>you bury your face in that fluffy mane, and she wraps her tail and wings around you as you drift off to sleep >finally you arrive, and she drops you on your bed, flops down next to you, and pulls the covers over you both with her tail >you rest your head on her shoulder as the two of you slowly traipse over to your house >she nods, gets to her feet, and lifts you in a bridal carry when your legs fail to function due to Tailpussy Overdose >you request that, if she's going to keep you captive or something, could she kindly do so in the comfort of your own house >you shift a bit, and the manticore wakes up >but the ground is cold, you're sticky with unidentifiable fluids and incredibly hungover >thankfully your boner does not take the bait >the tailpussy rests to your side, leaking a trickle of semen onto the ground >the manticore is snuggled up against your chest >why does your dick feel like you fucked a belt sander
>you come to some time later, sore and sticky >eventually, you can take no more of this pleasure and black out like a bitch >you lose track of how many times you creampie the tailpussy >on and on it goes you cum, you get stabbed, you cum again >she licks her lips, and the tailpussy starts thrusting once again >she seems to say "you didn't think we were done, did we?" >and you feel a sharp sting in your inner thigh >the manticore bites her lip and sighs into your neck as the tail sucks away the cum >in no time at all you're filling that delicious tailpussy with semen >you're pretty sure you've died, because you seem to be in heaven >she leans forward once again, leering in your face as the tailpussy bounces on your dick behind her >the tail's owner giggles at your exuberance >it's the hottest, wettest, tightest pussy you've ever felt >and you jam that bitch right down on your dick >you reach up (hey, she let go of your arms and legs, you could run for it) and grab the tailpussy >it says "anon, you will fill me with your seed and you will like it" >you can feel the heat radiating from it, see the sticky wetness dripping from it >you can see now that it has an opening in the front, which looks remarkably like a pussy
>the Tail of Spines swings around and hovers over you >oh god, you're about to die horribly and all you can think about is pussy >that stimulation alone is enough to make you involuntarily buck your hips >your dong pops free, and smacks her in the thigh >those claws ruin your pants the same way they ruined your shirt >you begin thinking about your grandma naked >the manticore notices your confused gaze and leans forward a bit further, hanging those succulent titties right in your face >wait a second why are you focusing on boobs >her uncontained breasts swing deliciously with the movement >she takes her paws and rakes them down your chest, tearing your shirt open >there are far, far too many teeth in that Grin of Doom she's giving you >in a flash you're on your back with the, uh, manticore? yeah sure, sitting astride you >as you land you feel a sharp sting in your back >with wings, a massive spiky tail, and a fluffy red mane >you have just enough time to fully begin to panic before a fucking train slams into you from behind
>as you sprint round a house another barb thing appears in the wall where your legs were a moment ago >you kick your door open and fucking book it >your windshield delivers said spike to your sunvisor with a complementary gift of glass shards >the Pink Thing appears to have disgorged a girl with wings and a massive tail >you stare at it in shock for a moment, and then follow its trajectory back to the Pink Thing >it's at this moment that a fucking spike or something sprouts from the windshield >and now your car is emitting large quantities of smoke and refusing to move >…THE THING that just appeared in the road >because you just slammed your car into a fucking streetlight to avoid… >your coworkers are bitches, your customers are bitches, the world is ripe with the stench of bitches >normally you're absolutely fucking livid after a day at work >you have just finished a day at work, and you are terrified
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