A bit of fun for the cows involving some new futa friends.
Cece tumbled into the magically lit grotto, ooh-ing and ah-ing at the vast collection of magical plants growing on every available surface. And in the center of the enchanted garden sat what, or who, she came for. The alarune matriarch lounged casually in the center of a rather hedonistic display, pleasured by a number of her own phyto-kinetically controlled vines, along with a number of smaller plant girls of every shape and size. She rose from her prone position, feeling the surge of divine energy fill the room.
“Good evening darling.” She purred, rising up much to the chagrin of her orgy. Her curves jostled as hands slid away, her impressive cock glistening with drool as her nectar dribbled from the tip. “Is it safe to assume you’re the goddess of earth, hoping to hire my services?” She asked, voice dripping with sticky, sweet seduction.
The goddess nodded, closing the gap and pressing up against the plant mother. “Huh, wonder what tipped you off?” She giggled, mentally thankful for her immense bulk. Were she not dwarfing the amazonian flower mother, she’d definitely find herself at the mercy of the rock hard cock currently squished between her inner thighs. “I want your best girls for permanent duty at my Ranches.”
“Oh?” The matriarch grinned, her plump, silky lips glistening in the mystical lights. “That’s quite a request, darling. You do know the prices we charge, no? Services such as ours are hard to come by, and there’s not a single soul that can match our quality.” She circled around the cow, taking in the soft curves, looking for weakness or doubts.
Standing resolute, Cece met her energy. The owner and founder of Boobalon’s premiere futanari club was as shrewd a business woman as she was a titan of sexuality. “I’m aware of your prices, your fees, and whatever else you’re going to throw at me. And I’ll double it.” The redhead smirked, watching the alarune’s eyes as she calculated and considered, followed by the slightest of nods.
“Very well. Let me introduce you to your new employees.”
“Yuri dear, I have someone for you to meet.” The alarune sang, knocking on the first door in the club’s lavish living quarters.
There were grunts and crashes from within, followed by a cute voice. “Just a minute! I need to… hnnngh!” After a few moments of silence the voice returned, much slower and out of breath. “Come on in, I’m all good now…”
The plant mother opened the door, and gestured for the cow to enter. Upon entering she was met with a glimpse of a caramel skinned short stack, before promptly being hosed down with gallons of cum. Cece giggled and licked her lips, lapping up the sticky treat. “Mmm, not bad~”
“I”m so, so, so sorry!” the room’s resident dropped to her knees, bowing in front of her guest and boss. “I thought I was empty, but then I saw you and… and…”
The goddess giggled again, helping the tiny girl to her feet, a touch of divine magic having already wiped her clean. “Don’t worry about it. I think that a load like that is quite the compliment. And it’s exactly why I want you to work for me.”
Yuri, the club’s resident cum factory, looked over the cow’s shoulder at her nodding boss, confused as to what was going on. She may have been the most recent hire, but the tanuki had already made quite the impact. She wasn’t known as the sexiest of the club’s employees, barely five feet tall, with a chubby body that was plenty soft, but not exactly the model of Boobalonian curves.
No, it was what was between her legs that made her a star, or more precisely, her unique endowment. A cock as long as her forearm wasn’t to be scoffed at, but her immense testes that stole the spotlight. They hung down to her knees when empty, though much more often they reached her ankles when burgeoning with cum. That’s how she made a name for herself, blasting load after load onto customers, looking adorable as her little, triangular ears wiggled and her fluffy, ringed tail swished happily.
“You want me to… work for you? But I already have my job at the club…” Yuri looked bashfully at the ground, instead getting a nice view of her swelling nuts.
The cow took the tanuki by the shoulder, sitting down with her on the bed. “You’ll still be working for the club, hun. It’s just the club, is gonna start working for me. I run a ranch, and my girls would just love, love, love to get a chance to play with you.” Cece tickled the brunette’s chin.
Blushing, the tanuki leaned into the tickling. “So, all my new friends will be there too? Even Ms. Georgia?”
“Ms. Georgia?”
Yuri’s face lit up as she scrambled off the bed, nuts wobbling wildly as she rummaged through her drawers. Finding her treasure, she returned to the cow, beaming and handing over the polaroid. “Ms. Georgia is the best! She’s a big, strong wyvern, and she always shoots her load exactly when she means too!”
Cece giggled. “Oh, she’ll most definitely be there too.”
The plant mother gestured for the goddess to enter the next room, holding back outside the doorway. “I’ll leave you to speak to Persephone alone. She doesn’t exactly need the extra stimuli.”
The reasoning for the alarune’s apprehension was obvious, something soft plowing the cow to the ground, weighing her down by her neck and shoulders. Before she could tell exactly what it was, her vision was obscured by a few, very large somethings, their musky smell exhilarating.
“Yummy cowgirl! Are you today’s treat?” The shape asked, wiggling energetically. Soft thighs and rounded cheeks were quite obvious to the cow as they pressed down on and around her, complemented by something fluffy thudding against her chest rhythmically.
Cece struggled to speak, soft flesh smothering her lips. “That could be arranged, but you’ll have to get off me.”
The shape giggled, quickly bolting upright and easily pulling the cow along with her. “Sorry! I just get kinda excited sometimes, and the triplets are hard to control!” The newly identified shape, clearly Persephone, the room’s occupant, gave a fanged grin.
The redhead steadied herself, taking in just who exactly had managed to literally sweep her off her feet. The wolf girl in front of her wiggled impatiently, her jet black ears and tail twitching rapidly. Flecked with what seemed to be flames and ash, they matched quite well with her charcoal grey skin. She was fairly small for a Boobalonion, until about her hips, that is. At that point, everything got very large, and very exaggerated, very fast.
“A hellhound, huh?”
Persephone giggled, wiggling her fat butt as her hands snuck down to toy with her tools. “Not just any hellhound, I’m a Cerberus! Cause I’ve got the three cocks, right?” She chuckled, her three shafts steadily swelling. Driplets of steaming hot pre cum hit the floor, sizzling enticingly. “Are you gonna be my treat, or not?”
Smirking, the goddess snapped her fingers, watching the hellhound’s eyes swell in time with her tits. “A promise is a promise. And while you’re triple fucking my tits, we can talk about your new job…”
“You’re looking… busty.” The alarune mused, leading the goddess and her cum filled cleavage out of the living quarters. She was aware of her new boss’ abilities, she just hadn’t expected quite such a display. “Your next employee should be out training in the yard. Good luck.”
Cece rolled her eyes, sliding open the glass door. “What, is she gonna want playtime too?”
“No, no. She just prefers things to be… one on one.”
Unsure of what to make of the advice, the cowgirl shrugged, stepping out into the courtyard. Things quickly made sense as a pair of strong legs and a thick tail wrapped around her waist, quickly pulling her into the sky from behind. “You must be Georgia. Is this your usual method of picking up girls?” Cece teased, craning her neck to get a look in at the beautiful creature holding her.
“Cowgirl. Thick. Milky. Acceptable.” the wyvern replied simply, lugging the goddess onto the club’s roof, dropping her down bluntly.
Grunting slightly from the less than comfy impact, luckily cushioned by her cushioning, Cece wobbled to her feet. “Strong woman of few words, I can work with that.” She nodded, examining every inch of the built dragon lady.
From her taloned feet, to her extra pair of washboard abs, to her winged arms, she was rock solid, making the cock between her legs beyond that. Her dark skin and crimson scales glistened with sweat as every breath caused her tantalizing musculature to flex.
“I’ve got a proposition. Work for me and you’ll have plenty of opportunities to be with the thickest, milkiest cows.”
The wyvern imitated Cece’s eye roll perfectly, looking up at the larger woman. “I’m not some animal, you know. I’m not purely motivated by my dick.” Smoke flared out of her nostrils, circling around her blood red locks.
The cow’s eyes went wide as she stumbled back, hands up in surrender. “I know! I know! I was just trying to go along with the act, and I really want you to work for me…”
Georgia smirked, hints of her pearly white daggers peaking through. “So the goddess cracks just like the rest of them. I’ll take the offer, if…” She circled around her prey, maneuvering her body in some predatorial dance to memorize every not so little curve of the cow, “you can go a round with me, and come out conscious.”
“Right, right. Wyvern’s have that thingy don’t they, whatever it’s called.” Cece cocked her head from side to side for a minute, pretending to consider things. “Alright, it’s a deal.”
The wyvern’s snake like tongue flicked from between her lips, lightning fast as it tasted the cow. She wrapped her legs tightly around her prey’s padded waist, nuzzling her weapon of choice between thick thighs. A few beats of her wings had them in the air, where the goddess was helpless against the teeth sinking into her shoulder. “Hold on tight then. Things are about to get bumpy…”
The plant matron offered her guest and boss a towel as she welcomed her back inside. “You seemed to have fared quite well against Georgia’s venom. Though I’d be surprised if one dose of her aphrodisiac would be enough for a lady of your endowment.” She smiled coyly, helping to clean off the coating of cum.
Cece shrugged, happily letting the alarune’s hands explore her body. “I’ve had my fair share of encounters with aphrodisiacs. And a bit of a divine tolerance. Now then, who’s my last girl?”
The cow goddess followed her guide’s nod into an open door, hearing it slide shut as she stood alone in the dark. Across the room, a purple flame sparked into existence, followed by another, and another. Nine in total danced in the darkness, calling over the unwitting cow. Each step closer they grew brighter, bobbing and weaving energetically.
As soon as they were close enough, they stopped. Instinctually, the cow dropped to her knees, the darkness fading as a purple glow filled the room, revealing what was once obscured. The owner of the flames laid prone, her nine fox tails each guiding a light. “Little cow, come to meet your mommy?” Her words echoed in the goddess’ mind.
She smiled as the cow nodded, the fluffy triangle ears atop her head twitching slightly. “Such a good girl. Come let mommy get a look at you.” Her mental voice was a soft pur that vibrated through Cece’s every fiber, seemingly in tune with the gentle strokes of her shaft. She watched the cow with violet eyes as she shuffled forward on her knees, taking what she had to work with, seeing past her skin and into her soul.
Standing, the dark haired kitsune cupped the goddess’ chin in her hand, lifting ever so slightly to force her gaze to her bust, heavy and swaying asynchronously as she bobbed back and forth. “Alright, my little goddess. Pay attention to me, and only me…” Her tails danced behind her. “I am your everything now.” Cece’s eyes glossed over as she fell under the spell, her breathing growing shallow as she lost herself in the kitsune’s beauty.
“Turn around, and give me something better to work with.” The fox ordered, tickling her toy’s neck as she shuffled on the spot, bending over and presenting a growing ass. The kitsune felt herself rise, gently sliding herself past the soft padding of the goddess. She worked slowly, gently, toying with the cow. This was what she was known for, and she planned on using this cow for everything she was worth…
Whether moments or hours had passed, Cece didn’t know or care. All she could feel was the kitsune sliding herself out, a heavy load leaking from deep inside her, and the fog of hypnosis lifting from the depths of her mind. “Not bad.” She yawned, rising to her feet and letting her curves return to normal.
The kitsune chuckled, a hand over her heart. “Darling, not bad is the understatement of the year. You were a mewling little slut under my control.” Her voiced oozed venom, the total opposite of her mental presence.
The cowgirl yawned again, turning to face the hypnotic domme, a sparkle in her crystal eyes. “Maybe. But did you ever consider just how you hypnotized a goddess? How you wormed your way so far into my brain?”
“You let me.”
Cece clapped above her bust, smirking. “Right on the money. What’s your name, foxy? Or is that part of your mysterious charm?”
Scowling, the fox turned away to hide her blush. “Momo.”
The cow couldn’t help but giggle. She circled around the fox, tracing a line across her shoulders with a finger. “Alright, peaches. You’re going to come work for me.”
Momo’s scowl grew. “And why, exactly, would I even entertain such a thought? You’ve already humiliated me once, you can’t pay me to do it again.”
“Revenge,” Cece responded plainly. “A chance to prove that you can control a goddess like me under your own power. Not to mention, money and a Ranch full of cows who’d love your services, plus benefits.”
“Fine.”
“So, are you pleased with your new collection?” the alarune pondered, leading the goddess back to her establishment’s door. “Do you have everything to suit your needs?”
Cece smiled. “Possibly, though I may have one more spot to fill. How about one of your smaller plant girls?”
The plant mother rolled her eyes. “It’s Ivy.”
“Hm?”
The green beauty smiled, wrapping her arms around the cow. “You never asked me my name. It’s Ivy.”
“Alright then, Ivy. Care to accompany me?”
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