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Misha's Monumental Moment V2 P9
🕑 Added 2025-02-24 08:20:33 +0000 UTCFeelings and Fumbling Femboys.
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Misha…
“mmhhmm” Misha rolled in his sleep. An adorable little mumble coming from his lips as the bed rocked from the sway of his enormous hips.
Misha.
“mhmm… not now Mr. Sheep…” Misha mumbled. He was having a wonderful dream. A giant field of green grass, with massive hills of rainbow flowers in the background and Trees so tall, craning your head all the way up only lets you see them disappear into the clouds.
On that field of green, a dozen golden sheep with adorable bunny ears frolicked as Misha shepherded the cute little sheep. He was dressed in traditional shepherd’s clothes, the robes felt nice around him and gave him an aura of manliness! One of the golden sheep walked up to him and bleated. Misha pet it and smiled.
“You are so soft.” Dream Misha spoke to the sheep as he squeezed its fur. The fur felt very warm and soft, though far more springy than fur normally did… did fur go Bwub?
Mishaaaaa~
Shepherd Misha looked up as a commotion startled his flock. A beautiful silver wolf had entered the fray! Misha stood ready to defend his sheep so the wolf would not devour them. But the silver wolf just started chasing him instead! Misha screamed in his dream and ran from the wolf, and the golden sheep chased after the wolf.
Now it was flock, wolf, shepherd in all the wrong order as Misha ran and ran and the wolf chased him with its tail wagging. A dazzling light filled Misha’s dream as a figure floated down. The light took the shape of a woman as Misha reached his hand out for the shimmering hand. Only for the shimmering woman to summon a massive fence around Misha with only one opening… where the wolf was.
Misheeeee~
The wolf opened its mouth and howled his name. The wolf was laughing now as it sprinted into the corridor he’d been trapped in. The sheep followed behind and sealed him inside. Misha grabbed his staff, about to defend himself when the Wolf leaped upon him… and starting licking and slobbering on his face…
“NNnnnnOooOOO!” Misha bolted upright and hastily wiped the nonexistent drool from his face. Then Misha blinked and looked around…
“Hey Goober~,” Quinn’s voice was full of confidence as she kissed her boyfriend on the cheek and stood up.
“Ah- I- Quinn? You’re back! How long was I… Nng… I’m sorry I… popped you again.” Misha’s confidence from his dream shattered as he stuttered a hello to his girlfriend. Yet despite his apology, a small, warm smile grew on his face. Just being alone with her gave him a tiny bit of confidence once again. As if Quinn somehow had all the answers and he could just relax and let her take care of things.
Misha looked around again. They were in a decently large room, with a dozen potted plants in various stages of growth placed around the room. A few looked like they had rapidly grown too big for their pots. The walls were a comforting shade of yellow, almost like wheat or sunflowers. There was no magic in the walls or ceiling, nor were there any traces of advanced technology. It was just… a house. Even the lights were simple, refreshing candles. Albeit there were nearly twelve candles to keep the room adequately lit.
Misha tried to remember moving here but all he could remember was-
“Geh!” Misha clutched at his chest and his butt as his tail spiked out as if he’d been zapped by lightning. His cheeks turned red within seconds as his large fluffy ears bent forward in shock and shame. The last thing Misha could remember was… his du- his po- his bowel movement destroying the Latrepolis!
“Quinn!” Misha gasped out as Quinn jumped a few inches before her tail swished and she turned and looked at him. A curious but playful grin on her face.
“What? You startled me ya dummy.” Quinn smiled as Misha hyperventilated for a few seconds before gulping his anxiety down forcefully.
“Wh-where are we? What happened to- to- to the Latrepolis? To Pachelle?” Misha asked. His heart pounding in fear as his mind imagined nothing but a shattered wasteland thanks to his butt!
“We’re at an outpost a few miles away from it. They had to bring all the girls and bwoomphy-boys here so none of them exploded cause of… fuck… what was the word again? Resistance? Restitution? I don’t even know what that means… fuuuuuck.” Quinn growled as she bit her thumb aggressively and tried to think of the proper word.
“Quiinnn sweariiing…” Misha said in a tiny voice, too ashamed to reprimand her above a whisper. “And… its resonance…”
Quinn slapped a fist onto her hand and pointed at Misha with a broad grin. “Aha! Resonance! You’re always so smart Mishee~! That’s my boyfriend!” Quinn boasted to herself as Misha wanted to crawl under the bed and cry.
Resonance! He’d nearly burst who knows how many people from resonance!? How could he have let his… energy… build up until it had become so dangerous! Irahei’s scorn he was supposed to be an Icon! A savior of the people chosen by the Gods not a-
SMWAH!
“EEEEEEE!” Misha squeeled as a wet, happy tongue slapped against his cheek and went from almost chin to eye before Quinn pulled back and laughed. Her tail wagging like nothing happened as Misha hastily wiped the real drool from his face. “Q-Quiiin that’s dirrttyyy!”
“As if my drool’s as dirty as that landfill behind you~” Quinn teased as she hopped onto Misha’s bed. Misha’s retort died in his throat as his cheeks puffed out cutely in shame. Misha turned his head and looked at the ‘landfill’ behind him…
His butt was… big. Very big… okay it was enormous… While it had shrunken down from the gigantic couch-crushing, car-swallowing, quadruple-wide door-breaking bottom it had been before… it was still bigger then it was supposed to be…
Each pale globe was nearly as large as a pumpkin. Misha gulped and squeezed his own butt once. “Eep...!” Misha whimpered at how sensitive it still was too! Even one little handful felt like he was squishing down on several loaves of freshly baked fluffy bread, or a thick doughy mass of mochi… and it sent several tingles up his spine and to his tail as he straightened himself out.
Quinn sat down next to Misha, invading his personal space as Misha whimpered and squished his thunder thighs together. If it was anyone else he would ask them to please move… but he knew Quinn wouldn’t listen anyway… and he liked it when she was close to him…
“How ya feeling, big butt?” Quinn asked as Misha looked up at her, his eyes watering already at this terrible nickname.
“B-Big butt?” Misha repeated as if that would change what Quinn had said. Instead of responding. Quinn gave a wolfish grin and poked a finger into his soft thighs as Misha yelped, and his cock twitched.
“Big butt!” Quinn laughed. Misha buried his head in his hands and cried for a few seconds before pulling himself together. Quinn would only tease him more if he let her!
“I- I feel… empty. But not in a bad way…” Misha said softly as he looked down at himself. He was dressed in the usual robes that Irahei had granted him when she chose him to become her Apostle and transformed him into her Icon.
A white halter dress robe with spiky shoulder pads that cut briskly into his pale, svelte arms. Wrapping tightly around his slightly protruding chest… Misha would never beat the allegations that he had B-cup bunny boobs… Misha’s robes then hugged his outrageously thin waistline and met with a sash that broke up the endless expanse of white on white. Before the robes split down the sides, letting his enormous hips hang free and covering his groin and the middle of his bottom, but not much else… Thick black lacy panties that had basically been turned into a thong finished off the look.
His usual clothes… Misha looked around the room again… there in the corner were Misha’s usual shoes Irahei always picked for him… White kitten heel stilettos…
“Quinn… um… did… did they bring me any clothes besides… you know?” Misha asked softly as Quinn smiled.
“Don’t wanna wear what your goddess picked for you? Huaaa? Isn’t that sacrilege Misheeee~?” Quinn teased as Misha wailed that wasn’t the case at all. Quinn ignored him and left the room for a second before coming back and smiling broadly.
“Here you go, babe~ I picked these myself.” Quinn smiled as she tossed two boxes to Misha, left the room again and came back with another one. Misha looked at the boxes and gulped.
“T-Thank you, Quinn,” Misha said out of reflex as he opened the first box. Then the light went out from his eyes as he saw it was a sparkling red cocktail dress. Quinn looked at her boyfriend and waited for a response. Instead, Misha hastily opened the next boss as Quinn’s evil smile grew even more. A green and white, gorgeous cold shoulder corset with ruffles and tulles. The kind of dress that screamed, “It’s summer, I’m hot and you know it~”. Misha’s face turned ghostly grey as Quinn’s sneer grew even more.
Instead of looking at her still. Misha shakily grabbed the third box and opened it. Hoping. Praying. That these would- “Oh!” Misha smiled at the third option. Jeans and an eggshell cotton shirt! While it might look a bit… Summer Mom on him. This was by far the manliest of his options! Misha smiled broadly as he grabbed the jeans and shirt from the box. Not noticing Quinn’s smile was practically beaming with razor-sharp teeth as her tail wagged furiously.
“I’ll wear this one. A minute please.” Misha asked softly as Quinn fought the urge to whistle or laugh or just pounce on her boyfriend’s big butt down.
“Of course, babe. Take all the time you need. I’ll be right outside the room.” Quinn had to quickly put a hand to her mouth before she could start giggling and give herself away. Turning out of the room, Quinn put her butt to the wall and crumpled forwards, silently laughing to herself as Misha undressed.
His robes were simple to get off. With little clasps at the back of his neck, the robes suddenly became very roomy on his chest as he simply pulled them forwards and off in one moment. With a little bit of darkness and hair ruffling as he pulled the back slit over his head. Misha was free and almost buck naked in the room as his cheeks flushed ruby red all over again.
“Misheee can I peek?” Quinn asked from outside the door. Misha’s cock twitched in his panties as his eyes widened.
“N-No!” Misha whimpered and hastily covered his ‘little’ bulge as if Quinn could suddenly see through walls. Misha turned around and grabbed the shirt quickly. Putting it on was harder than he thought as his large bunny ears and his glorious golden mane of hair got stuck in seconds. Misha almost panicked, but he wasn’t about to start crying and beg for help putting on a simple shirt!
(I need to man up! Like my dream showed me! I think…) Misha was adamant about getting himself dressed, wearing manly clothes, and taking responsibility for what he had done! Just… one step at a time. “Nnggh… ears… come ooon! Whyyyy?” Misha was starting to tear up as he had put his arm into the shirt to get his ears out, only for everything to get stuck for a few moments. Finally, Misha managed to fold his ears down and quickly slammed his head through the hole. After that it was simple to pull his arms through, then pull his hair out gently. After about thirty seconds, all of his golden mane was out and his bunny tail was wagging happily.
Misha almost wanted to softly yell “I did it!” before he realized that he was in a very dangerous situation still. Looking down. Misha was in a shirt that hugged his chest nicely though it was a bit loose… only to dramatically stop when it reached his outrageously fertile hips and the ball of girth he was sporting even fully flaccid! With two grapefruit-sized balls happily tucked into his panties, Misha realized if Quinn were to walk in she’d pounce on him for sure! Misha quickly turned around and grabbed the jeans… though subconsciously his tail wagged even faster and his bottom seemed quite eager to be pounced on…
Misha looked at the jeans and huffed at how enormous they looked. They were even bigger than the ones his mom wore when she was pregnant… Misha bent over. His enormous wobbling booty swung like a pendulum for a few seconds as his tail wagged cutely. Unbeknownst to Misha, Quinn had stealthily moved so she could see her boyfriend get dressed. And she had to fight to hold in a howl of bliss seeing his titanic ass sway in front of her. Quinn had to bite her hand to stop from yelling at the show she was getting! Her pussy immediately twitched with glee as she wanted to pounce right into that enormous ass and devour his donut till he cried her name and popped her all over again~.
Quinn grabbed her Crysadeck and hit record.
Misha got the jeans over his feet effortlessly. But right away there were problems. As the jeans slowly crawled up his thighs, Misha could feel them getting tighter and tighter every inch. His soft juicy hips were devouring more real estate than his jeans could cover! Then, they snagged right at the cup of his huge ass.
“Eh?” Misha’s left ear bent forwards in confusion. He pulled on his jeans again. Bwubwub his butt jiggled and wobbled, but not even an inch fit into the jeans. It almost looked cartoonish, as if the jeans were blue denim wraps on a muffin, and his ass was everything else~. The filling, the bursting over the top, the great cloudy expanse, so big even one bite wasn’t enough~. All it was missing was frosting and sprinkles and his big bunny booty was complete~!
“KHeeeee~!” Quinn whimpered into her hand as she bit down even harder to stop from whining like a dog in heat. GODS, his ass was… it was… mesmerizing! Quinn’s eyes practically turned into silver hearts as she almost wished she could record harder!
“Ghh come oooon!” Misha whined. Misha couldn’t believe it. For once he was being stubborn. It was just pants! Surely if he could fit into a dress he could fit into pants! Misha hopped a few times and tried to sink his marshmallow-y cheeks where they belonged!
Hop-BWwuuub-Hop!-Bwuuubwub-hop-hop!-CLAP!
“EEH!” Misha gasped as that last jump made his ass cheeks audibly clap against each other. That was Quinn’s final straw.
“AWWOOOOOOO~! Oooo FUUUCK, Mishee!” Quinn howled before dropping her Crysadeck on the floor, sprinting across the room in a flash and diving onto her knees. Burying her face into Misha’s butt and grabbing his ass cheeks and blowing a raspberry into it. Her tits smooshed against his jeans as Misha’s eyes turned into saucers.
“Eaiiaaa~! Q-QUiiinn sto-stooop!” Misha squealed as Quinn sunk her hands into his ass and tried to bury her face even deeper into his cavernous boy-crack. Misha’s butt resisted. Whether through Misha’s sudden fear causing him to clench up hard, or his butt secretly playing hard to get and wanting Quinn to push harder, neither of them knew or cared.
MWWAH~!
Quinn planted a sloppy kiss on the inside of Misha’s left ass cheek through the black panties as her tail wagged so hard it was cutting a groove into the floor. If her boyfriend was going to play hard to get with his donut, she’d just play even harder to get her sweet puffy prize!
Misha’s left eye lidded as both his ears curled in bliss. His butt was too big, too sensitive, too needy! Misha could feel his manly willpower fading more by the second as his knees started to turn into jelly, his body wanting to give in and let Quinn play with him as much as she wanted. He deserved it, didn’t he? He was a bad-good-bad boy and needed to be punished-rewarded-punished!?
“Oohh~ Ahhn~ Q-Quiinnn pleaassee I hhn~ Nnooooo~!” Misha was fighting back tears and a raging boner as his cock throbbed harder and harder. And the harder his cock grew, the more it stretched his panties. Turning his already tight panties into nothing more than black streaks of rope. With his panties turned into a G-string. Misha grit his teeth as his cock throbbed for freedom, and his donut begged to be kissed and nibbled by Quinn. Misha could already feel his balls happily sloshing with golden seed.
Those horrible, perverted urges were growing within him already. Those dark desires that he tried to hide from even himself. Wanting to be spanked, pampered, insulted, used. To just let go of all control and let Quinn do whatever she wanted to him and give her everything he could in return~.
And then, images of what the destroyed Latrepolis must have looked like filled his head. Misha could only imagine a wasteland of golden gas and towering mounds of his own feces.
That was what happened when he lost control! When he gave into those desires!
“Ch-Chickens!” Misha squealed. In a moment, the groping and kissing of his titanic behind stopped as Quinn quickly pulled out. Her tail went limp for a moment as she stood up and Misha panted.
“Chickens? Shit. I’m- I’m sorry Misha I didn’t mean to…” Quinn said, suddenly apologetic and somber.
(Nooo why did I!? I just wanted her to stop I didn’t mean to- Uwaah why do I screw everything uuuup! Useless useless useless useless!) Misha snapped at himself as Quinn stood there like a lost puppy rather than his usually so dominant girlfriend that towered over him.
“No- It- You’re fine Quinn I’m sorry! I didn’t- I didn’t mean to say it.” Misha dropped his jeans and hastily grabbed Quinn’s hands.
Quinn’s ears flattened against her head as her tail curled a bit. She took Misha’s hands softly. Quinn looked like she’d just been yelled at by her boyfriend as Misha wanted to yell at himself for making her feel so bad. “Quinn. I’m sorry okay? Really! I didn’t mean to say Chickens I just- I just got scared okay? Please don’t feel bad. I’m so sorry.” Misha said softly as Quinn nodded and sat down on the bed.
“It’s okay, Mishee. I can help you get dressed.” Quinn said somberly as she held up Misha’s normal robes. Misha clenched his left hand into a fist and wanted to bang his head against something. A few tears rose to Misha’s eyes as he waddled to Quinn on the bed and fell upon her.
“Quiiiiin I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to ruin everything! It just- It…” Misha’s cheeks turned red as he lay there on top of Quinn. Quinn gave him a small smile as her right ear cocked, her silver eyes were calm compared to his nervous gold.
“What are you saying sorry for you dummy. It’s all right okay? I get it. You want a bit of a break after that huuuge show, right? I understand.” Quinn spoke softly as Misha cried into his robes and her stomach. A small, controlled tease escaping her lips.
(Nooo! I… I…!) Misha couldn’t open his mouth to tell her that he did want it. Oh, he wanted it so badly. Far too badly. Even after ruining the moment, he could still practically feel her head smooshed into his big sensitive rump. His pillowy butt could have doubled as two big shitake mushrooms, and it definitely craved his girlfriend taking a fat bite out of it!
Misha shut his eyes and felt the plants around them and underneath the floors. The potted plants around the room and the roots underground pulsed with life. Misha grabbed onto the nearest one mentally and channeled his divine power. “Babe? What’cha doing?” Quinn asked as Misha pushed himself off of her slowly and looked her in the eyes.
“S-Saying sorry but better.” Misha said with an anxious smile as Quinn cocked both her ears. Then, the potted plant in the corner began to quiver and shake before it burst out of the pot. Roots digging into the floor as it grew larger and larger, and changed. The decorative fern grew large bristles and bulging buds that weighed the little plant down. As if the poor plant could barely handle the weight of its fruiting. After only twelve seconds, the plant had transformed entirely and was now a large blueberry bush so overripe it was on the verge of breaking itself in half.
“Oh! Sorry, little one.” Misha quickly hopped over to the plant and deftly cut the large berries off as Quinn stared. Misha lightly tapped his foot on the ground as a root burst through the floor and grew into the shape of a small table for Misha to place the nearly orange-sized blueberries down.
With all the berries placed down in the bowl. Misha smiled sheepishly, his mouth making an adorable, almost w-shaped curl as he looked at Quinn staring at him. “I-I know you like berries and I- I just wanted to say sorry for ruining the mood and… Ah! Oh no wait I- I ruined the flooooor! Q-Quinn do you think they’ll be mad? Oh Gods, Oh Lady Irahei why am I so stupiiid!?” Misha cried as he looked at the shattered tile around the root-table.
“Pff-hehe-hahahahahaha! Ohhh Mishee you big bunny baby. Ahh I could just eat you up.” Quinn said with a wide, pleasant smile as she stood and walked over to the bowl.
“Eh!?” Misha squeaked, his tail standing straight out as his cock twitched. But Quinn didn’t notice behind the table. She walked over and grabbed one of the large berries and popped it into the air. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, the overgrown berry filled her mouth to the brim before she crushed down on it. Her cheeks swelled with juices as Quinn gave a soft moan.
“Mhmhmm~! Probubbhy bamig- Ahh~ property damage tastes delicious.” Quinn grinned as she swallowed the juice and took a second berry. As Quinn gently wrapped her lips around this berry and swallowed it whole, Misha watched her throat swell and tracked the berry as it headed down to her stomach. As he watched, his face got even redder as his cock began to harden. Quinn grabbed the next one and took a big juicy bite of it as blueberry juice dribbled down her chin.
“Mmff~ It is pretty weird how much us Wolves love berries huh? Even back when I was old me; I fucking loved a bunch of berries after a good hunt. Fought off a dozen of the other guys to get a big handful all for me. But now, they taste even better! I wonder if that’s a chick thing or an Apostle…” Quinn stopped her thought out loud as she stared at Misha, her eyes widening as her pale cheeks flushed a bit red. “Well aren’t you a perv, Mishee~. I didn’t know you got off to watching me eat. Wanna record me for later?”
Misha looked like he’d been shot by a Multi-Quill as he spasmed, his ears shooting straight up, his eyes turning into golden swirling saucers, his tail puffing out like he’d been zapped by electricity as he looked down at the huge three-foot-long erection below him. His cock trembled, only kept even slightly ‘decent’ my any measure of the word by his black panties which now resembled nothing less than a censor bar on the tip of his penis.
“EH-AH!? I N-Noo Wai-t I didn’t I wasn’t- Umhmh… I’m sorry!” Misha wailed and turned around quickly. Burying his head in his ears as his face practically glowed with shame. (Have I sunk to a new low alreadyyyy!?) Misha wailed in his head as Quinn growled softly.
The mood was definitely coming back to them both~.
Quinn started a sultry walk forward, grabbing two of the oversized berries in her left hand and twirling them through her fingers a bit. It almost… almooost felt like she was fondling Misha’s nuts. Of course, they were far bigger than even the berries, and muuuch better to the touch~. Quinn decided if Misha was doing better, then everything was well again. Quinn fell upon Misha as he squeeled, using her height to her advantage as she smothered herself on top of him from behind. Her breasts digging into his back softly as she smooshed herself between his massive ass a few inches. As his butt wrapped around her like a beanbag chair. Quinn put her hands in front of Misha to show him the two huge berries.
“Baaabe. What’s wrooooong? Getting horny from the food youuu made me?” Quinn teased before she put her right hand on top of Misha’s head and gave him a noogie.
“Eaaghh Quuiiin stoop my haiiir!” Misha cried as Quinn’s evil grin grew even more. Quinn used her left hand to feed herself the first of the two berries, careful not to spill juice on Misha as she knew he absolutely hated getting messy from food. With a juicy SPLOOSH! Quinn burst the berry in her mouth and swallowed, then did it again with the second one. Her stomach had bulged out a few inches from all the juice inside her as she grinned.
“Mishee~”
“Y-yes?”
“Wanna do it before we head out?” Quinn asked as she loomed over Misha. Misha’s eyebrows soared to the ceiling as he almost choked on a gasp.
“Q-Quinn! We- we can’t! We have to- I have to go apologize and- And get dressed and- and-“ Before Misha could continue giving excuses. Quinn had an evil thought… She punched herself in the chest lightly two times before grabbing Misha’s right ass cheek with one hand.
“EEE!?” Misha whimpered as Quinn felt a burp coming up from all that juice. Keeping her right hand planted on Misha’s big soft bottom, she grabbed his left shoulder and leaned over him.
UUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuUUUURRRRRROOORRAAARRRLLLLPPP~!
A thick, petrichor belch rustled Misha’s hair and sent shivers down his back. The noise was like a garbled, unclogged drain coming up from the back of Quinn’s throat as Quinn squeezed Misha’s ass harder and made sure he couldn’t move with her left hand on his shoulder. Right next to his sensitive ears, but not directly in the way, the noise was tantalizing to poor Misha’s deep desires as Misha’s cock surged in size a few inches in seconds. His balls also swelled softly, pumping up with seed every few seconds Quinn burped above him. Misha’s tense expression melted momentarily as the dual onslaught of pleasure took over… his tail wagged against Quinn’s belly and breasts as best it could. His eyes softly unfocused as Misha panted. Slipping deeper into his desires, Misha softly bent forwards so Quinn would be smothered even more by his needy bottom.
And then her belch ended and Misha’s trance ended with it.
“EEhhHH! Q-QUIIiiiinn!” Misha wailed as he jumped out of Quinn’s hands, panting and using both hands to control his erection. Though his plump ivory lance refused to go down as it throbbed eagerly.
“Yesss? That is my name haha. Ohhh fuuuck you really love it when I burp don’t you? Don’t worry babe I got plenty more with all these berries!” Quinn laughed as she turned around and grabbed another from the table. Her bubble butt wobbled from how fast her tail was wagging as Misha’s eyes were solid swirls of gold.
Misha started hyperventilating as his cock grew another inch just imagining Quinn burping against him. Then he realized something.
Why was his cock growing? Sure it should have been… erect. But growing? It wasn’t supposed to be growing unless…
A memory flashed in Misha’s head. Of magical rings around his belly shattering before he lost himself to the bliss.
“THE COMPRESSION SPELL!” Misha screamed, though it was only a bit louder than Quinn’s talking. Quinn turned around in an instant, a berry half in her mouth as her ears flicked and her eyebrows rose in confusion.
“Mhm Mmghmhmh Mm?” Quinn asked with a face full of berry.
“My spell! It broke! When- when I- Aiieee this is bad this is bad. Oh Godssss Oh nooooo!” Misha grabbed his head and cried as Quinn rolled her eyes before gulping the berries down.
“So, your amazing dick is gonna be very nice and big for me? Soooo?” Quinn grabbed another berry.
“Oh Irahei, please protect me!” Misha wailed before rushing forward and grabbing his robes. Misha took off his shirt and put his robes on as Quinn spluttered.
“H-Hey? I thought we were gonna do it? Babe? Come on!” Quinn whined.
“N-No! We can’t! I-“ (I can’t lose control again.) Misha’s jaw locked tight as he hurriedly put his robes on. His boner finally shrank as he calmed down, though his balls were still plumped up a few inches. Quinn looked confused and a bit worried, a berry in her hand and a small potbelly of juice forming.
“I-OUURP!- Babe what’s the problem?” Quinn asked between a few small burps as Misha put his heels on and turned around. His cheeks were bright red and his tail wanted to wag, but he controlled himself.
“I’m sorry, okay? M-Maybe later.” Misha said softly before walking toward the door.
Quinn watched Misha leave in silence. Stunned and confused. Her belly swirled with juice and her heart swirled with emotions. Confusion, anger, worry, and a rising fear built more like bile in the back of her throat than a relieving belch.
Anger bubbled up in Quinn as she wanted to yell at Misha to explain what the hell was wrong and why he didn’t want to have sex with her. But that thought was replaced by another one that grew in her mind like a warped seed. As Quinn rubbed her sloshy tummy and let out a few small burps into the silence of the room, that thought echoed in her head more and more as her tail drooped, then her ears. Before a tear started welling up in her left eye. (He said Chickens and you kept pushing, you dumbass.)
The thought repeated over and over in her head as both her eyes filled with tears and her lips roiled with burps that fittingly made the room smell like a downpour was coming. As the tears finally rolled down her cheeks. Quinn swore. “Fuck… Fuck!”
Quinn waited there a few moments before she sensed someone else approaching. Stifling another belch and rubbing her eyes, her tail swished angrily as an Acolyte came carrying a large purple pillow, and upon it was Vyklios. Quinn looked at her God and stomped over.
“Ah- My dear Apostle. I- aiiee!” The little turtle god squeeled as Quinn roughly grabbed him off the pillow and glared at the acolyte before baring her teeth.
“Fuck off!” Quinn snapped as the Acolyte bowed his head immediately and rushed out the door.
“My Apostle. You really must be nicer to our servants.” The Exalted of Flows spoke from out of his shell as Quinn took him and stomped back to the bed. Vyklios could feel her anger and sadness, not that he even needed his connection to his Apostle to see she was upset.
“What happened? What troubles you, Quinn?” Vyklios asked, his soft voice still rumbling with power.
“Just shut up. I’m going back to bed.” Quinn grumbled as she kicked her shoes off and hopped onto Misha’s bed. Clutching Vyklios, Quinn held onto him and shut her eyes.
“Quinn, did you and Icon Misha have a fight? I will always listen to my Apostle. It is my duty as an-“
“I said shut up you shitty pillow!” Quinn snapped as Vyklios hid in his shell for a second, worried she’d throw him out the window. When Quinn didn’t, he pushed his radiant turtle head out and looked at her. Quinn’s silver eyes were almost dull grey as her tail hung limp. Vyklios knew she wanted to say more, so he simply closed his eyes and waited for her to talk. Nearly fifteen seconds later, Quinn spoke up again. “I… I dunno. He… We were gonna have fun and I was teasing him and he had a big boner but then he said Chickens and… so we stopped for a bit. Then I saw him getting horny again and I couldn’t help it and wanted to do it again but… then he said to stop and… he didn’t sound that angry but he just got dressed and left without talking to me! I don’t… I dunno what that means…”
Vyklios listened as Quinn started to cry again and hugged him tighter. While a turtle shell was not the softest of things. Vyklios would happily let his Apostle cry against his shell if she needed it. “Quinn… pray to me.” Vyklios said softly, but firmly. Quinn looked away at first before grinding her teeth for a moment, then finally sighing and shutting her eyes and rolling onto her back.
Quinn hummed her prayer, a song her tribe used to sing together every full moon. As the ancient beat filled her chest, Quinn’s thoughts flowed into Vyklios, and he listened.
I love him so much.
Are we fighting again?
Does he hate me now?
Why can’t I just learn when to shut up and just… stop.
…
I don’t want to be alone again…
Vyklios hummed and rubbed his face against her cheek as the weight in Quinn’s heart lifted. The things Quinn couldn’t say, sometimes even to herself. Her biggest fear of all tugged at her heart.
Vyklios could feel Quinn’s love, pain, and fear. But that did not mean he knew the best words to fix it. He and Quinn often butted heads, and while it made him happy his Apostle felt that close to him, it also left even a God worried about how to deal with her feelings.
Vyklios hummed again and waited for Quinn to finish her prayer and roll over. “Well. Any divine, sagely words of wisdom, oh Turtle God of mine?” Quinn asked with quiet sarcasm Though Vyklios could tell she genuinely meant it.
“You love Misha.” Vyklios stated as if inscribing words into stone. Quinn’s eyebrows curled.
“Duh?”
“And he loves you.” Vyklios said again as Quinn’s tail swished for a second as she waited for him to continue. Vyklios did not. Her expression turned into a soft scowl.
“Is that it? I’m gonna throw you.” Quinn said as she grabbed Vyklios' shell.
“Eeeeeeeee! W-Waiit let me down!” The Exalted squealed as Quinn sighed and let go of him. “If it were anything else, I know that you would charge in head first and go demand answers. But with Icon Misha, you get scared you are going to mess up again. Don’t. You two already swore your love and promised to be honest with each other. So, though I normally tell you not to. Go, my Apostle. And charge him down and get some answers!” Vyklios finished his statement with a proud smile, or at least what looked like a smile on a radiant colorful turtle.
Quinn looked at him before her head twisted at an angle, and then again as she thought about what he said. Finally, she grabbed Vyklios and held him like a ball in one hand against her stomach. “Eeee I hate being sideways! Quinn hold me with both hands!” Vyklios demanded as Quinn grinned.
“Nope. Let’s go find my stupid boyfriend and find out why he ignored his stupid girlfriend.” Quinn said, her voice sounding more confident than before as Vyklios made small angry turtle god noises.
“Quiiiin hold me with respeeeect!” Vyklios cried out as Quinn debated shaking him for good measure or not. With a smile she decided not to as she headed to the door. The next words Vyklios said made her stop in her tracks.
“Do you miss your old Tribe?”
Quinn’s heart ached once again before she shook her head and her smile returned. “Sometimes. But half of me thinks they already got themselves wiped out raiding someplace too strong for them. Or they went into hiding after I left and we’d have to search for weeks to find them. And even if we did find them. That was before you turned me into an Apostle and-“ Quinn took Vyklios with both hands and glared at him. “TOOK AWAY MY DICK AND TURNED ME INTO A CHICK!” Quinn shouted before putting Vyklios to her side angrily.
After another moment, she spoke with a small laugh. “Besides, they’d probably try and eat Misha if I introduced him to them. Then they’d really be wiped out for good hahaha. Things like Gods, Chaos, Apostles, Eternal Bastions, Titans, Quills, even Crysadecks and Videogames were outside what my Tribe knew. All we knew was running from one area to the next, claiming some territory, hunting in it, fighting to see who was the strongest and deserved the most women, then hunting some more. A prayer to the gods once every moon was enough for us.”
Quinn walked out the door as Vyklios nodded to her words. Quinn closed her eyes and sniffed the air. In a second she picked up Misha’s scent as her tail started to wag. “No more sad! Boyfriend hunting time!” Quinn said with a sly grin as she darted off after Misha.
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