What happens at the rave: A Koopa tale
Legal stuff: All characters are (c) to Nintendo and perverted by me.
A low purr came from the female as she reclined on her throne. She was Wendy O. Koopa, daughter of King Bowser, and she wore a fine dress, something befitting of her new station in life. The long gown was a light pink in color, and made of a material so fine and light, that one could almost see through it if the light hit just right. She had come a long way from the Koopling that used to torment Mario and try to stop him from reaching her father. Since coming of age she had grown taller, but still wasn't as massive as her father or some of her brothers. Still, she was taller than most of the troopas that served under her command. There was more than a little meat on her body, adding curves to her body in just the right places. She had grown a pair of breasts as well, rather nice ones if she did say so herself, much better than that Princess Peach.
Oh sure, she had a bit of a thing for the Princess, but after sampling the fruits of those looms, she decided that the Mushroom Kingdom's princess was too soft for her. No, she needed something more than that to satisfy her. If only she could figure out what it was. Letting out a low sigh, she let her eyes scan over her throne room slowly. For years, she had served under her father's command, wasting countless resources to try and secure the Princess for him and stopping the Mario brothers. That was until she had grown up, of course. By that time she had amassed enough troops and wealth that she could freely break away from her father. She had found an abandoned castle some time ago, and took it as her own. It took some work to get it back into good condition, but that was fine by her.
Now, after several months of work, everything was to her liking and she was very much a queen in her own rights. Looking around her throne room, she saw several of her subjects milling about, having whispered conversation. Her trusted steward, a Dry Bones named Swot, hovered nearby, talking with with a koopa about something or other. Wendy let out a low stretch and murred to herself, the spikes on her pink shell scratching against her throne. "Swot, when you get a moment," she said lazily, looking at the male.
The skeletal male looked at the other turtle-like koopa, who nodded and scuttled off. Shuffling over, his body clamoring softly with each moment, he approached his Queen and bowed his head slightly. "What do you wish of me?" His voice always sent a shiver up her spine, it was barely more than whisper, a noise that crept out of a graveyard at night.
Wendy looked at him and twirled her scepter between he fingers slowly; "How are the perpetration for the party coming along?" She managed to keep from shivering in the male's presence, the air around him feeling as if the heat was being drained from it. Under her gown, the female's pink nipples were standing up against the cold.
Swot's eyeless holes seemed to look right through her as he spoke, "Everything is prepared for this evening's celebration, My lady. The caterers are setting up in the kitchen, the musicians are doing the final checks on their music, the lights have been set up, and as per your request, the ballroom now has several piles of cushions for lounging." Not having eyes was one advantage that Swot was glad for, because Wendy could not tell that he was staring at her breasts through her clothing. The material might as well have been translucent for all the good it did to stop the dry bones's vision. His gaze wandered across the curve of her breasts, down her light yellow belly, before coming to rest at her thighs.
Wendy purred in delight and uncrossed her legs, unknowingly giving her Steward a glance right at her privates, before covering them again. "Perfect, and the guests?"
A light tremor shook through the male's body as stirrings he'd long-since forgotten stirred inside of his shell. "All of your subjects will be in attendance. Are you sure you do not wish for me to extend an invitation to your family or the Mushroom Kingdom?"
The female took a deep breath and held if for a moment before letting out a deep sigh. "Yes, I'll hold something more formal for them later on if I desire." Standing up, she smoothed out her dress with a hand. "Tonight is going to be a celebration for my loyal subjects, a night they'll always remember. I'm going to go take a quick nap then get changed for the party, Swot." Running her hand along his cheek, she stepped past him and strolled through one of the many doors towards her private chambers.
He let out a low moan as she touched him, a noise so soft she couldn't hear it, "Of course, My Lady."
Inside the dungeons under the castle, a Birdo named Catherine and a Yoshi named Tushi were wandering through the dank corridors. Catherine appeared to be like any other birdo, her leathery hide a rich pink color and her belly was slightly dissented and white in color. She was wearing a leather collar with silver studs adorning it, and a leather skirt that reached to her knees. Adorning the back of her head was a large pink bow, much like the one worn by Wendy. Her companion was a blue yoshi, but his gloves were fingerless and leather, with a couple D-shaped rings dangling from the wrist. The male's shoes were the normal sneakers you'd see on most yoshi, but like the gloves, they had a pair of rings on either side near his ankle. His saddle was the same black leather as his gloves, but had several pouches containing who-knows what. The image was completed by the collar around the yoshi's neck, an exact match to the one the birdo wore. Catherine was holding a lantern, illuminating the otherwise dark halls. Ahead, a voice in the dark hissed, "Were you followed?"
Catherine stopped, Tushi pausing a step behind her. "No, everyone is busy upstairs with the preparations for the party tonight. Wendy says that it will be a night to remember, the first night of her ruling as Queen."
The sound of claws scratching on stone preceded the owner of the voice, "Good, yes, that is very good." The owner of the voice stepped into the light with a maniacal grin on his face. It was Iggy Koopa, brother to Wendy. He was wearing a heavy white jacket that was torn up in several places, revealing his belly and most of one arm. There were heavy manacles on his wrists, the chains broken with just a few links dangling from them. His pants were made of the same material as his jacket and appeared to be just as ragged. One leg reached almost all the way down to his ankle, and the other was ripped off mid-thigh. His legs were covered with stripped socks, the feet torn off at some point to reveal his taloned feet. Each of his toenails was painted a different color, matching the rainbow of hues in his hair. The male's hair was drooped forward, hovering over his face a little. His shell was perched on his back, pushed forward enough to make him hunch forward a little. It was a deep green color with purple around his spikes. Wide eyes stared at the other pair from behind glasses, insanity sparkling in their depths.
Iggy began to pace at the edge of the circle of light, his short, crooked tail twitching behind him. "Mm, yes, this will certainly be a night to remember and do you know why?" The other pair just watched, knowing better than to answer the question. Spinning on the ball of his foot, the male rushed towards Catherine, grabbing her head and holding onto the back, tilting it upwards to look at him. Like his siblings and father, Iggy was taller than most of the other inhabitants of Mushroom Kingdom. Unlike his relatives, his frame was lean, showing little of the bulk his siblings had. Regardless, he still had enough strength to jerk the birdo's head back hard enough to make its neck ache.
Holding the birdo, Iggy ran his fingers along the female's trumpet-like mouth. "You see a while back, dear old Daddy decided that I was too...unstable to let roam freely so he locked me in a dungeon." As he talked about this, the others could see one of his eyes twitch for a moment. Leaning in, he ran his tongue along Catherine's lips slowly. Releasing her head and slipping around to kneel between the pair, draping his arms over their shoulders. "He didn't know it, but the old lizard did me a favor. While I was down there I noticed a few different types of mushrooms. Very, very interesting mushrooms, know why they're interesting?" He directed the question at Tushi, staring at the yoshi.
The blue male tilted his head to the side, "Because they do something different from normal mushrooms?"
For a moment, the Koopa was silent, a grimace on his face. Jumping up, he stalked away several steps before spinning around and shouting, "Ding ding! Give the man a prize!" A wide grin spread across his muzzle, revealing his pointed teeth.
Reaching into his jacket, he felt around for a moment before pulling out a vial. Inside the vial was a fine, pink powder. Iggy stared at the vial for a moment, licking his lips as he thought back to his first couple tests involving the mushroom the powder was made from. The memories of it made his malehood stir some, starting to tent his ragged pants. Reaching down, he adjusted himself and let out a deep, rumbling purr; "What I want you to do is simple, very very simple. Just take this powder, and dump it into my sister's drink. It will dissolve completely in seconds." With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the vial at Catherine.
Scrambling to grab the vial, the birdo just managed to keep it from slipping through her fingers. "The whole vial?"
He looked up as Iggy dropped his pants, revealing his erect cock; "Yeah, the whole thing. Now go on upstairs and get to it." Plopping himself down on the floor, the Koopa spat into his hand and began to stroke over his thick, dark colored cock. "Oh! And after you give her my gift, give my dear sister a gift of your own." Without a word, the other two turned and began to head out quickly, leaving the male behind. His low, panting breath following them through the tunnels.
A couple hours later, Wendy was wide awake and sitting on the edge of her bed. For now, she was completely nude, having removed her clothing to nap. She was proud of her body, her leathery hide was surprisingly tough despite it's soft appearance and feel. The supple, tan hide rippled over the female's body, revealing her form to be a mix of muscle with just a little bulk. Her breasts were each a modest handful for her, which meant that they were more than that for the average person. The female's nipples were both pink, the same color as her bow, and were standing up a little from the cool air of her bedchambers. Her belly was a lighter color, the flesh banded and thicker than the rest of her hide running from her neck down to the underside of her tail. Wendy's shell was smaller than most koopas', only covering part of her back. Hard spikes adorned it's surface, sticking out at various angles, the spikes continued down her back and tail. They had proved to be rather useful when driving off some unwanted attention before.
Looking at her toes, the female turned her foot from side to side, inspecting the pink paint that adorned her nails. Finding them to her satisfaction, she stuck the top back on the bottle and screwed it down tight before standing up. Walking over to her vanity, she deposited the bottle on top of it before sweeping towards her closet. Her outfit was ready and waiting for her, hanging just inside the door. Reaching behind herself, she grabbed her shell and lifted it up slowly, sliding it off over her head. Not many people knew it, but they were actually more like a backpack that could be removed at will. First thing she grabbed was her fishnet top, rolling it up carefully before slipping her head and arms into it. Keeping her fingers curled up tight, she took extra care not to get her fingers caught in the holes as she wiggled into it. The fishnet slipped down over her body, sliding over her breasts and hugging to her body as she popped her out the top. Pushing her fingers through the holes at the end, she let the fishnet loop between her thumb and forefinger, holding it in place.
With that in place, she picked up her top, a black number with bright pink lettering that read "Queen Bitch" across the chest. Tugging the shirt on over head, she slipped her arms through it then tugged it down. The clothing kept her belly bared, the fishnet reaching almost down to her waist. A low purr worked it's way up her throat as she picked up a pair of red thong underwear that were nearby. Stepping into the panties, she slid them up her legs and wiggled her rear as she pulled them all the way up, the band in back hugging the bottom of her tail. The next piece of her outfit was a skirt, black as well, and short enough to barely reach her mid-thigh. If she bent over to pick something up, there was no doubt that the Koopa Queen would be giving someone a sight to remember. Draping it around her body, she hooked it into place just over her tail, letting the limb lift up the skirt a little. Last, but not least, came some stockings. Backing up to her bed, Wendy sat down on the edge and pulled them up over her legs. The sheer material rolled over her hide smoothly, running from her ankles to just where the skirt ended.
Standing up, she picked up her shell and walked to a full-length mirror. Placing the shell on her back, she held it there for a moment as the innate magics of her shell fastened it to her back again. After a second, she let it go and smiled as she adjusted her clothes. For the common koopa, the shell was more like clothing, held on by a skin-tight outfit that doubled as clothing. For her siblings, father, and herself, the shell was more... well mystical. The design of the shell and the spines adorning it were a symbol of power and status. Not to mention that the shells themselves were a lot better at protecting them. Hit a Koopa Troopa right and they'd pop right out of their shells, but not her or her relatives. Looking at herself in the mirror, she did a slow turn in front of the mirror, the female couldn't help but purr out loud, "I wonder how many of my subjects are going to go back to their rooms and jerk off tonight." With a smirk on her face, she turned from the mirror and strode down the hall, tail lifted just enough to give a glimpse of her thighs.
By the time Wendy reached the ballroom, everything was just starting to get moving. Her subjects, the ones that lived inside the castle, were slowly filtering into the room. The soft sound of conversations buzzed under the music that thumped out of the speakers placed around the room. She paused just inside the room, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the light. The lights had been lowered down so they were barely on, making the room look like a dimly lit cave, and some of the lights had been changed so they acted like black-lights. Under those purplish lamps, her nails and the lettering on her shirt glowed bright pink and her spikes seemed to glow with a fiendish, purple light. Her smile widened when she saw that her subjects were already starting to dance and it seemed like they were enjoying themselves.
Drifting through the crowd, she headed for the refreshment table first. Starting at one end, she picked up a plate and began to pick some of her favorite little treats. By the time she reached the end of the table where the drinks were waiting, the plate had a fair amount of food on it. Catherine, her birdo troopa, was waiting at the end of the table with that yoshi of hers Both of them were dressed as they always were, except for the bridle and ball gag currently in Tushi's mouth and the leash hooked from his collar to Catherine's hip. As she approached, the pink birdo looked up, her trumpet-like mouth curving up in a smile. "I hope everything is to your liking, Mistress. I have a drink here ready for you." Catherine lifted up a large mug filled with punch. Having seen the queen coming into the room, she had gone ahead and poured a large mug of the punch and dumped the vial into it. Iggy had been right, the powder had vanished within mere seconds. But when she dumped it in there, some of it had drifted up and Catherine had inhaled some of it.
Wendy smiled and took the mug, "Everything looks delicious here." Lifting the mug, she took a sniff of it, blinking as the scent coming from the drink teased her nostrils. "What's in here?"
The birdo blinked at her with purple eyes; "That is a secret, but I assure you that you will enjoy it." The koopa looked at the birdo for a second before taking a sip.
The drink had a strong mix of flavors; strong, sweet, a bit of fruit, some spice, and a familiar burn that traced down her throat. As it moved down her throat, a warmth spread through her body, making her shiver lightly. "Mmm, that is good. Nice to see some real punch with booze." Her muzzle split into a wide grin at the birdo as she drifted off, heading to the throne located at one end of the room Once there, she settled herself down for the time being, sipping the punch and tossing back the snacks that she had picked up from the table.
Wendy relaxed on her throne, the purr continuing to bubble up her throat as she finished the food. The punch was wonderful and she was sure that she would be stopping by the table later for some more. The flavors were simply wonderful and the warmth that came from it made her feel a little restless. Putting it down to the alcohol content of the drink, she shrugged it off. Placing mug and plate on a low table next to her throne, she stood up and walked to the dance floor. As she walked out onto the floor, the music began to pick up the pace and lights began to flash some. Overhead, a mirrored ball began to twirl, casting little stars of lights around the room.
No sooner had she reached the center of the dance floor than she grabbed a koopa and began to dance with him. The koopa queen rubbed her body against the smaller male, his head coming to just below her breasts. Grabbing at her hips, he rubbed his body against hers she ground back. A low groan came from the female as she rubbed her body against his, each touch of his body on hers feeling wonderful. Running her hands along his shell, Wendy felt her body start to warm up. Each time she ran her finger along him, or he touched her body, it felt like electricity surged through her body, racing up and down her spine. She began to pant, dancing faster and demanding more from her partner. He tried to keep up with her gyrating motions, but one strong bump from her hips and he was knocked to the floor. A pop came from the male was he was launched from his shell, sliding across the floor on his back. Laughter bubbled up from Wendy as she kicked the shell at him, knocking him in the ass and sending him spinning away.
Snickers popped up from some of the others as Wendy grinned and circled towards Tryclyde. The three-headed serpent looked at his queen as she approached and hissed a greeting, rising up onto his coils and swaying. Stepping over his tail, she moved right into his coils. Tryclyde curled his body around hers, his red scales hot, almost fiery, against her form. The male's three heads moved in close, his breath peppery against her maw. Grabbing his middle head, she pulled him in for a kiss, slipping her larger tongue into his maw. For a second the three-headed serpent tensed up, but he relaxed just a moment later. His forked tongue slipped against her thicker muscle, dancing around it as she murred into the kiss. The other heads moved in, one rubbing it's cheek against hers as the other moved down to nudge against her breasts.
Thanks to not having a bra on, the hardening of the female koopa's nipples was already obvious, tenting the fabric of her top. The other head dropped down, both rubbing their maws against her ample mounds while she kissed the middle. Opening their mouths up, they gently closed them around her nipples, tugging at them through the shirt with a pleased hiss. Wendy moaned softly into the kiss, the tugs sending jolts of pleasure racing through her body as she pressed closed to Clyde. Arching his body up, he pressed it against her body, his tail slipping up between her legs to stroke against her privates under the cover of her skirt. That touch sent a shiver racing through the female's body as she broke the kiss with a gasp. Oh damn, she couldn't believe how randy she was feeling. Still, despite how turned on she was getting, she still wanted to tease her minions and get them worked up before retiring to her chambers.
Stepping away from Tryclyde with a smirk, she strutted away, tail swishing behind her as she hummed with the music. Wendy hadn't gone more than ten seconds before a pair of strong hands grabbed onto her hips and pulled her back against a hard body. Looking over her shoulder, she grinned when she saw one of the Hammer Bros, Frank. Pressing her rear back against him, she rubbed her rear back and forth against his body as she reached back and let her hands curl around his neck. Unlike most of the normal Koopa Troopas, the Hammer boys were big enough to rest their heads on her shoulder. And Frank was a prime example of the elite troopa. He murred at her and let his strong, calloused hands slide along her sides, working down to grab at her thighs.
Wendy pulled away just enough to turn and face the male. There was a grin on his face as he pulled her back close to him, both hands grabbing onto her body. One gripped her rear as the other slide down to grab her thigh, lifting up a leg and holding it. Rubbing his body against hers, he used his brute strength to keep her in place. Even at their best, few troopas would be able to contain the Koopa Queen if she wanted, but right now she was happy right where she was. Curling her leg up, she rubbed it against his side as her skirt rose higher. Frank moved his hand up her thigh, stroking her hip and the band of her thong with his thumb. His other hand moved higher, cupping her lower back and pulling her tight against his form. The queen smirked at the male as she felt his growing hardness pressing against her through the skin-tight outfit that held his shell on. What she didn't realize, at least not at the moment, was that she was even more aroused than her dance partner. The crotch of her panties were soaked by now and her juices were trickling down her thighs. The pink mushroom powder that had been slipped into her drink was pushing her arousal through the roof, every touch and rub intensified in her current state.
A sudden jolt shot through her body, the female's eyes going wide as she bit down onto her lip. Without any rhyme or reason, she just had a fucking orgasm right there on the dance floor. More of her nectar began to trickle down her thighs, her scent starting to tease Frank's nose. Placing her hands on his chest, she tried to step back so she could move onto the next victim of her merciless teasing. The female blinked when something pressed against her shell, keeping her trapped against Frank. Looking over her shoulder, she spied her other Hammer Bros, Mac. While she was stronger than any one of her troopas, these two might just be able to keep her where she was for the time being. Frank's gyrations got harder, shoving her back into Mac as his hips pressed firmly against hers. The two males worked together without saying a word.
Mac's hands dropped to stroke over her tail slowly before slipping under her skirt. A shiver ran up her spine as she felt his claws scratching at her leathery hide. A second later, they grabbed onto her hips, holding tight as Frank removed his hand. A low murr came from the male behind her as he nuzzled into her neck, his fingers stroking her hips and hooking into her thong. Now that he had his hand free, the first of the Hammers reached down and played with his crotch a second. Pulling back that stretchy cloth, he let out a soft sigh as it was freed from the tight confines of his clothing. He took a quick glance around as he hid his length under her skirt, letting the queen free that hot rod against her flesh. Wendy let out a soft huff, starting to pant now as the pink mushroom raged through her body, making her blood sing with arousal. Despite the burning desire she felt to have that rock-hard cock drive into her body, she still had that bitchy streak to feed.
Rocking her hips forward, she ground her pussy against the male's cock, their privates separated by only a thin piece of fabric. She could feel him shudder against her body as she shoved back against Mac, feeling an erection starting to tent his pants as well. Caught off guard by the sudden bump, and the spikes pressing against his chest, the Hammer behind her staggered back a step. As he moved away, the Koopa Queen felt a tug at her body followed by a sudden snap as the band holding up her thong broke. With a ghostly whisper of feeling, her ruined underwear slithered down her leg and stopped at her feet. She was the only one to realize that she didn't have that thin barrier in place anymore, shock stilling her for just a second. Frank lunged forward, grabbing onto her thigh again as he jerked her towards him.
It couldn't have happened again if they tried. The angle of her hips, the way he lunged, her still-partially lifted leg, everything was in the exact right position. Wendy felt his cock slide up her thigh, leaving a trail of precum in its wake, before tapping against her pussy. Instinct made the pair jerk their hips just enough. The blunt tip of Frank's hammer pressed against her sopping wet folds before driving in. Grabbing onto his shoulders, the queen let out a low hiss as her body stiffened. The feeling of that man-meat spreading open her tunnel was her entire world right now. Lights flashed and danced in front of her eyes as her mouth dropped open, panting heavily as the male pressed his body flush against hers with a groan.
Holding tight onto her thigh, he jerked his hips back before pounding against her again. Lowering her head, Wendy grabbed his face and ran her tongue along his lips, her teasing forgotten for now as that cock spread open her needy folds. The 'shroom in her system began to boil and rage, driving her into a nearly feral state. She wanted him to fuck her, needed him to fuck her, wanted anything with a hard cock to fuck her. Kicking her foot out, she swung it over Frank's tail and let her ankle hook over that thick, muscled limb. Gripping his shoulders, she let out a growl and heaved her body upwards, repeating the motion with her other leg. For a second she seemed to hang in the air, the Hammer looking up at her with a look of pure ecstasy. Her body dropped down as he slammed up, both their crotches meeting with a glorious explosion of pleasure and stinging pain. Leaning her head back, she began to huff as she rode him, bouncing in time with the music.
Not wanting to sit idly by, Mac looked around and was surprised to see no one had noticed the fucking koopas yet. He wasn't one to sit out and let his brother have all the fun. Lifting two fingers to his lips, he ran his tongue over them, getting them nice and coated in his saliva before reaching down. Sliding those digits under his queen's tail, he pressed them against her pucker. Rubbing around a second, he pushed them inside, feeling that ring of muscle part easily around his probing fingers. Judging from the gasp he heard, it looked like the kinky bitch liked it. Grinning, he quickly fished out his cock as well, spitting into his hand and rubbing it over his member. Jerking her tail up, he drove his cock right into her ass with a single thrust. In seconds, he was fucking his spit-lubed cock in and out of her ass, matching his brother's pace.
Wendy's scream was drown out by the music as she grabbed Frank so hard, her claws left marks on his shell. She had tried putting things up her ass before during play, but had never really liked it. It had been years since anything tried to use that as an entrance, and even then it had just been her fingers or a skinny toy. Now she had a big, thick dick just rammed up her ass and it was fucking away. It should hurt like hell, but for some reason it felt good. No, it felt great! It was like her body was covered in bare nerves, all of them tuned for pleasure. She couldn't begin to explain how or why she was feeling this. Maybe it was the atmosphere, maybe something she drank, maybe something in the food, or maybe it had just been too long since she'd been fucked like this. The Koopa Queen didn't know, or even really care right now. Being fucked by two males, their dicks separated by a thin piece of her flesh, oh it was divine!
Pressing her head against Frank's shoulder, she rolled her hips, pushing them back and forth between the two males. Wendy started to pant louder as her gut started to twitch a little, the warning sign to her that she was about to have a great orgasm. "Faster, you little prick!" she snarled at the male before biting down onto his shoulder hard. Her insides began to clamp and milk around his cock, tugging at his length as she panted around her mouthful of flesh. Her backdoor was starting to clench as well, going from incredibly tight to almost unbearably so.
Frank let out a groan at that primal bite and looked over the female's large bow at his brother with a nod and a smirk. In an instant, they changed their pace. Before, they had been pumping in and out at different times, one sliding in as the other went out. Now, they both grabbed onto her ass and lifted her up before shoving her down as they thrust forward, burying both thick cocks into her. Oh that made her pull him tighter against her body, her breasts smashed up against his chest. Her pussy was easily the best he'd ever had. It was hot and soft around him, gripping his dick so hard he thought she might break it off. Frank had always been proud that he had a fair amount of stamina, always taunting his brother when they had contests. But damn, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer inside of this bitch.
She trembled against the male, panting through her nostrils as best she could as she tightened her hold. The sound of his shell starting to crack reached her ears, but she didn't let up as her body began to tremble. Like always, she was silent during her climax as the waves washed through her body, carrying her mind away as her body writhed in a primal dance of need. Both of her holes clamped down around the Hammer Brothers, coaxing them to spill their seed in her royal holes. Frank was the first to go, shoving against her and letting out a gasp as that incredibly hot cunt milked him. Spurt after spurt of his seed was fired into deep into her body, but her hungry pussy wanted more. It continued to milk and work at his cock, making him pant and twitch on her, caught up in the intense pleasure he was filling. Seeing his brother peak, it wasn't long before Mac hit his as well. Leaning forward, he pounded against his queen, his body thunking against her shell dully as he fucked her like a wild beast. Seconds later, he let out a groan as he rammed in balls-deep, starting to blast her ass with his thick seed.
While the queen was enjoying her first, probably of many, fucks of the night, Catherine was having some fun of her own. Tushi was bent over a small table, his hands and feet both tied to the furniture's legs. Catherine tugged at the rope she had looped through the rings, making sure it was nice and tight. From the male's saddle bags, she had produced a strange sleeve, which was currently wrapped around his tail and forcing it up, exposing the yoshi's rear to her. Just the whiff of that pink mushroom had gotten the birdo aroused, a part of her wondered what it was going to be like for Wendy.
Shoving that thought aside, she eagerly moved around behind her boy toy and dropped to her knees before leaning forward. As she did this, the pink birdo revealed her, not to well hidden, secret. Dangling between her legs, Catherine was sporting a rather nice-sized erection. Everyone in the kingdom knew that Catherine was a male, but they still played along with her little charade that she was really female. One too many guys had been on the receiving end of an egg to the crotch to contest it. Besides, it was funny as hell when a new guy came in and began to hit on her.
Catherine leaned in close and ran her trumpet-shaped maw against Tushi's thigh. Almost hidden by her muzzle, the birdo's thick tongue slipped out to brush along his flesh slowly. The yoshi shivered at the feeling of that muscle brushing his thigh, knowing what was going to be happening soon. Moving her head slowly, the birdo let her tongue flick out, teasing the blue and white flesh. In mere moments, she reached the center of his rear and leaned back to look. Like all male yoshis, Tushi had three points of interest to the birdo. Highest up was his tailhole, the pucker flexing a little as he tried to squirm in the bonds. Just below that was a slit, similar to a female's pussy, but with a couple differences. Mainly, the absence of a clit or anything of the like to play with. Catherine's eyes moved down to the last of the three interest zones, a little shiver running through her body as she spied Tushi's fully erect cock. The muscles around his male slit had pulled back, revealing his sac and raging hard-on.
Leaning her head in, she began to kiss around that egg-vent before pressing her mouth to it. Holding onto the male's hips, she let her tongue work around the outer edges of that slit. Teasing her boy toy for a moment, she smiled when she heard a low moan coming from the reptilian male. Tushi's hips wiggled then pushed back against her muzzle. Catherine decided enough was enough and let her tongue slip into his tunnel. It had an interesting flavor, not unlike his precum, sweet with a hint of saltiness to it. Deeper and deeper her tongue went, working into his body until it hit a certain spot several inches up inside of him. Running her tongue around a ring of muscle, she felt it slowly start to relax and open up, giving her access to his egg chamber.
Pressing her tongue against his cervix, she reached around under the male and began to stroke his cock. A low moan and a shiver signaled the start of the transfer. A partially formed egg, little more than a gooey orb waiting to be formed into a hard-shelled orb, pressed against her tongue. Curling the muscle around it, Catherine pulled it back into her mouth and pushed it into a special vent inside of her mouth, feeling it slide down her throat and into a holding sac in her belly. As it slipped down her throat, she let her tongue move back up to get the next one, stroking his cock faster as she did. It was a strange thing to experience since it was as arousing for the birdo was it was the yoshi. Catherine's cock throbbed under her skirt as she coaxed out another proto-egg, swallowing it down.
Catherine's eyes drifted closed as her hand flew up and down that wonderful cock, smearing Tushi's pre over his length. The feeling of his vent clenching around her tongue, that hot cock throbbing in her grasp, the way he squirmed against her, everything was just so perfect. It didn't take much before she was lost in the moment, completely forgetting about any plans she had. The azure male panted into the gag, his body tensing up as he tugged at the bonds. The ropes and table creaked slowly under the strain as he trembled. The birdo's eyes opened as she felt a stronger clench around her tongue, the realization of what was about to happen hitting her. Her muzzle crinkled in a smirk as she leaned back, her tongue slipping back into her mouth.
She wasted no time in moving give her male a very powerful climax. Rubbing her free hand along his rear, she let her fingers trace around his tailhole. The hole was already glistening and relaxed, some lube still lingering on it from earlier playing. Petting it with her fingers for a moment, she pulled her hand back a scant inch before shoving her fist forward. The yoshi's ass stretched readily around her hand, his rubber-like flesh spreading open for her fist and forearm. Pressing her knuckles against his prostate, she wiggled her hand in and out. The hand on his cock slipped down to his base, grabbing at it hard. Tushi's body literally vibrated against her as he screamed into the gag, his cock jerking up as it exploded. Hot, thick cum burst from his tip like the eruptions of an erotic volcano. Ropes of his creamy lust covered the underside of the table and the floor as she worked him. Oh, but she wasn't going to let him rest just yet. Carefully opening her hand, she pressed her palm and fingers against that gland and began to massage it as her hand continued to stroke his cock. Tushi huffed into the gag as she coaxed him onwards.
It was nearly a full minute later before she stopped, withdrawing her hand from his rear and releasing his cock. The yoshi let out a tired, contented gurgle as he slumped against the table. Wiping her hand off with a moist cloth she had, the birdo smirked and looked over the dance floor, spotting Wendy just as the Hammers were finishing up.
Wendy's body trembled as she panted heavily, her head swimming with a pleasure that she couldn't begin to describe. Her tail twitched as Mac pulled his cock out of her throbbing tailhole. The queen could feel some of his seed leak out of her rear as the muscles slowly tightened again. Frank shuffled away from the dance floor slowly, murring at her. Despite just having had a very nice climax and having been fucked by two powerful males, Wendy had a strange need burning in her body. Lowering her feet to the ground, she stood up and pushed Frank away. Turning away from him, she began to walk away from the pressing throng. A couple steps later, she staggered a little, but managed to catch herself before falling over. She needed to sit down before she fell over. Deciding on a destination, she started towards one of the piles of cushions that were scattered around the room.
No sooner had she reached the pillows than the queen flopped down on her belly with a heavy huff. Reaching under her skirt, she touched her tailhole and rubbed it. It should have hurt like hell, but for some reason she felt a distinct burning in her loins. It wasn't her heat, she knew that feeling very well, it was just. It was just like she was incredibly horny right now and wanted to fuck anything with a dick or a means of pleasing her. Maybe the party was going to be a lot better than she had originally thought.
As she lost herself in thought for a moment, Catherine slipped up towards the pile Wendy was sprawled on rather unceremoniously. The birdo's eyes dropped down, spotting the light glistening off the juices still staining the queen's thighs. As the Koopa's tail swished slowly, the pink creature was treated to even more of a sight, spying her bare slit under that skirt. Slipping up slowly, she crawled onto the pillows and let her hand run over the queen's tail before lifting it up slowly. Catherine moved her head under that thick tail and brushed her lips over the royal pussy.
Wendy stiffened when she felt her tail being pushed aside before a pair of lips kissed over her nethers. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the pink bow belonging to Catherine peeking over the edge of her rear as the birdo's mouth pressed against her pussy. A low moan came from her mouth as Catherine's lips sealed around her cunt and sucked softly. Oh, that was a very different feeling, a very good one though. Purring, she relaxed into the pillows, spreading her thighs slowly, as the birdo's reptilian tongue slithered into her pussy. This wouldn't be the first time she had been eaten out by another female, but that mouth. Damn, that mouth made all the difference.
Holding onto the queen's rear, Catherine let her tongue slide into the female's pussy. She could taste the koopa's juices, strong with a spice to it, and the spunk left behind by the male that had just fucked her. Closing her eyes, the birdo let out a slow exhale as her tongue slipped nice and deep into her queen. Letting the muscle curl back on itself, she scooped out some of the cum and sucked hard. A soft moan came from her throat as the male's salty essence left Wendy and slipped down her throat. It tasted good, better since it was mixed with the female's honey, but there was a good reason she was doing this. Flicking the tongue back in, she lashed it around, scooping up more of the cum and sweeping it back into her maw. In just a minute, the real fun would begin.
Gripping the pillows, Wendy began to pant as Catherine's tongue began to move faster inside of her body. "Fuuuck," came the hissed word from her mouth, her tail arching up. Under any other conditions this would have been wonderful, but right now, whatever had her so worked up was making it beyond description. A shuddering breath escaped her lips as she felt the birdo's tongue slow down, only to have her eyes snap wide open as she felt something slide into her body. She had no clue what it was, but it felt different in a good way. Pushing her hips back, she let out a huff and grinned happily, showing off her dangerous teeth as her pleasure built.
Catherine was more than a little excited as she ate out the large koopa, her penis throbbing almost painfully and dripping pre. Reaching down, she gripped her dick and begin to stroke it as her belly rippled and her throat clenched. Up came one of those eggs she had swallowed from Tushi earlier, the proto-ovum sliding easily up her throat and out her mouth, propelled a little ways into Wendy's vagina. Normally, the egg would harden and be fired out with bullet force, but this wasn't a normal circumstance. For some unknown reason, the majority of birdos were like Catherine, all male. They could produce eggs though, or swallow the eggs of another species, such as a yoshi, and then plant it into a female to be fertilized. While Catherine didn't plan on doing any fertilizing tonight, she figured it would be a nice present to the Koopa Queen.
Pushing the egg in with her tongue, the birdo guided it up the reptilian female's vagina. The egg had been coated with a special mucus, causing those inner muscles to actually pull it upwards, as if doing the opposite of laying. In a couple seconds, it was at the doorway to her womb and pressed against it. With the help of Catherine's guiding tongue, it eased open that ring of muscle and popped into the chamber to wait. The birdo couldn't help but smile as she shifted her hands to grab onto Wendy's thighs as she took a breath and clenched her gut. The next egg shot out of her belly and mouth, zipping into the female's body and sliding behind it's sibling quickly. By her count, Catherine had taken at least a half-dozen from her toy, and she was planning on giving every last one of them to Wendy.
A few feet away, Swot was watching as the birdo ate out their queen. The dry bones gave a shutter as he felt his cock growing hard. Casting a quick glance around, he reached down and played with the plate-like bands of leathery flesh on his belly. A low sigh slipped free of his maw as his cock was loosed out into the air. Looking down, he watched as his length firmed up quickly. It was close to ten inches long and fairly thick, the tip nice and wide, ready to push into a willing hole and scoop out any rival's seed. Several ridges wrapped around his length near the base, the thick bands designed to act as both a plug and an agent of pleasure. The whole length glowed with an eerie blue light, a reminder of his state of unlife. He wasn't sure why he was so hesitant about pulling his penis out in public. It wasn't like most other people could see the ghostly penis. Looking up from his erecting length, he watched the koopa as her mouth fell open in a gasp. From the looks of it she would be more than willing for some fun, good enough for him.
Wendy's grip tightened on the pillows as she felt something sliding into her body, a guttural moan coming from her open mouth as she trembled with excitement. She wasn't sure what it was, but something felt wonderful down in her twat. A rattling noise caused her to open her eyes, seeing Swot coming towards her. The idea of her loyal steward seeing her like this caused a quick flash of heat across her cheeks as she blushed some. Her eyes dropped down between his legs, not seeing his cock. Maybe he'd get her away from here and get her to a place she could relax. Catherine chose then to fire another egg into her body, making her jaws fall open as she let out a gasp, nearly roaring with pleasure. Swot seized his chance and grabbed onto the back of her head, pushing his hips forward as her jaws closed.
Confusion filled her eyes as Wendy felt and tasted a cock on her tongue, a skin-tingling sigh coming from her steward as he pushed his hips forward slowly. Slowly, she closed her jaws and felt her lips wrap around a cock, there was definitely something there. Lifting her tongue, she ran it around the invisible shaft, feeling veins throbbing under the chill skin. Pulling her head back a little, she let her tongue continue to explore it, finding the wide-flared tip before lowering her head again. When her muzzle bumped against his shell, she felt the tip of his cock slip down her throat a little to be squeezed by those muscles. Her lips popped over some ridges, something she couldn't wait to feel between her other mouth. It was weird, but in a strangely erotic way, and the flavor was hard to place. It actually tasted like she had a mouthful of mist, cold and oddly refreshing. When she bobbed her head back, she could just barely see the outline of his member, her saliva seeming to hang in mid-air. Swot pushed his hips forward, holding onto her bow as she lowered her head down.
Just as the pair were getting into a rhythm, Catherine took a deep breath and fired another one of the proto-eggs into Wendy's body. She moaned around the ghostly rod in her mouth and reached up to grip the dry bones's rear with her hand. Behind her, the birdo stroked her cock faster as her pleasure built, her pudgy belly starting to tighten up as her sac tensed. Jerking her cock faster, the pink birdo closed her eyes and groaned into the waiting pussy. With a jerk of her hips, she started to cum, strings of pearly seed splashing over her fingers and skirt as her body trembled. Even as her sac tensed and pulsed, allowing her seed to fly out, her gut did the same. Catherine's throat bulged visibly outwards as the remainder of the eggs she had swallowed came flying up, each traveling incredibly fast.
Wendy's eyes shot open as she felt those soft orbs being shot up her body. Each one made her body tense and her back arch a little more as she sucked in air through her lips. As the last of the orbs traveled up her tunnel, being pulled towards her womb to wait with its siblings, she couldn't hold it back anymore. Throwing her head back, the queen called out, "Oh fuck!" before promptly biting on her lip as she trembled through her climax. Her breathes came in short, frantic pants as wave after wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure shot through her form. Her peak was so powerful it caused a short squirt of her juices to escape her body and erupt into the birdo's muzzle. Catherine pulled her head back with a gasp, pussy juices rimming her muzzle as she tried to steady herself. It had been too long since she'd tried anything like that and her head was spinning. Falling back onto her rear, the pink male huffed and relaxed on the pillows, content to lay there for now.
As her orgasm died down slowly, Wendy rolled over onto her side with a huff. Right now her body was wired for sex and her pussy was extremely sensitive. As she lay back, she felt the pillows shift a little and rolled her head to watch as Swot moved between her legs. His bony fingers slid along her thighs, lifting one up as he moved towards her. Reaching down, she felt along the waistband of her skirt before tugging at the fastener. Seeing where her hand was going, her steward reached down to help her, unzipping the skirt and pulling it away. Feeling a strange excitement building up in her body, Wendy sat up to watch as the male grabbed his apparently-invisible cock and guided it to her lips.
Hot petals met cool rod, causing both of the koopas to moan lightly. Dropping to one knee, he pushed forward with a quick motion, half-burying his cock into her with that first thrust. The queen's head rolled back with a gasp as she was entered once more by a thick member. Swot was easily thicker than either of the Hammer Bros had been and the chill-touch of his erection inside of her body was extraordinary. Rolling her head back around, she did nothing to suppress the moan as he pulled back. It looked like she was being spread open by nothing, his dick only visible thanks to the light sheen of juices coating it's surface. His next thrust buried him almost completely inside of her, the first of those ridges at his base just barely rubbing against her. With one final thrust, he pulled almost all the way out before jamming his body against his queen's.
The ridges around his base spread her lips for just an instant before popping into her with a lovely, lewd noise. Panting, they both held still for the moment; Wendy savoring the exciting feel of her partner's unique endowment, and Swot enjoying the sensation of being in a warm, inviting pussy again. When they began to move, it wasn't to fuck, instead they shifted to better fit together. The male moved to straddle her leg as the other rested against his chest. She wiggled down into the pillows so she could still see their joining and to give him a better angle. Rubbing her leg against his cheek, she smiled and let her calf rest on the top edge of his shell.
Wrapping an arm around her thigh, Swot pulled his hips back and gave a firm thrust into her body. Wendy let out a pleasure-filled gasp as that cock drove into her body, spreading her sex lips open wide with its girth. Her eyes were locked onto the joining, finding it both arousing and disturbing at the same time. While she was watching their joining with fascination, Swot was merely savoring the feel of being inside of a hot, ready female again. He started out slow, rocking only a few inches in and out of his queen, his thrusts matching the pace of the music. A shiver ran through his body as his achingly hard cock throbbed inside of her, age-old instinct screaming at him to fuck her. He gave into those feeling easily, bracing his feet on the pillows and leaning over her more.
As if sensing the savage need coming from the pair, the DJ changed the music to something with a far faster, heavier beat. Pressing her leg against her side, he braced himself up with the other hand and began to pound his cock deep into the female with each thrust. Grabbing onto the pillows, Wendy let her head fall back as she simply basked in the pleasure that was coursing through her body. He was far different from any other male that she had been with before. His chill aura sunk into her body and invaded her burning hot pussy, working to cool the fires that were burning inside of her being. She began to pant louder as she felt his flared tip scrape against her insides. Each thrust pulled out a little bit of the previous male's cum, making the thick cream trickle down her thighs and rear. Smoke began to roll up from her nostrils as her breathes came in heavier pants, eyes clenching shut.
Usually hard to please in bed, Wendy could feel herself spiraling upwards into another climax. Her insides clenched and fluttered around the ghostly cock as she gave into everything. Driving her hips up against his body, she let out a low hiss. The wet sound of her pussy gripping at his length and the slap of her flesh on his armored hide mixed into the frantic beat of the music. Claws ripped into the bedding as she peaked for the third time that evening, pieces of flame licking out from her nose and the corners of her maw.
Swot was pressing himself as deep as he could now, his hips barely moving as he hammered into the female koopa. His mouth hung open, streamers of mist trailing from him as he felt something he hadn't experienced in ages. As the music hit its peak, so did the male. Pressing tight against her, he felt his cock pulse and throb inside of her as his seed blasted her insides. Countless years of seed flooded her body, filling her with its cool touch. It was as if he were a virgin again, the sensation overwhelming him. One of his legs gave out, causing him to pull away from her and slip down the cushions. As his cock popped free, a jet of his seed splashed over her belly, emitting a soft bluish glow. Falling onto his back, the male let out a shuddering sigh as the last couple spurts blasted over his own belly.
Tryclyde had been watching what had been happening to Wendy soon after she started her little ménage à trois with the Hammer Bros and then was mounted by her steward. All three heads licked their lips as the dry bones fell away, leaving the queen vulnerable and ready. His male slit was swollen with need, both of his cocks threatening to slip out at any moment. Glancing around, the serpent moved quickly towards the koopa, knowing if he didn't make his move now then someone else would. Slithering across the pillows, he nudged Swot to the side and quickly moved between her legs. Ducking down, he easily burrowed between her form and the pillows, popping out on the other side. Repeating this motion, he wrapped his coils around the queen as she basked in the afterglow. Due to her larger size, he couldn't wrap around her as much as he liked, only getting a couple coils around her form before having to stop. The good thing is that this put his heads at the same level as her breasts.
Wendy's eyes were clouded with lust as she lay on the pile of pillows, putting up no fight as she was wrapped up. Lifting her head a little, she saw the faces of Tryclyde as the snake grinned at her before lowering his heads and shoving his snouts under her shirt. The fabric strained for just a moment before tearing away, allowing the male to move up closer. She could only watch weakly as two of the heads clamped down onto her nipples, suckling on them. A wordless sound of pleasure broke free of her mouth as her over-excited and drugged body was sent into another climax, her pussy clamping down on nothing as more of her juices trickled down her thighs.
He let out a low hiss as he felt her jerking and writhing under his form, his cocks slipping out of his sheath and springing to life. Pressing forward, he could feel one of his tips press against her opening, the other just hitting flesh. Curling his tail upwards, Tryclyde wiggled that lowest cock around until he felt her tailhole, still a little loose from the Hammer earlier. Not really caring about which hole he went into, the male shoved his body forward with a hiss. With both of his peni inside of her, he began to rock and thrust his lower body against hers rapidly.
Wendy's eyes rolled back into her head as she lay there limply in the male's coils. Each thrust caused his scales to scratch and rub against her body, feeling like a thousand little claws kneading at her hide. In the mushroom-induced haze of lust, she couldn't even move or talk as overwhelming pleasure coursed through her body. A little whimper slipped past her lips as it actually began to hurt, a dull ache spreading across anywhere she was touched. There was nothing she could do to escape it as she felt Tryclyde's coils tighten around her body with each breath she took. It became harder and harder for her to breathe. Her abused pussy and battered tailhole clenched at his cock with each beat of her heart, driving onwards by the mushroom.
After just a minute, her vision began to turn darker and lights danced in front of her eyes. She began to wonder if she would pass out before he finished, each thrust only causing him to tighten the hold further. Thankfully, he wasn't in this for the long haul. As she peaked, her climax seeming to be far more powerful as it shot through her oxygen-starved body, she felt him cram his body against hers one last time. He trembled against her, his grip loosening enough for her to take a big lungful of air. Sliding her hands down, she shoved the male away, gasping and jerking as his mouthes popped off of her painfully hard nipples. Fearing that the Koopa Queen was about to take some form of vengeance on him, the male slithered away quickly.
Rolling onto her belly, Wendy tried to pull herself up onto her knees, feeling very weak at the moment. The pleasure was starting to fade away from her, leaving her body in a dull ache. As she tried to move away, someone planted a foot in front of her face. She didn't even have to look up to know who it belonged too, the glowing toenails, each painted a different color, told her everything she needed to know. Iggy dropped to sit in front of her, his lower half bared to the air and his erection standing tall. "Hello, Sister dear. Do you like the little present I gave you?"
Seeing the look of confusion on her face, he giggled and pulled another vial of the powdered mushroom from his jacket. "I had a friend of mine slip this to you earlier." Wiggling it from side to side, he seemed to sing, "It's a special little treat, for those that in the royal seat, it'll make you very horny, and this song is so corny." Frowning a bit, he turned his head one way then the other, "I need to work on those lyrics." Shifting around, he ended up crouched in front of her, legs spread wide as he sat on his heels. "Anyway! I just wanted to drop by my dear, dear, sister, and give you a little present. After all, this is a party isn't it? And I'm sure I can name several people here that had a lot of fun!" Tossing his head back, he let out a cackling laugh.
Turning her head, Wendy tried to lift to her feet, but she was stopped as Iggy grabbed onto her bow and forced her to look back at him. "Oh no, Sister dear, you can't leave yet. The ball isn't over!" He ran his bottom lip out in a pout as he pushed his hips forward a little, rubbing his tip against her lips, "You haven't even had a dance with your brother yet, how rude if you were to leave so early." A growl bubbled up from her throat as rage surged through her body. Her twisted brother had done all this to her then expected her to get him off. Dropping her head, she lunged forward, slamming the top of her skull right into his privates. Her brother let out a yelp of pain and released her bow, tumbling backwards as he grabbed onto his junk.
Rising to her feet, she swayed a little as her head spun. "Swot!" she barked, "Show my dear brother to a guest room, would you?" Her lips pulled back into a fierce grin that would send shivers through most men, "Make sure he's comfortable, I don't want him leaving for a while. At least not until I can...take care of him."
The dry bones jerked to his feet, "Yes, Ma'am, right away." With a snap of his bony fingers, the steward descended on her brother with the Hammer Brothers, the three of them dragging him off.
Pointing at Rex, Wendy murred, "And you, help me to my private chambers. Everyone else, as you were."
A few days after the party, Wendy rolled over with a groan, her entire body aching. Afternoon sun leaked around her curtains, giving the room a soft light. Cracking open her eyes slowly, she looked down to see that her belly had grown over night, swollen with the eggs that Catherine had planted in it. Reaching down, she rubbed over her belly, feeling how much it had grown in just a matter of days. As she rubbed it, her hide gave a ripple and she felt the urge to push. Throwing her head back, the queen let out a roar of pain as the eggs shifted, wanting to be laid.
Rolling out of bed, she staggered towards a nest that had been hastily built in the corner of the room. The morning after the party, she had noticed that her belly was swelling up. After some rather...intense questioning, Catherine had admitted to planting the eggs inside of her. Her mind flashed back to the fateful night and how the others were acting now. The Hammers and Tryclyde were acting as they always did, but Swot seemed oddly nervous. She'd have to deal with that, especially since he was slipping up in his duties. A strong contraction brought her back to the here and now. She was panting as her pussy grew wet again, the outer lips pulling apart a little.
Ahead of her, the nest was waiting, set low to the ground. Lunging towards it, she grabbed onto the edge and easily slipped inside as her gut rippled again and the first egg shifted inside of her. Spreading her legs a little as she dropped to her knees, the queen lifted her tail and let out a carnal grunt as her tunnel rippled and clenched. The first egg shifted and began to ease down her tunnel, stretching her belly as it mover. Biting her lip, the female wiggled her hips from side to side as the smooth orb rubbed her tunnel. Despite the pains of being stretched by the hard orb, there was a strange pleasure that followed it.
A surge of embarrassment rushed through her body as she realized she was getting aroused. Closing her eyes, Wendy let her hand sink down to rub her belly, uttering a soft moan. For years, she had wondered what it would be like to lay a clutch and often played with some egg-shaped toys she had, but nothing felt quite like this. Bowing her back some, she reached down and rubbed over her sex with her clawed fingers.
Thick juices coated her fingers as she rubbed over her mons. Another push made her bite her lip as the egg shifted further down, spreading open her labia and starting to slip out. Her fingers moved apart as the fist-sized egg slipped out of her body and fell to the bedding with a soft thud. Blushing a bit, she slipped a finger into her twat and began to rub at her clitty, coaxing the button out from behind its hood. Another contraction rippled through her body. Biting down on her lower lip, she worked a second finger into her pussy, pumping them both as the second egg began to move down her slide. Having been stretched by the previous egg, her tunnel easily guided the next down and out. The eggs gave a soft click as they knocked together before settling down.
Panting through her nose, the Koopa Queen started to work those fingers faster as the third egg popped out of her. The forth and fifth came out easily as well, their passage slickened by her growing arousal and the passing of their siblings. But then there was the last one, which felt to be easily twice the size of the others. Arching her body up, Wendy moaned through clenched jaws as she pushed, feeling it stretch her incredibly wide as it moved down her tunnel. "Oh fuck," came the hissed curse from the female as it shifted slowly, barely moving with each squeeze of her insides. Gripping the bedding with one hand, she pinched down on her clit and tugged on it. A low roar came from the female as she peaked, her insides clenching down hard around the egg. It shifted inside of her and popped out, a short gush of fluids following it. The sensation of that orb popping free sent a second climax racing up and down her spine, making her gasp and shiver.
Rolling onto her back, Wendy stretched out and looked at the glistening eggs resting in front of her. Each of them was a different color with barely visible pink spots dotting their surfaces. She smiled and leaned her head back, panting for breath as she wound down. In a way, she was thankful that Iggy had done this to her. How else would she have gotten the chance to lay a clutch of eggs like this. Sure, the might just be fertilized, but chances were better that they were as empty as the eggs that Tushi would throw. Granted, she couldn't let him get away with something like that. As her eyes drifted closed, she wondered how Iggy would enjoy it when it was his turn to lay the eggs.