Once I caught that sight my nostrils could smell little else. There was no specific hint to label. But I knew I was smelling pussy. And it made my cock surge stiffer, closer to that iron hard condition that preceded its final, most animal self.
My whole being throbbed with the force it took to keep this hotrod dick firm. Be it breathing, moving. Existing. Every act was flavored by this erect penis.
"And you shouldn't be pressured to. But there's a slut with an appetite in all of us, if an appetite for different things. Man or woman! If the urge to spread your passion comes I'll help you! One hundred percent!" Madison preached with conviction.
I nodded along politely, a bystander to her soapboxing. An appetite who wanted to know her precious company and please Madison in return but wasn't sold on her evangelizing.
"So! What kind of bestie would I be if I didn't help you find your comfort zone? But that is for another day-" Thank fuck. I was already on the cusp of overwhelmed. "-Now then. If I don't get to rail myself on that dick soon I'm going to regret it forever."
I blinked, stupefied by the leap right to home base. A desperate and imploring gaze restrained by all of her humanity stared into mine.
"Do you wanna fuck?"
"Yes, please." I responded at once. "But, hold on. You mean like fool around 'fuck' or dick in pussy 'fuck'? Because one of those things is impossible."
"Impossible?" Madison huffed, feigning offense with a hand to her 'wounded' breast. "You doubt the power of my ninja way."
"Madison, I might be a raging dick perched on two thighs but if we start talking Naruto this horse is going to flag on us." At the sight of her going limp I quickly amended. "Maybe we could roleplay some sexy kunoichi thing another day? You know, the whole fandom sex ninja obsession where they're always lurking in brothels getting fucked while waiting for their target because there's just no other way they could ever sneak up on some random twat to knife them? That sort of thing. Just anything other than shouting 'believe it!' while we cum."
Was that a shiver of anticipation? "M-maybe another day. Today, my battle plan!"
Then she was ass deep in her closest, flashing her little pink slit's constant flow. I cautiously walked up, keeping my cock head far from the magnetic pull of that tender hole. That tall tail was twitching every which way, thick and fluffy.
Madison sat back, arms full.
"Alright. Lube. Lots of it. And my favorite, largest toy to loosen up.
Was that a Bad Dragon? It fucking was.
"Of course you have a horse dildo already. But-"
"Yes, Chance is smaller!" Madison held that toy close like she was shielding her cherished child. "By some. This was the largest size they had!"
"By a lot! The shaft might be like a finger or two thinner, but my flare is stupid big. I don't want to put you in the hospital just to blow a load."
"That's why we're going to be taking things slowly! Now, how many towels do you think we're going to need?"
I stared at her, torn between calling this off for her slutty safety and wanting to see how fat of a condom I could pull out of that tiny pussy.
"As many as you have." I breathed deep, half to make my point and half to sooth the paranoiac within. "We're doing this as slowly as possible. The second it hurts I'm going to take this out of you, no butts about it." Pain was throbbing through my cock but that was just because the flare was coming on, heralded by needy aches. That full view of her ass had been too rich to forget.
"Aww, if only my old flings had been that considerate about anal. Wouldn't have been half as bad breaking in my butt. You're so cute!"
I fended off her cheek-seeking fingers. My face was too easily in range even as she sat on the floor. She wasn't really trying, with those slow playful movements.
Seeing all of that tits bouncing about while goofing off with me in comfortable, companionable nudity was the last push.
Pleasure hit and my cock smacked into my sternum.
"Fuck!"
It was still overwhelming, even after the fifth time. My legs trembled throughout the unending surge that would inflate my cockhead. Little wrinkles of flesh juicing themselves full right beneath my jaw. Only her towel kept my face from getting doused by the accompanying spillage.
When the ride was done I pulled away a towel glazed with thick clear strands and revealed the full enormity of what we were considering. "… still feeling gung-ho?"
Even the veins were popped out. My heartbeat displayed in real time. A full, tea saucer dwarfing flare, in all of its ridged glory.
Madison was struck still. For a moment. But then she nodded, eyes sharp with new determination.
She evaluated the towel then turned her gaze to my other head.
"We're using the bathtub. Otherwise you're going to stain everything in my room."
Madison hauled up her cherished son and her two bottles of lube. Then she was out her door.
When I followed she was already down the hall in a bathroom opposite the foyer. Where there was a dome window.
Th- holy fuck that's a person.
I leapt back around the corner.
"Erika?"
"There's someone on their driveway out there!"
"Oh. Mr. Smink? He's as blind as a bat. Come on."
Had she just marched across naked?!
Seeing he wasn't about to finish rummaging in his trunk I held up the sex towel as a shield and dashed for the bathroom. Every step flung my dick side to side. Thigh slapped nuts back and forth, no room for them to go between. Pre wasn't flying only because I was keeping this huge towel in the way.
Uncomfortable. Harsh on my tenders. My head swam from the amount of blood moving around.
But it was only for a moment then I was out of sight and cut off the gas.
My poor pounding heart.
I worked out the fading rush while Madison shifted stuff around. Bottles were cleared from a typical, well cared for bathtub. A shower bath combo. Lucky. Soaking sounded great, for another time.
Floral wallpaper was in here, too. Enough that my frankly obscene proportions felt even more out of place. But I guess Madison had lived here for years. Who knows how much of her sexual evolution these walls have seen.
Again I saw her ass waving around, slit tucked and tidy. She was glistening like the sea, but I was unable to imagine her fitting any of her toys, let alone daring to fit the monolith jutting from my cunt.
This time I caught her sly grin. She was doing that on purpose.
I grabbed my dick close with a suppressed huff and stepped closer. Otherwise I might rut into something just trying to move around in here. One absentminded turn and I'd be painting pre over walls or the cabinet.
Her flared Chance was sitting there looking handsome. And pathetic. Silicon didn't have my rigid structure or throbbing action or positive feedback.
Thick with worry I grabbed the toy up and held it alongside the authentic article.
I grimaced at the sheer girth of my flare. A knot would have been easier to deal with. Then the cock could at least get some of the way in.
"This is just not the same."
"Yup! I can't wait!" Her ears were as raring t ogo as the rest of her, bouncy and attentive.
"Madison!" I implored. "I'm actually worried this could hurt you."
"I know, and I appreciate that. But trust me! I'm not blind just because I want to ram your dick into my ribcage. I'm already way used to Chance and we're doing this safely. Does it have some give?"
She gestured closely to my flare.
"Some. It'll squish and bend."
"Can I see?"
I squirmed, blood rushing anew into my over-pumped cock. But it was stupid to be antsy about her hand when I was about to mash this battering ram against her slit in a few minutes. Like the proverbial train down a coffee straw.
"Sure," and I managed to say that evenly.
"Thanks."
There was no hesitation. She lunged.
Soft. Warm. Electric. More grip, more pressure. I craved more, almost bucked for it. But I held still, hugging Chance tight to help control my impulsive twitches. Every touch made my feet twist in place.
"Fuck, your flare is sensitive. And so firm about its shape! Yet…" Her thumb pressed and my flare squished, ready to pop back into form the moment it could. I rode out the surge of new sensation, pleased yet craving more.
Madison kept going. Hands roamed my length, teased my shapes. Every tuck and bend. Every vein. Her front was doused down with pre, every blast accompanied by a whimper of needy whining that almost purred from my throat.
"What a dream."
Then lips descended. In every way different to fingers. Moist and sucking. And wet tongue-
"Madison…" My will was strained. I was so close to just beating out my first shot here and now. Only the allure of greater heights stayed my little hands.
Even Madison seemed surprised by what she had begun to do. Once more my cock's only company was the air.
"Oh. Sorry! Got lost in the love. We should be good! My dog dildo's knot is smaller but not by a lot. Some warm up and things should work out! Just suction Chance somewhere and we can start the fun."
I did so, leaving him lazing off the shower wall.
"What are we doing first-"
Madison had laid back, legs now wide.
"Me, duh. Help me lube up?"
My hands were onboard before I finished hearing her. Wet tightness let me in, clenching and yet inviting, pulling my finger deep.
Madison's core was even warmer than her hug had been.
Her every crevice was mesmerizing. The tender folds losing and regaining the shape as I tugged and stretched at her mound. I want to be convinced yet this crevice was so slender.
Many mewling moments were enjoyed before I remembered to grab the lube. She'd wet my hands so thoroughly that the bottle was a struggle to handle, but more was better. Anything to ensure this went well.
White was sprayed out onto my palms and then onto her for good measure.
I was hungry to please. To see her as aroused as I felt and further.
I knelt to get closer.
Handling anything with this much cock preceding me was a practice of hips and twisting waists. Randy stallion urges wanted that contact. Her legs were right there. But that was just self-torture. Self-defeating. The over stimulation would make it even harder to massage her depths.
Fingers vanished into her searing tunnel without complaint. When my first fist slipped in I was amazed. When my second hand followed? I began to believe.
This meager slit was ravenous. By curling fingers or pressing knuckles she'd squirt out little bits of lube and fluids.
"…ooooOOoh. That's pretty good. Your little fingers are so dexterous."
The vaginal forms were manifold. Ever shifting. Each twist of my knuckles pressed out from within her vice, forms imprinted through the skin and flesh strangling my wrists. She had more to give, yet she was clenching so hard-
"More…"
Ignoring those wet moans would wound my heart. Every push and pull morphed her anatomy more. Nuanced lines that entranced and showed form, revealed how flesh flexed and stretched when thoroughly experienced and cared for. Things I longed to learn better.
Secrets I yearned to see.
More lube was squeezed out by Madison. Far up my forearms. And more still inside her between my fists.
My elbow soon vanished within. I'd stooped so low my cock brushed against the cold base of the toilet, making me jump awkwardly, rooted to her cunt. A moment's worry I'd hurt something was just a loud gasp of pleasure. Toes curled and her head back.
She was fine.
Fisting was engrossing work. Her insides coiled tight around my limbs, a way I'd never felt a woman. But one that filled me with more longing to somehow bring such a hungry, thirsting hole upon this towering cock. Fresh wet was all I got from trying to prey her further, fighting the ceaseless coils. She finally shrieked and squirt was sprayed across my front.
Rivulets spilled down and made ways along my shaft. The flesh sang where it flowed, where it dripped. From lip and nipple.
This room was thick with our scents already. All just stimulus that kept the iron beam pumping below from ever softening.
Both fists left a gaping crater, one that collapsed in on itself with every breath Madison took. Every moment a new detail, a new form revealed in her labia as they changed from spread to tucked and tidy. Details I'd sparsely remember without drawing them out by hand. That I'd never see without her being pulled wide and allowed to close and recover.
Madison gave a shaky laugh.
"Man, size really isn't everything. Does make two arms a bit less of a milestone, but that was so good~"
She wobbled upright.
Chance took her seat, suctioned to the toilet. I moved in to lubed him up liberally.
"Thanks." I was hugged from the side, a wet and friendly press of sweaty body to sweaty body. As arousing as it was warm.
Warm was just good. Every savory bit of this moment was dear and heating. A sharing of that personal temperature.
Surely our bellies would be enough for my cock, if I put it between us. But I withheld. Enough of my fluids were making the walls and tiles sleek.
I gave her waist a squeeze. Squirt squished audibly between us.
"So, loosening up means going to your biggest toy?"
"Damn right. Just watch and be amazed."
Madison sat on that cock and sank deep. Slow. But inevitable.
Tragically out of my sight but I suppose I'd see how much she could stretch soon from the driver's seat. I still felt torn between reasonable concern and animal yearning.
Every feat was wearing down that worry.
Or libido had swelled enough to addle my brain.
Never had I seen something so lustful in person. How she trembled and mumbled her anticipation. How she trembled anew each time my cock caught her eye.
"I always wanted to share this, you know. Have an audience. Have a friend who anticipated every dildo the same way I did."
Her heart was as bare as her obscenity. Even here, I was moved.
"Maybe, I could try to get into it?" A beat passed before my worry caught up with me. "I haven't really done anything with my own holes, you know. Haven't had time."
Academic curiosity had been there. Some handy dandy dick squeezers right there to demonstrate how their forms worked. Some mirrors or posing in the bathroom and bam, information on demand.
But now? Having seen all of this? I wanted to know what this felt like.
Madison was fantastic marketing for sex toys. Enthusiasm was a universal appeal.
She sat back, bottomed out on chance's molded balls. The thing was deforming her stomach, faint yet distinguished.
Her breathless smile was of pure joy.
"I can give you some tips on stretching, if you like it. It took me years to get to this kind of filling."
I nodded. Each word she spoke was light and airy, pushed out without rush.
Madison started to move. Legs firm despite her bodily quakes.
Time passed with the rare comment. So many things caught my eye in her movement and expression, yet were lost to the fog. Unpreserved
A worry occurred. .
It felt rude to ask while she began her ride but the pressure mounting in my balls begged a question.
"Do you think we should use condoms? In case this works I'll be putting out a lot. Like, a lot of sperm."
Someone as dick crazy as her had to have some on hand.
Madison groaned, vaginal spray dousing the toilet seat.
She fell back to a stop, sitting in her own mess.
I let her breath. Even when I wasn't gushed down, bearing witness was enough to fuel on my libidinous fire. Every moment I could hear my heart beating, in ear and shaft. Much more and the room might start to spin.
Just waiting was akin to edging.
"…Maybe not? If it's that much then it'll burst. Getting latex in my vag would mean an actual hospital trip."
Raw sex. My dick leapt at the thought, no matter how my mind worried about the risks.
"Okay. But if not- I don't know if my stuff is human compatible."
Really it hadn't even been much of a question. I knew I didn't want to smear my own pussy with my stuff because I didn't want to potentially set new milestones in inbreeding. But until today the idea of putting this dick in a person felt more like contemplating maiming than an arousing experience.
And then Madison had cummed her brains out on a horse dildo three-quarters my size right in front of me.
This was actually possible. Like genuinely possible.
"I'm on the pill. Just as a precaution with my flings, you know. We should be safe to go wild."
That tone made it really clear that she wanted me to baste her like a turkey. Hardly sound mind steering her ship. But the pill should be enough.
Yeah. Yeah, it should.
She continued, feeling out the toy more than hammering herself along it.
"Maybe lube yourself some? More is better."
The moment was near.
I grabbed the bottle, it slipped through my hands a bit, but I did it.
The light was shining off the sheen of my dick's fluids. From head to balls I was glossed up and dripping. But I put on more anyway.
Chilly, but I spread it as much as I could. My hair trigger had receded, but the flesh was raw and primed. Every spare resource my body had was gathered within my jutting genitals. I couldn't relax with this coiling hunger riding herself to completion sat before me. The idea of not trying at all, my worries of new unknowns and harm alike, were bound by that hope of an outlet.
A shared joining around this dick finally getting a taste of what it was made for.
I held my dick steady and close. Upward, near my breasts so that it didn't compete for space.
More pre jetted out constantly. Strands of it flying before my eyes, gaining feet in height before gravity pulled it to the ground.
I'd have to hydrate when we were done. Both of us, I corrected as Madison screamed out another orgasm. She fought for breath but when her strength returned she rose, a warrior painted for battle.
"A-alright. I think that's as good as I'll get on Chance."
She slipped again trying to get up an rammed her innards to moaning. We'd spilled too much. Wet had consumed much of the floor.
A heart pounding solution was offered.
I made a run downstairs, panic frenzied and towel shielding my cock from spreading its mess. Lubcricants soaked the material further with every moment.
There, on the couneter!
Paper towels. A fat roll of them, right where Madison had said. I ignored the smell of cooling pizza and rushed to return. All the way back I triple checked the floor and wiped away at drops with wild abandon. Every moment glancing out their windows, sure I was about to be seen.
Back in the bathroom, body hyped up on adrenaline fear, I took my towel away. It was drenched.
Madison took the paper to3els, having rested in the meantime. Balls deep on an anatomically accurate horse cock.
"Thanks, bestie." She was still fighting her breath back. "How do you feel about kisses?"
"They're pretty nice-"
Then one was smeared across my cock head. I rose to my toes, her lips seared into my core memory. Tongue and lip dove for my cum hole, that protruding bit buried within the head of the shaft.
A make out session with my cock hadn't been what I expected.
But maybe I wasn't the only one at their wits end from waving this thing around, waiting for release.
After so much patience this sudden passion was almost blinding.
"Fuck, you taste so good."
"Madison! That's not the kind of kiss I was talking about." My squeak was not petulant.
"Sorry!" She snorted a chortle around my dickhead, not at all remorseful. "It was just too good an opportunity. You're surprisingly straight laced for a big goth baddie."
Awkwardness struck me a bit, which was dumb. Why was I shuffling like an embarrassed idiot while already naked?
"Aw, did you want something more chaste?" I nodded. "Come here."
She leaned up from my dick, still rooted by Chance, and I closed the distance before the obvious consequences really processed.
I smelled myself on her lips just as she kissed me. But I didn't pull away. Prank or not I wanted to know her lips no matter what was on them.
Beneath the musky-sweet juices and flavored lube I could taste cherry gloss and soft flesh. Her breath across my tortured skin, eyes upon mine.
Then she was gone. "There, I'm not too big on actual kisses but friendly ones aren't so bad."
I nodded, dazed. "So like friend kisses? I can do that."
"Sure. It kinda takes me back to practicing with my gal pals. Now, help me escape, noble steed. I'm randy as hell for the real deal."
That put the gas in me. Towels were spent and slime was cleared enough for her to get upright. With some help.
We maneuvered to the tub. The only way to make cleanup less than apocalyptic.
"Some of your lubricant got wiped off. Here."
She rubbed me down with fresh glops of white lube.
I didn't remember what it was like to not be on edge, randy to let lose at all times. Subsumed in dick-sense and yet so far from crossing that line.
Towels, old ones, were placed in the tub to spare Madison's knees and hands. As towards the front as we could manage.
Then she crawled in, head down at the faucet and ass up. That bunny tail rose with a twitch.
"Come on in, the pussy's fine~"
At last.
I had no memory of how I got behind her. I just wash. Stanced wide, cock all that was between me and the culmination of this horny dream.
"Just remember, we've got to go as slowly as possible. I might not adjust today. Or even tomorrow."
I nodded. Then spoke up because she could barely get her head around.
"We're going to do this right or not at all." I insisted. Those were words that had to be heard, mostly by my cock.
Hurting someone with my dick could very well kill my libido for months. Let alone what it would do to a sex hungry gal like Madison. Like putting an athlete in traction. She'd be out of peak form, denied her passions, for weeks.
Hand injuries sure spooked me.
So, when I backed up, pressed high up the wall to get enough space to line up this raging meat column with that still-gaping pussy, I approached with reverence and care.
Contact was like steak sizzling on the griddle. My every cell steamed with the heat. Those lips every move mapped across the far vaster head of my dick in exacting detail.
I angled, getting my jetting streams of pre inside her. The flow was picking up speed. My tongue dry, possibly a bad sign. Or because I'd been panting with need for so long.
"Ugh, damn you're warm. It's almost like getting pissed in, just not gross and unhygienic."
I pressed on, resolutely ignoring what sounded like informed opinions. But there was a difficulty.
My shaft didn't flex, it held firm. But that just meant it slipped off alignment, smearing across her ass or between her legs. Every bumpy contact stimulating, yet so much less than a wet, writhing hole.
I struggled to speak as she clearly did.
"We don't have a lot of room and I can't move my hands or I might slip."
"Ooonnn it…" Madison groaned. Mashing my head to her mound must be doing something right. I wasn't the only person leaking fluids all over.
Her hand found my head and helped steer, as much as her single grip could. She could only at best hold me down. I continued to press my hips in, rod straight and refusing to bend.
Gentle pressure and side to side movements worked best. Her groans were unbound, unrestrained, and growing. She yanked my against her, ass pressing back more and more as want fought restraint.
Until at last my flare squished and I was consumed in moist bliss.
"-OOooOOAAagh. Oh fuck that's huge!!"
She gulped air between guttural groans.
"Is it okay?" I fought out around the consuming pleasure of her vice. "Madison? Should I take it out?"
"No! No. I'm-" she gasped again. "I'm okay. There's no blood, right? Oh fuck that's just barely not painful."
I looked her all over, flesh quivering around the animal rod. A beastly cock so out of place buried in such soft skin. Yet again I was reminded just how bizarre it was, this oversized penis.
No hole had ever stretched so wide. More than a quarter the width of her hips.
Yet she was.
"No, there's none." The pleasure of it was slowing my mind.
She breathed hard some more. "It's- it's not getting worse. Let's just- hng!- sit a bit. Please don't move."
"I won't." I said, knowing she was seeking my assurance more than fearing I would.
The pleasure was immense, beyond my little hands. But I'd give that up in an instant if Madison looked more pained. That was going to be up to me. Something about the last hour made me cannily certain she'd try and suck up more discomfort than I wanted to put her through if it meant keeping my dick in her.
For now, the best I could do for her was fight my desires to a standstill. Nothing would make this cock stop its iron rage but my dick wasn't in charge of my hips.
Steady breathing. Let her adjust and just enjoy the moment. The trust. Working her way along this kind of cock was actually a pretty big show of trust wasn't it?
She was bent over right there with nowhere to go. And she'd allowed me to be in this position.
That intrusive awareness of what someone worse could do. Like knowing someone could push a stranger off the train platform.
This was dangerous. And we'd do it right.
Affirmed in myself and the full scope of what we were doing, holy fuck. Sex.
I could feel her every decision.
That soft tunnel aborted every clench. Every impulse, her desire to squeeze, to torture her hole further, resisted. Every beat of my heart was a reminder; every throb a press against her strained insides and their slovenly grip. Every struggle and breath shared through union with this horse meat.
Our hearts almost in tandem.
But what a sight. Much of my head, its widest section, was now gone. Vanished into tender pink. Joined flesh to flesh. Every breath I took pulled so gently at her pussy, revealing just a sliver of the bulk within. That slender line of pink held me tight and dear.
Overlaps were the key to portraying form, and my cock had consumed and remade so much of hers.
I had to know this beauty. But it wouldn't happen today.
We breathed. Both deep and steady. The pleasure was working me, milking me.
When I shifted my stance a touch, cautious not to move my dick, Madison kicked her feet. "We did it! We really did."
"We did. Is it getting better?" I moaned.
"Yes. Somehow, yes! I knew I was the best slut in the world!" I could only see a corner of her face but she was alive, thrilled and gleeful.
Less pained. More reason to feel relief.
"I used to dream, you know? Of more than human penis. I wasn't about to throw myself under a horse but everyone laments how men only have the one model, right?"
She clenched me tighter, as If testing the water,
"I guess? I- like to draw some variety myself so I kinda get it. Though I've never really tried them out myself."
For lack of equipment and interest, mainly. But now I had the means and more.
"We can fix that!" I swallowed hard at those words. Of course she'd want to peddle her passion.
"Another day. Maybe."
She tittered, strained but humored. "Just believe in the me who believes in sex! You'll see. Some dick and you won't ever remember why you hesitated."
Well that was a bit much but I could believe I'd like it, to a reasonable degree.
I would kool-aid a wall to get more of my dick wet though and I didn't imagine I'd do that an hour ago.
How illuminating.
"Let's go deeper. Slowly!"
"Yes… slowly."
I eased my legs on. Flare mapped more of her quivering insides. Pushing. Scraping. Every bit more won by delicate twists to screw this beast in.
With so much length out of her and no need to push I used my hands to help steer the shaft. But not work it. No. I couldn't indulge now.
More than anything I wanted to get close enough to caress her, to sooth her through the discomfort.
"Ohhhh. Okay. That's enough for now. You're so alive in me. Every pulse is so strong~" Madison trembled. "How is it for you?
"Better than I ever hoped to feel. The flare isn't hurting? I feel like I'm almost tearing you open"
"It's a lot." She gasped, hit by some sudden spasm. "But I'm handling it. I know, I just know, that if we can get through this I'll never know anything better. Those ridges are- Wow!"
She clammed up and gulped air.
Elation followed hearing and seeing how pleasure was wracking her frame.
"I hope we can get you there. As long as it takes."
Madison nodded, too focused for words. The clenching slowed.
As she breathed through it, I endured the steady edging. More of my length in her grip. I tried to memorize how her svelte hole changed and gripped me, but the image still wouldn't etch. My mind was too consumed. I had no paper on hand to make my observations permanent.
Instead I could only enjoy our growing pleasure. Every millimeter of pussy claimed suckled and squeezed me like the dearest treasure in the world.
"Oh that's feeling a bit better already. Amazing."
"Already?"
"Yeah!" She exclaimed, wild.
And that didn't stop. Every little check point she was mewling more. Clenching more.
Wasn't this supposed to be a process of months? I'd been half ready to call a quits for the day and just beat off or something to spare her the discomfort just a few minutes ago.
Now she'd consumed enough of my shaft, I was holding my hands against her ass to make sure she didn't skewer herself, constantly insisting on caution.
But with how she writhed my worry just fell apart, that concern's foundation crumbling.
"Sho amazing…"
Halfway down the black stretch of my shaft she came. My testicles were drenched with it. Dripped with it. Every drop a splashed on the tub.
I could almost feel my sperm braying to be freed. To loose it all.
Agony was the word for this. The agony of restraint.
And it was worth it. Every moment.
When I finally got enough in to take a seat it cut off the lesser pain of my legs.
Madison was cycling her breaths, deep and even.
A squeeze of her cheek sparked her to life. "Oh that's nice…"
Good, I'd wondered if that was too familiar, but she pushed into my hand.
So I did more. If kneading ass was helping then that's what needed doing.
I did not speak about how, as soft and plentiful as she was, I knew I was vastly more. She was a champion in ways I'd never be. Something that really earned praise. My trust fund butt could show off her wealth but good butt was still good butt. I certainly couldn't play with mine like this.
Soon I was on my feet again, holding my body up so more of my shaft could sink into the divine. When we got to the ring of precipice, we reversed course and it was like dragging my shaft from a mudhole.
Because she didn't want to let go.
"Ugh, I hate it and love it. I feel so empty!"
"Then- I'll fill you back up."
What a cheesy line. But she kicked her feet again.
"Yeah! Stuff my baby factory! Plug my pork pipe!" She didn't stop until this jumbo flare was straining her vaginal entrance. Like a whale about to breach the sea her cunt swelled with it. "Yesh! Break my little slit! Make it a whore hole!"
She really liked her slutty words. I could not relate but I wouldn't dare ask her to stop. I'd sooner blow out some kid's birthday candles.
Truly, making others happy was sacrifice.
The return thrust was almost smooth. Concerningly easy. Screwing my way in an unbroken single push. Madison writhed the whole way, evolving her love poetry.
"Yes! Make me a centaur mare! A horse bitch! Drive it in! Let's go!"
She was almost bouncing on her knees.
I nodded to myself. What were friends for, I guess.
It was time to ease the restraint. My seed ached for it.
Sex.
It was hardly fast. The strokes were languid. But Madison was shaming the throatiest camgirls. Wanton and spewing obscenities.
"Don't stop! Don't you dare fucking stop! Oh, we fucking earned this railing!! Keep! Going! Dick me down!"
My legs survived the sensation flood by necessity alone. So much shaft wound tight in a pussy that was only holding on by sheer lust. Girl cum was too constant for my balls and legs to ever dry. If I tired this dick would stop moving. Release couldn't happen if my dick stopped moving.
So my legs pressed on.
I was reduce to machine, one powered by pleasure and whipped into frenzy by her house-splitting cries.
"Gonna- Cum!" I croaked out, a mewly gasp of warning.
"Inside! I want to feel it. Gimme! Gimme gimme gimme!!"
'Put faith in the pill.'
Even if I had my fears, there was no way I could work my cock out of her in time.
I erupted.
Madison throated her deepest moan and held it until it smoothed into dazed bliss.
And I kept cumming. Every gout stretching my cock tube enough to be seen in the whole of my exposed shaft. I swung my hips all the while, muscles burning from the steady, gradual motions. Every pass along her cunt draining me better.
Spunk gushed around my dick. More and more. My thrusts slowed, pressing through semen. Streams of it spilled out, pressurized, and white. Madison's groans became discomforted. "I- Oh! I think we need to get you oouuut!"
I rushed to pull. She followed, pussy wrenching itself along my cock.
Madison threw her hands onto the faucet and I heaved, a foot upon her ass and a leg outside the tub to get the room to pull.
Cum spilled ore and more. If she was clenching it came out fast and firm. My balls were drenched down again. Spray got me in the tits and chin. And face!
Until I popped free.
Still the clenching continued. As cold air assaulted my lonely dick. As a crater of a pussy squeezed out a gout of spunk. As Madison groaned and squirted yet more, my dick kept on.
Cum sprayed over her back. Fat ropes shotgunning out and catching her side as well. Sparing the walls drenched her down with half of what I was trying to pump into the tub. I had enough sense to keep it from her hair even as my own backlash had surely strung into mine. I was just lucky that my eyes had been missed or I'd have to run for the sink.
With hands upon shaft I was already pumping it. I couldn't resist. The flesh demanded stimulus and I was that flesh.
I worked to spit out what had made its way in my mouth, trying not to think about the taste. This moment, this act, had been too rich to spoil with memories of sweet, permeating cum and all of the questions it instilled in me.
Madison was almost dead to the world, collapsed against the wall with one arm on the faucet. Breathing like a wounded animal. Fat ropes of cum refused to give up their hold on her flesh. Dozens of them, all stretching towards their sisters in the tub. A particularly fat blob hung from one of her tiny nipples.
Or perhaps more normal? My fat dark tits were too protruding and stiff to be a fair comparison.
"You alright? Madison?" my voice was raw with sudden worry. Fearful that I'd split her, or popped something from pouring so much inside such a cramped space.
She sucked more air down, building oxygen in her lungs until she had enough to barely speak.
"Bukakke is the best…"
I laughed, relieved.
She slapped a palm into the mess, deep enough that her hand almost disappeared beneath the cum, and eased her position into something less strained. "Where do you even keep it all?' she asked with dazed wonder.
I could only shrug. My theory felt proven as my stomach began to growl anew. Or maybe not proven. Perhaps hunger just lost the wrestling match against my libido and had been thrown into the backseats.
Madison was also looking famished, but her eyes were on my dick. Predatory and leering. Inspiring that hunger made me feel…
Hot.
"Got any more in you, bestie?"
"Too much more."
I was a bit amazed I didn't hesitate to step into the pooling filth. With cum between my toes I wiped my mouth, dried my hand on my absolutely sloppy shaft, and used my own seed to drive my dick into the living sex cavern that was her pussy.
As tight as the first time and more.
It turned out I had plenty to give. Enough that the room reeked of the captivating stench of sex and sugar.
We were lost to the act of bring it forth. My feet warmed by ankle deep semen. Muscles ached but I did not relent. Madison's back and hair coated in the glaze of two more hosings of ejaculate.
The sun outside was dimming. One tiny window to the outdoors way up high was going dark. Hours had passed but my phone was outside the splash zone.
Time didn't matter to us.
On our fourth round we had an actual rut going. Not full speed, but so much better than steady caution. My ring could be rammed right up to her cunt and she only begged for more. What a helpful marker that was. No toy she'd ever had had pushed her so deep and further would take time. Time and adjustments and careful fucking we were both committed to perfecting.
If only I could take a picture. The swirling thick of my coatings caught her figure in a way I knew I could never make by imagination alone. A flattering and thick glaze of sperm icing that changed with each eruption I was spewing over her. Unfortunately her hair and ears got caught in it. Her tail smothered by spunk.
All rich with fluid details on how this thick sperm masked and revealed her form.
Models were the font of information. I wasn't surprised that my passions were being fed. Instead I was staggered by how my passions were growing into a new light. The joys of practicing what I drew.
This inconvenient beast finally proved its worth.
A sports car didn't get to strut its stuff until taken onto the right track.
My forth gush was lesser. Enough that she almost managed to endure it all within. A glance from the side before I yanked free showed a full looking belly. Enough to shame any thanks giving feast but within the realm of the possible.
Still, it was an impressive amount of deformation. A sight that made minds wander.
How did my shaft moving through her look? How did her abdominals shift?
Those were the most thoughts I could manage while swinging in frenzy to drain my lusts.
A fourth time I popped my swollen head free of her pussy and savored the fountain that followed.
Never had my balls been so light and wrinkled.
"Fuck. I think I'm done…"
It was then, on those prophetic words, that we both leapt.
Keys had slid home in the front door and unclicked the lock.
Madison tried to right herself but just teetered into the cum pool, legs shaking like leaves in the wind.
I dashed out to close the door, cum drenched feet sliding across the tile. I barely kept myself upright thanks to my dick being a counter weight. But what was the point when the house already reeked of sex because we hadn't turned on the fan-
"You kids done?" came a voice that would sooner ask me if I wanted cookies than if I'd just finished basting her daughter with enough sperm to populate half the planet. "If so then come outside and say hello, already!"
"Don't make it weird, mom!" Madison shouted back with parched voice.
"Then don't keep us out of the house for over an hour! We ate most of today's pizza without you! Make sure you ventilate, okay?"
The door closed.
I must be aghast because Madison snorted out a cum bubble.
"I haven't had anyone over in months so she's just trying to be supportive."
I took my sweet time rapidly blinking through that while choking down air. "Over? Like, does she think we're dating?"
I was pretty sure we weren't, right?
"No, that's actually the problem. Every guy I friend up enough to start bringing around either gets intimidated when I want anything more than just sex. Or they want romance. Things get weird and they ghost me."
She got quiet by the end. For a moment. "But you got a big taste of me. Still friends?"
She held out a pinky.
I was sex drunk and dazed. But I got it. Sort of. I'd learn the rest with time. It was surprising but I felt less worried about what could go wrong for once.
"I don't really have a pinky, you know."
But I used what I had to shake back.
Her smile was warm, framed by a healthy white glaze of my homegrown make up. All of my fear was forgotten, weak and pointless in hindsight. New could be comfortable.
Or at least this new could and I felt things could work out fine.
"Now, please tell me this is less weird than I think it is that your parents heard us fuck."
"You better know our daughter doesn't do that romance stuff, right? I'm not going to have someone else breaking her heart trying to force her into their box."
"Dad, please! I already talked with Erika!"
"I just want to make sure she understands! You do, right?"
"Yes sir!" I peeped.
I was very grateful that Madison was between me and her father. It was entirely bizarre getting kindly cornered by someone who had been as sweet at Madison's mother. The Clements were both endearing in a way that I struggled to square with the initial circumstances.
We got the house aired out. And clean, after much scooping of cum into the toilet. And many towels and soaps. And ourselves clean, after much washing in a shared shower. I'd found the shampoo and conditioner I liked best in her collection.
In all, it took more time to clean up than it did to make the mess. Wasn't that just the way of life.
The sun had set but we'd done it. Pizza was warmed and I ate ravenously. All the while they talked about how much happier their daughter was now that she'd been fucked to the point of barely staying upright.
'She's just not the same during those dry spells.' They'd lamented three different ways. Each.
Madison had tried to help me make sense of it.
Was she raised by nymphos? No. Did they even fuck much? No. Barely any. They snuck off maybe once a month to the master bedroom if the right kind of western came on but otherwise cuddled on the couch hand in hand. They even had family game nights trying to understand her latest rpg. She'd trusted them with her interests, her every interest, and they'd been thumbs up once they knew she was being safe and responsible. Apparently she even had an 'occupied' sign she was supposed to hang on the door when engaged. And forgotten to do so.
I could put all of that together. Supportive parents was something everyone deserved. Healthy family network. That made sense.
But they'd also heard me dick down their daughter. In their home. Live. Her user experience could be heard from the driveway.
And I had eaten pizza next to them afterward.
Was this a me problem? Maybe? Every relationship with a child was essentially broadcasting they'd creampied with strategic consistency for a few months to anyone that saw them. Sex happened.
But no rationalization made this a hurdle I was going to leap tonight. There were just some things that shouldn't ever be allowed to hang over a conversation and I'd just pitched the biggest tent in the circus over my first impression to my new bestie's family.
"Make sure you keep her stuffed good, you hear? Is that what the kids say these days Carl?"
"Probably not. Have fun with the plumbing lessons!"
I hoped to any cosmic being with mercy that the street didn't film that as we left.
Buses were near empty this late at night. Few people came out. But an officer still road up front. The walk had been terrifying, but Madison insisted things were safe for a host of reasons. Namely proximity to regular PRT patrol patterns and not being out at crime hours, though we were close. Desperate people wouldn't want to fuck with an unknown cape, too, I guess. But that wasn't something I would put any stock in. Madison's parents sure were though.
A month ago this would have been begging to get robbed or worse. Still not a common occurrence here, but a bit closer to the docks? Constant. Still a risk. It wasn't hard to imagine why new gangs had exploded with capes grabbing little fiefdoms.
I stayed ready to grab Madison and dash for the general vicinity of the PRT HQ at the first sign of trouble. Thank fuck it was lit up at all hours of the night or I'd struggle to get there without Shadowing onto roof tops.
I had to learn the layout of the city, and soon.
Madison pointed out sights most of the way. Many ruined buildings brought loss to her face, something I could only distantly understand. Plenty of people here shared those attachments to the Bay. I was just too late to see the good they remembered. She otherwise tried to help me know what to look out for in case a villain was around.
Bugs were the first thing to run from on everyone's list.
I kept my eyes peeled and legs power walking, but my mind wandered as nothing leapt out. Until we were at my apartment.
A sleepover. I'd been okay with staying at Madison's, in spite of everything, but she insisted that it was only proper for me to sleep in my apartment the first night.
Shadow crowded the elevator with my stuff, shampoo included.
The hall was occupied.
A woman in a sleek pantsuit had just unlocked her apartment door at unit 431. Inside was a casually dressed young man in some wrinkled, faded tee and shorts with socks. They were both around my age or a bit younger, the guy blonde and woman a vibrant brunette.
"Oh my fucking god! I saw you online!" gaped the young man, surprised and awed to my discomfort. The woman turned, more composed and quick to give a friendly smile to both of us.
"Are you the new neighbors?"
The guy was just staring, as much at Shadow as me or Madison. He'd have a future making youtube thumbnails, I guess.
"Uh. I am. The PRT moved me in today. But I was out and about." After a beat I added. "Nice to meet you."
We were going to be neighbors so I had to remember to be polite.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Aubrey" She said, then leaned close to subtly elbow her roommate. Or boyfriend?
"Oh, I'm Greg! Nice to meet you." He rushed his words to the point of slurring. He clammed right up afterwards, visibly restraining himself from saying more.
Madison twitched.
"I'm Erika."
"Madison."
The guy reacted to that, evaluating Madison anew. "Madison Clements? Wow! We haven't seen each other since high school. How are things?"
His exuberance caught Aubrey's glance. But all I cared for was how Madison's enthusiasm for our slumber party had suddenly dimmed. Her ears were back and low.
"Nice to see you Greg, but we should probably part. Erika needs help moving in."
I blinked but hastened to pick up that implication. "Yeah, lots of stuff to do, unfortunately."
Aubrey smiled kindly. "No worries. It's a good building. Land lord's a bit slow but the walls are good and thick so don't worry about moving any furniture. Have a good night!"
The guy opened his mouth but got grabbed by the shirt and hauled in "-ood night!"
Madison sighed the moment the door was closed.
I hurried along to my door, sparing a few glances for Madison. My worry was plain.
"I'm fine. That was just- High school isn't good memories. It's not a big deal, especially Greg." She turned back. "Honestly I'm more surprised he's rooming with a sleek woman like her. Maybe she likes fixer uppers?"
Shadow followed us inside as Madison wondered aloud. The doorway was narrow but once the bags were in there was nothing to it. But after her house my apartment was feeling cramped.
His staring hadn't been outright inappropriate, but it had been rude.
"Is he a problem kind of guy?"
Madison gave a flabbergasted exhale of a laugh.
"Heck no. At most he was an awkward nerd. He threw himself at girls without really doing a good job of even talking to them or considering their interests. Maybe he's changed some since but whatever weird shit he has going on is between him and his internet browser."
I hummed noncommittally. His image was perhaps being skewed by Madison's history with him but I also didn't plan to interact with him beyond polite nods. As long as Madison kept the noise down we'd probably never have reason to talk.
Then Madison's shirt hit me in the face. "Come on! Slumber party gear! We've got to break out the Mario Party! Loser has to eat out the winner!"
And just like that my exhausted dick was roused to polite attention.
Things were packed away or put aside to be sorted tomorrow while Madison pawed at my clothes.
Soon we were both in jumbo tees, mine distended by a drowsy boner looking for action and condomed for cleanliness. Curtains were drawn, Madison's Wii hooked up, and buttons were mashed.
Troubles were forgotten.
NPC Princess Peach proved potent as ever, but Madison got a lucky streak of star steals. Paper towels were placed and my couch was spared from the fruits of my tongue and lips. With all of the advice Madison gave it was more lesson and goofing off than loving pussy eating. As likely to bring her to orgasm as to make her laugh.
My couch was lambasted by both of us for its stone-like surface and then Madison gave my pussy her best. In the shower, just in case the pipes were connected.
They were. My balls had noticeably refilled on the trip here and had plenty to give. Beneath her tongue I was but an instrument of embarrassing quiet sounds and startled moans, bucked by sensations more full and sweeping than a dick's singular focus. A pleasure baptism I'd have to repeat as soon as possible.
Washed and late at night we cuddled up on my freshly made bed, phones in hand. The merch sheets were replaced by plain gray ones. Maybe not the best use of money, but fuck it. I didn't want to feel like I was one step from a racecar bed.
My pussy was still tingling and soothed, quivering at the memory of slick tongue and warm fingers. Every touch had been a novel delight. My damn horse was still a half chub, flopped awkwardly across my front as we lay shoulder to shoulder. Another of Madison's condom roll spent to keep things dry.
Secure and comfortable, more than I would have thought, I took in the day.
How swiftly things changed. I was shoulder to shoulder with a raging nymphomaniac and it reminded me more of old sleepovers and late night gaming sessions than erotic thrills.
And it already felt familiar, certain. Only minor fears about being too clingy floated within me.
"Oh. Looks like some big move went down while we were eating out."
I blinked. "Big move?"
"Yeah, the Undersiders took out some of the Merchants border posts along their divide. Cornered one of their capes in a stash house, from the look of it. Only reason a Merchant cape would be there. Maybe it's some tit for tat thing. But some tinker intervened and now the building's been burned."
Burned?
I leaned closer. Madison angled her phone to show me, head to head. That touch, freshly washed hair mingling, soothed some of these new worries.
Amateur videos captured darkness and moving shapes. Black nothing, more airy and devoid of hues than my own soul power, lingered. Entire chunks of the city obscured from sight.
Big things on misshapen legs lumbered around, stark and rimmed by the fire light pouring from a multi-story warehouse.
Footage was grainy and cameras frantic. Every scene a glimpse on the run or too far to see much.
Some people in there were screaming, intermittent and more scared than pained. I convinced myself they weren't burning. Something else had to be going on. Madison turned off the volume.
I slid from the shared warmth and went to peer out the cheap blinds.
Red, small but bright, right there on the horizon. Too dark to see the smoke.
Not distant. Not an internet away.
Right there.
The thrift store was closer to there than here. By a hefty amount, if I had to guess. I recalled the crowds of soup kitchen goers, people who for whatever need, did not leave to other parts of the city. Right in harms way.
Madison joined me, and held me.
"The fire shouldn't spread any."
I nodded into her arms, ears brushing her nose and chin.
"I figured. They spread warehouse a bit to prevent that, I think. Or maybe it's just to have room to move things."
But a lot of people were squatting things out there. PHO said so. I probably saw many of them today. Families. Children.
Once the fires began to dim, replaced by faint flashes of red and white, we returned to the sheets and whittled away hours on our phones. Madison's browsing habits were not conductive to sleep. But the distraction from my worry was as warm as her side.
Many a cute and erotic memes were shared. She was taking me down a list of her old favorites. Heroes, villains, unpowered. None were spared the attention of the internet. After a time that fire was forgotten enough to sleep.
AN:
There, the big sex chapter. Huge, but I couldn't see a good spot to cut it without killing the momentum. I promise that future fuckenings are not going to be nearly this long. Its indulgent but they're cute damn it and I like how they eased into it. The only lengthy sex scenes from here on will be heavily character development relevant. There will be a lot of short ones though. It can be safely assumed that off screen these two are fucking. If Erika isn't drawing or relaxing then Madison is latched onto her cock. Or is latched on while she draws. They'll sort that out next time.
Speaking of, next chapter the plot kicks into gear some. And art. Finally. Fuck.Last edited: Nov 28, 2025 Like ReplyReport Reactions:Byzantium, EzordCyborg45, Czlyydwr Llrngwl and 126 othersSantafireNov 28, 2025NewAdd bookmarkView discussionThreadmarks Chapter 10 New View contentSantafire.Dec 1, 2025NewAdd bookmark#171Morning broke my wake up promise to Madison.
"Ah fuck. I forgot to buy groceries."
Wonderful fluffy pancakes? My chance to show some of my care for her and that I could be a shoulder to lean on? Delayed, because I'd fucked up my shopping.
I knew we shouldn't have slept in! But everything had been so comfortable. No pressure or obligations. No noisy neighbors.
Rousing and dozing in cozy warmth despite the summer heat. Held close by Madison's soft arms. Nighttime shifting had promoted me to little spoon. Half chub morning wood and a large bubble of pre-stuffed condom both ignored to luxuriate in the moment. Until Madison stirred, squeezed me tight, and asked about breakfast.
We were responsible adults. We had to do responsible things before rewarding our sex organs. My half chub had even faded as we tidied up, not so much as hardening from a quick scrub in the sink as I disposed of last night's fluids. That was a first. This horse had actually quit a boner without time consuming effort.
The boon of raw sex? I sure thought so.
I'd almost skipped from the bathroom, only to find my fridge and pantry empty. And my lapse of planning had fully clarified.
Making that discovery after an hour of sex and a half hour of cleanup would have been worse. Oh so much worse. That had at least been avoided. But it was little consolation.
This was a crisis and we were hungry. I was famished.
As I pulled on clothes that didn't reek of sex by proximity- another layered skirt and another baggy croptop that an unfortunate belt's worth of belly but was slathered in sick art of skulls- I debated going to extremes.
Shadow could get me there and back in no time. There being the within walking distance grocer recommended by some local googling.
But a speeding Shadow was still a black blot that would startle the public. It was almost eleven in the morning after all. Little room to hide away in strong shadows and moving at speed would make me much more noticeable. And Shadow would have to help me carry everything home. And I'd still be seen shopping anyway.
There was no avoiding a scene.
So we went together.
"And there's the cameras."
How quickly I could feign calm about this inescapable condition.
Being denied my anonymity in public was a low discomfort. A pain that could be endured, as much as I didn't want to. I knew if I didn't push myself I'd duck away indoors even more than I was already used to.
"Like clockwork," Madison agreed.
Being here alone would have made glaring down every amateur cameraman harder.
I grabbed a cart, and then swapped to one whose wheel didn't squeak. "I'd make a game of it if I had the cash for treats. A bit of chocolate for every ten voyeurs stalking my mundane life."
"Maybe something else that doesn't take money? Like slack time?"
"I'd probably just ignore that. Either I get too into what I'm drawing to want to stop or I just game it by taking an extra lap around the boardwalk to get a weeks off worth of being filmed."
A wake of heads turned our way as we shopped. Human heads. No ears. All towering over my compact view point.
We were the only outliers. No other thirty-two in sight. I hadn't seen a one outdoors since our field trip. With how they were openly wide-eyed about not just myself, but also Madison, they hadn't either.
I did my best to brush it off. Looking forward to getting home was a good lure to put up with this moment. My art. My pancakes. Maybe something with Madison, unless she had things to do today.
Best not to think about, lest I pop a boner in public. Which shouldn't be likely, after last nights extensive draining.
"So many bulk foods," Madison opined, after I put a ten kilo rice bag in.
"Yup. I'd like tastier stuff but my starving artist ways are the only thing that's going to save my stipend from this appetite."
Potatoes. Peanut butter. Rice. Cheaper veggies. Lots of sauces and spices for flavor. Some bread and jellies for basic sandwiches. Loads of cheap pasta.
Madison insisted on me taking some cumin along.
A few people approached for photos. I prickled the nearer they got. But only one of them was much of a pain about us declining and he left in a huff after a few terse words. The guy's with the strange idea we wanted to be hit one were worse.
Every encounter begat more. If I accepted one person then I could watch the surrounding pack assume in real time that they too could suck up my time.
It was better to just decline everybody.
The circle of onlookers followed, their own groceries forgotten. Plenty, most, just took a long rubbernecking look on the way by, but a half dozen stuck for the whole trip.
Distant enough that I'd have to march up to confront them.
It was faster, easier, to just have done with being here. Better to get Madison away from something that no doubt discomforted her, too. Every time she had to repeatedly decline some pushy guy I knew I was why she had to put up with it.
Even as a gossip fiend rung up my items, pecking away with questions, those people filmed, unphased by their audacity. They kept me on my toes, conscious any slip of any kind would be immortalized. I could feel my batteries draining every minute. Those cameras were functionally a threat that stripped me of comfort.
How any public figure endured this sort of circus eluded me.
Maybe it's because they got something out of it. Furthered their fame and nourished an audience. They probably only went out to promote and had their shopping done by their staff. But even then they still had to put up with this.
How lonely.
The most these people could do for me was ignore me. Plenty did, after satisfying their curiosity. But enough didn't.
Gossip gal didn't keep us long, thank fuck. No matter how cute her updo was. And the bill had been intense. Enough food to barely make the week? Pushing two hundred in twenty thirteen money. My dreams of keeping half this stipend in savings were looking strained.
The half dozen bags were scooped and Madison took the queen's share. My noodle limbs were struggling from just four bags of bread, pancake mix, and peanut butter.
Even in the parking lot people were peering. Watching as we passed.
We talked whenever others weren't in ear shot, low and quiet. Using our ears to hear what others couldn't.
"Maybe I'll pull Shadow out when we're further away." I'd gotten away with her yesterday because night had next to no witnesses. People were too sensible to risk the outdoors, not trusting the recent peace.
Madison' hummed, struggling through her own hefty bags. "Might be risky. My mom's been telling me I need well-rounded exercise anyway."
"Exercise," I groused. "The most I ever did was a lot of walking."
I didn't say that wasn't an option now, but Madison heard it. We were in the same situation, for the most part. She gave me a friendly bump of support with her hips. "I can do some laps whenever, if you decide you want to."
"Thanks. But probably no time soon. Or I'll just do resistance exercises."
Some upper body strength would be a good idea with how like fifteen pounds of groceries felt like fifty.
"Or we can keep sweating it out the way we already are." She said with a wink.
"Don't make me blush in public. These vultures would eat it up."
Small had its costs. Like having to hold my forearms up some so the bags didn't ding a curb when we stepped onto pavement.
"That's a news truck." Madison said, staggered.
Why? Because the camera was pointed our way.
"Great. We're going to be on TV."I bemoaned.
"Maybe that'll help the public simmer down on you?" Madison didn't sound like she fully believed that. "They did with the thirty-twos. Or at least they're slowing down on the invasive practices."
"Well, I can hope," I said lamely. "Maybe this will get people past the new oddity sooner."
"Maybe. Or they might make you famous."
There were words that sent shivers down my spine.
"God, I hope not. Oh fuck, they're trying to come this way."
So what if my voice squeaked a bit there. I was already stressed.
"Is it rude to ignore reporters? I feel like being rude right now."
Madison hurried up. "Maybe if we rush we'll just avoid the question!"
Amazing idea. No wonder I was thinking the same thing.
Then everything sound went weird.
Cars on the road. People murmuring in a cloud of noise about a midget doing her grocery shopping. Everything was pushed out into silence by a sudden ringing.
Red descended from above. Towards us. Controlled but entirely unwelcome and setting my instincts alight with panic.
So close we had to immediately brace against the wind instead of run.
Sound. Rockets roaring. So intense my ears began to hurt from the ringing. I ducked low, squishing them against my head with a laden forearm to spare them any of this noise.
A mech. Not titanic but large enough to make car insurance companies sweat. Fuck off plates of steel and numerous nozzle features focused a dozen thrusters to assist the iron giant rip-off foot rockets that kept this lug from cratering us into the pavement.
Cool? Probably for the people over there.
Here? I was holding onto my groceries for dear life. My skirt was flapping like a flag in a wind tunnel. My hair, just brushed, was blasted back. My eyes stung with debris. And my ears only rang louder, all definition to the sound lost in an uncomfortable flat wall of noise.
Grit clung to the sensitive hairs in my ears and I knew it would be hell to clean it all out.
That fucker needed tons upon tons of force to get airborne. And we were getting a fat, frontal taste of that because it was landing right next to us.
Shadow was an option. I could be out of here with Madison in an instant.
But it would all be on camera, inciting only more interest in me. The indecision lasted ong enough that the mech toughed down, pavement heaving from the weight of this machine.
Those fucking rockets shut off with it but the ringing still drowned all sound.
On the ground I could see it was more than two persons tall. And it loomed near and leaned in with its black cockpit.
Nothing. I let my ears stand. The sounds of the city were distant and foggy.
The robot didn't move but a new panic was coming to me. I backed away, shaking my head like a moron to try and get my ears to work. If-
Sound started to come back. The ringing was fading, slowly. Enough to barely hear a loud speaker of some kind amplifying some half-baked impression of Metroman.
"-Noble cape? Can you hear me?"
Fucking cape shit. We should have run. We should have just Shadow'd and run. The small part of me that hope this was something stupid like 'you left your stove on' went quiet.
I nodded, just to keep the peace from whatever this inconsiderate fuck wanted. I looked right, seeing Madison disorientated and cradling her ears. I opened my mouth then closed it.
Speaking might set him off. Madison might not even hear me. I eyed a way out, the road. Shadow could grab us both and we'd be moving at speed in a flash.
But his machine was coated in nozzles and barrels. Many of them looked violently purposed.
Steam burst from the back struts of the mech's calves. An older man in the way dove into his car and barely shut the door in time to avoid the back burst.
"Noble cape! A dastardly villain is plotting to ransack a shelter and I could use your aid!" The Metroman was put back on with force. The strain he was using to sound deeper was obvious.
My ears still rung and the sound was fading slow.
I swear, if this gave me tinnitus, again-! And he kept yammering!
"Can you hear me?" And he had the gall to sound bothered! Like he hadn't been the one to initiate this disaster to fucking recruit me into a fucking brawl!
This was absurd. Was this a hero? He could clearly see us suffering yet wasn't even apologizing.
And who talked like that? Was this what a lot of heroes did? Or was it a this guy exclusive issue?
"Noble cape?"
I swallowed down a lot. Rage is not what I needed right now. Provoking some mech by asking him what his damage was could put Madison and I both at risk. I needed to make sure he wouldn't shoot us if we ran and then get the hell out of here.
Madison edged nearer to me. Ready to run? As worried as I was about what this guy intended? If he'd given either of us tinnitus-