Monster's Curse: Another Choice
Chapter 18
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Tame made up his mind. He needed to be fast—while her back was still turned—to grab the rolling pin and knock the mare cold. If he was going to go back to town with his reputation as a monster tamer intact, he needed to bag one, and why not bring home something nice to look at while he was at. He dived to the side and grabbed the wooden handle of the long, tapered rolling pin. It was heavier than he expected, slightly sticky, and made a dull clacking noise when he yanked it off the countertop. Tame rounded back on the creature, raising the rolling pin in both hands over his head, to strike.
Pinkie looked up at the sound, leaning back and away from the oven, the baking pan in her hand covered with steaming fresh cookies. Her eyes widened in surprise for a split second before she glanced up at the pin in his hands and broke into a wide grin. “Oooh! I thought you were hungry! Guess it was the other ‘H’ word, huh?”
She giggled, setting the cookie pan on the counter next to her. “You shoulda said so, big guy!” Pinkie tugged her apron up and over her head, knocking her chef’s hat off in the process and tossed it to the side. Her curves fully on display, she leered suggestively at Tame and crooked a finger at him. “C’mere and feed mama.”
Tame froze in place, a half-step forward in his attack, surprised by the mare’s reaction. When she tossed her apron aside, his eyes couldn’t help but track the way her insanely ample breasts bounced and swayed. Each one had to be bigger than his head—and despite their size—sat high on Pinkie’s chest with only a little bit of sag. The areolas were a darker purple than the rest of her coat, puffy and as wide as his palms, topped with little button shaped nipples. Below her breasts, Pinkie’s belly stuck out a little and flowed seamlessly into the widest hips Tame could recall ogling.
“Uh...what?” Tame rocked back on his hooves. “I’m...I’m honestly lost here. I was going to…” He lowered his arms and the rolling pin. When he looked at it again, its odd smooth tapered shape and sticky feeling suddenly made a different sort of sense. “Oh…ooooh!” Tame gingerly set the wooden implement on the counter and wiped his palms against his pants.
“Yeah, let’s leave that out for now, I’m hungry for the real thing anyway.” Pinkie swiped one of the steaming fresh cookies from the pan and took a bite of it. “Well...hungry for chocolate chips and dick!”
Pinkie crunched the remaining half of her cookie between her teeth, stepping up to Tame. She smiled and grabbed his stiffening cock through his pants. She leaned in close to him, her voice getting quieter. “You ready to party?”
Tame felt himself jump under Pinkie’s hand. The little massage she was giving him felt wonderful, but the increasing tightness of his coarse clothing bothered him. “Pinkie, I was born ready to party. Let me just get out of these clothes and I’ll show you mine, since you’ve already shown me yours.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet, handsome stranger!” The mare laughed again, grabbing Tame’s hands and pulled his shirt from his trousers herself. Her deft hands popped the button at his waist, unzipping him just enough to pull his cock out. She took him in her hand, giving it a squeeze and pump before she engulfed it. With a single bob of her head, she took him to the root, her hand moving to fondle his balls.
Tame grunted, his head falling back and he relaxed against the counter under Pinkie’s expert attention. “Oh Faust, that’s the spot…” He closed his eyes in bliss when his erection reached the back of Pinkie’s throat. Her tongue was all over the place, licking and gliding over the glands and along the underside of him. His eyes fluttered open a moment later when he felt her tongue wrap around his base and then tickle around his tip at the same time.
“W-wait, what?” Tame’s eyes snapped open. She has two tongues? He leaned forward, looking down at the mare on her knees in front of him. Her wide hips flowed seamlessly into that odd reptilian tail, the tip flicking back and forth happily. “Oh yeah...monster girrrrRRRaaaahhh!”
His hips shook under the mind-numbing sensation of one of the tongues stroking the length of his cock, while a second one teased at the head, and a third tongue snaked out of Pinkie’s mouth to run over his balls. On top of that, she was somehow maintaining a steady level of suction. It was like getting a handjob and getting blown at the same time. Tame gripped the edge of the counter tighter, his knuckles popping under the pressure, when all of a sudden Pinkie pulled back off of him.
Pinkie grabbed Tame’s sides, sliding her body up his until she’d enveloped his dick in her cleavage. She gave the tip a quick lick before it fully disappeared between her breasts, and smiled up at him. “Mmmm...that’s just what the hungry Pinkie called for! What’d’ya say to doing that everyday? I don’t know why you’re here, but it can’t be as fun as a Pinkie Pie Party for Two, huh?” She giggled, pressing her massive tits together to tug at his member.
“Oh god…ugh!” It was the last straw for Tame and he exploded, spilling his seed and matting Pinkie’s coat. He bit his lip as shot after thick ropey shot of semen pumped out onto her chest. “D-do this ev-everyday?”
Pinkie nodded, pressing and rubbing her huge breasts together to spread the semen around. The look on her face stuck somewhere between ‘seductive’ and ‘amused at the sight of her own cream covered mounds.’ “Yep! After a while, I’ll have your stamina up with my yummy cakes and cookies and buns, that we can start doing it two—no, three time—a day!”
She grinned, giggling again before an impossibly long and segmented tongue slipped out of her muzzle to scoop up some of the mess on her tits and return it to her mouth. “Mmmm...oh yeah...you taste good! I want seconds now!”
Tame blinked groggily when Pinkie pushed him up and onto the countertop, toppling piles of pots and pans. “Uh...I don’t know if I can do...seconds. Yet.” He grunted as the mare clammered up and straddled him. Despite his recent massive orgasm, Tame felt his cock twitch and start to re-harden against Pinkie’s wet sex.
“You can get hard again, right?” Pinkie giggled manically, the action doing magical things to the planet-sized boobs hanging in Tame’s face. “I need you to feed me all your cream…”
He swallowed, his eyes glazing over, and adjusted his hips to line up his swelling member with Pinkie’s entrance. “Y-yes...Mistress…”
Pinkie smiled when she was seated fully on him. Her smile widened from ear to ear and kept going when her lower jaw split down the middle, folding open like a flower, and three long tentacle-like tongues flowed out. The wet and warm tendrils of flesh slithered across his body, removing the last vestiges of his clothing. A small and getting smaller part of his mind told him that he should be concerned about that. He’d worry about it later. Right now his Mistress was hungry and she needed feeding.
Author's Note
Looks like you got Cursed! Bad End!
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