Chapter Six

“Party. Of. The. Fucking. Century.” Jay grunted, blowing his fifth–or was it his sixth–steamy wad into the unbelievably curvy Fae’s insatiable snatch. “Shit, that fairy booty is slappin’. You’re hotter than a stolen jalapeno and gonna drain me dry.”

“More… moooore~!”

Prilla leaned naked over the toilet, pretty face pressed awkwardly into the bathroom wall, with her stupendous pale breasts balanced on the cistern. She didn’t seem to mind though, if the twerking of her superbly thicc rump on his huge unwilting boner was any indication.

The azure-haired skank was a sex machine. No matter how hard or rough Jay took her, she squealed and begged for more…

“Moooore~!”

It almost sounded like the lowing of a cow—a lonely heifer in heat. With fat haunches and immense udders like hers, the comparison wasn’t unreasonable. Her imminently breedable, fertile figure was a red flag waving for the bull raging within the tireless jock’s spirit.

Prilla’s tattered schoolgirl clothing lay in a sodden pile on the floor behind them, and the sounds of the party-turned-orgy below had only increased in tempo and volume.

“Really, Bae?” He laughed, reaching around her lush hip to pat the sloshing paunch that had been a smooth belly. “A couple of pints worth still isn’t enough for you? Fine. Fine. I’ve got plenty more.”

“Moo-mooore~...”

Wiping his brow, Jay got back to work, trying to nail the horny Fae to the wall. His father always said a job well done was its own reward, though the old man might have… opinions if he could see his son now.

It was a trial of stamina, hours of relentlessly rutting the magical skank. Prilla’s pussy felt amazing. Soft and welcoming, but it also coiled around his rampaging rod each time she tensed in muscle-spasming orgasm, and those were coming fast and frequently.

Any time the towering senior needed a break to knock back the dregs of his beer or shake off some fatigue, she would moan in protest and take over, mashing her shaking toosh back into him with a **** fervor.

The glorious heft of her fecund body nearly tripped him the first time she played the power-bottom move.

The small space was a hothouse. The mirror and glass window fogged over, and the tiled floor submerged under an inch of pungent fluids. The stink of sex was thick enough to taste, and everywhere their spraying juices landed took on a golden sparkle.

“Mooore~... Prilla needs moooore!” The azure-haired bimbo keened. Perspiration beaded her flawless alabaster flesh, making it glow with an ethereal quality. “Can’t stop. Never stop. Want moooo–”

Her blissful wail was cut short when the door slammed open, and Dale strode in. He was pantless, only wearing a stained white button-down, with a very familiar Fae tucked under a brawny arm, happily stroking his jutting fuckpole.

“Jay, there you are–ugh! What the hell is this mess all over the floor?”

“Oh hey. Sorry about that, bruh. This sexy bih’s a real gusher. I’ll get a pledge to clean it up later.” Jay slowed his pounding pace in confusion. Prilla whined, glancing over her shoulder, grinding her fat ass against him. “Wait… is that… what’s going on here?”

The violet-eyed coed affixed to the chapter president’s cock had blue hair and a naked body sculpted for sin. Sensational curves docked into Dale’s side as she lovingly coaxed a creamy eruption out of him to splash into the deepening pool around their feet.

Prilla’s stare locked on that girthy foot of solid manmeat, and drool dripped from her full, sagging lips.

“Turns out there was a bit of a mix-up. Unstable magic interactions combined with unpredictable outside influences. You don’t know the half of it, dude.” Dale griped, squelching through the muck. “I don’t completely understand it myself. But, apparently, that is actually Heather and this hot little firecracker is the changeling she’s been torturing.”

He waved his hand, indicating the two nearly identical beauties, with a careless shrug. “Personally, I prefer the one with me, but you are technically screwing my girl, bro.”

“Hey, you fucked a Fae!” Jay exclaimed, holding one finger to his nose and pointing another at Dale. “It’s double jeopardy. You can’t rat me out to the brotherhood without implicating yourself.”

“That’s not how that works, dumbass. Now, move out of the way. You can rail her bitch mouth while Prilla guides me into her sloppy snatch. I’ve got a score to settle with this uptight cunt before campus security arrives to shut this party down.”

“It’s the party of the fucking century, Bruh!”

“Is that what you want, Sweetie?” The buxom fairy at Dale’s side giggled drunkenly, lining him up with Heather’s soaking pink slit. “Gosh, these fraternity mixers are more exciting than I expected. They remind me of the solstice celebrations back home.”

“He-Heather… me? Nooo… can’t be.” The cum-addled fuckdoll groaned. “Stupid Prilla slut needs big yummy cock to make lotsa Fae babies. Want moooore~!”

“That’s enough out of you, Bae. Never liked the way you spoke down to me either.” Jay scolded, dragging her off the toilet and shoving her slobbering mouth down his throat-stuffing length. “If you don’t have anything nice to say, then you can suck a dick instead.”

Heather gleefully slurped and gurgled, shuddering with soulful pleasure when Dale pushed into her from behind—delighted to be stuffed full to bursting from both ends.

“Like I said, I prefer the original Prilla. She’s a lot more fun and can magically transform into anybody.” Dale grunted, plowing the sorority queen with punishing thrusts. “It’s basically a superpower. Who wouldn’t want to bang a girl like that?”

Prilla beamed and preened at the compliment, pressing further into his side to steal a kiss. “Aaaw! Thanks, Sweetie. That’s the nicest thing a guy has ever said to me. Want me to look like your nasty whore again while you fuck her?”

Fin glanced out his crumby dorm room window as two campus security vehicles raced past, orange lightbars flashing, headed for fraternity row.

It wasn’t his fault if customers didn’t ask more questions about the product before purchasing, he considered, returning to counting out the stack of cash. He had problems of his own to worry about–like tuition fees, paying rent, and occasionally affording groceries.

A frat party getting out of hand was nothing new. Especially since everyone involved would return to normal after a day at most with a crazy college experience they would never forget.

Memories of the night they cut loose and boinked like porn stars wouldn’t fade nearly so fast as the mysterious changes to their young bodies.

Campus security would be all over it like fleas on a dog's balls before long, and Fin was nowhere near the action. He was careful and meticulous. Never gave his full name and cleared the chat log in his messenger app immediately after leaving Beta Theta Fi with those over-privileged douchebags' money.

There was no way to trace anything back to him, his crappy shoebox of a dorm room, or the secret which could see him expelled from Madison U and possibly arrested.

“Finley, my hero, I can feel you fretting. Come back to bed and allow me to soothe away those pesky concerns.” A soft voice murmured, gentler than the rustle of a breeze through forest leaves. “You rescued this lost damsel from a tragic end, and she would reward your valor… again.”

The scent of tropical blossoms tickled Fin’s nostrils, calming his anxiety and warming his blood simultaneously. He turned to gaze upon Aurelia, stretched out like a vision of celestial beauty on his old box mattress.

Her voluminous hair was a brilliant curtain of liquid sunshine falling in luxurious curls over a heaven-sent body wrapped in wispy midnight lingerie. Long bronzed legs led up to firm round hips, a narrow waist, and heavy, overripe breasts that begged to be caressed.

Most captivating of all were her radiant crystalline eyes, shining like tiny sapphire novas in her majestic Elysian face. It was a face that would haunt men's dreams. Exquisitely symmetrical with high cheekbones, a regal nose, an angular jaw, and pouty rosebud lips, it created an enchanting visage that could stop air traffic.

If her supernatural perfection wasn’t enough to verify Aurelia as a Fae, then the buds and shoots blooming into a verdant flower crown above her noble brow certainly gave it away.

As did the wafts of golden pollen settling onto the rumpled bed sheets around her in a glittering dust-like layer.

It was a sure sign of arousal. Fin tried to control the surge of blood to his groin.

“Actually, we did really well today.” He tapped the silver billfold meaningfully. “This should cover expenses for the next few weeks, so we can lay low for a while.”

“I do not understand these mortal matters.” Aurelia purred, beckoning the scrawny freshman closer with graceful hand gestures. “My garden wilts without your nurturing seed. If you wish to lay, then lay with me. Nourish my soil. Let this grateful maiden of the forest tend to her stalwart protector.”

The floral aroma intensified–a tropical paradise after the rain–and Fin found himself drawn into her adoring embrace. There wasn’t any reason to resist. Aurelia was blinding in her magnificence, a peerless, doting lover and wholly devoted to him.

The extra pollen they created together was simply an added bonus and would go towards serving the increasing demand for the trendiest new party **** hitting Madison U…

Finley’s special Do-Me Dust.

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