Year of the Rat Chapter 2: Garden Fresh

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Awesome art by: Chango-tan

 From the day that she arrived to the day that she left, there was one thing that Asha would never get tired of while on Earth: the sun.
 
  The rat goddess basked in its warmth on the upper deck of the island's central building. From this high up, she was allowed an uninterrupted view of the society she had built. Windmills spun in the far distance to provide most of the island's electricity. Farms expanded among them, growing fields of varied crops and raising livestock. From where she was to them a plethora of other structures expanded, all housing important equipment from sanitation to desalinization.   
 
  Pride swelled within her chest as she came to realize that everything ran perfectly as it should have been. Everyone was busy maintaining the modern amenities of the island, but with cohesion so high there was minimal stress among the island population.   
 
  One such relaxing occupant was spotted by the rat goddess as her divine gaze flicked towards the nearby gardens. A few crops were able to be taken care of in the island's natural environment, but for those that couldn't required specialized green houses. The unique aphrodisiac fruit that provided the island with its most well known characteristic was one such crop that could be tended out in the open, though its specialized nature required a specialized caretaker.   
 
  Asha leaned over the balcony railing and somersaulted forward. She dropped the thirty feet to the ground and landed on her feet with the grace of a fluttering feather. A few of the inhabitants noticed the arrival of the naked goddess and offered her friendly waves and greetings. She returned them with a gleaming smile before making her way down the narrow road between buildings.   
 
  Her sensitive ears picked up the casual conversation of those that she passed, much of which had to do with either her or their own duties. On occasion she would even pick up on a couple having sex out in the open or enjoying a snack between duties. Those that caught sight of the meandering rat were quick to call out their praises. Not a single one went by ignored as she would call back with matched enthusiasm.   
 
  The Masana fruit garden was well kept and organized. The flowering bushes of green were in clean rows with freshly watered soil beneath them. The days ripe haul had been picked and transported so it left the garden's care taker some down time, of which Asha looked to join in on.   
 
  She found the him sitting in a lawn chair with a book in one hand and a glass of ice water in the other. When the smiling goddess revealed herself, he looked up from the page he was on and smiled widely.   
 
  “Hello, mistress! Come on in!” He shouted and shifted from his chair and got up. He placed his book and drink on a nearby end table and walked to where Asha had come up to on the enclosed fence that surrounded the garden.   
 
  “Greetings, Mason. I hope I'm not bothering,” Asha replied as she hopped the fence with ease and strode in to meet the man.   
 
  Mason was a tall, lean, black furred stallion. Despite the fact that his main duties were tending to this specialized fruit, he was quite muscular and fit. His tan shirt clung to his upper body, revealing a rippled row of abs that had the rat goddess staring hungrily.   
 
  “Oh not at all, mistress, I just got done for the day, actually,” he said and gazed down into her eyes while he pushed his hands into the pockets of his dirty jeans.   
 
  “So I've noticed. The garden looks as lush as always,” she commented before walking over to one of the nearby bushes.   
 
  “Well, if there is one thing I'm good at,” Mason said in a smug tone.   
 
  “If my memory serves me right, there are many other things you are good at,” Asha replied while leaning down to one of the orange flowers of the Masana bush and sniffed it. The sweet scent of its budding fruit filled her senses.   
 
  “Well...I suppose I'm not too bad at Chess,” he joked and walked over to where she was.   
 
  “And yet, I'm not here to play Chess,” Asha said over her shoulder. When the equine was close enough, she turned around and held a Masana fruits in her paws. The sight of the orange, heart shaped object made the horse stop and blink in disbelief.   
 
  “O-oh. I didn't think I missed any. That's embarrassing,” he laughed softly.   
 
  “I may have used some of my divinity to encourage it to mature,” Asha giggled and easily pulled the fruit in half. She bit down on one piece while offering him the other.   
 
  A blush quickly blossomed across Mason's cheeks as he watched her eat the juicy flesh. In all, the fruit had a very soft inside though at its center was a spiky seed. Despite it being a very tasty food, consuming the pit would often cause the animal that ate it to die in a rather horrific way. Then it would use its new home as fertilizer. Luckily that wasn't required to grow them, but that did make eating around the seed somewhat difficult, and was why the fruit was most often consumed as a drink. The half that was offered to him contained none of the hazardous seed.
 
  “So uh...If you're not here for Chess, then what brings you around to my little neck of the island?” Mason asked as he took the other half of the fruit.   
 
  “Well, you of course,” Asha said casually as she finished her half and tossed the spiky pit away into the nearby bushes. Her paws were stained with red juices and she made no move to clean them as she reached towards the stud's pants and began to undo them.   
 
  Mason startled at the forward approach though he didn't complain. He should have expected this  as the two had shared quite a few passionate nights and days together the last time that she had come to Earth. He was one of only three stallions on the island and the rat goddess often expressed how much she loved big cocks.   
 
  By the time that Mason had taken his first bite of the Masana his pants and underwear had already been yanked down to his feet. His soft cock hung between his strong thighs, emitting a powerful musk cultivated from a day of hard work. Asha drank in that sent and leaned in to brush her lips across the thick surface.   
 
  “You smell amazing,” she moaned and brought her paws to his length. She held it firm against her sensitive nose while she took in another deep inhale.   
 
  “Th-thank you, mistress,” Mason struggled to say as he took big bites in an attempt to finish off his morsel. Already its aphrodisiac qualities were beginning to take hold as blood rushed to fill his cock. His flesh prickled with heightened sensitivity and as he chewed the last of the fruit. He couldn't help but moan and push his hips forward when she took the first exploratory lick.   
 
  “Oooh, that's right. I love it when my horsies buck,” Asha giggled and lifted the stallion's growing member. When given the opportunity she buried her face against the hefty set of balls and she gave just as enthusiastic inhale as before. Something about the scent of a well worked stallion got her excited, and luckily for her Mason seemed to be just as eager as she was.   
 
  With the Masana taking full effect, the stud's cock was at a full stand and throbbing hard. It badly wanted to be touched and Asha was happy to oblige. She gripped the length at the base and leaned up to run her tongue across the underside. Blissful tingles traced where her slippery appendage made contact and had the hair on the back of Mason's neck and shoulders stand on end.   
 
  “F-fuck,” he sighed and closed one eye. The rat goddess's glowing gaze met his and they held each other's focus up until the point that she finally got to the tip of his member. With no warning she plunged his thick, flat end into her mouth and drew it down her throat in seconds. Unmatched by any other mortal standards, she was able to take his entire size without flinching a single time.   
 
  Mason doubled over and groaned through grit teeth. His hands went to the sides of her head at the same time that her lips met his lap. His whole dick was encapsulated by the same tingling that her tongue provided and he couldn't keep himself from reflexively bucking against her mouth. Asha didn't mind the abrupt movement, in fact she invited it.   
 
  Her own paws fell against his thighs and she held herself still as her mouth was fucked. She knew Mason as someone that wasn't able to constrain himself very well, and this time was no different. He leaned over her head and his hips swung back and forth like he were trying his hardest to breed a mare. He might have at least tried to hold back if he was with anyone else but a goddess.   
 
  Loud nickers escaped the stallion as he pushed his cock as deep as he could possibly go every second. Asha's esophagus milked him expertly, her slick insides coating his girth and titillating it in a way that no one else could. Just in the way that the rat stayed as still as a statue while her mouth was used as a makeshift fleshlight did so much for some of his more carnal needs.   
 
  Given his size, strength, and species, mortal women or men could be hurt by his energetic treatment. But now that he could let himself loose, he did at his mistress's permission. She encouraged him to be rough by draining the fatigue from his muscles and constricting the passage of her throat. There came a light itch to Mason's cock that he convinced himself could be scratched by going faster and harder.   
 
  The braying sounds of the stud had caught the attention of a couple people that were just passing by. They were barely noticed by the horse but Asha could hear their whispers as they commented how lucky both of them were. So many wished they could take Mason's cock like what Asha was capable of and others wished to fuck the goddess in the same manner. In time, she thought to herself. Not a single inhabitant on the island would go by untouched by the rat goddess.   
 
  On one of Mason's return strokes Asha pulled her mouth back and his member slid past her cheek as he tried to hump at a sensation that was no longer there. When the high of divine energy was gone, the stud opened his eyes and shook his head as if to dispel whatever animalistic fury had come over his mind.   
 
  “My apologies, mistress, sometimes I can't ever control myself,” he said between heavy pants.   
 
  “No need to apologize, my love, but it's my turn to be dominant. Lie down,” Asha commanded gently while brushing her lips against his member's side.   
 
  Mason did what was asked of him without hesitation. He lowered himself to the soft grass of the garden and flopped back while craning his head to watch the goddess. His cock stood straight up in the air like a flagpole and noticeably dripped precum down its glistening flesh.   
 
  Asha climbed on top of him and positioned her backside over his cock. She planted her feet on either side of his hips and her paws on his belly. Her lithe tail curled around his mass and she sat on his flat tip like it were a chair. Her gaze locked once more to the equine's and she grinned.   
 
  “Do you have a preference, Mason?” she cooed.   
 
  His cheeks flushed and he bit his bottom lip in silent contemplation before speaking. “If you don't mind, mistress, I would love to feel your ass.”   
 
  “I don't mind at all,” she breathed and shifted herself while repositioning his cock with her tail. It pressed against her tailhole, which at first appeared far too small to take such a sizable insertion, but it opened nonetheless to take in the stud's girth.   
 
  They both sighed in unison as her tight hole clung to his cock. Sinking all the way down wasn't difficult, her body expanded appropriately for him. Once his balls were nestled against her backside, the rat goddess took a moment to look down at herself and giggle.   
 
  “Oh my,” she said while leaning back to show off the prominent bulge of her stomach.   
 
  Mason glanced up with half lidded eyes and smirked. “Never get tired of seeing that.”   
 
  “It feels so fucking good,” she commented back as she shifted her hips from side to side. The motion had her inner walls grinding against his sensitive flesh. The surge of pleasure made him moan out and arch his back.   
 
  “Y-you're too good to me, mistress,” he whispered. Asha turned her gaze back to his bliss-contorted face and smiled.   
 
  As her hips swayed from side to side she began to draw up and back down. She worked herself in a circular motion, starting out slow but ever increasing in speed. It was the way that she knew drove Mason wild, and he showed his appreciation by moaning out and arching his hips to meet hers.   
 
  The muscles of his toned stomach flexed and his arms bulged as he held onto the rat goddess by the hips. There was no amount of strength that he could apply that would hurt her, so she welcomed his roughness.   
 
  The clap of their bodies meeting grew steadily louder as he put more energy into each motion. Asha's backside dropped down just as fast as he thrust up and each time his heavy balls would smack against her toned cheeks. Her breasts bounced with equal enthusiasm and her paws gripped into the short fur of his chest  for stability.   
 
  Shrilling moans escaped her without a care of who heard, of which there were many. A few inhabitants that were going about their business or just enjoying their time off came around to see what all the noise was about. All that approached knew the sound of their mistress having fun and all wanted to see.   
 
  That was fine, Asha thought as she tilted her head back and let loose a cry of ecstasy. She welcomed the attention. Mason was one to adore it as well, as the soft murmuring of a growing audience spurred him to work even faster. Turned into a performer, he had to do his part to keep everyone entertained.
 
  Asha was practically being bucked off of the energetic stallion by this point. His hips worked with such strength and speed that his cock was like a blur of motion. A mixture of the the goddess's arousal and the stud's precum spilled around Mason's lap and onto the ground. Drops splattered as his cock would slam into her.   
 
  A cracked eye let Asha see all who had come around. A few of the audience were casually touching themselves at the sight while others had begun their own fun. One female bear bent over the fence with her gazed fixed on the rat goddess while a dog took her from behind. A female hawk was busily sucking off a raven while she idly played with her pussy and eyed the two others from the side. A pair of male tigers were working each other's cock to a full stand as they enjoyed the show.   
 
  An idea crossed Asha's mind in that moment and she pressed both of her paws to Mason's stomach. The motion forced him to the ground and kept him from bucking, but only for a moment. She spun herself around so that the front of her body faced the crowd, her soaked pussy exposed and dripping her juices without ever taking the huge cock from her ass.   
 
  Her paws reached back to steady her leaning position against the stud's chest and her legs splayed wide so that everyone would have a completely uninterrupted view. She could see it in the eyes of those present how much they appreciated the change and let her know with excited expressions.   
 
  As if let off his leash, Mason resumed his fervor pounding as if he had never paused. His huffing neighs drowned out whatever it was that Asha may have heard from the crowd, and she was just fine with that. Her own whimpering squeaks had returned as well and she was even trembling with how much intense pleasure coursed through her body.   
 
  She loved this. Every second of it. Everything about the mortal plane of existence was so enticing, so amazing, so incredible! It was a drug that she couldn't get enough of, or maybe that was just the Masana taking hold of her, she couldn't really tell.   
 
  But what she could tell was how the Masana affected the stallion. He put every ounce of strength into his motions. Sweat beaded and rolled off his forehead to collect in the long locks of his dark hair. He breathed hard and gritting his teeth as he reached the absolute maximum height of each buck that he made. No thrust went without drawing his entire length back before plunging it all back inside.   
 
  Between the two of them, divine energy crackled. From where the crowd was it might have looked like stray sparks were spitting from around Asha's form, but upon closer look they were full arches of electricity. Asha's body tingled and she could feel that Mason felt the same. Their mutual climax was getting close, the pounding of his powerful heart and the barely perceptible tremor through his body told the whole story. The feeling of him getting closer brought her closer as well, and in one substantial rush they came at the same time.   
 
  With a guttural neigh Mason slammed his hips against the rat goddess's body and held them there. His balls clung tight to his body and from the tip of his member a fountain of his thick cum sprayed down the insides of her ass. He bucked again and then a third time, each time pumping another impressive gout inside of her. In that same instant, a clear sputtering of her feminine juices escaped her convulsing cunt and painted the grass in front of them.
 
  Asha's blissful scream mixed with his own and her body shuddered with energy as the sparks grew more intense. Her body flushed from the climactic high and she moaned with every breath. Mason seemed to be locked within her body, his flared tip having made her already tight insides feel even more constricting.   
 
  As seconds ticked by, Mason's pants calmed and his muscles relaxed. Asha's body stayed in its uplifted form while his cock withdrew from her hole. Finally coming to its end, the swelled tip popped free and flopped forward, trailing with it his thick jizz. Asha's ass remained gaped and leaking the precious fluid, even flexing every once in a while to expel some.   
 
  Asha turned her gaze from the slowly shrinking cock to the crowd before her. It seemed to have doubled in size since the last she looked and and quite a few more people were divulging into various sex acts. Some had even seemed to completely turn their attention from the rat goddess and were encapsulated in their own moment.   
 
  Those sights in particular brought a warm smile to Asha's face. Here in the midst of her heaven on Earth and in the throws of her own enjoyment, she was able to provide her loyal citizens with entertainment and warmth. It told her that she didn't need to be here for them to be happy, all she had to do was provide the slightest stimulus.   

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