A penguin was slurping soba. Loudly. Each noodle disappeared with a wet shlurrrp that echoed in my quiet villa.
"Delicious."
This penguin really likes soba. He says it with his whole chest, chopsticks pinched in those little flippers like he was born to use them.
That's fine and all, but.
"Penguin, how many bowls are you planning to eat before you're satisfied?"
He doesn't even look up. Bowl number eleven hits the stack with a ceramic clack. Broth glistens on his beak. "Well, if I feel like eating, I can eat as much as I want." Saying that, he asks for another serving.
And between bites, he keeps pouring sake from the barrel into himself. Tilting his head back and letting it run down his throat, some of it spilling down his white front, making the feathers stick together.
By the way.
In this world, alcohol is generally low-proof. Because they guzzle it like water. Most of the liquor I serve is low-alcohol too.
But what the penguin is drinking now is the nihonshu type, and the alcohol content is normally high. The sharp, fermented smell cuts through the bonito of the soba.
If you become an alcoholic, don't blame me, penguin.
"Come to think of it, I've never seen any other individuals of penguins or Mr. Armadillo's kind."
The non-humans who worship Ms. Melyuzine all have others of their species around, but there's only one Mr. Armadillo.
"My buddies are in the sea, so humans don't meet 'em. I'm the only one who comes up on land," the penguin says around a mouthful of noodles. Broth drips. "I live in the sea. Not like those land penguins you're thinking of. I breathe water. Sleep in currents. In this form, I live in the ocean."
"So, this Kyubelsh-Altei-Kuaberku here—"
"Wait, penguin. What's that name?"
"Kyubelsh-Altei-Kuaberku." The penguin points a flipper toward the doorway.
And then—
"Kyuu♪"
For some reason, Mr. Armadillo is here too.
This is the villa on the island.
Mr. Armadillo is supposed to be at the hot springs, but apparently he got lost in the cave. Even though it's a straight path, how did he manage that?
And after wandering around, he ended up stepping onto the teleportation device and was sent to my villa.
Panicking at the unfamiliar scenery, he tried to go back, but accidentally stepped onto the teleportation device next to it — the one bound for the island villa — and here we are.
"Kyuu♪"
Hauri, a girl from the cabaret club who was on the island, reported, "I don't think anyone but the shopkeeper would know such an unidentifiable creature," so I rushed over to find Mr. Armadillo crying "kyuu, kyuu" with a completely lost look in his eyes.
He said he was lost and hungry, so I made him some soba. Then the penguin showed up, and now we've got this situation.
He has a name that long?
"Kyubelsh-Altei-Kuaberku is a Godamaniaangouda, and—"
"The species name is long too!?"
What is that, a tongue twister?
"The Godamaniaangouda tribe, see," the penguin keeps going, totally unfazed, "they borrow the wombs of females from other species to give birth. It's a pretty messed-up method, so they get persecuted a lot—"
I see.
"This Kyubelsh-Altei-Kuaberku has already moved over here and started associating with other species, apparently."
Mr. Armadillo was apparently quite the ladies' man.
"Kyuu♪" Kyubelsh waddles closer, and I catch the scent of him — dry earth, musk, and something electric, like the air before lightning. His little claws click on the wood floor.
The penguin drains his sake. Wipes his beak with the back of his flipper. "That was good. Thanks for the meal."
After parting with the penguin, I return to Mr. Armadillo's dwelling with him.
And when I go to the place he'd invited me to before—
"…!"
There, a girl with horns on her head and horse-like legs is waiting. I'd guess, but it's hard to tell with non-humans. Her build is lean, powerful. Centaur. Her equine half is a glossy bay, muscles shifting under the skin. Her human torso is bare except for a thin wrap over her breasts. She's breathing hard.
Is this girl Mr. Armadillo's girlfriend?
But even so, doesn't she look terrified? Her eyes are wide, pupils blown. Her hands are fists.
"I won't yield! I won't give in to such a despicable act!"
Huh?
She's openly hostile, Mr. Armadillo. Isn't she your girlfriend?
"Kyuu♪"
Mr. Armadillo climbs right onto the girl. He's only waist-high to her human torso, but he moves with total confidence. His clawed feet find purchase on her equine flank like he's done this a hundred times.
"Whoa! That's huge!"
Mr. Armadillo unwraps the cloth around his waist, and from there emerges a massive male organ — no, it was like a huge, weapon-like rod. Thick as my forearm, ribbed, flushed a deep, angry red at the tip. It pulses, a vein throbbing visibly along the length. It smells like salt and heat.
What the hell is that? Can that even fit?
The centaur girl flinches so hard her hooves scrape the floor. "S-Stop it! If you shove that thing in me!?"
Well, yeah. I think she'd split open. Her human hands fly back to brace against Kyubelsh's shell, but she doesn't push. Can't push.
"Kyuu♪ Kyuu♪"
As if it were the most natural thing, Mr. Armadillo spreads the girl's legs. His claws dig into the meat of her thighs, spreading her wide. Her crotch really does look like a horse's — there's no soft human fold, just a tight, pink slit set higher than a human's would be, already fluttering.
"My womb is going to be remade again!" she sobs, but her voice cracks on something that isn't just fear. "This womb that exists for the prosperity of the centaur race! It's going to be turned into a breeding sack that the Godamaniaangouda use however they want!?"
Oh?
"Kyuu♪"
Just like that, with no foreplay at all. As if he figured such a thing was unnecessary— he lines up that monstrous rod and shoves.
"Oooooohhhh!!!"
The girl screams. The sound is raw, ripped from her chest. Her entire equine body bucks, hooves slamming down. I see her human stomach bulge obscenely as he forces inch after impossible inch inside. There's no way. There's no way that fits. But it does. Her inner walls have to be stretching, reshaping around him.
Of course she would scream if you shove something like that in without foreplay.
But then—
"Kyuu♪ Kyuu♪"
Mr. Armadillo extends his long tongue — grey, wet, easily a foot long — and entwines it with the girl's. He forces it into her mouth, down her throat. She gags, eyes watering, but then her body goes limp.
"Fwoooohhh♡♡♡"
The sound that comes out of her isn't pain. It's broken, wrecked pleasure. Her hips give a little involuntary twitch, impaling herself further on him. A thick string of drool connects her mouth to his tongue.
"Kyuu, kyuu?"
Mr. Armadillo seems to ask her something, his hips starting a slow, grinding roll that makes her whole body shudder.
"N-No, that'sh not it♡♡♡" Her words are mushy around his tongue. "I wasn't waiting to get raped♡♡♡ I was just waiting to complain♡♡♡"
Ah, Mr. Armadillo asked, "You were waiting to get railed, weren't you?" Yep, he's ruthless.
"Kyuu, kyuu♪"
Then Mr. Armadillo changes positions. He uses his weight to throw her. She goes down hard on all fours, her equine body crashing to the mat with a thud that rattles the walls. Her ass is up, tail flicking aside on its own, presenting that stretched, abused slit to him. It's gaping now, puffy and red, leaking clear fluid that runs down her inner thighs.
He mounts her from behind, claws sinking into her hips for leverage.
"Oooooohhh♡♡♡ That'sh bad♡♡♡ That'sh right♡♡♡" She's crying now, tears and snot running down her face, but her hips are pushing back into every thrust. "I was waiting in this pathetic position because I wanted to get railed like this again♡♡♡"
She fell immediately. That was fast.
Each thrust is brutal. You can hear it — wet, obscene, shlkt-shlkt-shlkt, the sound of his rod bottoming out in a place that shouldn't exist. Her human belly bulges with the outline of him every time he slams home.
"Oooooohhh♡♡♡ My womb is getting ruined♡♡♡" She's screaming it like a prayer. "This pussy that's supposed to be for the prosperity of my race♡♡♡ It's been remade into a breeding sack just to nurture Godamaniaangouda babies♡♡♡"
She's really happy about it. Her fingers claw at the mat. Her horns scrape the floor as her head drops.
"Kyuu♪ Kyuu♪"
"Yes♡♡♡ This womb is Lord Kyubelsh-Altei-Kuaberku's personal breeding sack♡♡♡" She turns her head, eyes rolling back, tongue lolling. "I'm not going back to my race anymore♡♡♡ I'll stay in this room forever♡♡♡"
The girl gives Mr. Armadillo an intense kiss, or tries to. She can barely reach, so she just mouths at his shell, licking, drooling.
"Aahn♡♡♡ I love you♡♡♡ So let me bear them♡♡♡ Impregnate me with lots of Lord Kyubelsh-Altei-Kuaberku's babies♡♡♡"
Her face is a mess as she moves her hips, meeting his thrusts now, taking him deeper. The sound of skin on skin, of wet flesh, fills the room. It smells like sex, like musk and sweat and something alien.
And then—
"Kyuu♪"
Mr. Armadillo grabs the centaur girl's waist with both claws. His grip is crushing. He pulls her back onto him at the same time he slams forward, and—
DOJURUUU!!
A bizarre, tremendous sound echoes, like something thick and viscous being forced through a narrow space at pressure. Her eyes go wide. White.
"Fwoooooohhhh!!!"
She screams. Her whole body seizes, back arching so hard I think her spine will snap. Her equine legs kick out, hooves gouging the mat.
And then—
"Fugyiii♡♡♡ My womb♡♡♡ It's completely become a breeding sack♡♡♡" She's convulsing, sobbing, cumming. "This womb is only for bearing Lord Kyubelsh-Altei-Kuaberku's babies♡♡♡ Ooooh!!! I'm cummiiing!!!"
She collapses spread-eagle with her pussy exposed. It's ruined — gaping, twitching, clenching on nothing. And then—
BUJURURURURU
An impossible amount of viscous fluid overflows from the girl's pussy. Thick, ropey, pearlescent white. It pours out of her in a flood, soaking the mat, pooling around her hooves. It keeps coming, and coming, like he pumped gallons into her. The smell hits me: heavy, musky, fertile.
Watching that,
"When am I supposed to leave?"
Having somehow missed my chance to leave, I just stay there the whole time. The villa is silent except for her little aftershock whimpers and the drip, drip, drip of overflow hitting the floor.
Kyubelsh-Altei-Kuaberku pats her flank. "Kyuu♪"
She giggles. Broken. Worshipful. "Lord… Kyubelsh… my womb… it's warm… it's still… moving…"
Yeah. I'm not getting out of here soon.