Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 108211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
After what appeared to be another intense orgasm, she held up a hand to Andi to stop her in mid-sentence.
“Well, that is a fascinating story, my dear. And I hope you find your way home. Oh, boys!” This was directed to her two Manimals, who were both rubbing their bare pink cocks against her legs. “Look, ladies—I’d better get home before these two knock me down and mount me,” she added, giving that throaty laugh again. “They are so naughty when it comes to wanting to push their big, thick cocks into their Mistress’s cunny, you know!”
“Uh-huh—we can see that,” Flow-da murmured, rather dreamily. She was still stroking Hartford’s hair and her eyes were half-lidded, as though watching Goodie Bo-long and her Manimals had really turned her on.
“Well, ta-ta, then!” Goodie Bo-long called. She was about to walk across the street with her two Manimals in tow, when Andi remembered what she needed to ask her. Watching the strange, erotic show playing out in front of her had almost made her forget!
“Wait!” she exclaimed, taking a step towards the other woman. “I heard from someone you were working on a cure—a cure for The Scent—for Manimalism, I mean,” she added. “I have an advanced degree in Medical Botany, you know—I might be able to help.”
Goodie Bo-long whipped back around and when one of her Manimals tried to shove his face under her skirt, she pushed him abruptly away.
“Who told you that?” she demanded, frowning fiercely. “How would I be able to make an antidote for The Scent? It was my dear departed husband, Dr. Bo-long, who was the scientist, not me! I know nothing about a cure for Manimalism—nothing!”
“I…I’m sorry.” Andi was taken aback by her vehement denial. “I didn’t mean to offend you,” she said quickly. “I just…Cade can’t stay like this—like he is. I was hoping to get him back to his right mind before I brought him home to the Kindred Mother Ship.”
“Well, good luck with that!” Goodie Bo-long sneered. “What’s been taken will never be restored.”
And with that, she turned on her high heels and marched across the street to her large, round mansion with the Manimals hurrying along behind her on all fours.
“Well!” Andi muttered out of the corner of her mouth. “That was interesting.”
“It certainly was!”
The breathy tone of Flow-da’s voice made Andi take a closer look at her friend.
“Hey—are you all right?” she asked, because Flow-da was nearly panting. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were sleepy with lust.
“I…I’m fine. What time is it? That meeting is supposed to run for at least three more solar hours, isn’t it?” Flow-da asked, all in one breath.
“I guess so—why?” Andi frowned. “Are you sure you’re all right?”
“I’m fine except I’m just dying to let Hartford mount me!” Flow-da lifted her chin. “I’m going to do it—I’m going to take a chance. He usually only takes an hour or so to knot me. We should be finished and have plenty of time to clean up before Goodie Tight-azz comes home!”
“Are you sure you ought to risk it?” Andi asked doubtfully. “What if she comes home early?”
“She won’t—she’d better not. You don’t understand!” Flow-da gave her a pleading look. “The Scent doesn’t just affect males—it makes females horny too! And it’s been so long since I let my sweet Hartford mount me! I just have to let him knot me and breed me.”
At the sound of her words, Hartford made a low, interested sound in his throat and began nudging his face against her crotch.
“That’s right, my sweet Hartford,” Flow-da cooed at him. “Would you like to breed me? Do you want to try your best to give me a big belly?”
“Wait—I thought you didn’t want to get pregnant!” Andi protested.
“I only said that because I was afraid you would judge me,” Flow-da admitted. “Because that’s the dirty secret about The Scent that nobody talks about—not only does it make you want to get knotted and bred—it makes you try to get pregnant every chance you get. Some people think it’s a biological thing—that whatever made The Scent wants to replicate itself somehow and since it lives in us now, it wants more hosts.”
“Do you think that’s true?” Andi was taken aback. “You think The Scent is some kind of parasite? I thought it was a chemical or a compound.”
“Who know what it really is?” Flow-da snapped. “All I know is that I need Hartford’s cock in me now. I want him to breed me until I’m sure he’s planted his seed in my womb—until I’m sure I’m pregnant. It won’t matter—it won’t show until long after I’m at the Moon colony,” she added. “I thought I could wait until I got there to let him knot me again but I can’t—I’m sorry!”
Then she tugged at her Manimal.