I looked up at my Master, but of course I couldn’t read his face because of the mask.
“Sir?” I asked tentatively when he didn’t move for a long moment.
At last, he sighed restively.
“All right,” he said. “Come on.” And we walked up to stand with La’le’la and her new Master and the double-pussy girl and her two Masters as well.
“Very good,” Mister Takalook said, clasping his small green hands together. “Now, for the next round of judging, I want to see how well each Pet can hold still as her Master fills her with his cock. Mind you,” he added, raising a finger in warning. “I will be looking for proper form and complete submission. A good Pet will accept her Master’s shaft deep in her pussy without an instant’s hesitation or protest. If you are ready, please place your new Pet on a platform and prepare to enter her,” he added, speaking to the Masters.
I glanced up at Sir again, wondering if he could go for this. He leaned down to me and I was certain he was going to tell me that this was too much and he was taking me home to Earth. Instead, he murmured,
“All right, little one—I trust you remember all your training?”
“Yes, Master,” I whispered, looking up at him. “Are…are you going to slide all the way inside me this time?”
He nodded.
“I think I’ll be able to. You were very close to being able to take my cock to the hilt the last time we practiced. Do you remember?”
I nodded, feeling a little shiver of pure lust running through me.
“Of course, I’ll have my candalla prepare you first with some lubricant,” Sir added. “Come—let’s get you onto your platform.”
He lifted me onto one of the floating pedestals—the one in the middle—and I couldn’t help feeling exposed as I settled on my hands and knees and spread my thighs wide. As often as Sir and I had practiced this, I had never done it in front of an audience before. But I was still eager to do it—eager to have my Master inside me, even if it was only one last time. If only I could find a way to make him keep me…
And then his long, gray candalla appeared, dancing in front of my face, as though saying hello and asking permission for what he was about to do—which was getting me ready for Sir’s thick cock.
Suddenly, I knew what to do.
“Hey,” I whispered to the long, gray tail. It tilted its metal-tipped end at me in a listening gesture. “Listen to me,” I told it. “When you get me ready, give me the breeding cream! Got it?”
The candalla seemed to waver for a moment uncertainly, it tilted its head, almost as though it was looking at Sir to see if he had heard us.
“Seriously,” I hissed at the candalla. “It’s the only way we’ll get to stay together. If Sir breeds me, I might get pregnant. That way, he can’t send me back home because a woman who might be pregnant can’t fold space—right?”
The candalla considered this for a moment, and then nodded.
“Good! Don’t forget—breeding cream,” I told it softly.
“All right now, you may prepare your Pets to receive your cocks,” Mister Takalook said, interrupting my discussing with Sir’s tail.
The candalla withdrew and then I felt the head of it rubbing against my swollen outer pussy lips. I could tell by the sensation that it had taken its tentacle form and I shivered as it slipped inside me and began to grow.
“All right now, little one,” Sir murmured behind me and I felt his big, warm hands caressing my back and ass soothingly. “Just try to be open and let my candalla prepare you.”
Letting his tail penetrate and fuck me was very familiar, as was feeling it fill me with the slippery lubricant that was the candalla’s version of cum. So I held perfectly still on my hands and knees with my thighs parted wide as I felt it swelling inside me, doubtless getting me ready for Sir’s cock.
“My candalla is going to get larger than he ever has before,” Sir murmured, still stroking my back. “That’s to get you ready to take my cock—my whole cock this time, little one.”
“I…I know,” I panted, trying to hold still as the tentacle-tail began to grow inside me. I moaned softly as I felt it stretching my inner walls, deliberately opening me to prepare the way for my Master.
On the pedestal in front of me I could see the girl with the double pussy lying on her back and spreading her legs wide. Both of her new Korrigon Masters had their candallas buried inside her and she was writhing with obvious pleasure. From behind me, I could hear moans of pleasure as La’le’la was doubtless also being prepared by her own new Master’s candalla.
Sir’s tail swelled inside me, stretching me further than I had ever been stretched before. Though I knew it was necessary, I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out—it was incredibly intense. And then something warm and wet and surprisingly thick was being pumped into my pussy. Gush, after gush of it filled me as the tip of the candalla found the mouth of my womb and spilled the breeding cream inside me.
I could feel its effects on me at once. I no longer just wanted Sir’s cock inside me—I needed it. Also, I could tell that the breeding cream had a lot more of the chemicals that Sir had told me would help him open up for him than any previous lubricant the candalla had given me. I felt certain now that when he finally entered me, I would be able to take all of him with no problem at all.
And then, after a long intense moment, the candalla withdrew. I moaned softly as I felt it leave me, followed by a gush of the cream from my overflowing pussy. Behind me, Sir took in a deep breath as he saw what his tail had done.
“What were you thinking?” I heard him rumble. “I told you no breeding cream!”
Looking down between my legs, I saw what looked like molten gold leaking from my pussy and coating my inner thighs. So that was what the breading cream looked like! I just hoped it would help Sir to change his mind because I was beginning to be in serious need—if he refused to breed me now, I was going to be in trouble.
“Sir?” I moaned softly, turning my head to look over my shoulder at him. “What…what’s happening to me? I feel so empty inside. I…I think I need you in me.”
“Yes, you do,” he said, frowning. “I’m afraid my candalla disobeyed me and filled you with breeding cream instead of regular lubricant.”
I bit my lip.
“Does that mean you’ll have to…have to…”
“Yes, I’m going to have to breed you,” Sir told me sternly. “I know that I promised not to, but I’m afraid your body will be going into Need any time now—the same way some other species go into Heat. So I’m going to have to do my best to get you pregnant. I’m sorry, little one—I didn’t want to do this to you.”
I felt my heart leap—this was what I had been hoping for! But I tried not to let my elation show.
“That’s all right, Sir,” I told him. “I…I don’t mind.”
He frowned sternly.
“You don’t mind me breeding you? Trying my best to plant a baby in your belly, little one?”
“I’m yours, Master,” I said simply. “You can do what you want with me.”
The look on Sir’s face softened and he reached out to stroke my back and shoulders lovingly.
“You’re such a good girl, little one—such a good pet. All right then, if you really don’t mind it, spread your pussy wide for me and let me in.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered. Lowering my head, I lifted my ass in the air and spread my thighs even wider. I could still feel the breeding cream dripping out of me and I knew in a moment Sir would replace it with something much more potent—his seed.
“Good girl,” Sir murmured, sending a shiver of desire and delight through me. “Open up and take my cock—take it all and take it deep.”
As he spoke, I felt the broad head of his cock find the entrance to my pussy and then he was sliding inside me. I bit my lip as I felt him come to the bulge in the middle—the hurdle I hadn’t been able to get over before. But this time, thanks to the golden breeding cream, the bulge slid easily into me, followed by the rest of Sir’s long, thick cock.
And then, he just held it there, not moving, inside me.
At first, I couldn’t understand what was happening. Why wasn’t Sir breeding me? Then I saw that Mister Takalook was strolling around, inspecting all of the different pets with their Master’s cocks buried inside them.
The girl with the double-pussy was on her hands and knees now, with one of her Twin Masters lying under her and one standing behind her—both with their cocks buried to the hilt inside her. Turning my head, I managed to see that La’le’la was similarly impaled, though her new Master had chosen to lie on his back on the pedestal and let her ride him. She seemed quite comfortably seated with his shaft deep in her pussy, though by the faces he was making, I wasn’t sure how long her Master would be able to hold out. Apparently her special svengalla pussy was already milking his cock, eager to get his seed to spurt.
At that moment, I knew exactly how she felt. I could feel my own inner muscles contracting as my body begged Sir to give me his cum. I needed it—needed to feel him spurting inside me! And if I didn’t get it soon, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do.
“All right,” Mister Takalook said, nodding at last. “It is my judgment that all of the pets are taking their new Master’s cocks exceptionally well. Therefore, in order to be able to declare a winner, I must see some breeding. Whichever pet does the best at taking her Master’s shaft as he fucks her deeply and spurts his cum deep inside her pussy will be the winner. You may commence breeding…now!”
As he finished talking, I felt Sir withdraw almost all the way out of me and then slide back inside, thrusting hard so that the head of his cock gave the mouth of my womb a rough kiss.
I knew in order to win the Pet Show I had to hold still and let him fuck me. Proper Pet Behavior included the pet holding the right pose as her Master filled her with his cock. So I tried—I really did—to hold still. And at first, I succeeded.
I stayed on my hands and knees, my thighs spread wide and my bottom tilted up and back, giving Sir excellent access to my open, unprotected pussy as he fucked into me. I could feel my heavy breasts swaying with each deep thrust and every eye in the room was on me as he bred me. I held my head high, taking every inch of his thick, ridged cock deep in my pussy, being a good pet and showing proper form and poise.
But then, everything changed.
You see, what I hadn’t counted on, was the feelings I would have when Sir’s trousers came down a little further, freeing his heavy balls. The balls themselves were studded all over with short, stiff hairs which Sir had told me were called “pleasure spines,” and their whole purpose was to “sting” my exposed pussy and clit when they slapped against me.
And that’s exactly what happened on about his fourth or fifth thrust inside me.
“Oh!” I gasped involuntarily when I felt the sharp, pleasurable stinging sensation of the little pleasure spines spanking my pussy. My legs were spread wide, as was my pussy, exposing my inner folds as well as my throbbing clit. So when the little spines pricked me, they were stinging me on my most vulnerable and sensitive areas.
I felt my clit begin to swell and throb almost at once—it was intensely, almost shockingly pleasurable—much more akin to the feeling of a buzzing vibrator teasing my clit than an actual bee sting. And every time Sir pulled out of me and then thrust back in again, the sensation was repeated and multiplied as his heavy balls spanked my open pussy.
After that started I found I couldn’t hold still anymore. I moaned and arched my back, spreading my thighs even wider and backing to meet Sir’s thrusts.
“Oh!” I gasped. “Oh, Sir…please! Oh, yes—please fuck me! Fuck me harder—breed me deeper!”
The words seemed to pour from my throat—I just couldn’t help it! The increasing pleasure in my clit and the feeling of being fucked so deeply with such a huge cock was driving me out of my mind!
“Be still, little one,” Sir growled, gripping me by the hips to try and stop my bucking.
But I couldn’t be still. The pleasure was too much—too overwhelming! The intense clitoral stimulation while he was thrusting home inside me made it impossible.
“I…I’m sorry, Master!” I panted, trying and failing to keep from moving. “But it…it feels too good! I can’t…I think I’m going to come!”
Sir’s grip on my hips tightened.
“All right, little one,” he growled. “You’re being a very naughty girl, but I’ll let you come on my cock just this once. Come hard so I can feel you milking the seed out of me into your womb.”
“Yes, Sir!” I moaned submissively. “I’ll come hard for you—I promise!”
“Good, now take it deep,” he growled. And then, with one final thrust, he seated his cock as deeply inside me as it would go. I felt the pointed head find the mouth of my womb and slip inside and, as the pleasure spines stung my clit one more time, I felt myself beginning to come.
It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had in my life. I could feel my inner muscles milking Sir’s cock, urging him to fill me with his seed. At the same time, I felt it spurting into me—hard, hot spurts of seed that found their way unerringly inside me, directly to where I was most vulnerable and needy.
Pleasure coursed through me like a succession of electrical bolts, lighting up my whole body and making me throw back my head and cry Sir’s name unashamedly. My nipples were so stiff they hurt and every muscle was tight as the seemingly endless orgasm pulsed through me.
“Sir!” I moaned. “Coming for you! Coming on your cock, just like you told me to! Fill me up! Breed me hard!”
“Gods, little one!” I heard him mutter breathlessly. “Your sweet little pussy is so damn tight. It’s like you’re milking the cum right out of me.”
That was how it felt to me, too, but I never wanted the sensation to end. I gasped and moaned as Sir finished breeding me and filling me with his seed. And until he stopped spurting, the orgasm didn’t end.
At last, he finished and I felt the huge cock slowly withdrawing from my pussy. With a little moan, I felt myself collapse to my side on the pedestal. I knew I hadn’t done a very good job—I hadn’t been able to maintain Proper Pet Posture as my Master fucked and bred me—hadn’t even been able to keep quiet as he thrust in me over and over. But I couldn’t seem to care about any of that—I was so spent I felt like I might never be able to move again.
“Little one?” Sir sounded concerned. He came around to the head of the pedestal as he finished tucking his shaft away and fastening his trousers. “Are you all right?” he asked and I could hear the anxiety in his deep voice.
“Don’t know,” I whispered honestly. “Just so…tired.”
“Of course you are, my darling.” He gathered me into his arms and cuddled me close to his broad chest. “Of course you’re tired after you took my cock so beautifully.”
“But, Sir,” I whispered weakly. “I…I didn’t do a very good job. After your, uh, pleasure spines started stinging me, I couldn’t hold still like I was supposed to.”
“I don’t care about that, little one,” he murmured. “You took my cock all the way to the hilt and you let me breed you like a good girl. As far as I’m concerned, you’re the best pet at this damned show.”
“Oh, Sir…” I whispered, cuddling closer to him. “Thank you. I…I liked being bred by you,” I told him shyly. “I was afraid of the idea when you first bought me from the Commercians but, well, it was the most intense experience of my life.”
“Of mine, too, my darling,” he assured me. “Come on—I’m taking you out of here.”
He turned to go with me in his arms, but then we heard a dry little cough behind us.
“A-hem!”
Sir turned around and we saw Mister Takalook standing there frowning.
“Yes?” Sir asked pointedly.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Mister Takalook demanded, raising one greenish-gold eyebrow at us.
Sir frowned “I bred her like you asked—now I’m taking my Pet home.”
“Wouldn’t you like to take your trophy with you, though?” Mister Takalook asked.
“Trophy?” Sir’s frown deepened in confusion. “What trophy? There’s no way we won.”
“You did not win Best in Show—unfortunately your pet was a bit too, ah, lively for that honor,” Mister Takalook said primly. “However, we do have a special trophy for the most enthusiastic pet and your little one certainly won that.”
He produced a flat disk about the size of the palm of my hand. When he pressed a button on the side, two holograms appeared—a male and a female. The male was behind the female, mounting her, and she was moaning and gasping and writhing under him—clearly enjoying herself to the hilt. (Pun definitely intended.)
“Oh, we won a trophy!” I exclaimed, looking at it with wide eyes.
I felt the rumble of Sir’s laughter deep in his chest.
“Take it, little one,” he told me. “You certainly earned it.”
Mister Takalook put the hologram trophy into my hands and smiled at me.
“Goodbye, my dear. I hope your time with your Master will be long and fruitful.”
“I hope so too,” I said and snuggled more securely against Sir’s chest. I just hoped he had changed his mind now and we could be together forever.