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Help! After Escaping The Underground Farm as a Heifer I Was Sold to A Demented Man!
Noon arrived at the moor, somewhere in the distance was a loud screech. Some believed it to be the work of a dragon who lived in the castle at the very edge of the moor. Some believed it to be the sound of wolves.
Regardless of the origins of the noise, it spooked the cattle in Remy's farm.
They were no ordinary cattle, for they stood on two legs and looked no different from an average man or woman. Save for the fact they had a pair of cow ears and horns, and a spotted tail. More importantly, their breasts and penises had been enlarged to an enormous size.
They mooed loudly in response to the noise, agitated from their peaceful munching on the grass. Remy's farmhands tried to calm them with little progress.
Only one heifer was ignored by the farmhands. He was a rather young man with short black hair. A pair of floppy black ears flicked in annoyance at the commotion.
He was a sight to behold. Sitting on his knees with his back to the rest of the hubbub, anyone could notice just how voluptuous his figure was. His feet dug into the flesh of his arse, it looked so soft and pillowy and no doubt it would jiggle if slapped. A long black cow's tail grew from his tailbone.
One of the farmhands approached the heifer.
“Hey, what're you doing there?” He said loudly.
The young heifer turned to look at the farmhand. From there the farmhand admired the aloof demeanor that was juxtaposed by his enormous and pillowy breasts. His breasts were so big that they could rest on his lap. His nipples stood out from the slight breeze, thick and creamy milk oozed from its pores. A small tent appeared between the farmhand's pants, with a dark spot forming.
The heifer’s calm, mirror-like gaze met the farmhand’s lustful one, then softened when he offered him an innocent moo.
The farmhand just shrugged and went on with his way. The heifer was Remy's pride ever since he arrived last month. Out-producing all other cows a few weeks later.
Dan Heng sighed in relief. He'd almost been caught this time.
Staring at the sizable hole right next to the fence, Dan Heng shakily stood up from his spot. One arm supported the weight of his breasts as he walked towards the nearby stable.
Several centaurs nodded to him in greeting, to which Dan Heng did the same. Since the past month, he's taken to tending horses every noon. But lately Dan Heng took to a different type of tending.
Some centaurs needed a ‘special’ type of attention, and he learned first hand what a horse's cock looked like. It weighed heavily in his hands, with a girth that shouldn't be able to fit inside a normal person. They would buck into his hands, and copious amounts of cum would burst out of the tip and into the hay.
Dan Heng didn't have to go this far. But he couldn't help it, he was still a virgin at that time, and being exposed to such lewdity was making him wet and curious.
After pleasuring them with his hands, he'd then hesitantly lick their shafts until he was bathed in cum.
Then he entertained something even more deviant.
He could have escaped the farm weeks ago, there was a river that led to the forest and he was more than capable of swimming against the current. The hole he spent a month digging was already through the other side of the fence. He already has a good rapport with the horses and they would surely have his back should Remy realize his prized heifer disappeared.
He had no reason to stay here.
But still he kneeled on the stack of hay, clinging to the wooden post. Dan Heng held his arse up, showing off his wet and dripping cunt.
A few centaurs approached him, attracted by the lustful scent of his pussy. Slick dripped down his vulva and onto the hay.
One centaur stood behind him, his cock already erect. The shaft bulged with prominent veins. The centaur aligned the tip between those plump and juicy lips, and wasted no time pushing in.
Three other centaurs gathered in front of Dan Heng. Two of them flanked his sides, and he used his hands to work their shafts. His fingers barely touched when his hand curled around their girths.
The centaur in front of Dan Heng shoved his penis in front of the heifer’s face, giving him a full view of the centaur's fat cock.
His lips could only swallow the tip, unlike his pussy. His tongue lapped at its slit, and Dan Heng moaned at the taste of the centaur's pre, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
With one thrust, the centaur behind him was now deep in his womb, his cervix didn't even stand a chance. What, with how often he let himself be used by the centaurs. Just having that cock in his womb was enough to make him climax.
A large bulge outlining the centaur’s cock appeared on his belly. Going in and out multiple times. It should tear him apart, when he was still a virgin he was convinced that his pussy was going to break from cock alone. Perhaps it was because he'd grown more deviant over time… or… Dan Heng had always been like this, and it'd slowly drawn out of him during his time on the farm.
Regardless, with how often he had sex, it took little to no time for the centaurs fucking his mouth and pussy to cum inside him. It's a surprise that he hadn't gotten pregnant at all.
Copious amounts of cum covered his face and his tits. Some even got into his hair.
Dan Heng swallowed as much of the cum in his mouth, enjoying the salty taste as it flowed into his throat like molasses.
His womb wasn't safe either, cum filled his belly until it would definitely burst. Even with the centaur plugging him up with its ungodly girth, it couldn't stop its cum from flowing out of his pussy in large globs.
Satisfied, the centaurs retreated from his twitching body, leaving Dan Heng on the pile of hay to recover.
He looked absolutely ready to be ravaged.
Dan Heng struggled to roll over, by then another group of centaurs gathered around him.
Hazily, Dan Heng parted his pussy lips with his fingers in invitation.
It took the will of a God to resist letting another group of centaurs to fuck him. By now it was past noon and he was almost losing his window of opportunity to escape. Just as Remy was herding the rest of the cattle back to their pens, Dan Heng snuck to the side of the fence he'd been digging into.
The taste of freedom was potent when he finally slipped out and into the other side of the fence.
Dan Heng didn't waste anymore time, booking it to the river. He followed it upstream, watching as the farm slowly disappeared from view.
Behind him he could hear the shouts of Remy's goons, along with Remy himself. All mounted on their steads, ready to corral him back in the farm. He was being disobedient.
Yes, indeed he was.
There was no point in outrunning men on horseback, they caught up to him in a breath. But the second the centaurs drew close, they instantly recognized their caretaker.
The tables had turned within a flash. One moment Remy and his farmhands were finally at arms reach of his runaway heifer, the next they were thrown into the air by their horses. Remy was certain a hoof met his head in the chaos.
Dan Heng opened his eyes— he didn't even realize he closed them— to see he'd been hoisted up and into the arms of a centaur. One he recognized as the one carrying Remy just seconds ago.
“Need a hand?” The centaur asked rhetorically.
“Yes.” Dan Heng still answered. His heart pounded in his chest, or was it because the weight of his breasts were causing him pain?
When the forest lake finally came into view, the centaur dropped Dan Heng off on a patch of foliage.
Dan Heng's tail swished idly as he began to gather some leaves to use as makeshift clothes. Just then a shadow loomed over him.
“Hey, so, remember when you patched up the splinter from my leg.”
Dan Heng looked up to see the centaur's cock slapping him in the cheek.
“I wasn't able to thank you properly.”
“Ahn~ hah~♡ More!”
A loud plap plap plap! echoed in the forest, joined by high pitched moans. The centaur pinned Dan Heng into a mating press, pounding his cock into the heifer's womb.
A puddle of slick and cum formed under Dan Heng. And not wanting to waste milk, coupled by the fact his breasts were big enough for him to put his own nipples in his mouth, Dan Heng began sucking his own milk mid orgasm.
The centaur finished inside him, with what must be a bucket worth of cum. Some of it slipped out of his cunt.
Dan Heng was out of breath once more, too worn out to notice the centaur licking a stripe of saliva across his face. Then the centaur trotted away, back to the moor.
Shakily, Dan Heng stood up using a nearby tree as support. He stumbled into the lake's shore, only wearing a makeshift skirt and top from the leaves he found that only barely covered his genitals.
There's a newly built road from the lake, leading all the way to the outskirts of the town, as well as an archeological tent set up near the shore. Dan Heng kept low, deciding to take a familiar shortcut all the way to the outskirts.
Gwylan's forest shop came into view, the castle-like shop's chimney busy puffing out smoke from its hearth. Entering the shop, Dan Heng could hear Gwylan shuffling in the gloom. There was another voice too, which Dan Heng recognized as Felix, who he recalled was a young resident at the Orphanage.
As he was exploring the shop's wares, Felix rushed past him, followed by Gwylan. The young orphan sported a pair of fox ears and tail like Gwylan's, something they didn't have two months ago. The two disappeared to the shelves where he last saw the spindly hat stand, having not noticed his presence at all.
Dan Heng ignored them, though he did purchase a cowprint lingerie set that appeared in one of the shelves.
He couldn't find anything of interest, so he'll just have to sneak into town naked.
Dan Heng closed the door to his flat in Barb Street, and slumped to the ground with his back against the red lacquered wood. A sigh of relief escaped his lips.
After a quick shower, he slid into his bed naked. In this moment of respite, he was able to notice the warmth of arousal that settled in his belly. Just below his navel, he could feel his womb pulsing from a prolonged emptiness.
His hand snaked down between his thighs, fingers slipping into his slit. One finger, two fingers, three fingers.
It wasn't enough, and he pushed his whole fist into his cunt. He enjoyed the brief intrusion but it still wasn't enough to fill the hollowness in his womb. Dan Heng rolled over to get a better angle and kept thrusting, biting his tongue so that his neighbors wouldn't hear through the building's shitty soundproofing. Despite growing up in a sex tourist town, Dan Heng still wanted to preserve his remaining dignity.
“Ah!~♡ Hah~ hah~ I came…”
He stared at the bright sheen of his slick dripping on the wood of his footboard. Down to the dark splotches all the way to his cunt. Then at his fist.
Normally, he was able to satisfy himself by climaxing once. Dan Heng sank further into his pillows, letting out a groan of anguish.
He… he needs something bigger. Deeper even. Touching him in places that should have killed him but didn't.
And he also needs to go check the orphanage garden later. He's also a month behind debt and judging by the missing persons flyers with his face plastered around the residential area, Bailey was looking for him.
The next morning he put on a short hooded white coat and a pair of lowrise cargos, ignoring how he no longer needed a belt to strap them to his hips. He also ignored the way his leotard wedged between his lower lips, and how the material stretched thin over his chest.
There's no way he could afford top surgery.
After moving out of the orphanage and into the flats on Barb Street, he wasn't surprised to know he still owed Bailey money. So now he had his preexisting debt and his rent to pay. Thankfully rent money was a monthly affair, and he paid a visit to the superintendent's office before setting off to the orphanage.
Now that he thought about it, it was strange how Bailey wasn't camping by his flat like he usually would once a week.
Deciding to procrastinate on confronting his former caretaker, Dan Heng hopped over the fence and into the orphanage's garden. The plots seem to have improved in soil quality, and were full to the brim with budding pink colored roses.
Felix was also there, watering the plots. Their fox ears twitched at the sound of Dan Heng's feet padding the ground, and they looked up at him with an excited expression.
“You're back!” Felix beamed, “and I was thinking you'd stayed at the farm a little longer.”
Dan Heng blushed, and instead picked up a watering can to water the other dry plots. Then it dawned on him.
“You've been to the farm?”
“Yup, it took me five days to tame the centaurs, then I swam up the river and hitched a ride, did you know Bailey will sell you to the underground brothel if you refuse to pay him a fourth time” Felix casually said as if they were talking about the weather instead of what was a traumatic kidnapping incident.
“It was so easy to escape, but all I got from that was a shirt that had the word ‘slut’ on it.” Of course it was easy to escape, when you know how to pick prison grade locks!
With two people tending the garden, they were able to finish up in record time. Felix had the joy of recounting all of their misadventures. Including how they turned into a fox after stealing so many treasures from the manors out of town.
When Dan Heng and Felix entered the main hall, one of the orphans mopping the floors saw him.
Her eyes widened with recognition, and slowly turned teary. Her mop clattered on the floor, alarming the other orphans who soon noticed Dan Heng as well.
“It's you!” the other young residents gathered around him. “We thought you'd never come back!” Dan Heng awkwardly patted their heads in reassurance.
Eventually the hubbub died down and they were once again returning to their chores under Felix's insistence.
“By the way, hyungie, peepaw is in his office talking to these guys. If you're wondering. I think they're tourists or something.” Felix then said.
“Is that so? No wonder he wasn't knocking at my door at the break of dawn. Did you hear what they were discussing?”
“Dunno. Wanna find out?”
They arrive at the entrance to Bailey's office. Muffled voices could be heard at the other side of the door, so Dan Heng and Felix stuck their ears to the wood to eavesdrop on the conversation.
“... Even if you are willing to pay his debt in full, that brat has been missing for an entire month. Unless he…” Bailey's voice faded for a while.
Dan Heng then heard a woman's voice speak.
“Well that's certainly not a problem at all… you see Bladie here…”
Felix looked at Dan Heng curiously, but he ignored them.
Just as they were going to eavesdrop more, Bailey's voice drew closer to the door.
Felix and Dan Heng almost stumbled when the door opened inwards, and they managed to catch each other.
They were met with Bailey’s startled expression.
“Oh my, he did indeed make a miraculous return!” The woman's voice said with delight.
“Hi Mr. Bossman!” Felix greeted cheerfully. Then they waved at the other occupants in the office.
When Bailey finally recovered he sneered at Dan Heng.
“So you finally decided to come back. Where the hell have you been?” Then he clicked his tongue in annoyance, “you know what, I don't care. Get inside.”
The caretaker ushered him into the office, then he turned to Felix.
“And you.”
“Me?” Felix asked innocently.
Bailey took some time to think of something clever to say.
“Just go do whatever you were doing. I don't care.”
“Okii, bye hyungie! See you next Sunday Mr. Bossman.”
Bailey closed the door to his office, then dusted his hands off of whatever trouble that might ensue with Felix involved, and turned back to regard Dan Heng.
“Do you have any idea how much trouble your arse put me through, brat?”
“Aw, so you do care, Daddy Bailey.”
“Never use those two words in the same sentence.”
“Right, right you only care that I make you money. So you're pimping me out to these tourists? I thought these types go for teenagers.”
“Why don't you shut your smart mouth?”
Dan Heng made a mouth zipping motion, then took to loitering by a nearby window to finally look at the three other people in the room.
One well dressed woman, a girl who looked around Felix's age carrying a handheld gaming console, and a man with long dark hair with his identity concealed by a pair of sunglasses and a face mask— he looked both like a model and a homeless man at the same time.
The girl briefly stared at Dan Heng and her eyes suddenly had a look of horror, the pink bubblegum she was blowing popped and she whispered to the man:
“Aiyo unc I thought your ex was a dragon boy not a cow.”
She then went back to playing with her console when the man said nothing and avoided looking at Dan Heng.
Dan Heng's cow tail flicked with annoyance. The man was boring holes into him with his stare. Honestly, instead of making more holes, he should start filling the three existing holes in Dan Heng's body. Just to fuck with him, Dan Heng's eyes flitted between the man's chest and crotch, and squinted. He was well covered with a trenchcoat but that wasn't going to stop Dan Heng from making a man insecure about the size of his dick. He knows it's immature but it's still funny that he stifled a laugh.
The woman seemed to be the ringleader of this group and did most of the talking and paperwork with Bailey. She also had a few briefcases next to her— ohh these tourists were ‘rich’ rich. Hopefully they don't regret buying him like the last one did. Bailey probably wouldn't give them a refund— truly this is the greed they talk about in the scripture.
Once the ‘purchase’ was finished and Dan Heng was successfully released from Bailey’s debt, the woman got up from her seat and motioned for him to join her group. To which Dan Heng did as they exited the office.
The man quickly walked by his side— Dan Heng didn't even have to crane his neck to know just how tall this guy was relative to himself. Which is just unfair, honestly, but he could rest easy knowing there are three other orphans who were taller than this man.
An arm snaked around his waist possessively, Dan Heng almost pulled away. But he couldn't, since the man was obviously stronger than him. He was pulled flush against the man's body, and holy shit he was a furnace. Dan Heng definitely let out a low moo, because what the fuck this is better than the orphanage’s shitty heating system. If the man heard it, his mask was doing a great job at being a mask.
The woman— whose name he learned was Kafka— entered the driver's seat of a black car, while the girl— Silverwolf— took the front passenger seat, while the man— who the woman calls Bladie— and himself had the back seat all to themselves. Something that definitely doesn't have any sort of sexual implications at all. In this town? Not at all!
Dan Heng watched as the orphanage slowly turned into a blur, moving further and further away from him. It was sort of nostalgic. ‘Bladie’ wasted no time being handsy with him, burying his face between Dan Heng's breasts. Now another weight was added on top of him, as if the two glorified milkbags on his chest wasn't enough. The man's calloused hands fondled the massive expanse of flesh through the elastic fabric, causing milk to dampen his leotard.
He noticed Kafka staring at him with the rearview mirror, her strange pupilless eyes belie an amused expression.
“Aren't you curious where we're taking you? Or perhaps why you are here in the first place.” she asked.
“From a personal experience, maybe as a housekeeper who doubles as a bangmaid. You came to this town after all.” Dan Heng shrugged, a possessive squeeze made him narrow his eyes, “though why me specifically? People usually go for the younger and less missing orphans here.”
“Indeed, why you?” She pondered.
“Do you believe in destiny?”
“I don't know, do you believe in a secret cult owned by a billionaire who happens to have a kink for turning people into cattle? Just get straight to the point, is the guy next to me the one who wants to fuck me or not?”
Another possessive squeeze.
“My, my, how crude of you.”
“Blade I thought your ex was a lot less vulgar than this,” Silverwolf muttered loudly in the front. Naturally ‘Bladie’— or apparently Blade— didn't respond, unless you count the muffled noise he let out.
“And I don't know what you're talking about, because if you didn't know, I'm twenty years old. It would be logically impossible for me to have been in a relationship since, one, I have never left the UK. And two, I wouldn't have even entered puberty— let alone be allowed to leave the nursery to form any form of relationships with older men.”
Bailey might be one of the least ethical men, but at least he draws the line somewhere.
“Well we're not exactly privy to Bladie’s past with you. That being said, it had been planned for us to find and acquire you, by our boss. He calls himself Destiny's Slave. And he knows that you would be of great help to our dear Bladie should we get our hands on you.”
Her lips curled in a beatific smile.
“And I think we could both agree that any place would be better than here, don't you think?”
It was a rhetorical question that Dan Heng was automatically inclined to agree with.
“Have you ever been to space, Dan Heng?”
The road out of town stretched farther than he would ever go, past the farmlands and the moor where he knew Remy's farm hid in plain sight.
The car arrives somewhere in the middle of nowhere, parking off the road. If nowhere had a landmark that was a spaceship that looked straight out of a video game, this would be it. Dan Heng would gape in awe, if it weren't for Blade getting too comfortable with molesting his body. He doubted that he could get this grown man off of him even if Blade let him. He's just so damn heavy, there's not enough room in his body for three dead weights.
During the ride, Dan Heng gleaned plenty of information from Kafka. Most of them were inferred from context clues.
As far as he knew, Kafka, Silverwolf, and Blade were part of a group called the Stellaron Hunters— there's another member who's either called Sam or Firefly but she was in the ‘starskiff’ due to her weak immune system or something— and they were all under the management of a guy named Elio. This Elio had the ability to see the future and used those visions to aid in preventing the Universe’s destruction at the hand of an ‘Aeon’.
“You still haven't told me why Blade needs me to be his personal bangmaid,” Dan Heng said as the airlock behind him sealed shut, officially severing his connection to the town.
Kafka's expression turned unreadable.
“Bladie has a… certain condition. One that doesn't allow him to properly die even if you put him through the most certain of deaths.”
“Kafka's just trying to say Blade's immortal and went insane,” Silverwolf interrupted. She then disappeared somewhere in the hallway, likely to avoid having to look at the two adult men entangled like a pair of clingy lovers.
“Marastruck is what they call it. It's no different to an elderly person suffering from age related cognitive loss. While the body can technically live for hundreds of years, their minds will eventually fail.”
“So… space Alzheimer's.’ Dan Heng concluded.
“Essentially,” Kafka agreed, “but where it differs comes from the fact that Mara was the byproduct of the Aeon, Yaoshi the Abundance.”
“Magical space Alzheimer's. I see,” Dan Heng did not see, “but why me? You don't seem to be having trouble with him.”
“Bladie's docile at the moment. Let's say it's a cocktail of sedatives and hypnotism that prevents him from having an episode,” she explained, “but it won't be enough in the long-term. According to Elio, your constitution will serve as Blade's new treatment. I'll let you take my words as you will.”
They stop in front of a door, and Blade finally detached from Dan Heng— albeit not hands-wise. The much taller man dragged him into the room, much to Dan Heng's chagrin.
“That's Bladie's temporary residence— as well as yours. At least until we arrive at our slightly more permanent bases. Make yourself at home.”
With Blade in such close proximity, Dan Heng couldn't help but feel arousal bubbling in his belly. His cunt had gotten wet throughout the ride, soaking the bottom of his leotard. Being pinned to a wall and his legs locked around Blade's waist like this didn't help.
Blade went straight for his breasts, a mouth suckling on Dan Heng's still clothed nipple. Dan Heng cried in pain, it was far from gentle. Teeth indented into his nipples while milk squirted into Blade's mouth.
He didn't remain still like a babe, popping the buttons off of his stuffy trench coat and undoing the belt off his pants. For the first time, Blade's dick had sprung back to life, standing proudly erect at twenty-two centimeters.
Then he let go of his abuse against Dan Heng's poor udder, just to ask:
“Like what you see?”
Dan Heng blinked, then looked down to see the view of his breasts obstructing most of what's down there. But judging by the thing pressed up against the length of his belly and reaching his navel, it was Blade's dick.
Dan Heng blinked again, stared at Blade right in the eyes— yeah he was right on the money that he looked like a homeless model, that jawline is just sharp, moo~ oh my god yes smolder me with those eyes— then down at his chest.
Seriously, this is the first thing Blade says?
“You know, I initially thought you were small as a joke, but this is just disappointing.”
“...”
“I had bigger, I'm so sorry. There's just no going back from a horse's cock. I'm so sorry.”
This is just sad, it's honestly just sad. Dan Heng was seriously going to cry. Unless a miracle happened and Blade grew a horse cock somehow, his very human and very average sized dick— in Dan Heng's experience— was not going to fill the void left by the centaurs at Remy's farm. Suddenly Dan Heng regretted escaping in the first place.
He'd been destroyed by horse cock…
Blade, who was more concerned with going back to his senses via drinking bodily, was able to come through the haze of his mara to hear Dan Heng's hysterical words.
He does not recall, in the debts of his past self's memories, the Imbibitor Lunae being a horny sobbing mess. So he was faced with the other's unfamiliar bovine form and more youthful looking face.
He learned the hard way from that general just what fate befell Dan Feng, making him fall into a pit of despair and essentially losing the purpose he was cursed with by that woman. How was he supposed to make the cause of his suffering to pay for their shared sins if said man was dead?
All he was left with was a sword created by his former self, his new long lonely life, and the disease that it brought with it. And then he was given a sliver of hope, joining the Stellaron Hunters with a promise from Destiny's Slave. Though there was once a future where he could die a permanent death, that was now far from reach— the result of the butterfly taking flight and changing the course of the future.
Dan Feng's incarnation will be the cure to his disease— whether it was the result of this Earth’s machinations and/or his species as a Vidyadhara, Blade didn't care. If he couldn't get Dan Feng to pay for their sins, then this incarnation, Dan Heng, will do just fine even if it wasn't in a way that woman wanted.
Dan Heng was weaker than his past incarnation, and admittedly more adorable like this. Despite clearly presenting as a cow— what with the large floppy ears and a small pair of horns on the top of his head— Dan Heng's eyes had more in common with a goat's, being uniquely horizontal and rectangular in shape.
But he definitely had a more vulgar mouth, not his fault considering where he was raised.
It took Blade a while to process what Dan Heng was saying, and when he did, he only felt mildly offended. He wasn't exactly small, so he was more confused than angry at Dan Heng's reaction. Surely it wasn't that bad.
The young man wiggled in place, his hands behind his back to work the zipper on his leotard, his jacket already on the floor.
“Forget it, I'll take what I can get for now, but I'm getting you a strap-on just so I can feel something,” Dan Heng muttered, “and get off my damn nipples! The fibers of my clothes do not enhance the flavour!”
He proceeded to shimmy out of his pants, but with how low waist it was that Blade could see the skin of his hips, there wasn't much to shimmy out of.
Blade was blessed with the sight of Dan Heng's pussy. The fabric of his leotard couldn't even cover both lips with how fat they were, stimulating his clit and labia instead. Slick dribbled out of his slit, looking like a thick cream bun ready to be filled.
Dan Heng lifted himself to position Blade's cock to slide into his cunt. His eyes were puffy with tears while his expression was fixed into a frown. That frown deepened when Blade finally sheathed his full length onto Dan Heng. The amount of natural lubrication eased the process and Dan Heng could feel it in his womb.
Blade chose to speak at this moment.
“See it's not that bad.”
That was the wrong thing to say apparently.
Because Dan Heng was actually crying now. Ugly crying, with snot coming out of his nose and he was utterly incoherent. His hips move involuntarily for stimulation, making Blade groan. It was so tight and warm inside Dan Heng, Blade remembered just how long he had been involuntarily celibate.
“Shut your mouth!” Dan Heng pulled his breast out of his leotard and shoved a nipple into Blade's mouth. “You're not even rearranging my guts properly, how do you expect me to cum from this? The least you can do is to milk your heifer, damnit!”
Whatever Blade had to say was muffled and muted by the taste of sweet and creamy milk pouring straight down his gullet. And for the first time since he became immortal, he was calm of mind and chaos everywhere else.
Not that it changed anything, because he relied mostly on muscle memory to pleasure a completely different body than he was used to.
Blade truly did his best, trying to match Dan Heng's set rhythm. The sound of skin slapping skin reverberated throughout the room, along with broken sobs.
Dan Heng had a fixed frown during the whole ordeal. And the worst part was that he didn't even cum at the end. The worst sex he's had since he lost his virginity to Remy's horses.
Blade really doesn't beat the homeless model allegations, to the point that his room is more sparsely decorated than Dan Heng’s old orphanage room. The room has the bare minimum of a small bed, a sparse wardrobe and a desk where an ominous looking sword was leaning against.
He and Blade did not have sex for several days. In fact he never went as far as drinking from Dan Heng's teat— and when he wasn't, he was nice enough to help him express milk.
Thankfully Blade has a phone that was compatible with interstellar travel, but that's to be expected when you live in space. It's usually passed around like a cig but when it was finally Dan Heng's turn to use it, he polluted the algorithm with monster cock type strap-ons. Then he promptly forgot about it until the phone was once again passed around like a cig.
He will never forget the look of horror in Silverwolf's face when she shoved his phone into his hands and told him that it was modified to be interstellar-compatible. It even had a VPN. How nice of her, she reminded him of ‘Mickey’ in a way. Later Kafka gave him an amused look.
“Blade, I want to have sex.”
Dan Heng said this out of nowhere in the middle of sewing his clothes. He was getting tired of unzipping his leotard just to milk himself, so he decided to convert it to a halter top so he could easily slip one breast out and in. Currently he was topless and pantless, save for his jacket barely maintaining his decency, and sitting on the bed of their current lodgings.
They were at a hotel for a mission. Well Blade was on a mission and Dan Heng was just there to be an emotional support heifer.
Blade paused mid cleaning his sword of grime.
“I was under the impression I was inadequate.”
Dan Heng's face looked relatively nonchalant, but his tail betrayed his true emotions, making a sharp flick. He did not have to look up to see an annoying smirk. Instead he calmly pulled out a box and wordlessly tossed it to Blade, who caught it with one hand.
“That's why your dick is going into the cuck strap.”
When Blade opened the box, he pulled out a strange looking strap-on. The realistically rendered equine penis was made with a synthetic material that made it uncannily similar to the real thing. The wrong end had a hole for Blade's cock to go into, and it's awfully clear just how obvious the size difference between it and his dick had. It was twice the length and girth as his!
Blade stared at Dan Heng expressionlessly. The latter already spread his legs and was overpreparing his already naturally lubricated pussy. Blade sighed, he seriously underestimated this cow's appetite.
“Aren't you going to use it? When I was at the farm, stimulation was a good way to increase farm yield among cattle.” Dan Heng used his fingers to spread his lower lips, “so, won't you be a good farmer, Blade?”
Normally Dan Heng isn't good at the art of seduction. He never needed to, since he relied mostly on being well spoken to persuade people— with mixed results. But Dan Heng had a feeling that Blade would accept his advances simply because it was Dan Heng.
Blade let out an amused huff, there's a bottle of lube as a complementary to the strap. His free hand unzipped his pants, whipping out his dick. Popping the bottle open, he let the viscous fluid run down his shaft. Catching a whiff of the lube’s scent, Blade was certain it came straight from Dan Heng’s body. Simultaneously he pumped his hand up and down until he was erect, veins becoming more pronounced with arousal.
He wasted no time pushing into the strap's weird sleeve until he was snug, then he tugged the belts around his hips.
Dan Heng let out a low moo, watching Blade joining him on the bed.
“You really are incorrigible,” his voice had gone husky, Blade's breath tickling his ear, and the base of Dan Heng's tail shook with delight.
“Going through all this for yourself. Truly the epitome of selfishness.”
Dan Heng was pushed into the sheets, his head sank into the pillows. Blade took the initiative to climb on top of him, and rested Dan Heng's legs on his shoulders. A smirk formed on his lips.
“Fuck… looking at you this way is making me so hard.”
Indeed, who wouldn't resist the sight of Dan Heng's body? Whether this heifer knew it or not, he was subject to the lustful stares of the hotel's patrons. They must feel envious that Blade was the one who got to him first, and they know better to retreat from the murderous gaze he would fix them with.
Dan Heng's breasts splayed to his sides from the weight, droplets of milk forming from his nipples despite being recently milked. His neck was encased with a bronze cowbell, one that Dan Heng had taken to wearing at some point.
With a bandaged hand, Blade caressed Dan Heng's soft belly, slowly tracing the shape of his curves until it rested below his belly button.
The strap was rather heavy, so using his free hand, he hoisted the shaft to align it to Dan Heng's cunt. It pressed against his swollen clit, causing Dan Heng to whimper. His fingers curled to paw at Blade's clothed torso.
He and Blade stared at the massive length. Unlike Blade's actual cock, which was throbbing in the sleeve, the equine penis was best described as an organ scrambler. It should be anatomically impossible for Dan Heng to actually enjoy this size, especially when it could cause tears in his internal organs!
Blade let out a scoff of disbelief, and it went unheard.
Glaring, Dan Heng warned:
“If you don't put that whole thing inside and turn my guts into mush, you're banned from drinking my fluids.”
A light chuckle rumbled from Blade's throat.
“If you say so.”
The flared tip pressed against his pussy, and Blade slowly pushed inside. It wasn't something Yingxing would normally do, but Yingxing didn't have a horse cock as a strap-on. And neither did Blade.
Dan Heng's chest rose and fell, faster and faster as he swallowed inch per inch. His hips began trying to push against it to fully envelope the tip, but Blade simply wasn't cooperating like he wanted. Tears prickled in the corners of his eyes.
“Faster♡ faster♡ Blade I need it inside right now~♡”
Nonstop babbling accompanied by a dribble of spit made Dan Heng more incoherent. Seeing him go insane over an oversized dick amused Blade.
“You better not regret this.” He whispered into Dan Heng's ear, and then he nibbled on the fuzzy cartilage.
“Please, Blade♡ Just put it inside♡” a loud thumping noise could be heard, Dan Heng's tail slapped the cushions in tandem with his current emotions.
“Please~♡ I want… hmnghhh~♡!!”
He could feel the tip kissing his cervix! Dan Heng wasted no time leg locking Blade, taking him off guard.
“Yes yes yes yesyesyes♡♡♡!!!”
And it finally popped in, causing a large bulge to form in his belly
“More♡ Blade♡ More♡ Deeper! Inside♡♡♡♡”
With a surprising burst of strength, Blade and Dan Heng swapped places. Blade was pinned to the bed with Dan Heng's plump thighs straddling his hips.
He was already halfway through the cock and showed no signs of stopping. Even though it looked like he would break, Dan Heng didn't stop helping himself with Blade. One arm was used to hug himself, preventing his breasts from bouncing painfully, while the other held Blade's hand for support. Blade had to watch Dan Heng lose himself to his baser instincts as if he was an actual heifer in heat.
Still he couldn't help but get heady staring at the way Dan Heng's plump pussy lips sucked on his not-dick. It looked so warm and soft, yet tight and clingy.
But it was not on his cock that was receiving this pleasure. The sleeve of the fake horse cock was warm for sure but it was only simulating the sensation of vaginal walls. And his pre-cum coated inside the sleeve. Blood rushed to his cock, causing the synthetic walls to seem to tighten around his girth. Blade groaned under Dan Heng.
He was getting close! So close!
With one final thrust, Dan Heng fully sheathed the cock into his pussy. His body turned taut and slick gushed out of him, spraying Blade in the face.
Blade came a close second next to Dan Heng, filling the sleeve with cum, with some seeping out of it.
Dan Heng struggled to look down, then he scooped some of the cum at the base of Blade's cock.
“Oh my it shimmers!”
And then he tipped his cupped hand into his mouth. Cum dropped down his tongue, the salty taste coating his throat like honey. Dan Heng's eyes rolled to the back of his head in pleasure and he let out a contented moan.
“F-fuck, Dan Heng… You really… really look like a slut right now…” Blade said breathlessly.
“Mnn♡” Dan Heng bent down to Blade's level, but not before letting go of his breasts. They flop down, his teats hovering over Blade's mouth. Beads of milk dropped on his nose.
“Blade~♡” Dan Heng let out a cute moo, “I'm filling up really fast now. Won't you help milk me?”