Zesty was sleeping one late October night, trying to sleep away the shock of growing cattle-like pieces and parts as the full moon lit his walk home. To be a were-moo, what more could go wrong? Suddenly, he was startled awake by something prodding his lips. He opened his eyes to find a throbbing shape he knew rather well, but this time glowing and green, dripping with a goo of the same quality. Naturally, the were-moo wasn't going to decline a good time, so he decided to pleasure the ghostly length - soon enough, he was surrounded by them, and even a few bodyless heads showed up to join the party. Zesty was overwhelmed but couldn't stop - he kept going, blushing hot, feeding his new and rather unfamiliar friends. Some say he's still slurping and suckling and squirting to this day, being milked and milking for all eternity.
Happy spooky month, all - thanks as always for your continued support. Happy pawing. :3
BluKodi
2022-10-28 01:37:05 +0000 UTC