Pairs of Pumpkins Episode 5:
The Uncleanable Palette
"You want to get out of here?"
Jesco's eyes were wide. Unbelieving. He took a moment to make sure he processed what she said correctly over the bustle of the crowded bar. They'd only been talking as long as the time for her to start and finish her last two drinks but her words had not been quiet or unclear. He nodded slowly, eager eyes in some disbelief. The giant-breasted, tired-looking, ivory-furred vixen smiled and placed her hand on his shoulder, then slipped off the bar stool, brushing fur and leather against him to stand. His own leather pants audibly creaked as they strained with the formative erection creeping down his thigh towards his knee.
The young stallion man's gaze was locked on her massive, perfect chest, cupped in her molded leather armor. Those tremendous breasts took up so much space on her torso and between her arms yet she carried them with strength and grace, although the four tankards of mead he'd seen her drink over the last hour made that grace a little less steady. She was leaning on his shoulder now, steadying herself as she tossed a pair of silver coins on the bar top, paying for the both of them.
It was too good to believe for the nineteen-year old City Watchman trainee: Portia Pridemoon, the famed adventuress with the famously huge breasts was not only talking to him but touching him. He'd still been a child when he heard from his cousin in Stonebrook about the impossibly beautiful vixen and some other guy who purged the town of a malignant haunting. She was also said to have fought in several famous mercenary wars years ago, which she had confirmed during her third drink. There were also stories that she pulled off heists against various corrupt nobles and merchants all over the land and was likely quite wealthy as a result but she had a practiced cageyness about any questions where breaking the law was involved. Otherwise, the vixen had been charming and pleasant, with little hesitation to talk about herself or her many well-known deeds. He could listen to her exciting tales of adventure for hours but what was most important now is that this hero of renown wanted to leave this inn. With him. Right now.
"D... do you have a room here?" He stood quickly and stood against her, oblivious to the jealous eyes of other men that surrounded them.
"I do but my kids are up there. Let's just go in the alley," Portia whispered into his ear, her wet nose bumping the tender, thin flesh and cartilage. She wrapped her hand in his and started toward the door.
"You have a kid?!"
"I do," she said flatly. "Tons of 'em. The oldest probably aren't much younger than you."
"Aren't?"
The busty vixen stopped, halfway to the door and turned to him, mashing her chest against his, muzzle to muzzle, her eyes hard and serious. "I said I have tons of them. If that isn't a deal-breaker for you, why don't we put a cork in this topic if you want to pop your cork in me. I don't want to talk about my kids on my way to fuck a stranger in the alley. Got it?"
Jesco got it.
In minutes, Portia Pridemoon, vixen of great renown was bent over a barrel in the alley beside the bar, where the smell was a different kind of sour and he knew in the darkness, lurked chittering rats.
Jesco suggested finding somewhere cleaner a moment before while she sucked and stroked his cock. She ignored everything he said and stood, scaring him for a moment that she might leave but she defiantly grabbed the nearest, spare keg and draped herself over it, presenting herself. Portia's elbows were together, mashed into her cleavage and fingers intertwined in fists, hanging over the top of the barrel while she looked back expectantly.
"What do you want me to do to you?" the young stallion stepped up, his glistening horse cock swinging straight in front of him under its own weight, aimed right at her. He was fully dressed otherwise, as was she, though both had tossed their heavier weapons aside.
The vixen gave a frustrated sigh, shifting her boots on the cobblestone. "You've done this before right? Just put your cock in my pussy and move it back and forth til semen comes out."
Jesco nodded quickly and stepped up behind her, planting his hands on shape of her thick rump, draped in leather strips that form her skirt. He pushed it up, exposing more thigh first, then her gluteal cleft and the plump peach of her eager sex. The white fur that surrounded it was clumped and spikey with wetness, her pink prize that might normally be hidden in fur splitting a line in the whiteness, demanding attention.
Finally, he revealed her big, bare, glorious rump. Powerful, ivory-furred flesh with a white triangle reaching down from the base of her tail, sculpted from decades of walking, running, jumping and kicking ass and now his cock was hovering right behind it.
His palms flipped the skirt up over her lower back before he moved his hands to her cheeks, spreading them and exposing her tight, puckered prize to night air.
The inexperienced stallion was entranced for the moment by the forbidden prize and a small shift of his hips angled his cock slightly further up, wobbling eagerly. She'd probably be fine with it if she was about to fuck him in a filthy alley but he didn't want to push his luck.
Portia huffed audibly and swung her attention over her shoulder. "What's taking so long back there?"
Jesco nodded and took a grip on the end of his erection, steadying it as he guided himself against her wetness and with a glance up to her for approval, started to push inside of her, spreading her sex open around the blunted plunger of his equine cockhead, entering her with a soft squelch.
A heavy breath pushes out from her lungs in joy and relief, followed by a trembling inhale. "Mmmm, that's lovely. You're a big boy." A tension released from her and she shifted her feet wider apart then relaxed her hands enough to take a grip on the edge of the barrel.
"Your pussy is so hot and tight, Portia!" Jesco marveled with boyish excitement. The vixen gave a small sigh at the mediocre pillow talk but he pushed inside her deeper still and an unconscious groan escaped to distract her. He wasn't bad, she told herself. Just inexperienced. Of course, Joseph had been a virgin and had conducted himself with more grace and tact.
Of course, he also turned out to be her son. She cursed herself for thinking about it, yet again.
"Mmmm, yeah. Give me that horse dick," she looked back and reached for him but he was still too far away, so much equine meat spanning between their bodies still. The vixen rested her hand atop his contently and he pushed in deeper, encouraged until over half of him stuffed the panting vixen.
"More!" she barked and he carefully obliged, sure he was going to find her limit before their hips would join. She was a fox and not meant for his shape or size but the gap between them was disappearing quickly without her protesting. Deeper and deeper, he sank into her body to her straining breaths until it was finally gone.
The vixen had an unabashed appetite for over-endowed men and a body that wasn't satisfied with anything less. In her younger years, she'd been so eager to prove herself capable of anything that a challenging endowment meant sex was one more way for her to prove she could do anything and before long, nothing less that the challenge would do it for her. Her body, it turned out was especially well -suited for such an appetite but now that she knew how well endowed the men of her family were, it made more sense. Her blood raced with the idea that she might actually be built for the incestuous acts she'd been beating herself up over.
"Holy shit, Miss Portia! I can't believe you took the whole thing!" He mashed his hips against her for emphasis, feeling his girth enveloped by her entirely.
The cramped, tension of her organs around her pelvis and whatever else was being displaced beyond as his length impaled her to a depth enough to straighten her lower spine.
Small partners simply didn't get her blood flowing and equines could generally be trusted to be endowed enough for her tastes. There was discomfort in the challenge of such a size but that only made the sensations more visceral to her. She was conquering something that lesser women could not. The forbidden strain of a lover too full or too deep was just another test of her mettle and the thrill of proving herself was a euphoria greater than any strain or discomfort for the ambitious vixen.
Only recently had she felt anything a different level of that, a true connection of body and soul that she hadn't imagined possible but that had been an accident she needed to forget about and she'd been trying at every opportunity.
Stop thinking about Joseph!
"Go on! Fuck me. Fuck me with the whole thing! Fuck me...." Her words trailed off. She was sure he'd told her at some point but she couldn't remember his name. The handsome colt been just another young guy eager to hear her tell stories while he stared at her chest. She'd been doing this for years, though since returning to society, it had been every moment she had away from the kids and they were not usually this young.
He nodded and drew back before slamming himself into her with his young man enthusiasm, tipping the barrel at once and pushing a wide-eyed, sucking gasp out of the vixen. "Unnnghhh, fuck! Yes! Fuck me hard!" She'd tried doing it slow and sweet in the past few weeks but the men she tried with were all too clumsy. She needed for someone to fuck her like Joseph had fucked her. Someone who wasn't her own child.
