In Hot Pursuit

The two of them finally rolled apart and spent a few minutes just staring at the ceiling in a daze. Judy especially. She was no shrinking violet; she’d had some experience in the sack, but nothing like this.

She finally reached over and took his hoof in her paw. “Holy shit, that was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had. Your tongue . . . mmm. I could die happy right now.”

“Before you find out what I can do with my magic?”

“With your magic?”

Party Favor nodded, and lit his horn. She heard the sink in the bathroom running, and a moment later a damp washcloth appeared.

As she wiped herself down as best she could, she turned to Party Favor. “That’s pretty cool, how do you do that?”

He tapped his horn. “It’s not just for show, and I can do some pretty cool stuff with it. Lift things and touch things.” He demonstrated by taking the washcloth out of her paw and rubbing it over her breast, cleaning up a spurt of cum she hadn’t gotten to yet. There was so much.

“I can make me fit in you.”

Judy scoffed. “Your dick’s as big as my torso, how the hell is it ever going to fit in me?”

“It’s simple physics and enchantment, and it’s complicated to explain with words. Luckily my other special talent comes into play.”

“Your . . . other talent?”

He nodded, and a moment later produced a balloon. The fact that he could inflate it and tie it into a reasonably accurate balloon bunny wasn’t that shocking; she’d seen him do it at the bar, after all. Where the balloon had come from was an open question, he certainly didn’t have pockets in the nothing he was wearing.

“That’s you.” He got out another pair of balloons and proceeded to make a very anatomically-correct pony, using a blue balloon for the body and a red one for the gigantic—but yet appropriately-scaled—penis.

“So when it’s a balloon, it can kind of squish down.” He demonstrated with a hoof, and then let her squeeze it.

“You’re not a balloon,” Judy remarked.

“No, but my talents lie in that direction, and I can make the same effect on my dick—on any part of me. It’ll fit in, you might feel it in other places but it won’t hurt you.”

If somebody had told her that in the cold light of day, she never would have believed it. But then if somebody had told her she’d be riding a cock—literally—in a shitty hotel room in a shitty town in a shitty world she’d never heard of before, she wouldn’t have believed that either. And yet, here she was.

What if he was lying? There was no test subject in the room. Still, if he was lying it was impossible; no matter how much she wanted it, his cock wasn’t going to fit inside her.

He’d left the two balloon-creatures on the bedside table in flagrante delicto. She did want to try. Badly. Hugging it, riding it, that was one thing; that had been amazing and had, in one part, quelled some of her horniness, while also awakening a new beast inside.

“Do it.”

His horn lit, a blue glow suffused his semi-erect penis, and it was done. Nothing else seemed to have changed.

How could she test it before he wrecked her? By paw or by mouth; if what he said was true, she should be able to contain him even though it was obvious that she shouldn’t.

Judy turned and ran her tongue down his cock. It mostly felt the same, and yet there was a subtle difference, like she was able to reach through if she really pressed. Tongue alone was not a good test; she licked her way back to his head and opened her mouth, ready to do the impossible. If it worked like he said it did, he’d fit in.

And he did. She stretched her jaw as far as she could and pressed her lips against his cock; at first she was just feeling hot horseflesh and then with a push it was actually in, stretching her mouth to its limit and yet even if she could have unhinged her jaw like a snake the fit would have been impossible without magical aid.

Her horniness ratcheted up a level. She wasn’t a greedy lagomorph by any means, but she wanted this monster inside her, she wanted to tame it or at least ride it to the bitter end, so she closed her eyes and went down on it, letting it touch nerves that it shouldn’t be able to as it pressed up against the back of her throat and then down further, until his medial ring was tight on her lips.

Spell or not, it was still thick enough to choke on. Judy took a deep breath and dove on Party Favor’s party favor, slowly letting it pass into her throat and down, feeling every inch as it stretched down to her stomach—and it wasn’t even all the way hard yet. She could feel it throbbing, stiffening, lifting her off him.

She needed that inside her—really inside her. She worked down to his root, her nose bumping his balls, and then she had to breathe. She pulled back, gasped for air, and considered.

If it fit in her mouth, it’d fit between her legs. His magic worked just like he said it would.

“See?” The glow faded from around his penis, and it returned to normal: huge and tempting.

“That’s so hot,” Judy licked her lips, getting a second taste of him, and then a potential problem occurred. “What if your spell fails while it’s in me?”

“It won’t, there are safeguards.”

She frowned. That sounded very much like ‘sure, I’ll pull out.’ She did have a couple hundred siblings and they hadn’t all been intentional. When a guy got going, he didn’t want to stop, and she had no illusion that being on top would keep her in control.

Just the same, what was the point of living and not taking a chance now and then? She stroked his cock lovingly and tried to figure out how she was going to mount it.

Unfortunately, Party Favor had gotten hard again. While that normally wasn’t a bad thing, here she was sitting on his belly and regarding a cock that rose almost to her head. How was she even going to sit on it?

There was only one way—Judy grabbed on and started hoisting herself up, while the stallion watched with interest. As well he should; Judy was probably the first partner he’d had who literally had to scale his cock. The rock-climbing course at headquarters would never be viewed in the same light, especially Nob Rock.

Or maybe she wasn’t the first; who was she to judge anyway? She shimmied up his pony boloney, finally reaching the summit and bracing herself on his broad flat head. It wasn’t that difficult to get centered, and when she was, she nodded to Party Favor.

His horn lit, his dick glowed, and she felt a tingling in her loins, followed by a strange sensation as the spell worked. Her perch was getting less substantial, more ethereal, shrinking in towards a single central point—

—Towards two nearly central points. The spell clearly wasn’t choosy about where it would ‘fit,’ and she had a moment to realize that she might have gotten more than she bargained for.

Clenching one orifice and relaxing the other at the same time was a challenge, but she managed. His dick was poking against her backdoor as she slowly started sinking on his schlong—and that wasn’t the only sensation it gave her. Outside of her vaginal walls, it was kind of like dipping into a warm bath, although inside rather than outside.

She was already fuller than she’d ever been when the head of his semi-phantom penis bumped up against her cervix, not as painful as when other partners had accidentally hit it. And she thought it would stop there, she imagined herself swinging atop his cock like those dumb antenna ornaments some citizens put on their cars, but she didn’t. That wasn’t how the spell worked. She kept sliding down, every inch of her that could receive his cock full of his cock, and everywhere else feeling the pressure of his phantom pink plonker. She could see the faint glow of his magic through the fur on her stomach, she gasped in pleasured surprise as his medial ring held her briefly and then let her pass, and then after an interminable time she was sitting on his chest, her clit rubbing up against his ruff of belly fur.

Judy could feel every inch of him inside her; she could feel his ghosty glans in the back of her throat. How was that even possible?

Magic.

After a moment to get used to the sensation, she lifted herself up in her first stroke, feeling everything pulling back out a centimeter at a time, his medial ring dragging against her and then she was literally standing on his belly and his cock was still inside her.

Even stranger, it was solid and material whenever it was outside, and yet it also fit inside. Completely mind-bending, and now that she’d started to get used to it, insanely pleasurable. This was a whole-body fuck and she was onboard with it.

She dropped back down, picking up speed. The sensations intensified, stimulating nerves she didn’t know she even had. He wasn’t just hitting her G-spot, he was hitting the whole damn alphabet. No wonder he got passed around.

And then, once he’d decided she’d gotten comfortable on his cock, he started thrusting.

🥕🥕🥕

Every thrust was a new sensation. Intense didn’t even begin to describe it, the words to describe it didn’t exist because in the entire history of Zootopia and the surrounding environs, nobody had ever been fucked like this.Judy’d given up on doing anything at all; she couldn’t muster the brainpower. Her tongue lolled out, her eyes rolled up, and every hip-thrust from the unicorn bounced her up his cock and then gravity brought her back down. At one point she was screaming in pleasure and still he kept thrusting, not quite rhythmic enough for her to ever anticipate.

She orgasmed, and he stopped thrusting until the spasms had passed and then he continued, sending her to a whole new level of pleasure—and then she came a second time, this one more shattering than the last. She would have collapsed but she couldn’t, not with his cock in her, magically melded with all her flesh. Now she was just along for the ride; she’d set this in motion and was powerless to stop it—if she wanted to.

She didn’t.

Judy wanted to ride it out to the end, she wanted to know what would happen when he came. How would that feel?

Where would it even go?

Her question was answered. She felt him slow down, his thrusts slow and deep and powerful, bouncing her almost all the way to his tip, high enough to feel his head scraping her secret flesh before becoming immaterial again, and then he slammed her down against his belly, grasping her with his hooves to hold her down.

A moment of anticipation, and then his dick spurted and she felt his seed inside her, filling her up and oozing out of her pussy, her mouth, her nose, with enough force to launch her off him like a bottle rocket.

🥕🥕🥕

Every fiber of her being was sated. Nerves she didn’t know she had had been stimulated, teased, pleasured, thrust against. She was as sore as if she’d gone over Tujunga Falls in a barrel and yet all the more alive for it.

She was also still oozing cum; his custard cannon’s second salvo had been just as prolific as the first.

And there were two more days before she could return to Zootopia. She sat wide-eyed at the thought; she’d barely scratched the surface of the summit of sex, the pinnacle of pleasure; what wonders would the next days bring? What else could Party Favor do with his horn or his cock?

Only time would tell.