How could they not?

Tristiana let out a sigh of relaxation, taking in the warm sun’s rays as she laid on her back, all 13 of her tails serving as a fluffy bed for herself. She had never understood why people sunbathed until now, and now she was borderline addicted to it. No thoughts, no stress, just sitting back and enjoying the warmth. Her new ears also made sunbathing quite pleasant, both of the two fox ears on top her head growing massively and turning to the same sandy blonde color her hair and tails took on. They made her hearing incredibly sensitive, but more importantly it helped disperse her body’s heat, allowing her to treat the sandy desert biome as a pleasant place to take a nap. She idly toyed with the collar around her neck, the bell jingling as she chuckled at the thought of the Hero of the Hunt trying to catch her.

“I bet that crazy nutjob is chasing her own tail right now.” Tristiana said to the collar, knowing full well that Verdi could hear her. Nobody was going to run into the desert when there were girls in the jungle biome next to her. Furthermore, with the burrow she had dug, there was no way people could see her as long as she was lying down. She let out a sigh of content, her hiding place nearly undetectable. She had initially panicked when she ended up taking a fennec fox monster core, but now she was quite glad this was the one she received, even if her current appearance was a bit strange.

Her hands had turned to fuzzy paws, the center of them decorated with pink paw pads while her legs had become digitigrade, making moving across the sand far easier than anyone else. She kept her 13 tails, but they had become a sandy blonde color with the tip becoming pitch black. Her arms and legs had fur growing on them that matched her tails, but this fur stopped at her shoulders and knees, making it appear as though she was wearing stockings and some sort of sleeve. Dismissing her current appearance, she continued to lie in the sand without a care in the world. Verdi might be a pervert, but he promised he wouldn't cheat.

“Just make sure not to give her any help this time.” Tristiana said as she felt one of her tails begin moving without her input. She glanced over to see that one of her tails had become sentient, the appendage writing in the sand. Considering he had fused himself to her, he was likely controlling her tail. She watched him write on the ground, half amused by his actions.

“I never did.” Tristiana frowned, trying to understand what he meant. He never helped her during the event? Was he reassuring her? No. She could see the tail Verdi was controlling waving about, as though he were smug. I never did? What did he mean by that? Her face went pale suddenly, piecing together what he meant.

“Wait. Did she track me here on her own!?” She asked in a panic, suddenly realizing what Verdi meant. The hero of the Hunt never needed Verdi’s help to track her down to Olskroya. She found Tristiana wholly on her own. She cursed, remembering that rabid dog of a woman was the hero of the Hunt. At that moment, Tristiana’s new ears twitched, feeling a shift in the air as she heard something in the distance.

“Get her!” A woman’s voice shouted accompanied by a high pitched series of barks.

“... Oh shit.” Tristiana said aloud, leaping from her hole and sprinting away on all fours, her new fennec body giving her greater agility than her kitsune form. Despite that, she saw a small blur speeding towards her, its speed far below one of a trained knight but beyond any normal human. She could hear excited panting as she saw what appeared to be a small wolf boy sprinting towards her, a dopey smile plastered on his face as he ran on all fours like her. His left eye was shut, limiting his vision as he ran with reckless abandon. Despite how small and cute he looked, Tristiana screamed as he pounced on her, his paws outstretched as he latched onto her. Rather than pin her to the ground, he just held onto her shoulders, his weight far too low to actually hold her down.

“Arf!” Verdi barked happily, his tail wagging as Tristiana glanced behind him, her face deathly pale at the sight of a woman with orange and black stripes speeding towards her. She turned and tried sprinting away, only to curse at Verdi still latched onto her back. Holding her down was out of the question, but slowing her down was well within his ability as Fenri pounced on top of the trio, holding Tristiana as Verdi hopped off her and sat on his haunches. Tristiana glared at him, his giddy expression almost mocking. She would have been furious had he not looked so adorable.

“You cheated!” Tristiana shouted, refusing to believe that they could have tracked her to the desert.

“I would never! I tracked you by your scent!” Fenri countered as Tristiana shouted back at her. “Tell her Verdi!’

“Ar-FUCK, SHUT UP MUTT!” He snapped at himself before looking at the duo. “Yeah, she's telling the truth. I didn’t do anything.” Verdi said, wrestling back control from the dog’s instincts as Tristiana glared at him.

“Did you just fucking bark? Are you a fucking dog!?” She asked as Verdi’s tail stopped wagging.

“Wolf! I’m a wolf!” Verdi barked back before growling at her.

“He’s a dog. Wolves are stupid.” Fenri said succinctly, stroking Verdi’s head as he began kicking at the air, only to yelp and hop away from her.

“Wolves are great!” He barked, his tail wagging as the dog monster core in him disagreed with his mouth, overjoyed at Fenri’s appraisal.

“Wolves are big, scary, and cool!” Verdi shouted angrily, stomping his paw at the ground and scattering sand everywhere.

“And dogs are more lovable, more snuggable, and more adorable!” Fenri countered, the long tiger tail waving behind her as she continued to hold Tristiana down like the prey she was. She paused to lick her lips, her claws extended and gently dragging across Tristiana’s skin. Shivers ran down her back as she felt the razor sharp talons graze her skin, the slightest touch enough to break her skin. Despite Verdi’s protests and displeased expression, Fenri made a devilish smirk as she looked at his wagging tail, his body unable to hide how pleased he was to hear her compliment him.

“All three of those things are terribl-STOP THAT YOU FUCKING MUTT!” Verdi said, following Fenri’s eyes to see his wagging tail. Unable to stop it, he angrily chasing it as Fenri grinned at the show with a smile unbefitting the psychotic hero. Tristiana just glared at the pair, idly questioning just how much her fennec monster core was affecting her own personality. Before she could squirm away and hide in the burrow she dug earlier, Fenri suddenly flipped Tristiana over, putting the fennec girl on all fours while her ass was pointed to Verdi. All 13 tails flowed behind her as Verdi’s cocks stiffened, the twin shafts emerging from their sheaths as he licked his lips.

“We wanna talk or do you want to see what happens when you mix a fox with a dog and a tiger?” Fenri asked, her own clit-dick stiffening as the barbs scraped menacingly across Tristina’s face. Tristiana clenched her eyes shut, the musk of Fenri’s clit-dick filling her lungs as she felt wetness build on her loins. She dismissed it as the fickle actions of their monster cores, the pheromones of their bestial species reacting instinctively to each other. Tristiana licked her lips, her mouth feeling dry as the desert as precum gushed from Fenri’s clit-dick. She squeaked as she felt a pair of paws grab ahold of her ass, the claws digging into her skin as she felt two shafts press against her lower holes.

The shape was unlike the fat flared heads Verdi’s normal cocks held, nor did they have the mushroom shaped cap that normal human shafts had. They had a tapered shape that would make entering her a breeze, and she could see the girth was no different from his normal form. A thick, musky smell emanated from them as she felt her body tense up, wetness running down her thighs as her tails waved about, excitedly wrapping around him. Tristiana winced as she felt Verdi’s claws gently run down her legs, his cocks pressed threateningly against her as they gently spread her lower lips. She could feel the heat emanating from them as his precum gushed into her, each drop causing her body to relax as if in anticipation.

“C-can’t you guys give me a head start? Wouldn’t that be more fun?” Tristiana asked as Fenri’s clit-dick throbbed in front of her face, the barbed shaft oozing thick precum as Verdi and Fenri looked to each other. Though neither of them said a word, they both made a devilish grin as they somehow communicated without words. The duo released her and stood side by side, eyeing Tristiana as though she were a hunk of meat. Verdi began to pant as his tail wagged excitedly, watching Fenri cross her arms over her breasts.

“Alright Foxy. You get a 10 minute head start. The event ends in 30 minutes, so if you’re fast, you can avoid us for the entire event.” Fenri said as Verdi’s tail stopped wagging as he pouted, his tail on the ground.

“Ten minutes?” He asked, his cocks remaining stiff as he tried to appear angry. Instead of being intimidated, Tristiana found herself patting him on the head out of instinct at the sight of his adorable expression. “Oi!” He barked as Tristiana yelped and leapt back as Fenri gave a slight nod of approval at Tristiana’s petting of Verdi.

“Don’t worry buddy. I’ll make sure you aren’t bored while we wait.” She said while licking her lips, her tongue far longer than any normal human tongue should be. Getting on her knees, she began kissing his shafts, pausing to lick them while her paws were gently massaging his balls. Verdi let out a sigh of relief, letting Fenri kiss and lick his cocks as he looked to Tristiana.

“9 minutes, 45 seconds now.” He said, waving her away as Tristiana let out a squeak, running on all fours away from them at full speed. As she ran, she couldn’t help but feel fear knowing that they could easily track her down by scent alone. Hiding in the desert was a waste of time. Just when she was ready to give up, she spotted a jungle in the distance, an idea forming in her head. She could wash herself in the river and then use the local plants to conceal her scent.

Entering the jungle, she was suddenly hit with the overpowering scent of flowers in the air accompanied by the smell of something intensely sweet. It was so intense that she could almost taste it, yet it somehow didn’t feel nauseating. If anything, her mind felt calmer the more she inhaled. Hoping to use whatever was in the air to mask her scent, she followed her nose like a bloodhound, something in the back of her mind telling her to keep moving forward. The floral scent was familiar to her somehow, stirring memories she couldn't quite grasp yet appealing at the same time. It was only when she heard her sister’s moaning that she realized something was very wrong.

“Oh no. That bastard really went and did it.” She thought, dreading what she would find. She assumed Verdi had left one of his cores in his monster form to have fun, and expected to see her sister among the many victims of his tendrils. As she walked closer and closer to the source of the scent, she felt an odd happiness in her mind as a strange yellow powder filled the air around her. Instead of coughing, she felt her lungs clear up, the powder somehow acting closer to a narcotic than dust. She knew that it was a trap, yet she felt oddly compelled to continue moving forward to the sound of her sister’s voice. As she drew closer, she could hear a cacophony of moans accompanied by splashing fluid. The sweet scent of nectar intensified as she felt oddly thirsty. Just when she was feeling tired, she felt the ground grow soft beneath her paws as she looked down to find the ground had turned a shade of blue.

Reaching down, she touched the ground and stroked it, noting how soft her surroundings were, the slightest touch giving in like a plush bed. She spotted several silhouettes in the distance, their figures obscured by the thick dust in the air as they used the strange flooring as a bed. She could see a towering jaguar man brutally manhandling a doe-girl, his claws wrapped around her throat as she begged for more. A minotaur had somehow found an erosarkic monster core, his back growing a series of tendrils that he used to violate several catgirls. From a glance, she could tell that they were all attracted to this strange location, the narcotic dust attracting them from across the jungle. Just when she was ready to gather the strength to escape the area, she heard Citrinas’ voice grow louder, her voice muffled by something gagging her mouth.

“Citrinas? Are you there?” Tristiana shouted, continuing to walk across the strange blue floor while her sister’s voice was overshadowed by countless moans and the splashing of water. Just when she was ready to shout out for her sister once more, she yelped as her foot slipped, tumbling into a thick viscous pool. She tasted sweet nectar in her mouth as she tumbled forwards, her entire body drenched in the fluid as she felt something slither across her knees. As she swam up to the surface and looked around, she realized all too late what this was.

The plush flooring that spanned entire city blocks was merely a single petal. The dust in the air was a thick cloud of pollen. The center of the flower was just an endless sea of nectar where countless others were captured, entwined by hundreds of vines that lurked beneath the nectar. No less than a dozen wasp girls were happily licking and stroking the vines as they enjoyed each one thrusting into their holes. Several other monster species were seen enjoying the affections as ursine girls, numerous dragon girls, and several avian girls, each of them happily wrapped up in the tentacles and relishing in the sweet nectar.

Tristiana could see from a single glance that each and every person there was easily powerful enough to break free of the tentacles, yet none showed the slightest interest of escape, instead relishing in the **** fuelled haze of pleasure and debauchery. It was in this den of perversion that she finally saw her sister, the hybridization visibly altering her appearance for more intensely than anyone else as countless wasp girls lavished her with affection, happily enjoying the massive flower that was now a part of Citrinas’ body.

Her once ivory skin and silver hair were now a deep green color that was akin to leaves, while a light blue flower grew on her head like a hair ornament. Like everyone else she was stark naked, exposing her body to the world. Though Tristiana knew Verdi had been making Citrinas’ chest larger with his potions, her sister’s chest was absurd, both her breasts on par with melons capped with dark green nipples. Sweet nectar dribbled from her nipples as a pair of wasp girls lapped at her chest, both women letting out giggles of bliss as they enjoyed a high unlike anything they ever experienced while drinking from Citrinas’ chest. Looking down, Tristiana could see Citrinas’ clit had become something unlike any other living creature.

It had grown a deep shade of red akin to a dog’s pecker and was covered in bumps and nodules that tapered off. Rather than appearing like an animalistic shaft, the closest shape she could compare it to was a pinecone, with the shaft being a series of interwoven layers like scales. It glistened even with the thick pollen obscuring the sunlight, her new cock acting like a sponge that gifted anyone toying with it a thick spout of precum with the slightest touch. No less than 7 wasp girls were entranced by her clit-dick, the group taking turns licking, stroking, and tit fucking it. Yet, as much as Citrinas tried to struggle and escape the group, there was no way for her to do so.

A pleasured whimper escaped Citrinas’ lips as she tried to speak through the countless tentacles in her throat. Her neck bulged obscenely from the 3 green vines in her throat, the trio entering her stomach while half a dozen other tendrils invaded her pussy and asshole, wet squelching filling the air as each tentacle acted autonomously, treating even their master as another seed bed to be toyed with. Her once flat abdomen was distended perversely from her own tentacles as she was filled to her limit. The same could be said for the wasp girls attending to her, each insect girl happily taking the tentacles in their lower holes while they lavished Citrinas’ entire body with their tongues, chests, and hands. Seeing her sister, Citrinas tried to say something, her eyes betraying panic as she tried to point at something, only for her tentacles to wrap around her arms and **** her to jerk them off.

“What are y-EEEK!” Tristiana shouted as she felt several tentacles wrap around her legs. She was quickly lifted into the air, nectar falling in vast splashes as all 13 of her tails flailed about in a panic. As she was bound and held in the air, she could hear footsteps in the distance, the rhythm and tempo familiar to her.

“Aw, look, Princess caught Foxy first.” Fenri said, standing at the edge of the nectar pool as Tristiana felt a pair of tentacles gingerly probing her pussy and ass. She shuddered the second they touched her lower lips, both of them almost rubbing her mockingly. Rather than enter her, the tentacles began groping her, stroking her breasts and even toying with her clit while denying her the slightest penetration. It was almost aggravating as Verdi sat on his haunches, enjoying the show with Fenri. Suddenly, Fenri frowned while looking at Citrinas’ face, seeing how frustrated she looked.

“What’s up with Princess? She looks kinda off.” She asked as Verdi shrugged.”

“Oh, when it came to Citrinas’ body, I couldn’t make her capable of ejaculating, so she’s been edging this entire time.” Verdi explained while lowering his paw and grabbing his cocks, a thick strand of precum falling away as a faint gurgling from his balls were heard. “Buuuuuut, if some kind soul were to fill her up, the tentacles would have something to pump into everyone and she could cum her brains out.” He said as Fenri made a toothy grin at his proposal, her clit-dick swelling to full mast as the barbs stabbed at the air.

“Inventory.” She said, pulling a silver coin from her inventory and holding it up. “Call it! Winner gets to fuck Princess and fill everyone up. Loser fucks Foxy!” Fenri shouted as both sisters looked at them with baffled expressions. They then looked at Verdi and Fenri’s cocks, unsure whether the barbs or the knot would be less painful in them.

“GRK!?” Citrinas asked, still being violated by her own tentacles while Tristiana shouted angrily at them, her new fennec ears twitching from the volume of her own voice.

“Why am I the consolation prize!?” Tristiana asked angrily, forgetting her own situation as the pair played their game.

“Heads!”

“Tails!”

A ting was heard as Fenri flicked the coin into the air. Catching it in her paw, she looked down at it while Verdi cursed, already knowing what the answer was without even looking.

“HAHA! Looks like I’m watering the plants and you’re making puppies!” She said as two tentacles suddenly lurched out of the nectar, making a beeline for the pair. Verdi hopped backwards while Fenri just waited, watching the tentacles shift in the air in front of them. Instead of grabbing her and dragging her to join the other women being defiled, they coiled around themselves, forming two different platforms in front of them. The two of them looked at each other before Fenri let out a sigh.

“You lazy bastard. Didn’t want to hop in and get your fur wet?” She asked, only to see Verdi making a puzzled expression while tilting his head at the sight.

“I didn’t do anything. Only thing I do is make sure is avoid having the tentacles fuck guys and avoid accidentally letting someone drown. Everything else is Citrinas’ subconscious choices.” Verdi whispered as Fenri looked to Citrinas, then to the countless women being defiled by her tentacles. They then looked at Tristiana, eyeing the tentacles holding her in place and spreading her pussy open. Citrinas’ face turned beet red at their judging stares despite not fully hearing Verdi’s explanation, their glares alone causing her embarrassment.

“... I guess Princess isn’t the jealous type.” She said as they stepped onto the platform. As they reached the center of the flower where Citrinas was waiting, Tristiana was dragged to the trio, her legs still spread eagle as the tentacles pressed her close to Verdi’s cocks.

“Wait, wait, wait! You’re going to split me in half with those!” Tristiana shouted, **** to break free of the tendrils holding her in place as Verdi scoffed at her protests.

“It’s the same size as my normal cocks, and you managed to fit Citrinas in you at the same time as Fenri.” Verdi countered before making a devilish grin, looking to Fenri as she returned his expression. Squatting next to him, she opened her mouth and let her tongue loll out, extending long past her chin before it snaked its way to his lower cocks. She gave him several loving licks, making sure he was fully erect before letting her tongue wrap around both his cocks. She gently pressed them together, binding them into one massive shaft held together with her tongue. It was at that moment Tristiana realized what was happening.

There was no warning or fanfare as Verdi grabbed Tristiana’s legs with his paws, pressing his bound cocks against Tristaina’s pussy and entering her. The first few inches he slid in with relative ease, the tapered shape and saliva coating his cocks lubing his passage forwards. Fenri licked at Tristiana’s insides, coaxing out more lube as Tristiana felt a mix of pleasure and pain at her insides spreading open. It was like someone was shoving both their arms into her, yet she somehow derived a masochistic joy from it. Her stomach deformed, showing the outline of Verdi’s cocks underneath her skin as he began to pound away at her cervix, **** to breach it and hilt all 18 inches in her.

“Hey Fenri, Citrinas looks a bit lonely. You should help her out now.” Verdi said as Fenri looked at the hapless archimago. She slowly began retracting her tongue, relishing in Tristiana’s expression as she tried to resist showing her expression of bliss. Her ears twitched while her tails fluttered about, waving at the air as Fenri made sure to tease her g spot and clit while retracting her tongue. Before long, her tongue was back in her mouth as Fenri slowly hopped from the tentacle platform over to Citrinas, watching the wasp girls toy around with her companion.

“Sorry dear, if you’re here for a drink, tap’s taken.” One wasp girl said as Fenri hopped behind Citrinas, watching the tentacles plunge in and out of her in sync with the tentacles fucking the wasp girls. Rather than pull them out, Fenri aimed her clit-dick at Citrinas’ pussy, watching the tentacles writhe about.

“Don’t worry, I’m here to give you all a nice drink.” Fenri said as the tentacles pulled out of Citrinas for another thrust. Acting quickly, Fenri quickly thrusted her clit-dick forwards, sliding into Citrinas alongside the rest of the tentacles. There was a squeak of pleasure as Citrinas felt herself stretch even wider, accepting Fenri’s clit-dick alongside the tentacles. Rather than actively thrust, Fenri let the tentacles move her hips on their own, the barbs getting tangled with the tentacles and forcing her to move. She let out a sigh of bliss, enjoying the sensation before feeling a familiar prodding at her lower lips.

“Someone’s excited.” Fenri said, watching Citrinas’ tentacles gently press against her pussy and ass. Unlike Verdi who had a refined control over his tentacles and would at least have foreplay before entering her, Citrinas’ tentacles plunged into her lips without warning, a familiar jolt of pain hitting her as they passed her cervix and entered her womb. She looked down as her six pack was quickly replaced with a writhing mass of tentacles, Citrinas doing everything in her power to fill Fenri to the limit while she felt the tentacles in her ass make their way through to her stomach.

It was almost painful as Fenri felt Citrinas’ tentacles plunge in and out of her with reckless abandon, each one more interested in their own pleasure than Fenri’s. It was like an endless onslaught, the tendrils eagerly seeking any hole to pleasure themselves. Fenri let out a surprised moan as she felt one of the tendrils probe at her urethra and nipples, stretching them wide open as the warm nectar made its way into her body. She could feel her body tingling as the tendrils probed their way into her holes, each one eager to taste the exotic pleasures as Fenri’s entire body was filled to the brim with the green tendrils. Yet, it was not enough as the tendrils probed at whatever holes they could, stroking her arms and legs to tease themselves and even stroking her tail. Verdi cleared his throat, startling them all as he looked at Citrinas.

“Hey Citrinas, I forgot to mention, but I gave Fenri a few upgrades too.” He said while pointing at Fenri’s head, his finger causing her tiger ears to twitch. “Those tiger ears are just a decoration. Why don’t you go exploring to see what you’ll find in them?” He said as the tentacles holding Fenri seemed to twitch, pointing up at the orange tiger ears resting on Fenri’s head. Tristiana stopped struggling, watching the tentacles point at her ears as if in contemplation. Despite how cryptic he was, Fenri seemed to perk up, almost eager as she looked at Verdi.

“You didn’t.” She said as Verdi nodded, his cocks stiffening inside of Tristiana as if proud of how he had modified their bodies. Tristiana tensed up, feeling Citrinas’ tentacles slither towards her while another pair made their way to Fenri’s head. Tristiana squirmed, feeling them press against her new fennec ears on top of her head, the pair twitching at the warm tendrils as sap dripped into them. As they oozed their way into her ears, she couldn’t help but taste a sweetness in the back of her throat as she felt a pleasant joyful buzz from the core of her body. Citrinas’ eyes glazed over as she fought to hide her curiosity, the aphrodisiac nectar releasing her inhibitions as the tentacles did the impossible.

Two cries joined the symphony of moaning as Fenri and Tristiana were penetrated in a wholly new way, the tendrils slithering into their animal ears. Tristiana could feel it wriggling in her head, the tentacle stretching out passages nobody was meant to enter as she struggled, feeling them plunge deeper and deeper into her. Rather than puncture an eardrum or inflict any damage, she felt only bliss as though someone were teasing her clit the longer the tentacles probed her. The odd discomfort of having her holes stretched or the strange pleasure it brought paled to the thought of just how thoroughly they had modified her body for their pleasure.

She could hear them violating her ears and taste the nectar that dulled her senses. Every inch of her was bound by the tentacles as they groped and stroked at her breasts, her nipples now spurting bouts of thick milk with the slightest touch. Though her clit had slightly recovered from their last bout, it was still swollen, jutting perversely out of her body like a beacon to her degenerate body. Yet, they all paled to the sight of her distended abdomen, Verdi’s cocks sheathed fully within her. He had plunged himself deeper than any man had ever been, his inhuman cocks stretching and reshaping her body in ways she had never imagined. Being used as a toy for her own younger sister while her body was used as a glorified cum rag was the most humiliating thing she felt in her life. She opened her mouth, ready to yell at Verdi and to get him to stop this insanity, yet she could only let out a whorish moan of bliss. Next to her, she could see Fenri was in a similar situation, the stoic hero the picture of bliss as the tentacles thrusted in and out of her ears alongside her other holes. She felt a sting of pain as Verdi pulled his hips back, his dual cocks gouging out her pussy as he toyed with her breasts, milk spraying across his fingers.

“Like them?” He asked, sticking a finger into her right nipple and toying with it as he leaned forward and licked her left breast, the papillae on his tongue stroking her with a hundred tiny feelers as he tasted her milk. He smirked at her, a droplet of her milk on his tongue before he hilted himself back into her, her abdomen bulging out perversely as his balls rested on her ass. “Wasn’t easy giving you guys two new holes. Trying to replace the eardrums with clits was the hard part, but I think I did pretty well. And don’t worry, the tentacles go down your throat.” He said as Fenri began to fuck Citrinas in earnest, her mind a clouded mess as she desired only to fill her partner with cum, completely ignoring Verdi’s explanation.

“T-turn meh bag…”Tristiana whined, her head completely fuzzy as though the tentacles were fucking her brain itself. She could feel the tentacles plunging deeper and deeper into her head, making their way into her throat while Verdi continued to suck and tease her breasts while grinding his dicks deeper into her. As he did so, the moaning women around them grew louder, their perverse show causing Citrinas’ tentacles to go wild on the rest of the women she had restrained.

“You can talk big, but God’s Eye doesn’t lie.” Verdi said, reaching to her nipples and pinching them, a jolt of pain hitting her as she felt a surge of pleasure in the same breath. “You love it when Fenri and I bully you. You’re as excited to be used as your own sister’s fuck toy as she is to **** you.” He continued while Tristiana tried to fight his words. She didn’t enjoy this, she couldn’t enjoy being reduced to her own sister’s breeding toy. Nobody could enjoy such rough sex or being toyed with in public.

“N-no! You’re wrong-GLRK!” Tristiana moaned, feeling her body tense up as she clenched her teeth, feeling something in the back of her throat. At first she believed herself to be going sick, only to feel whatever was in her throat was writhing, as if alive. She clenched her teeth tighter, realizing what it was as Verdi leaned forwards.

“It’s not nice to hold back.” Verdi said, leaning forwards and gently nibbling on her left breast. The jolt of pain as he bit on her nipple accompanied by the pleasure of his tongue entering it was enough as Tristiana instinctively opened her mouth. Rather than a moan escaping her lips, a pair of tentacles shot out, flailing about in the air as if in triumph, traversing Tristiana’s ears and emerging from her mouth.

“GLRK!” Tristiana stuttered out, her mouth occupied as Verdi leaned back to enjoy the show, his cocks stiffening inside her pussy as his knots began swelling. She could feel his thrusting growing more erratic, pussy juice and precum splashing everyone around them as her own climax quickly approached. Nearby she could hear Fenri and Citrinas growing louder, as if compelled to climax at the same time as them. She was on the cusp of bliss, and yet she could see Verdi had another idea brewing in mind, his eye focused on the tendril emerging from her mouth. He pinched her nipples, warm milk gushing forth before sticking his fingers into them and stretching them wide for the world to see.

“Hey Citrinas, I got two holes open for you.” That was all he needed to say as Citrinas and Verdi acted in unison, his knots swelling to their full size while Citrinas’ tentacles carefully eyed her nipples. Tristiana could feel her holes stretching at the immense invaders, her body reshaping to fit them as Verdi and Fenri came. She looked up to see her sister’s stomach had already swelled out obscenely, obscuring Fenri’s clit-dick only to shrink instantly as her body redistributed it to her tentacles. Tristiana’s eyes went wide, watching visible bulges travel down her tentacles, making their way to the countless women Citirnas had strung up. Tristiana eyed the bulges traveling down her lengths, watching them travel down her ears, the pressure in her head building before feeling her jaw hurt as they swelled in her mouth. She struggled, watching them reach her nipples, the tips of the tentacle the only prelude before what felt to be liquid magma surged into her chest. She felt her breasts grow, inflating with cum. She had always been on the more petite side and wished for larger breasts, but this was not how she had imagined it.

Another surge of pressure and pain struck as she felt another gush of seed enter her breasts, swelling them further to F cups. She could see milk and semen leak from her chest as the tentacles continued thrusting, each thrust defiling a milk duct as it mixed her milk with Fenri’s seed. J cups. Her entire body clenched as Citrinas sent another gush of seed into her, her tentacles throbbing like a man’s shaft as every other woman in the area began sporting pregnant looking bellies, her wombs and stomachs rapidly filling with seed. It was that sight that reminded her of the throbbing shafts in her womb.

“Get ready.” He growled as a stabbing pain at her pussy reminded her of his presence. She felt his cocks stiffen in her, his knots nearly breaking her as both his shafts throbbed within her. He let out a grunt as the first torrent of seed surged into her, spraying her womb with untold gallons of white. Tristiana’s mind grew blank as she felt an **** pressure and warmth in the core of her body. She could feel warmth run down her legs, the two shafts stuffed into her pussy allowing some to leak out between the two knots. She could feel her womb filling, yet she couldn’t see it beneath her mountainous chest as another gush of seed caused them to swell further to M cups, leaving her chest more semen than flesh or milk.

She couldn’t think as she felt her womb fill with sperm, gallons upon gallons of seed flooding her insides only to gush between his two knots, the awkward shape keeping her stomach from fully filling out. Despite that, she could feel his seed clinging to her womb, the sheer viscosity keeping it sealed within her body. Had Verdi not been cursed, there was no doubt she’d be carrying his children. She felt his cocks throb, another spout of seed gushing into her womb while Citrinas’ tentacles flexed, another spout of seed pumping into her breasts. She felt her mind go blank as the seed in her finally petered out, her ears no longer picking up the rush of seed gushing through them and merely hearing the tired panting of everyone in the area.

Dozens of girls were gasping for air as they sported pregnant bellies, tentacles weakly thrusting into their pussies and asses to coax the last drops of seed from them. The wasp girls encircling Citrinas were happily floating in the nectar, giggling happy after drinking their fill from their endless nectar spout. Among this bunch was Citrinas and Fenri, the duo the most depraved bodies of the bunch.

The two of them were both filled to the brim with tentacles, the writhing limbs continuing to weakly thrust in and out of them. Their once tight bodies had become swollen with sperm, their bellies jutting out perversely as though they were pregnant. Milk and seed flowed from their stretched out nipples, the duo a well fucked mess as Fenri’s clit-dick remained sheathed in Citrinas, the sheer length bulging out her cum inflated belly ever so slightly. They were both sporting massive breasts the size of watermelons, their nipples plugged with the green tentacles. Tristiana **** herself to think pure thoughts, trying to hide her arousal at the white seed staining Citrinas’ green skin and Fenri’s chocolate skin. There was almost something primal about their cohabitation, being naked in nature and letting their instincts run wild. A bell suddenly rang as everyone went rigid.

Citrinas was the first to react, the massive flower slowly receding back into her body as if she was absorbing it. She moaned, feeling her tentacles pull from their holes as her skin slowly returned back to normal, the color shifting from the right side of her body to the left. Before long, her transformation had reverted, absorbed back into the metal ring that Verdi’s monster core was transformed into.

Tristiana and Fenri both moaned, their own changes reverting as Verdi reverted their transformations. Fenri’s tiger ears receded back into her head, her orange and black hair returning to white while Tristiana’s paws reverted back to a pair of human feet. She felt her tails revert back to their normal kitsune form, forcing her to focus and conceal half of them from the world. Before long, the three of them were back to normal as the rings and collars Verdi transformed himself into fell away from their bodies.

“That was intense.” Fenri said, looking down at their cum inflated bellies with pride, knowing that ti was her climax that filled everyone. Citrinas let out a weak moan, her mind still reeling from the intense pleasure of defiling countless women at once. She winced as a wasp girl leaned forward, giving her a peck on the lips before caressing her cheek.

“Thanks for the fun arch-imago. If you’re ever out east, you’ll have a sweet time at the Hive.” The wasp girl said as the rest of her sisters joined in, kissing Citrinas while stroking her clit-dick, as if waving it goodbye. Just as they finished saying their farewells, a portal formed before them, displaying

“That’s time. Come on, let’s go take a bath.” Verdi said, his dog ears slowly disappearing as he reached to the collar, removing it and fiddling around with it. After a second, he handed Fenri her dog’s monster core back, the hero staring at it before looking at Verdi. She opened her mouth to speak.

“No.” Verdi said, not even giving her a chance to speak.

“I’ll spend every night sucking your cock until I fall asleep.” Fenri said as Verdi scoffed.

“The last time we did that, I was stuck doing laundry all night because you passed out and didn’t store the cum in your inventory!” Verdi snapped angrily, remembering the hell that was cleaning. He’d spent hours in the dead of night scrubbing to clean the semen out the last time he fucked Fenri into unconsciousness in the bedroom.

“Is it over…?” Citrinas grumbled, still dazed as she looked down at her cumflated body.

“Nope! We still have Cowtoberfest! Better empty yourselves out and get ready!” Verdi said, his insane libido undaunted as both sisters groaned, feeling the semen gush from their bodies. It was going to be a LONG week.

Author's note: Sorry I am taking longer to write, planning next arc.