CoC Revamp Mod ( urta ) Backdoor as a Girl

Urta smiles broadly and noisily slurps a few dribbles of whiskey from her shiny black lips, watching you approach. She gives you a smoking-hot 'come-hither' look and slurs, “I didn’t think I’d get a chance to bump into you here, cutie. Wanna dance?”

Before you can answer, something thumps the table hard enough to shake it. You look at Urta quizzically, and she shrugs through a blush so bright it’s visible through her fur. The lithe fox squirms in her seat, panting and gasping, “Ummm, maybe later, I just realized I have to- OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT?”

You spend a moment looking over your shoulder, but can’t for the life of you figure out what she was freaking out about. She must be really drunk! You turn back to scold her, but Urta has vanished! She must have left in a hurry – she left her bottle of “John Doe” behind, and still half-full. The bar’s back-door swings closed, maybe she went that way. What do you do?

[backdoor]

The backdoor opens out into a narrow alley. Surprisingly, the alleyway is covered in dirt and grass. Awnings from the buildings above cover the alley in shadow, making it difficult to see anything out here. You can hear quiet gasps and a wet, repetitive sound. Quietly approaching the source of the noise, you eventually spot the dark-colored fox. Her tail is no longer wrapped around her leg. Instead, it’s splayed out behind her and her skirt is pressed up over her legs. Urta’s totally exposed, and it’s plain to see that between the fox-girl’s legs there’s more than a little horse. Both her hands are wrapped tightly around the quivering column of horse-flesh, stroking the pre-cum dribbling fuck-stick relentlessly as her apple-sized balls bounce under her, occasionally revealing a feminine gash drooling with clear nectar.

Urta moans and cries, “Ooh, just go down! Please cum and go down! Why won’t you go awayyyyyy...” eventually breaking off into blubbering sobbing, interrupted by the occasional involuntary gasp of pleasure.

(You could fuck her, masturbate with her, watch, or leave her like that.)

You come out of the shadows, shedding your semi-transparent bodysuit. You blush furiously at exposing yourself in such a way. Urta looks up at you in shock, blinking tears from her eyes and stammering, “B-b-b-ut I have th-thish hideoush thing... Aren’t you scared of it?”

Gently wiping a tear from her muzzle, you answer, “Not at all, but I think you’d have more luck with a nice warm hole to slide that monster into.”

Urta nods, numbed by the unexpected and forward nature of your offer. She looks up hopefully and pries her hands away from the twitching behemoth in her loins, waiting to see how you intend to deal with it. You approach her and turn, straddling your legs over her, watching her expression as you lower yourself down, making her wait. Eventually the blunted tip of Urta’s horse-cock presses against your virgin, moist snatch. Agonizingly, you force yourself to relax and lower yourself down on the mottled pink and black shaft.

The horse-cock spreads you wide, filling you past the point of fullness as you sink further and further along its length. Urta groans happily, her hips twitching involuntarily and forcing more of the monster-sized cock inside you. You nearly cry out as you sink down, taking it until the folds of her sheath are rubbing your entrance, even though it hurts to accommodate it. Your hymen is torn, robbing you of your virginity. Your moist fuck-hole is now a little loose. Urta babbles, “Oh godsh yesh thank you so much-ohmigod it’s SO HOT inside you.”

You smirk over your shoulder and start bouncing up and down on her, slapping her balls with your squeezable ass each time you bottom out on the thick shaft. You can feel her ring of prepuce rubbing your inner walls, pressing on nerves normally ignored. Urta grunts underneath you and you feel her flare growing wider inside you, stretching you further and further with every bounce atop the equine-endowed slut. Suddenly warmth is flooding into your womb, and Urta’s tongue is lolling out from her muzzle, drooling down the side of her face as she loses herself in orgasm.

The substantial flare forms a perfect plug inside you and your belly distends slightly as you’re packed full of foxy-horse-cum. Your own lusts keep your hips moving, grinding and squeezing the shaft inside you as it packs you full of Urta’s seed. Your orgasm explodes through your hips and your legs give out underneath you, dropping you down onto the fox-girl as the pair of you cum together. Whiteness begins squirting out around her shaft as her prick begins softening inside you. You sigh happily, content but too nerveless to stand for the moment. Peeking over your shoulder and seeing Urta’s satisfied expression, you guess she feels about the same.

Once the horse-dick inside you has sufficiently softened, you stand up, gasping as a rush of spooge escapes from your snatch now that the 'plug' is removed. Urta gives you a cocky grin as she’s soaked with her fluids, moments before she starts staggering back to her feet. She wipes up with her clothes and tosses them into the garbage, then wobbles up to a loose brick in the wall and pulls it free, revealing a hidden compartment filled with sets of replacement clothes. She removes a tight skirt and sheer top, both a bit more revealing than what she wore in the bar earlier, and hurriedly dresses herself.

Urta blows you a kiss as you put your own gear back together and flounces back to the bar, calling out, “We should do thish again shoon!”

“Yes indeed,” you muse - the sooner the better.