Party Girl General #4 [Autofellatio]

	Dawn comes, you finish your hearty breakfast consisting almost entirely of horse cum and stash the rest in a chest. It's non-perishable, thankfully. It's really tasty, pleasantly sweet with a minty aftertaste. Only a little savory. It gives you a bit of a high, and makes you feel... well, healthy. You might have to consult the Tinkerer on its actual nutritional values. It's just sad that it has a pretty long cooldown.
	Refreshed, and wearing something more appropriate in your social slots, (like, for example, a neon flaming skull and a leather biker jacket) you make sure you have some gold with you before embarking, and as you summon your flying piggy bank, you have a little flashback of the previous night. You'll have enough fap fuel for a while. Even then, what the hell came over the Party Girl? Does she get like this regularly? And more importantly, what if she doesn't opt for mere rubbing next time?
	You close your piggy bank and step over to your safe, accessing the magically enhanced space within to check for any leftover gold. You're quite the scatterbra- Magically enhanced... space.
	You'll be paying the Wizard a visit for sure. Later.

	On the way to the Painter, you pay a quick visit to the wielder of ye horsecocke herself. She's at her desk, examining some kind of large parcel. She stands up with a start when you enter. Not nervous at all, nope. You wish her a good morning, to which she stutters a "G-Good morning to you too!" She manages a smile by the end, but you can still see some involuntary twitches in her posture. What you don't see is any signs of a horsecock, a true rarity. Huh, she must have it sheathed away. You can definitely see her balls, though, a pair of distracting weights swaying in tune with her every movement. You should show the Party Girl the wonders of invisibility potions some day. Not yet, no. That'd be a waste.

	No matter. You gratefully compliment the Party Girl on her gift.
"Thanks! It took a long time to- process!" She beams in response, holding her hands behind her back. You make no allusion whatsoever to the previous night, but you do tell her how great it tastes and that you'll make sure to eat all of it. E-v-e-r-y single drop.
The Party Girl blushes deeply, stammering out a "Y-Yeah, I put it on e-everything!" You're sure she does.
You casually ask her name while leaning against the table, sneakily examining the contents of the half-opened parcel on her table.
"I- Uh, Trixy. The name's Trixy!" She beams. Her breath smells faintly of mint, and you're not sure whether she even has any toothpaste. "Ooooooooh, what's yours?" She bounces a tad, bringing motion to certain parts of her body. Two, or rather three (five) parts in particular.
You tell her. The box is filled to the brim with red rubber. Several kilos of it, and it doesn't look like the usual party equipment.
"That's a nice name. I hope we'll become the greatest of friends!" She reaches out a hand for a handshake. Dainty, small hands. You doubt she has any fun using those, even if she uses both. You lightly grab her hand for a firm shake, but she instead pulls you in for a tight hug. You feel a little peck on your right cheek before you can even respond, then there's a pair of wide blue eyes staring into yours as she holds your hand tight. It's hard to imagine such an innocent girl hiding away such a monster betwixt her legs.
"I know you're busy, so I'll let you go! But remember, you're welcome here anytime!" You can still see her blushing, yet all nervousness has faded away. She really just wants to make friends, doesn't she?
	You wave Trixy goodbye, reminding her of hew new bedroom and promising that you'll visit soon.

	You aren't quite finished with Trixy's new abode yet, though. You need to grind for some platinum - curse you and everyone around for not starting this world in Expert. A discount card would be really nice, too. But none of that really matters right now. You've mostly finished the bedroom and have added some last minute modifications.
	As long as you think of modifications as "hiding something and turning it on." Which you did. Cameras. In several angles. You are a total pervert and you know it, which is why you added an additional bonus of two stacks of your own collection under the Party Girl's bed for her to 'accidentally discover'. But you won't let her have the automatic jackoff tool yet, you still need to make a few modifications.


	You fall off a cliff, catch a few butterflies, fish up a Reavershark and then comes nightfall. Huddling behind one of your modifications, you peek through a peeping hole right at the Party Girl's bed. You've aligned the view really well, which is not a hard thing to do at all when everything is made of eight cubic foot blocks. So you skip congratulating yourself and instead observe the Party Girl entering the room, weary after a day of... what, exactly? Partying? You have no idea what all your NPCs do all day, cooped up in their little cubbyholes with nothing but a shitty wooden table, shitty wooden chair and shitty wooden torch that miraculously doesn't make them choke.

	Trixy sighs, then slumps onto her king-sized bed without even pausing to marvel at your queen-sized creation of a room. Harumph. You'ved painted it so hard, and you don't even get any appr- Ooh, she's rolled over on her side and her arm is hanging off the side of the bed... right about- There, she's found one of the oh so cleverly stashed magazines. You'd congratulate yourself by sucking your own dick, but you don't have one. It'd be easy enough to try. You should be flexible enough. In fact, you should try it right no- She's reaching for it!

	The Party Girl picks up your favorite - or second favorite, it's hard to pick - eromanga about several young, beautiful girls finding a new liking in horse riding. After riding horses since childhood, mind you. It's a perfectly christian book full of pure girl on girl love with a core of strong, dependable horse. Perfect reading material for any family, really.
	Trixy paws it and curiously leafs through it, laying on her back with legs brought close. She didn't even bother taking off her shoes! She must've been the worst to bring up. She skips a few page and reaches the more raunchy bits and you watch with great excitement as she hugs her legs together and splays them out, revealing the great resting mass off her balls as well as a lightly engorged cock mostly obscured by the mandatory sock. Her balls have a woolen sock around them too, this time. Fancy.
	You can make out her blush even through the dim light. Her hair also seems to go just a little straighter each time she gets aroused, which also helps. Her wide eyes dart across the page, jumping from one lascivious depiction to another, and with each page, her cock grows another inch. A shaky hand soon joins it, idly rubbing it out of its sheath as the Party Girl finds *that* bit. She pauses, and a spark passes between her eyes. Yep, got the idea. This is too easy.

	Trixy spreads her knees apart and looks at her half-mast over the magazine, likely internally debating as to why she shouldn't do it. And she failed, utterly and completely as she left the magazine at her side, one hand cradling her enormous nuts, pushing them up as the other rubbed her meat against her own navel. Her eyes occasionally dart over to the eromanga as if for guidance, and she lightly jacks herself off to get to the requisite size.

	You inch closer in your little hidey hole, pressing your face right up against the divider to get as much of a view as possible. It's not like you'd need more - you have at least four (4) cameras recording the event from multiple angles, and you have the absolute best view yourself - of Trixy enormous, churning balls, ones that haven't been emptied since... well, yesterday tonight, so it might not be as spectacular, really; of Trixy's growing shaft and how it leaves a trail of glistening precum all the way up her colorful shirt, all the way up to her waiting mouth.

	The Party Girl aims her enormous horsecock with the aid of both her hands and even arms, folding her stupidly wide flare up so it fits in her own mouth. She groans around her own shaft, the animalistic thing barely fitting at all as she crams as much of it inside as she can - which is not much at all. She does make out with her own gaping urethra, though. How do you know? The loud slurping. There's a lot of it, all coming from her tongue licking all across and inside her urethra, suckling on her own bountiful precum right at the tap.

	But it's obvious enough from where you're sitting it won't last for long. She's still growing, still has some inches on top and that'll get awkward without help. You absentmindedly rub your thighs together, deciding what to do before you pull your own slick hand out from between your legs. You haven't even realized you were rubbing yourself this whole time. You hear the Party Girl choking a little, and you decide on a course of action.

	You carefully open the door of the closet you've been hiding in - thankfully, you've oiled everything right and proper - and sneak out on soft feet along the smooth floor, carpet-less and designed for easier cleanups. The Party Girl's equine musk wafts through the air, mixed with her natural bubbly sweet aroma and her wet attempts at autofellatio cover your approach. You reach the double extra super mega actually normal bed and climb up, barely avoiding the Party Girl's splayed legs. Trixy has both her eyes closed, concentrating on her own cock as she milks herself for all she's got, one hand squeezing at her stupendous nuts while the other crams more of her cock in her mouth and, failing that, just rubs it off.

	Coming closer, you dip low in front of the convulsing Party Girl as you near your target - her balls. Just as she crams another two inches into her mouth, you stick our your tongue and take a long, wet taste of her left testicle. She doesn't seem to notice much, though her hand itches at the spot. Then you quickly cup the same testie and kiss it deeply, your lips just touching her hand. This is where she shrieks a muffled moan, but not entirely because of the kiss. It's most likely because your other hand went farther below her balls. You've stuck a middle finger right up her bum, and are now fishing for her prostate. It's not hard to find at all.

	Thing with Terraria is, there are no bathrooms. None. That's because nobody has any need. So the Party Girl's ass, as large as it may be, is as clean as a whistle. The most she's ever shat were bunnies and rainbows. Not literally, that'd be horrifying. It could be weaponized, though. So you poke and prod at Trixy's bud without a fear in the world. You hear a prolonged "Hnnnnn-" as you stab your finger right into her oversized prostate. You're not in the habit of exploring many anal cavities, but you're pretty sure it's oversized. It'd be par for the course, not to mention it feels like it shouldn't feasibly fit into a normal human being. Maybe that's why her hips are so wide - to stash away all the equine hardware. You're sure to make good use of all of them.

	So you kiss and slobber all over the Party Girl's balls while she loses herself in the throes of pleasure, forgetting entirely that she's got an intruder. You bury your face in her balls, taking a good, long, hard whiff. Mhmm, horseballs. A kind of earthy smell mixed with the synthetic sweetness and stinginess of aromatic perfumes and gels. You take a long, hard taste. Yep. Kind of sweet, kind of stingy and absolutely delicious. So you pepper her definitely delectable horse balls with kisses and licks like you'd do to an enormous jawbreaker, allowing the Party Girl's hand to push your head further into her hot pair.

	Your finger, meanwhile, is joined by another as you circle Trixy's oversized prostate, its muscles periodically twitching around nothing. She seems to be holding back an orgasm - or you may be accidentally edging her, there's basically no difference to you. You're just here to cover her balls in drool, tenderize her prostate and jack off the base of her cock while her mind does all the work. Or she just looks over back to the eromanga filled with horsey fun. It's not like she can see you down here over her cock, anyway - just your kicking legs and butt, and you honestly doubt she can recognize all her friends by their asses. Well, actually... you wouldn't doubt it at all, but you hope she doesn't. Maybe. Whatever.

	Trixy then folds her legs over one another, laying them on top of your back and pressing your shoulders and arms together. She's being very loud, and her movements are... very twitchy. It's almost like she's trying to buck into her own mouth. She must be very close - so you redouble your efforts, squeezing another finger up her ass and tickling and playing with her ginormous prostate as her asshole squeezes your fingers together tight, almost painfully. You bull away from her balls to watch, leaving them moist and overflowing with backed up semen, ready to be upended into some needy mare. But there's no mare. Just two broads.

	The Party Girl sometimes likes pretending that her horsecock is its own person, playing pretend with it and all. She's got dolls, barbies, legoes (quite painful) and those cheap green soldiers. She even has muppets. Bosco fits perfectly on the tip of her flare, but she never liked Bosco. So she usually just sidles up to a mirror and dresses each of her nuts in a different muppet. It's usually Garbo and Malloy. She puts on Bosco while erect so he slides back into her sheath, only for him to pop up in the middle of Garbo and Malloy's fun and ruin everything. What a total party pooper.
	Her horsecock was a lot more individualistic now as it refused her every request to cease and desist and behave. The action her prostate got probably hadn't helped. She felt a rumbling deep inside her, and she soon forgot about resisting entirely, instead choosing to roll her eyes up into her head and moaning with a mouthful of cock. A loose definition of 'choosing', that is. An even looser definition of 'resisting', too.

	You felt the rumble, too. Her prostate expands twofold, nearly crushing your fingers against the anal cavity - before it powerfully deflates, pumping an entire pint up her shaft at lightning speed. You squeeze her balls and keep feeling up her prostate for at least a while, but you're now on your knees and observing the Party Girl get lost in a thunderstorm of pleasure. You audibly hear her messily gulp down the first pint, then most of the second pint - though her lips have weakened enough to let a few drops force their way out. The third is even messier, some of it even coming out through her nose - and that's when you decide to intervene.

	You pull out your hands and drop your pants in one fluid motion - revealing your thoroughly untended virgin snatch, drooling constantly for the last five minutes or so - and lunge yourself at the Party Girl, forcing her against the bed as you hug her horsecock against her with your entire body. You wiggle your way from her legs and slide on top of her her squirming, twitching nutsack, rubbing your exposed entrance against the base of her diamond-hard urethra. It spreads your lips just the slightest and you feel every powerful cup-sized rope of seed on its way to the top right against the very core of your being. But that's not all.
	You cradle Trixy's cock between your breasts and slide higher, your eyes just about level with hers, currently sloping upwards. You grab her cock with one hand and her forehead with the other and remove her from her own cock at the right instant - and then you kiss her sideways with the cock in the middle, sharing the projectile load with the Party Girl. You barely stop the next pneumatic squirt of cum from escaping past your collective lips, but you gulp most of it down all the same. It's sweet, sweeter than before - and Trixy's moans only add to its sweetness. Sliding your hips up and down her urethra, you quickly get yourself off on a combination of her sheer hardness and the amount of cum. And quick it is, as you join in on the moaning while drenching the Party Girl's nuts in another fluid, the combination of feeling them buck against your thighs and the ensuing stream of thick cum sliding right past your nether lips only to be deposited in all its bubbly goodness in both your mouths is a magical thing.

	The Party Girl's orgasm lasts for another dozen pints - it's hard to keep track of time with miss long crotch face here - but at the end you're left with a bellyful of hot, sweet Trixy baby matter and a bucking urethra, still trying to conduct more of the stuff even though its reservoir has been thoroughly drained. You're left panting and tired, and you dip your hands down to scoop up a bit of your own female cum, - you must've came at least twice - tasting it and poking it in Trixy's wide open mouth, too. All you get in turn is a faceful of cum breath as the Party Girl pants and pants, too blissed out to even properly lick your fingers off. Her tongue just quickly slaps against your fingers before she gulps around your fingers, licking her lips and leaving her tongue lolling out afterwards. Afterglow hitting hard, huh?

	You smile and give her urethra a messy kiss before rolling off of the Party Girl. You can faintly hear her mouthing something along the lines of "... I love you, FemAnon..." as you dizzily stand up and waddle off to your own room.