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It probably won't make anyone lose the lunch, but there are a few tear-jerkers in this saga, along with penises going places they do not [i]Ever[/i] belong.\n\nI've never helped capture another person's character backstory before, it was a trepidatious experience.\n\nAll six parts will be released over the next few weeks, and let's just say that this was probably the right month for them to come out in. After that I'll see what I'm in the mood to make, but will be re-opening commission slots.\n\nAs always, if you have enjoyed what you have read, consider giving me a tip on [url=https://ko-fi.com/guiltyworkshop]Ko-Fi[/url], and do please visit Vanrixie's content both on [url=https://inkbunny.net/Vanrixie]here[/url], and on [url=https://www.furaffinity.net/user/vanrixie/]FA[/url]. Icon made and provided by Vanrixie.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "With great thanks to the patient commissioner, Vanrixie, we have a six part epic for you, detailing the fall, and well, further fall, of a mare into ever deeper depravity.

A warning going in this story does go... more extreme than I'd normally make, so do check the tags as we go along. It probably won't make anyone lose the lunch, but there are a few tear-jerkers in this saga, along with penises going places they do not Ever belong.

I've never helped capture another person's character backstory before, it was a trepidatious experience.

All six parts will be released over the next few weeks, and let's just say that this was probably the right month for them to come out in. After that I'll see what I'm in the mood to make, but will be re-opening commission slots.

As always, if you have enjoyed what you have read, consider giving me a tip on Ko-Fi, and do please visit Vanrixie's content both on here, and on FA. Icon made and provided by Vanrixie.", "writing": "Scorching heat beat down on the many bodies that toiled in the dirt. The work was backbreaking, and barely rewarding, needing to be done with shovels and trowels instead of the excavators they'd started with.\n\nSweating in her trench, royal blue coat caked in muck, Julia Salith gasped, and grinned. The mare had been diligently working away at trench twelve, closest to the cave entrance, the long-lost tribe having left many traces in the middens outside their subterranean home. Carefully with a brush, she dusted off what at first looked to be bone, carvings still visible on the smooth exterior despite the centuries entombed in the earth. Miraculously, as the split halves of what seemed to be a thick bangle emerged, they contrived to be of well-worked ivory, spared the curse of time save for the jagged cracks that had snapped them perfectly in two.\n\nShe couldn't help giving a cackle of glee.\n\n[i]'Finally, pay off!'[/i]\n\nMonths back, she'd burned almost every favour she had with the archaeology community to chase her hunch. Old journals from her grandmother, odd familial traits that were not common in her country of origin, and a few scraps of solid evidence for her ancestry had all led her to this site. And while they had found signs of habitation, this was the first, true, cultural, artefact.\n\nProfessionalism forgotten, she worked both halves free, and lifted them in a filth-encrusted hand. Perhaps because of the relentless sun attempting to mummify her team, the large polished ring, fit for a child’s arm, felt warm on her skin. It stoked a flutter in her modest chest, as she held what could be the first, tangible link to her ancestors. Running a thumb over a glossy edge, the mare found herself growing ever more heated and flustered, despite having already stripped down to just a bra and shorts. She licked dry lips, jade eyes fogging as it became hard to concentrate, clearly it was time to move to the shade.\n\nTreasure still clutched in one hand, Julia clambered out of her hole, and staggered into the welcome coolness of the open cave just before her. The still air inside was comparatively crisp, and her hoofsteps made faint echoes as she stumbled a little deeper without thinking.\n\n\"Gods, sweating like an ox,\" she mumbled to herself, raising an arm to wipe perspiration from her fringe. In desperation, she grabbed her belt as well, unbuckling and dropping her shorts, noting her flaring pride straining a boxer leg with a dizzy utterance of \"damn, down girl.\"\n\nThe distracting throb of her meaty \"[i]Extras[/i]\" made her stumble, a hand shooting out to arrest her fall, the one with her find held tight. For a heart-stopping second her eyes went wide with fear. Before her clenched fingers punched clean through the thin clay barrier, and into open space, sending Julia sprawling in an avalanche of powdered stone into a room the world hadn't seen for nearly two thousand years.\n\nCoughing, spluttering, caked in dust, the blue mare groaned and wiped her eyes, just to end her cursing in a gasp, at a sight that had her masculine half throbbing, and her feminine parts quaking. The world swinging into focus again, all she could see, was the humble altar of piled stone, and what sat upon it.\n\nThe ivory figurine stood two hands tall, and looked as freshly carved as if it had been made yesterday. Every line was clean, the cream colour lustrous, the details not worn by age. Its smooth, rolling curves, so intricately carved, that Julia could have believed it breathed. Round, plump, unmistakably erotic, the voluptuous figure of a mare in the throes of climax, belly fecund with life, breasts tipped with beading milk, face a silent cry of endless, immortal, orgasm. The very sight of it, the sense of history ripe in the air, the feeling of accomplishment, had the self-styled explorer burst, in a release a lifetime in the making.\n\nMoaning, groaning, feeling her pent-up mare-cock finally snap the flimsy band of her underwear, Julia erupted in a spray of seed. A hedonistic rush taking her, as fatigue, heat-stroke, and a deep-seated desire for this very moment, eclipsed all else. Thick ropes of virility shot from beneath her body, splattering the foot of the altar, mounting its steps in a rolling cascade. As she clambered back to her knees, her hooves, it just sent the tide higher, till in a shameful shudder she painted that priceless, timeless idol, in a fountain of pearly white, which melded perfectly with the ivory.\n\nPerhaps it was the feverish rush of the moment, the climax of her life's work. Or maybe the dehydration and desperation of digging in the arid wasteland, but she didn't stop orgasming, even as her fumbling fingers dropped the shattered bangle, and grasped the hot, throbbing, smooth figure of the pregnant mare. The room didn't ring with the clatter of falling ivory, the floor was already saturated in her offering to the fertile goddess she clasped, only the ‘[i]Splurts[/i]’, and ‘[i]Splatters[/i]’, echoed.\n\nBreath catching in her throat, emerald eyes wide, Julia wrapped one hand around the statue, and the other around her still pulsing prick. By the time the dig team found her there was a flowing tide of slick coating the ground, tainting every artefact, as their expedition leader lay supine, with both her cock, and cunt, dribbling across the floor.\n\n***\n\n\"... So it is with these findings, I feel confident in saying, that the tribes of the northern plains practised not only a sophisticated form of fertility worship, but were an advanced, Mesolithic civilisation, with a flourishing cultural identity.\"\n\nJulia finished her presentation, knees knocking as she did. Her heart was racing, standing before her peers, her backers, eyes roaming every one of the mostly male assemblage, as her mind kept drifting to the exhibition of idols surrounding her. The cave had been replete with relics, enough to make every sacrifice worth it, to stake her name to history. But all she could think about, ever since she had found the walled-off chamber, was the constant ache, the burn, between her thighs. It had never subsided, even after coming to, drenched in her own fluids. It drove her to spend her mornings and evenings pumping away as if she were a teenager again. Either it was some twisted cousin of sleeping sickness, or perhaps a hormonal heat, but either way, it was all Julia could do to address her audience, and not beg them to toss her over the podium, spread her thighs, and make her into another exhibit to join the rest.\n\nAs polite applause sounded, Julia hurried to get herself a cool refreshment, brow coated in sweat, and not from nerves. Her nostrils constantly flared, drinking in the colognes, aftershaves, and so many other triggers of potential partners, each one of them an offer of relief from her twisting urges.\n\n\"Well... Congratulations, I guess.\"\n\nGroaning internally, punch glass empty save for ice, the steely blue woman's gaze rotated to meet the suited chest, then rose to the amber eyes, of the one man she really, truly, did not want to talk to right at that moment.\n\n\"T-thank you, Dakota,\" she tried to inject a scoff as she addressed her long-time rival, but all that came out was a stuttering gush, as she looked up at the tall, handsome, maned wolf, with his broad shoulders, and russet fur, and... '[i]Gods no[/i],' she screamed at herself, '[i]get a grip girl, anyone but him, don't think about how big he is, or how hot he looks, or how his snarl makes you shiver, or...[/i]'\n\n\"It really is quite the remarkable find. I don't think I've ever seen so many fertility statues in one place, your ancestors definitely were a needy people,\" he sneered, and it should have had her tail flick in anger, but instead it made it rise for different reasons.\n\n\"They're not the only ones!\"\n\nShe blinked, he did too, the words had come from her, but she couldn't believe them. Not as her lashes flashed, and her heart stopped, nor as his stunned muzzle twisted into a lecherous smirk.\n\nLess than a minute later, her face smashed against the wall of a supply cupboard, the tight space packed full with the pair of them. His sharp claws were already stripping her underwear, releasing the multiple sanitary pads she'd stuffed inside to keep from drooling down her own thighs.\n\n\"Damn, Julia, look at you!\" the tall canine chuckled, his powerful nose filling with the overwhelming scent of hungry mare-cunt. \"Flowing like the Tigris, did seeing how slutty your ancestors were get you all worked up?\"\n\nShuddering, unable to help but rub her rump against Dakota's crotch, Julia struggled to reach back and release the one thing that could save her from her feverish needs. \"Please, I really, really need it, Kota. Don't make me beg, just do whatever you want,\" her whinny of desperation came as her fingers finally had his briefs down, and a hot, wet, slobbery, dog dick, slipped across her palm as the lined it up. \"J-just today, I know you've... always wanted to, fuck me, now's your chance. Ever since, the dig, I've been burning up, I j-just, need, t-to-\"\n\n\"To get put in your place,\" the tight space rang with the heavy smack of hips on a muscular rump, the penetration so swift that Julia didn't have a chance to moan or cry out, her throat clenching as a generous canine cock slammed through her drenched cleft, \"Always knew you were a little whore inside. Pretending to be a stallion with that swinging club of yours, when you just wanted, to get fucked, all along.\"\n\nJulia wanted to protest, to tell her former classmate the many ways he was wrong, but all that came out was a nickering sigh of relief. She truly was burning up, but somehow that scorching spear of meat made her feel so much better, stretching out her neglected nethers, spreading watery pre-ejaculate all over her walls. Whatever her mystery ailment was, this was the medicine she needed.\n\n\"D-don't be, a prick,\" she moaned, backing up into him to get that last length inside, \"I'm, not a whore. I just, I just need...\"\n\n\"Need a dick inside you, making you squirt, like the bitch you are,\" he huffed in her ear, and she shivered at his breath, \"You're lucky it's me, and not some old fossil out there. Alright, Juli, I'll bury the past, if you let me bury my bone all the way to the end.\"\n\nWhining, trying not to think about how her rival's voice, his tone, made her feel, Julia just nodded, and led his paws under her shirt, desperate for the extra touch of claws about her nipples. \"Fine, I don't care, just, don't stop.\" She moaned, her own generous balls quivering every time she felt his smack against them, her prick staying oddly numb, just dully throbbing as her womanhood stole all the pleasure for itself.\n\nThe tall man hunched across her, toying with her aching breasts, lust heavy in his breath. \"You're not, such a bad catch, you know? If you weren't so stuck up, I might have asked you out back then, given you this, every night.\"\n\n\"Th-thought we, were putting the past, behind us,\" Julia groaned back, her body shaking with every pounding thrust, the tight confines meaning her own spurting cock kept rubbing between her belly and the wall, a constant stream of seed dribbling from the tip. She couldn't believe her own words, but even though it was her rival, even though he was a jerk, she couldn't help wanting what he promised. \"Please, just make me, make me cum, please!\"\n\nShe could practically hear the smirk in his growling and panting, \"Whatever my little. Mare. Wants.\"\n\nDakota's grip tightened, his knot clapping hard at her swollen labia, as he forcibly dragged her down, daring the weeping entrance to weaken just a little more, and let that firm orb force its way home. Julia whinnied, her voice cracking as she finally came, her pussy surrendering to the pulsing girth, and her own meat sprayed a fresh jet of cream.\n\nIt was like a switch had flipped, her body shuddering, her legs buckling, her mind going blank. Nothing could compare to that moment in all her life, as the thick bulge knotted her, and a blissful wash of white soothed the pain she'd barely been aware of all that time.\n\nThe tie lasted long enough for them to catch their breaths, a noticeable puddle about their feet, before they exchanged a surprised, but pleasant kiss.\n\n\"That was, pretty enjoyable,\" he said with very little of the old spite, \"call me sometime, if you want to see where this goes.\"\n\n\"I won't,\" Julia gave a lopsided grin, eyes hazy with relief, \"but I might see about a collaboration, in the future.\"", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Scorching heat beat down on the many bodies that toiled in the dirt. The work was backbreaking, and barely rewarding, needing to be done with shovels and trowels instead of the excavators they'd started with.

Sweating in her trench, royal blue coat caked in muck, Julia Salith gasped, and grinned. The mare had been diligently working away at trench twelve, closest to the cave entrance, the long-lost tribe having left many traces in the middens outside their subterranean home. Carefully with a brush, she dusted off what at first looked to be bone, carvings still visible on the smooth exterior despite the centuries entombed in the earth. Miraculously, as the split halves of what seemed to be a thick bangle emerged, they contrived to be of well-worked ivory, spared the curse of time save for the jagged cracks that had snapped them perfectly in two.

She couldn't help giving a cackle of glee.

'Finally, pay off!'

Months back, she'd burned almost every favour she had with the archaeology community to chase her hunch. Old journals from her grandmother, odd familial traits that were not common in her country of origin, and a few scraps of solid evidence for her ancestry had all led her to this site. And while they had found signs of habitation, this was the first, true, cultural, artefact.

Professionalism forgotten, she worked both halves free, and lifted them in a filth-encrusted hand. Perhaps because of the relentless sun attempting to mummify her team, the large polished ring, fit for a child’s arm, felt warm on her skin. It stoked a flutter in her modest chest, as she held what could be the first, tangible link to her ancestors. Running a thumb over a glossy edge, the mare found herself growing ever more heated and flustered, despite having already stripped down to just a bra and shorts. She licked dry lips, jade eyes fogging as it became hard to concentrate, clearly it was time to move to the shade.

Treasure still clutched in one hand, Julia clambered out of her hole, and staggered into the welcome coolness of the open cave just before her. The still air inside was comparatively crisp, and her hoofsteps made faint echoes as she stumbled a little deeper without thinking.

"Gods, sweating like an ox," she mumbled to herself, raising an arm to wipe perspiration from her fringe. In desperation, she grabbed her belt as well, unbuckling and dropping her shorts, noting her flaring pride straining a boxer leg with a dizzy utterance of "damn, down girl."

The distracting throb of her meaty "Extras" made her stumble, a hand shooting out to arrest her fall, the one with her find held tight. For a heart-stopping second her eyes went wide with fear. Before her clenched fingers punched clean through the thin clay barrier, and into open space, sending Julia sprawling in an avalanche of powdered stone into a room the world hadn't seen for nearly two thousand years.

Coughing, spluttering, caked in dust, the blue mare groaned and wiped her eyes, just to end her cursing in a gasp, at a sight that had her masculine half throbbing, and her feminine parts quaking. The world swinging into focus again, all she could see, was the humble altar of piled stone, and what sat upon it.

The ivory figurine stood two hands tall, and looked as freshly carved as if it had been made yesterday. Every line was clean, the cream colour lustrous, the details not worn by age. Its smooth, rolling curves, so intricately carved, that Julia could have believed it breathed. Round, plump, unmistakably erotic, the voluptuous figure of a mare in the throes of climax, belly fecund with life, breasts tipped with beading milk, face a silent cry of endless, immortal, orgasm. The very sight of it, the sense of history ripe in the air, the feeling of accomplishment, had the self-styled explorer burst, in a release a lifetime in the making.

Moaning, groaning, feeling her pent-up mare-cock finally snap the flimsy band of her underwear, Julia erupted in a spray of seed. A hedonistic rush taking her, as fatigue, heat-stroke, and a deep-seated desire for this very moment, eclipsed all else. Thick ropes of virility shot from beneath her body, splattering the foot of the altar, mounting its steps in a rolling cascade. As she clambered back to her knees, her hooves, it just sent the tide higher, till in a shameful shudder she painted that priceless, timeless idol, in a fountain of pearly white, which melded perfectly with the ivory.

Perhaps it was the feverish rush of the moment, the climax of her life's work. Or maybe the dehydration and desperation of digging in the arid wasteland, but she didn't stop orgasming, even as her fumbling fingers dropped the shattered bangle, and grasped the hot, throbbing, smooth figure of the pregnant mare. The room didn't ring with the clatter of falling ivory, the floor was already saturated in her offering to the fertile goddess she clasped, only the ‘Splurts’, and ‘Splatters’, echoed.

Breath catching in her throat, emerald eyes wide, Julia wrapped one hand around the statue, and the other around her still pulsing prick. By the time the dig team found her there was a flowing tide of slick coating the ground, tainting every artefact, as their expedition leader lay supine, with both her cock, and cunt, dribbling across the floor.

***

"... So it is with these findings, I feel confident in saying, that the tribes of the northern plains practised not only a sophisticated form of fertility worship, but were an advanced, Mesolithic civilisation, with a flourishing cultural identity."

Julia finished her presentation, knees knocking as she did. Her heart was racing, standing before her peers, her backers, eyes roaming every one of the mostly male assemblage, as her mind kept drifting to the exhibition of idols surrounding her. The cave had been replete with relics, enough to make every sacrifice worth it, to stake her name to history. But all she could think about, ever since she had found the walled-off chamber, was the constant ache, the burn, between her thighs. It had never subsided, even after coming to, drenched in her own fluids. It drove her to spend her mornings and evenings pumping away as if she were a teenager again. Either it was some twisted cousin of sleeping sickness, or perhaps a hormonal heat, but either way, it was all Julia could do to address her audience, and not beg them to toss her over the podium, spread her thighs, and make her into another exhibit to join the rest.

As polite applause sounded, Julia hurried to get herself a cool refreshment, brow coated in sweat, and not from nerves. Her nostrils constantly flared, drinking in the colognes, aftershaves, and so many other triggers of potential partners, each one of them an offer of relief from her twisting urges.

"Well... Congratulations, I guess."

Groaning internally, punch glass empty save for ice, the steely blue woman's gaze rotated to meet the suited chest, then rose to the amber eyes, of the one man she really, truly, did not want to talk to right at that moment.

"T-thank you, Dakota," she tried to inject a scoff as she addressed her long-time rival, but all that came out was a stuttering gush, as she looked up at the tall, handsome, maned wolf, with his broad shoulders, and russet fur, and... 'Gods no,' she screamed at herself, 'get a grip girl, anyone but him, don't think about how big he is, or how hot he looks, or how his snarl makes you shiver, or...'

"It really is quite the remarkable find. I don't think I've ever seen so many fertility statues in one place, your ancestors definitely were a needy people," he sneered, and it should have had her tail flick in anger, but instead it made it rise for different reasons.

"They're not the only ones!"

She blinked, he did too, the words had come from her, but she couldn't believe them. Not as her lashes flashed, and her heart stopped, nor as his stunned muzzle twisted into a lecherous smirk.

Less than a minute later, her face smashed against the wall of a supply cupboard, the tight space packed full with the pair of them. His sharp claws were already stripping her underwear, releasing the multiple sanitary pads she'd stuffed inside to keep from drooling down her own thighs.

"Damn, Julia, look at you!" the tall canine chuckled, his powerful nose filling with the overwhelming scent of hungry mare-cunt. "Flowing like the Tigris, did seeing how slutty your ancestors were get you all worked up?"

Shuddering, unable to help but rub her rump against Dakota's crotch, Julia struggled to reach back and release the one thing that could save her from her feverish needs. "Please, I really, really need it, Kota. Don't make me beg, just do whatever you want," her whinny of desperation came as her fingers finally had his briefs down, and a hot, wet, slobbery, dog dick, slipped across her palm as the lined it up. "J-just today, I know you've... always wanted to, fuck me, now's your chance. Ever since, the dig, I've been burning up, I j-just, need, t-to-"

"To get put in your place," the tight space rang with the heavy smack of hips on a muscular rump, the penetration so swift that Julia didn't have a chance to moan or cry out, her throat clenching as a generous canine cock slammed through her drenched cleft, "Always knew you were a little whore inside. Pretending to be a stallion with that swinging club of yours, when you just wanted, to get fucked, all along."

Julia wanted to protest, to tell her former classmate the many ways he was wrong, but all that came out was a nickering sigh of relief. She truly was burning up, but somehow that scorching spear of meat made her feel so much better, stretching out her neglected nethers, spreading watery pre-ejaculate all over her walls. Whatever her mystery ailment was, this was the medicine she needed.

"D-don't be, a prick," she moaned, backing up into him to get that last length inside, "I'm, not a whore. I just, I just need..."

"Need a dick inside you, making you squirt, like the bitch you are," he huffed in her ear, and she shivered at his breath, "You're lucky it's me, and not some old fossil out there. Alright, Juli, I'll bury the past, if you let me bury my bone all the way to the end."

Whining, trying not to think about how her rival's voice, his tone, made her feel, Julia just nodded, and led his paws under her shirt, desperate for the extra touch of claws about her nipples. "Fine, I don't care, just, don't stop." She moaned, her own generous balls quivering every time she felt his smack against them, her prick staying oddly numb, just dully throbbing as her womanhood stole all the pleasure for itself.

The tall man hunched across her, toying with her aching breasts, lust heavy in his breath. "You're not, such a bad catch, you know? If you weren't so stuck up, I might have asked you out back then, given you this, every night."

"Th-thought we, were putting the past, behind us," Julia groaned back, her body shaking with every pounding thrust, the tight confines meaning her own spurting cock kept rubbing between her belly and the wall, a constant stream of seed dribbling from the tip. She couldn't believe her own words, but even though it was her rival, even though he was a jerk, she couldn't help wanting what he promised. "Please, just make me, make me cum, please!"

She could practically hear the smirk in his growling and panting, "Whatever my little. Mare. Wants."

Dakota's grip tightened, his knot clapping hard at her swollen labia, as he forcibly dragged her down, daring the weeping entrance to weaken just a little more, and let that firm orb force its way home. Julia whinnied, her voice cracking as she finally came, her pussy surrendering to the pulsing girth, and her own meat sprayed a fresh jet of cream.

It was like a switch had flipped, her body shuddering, her legs buckling, her mind going blank. Nothing could compare to that moment in all her life, as the thick bulge knotted her, and a blissful wash of white soothed the pain she'd barely been aware of all that time.

The tie lasted long enough for them to catch their breaths, a noticeable puddle about their feet, before they exchanged a surprised, but pleasant kiss.

"That was, pretty enjoyable," he said with very little of the old spite, "call me sometime, if you want to see where this goes."

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