Rush into the doorway like a mentally challenged person at a carnival!

You stumble over the patio and through the wide doorway like a drunkard falling off his front porch. Straw greets your feet, along with a row of cells meant for horses. Arms flailing about, you reach for the nearest handrail, grabbing onto the closest thing available.

Expecting a hard, cold object, your hand instead finds a large fleshy orb.

What are the chances it’s a titty?

Pretty damn good.

“EEEEEKKKKK!” a woman erupts as you roughly hold a fistful of one of her knockers.

Your eyes snap open, giving your first real visceral awareness since you examined the pussy of the angel you were face fucking about 2-3 pages ago.

The stable is long and full of horses, but the only thing that matters are the three pairs of eyes, two sets blue and one brown, staring at you as you maintain your hold on their friend’s tit. There is a redhead, a brunette and a blonde dressed in white tunics, with olive branches decorating their flowing, perfect hair. Their bodies appear as if they are in early adulthood, but their posture reveals that of ancient wisdom.

“Is that…. Is that a… MAN?” spits out the curly haired blonde with wide hips. Blue eyes and pencil thin eyebrows stare in confusion above a cute button nose.

“But, it’s been …. millenniums! This can’t be possible!” The quick response from the brunette shows she is the most mentally agile of the three, with olive skin and dark brown eyes. A larger nose does not diminish her beautiful features.

“Uh… I’m a, I’m a millennial.” You stutter to yourself, incorrectly recognizing a word you associated with during your brief human life.

Standing directly in front of you with a look of shock and disgust on her face is a beautiful, buxomly gifted redhead who stands taller than both you and her two friends (She is maybe 5’10, being a couple inches taller than you).

You meet the redhead’s glare. She moves her blue eyes down to your hand that is on her chest, as if to suggest what you must do (cough cough, like, maybe move your hand).

“Excuse me sir, but you may not touch the stable assistants, for this behavior is not allowed at the infinitum porta.” She states strongly. Her lip quivers, betraying another feeling, hidden in her subconscious.

None of this matters to you. Your body needs release or else you are going to explode.

The room is frozen in this moment, awaiting your decision.