[Just his luck. Caught redhanded spray painting at the back of the school and now he's got to pay for it with detention. Lea sighs, bag slung over his shoulder, an after pushing open the door to the room he's meant to stay in he huffs and slumps down in a desk farthest away from the teacher's desk. Now to wait for miss whatever her name is to tell him to write lines or whatever it is they do now.]
[Oh please. She knows he has a rap sheet longer than his last essay. That she's been keeping track of. And will be using to torment him with. Don't mind her.
She walks into the classroom in jeans and a shirt that sort of hides her body a little bit.]
What did you get caught doing? Reading dirty magazines?
[Okay, so she wasn't exactly the best girl in the world, but she certainly didn't need prison! The officer had brought her to the station to be questioned. And he was going to do it on his very own. She sat there, in the chair in nothing but jeans and a t-shirt, with her jacket off, and on the chair. She tapped her foot lightly.]
Officer, why am I here? I didn't do anything too illegal.
[She was a flirt. Her hands still handcuffed and her body still moving towards him. Please... this man? He wouldn't last a hot second against her. She shook her head, forcing her hair back.]
[She had no problems being his wife at all. Honestly, it was a good life. He brought home the money, leaving her to do her mechanical things, including fixing up his junk heap of a car that he seemed to think was flashy and cool as fuck. She needed to smack him upside the head a few times.]
Come on. I'm trying some new recipes, aren't you hungry?
[If he wasn't, she'd make him eat it anyways. She'd make him clean his whole plate for making her dress up in his stupid apron that showed off her tits all too nicely. Jesus. She grumbled.]
[She was a very young girl. Sixteen years of age now. And she had fallen head over heels for this man... this man who was, while not champion, an extremely well trained man named Palmer... who looked rather similar to her, at least in the hair color... and she wasn't sure how to feel about that.
Of course... this man was older than she was by a lot. And she wasn't sure how to feel about him much at all.
Today was a different day. Before, she had been far girlier. Not like super girly, but she kept her hair long, and she would wear a little bit of a skirt. Today, completely different.
Palmer might not even recognize her in her blue coat, t-shirt and pants. And even more so? No breasts. Those had disappeared completely.]
[ it's not exactly kosher for a man his age to date a girl Volkner's age, Palmer is entirely aware of that. he's also aware that Volkner is intelligent and mature, as well as pretty. it's only out of familiarity with her face that he recognizes her when she snatches hold of his hand, and for a minute all he can do is stare blankly. ]
[ he leads her to a closed shop; the owner is overseas, stocking up on new materials, and since he and Palmer have known each other for a while... guess who has the key? ]
[Equius wasn't sure how he had ended up here exactly. Perhaps a dream bubble of sorts? But how had he ended up in a dream bubble? The last he could recall he was being in that darned desert land with no escape. And now he was-- well, truthfully he had no idea where he had ended up.
It was completely unfamiliar to him. Sitting awkwardly on the seat he found himself in what appeared to be, some sort of office waiting room? How peculiar.
Not that he wasn't used to awkward things happening to him by this point. He was more worried over the repercussions his sudden arrival brought.
He looked around. Curiously wondering if he should get up and search for someone else to inquire. Or if he should remain seated for an unknown purpose that was waiting in store for him.]
[In truth, he was working underneath a woman who liked to exert her power however possible. At least, that's what this dream bubble was about. Giving him a very good time.
She came out in a man's suit, with a new suit for him. A blue and yellow suit... for females. With pantyhose and a short skirt.]
Put that on, and come into my office. Quickly.
[And then she head into the doors that were behind her and waited for him.]
[Still somewhat fuzzy-minded to the whole ordeal when Volkner came in, he stared blankly past the dense shades of his glasses as she tossed the outfit towards him. So odd, he had never quite seen an outfit like this before. He wasn't even sure if it was going to fit him properly, his own frame quite large and bulky, without any of the curves that he noticed this wardrobe possessing when he held it up.]
Uh, of course.
[Still somewhat flustered he none the less obeyed. He was never one to turn down a sudden order. Even if he wasn't sure why such orders were being given to him. Waiting for when she turned around to leave before finally removing the shirt off his back. Next came the shorts and cleats. It took a bit to unbuckle his own garters though, removing the pinstripe leggings that usually came with his outfit.
A skirt was not something he would usually wear, but he was not completely opposed to it. And sure enough, the wardrobe was a bit of a snug fit. But as he pulled the pantyhose up over his blue boxer-briefs, he shifted it about to make it still look presentable. Finally taking his stand and making his way over to the very room he saw the human female walk through. The glasses remained on.]
You request my presence, ma'am?
[It was not often he gave such politeness to a human. But she seemed to be in some sort of authoritative position.]
[The stretchy material had only gone to exemplify his already large overly muscled and masculine form. A bit startled to receive such stern, if not somewhat questionable orders upon entry.]
P-problem, ma'am?
[Despite the obvious hesitance and question in his expression he none the less listened. He was not sure why he was being forced to preform something as lewd as removing his own undergarments, especially as he had only just put on the pantyhose, but he was never one to deny a superiors orders either. Even if he wasn't quite sure if she was his superior or not just yet. Human class structure had always eluded him.
Bending down over the desk, he fit his thumbs under the elastic of both the tights and his undergarments. Pulling them down until her felt them fall to the floor with their own weight.]
Is there something wrong?
[His own nervousness to the situation was obvious. Tone muscled legs already lined with beads of sweat.]
[She stood up and moved behind him, making him stay laid against the desk.]
Very. But don't worry. I'll fix it.
[And before he knew it, there was something large pushed inside of him. A hose. And he got looked over while it was pushed in, going all the way inside, right up to his stomach.
And then... it turned on.
And something warm and sticky was pumped into his stomach, filling him up.]
[The sudden sensation had taken Equius completely off guard, his body tensing almost immediately. He was not sure what to expect, and to have the cold metal of the hose push into him was a completely alerting experience.]
H-Horse-WHAT!?
[Despite the anger in his voice, his embarrassment was all too obvious. Dark blue staining his cheeks as his legs quivered at the unnerving thought. Unable to help but reflexively feel his own body squeeze at the nozzle within him.
His eyes closed almost immediately to the rush of warm liquid as it began to fill him up. His grip tightening on the desk, mouth hanging open, as the felt the pressure press and expand at him forcefully.]
I-It's too much! I-if you put in too much I -I'll--!!!
[He wasn't able to muster out the rest of his sentence tough. A sharp hiss of breath taking him over as he felt it stretch and fill him. Cum already beginning to seep out in bits from his hole and drip down along his thighs.]
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She walks into the classroom in jeans and a shirt that sort of hides her body a little bit.]
What did you get caught doing? Reading dirty magazines?
[And that was number one on the rap sheet.]
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Lea ruffles up his hair.]
Not today. Left those at home.
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[She's keeping it simple here.]
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Are you just gonna sit here interrogating me all day?
[In other words, yes. He might have done that. Big deal. He's a growing boy!]
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[She smirks.]
What's the point if you're just bored? Stand up.
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Why?
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Punishment for pantsing two freshmen.
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Officer, why am I here? I didn't do anything too illegal.
[She was a flirt. Her hands still handcuffed and her body still moving towards him. Please... this man? He wouldn't last a hot second against her. She shook her head, forcing her hair back.]
Come on. Be kind to me.
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[She had no problems being his wife at all. Honestly, it was a good life. He brought home the money, leaving her to do her mechanical things, including fixing up his junk heap of a car that he seemed to think was flashy and cool as fuck. She needed to smack him upside the head a few times.]
Come on. I'm trying some new recipes, aren't you hungry?
[If he wasn't, she'd make him eat it anyways. She'd make him clean his whole plate for making her dress up in his stupid apron that showed off her tits all too nicely. Jesus. She grumbled.]
Or did I just waste food? Again?
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Of course... this man was older than she was by a lot. And she wasn't sure how to feel about him much at all.
Today was a different day. Before, she had been far girlier. Not like super girly, but she kept her hair long, and she would wear a little bit of a skirt. Today, completely different.
Palmer might not even recognize her in her blue coat, t-shirt and pants. And even more so? No breasts. Those had disappeared completely.]
Palmer, let's go.
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V?
[ what was happening here? ]
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[She doesn't say it too loudly just yet.]
Don't ask questions in public. I'm not going to answer them.
[Clearly, take her some place private.]
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Then let's go.
[ Palmer gestures over his shoulder. ]
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[She'll follow behind him, brushing her hair back as she keeps his pace.]
Where are we going?
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In here.
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[She moves, snatching the key from his hand and opening up the shop.]
What kind of place is this?
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[ Palmer chuckles, stepping to the side to give her room. ]
It's a herbal potion shop. Some folks from Celestic decided to expand their business a little.
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oh al
shut up
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bites
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deal
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now who is the rude one
uhm still you...
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yup
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It was completely unfamiliar to him. Sitting awkwardly on the seat he found himself in what appeared to be, some sort of office waiting room? How peculiar.
Not that he wasn't used to awkward things happening to him by this point. He was more worried over the repercussions his sudden arrival brought.
He looked around. Curiously wondering if he should get up and search for someone else to inquire. Or if he should remain seated for an unknown purpose that was waiting in store for him.]
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She came out in a man's suit, with a new suit for him. A blue and yellow suit... for females. With pantyhose and a short skirt.]
Put that on, and come into my office. Quickly.
[And then she head into the doors that were behind her and waited for him.]
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Uh, of course.
[Still somewhat flustered he none the less obeyed. He was never one to turn down a sudden order. Even if he wasn't sure why such orders were being given to him. Waiting for when she turned around to leave before finally removing the shirt off his back. Next came the shorts and cleats. It took a bit to unbuckle his own garters though, removing the pinstripe leggings that usually came with his outfit.
A skirt was not something he would usually wear, but he was not completely opposed to it. And sure enough, the wardrobe was a bit of a snug fit. But as he pulled the pantyhose up over his blue boxer-briefs, he shifted it about to make it still look presentable. Finally taking his stand and making his way over to the very room he saw the human female walk through. The glasses remained on.]
You request my presence, ma'am?
[It was not often he gave such politeness to a human. But she seemed to be in some sort of authoritative position.]
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Now, you bend over, and remove your underwear. And we'll take care of your little problem.
[What was the problem? She didn't say. But the look on her face screamed that he should do it or face consequences.]
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P-problem, ma'am?
[Despite the obvious hesitance and question in his expression he none the less listened. He was not sure why he was being forced to preform something as lewd as removing his own undergarments, especially as he had only just put on the pantyhose, but he was never one to deny a superiors orders either. Even if he wasn't quite sure if she was his superior or not just yet. Human class structure had always eluded him.
Bending down over the desk, he fit his thumbs under the elastic of both the tights and his undergarments. Pulling them down until her felt them fall to the floor with their own weight.]
Is there something wrong?
[His own nervousness to the situation was obvious. Tone muscled legs already lined with beads of sweat.]
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Very. But don't worry. I'll fix it.
[And before he knew it, there was something large pushed inside of him. A hose. And he got looked over while it was pushed in, going all the way inside, right up to his stomach.
And then... it turned on.
And something warm and sticky was pumped into his stomach, filling him up.]
It's horse sperm. To fill you right up.
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H-Horse-WHAT!?
[Despite the anger in his voice, his embarrassment was all too obvious. Dark blue staining his cheeks as his legs quivered at the unnerving thought. Unable to help but reflexively feel his own body squeeze at the nozzle within him.
His eyes closed almost immediately to the rush of warm liquid as it began to fill him up. His grip tightening on the desk, mouth hanging open, as the felt the pressure press and expand at him forcefully.]
I-It's too much! I-if you put in too much I -I'll--!!!
[He wasn't able to muster out the rest of his sentence tough. A sharp hiss of breath taking him over as he felt it stretch and fill him. Cum already beginning to seep out in bits from his hole and drip down along his thighs.]
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