A Fun Weekend! (3)

The weekend, pickled in female juices and stallion cum, had flown by in the blink of an eye, reaching its final day. If I calculated purely by time from start to now, it was nearly 48 hours. In that span, it felt like we'd tried just about everything there was to do.

It started in horse form, right? A light bestiality fuck to kick things off, transitioning into bestiality anal. We cleansed her insides spotless with magic before diving in, and the finale—Lizbet's belly swollen with my horse semen, vomiting it back up from her mouth—was the absolute highlight.

"Urghaaak♡ Urrp♡ Phruuup♡" Her stomach looked about mid-pregnancy size by then. Big enough that no clothes could hide it. And in that bloated state, crawling on all fours under my horse body, sucking my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠horse cock like it wasn't enough... Lizbet's cum-addicted look was pure perfection. Gulping down the load I shot right there, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her belly ballooned like a full-term pregnant woman's, turning me on in this weird way.

But then she licked up even the spills on the floor, leaving me equal parts impressed and shocked.

"Huaaah♡ This yellow, stinky horse cum♡ I love it so much♡"

"Liz, Liz! I'll shoot as much as you want. Just don't lick the floor."

Her vibe was... exciting, sure, but for a second, I worried her mind had totally snapped. After calming her down, I shifted to human form for bed-bound mating presses and blackouts galore.

"Hngot♡ Hnngoot♡ Ah♡ Aheeeek♡" Lizbet mounting me cowgirl-style, shaking her hips however she craved. Or "Aht♡ Ahng♡ Aaht♡ Horse cock♡ Horsecock♡ Ah♡"—picking her up in standing carry and spraying her bitch juices everywhere while pounding away.

"Aheeeek♡ My body's floating♡ Amaaazing♡ Uheeek♡" Hours of that, until I figured we needed fluids. While she was passed out, I chugged water and offered some when she woke.

Her response? "...If I need to drink, I can just have Sema's horse cum♡" She latched onto my horse cock on the bed, felled it, and rehydrated with the output.

After that, she skipped plain water entirely, sustaining on my semen alone. Made me wonder if that was even healthy. Meals were quickies on the bed, hugging amid squishy bread snacks we'd grabbed—right back to fucking. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Any Earth human would've dropped dead from that hardcore schedule.

"Heehee♡ Eating naked in bed hugs. Feels like we're doing something naughty♡" Minus a couple fainting naps, those meals were our only breaks.

When cum-balloon condoms piled up like a mountain and the sheets got gross, we showered during laundry. Even then, embracing, kissing, fiery sex under the spray.

"Chuurp♡ Chu♡ Smack♡ Hnng♡ Washing up♡ Ah♡ But my pussy's still so slippery♡ Aaang♡" Fresh sheets down, back into sex trance.

"Ngghooooot♡ Aheek♡ Horsecock♡ So amaazing♡♡♡" Per her request to keep pounding even unconscious, I railed her passed-out form.

"...! ...♡ ♡♡ ...!?!? ♡♡♡" Her body twitching on each thrust was concerning... but climaxing with insane shudders, eyes rolling back? Straight terrifying.

After ~40 hours of pure sex (minus faints and eats), Lizbet's collapsed beside me now—face-down, legs shamelessly spread, trembling in who-knows-which blackout.

"Aheek...♡ Ahhng...♡ Hnngk...♡" Our last round: doggy from pussy to ass, kneading her tits in beastly rutting.

Her once-tight holes—marks of experience but sealed—now gape open, twitching. Face-down, holes splayed and spasming, she looks like a broken Lizbet onahole.

This'll leave permanent changes to her pussy and ass shapes. Her bloated belly presses the bed, farting out cum from her anus—wasting our condom efforts as horse semen floods her pussy.

Too late to stop; jelly-like globs erupted, coating her twitching, unclosing slit. Gotta remind her for contraception magic. Oblivious to the impregnation risk, her face is pure blissed-out bitch ecstasy.

"Haa..."

After all that savage pounding, she's out with a happy grin... so why this?

I can't wrap my head around Lizbet's status window right in front of me. Favor's nearly maxed at 100%, most bitch skills hit Lv.9... but nothing at 10? Is 9 the cap? Some awkward max level short of 10?

Should I just pitch her becoming my official bitch like this?

"Hueh...? Ahng...♡ Sema♡"

Lost in status thoughts, she'd woken. "Out cold longer this time. Here."

I grabbed the freshest cum balloon from the pile, untied it, dangled it over her head.

She lifted her face, mouth agape, tongue out naturally.

"Aahm...♡ Uhm...♡" I teased yellowish horse cum out slow; she gulped it blissfully, ecstatic.

Started off "Eh, really?" but her cum-only thirst and my curiosity made it thrilling. Pretty satisfying now.

"Phuaa...♡" A few gulps later, she drooped her head, fatigued.

"Oh. Liz. Gotta do contraception magic, sorry. Some leaked into your pussy..."

She blankly checked her slit, flipped over staring at the ceiling, then turned to me grinning.

"...After all this, can't be helped. Not like you creampied straight-up..." She scooped the seeped cum from her pussy, rubbed against me—signaling next round.

Hmm... Her face screams "no issue"... Tempted to suggest creampie?

"Liz. What if—"

—Knock knock knock

...Huh? That sound...

Lizbet heard too; her pleased smile twitched into a stiff freeze.

"Liz~? You in there~?"

More knocks, then Als's voice. Still Sunday midday... Said he'd come late night, but already?

"...Oh, Als! Wait a sec!"

While ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I pondered, Lizbet jumped up, yelled at the door. What? Why? She headed to the wardrobe, whispering, "If we pretend not home, he'll wait or hunt us down... I'll fake sick and send him off."

Damn. Als shows, and she still wants to cram till the very end. Is Lv.9 really max?

Send Als packing, then pitch ownership?

"Just a minute!" Lizbet scrambled, primping and rummaging the closet.