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Little Shop of Corruption, Christmas Interlude Pt. 3 (CoC/Worm)
🕑 Added 2017-12-30 20:00:02 +0000 UTC Patron RequestThemes: Consensual, Childbirth, Anal, Christmas
Word Count: 4,762
Summary: Christmas Day has almost arrived. Marble and Taylor are both ready to pop. Salazar is there to help of course. Best Christmas ever? Fuck yes.
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Taylor wakes up to a kick against her belly. Not outside of course, but inside. A slight smile spreads across the young woman’s face and she reaches down to stroke her beach-ball sized abdomen as the hellhound pup inside of her womb tries to run around. The heat he generates within her womb keeps her nice and warm on these chilly winter nights in a way that Salazar’s circus-sized tent just simply couldn’t.
It’s nice, that’s for sure. And so far, it’s been quite the fun experience, having a new species of offspring growing inside of her. Minotaur and Horse-morphs delivered powerful kicks that rocked her womb and often struck at her inner passage, making her all the hornier. The shark and tigershark daughters that grew inside of her womb invariably tried to swim around within her. Eggs were always the simplest of course, conveying the sensation of being filled to the brim, as well as the wonderful feeling of the added weight causing her to sink a bit further down on the cocks she rode during such pregnancies.
Of course, none of them compared to the joy or the difficulty of birthing her baby boy, Asterion, but then, he’d been her first and Taylor had still been a lanky, skinny stick figure of a girl back then. She’d been quite unprepared for the pregnancy… she’d been unprepared for everything. Luckily, she’d had a support structure. Luckily, Asterion had turned out to be a good boy, not like the brothers that had eventually followed him.
Sighing, Taylor tears her thoughts away from the Minotaur sons she’s lost to their own lack of self-control, shifting among the ‘nest’ of pillows, blankets and rugs that Salazar had coiled himself around to contain her and Marble. Glancing at the beautiful bovine-morph sends a shudder of desire, excitement, and worry through her, even as it all culminates in a tentative smile of sorts sent in the sleeping cow’s direction.
Marble has become an object lesson on the dangers of mixing fertility consumables… but at the same time she’s a success case for overcoming barrenness. Regardless, the cow-morph’s womb has grown to the size and shape of a… well, the closest spherical object Taylor can think to compare it to is a great big ball that Emma’s mother had once used while the woman was going through an exercise fad. Suffice to say, Marble was gigantic.
It had been a while since they’d spent so much time in one another’s company, but if there was one thing to bring the two together, it would be a pair of Christmas pregnancies setting off Salazar’s protective instincts. They hadn’t spent this long together since meeting Marble’s sister Clara, only to find out the bitch was a crazy, monstrous, slaver. In the end, it’d been Taylor who’d comforted Marble, and the pair had bonded over their shared betrayals by those who they would call sister.
They’d discovered a fun little fact off of that bonding period. Essentially, they worked exceedingly well together. Marble had the largest breasts in camp, while Taylor had the biggest ass and the widest hips. Working in tandem, they were able to keep Salazar all to themselves for a time. The only one that came close to the size of either of their most valuable assets was Teresa after the goblin woman had been forced to increase her size in response to Alex becoming a minotaur. Nine-foot-tall minotaur up against a three-foot-tall goblin, while wielding a two-foot-long dick.
The math just didn’t work out that well, until Taylor had been generous enough to suggest the obvious. Just use purified LaBova to increase Teresa’s size. Needless to say, the goblin had been begrudgingly thankful to Taylor after that… for maybe a week, before she’d forgotten what she owed the human girl. But then, goblins were fairly flighty on the best of days, so Taylor hadn’t been too bothered by it.
Still, it was fun seeing Salazar’s instincts in overdrive, thanks to her and Marble being pregnant at the same time. He’d warned her before transforming from minotaur to dragon that he might develop some unusual desires, such as the need to hoard treasure. She’d not thought much of it at the time, as they’d already HAD a treasure trove of thousands upon thousands of gems by that point, and given he was leader of the camp, it technically all belonged to him anyways.
As it turned out, Salazar as a dragon naga hadn’t cared about how much wealth he had. No, instead the male had ended up hoarding lovers, children, and especially pregnant mates, as she and Marble were now. Salazar hadn’t left them alone the last two to three days, and he hadn’t let them go anywhere by themselves either. Not that Marble could anyways, but it was still cute watching him be protective.
Nothing with a cock of any sort was allowed near either pregnant female, not even Asterion. That was how strong Salazar’s instincts were in this sort of moment. On the plus side, he’d been fully prepared to attack Ember quite viciously when she’d strayed too close to them. It left Taylor a little worried about her firstborn son, but then she remembered that Mako was looking after the minitaur, and her fears and doubts melted away.
The two had always been close as firstborn siblings, but now with the changes Mako was making to her body… well, they were ultimately getting even closer. Asterion would be safe with his sister and the rest of Taylor’s shark and tigershark daughters. Taylor was confident of that. And they would in turn be safe with him, her little warrior always willing to step up to the plate to defend his sisters.
Yes, it would- Taylor’s stomach suddenly growls with hunger, a rather loud sound that derails her thoughts completely as she glances down at her distended belly. For a moment, Taylor considers leaving the expansive ‘nest’ that Salazar has coiled himself around to make her way to the food stash kept inside the large tent. Or, she could simply get a full and nutritious meal from Marble’s breast. The pregnant cow-morph certainly wouldn’t mind, given how pleasure she found the experience of having someone feed from her.
Chuckling softly, Taylor gets onto her hands and knees and crawls over to where Marble is sleeping on a pillow throne, half-resting against Salazar’s coils. Leaning in, Taylor’s tongue slowly trails up Marble’s stomach, following the continuous stream of white, hot fluid coming out of her nipple, all the way up to the bovine’s breast. When she arrives at it, she eagerly latches on, beginning to suckle from the lactating teat before her.
It’s a testament to just how tired Marble’s pregnancy has left her, that she remains asleep even now with Taylor’s mouth on her breast. A pleasant sigh is the only sign of Marble even responding to Taylor’s actions. Smiling a bit as she continues to drink long and deep from Marble’s nipple, Taylor slides her hand down onto the spherical cow-morph’s massively distended belly, stroking and massaging her expanded womb as the offspring that Marble is carrying inside of her begin to shift and respond.
Taylor has always been a bit envious of Marble’s breast size. She’d found out the hard way what was considered very large on Mareth, and for all her desire to have large breast, even Taylor acknowledged the limitations of her body and what she could support in the chest area while still remaining active. After all, the last time Marble had even left the camp to actively aid in their quest had been the infiltration of the Demon Factory a fair bit back.
As Taylor suckles at Marble’s teat and plays with the other woman’s womb, she finds herself growing wetter and wetter, even as she does the same to Marble. The pair are becoming aroused, horny, and though Marble stays asleep, the smell of her unconscious desire and of Taylor’s as well, fills the room. This ends up having the unintended, but not unwelcome effect of waking Salazar from his own slumber. Taylor realizes this when he presses up against her, in turn pressing HER up against Marble.
His cock is out and rubbing along her butt cheeks, sliding down between her thighs. Salazar mounts her then and there without a word, and Taylor doesn’t say a word in response, merely smiling all the wider as she continues to drink from Marble. The dragon naga’s head slips over Taylor’s shoulder and his own mouth closes around Marble’s other nipple, drinking just as heavily from the pregnant cow-morph.
At the same time, his claws spread Taylor’s fat ass wider and wider, and the young woman can only moan as she feels his cock slip up off of her slit, finally coming to a rest at it’s true destination… her semi-tight sphincter. Taylor is definitely no anal virgin at this point, but she’s also no gaping butt slut like some of Salazar’s other mates/slaves. The dragon naga simply holds himself there for a long while, his cockhead brushing and wiggling against her slightly spread sphincter, but never penetrating.
Only after he has his fill of Marble’s milk does he pull his head back and allow Taylor in turn to finally disengage from Marble’s tit as well, quite stuffed with her white, creamy fluid by this point. That’s when Salazar makes his move, holding Taylor away from the sleeping cow-morph as he finally spears her ass with his massive draconic member. His arms slide up under her own as he pulls her back, and Taylor ends up in a sort of angled C shape as she reaches back with her hands to grab onto Salazar’s horns.
That’s all he allows her to do at that point, that and clench her anus. She does both enthusiastically, holding him tightly as he plows her clingy, spasming butt hole. He can’t fuck her cunt, and Taylor knows that of course, given just how filled her womb is, and just how big his dick is. It wouldn’t be healthy, or safe.
But this, a bit of butt-fucking is more than acceptable, and Taylor’s eyes roll back in her head, her tongue lulling out of her skull as she reaches her first orgasm from the delicious morning sex. Salazar’s prick pounds its way into her delicious, massive derriere time and time again, and Taylor just takes it, the jostling of the hellhound pup inside of her womb only adding to the pleasure as she climaxes over and over and over again. Her pussy juices squirt out onto the floor beneath them both and she moans louder and louder.
Funnily enough, it’s not the noises they’re making that end up waking Marble up. It’s not Taylor’s moans, it’s not his cock slamming into her fat ass time and time again. No, the cow-morph wakes up to a twinge down below and a half-cry, half-moo leaves Marble’s lips as she goes into labor right then and there. Taylor and Salazar are drawn to the mooing bovine, and as soon as they realize what’s happening, Salazar slips his cock out of Taylor’s ass and Taylor in turn helps clean and wipe it down before letting him move to help the pregnant cow-morph.
The massive dragon naga uses his tail to clear the area, and Marble in turn immediately goes after his cock, on her hands and knees licking and sucking it, working to get herself as horny as possible to ease the births to come. On that same note, Taylor grabs a Lust Draft from a nearby satchel of potions, popping off the cap in one smooth move. Next, she pulls up Marble’s tail, and a moment later she has the bottle inserted into the cow-morph’s anus, the concoction swiftly absorbed into the pregnant woman’s body for far, far greater effect.
Marble immediately comes off of Salazar’s dick, half-mooing, half-moaning even louder than before as she shakes and spasms from the concentrated effects of the Lust Draft.
“Please darling, please put it in me! F-Fuck!”
Taylor grins, even as Salazar gives her a glance. In response, the human woman gives Marble’s bubble butt a nice, hard smack.
“Only half-empty so far. Bit more time.”
Marble whines pitifully as Taylor then slides that same hand down to stroke the cow-morph’s cunt, the rest of the bottle swiftly draining out into Marble’s ass. As soon as it’s empty, Taylor pulls the bottle back and tosses it to the side, giving Salazar a nod and watching in some satisfaction as the dragon naga grabs hold of his heavily pregnant bovine mate, pulling Marble up into his lap. He turns her around a moment later and then she’s sinking down onto his still-hard cock, her ass filling to the brim with his magnificent member.
Leaning back against his massive body, Marble is perfectly positioned to squirt all over Taylor’s face as the pregnant cow-morph experiences a truly explosive orgasm. In response, Taylor just grins and licks her face clean before falling back to her hands and knees as well, leaning in to begin eating Marble out right then and there as the heavily pregnant bovine convulses and spasms, impaled on Salazar’s cock.
The multitude of orgasms that Taylor and Salazar manage to draw from Marble in their tag team of the cow-morph only serve to make things all the smoother for her. It’s not long before Taylor, heavily pregnant herself, is leaning back to help Marble finish the first birth. One after another, Marble’s babies are born. The first to come out are a pair of twin cowgirls with white hair and fur. After that comes a male, and then another as well. The first with brown hair and brown fur, and the second with white hair and brown fur.
More than anything else, Marble seems amazed to have a son. Not just one, but TWO sons. It is rather shocking, to say the least. After all, with exception to the first child of a union between a minotaur and a cowgirl, the bovine-morph would always, ALWAYS give birth to more cowgirls. A minotaur’s seed was usually powerful enough to overpower the cowgirl’s milk with the first offspring, but all that followed were meant to be female.
Marble was different though, the first cowgirl to purify herself completely. As such, her children would become what the species had once been before, what they’d been before the demonic corruption had caused such a split between minotaurs and cowgirls. Marble would be able to have both genders, forever, no restrictions. To say the bovine woman was shocked would be an understatement.
Ultimately though, the happy new mother dotes on all four of her new children, even as they drink heavily from her massive mammaries as they’re born. The twins finish up first and Taylor shifts them over to their little wooden cribs, wrapping them in a way that proves she’s an expert at swaddling at this point. The whole operation is set up so that they can’t follow their instincts to run off to the Mountains as soon as she or the others turn their backs.
It was the same way with all her minotaur and minitaur sons, as well as her shark and tigershark daughters. The former tried to get to the Mountains, while the latter tried to run to the Lake. Taylor had learned quite swiftly how to avoid escapes and close calls, even if in the end, all of her sons beside Asterion had turned out to be… disappointments.
Of course, Marble had ultimately ended up exceeding expectations with this first birth of hers. They’d expected triplets, and in the end, there was only three cribs made in preparation. A pair of identical twins among the fraternal quadruplets that Marble had just given birth to was not expected… but Salazar was more than happy to make arrangements.
Taylor watched with some amusement as her dragon naga mate dumped out an entire treasure chest onto the ground, just to turn it into a fourth crib. Marble held onto her last baby boy while Salazar got it all set up, and then promptly passed out as soon as he’d taken the child from her arms. Taylor takes in the scene with a happy smile for a long moment, letting out a pleased sigh as she eyes Marble’s peaceful, sleeping face as well as those of her four new children.
It was a beautiful sight to be sure, seeing the bovine woman finally made a mother after so long. Getting to be there for this… there were only a few feelings that could even compare to it. Of course, Taylor wasn’t far behind Marble at all, and she wasn’t truly surprised when her own labor started shortly after, a cry erupting from her lips.
That’s about when Valeria comes to her aid. The sentient goo armor had slid off of her near the start of her pregnancy, due to not wanting to endanger the hellhound pup growing within her. After all, it was nearly impossible for Valeria to not feed on every ounce of fluid Taylor let off. But at the same time, it was the baby growing inside Taylor that needed those nutrients most, and Taylor couldn’t afford to tax her health while pregnant by wearing the goo armor twenty-four seven as she’d been doing.
Valeria had been quite understanding about the whole thing, but now she was there again, flowing over Taylor, molesting her, arousing her as Taylor and Salazar had done for Marble. The pleasure helps of course, as it always does. Taylor grows wetter and wetter still, and even the heat coming from her womb, from the hellhound pup, helps her to reach her first orgasm. A nice, long moan leaves Taylor’s throat as she cums hard, and then Salazar is there as well, his forehead pressed against hers as he looks into her eyes.
“… Do you want my help, Taylor?”
Flushed red, Taylor bites her lower lip. It was a legitimate question, to be fair. More than once, Taylor had rejected Salazar’s assistance when the birthing came. She’d needed to prove she could do it without him, she’d wanted to make sure he knew she was independent. He’d allowed it, though he’d watched the entire time of course, and funnily enough, even his smoldering eyes, staring at her in lust, had helped a fair bit with those pregnancies.
Now though, after watching him butt-fuck Marble and after helping to bovine-morph to relax, Taylor wasn’t in the mood for something as simple as smoldering eyes. Blushing even deeper, Taylor nods and turns around, getting on her hands and knees. Valeria is helpful enough to spread her fat ass cheeks wide, revealing her slightly gaping hole, still loose from what they’d been doing earlier.
A moment later and Salazar is over her again, mounting her, forcing his messy, slick cock deep into her ass. A cry leaves Taylor’s lips and she moans wantonly as her entire body moves in time with his slow, deep thrusts. Salazar is fucking her ass almost casually, not his usual harsh, jarring motions. He’s treating her all delicate like… and if Taylor is being honest with herself, it’s kind of pissing her off, just a little.
Growling, Taylor uses what strength is left in her arms to push backwards. It’s made a little easier by the fact that Salazar is distracted by the sex, but in the end, all that matters is that Taylor manages it nonetheless. Salazar lets out a fairly undignified yelp as his human mate bounces her big, fat ass back against him, and then he’s on his back as Taylor shifts the narrative and the entire encounter in her favor.
Her hands reach back, and she plants them on Salazar’s body as she moans even louder. Beginning to bounce herself up and down on the dragon naga’s cock, Taylor goes a lot faster than he ever did, impaling her back door again and again on his member. Only then do the orgasms start arriving in earnest like they did for Marble. Only then does Taylor experience the pleasure of a lust-filled, climax-filled birth as the hellhound pup finally makes its way out of her womb and down her inner canal, traveling along the length of her pussy.
Looking down between her legs, Taylor can’t help but smile warmly as the furred heads pop free of her obscenely stretched cunt lips. Valeria is there to help of course, the goo armor helping the hellhound pup out of her, cradling the newborn doggy in her ‘arms’ for lack of a better descriptor. Salazar thrusts up into Taylor a few times more, and then he cums and Taylor shudders in orgasmic bliss as she feels him painting her bowels white with his seed.
Only after that does she climb off his cock and move onto the next phase of her plan. In the same satchel that Marble’s Lust Draft sat in, Taylor finds a prepared bottle of Purified Succubus Milk mixed with a Pink Egg. Half of the concoction goes down one of the Hellhound Pup’s throats, and the other half goes down the other throat. Both heads drink the potion, because Taylor has NO desire to fuck this up.
She isn’t truly content until she watches the small canine cocks between the hellhound pup’s legs shrink up and disappear, only to be replaced by one, large cunt, clearly meant to take a double dicking from a hellhound male. Taylor wasn’t about to take the chance that she’d be forced to exile her own son’s dog at some point in the future, no sir. The hellhound was now a bitch, perhaps even the first of its kind, as Taylor didn’t remember ever seeing a female one of the creatures before today.
Regardless of if it was or not, it didn’t matter. What did matter was that Taylor now had the perfect gift to give her beloved firstborn son for Christmas. She honestly couldn’t wait to see the look on Asterion’s face.
“She’ll need a name, won’t she?”
Taylor blinks at that, glancing to Salazar as he looks over her shoulder down at the female hellhound pup, who’s already trying to walk on its wobbly legs, even as Valeria helps it maintain its balance.
“I thought Asterion would like to do that part…”
Salazar lifts an eyebrow as he in turn glances at her. Taylor blushes, already knowing what he’s going to say.
“Do you really want to leave that in his hands?”
Right, of course… Asterion was many things, most of them so very good, so very positive. Taylor loved her firstborn with all her heart… but if there was one thing Asterion did not excel at, it was naming things. Snorting at the thought of some of his other attempts at coming up with names, Taylor smiles ruefully and shakes her head as she looks to her beloved mate.
“What did you have in mind then?”
Salazar cocks his head to the side as he looks down at the pup.
“Two names would be appropriate, but we don’t want it to be too much of a mouthful. Perhaps… perhaps two names, coming together. Mara and Aragi. Maragi. What do you think?”
Taylor ponders that for a moment, almost instinctively liking the suggestion, though she’s not quite sure why. Either way, she looks down at her newborn with a lifted brow.
“And what do you think? Maragi… do you like it?”
The hellhound pups’ heads perk up, probably at the sound of her voice, but it is still the first time she’s looked at either Taylor or Salazar. A weak yip of a bark comes from both heads in unison, and then their tongues are lulling out happily as they stare up at Taylor with such trusting eyes.
“I think we have a keeper, heh.”
Taylor can’t help but agree with Salazar’s conclusions, even as her heart melts a little bit. She quickly busies herself with cleaning up the tent space instead, leaving Valeria to keep an eye on the hellhound pup as she in turn wields her magic to get the mess of both hers and Marble’s births all washed away in short order. Salazar helps as well, and in no time at all Taylor is taking the hellhound pup… Maragi, off of Valeria’s hands.
The goo armor is left to watch over Marble and her newborns as Taylor and Salazar both leave the tent. At this point, the young woman knows she has to deliver the pup to her son asap, or she’ll end up getting far too attached. Maragi is just too cute for words, so cute it could probably be weaponized. But Taylor keeps in mind her original intentions for this gift. While she’ll be happy to have a good relationship with the female hellhound as it grows up, ultimately Maragi is for Asterion, when she and Salazar can’t necessarily be there for him.
It’s all- Taylor blinks as her thoughts are abruptly derailed by the sight just outside of the tent. There’s a massive Christmas Tree in the middle of the camp, but that’s not too big of a deal because Taylor helped put that up. What is a surprise and a fairly big deal is the fact that the present pile under said tree, already truly humungous to begin with, has nearly doubled in size since Taylor saw it last.
On top of that, the massive, long wooden dining table that everyone in the camp takes their meals at is now decorated, covered in a red tablecloth, and loaded with a truly astronomical amount of food, seemingly from nowhere. All of it could possibly be explained away by last minute additions from others in the camp. After all, she and Salazar have been fairly busy with the pregnancies.
Taylor is just about ready to dismiss it as exactly that and continue on her way to Asterion, when the jingling of bells catches her attention overhead, drawing her eyes upwards. Those same eyes go wide as Taylor stares, disbelieving at the sight in the sky overhead. She counts one… two… five… NINE reindeer passing in front of the red moon, pulling a nice, large sleigh with a truly massive bag in the back. The sleigh has a driver of course, what sleigh wouldn’t… but it’s the driver’s identity that completely brings Taylor up short.
“Merry Christmas you two! Ho, ho, ho!”
The driver waves down at them and Taylor finds herself waving back automatically, even as the sleigh disappears shortly after, a trail of sparkling light the only sign it’d been there… along with all the extra presents and all the food of course. The commotion has drawn attention from all over the camp. With the sun slowly rising in the East, everyone begins to wake up.
It’s Christmas Day after all, and everything is bright and beautiful. As the infectious cheer and merriment spreads throughout the camp, Taylor just stands there, staring up at the place where he’d been. Santa Claus… Santa Claus was REAL. So completely and utterly blindsided by this fact, Taylor barely even pays attention when Asterion comes running up. Maragi immediately scrambles out of Taylor’s slack grasp to leap at the boy, as if the hellhound pup knows immediately who she truly belongs to. The minitaur laughs happily as they fall to the ground with both heads licking his face.
The scene is one of pure and honest joy… and most of the scenes playing out all across the camp are much the same. From their children opening presents under the tree, to Salazar’s many wives getting first go at the food weighing down the dining table, to Marble back in the tent, watching over her newborns with Valeria at her side.
The entire camp is filled with happiness and Christmas Spirit galore. And all Taylor can do is shake her head back and forth as she looks up at where the sleigh and the reindeer and that jolly fat man in white and red had been, moments before. Finally, she turns toward her lover and mate. Salazar has been watching her this entire time, a wide, wicked, smug grin spread across his face. Taylor can’t help but smile back, even though she knows that he’s never going to let her forget this.
Honestly, it’s the kind of thing she’s happy to never forget. And in the end, it goes down as her best Christmas ever.
