Nunu Breeds a Foreigner

[02:25 PM] Vouloir Aimer was dressed in her finest attire consisting of a perfectly fit black lace dress around her womanly curves as she stared up toward the large painting presented on the hardwood wall with a deeply thoughtful look. The painting presented a large male figure standing triumphant over a pile of ruble, holding aloft the flag of the foreign nation Vouloir was currently staying in. She didn't get to see these kinds of things often, being far too busy with her nightly life to go to art shows and the like. So to stand in the halls of a great family house lined with marble floors, countless maids and butlers, and pieces of art more expensive than some people's entire life earnings was more than a treat for the young, free-spirited girl. And, to think, she got here all because she accidently clicked an ad on her friend's laptop. Some might say it was a one in a million chance.
But, she was not here to gloat about how she, well, got here. It was like a dream being in this wonderland of a castle. Turning her gaze away from the painting to look down the hall, she lifted up a piece of paper in her hand and glazed over with her bright golden yellow eyes. "So next is the. . .dining room!" She thought aloud as she made her way down the white rock floor to her next place in the tour.

[02:38 PM] Princess Nunu had been in her room for quite some time, the likes of the visiting guest going wholly unnoticed by The Rat Princess as she spent her time lazing away. In truth, she had been sleeping terribly lightly all the while, not constrained by any sort of scheduling or worries that she needed to awaken for. The Maids knew not to tempt waking The Princess, but the wandering guest couldn't have such experience. Only the sound of steps passing her door brought her to wakefulness, the stone floor below Vouloir clacking along as The Princess felt an immediate fury rise over her from being brought into consciousness. She arose from bed, still in her sleeping gown as she stomped her way over to her door and slung it open, able to see the passing girl just down the hall. "Hey!" She called, her eyes narrowing at the sight of the wide hipped shape that occupied her palace, that wasn't any servant of the family, she would remember a hind like that. "You woke me up! Get back here and apologize this instant!" The Princess demanded, her ever short figure peeking half out of the doorway for Vouloir to see if she were to turn around. "What is a common bitch doing here anyway? This is a Castle for mice."

[02:47 PM] Vouloir Aimer turned on her heels immediately to face the sudden squeaking voice that angrily addressed her. Being on about a foot away from the open door, Vouloir looked down the hall for whoever was shouting toward her but found not a soul with her. That is, until she looked down to notice the small whiskered girl, causing her to jump a slight bit in surprise. All this time in the halls, she sort of forgot people actually live here. Placing a hand on her own thin waist as she leaned over to match eyes with the rat-girl, Vouloir smiled gently though had an obviously superior look in her eye. "Oh, sorry, dear." It was rare she ever got to literally look down on someone and the heavy tone of sarcasm in her voice made it clear she held not respect for the princess. "Did I wake up the little rich-bitch from her beauty-sleep? You know, I'm a guest to your house, as a matter of fact. So, maybe watch your tone with adults, short-stuff." Feeling triumphant in her act of, as she saw it, putting the child in her place, Voul rose back to a standing pose before turning to go on down her hall, expecting the rat to simply run and cry.

[02:59 PM] Princess Nunu stared at the woman as she began to step back away, the frustration building along Nunu's face obvious as her face flushed a bright scarlet. "Do you even know who I am!?" She questioned, suddenly beaming from her door. She was small, but certainly fast all the while. The Rat's hands slapped themselves against Vouloir's ankles, her shortness not even demanding she bend to far to do so. With a sudden tug, she yanked those feet out from under the guest, The Rats tone calling up among the echoing hall. "I'm The Princess of this castle, and I'm not going to let any lowly whore with an ass like some kind of brood bitch push me around in my own home!" The Rat blatantly stepped onto Vouloir, her small figure climbing the tripped woman without hesitation all for the sake of bringing her foot to the back of that green topped head and shoving it into the marble floor where it belonged. "You damn foreigners deserve to be bred out by now." The maids that had peeked into the hall didn't seem to address the assault at hand, many of them being victims of the same small rage before. They were content not to bother intervening with the guest who had dug her own grave.

[03:09 PM] Vouloir Aimer didn't have a single second to react before she was suddenly kissing the cold rock-carved ground that was once at her feet. Having barely enough in her natural reactions to slow her decent by falling on her hands, the pearl-white skinned woman let out a yelp of pain as she face met with the floor. Feeling a heavy weight push down on her back, she knew just what the brat was doing as she stepped on her back. Furious someone would disrespect her, especially as child, Vouloir hastily attempted to push herself up to her feet but was quickly defused as the rat princess' foot pressed the intruder's lips back into the floor. Not very strong to begin with, Vouloir was rather helpless as she tried to lift herself up without any results, only able to listen with shock to the little girl's words. Brood, bitch, bred. <What the fuck kind of place teaches their kids these kinds of words?!> The woman thought to herself, not quite putting two and two together as to was about to happen to her.

[03:25 PM] Princess Nunu let her leg shift about, the press on the back of Vouloir's head grinding her features into the marble. "Good luck getting up." She told in such retaliation to those protesting struggles. "I'm surprised you can even pick yourself up with all this ass jutting in the air." Nunu delivered one hardened slap against the clothed cheek, her tail snapping against it in a whip-like motion to leave a fine streak welting where she punished the guest. The Princess turned, bringing herself down to blatantly sit on her new bitch's head so she could reach out and wring up the back of that black dress until its hem was being tugged up around those twin bearing hips. It was only when the pale flesh of those soft hips were shown that she brought her hands up and sent two clapping grips hammering against her sides so that greedy handfuls of it could be groped so rough and abruptly, The Rat treating the pinned girl like property to explore and claim every pale curve as her own. "You know the bad thing about all the common rats that dirty up the poor parts of town is that even the pretty ones don't have a good set of hips to carry my broods in, so I think you're gonna donate a bit of these fat assed genes for my brats."

[04:52 PM] Vouloir Aimer cried out in a shocked moan as the rat's segmented tail lashed across her thick ass, leaving a pink mark under her dress. Biting down on her lower lip, Vouloir tried to hush herself from another such outburst until she felt a much heavier, softer weight push down her face, leaving her barely able to breath as her glossed lips kissed the freshly waxed floor. Being used as some brat's throne pushed Vouloir over the edge as she desperately tried to move around and call for help. Both fruitless efforts as she couldn't hope to bend her arms properly to reach the girl and her lips could only groan out muffled words through the floor's stone. Feeling truly helpless under the control of a child, the woman's eyes began to water up, single strands of her salty tears rolling straight into the marble tile. Though her torment would not end with being used simply as a seat. Opening her eyes in fearful surprise as she felt her legs growing colder with her dress being lifted to reveal her two pillowie ass cheeks and shapely thighs. Nunu's hand felt even smaller than they truly are in the heavy pieces of dough-meat, kneading the mounds together. <Her broods?! W-wait, she's not a one of those is she!?!> The woman thought to herself, implying only the worst fate she could have met here. Running into a shemale. Rare in her home country, Vouloir only knows shemales as sex-crazed animals, not royal children.

[05:15 PM] Princess Nunu set about spanking the round cheeks in her own amusement, the firm handfuls she squeezed a hold of so vigorously leaving marks in the place of her small fingertips like bruises along that pale flesh. The Rat's hands sank into the plump valley and spread it, exposing those anal ring hidden between them with a squeal of delight. She pressed at the tightness of that anal ring, her digits blatantly going where they pleased as one abruptly sank into the hole only to arc into a hook and tug with a ferocious stretch. "Oh I like this~" Nunu coed, voicing out her appraisal of Voluloir's body so shamelessly, "I think once I'm done putting my brats in you I'll have to train that ass into my cock milker!" The Mouse sounded so giddy, the true childishness of her young nature showing itself in the most depraved pf ways. It wasn't until she stood that the weight on the back of her captive's head let up. It was at this moment that The Girl turned around once more and reached down, taking a handful of the guest's hair to pull her face from the floor. The free hand worked upon her own panties, under her dress showing the bulging package hidden away that throbbed eagerly against it tight fabric prison. As Nunu peeled her thin panties down, her cock sprang from her, standing out in all its throbbing glory before she promptly pulled Vouloir's face into staring up at it, the girthy breeder slapping down against her pale features to use her as a pedestal. Thick globs of pre spilled against the captive's face, staining it in the clinging scent of young, fertile rat stud as The Princess let her take in what kind of womb buster would be stuffed into that pale body. "Aw look, you're already crying and we haven't even started yet!"

[06:04 PM] Vouloir Aimer's eyes rolled up to the ceiling as she felt the petite rat's finger dig deep into her puck and hook in her tight backdoor. Why was this happening to her of all people? She was just on a lovely trip and now she was being told she'd make a perfect cum receptacle by a girl less than half her own age. But, even as her ass was left alone by the spoiled cock-monger, she didn't get much time to rest. Feeling a childish hand take a clump of her hair and drag her up nearly pulled out a cry of pain from Vouloir. Nearly if not for something else much more threatening shutting her up. Her sparkling yellow eyes stared upward in pure disbelief as she met face to throbbing vein with the thing that would soon be breeding with her womb. Between her thic thighs, the woman could feel a tingle course through her frame as her lower-body was a tad more honest about enjoying this than she let on. Breathing heavy with fear, the girl attempted to speak up in a much more submissive voice "I-I'm sorry. . .Just please d-don't do this to me." The soon-to-be-mother pleaded with the princess, the tears in her eyes refusing to stop streaming down her cheeks to ruin her masquara into long black streaks on her porcelain skin.

[06:27 PM] Princess Nunu pressed her curvy captive against the rod that pulsed against her, letting her feel every beat of her powerful heart before she lifted her hips once more to suddenly slap her testis down against the basking face. The way those pent up orbs twitched showed just how much power swelled in the dense balls, each one twitching with pressure so eager and demanding that the swimmers caught inside could almost be felt churning angrily in need of release. "Oh it's far too late for sorry. I'm going to make you my prime little bitch wife right here on the floor where dirty foreigners like you deserve to be fucked~" The Rat eased back, stuffing Vouloir's face back to the floor before climbing over the hill of her ass to settle herself sitting against those thick thighs, straddling them as the combination of her legs being too short and those thighs being simply too plump kept The Princess from touching the floor. This never seemed to bother the short mouse as she took a hold of her cock's root, guiding it between those pale legs to bring it right against her loins, its broad head kissing her pussy as one mighty throb sent a glob of pre welling between those unprotected folds that The Rat was so eager to rub in and smear until the glue-like primer layered every inch of those folds. Nunu's hips raised high, the cock leaving those lips for a few short seconds before one sudden thrust had the thick tip spearing against the fertile hole, The Princess so blatantly taking what's hers in one hole splitting thrust.

[12:11 AM] Vouloir Aimer slowly shut her eyes tight as the tears streaming along her pastel-white only drained faster. Bite down on her teeth, Vouloir could only hope not to bite her tongue as she felt the rat align her wife-breaking baby-machine to her pink sex. Under her breath, gentle whimpers drifted into the uncaring floor on which she was about to be made a bitch upon. Well, at the very least she would be the bitch of royalty. A thought that didn't make the fact she was about to be violated by a grade-schooler any less humiliating. She wouldn't be allowed to show her face to a single soul outside of the castle ever again, sure the maids that whispered down the hall would spread the news like gossiping flies. But, using up what little time she had to think, the grounded woman was suddenly dragged back into reality as the the tar drooling member was gently pulled away from her cunt. She didn't even have the chance to formulate an ounce of hope before the mother-making gut wrench impaled her womb in one thrust. The walls of sex were torn aside as the rat's head plunged into her, sending her body into a helpless quiver like an earthquake had just struck her very core. Unable to control her natural reaction to being the sleeve of such a monster meat, Vouloir's head shot up from the ground toward the long-halls end. Her once tender voice was blown away by an ear-piercing scream that rang through the entire palace - everyone in the local land would know their princess had just found her first wife. "AHHHHHHHHHH! GOD, PLEASE! SOMEONE SAVE ME! I DON'T WANT TO BE HER BITCH!! SAVE ME!! PLEASE!!" The cock-sock screamed out through her makeup ruined face as a final plea of help. But little more than divine intervention could save her now.

[12:35 AM] Princess Nunu brought her hips locking in against the new bitch's hind, one heavy sound of flesh slamming against flesh calling out all around them in such a ferocity that the hall filled with their rutting sounds as soon as The Princess began her furious thrusts. She gave no time to indulge or rest, the tenseness of her cock aching to be pleased as she hammered against the plump pussy like it were property to breed and pump full whenever she pleased. The back of Vouloir's womb took a primal beating, the broad head of Nunu's cock slamming against it in such a way that used the tightness of the woman's cervix like some sort of depraved cock ring to tease the spunk from that throbbing rod. The Princess's balls beat into the helpless woman's clit, pressing that sense of domination just as deep as her cock as the tenseness of each cum factory churned against Vouloir's very skin, letting her feel the way the hefty nuts boiled in passion, a riot of swimmers pent up and ready to make a mother out of the stolen pussy. "Nobody is gonna help you now!" She told, emphasizing her ever mocking tone with one bone shaking slam that had her bolstering in to the root of her cock in that punished hole, the royal baby maker shoving against the tightened walls so hard it was like they were trying to reshape those squeezing insides into the very contour of its breeding immensity. "You're here to take my brats and milk my cock like a good plump assed wife!" Nunu told in such a matter of fact manner that not even the onlooking maids were ones to disagree with that anymore. They knew well that the foreigner was going to be a new permanent addition to The Palace, though one that was likely to only find itself underneath a girl young enough to be her daughter.

[12:51 AM] Vouloir Aimer clawed away at the ground as she desperately used the last bit of air in her lungs, digging her fingers so deep into the marble floor she risked actually cutting the stone. Slamming her own back into the floor, Vouloir coudl all but scream her heart out as she was made the foolish mold for the rat's cock. Or, rather, her womb was. Every body-thundering slam of the royal's hips on the fay's fat thighs deepened her new role as the child's slave. As well as deepening other, more monstrous things. But, the woman's body could not lie. With every cervix crushing knock on the baby-making room inside Voul's body, the feminine juices of cunt splattered her own walls as well as the groin of the rapist rat, leaving a pool of pre-cock-snot and bimbo juice to blend inside Vouloir's body. The strange concoction made for an even better onahole for the spoiled child to dump her nut's eager children inside - her own pre giving Voul's pink walls more grip whilst the whore's own sex-water made it easier and easier to plow into her soon-to-be-sperm-bank. Balling her hand into an enraged fist, Vouloir slammed down her frail hand to the marble, hoping the pain would distract her from the ravaging of her body but it lead to only her throwing up her head once more, a new fury in her eyes to replace the sadness of her violation. "Fine! I'll bear you fuck-off-ugly children, you rapid-cunt! But, I'll never let you have what you want! You're life is going to be hell from now on!" Grandiose as the threat was in slang, it carried next to no bight as, soon after, a deep and wanting moan slipped past Vouloir's smeared lipstick, the whispered words of "Fuck, she's gonna make me cum" beinging entwined in the girlish breath.

[01:17 AM] Princess Nunu reached her hands out, pressing her fingers into the woman's hair and take two greedy handfuls, openly using her grip against that head to pull herself into each womb busting thrust. The Rats' hips were quickly becoming a blur, the collisions of older hips against the younger body now a series of claps that nearly sounded like one long and continuous sound of pure wet lust. "What's that, Wife Bitch?" She questioned, not even knowing Vouloir's name before she began turning her into a baby maker. It was likely she'd never bother to learn it anyway. "Speak up when your stud is knocking you up! Little sluts like you aren't allowed to say no!" The Brat sent one arcing thrust slamming into her new cumdump's pussy, her body shifting itself more to allow it to loom over the plump ass, the thrusts rearing that pale ass high so The Prrincess could let the power of gravity lend itself to every new hip straining pound. Nunu jack hammered into her property, the scent of hot pheromones leaking all around them, filling the halls with a mind sizzling bath of chemicals that told of just how virile she small mouse was even for her underage body, the pure taste of stud worthy genes staining Vouloir's very body like every rat in the palace had to know that she was here for Nunu alone to drain her balls into.

[01:39 AM] Vouloir Aimer allowed a single grunt of pain pass her lips as her hair was dragged upward, forcing her to see the bobbing expression of the eager-breeder loom above her. Mustering what little strength she could through each cunt-splattering thrust of the rat's queen-sized cock, Vouloir spoke up with gritted teeth and hateful eyes. "I-I said-!!" Cut short by a sudden, animalistic smell flooding her senses, Vouloir soon found it hard to process her surroundings. Drowned in the musk of the child's heavy, cum-churning balls and natural breeding pheromones, it felt like the odor was clinging to her very skin with its heavy weight. But, she would not be deterred by the overwhelmingly powerful scent as she quickly tried to regain her composer, or what was left it before. "I s-said I-I-I-I!!!" Once again, she was cut short but this time by her own actions. Under the increasingly intense sensation of her womb being pried open by Nunu's cock-bar, Voul couldn't hold herself back for long. Screaming out in a sultry moan of mind-rotting pleasure, Vouloir's true feelings came pouring past her gritted teeth. "I'M CUMMING, FUCK!" Tears flowed down her pearl-perfect yellow eyes as she admitted her painful truth. "PLEASE, PLEASE! STOP, I DON'T WANT TO LIVE LIKE THIS! I'LL GET ADDICTED TO BEING YOUR BABY-BREEDER! PLEASE! A-A-AHHHHH! I'M CUMMING AGIAN!" And, like clock work, whoreish juices sprayed out from her sex like a waterfall of regret, covering both her own inner thighs and her pint-sized lover in her failure as a proper being worth any respect. To most, even herself, she was officially under the royal's rule, locked in her nightmare of a new life.

[02:04 AM] Princess Nunu felt beads of sweat glistening against her young body, the effort of fucking her newly claimed wife running a burning passion inside her to breed and seed so hot that her body flushed red in its intensity. The thick globs of pre-spunk spilling free from around their connection openly steamed with every bit of pheromone and lust drunk scent that arose like a sex mist around them. Nunu's body tense, a tingling running up her hips as the tip of her cock ground into the back wall of Voiloir's womb, those churning nuts growing so pent up and dense that the fleshy claps were turning into hard hitting thuds that wasted no tie in setting those plump curves jiggling with every slap of childish body against whorish ass. "Well you better get ready to be my knocked up little addict, because I'm about to put my bitch brats in you right now!" She told, her hips slamming down in one more brutal collision of their bodies as the tenseness of her cock gave one warning lurch, the thick cum building up inside so thick that the rod itself struggled to spurt out its first load. One eager twitch had the whole shaft flexing, its power flaunting as the young rat's balls hugged in tight against the root of her cock's root. The first rope of spunk shot right into the unprotected womb, each gush of seed following clinging against those soft walls as Vouloir's core filled with a bath of white that was intent on making a mother out of her right then and there. Billions upon billions of swimmers invaded that fertile hole, soon enough the excess spunk that simply couldn't remain in such a stuffed hole beginning to flood out the weaker of the lot around their connection to let the stronger take their prize. Glue-Thick seed spilled against ever inch of those insides, Nunu swaying her hips to churn the new musky filling that spilled from the overstuffed pussy in globs dense enough that they refused to leave their almost gel-like clumps as they smacked against the floor. Every drop of ovary busting cream helped to send the pressure driven load into bloating the crying woman's very tubes as the army of swimmers grew intent on creaming those very egg sacks with underage rat genes like that womb was built for nothing else but pumping out litter after litter of Nunu's babies.

[2016/12/04]Vouloir Aimer clenched her teeth tight as tried to contain her convulsing bodies orgasm, she at the very least didn't want to be a spasming idiot while she was being made a mother. But the effort was less than helpful as the cock-bound child violently based her hips against her new whore's wet inner thighs. At the point of her third consecutive orgasm, Vouloir felt the rod inside her sex suddenly tense up and expand in a single location, signaling just where the heavy, child-making load was. Every thundering pulse of the cum-draining girl-meat sent echoes through Vouloir's core, roaring toward her baby room in a most primal language. By the time the lead was at the head of Nunu's cock, the woman below her had basically given up on life - knowing that the churning tadpoles inside the encroaching load could knock-up a rock let alone her ample and ready womb. She'd be more than lucky if her first patch of rat babies wasn't at least octuplets. Finally, once the hot and fresh nut-grenade had drained into her cervix, it developed less into a glob and more into a balloon, expanding and collecting to itself as more and more cum tried to pump into the maiden uterus. Once her second wave of cum was ready to blow, the sticky white glue-balloon inside Vouloir easily matched the size of her mother-room, floating from the top of Nunu's cock with the threat of instant pregnancy. And such an inevitable fate can't be denied for long. [b]POP!/b] The tar orb suddenly exploded without a single warning, splattering the vicious sperm all along her womb, painting the feminine room a perfect white. One could almost audibly hear the crack inside Vouloir's head as the bubbles eruption rippled into her brain. But her fate did not end there. If the first load didn't breed her fertile egg, the following ones would. Each new oil-like leak of fresher and fresher sperm into her sex ensured a new patch of rat brats to suck her body dry. As each new layer globed into her cervix, space was quickly leaking out. Where were thousands of 100% pregnancy chance swimmers to go once Vouloir was developing a small bump in her abdomen? Why, to less ready but even more ripe eggs inside her untouched tubes. Every egg inside of her cum-stained form was raped and breed by the rat's genes. But her body couldn't contain such assault. Instead, it needed to develop a way to nature each and every newly fertilized egg. Essentially, her womb froze itself. But not before some of the eggs could escape their captor tubes. Easily dozens of sperm-carrying eggs flooded into her ready chamber, making for a handsome new batch of royal rat children soon to come.