Earth girls are easy.

What's the point in fighting girls that give a Valkillrie pause? Especially really cute girls with fat cocks that just want to use you like a fuck toy? You have felt like a water balloon over filled with liquid lust since the over familiar octogirl edged you for an hour, and a good hard girly gangbang seems just like what the doctor ordered. You lick your lips and mumble meekly, "I'd like to copy the notes first, then 'repay' you, but...will you please be nice to me?"

You can't believe how silly you sound asking from kindness from the captivating but clearly cruel cryptids. They cackle wildly as they begin squeezing and squishing and slapping your breasts and buttocks and hips and anything else that makes you jiggle and moan. "Drag, can you believe our morning snack asked us to be nice to her?" The second Donna snickers to the first as she twists your puffy nipples painfully and pulls your breasts out to absurd proportions before bending you over to slide her girl girth between them.

"Hey, no fair, Fangs! Who says you get the tits?!" Donna the third pouts even as she parts your petals with her pretty prick and begins pounding away like an animal rutting its mewling mate. You can't exactly argue with the assessment, especially with the way you're bucking back against her and clenching down so tight you could make a mold of her cock...and just might.

"Calm down, Doppo! She's a slime slut. Just make another set of tits to fuck." Drag says dismissively and you feel Doppo kneading your ample ass to form two nubile nipples that throb with need as she fucks your pussy and fondles your tantalized tits. Meanwhile, Fangs seems to feel left out, because she plunges past your fat fuckbags and fucks a hot, horny hole right into your chest.

You are getting it from both ends, going crazy with lust and losing your melting mind, when Drag sneers down at you and says, "Blessit! This face is too pretty to pound!" She bends over and gives you a tender kiss that makes you quiver even more uncontrollably than the cocks. Just when you think you might share a romantic moment amidst being the meat in a slut sandwich, Donna Drag smooshes your face and molds it into a third pair of tits for her to fuck a hole into.

You wish you could say you hated it. You wish you could say it disgusted you to be used like a shared sex toy for girls with the sexual maturity of teenage incel. You wish you could say you deserved better to be the butt, or breasts of their crude sex joke. You wish you didn't love not only the feeling of being filled up and bounced between three pistoning pricks. You wish you weren't proud to feel their thick tools throb harder with every thrust. You can feel how swollen and sensitive they are and for a sick second you miss having a cock to goon off with to plastic porn flesh, but you are happy to be the porn pudding they pump instead.

"Fuck yes! We should keep this pretty punk as a pet!" Dopps howls as she comes perilously close to exploding inside you. That's when it hits you, these girls are still working out the same toxic stew of porn as sex ed and gender identity exposure as you are. They are fucking you like the 'shemales' they see in straight porn and getting off on the fucked up fantasy made flesh and boned. You wish you could say you've risen above all that, but being the fantasy fuck doll in a hedonistic hateful headspace is kind of your whole jam, and it's got you feeling as sweet and sticky as jelly.

"Pet? This little pussy pudding is gonna be our fucking mascot!" Fangs coos as she plants a hellacious hickey on your primary plump pillow ploppers and fills your chest cunt with a creamy load that makes your heart melt a little. You try to think straight, but all you can only thick of slick slimy shafts squelching inside you. Between Drag deep dicking your brain and the other Donna's continuing to saw in and out of your bouncy breasts even as they shoot thick ropes of sticky seed inside you, it's a miracle you can think at all.

"Hmm, we could use a little living warning about what happens when you dick with The Donnas. Let's ask the slime slut for her heart." Drag snorts derisively as she shoots a massive milk missile deep down in you, coating your hot little heart in loving load. Soon the other Donna's follow suit, finishing their fuck with a finaly fount of filth, until your heart is totally dripping with their dick drool and dripping with desire to be devoured.

Maybe if you gave yourself even an instant to recover and reconsider, you wouldn't cry out, "Please! Take my heart and make me your porn pet and milk filled mascot!" Once the offer is made, however, it is too late for regrets. In an instant your heart glows green and glittery, revealing a pure, powerful potential that you'll never realize now. Not that you care, you're too entranced watching your new mischievous, malicious, marvelous mistresses licking their sticky seed from your squishy, stupid heart.

Fangs lives up to her nickname, sinking sharp teeth in and sucking your heart up, making you feel like your soul is getting it's dome polished. Dopps take big, tearing bites, and you can't help but he happy at how hungry she is for you. The less that's left of you, the more you love her for it. Drag takes her time with her third of your heart, rolling it slowly around her tongue before swallowing each baby bite with a seductively sinister smile. Your love dribbles down her throat and you coo and quiver on the floor like a good little mascot slut **** wet dream girl.

By the time they finish with you, there's nothing left of you to regret losing what you might have been, and what you are is ready to 'repay' them for helping you 'cram' on your Seduction 101 notes. Judging by how lustfully they lick the last of your heart off their lips, and the way their shafts are slobbering for seconds, you suspect this study session is going to go on for ages. You don't mind, you still have a lot to learn about being a fantasy fuck doll, and you plan to keep improving until...