behind her apron.

Baelz stared at it. "You're so fucking hot." Her accent slurred every syllable.

Pekomama narrowed her previously closed eyes. "Tell it to me with your body, then." She grabbed Baelz's hand and whisked her down the hall, accentuating the swing of her wide hips. Baelz grabbed her ass. It was an action based purely on instinct, but she couldn't resist. Marine's words kept echoing in her head. "We can only use her ass." Her jealousy returned to her at that moment. She had no clue what having a penis was like, but imagining herself sinking one into Pekomama's asshole made her horny for such unknowable potentials; for feats she tragically would never achieve in this lifetime. To compensate, she squeezed Pekomama's ass. She squeezed it and rubbed it and spanked it like it was hers, the older woman regarding these acts of molestation nonchalantly with repose. Then, when they entered into the bathroom, she knelt down and motorboated Pekomama's ass, stuffing her whole face into its cushiony crevice; shamelessly, audibly, explicitly gasping as she licked its bubbly circumference.

Pekomama untied her apron and spoke again as though Baelz wasn't degenerating utterly beneath her. "I must thank you for cleaning out Pekora's sleeve, Bae-chan. I usually have to scrub out all of her cummies after they've already dried out, so you've saved me some time this week."

The thought—the supremely absurd thought of Pekomama washing her biological daughter's semen out of a body pillow; of her standing by the kitchen sink in her nudie apron and humming classics from her day as she sponged the exterior for dried spunk. Habitually. Every single day. Knowing and watching her daughter fuck a pillow. Providing upkeep so that she could continue to fuck it. Week after week. For years. The thought overloaded Baelz's mind. How could someone like this possibly exist? Masturbation wasn't enough to express just how turned on the mere existence of this incestuous mother and daughter pair made her, yet it was all she could do. She rubbed her vulva and pinched her clit to see if she wasn't dreaming, and, lo and behold, when she opened her eyes Pekomama's ass was still in her face and her daughter was still moaning down the hall. She was naked and covered in semen inside of an incestuous family's bathroom, her face huffing a pregnant woman's ass as she shamelessly moaned and fingered herself on her knees. Reality was crashing on top of her. Pekomama had watched her suck her daughter's cock. Pekomama had watched her daughter fuck another woman. Pekomama had let her and Marine molest her body. A total stranger Baelz was, and Pekomama batted not a single eyelash.

Baelz concluded.

She wanted to be Pekora.

She wanted to be Pekomama.

She wanted to fuck her own mother and she wanted to see her mother used by her friends endlessly.

She had never once in her life thought about her own mother sexually, but inside of this bathroom, far removed from her home continent, her mother was whoever she wanted her to be.

She was whoever she wanted to be.

Pekomama rubbed soap onto her hands. "Are you ready for your bath, Bae-chan? Let Mama clean you up now." The woman turned around, her apron falling before Baelz's feet. Out flopped her massive erection which slapped against Baelz's cheek, temporarily stunning the girl for its maternal girth moved her already affected heart to tears of joy. Like Pekora's it was orange, but of a much darker hue, likely from ripeness and age, and was bumpy from tip to groin with wrinkles along every contour. Her pregnant belly, sagging just beneath her waist, pushing her cock downwards until it pointed at a near perfect ninety degree angle with her balls, themselves voluptuous and potent and sloshing in audible capacity.

Without thinking, Baelz lashed her tongue along the length of Pekomama's cock, eyes glazed over in lust. Whereas Pekora's cock had been bitter, Pekomama's was sweet with an earthy twang befitting of her secular body. "I love you," she said, moaning as smegma littered her tongue. "I love you, Mama!"

"Ara ara," Pekomama said. "I thought you wanted to, how you said, 'suck my fat titties.'"

"Yesh!" Baelz said, tongue flat against the pregnant woman's shaft. "I want both! I want everything, Mama!"

"Such a spoiled girl," Pekomama tsked. She pulled Baelz to her feet, baring into the young rat's oversexed eyes with a devious grin. "You may not know this Bae-chan," she began, holding the girl against her belly, "but pregnant rabbits release strong hormones—really strong hormones—meant to endear the parents to each other and their babies. But when it comes to intercourse, those hormones can work on anyone. Anyone, Bae-chan." She guided Baelz's hand across her tummy. "Feel it? She likes to kick when I'm aroused."

Baelz just stared back at this marvelous creature, fully ensnared by her beauty. "W-Whose baby is it? I mean, who is the other parent?"

Pekomama smiled. "Pekora's, of course."

Baelz's mouth hung ajar. She had suspected this—known this—but to hear it verbalized sent shivers down her entire body. A sudden throb of need compelled her to hump her cunt against Pekomama's thigh, to which she began wishing that she had Pekora's life; that the baby was hers and that she could fuck this lascivious woman every day forever until the ends of time. Her own mother's image flashed in her mind and Baelz thought, without a moment's doubt, that her mother was so otherworldly gorgeous. She was reveling in such dangerous thoughts and yet her mind yielded without an ounce of resistance as she pictured herself laying with and kissing her mama and concluded that she wanted it and needed it and that she loved life and Pekomama and everything that she represented. But all Baelz could meek out was a whimpering "Mama."

Pekomama sat down on the bathroom stool, then beckoned Baelz to lay in her lap. She cradled the rat against her pregnant stomach, cock throbbing underneath her butt, and held the back of Baelz's shoulders. She brought her close to her left breast. "Here you are, dear. Drink up Mama's milk."

Baelz formed no words. She regressed, taking the offered tit into her mouth. She wasn't sure what to expect—she hadn't nursed since she was a babe, after all—so she flicked her tongue along the nipple and sucked on it roughly, paying no mind to the aggressiveness of her oral ministrations. Pekomama gasped, biting her lower lip as a skeevy grin overtook her. "That's good, Bae-chan. Mhhhm. That's very good." She spread soap across Baelz's body, covering her breasts and belly with foamy white suds. "The milk is coming. Mhhhm, it's coming. Drink up Mama's milk. Drink until Baby is full with Mama's love!" The girl continued sucking, her lips rippling against the areola with a loud burble. Pekomama's nipple grew fully erect, reaching into the back of Baelz's mouth and releasing a gush of milk.

The frenzied horniness Baelz had experienced eased, replaced with a sleepy desire for maternal kinship at the taste of Pekomama's milk. She latched onto the nipple tightly, closing her eyes as she held Pekomama's breasts. Rather than squirt from the intake of minerals and vitamins, she felt a holistic elation, moaning softly and lovingly as her tongue greeted each new gush of her surrogate mother's nectar. It was Pekomama, instead, whose body reacted with intensity, breathing airy breaths of pleasure as she recited to herself esoteric mantras about motherhood. "This is a mother's duty!" she cried, eyes upturned. "Mothers belong to their children! I'm a sow for my daughters!" She dipped her free hand between Baelz's legs, massaging the rat's cunt, fingering its depths with soap. "Does Baby like having her cunny rubbed? Mama loves Baby's cute, pink cunny wunny." The woman let out an uncharacteristically perverse groan, a deep and bellowing undertone surveying her otherwise higher pitch. "Yes! Harder! Suck Mama harder! Make Mama's milkies come!" Baelz continued sucking, her hips hitched upwards by her toes from the pleasure of Pekomama's fingers. The woman in question panted, ecstasy on her scrambled face. "I can feel it coming! I can feel it! Mama's coming! Mama's gonna release her white pee!" Her cock tensed beneath Baelz's bottom and she began to scream the same phrase like clockwork, each time with more conviction: "I'm your Mama! I'm your Mama! I'm your Mama! I'm your Mama! I'm your Mama! I'm your Mama! I'm your Mama! I'm your Mama! I'm your Mama! I'm your Mama! I'm your Mama!"

Pekomama grabbed Baelz's hand and sucked her thumb into her mouth. She moaned around the digit, nibbling it like a pacifier as her eyes rolled back and semen began to explode across Baelz's back. It shot in concentrated bursts to the other side of the bath, streaking the floor, some spatters hitting the adjacent wall. A part of Baelz was frightened by the volume ejected, yet more of her was excited by the prospects it promised; of a potential for inflation beyond even that which Flare was capable of.

"Jeez, Mama. Couldn't you hold back just a little?" Pekora and Marine entered the bathroom, naked and, similarly to Baelz, covered in semen. Pekora stepped into the tiled area with a haught, looming over the rat. "Oi, you better have left some milk for me." Her cock was semi hard and leaking cum. Some dripped onto Baelz's face only to be quickly licked up by the rat. Fresh and liquidy with an aftertaste of Marine's anchovy cunt.

"Now, now Peko-chan. There's enough to… S-Sorry, honey, let Mama catch her breath." Pekomama fanned herself, her face flushed red. "With the baby, cumming that hard can knock the wind out of me."

"It's your fault for being such a perverted mama," Pekora said, sitting down on her knees. She wasted no time nudging Baelz's legs out of the way so that she could latch her mouth onto Pekomama's tit. Finally, Baelz got to see it: incest between mother and daughter in the flesh; an adult woman nursing from her pregnant mama's breast. Pekora's cock didn't even grow erect as she drank. This was normal to her. Drinking her mother's milk had never become an exotic or taboo thing. She was raised to see this as natural. Pekomama, on the other hand, recognized the absurdity, but she tried to hold in her excitement as she baby-talked to her daughter.

"Do you mind if I take your place, Bae?" Marine asked. Cum was streaming down her legs. It mucked between her pretty, painted toes a syrupy white.

Baelz shook her head, dismounting Pekomama's lap. "Go ahead, Senchou."

"Thank you," she purred. Marine knelt beside the older woman, but addressed Baelz. "Now that you've had Mama's milk, you can move on to the next dish." She nodded to Pekomama's cock. Sperm from her recent ejaculation still glazed its tip like icing. "Go on. Show Mama your gratitude. Thank her for having given birth to you."

Hearts dotted Baelz's irises. She wanted to salute her captain, but Marine had already reverted to baby-talking Pekomama's nipple. Baelz squared herself between Pekomama's legs, her indomitable cock twitching as her young drank her milk. As with Pekora, Baelz began by stroking its girth, scraping as many orange shavings of skin up the length as she could. Her other hand went to massaging her drooping balls, which hung beneath a hole in the center of the bath stool. Despite having cum only moments prior, they were still so full; thick, juicy grapes to pair with her throbbing carrot. Pekomama eyed Baelz from up above, moaning favorably to the rat's ministrations. This was her cue to swallow the tip Pekomama's cock, itself shallow in shape like her daughter's, yet nonetheless engorged from years of ripening. Without fail, Baelz began to squirt onto the tiled floor, the flavor of Pekomama's smegma organic like that of home grown produce from a local farmer's market. It almost brought Baelz to tears. For a city-bound bunny, her cock contained all of the nostalgia of the outback in which she had grown up; the earthy textures and tastes of a purely maternal being.

Pekomama held her daughters' head against her breasts and cried in pleasure. "Girls! Drink Mama's milk! Make me cum!" She threw her head back, tongue outstretching in ecstasy. "Use my body! Be healthy! Stay young forever!"

Baelz witnessed Pekomama's balls contracting in tandem with her baby kicking inside her belly. Once again, Baelz proselytized this woman as a libidinal goddess: every part of her was sex; a spectral figure of maternal perfection; the personification of carnal pleasure mixed with unconditional, natal love. As her cheeks inflated with Pekomama's semen, Baelz imagined, in full sincerity, herself bearing this woman's child; of donning an apron of similar scant constitution and coddling their newborns along with her two new step-daughters. Another dangerous fantasy: Becoming her senpais' step-mama; nursing Pekora and Marine with her breasts; letting them use her body day in and day out; cleaning up their cum around the house. Baelz rubbed her burgeoning belly, gulping down more cum than she could possibly hope to stomach and moaning as she gagged. The pleasure she craved wasn't merely corporeal. She wanted to feel and to know the existential pleasure that this perverted milf lived every waking moment of her life. She found herself, once again, wishing that she had these women's lives for herself.

When the spurts died down and Pekomama's cock began to soften, Baelz lifted herself up, cheeks still full of sperm, and crashed hers and the older woman's lips together. Pekomama reacted with modest surprise, but soon yielded to the advance for her own cum tasted ever so divine on the tongue of her dirty rat daughter. Baelz broke their kiss when all of the cum had been transferred over and then addressed her sisters. "Senpai. Senchou. Your milk." Pekora and Marine looked at her with confusion, but soon understood. They unlatched their mouths from their Mama's breasts, their cheeks full with milk, and together fed it all to Pekomama. They then brought Baelz back into the ensemble, retrieving and redistributing the cum and milk they had deposited into Pekomama's mouth between the four of them through myriad wet, sloppy kisses. So large was the volume of fluids they shared that semen, milk, and spit began spilling down their chins and necks, pooling within their collective bucket of tits. Baelz eyed the trickling gobs and dove her head between Marine and Pekomama's breasts, moisturizing her face in cum, bathing in milk, licking every nipple she saw. Marine and Pekora masturbated their cocks against their Mama's pregnant belly and pressed their oozing maws together, lost in the moment of eternal lust as Pekomama rubbed their asses. Eventually, Baelz's libido grew too unbearable and she spread her legs and announced that she wanted nothing more than to pee on Pekomama's belly. Nobody protested, and so the rat orgasmed as she sprinkled apple juice onto their pregnant Mama.

From that point onwards, the four women moved to the bathtub and continued to throw their bodies onto one another. Baelz got to experience the ecstasy of being sandwiched by a mother and daughter, Pekomama's girthy cock stretching her asshole while Pekora's ejaculated in her pussy. Her and Marine teamed up to lick the older woman's asshole before the horny pirate pooned it. Pekomama fucked her daughter. She fucked her daughter and Baelz and Marine fingered one another to the sight. Then Marine put her dick in Baelz's ass while they watched Pekora fuck her mother's pussy.

"But I thought," Baelz moaned, the pirate's newly clean cock scraping her insides so terrifically. "I thought she couldn't use her pussy?"

Pekomama was bent over adjacent to Baelz and caressed the girl's face. "Pekora can do anything she wants!" She moaned. "My baby chamber belongs to her and only her!"

Baelz let her gaze display how turned on she was. "I want you to fuck me again!"

Pekomama laughed. They finished their bathing, bodies as smooth as the day they were born, and moved into the bedroom to continue their orgy. Baelz got her wish and had her pussy filled with her Mama's cum. She then got to suck Senchou's cock as the mother and daughter duo double assaulted the pirate's ass, both of their bumpy, orange cocks stretching her hole as wide as it could go with alternating thrusts. Baelz could swear, between all the screaming, that Marine's mind genuinely broke during that arduous period of time. Even standing directly in front of her face, Marine never seemed to look at Baelz, her eyes glimpsing beyond their current dimension into a libidinal nether zone. Baelz then kissed her captain, semen from her blowjob stringing between their lips. "Thank you, Senchou," she said. "Thank you for everything you've given me today." She kissed Marine again, but Marine could only roll her eyes behind her lids and bellow in otherworldly pleasure as her tummy inflated with the semen of Pekora and Pekomama.

The four women continued having sex until the sun began to rise. They only crashed after their orgasms failed to yield new fluids, so the three daughters nestled against Pekomama's sultry body and snored for a few hours of naked peace. Marine would eventually wake Baelz up around noon and tell her it was time to leave. The rat scanned the bedroom and deflated when she noted the absence of Pekora and Pekomama. She was cheered up with a kiss and was given the clothes Flare and Noel had promised to wash. True to their word, all the wrinkles were ironed and whatever detergent they used smelled lemony fresh. When she was nice and dressed, Marine let her use Pekomama's toothbrush to crispen her breath, after which they greeted the older woman in the kitchen. Not a single bag could be seen under her eyes just as her voluptuous body, hidden only by her trademark apron, showed no signs of fatigue or residue from the previous night's extremities.

"I suppose it's time for you to go, huh Baelz?" Pekomama said.

"I suppose it is." Baelz hugged the woman, wedging her head into her bosom. "I love you, Mama."

"Mama loves you, too," Pekomama whispered. She stroked her surrogate daughter's head, scratching behind her ear. "The baby will be due in two months. Please come visit us then."

"I will. Believe me, Mama, I will." Baelz peered up into the woman's eyes. "And when I do I want you to impregnate me with your child."

Crimson spread across Pekomama's face—the first time she had shown genuine bashfulness to Baelz—but she eventually smiled and kissed the rat tenderly on her lips. "If that's what you wish, Mama will grant it with everything she's got." She gave her one last kiss on the head. "I'll tell Pekora that you said goodbye. She was quite impressed by you last night, you know." It was then that, from down the hallway, the bunny in question yelled "DIE DIE DIE" followed by her highest pitch of jeering laughter. "She's busy right now, as you can tell."

"Thank you, Mama." Baelz removed herself from her hug. "I'll see you soon."

"See you soon," Pekomama waved.

Baelz and Marine bowed on their way out of the apartment and made their way back to the elevator. Marine held her hand. "Your flight is in an hour, so I'll drive you home to get your stuff and then we'll head up to the airport."

"Thank you, Senchou."

Marine kissed her. "Of course."

They traveled back to Baelz's hotel room to pack her bags and then loaded them into Marine's rental car. The drive to the airport required wading through lots of traffic, so Baelz leaned down from the passenger seat over to the driver's side to give her captain a blowjob. "S-Speed bump, Bae!" She shuttled her head further up the shaft when she heard that and embraced the lurch of road-backed deep throat penetration. She had a long flight home, so she was intent on getting as much cheese and cum in her system as she could beforehand. Two ejaculations later, they pulled up to the curb of the airport and located customs. "Is there anything else I can do before you go?" Marine asked.

"Just keep your DMs open for me."

"Haha. Will do." Marine handed the rat one of her bags. "You know, nobody in this airport knows that I had a foot in my ass yesterday."

Baelz smirked. "They don't know that I peed on a pregnant woman."

"Or that I gave birth to an anal plug."

"Or that I ingested a pound of smegma."

"Does that knowledge turn you on?"

Baelz shrugged. "When we put it into words, nothing we did yesterday sounds erotic."

Marine scanned the sea of pedestrians around them. "You know, this terminal alone has at least three hundred people in it, and out of all of them you're probably the only woman to have been sandwiched by a mom and daughter, and you are probably the only woman to have had your stomach inflated by elf cum."

"Maybe," Baelz said. Time was moving too fast. "We're back in society now, though. We're just two boring people saying their boring goodbyes at an airport. Just like the rest of the flock."

"How humanistic of you to say," the pirate laughed. "I'll miss drinking your pee."

"I'll miss eating your cheese."

"I'll miss you."

"And I'll miss you, too."

The two kissed. Modestly since they were in public, but with a lingering, aching need. Marine separated, smacking her lips. "I can taste my cum."

"You and me both." Baelz hitched her bags up onto her shoulders and turned to leave. "I'll be sure to visit again soon. Write to me, okay?"

"I look forward to the day."

"Make sure you keep it dirty until then."

"I will. I really will." Marine waved. "Goodbye, Bae."

Baelz bowed one last time and then walked through the gate to her terminal. She kept her eyes forward, feeling Marine's forlorn gaze on her back, and resided to leave with dignity; to ignore her sorrow and pretend that everything behind her was a different world, one far removed from the Hakos Baelz the rest of the world knew. The embodiment of chaos. A responsible, crowd pleasing rat. Instead, Baelz turned around, sprinting lightly back towards the gate's entrance, and beckoned to Marine from across the aisle. "You know, Senchou!" She said. "There is one thing that you're right about!"

Marine clutched at her chest, then smiled. "Oh yeah? What's that?"

Baelz then spoke, in a manner of address loud enough for a married couple passing by, an elderly woman trudging past, and a businessman on his phone, to stop and stare at the rat in utter awe and dismay at her gleeful shamelessness, the unfathomable confession that she vocalized for any and all to hear: "I probably am the only woman in this airport wearing a carrot-shaped plug."

Stunned, bewildered, and, most importantly of all, endeared, Marine could only watch speechlessly as Baelz waved her goodbye and descended down the line towards her terminal. Just as she had said, there was a tiny, near imperceptible bulge in the back of her pants, one that a few keen-eyed pedestrians also noticed with some shock.

In the middle of the airport lobby, oblivious to the rest of the world's stares, Houshou Marine sprouted an erection that lifted her skirt. All she could think about was how badly she wanted to masturbate to the image of Baelz's backside while it was fresh within her mind, so she walked in a veritable daze to the lady's room, her tented skirt like a divining rod pulling her along, and jerked off twice in one of the stalls before she finally remembered where she was and hurriedly ran away from the public. Baelz, for her part, strut confidently into the plane, convinced that, in some magical way, Marine was still watching her through every wall and cover. But when she took her seat and saw that her flight was, indeed, pulling onto the runway for takeoff, she sniffled with tears, uncertain of who she was and what she would do going forwards.

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"'Underneath her parents' bedroom fixture, we laid naked twixt the corridors bare as lambs in the stables, my bud throbbing as I feasted upon her crooked ring toe, their undersides rough with callouses from her daily commutes.' So her toe really is crooked, huh? I always thought she was joking about that." Gura sat slackened in a fancy chair reading text messages off of Baelz's phone, her tail wrapped around her waist and settled in her lap. She continued: "'With great haste, I excavated IRyS's jam with my tongue, wettening the contours of each freshly manicured digit as my ex-wife licked the arches of my feet with myriad deep breaths intaking my scent.' I'm not sure if 'wettening' is a word."

Baelz sat on her knees, stark naked with semen leaking out of her snatch. She watched in a daze the shark's two penile claspers, each one moist with sperm, quim, and natural oils that, as Gura had explained to her, accumulated along the appendages in preparation for mating. They both matched her skin tone and lacked testicles, because, as was apparently custom for sharks, her reproductive organs were mere protrusions of her pelvic fins.

The anatomy of Gura had always been a topic of inquiry amongst Hololive members. She had slowly evolved over the course of 10,000 years into a hybrid of shark and human, and, as a result, had developed a complex pair of claspers for the sake of repopulating endangered species of shark. The problem came when Gura discovered that her anthropomorphic evolution had inadvertently rendered her incompatible with humans and sharks alike, this despite her instincts for breeding remaining. At least twice a week, Gura's body would go into automatic heat, although the habit was entirely mechanical. Sharks apparently didn't actually feel much in the way of pleasure. They simply reproduced for reproduction's sake.

When Baelz had landed in America she spent a day pretending as if her escapades in Japan had been a one time thing, but her sex began to burn. The memories of a woman's smegma atop her tongue, lighting her entire body ablaze with passion, was too fresh on her mind, and, just as she had after her night with Chloe, found herself masturbating in her hotel room. She lacked a bidet to aid in easy pleasure and clean-up (curses America), but thankfully she had a detachable shower head that let her experiment with different temperatures. It was fun for about an hour. Then she went straight to texting a number of her English-speaking coworkers to secure dates and times for sex. Some, like IRyS, were shoo-ins—been there, done that. Others, like Fauna and Mumei, were entirely new experiences, ones that she would relay to Marine via lengthy text messages, to which Marine would then reply in kind with explicit haikus, dick pics, and, Baelz's favorite, a video of the pirate goading Pekomama into saying "Babu."

On her knees, her eyes bloodshot with drool seeping down her chin, Baelz shuddered. "T-Time?"

"Still got three minutes," Gura said. She opened Baelz's DMs with Marine. "'Baelz, my dear sister, today Flare and I masturbated to one of Suisei's livestreams. Her hand stroked my cock as I narrated my thoughts about how badly I loved the slimness of Suisei's physique and how desperately I wanted me and her to be pressed against a wall for Flare's personal use. She would have her way with our bodies as much as she wants while we wiggle our needy asses to compete for her favor. I then began sucking the head of Flare's cock while Suisei danced. Even laying right next to her, it's long enough to reach with barely a stretch of my neck.' Wow, is Flare's dick really that long?"

"Yesh," Baelz said. "I-It's about as… about as tall as you." The rat was in agony. Standard procedure usually dictated that one warms up their partner's cock with a blowjob before moving on to penetrative sex, but Baelz reasoned that being creampied first and then letting the flavors mix and dry would make the blowjob portion of the deal infinitely tastier. The only caveat was that Gura, being a sadist, insisted on waiting fifteen minutes to let the cum dry properly, so Baelz was forced to sit and endure. To make matters worse, Gura forbade the rat from masturbating, leaving her a mess of jitters as the pungent aroma of sex bombarded her senses. The sperm residing inside her pussy was still warm. It trickled slowly down her thighs, irritating her skin. She wanted to wipe it up—to relieve the itch—but that, too, was against the rules. Every agonizing second was counted by that glacial trickle. So much sperm was still finding its way out; so much rich, tasty shark sperm itching her flesh—gone to waste on the floor below.

Baelz's sex with Gura—if it could even be called that—was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Gura treated everything as a matter of course, no shame or embarrassment in her face as she aligned her naked body parallel to Baelz on the floor. She then inserted both of her claspers into the rat's pussy, something Baelz feared would cause too much stress on her body, but which turned out to be quite the comfy fit thanks to Noel having stretched her out so much. She wondered if this was how Marine's asshole felt, so free and open, and became really turned on at the thought. She also wondered whether or not her pussy being able to hold two shark claspers was even something to be proud of, but it felt nice so she didn't think too hard about the implications. What did throw Baelz for a loop, however, was when the tips of Gura's claspers umbrella'd out into spurs and stuck themselves against the insides of her vaginal walls. Gura assured her it was purely to hold them in place, but the bizarre combination of sexual stimulation and tickling in places not meant to be tickled made her cough.

For the next hour and a half, sperm began to flow in a steady, non-stop stream from each of Gura's claspers into Baelz's cervix. Excess cum would regularly overflow out of her pussy and pool around them on the floor, which lacked any rugs or carpets presumably for this exact scenario. It was, for Baelz, a surreal experience. Gura never moved. She laid relatively still atop the rat's body to mediate the flow of semen, her form routinely prostrate. All Baelz was to do was lay there motionless; a body purely for storage. To her disappointment, it was never an overtly pleasurable act, but after a prolonged time spent underneath the shark, Baelz's psychology changed. She grew trusting of Gura, feeling as though they had been lifelong partners. She began telling her personal things, including details about her many text messages and partners, and experienced light euphoria as more and more semen pooled into her. Pekomama's words about a pregnant woman's hormones crossed her mind, and she assumed this was the same type of sensation. Forced to do nothing for ninety minutes but hold a cute girl by her gills, stare into her monotone smile, and accept her warm, potent sperm—it did something emotionally to her.

Baelz ran her hands along the girl's body, stroking her thick, musky tail. "Are you perhaps sensitive here?"

Gura giggled. "Ame thought the same thing when we first started doing this. When I told you I don't have any erogenous zones, I meant it. The only pleasure I get from any of this is purely psychological." She lowered her mouth to Baelz's breast. "If you're getting bored, I can do this for you."

"Sounds nice," Baelz said, letting out a soft moan. The more she acclimated to the process, the more she allowed her body to relax, her head tilting back as her eyes closed, casting herself into mental freefall. Moans of the meekest, most quaint tenor emanated from her lips, deliberate in their attempt to seduce Gura. She wanted the shark to see her sensually—to touch her romantically—although she understood that desire to be a purely unattainable flight of fancy. This girl, for all the love she gave to her friends on stream, was coyly asexual in private. It left a lot of ambiguity as to what their relationship was, but Baelz would be lying to herself if she said this part of Gura wasn't intensely erotic in its own right.

That had been then, however. The present Gura was childlike and mischievous, delighting in Baelz's agony; a predator playing with her food. She massaged her tail as she swiped through the rat's phone, smirking at all the familiar names in her recents. "'Dear Bae, from Kronii.' Ahh, this should be good. 'You looked so savory and pathetic splayed out on my floor. To think you got so wet just from my spitting on you. The way you scratched underneath my frenulum as though it were a cat's chin while I tightened our leashes together will warm my heart for years to come, and I don't just say that because I came on your face, but because the face you made when I came looked so sexy. I'm not sure if it was your orgasm or the choking, but when your eyes rolled behind your eyelids I could swear you were just begging to have your cunt stuffed with my ravenous, time bending, bitch breaker of a girlco—' Oh, time's up!"

Baelz practically teleported to Gura's claspers, her tongue slobbering along the parts she had identified as possessing the most cheese. The semen in her pussy became runnier as she grew wetter, her fingers inserting themselves to stir the pot. As of late, she'd found it harder to cum. It was becoming the case that to achieve even moderate results, Baelz would need to seek out increasingly extreme forms of stimulation. Gura's sperm count happened to be three times as dense as a regular human's, each and every minute speck of smegma having dried into thick, sandy chunks of endless supply, and this, indeed, did meek out a handful of satisfying squirts from Baelz, but nothing as intense as what she had experienced in Japan. Nevertheless, she lapped up all of the offered cheese, making sure to clean its tops and bottoms thoroughly and professionally.

Gura, meanwhile, snapped pictures of Baelz's libidinal frenzy and sent them to Marine, who read and replied quickly with her own horny banter followed by a selfie of her being fucked by Noel. "Hmm," she hummed. "Senchou's body looks quite ripe for inseminating. Don't you think so, Bae?"

Baelz had both claspers stuffed in her mouth, each one sucked clean of cheese, a thin coat of saliva glazing their surfaces. She peered up at Gura and burped. "Whazzat?"

"Never mind." She scrolled up some more and came upon texts from Chloe. "So this is where it all started, huh? Let's see what kind of kinky stuff Chloe has to say—"

"No!" Baelz perked out of her stupor. "Don't read those!"

"A-Ah," Gura shut off the phone. "My bad. I didn't read them."

Baelz shook her head. "N-No, I'm sorry." She took her phone back, collapsing onto the floor as she held it to her chest. "I should've told you not to open those. That's my bad."

"You probably shouldn't have told me to open any of them, frankly," Gura said. She stood from her chair and stretched. "I'll grab the bucket."

"Thanks." Baelz rested for a moment, her crotch still plagued by a distant itch. Gura set a bucket full of water next to her, then dropped a towel onto her face. "I'll worry about the floor, so you just clean yourself up. Or, well, I'll get Ame to handle it."

Baelz lifted herself with weary muscles. "She must really like you to clean all this up."

"Eh, maybe." Gura pulled her onesie over her head, her claspers dangling beneath the hem. "She'll definitely like those photos I took of you. She's got her own kinks, you know."

"I see." Baelz spread her legs over the buckets, splashing water into her pussy and soaking up extracted cum with the towel. "Do you like those photos, Gura?"

"Yeah, sure. They're pretty sexy."

"Are you going to jerk off to them?"

"I don't jerk off." The shark squatted next to Baelz, a bottle of water procured. "As you saw, I don't feel pleasure so much as I feel an urge to breed. Jerking off doesn't really achieve anything for me."

Baelz smirked. "So you've never done that to, let's say, a body pillow?"

"Nope." Gura poured herself a cup of water, then checked her own phone. "Ame's on her way here, by the way. You can watch me inseminate her if you want."

"Hmm, I wish," Baelz sat the towel in the bucket and reached for her clothes. "You're today's first meetup. I've got one more appointment that I need to head to soon."

"And do tell, Bae my dear, who could possibly be as important as Ame or I?"

The rat held a finger to her lips. "That's a secret now, but I'll send you pics if you want."

"Don't bother. I'll just read your texts again next time." She watched Baelz redress herself, pulling her panties over her curved bum, her plug outlined in the fabric; re-clasping her less than modest bra. Although Gura didn't feel any sexual urges in the traditional sense, she was still, nevertheless, attracted to other girls. As she took in the shape of Baelz's body, she began to circle her, her eyes dilating. Without any warning, she leapt onto the rat, standing on her tiptoes in order to reach the bare of Baelz's neck to which she sank her pointed teeth into the same plot Marine had left her original hickey. The bite pierced her skin, drawing small traces of blood that Gura drank in hunger and greed.

Baelz gasped out in pain, her immediate instinct to struggle out of Gura's grasp, every hair on her body frayed, but instead she let the pain ripple through her body. Even if it was a predatory urge rather than an explicitly sexual one, Gura's desire to possess Baelz in any form at all turned her on. She held onto the shark's head, her once agonizing face morphing into one of open pleasure as she bit her lip. She had been prey all her life, yet she never realized until that moment how erotic the thought of being eaten was; of being consumed. She found herself parting her lips, accepting the pain in all of its sensory truths, and moaned. "I love this. I love being alive."

Gura extracted her teeth and licked the affected wound. She then stepped back and, in one last flash of inspiration, spanked Baelz on the ass. "Sorry. Sometimes I can't help myself."

Baelz breathed, freshly aroused. "That's okay. Neither can I lately." She shared a longing glance with Gura, but eventually crouched down to retrieve her shorts. "Call me, okay?"

"Sure," Gura waved. "Have fun at your next appointment."

"I will. Thanks." Baelz leaned forward and kissed her friend. She tasted the iron in her blood for the first time and was moved to near tears. She then broke the kiss, Gura staring back at her nonchalantly. A one-sided affection. "I really, really wanted to do that while you were inseminating me."

"What stopped you?"

Baelz shrugged. "It just didn't feel right." She pulled up her shorts, buttoned her shirt, and tied her shoes. "Bye Gura. I'll see you again soon."

"I'll be looking forward to it."

Baelz nodded and left the apartment without a second glance. On her way down the stairs, she had to spritz herself with perfume so as not to stink up the taxi she waved down. Similarly, before she told the driver her destination she ate two breath mints. He still grimaced (shark smegma left quite an odor, as it turned out). Baelz paid him no mind and sat back in her seat, texting her beloved Senchou while she rubbed her legs together, still horny. Senchou, she typed. I confess that I can no longer satisfy myself to any extent that is full or complete. I know only a bottomless hunger, one that only grows deeper the more I seek to quench it. I keep thinking about your face when Mama and Pekora took you; how you genuinely and truly broke. Your eyes haunt my every thought. Baelz peered up at the driver to check if he was watching, and, free of his inspection, she dipped one hand between her thighs and rubbed her vulva through her panties. Senchou, this stuffy life isn't enough for me anymore: these big buildings; this traffic; these clothes. I want to feel as you did, Senchou. I want to shed these clothes called skin. She hit send and tried to recompose herself, but her legs kept shifting. She wanted to masturbate more. She wanted to cum all over the car's leather seats while she rubbed her clit. The meter ticked on the driver's dashboard. Baelz felt every tick evaporate seconds from her lifespan. She texted Senchou again: No matter how much I cum, I wake up and remember I'm still inside my body. I tremble at my own desires and what I know I'm about to do.

The taxi pulled into the parking lot of a shoddy office building. It was a recently opened HololiveEN headquarters, although no signs or marquee marked it as such for the sake of anonymity. Accordingly, Baelz handed her business debit card to the driver with a moist hand. He decided not to comment. It would get her out of the car faster.

Baelz rushed out of the cab, nearly stumbling over herself onto the concrete. Quim was dripping down her thighs. Why did she even bother wearing underwear today? She rubbed her crotch as she walked, but felt the need for climax and sat around the armrest of an outside bench and humped to no avail. It was a hollow action that fulfilled none of its promises, leaving her instead with a temporary dry spell as she entered the office's front doors.

There were no employees inside. Sunday shifts ended early and janitors didn't arrive until Monday nights. The employee gym was left accessible with a key card along with a sauna which the talent used a lot, more so than any of the other facilities. It was Baelz's first time inside the new headquarters, but she knew exactly where to go to find the saunas. There was a keen smell in the air, one thicker than the steam, that wafted down every corridor; one so vile that even she felt the urge to pinch her nose. The stench of garbage and rot along with sex and cum seemed to densen the air, inducing sweat on the rat's brow. Every corner she rounded hitched her goosebumps and her heartbeat, for she began to wonder if what she was promised wasn't too much for her to handle. Her tail wanted to retreat off of her body. Even her ears folded inwards from the odor's viscosity. She rounded one more corner and saw a familiar face, a foreigner to America just like her, currently on a layover from her world tour. Ollie, her zombified friend from Indonesia, naked without a towel in sight, sat with her legs shamelessly spread on a hallway bench. Out between those legs bore the largest cock Baelz had ever seen, almost equal in length to Flare's, yet wider to the point that Ollie required two hands to stroke it. A comically large condom hung off the tip and was filled to the size of a dumpster bag, the volume of semen almost too immense to believe. Baelz glanced down to the girl's crotch and understood. Ollie's balls were obscene. They were bigger than Marine and Pekomama's breasts; bigger than their pregnant bellies and then some. They nearly drooped to the floor, and even with her legs spread their width squished against her inner thighs. Her cock was fiction made reality; the icon of every seedy, underground porno embodied in loosely stitched flesh.

Ollie noticed the rat standing nearby. Instead of waving, she continued masturbating. "Hey sexy! I see you've already stripped."

Baelz was stark naked. She hardly registered her own actions, having felt like her clothes just magically slid off her body rather than her having purposefully removed them. "Ollie," she began, talking past the drool overrunning her lips. "That's… oh my god."

"Pretty big, right? Real good bitch breeder." She haphazardly yanked the condom off her cock to grant Baelz the full picture, one hand still stroking. The sight was an offense to the senses. Her cock was that of a horse's, fully unsheathed from two layers of preputial folds to form a muscular, three tiered abomination that was completely at odds with the girl's slim physique. Even in her upright sitting posture, it stretched up to her head, its engorged—is tip the right word? Dorsal maybe? Baelz hardly understood the complexities of her own rat-human biology let alone the physiology of a goddamn horse cock. Ollie laughed at her dumbfoundedness. "Speechless are we now, Bae? Fuck, you have such a hot body. God, fuck. I've always wanted to see what that hot cunt can do."

"B-But why…? A human cock would've been—"

"Been there. Done that. Human cocks are laaaaaaame!" A voluminous spurt of pre-ejaculate gushed down the length of her shaft, its consistency noticeably thicker than regular semen. "I'm aiming for one hundred percent guaranteed pregnancy here, Bae, and horse cocks produce waaaaaaay more sertoli cells during mating season."

Baelz maintained her dumbfounded stare. "I'm sorry, the WHAT cells?"

Ollie rolled her eyes. "I forget most people don't know these things." She patted her balls, themselves stitched poorly around the seams. "See these puppies? There are like four layers of sack to this scrotum. I accidentally stitched them on in the wrong order, but covered it with some butt skin I had lying around. Damn, that ass was fine. What a waste of a fine ass."

Baelz shook her head. "Listen, I'm not—that's not what's important. It's just, okay, like… Ollie, what the actual fuck!?"

The zombie jeered. "Are you telling me you don't want to suck it—"

"Yes. Yes, I want to suck it. Yes." Baelz was nothing if not honest under pressure.

"Then stop asking useless questions already, you slutty rat. Put that sexy mouth to better use."

Baelz gulped. Despite her body's every hair pointing in the direction opposite of Ollie's cock, her third sense screamed of danger. Her sight and smell substantiated this paranoia. It wasn't simply that Ollie's cock was huge—although it most certainly was the largest and longest specimen Baelz had yet faced—but the odor of gunk wafting from its shaft evoked imminent decay. Logically, she must have gotten that horse cock from somewhere. Black splotches along its shaft seemed to confirm that this now hyperactive appendage had, at one point in recent memory, been rendered inert. Yet, no matter how much Baelz acknowledged this grim history, the sheer volume of semen deposited in that one tarp sized condom did not lie. It was potent. It was alive.

Baelz's feet moved themselves. She had grown used to her mind and body acting independently of one another. She considered it one step closer to achieving her fabled break, that point in which her own body ceased to contain the entity known as Hakos Baelz and became its own nominal specter.

"That's right, baby. Move that womb. Fuck, you have such a hot fucking fuckable womb." Ollie's libido was uninhibited, bordering on sociopathic. Baelz loved her for that. As she neared the zombie, she could swear that she actually felt her womb tremble. Whether that was out of fear or excitement she couldn't tell, but the abundance of quim streaming down her legs implied the latter. Once she was within arm's reach, Ollie grabbed her by the sides and yanked her forwards, pressing her stitched face into her belly. "FUCK!" She screamed, hands beginning the trek across her nude body. "GIRL BODY! REAL, HOT GIRL BODY!" She slid down to the rat's crotch and inhaled deeply around her cunt. "FUCK, I LOVE PUSSY. GIRL PUSSY SMELLS LIKE HOME." She took another whiff, eyes misaligning, and then lashed her tongue at Baelz's clit, slurping it like ramen, spit and quim spraying every which way.

Baelz moaned in surprise. Ollie's hands were frigid to the touch. Death had rendered the girl's body eternally cold, a condition which ensnared the girl to the flesh of the living; to the heat in Baelz's blood and the warmth of her pigmented skin. This revelation seized Baelz with a sudden urgency and she wrapped her arms around Ollie's head, moaning freely as she held the girl's head against her abdomen and as those freezing fingers entered her pussy. This poor, poor girl. It was no wonder she had developed such extreme perversions.

Baelz watched her cock bob against her side. The size of its urethra was staggering, the hole spasming with liquidy sperm pooling into the crater-like shape of its glans. She reached for the shaft but paused at the expanse of heat radiating off of it. The waves in the air surrounding it were visible. Sweat accumulated along Baelz's palm, the clammy discomfort sinking her heart for the doom she willingly signed herself up for, and she mustered the will to grasp at its head, wrapping what she could of her hand around the girth.

Ollie gasped. "OHHHHHH FUCK YES! YOU BODY! YOU SEXY BODY! TOUCH MY COCK! I WANT TO CUM FROM YOUR TOUCH!"

Baelz rubbed the head of Ollie's cock. The size was such that any minor twitch caused it to whip, its force so powerful that it pulled the rat's hand back with it. Flare's cock had been incapable of growing properly erect despite its musculature, so throbs merely wiggled it in place. Ollie's flung like a standing punching bag, reeling so far back as to bunt her own chin. The longer Baelz stared at it, and the more her hand perspired around its shaft, the hotter her face flushed. She could almost hear it talking to her, screaming:

OBEY AND SUBMIT.

It spoke in all the words Baelz wanted to hear.

It told everything she wanted to believe.

YOU ARE LESS THAN A GUTTER RAT.

LESS THAN ALL YOU CAN CONCEIVE.

"Okay," Baelz answered, holding Ollie's cock against her side. She kissed the tip. "I'm yours. You can have me. You can have my everything."

Ollie leaned back, quim dripping off her chin. "Is that right?" She gave Baelz's body another clap, watching how the skin of her tummy rippled upon contact. Her stitches held her skin together. Her stitches rendered her skin still and immobile. She slapped Baelz's skin again and cooed at its movement. "Get to work, rat. Make me cum."

Baelz could feel it, a change occurring in her head. A complete and total sense of objectification. This must have been how Pekomama felt. The very animatism of her body—the fact that it was a body and that it was living—became the grounds for Ollie's fetishization. No longer was her partner responding to her desires as she satisfied theirs. This exchange was entirely at Ollie's behest. She was purely Ollie's definition. A rat who sucks cock. Nothing more. Everything less. She mounted Ollie, her knees staged on either side of the zombie's thighs while her cock ran up the length of Baelz's body. It came up to her chin. Holy fuck, it came up to her chin. Musky residue stuck from its shaft against her body, slime of some unidentifiable nature slathered all along the glans. Baelz wedged it between her breasts and hugged it with her arms, then used her entire body to stroke it, her cunt humping against Ollie's balls, her belly flagellating against the sheath. She then swirled her tongue around the head, scooping up crust and other excrements that tingled her taste buds, and narrowed her interests on Ollie's urethra. Spurts of runny cum were already splashing from it onto Baelz's face, so she burrowed her drooling tongue into the hole, her saliva loosening all the dried semen stuck inside.

"GODDAMN, SLUT! THAT'S GOOD!" Ollie's tongue hung out of her mouth as she barked. Her hand came thundering down on Baelz's butt hard enough to make the rat squeak. "HUMP MY POLE, BABY! USE THAT CUNTY COCK-SLEEVE BODY TO JERK ME OFF!"

Baelz pressed her lips against the hole and sucked. She wanted to dredge out all of the zombie's smegma; to extract her essence with a deep and slobbery kiss straight into the heart of her interests. Baelz's interlocked arms went into overtime, hammocking her breasts in place while stroking the backside of Ollie's cock; her entire body in vertical motion. She then narrowed her knees, pushing Ollie's legs further in an attempt to squeeze her balls for more cum.

Ollie flicked her tongue at Baelz, her motor functions acting out her fantasy of licking the rat's face. "FUCK! REAL GIRLS FEEL SO GOOD! SO MUCH HOTTER THAN MY HANDS!" She hung her head back, both of her hands pulling Baelz's ass apart, her butt plug straining in its damp nest. "I'M ABOUT TO CUM! FUCK, I'M GONNA SPLURT ALL OVER YOUR SLUTTY RAT FACE!" The heat in her cock boiled as semen traveled up her shaft. Sweat of an unbearable thickness accumulated along the entirety of Baelz's body, begging her to jump away from the appendage, yet she maintained her position, tongue firmly rooted inside of Ollie's cock. Even as her semen's brackish current jolted her taste buds to near orgasm, Baelz stood her ground and blocked the entryway for Ollie's cum.

Ollie's eyes and mouth went wide. "Eh!? EHHHH!?" The initial gush of orgasm slowly subsided, and, with nowhere else for any of it to go, her semen began its gruelling descent back down the chute. The zombie's limbs flailed. "NOOOOO! WAIT! LET IT OUT! LET IT OUT!"

Baelz smirked through her blowjob. It may have been inhumane, but this was necessary to reach her highest pursuit. With her body still rubbing against Ollie's cock, she narrowed her knees further, crunching Ollie's balls. The zombie protested. "STAAAAHP! MY BALLS! DON'T SQUISH MY BALLS!" Her groin was overrun with excess sperm, her extensive ejaculation forced back into the depths from whence it was created. The sensation was excruciating, her hands gripping onto the seat and her legs kicking in reflex. Her cock was still in the process of softening after her orgasm when Baelz's ministrations pumped pleasure back through its veins. Every throb and every pulsation hurled semen back up the shaft only to once again be blocked by the rat's tongue. Her already massive testes soon expanded in size, incapable of containing the product of its labor. Ollie screamed. "RAT! YOU FUCKING RAT! I WANNA CUM I WANNA CUM I WANNA CUM! LET ME CUM!"

Baelz giggled into the zombie's cock, then choked it harder with her body. Her heart beat synched with its throbs, each one pulsing with a half-life as its languished, semi-hard state battled between fatigue and excitation. Ollie puffed out her chest and roared. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! I'M CUMMING AGAIN!" A premature ejaculation boiled up all her previous semen, like popping kettle corn, and a torrent of new and old sperm rose back to the top only to, once again, be blocked by the Aussie's tongue. All of it—a potential gallon's worth—was forced into retreat, further swelling the girl's balls, themselves swallowing up Baelz's legs in their expansive mass.

Ollie pulled at her eyes. They rolled backwards—one successfully spinning all the way around—as she cried out in agony. "PLEASE! LET ME LET ME CUM LET ME CUMMMMM!"

Baelz spoke into the cock the words "one more," but all that surfaced was the sound of gurgling cum. She continued lashing her tongue at the inside of Ollie's walls, collecting more cum and coaxing more to the top. Even the shaft was swollen, the zombie's cum pooling like a thermometer into the only place it could. Now her cock's pulsations were frequent and indiscriminate, seemingly unable to articulate the mix of discomfort and pleasure. It twitched and it spasmed, trembling in genuine fear. Baelz thought that it was trying to retreat back into its sheath, so she tightened her hold, compressing the semen inside and further blanketing Ollie's brain. Random parts of her cock would move on their own, its nerve endings sending false signals; neurons misfiring in the heat of its confusion. It wanted to shrink, but it needed to cum and so stiffened until stone, erecting to the skies with express intent to rocket off the zombie's body. It was bigger than it had been before. Its cells conspired to grow until it generated more room for her cum.

Out of mind and out of options, Ollie pushed Baelz off her lap, the rat falling hard on her bottom. Some strings of cum shot forth from her cock, but, much to her dismay, they burned more than they relieved, so she stood from her seat and grasped with both hands her indomitable phallus and choked it until it reddened, tugging with rage at the skin for any and all relief to conceal her discomfort until, finally, her balls gurgled and her cock tensed, the boil of climax building as her entire body seized with euphoria. For the first time in the years since she became immortalized as a seventeen year old girl, Ollie Kureiji felt warmth flow through her blood. She felt sweat perspire on her person and her pores activate. She felt numbness in her limbs and the beat of her long dead heart. She felt the sweet bliss of heat engulf her body and with it the bliss of being alive. Rather than form words, she roared as three copious loads of semen expelled from her cock in one instantaneous jet.

Baelz opened her arms, her chin tilted up as her mouth hung open in anticipation of her reward. The sheer volume of cum was unprecedented. It showered her from head to toe as though she were kneeling before a hydrant. It bleached her hair a murky white, blanketed her eyes, and clothed her bare chest. Large gobs fell onto her tongue while cum elsewhere absorbed into her pores. Her body began to shudder. The taste electrified her, but the dirtiness of her body took her further. The smell of life and death upon her flesh, burying her in its pungent essence until her body took on the visage of all her obsessions. But there was still no orgasm; no violent squirting as she had become accustomed to in Japan. She rubbed her cunt with her semen covered fingers and concluded that further stimulation would be required.

The wind knocked out of Ollie's sail, the girl's legs wobbling as she struggled to stand upright. "Holy… oh my holy fuck." Even as her cock softened, she continued stroking it, more and more feeble spurts expelling onto the floor. Janitors be damned. There were no idols between Hololive's office walls. "My eyes misaligned there for a second. I think one still has some drift. That was insane."

"Ohh?" Baelz reached her hand out and scratched the underside of Ollie's cock. "Don't tell me you're done?"

The zombie stared at her dumbfounded. "W-What do you mean?"

"I mean, you're not even going to fuck me?" Baelz rubbed her pussy. "I thought you were aiming for one hundred percent pregnancy? Are you really satisfied with such a half assed ejaculation?"

"That was… it's not…." Ollie scrambled for words, the image of Baelz's jeering smirk sinking her heart. "You scare me. There's no way I could… not after that…." Her cock funneled between her hands faster, slowly ascending once again. Before she knew it, her cock was unsheathed, erect, and throbbing.

Baelz laid herself on her back and spread her legs. There, baptised in semen and tingling on the cusp of something sublime, chaos planted its final stake. "Go ahead. Take me. Break me beyond repair."

Ollie advanced with predatory intent, her gait wide in posture so as not to pinch her balls. They rumbled, another batch of sperm brewing. "Pussy," she muttered, mouth drooling. "I'm gonna fuck a pussy." She squatted in a pool of her own cum and stared point blank into Baelz's cunt. It was a lovely shade of pink, each of its sensitive folds highlighted by quim, though obfuscated slightly by her own runny cum. She stuck one of her fingers inside, causing shivers to ride up Baelz's spine. "It's warm," she said, on the verge of tears. "It's so warm."

"It's all yours," Baelz said. "Now fuck me."

"Ahhhh. Ahhhhhhhhhh." Ollie preemptively spurt cum onto Baelz's pussy; more preliminary lube. Her balls were dipped into the cum along with her knees. She rubbed her cock into the mess to further butter it, then pointed it straight at Baelz's stick core whereupon more pre-ejaculate gushed forth. The thought of a warm and wanting pussy alone made her want to cum endlessly. Even as she bared the head of her cock against the rat's entrance, it continued to discharge without restriction, too eager for patience or methodology. Baelz nary had an inclination to mind and gave herself over to the moment, letting her eyes close. For all the hairs that stood atop her body and for all the itches in her brain that signaled her on-coming rapture, Baelz felt a calm acceptance wash over her. Soon she would know true pleasure like her Senchou.

But then a door opened.

From behind them.

And voices rang out:

"See, look. I told you I heard someone out here."

"Is that Bae? Why is the floor so wet?"

From within the changing rooms that led into the sauna emerged Mori and Kiara. The former wrapped a towel around her naked form, although the insufficient length of it left the tops of her areolas and the bottom of her balls exposed. Kiara, on the other hand, was nude, her orange bush and inner thighs splashed with translucent liquid that told the tale of her and Mori's prior exploits. That, plus the reaper's hand was still firmly planted on her ass.

Baelz and Ollie stopped dead in their tracks. The four women stared across the aisle at one another, waiting for someone to speak. Eventually, Ollie's entire body blushed a bright red. "K-K-K-Kiara-senpai…!" She stuttered, clutching her chest. "N-N-N-N-N-Naked Kiara-senpai!?"

Baelz awkwardly waved at the couple. "Hi mates. Yes, it's nice to see you, nice to see you. Listen, sorry to be a drag, but we're kinda busy here so could you maybe come back later and—"

"KIWAWA-SENPAI!" Ollie dashed straight to the naked phoenix, cum slinging from her cock as a trail of wet footprints marked her trek. She stopped directly in front of the phoenix, her erection extending out to Kiara's stomach. "OMG KIWAWA-SENPAI! I WANNA FUCK YOUR CUNT! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE LET ME FUCK YOUR PUSSY, OH PLEASE, I WANNA PUT MY COCK IN YOUR HOT CUNT! NO, WAIT, LET ME KNOCK YOU UP! CAN I? CAN I? I WANNA GET YOU PREGNANT! PLEASE, KIWAWA-SENPAI, I WANNA AGE THAT HOT SLUTTY BODY OF YOURS WITH QUINTUPLETS! PLEASE!? PLEASE!?"

Much like with Baelz, Ollie's excited cock prematurely spurt semen onto Kiara's body, though the consistency this time around was slightly thicker. The phoenix inspected it, unphased by the uproarious demand, and looked to Mori. "It cool if I do that?"

Mori shrugged. "Sure. Why not."

Kiara turned to Ollie. "Okay, you can knock me up, I guess."

The zombie squealed more girlishly than anyone knew she was capable of. "YES! YES! YES! OH, FUCK YES!" She grabbed Kiara by the shoulders and forced her to the floor, not a single moment's pause to consider the woman's comfort, and loomed over her with drool dripping onto her still stoic face. Ollie then shoved, in one domineering swing of her hips, her engorged tip into Kiara's snatch, the bulge of horse cock immediately evident in her groin. Lacking the patience to worm it in properly, Ollie thrust once again—harder this time—and pushed her womb up into her tummy until the bulge was such that her belly button inverted and until it stretched far enough to knock against her breasts. "SEX!" Ollie screamed. "SEX WITH KIWAWA-SENPAI! YOUR CUNT IS MINE! TAKE IT! TAKE MY COCK YOU WHORE OSHI!"

Mori let her towel fall off her body and began jerking off, her knees bent as her legs spread wide. She watched her girlfriend morph from a collected professional into a broken, moaning record, any and all traces of the reciprocatory passion they had shared in the changing room replaced with total submissive lust for another woman. "Hah. Hah," Mori muttered to herself, their new and radical context already degenerating her rationality. "That's right. Breed her. Knock her up. Knock my Taka up good. Hot sex…."

All of it had happened in the span of a minute. A new, ungodly spectacle materialized almost out of thin air, one which Baelz was entirely separated from. She just watched on, dumbfounded beyond belief, laying in her pool of cum with her legs still spread. "What the actual fuck?" She said to herself. "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?" She sat herself up and pointed with a vengeance at the zombie. "Oi, Ollie! Get back here and finish what you started! I'm still in heat!"

Ollie heard none of the rat's words. She had entered her own private world of domination, whatever leftover human instincts to repopulate she had from her time alive kicking into full gear as she rammed her cock into Kiara's pussy. Mori heard the rat but didn't care, not when Kiara had bypassed the domain of words. They were each stuck in a matrix of lustful feedback, too far away to be reached. Baelz had been successfully robbed from her long awaited climax. It didn't matter that the scene unfolding before her was itself a tantalizing display. All it did was mock her in place of closure.

The door to the changing rooms opened again, only this time the two faces that emerged were near identical. The canine sisters Fuwawa and Mococo, also naked and with semen iced around their mouths, came upon the scene of Kiara's rabid breeding with some confusion. "Hueh," they both said, only to momentarily see the outline of Ollie's cock in her belly. "W-Wow…" Mococo meekly said. Her sister, instead, exclaimed the word: "Wow!"

Baelz noticed the two, but more specifically she noticed their cocks slowly undocking from their prepuces. At first they didn't appear like much, but their pink glans continued extending, further and further out from their groins like measuring tape, eventually building to a point of gravitational collapse, too hindered by their lengths to maintain proper erectile form. Even more arresting to Baelz, however, was the slow unveiling of dried cum on their cocks, every extra inch uprooted seeming to pull smegma from untold ages out from within. Although their girths were thin, a matching fit for their petite bodies, their potential for destruction was immense. "F-FuwaMoco!" Baelz cried. "Bau Bau!"

True to Pavlov's word, both sisters responded with a synched "Bau Bau," their once lowered tails wagging as they turned to see Baelz laying in a pool of cum. "Ahh, it's Bae-senpai!" Mococo said.

"Bae-senpai!"

"What're you doing on the floor, Bae-senpai?"

"Bau Bau?"

They walked closer, Mococo blushing slightly, her hands making a modest attempt at covering her privates. Fuwawa let it all hang, her breasts bouncing as though she were unaware such a thing was considered indecent.

Baelz mustered herself to her knees. "G-Girls," she said. "I'm afraid I'm a very famished rat."

"Famished?" They both repeated.

"Parched."

"Bau."

"Bau."

"Right. Bau. So I desperately need your help. Just pretend you're doctors."

"Ah!" Fuwawa exclaimed. "We're good at that!"

"Yeah, yeah! We're really good at that!"

"Great!" Baelz said. She scanned their bodies. Up close, the thinness of their frames revealed a latent eroticism, ones almost asexual in design, yet ideal by most metrics: Mococo by her lack of any fat whatsoever and Fuwawa by her sagging breasts. Similarly to Gura, the sisters were less swayed by human notions of attraction or intimacy, but by the purely conditioned urges wrought on by their animal instincts. Even despite Mococo's apparent coyness, the lack of forethought in either of their eyes spoke to their baser desires, to satisfy the spontaneous flares of arousal brought about by their mere having sexes. Baelz remembered seeing them secretly humping sandbags before one of their 3-D events and suddenly regretted not letting them have her then and there. "I have but one request from you darling girls: Please, both of you put your cocks inside my mouth."

Fuwawa's ears twitched. "We can definitely do—"

"We can't do that!" Mococo interrupted.

"Eh? Why not?"

Mococo shrugged. "Aren't our penises too dirty?"

"Dirty?" Fuwawa peered down. "Bau Bau?"

Baelz waved her hand. "No, no. Please. I prefer them like that. Believe me," she nodded towards Ollie, who by then had already inflated Kiara's tummy with cum to the point of spewing back out onto the floor; a second lake of life wetting the floor. "That was supposed to be me."

"Hueh?" Mococo said. "That's weird, Bae-senpai!"

"Yeah, yeah! Like, super weird, Bae-senpai!"

The rat nodded. She began to speak softer. "Yeah, it's a little weird, but I love this more than anything else in the world, so won't you two please do me this favor?"

Baelz may as well have removed their leashes. Mococo's hands dropped their guard and she grasped her cock by the glans, her face immediately scrunching at the permission for uninhibited pleasure. "Bau…! Bau Bau! We can do that!"

"Yeah!" Fuwawa stroked her glans to equal effect. "I'll go first!"

"No!" Mococo shouted.

Fuwawa's tail halted. "No?"

"I want to go first!"

"But I want to go first!"

"Janken then!"

"But I always lose Janken!"

"Girls!" Baelz cut in. She crawled to their feet and ran her hands up their legs. Their limbs were so boney that Baelz's fingers floated rather than sank across the skin, although this quality said nothing of their creaminess; supple despite the standing hairs adorning their stature, each microscopic bristle as erect as their cocks. Baelz then came upon their hips, whereupon she guided them inwards until both of their unsheathed cocks rested upon her face. "I want both of you," she said. She began peppering kisses along each of their glans, her hands now reaching underneath to massage their pouches. "I want both of your cocks inside of me. I can take it."

The sisters began to pant as their doggish tongues hung from their mouths. "Ahhhh," they both moaned. Their tails wagged vertically, every jolt of pleasure in their cocks flicking them higher until their butts were uncovered.

Fuwawa grabbed onto Baelz's head and buoyed her pelvis. "Senpai," she said. "Put it in your mouth."

Mococo was no better. She wiggled her body from side to side, letting her cock slap around Baelz's face. "Put it in your mouth, Senpai. Bau Bau."

The smegma from the sisters' cocks shed across Baelz's face as saliva glossed her cheeks and her chin. Passing cheese sprinkled onto her tongue, sparking a fresh fire between her legs, but not enough for her needs. She caught Mococo's cock as it strafed to one side and swallowed it down, prompting the short haired dog's arm to swing. "She's doing it! She's sucking my glans!"

"No fair!" Fuwawa chided. She wedged herself against Baelz's face and prodded the rat's lips until they were forced to part. Her cock slipped inside the folds, sliding laterally against her sister's and creating sparks between their glans. "Wow! Wow, wow, wow! Senpai is really sucking on our cocks!"

"You hear that, Fuwawa? You hear that?"

Fuwawa began standing on her toes so that she could angle her cock downwards into Baelz's mouth. "Hear what, Moco-chan?"

"Bae-senpai is gagging!"

"Do you think she's okay?"

Mococo howled as her knot overtook the right side of Baelz's face. "Bae-senpai? Bau Bau?" The rat mustered up a peace sign before the two ardent bulges in her throat wrought out further chokes. The younger dog's tail wagged. "Okay, good!"

"Haaah!" Fuwawa's knot pressed against her sister's. "When she gags it pulls on my cock more! Keep gagging, Bae-senpai!"

"Yeah, keep gagging!"

Mere yards away from the three animals, Ollie's reign over Kiara continued, the phoenix's body mass now consisting of over fifty percent inflated tummy. So much semen had been pumped into Kiara's pussy that it physically ejected Ollie's cock, so the zombie set to fucking her ass. "YES! YES! YES! SENPAI! I LOVE YOUR BODY, SENPAI!"

Mori loomed over Kiara's face, her girlfriend awash with insanity. Her entire body had ceased to be anything but Ollie's condom as every moan seemed to have a two second delay. "Fuck, baby," the reaper moaned. She had graduated from masturbation to wrapping her dick in Kiara's hair. "You look so good. Fuck, you look so fucking sexy."

Kiara raised one of her hands, caressing Mori's cheek. Her body rocked to the rhythm of Ollie's thrusts, and from her sloshing belly she could hardly manage but one word: "Kiss."

"Sure thing, babe. Just—fuck!" The request prompted Mori to cum on Kiara's face, lighter spurts of ejaculate than Ollie's, but enough to change her complexion. Once her cock had exhausted, Mori knelt down to her girlfriend, drinking in the sight of her upturned eyes. "God, I want to jerk off again." From upside down, Mori licked the phoenix's outstretched tongue, then followed her tongue down to her chin to lap up some cum. Kiara had a pointed chin, so she sucked on it for a moment in admiration before retracting her head to lick at the bloated girl's nose. "Mmh, every part of you is so fuckable, babe." Finally, she smooched her girlfriend, their wet noses pressed against one another's chins.

Ollie barreled her hips into Kiara, her spine arching in climax. "FUCK! I'M SPLURTING AGAIN! WAWA!" Another geyser of cum ejaculated straight into Kiara's core, pushing what semen had already coagulated from her previous orgasms up and out of the only avenue left. Kiara felt it first as her tummy rumbled with fresh sperm, but then, as though possessed, began to convulse as torrents of Ollie's cum rose through her throat and shot from her mouth into Mori's. Mori was too intoxicated with insanity to refuse the offering, and soon her own pretty belly distended with semen. She and Kiara burped into one another's mouths, then Mori shoved her cock down her girlfriend's throat and let the wave of semen wash over her groin as she ejaculated again.

Baelz held onto either sisters' butts to keep their knots against her mouth. Her tongue, with as little space as it was afforded, worked overtime to direct the flow of cheese to her throat. Even then, the two cocks bulging in her neck made ingesting the specimen taxing, although every gulp triggered another shock to her pussy. Fuwawa's feet were shaking in excitement, her breasts wobbling as her pouch deflated. "Moco-chan! I think I'm going to cum!"

Mococo edged a similar state of arousal, one of her hands coyly fondling her sister's right breast. "Me too, Fuwawa! I'm about to cum!"

In perfect synchronization, Mococo and Fuwawa's cocks erupted with jism of a gelatinous viscosity. Their sperm quickly congealed in Baelz's throat, trapping each extra gush in the upper regions of her mouth until it overflowed onto her face. To this, Baelz furiously began masturbating, yet even still could not bring herself to that mystical brink, only meeking out modest currents of quim. Even the asphyxiation only did so much for her.

Mococo sighed. "That was awesome, Bae-senpai!"

"Yeah! Awesome, Bae-senpai!"

"Can you breathe, Senpai? Here, let's give you some air." Mococo made to step backwards, but a tug on her glans sent lightning through her body. "O-Oh no."

"What is it, Moco-chan?" Fuwawa attempted to back away, but she, too, was stuck. "Oh… Oh no."

Baelz tapped on their sides. Mococo fret, shaking her head. "U-Um, Bae-senpai. Don't be alarmed."

"Bau Bau."

"Our bulbs are swollen in your mouth, Senpai."

Baelz gurgled. Fuwawa shrugged. "D-Don't panic! Maybe I can wiggle mine out"

"Fuwawa! Wait…!" At her sister's tug, their cock's prepuces pulled on one another, causing them both to squeal as their tails frayed. Mococo drooled. "I'm getting hard again!"

Fuwawa blinked. "But Moco-chan! We need to—" A gag from Baelz tickled the underside of her glans. She doubled over in pleasure. "Ohhhhh! Actually, just wait a bit, Bae-senpai!"

"We'll be—AHHN!—finished in just another minute!"

Baelz's eyes rolled upwards, her hands grasping at the sisters' tails in a vain effort to yank them out of her throat. Instead, every tug stroked the girls' cocks more, their bulbs throbbing.

Beside them, Kiara had passed out, some semen still drizzling in smaller clumps out of her open mouth. Ollie lazily pulled herself out of the woman's ass, both of her holes gaping as excess cum sputtered out. She admired her work, licking her lips at Kiara's ballooning body. "You're so fucking sexy, Senpai," she said. "Like a used condom. Enjoy raising my kids." She pat Kiara's sloshy tummy, then turned her gaze upon Mori. Her breasts were hanging as she kissed the phoenix upside down, and her athletic physique showed in the beautiful crescent curvature of her ass, itself poised high with her toned legs spread wide. A wire fried in Ollie's brain, and she waddled her way over to Mori, her balls dragging with a spermy residue in its track. She pulled Mori up by her shoulders and, without a single word from either, laid the reaper down on her back and took her; the seeds of life planted within death herself.

Baelz's face had turned a pale blue. Her body convulsed as her gags devolved into thin wheezes for air. Even through the numerous layers of dried white cum covering her body, a blue flesh became evident. Nevertheless, her hand continued to finger her cunt, her thumb barring against her clit in an effort to reap as much pleasure from the experience as she could. The sisters' toes had similarly become shaky, the awkwardness of their stances throwing off their equilibrium. They tumbled in place, causing more tugging on their prepuces that, in turn, sent them into further howling fits. Literal howling fits. "BAU! BAU! BAU! BAU!"

Fuwawa watched her younger twin with affection, seeing her thrive in her purest, animal nature. "Moco-chan," she moaned. She nuzzled against Mococo's neck. "Bau Bau." They kissed, their salivating tongues lashing together; exchanging fluids. Mococo squeezed her sister's tit once more, her fingers pinching the nipple. It was the last push Fuwawa needed to reach her second climax, her inflamed bulb shuttling yet more semen into Baelz's throat. Be it luck or divine intervention, the torrent of Fuwawa's cum lubricated her swollen bulb such that it slipped, along with Mococo's, out of Baelz's mouth, whereupon she came onto the rat's chest and crotch. The younger dog soon did the same, stroking herself to her hardest throbs until sperm flowed from her prepuce and onto Baelz's body. The rat coughed up cum and then peed herself, though she hardly noticed due to her ailing consciousness.

Fuwawa inspected Baelz from above. "Do you think we went too far?"

"Naur," Mococo said. "It's her fault for not being more careful."

"You should've been more careful, Senpai."

Baelz gazed up at the two sisters between narrow, tear blotted eyes. All she could do was languidly rub her vulva as pee continued to mix with all the cum. "More," she croaked. "More."

Mococo scratched the back of her neck. "Is that a good idea?"

"It's a good idea," Fuwawa said. She began stroking her cock again.

"Bau Bau?" Mococo let herself grow hard. "Aren't we going to break her?"

"But she's asking for it, right?"

"Well, as long as she's asking for it." Mococo straddled Baelz's body and bent herself over, planking her weight with her arms. "I'll take the front then."

"Bau, okay." Fuwawa turned herself opposite of her sister and folded Baelz's legs backwards until the rat's body was bent at an acute angle. "Are you ready, Senpai?" Baelz never had any chance of responding. She wouldn't have responded even if she could. Her determination saw her ass and her cunt filled with the extra swollen knots of her canine friends, whose indifference to her well being resulted in another hour of insemination and sticking. Upon feeling their cocks spread her body, Baelz anticipated that this time she would surely reach her ultimate climax—and for a moment she thought she felt it—but it wasn't to be. Only a few minutes after she was penetrated, Baelz's body gave out and she fell unconscious. Although her dreams were mired by the sex occuring atop her body, she felt none of the pleasure it was supposed to provide.

Time took its course, as it always did: Ollie had her fill of Mori and Kiara and developed a harem out of the two beauties. After another hour of intense sex, they eloped back to Mori's apartment to resume their breeding. Mococo and Fuwawa eventually pulled themselves out of an unconscious Baelz and debated on whether enough had been enough before licking their crotches clean of cum and going home. They left Baelz on the floor of the English headquarters, her entire body veiled in a sheet of white with semen of all manner of dried and moist viscosities pooling out of her holes. Asleep, she almost looked at peace, yet in her dreams all she could visualize were dirty, cheese lined cocks. She shuddered at the imaginary sights but could never seem to touch them for the physics of her dream world shifted everything to be just outside of her reach. She suffered these visions for untold hours, naked, wet, and cold on the floor, and when she came to for a brief moment, all she could will herself to do was to roll over and lick at the ground for more crust before passing out again in vain.

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"Yes, yes. Thank you for calling, Flare. You're masturbating with Marine-senpai's asshole? How does that work? I see. Yes, thank you for watching my new performance. No, I will not send you my nudes, but next time I'm in town we can get coffee. Yes, it makes me happy to hear that you're masturbating to my live show. Thank Senchou for me, too. Yes, I can hear her moaning. Alright, Flare. I'll call you again soon. Yes. Yes, I promise. No, I will not send you my nudes. Bae-chan is okay. I'll call you back, okay? Thank you. Okay. Bye bye, Flare." Ina closed her and Flare's Discord call and breathed a sigh of relief. "She's a bit ina-ppropriate, huh Bae?"

Baelz was strung upside down in the air by tentacles, her various holes stuffed with their slimy digits. Ina had found the rat unconscious outside of the sauna and brought her back to her apartment, after which Baelz woke up and feverishly requested sex. Not one to partake in the act herself, Ina gave her hungry tentacles free reign to molest the rat as much as they wanted. They quickly replaced all of the dried white cum on Baelz's skin with their own slimy residue, itself an aphrodisiac that heightened sensitivity, and went to penetrating her pussy with one large specimen, her ass with two of a medium girth, and her mouth with various tentacles eager to let her taste their excretions of which there was an infinite supply. They were sensitive to human touch, their own phallic tips frequently gushing something resembling ejaculate down her throat. Some of them fondled her breasts. Others tunneled through her body from opposite ends and kissed tips inside of her stomach, whose shape was a moving panorama of tentacle outlines. Occasionally, some went all the way through for no other purpose than to highlight her existence as prey to their omnipotent whim.

The rat made to speak, her trachea vibrating in morse code along a particularly deep tentacle. Ina shrugged. "I know, that pun was bad. I'll try again Ina-bit. Hehe." The octopus girl toted a laundry basket containing Baelz's clothes, herself nude bar from wireless headphones around her neck. Despite her tentacles being pure nerve endings, the girl herself was entirely asexual, although her lewd co-workers occasionally pressured her into some form of intercourse with which she would flatly comply. "By the way, Bae, Senchou says hi. She asked me to take some photos. Is that alright?" Baelz flashed a thumbs up. "Great. Are you still doing okay?"

The rat moaned. (Yes.)

Ina nodded, snapping a photo. "That's good. You were making some high pitched noises earlier, so I just wanted to make sure." Baelz gurgled and choked on the tentacles, but a hiccup wrought on by one prodding her stomach muddied her speech. Ina commanded the appendage in her mouth to retract. "I'm sorry, Bae, could you repeat that?"

Baelz's eyes did not mince words. With pools of saliva and residue slurring her sentences, she settled on a singular word to express her insanity. "MoOoRE!"

"Ah," Ina said. "I don't know if there's any room for more."

Baelz shook her head and pointed with a crooked finger to her ear. "NooOoO. iN hEeeEeRe."

"Umm," the octopus shook her head. "I don't know if that's a good idea. I did that once for Shiori and she hasn't been the same since."

The rat persisted. "iT iTcHesSssS. mY bRaiNnnN."

Ina scratched her chin. "Well… if you really want it, I guess I can't say no." She snapped her fingers. Two tentacles rose to the rat's ears, their tips opening with the grace of a trillium whorl. From within, three stamen-like filaments wiggled freely, their wet lengths caressing Baelz's ears. "I'll check on you periodically, okay? Please tell me if you want to stop."

"I-InAaaAAaa," Baelz croaked. "W-wAiiTttTt."

"Hmm? Did you change your mind?"

Baelz attempted to pucker her lips, but none of her motor functions were within her control. "K-k-KisSssSs."

Ina blushed. She knelt down to the upside down Baelz and caressed her forehead. "I'm sorry. I've never kissed anyone, so I can't do that. But I can give you a kiss on the forehead if that's alright." She brushed the red tresses off of Baelz's face and pressed her lips between her eyebrows. A faint hint of gloss shone in the rat's eyes, the last bits of sanity within the black void of her dilated pupils. Ina kissed her head one more time. "Are you really sure you want this?"

There was nothing that Baelz was certain of. The last week of her life had convinced her of that. Whoever she used to be—whatever stable identity the name and body of Hakos Baelz used to evoke—had, since her sexual awakening, become so undefined as to be amorphous and alien to her. She didn't know at all if this was what she wanted, and the fear of this ambiguity was evident in the trembling of her limbs between those mighty tentacles; but what she did know, and what she hoped was true for her commitments, was that she never wanted to return to that stable lie. The model image of a character so responsible and kind as her was unbefitting of the arbiter of chaos. She wanted to feel, once and for all, the truth of her name and what it represented to her, so she nodded her head and accepted into her ears those thin filaments, their spurred tips snaking beyond the canal of her ear and into the pink of her brain whereupon they attached themselves to its surface and spoke through neurons sensations of infinite pleasure and feedback and sunshine, and Baelz's pussy pussy was beautiful sprinkly and it wet the pleasure in Senchou's pettan with little with hooded cock where the Ina nudes as orca texted her and penis cheese the beautiful sunshine in from outback the orca texted her and Baelz took out the out the trash with pussy in hand with wet from the rain and remembered Baelz that Chloe texted the orca to her thank you with thank you be:

"Dear Bae-chan,

I've never been confident in my body. All of our coworkers are quite perverted, but I've always stayed out of any relationships because of how gross I am. I've thought about changing myself many times, but no matter what I end up back to how I was before. When you and I made love, I felt so unbelievably happy. I wanted to cry, I was so happy. To think that someone could accept me for who I am the way you did. I had given up hope thinking I would ever find someone like you, and ever since I've kept you close in my thoughts. I can never thank you enough for that hope. All I can think to do is lend you my body again, but, in a weird way, all I want to do is give you a hug and tell you again how grateful I am. Maybe a few drinks on the house will suffice instead?

Whatever the case, Bae-chan, I hope that our encounter has done for you even a fraction of what it has done for me. I certainly know you deserve it.

I look forward to seeing you again,

Thank you,

Thank you,

With lots and lots of love,

- Chloe"

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When this fic's commissioner originally pitched the idea of Baelz, a rat, discovering a love for smegma, I immediately became fascinated with the duality of Baelz as a character. In Hololive's lore, she is the arbiter of chaos, represented by the species of rodent which carries plague and disease, lurks beneath the scaffolding that mankind builds for itself, and whose instincts for survival are base. In reality, however, the actress behind Baelz is calm and collected, friendly and compassionate, is very responsible and goal driven, and is the very antonym of messy. This duality served as the perfect catalyst for what I wanted to explore in this fic, but I didn't want to depict this theme as being one of pure desensitization. For me, it is key that these two seemingly contradictory halves of Baelz are not at all mutually exclusive, and that they, in fact, complement one another in a manner that lends greater depth to Baelz as a character. As such, while I depict Baelz as having a rude awakening to her desires, I still tried to imply that she had some inkling of understanding and agency over these desires prior to their actualization. Likewise, the ending, for anyone who actually read all the way to the end, isn't necessarily intended to be a "bad end." Instead, I want it to be ambiguous whether or not Baelz's decisions have brought her closer to what she believes to be the truth of her character, or whether she's developed tunnel vision by killing off one half of her self. How people read this ending will likely depend on how they view fetishism as a concept and how they interpret these particularly extreme fetishes in context.

Whatever the case, this commission became a manifesto of sorts. For a long time I've become less interested in singular fetishes as the subject of porn more than I am obsessed with fetishism as a theme and message in and of itself. With this fic, I want every supposedly skewed orientation towards sex and desire to serve as the basis for social systems and identity formation, both positive and negative, if such terms can be thought to exist Independent of each other at all. More specifically, this fic is about a process of self discovery many fanfic authors and readers undergo throughout their lives when delving into the underground world of fetishism, starting, initially, with relatively benign fetishes before more extreme fixations supersede those which came before. It is as much about how people maintain healthy and "normal" lives despite engaging with extreme or "abnormal" modes of sexual expression as it is about those expressions becoming a crutch for those lacking the stability to contain them.

If you read through this behemoth of a fic, then first I want to thank you for doing so. Regardless of whether you enjoyed it or not, I just appreciate you having taken the time to read my work for what it is. If you have any thoughts or critiques about this fic, then I hope you'll leave them in the comments below. This fic took up a large part of my recent life, so I can only wish that people will read and talk about it, if only for a little while.

Thank you very much,

Mad Holy.