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Archive-title: Rat
                                 I
                                 
  By the twenty-second day since the rat had found Smurfette guiltily
masturbating in the forest and introduced her to the idea of lust, she had
been cast out of her village. The others had not known what to
make of her appearance and demeanor and thought her to be lycanthropic.
Through the constant application of ratty fluids doubled with will, the
skin on her enormous breasts and now curvy body grew palely caucasian
except for the fur on her head, which had by degrees elongated into the
caricature of a mouse's head. Not a rat's -- the rat wanted to continue
dominating her dramatically in size. A forelorn mouse tail followed her
human rear out of her village. The rat had been waiting for her in the
forest. They cohabited a dismal network of rat-dug tunnels furnished with
old furniture and shabby rugs they continually collected from the refuse
piles of other miniature societies. At this instant, the springs in a dusty
sofa were squeaking constantly as the rat worked what was once Smurfette
in a piston-motion on its shaft. She was leaning against the rat's chest,
hugging its back to her and resting her long chin on its shoulder for
support as the intensity of the act caused her to cry out in the rat's
pointy ear. She managed to keep her head somewhat stationary as the rat
held the bottom of her thighs and crotch with huge hands, thumbs at the
top of her legs, and, with thickly muscled arms, pounded her rear onto its
anvil cock. The mouse-head eyes with thick, black, human eyelashes were
squeezed shut, still-human eyebrows furrowed deeply in agony and ecstasy
at the rugged treatment her body was receiving. The rat's eyes were fixed
on the woman's heaving rump as the rat hands pulled the woman's bottom up
to the tip of his member and then smashed the lower half of her body
down again to the base of his rod, where the blonde pubic hair and matted,
dark rat hair were meshed together with lubricational fluid and spent,
off-white rat sperm from two previous orgasms. The woman had not cum.
   The rat thrust its partner upon itself a final time, clenching its
eyes and lifting its own rear up as it shot a third load into the gasping
woman. She had squeezed her eyes yet tighter, gritting her teeth visibly.
Her throat let forth a high-pitched whine that broke off with a squeak
as she felt more sperm fountain high within her being. Her vaginal
walls expanded somewhat around the rat's prick to accomodate the newest
batch and she felt herself bloating, a sensation she'd grown intimately
familiar with. She crinkled her toes in the old pantyhose she'd found,
licking her lips. The rat let loose its grip and she swayed off,
collapsing onto the protesting couch. The rat stood up but she remained
in a heap, the inflamed acres of her breasts heaving with her breath as
she stared steadily up at the rat.
   "Where d'you think you're going? I didn't cum. You always try to
force orgasms on me, but you didn't succeed."
   "What do you want me to do about it? Do you think I AM sperm?"
   "You've never eaten me out. I think you're afraid of me, that way."
The human eyelids sank seductively low and she raised her knees up to
her breasts, showing the thick undersides of her pantyhosed thighs,
fading red marks visible where she had been gripped. Past the top of
torn pantyhose, her crotch and buttocks were hot and red from incessantly
meeting the rat's welcoming lap. "You've let your cock do all the talking
for you. But you haven't completed me today. And I know you want to do
that or it starts to lose its thrill. Give me head or give me death.
And I can't die, so..."
    The rat's wet cock, bobbing with indecision, suddenly rose again like
a curse as the creature purposefully approached the smiling, expectant
female. Her eyes followed the rat's approaching head and her smile
broadened into a strange grin that changed into a sneer with an sharp
intake of breath as she felt the rat's tongue dart straight into her
vagina. Her eyes were shut once again as she experienced the extreme of
intense sexual pleasure that showed no sign of peaking. Or of being able
to peak. The rat had seized her thighs again, from the underside near
her knees, and was pressing them up against her chest once more. The
mouse-headed woman had anticipated toying with her breasts while the
rat did her bidding. Instead, her hands had locked onto the back of the
rat head, urgently pulling it into her crotch as she felt the huge tongue
almost vindictively stimulating her clit. The rat knew she wouldn't be
able to cum. Five minutes passed and the rat had not let up in its
exquisite torture. The woman was making rapid, shallow gasps, beautiful
to the rat's ears. She spoke again, eyes still closed:
   "Stop! Change positions! Let me lie down! I want you on top again."
The rat halted and the woman stood up, fluids trickling down her legs.
She lay down on the floor, putting pillows under her rear and head.
The rat's body covered her again, putting her in shadow from the
flickering light. The rat knelt on the floor, knees to both side of her
head, dangling its balls in front of her eyes, and bent over her crotch,
spreading her legs. The wet tongue in her squashed genitals was driving
her to an increased frenzy. Her hands went to the rat's head again and she
threw her head back and forth. The rat held her rear in place to prevent
her from squirming. She struggled in its grip and opened her eyes, seeing
only the unwieldly form of the fully erect rat penis, perhaps as thick as
her wrist, closer than she'd ever seen it before. The unspeaking sacks of
sperm in the rat's scrotum rested on her head. Faceless, they leered down
while remaining mute, blocking out the sight of her twat being ravaged.
Then she felt a burning jolt in her snatch explode throughout her entire
body. Raising her legs, she crossed them over the rat's head and locked it
in place as her back arched upwards in an awful release of lust. Crushing
the rat's snout into her genitals with her thighs and hands, she screamed
out the sound of satiation from a peak never reached before, a scream of
triumph that the rat had not counted on.
     "I'm free of you." It was the deepest satisfaction the woman had
ever known. Now she felt sore and her lungs hurt, but she was completely
satiated. "You've used me so much, you've made me more like yourself.
I'm not depedent on your sperm any more."
      "Suit yourself," the rat said. "I've been fucking a range of people
every night."
      "So have I. Oh, I wasn't able to climax, but it made things more
satisfying for me when you finally came back in the dark with your big
fucking balls. I like being able to control men. You've fucked women in
their sleep and horny as you made them, even to the point of climax,
they weren't able to wake up while you were there. You've made me a kind
of creature like you that feeds off the lust of others. Men and boys spurt
in their sheets when I'm done with them. I might do women sometime,
if I feel like it. In the dream-world, I can give my body any form I want."
 
       She had encountered other entities in the darkness as well.
Once, as she stank with lust while watching someone masturbate, something
grabbed her legs from behind and raised them off the ground, making her
fall forward so her tits dangled heavily. Thumbs spread her pussy lips
and she glanced back in time to see a bearded goat face about to ram into
her crotch. Then it did, and the black muzzle sank unseen into her fair
buttocks. She gasped hugely at the unexpected hot liquid sensation of a 
savage kiss to her bare twat from the twisting goat head and her body 
lurched. The satyr responded by holding her squirming rear more firmly than
ever against its questing mouth. Its lips continued to minister violent 
affection to the woman's folds with a huge tongue as her body went limp,
giving herself up to the pleasure. The satyr merely increased its 
subjugation of the woman's sexual organs, suckling noisily at an exposed
clitoris. The woman's mouth had grown wide with slack as she absorbed the 
lust of the beast. She tensed momentarily in aching orgasm and felt the 
rush of her juices taken by the beast's tongue. She sighed erotically, 
and, in response, the goat-headed satyr lifted its head, licking its black
lips and making a bleating laugh, as in victory.
     Her rear was lowered somewhat, and she felt a furred midsection
pushing between her parted thighs from behind, making her legs straddle
a waist. An unseen but sizable goat prick, stiff and dripping with need,
parted her folds and secured the entrance to her damp pussy. Before she
could react, the hot prick-head began to force its way deeper. Hands
gripping her thighs pulled her backwards onto the thick banana cock in a 
series of mad lunges amid her constantly surprised gasps at the size of the
invasion. She finally felt a firm wall of rough pubic hair smash against 
her rear and knew the meat was sheathed squarely within her. The male 
genitals ground resoundingly against her rear and clit until a warm wave
of an orgasm washed over her at the insisting motions. She heard a grunt
from behind and felt her thighs tugged back even more as the goat crotch 
strove harder against her own, sending powerful spasms of spicy jizm from 
its sagging balls. She felt the hot jets deep within her, and she squeezed
her cunt muscles forcibly around the satyr's prick to show approval. 
There was an encore.

                              II
                              
   The rat had been telling the truth when implying it didn't need
Smurfette's horny body to empty itself into. Acknowledging nightly
wanderings, the rat had forgone to tell her of its ghostly slithers
through distant ideas. Using that mode of travel called Thought, the
rat had followed burning trails of lust around the foggy darkness of
chance, smelling only familiar emotions until arriving ethereally in what
he later found out was a high school class room. Once the path was well-
established, such places became a prefered smorgasbord. Not because of the
range of receptive females, but for the act of taking from a girl
that which the rat knew would be wantonly given to it, but only flaunted
and denied to all others. Cheerleaders were typically its favorite.
The most arrogant of these the unseen rat, now six feet tall in its
ambivalent phantom form, would glide to in the middle of class. The rat
stood before the individual desks of its intended, allowing through its
stance to meet the girls' gazes with its proferred genitals. The suggestive
odor wafting from the rat, smelled only in the recesses of the girls'
minds, was at the same time musky and infinitely desirable. Only in their
subconscious could they discern the silent fate awaiting them, and they
would absently cross their legs, minds wandering to lustful fantasies
coupled with a strange feeling of anticipation and anxiety, sometimes given
form as they stopped taking notes and began sketching the rat's phallus,
impatiently waiting for the end of the school day. Having implanted the
seed of its odor in their thoughts, the girls were easy to track.
 
    It was now past Midnight on Tuesday morning. The rat made its
appearance by stepping out of a dark closet, floorboards creaking under
the rat's eagerly advancing form. To any not of the same phantom state as
the rat, the room was silent except for the rustling of sheets. Not even
the added noises of the lifted blankets, nor the groan of the mattress at
the added weight of the rat made a sound. To any observer, the bed had not
sunk, the covers not removed to show the compact body of the 4'11"
Japanese cheerleader. The rat wouldn't've known anything about her
nationality. To it, the objects of desire with different skin color were
like a variety of fruit to be eaten.
 
    Some girls were resistant to the rat and these the beast instinctively
left alone, seeking only those whose subconscious had buried a craving he
could grip. Such was the sprawled teen slumbering before it. The rat let
fall its hands on her nightgown-covered breasts, feeling her heat rise
through the fabric. Kneeling over and shedding loose fur that would not be
seen, the rat's breathing grew hoarsely loud and it took a deep breath to
calm itself. It looked at her sleeping golden face, framed by black hair
that was spread out over a pillow. The rat drew its hands with outspread
fingers down her front, regarding her like a pearl it had found in the
opened oyster of her bed. The hands reached her smooth ankles and the edge
of the silken nightgown. Their fingers clutched the bottom hemline, taking
the silk in. The rat pulled the gown up above her breasts in one continuous
movement. Only shadow clothed her body now, except for a pair of panties.
The rat could not distinguish their color in the darkness but moved its
hands now under her smooth buttocks and found the underwear had ridden up
into her crotch. The rat looked again at her breasts, and saw that they
were much larger than it had expected from the indistinct mounds formed by
her sleepwear. His eyes feasted luridly on their fullness, noticing by the
erect nipples she had already become aroused from his returning scent.
The girl's panties, stained with sweat where they had been caught between
her snug buttocks, were tugged off her hips and then down her tawny legs,
and she raised one knee in her sleep. The rat deliberated then, and still
kneeling on the open bed, gathered up her rear in its hands, throwing her
legs over his shoulders and lifting what he wanted to his descending mouth.
If anyone had been watching for the next two minutes, he would have seen a
heavily breathing girl sleeping alone on her back, legs raised beneath
restrainingly heavy blankets that masked a strong, pungent odor. She cried
out once, peculiarly, like the culmination of a song, and faded into sighs
while rolling onto her stomach, then groaning and raising her rear beneath
the blankets, evidently dreaming.
 
    The rat still knelt, back upright, now between the splayed legs of the
girl whose head still rested on a pillow. Holding her rear before its
drooling phallus, the rat admired the smoothness of her hips and the way
they were so offset by the lusciously small folds, normally hidden beneath
black pubic hair. It looked like there was no place for the rat's shaft to
go into, but as if by magic, the rod began to disappear slowly into the
girl's crotch. The rat's hands were pulling her slowly against itself,
feeling its penis being engulfed by something tight and hotly wet.
 
    The girl was dreaming, was dreaming she could not endure an aching
lust, and had encouraged an unclean animal like a goat or donkey to mount
her back. She was standing and felt the underside of the animal against her
back and saw the animal penis, unsheathed and slippery, between her legs.
She hastily guided the organ into her needy snatch while the animal rested
its front legs on her back. The enormous prick had been more difficult to
take than she imagined, and she was holding the animal's forehooves in
place on her shoulders, bending more to allow full access to her guilty
twat. She'd felt friction from the hot shifting stomach against her back
as she pushed her swelling rear against the larger genitals, lowering her
stance to assume a position more natural to the animal as it bucked
lustfully up, into her...
 
    The rat pushed itself again into her rear, feeding the girl the last
inch of its cock. The rodent was holding her by the waist and slid thickly
out, only to plunge all of its member into her and repeat the movement,
brutally striking the sweating girl's buttocks with its groin and pulling
her onto him. The bed was rocking from the action and the rat delighted in
giving the act exaggerated movements, knowing that any sound or furniture
damage would be seen only by one like he.
 
    The girl felt speared on something huge, and it seemed to her she was
a centauress. That was right; she had rejected an enamorous sorceress whom
in retaliation had given her the ability to accept the equine sex, since
she prefered cocks so much over the gentleness of another pussy. She was
being hammered into as if the aggressor were demanding an answer to an
unknown question.
 
    By degrees, the rat's vast body had covered her back until its stinking
breath fell across her neck, meeting the girl's own breath from her parted
lips. The rat's warmth caused her to drip with sweat as the rat cupped her
ponderous but fluid breasts from behind, feeling them overflow in his
fingers. Her arms were limp and each shove pushed her head deeper into the
pillow. The girl gasped, calling out again as another orgasm shook her and
melted her clit. Extra lubrication in her snatch eased the motion of the
rat's prick and with a jerk, the rat unexpectedly exploded into the girl.
It gripped her slippery boobs tightly, pulling her upper body against its
front and lifting her into an upright position. The rat's seed was
continually pulsing into her and she squealed, moaning with shut eyes at
the events in her dream. The rat refused to let her go, rubbing the swollen
areolas around each nipple with his thumbs as they both knelt upright, the
fur on the front of the rat's body now damp from absorbing the sweat off
the girl's back. She remained on the rat's lap, the darkly furred mass
enclosing her in its arms, seeming ready to somehow absorb the girl as if
they were two primitive microcosms. The rat's slippery messenger of lust
continued to throb in her lesser vagina. Strands of her black hair were
damp with sweat from her forehead. The rat licked the perspiration off her
cheek and with a gyration squeezed the last of his offering into the girl.
It then pushed her off his deflating penis with difficulty and wiped his
member on the sheets. The rat knew its own  sperm would not be seen or felt
when the girl woke up but had no idea how much of the wetness was due to
her horniness.
 
   In the morning, the disheveled cheerleader had quickly showered and
insisted on doing her own laundry before school started.

                               III
 
   Perhaps annoyed at not being able to awaken her to its presence, the rat
had been making extraordinarily rampant use of the sleeping cheerleader's
body. Doubled with the fact that the rat had started to limit itself to
taking the girl only on weekends so as not to endanger her health, the rat
more than compensated by forcing the girl through night-long frenzies of
lust. The sex burned red dreams into her mind without disturbing her real
body or clothes, leaving her at dawn in a layer of perspiration, her
nipples prominantly visible through dampened silk. Although the rat
pulled off the girl's underwear before engaging, he was a phantasm and
could only remove a dream copy of them. Her real panties were always laid
to hot waste, the fabric between her legs growing progressively damper
through the course of the evening while the part of her underwear that
covered hot buttocks was stained with sweat; she finally stopped wearing
panties altogether at night.
 
  The rat was not the only thing interested in the stoutly voluptuous meal.
Almost always, unknown to the rodent, the performance would be watched by
both the rat's former partner and a satyr while they ground themselves
together. In the darkness, the woman was habitually mounted by what
amounted in appearance to an enormous bipedal goat, covered with coal
black fur and equipped with human forearms and hands. Their eyes went to
the interplay between rat and human until the satyr's recipient began to
concentrate more on her own predicament, and her eyes would watch the
muscles ripple through the fur of the jerking chest above her. The black
haired girl within the room remained targeted in contrast by the satyr.
By degrees its weird goat eyes began to glow with an unextinguishable
redness that bathed the air before them like twin heat lamps, drowning out
any dim light source so that the black silhouette of the fucking goat and
woman became meshed with the surrounding dimness until only the goat head
remained, faintly visible with its curving horns and bathed from molten 
eyes in a dire red glow that could only be caused by elemental lust.
 
    Angrily, the satyr shortened their voyeuristic screw by tripling its
intensity. The thick hindquarters of a goat smashed their weight into the
smooth form of a woman beneath until her heavy breathing broke into a moan
of release. After a moment, the woman's panting subsided.
The satyr's black lips formed gruff-sounding, deep-toned words.
    "You done?" the goat head managed to articulate.
 
    The woman nodded yes, and the male form pushed itself off. Its black
cock began to emerge from the hot nest, slowly because it was as hard as
ever and held in a vacuum grip until released regretfully with a slurping
sound. It was still obscenely unsheathed and stinking since the satyr had
not wished to subside its lust with a climax. The woman absently stumbled
off, at first unsteady on her naked feet. The satyr continued to glare at
the cheerleader and the way the rat's avarice drove it to possess her until
morning, when the satyr too had to leave and attempt sleep. The next night
was to hold Monday's morning, and the satyr knew the rat would not be with
the girl. The satyr would succeed where the rat could not. Its cock
remained hard throughout the day, anxious semen dripping down its length
as the satyr's eyes seemed to bore twin holes in the rocky wall of its
lair, its mind remaining locked on its objective.
 
  The last ray of sunlight vanished from the highest cloud, leaving only
an ambient light that died too, highlighting the one thing the sun's light
remained visible on: The crescent shape of the moon. With the mechanical
look of something long anticipated, the satyr stood upright from where it
had impatiently sat. It glided through the darkness until coming to rest
outside the girl's second-storey room. The glass window was shut and the
curtains drawn. Orange light from an electric lamp sifted through curtain
fabric. Then they were vanished to the satyr's vision and the window not
present to the hearing of its pointy ears. The door to the girl's room was
locked and she was alone on her bed, sheets still in place.
 
   Her nightgown lay near a pile of clothing but she still wore a blue tank
top. She was lying very much awake on her back, legs spread and doubled up
towards her breasts in an attempted copulation with a teddy bear. It was
larger than herself. Her bare heels were against the artifically furred
rear, but her hands actively gripped the stuffed animal's rear while
grinding it between her legs. Her shut eyes said her thoughts wandered.
The satyr glanced elsewhere and saw that she was alone in the house. It
walked through the wall on cloven hooves and stood next to the bed, now
fearfully solid to the conscious girl. Her eyes remained shut and the satyr
inhaled deeply of the girl's scent, swelling its massive chest.
The Oriental cheerleader came to smell the alien lust of the satyr, and her
eyes opened. She saw everything about the beast in a single glance and a
kind of understanding narrowed her eyes. She withdrew the teddy bear and
clamped her thighs together, but not before the satyr was able to see her
swollen pussy unoccupied for the first time.
 
    "I...want you to leave," she wavered in a shaky voice.
    "No, you don't." The satyr's smouldering eyes were leveled steadily
at her. "You never wanted the rat to leave, did you. You only wished that
you were awake to share in the experience instead of only remembering
erotic dreams that fed your fantasies." The goat eyes, starting to glow
again, darted meaningfully to the used teddy bear. The satyr's hands moved
to its insurmountable cock. Gleaming with anticipation, the tool was the
largest furless area on the satyr's body, naked and smooth when restless
and unsheathed as it was now. As if mesmerised, the girl's eyes fell
heavily to the satisfaction offered her. To be wanted by so many hunks of
masculinity whose relationship with her would never be discovered, leaving
her reputation spotless appealed immediately to the teen's hungry twat,
and yet it was so lower than she was, like an animal...
 
    "You want this, don't you!" The satyr lolled its semen-covered black
pole with its hand, bending the length of it and then allowing its cock to
bob throbbingly back into an upright position. The girl's dark eyes
wandered from the odourous crotch from which hung fist-sized sacks of male
element to the hot mushroom tip of the satyr's blind and hungry phallus,
crossing a distance of thirteen unwisely thick inches. And yet she was
unable to move her gaze, torn between disgust and an animal longing to have
all that power sink into her snatch.
 
    "You'd like to possess all this in your cunt, wouldn't you!"
The satyr's rough hand encircled the jutting penis at its coarsely-haired
base, sliding up its serpentine length until gripping the shaft directly
behind the head and squeezing it, forcing the girl to watch as its tissue
expanded again, larger than ever. Her only response was to breathe heavier,
causing her oversized breasts to rise and fall pronouncedly within her tank
top. Her golden legs, clamped together at the first sight of the satyr,
began to fall apart unwillingly.
 
   "No...." she moaned, her gaze never faltering.
   "You want all this to sink into your cunt." The satyr seemed to grind
the words out in an accusing and superior tone. "You want to know what it
feels like to have a huge cock erupt inside you." One of its hands squeezed
the shaft again and semen oozed out.
 
    "Yesssss..." She whispered her admission to the satyr, which continued
to massage its member. "Yes! Please! Fuck me with that thing! Fuck me with
that cock!" Her breathing grew erratic, her expression pained and
wide-eyed. That was enough for the satyr. With two strides of its goat
legs, it crossed the floor and climbed onto the bed, bringing its stench
between the parting legs of the girl. The satyr saw how wet the dark-lipped
cunt had become, and his eyes gleamed menacingly. The girl whimpered
meaningless sounds as the satyr tore the blue tank top off the girl,
letting her enormous breasts fall onto her stomach with a fleshy plop.
   
     The girl's eyes were transfixed with the thing she was about to be
fucked with, and her mouth looked as if it were trying to say something
unspeakable. Then the satyr held its phallus, rubbing her pussy lips with
the semen from the aggressive prick head. The girl's body was tense except
for her defenseless breasts, remaining softly lax.
 
   She bit her lip at feeling the rod go between her inner cunt lips. 
It was unnecessarily lubricating the way even more with semen. The satyr
held her biceps pinned to the bed, glaring at her shut eyes and letting 
his weight bring about their joining together at the genitals.
In a single sinking motion that lasted thirty seconds, the girl's cunt had
been made to swallow up to its base the living goat prick, the ultimate
extension of the darkly lustful creature that leered down at her.
The satyr's balls, loose as always, lay upon the girl's skin below her
greed-driven vagina. The satyr wasn't even moving and the girl, much
shorter, was gasping heavily into the satyr's chest, overwhelmed at feeling
the expansive throbbing of the satyr in her body.
 
     With a slow but determined motion, the beast began to leisurely pump
its eager goat meat into her pinned form. The girl blushed violently at
feeling her lust consume her like the satyr's hands, removed from her arms,
were consuming the shape of her buttocks, holding her to its moving crotch.
 
     Each time the satyr buried itself, the girl would make a sound as if
each invasive thrust by that cock was a statement of some kind, made by the
animalism of the satyr. 
    "OH? OhhhH? OohhHH? OhhH?" She was squealing it mindlessly with each
exhalation of her breath. It was impossible for her to stop. She had
subconsciously synchronized her breathing with the long plunges of the
dominating prick, and she inhaled a squeak at each withdrawal.
Each manuever meant about four seconds of continuous motion in one
direction against her overwhelmed clitoris until the satyr remained buried
within her, its black furred hindquarters begining to grind now to insure
the girl climaxed first. Thick black pubic hair on the satyr scraped
against the girl's sensitive crotch and her own pubic hair. The satyr's
pelvic bone directly above the sticky base of its penis mashed against the
girl's hapless clit until her squeaks became outright cries of pleasure
accompanied by the girl's frantic groping of the satyr's rump, bent on
feeling everything there was to feel.
 
     Satisfied that she would be forced to orgasm within a few more
strokes, the satyr began to concentrate on its own pleasure, bucking
wildly into the girl and ignoring a teddy bear that his rocking caused to
fall off the bed. As the stuffed animal landed on the carpet, the girl's
naked body began to be racked by an immense orgasm. Her perspiring face 
and shoulders were still visible under the satyr's jerking chest, but the
tips of her breasts were barely managing to peek out from the top of
the satyr's stomach. Seeing her form contorting wantonly in a climax was
enough to bring the satyr over the edge and it came, heaving against her
and sinking its fingers into her warm buttocks. The goat head grunted 
loudly with pleasure, reveling in the explosion of its sperm being pumped
into the teen even as it flattened the cheerleader with its repulsive 
weight. The girl's vocalized climax turned into a surprised gasp of 
revulsion at feeling hot, inhuman jizm shoot out of the buried cock and 
impact against the core of her dominated vagina. Then Again. And again.
And again. Coarse fingers were splayed across her buttocks, holding her
genitals tightly against the sexual onslaught. The heavy goat stomach,
yielding at first but then smothering, squashed the girl's sweating
breasts and smeared them with sweat of its own. The stinking mass above 
sank onto her delicately inflamed brownish nipples and her 
disproportionately large boobs filled out to the sides until they, like 
the girl's head, disappeared beneath the grunting creature. Her face was 
turned to the side, ignoring in her climax the satyr's hot underbelly
smashing against her cheek, her own orgasm heightened by the loudness of
the satyr's bellow of pleasure at feeling smothered tits and breasts 
slipping wetly under his encompassing stomach. His cock was still erupting
into its captive vagina and befouling it with sperm as the twat befouled 
itself, lowered to the satyr's level by primitively thanking the satyr's
cock with a series of uncontrollable, yet sickeningly pleasurable orgasmic
contractions that actually milked the still-ejaculating giant goat phallus
for more sperm.It was supposed to be an act to help ensure reproduction. 
Instead, her body was anxiously coaxing a hot torrent of a creature's
revoltingly base sperm to find haven in her sweating body.
 
    Just below the violent actions of the prick lay the unnaturally large
scrotum, resting with seeming indifference against the heaving cheerleader.
Like her breasts, the sacks seemed inoffensively unmuscular, but their
purpose was obvious to anyone. Sperm overflowed from the gagging cunt,
trickling down still-held buttocks to the bed cover. Everything that had
been delicate about the girl seemed to be overpowered by the act of their
coupling.
 
    The satyr had finished and lifted its weight from the girl, finding
her gasping for breath. Her breasts, sore and red, were covered with a 
layer of indistinguishable perspiration from the satyr and herself. 
Although she felt peculiarly satisfied, her vagina ached; and her whole
body stank from lustful contact with the creature. The satyr's spent member
resembled a gigantic black slug as it was withdrawn from the girl's twat,
and she clasped a hand between her legs to keep the sperm from dripping all
over her bed. Wordlessly, the being departed and the cheerleader went
naked through the house to wash the stink away in a bathtub. 
   
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