Putty of Karola
Copyright© 2026 by BrazoJapa
Chapter 15: Orgasmic Weapons
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 15: Orgasmic Weapons - On the planet Karola, where only women exist, sex is forbidden... Will Putty, a completely depraved sex offender, suffer the consequences of her actions? WARNING: Contains extreme scatology!
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Reluctant Lesbian Fiction Crime Aliens Incest Sister Orgy Black Female Analingus Bestiality Enema Fisting Lactation Pregnancy Scatology Squirting Water Sports Clergy Foot Fetish Public Sex
The Sun rose lazily over the farm in Xotaville, painting the sky in warm tones as the rooster began its morning crow. But the sound came out strange, interrupted by gurgles and tremors: Putty was on all fours behind it, her mouth firmly pressed against the animal’s tight little asshole.
Her long, flexible tongue invaded deep inside, swirling and sucking with delight, licking every hot little wrinkle while the rooster squirmed, clucking with pleasure mixed with the effort of crowing. Putty moaned softly against the flesh, savoring the salty, animal taste filling her mouth.
— What a delicious breakfast ... hot shit straight from the cloaca. — she murmured between licks, her wet pussy dripping onto the ground.
In the sisters’ bedroom, Püia woke up with a groan, rubbing her pink eyes. The room was an overload of cuteness: stuffed animals piled on the bed, pink and white frilled curtains, soft sheets covered in delicate patterns. She frowned, still feeling out of place in that sea of frills.
— This looks like a five-year-old princess’s bedroom... — she grumbled, swinging her legs out of bed.
Pôia was already up, wearing her impeccable black-and-white maid uniform, her blue hair perfectly arranged. She smiled sweetly when she saw her sister wake up.
— Good morning, Püia. Today is our first day working together. Let’s get ready and I’ll show you everything properly.
Püia huffed but put on the identical uniform, reluctantly adjusting the short skirt. The two left the room, and Pôia explained the routines in a low, careful voice: sweep the kitchen, tidy the bedrooms, wash the dishes, take care of the smaller crops.
They reached the master bedroom. When Püia opened the door, she froze as if she’d been punched. The room was a scatological battlefield: sheets soaked in creamy, viscous cum that was still slowly dripping ... walls splattered with yellow urine forming small vertical streams ... lots of slimy vomit in scattered puddles, and pasty brown diarrhea covering the floor, the furniture, and even parts of the ceiling.
The smell was thick, an intoxicating mix of sweat, piss, vomit, and creamy shit, all infused with a kind of residual pleasure. Püia felt her stomach churn.
— My God ... this is ... this is impossible to clean! — she exclaimed, her legs weakening. She collapsed onto the floor, eyes wide with shock.
Pôia let out a light giggle, covering her mouth: — Calm down, little sis ... I was like that at first too. But you’ll see, once you start it becomes routine. And ... sometimes I even enjoy cleaning certain little bits.
She winked, discreetly licking a creamy leftover bit of shit she found on the doorframe, feeling a shiver of arousal run through her body. Püia stared at her in horror but eventually took her sister’s outstretched hand and stood up.
The two grabbed buckets, cloths, and cleaning products and began the cleanup. Püia grumbled the whole time as she scrubbed a pasty stain from the mattress.
— How can someone get this filthy? I’m going to kill someone... — But Pôia just smiled, working calmly and even humming softly.
Outside, Putty had switched targets: now she was lying on her back underneath the cow, mouth wide open directly under the animal’s voluminous asshole. The cow mooed softly, relaxing its muscles, and a hot, pasty flood of diarrhea began pouring straight into the alien’s throat. She swallowed in big gulps, feeling the creamy brown liquid fill her mouth and slide down her esophagus, slightly swelling her belly like a soft, elastic balloon.
— Mmm ... it’s so thick and warm ... more, cow, give me more! — she moaned, licking her dirty lips as the cascade continued, splattering her face and red hair.
Mary and Joan approached, still sleepy. Mary, in her usual short blue dress, came skipping along with her freckles shining in the sun, her pigtails bouncing, and smiled.
— Putty! We’re going into town to buy some things. Wanna come?
Joan wore a loose shirt that left her heavy, flaccid breasts exposed: — It’ll be quick. Feed for the animals, some seeds ... maybe some cleaning products...
Putty stood up, still with brown paste stuck in the corners of her mouth: — Sure! But I’ll run ahead. I want to test these new powers.
Joan laughed: — You’re crazy. Alright, see you there.
Mary and Joan got into the noisy red pickup truck while Putty shot off at superhuman speed.
She arrived in town minutes earlier, her red latex dress clinging to her body like a second skin, highlighting her hard nipples, the plump volume of her always-wet pussy, and the eager folds of her asshole.
Pedestrians stopped to stare and comment: — Look at her ... what a scandalous outfit!
— She looks like she walked straight out of a porno...