The blue-skinned 3D futanari dickgirl
The blue-skinned 3D futanari dickgirl as fast as she could, not bothering to look back — she knew she wouldn’t see anything, anyway. Futa dickgirl would look almost human, were it not for the pointed ears, bright purple eyes, and breasts that would make a reader of magazines like “TITSTITSTITS” say “Oh, no way, man, sometimes big is too big.” Also, the fact that every pounding footstep took her into another dimension might be a clue, if anyone in those dimensions could see her for more than half a second. A dimension of nothing but lurid yellow fog, a dimension with five-thousand foot tall trees with villages distantly visible in the branches, a dimension of endless ocean… and still the Yaza-Q’than Beasts were catching up to her.
Futanari bitch had no choice. She would have to stop and fight them. She came to a halt in a paraverse with ugly square buildings in the distance and what appeared to be a road paved with coal under her bare feet. She drew two swords from scabbards strapped to her spell-warded leather harness and crouched into combat position and settled behind some kind of obviously planted bush between the two roads to wait. She could see them from here, as they crossed the dimensional boundary. Great big globs of shapeless greenish slime, with pulsing organs barely visible within, from which sprouted anywhere from two to seven tentacles, they moved slowly but relentlessly. If you were female, it didn’t help fighting them to know a good half of those pulsing organs were testicles, and none of them were brains. Typical, really.
The lovely extradimensional female’s ambush might have worked, too, were in not for some kind of vehicle — like a chariot, but without any beasts to pull it — came roaring down the road and nearly hit her. She managed to dodge just in time, but it meant falling face-first into the heaving bulk of the first monster — or, rather, breast-first, given her proportions. A tentacle instantly emerged with cobra-fast speed and wrapped around her waist, pushing her giant tits up so that her face pressed into her own cleavage.
“MMMMP!” she tried to scream, ready some kind of attack-spell, but her mouth was thoroughly muffled. She managed to get in one wild slice that neatly severed one of the monster’s tentacles, but then the others snaked and coiled around her arms and legs. Pulling her with a loud *PLOP* out of the their slimy mass, the creature’s hauled her spread-eagled into the air. She sobbed in breaths, and frame her succulent lips to voice a fire bolt spell.
“Rathu klasr o’lp cree-GLK!” The spell’s magic fizzled as a three-inch tentacle reared up and without even a little pause went straight into her mouth and down her throat. “Gk! GUK! GAK!” As if the sound of her being throat-fucked in broad daylight were some kind of signal, the other creatures lunged their spare tentacles after her. One went straight for her crotch, and was stopped rather rudely by her leather loincloth. With the logic of the brainless, it simply began to use three tentacles to remove the obstacle with violent tugs. The other one began wrapping its two mighty limbs around her harness-covered breasts, roughly pushing green muscle over flesh far softer than breasts those size had rights to. Her harness was already waaay too tight, so when that tentacle wrapped around it, the left tit just popped right out. The dark purple nipple was already thick and erect from the stimulation of the two tentacles pressing against her moistening crotch through her loincloth. Soon, the harness just snapped right off, and those questing tentacles greedily began to grope and mangle her succulent titflesh.
” Mmf! Mmnf! Mmm–NNNNF! NGUK!” The alien warrior’s muffled cries of protest turned to muffled cries of panic as she suddenly had an orgasm torn from her muscular body — before any of the tentacles had entered her dripping pussy. In fact, that slick juice from her azure cunt made the creature’s clumsy attempts to tear off her only protection that much easier, and with the sound of ripped leather her loincloth fell down onto the concrete. Her purple eyes went wide as a five-inch-thick tentacle rammed a foot straight deep into her moist hole. By now, her frantic gurgles had resulted in thick ropes of drool leaking from her abused mouth and dripping down onto her roughly molested breasts, but with that sudden invasion, she began to shake her head as another orgasm ripped through her body like icy fire. Another tentacle tried to mindlessly worm itself into her pussy, but couldn’t fit, so that just meant a rough tentacle-head was rubbing against her engorged tri-clit.
“Mmm… mmnnn… mmmkk…” All the female could do now was thrust her own hips against the tentacles and try to get herself as much pleasure as the brainless creatures turned her into their fucktoy. Even when a third tentacle wormed over her pussy and tickled the hole of her anus, she showed no response other than a slight groan that showed she knew another hard orgasm was on its way, and fast.
Fives minutes, and twelve of the warrior’s savagely powerful orgasms later, one of the three beasts flung the fucked-senseless creature over their — for lack of a better word — shoulder, her heavy breasts pressing against their gelatin-like mass. Then they began the slow slime back towards the Yaza-Q’than Temple she had stolen the sacred stone from.
Of course, none of the mindless entities had noticed said stone rolling out of her discarded harness and down the street into a sewage drain. As the extraplanar woman had thought before her brain had been fucked into a warm, pink mist, they weren’t known for their brains.
