Do You Want To Be An Amazon Ch 04

It had taken a lot of negotiation and begging, but Garth and Dorothy had finally managed to get a weekend totally off in late fall. No dietary controls, no medical observation, just them, a rented truck, and a nice time by themselves camping.

Well, not totally by themselves, they'd reached out through the local amazon support group and the other highly contagious couple had jumped at the chance of meeting up. After some clearance with the environmental protection agency, and a couple health regulatory processes, they'd settled on a date.

The truck audibly groaned and tilted as the two Amazon warriors got out the back, shouldering their packs bought just for the trip, filled with food, water, booze, lube, and toys. Garth grabbed a wagon that was carrying a large tent, a double sleeping bag, and some other necessities that they'd eventually gotten around to thinking about. One last sweep around the back of the trunk, and they were set for the weekend.

The suited up medic that had driven them gave a jaunty wave and headed out.

Dorothy stretched in the afternoon sun after the ride, catching Garth's eye. She'd filled out extremely well, taking many of the same traits as Garth, from his nearly 3 meter height, to his large milky breasts, to heavy balls, and animalistic sheath. She was wearing a stretchy workout top with a pair of compression shorts, mostly aimed at preventing chafing and keeping everything mostly in place. The fact that they were tight enough for Garth to see every curve and muscle was just a bonus.

Garth was pretty similarly attired, though he'd thrown on a pair of loose pants for while they were hiking. He'd had too much experience with thorns and bugs growing up camping.

"You ready, cutie?" She asked, grinning, corded muscles flexing as she bounced in place, ready to head out.

He nodded, and took her hand.

The day was nice. Cool without being too cold, no bugs, just the two of them alone.

"... when was the last time we were able to just... be together?" Dorothy asked, echoing Garth's thoughts.

"Honestly, probably the night before the gameshow." He said, thinking. "Maybe our anniversary last month, depending on how you want to count it."

"Nah, we still needed to count calories and make sure the cake had a balanced spread of essential nutrients." She said, making a face. "I just want to spend the entire weekend eating sausage." She said, staring at him with undisguised desire.

Garth burst out laughing. "So you didn't want me to pack all those smoked meats?" He asked, pulling off his backpack, and looking through the cooler compartment of hot dogs, sausages, bacon, cheeses, and basically every other thing their nutritionist had flatly denied.

"Oh, I want those too. This weekend is going to be pure debauchery." Dorothy said dismissively. Garth laughed again, adjusted his pants, and continued walking. They kept up the innuendo interspersed with honest discussion, stopping for a few minutes to make out against an oak, Dorothy's shorts clearly straining against a thick outline, while Garth was left panting and red faced, the stitching ripping along one leg.

Dorothy grinned and ripped her pants off, revealing her semi hard shaft, already snaking across her hip, bound in place by her compression shorts. It pushed until the material was shiny with strain and started to rip, every vein in the equine shaft visible through the material.

Garth sank to his knees, his pants rapidly stopped protesting as they shredded, again, and took the hot python into his trained mouth, feeling it expand and force his neck straight as he started bobbing, his gag reflex a very very distant memory.

"Oh fuck, it definitely will be." She repeated, a tad breathlessly.

***

"When do you think they'll be here?" Alex asked, kicking his legs as he sat on top of a log. Tiffany shrugged, taking a long pull from a bottle. She relaxed into her blanket, enjoying the afternoon chill, her sports bra and jock strap showing off pretty much everything. Alex was a bit more bundled up, wearing a long coat that hid his oversized chest and ass.

"They'll get here when they get here. I can always bend you over that log and leave you cum drunk until they arrive." Tiffany offered.

Alex pouted. "You know that I like seeing people and seducing them."

"You literally walked into a sauna, dropped your pants, and asked who wanted to fuck" Tiffany said. "Then nearly passed out from heat exhaustion."

Alex laughed. "That was a good afternoon."

"You like seducing in the same way that a high school twink seduces an amazon sports team."

"... I mean, if an entire team wanted to slam me at once, I won't exactly say no." Alex said.

"I know, which is why we get along so well, even when you're on your on the gloryhole bench." Tiffany said, as the sound of gravel being crunched under four large feet gradually became louder.

Garth and Dorothy were surprisingly similar looking. Both taller than Tiffany herself, with matching six pack abs, melon sized breasts, softball sized balls, and a scent that reached straight to a person's libido and plugged it into mains voltage. They were both bottomless, presumably their pants had exploded at some point, but they retained their tops, even if they were wet with milk.

Their builds were nearly the same, as were their skin tone. Borderline hulking, with a strong V shape, leading to an Adonis belt that pointed right at their best feature. Their legs weren't anything to scoff at, but they clearly aimed at upper body. It was just so... much easier to show off. Though their asses weren't bad in the slightest, just the difference between a shelf and a trunk.

Most Amazon warriors had enough testosterone to stimulate bodywide melanin production, leaving them a golden tan all over. Seemed like they'd picked up on the mirror look at some point, because both of them had the same haircut, just flipped, one shaved side, a long brain down the back, and a shorter side on the other. Enough to make you think of horses, but also know the two knew they were hot studs. Their well defined, striated muscular legs and arms....

Tiffany tried to prevent herself from getting hard, tensing her leg muscles, the veins on her thighs standing out in sharp relief, her jockstrap swelling and pushing away from her crotch.

"Holy shit, you two filled out well." Alex's appreciative voice cut through the increasingly musky silence that had fallen across the campsite. "Knew you were going to be stacked, but that is some sweet muscle. You two aiming for more of a bodybuilder look? I can appreciate a good hourglass v- upper.

One of them unsheathed a few inches, the other blushed a bit. For all their similar appearance, and presumably hours of being milked in front of entirely professionally interested technicians, Dorothy was the same slut she'd been in the booth. Alex had kept those particular conversations in guarded confidence until she'd published an interview with the show, but it had all come out afterwards. Strict upbringing, discovery of the internet, a few classes with Amazons, and a panty soaking field match watching Warriors show off during college.

Garth had been the safe choice. Solid, but not spectacular grades, they'd married after he helped her out of a low spot following a breakup when she injured herself trying to please her new girlfriend but wasn't willing to go full Servant. She still needed to see mom and dad on occasion, after all. And he still was that same emotional rock, even if the ocean had pushed it several miles out to sea under a storm of pheromones.

"Something like that." He said, taking a moment to read the room. "Dorothy here enjoys some very interesting positions. You ever try squatting your half tonne partner and a bar? One guess how she stayed on.

"Hey, I am most certainly not a half tonne." Dorothy said, then smiled crookedly. "Just broke 502 for the first time this week." She said proudly.

Tiffany whistled. The show preferred the mid 300s, since she already overawed everyone next to her. Plus it was hard to build heels that could hold up more and keep the same airy elegance. Alex, on the other hand, was expected to be all curves, and a diet of cum, cakes, and cosmopolitans really helped there. Plus the occasional multivitamin, fiber supplement, and being locked in a room with a nutritionist defined meal until his plate was clean.

Dorothy introduced Garth to Alex, while Tiffany laid back, taking deep breaths, as if she was just there relaxing during a nice outing. "He did offer to give me one last fuck with a normal dick. Then realized that my fist was entirely up my slit. It was really cute." She said, filling Garth in on what had happened when the two watched him during the show.

Tiffany closed her eyes, she was disassociating, and knew she was disassociating. It was always... weird, talking with one of her former contestants, even the ones who didn't have their lives altered this much. Hell, it was the one topic she and Alex never brought up, even when they were absolutely hammered. He loved his new life, the expectations, the urges, the rewards, but the process for reaching it...

Dorothy stared at her strangely as Garth started arranging the supplies they'd brought. "Alright, I haven't had a hamburger in literally forever, and after that hike, I need some protein." He declared.

Alex jumped to build up the fire, eager to please, as always, as Tiffany brought herself to the present. She slowly got up, 3 meters of classically trained dramatist rolling into her natural position. "If you've never tried a traditional wood roasted slab of beef, you're missing out. Especially with a proper baste."

Garth's eyes lit up. "That sounds wonderful, and we have a London broil in the tan cooler."

"We have the spices for a take on a traditional baste, though I'd recommend a lot more whiskey than beer. The alcohol works so well with the right wood smoke, and we have a pile of hickory over there."

"And I get to be the spit boy!" Alex chimed in, looking up at the giants more than twice his height with eager glee.

The next few hours went extremely well, after Alex had given up on trying to turn the roast. Sometimes, being a consenting slave means calling a red card when your body hurts too much and not in a fun way. Some weed, a drink, and cuddling later, Alex was back to his peppy self, and Garth was floored by how different it could be to make out with someone other than his wife.

Tiffany and Dorothy hadn't exactly missed out on much, and her top had gone missing shortly before the coffee creamer was refilled, the White Russians were made, and a nice white sauce was started. Then Garth realized exactly how impractical clothes really were when Alex was involved and the unrestrained hangout lost one form of restraint.

"Don't worry, I scouted out this place earlier and removed all the rocks and thistles, got a layer of wood chips put down, and sprayed for mosquitoes and ticks. It's still too early for most of them to have come out anyway. Same with wolves and bears." Alex assured him when he started looking for the bug spray. "It takes a lot of planning to have a spontaneous orgy in the woods, you know." He said proudly, though seemed a tad chilly. The tight hug from Garth helped with that, along with the warm spire that was slowly pushing up his back. A 20,000 calorie diet was about the same as a 1000 watt space heater, and Alex was planning on enjoying every moment of it in the early spring cold.

"So... how do you start a spontaneous orgy? Just start having sex or is it more involved than that?"

"Well... usually I start with food, then go from there... it's so easy to shift from a rare delicious slice of meat to a deliciously randy slab of meat." He purred back.

"Speaking of which, roast is up!" Tiffany said, milk dripping off her chin as Dorothy's mouth was spread around the head of her endowment, chest dripping, as she leaned against a tree, abs tense and hands rubbing herself. She slowly relaxed, as her jaw came away dripping, her head still swimming in the afterglow, but she made it to the table, where Tiffany and Garth set up the food and drinks.

"Well, to new friends and terrible ideas." Tiffany said.

"Here's to nights you can't remember with people you can never forget." Garth said.

"Ooh, I like that one." Dorothy said

"Thanks, I saw it online somewhere. Apparently it works best with a pile of empty bottles."

"I have the bottles." Alex offered.

"But those are full." Tiffany's eyes sparkled.

"Oh dear, how can we solve that?" Dorothy said.

"Absolutely no idea. Anyway, mind passing the White Russians? I rarely taste something so creamy." He smiled, eyes half lidded, as his foot played with Dorothy's sheath, and she did the same to him, their nipples hard, their bodies sweaty, and their professionally honed libidos ready to unleash.

***

Alex hadn't been exaggerating much. Tiffany had ended up on the table, with strips of beef covering her body strategically, the row of hotdog buns just serving to emphasize the gigantic shaft that was pinned between her breasts.

He and her giggled as he freed her mouth, and they started kissing, while Garth started on her beefkini top and Dorothy decided she hand a hankering for simple carbs doused in honey. She swallowed eagerly, feeling it pushing deeper and deeper into her throat, the carbs forgotten in favor of the slab of Warriorhood. Tiffany moved Dorothy's balls out of the way and slowly started spreading her, ecstatic to find someone loose enough that meant fisting within the first few moments. Her clit was throbbing, a thumb sized nub that just begged to be kissed and sucked.

The tightened eager hole around Tiffany's cock was enough to make her gasp, both of them 69-ing in the middle of two more eager partners.

Alex decided to help Tiffany and slowly pushed a finger, then three, then his fist, then forearm into Dorothy's ass, feeling her swollen prostate. He and Tiffany worked together to press on it, squeezing the hypersensitive organ and milking out cloudy fluid down the massive equine shaft, between Tiffany's boobs, into Garth's eager open mouth.

Their food wasn't exactly forgotten, they were too hungry for that, but their focus on fucking on top of the table made it a bit more of a grab and go affair, as each of them became the focus of everyone else the moment a hole or dick opened up.

Panting, wet, and still aroused as anything, they finished their meal, and tossed the paper plates into the fire, as Alex bent over the chair, looking for something. He was sure to find something to look for over the chair, as Dorothy's throbbing dick planted itself against his ass cheeks. The biggest change for men was the change of their hip bones to fit having a child and, in the case of the larger Warriors, fitting their womb wrecking shafts inside.

She slowly pushed forward, one hand on Alex's hips, the other running up his side until she pulled him into a slow kiss, their tongues exploring everything. They broke away, gasping for air, as Alex's cock dripped an orgasm, his prostate crushed by Dorothy's medial ring. She slowly thrust back and forth, making sure that he was hit by the thickest part of her shaft, her psychoactive pre helping him relax as his brain started to spark with pretty colors.

Behind her, Garth pushed into a familiar warmth, biting Dorothy on the shoulder, making her tighten up and gasp loudly, her even harder dick making Alex's back bend with her sudden peak. He slowly started thrusting, expertly playing with her nipples and ass, his groin slapping in time with her undulations into Alex.

Tiffany seemed hesitant until Garth looked over his shoulder, smiled, and set his legs apart, his slit and ass visibly dripping lubricant. She slowly approached him, her cock hard enough that it pulled her foreskin down automatically, exposing her purple head as finger thick veins pulsed along her length, her balls churning between her thighs. She slowly pushed in, hindbrain loving Garth's needy panting gasp, and started the fuck train going.

***

They transitioned from over a chair, to in front of the camp fire, to into the tent, which is where they woke up the next morning, in a sweaty sticky cuddle pile. Garth was the first to wake up, used to scheduled workouts, and he smiled at his lovers. He lay back, relaxing, as he slowly worked his morning wood, loving the sight before him, the feeling of his hefty shaft, as his fingers failed to encircle it, how sensitive the ring in the middle was, how he could squeeze his kegal muscles and push out a blast of salty pre to join the sexy funk that was completely filling his brain.

His wife's nose twitched and she slowly opened her eyes with a relaxed, languid smile. The two kissed, and lay there, kissing, stroking themselves, and each other. Their abs tensed, delaying their orgasm, and attracting appreciative glances from the other. The joys of having similar kinks and a job dedicated to fulfilling them.

Tiffany was the next to wake up, blinking in surprise at the three hard dicks, but eagerly joining in. Alex was passed out cold. He didn't wake up until it was time to leave for rehearsals, and there he was somewhere between a fluffer and a public hole. Definitely still employed by the show, but his actual role was a bit open.

So he tended to sleep in. A Warrior's metabolism and stamina didn't hurt either, as their stomachs started growling, wanting the food to supply the first of many many loads that would be unloaded that day. It didn't take much to get them started laughing, high on pheromones and hormones, along with some lingering lighter recreational chemicals.

That got Alex up, who eagerly monopolized the shafts in his eagerness to fill every hole. After he was laying in a slowly spreading puddle, everyone got up for the day, aiming to get breakfast ready, then cards, then sex, then volleyball nearer to the lake, which was practically sex and likely to turn into sex with these bodies, then sex, then lunch, then....

Tiffany sighed over her coffee. She had hauled out a lever operated espresso maker, and wasn't about to allow that to go to waste after tasting Dorothy and Garth's milk last night. Though it was hard to necessarily call it an espresso anymore, after the 8 shots into a mug and that much cream.

"What's up?" Dorothy asked.

"Just... fuck, I barely know you two, and I know that we'd end up making strong capable warriors. I think you're hot as fuck, and that's just because our brains have already decided that we're compatible just based on scent signaling.

Dorothy looked at Tiffany a tad strangely. "Well, that's not totally accurate. There's an entire social bonding element going on here. Sure, the historical claims are of a strict caste system where interbreeding only took place because of pheromone drives, but for all the vaunted prowess of our noses and the social defined standards of attractiveness, there's some great DNA evidence that says strongly otherwise. Plus, it's not like Warrior, Citizen, Servant is divided based on those drives. And, whatever else is going on, I like you."

Dorothy kissed Tiffany. It wasn't frantic like when they'd met. It wasn't needy like when they'd been on the table. It was her expressing her affection for someone in a similar situation, that she was attracted to, and wanted to spend time with. It was cute.

Garth brought over a pile of pancakes he'd made for the group. "I'm sure that I could have gotten away with something prepackaged, but I wanted you to all enjoy some nice food in the forest while the sun is barely up. I wanted to do it because your enjoyment is worth me not having my dick wet while I'm cooking and eating. Or, if we feel like it, we can fuck while eating, but I'm putting the good syrup away if we decide to do that. This deserves to be savored, just like I'm savoring our time together.