This is a follow up to the stories E-written Jack the giant killer and the Reason for the Season. You don't have to read the first two stories to make sense of this one. Summary so far: the Reason for the Season- Kidnapped and fucked by warrior-moms before getting saved by drunken Santa, E-written Jack the giant killer- Drunken Santa light saber fight vs a two-dicked Cthulhu mythos eldritch abomination followed by some minor cannibalism at a Jack and bean stalk minotaur orgy. Somewhere in there the main characters also got married once or twice.
***Planet New Assuwa- outside of the Island town of Hogshead, on the flying fortress-palace above the labyrinth; Friday 7am***
I had awoken the next morning on a balcony in the bathhouse, overlooking the fuck pits and swimming pool. My half-brother and I had caught up over breakfast and working out. "So you're a clone?"
"Yep," my half-brother replied while finishing up his morning workout routine. "Lunt University had twelve of me in a hidden basement in these glass cloning tubes, they had been doing bizarre experiments for years. They needed the original me so they could upload my consciousness. We trashed their lab and escaped. It was messed up."
Gywn had been standing in the doorway watching our workout routine. She was dressed in a light blue knee length toga that contrasted with her red hair. "You both need practice in fucking and fighting. Which do you want to do first?"
Two large minotaurs bowed their heads down so they could enter the room, each was over 7 foot tall and could barely fit through the doorway. Their hoofs clopped loudly on the stone floor as they entered. At their hoofs was a little green goblin.
"Fucking!" I answered.
"Let's practice fighting first." My half-brother answered before formally introducing both of us. "Are we sparing with these minotaurs?"
The little green goblin spoke first. "Master Toada, I am. Bitch-master and member of the space wizard council, I am. Teach you the Plasma sword, I will. Powerful it is, but powerful too is the temptation to stray from the vanilla side of the fuck."
"Today is going to be weird, isn't it?" I asked.
The tall, gray-colored, almost hairless minotaur explained. "I am Morpheus, the Household sexpert of House Avalon, I like redheads. I once fucked ten women till each of them reached such a plateau sexual excitement that the climax from the orgasms of one caused the other nine to orgasm as well, this went on for no less than four days straight. Your two wives were counted among those women." His horns were tipped with gold, his nipples and ears were pierced with gold bars. The hair on his head was a light blond, with a mohawk of blond hair down his back.
Like most minotaur, his athletic body was well muscled with well-defined pecs and abs. "Please undress so I can see what I am working with." He dropped his gold colored loincloth.
"Okay, can I change my answer from fucking to not fucking?" I answered "I don't want to be fucked by a minotaur for four days straight."
Morpheus's bright pink, erect cock was huge. It was not the longest penis in the world but was well proportioned for his enormous frame. It was as thick or thicker than my wrist, I am not even sure how women would walk after a night with him. It looked like a horse's cock, long, smooth, and topped with a flat, flared head.
I felt threatened by another penis for the first time in my life. Not just because he had been in both my wives, or even that he rocked their worlds in ways I likely never could. Just the size of the cock was scary. There are penises, there are dicks, there are even one-eyed snakes or a trouser snakes, or any variety the penis in question. Then there are horse's cocks. Cock just seems like a threatening word to me and that is what was waving in my face, a big threatening bestial monster cock.
"Are these fighting words? Are we suppose to be angry and fight you?" My half-brother asked, using a droid as an interpreter. He flexed his pecs a few times while stripping his cloths off. "Or are we thanking you for dicking down our wives with your expert level of fucking?"
The minotaurs laughed. The solid dark minotaur spoke. He was not black in color, it was like he was made of ultra-blackness, it was as if the light just disappeared into him. "No fighting him, he has been hired by your wives to teach you how to use those two big dicks of yours. They want you to fuck them with the same skill he did. I am known as Obsidian the knight slayer, a Knights-errant and weapons master. I once killed 30 knights sent to assassinate me by Duke Ysbaddaden Bencawr. I have been hired by your wives to teach you both how to fire the shoulder mounted plasma bolter without shooting the hostages again. I was trained by a human-cecaelia chimera and am one of very few within 20 light years of this world who could train one to its limits."
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Gywn spoke up. 'I want one man who can sexpertly fill all my holes at the same time, horny aunt style. And I need husbands who can shoot shoulder mounted plasma bolters without setting their testicles on fire...again." She added looking at me. "For the next two hours, Arlo, you work with Obsidian with the plasma weapons and Douglas, you work with Morpheus on learning to fill my holes at once without tearing me inside. Master Toada will oversee the training."
Obsidian led me to a large chair with wires and straps coming out of it. This chair is linked to the programed reality of the VR known as the domina-matrix. "Plasma bolters are powerful, unforgiving tools. I would like to do your first few trainings in the programed reality so any mistakes you make will not be fatal to yourself or others. We can also down load the basics of the weapons firing program directly into your mind." The Knights-errant cautioned me.
For two hours I worked on the basics of the plasma weapon. I was not any good, but by the end of the training session was at least able to aim it without shooting myself. I had blown my arm off twice and my legs off once within the first half hour. Had we been training outside of a VR I would be dead right now.
"Trained for two hours you have." Master Toada. "Show me."
I went to aim the bolter. Obsidian spoke up. "No, he wants to see if you can fight as hard as you fuck." He pressed a button on his training glove. "There I have downloaded another program directly into your mind."
"I know Fuck-Fu." I whispered.
