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Going Viral at Tomorrowland - Chapter 11
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Going Viral at Tomorrowland - Chapter 11
by Zmeydros
(edited by Tiliquain and Journeymanic)
Athena had played three tracks while I'd been getting off. I wanted to get back for the announcement at the end of the show, so I grabbed a towel and hurriedly cleaned up my mess before pulling my clothes back on, including the compression shorts. They were a bit tight, but I had a strong urge to dance before the end of the show and didn't want things bouncing around too much. And they, in combination with my rave pants, would likely hide things well enough. Especially since I'd be backlit by the screen on the front of the structure holding the DJ equipment.
When I made it back to the stage, Athena beamed a smile at me. We played a couple more songs together, then she took the helm while I went out onto the bit of stage that went out past the DJ booth and started making waves with my arms that traveled through my whole body. My bulge bounced, but I ignored it and just let the music flow through me.
Athena slowly brought in a song perfect for shuffling, the type of dancing my rave pants were made for, and I glided across the stage looking like it was covered in ice. I spun, then slid all the way down to the floor before popping back up.
I reached out toward Athena and she threw the mic to me. Strutting across the stage, I sang along wordlessly making live variations to the melody. It was our final number and I went all out the lyrics we'd come up with together. "We won't slay your dragons."
"We'll make them dance!"
The animatronic dragon leaned over the crowd and breathed fog on them. Whoever was controlling it had perfect timing.
"We won't fi-ight your wars. We won't be-e ignored."
"Four to the damn floor!" I crouched down and then jumped back up and kicked as I said, "We will kick in your door!"
Athena turned my singing into a demonic drop and got everyone banging their heads. I danced like a maniac adding heavy metal growls to the bass line while Athena piped in a badass melody I'd made using a synthesized marimba. It was wild, it was awesome, and it was totally us.
As the music came to an end, I said into the microphone, "We are Katethena, a duo forged in the dazzling fires of Tomorrowland, and you're going to be hearing a lot more of us!"
The crowd cheered and whistled. Athena came up to stand next to me on stage and we blew kisses at the crowd. The shark we'd met was right in front of the stage looking up at us. We sat on the edge, grabbed each of her hands, and shook them. When we were going to get back up, she held up a finger and then showed us the screen of her cellphone saying, "Here's my twitter handle if you want it."
I took it down on my phone and then I said, "Thanks!"
Then we waved at other people in the front and gave some others fist bumps before going back behind the DJ table to pack up our stuff. Without the music or the crowd to distract me, seeing Athena bent over her bag made my blood run hot. I remembered the sensation of her cumming while our dicks were pressed against each other, the sensation of her twerking against my crotch, and the way her hefty balls, fat clit, and the elastic lips of her marehood felt against my face whenever I licked her out.
I groaned as my shaft shoved its way down my left pant leg. Athena spun around, “You oka--Whoa! I-is it bigger?"
"Ngh!" I nodded as I tried to stand back up now that my gear bag was fully packed.
Athena was blushing bright red, measuring the bulge running down my leg with her eyes while getting a bulge of her own. I could smell her getting wet and hard and had to breathe out to avoid whinnying. Then I leaned in and whispered in her ear, "I can't stop thinking about your pussy."
She spoke quietly, "What do you want to do to my marehood?"
I patted my cock and tried to waggle my eyebrows. I'd never gotten good at that.
She whinnied and shivered, rubbing her thighs together.
The crowd nearest us whinnied back thinking we were still playing with them. I imagine they were wondering why our whinnies always sounded so much better than theirs.
Grabbing her gear bag, she said, "We gotta get to the green room. before we cause a scene."
She was more used to walking with a titanic erection than I was, so she had to slow down for me a couple times. Now I fully understood why she always walked so stiff-legged when she was hard, the head of my dick was all the way down by my knee! Every time I bent my knee, the fabric rubbed right over the end. I kept gasping and shuddering, and by the time we got to the green room, there was a wet spot.
The moment I stepped into the green room and we'd closed the tent flap door behind us, Athena undid my pants with lightning precision. Kneeling in front of my naked stallion cock, she grabbed it with both hands and lapped up the pre at the tip. That stimulation caused me to pre again, so she licked that up, that got me to pre again and the cycle continued as she kept lapping at the thick head of my prick, making me moan louder and louder. After a minute of that, she looked up at me and said, "Does it ever stop?"
"No idea."
She grinned and stroked my prick slowly, talking to it. As a dollop of pre fell to the floor, she said, "Well, look at that, I know what your name should be."
"Don't tell me...Sir Presalot?" I raised an eyebrow.
She giggled. "Guessed it in one."
"Sir Cumsalot and Sir Presalot, we make quite a pair," I said, blushing crimson.
She got up and pulled off her pants. Then I made short work of her blouse and bra as she did the same to me. We were nude, facing each other, our dicks at full mast.
"Let's introduce them." She kissed the head of my cock with the head of hers, then she grabbed them and slid hers under mine.
"Haah!" I arched my back as the smooth sensitive skin of our shafts came into contact.
She used my pre to lube up my dick and kept rubbing hers against it so I could feel every rock-hard inch of her length.
"Can't believe you're almost an inch longer than me and girthier...You're bigger than my favorite toy." She bit her lip and then stood facing the mirror. As she bent forward, presenting her slick puffy winking equine snatch to me, she said, "I wanna see your face when you—NGH!—cum inside me."
My dick lurched at her words as I got into position behind her. The scent of her snatch was overpowering and my eyes went half-lidded as an instinctual need to rut took hold of me. Sniffing the air, I grunted as I kissed her snatch with the broad head of my horsecock. Her clit pressed right up against my cum hole while her lips spread over the head. I grabbed at my tits and whinnied at the sensation. Nothing this hot, this inviting had ever touched my prick. I stepped forward needing to feel more, needing to fill her with my stallion flesh.
Her drenched equine labia spread wider and wider and the little sensitive nubs around the edge of my flare compressed against my length as I popped inside. I cried out, "AAAH!" I felt like I'd just stuck my cock in a blast furnace, but the heat didn't burn, it felt like pure joy.
"Unf! Kate, you're so thick!" Athena said, pulling at her nipples.
"And you're so tight!" I gasped.
She laughed. "You wouldn't be saying that if you weren't fucking huge!"
Grabbing her hips, I shoved forward feeling my unflared flare drag against her ribbed, muscular pussy walls. I was panting through clenched teeth. It was so much pleasure that it was an effort to keep shoving into her. My deep need to have every inch of my length buried in her was the only reason I was able to keep going. We both cried out and whinnied as my lightly defined medial ring popped in. Even that didn't stop me and I ended up with my balls pressing against hers staring down at where our bodies met, unable to believe what I'd just done.
"Oh my lord! There's a visible bulge in my stomach." Athena reached down to her abdomen just above her belly button and pressed down.
Feeling her hand through her flesh was magic, impossible, and so hot that I nearly came on the spot. To think that I was that big, I couldn't even fully grasp it. Adrenaline poured into me as my lust became instinct. I pulled back and then shoved inside again slapping our balls together. "YES!" I screamed. I was preing so much in her that my pre was pooling under us.
"MORE!" Athena yelled back and clenched around my shaft showing me her snatch wasn't gonna just take this lying down, that it was going to make me work. She came about thirty seconds later, her pussy clamping down around me, milking me as her nectar dripped to the floor mixing with my pre.
If I hadn't masturbated earlier, I would have cum the moment I started thrusting. It was wonderful to be able to last for her, to be able to draw this out. She'd already cum once, I wanted to feel and hear her do it again!
After she recovered, as I thrust into her again and again, she controlled the pace. My medial ring popped in more and more firmly as it took on proper equine proportions. It made the lewd smacking sounds of our sex louder and gave me a shot of bliss every time it shoved past her plush opening. A lump at her tailbone distracted me and I tried to tell her about it, but I was busy moaning while trying to catch my breath. It grew out inch by inch, getting covered in fur and looking a bit like a horse tail, but not quite.
A tingling on my backside told me the same was happening to me. As our tails got longer we started to move them side to side. Suddenly, she looked back and said, "What the hell?"
"Tail!" I said tugging on it.
Her pussy clenched as her tail got even longer and we both gasped. It wasn't a horse tail with long hair, it was more like a zebra tail. Thick at the base with a taper that went down to a paintbrush of hairs at the end. The fur on it was mottled just like her cock, but had cream instead of pink.
I flicked my tail a few times looking behind me to see I'd gotten the same thing. It felt like someone was tugging on my spine as my tail got longer and longer. A sparkling fizzy pleasure was coming from it as I grew. Teasing and pulling on Athena's tail, as if to encourage it to grow, got her snatch to grab my prick and make both of us groan.
As the distraction from our tails coming in abated, there was nothing stopping us from sailing over the edge. My flare was swelling inside her while her snatch quivered around me. I couldn't stop looking at myself in the mirror, feeling proud of the fact that I was properly fucking another woman. A woman with a giant cock that bounced every time I hilted myself inside her.
I saw the orgasm on both our faces: our mouths hanging open, our eyes going half-lidded, and our heads tilting back. We whinnied and writhed, my prick working hard to squirt its load into her depths. She was so tight and clenching rhythmically in a way that caused our parts to battle each other. I whined as I couldn't quite unload fully in her and just as I was considering pulling out so my prostate didn't explode, her cunt finally behaved and milked me in sync with my cock's contractions.
We whinnied at the top of our lungs as I flooded her passage with my load. There was so much that it started spilling out of her a few seconds later. I made small hard thrusts the whole time, feeling like I was pressed up against a subwoofer and the sound waves coming out of it were concentrated ecstasy. Tomorrow, I wasn't going to step foot in Tomorrowland, I was going to fuck Athena as many times as I could before I got on that plane.
What was I thinking? At that rate, I'd get too caught up in sex and miss my flight. Had I been just one vaginal fuck away from becoming a nymphomaniac? What about making some connections at Tomorrowland tomorrow with other producers that saw or heard about my show? I truly had no self control. If there was a bowl of candy, or pussy, I couldn't help but stick my hand/dick in it. If Athena hadn't cum and made me realize the risk of giving into my lust on stage, I would have been the one with cum in her shoes.
No! Why was I saying these things to myself? I couldn't keep second guessing myself to the point that I strangled every ounce of joy out of my life. I was happy, I was safe, and I'd just had amazing sex with my new girlfriend. I'd performed despite feeling like utter crap, even though I had approval to take the day off. The reason I didn't cum on stage wasn't because Athena presented a warning, it was because I put my libido in its place and focused on my music. I didn't grab those chocolates until over a week into my trip. Years ago, I would have grabbed a handful every single time I passed by them.
This whole time, I'd never felt upset about having a cock because I thought it was ugly, or I thought it didn't belong on a woman, or I didn't like the way it made me feel. No, in fact...
"I fucking love having a cock!" I cheered before pressing my tits up against Athena's back and grabbing her breasts. I thrusted, getting a squeak out of both of us. "And I fucking love fucking women!"
"Took the words right out of my mouth, hon. Glad to hear you feel the same!" Athena swished her tail. "Huh, I'd been starting to wonder why it wasn't just called the 'cock virus.'"
"I've got one too," I said, nuzzling against her back.
"Awesome! They're not quite horse tails, more like donkey tails?" She said, wiggling it against my crotch.
"Or zebra," I said.
"Oh! Cute!" she smiled.
I flicked mine behind me. "Yeah, actually. It's mottled like our pricks."
"Like a palomino?" she tilted her head.
"Yep!" I kissed the back of her neck, feeling my shaft start to shrink back into its sheath. I wished I could stay inside her for hours longer, but my legs were jelly, so I started to pull out.
I made all sorts of gasps and squeaks as I felt my tender, well used, flesh slip out of her. The pool of cum and girl juice on the floor got a lot bigger when the head of my cock popped free.
The first thing she did when I was out of her was spin around and look at her tail in the mirror. She used it to slap her legs and then giggled. "That's neat!" She looked at me. "Are you okay? I imagine you're not all that pleased having another thing to hide."
I shrugged while staring at my massive length. "I don't think I'll be able to hide this. My balls are as big as racquet balls."
She hugged me, "I'm so sorry."
"You know what?" I said, the inner strength from earlier flowing through my veins. I was frustrated with myself, frustrated with the worldview I'd held on to for so long where I had to please everyone to be happy. "I don't perform so people can tell me what to do or how to feel. I perform because I want to create something beautiful, something new, something that never would have existed unless I'd been at that place at that time. If people see my bulge and think I'm irresponsible, fuck them! I never asked for their opinion."
"Whoa, I never thought I'd hear you say that," she said.
"It's just--" I took a deep breath. "This is one of the best things that ever happened to me. If I turn that into shame, I'm just letting everyone bully me the same way I was bullied in school."
She hugged and kissed me. "You go, girl!"
Looking into her eyes, I said, "I don't think I'm in the clear, I have lots of tendencies that feed my depression, but your observation about me being my own bully was life changing. It didn't make sense until like a minute ago, when I started calling myself an out of control slut in my head."
"If you're willing to try it, going to therapy would help you strengthen this change you've started in yourself," she said. "I wouldn't be the person I am without professional help."
"I'm sold, because I love who you are." I nuzzled her cheek.
"And I love who you are and who you're trying to become." She slapped the side of my leg with her still-hard prick. "How about I show you just how much I mean it by stuffing you full of dick?"
I giggled as I bent over and lifted my tail. "How long do we have this green room to ourselves?"
"All the way through the next show, about an hour and a half." She grinned.
"Good," I said as I backed onto her horsecock.
We fucked in the green room, we fucked in my hotel room, we fucked until we were so satisfied that neither of us could get an erection. The next day, we were sore enough that we wanted to do anything other than have more sex, which was exactly according to my plan. Instead of having sex, we went to the highest-rated Belgian waffle place we could find for breakfast and then we made connections at Tomorrowland and laid the foundation for our new project. We were giving our Katethena collaboration wings, and it was only marginally more satisfying than the Nutella, hazelnut, and dark chocolate waffle with a mountain of fairytale-amazing fluffy whip cream I’d had that morning.
During that whole day, my cock wasn't hidden as well as it could have been because I wanted to be double sure I wasn't going to hurt it. From here on out, I was going to treat Sir Presalot like a king. He, and my tail, were cherished new additions that let me experience things I never thought I'd have access to.
Whenever I had a cell connection on my way home, I scheduled the next week of posts on my twitter filling them with fun details about my time with Athena and our new collaboration. I even followed some of the fans of our relationship, including the shark that gave us our best idea ever. For the first time in years, I wasn't nervous about my future. Instead, I couldn't wait to see what would happen next.
While my last flight was taxiing to the runway, I saw a tweet with two images, one of my tail sticking out above the hem of my pants, the other of the sizable bulge in my jeans with the text, "@GingerKrave showing off her new goods."
I replied to it saying, "Try adding an image of my face next time so people know I have one." Then I put my phone in airplane mode and leaned back in my seat as the plane left the ground and headed toward home.
END OF CHAPTER 11
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