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This right here is currently my favorite reading material as of late. I read it at least once every night before bed, and have had nothing but wonderful dreams since:

http://games.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=2257


‘Good night Mei.’

‘Vahn, you can stay if you want…’ rep the the green-haired beauty, giving him her best seductive smile, and sensuously pulling on her collar to give him a good view of her cleavage.

‘Huh, I really should get going, dad and Nene are expecting me for dinner.’

Mei fluttered her eyelashes, ‘I have something you’d like to feast on right here.’ She used both hands to open her garment, flashing him more of her firm breasts.

Vahn made a hasty retreat, muttering an apology and something about honey cake. The young woman stood there dumbfounded, she had expected him to take on her offer. She realized with frustration that, in the time he’d roamed the world, he hadn’t grown up in all areas of his person.

‘Must be gay or something…’ hissed Mei through clenched teeth before closing the door, none too gently.

Since she was all alone in the house, she decided to fix herself something to eat, and enjoy her meal in a nice hot bath. While the water warmed in the hearth, she arranged a plate with fruit and cheese, and went down to the cellar to retrieve some wine. Her father (who was drunk on his last hunting trip, which sealed his fate) would have thrown a fit, but since he was fish chow by now, she helped herself to one of the best bottles.

By the time she was done with her preparations, Mei had downed half the bottle and was feeling quite relaxed. She set the tray with her food beside the bathtub, undressed and stepped inside, letting out a satisfied sigh. Settling in comfortably, she though about Vahn, their childhood together, their dreams and hopes, his tight ass, the bulge she sometimes saw in his pants… her hand strayed to her lower belly, sliding down to gently caress her vulva, parting her labia, then teasing her clitoris. She was in dire need of release, and felt her arousal quickly bringing her to a height.

One of her hands played with her nipples, as she fantasized about Vahn and that tall monk, touching her, fondling her breasts, kissing her all over, making both languorous love to her at the same time. ‘Mmm…yes Vahn…Ohhhh, Gala…’ In her head, they fingered and licked her with uninhibited enthusiasm, making her mad with pleasure. ‘Ahhh, yes! Vahn, you’re so big!’ She was taking herself on a wave of rapture, and she found renewed fervor in her ministrations. ‘Yes Gala! Like that…mmm…’ She soon felt the familiar tingling in her skin, and a moan escaped her parted lips.

She unconsciously arched her back, thrusting her hips forward, meeting her strokes with rhythmic plunges of her pelvis. She was near release, just a little more! It was building up, and up, and up, and…





There was a knock at the door.





‘WTF?!’



* Knock-knock-knock! *



‘WHO IS IT!!!’ yelled in in frustration.

She heard the door opening, and sat up in pure annoyance, the mood totally shattered. And then she reflected, with sudden hope, that it might be Vahn come to his senses.

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Vahn felt like kicking himself, a woman had tried to seduce him, and what had he done? He ran away like a scared little boy, and not like the warrior he thought he was. Mei had looked sad at his refusal, and he finally decided to go to her house, hoping that the offer still stood.

He passed by her room’s window, to make sure she was still up. He found it wide open to admit the warm summer breeze, and heard peculiar sounds coming from inside. ‘WTF?’ Curious, he peeked and nearly fell back when he spNoa Noa and Mei standing, dripping wet, and kissing with need.

Vahn got a potent hard on, painful in the confines of his leather pants. In shock at what he was witnessing, he hesitated at what to do. He had been taught that voyeurism was wrong, but was glued to the spot, unable to avert his eyes. The two women were now on the bed, kissing and touching each other, which only increased his discomfort. When he saw Noa masturbate Mei, he couldn’t take it anymore and pulled down his pants, freeing his now rock-hard penis.

He surprised himself stroking his erection, as if his hand had a mind of its own. ‘This is wrong!’ he berated himself, turning away from the window. He suddenly froze, there was someone coming up the path, and if he moved he would be discovered with his pants down for sure. ‘Oh ****!’ He remained in the shadows until a couple passed, giggling and too involved in each other to notice their surroundings. To Vahn’s dismay, they stopped further down the road to fondle each other, impeding his escape.

The pair finally moved away, but he heard much moaning coming from Mei, and her sounds of pleasure kept him so aroused it hurt. He looked inside at the same moment Mei came, and his hand found his penis again. ‘I-I should leave…’ When it was Noa’s turn to be serviced, he stroked himself even harder, unable to avert his eyes from the scene unfolding before him. ‘By the Gods!’ He breathed deeply, desperately trying to regain control, but when he witnessed the redhead’s multiple orgasms, he reached the point of no return.

His **** seemed even stiffer, if that was possible, and what he felt was nearly painful in its potency. He forced his mouth shut to avoid detection, as he ejaculated violently, generously spraying the wall in front of him. ‘AH!’ He then fell on his knees, panting, still shooting semen, until he was too exhausted to even think. Several minutes passed before he was able to pick himself up, and he gave a last glance at the two women inside but could see little.

He pulled up his pants and escaped in the night.



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The next day



‘Ah, here comes Noa.’ Stated Gala.

Vahn spotted the redhead approaching with Mei, his heart lurched but he remained stoic. Both women smiled warmly at the two men.

‘I don’t want to know,’ said Gala emotionlessly, but he had a hunch that it was an interesting tale.

That was a very lemons tale.

Is that a challenge?

I think that's a challenge.

Vahn's Lonely Night


Vahn had just reached the Drake Castle in his journey to stop the Mist. Finally reaching Drake Castle, Vahn found that it was much much bigger than he had expected. Even with his newly found Ra-Seru, Meta, on his side, it was still extremely tiring to explore the castle and fight off the monsters.

Luckily for him, he and Meta found a room in the back of the castle to rest in.

"Vahn, this room seems to be deserted. You may rest in it if you wish. And I will stand guard," Meta spoke telepathically to the boy.

Vahn just nodded in agreement like he usually does.

With that Meta disconnected the link to give him privacy as he slept. Finding himself alone in an empty room in an empty castle, with a magical guardian standing guard, the young hero's thoughts began to wander.

He may be the hero that's about to save the entire world, but after all, Vahn was just another 14 year old horny teenager. And like all horny boys, he found his hand to his hardening penis even with his eyes closed. Rubbing his bulge though his pants, Vahn couldn't help but think how wrong it was to be touching himself while he should be focusing on freeing the world from the Mist. But he couldn't help it. His fingers found themselves beneath his pants and found their prize.

His careful hands grasped the dripping flesh in a tight grip and started stroking with his enhanced speed. Vahn gasped and moaned at his own doings. It felt so good. It was like he couldn't take anymore, but can't have enough.

His free right hand groped towards his chest and quickly found his hard nipples underneath his Hunter Clothes. Just as quickly, he unequipped himself of all his armor and lied on the bed again. Naked.

Vahn's left hand went back to its goal and continued stroking his **** again. His right pinched and tweaked his pink hard nipples in time with his stroking. Vahn couldn't help but moan out loud with each stroke and pinch. Soon, the quiet hero from Rim Elm was moaning out a storm to his own talented hands.

The waves of pleasure pulsed through his entire body, but he still wanted more. Needed more. His fingers took a break from circling and pinching his nipples and traveled down his toned body. They trailed down his hard chest and then through his soft pubes. Finally they found what they were searching for so aimlessly: Vahn's boyhole.

His index finger circled the pink pucker slowly before gently pushing in. Vahn groaned as he felt his own finger penetrate his so sensitive spot. He pushed in a bit further and wiggled it around, frantically searching for that sweet spot inside him. Ever since Ixis introduced him to the world of anal pleasures, Vahn couldn't wait to give himself a prostate massage every night.

His other hand continued stroking his hard **** as he added another finger to his hole. This time, the groan was a deep long moan, lusting for something bigger and harder than his fingers. Vahn needed more. He wanted his entire body full of pleasure and his nipples were starting to feel neglected. Yet he only had two hands, both busy with his dripping **** and tight hole, and couldn't give up either of them at the moment. Vahn threw his head to the side, arched his back and moaned loudly as a third finger joined the two in his boyhole. It was then that our quiet hero saw the solution to his problem.

Beside the bed was the pile of equipment he had so hurriedly gotten rid of in his quest for self pleasure. Sticking out in the pile was his trusty Survival Knife with a long handle and a bulb at the end. And at this point, Vahn decided that it will serve as his survival dildo.

Not wanting to lose the pleasure but yet lusting for more, Vahn stopped stroking and gently pulled out his fingers. He quickly walked over to the equipment pile and grabbed his knife, and taking a vial of Medicine with it back to the bed. Vahn then spread the clear fluid over his palm and stroked the knife handle as if it were his friend Ixis's manhood, making sure to get lots of medicine on the bulb at the end. As he laid back down, he pushed his still gooey fingers into his pulsating hole, spreading his make-shift lube around inside of him. Groaning at the loss of stimulation as his fingers left, Vahn positioned the bulb at his tight hole and gently pushed it in. With a pop, the end of the handle slid past his tight muscle and Vahn moaned loudly at the new sensation.

His lubed fingers found their way back to his hard nipples and gently pinched each one, coating them with the cool liquid. With his other hand, he glided the handle into himself until the hilt touched his smooth tanned cheeks. Vahn's inner muscles tightened and his **** throbbed, begging for attention as it dripped with pre-cum. Once he adjusted to the new sensation, he began moving the handle in and out, slowing pulling it until the bulb then pushing it back in against his prostate. As he adjusted and his lust grew, he started slamming the bulb against his sweet spot over and over again, making his **** twitch and leak each time.

Knowing he can't last much longer, Vahn stopped his motions. He then took the "dildo" out, only to stab the knife hard into the floor with the handle pointing straight at the ceiling. Reaching for the medicine again, he poured straight out of the bottle onto the bulb of the handle and caressed it as if it were his own penis. He positioned himself with the handle pressing against his boyhole again, and slowly slid down. Once he hit the hilt, he slid up and down on the slippery handle, hitting that sweet spot again and again. His left hand alternated between pinching his left nipple and pinching his right nipple. His right hand took turns stroking his **** and squeezing his bouncing balls.

Vahn knew he was so close, yet he didn't want it to end. But under the care of his talented hands, he knew his orgasm couldn't wait any longer. As if he were punishing himself, Vahn let go of his throbbing ****, only to relocate both his hands to his nipples. Pinching both pink nubs hard, he bounced on the handle harder with his trained legs doing all the work. Holding on to his nipples for dear life and continuing his squat exercises on the handle, Vahn was screaming loud enough for the Hunter's Spring to hear him.

But he didn't care. Right now, all Vahn cares about is the pleasure he's feeling all over his body: his delicate hole **** hard and raw by his own weapon, his nipples tortured and squeezed by his own fetish-filled hands, his **** ready to explode and pouring into a puddle of pre-cum on the floor in front of him.

Then it came. Vahn's eyes shot open wide as he felt approaching the biggest and strongest orgasm of his teenage life. His right hand immediately shot towards his twitching ****, gripped hard and stroked frantically. His other hand played with the nipple like it was trying to erase the red nub from his chest. His squats became faster and more furious as it built up.

Then it happened. His balls clenched and his hole tightened. His entire body was on fire. Vahn screamed at the top of his lungs as he felt the hot cum race from the base of his penis and burst out from the tip of the head. His eyes clenched shut and filled with tears as the orgasm wracked through his entire body. Shot after shot, his **** spewed white hot boy cum while Vahn screamed and cried from his pleasure overload. After lasting for several minutes that seemed like hours and thirteen shots of wondrous torture, it came to a dribbling finish.

All Vahn could do was whimper as he fell forward to his hand and knees. With his **** still emptying the last of his teen cum and his face wet with tears of pleasure, he was a babbling mess. Unable to support himself with his arms, the young hero fell face first into the now huge puddle of his cum. Completely drained from his mind shattering orgasm, he fell into a deep sleep on the floor.

The next morning, Meta, the trusty guardian Ra-Seru, had quite a number of questions for the embarrassed hero to answer. Like, why was Vahn asleep on the floor when there was a bed available for him? And why was he naked? What is the fluid covering the entire front of his body including his face? Why is the stock of Medicine all empty? And finally, why in the world was his Survival Knife sticking out of his butt?

~ End ~

my god.


Threesome furry lesbian futanari.

Chapter Two

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Chapter 2 --- Open House Kitty always loved Open House at the mansion. Not only did she get to see her parents, but she got to visit with everyone else’s family, many of whom she liked a lot. Even Amara’s family was here, all the way from South America. Kurt’s parents had come from Germany. Even Amanda’s parents had been invited, even thought their daughter wasn’t actually a mutant, just wanted to date one. Kurt hoped that if they saw what mutants were really like, they would change their views, and had asked the Professor to invite them. After all, their only taste of mutants other than himself was Toad, hardly an ambassador for mutantkind. Hopefully they could be persuaded to relax their injunction against Kurt and Amanda dating. Dating in the open, anyway. Kitty had an even better reason to look forward the gathering this year. She could socialize with everyone without having to worry about Jean doing anything to her. For the last few days, since the ill-advised prank, she had been pretty much keeping to herself, avoiding situations where everyone was together, having heard via the grapevine that Jean was gunning for her. The two of them were getting along well enough, though there was a slight hint of tension. No one had actually told her that Jean was looking for payback, but she had overheard a couple of the girls talking about it when they didn’t know she was within earshot. Whatever Jean was planning wouldn’t be effective for humiliation unless everyone was there to see it, so Kitty had just been avoiding group situations. But Kitty felt safe tonight. Jean couldn’t do anything in front of the parents. It was one thing to embarrass Kitty. It was something else to humiliate the Institute. As long as she stayed within view of the visitors at all times, Jean couldn’t do anything to her tonight without incurring the Professor’s wrath. The Professor was currently making a presentation about the current status and plans of the Institute. The family members were sitting up front, while the X-kids were lined up against three walls. The room was big, but this wasn’t a convention center. It was more important for the parents to hear the presentation than the students, who knew most of it anyway. Afterward the students would be able to show their parents their own rooms, followed by a group tour of the entire Institute. It always amused Kitty that the Danger Room was never referred to by that name when speaking to the parents. It was always the “training area”, and any demonstration exercises were considerably watered down. Of course, the parents probably weren’t fooled. Just from watching the news, they knew that the X-kids had been in some pretty hazardous situations. But then, with all the anti-mutant sentiment, they weren’t particularly safe at home either, and their siblings would be at risk as well. At least here they had some sort of protection. And the parents were proud that their children had helped save the entire human race from Apocalypse. Kitty’s mind wandered as the Professor spoke. There wasn’t any information that she didn’t already know. She thought of something she wanted to tell Amanda, and started to poke the other girl in the ribs, but for some reason her arm wouldn’t move. It wasn’t tingling, so it hadn’t fallen asleep. She just couldn’t use it. She tried the other arm, and it was apparently inoperative as well. She couldn’t make her body move at all, except her head. She could turn it to the side to look at Amanda, then the other way, toward Tiffany. The smaller girl noticed the movement in her peripheral vision, and turned her own head to smile at Kitty. Then the smile faded when she saw the expression of panic on her friend’s face. “Kitty, what is it?” she whispered. “I don’t know. There’s something wrong with me. I can’t move my body. It’s like I’m paralyzed or something.” Tiffany touched her leg. “Can you feel that?” “Yeah. So I guess my nervous system isn’t completely messed up. But I still can’t move.” Kitty moved then, but not under muscle power. Her body was lifted out of the chair a few inches, floating above it. Then her skirt was pushed upward by an unseen force, until it was around her waist. Finally, her panties slid down and off. Her body settled down in the chair then, her legs forced wide apart until they pressed up against Amanda and Tiffany. Her pussy was completely exposed. The girls on either side of Kitty gaped in astonishment. “Kitty, what in the **** are you doing?” Amanda asked anxiously. The response was total panic, though still a whisper. “It’s not me! It’s Jean! She’s making me do this!” As she spoke, the top of her dress was pushed down, followed by the equally strapless bra. Now all of her clothes were bunched around her waist, and she was totally naked everywhere else. Amanda couldn’t pull the skirt down without lifting Kitty up, so she at least tried to pull the top back up. But it was bound in place and was completely immovable. In panic, Kitty looked around. Jean was sitting against the side wall, a little smile on her face. Kitty focused her thoughts and projected them. “Jean, please don’t do this!” Jean grinned. “Why not? I just want to give you a lovely orgasm.” As Kitty heard the words in her head, she felt something insubstantial touching her pussy. Oh, ****! She’s pulling the phantom lover gag on me! Orgasm was pretty much guaranteed with that. She had received a bunch of them in the past. Just not in public. She tried again. “Jean, please don’t! I always cum hard with that. They’ll hear me and everybody will turn around and see.” “I guess you better keep yourself under control, then. You’ll have to cum quietly. But you WILL cum. More than once.” At first Kitty was panicking too much to be sexually excited. But after a few minutes of the exquisite stimulation of her private parts, she was overcome with the sensations. The phantom lover trick was devastating. Every sensitive part of her was being manipulated, inside and out. The invisible tendrils working her on the outside stimulated everything all the way out to the inner thighs. Needless to say, special attention was given to her clit. Her tits were also being stroked all over, emphasis on the nipples. A telekenetic dildo was **** her. Even her legs and face were being gently stroked. And she was helpless to stop any of it. Kitty tried to get her mind off it, thinking of Toad and Blob and Sabretooth and other unsexy things. But Jean kept forcing images into her head to counteract the attempted cold shower. Instead of Toad, Kitty saw Victoria’s Secret models, Playmates, and other incredibly sexy women. She couldn’t remember being so wet. Kitty tried phasing through the chair and the floor, but Jean inhibited use of her power. She would have been moaning nonstop by now, but by sheer force of will she managed to hold most of it in. Occasional soft moans escaped her lips, but they were not loud enough to carry to the front of the room. At least not yet. By now all of the students had caught on to what was happening. Their minds were in chaos as well. It was quite an arousing spectacle, resulting in boners and wet pussies all the way around the room. But the others were also concerned that someone in the front would hear. It was out of their control, however. Jean was apparently determined to go through with this, and any attempt to stop her would bring about the attention they wanted to avoid. Even though they were pretty much transfixed watching Kitty, they still made furtive glances toward the front to make sure everyone was still facing the Professor. Amanda was especially anxious. After all she had gone through to get her parents here to meet some nice mutants, a sex show was the last thing she needed. Her parents were too uptight for that and would leave in a huff. If that happened, her relationship with Kurt would have to stay underground indefinitely. At first Tiffany wondered why the Professor wasn’t stopping this, but then she realized that he couldn’t see. In his wheelchair he couldn’t see as much of the room as a standing person would have. And he was concentrating on his lecture and was apparently not picking up Kitty’s mental distress. Jean stepped up the barrage of sensation. The invisible tendrils were moving faster now, with more pressure. Kitty was having more and more trouble with control. Jean lifted her completely out of her chair, hovering a few inches above it. At the same time, she spread the hapless girl’s legs and lifted them up. Now that her asshole was in the clear, Jean **** that too. Kitty was almost mindless by now, unable to think about anything other than the sensations flowing through her. Yet the imperative to be quiet was still holding somehow. Even though she was whipping her head around, any noises she made were slight. Thus far, she still hadn’t caught the attention of anybody in the front of the room. It was obvious to all of the X-kids that Kitty was nearing orgasm. They again looked toward the front of the room anxiously. Bobby was sitting next to Tiffany. She whispered in his ear. “Do you have a clean handkerchief?” He nodded and handed it to her. She slowly stood up and when Kitty’s head stopped moving for a second, she clapped the handkerchief over her friend’s mouth. Kitty looked at her blearily, then nodded. From that point on, she tried to keep her head still so that the muffler could work. As Kitty’s orgasm hit, Jean released her control on the smaller girl’s movement. It was a huge orgasm, and Kitty flailed her arms and legs around now that she could use them again. Tiffany held the handkerchief up against her mouth hard, managing to follow the involuntary movements. Miraculously, very little sound escaped. More anxious looks toward the front confirmed that somehow no one had heard. The families were still following the presentation. Kitty hung there limply. She was unable to move again, but this time it was because of lack of energy. She heard Jean’s voice in her head again. “Was it good for you too?” “It WAS kinda nice, if a little stressful,” Kitty replied numbly. “Okay, you’ve had your fun. Ya got me good. Now put me back in my chair and lemme pull my skirt back down before somebody turns around.” “Oh, no. You’re cumming more than once, remember?” “Jesus, Jean. After that, I think my pussy is kaput no matter what you do to it.” “I wasn’t planning on doing your pussy this time.” “Huh? So how do you... Oh! Oh, no! No, no, no, no, no, no! You can’t mean what I think you mean!” “Why not? I want to see how far you can shoot cum.” To her horror, Kitty felt a familiar sensation in the groin area. She was doing a genital morph. In the days immediately after the Rogue Wave, all of the girls had been plagued by involuntary morphs, resulting in great embarrassment before everyone in the Institute learned what was going on and that all of the girls were affected. They had since learned to control the morph and Kitty had not had a popup since. Until now. Jean was forcing her to change over to a dick. If Kitty was mortified before, it was nothing compared to now. Before, the risk had been that her straight-laced parents would find her apparently diddling herself in public. Now they were about to find her with a dick. “Time for round 2,” Jean said cheerfully as the stroking started again. At first Kitty hoped that the prior orgasm had drained her so much that she wouldn’t be able to get it up. And her dick was slow to respond. But Jean kept after it and it wasn’t long before Kitty had a raging hardon. ****! she thought.

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part 2

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The onslaught of sensation was pretty much identical to the first time, taking into account the different configuration of sexual organs. Most of the target areas were exactly the same: her tits, ass, asshole, legs, face. Jean had to reorient the telekenetic stroking for a ****, but it actually gave her opportunity for more stimulation. She mindtouched every square milimeter of Kitty’s dong, from the tip to the base, all the way around the circumference, and gently manipulated the balls as well. Kitty didn’t bother trying the Toad trick again, but Jean re-bombarded her with sexy images anyway. It took a little longer to get Kitty to the same ultraexcited state as before, but Jean managed it. Tiffany again had to apply the handkerchief to help suppress Kitty’s involuntary reactions to the insubstantial sexual assault. The other X-kids were more worried now. It was obvious that Kitty was being zapped much harder than before. There was no way she could keep quiet much longer, Tiffany or no Tiffany. Again they wondered what they could do to prevent the families from noticing what was going on. Amanda sadly kissed a public relationship with Kurt goodbye. She couldn’t believe that Jean was so obsessed about punishing Kitty that she was willing to **** over everyone else as well. It was likely that most of the parents would take a dim view of this, and the secret of the girldongs would be out as well. Kitty writhed in the air, again oblivious to the world around her. Nothing existed except for the sensation. Tiffany had a hard time holding the gag in place. As before, the kids could see the orgasm coming. They resigned themselves to the fact that there was going to be an ugly scene in a few minutes. They started making contingency plans, thinking about what they were going to say to their parents. The girls hoped their parents would assume Kitty was a freak among freaks and not ask them if they had dongs as well. Hopefully no one would be taken home. Rahne and Jubilee were especially concerned about this, as they had actually been taken home after the first mansion was destroyed. It had taken a hell of an effort to get back here, but apparently it was all for nothing. The orgasm was probably only seconds away now. Sorry, Kurt, Amanda thought sadly. Back into stealth love. Kitty was moving so much now that Tiffany simply could not keep the handkerchief on her mouth. Then the orgasm hit. “Eeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!” she screamed. A huge stream of cum shot out of Kitty’s dick, flying over her head and smacking against the wall behind her. It was immediately followed by another. This one wasn’t quite as strong. It just went into her face. Several more pulses went into her face and hair, then the intensity started dropping and the subsequent spurts merely coated her tits. After weaker shots onto her stomach, saturating the dress still bunched up there, Kitty finally ran down. The students were so electrified by the cum shot that they temporarily forgot about the families. Then they turned their heads as one to see what the reaction had been and how many were looking this way. Or if anyone at all was not looking this way. No one was. Everyone up front was still paying attention to the presentation. ****! Amanda thought in shock. How could they not have heard that? The people in the next COUNTY must have. The students looked at each other in bewilderment. Then they looked at Jean, who grinned and wiggled her eyebrows in a Groucho Marx fashion. It gradually dawned on them what had happened. Jean had prevented the other occupants of the room from hearing the outburst. The sound had gone through their ears, but it had not registered in their minds. Jean gently lowered Kitty back into her chair. The smaller girl hardly noticed, barely conscious. Everyone’s relief over the averted crisis was short-lived, because at that moment the Professor finished his presentation. “And now the kids would like to show you their rooms. We will meet back here in half an hour for the full tour.” The parents stood up and stretched, then looked around for their kids. All of the students quickly looked at Kitty, who sat there dazedly, covered in her own cum, dick still hanging out, now flaccid and leaking cum on the floor. She was too out of it to even pull her skirt back down, and Tiffany couldn’t do it for her with it bunched up around her waist. “Kitty, snap out of it,” Tiffany said urgently. “Your parents are coming this way!” Kitty came back to her senses, more or less. “Huh? Oh, ****!” By the time she was out of her fog, the parents were standing in front of her. She looked down at her exposed dick and all the cum, then looked up at them fearfully. But they were smiling. “We’re looking forward to seeing what you’ve done with your room since last time.” There was no reaction of any kind to the dick or the condition she was in. Open-mouthed, Kitty looked at Jean, who grinned again. So she was altering visual perception too. Kitty climbed to her feet shakily, reverse-morphed back to a pussy, and rearranged her cum-coated dress, activities which her parents also failed to notice. Then she unsteadily led them toward her room. Though in her current mental state, she had problems remembering where it was.

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Mind **** is a glorious thing apparently.

actually this fits in better here

Yuffie's Chocobo

Yuffie was hopping up and down excitedly as Cloud and Tifa brought
forth the pretty new chocobo that was to be hers. "Thank you so much!"
she exclaimed, "This is so nice after all that I've..." Cloud held up a
hand and frowned. She hung her head, knowing full well he was still a
bit pissed from all those times she had ripped them off. She glanced
over at the pretty green chocobo that was standing by the Highwind. He
looked very regale, calm, and like he could outrun anything that would
ever try to harm him. She ran over and began to lead him inside. "C'mon
DrahEm Kcuf, time to go to your new room!" she exclaimed. Tifa shook her
head and said, "She certainly is infatuated with it isn't she?" Cloud
smirked, "Face it, she's been a thief most her life. Exactly how many
friends do you suppose she has that would give her something valuable?"
Tifa smiled and nodded, her breasts bouncing jovially all the while.
They then followed her into the Highwind.

Later, after a good meal and some drinks, the adults decided to
kick back for some rest. Tifa snatched Clouds hand and drug him away to
some dark corner of the ship, Yuffie vanished off with several crew
members and Barrett, Vincent departed to his room to "meditate" alone,
and Cid was left by himself at the table. He looked around at the empty
seats and realized just how lonely he was. He stood and walked over to a
window to watch the great expanse of land below them flying by. The
world, he thought, the entire world was just flying by, and he was
alone.... He sighed and concentrated on the world below him, trying to
become one with it. Movement caught his eye. Below was a small group of
chocobos running. He then felt this strange feeling course through him.
He felt suddenly a sort of kinship to these beasts of burden. He then
remembered Yuffie's chocobo, DrahEm Kcuf. He turned and left for the
stable.

He entered the stable and stared long and hard at the pretty green
chocobo. It was curled up and sleeping, a sweet and innocent expression
on it's feathered face. Cid quietly stepped nearer it so as to get a
better view of it. He then felt a stirring within, and warmth spreading
through him. His face was beginning to burn, and he couldn't resist the
urge to step over and touch it lightly on it's head. DrahEm Kcuf's head
jerked up and he chirped softly. Cid jumped ever so slightly, he hadn't
meant to wake it. He then stroked it's head once more. It nuzzled his
hand and warbled neath it's breath. Ever so slightly Cid's breathing
increased, and his heart rate rose. "Such a pretty chocobo," he muttered
quietly. He stood up and moved over to where the supplies were on the
wall. He took down a muzzle, one that was normally reserved for wild and
noisy chocobo, and gently placed it on DrahEm Kcuf's beak. He fastened
it tightly behind the chocobo's head. A lil too tight, for the poor
things eyes misted with tears for a moment. It stood and looked to Cid.
He stared back at the chocobo for a moment, rubbing his abdomen and
thinking to himself, his thoughts all jumbled into nothing but noise now.
He began swaying and humming. A moment passed, and he turned and pulled
out straps meant for restraining incredibly violent chocobo. He then
went to work restraining DrahEm Kcuf.

Finally it stood there, unable to move or cry out. It looked over
to Cid nervously. Cid was now drooling ever so slightly and rubbing his
crotch. "Lonely," he mumbled, "I'm lonely pretty boy, are you lonely
too?" Cid unbuttoned his pants with his right hand while his left
continued it's stroking. He then slid them off onto the floor. He stood
behind the chocobo and ran his fingers through it's lovely green
feathers. He snatched a handful of feathers in his left hand and pulled
a bit. The chocobo tried to squawk, and at that time his right hand lead
his meaty **** into it's rear. It's eyes widened in fear and it's face
contorted in pain. It shivered as Cid's shaft tore into it's rectum. In
and out Cid went, slowly first, but then faster, more violent. Cid paid
no mind to the blood that was seeping out around his penis, he only cared
for the moment. He felt wonderful, he felt at one with nature and the
chocobo. "Yes..." he hissed quietly, his voice taking on a more hateful
tone, "Lonely damn bird!" He gripped it's feathers with both hands and
pulled it toward him. Green feathers were floating on the air about
him. He giggled to himself as he saw them glimmering in the last rays of
daylight. His head was spinning, he felt like he was becoming apart from
himself. He felt the warm trickle of the blood going down his legs, and
smelled it's arousing scent. "You love me bird..." he cooed evilly.
DrahEm Kcuf's head was drooping slightly, it was on the verge of passing
out. Cid saw this and grabbed the feathers of it's head and pulled it
way back so that he could whisper to it. "Don't you go out on me," he
said, "or I'll hurt you. Heh, lonely chocobo, I'm lonely too." He then
began to choke it slightly as he pounded violently into the poor thing.
The blood was now pouring out, and it's rectum was beginning to puff out,
swollen, painful. Finally Cid came, semen and blood poured out in a
disgusting pink mixture. At this same time the chocobo's own penis,
which had hardened against it's will shot off. It's semen sprayed it's
own and Cid's feet. Cid breathed a sigh of relief and slumped against
the chocobo which fell immediately into a faint. After a moment he wiped
down, and removed all the restraints from the chocobo. He dressed and
went back to the dining area to take a nap.

Yuffie's scream brought everyone else running. The chocobo had
come half awake and was dragging itself across the floor to her. Blood
was still leaking out from behind it, and it's intestines were poking
out. Cloud clamped a hand over his mouth in shock. Tifa grabbed Yuffie
and they turned away. Yuffie was shaking, apparently in shock. Barrett
stood gaping, then yelled, "What the hell happened?!" Cloud shook his
head, unable to fathom a reply. Vincent leaned against the doorway, an
odd expression on his face. 'What's that smell?' he thought to himself,
'It smells like..' He then shook his head and scanned the room quickly.
Some of the blood seemed to be mixed with an odd whitish substance. He
shook his head and quietly left the room. He followed the sound of Cid's
snoring. He could still hear Yuffie's hysteric sobs, and the sympathetic
cries coming from Tifa. He could also hear Clouds kind words, and
Barrett explaining that it was dying and would need to be put down.
Finally, Vincent entered the dining area. Cid was curled up under the
table with the most blissful and peaceful smile upon his face. He looked
nothing like the Cid they usually saw. He could have been an innocent
angel. Vincent then smelled a familiar scent again, this time it was
blood. He smelled the chocobo's blood, and it's source was Cid........