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It was wild how easy it felt, once they actually did it.
Girlfriends. Girlfriends!
Mejiro Palmer still blushed every time she thought it, like Daitaku Helios was gonna pop out of a bush and start cackling like she’d read her mind. But really, it was Helios who’d gotten all sheepish about it at first.
Palmer could still picture her, fidgeting with those blue-highlighted bangs of hers, making all those dumb jokes to hide the fact that she was genuinely, earnestly, giving this a try.
How did it happen? That was easy, too.
Helios gave up on Daichi Ruby.
No more chasing. No more flirting-bombs lobbed at the stoic, soft-speaking Umamusume. Ruby just had her priorities, and Helios was finally smart enough to see when she was wasting her time—even if she was loud as hell about it.
So, she let it go. It wasn’t pretty at first. There’d been plenty of venting about it, of course. And for the first time, Helios actually looked at Palmer, really looked, and saw everything Palmer had been holding back for what felt like forever.
Mejiro Palmer and Daitaku Helios had gone from best friends to something far more than that. It was simply an elevation of pre-existing feelings. Palmer had held Helios through every secret little venting session; one thing led to another, and then…
…they became Tracen Academy’s number one power couple—whether others wanted to know about it or not.
And know about it, they did.
They were everywhere, and they were loud. Girlfriends, but more. The second Mejiro Palmer and Daitaku Helios started dating, it was like the Academy’s whole color palette changed. Palmer’s bright, optimistic grin, and Helios’ wild, star-charged laugh—the two of them, cutting across campus together, always arm-in-arm or hand-in-hand, always talking too close or looking at each other like the rest of the world was a background element. Disruptive? Absolutely.
But nobody could deny it was electric.
It didn’t matter if they were at lunch, out near the track, or even just passing through the corridor. Palmer would smile that dumb, lovesick smile at Helios, and Helios would say something ridiculous and funny, and Palmer would giggle and try to hide behind her hands—or, worse, she’d grab Helios by the arm to pull her in for a too-long, too-loud hug. Sometimes Helios would just hoist Palmer up off her feet, princess-style, before spinning her around and planting a kiss on her cheek for everyone to see.
Of course, there were onlookers. There was gossip. Palmer could see the way some of the other Umamusume eyed them from a distance, whispering. Some were probably jealous, some just entertained. But there was one face in the crowd that Palmer always noticed, even when she tried not to.
Daichi Ruby.
She was quieter about it—but Ruby always seemed to be in the periphery whenever Palmer and Helios were together. She’d look away fast, covering her mouth with her hand, but Palmer caught those little stares. A glint of something extra in Ruby’s eyes… Envy. Maybe even longing? It wasn’t like Ruby would ever admit it out loud, but Palmer wasn’t oblivious. She noticed.
But Mejiro Palmer was far too proud—and happy—to let go of Daitaku Helios now. She relished every moment she spent with her friend-turned-lover, and she didn’t care who was around to know about it.
Fortunately, however, there was one particular aspect of their relationship that most of Tracen Academy hadn’t been privy to.
The sex. The near-constant sex.
They didn’t even try to hide it, not really. If Palmer and Helios weren’t hanging off each other’s arms, they were absolutely glued together beneath the sheets. Or up against the wall. Or, sometimes, wherever the mood struck them and they thought they could get away with it.
After all, wasn’t that the point? You only got one shot at life—and Helios wasn’t about to waste her shot, not when Palmer was so damn eager for it.
Hell, “eager” was too mild. Palmer would light up the second Helios so much as hinted at taking things further. The spark in those eyes was unmistakable, and it always sent a thrill through Helios’ body. It was addicting.
Helios didn’t hold back, either. Whenever she got Palmer alone, she’d pull her close, lock lips, and grind their hips together until Palmer was gasping for air and clutching her back so tightly it almost hurt. They’d close the door, but they were never quiet about it.
Palmer was the type to whine and moan, begging for Helios’ cock, asking for “more, harder, please, don’t stop!” And Helios? She’d just laugh, star-charged and wild, and fuck Palmer until both of them were dripping with sweat, their voices echoing off the walls. Sometimes, Palmer would lose her mind a little, clawing at the sheets, knees shaking, as Helios pounded her flat against the mattress. “You’re sooo loud,” Helios would tease, only to groan herself as Palmer clenched around her, milking her for everything she had.
But it wasn’t just the raw, animalistic stuff. Sometimes, Helios would get this mischievous glint in her eye and suggest something totally out there. “Petplay,” she’d text in the middle of class, or, “Let’s do it in the locker room next time,” and Palmer would flush bright red—and then absolutely go along with it, tail wagging.
Costumes, toys, collars, ropes? Tried ‘em all, at least once. Sex in the bathrooms, behind the gym, sometimes even just barely behind a bush on campus. Public risk was a huge rush, and Palmer loved the way Helios would fuck her from behind, hand pressed over her mouth to keep her quiet. She never actually managed to stay quiet, though—and Helios loved that about her.
It was a wild, messy, glorious time—but after a while, even the wildest couples could hit a rut.
Palmer noticed it first, of course. She always did. They still had sex every day, sometimes twice if they weren’t busy, but…
…something was missing.
Not the love, not the attraction, just… the thrill, maybe? They’d done so much together that the “new” was a little less new, and a lot more routine. Even the kinks started to feel like they were going through the motions.
Palmer rolled onto her back after one particularly sweaty session, hair stuck to her forehead, skin shiny with sweat and something else. “Do you ever think we’ve run out of ideas?” she wondered, grinning up at Helios.
Helios, to her credit, didn’t seem terribly fussed. “Hmm, I dunno! We’ve done all sortsa stuff together. Whaddaya think we’re missing? Do we gotta do somethin’ dangerous to feel the rush again~?”
“Dangerous?” Mejiro Palmer laughed gently, and she ran a hand through Helios’ disheveled locks. “I don’t think it has to be dangerous, but maybe something unconventional would be fun. It’s always fun trying something new with you~”
Suddenly, Helios gasped. “Holy heck! I got it! I totally got it!”
“Mm, do you?” Palmer tilted her head curiously. “What do you have in mind?”
Helios beamed, and she paused to let the suspense grow before she finally gave her suggestion:
“BATHROOM STUFF~!” ⭐
Palmer paused, too, raising an eyebrow with some confusion. “Bathroom… stuff? Eh? What’s that?”
Helios’ smirk was instant—the kind of wild, toothy grin that always meant trouble. She rolled over, nearly pinning Palmer to the mattress, and let the anticipation simmer for a second or two before dropping the bomb.
“Oh, c’mon, ya didn’t know~?” Helios actually giggled, nudging Palmer in the side. “Ya know… the stuff people do in the bathroom besides showering and brushing their teeth and stuff!”
Palmer blinked, truly lost. The only response she could muster was a slow, “Uh…”
“Betcha didn’t know this,” Helios went on, voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper. “I totally caught Haru Urara and her trainer going at it in the storage room the other day! Like. Full-on! And Palmer, I’m telling ya—they’d just finished some kinda bathroom play. I could freakin’ see it and smell it!”
Palmer’s nose wrinkled, but her curiosity was way too strong. “Smell it? Was it… gross?”
“SO gross! The room REEKED! I’m talking, like, ya open the door and your nose gets PUNCHED by this gnarly stench! The whole place stank like pee and poop sweat and sex, and the trainer practically ran off!” Helios cackled, drumming her heels against the mattress. “But Haru? She just grinned. Total blissed-out, emptied-out look! And I gotta say… it looked like she had the time of her life!”
Palmer just stared, lips parted in amazement, brain doing backflips as she tried to picture it. “Wait, so… like, they… they had sex… while…?”
“While peeing and pooping! Yeah!”
“I didn’t know you could do such a thing,” Palmer mumbled, suddenly contemplating the merits. She supposed it might save time if anything else—but could it really be pleasurable?
Fortunately for the both of them, it didn’t take long to find out. It was only the very next day that the excited couple went on to experiment as they always did…
…staring with a small stack of water bottles.
Helios set them down with a wicked, star-lit grin, and Palmer felt her throat go dry just looking at her. “Here ya go!” Helios declared. “Hydrate or die-drate, babe!” ⭐
Palmer laughed—a little nervous, a little excited. “Are you gonna make me drink all of these?”
“Ohhh, I’m gonna make you chug ‘em, Palmer.” Helios’ voice was low and heavy with promise. She pressed a bottle into Palmer’s hand and watched, eyes glinting, as Palmer unscrewed the cap and started to gulp it down.
The first one went fast. Cold water flooded Palmer’s belly, making her shiver—but it was Helios’ hand, stroking her thigh, that gave her the real chills. “Good girl,” Helios crooned. “Keep going! Don’t stop!”
So Palmer didn’t. She finished the next one, and then the next.
Helios watched every swallow, her gaze hot and proud and a little unhinged. By the third bottle, Palmer was already squirming, her stomach tight and heavy; she could feel the pressure building, but she kept going, just to see the way Helios grinned at her.
Before long, the duo sprawled on Palmer’s bed, giggling, time dragging out as Palmer’s bladder filled up. It got intense, fast. After just ten minutes, Palmer was squirming with both hands pressed between her thighs, her legs shaking. Helios hovered over her, taunting her, kissing her, making it all ten times harder.
“Betcha you can’t last another five minutes,” Helios teased, her hand rough but loving on Palmer’s waist. “You look sooo desperate!”
Palmer was panting now, face burning, her whole body trembling from the effort. “I—I can! I can do it!” she hissed, but her hips were rocking up and down, her panties already damp from sweat and arousal both. In truth, she was kidding herself. All those water bottles meant she already had to use the little Uma’s room, but…
Helios straddled her, that big, heavy cock grinding right against Palmer’s tummy, making everything worse. “You’re gonna lose it, Palmer,” she crooned, voice thick with excitement. “You’re tooootally gonna pee yourself, huh~?”
Somehow, the humiliation and the teasing and the warm, aching fullness between her legs made Palmer’s head spin. She wanted to be good, to hold it, but the pressure was driving her wild. Helios kissed her hard, swallowed up Palmer’s moans, and ground down against her, cock rigid and leaking through her shorts.
They made out like that, locked together, Helios’ tongue deep in Palmer’s mouth and Palmer’s hands clutching her back, nails digging in. The pressure spiked—until it could spike no further.
“Helios,” Palmer warned, biting her lip, “I’m gonna—!”
“Do it!” Helios begged, stars in her eyes. “Let it all out! Come on, come on, come on~!” ⭐
At encouragement like that, there was nothing more for Mejiro Palmer to do except throw her head back with a sigh. Then she started relieving herself.
The first squirt came out in a hot, helpless spurt, soaking Palmer’s panties and making her whole body jolt.
Mejiro Palmer gasped, face burning, hands clamped between her thighs as piss suddenly flooded her underwear. It was loud—the hiss of it, the sharp, staccato splatter as it burst through the thin fabric and sluiced down, hot and shameless, all over her ass and the bedsheets beneath.
“Oh my god,” Palmer whined, the sound half-mortified and half-ecstatic. She couldn’t stop it; her muscles just gave out, and now she was pissing herself silly, torrents of yellow streaming out and pooling beneath her. Her black skirt darkened instantly, going shiny and slick, while her thighs trembled and her tail lashed so hard Helios had to grab it.
Helios’ reaction was immediate. Her eyes went WIDE, pupils blown with some wild cocktail of lust and awe. “Holy moly!” she blurted, her voice positively starstruck. “Palmer, you’re really doing it—you’re really peeing yourself, huh? You’re such a mess!”
Palmer whimpered, blinking through the humiliation and the weird, fizzy excitement that came with it. The relief was… incredible. It made her back arch, her fingers clutch the sheets so hard her knuckles went white. All that pressure, all that buildup, pouring out in a steaming-hot rush between her thighs, soaking her entire lower half. The wetness spread fast, puddling under her ass and leaking over the edge of the bed. The sheets were going to be ruined, and she didn’t even care.
“Helios,” she moaned, almost delirious with relief. “I can’t stop. I’m gonna ruin everything…”
“F-fuck, you’re so hot right now,” Helios growled, hands grabbing Palmer’s hips, grinding her own cock harder against Palmer’s messy, sodden crotch. “You’re totally soaked! Look at how you just let go, babe…! Oh, that’s so freakin’ good…”
Helios dropped down and mashed their mouths together, not even waiting for Palmer to stop peeing before she kissed her. It was a hungry, filthy kiss; Helios bit at Palmer’s lower lip and moaned into her mouth, tongue sliding in deep. Palmer couldn’t do anything except kiss back, legs shaking as the last spurts of piss splattered out of her and into her ruined panties, through her skirt, and onto Helios’ own bare thighs.
The smell was strong, sharp and musky and not subtle at all. Helios breathed it in, starry-eyed, rutting her cock up against Palmer’s soaked mound. The head of it poked straight through the fabric, rubbing through layers of piss and heat. Palmer shuddered and let out a broken, humiliated laugh.
“Oh, god, it’s everywhere,” she gasped, voice breaking as their tongues met again. “It’s so wet, Helios, I can’t believe it… I’m leaking everywhere…!”
Helios laughed, but it was half a moan, and her dick twitched hard against Palmer’s mess. The two couldn’t get out of their stained clothes fast enough, and it wasn’t long before Mejiro Palmer started jerking Helios off, relishing her lover’s depraved moans and groans of ecstasy.
“Isn’t it the super-hottest thing ever?!” Helios moaned.
“I didn’t know this could b-be so fun,” Palmer replied, giggling lewdly. “Now I know what you mean when you say that Haru Urara was blissed-out…!”
“If ya think this is good,” said Helios, “maybe ya should try letting something flow from the other hole! That seemed to make Haru Urara super-duper happy!”
It soon became that Mejiro Palmer and Daitaku Helios experimented with bathroom play every day that they got intimate together.
It was insane how quickly it became a routine in their relationship. Palmer would blush, of course, but she’d never even think about saying no to Helios’ wild ideas. The two of them just kept escalating, day after day, chasing new and gnarlier thrills like it was the next lap of a race.
Hydration games were just the beginning. Palmer actually got good at holding it. She’d chug water until her belly was sloshing, then Helios would tease her all day, watching for the shivers and crossed legs, the way she’d fidget and squirm when the pressure got too much.
Sometimes Palmer would last for hours; sometimes, Helios would make sure to “help” her lose control.
That meant pinning Palmer down on the bed and making out with her, grinding her hips against Palmer’s crotch, or just shoving her hand down Palmer’s panties until Palmer was writhing and gasping, right on the edge of bursting. Helios lived for the tremble in Palmer’s voice, the desperate whimpering, the way Palmer’s body would clench and rock and then—
“Haah… I can’t…!” Palmer would yelp, voice cracking as she finally let go. The hiss and gush of her bladder emptying into her panties was always loud and wet, and Helios would jerk her hips forward, cock twitching, loving every messy second. Sometimes they’d keep going, fucking right through the puddle and Palmer’s gasps and giggles, making a steamy, sopping mess of the bedsheets and themselves.
“Messy, messy Palmer,” Helios would purr, kissing her, grinding her cock up through Palmer’s urine-soaked panties. “Look at you, babe. You just can’t help it, huh~?”
“Y-you made me do it,” Palmer would answer, face bright red, but her tail would be wagging behind her and her thighs would be trembling with the relief—and the dirty, fizzy thrill of being so brazenly nasty.
Sometimes Palmer would beg for it. Sometimes she’d be so desperate she’d be on the verge of tears, her whole body shaking as she tried to hold it just a little longer. Helios never let her break, always encouraging her, always pushing her to her absolute limit.
But it wasn’t just wetting. Helios wanted everything. She wanted Palmer’s ass.
She wanted Palmer’s farts. She wanted Palmer’s shit. She wanted Palmer’s ass in her face, her lap, her hands—all of it, all the time. Helios got obsessed.
It started one afternoon when Palmer was squirming on the bed, knees tucked up, clearly struggling with more than just a full bladder. Helios clocked the way she kept clenching and uncurling her toes, and the tense, embarrassed look on Palmer’s face.
“Whatcha hiding?” Helios teased, poking Palmer in the side.
Palmer squeaked, covering her face. “N-nothing! It’s just, uh, I need to go, that’s all…”
“Oh?” Helios’ eyes lit up. She sat up straighter, cock perking up under her shorts. “Number one, or number two~?”
Palmer groaned. “…Both.”
“Hot,” Helios said, grinning. “Do it, Palmer. Right here! In your panties! I wanna see~!” ⭐
Palmer’s ears went flat, but her body trembled at the suggestion. “You want me to…?”
Helios nodded, slow and deliberate, her voice dropping into a low, hungry growl. “Yeah! I want you to totally let go! Flood your panties and fill ‘em up! Show me how nasty you can be~!”
That was all it took. Palmer whimpered, hips rocking, trying to resist for just a second longer. But the pressure was so much, and Helios was staring at her with those star-filled eyes, and she just couldn’t.
The first thing was the piss—a soaking-hot squirt that splashed through her panties, soaking the fabric and pooling under her ass. But then, a second later, Palmer’s cheeks bulged and her whole body shuddered as her ass let out a long, rumbling fart.
PFFFBBT!
“Oh, sheesh, that’s good,” Helios moaned, grabbing Palmer by the hips and pulling her closer, her nose almost buried against the mess-soaked fabric.
But Palmer wasn’t done. The relief made her lose control entirely. With another loud, helpless moan, Palmer’s ass pushed out a huge, thick log, fat and heavy, that stretched her panties taut as it filled the seat of her underwear. Helios watched, spellbound, as the bulge grew bigger and bigger, lifting Palmer’s skirt and making the whole room reek of ass and shit and piss.
Palmer’s tail lashed. Her thighs trembled. She sobbed out a desperate, broken little laugh. “It’s coming out…!”
Helios was right there, watching every second. “We~i! That’s it, Palmer! Get it all out! Fill your panties for me, babe! God, you look so hot right now…!”
The smell was insane. The heat, the musk, the stink of fresh piss and shit was so overwhelming Helios could barely see straight. She wanted it all. She needed it.
“Lay on your tummy for me,” Helios commanded, voice shaking. Palmer obeyed, squishing her big, bulging mess against the sheets, her skirt riding up to show off the wreckage. The huge lump in her panties was dark and shiny with piss, and the brown streak showed through with obvious, shameless filth.
Helios didn’t even hesitate. She shoved her face right against Palmer’s ass, sniffing, inhaling, tongue lapping up the salty, musky funk. The mess squished under her nose and chin, and Helios moaned with delight, rutting her cock against Palmer’s leg.
“God, you stink so good,” Helios groaned, barely able to breathe through the wall of ass-smell. “You’re such a fucking pig, Palmer. You love making a mess, don’t you?”
Palmer could only whimper in reply, so overwhelmed by the nasty, humiliating pleasure of it all. She could feel Helios’ hands groping her, squeezing her soiled, piss-sodden panties, smearing the mess deeper against her skin. Every grope mushed the log between her cheeks, spreading warm shit all over her ass.
Helios licked it. She actually licked the mess, groaning with delight, devouring every flavor of it. When she couldn’t stand it anymore, she yanked Palmer’s panties to the side and jammed her tongue against Palmer’s hole, pushing past the mess to rim her, tongue thrusting deep as Palmer screamed and panted into the mattress.
It was only a matter of time before Helios was fucking Palmer, rutting her cock into Palmer’s ass, not caring at all about the lingering mess or the stink. She loved it. She thrived on it. The shittier and filthier, the better.
Sometimes they’d fuck before Palmer even finished shitting herself. Helios would shove her cock deep into Palmer’s ass and force the mess out, using the thick length to squeeze the next load from Palmer’s overworked guts. That meant Palmer was shitting around Helios’ cock, thick logs sliding out and getting mashed between their bodies as Helios pounded away, balls slapping against the stinky, lumpy seat of Palmer’s ruined panties.
PLAP! SPLURT! SQUISH!
Helios would moan so loud that Palmer was sure other Umamusume could hear them in all their depravity. Sometimes Palmer would piss herself, too, soaking both their lower halves in hot, yellow urine as Helios kept thrusting, uncaring, hungry for more.
It was pure perversion. It was heaven.
And Helios never stopped experimenting.
She got addicted to farting. To sniffing Palmer’s swamp-ass, right after a date or a race, when Palmer’s panties were practically glued to her with sweat and heat. Helios would shove her face into Palmer’s ass, tongue out, and inhale the sticky, salty stink, groaning with bliss.
“God, you reek,” Helios would murmur, drooling against Palmer’s skin. “I can’t get enough of this! It’s so you, babe. So real!”
Palmer would blush, but she always lifted her tail higher, arching her hips to give Helios better access. And Helios would lick her clean, or dirtier, depending on the day.
There were “fart games,” too. Palmer would have to sit on Helios’ lap and try to hold it as long as possible, Helios’ hands on her belly, massaging and squeezing her gut, making it impossible to keep the gas inside.
“Betcha you can’t last a whole minute,” Helios would tease, nipping at Palmer’s ear.
Palmer would squirm and giggle, but she always tried. Sometimes she made it to the end, red-faced and shaking… sometimes not.
More often, she’d lose it halfway through, letting rip with a thunderous, vibrating fart that shook both their bodies. Helios would cackle, delighted, and wiggle her nose, sniffing up every last puff of stink.
“Phew! That’s a ten outta ten, babe!” Helios would declare, slapping Palmer on the ass. “You could clear a room with that!”
Sometimes, Helios made it even grosser. She’d lay down, hands behind her head, and command Palmer to sit right on her face, panties and all. “Fart right on me,” she’d order, voice thick.
Palmer would hesitate at first… but not for long.
The first time she did it, Helios nearly came on the spot. The fart was so loud, so hot, so rank that Helios’ eyes rolled back, and she started licking and sucking at Palmer’s ass like it was her favorite treat.
“God, I could live here,” Helios moaned between licks. “Best seat in the house…”
From then on, facesitting became a staple. Palmer would squat on Helios’ face and just let it all out: piss, farts, even messy accidents, if Helios asked for it. Helios loved eating Palmer’s ass, her tongue so deep and greedy, sucking up every drop and every ounce of filth.
And, of course, they’d always end up fucking. Helios’ cock was too big and too hard to resist, so as soon as Palmer’s ass was nice and messy, Helios would shove her shaft deep inside, pounding Palmer while sniffing or licking her ass—and sometimes, Palmer would piss herself while getting railed, the urine splattering against Helios’ abs and cock, running down in hot little rivers.
Helios got creative with her own piss, too. She started using “golden showers” to mark Palmer, to soak her and cover her and claim her as her own.
The first time she did it, Palmer was so stunned, she didn’t even react at first.
Helios just lined up her cock, grinning wild, and let loose: a steaming-hot jet of piss right across Palmer’s chest and face, spraying her yellow and soaking her hair.
Palmer choked on it, at first, but then Helios told her to “drink up, babe,” and Palmer swallowed, tongue out, gagging on the taste and the heat but loving how dirty it made her feel.
Helios would piss all over Palmer’s tits, her ass, her pussy, sometimes even into her open mouth. Sometimes she’d make Palmer lay on the floor, or kneel in the tub, and just flood her with a whole day’s worth of pent-up piss, soaking Palmer and laughing the whole time.
Palmer loved it. She said it felt “super liberating,” and the humiliation was a rush like nothing else.
Even so, they didn’t stop there. Helios kept dreaming up new ways to make it filthier.
She bought diapers. Actual, real ones, the kind made for heavy use. Palmer balked at first, but Helios just grinned and waved a package in front of her.
“Think you can fill one of these, babe? I bet you totally can,” Helios crooned, eyes shining.
Palmer rolled her eyes playfully, but she couldn’t deny that Helios had brought her into a world of filth and depravity the likes of which she’d never imagined before.
And Palmer loved it. She loved every second of it. She’d never even dreamed she could be this much of a pervert and still be so happy, so free, so charged up with filthy, bubbly joy.
Her panties clung to her ass, heavy with the piss and sticky brown mess she’d just let out, and Helios was right there, eyes wild with star-lit hunger, rutting her cock against Palmer’s thigh, grinding that thick shaft against the warm, bulging mess in Palmer’s underwear.
“Can you feel that, Palmer?” Helios crooned, her voice rough. She mashed her cockhead right up against the slick, shit-stained fabric, letting it slide and squish, using Palmer’s body like a living, breathing, moaning fucktoy. “You’re sooooo nasty right now… sooooo hot! I can’t get enough of you! We~i!”
Palmer’s body trembled with anticipation. Her tail was up, twitching, her thighs slick with sweat, piss, and her own arousal. She wanted it so badly she could barely breathe—and Helios could see it. Helios could always see it.
“Don’t hold back,” Helios said. She yanked Palmer’s ruined panties aside, savoring the sticky squelch and the burst of even hotter stink. Palmer’s ass was a mess: brown-streaked, shiny with wetness, cheeks flushed and puffy with everything she’d just let out. Palmer felt Helios’ hand on her cheek, spreading her wide, making her feel so utterly exposed and helpless.
She whimpered, desperate. “Please… Helios, please…”
Helios didn’t need to be told twice. She lined up the head of her cock, thick and drooling, and shoved it right up against Palmer’s messy, leaking hole. It was filthy as hell—the lube was Palmer’s own shit and piss, her own juices soaking everything, and Helios just pressed in, slow and steady and unforgiving.
The stretch was insane. Palmer gasped, eyes wide, as Helios’ cock forced her open, pushing past the mess, hot ripples of pleasure and humiliation firing through her core. “F-fuck!” Palmer sobbed, her voice muffled by the mattress, her body shaking beneath the force of it. “That’s so… ahh, oh my god… Helios, you’re so big, I can’t…!”
But she could. She wanted it. She fucking craved it.
Helios bottomed out, grinding her hips against Palmer’s ass, fucking her deep and full. The thick shaft mashed Palmer’s mess deeper inside, squishing the log between her cheeks with every thrust. The smell was brutal—a wall of stink so sharp Palmer saw stars—but she loved it, she needed it, and Helios was moaning right along with her, cock twitching as she started to move.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Helios pounded Palmer’s ass without mercy, each thrust sending new waves of pleasure through Palmer’s trembling body. The filth and the heat and the musk made her dizzy. The mess squished and slurped with every motion, hot and sticky, spreading across Palmer’s skin, smearing over Helios’ cock and balls.
Helios was drooling over it, rutting like she was in heat, eyes rolling back as she took in the sight and sound and stink of Palmer’s ruined ass. “Fuck, you’re so good,” Helios groaned, hands digging into Palmer’s hips to yank her back onto every stroke. “You’re my nasty little pig, Palmer… you want everyone to know how much you love this, huh? You want them to smell it on you for days!”
Palmer mewled in response, unable to hold back. Her body rocked back and forth, clutching the sheets, ass up and tail high, taking every inch of Helios’ thick, mess-smeared shaft. She could feel the mess squishing out of her, the wet slap of Helios’ balls against her, the drizzle of piss still leaking out as she lost all control.
She was in heaven. She was so far gone she couldn’t even blush anymore.
Helios’ thrusts grew faster and harder, her hips slamming against Palmer’s ass with wild, animal energy. The sound was obscene—a mix of squelches, slaps, and the wet, gassy bubbles of Palmer’s body giving in. Every so often, Palmer’s ass would clench around Helios’ cock and let out a fat, vibrating fart, making both of them gasp with delight.
PBBBTT!! SQUELCH! SLAP!
Helios howled with laughter. “There it is! That’s what I want, Palmer! Stink me out! Ruin me with your nasty ass!”
Palmer sobbed with pleasure, barely able to speak. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna cum, Helios, please, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!!”
Helios wasn’t stopping for anything. She rammed her cock deep, over and over, until Palmer was screaming into the mattress, body bucking with every wave of sensation. The world narrowed to heat and stink and blissful, messy satisfaction.
Palmer came hard, harder than she ever had in her life. Her whole body locked up, her ass clamping down on Helios’ fat cock, squeezing so tight Helios barked out a curse and slammed in even harder. Palmer’s orgasm hit like a tidal wave; she pissed herself all over again, soaking Helios’ cock and balls in hot, yellow spray, her whole lower half spasming as she let it all go at once.
“FUCK!” Palmer screamed, hot tears streaming down her cheeks. “Helios, Helios, Helios!”
Helios could barely keep herself together. The feeling of Palmer’s ass pulsing and squeezing, the mess squishing, the piss splattering over her cock—it was too much. She grabbed Palmer even tighter and rutted her as hard as she could, cock swelling and twitching inside Palmer’s ruined hole.
“Here it comes,” Helios warned, voice breaking. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna fill you up, Palmer, take it, TAKE IT ALL!”
She came with a roar, shoving her cock so deep Palmer saw stars. The blast of cum was insane—it shot right up Palmer’s ass, flooding her guts with a hot, thick rush that made Palmer absolutely lose her mind.
Palmer’s whole body shook. Her ass spasmed, milking Helios’ cock for all it was worth, and she screamed into the soiled sheets as Helios unloaded inside her. The mess was unreal; Palmer could feel spunk pouring into her, mixing with the shit and the piss and the sweat that already slicked her insides. Every pulse of Helios’ cock forced the log of shit deeper against Palmer’s cheeks, smearing it everywhere, and the heat in her gut was just… overwhelming.
“F-fuck, Helios! You’re… ahh… cumming so much…!” Palmer gasped. Her face was wet with spit and tears, and her nose was full of the thick, musky stink that only made her cum again, a second, smaller wave of pleasure pulsing through her ruined body.
Helios didn’t slow down—not even a little. She rode her orgasm hard, jerking her hips over and over, grinding Palmer’s ass beneath her, rutting until her cock had nothing left to give and Palmer was leaking a vile, creamy mess from both ends.
SPLORT! PLAP! SPLAT!
Helios laughed, wild and breathless, and fell forward to wrap her arms around Palmer’s trembling frame. Her muscles burned, and her cock twitched as she pulsed out the last dregs of her load, but all she wanted was to hold Palmer close and bask in the absolutely gnarly afterglow.
“Sheesh, babe… that was perfect! Yahooo…!” ⭐
Helios panted, nuzzling into Palmer’s hair. She didn’t care about the stink or the stains or the wrecked sheets, not even a little. All she cared about was how good Palmer felt in her arms, how totally destroyed and satisfied she looked right now.
Palmer whimpered, limbs trembling helplessly as she tried to catch her breath. Her ass was a disaster, her thighs sticky and shiny with piss and cum and shit, her panties completely shredded by the mess Helios had pounded into her. But she was grinning, giddy and fucked-out and so happy she could barely think.
“You’re… you’re so nasty, Helios…” Palmer managed, giggling as she felt cum run down her leg, and then a fresh squirt of piss escaped her, adding to the filthy mess. Helios just squeezed her tighter, cock still buried deep inside Palmer’s ass, loving every second of it.
“Yeah, babe? You like it?” Helios crooned. She kissed Palmer’s cheek, then her lips, then licked a streak of sweat and tears clean off her face. “We should totally set a record. Be the filthiest couple in all of Tracen Academy. Nobody else would even come close!”
Palmer laughed, weak and gleeful, and nodded. “Oh, Helios, I think we’re already the nastiest couple in all of Tracen Academy…”
“YAHOOO~! Then we win! We~iii!”
They snuggled more closely, still stuck together by all the mess and heat and Helios’ cock—and neither of them cared about the stink, or the stains, or anything except how right this felt. They may have been indulgent in their messy depravity, but they found elation and more in the cloud of their own sweet stink.