Futa!Ms. Paint

	You aren't very sure how long she's been coming in here like this, how often she's stunk into your bedroom and placed flowers on your desk and changed your golden bed sheets. The short carapace female sprays the room with some lavender scented nonsense and gives you a kiss on the forehead before tucking you back in. A sort of Prospit maid service, you supposed, but what she does at night is far more interesting. You’re not very good at waking up yet, it happens sporadically and as such this is the first time you’ve managed to get up at this time. Mere minutes after you’re aware of the blindingly bright yellow walls of your dreamself’s room, you can hear the door open. You close your eyes and force your breathing to even out, listening to the sound of her heels clacking against the tile flooring and the soft humming of her voice. You crack open one eye and watch her work; she waters the flowers, organizes some papers, and puts down a copy of a Prospit magazine. All normal, boring things, and more than once you catch your eyes wandering the length of her legs, up to the thick, snowy thighs. She turns suddenly in your direction and you once again pretend to sleep, eyes shut tight at the sound of her walking towards the bed. You can hear her pause, the clacking of her fingers hitting each other, and then she pulls off your covers.

	While you assume she’s only going to be changing your sheets again, you’re confused but pleasantly surprised to feel her cool hand rest on your chest. She rubs fondly for a moment before her hand slips down, reaching the edge of your pants where her sleek fingers dip under the stretchy waistband. Your breath hitches for a second and her hand stills until you’re able to feign sleep; her fingers brush against you, gliding over sensitive flesh and toying with you. Your heart is beating so hard you can feel the pulse in your ears, more than that you can feel yourself getting hard against the palm of her hand. She grips you tightly, rubbing against you while the sound of rustling fabric increases in the background. You fail to choke back a moan as she swipes her thumb over the head and immediately the jig is up.

	She makes a startled noise in the back of her throat, her hand jerking back as if she were burnt. She asks if you’ve been awake for long and you nod your head slowly. Her lips are upturned and if it were possible you’re sure she would be beet red. You watch her hands are wringing around each other, resting over her lap while she worriedly scrambles backwards towards the door. Holding out your hand and jumping out of bed, you ask, almost beg her to stop. She hesitates in front of the door but ultimately decides to stay. You apologize for scaring her and she shakes her head, going into detail over how embarrassed she is and sorry she is for invading your privacy. The more into her apology she gets, the more her hands start to move and in the middle of promising to never do it again, she clasps her hands in front of her chest and something catches your attention. The front of her skirt is pushed forward awkwardly, a quarter sized, dark yellow stain at where what must be the tip rests. Her shell is too thick to see if she’s flushing however the way she slaps her hands back over her hard-on shows you just how flustered she is. Once again she reaches for the door and this time you stop her by telling her it’s okay, that it’s kind of hot actually, and that you don’t mind if she wants to experiment.

	The pitiful look that once adorned her sweet features is replaced with a sultrier gaze. She motions for you to sit back on the bed and you comply, watching as she unzips her dress and slowly shimmies out of the light fabric. You’ve barely seen any carapaces and she’s the first one you’ve seen nude; her skin is alabaster white all over but the ball joints on her body are far more eye-catching. Her shoulders, elbows, wrists…she turns around to pick up the stained dress and even her plush ass looks like chitin plating is covering it. Gently placing her clothes atop the dresser, she slowly makes her way back towards you, cock bobbing and swaying as she does so. Up close you can see that her shiny head is still dripping pre-cum, but you don’t get to look for long; she lovingly places her hands on either side of your head and brings you down to her dick. The heady scent of pre-cum fills your nostrils and you eagerly open wide to take her fat dick into your mouth. She groans, bucking straight into the back of your throat and you try to keep up with her, sloppily running your tongue along the underside of her shaft. Her hands brush your cheek; you roll your eyes skyward, looking up past her pot belly and enormous breasts, moaning around the mouthful of cock.

	She weakly bucks a few more times before pulling out of your sore throat, then commands you to take off your pants and through a sputter you obey. Your cock twitches under her appreciative gaze and she quickly ushers you back onto the bed, on your hands and knees with your bare ass in the air. The bedsprings squeak under the weight of your partner, the hard outer covering of her body lightly brushing against yours; using her right hand, the chubby carapace holds onto your waist, teasing the rim of your ass until your flushed and shaking, pushing back against her. She swats you for being impatient, demands you stay still, and slips her drool coated dick between your buttocks. She rocks back and forth, squishing both sides of your ass around her as she teasingly thrusts; more than once the feeling of warm pre-cum drips on the small of your back and sends a shiver down your spine. Without warning she starts to spread you wide, adjusting so that the thick head of her cock presses against your anus.

	You wince, body tensing, but her delicate voice sternly commands you to relax and you do so, slowly. The hand she’s using to hold onto your cheek digs in a little more, leaving marks in the pale flesh, drawing a low moan that catches in your throat when you feel the slick, bulbous tip of her dick penetrate your puckered hole. You bite your lip, eyes squinting shut in pain as she pushes forward, stretching you out with her massive girth. She doesn’t stop until you’ve taken her completely, draping her plump form over your back; the nipple like tips of her shelled breasts dig into your flushed skin and between your heavy pants she insists that you touch yourself. Balancing on your knees and one hand, you barely grip yourself before she’s sliding out of your ass and quickly shoving back in. Legs trembling, you can hardly keep up any sort of rhythm, whines hitching in the back of your throat as the carapace woman repeatedly pounds into you, murmuring orders to keep up, to be louder, to beg her to go harder. You comply, eager and willing to submit yourself to the inhabitant of this golden moon, practically wailing when she begins pistoning in and out of you rapidly. She realigns her hips, forcing herself as deep into your ass as she can; you find it hard to focus your vision, eyes shutting involuntarily as she fucks you roughly and you struggle to jerk yourself off.

	The only warning your get that she's about to come is a faint gasp; she digs her nails into your skin, twitching as she fills your ass with cum. She pulls out before she's finished, covering both cheeks and some of your back in white seed. The feeling of being both filled and coated in warm semen is magnificent, you grunt, finishing yourself off within minutes, aware of her watching you cover your sheets in your cum. Too weak to hold yourself up anymore, your trembling legs give out and you fall face first into your pillow. By the time you've caught your breath and sat up in bed, the bright yellow wallpaper is gone, replaced with your usual dull wall color. You grumble, falling back into your damp sheets, contemplating what to do about the mess in your pants.