Chapter 129

“Faster, Cella!” one bunny girl encouraged the other as she held her hand tightly and practically dragged her through the fucked streets of Klapsus while dodging ropes of cum that flew form random directions.

“Wait up, Luna!” the other bunny girl cried. She was a little shorter than her friend and had a harder time keeping pace while her bigger breasts bounced with each hurried.

“Ohhn, harder! Harder!” a beastkin girl moaned while getting squeezed between two strong men who fucked her from the front and behind while standing, sharing the tight beastkin female with a cock of her own.

Holding tightly onto the man who fucked her pussy, the beastkin had her throbbing cock wedged between two pieces of flesh, grinding against the flesh of two hot, horny creatures, making her pleasure even greater.

In spite of already cumming more times than the beastkin girl could count, each thrust of cock into her ass and pussy milked a few more drops of cum out of her new, throbbing cock. And as the pace of the two men pounding her like the bitch in heat that she was kept increasing, the beastkin felt another orgasm build within her.

“Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, fucking yess~!” the beastkin threw her head back when a pleasant wave washed over her and she saw stars once again. Tight sensations from her ass, pure bliss from within her clamping pussy and twitching waves form her new piece of meat that made her entire body shudder. The beastkin girl’s cock erupted with cum, spraying her tits and body as well as the body of the man who just kept on thrusting like a man possessed until he creampied her needy cunt once more.

That was one of the countless scenes which Cella and Luna ran past, seeking shelter.

“Oh, no,” Luna gasped in despair when the way ahead was blocked by an orgy of men, women fucking each other in whichever way they seemed fun in the moment, as long as they could stick their cock into something tight. Fucking, sucking, getting fucked, getting sucked off—they moaned and laughed, passing each other around, and snorting lines of black powder off each other’s cocks.

Another way blocked for the two desperate bunny girls.

“We should have stayed inside,” Cella said with tears in her eyes and gripped her friend tighter.

How could they have known? Though there hasn’t been a day in Klapsus without people fucking in the open for years now, nothing indicated that something like this would unfold. Men with two dicks fucking any hole they could find, women growing dicks of their own and losing their minds while cumming nonstop from fucking or getting fucked while jerking themselves off and swallowing their own cum ... Luna didn’t dare confess her true feelings while enjoying Cella’s arms around her body.

No! Luna shook her head, clenched her fists in determination and moved out of Cella’s grasp. I can’t let Cella be treated like this! I can’t let her turn into ... That.

“Over here!” Luna told Cella and charged the nearest door she saw to get off the streets.

With a loud bang Luna smashed open the door with her shoulder and broke inside.

“Come on!” Luna signaled to Cella, who stared at the orgy in front of her, before finally waking up from her daze and following Luna inside.

Luna then shut the door behind them, having to put some force to wedge the damaged door back into the frame.

“We should be safe—”

“Oooh that feels fucking amazing!!” Luna heard a man’s pleased groan and finally saw what she really did not want to see. A muscular man on his knees, ecstatic face against the floor, jerking off his two cocks with both hands while a big-tittied woman fucked him form behind with a big fat cock of her own.

“Ohh, fresh meat,” the futa dom said with a predatory grin, her tits bouncing to the rhythm of her thrusts.

“She’s not your meat!” Luna shouted, holding Cella closer.

“We’re all meat for fucking in this city,” the futa dom said. “Isn’t that right, dear?”

“Yes, I’m your fuckmeat!” the man moaned while cum ozzed from his hard cocks.

Luna saw a glass window across the room with the view of a street on the other side and said, “Fuck that!”

In her desperation, the choice was obvious. Luna grabbed Cella, ran across the room, past the couple who didn’t care enough to stop them, and jumped through the glass window, smashing the glass into a thousand pieces.

Luna broke through the glass window with her back, holding Cella tightly to her belly, shielding her from the razor-sharp shards. Luna fell on the ground and grimaced from the stings when the fall sunk several pieces of glass deeper into her side and left arm. But with ropes of cum already flying overhead, Luna had no time to lay there on the ground and weep.

Covering Cella from the stray shots, Luna took a look around her. Four threesomes to the right, a cornucopia of flesh and cocks to the left. In front of her Luna saw a woman pressing against the window of a house opposite the one she just broke through. The woman had her face and breasts pressed tight against the glass as she shot rope after rope of cum all over the glass, tainting it milky white while moaning in cross-eyed bliss.

Luna rose to her feet and guided Cella to the nearest, and only safe spot she saw: a dark alley. As she ran high on adrenaline, Luna didn’t even notice the countless pieces sticking out of her half-naked back and the thin fabric of her crop bra. Only once she and her bunny girl friend were as safe from the cocks and cum as they could be, on the farthest end of a dead-end alley, did Luna finally collapse to her knees as the pain washed over her.

“Luna!!” Cella cried out when she saw what poor state her friend was and dropped on her knees next to her. “Oh, your arm ... Your back ... And shoulder...”

Luna’s shoulder was bruised and swollen from when she used it to charge through the closed door, and she had more cuts and bruises on her body than Cella could count. Luna’s condition was so bad, that, at first, Cella didn’t even notice Luna’s most prized possession.

“Your ears!!” Cella broke down in tears. Luna’s beautiful, long fluffy ears were mangled and dirty. “Hold on! I’ll fix them right up!”

Cella put her hands together, brought them to Luna’s ears and murmured an incantation. A faint green glow formed at the palms of Cella’s hands, and she began healing Luna’s ears. Luna’s body was alright, well-kept and fit, but whose wasn’t in this city? Her A-cups were nothing to write home about, and she was often rash, as well as rude to others. But those ears ... Cella fell in love with Luna’s ears as soon as she first laid eyes on them. The novice healer made sure to restore Luna’s ears to perfect condition before she even would consider dealing with the shards of glass sticking out of the bunny girl’s body.

The moans and cries of pleasure coming from the streets never ceased. Even in this far, dark corner, Luna could hear them clearly, all around her, moaning while they stuck their new dicks into whichever hole they desired.

Must be nice, Luna thought, overcome by melancholy, imagining sticking it into a hole she desperately craved. Absentmindedly indulging in their base animalistic desires ... Doing as they please, thinking only of themselves and what they want.

But what about the one they’re fucking? Do they care at all about that person wants? And If they don’t want to see their partner with that grotesque thing between their legs? Do they just move on and find another warm hole to stick it in? Completely disregarding their true love’s feelings?

Maybe ... Maybe if it’s true love, they’d be accepted as they are no matter how many hard, pulsating grotesque things they had between their legs? Luna wondered hopefully. Even if I can’t imagine her having such a thing ... Even if I don’t want it ... Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to feel that new part of her inside me? And if I feel like that ... Would she feel like that too?

No! Luna shook her head, trying to shake her sinful thoughts away. She’d probably just be scared and cry! Such a gentle thing, and here I am imagining such vile perversions! Shame on me! But ... What if...

Cella’s healing touch was warm and gentle. A pleasant wave spread from the point where Cella lightly touched her. Each time Cella moved lower to deal with Luna’s cuts, the pleasure followed. Lower and stronger. If only Luna hadn’t accidently swallowed that stray rope of cum...

“Hn!” Luna let out a moan involuntarily.

“Oh! Are you alright?” Cella asked. “Did I hurt you?”

“O-oh, no, you never could!” Luna said and shifted her weight, trying to hide what’s been truly bothering her.

“Oh, I see right through you!” Cella said.

Luna swallowed hard and a drop of sweat rolled down the side of her face.

“I can see how uncomfortable you are,” Cella said anxiously. “And you’re too nice to say anything. I’m a lousy healer I know! But try to bear with it a little longer.”

Luna almost let out a sigh of relief, but held it in, to not give herself away even more.

Cella’s healing had nothing to do with it. Or did it? The warmth that spread from Cella’s hands, when did it reach the area between Luna’s legs and start building up?

Why did it have to be there? Luna bit her lip. She tried to ignore it as long as she could. She tried to keep it from rising. Maybe it was all the exertion that kept it at bay until now? Maybe the pain kept it in check?

Even when sitting alone in a dark, secluded place, Luna did her utmost to not let her urges rise. But how could she avoid taking a peek down Cella’s blessed cleavage? How could she not feel a certain rush when Cella was wearing shorts cut so low that Luna could spot a few of Cella’s trimmed, snow white pubic hairs.

Oh, how Luna wanted to jump naïve friend, tear her shorts off, rip apart that sorry excuse for a shirt, and have her way with Cella. That damn shirt! Luna didn’t have the strength to look away anymore. So many times she did. But the way her nipples pressed through the white fabric ... Luna knew that Cella didn’t do it on purpose. But that did little to help with the fact that Luna wanted to lick and suck those nipples and cum all over them!

Huh? Cum? Luna caught her own thought. Why would-Oh ... Shit...

Luna could not deny it any longer. She felt her hard cock press obscenely against her shorts. It ached, it hurt, and it wanted only one thing. Luna looked at Cella’s lips while the healer bunny girl finished her work. How many times did Luna want to feel her lips on Cella’s? Why was it now—when they were finally so close and all alone—why was it that Luna could think of nothing else but sticking her aching, hard, ugly thing between those beautiful, innocent lips?