Horse Condom
Edited by Thegreat_pretender
"So, how long have you two been married?" Keyhole asked as she cut her pancake stack down the middle.
"Well, about five years now, hehe, right babe?" Della asked in between shoving pancakes in her mouth.
"Yeah, about five years," Willy agreed, taking a bite of her pancakes.
"Oh, that's nice! You all seem to get along really well," Keyhole giggled.
"Yeah, we do. So, are you and Popster a thing, or is there someone else?" Willy asked.
"Oh, well... kinda, but also no," Keyhole said, thinking to herself.
"Oh, well, we'd better not pry," Della said, placing a hand on Willy's shoulder.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry..." Willy apologized.
"No, no, it's okay. I asked you, so you're free to ask me the same," Keyhole said with gracious understanding.
"So, I know we agreed to join your group, but could today be a little bit of a chill-out day?" Della asked.
"Oh, sure. I mean, we did just knock over a smuggling truck, so that should stave off any cow smuggling crime syndicates for a while. Well, at least for a few days," Keyhole said, piling a big wad of syrup-covered cake into her mouth.
"Yeah, thanks. I kinda wanna go home and wash up, if you get what I mean?" Willy sighed, taking another bite.
"Oh no, I get ya. Say, could I see your house by the way? I don't want to impose, but I'm curious," asked Keyhole, dripping globs of syrup onto her big tits as another bite passed her plump lips.
"Oh, say, since babe can fly now, we should take her out for a spin! Also, I have a little request from you, Key-Key!" Della snorted in glee.
"Wait, my flying is still pretty weird... but whatever, I'm up to it," Willy smirked, finishing her pancakes.
"What was your request, Della? Also, hehe, thank you for the nickname!" Keyhole giggled.
"I want to carry you on my hip like a gun as we fly back home..." Della giggled, holding her hands up to her mouth in a cutesy way.
"Oh, you like that, do you? Hehe, well, you've seen the way in so you should know the way out to the street, right?" Keyhole asked.
"Yep, yep!" Della nodded.
"Well, good, just put your hand in my mouth, and we can get going!" Keyhole giggled.
Della nodded, getting up from the kitchen table to approach the lounging black woman.
"Oh, and to transform me back just pat the butt of the revolver twice," Keyhole pointed out.
Della nodded and stuck her hand out.
Keyhole giggled in turn, wrapping her thick lips around Della's powder blue-lacquered finger.
Then, in a plume of smoke, Keyhole's white, lacey nightie now rested on the kitchen chair, and draped over it was her as a revolver with a large barrel.
"Well, she sure is shiny!" Della giggled, picking the gun up from the discarded night-time garment.
"H-hey, baby?" Willy said her caramel face beet red.
"What's up, honey?" Della asked her wife.
"Could you slip on her nightie? I-I just want to see you in it?" Willy gulped, stuttering with excitement.
"Oh, you're too cute! Okay, let's see... wow, there's nobody odor, weird. I guess when she transforms, she leaves nothing of herself in her clothing," Della said before slipping on the white garment.
"Damn!" Willy said, slack-jawed as she ogled her wife.
"Hehe, so you like it?" Della snorted with glee.
"Aw, ahh!" Willy moaned as she became a staff before Della's eyes.
"Oh, ho! Baby got a little too excited!" Della giggled, taking her Water Bags staff in hand along with the Keyhole revolver.
***
Back at
Mibby's
Milk Bar
"Well, girls, since you're the first ones here, I'm going to leave you in charge to tell everyone that we're doing a tiny Miblin check up on everyone before we open today," Clapped Ms. Mibs.
"Oh, so just standing on that scale, then?" Asked Popster.
"Yes, my little logo girl, just a quick stand and read, and then you can all slip into your uniforms, though I would prefer you all be naked for the check," Ms. Mibs smiled, adjusting the decorative pin on her high green beehive hairdo.
"Okay, we will!" Answered Tap and Popster in their cute Miblin voice impressions.
"Very good, see you and the others in a few!" Ms. Mibs sang, sashaying out of the locker room.
"Gods, I hate using this dumb ass voice," Popster sighed.
"Aw, it suits you, though!" Tap giggled, her seductive musings betraying her appearance.
"Whatever Tap, so did you hear from Thiccums?" Popster asked.
"Oh, big blue leader?" Tap asked.
"Don't even call her that, it's so dumb," Popster sighed.
"Ugh, so moody... anyway, yeah, she's got a lead but needs more time," Tap explained.
"Well, yeah, we've all got day jobs. It's still shocking that she's an office worker," Popster remarked, walking over to the water cooler.
"Wait, why drink that? I'm full of water!" Tap sighed.
"I don't want your pussy water, Taperina!" Popster barked.
"Ew, don't use my full name," Tap reeled, disgusted.
***
Elsewhere, at a cubicle in an unknown office building.
"Look, there she is!" Whispered one male, Spear Ogre, to a Tiger Zoomen.
The two were looking at a Miblin with short blue hair and glasses getting some papers from the copier.
"Is she going to put the papers on her ass? I mean, it's a shelf, right?" Said the Tiger.
"Well, just like a good sugary drink, all the good stuff floats to the bottom. Look at those fat thighs... they're ready to burst free from that pantyhose," mused the Spear Ogre.
"Wait, do hair colors mean something when it comes to them?" Asked the Tiger.
"Uh, so what, do the blue-haired ones not think about sex all the time?" pondered the Spear Ogre.
"I don't think so. Look at that mouth, that tiny head, that tiny neck, those hips that are wider than she is tall. No way she is not a sex fiend," laughed the Tiger.
The blue-haired Miblin could hear her coworkers but chose to ignore their comments and collect her papers from the printer.
"Rodney, Bates, good morning," she nodded as she walked past them to her cubicle, her massive, fat-filled hips swaying with a visible wobble with each exaggerated step.
"Good morning, Staff Captain Thiccums," the two said, staring at her large rump as it threatened to break free from the confines of her mini skirt.
The two watched on as the long blue ponytail that drooped from the back of her head dusted the top of her ass as she walked, swaying from side to side. The small of her back was hidden from view by the height of her ass.
Thiccums rounded the corner and entered her office, papers in hand. She then kicked the door behind, sighing as she walked to her desk and placed the papers upon it. Taking the time to line herself up, Thiccums squeezed her massive ass into her office chair, the fatty mass that was her backside taking up most of the space available. The force applied caused the chair to roll back from the desk.
"Well, that's annoying," Thiccums sighed as she tried to propel herself and the chair forward. However, the chair's wheels were not complying with that request.
Slapping her hand on the armrest, Thiccums breathed in with purpose.
"Blue Imbue!" Thiccums whispered, and the chair was aglow soft blue light.
The chair captured by Thiccums' gesture of command moved towards the desk, the chair moved forward, under the control of Thiccums' aura.
"It's a shame I'm so physically inept that I have to use my imbue commands to do something so simple, but that's the consequence of having the ability at all, I guess," sighed Thiccums, adjusting her glasses.
Thiccums took a moment to think about what her coworkers had to say about her before looking down at her blubbery thighs, her green fat encased in pantyhose. Pressing her fat little blue lacquered hands to her thick legs Thiccums' mind began to wonder drifting to lewd thoughts
"Sometimes, I wonder... if I wasn't as intelligent as I am, would I be working at that café for cover like the other girls? Given my extreme body type as a Vanity Miblin, I would be a sight to see. Miblins like me are usually pets for high ranking people in business or close lovers for women of high rank. Though thanks to the general racism of most folk, people don't know the difference between Miblins and other types. However, being in the position I'm in now and given my track record, I can move throughout this firm rather silently. Everyone either just ogles at me or thinks I'm too dedicated to doing any wrongdoing. Anyways, time to find those drop off points," Thiccums said to herself.
***
Back at the bar, all of the Miblin employees lined up one behind the other, their little green bodies waiting as the staff doctor sat in a chair before them all next to a large scale that had the side profile of a Miblin silhouette.
"So many cute little chubby babies!" Giggled a raven-haired woman, sitting crossed legged as she wobbled her lavender-heel on her big toe.
The first Miblin in line was an olive-skinned young woman with large ears. Her bare feet pitter-pattered against the cold floor as she stepped forward onto the scale.
"Oh, what a cute tattoo!" Giggled the doctor, pointing to the Miblin's left butt cheek.
"T-thank you," said the Miblin, grasping her butt cheek, covering the tattoo that was the mark for a '
byte,'
that being a capital '
