Marcella, Joy, and Mr. Howdy

Marcella was lying on her stomach outside of the tent, bound and nude. Her trusty sidekick, Mr. Howdy, was in her mouth, down to the balls, nearly gagging the helpless assassin. Marcella had managed to stand Mr. Howdy on his base, making it easier for her to mime a blowjob on her inanimate friend. It was a nice distraction from all the goings-on. She'd always been thankful for his company.

But she really, really wished her hands weren't tied behind her back. Marcella was so wet it almost hurt. She was desperate for relief, even after all the bull had put her through.

As if things couldn't get any worse, her ass was also sore. Grimm had given her the spanking of a lifetime, and Marcella found herself cursing the fact that she'd been born with such a prodigious ass. It was so big it couldn't be bound with rope, being one of the few parts of her anatomy to be totally free of bondage. Not that it would do her any good -- sure, she could use it like a weapon and as a shield when in a scrap, but she couldn't exactly cut through rope with it. Unless... Marcella jiggled her ass, trying to burn through the rope with friction, but all that did was irritate her cheeks. With a heavy sigh, Marcella settled back down, resigned.

At least she had Mr. Howdy.

Joy and Grimm were inside the tent, fucking. And they were loud. They'd been at it for a while, and showed no sign of slowing down. Marcella sighed. She was a little jealous, truth be told -- excluding Mr. Howdy she hadn't fucked in months. A dry spell, if you will.

The kangaroo slathered the fake cock with her tongue, coating it in saliva, working it into her throat, occasionally teasing its balls with her bottom lip or teeth...

It was a way to pass the time.

Marcella snapped out of it when she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. She looked up to see Joy. The kangaroo hadn't even noticed that the wild moaning and thrashing coming from inside the tent had stopped.

"Hey," Joy said. "How are you doing?"

"How's it look like I'm doin', Tits?" Marcella asked, barely taking her mouth off of Mr. Howdy. "I'm buck naked in the cold with nothin' but my buddy to comfort me."

Joy sat down beside the kangaroo. "I'm sorry. We can't... I can't let Grimm be in danger."

"I don't think that boyfriend of yours is gonna be in danger any time soon, Tits," Marcella snarked.

"He's not my -- doesn't matter. We're on a quest, Marcella. An important one. One we can't fail."

"That's none of my business."

"But it is, now. We can't just let you go. We can't risk other fighters coming our way."

"I mean, they're gonna come no matter what, sug."

"Then we need to be prepared for them. And we need to find out why they're coming after us." She stroked the side of the kangaroo's face. "We need your help, Marcella."

"Any help I can give you ain't gonna get me out of these ropes," the assassin replied. "Y'all gonna keep me bound up 'til you throw me at Larsa's feet. I know the likes of you."

"We would never do that," Joy replied. She looked and sounded serious. "Never."

"Oh, come on. What are you gonna do if I squeal on Larsa? Untie me, send me off with a 'thank ya?'" She laughed derisively. "Naw, y'all gonna keep me as a prisoner. I know it."

"I'm telling you that's not true."

"Prove it."

"How?"

"I can't."

"See?"

"I mean... I can't, yet."

Another dismissive laugh from the assassin. "Figures."

Joy put her hand to her chin, thinking. "Y'know how Grimm and I met?"

"Badass and sidekick convention?"

"I kidnapped him." She paused. "Well, I helped kidnap him."

"No way."

"Way. My best friends and I went out and captured him while he was asleep. I'm a bandit... we all were, and we were capturing him to make him do a favor for our boss."

"How'd that work out?"

"Surprisingly great."

"And now you're travelin' with him?"

"Yeah. We, umm... became close."

"While he was tied up?"

"He was only tied up for a little bit. One of my friends was to blame for that." She giggled, thinking of Buttercup's impulsive freeing of Grimm. "But he stayed with us, and helped us, and now I'm helping him."

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying that maybe the same will happen with you."

Marcella made a face. "I don't see that happenin', Tits."

Joy smiled softly. She leaned in toward Marcella. "Y'know..." She stroked the kangaroo's cheek some more, then lowered herself so that she could gaze into those bright green eyes. "You keep calling me 'Tits...'"

Marcella's mouth widened, causing Mr. Howdy to drop free and fall on his side. She didn't right him, distracted by what Joy was doing. The cow scooted in close to Marcella, until the cow's bust was right in front of her face.

Joy lowered her hand to her chest and took one breast in her hand. She hefted it up to Marcella's face. "It's been a while. I'm sure you're thirsty." Marcella looked up to see that Joy was smiling sweetly, and she could detect no malice or treachery in the expression.

Reluctantly, slowly, Marcella leaned forward and took Joy's nipple in her mouth. The cow purred happily as the kangaroo began to suckle. Marcella took a minute to find her rhythm, but once she did, the backed-up store of milk inside Joy's ample bosom came loose and flowed into her mouth. Joy sighed with glee as her milk flooded the kangaroo's mouth.

For her part, Marcella happily suckled at Joy's teat, taking in mouthful after mouthful of milk. She was thirsty. Joy's wrapped Marcella up in her arms and pulled her close, patting her back as she sucked down milk. She nuzzled the assassin, being as loving as she could, enjoying everything that was happening.

So was Marcella. The wetness between her thighs was only getting worse. She shifted uncomfortably.

Joy noticed that Marcella was turned on, but didn't want to reward her just yet. She let the kangaroo suckle and feed from her aching breast, making sure to switch between udders so that each would be sufficiently depleted.

The tattooed cow noticed that the spank marks on Marcella's ass hadn't totally disappeared yet. "You have such a cute butt," she said flirtatiously.

Marcella stopped sucking, looked up at her. "Thanks," she said, before sucking down more milk. She was slowing down, getting full. Joy noticed.

"I'm sorry Grimm, umm... fought the way he did." Joy paused. "Well, not... sorry, in the sense that he did it, 'cause I wanted him to win, but, like... I'm sorry that he had to defeat you like that." She giggled. "'Cause honestly, you have a very cute butt." She pulled away from Marcella, causing her nipple to fall from the kangaroo's mouth, and crawled around her, stopping when she got to the assassin's rump.

Joy made a happy sound as she leaned down and planted a soft kiss on Marcella's asscheek. Then another. Then another.

"Oh," was all Marcella could say. She hadn't been expecting this. "What... what are you doing?" She instinctively moved, causing her ass to shake and jiggle.

Joy giggled. She started caressing the kangaroo's poor rump, peppering it with kisses. "My best friend in the whole world is, umm... similarly endowed," she said softly, "and sometimes I would just lay there, kissing her butt. It's, like, a silly thing we do." That was the truth: there was many a time, when Joy and Buttercup were building up to something intimate, that Joy would take time to worship her ditzy friend's plump derriere.

"I know you probably think I'm, like, doing something devious," Joy said, before planting a sweet kiss on Marcella's buttcheek, "but I promise I'm not. I don't believe people deserve to suffer." She kept kissing the captive's rump, taking care not to irritate her wounds.

It was clearly having an effect on Marcella. She was moaning softly, and Joy could swear that the kangaroo was subconsciously thrusting her butt higher to give Joy better access. Joy giggled as she leaned down and rewarded Marcella by lightly dragging her tongue from the summit of her asscheek up to her lower back. "Is that okay?" Joy asked softly.

"Y-yeah," replied Marcella. Joy couldn't see it, but Marcella was blushing in a way she never had before. "It's... nice..."

"Good," was all Joy said, before resuming her licking-and-kissing healing treatment. This went on for a few more minutes, until Joy was just as wet as Marcella.

The cow eventually pulled herself away from the kangaroo's ass and crawled back to her front. She leaned down, took Marcella's face in her hands, and pressed her lips to hers. Without thinking Marcella returned the kiss. Their tongues danced over one another, and by the time Marcella realized what she was doing she realized that she wanted more.

Joy obliged Marcella with another kiss, then another, and while their lips were locked she laid herself down so that her body was parallel to the kangaroo's. Marcella also got a great view of Joy's thick, beautiful bottom which, while not as big as Marcella's, was still worth appreciating. Joy reached forward and reached under Marcella, stopping when she made contact with the kangaroo's sizable breasts. She purred happily as she massaged and groped them.

Marcella moaned as Joy played with her boobs. They were still bound up with rope, so they weren't easily accessible; although this may have been ill-advised Joy slipped the ropes loose so that Marcella's tits could hang free. Marcella helped by pulling herself up onto her hands, giving Joy full access.

Marcella wasn't as busty as Joy, but she was still bustier than most, and Joy was excited by this. She kissed Marcella once more, then licked her lips hungrily. Marcella understood what was happening, but didn't fully process it until Joy dropped onto her back and slid under her, stopping once her face was parallel to Marcella's bust.

The kangaroo let out a pleased moan as Joy wrapped her lips around one thick nipple. The cow began to suck, working the flesh of the breast with her nimble fingers. Marcella blushed. "I don't... I don't make milk like y'all do..."

"That's okay," Joy said, face mashed into breastflesh. She wrapped her lips around the nipple and gave it a good suck. "I love it anyway..." She moaned into the soft flesh as she pleasured it, enjoying the sensation of satisfying another. In a way Joy had a breast sucking fetish, but not like Daisy: whereas Daisy loved being the recipient, Joy loved doling it out. She loved pleasuring her friends' udders, loved seeing their cute reactions, the way their bodies shuddered and their faces went red. Marcella was no exception, even if she couldn't reward Joy with milk.

Joy kept sucking, switching between breasts, teasing them with her teeth, tongue, and hands. The fact that each of Marcella's breasts were nearly as big as her head meant that when one was not being attended to it mashed into the ground, so Joy had to awkwardly heft it up. She kind of enjoyed that part, too.

Marcella looked down to see that Joy's beautiful breasts were jiggling and shaking, teasing her... and they were just within distance, too. With a sloppy grin the kangaroo lowered her mouth to Joy's breasts. She took the cow's nipples into her mouth, sucking out more delicious milk. Joy moaned happily into Marcella's tit.

First Marcella had been in a standing 69. Now she was in a... breastsucking 69? Whatever she could call it, she was doing it, and she was loving it. They both were.

The two ladies sucked and kneaded and licked and squeezed one another, pleasuring each other's breasts with abandon.

But it was too much. After a while Joy couldn't take it any more. She made a tactical decision -- one that might annoy Grimm, but it had to happen. She reached up toward Marcella's crotch, found the ropes there, and loosened them. The ropes came undone and fell away around them.

"T-Tits," Marcella moaned, "y-you let me g-go..." But she soon learned why.

Joy scooted forward, leaving Marcella's breasts behind, until she found the kangaroo's clit. With a lusty grin the cow went to work on the captive's poor, moist sex.

Marcella gasped and, not to be outdone, quickly lowered herself onto Joy, mashing her sex in the cow's face. Simultaneously she lowered her head to her captor's crotch and returned the favor.

Now they were in the third, and truest, 69 of the evening.

Marcella pinned Joy's head between her thighs, Joy arched her legs to keep Marcella in place. They pleasured each other, moaning and gasping into the night breeze, forgetting the fact that one had recently captured the other. It didn't seem to matter right now.

After several hours of being bound and helpless and uncomfortably horny Marcella finally, mercifully came. She let out a wild, ecstatic moan as she reached climax, which spurred Joy to work harder to draw out the assassin's orgasm.

Marcella seemed to cum for ages. It just kept going and going, much better and more satisfying than anything Mr. Howdy had given her.

And then she made a decision that would affect her forever.

Marcella didn't escape. She was on top; she could have. But she chose not to. Instead, she climbed off of Joy and swung around before burying her face between the cow's thighs. The kangaroo went right back to work, sucking and lapping and licking her newfound lover(?), pushing her closer and closer to orgasm.

Wearing her own delirious smile Joy wrapped her legs around Marcella's head and ran her fingers through the captive's(?) hair. "Yes," she cooed, "yesss..." It was amazing. It was exactly what she'd hoped would happen.

And then she came, and Marcella returned her earlier service by teasing her clit until she was completely spent.

Marcella rested her head between Joy's thighs, panting. Joy was breathing heavily, too. She lazily draped one leg over Marcella, then collapsed into the earth, looking up at the stars.

Grimm woke up and walked out of the tent to discover his lover and his captive collapsed in a sweaty, exhausted heap.

"Oh," was all he could say.

Joy looked up at him, wearing a lazy, contented smile. "Hey, babe," she sighed, "so... this happened."

"Wow," Grimm replied bemusedly. "So, umm... did you mean to let Marcella go?"

Marcella hadn't gone anywhere, though. She was still curled up against Joy's thigh. "Hold your horses, sug," she said, blushing, "I'm not goin' nowhere."

"Is that so?"

"I've seen the light," the kangaroo replied, looking up at Joy. Joy looked down at her and winked, then ran her hand through the assassin's hair. "Your girlfriend showed me the error of my ways."

"Oh, did she?" Grimm raised an eyebrow.

"We had a talk," Joy said, smiling. "Before, umm... all of this happened."

"And?"

"I'll help you find Larsa," said Marcella. She stretched a little, yawned, and planted a kiss on Joy's thigh. She sighed, suddenly sounding very sad. "I'm a terrible fuckin' assassin." She groaned. "And why am I even called an assassin, anyway? Can't assassinate nobody in a world where no one fuckin' dies."

Joy continued to stroke Marcella's hair. "What do you wanna do?"

"Well --" Grimm started.

"I'm talking to Marcella, sweetie," Joy replied. "What do you wanna do?"

"I don't really have a choice. Not really." Marcella sounded defeated again. "I'll help you. Just... please don't spank me anymore, okay?"

"I won't," Grimm said. "I promise." He sat down beside his companion and... well, their new companion. He gently stroked her back. "I'm sorry."

"I would have done worse to you," Marcella replied. "I'm sorry."

"You can come with us, if you want -- "

"I already said I would."

"Let me finish." Grimm made a face. Joy returned it. Grimm sighed. "You can come with us, as friends, if you want."

Marcella rolled over and looked up at the bull. "As friends?"

"Yeah," Grimm said. He was smiling. It was a gentle smile -- the same smile, the same side of him, that Joy so loved to see. "Friends. As long as you don't try to suffocate me anymore."

"Deal."

Grimm extended his hand to Marcella. She took it and weakly shook it. "Deal."

"C'mon," Grimm said, looking at Marcella and then Joy.

They made their way to the tent.

Joy was lying flat on her back, resting her head on Grimm's shoulder. The bull had one arm around her, and she felt warm... safe. Her big lover was breathing softly, already fast asleep. So was her newer, smaller lover. Marcella was curled up against Joy, using one breast as a pillow. She'd fallen asleep soon after they'd laid down, exhausted and spent. Joy idly ran one hand through the kangaroo's hair, occasionally leaning down to plant a kiss on her scalp. She kissed Grimm, too, leaning over and kissing his chest. Her lovers. Her friends. Her companions. Joy was content.

It had been a good day.