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Now knowing she has to act, Julia tries to be a good parent for once, only to leave herself vulnerable to her own worst instincts.\n\nThanks again to the wonderful commissioner, Vanrixie, do look up their content on [url=https://www.furaffinity.net/user/vanrixie]FA[/url] and [url=https://inkbunny.net/Vanrixie]IB[/url].", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Part three of the saga of Julia Salith, where the troubles truly begin. Now knowing she has to act, Julia tries to be a good parent for once, only to leave herself vulnerable to her own worst instincts.

Thanks again to the wonderful commissioner, Vanrixie, do look up their content on FA and IB.", "writing": "Julia's face was a cobalt mess. Not from filth, but the long lines of her tears as she loaded each suitcase into the patiently waiting taxi.\n\nIt was only a day later, as early as she could book a driver for the journey. The moment she'd felt the repugnant impulse coil around the image of her own daughter, she'd realised there was only one thing she could do. That was why she was dressed in her best on an otherwise unimportant day, that was why she had painstakingly packed every treasure her daughters owned into two bulging cases while they were at the park. That was why she had written a letter explaining what she could.\n\nAnd still the snake would not sit idle, she felt it revolt at her actions, squirming against her reason, promising how beautiful, how liberating, and how satisfying it would be to give in, and act on what it wanted, to just, enjoy, sex, forever.\n\n\"They'll be back, any minute now,\" she told the black-eyed shark in the cab, crushing the viper beneath a rallying charge of her willpower. \"You have the address? The phone numbers I gave you?\"\n\n\"Yeah lady, I got 'em all written down here,\" he tapped the thick wad of documentation she'd shoved into his hands, along with the more than generous envelope of cash. \"Look, I get it's not my business, but, you in some sort of trouble? For this much, I could take you all 'cross country, or to a shelter, or-\"\n\n[i]'He could take you somewhere fun. You've never had shark before. Why not-'[/i]\n\n\"Here they are,\" hurriedly, she dried her face, pushing back the urges, preparing to leave her girls with the image of her as she would wish them to remember her by. \"Luci sweetie,\" she waved over the young girl she'd forced to become a woman so early, \"c-come give mummy a hug.\"\n\n\"Mum, what's going on,\" the russet pup asked, wariness growing as the oddity of the situation came together, \"what's the taxi for? Are we going on a trip?\"\n\n\"Hush, come here first, give me Rixxie, I want a good, long, hug from my darlings,\" Julia's voice shook, her hands did too, as she clung to the pair, tears escaping her grasp. She had to do it quick, quick, before they, or she, did something that would make the moment impossible. \"Luci, Luciana. I... I need you to go, and visit your father, just for a bit. He's a... a good man, deep inside, he'll take care of you both.\"\n\n\"Meet my-, what's going on!?\" Julia could hear her child's distress, and her heart broke, but she had to hold firm. She pushed the baby back into her sister's paws.\n\n\"I'll come for you, both of you, when I'm better. I've written a letter, and packed all your things, and left you some money, and... and... I love you both, so much, my beautiful, precious, darling girls.\"\n\nAs she spoke, she pulled them towards the taxi, and bundled them in, ignoring her daughter's questions and protests, the cabby thankfully taking the hint and starting the car.\n\n\"Remember, mummy loves you both!\"\n\nPalms slapped at the window, a desperate face thrust against the glass.\n\n\"Mum, mum, wait! Don't do this, please, mum!\"\n\nThe vehicle pulled out of the drive, and it took every fibre of her soul to stand there, and wave, and hold the monster at bay. Silhouetted against the family house, she did her best to smile, to be the woman her daughters needed, even if it hurt them.\n\nOnly when the car vanished from sight did her defences crumble, and the true weeping began. Neighbours looked outside, wondering if they should intervene, as the woman who had been such a source of aggravation, the one who brought disrepute to their quiet suburb, fell to her knees in the road, and screamed to the heavens.\n\nJulia's heart ripped in half at that second, and the viper, the corruption, was eager to slither in.\n\n***\n\nTobacco stink and the buzz of a dying stereo paired well with the sickly yellow of \"[i]Dave's Dive[/i]\". It was a place you went for one of three things, drinking being one, casual sex was the second. Julia was not a stranger there, her fur near black under the dying halogens. She told herself, she was there for the first reason, and if the second happened, she didn't care, she just needed to forget today.\n\nIf there had been anything reputable about the bar, she'd have been cut off by then. The mare's green eyes were struck through with red, and her head swayed as she struggled to keep her focus. Again, anywhere decent would have intervened, but in a place like [i]Dave's[/i] her state said one thing, an easy lay.\n\n\"Oh shit, ain't you the chick from last night?\" the voice had her spinning about, the world a blurring swirl. \"Yeah it is you, you come back for more or... hey, what's up? You lookin' a little fucked up already.\"\n\nThe '[i]Fuck[/i]' had Julia flinch, the events of the day crashing down on her. Her drunken stupor broke, tears falling, a wail escaping her, the man from the day before suddenly the only familiar thing, as she lunged and clung to his shoulders.\n\n\"They're gone,\" her voice slurred between her hiccups, \"muh, girls, are, gone away.\"\n\n\"Whoa, whoa, calm down,\" the ginger tom, known as Sticks, had more brains than most of his associates. He saw the world in meal tickets, and that devious, predatory view, locked onto Julia with a keen, hungry interest. \"So... you're saying, you're all alone at home?\"\n\nThe mare nodded.\n\n\"You want some company to come, cheer you up some?\"\n\nShe nodded again, and the man's smirk grew.\n\nThe third reason one went to [i]Dave's[/i], was if you were “[i]Family[/i]”, the second-largest gang in the city, and Julia, mind eaten away over the years, had lost all ability to tell just what sort of man she'd invited to her bed.\n\n\"Alright then,\" he helped her from the stool, holding her steady, waving to a fellow ganger, \"let's go and forget your troubles, yeah? Just me, you, and a few friends of mine...\"\n\n***\n\nHer body was a sea of motion, vision swimming as consciousness bobbed and floundered. Pain, and pleasure, both washed through her shaking bulk. Julia didn't remember making the trip home, climbing the stairs, crashing onto the bed. But then she also didn't remember the half-dozen males patting her down for keys, coping a quick feel, stripping her bare, and tossing her on the mattress like a toy.\n\nThe alcohol had faded, something that happened faster since her sickness had grown, but the sensation of drunkenness, of euphoric emptiness, had not. She didn't need the drink to find oblivion, not when the serpent was pleased.\n\nGrunting, laughing, quipping over the state of their playmate, the circle of men were all using some part of her recumbent body. Her hands were each wrapped about a firm prick, their owners dragging her fingers back and forth. Her arse was split, half hanging off the bed, letting a grey donkey force a metre of meat up her unresisting, welcoming, rectum. Her face was held, tilted all the way back, so her muzzle and throat formed a straight tube for some mix-bred mutt to slam his crotch against. Stick's had taken her slit again, claiming dibs given he was the one who found her, her hole as warm and soft as he recalled. And the final one, a short rat with more devious tastes, had had to get creative with where to wet his flesh.\n\nSitting comfortably on the hot cushion of her bloated belly, balls rubbing across where her latest baby slept, he had a firm grip on her rubbery dick, finding it a more than welcome holster for his own, much firmer, shaft. Every time the two at her rear forced her up, the pink spear pressed further down. Every time she fell back, a stream of lubricant escaped to paint her pubis. She leaked, she leaked from every hole they played with, she leaked from her mouth, her arse, her cunt, her cock. Even her teats joined in to dribble her excitement, her submission, her need.\n\nIt was a scene of debauchery, and depravity, and Julia loved it. Years of denial, of restraint, of worry, made the descent less a fall from grace, and more an acceptance. All there was was pleasure. The sex felt good, the pain felt amazing, and the sadness of her life was forgotten, erased, drowned. In its place, a new, simpler, and yet far deeper truth. She was a slut, a fuck-toy, a cum-dump. She was a canvas for her partners, painted in dark stains as they lashed her with semen, before exchanging places, comparing every one of her holes, and commenting on their benefits. And her only responses were soft moans, and the trembling orgasms.\n\n\"Could get used to this,\" Sticks huffed, done for the night, wiping off the last of his load in a fistful of tail hair, \"decent digs, nice territory, a good set of holes to fuck, and the bitch is barely complaining. Think she's enjoying it even. I say we make ourselves at home, what do you guys think?\"\n\nThe chorus of agreements was unanimous, each either eyeing their conquest, or the remnants of her life all about them. One by one, they finished up, sealing their arrangement by depositing the last of their loads across their “[i]Hosts[/i]” face. By the time they were done, her blank eyes were glued shut, and her ears were plugged with seed.\n\n\"That's settled then,\" the senior criminal grabbed Julia by the gungy hair, leaning in with a predatory leer, \"you don't mind, do ya girl, if we make ourselves at home? Promise, me and the boys will keep you company, and give you all the dick you need, to never think again.\"\n\nShe couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't smell, couldn't speak. But something answered, and her head nodded, a faint smile, the only emotion left to her, twisting her lips. And finally, the lights went out, for Julia Salith.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Julia's face was a cobalt mess. Not from filth, but the long lines of her tears as she loaded each suitcase into the patiently waiting taxi.

It was only a day later, as early as she could book a driver for the journey. The moment she'd felt the repugnant impulse coil around the image of her own daughter, she'd realised there was only one thing she could do. That was why she was dressed in her best on an otherwise unimportant day, that was why she had painstakingly packed every treasure her daughters owned into two bulging cases while they were at the park. That was why she had written a letter explaining what she could.

And still the snake would not sit idle, she felt it revolt at her actions, squirming against her reason, promising how beautiful, how liberating, and how satisfying it would be to give in, and act on what it wanted, to just, enjoy, sex, forever.

"They'll be back, any minute now," she told the black-eyed shark in the cab, crushing the viper beneath a rallying charge of her willpower. "You have the address? The phone numbers I gave you?"

"Yeah lady, I got 'em all written down here," he tapped the thick wad of documentation she'd shoved into his hands, along with the more than generous envelope of cash. "Look, I get it's not my business, but, you in some sort of trouble? For this much, I could take you all 'cross country, or to a shelter, or-"

'He could take you somewhere fun. You've never had shark before. Why not-'

"Here they are," hurriedly, she dried her face, pushing back the urges, preparing to leave her girls with the image of her as she would wish them to remember her by. "Luci sweetie," she waved over the young girl she'd forced to become a woman so early, "c-come give mummy a hug."

"Mum, what's going on," the russet pup asked, wariness growing as the oddity of the situation came together, "what's the taxi for? Are we going on a trip?"

"Hush, come here first, give me Rixxie, I want a good, long, hug from my darlings," Julia's voice shook, her hands did too, as she clung to the pair, tears escaping her grasp. She had to do it quick, quick, before they, or she, did something that would make the moment impossible. "Luci, Luciana. I... I need you to go, and visit your father, just for a bit. He's a... a good man, deep inside, he'll take care of you both."

"Meet my-, what's going on!?" Julia could hear her child's distress, and her heart broke, but she had to hold firm. She pushed the baby back into her sister's paws.

"I'll come for you, both of you, when I'm better. I've written a letter, and packed all your things, and left you some money, and... and... I love you both, so much, my beautiful, precious, darling girls."

As she spoke, she pulled them towards the taxi, and bundled them in, ignoring her daughter's questions and protests, the cabby thankfully taking the hint and starting the car.

"Remember, mummy loves you both!"

Palms slapped at the window, a desperate face thrust against the glass.

"Mum, mum, wait! Don't do this, please, mum!"

The vehicle pulled out of the drive, and it took every fibre of her soul to stand there, and wave, and hold the monster at bay. Silhouetted against the family house, she did her best to smile, to be the woman her daughters needed, even if it hurt them.

Only when the car vanished from sight did her defences crumble, and the true weeping began. Neighbours looked outside, wondering if they should intervene, as the woman who had been such a source of aggravation, the one who brought disrepute to their quiet suburb, fell to her knees in the road, and screamed to the heavens.

Julia's heart ripped in half at that second, and the viper, the corruption, was eager to slither in.

***

Tobacco stink and the buzz of a dying stereo paired well with the sickly yellow of "Dave's Dive". It was a place you went for one of three things, drinking being one, casual sex was the second. Julia was not a stranger there, her fur near black under the dying halogens. She told herself, she was there for the first reason, and if the second happened, she didn't care, she just needed to forget today.

If there had been anything reputable about the bar, she'd have been cut off by then. The mare's green eyes were struck through with red, and her head swayed as she struggled to keep her focus. Again, anywhere decent would have intervened, but in a place like Dave's her state said one thing, an easy lay.

"Oh shit, ain't you the chick from last night?" the voice had her spinning about, the world a blurring swirl. "Yeah it is you, you come back for more or... hey, what's up? You lookin' a little fucked up already."

The 'Fuck' had Julia flinch, the events of the day crashing down on her. Her drunken stupor broke, tears falling, a wail escaping her, the man from the day before suddenly the only familiar thing, as she lunged and clung to his shoulders.

"They're gone," her voice slurred between her hiccups, "muh, girls, are, gone away."

"Whoa, whoa, calm down," the ginger tom, known as Sticks, had more brains than most of his associates. He saw the world in meal tickets, and that devious, predatory view, locked onto Julia with a keen, hungry interest. "So... you're saying, you're all alone at home?"

The mare nodded.

"You want some company to come, cheer you up some?"

She nodded again, and the man's smirk grew.

The third reason one went to Dave's, was if you were “Family”, the second-largest gang in the city, and Julia, mind eaten away over the years, had lost all ability to tell just what sort of man she'd invited to her bed.

"Alright then," he helped her from the stool, holding her steady, waving to a fellow ganger, "let's go and forget your troubles, yeah? Just me, you, and a few friends of mine..."

***

Her body was a sea of motion, vision swimming as consciousness bobbed and floundered. Pain, and pleasure, both washed through her shaking bulk. Julia didn't remember making the trip home, climbing the stairs, crashing onto the bed. But then she also didn't remember the half-dozen males patting her down for keys, coping a quick feel, stripping her bare, and tossing her on the mattress like a toy.

The alcohol had faded, something that happened faster since her sickness had grown, but the sensation of drunkenness, of euphoric emptiness, had not. She didn't need the drink to find oblivion, not when the serpent was pleased.

Grunting, laughing, quipping over the state of their playmate, the circle of men were all using some part of her recumbent body. Her hands were each wrapped about a firm prick, their owners dragging her fingers back and forth. Her arse was split, half hanging off the bed, letting a grey donkey force a metre of meat up her unresisting, welcoming, rectum. Her face was held, tilted all the way back, so her muzzle and throat formed a straight tube for some mix-bred mutt to slam his crotch against. Stick's had taken her slit again, claiming dibs given he was the one who found her, her hole as warm and soft as he recalled. And the final one, a short rat with more devious tastes, had had to get creative with where to wet his flesh.

Sitting comfortably on the hot cushion of her bloated belly, balls rubbing across where her latest baby slept, he had a firm grip on her rubbery dick, finding it a more than welcome holster for his own, much firmer, shaft. Every time the two at her rear forced her up, the pink spear pressed further down. Every time she fell back, a stream of lubricant escaped to paint her pubis. She leaked, she leaked from every hole they played with, she leaked from her mouth, her arse, her cunt, her cock. Even her teats joined in to dribble her excitement, her submission, her need.

It was a scene of debauchery, and depravity, and Julia loved it. Years of denial, of restraint, of worry, made the descent less a fall from grace, and more an acceptance. All there was was pleasure. The sex felt good, the pain felt amazing, and the sadness of her life was forgotten, erased, drowned. In its place, a new, simpler, and yet far deeper truth. She was a slut, a fuck-toy, a cum-dump. She was a canvas for her partners, painted in dark stains as they lashed her with semen, before exchanging places, comparing every one of her holes, and commenting on their benefits. And her only responses were soft moans, and the trembling orgasms.

"Could get used to this," Sticks huffed, done for the night, wiping off the last of his load in a fistful of tail hair, "decent digs, nice territory, a good set of holes to fuck, and the bitch is barely complaining. Think she's enjoying it even. I say we make ourselves at home, what do you guys think?"

The chorus of agreements was unanimous, each either eyeing their conquest, or the remnants of her life all about them. One by one, they finished up, sealing their arrangement by depositing the last of their loads across their “Hosts” face. By the time they were done, her blank eyes were glued shut, and her ears were plugged with seed.

"That's settled then," the senior criminal grabbed Julia by the gungy hair, leaning in with a predatory leer, "you don't mind, do ya girl, if we make ourselves at home? Promise, me and the boys will keep you company, and give you all the dick you need, to never think again."

She couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't smell, couldn't speak. But something answered, and her head nodded, a faint smile, the only emotion left to her, twisting her lips. And finally, the lights went out, for Julia Salith.", "pools_count": 2, "title": "Julia: Life of the All-Mother. Pt3 The Whore", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "2", "views": "235" }