One more ass to feed

You look at the curves protruding from the tunic. There's no denying it - that ass was made to be mounted. It should continue to be so. Able Master chimes in:

“She has a sterling reputation in the cosmos as a very talented guide. She can help us find stuff.” His tail flicks.

You look up at his long horse face. He continues.

“Her name is Deedra. Come on man, Butt-fuck isn’t even a clever nickname.”

You smile. Butt-fuck will be joining you on your adventure.

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Leaving Gobknobbler to take care of the stables, you set off (She seemed very happy that you were leaving).

With Deedra riding Able Master, the three of you make progress on the trail, as it winds its way beside the massive wall to the right of you. Walkways, forests, ponds and streams emerge in your vision, as well as curious looking arches and odd-shaped buildings in the distance. Birds of unknown origin circle overhead, as well as four-legged creatures bounding through the woods.

Alright. Alright. You weren’t some kind of animal expert before – these animals could have existed on the planet earth, you have absolutely no fucking clue if they were real or not. Maybe you should have watched a nature documentary between all those pornos.

Despite your incessant need to bury your man meat in Deedra’s little pink butthole for the last 7 days, you find yourself opening to the idea you may actually talk formally to your butt-**** as the two of you make your way to parts unknown. Your solid inability to communicate with women, painfully ever-present in the previous life, is on full display as the poor woman repeatedly attempts to communicate with the buffoon before her.

Luckily, Able Master is a silver-tongued friend, and laughter is never too far away from the awkward pauses created by your strange conversation choices.

“Hahaha, can we both agree that David is a perverse, gross individual! This shit is really fucked up. What the fuck haha NEIIIGHHHHH.”

Between the horse and the immortal beauty, much is discussed about the current state of the infinitum porta, which is the plane of existence you are currently exploring. You learn something accidentally when you overhear that the infinitum porta is an infinite, gated community. Stretching for a length undefined, it contains places, countries, and mini worlds full of different races and beings. There is only one thing consistently found across all realms of the infinitum porta:

The lack of men. Generally viewed as disgusting apes unworthy of even the most basic attention, human males do not belong here, and have not for thousands of years.

“Haha! Nice!” You throw back your head in laughter.

If there is one thing you are good at, it’s grossing people out. No need to defy expectations - this should be a cake walk!

As the hours pass, you talk more and more with Deedra about her past hundred years. Although they appeared to have just been lowly stable helpers, her job at the gate of the infinitum porta signaled her importance and capabilities as a greeter to the central figures entering this world. Her initial guidance helped to establish entire civilizations within these walls, and her blue eyes had seen the smiling faces of trillions of beautiful creatures.

That afternoon you forget all of these esteemed accomplishments as she prepares her bed around your camp. Grabbing her arm and bending her over a nearby log, you forget to spit on your dry, stiff cock as you shove it between her two fat ass cheeks.

Hey. A good night’s rest is always easy after butt-fucking Deedra.

On the other side of the camp trying to sleep, Able Master tries not to listen to the wet smack of your balls against her pussy as you drive deeper inside of the petite blonde’s ass.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

The wood cracks as you rock the uneven log you hastily shoved your blonde fuck-**** over.

“PLEASE! DADDY! HARDER! MAKE IT HURT MORE!”

Encouraged by her surprisingly enthusiastic cries, within minutes you shoot a load of cum straight into her guts.