Apple a day keeps the Ushi away... Wait...

Coerced-I mean-commissioned by a friend


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Why were you here again? Why did you subject yourself to this sort of self-deprecating act. Why were you sitting in a room full of fifty other men with a disability waiver on a small desk in front of you? Oh yeah, you were given $500 and you were a dirty little whore for that money… at least at this point anyway. Damn, these government grants were something else huh?

With all the bills piling up theres not much other options for two month late rent. You sat, one man amongst a group of fifty, in a large room with just enough desks for everyone. It looked to be a lecture hall in that the desks were raised for better viewing in the back. All around the room held a low mumble from the men, all harboring different opinions on what they were doing there and what they were expecting. Some were expressing excitement: coming here on a dare, some for the money, others looking like eight inch rimmed glasses nerds looking for a… Waifu, or whatever they called them. Nope, you were here for the money.

For
The
Money

There was even one guy in the corner of the room wearing shades looking all calm as hell, looking like he had been here many times before.

“So here for the ladies huh?” A little pipsqueak of a voice came out beside you, one of the mouth breathers decided to try and engage you. “Which one are you looking forward too?”

“Uhh, the big green one that pays for my rent.”
“Oooooh, you like Cake huh. You like ‘em old?”
“No, I just like the one that pays my electricity.”
“Oh so, you like-”
“Oh hey, I didn’t even know I was allergic to almonds lookie that~” Seems like the geek took a hint and left you to your own embarrassment. The last place you wanted to be was lock in with many other guys at a semen bank, donating to help girls in need for a nice chunk of change. When you entered earlier the receptionist handed you a typical information form, however, what struck you odd was the lack of a spunk cup to leave for them and a little cyclops that ushered you into this room. You took up a pen and filled out the typical information of your name, address, all the basic information. At the bottom held three boxes and descriptions next to them: Standard, Enhanced, or Steel package and then $100, $250, and $500 respectively. Lets go ahead and check that last box. If said box was checked: Are you allergic to manticore venom? Nope. Are you allergic or have problems with morphine? By God, what the hell did these doctors want? It seemed like there was many warning signs all around the $500 marker, all of which were even more waivers and health warnings. Who the fuck do they think you are? Canadian? Mark yes for all this shit and gimmie the munnies already.

It was about fifteen minutes after you finished filling out the papers until a lone little cyclops to the podium at center stage. She cleared her throat once, twice, with no one responding she took to a yardstick to smack the table. The loud crack was enough to shut the room down.

“Welcome! And thank you for coming to the MGC male clinic. As many of you know, we have a special grant going on today, if you have chosen our “Steel” package, please remain seated, all else, please move down the hall.”

The Cyclops waited patiently, much of the room’s men standing and leaving the room. Out of the original fifty men in the room, it was left to you, and six other men. Were the other guys here scared or something? How was that much money that easy to pass up? The Cyclops motions the seven of you into the first few seats.

“Seems like you are all our bravest men this month. Lets hope that bravery holds up.”

What?

“At least theres more of you than usual. Alright, if you’d please like to follow me, I will lead you to your ‘donation’ rooms.”

Ok, now there was a slight bead of sweat coming down your forehead.

The Cyclops rounded up the lot of you and led you all down the same hall the other men were guided out. Down the hall, you passed by the room the other men were now kept in, all eyes gazed upon the bravest souls being led into hell. The Cyclops led a man into separate rooms down the hall until you were the only one left and soon found yourself with your own personalized room. A specifically man sized table  in the center of a rather large and spacious room. The Cyclops takes your medical form, reading over form and snickering to the sights that you checked the ABSOLUTE WARNING box. She motioned you to the table mentioning something about doctor seeing you shortly, chortling with her exit.

You say down on the table in awkward silence, curious as why theres at least twenty feet between the table you sat on and any wall around you. It took another fifteen minutes before a tall lithe Jinko and Oni entered the room in a white lab coat and black dress. She made no acknowledgement of you in any form, strictly moving to the roller chair at the desk and pulled it over to you. That Oni looking rather intimidating at your side though. The Jinko took up your paper, looking over your name and other information. Jotting down notes on the side and giving a subtle ”Mhmm~” and “Ahhh~” every now and then.

“Alrighty then, lets go over basic information. You’ve already signed the health and safety waiver, so we can skip that~ Ok, what about heart conditions? Do you or your family have any history of heart condition?”
“Nope.”
“Allergy to any medicines?”
“No.”
“Any recent operations or broken bones that may still be healing?”
“What?”
“Any medications we should know about?”
“Huh?!”
“Alright, seems like you're good to go. Nurse, if you could please~”

A grip at your side found your wrist bound to the table.
“Yo...YOYOYO WHAT THE FUCK?! I thought I’d get a cup to go in, what the hell are you tying me to a table?”

“Oh… You didn’t read the waiver? There is no ‘cup’. We’re bringing the Girl directly to you.”
“WHOAWHOAWHAT?! I DIDN’T ASK FOR THIS! ”
“Thats the program you applied for, our ‘Steel” package. Our “Steel” pelvis package. The government has given us stipends for a special program, where men are stud out to the more ‘aggressive and dangerous’ monster girls that can’t find a husband. We’ve found it statistically proven to cut down on aggravated assaults and rapes around the city as well as provide the girls with the nutrition they need.” The Oni already had your other hand bound and now tied down your feet to the table as well. The doctor fumbled around in the cabinets, drawing out a syringe and some odd colored vials. She drew out the compound into the needle and made her terrifying way to you.

“Trust me, you’ll need this.” Despite your instant protests, she already injected whatever chemical it was into your arm. What was that she put in? Didn’t feel like anyth-OHHHHH GOD IT’S WARM, WARMWARMHOTHOTHOT. The chemical did nothing at first, and then came a warming sensation through your body which erupted into a smoldering fire. A smoldering fire in your crotch, instant erection.

“What the hell was that doc?”
“Manticore venom. You’re going to need it after the first few times you cum.” She left the needle in your arm, only changing out the rear vial into another one. That was had a cooling sensation to it.
“And then a tad of pain killer. I’ll send her in shortly. Good luck champ.”

Another bead of sweat trickled down your forehead.

You struggle against your bonds, immediately regretting this decision. MISTAKES WERE MADE. Rumbling at the door, clicking at the knob and it slowly opens. A black fluffy paw slips in through the door, then one little horn, black hair, and yellow Iris.

“H-Hello?” A meek little voice came through, awww she looked like a sweet little girlOH GOD ARE THOSE SPIDER LEGS?! IS THAT ALL FUR?! “Hello, I’m L-Laden. I”m… I’m the girl! Haha! I hope I’m not too hideous. I also hope it’ll be good for you.”

The large girl came into the room, large being an understatement, not that she was obese but the sheer size of her body was large. That explained the large room. She slinked her way into the room like a child thats been reprimanded. Although those eyes stared at you like a piece of raw Kobe steak tied up just for her. She even began drooling slightly at the sight of your form. She stood next to you, saying nothing, but letting her large fluffy paws and fingers grace your skin. Each caress and line the finger drew over your skin burned in aching desire. The hand that drew images in your skin trembled, wanting you in every which way. Stopping herself from ravishing your body to hell and back. It was like she was scared of a rape charge or something.

“I’m sorry. I… I can’t, I just can’t help… m-m-m-m-myself.’ A lick at her lips and her morality was gone. Off came your shirt in one quick rip. A moan came from her lips as the fingers came over your chest. She replaced her fingers with her tongue, tracing circles over your bare chest, paying heavy attention to your nipples. “Ahhhh~ you taste so good~” Her face pressed into your crotch, taking in a big smell of your scent. That sent a tremble in her many knees and off came those pants of yours as well. Those eyes of her lit up with joyous glare, all for her.

She took your already erect dick in her fluffy paws stroking softly back and forth, lowering herself into your length and merely rubbing your cock into her furry crotch. She pulled her front legs together to clasp down tight on your crotch, god that was enough to get you off. She took you out from between her legs and lowered her face to be on level with your length. Those eyes couldn’t be brighter.

Her warm breath tickled and danced around your cock and balls. A warm tongue starting at your balls and leading one line up to your tip. Immediately taking you into the back of her throat. She wasn’t giving a shit about your stamina. Working your head and shaft like it was 50% off day at the candy shop. She held a strong rhythm on your dick, cleaning every last inch of you with that wry tongue and soft cheek. She knew was she was doing, applying just the right amount of teeth at the end of every stroke. It was all too much for you to handle as you explode into her mouth. She rammed her head into your crotch, taking in every last ounce of your seed and swallowing it down like a mad dog. But your body was still hot, and she was still aching for it.

She pulled herself off your dick and rose above you, placing a hand on your cheek.

“The first of many my dear.”

Lowering herself slowly again, she guided you’re steely flesh into her hungering hole. Her sopping wet hole felt like complete fire that drove you over the edge, ready to fill her insides solely from that entrance. She grabbed the board you were tied against for better leverage. She rammed that drooling crotch onto your dick, pressing her breast into your face with each thrust. Riding your pole for all of 8 seconds and then more. Pumping you into her with reckless abandon, each thrust with a moan and whimpering cry of ecstasy.

“Sooooo~ Gooooooood~ Give it to me baby, give me your seed.” Those words sent a shiver down your spine and a throbbing in your dick and another load into that hungering snatch. She only picked up her crushing rhythm onto your dick. That manticore venom not letting you relax for one second. Her lips came down to meet yours in a spittle filled kiss, forcing her tongue into your mouth. This is going to be a long day.

THe Ushi ravaged your body for hours, taking turns with your dick in her mouth and alternating to her pussy between loads. That manticore venom earning it’s milage. She was lost to her own emotion at this point and she was nothing more than ravaging her sex toy like a wild beast. It was hours later before the Ushi was done. Her belly was swollen with your seed and a glazed over eyes. She rose off you, finally satisfied, struggling to stand on wobbly legs. She took up her garb to cover herself and slowly wander to the door to leave. She could only leave you there as a steaming mess, unable to comprehend anything of the real world, little more than a potato.

The Jinko finally came in to evaluate the situation. You looked destroyed, but you're length was still at attention.

“Oooooh~ my~ still aching huh lil’ guy?” Jinko took closed the door behind her, making sure to close the door behind her and that no one followed to watch. The Jinko took up your cock in her hand, stroking softly, chuffing along with each stroke. Even she took to your cock with her mouth, licking and lapping, but stopped short when she realized you weren’t even mentally there.

“Mmmm, Your unconscious hmm? Thats no fun. Damn, I’ll have to find a guy myself then. I’ll just bring you to a bed to sleep this off.”

You woke up later, however was it the same day or the next was unknown. You were in a room in the clinic, probably a recovery room, probably specifically for things like this. All you knew is that you were thirsty, groggy, and a horrible pain in your crotch. Raising the covers of the bed your entire lower half was black and bruised. Jeez, what did that woman do to you? Was it worth it? At least the pain killers made sense now. That woman knew how to rock a man’s world, thats for sure.

On the side of the table, was an envelope, a manila folder, and two bottles of water. They’ve been doing this for a while now. Inside the envelope was a large stack of cash, all of which you came for. The folder had a profile for the girl that took you too the moon. Laden, what a... unique name. You eyed the profile and a nearby trashcan; profile, trashcan, profile, trashcan, profile, trashcan...

Cellphone.

“H-Hello?”