Baxxid Studies (NSFW)

Baxxid Studies Part 1
>It’s not easy to be a low-born girl in Val Salia, even for someone with your prodigious talents
>Not to put too fine a point on it, you’re a whore
>Like, the best whore
>Madam Pilzney prefers the term ‘courtesan’, but you try to be honest with yourself and others
>You are someone who does the sex stuff, typically for money, sometimes for barter, and also for fun
>Mostly for money, it’s more respectable that way
>Luckily for you, Trademaster Veracroix is very open-minded, so a respectable whore is something you can be in Val Salia
>But that’s just the problem, you’re in Val Salia
>One of the largest, most open trade ports in the whole world, goods and peoples from all over the globe come here to trade, make money, and spend that money
>On you
>A lot of money
>A lot of very rich people with a lot of very weird fetishes
>Yeah, it’s not easy
>This looks like it’s gonna be one of those jobs
>It all started one day when Madam Pilzney knocked on your door, she seemed somewhat flustered
>You ask her what’s up, already suspicious at anything that could get under her tough hide
>”Anon,” she says “I have a job for you. It’s, uh, it’s a little weird.”
>Your eyebrow raises, weird shit IS your speciality, so you ask her to elaborate
>”It’s better if you just come with me” she says
>You go downstairs stopping outside the reserved lounge room “Anon, you’re my best girl. You never say no and you always leave them breathless and satisfied.”
>It pays to take pride in one’s work
>”So please understand when I say that this one is...weird. I don’t even know what’s going to happen in there.”
>Okay, that’s weird. Madam Pilzney always gets a detailed description before approving a job, so she can set a fair price
>For someone in her line of work to not know the figurative and literal ins-and-outs of a job is…interesting, to say the least
>You tell her fuck it, you’re game
>You walk through the doors

Baxxid Studies Part 2/?
>You like the lounge room, it’s big, roomy, and there’s dozens of places to fuck
>No one who’s ever rented it out has thrown a dull party, that’s for sure
>“Hello,” says a young man sitting on the large red leather couch. “You must be Anon.”
>THIS is the guy who’s got Pilzney ruffled?
>He’s shortish, with shaggy blonde hair and a boyish clean shaven face, on his head is the beret of a high-ranking researcher of the Val Salian government. You remind yourself to not judge by appearances alone, his pretty face could hide the heart of the most depraved, unhinged pervert in all the province
>”My name is Ran Ste-Su G’Mindel, head researcher for Trademaster Veracroix” he said, gesturing to something behind you “And this is my good friend Torpax”
>You turn around to see a huge Baxxid taking up an entire corner of the room “Hnnnnhellooooo”
>Oh, so that’s what…
>…Okay…
>Yeah
>Okay!
>Bucket list and all that
>You ask Ran if you’ll be fucking him or Torpax first
>“Oh ho ho ho!” Ran laughs, fruitily. “Oh my, no! I am not here for myself, but for science!”
>You look over and see Torpax flinch at your bluntness, Baxxid are hard to read, but you could swear that he’s bashful
>Awwww…he’s cute for an 8-foot tall armorsnake
>“You see,” Ran continues as you eye up your client “Baxxid are notoriously taciturn when it comes to their reproductive habits, and their culture forbids them from ‘engaging’ before an audience, so I have orchestrated this compromise! Their social mores are a mite fuzzy on the subject of ‘interspecies exchange’ and Torpax here is, heh, quite fond of humans.”
>You tell him you don’t really care about the ‘why’ so much as the ‘how’
>"That's what we're here to find out!" he announces, notepad in hand "Take mental note of sensations, anatomy, secretions, anything unusual that you experience"
>'Unusual' he says
>Time to get to work

Baxxid Studies Part 3
>You walk over to Torpax and sit down
>He’s big, even for a Baxxid, stooping under the high ceiling of the lounge
>“Hnnnnnhelloooo” he drones “Hnnnnnssso nice to mmmeet youuuu mmmy name is Torrrpax”
>You tell him you were already introduced
>He bows his head, clearly flustered “Hnnnnapologies I ammm…annnxioussss”
>God DAMN he’s adorable
>You tell him it’s okay, and that you’re a little nervous too
>“Hnnnnyouuu are?” He asks, already sounding reassured
>You tell him yes, you tell him that you’re worried that you won’t be able to show him a good time
>He chitters and clicks, saying something in Baxxid
>You decide that’s enough, any more of this cute shyboy stuff and you’ll just want to cuddle him all night
>You stand in front of him and disrobe, his featureless face stunned, his six eyes shining like hard glass marbles
>You knew a lustful glean when you saw it
>Your eyes drift down as he rears up like a cobra, propping himself on his coils until the pair of smaller legs stretched out in front of him
>Two plates on his belly split at the seam, angry red flesh bulged out from between the armour scales
>You reach out and touch it, getting a wheezy honk from Torpax, a gasp maybe?
>The hot red mass pushed out between your fingers, soft at first but hardening as it spilled out, pressing against your hand as it extended
>And extended
>And extended
>Holy SHIT
>He was…proportional
>He was also a giant Baxxid and as broad as a large tree trunk
>Long as a man’s forearm, fist included, and about as thick too
>You could feel the radiating heat of it on your face, like a fire
>"Oh my!" Ran cooed, leaning in "Let me see! Hmm…I see that my sketching skills are going to get a workout!"
>You can barely encircle it with both your hands. It's slick and rubbery, twitching as you squeeze it
>"Speaking of workouts," Ran said, scribbling idly. "…Well? Get to it!"
>Wait WHAT?!

Baxxid Studies Part 4
>You explain to Ran, carefully and in no uncertain terms, that there was no way this thing was going inside you
>“Somewhat larger than anticipated,” he muttered, scribbling in his notebook
>You apologize to Torpax, it’d be like shoving a bollard into a coin purse
>“*Much* larger than anticipated,” Ran corrected
>You try to remove your hand from the huge throbbing member when it suddenly lurched forward, elongating and narrowing, wrapping around your wrist like a tentacle
>You try to pull away, but apparently a Baxxid’s dick is stronger than your whole body
>“Hnnnnsorryyyyyy” Torpax said, scooting forward “Hnnnnnyour haaaand just felt really gooooood.”
>“Ah! Extendable prehensile genitalia!” Ran exclaimed. “I suppose underground there’s not always enough room, so a little flexibility down there would be advantageous! See, Anon? It’s not too big after all!”
>His cock, still about as thick as three of your fingers, coiled around your hand and wrist multiple times, it began secreting a slick slippery slime along its entire length
>”Self-lubricating.” Ran said, gleefully “Neat!”
>Neat was not the word you’d have used
>Fucking weird, maybe. Gross, even. But also…really fucking hot?
>Ah, fuck it
>Bucket list
>You gently freed your hand from his hot writhing organ and grabbed the tip, smirking up at the anxious pent-up Baxxid as you slid the tip into your mouth, it was salty and a little musky
>Torpax wheezed and stooped forward, his bottom legs darting out and scooping you up off the floor like a sack of feathers, cradling you spread eagle before the three foot long tentacle snaking up from your groin, between your breasts, with the blunt tip tracing your jawline
> “Limited patience re: foreplay,” Ran muttered from somewhere else in the room.
>You didn’t know where
>Didn’t care
>You had other things on your mind at the moment

Baxxid Studies Part 5
>You look up at his expressionless face and nod
>His cock snakes down your body, leaving a slick shiny trail down your belly
>It reared up like a serpent, coiling and bending so it stayed thin enough to actually, you know, enter you
>This whole situation was so fucking weird and out there, you were a little surprised at how wet you were
>Not that it mattered, between Torpax’s thick slime and sheer power there was little you could have done to stop this, even if you weren’t into it
>And you totally were, so much so that you moaned sharply when he entered you
>Goddamn he was huge, thick as a man’s cock and longer than an arm. He pushed forward, digging deep into you as far as he could go.
>You were impressed with how much of him you had managed to fit, over a third, but nowhere near half. You bit your lip and gasped sharply as he tried to shove more inside
>“Hnnnnsorrryyyy buuuut,” he grunted “I’mmmmm going to





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>You tried to ask for a translation when it happened
>Without warning, his cock expanded inside you. Three feet shrank to two and two inches ballooned to three, shorter but thicker he began to move. Not in and out, mind you, but in pretty much every other direction, undulating, writhing, expanding and contracting, hitting every spot you knew you had, and a few others that you didn’t
>“Now, Anon, could you please tell me what Torpax is doing in there?” Ran said, sitting down beside you

Baxxid Studies Part 6
>You try to tell Ran to fuck right off or you’d shove that quill so far up his ass that his colon will be writing about shit for a week
>You ‘try’, what came out was probably closer “HahnnnnuuuughooohGOD!”
>“Fascinating,” he chuckled
>Prick
>Anyway
>You still don’t know what ‘growl-hiss-click-roar’ means exactly, but from that moment forward it was your favorite thing ever
>He barely moved in or out, but his dick wriggled and squirmed inside you, huge and inhumanly hot, flexible and supple as an eel but as hard as rock, your own wetness mixing with his warm slippery fluids dripping down your ass and thighs
>Your pussy spasmed around his organ, unable to do anything but clamp down on his powerful member
>You could actually see the bulge of his cock as it moved around inside you
>It dawned on you then how tiny you were compared to him, and how huge and dominating he was despite his initial shyness
>At any instant, he could do whatever he wanted to you
>You were so utterly tiny, frail, and vulnerable
>God, it was hot
>He fucked you for what felt like hours, lost in sensation. Somewhere along the line you mustered enough wherewithal to notice that your legs were wrapped around his muscular body, your wet mound grinding against the hard scales of his underside
>He was all inside you now, bunched and coiled
>Your belly was taut and round, like a baby that was just beginning to show
>Torpax’s breathing quickened as he began to moan, a sound not unlike a hyperventilating bagpipe
>That’s when you felt it
>Something was prodding between your ass cheeks
>"HnnnnnnAnonnnnn!" Torpax rumbled "I'mmmmm clooooose!"
>"Amazing!" Ran chimed in. "There's another one coming out!"
>You almost manage to get out "Another what?" when Torpax's second dick pops through your now well-lubed anal ring
>It dawns on you that the time for talk is over

Baxxid Studies 7
>At this point you were beginning to have second thoughts
>You reached up to grab his spikes, trying to pull yourself off his cock, but his cock was balled up inside you, too thick to dislodge
>Torpax’s other cock pushed further and further inside, it wasn’t as thick as the one that had been ravaging you for what seemed like a small eternity, but with so much of him inside you already, even this modest intruder felt huge
>“But for what purpose?” Ran mused as he watched, staring intently at your swollen belly “Why two?”
>God, Ran is an asshole
>Torpax rumbled and slammed his claws down on either side of you, pulling you in close as though you could get away, and roared
>A rush of scalding hot fluid surged into your body, pulse after pulse of warm jelly-like cum filled your bowels, suffusing your body with almost unbearable warmth. He snorted and huffed as he came, huge gushing spurts that filled what felt like every last nook and cranny of your body
>Your body ran out of space before he ran out of spunk, and it spilled out on the floor in a torrent, pooling on the hardwood planks
>It’s several minutes before he’s finished, and by the time he’s pulled out there is a sizeable puddle on the ground
>There are worse things to be than a housecleaner in a brothel, but not many
>He cradles you in his massive arms while you bask in the afterglow
>“Hnnnnnnarrre youuuu okaaaaaay?” He buzzes as softly as possible
>Aaaand he’s right back to being cute again
>“Well!” Ran said, finishing his sketches “I have what I need for now. Should I need additional data, I can rely on the both of you for further experimentation, yes?”
>You bluntly ask him for your payment. He gives you the gold and shows himself out.
>You shakily get down and out of Torpax’s arms and waddle over to the couch, promptly collapsing on the soft upholstery
>Torpax begins to show himself out when you call him over
>No WAY you’re letting that kind of fun slither back underground
>Without getting into the nitty gritty details, your brothel now has some of the most well-behaved customers in town, thanks in no small part to the new bouncer
>It also boasts a one of a kind show, for those with more exotic tastes and a lot of money