Dee_DubbleYew

  You are zipping up your pants as you leave the pens, the sound of a train being run on a fresh whore echoing behind you. You are Quinn, and you’ve just finished showing what happens when someone breaks the w.

  “Lord, giving her the honor of bearing one of our own was…cheap, in a way.”

  “Monday, you’re too proud. Lady Quinn was doing what she could to help alleviate her debt. Lady, I hope that you’ll enjoy the advancements we’ve—“

  “Lord Quinn!”

  You turn around. There’s Halloween, followed by a cute little incubus in a big blue hoodie reaching his knees, avoiding your gaze.

  “Halloween, Labor. How have you two been doing?”

  “Pretty fucken’ great. But Labor misses you while you’re gone, so I brought him along to get him to sodomize you!”

  D’awww. Labor is blushing. And Halloween’s foul tongue is endearing as always.

  “And I thought: ‘Hey, might as well get Lord Quinn to cocksock me instead of being a gentle bitch about it.’”

  You chuckle and pick her up so she can look at you at eye-level.

  “We’re a bit strapped for time, so we can do it while we walk.”

  You wave your thick ass to Labor, and he nervously grabs on as his pecker lines up with your asshole. You smirk at Halloween and she gives you a toothy smile. Her DESIRE spawns a molted horsedick half her size, the width of a fist.

  “Oh yessss.”

  She wiggles out of your grasp and lowers herself onto your massive dick. Your massive cock spreads her apart until there’s an impression poking through her abdomen. She turns around so her back faces you and intertwines her legs with Labor.

  “Fffuck.”

  You take a few steps as Halloween colpsed on your rod, each step thrusting into her, bringing Labor’s dick into your tight hole. Halloween cusses and pants as her body is held up by nothing more than your dick, each step bringing you into her, and Labor into you as he whines in pleasure. Feeling your dick being enveloped by her tiny body as a length thrusts into your pucker prompts you to start thrusting harder.

  You grab her by the horns and start using her as a massive fleshlight, pleasuring your length with her small body. Halloween pants and drools as she holds up victory sign with both hands as you parade her through the street. You thrust out, your penis to splitting through her pussy, pulling Labor into your asshole.

  Flexing your kegels, you swing Halloween up and begin bouncing her on you.

  Your tits bounce as you do this strange walk through the street, citizens stopping to masturbate at the sight of you. Every time you send Halloween a few inches up your length, she pulls Labor’s prick deeper inside your ass. He’s so small you can barely feel him through your fat ass, but your taint is grabbing on and not letting go.

  “Yea-ah-ah!” Halloween ughs as her eyes roll back and tongue sticks out like a little slut. “I’m the one getting fucked! Quinn, give me a harem! I want to be impregnated with imps that’ll gangbang me whenever I want! Maybe then I’ll get bigger tits!”

  Aha! An opportunity!

  You lean closer to her, pressing your breasts against her back.

  “Nothing is free, Halloween. I’ll give you your imps…But only if you care for the greenhouses with them. Can’t spend all your time beating up others.”

  “Yes! Fine! Just make me pregnant!”

  You ugh and thrust harder into her, bouncing you onto your rod. Labor hums and squeals as your lunges pull him farther up your ass. Your tongue is poking out and you push Hallow down on your cock by her horns causing her tiny pussy to cmp onto you harder.

  "Are you gonna cum? Do it now, cum!”

  Your dick twitches as you fuck her insides in a frenzy, pre leaking into her. Labor sighs as he unleashes his load in your pucker and lets go of your ass.

  Cum blows into Halloween’s uterus and she moans in ecstasy. A swelling of her tiny abdomen grows as your hot load fills her until it reaches the size of a basketball. She sighs in delight as she rubs her stomach, hand on her now outie belly button.

  “I thought I was getting a hare—eh!?”

  You start bouncing her on your dick again, pinching her swollen nipples, milk dribbling down her small, pregnant frame. You pull her closer to you and whisper in her ear.

  “Everyone’s looking at you being speared on my dick. They’re watching a pregnant little slut get ballooned with imps.”

  It’s true. You may not have a lot of citizens, but there are enough on the street to stop and watch. In some cases, they masturbate openly.

  Halloween cums, cmping down on your shaft again, causing you to release your spunk once more. She starts weighing heavily on your dick, so you’re forced to crab-walk with her down the street.

  Her shouts of ‘Give it to me!’, ‘Cocksock me more, you whore!’, and ‘I want more!’ slowly devolve with each impregnation into wails and moans of bliss. Soon enough, you’re pushing her swollen frame along the ground, her stomach so rge that her feet can’t touch the ground.

  She’s still ft though.

  Even with each spurt of jizz enters her and grows an imp in her den uterus. Though her dark nipples are streaming milk constantly, she’s as ft as ever.

  Labor tugs at your hand and points towards Hallow’s tight pucker. You smile and lift him up. He sits on your dick, his own cute penis poised at Hallow’s asshole.

  Smiling, you thrust in slowly, pushing him with your tits. He spears the shorty’s ass with his cute dick as your horsecock causes her pregnant frame to ripple. Her stretched pussy contracts and you lick your lips as you cum at the same time as Labor. She swells up one final time, squealing instinctively. Hallow’s eyes are gzed over as you pull out and your dick disappears.

  A steady stream of cum dribbles from her holes, down her swollen belly and pooling onto the ground.

  You look at a Labor.

  “When she comes to, you’ll remind her of her promise, right?”

  Labor nods and holds Halloween’s hand. It may not seem like it, but besides you, Labor is the only one Halloween listens to without question.

  She’s either a bitch or a massive troll, with a soft spot for you and her quiet brother. You reapparate clothes onto yourself and get back to Sunday and Monday as a brave few of the crowd ejacute on Halloween.

  On people, that would be insulting, but considering sexual fluids are food for demons, it may as well be a tip for good performance. You’re pretty close to the media tower, so it’s only a short walk to your destination.

  Monday is smirking at you and Halloween.

  “It is good that she knows her pce as a broodmother.”

  You flick Monday’s forehead, making her flinch.

  “I don’t see any of you as anything more than my children. You are all equal in my eyes. That was nothing more than giving my daughter a present for promising to do her duties. Being born a few weeks before her means practically nothing. She’s got enough of a Napoleonic complex as it is.”

  Monday looks down shamefully and apologizes.

  “What is a Napoleonic complex?” Sundays asks on your way to the distillery.

  “A stereotype.” You've already expined the Oedipus and Electra complex. "Where a short person is aggressive because they are short."

  “But Labor himself disproves that theorem.” Sunday raises an eyebrow.

  “Didn’t say it was accurate.” You shrug. “If anything, Halloween’s a lol—Y’know what, forget that. I’ve done enough damage by giving you guys anime.”

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