My sore hooves clattered across the polished boards, while above me the glowing lumin crystals hung within delicate glass globes. Reds and yellows, orange and soft white cast their fairy gleam over the shop as I stood before the great blackboard. Etched in Fereya’s curling hand were the many blended drinks the troll was so known for. The hiss of steam made my ears tickle as the warm, rich scent of fresh roasted beans swam in my nostrils. I love the smell of coffee. The sweetly bitter tang that fills your nose each morning. Oh, how I relished that first, dark, hot cup in my eager fingers. The bitterness that played across my tongue, sliding down my throat to pool warmly in my belly. At the thought of my belly, I turned my attention to the gravid hump which strained against the confines of the green apron draped over my front. 

“Well, I did like the taste of coffee,” I lamented and placed my clawed hand upon my swollen middle. “That is, until this came along.”

A clinking of ceramic behind me aroused me from my ruminations. My ears pricking up, I twirled about, a steaming carafe clutched in my clawed hand. 

“Oh, was someone calling me?” I asked. 

Framed in brief flashes of the headlights which streamed through the wide, front windows, a white mug was raised. With pot in hand, I waddled my fat ass to the table. The fellow seated at the small, round table clutched the mug with both hands, his saucer eyes gazing up at me as if he were a little boy about to receive a piece of candy. 

“Oh, another?” I purred. 

He nodded dumbly, his poor hands trembling so, that I had to reach out to take the mug lest he risk spilling hot coffee all over himself. With a flick of my head, I tossed back long, dark braids and titled the steaming carafe. A rich, heady aroma drifted between us, a faint slosh gurgling up from the mug as I poured. 

“Do you like it hot?” I asked. My milk heavy tits fell to the tabletop, the hard points of my nipples grazing the polished surface in spite of the apron which dared to hold them back. “I love it hot and steamy. It makes me so happy.” I wiggled my brows a little, making the poor thing gulp as I lifted the pot. “There now, filled all the way to the tippy top.” My ears suddenly pricked up. “Oh, but we can’t forget the sweetener, can we?”

My customer shook his head like a dog and watched as I sat the pot down. Cupping his hands in mine, I brought his mug to my lips, kissing the hot rim gently before releasing him. 

“Better than sugar,” I said. “Now drink up. We’re closing soon.”

He sipped his coffee slowly, his eyes on me as I made my way back to the counter where the object of [i]my[\i] devotion was diligently cleaning an empty cup with a rag. 

“Laying it on a bit thick, dear,” Fereya said. 

I sat the pot down and flopped over the counter. “Ugh, my hooves are killing me. And if I hear another joker ask for breast milk, I’m liable to pour this whole pot in his lap.”

The troll placed the cup down in a wire rack and bent forward, her swollen belly straining against the counter, to press her black lips to my own. My ears drooped as I let her kiss take away my hurts, my sore feet all but forgotten in that sweet moment. 

“Still, I’m glad you could step in. I really needed the help,” she said. “When Cindi called off, I was in dire straits.”

“Well, it was nice to get a change of pace,” I said. “That old book shop of mine was getting a little stuffy.”

A wry grin spread across her lips. “Not to mention, you look good in the uniform.”

My so called uniform was a red skirt that could have been a belt for all that it hid of my wide, round hips. My daffodil yellow panties spilled out from beneath the short hem like a second sun. The ripe swell of my fat rump strained the thin cotton as I leaned over the counter. I was clad in a black tee shirt, much like Fereya, only mine ended just below my heaving breasts to allow my pregnant belly to distend freely. Only the green apron draped over my front concealed my gravid middle. The neckline of my shirt plunged, putting the deep cleft between my jiggling mounds on prominent display as I bent over to pour another cup to some lucky patron. 

“And why do I have to wear this?” I grumbled. 

Fereya giggled, her voice like a brass bell tinkling. The gleam of her nose ring caught my eye as she smiled. “Oh now, I thought you liked the attention?”

I could not repress the grin that played across my lips. “Well, I can’t exactly argue with that.” I thrust a hand to my hip. “I mean, when you got it, you got it.”

“And you, my love, most certainly got it.” Fereya’s fuchsia eyes sparkled suddenly. Her hands came down on top of my own. “Seriously though,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper. “I do appreciate you, Ammah.”

Gazing into those swirling orbs my throat began to tighten. I licked my lips with a bloated tongue, every desire within me to meet those glistening black lips. Her sweet, honey colored fur glistened in the low light. Her breasts heaved gently as she breathed, the perfume of her breath tickling my nostrils as I came closer. Her swollen belly, gravid with the fruits of our love, spread across the counter as she too would lean in. Our lips met in a kiss that stole my breath away. My ears drooped as the world faded around me. Her delicate claws cupping my cheeks, the soft pop of our mouths echoing in my ears as I clasped her biceps, dragging her to me. My cock twitched, straining against my panties as I sought to crush the troll to me. My claws found her apron, slipping beneath the green folds to lay claim to her milky breast. Fereya purred through her nose as she offered herself to me. The knot in the small of her back came away, the apron falling from her swollen belly. My heart pounded in my chest. My claws felt for the waistband of her skirt, dipping low to seek out the quivering, wet treasures that beckoned. 

“Oh, hey it’s ten o’clock.”

Just like that, the mood was spoiled. I snapped from my reverie to stare wide-eyed at the troll. 

“Hey, it’s closing time, fellas,” she called to the last remaining customers. “Go ahead and leave your cash on the tables. I’ll scoop it up later.”

I staggered back, my claws scrabbling to conceal the bulge beneath my skirt. Gnawing my lip, I watched as the last of Fereya’s customers slipped out into the frosty, autumn night. Alone, I stood staring dumbly at the front door, until a pair of warm, soft hands found themselves wrapped around my belly. 

“Glad they’re gone,” Fereya whispered into my ear. “Now, it’s just you and me.” 

Her nimble hands slid under my apron, her fingers digging into the ripe swell of my gravid flesh. My mouth fell open in a moan as she swirled her hands around my belly, her claws seeking my distended navel. I reached back, my hands closing around the back of her neck, leaving my ripe breasts open for her to lay claim. Her hands cupped my heavy teats, her fingers quick to find my wide, dark areolas. A shiver ran down my spine as she slid her fingertips across the bumpy flesh, her fingers flicking at the hard tips of my erect nipples. 

“Oh, Fereya,” I sighed. “I’ve been needing this all day.”

Her lips met my throat, her warm, soft tongue lapping at my chocolate skin. She traveled the curve of my neck, cresting the rise of my chin to meet my wanting mouth. My lips parted, allowing her pink tongue to slide freely between my jaws. Our tongues vied in that holy coliseum, twining endlessly as I probed the roof of her mouth. Her tongue plunged down my throat as I let my jaws fall slack. Glistening saliva trickled down my chin, but I cared little. I broke free of her grasp, turning to now pounce on the troll. Fereya squealed in my arms, our pregnant bellies lashing out in protest as our collective broods thrashed within our bloated wombs. Crushing her to me, I fell upon her honeyed mounds. My muzzle disappeared into her cleavage, forcing her back against the counter as my claws now freely dipped below her skirt. Her male sex throbbed in my hand, hard and ready as I began to stroke. 

“A-Ah, Ammah,” she moaned in my ear. 

I kissed her, feeling her tremble in my hands. I opened my golden eyes in time to see a canister in front of my face. 

“Waaahh!” I squawked as something white and cold touched my nose. 

It was whipped cream. Fereya laughed softly, placing the can down on the counter. 

“Thought you weren’t sweet enough,” she said. She licked the cream from my nose, kissing the little button before leaning back against the counter. 

I snatched up the can, spraying a dollop onto her lips. The sweet chill mingled with the warm, rich tang of her mouth as I devoured her. Fereya’s cock pulsed in my fingers, her body growing hot with desire as she grabbed the can. Flipping the nozzle over, she doused my heaving cleavage until my breasts were overflowing. Down, she plunged, her face disappearing between my jiggling mounds. I grabbed at the can, but my numbed fingers let the nearly empty container tumble to the floor. My head fell back as I groaned in ecstasy. 

“Ugh, that’s perfect,” I sighed. 

Her rough tongue lapped at my chocolate skin, slurping noisily on my pendulous orbs as she licked me clean. Fereya’s hands fell to my waist, her fingers digging hard into my fat rump. 

“Ammah, we’ve never done it in my shop, have we?”

My ears swivelled. “N-No, we haven’t.” 

Her hands ran up my back, making me shiver as I let my fingers travel down the inside of her thigh. 

“Mmm, but perhaps we shouldn’t,” she said. Her hand was around my neck, her other arm wound around my middle. Her lips grazed my ear as she said, “We do serve food here, after all.”

I gave a quick glance at the counter. Seated below the polished top, peaking through the glass window, doughnuts and other pastries watched. The day’s coffee steamed and gurgled in the pots, as if to accuse us. 

“I guess you’re right,” I replied. 

Fereya laughed, her body quivering in my arms. “I suppose my place will have to do, eh?”

“By all means,” said I. “Lead the way.”

The key clicked in the lock as Fereya bounded from the darkened shop. Facing the corner, the black sign of the “Bean Around,” stood above us, watching in silence, while I threw my arm around her slim shoulders. She pressed herself to me, her body nestled in a denim jacket, while my puffy, green coat ruffled softly. 

“It’s a chill night,” I said. “I can’t wait to get to your place.”

“Mmm, I agree,” she said. 

We padded quietly down the shimmering walk, the mithril veins glimmering in the light of the twin moons above. The pale yellow of the streetlights cast their dull gleam upon us, stretching our shadows out before us.

“Say, Ammah,” Fereya said. “It was nice to run a business as a couple, if just for one night.” 

I turned my golden gaze on her, but Fereya did not look back. Instead, she continued to stare at the ground as we walked. 

“Y-You know, books and coffee, well, they do go nicely together.” Her claws were trembling. She clasped her hands together, but could not prevent her fingers from shaking. “I… I… Um, there’s a place available right nearby, next door in fact.” She came to such a sudden stop that I nearly fell over. I whirled to face her. Her fuchsia eyes were bright, crystalline tears glimmering in the corners of her eyes. “Have you thought that maybe you might move your shop? I-I mean, this is such a nicer location and…”

I cupped her hot face in my palms, my mouth meeting her trembling lips. Fereya’s delicate frame melted into me. She grasped at my open coat, clinging for life as I kissed her shaking body. Tears streamed down her tawny cheeks as I pulled back from her swollen mouth. 

“Fereya, I love you” I whispered. 

“A-Ammah,” she sniffled. She fell against my pillowy breasts, her wet face nuzzling into my chest. “Just forget what I said, for now.”

I wrapped my arms around her, drinking in the warmth of her body. “Your place is around the corner. Let’s just think about that right now.”

“You’re right,” she said, wiping a tear away with a finger. “Let us just think about tonight, my love.”

A shadow of looming dread fell over me as we ascended the short steps of the narrow brownstone Fereya called home. Again, the gauntlet was laid before me and I knew that eventually, I had to choose someone. Could the beautiful troll be my one and only? Fereya slipped her jacket off and hung it on a brass hook. Turning to me, her eyes aflame, she took my coat and hung it beside hers. 

“Now, my sweetheart,” she laughed. “It really is just you and me.”

We stood in the foyer of her home. Below my hooves, the floor was covered in a thick, brown carpet. Behind me, the doorway to the living room yawned. The couch sat crouched by the wall, facing the wide television that stared back with an empty, black screen. Over her shoulder, the kitchen beckoned, the moonlight streaming through the open curtains spilled across the slick, white linoleum, highlighting the simple table, crowned by a decorative bowl. All this I took in until a pair of nimble hands found my bare belly. Fereya clasped my bloated middle, her claws swirling ever so tantalizingly around my gravid flesh. 

“Mmm,” I soon found myself purring. My ears fell to my shoulders as my eyes began to close. “I see now why you made me wear this shirt.”

She worked her thumbs into my soft, brown skin, inching her way to my distended navel. “Are you only just now figuring that out?” She giggled, playing her clever fingers around my belly button. “Oh my, but you are now in my clutches.”

“Heavens,” I cried. “I am to be a prisoner of this foul villainess.”

Our laughter rose to the creamy white ceiling as our arms found one another. My lips pressed to hers, drinking in the soft warmth of her mouth as my hands slid down to her pregnant belly. With a deft tug, her shirt came up, her belly laid bare, I took my pleasure in running my fingers through her shaggy fur. Our offspring tumbled against my palm, kicking at my hand as I swirled its mother’s swollen middle. My fingers came around to her back, seeking the ripe curve of her fat buttocks. Fereya breathed a panting sigh, her breath hot on my neck. Her body trembled now with a raw desire as I cupped her cheeks, drawing her close. Her clawed fingers came once more to my belly. Together, we stood silent, neither daring to utter a single word, lest the spell should break. 

I dragged my hands from her rump, sliding down her slender arms to take hold of her wrists. Fereya turned her sparkling gaze on me, her every desire written plain on her face. But, I had no need to peer into those scintillating orbs to know what lay on my lover’s mind. Her belly rubbed against mine to send a ripple of electric delight up my spine. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, kissing her slender neck. 

“Fereya, I--” 

My words were cut short by a playful tug upon my arm. I let go of the troll, my ears swivelling as she took hold of my wrist. 

“Come on,” she whispered, her lips a glimmering ebony. “It’s high time that we took this to the bedroom.”

As she ascended the stairs that rose into a black abyss above us, I could only follow in tow. 

“By all means,” I replied. “Lead the way.”

Fereya flicked a switch and the stairs were bathed in soft white light from three disk shaped crystals set into the wall. My hooves creaking on the stairs, I followed her to the narrow hall on the second floor. To our left, her bedroom awaited. My heart fairly leapt into my throat to see her grand, beautiful bed squatting against the far wall. The mattress was firm, but not hard, the sheets a crisp, light blue. A quilt of padded white was draped over the bed, while a pair of fat, pink pillows formed the crown of this monarch of furniture. Fereya let my hand fall and turned so that I watched the troll glide for the open doorway that led to the adjoining bathroom. 

“I’ll be but a moment, love,” she said. She rested a palm on the doorframe, her fuchsia eyes swirling a luminous violet. “Do make yourself comfortable.”

Her voice oozed with liquid sex, a thick, syrup that poured itself into my ears, filling my brain with a fuzzy warmth. My cock strained against my panties, daring to leap free. Fereya disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Alone, I ripped the tee shirt from my body, casting the garment aside on the floor. Next, came the red skirt to join its brother in a pile. Clad in my bra and panties, I fiddled at the clasp until my heaving breasts fell free. Heavy brown orbs tumbled over my pregnant belly, sagging against the expansive curve of my stomach. The dark areolas engulfed the front of my breasts as if they were the jingling cups of some maiden in one of my fantasy novels. My nipples stood painfully erect, their hard tips like the points of spears. Hooking my thumbs into my underwear, I tugged my yellow panties to my ankles. The cool air of the bedroom gave me a bit of shiver as I scooped my underwear from the floor, twirling it around my finger before I flicked it across the room. 

Naked, my chocolate skin glowed a warm mocha in the light of the one lumin cube that glowed from Fereya’s nightstand. Outside, the moonlight flowed through the crack in the curtains, a band of swirling green and red that poured across the carpet. I took a seat on the edge of the bed and waited. My golden gaze scanned the room, stopping occasionally on the posters Fereya had hung up in black, shiny frames. Mostly old movies, but ones I had watched with her many a time. My long tail wagged behind me, scratching softly on the blanket as I thought back to our last movie night. A zombie film, one of the early ones. The undead ghouls shuffled about under the curse of a voodoo witch doctor, eyes vacant as they sought to strangle the hero. Fereya’s head was on my shoulder, her eyes drooping slightly as she fought to remain awake. I fell to my side, my own head resting on her pillow. Her scent wafted from the pink cotton and polyester, making my heart flutter. I took her pillow into my arms, crushing it to my breast as I inhaled her aroma. My knees drawn up to my belly, I closed my eyes. Could she be the one? How could she not, I realized. Oh, what had I been thinking? The perfect one was here all along.

“Am I interrupting something?”

My eyes snapped wide. With a squawk leapt up into a sitting position, my face blooming brilliant crimson. 

Fereya leaned against the doorway, her eyes sparkling. “Ammah, I knew you were a nerd, but I didn’t peg you for one of those pillow-lover types.”

“Very funny,” I grumbled. 

“Should I let you two be alone? Maybe get you a sexy cover to pull over it?”

I hurled the pillow at the squealing troll. Fereya cackled and batted the pillow out of the air. “So, what do you think?”

She drew my gaze to her gravid form. Her body lay bare, save for a thin, transparent teddy of purple gauze. The material floated from her honey-gold fur like a filmy vapor. Her dark purple nipples peeked through her fur, begging me to pluck them, while her lingerie split open at the belly. Held beneath her breasts by a thin knot, her belly swelled forth from the thin material, a golden pearl of maternal beauty that swelled above her wide, round hips. Her male member stood proud, a throbbing shaft of vein entwined flesh. That she was eager and ready was quite apparent. Her balls, twin orbs churning with fresh seed, dangled between her soft, full thighs. Like ripe, bursting fruit, they glistened wetly with their sweet, tempting promise. 

“Ammah,” she said, bringing me to attention. I looked up into her wide, laughing eyes. “I asked you how I looked?”

How did she look? How do I describe her? That she appeared like a veritable goddess having been birthed from the foaming sea. Her golden fur was radiant as the newly risen sun to make my poor heart shudder with joy. She was an idol, a living work of art such as to make the great masters shatter their tools in frustrated agony that they could only hope to aspire to such sheer feminine beauty. 

But, instead, I only mumbled, “You look pretty.” I have such a way with words.

Fereya pushed herself from the door. Striding on the balls of her clawed feet, she came to stand before me. Her pulsing shaft bobbed in front of my face, her musky odor flooding my nostrils, making my head swim as I found myself grasping for that hard, throbbing rod. Her taut, purple flesh was blazing in my hands, her skin smooth to the touch. With my fingertips, I slid along her shaft, tracing the rigid, serpentine path of her thick, pulsating veins. My fingers swirled under her plump shaft, coming up to gently close around her velvet tip. Like the broad head of an arrow, it glistened with a bead of fresh, sweet dew. Slowly, I slid my hand back down, rising up once more to work my thumb around her gaping urethra. Above me, I could hear her faint pants, her belly heaving as she gasped out in ecstatic pleasure. Her cock jumped in my grasp, swelling against her straining flesh as her desire boiled within her. Fereya grasped my shoulders as if to brace herself.

“A-Ammah,” I heard her moan. 

“My love,” I replied. 

She lowered herself to me, her lips questing for my mouth. Our tongues met, twining around in an endless loop. Trickling saliva shimmered from our chins as we embraced, each seeking the other in a dance as old as time itself. Her claws ran down my arms, seizing my wrists. I pressed my belly into her sagging breasts as she bent my arms back behind me. It was not until I heard a sharp click that my ears pricked up in a sudden alarm. 

“Uh, Fereya,” I stammered. “What are you doing?” 

The grinning troll stood up, her lips split in a wide smile. I tugged at my hands, but finding them pinned behind my back, I craned my neck to see my wrists enclosed in a pair of fuzzy purple cuffs. 

The color drained from my face as I whirled back around to cry, “Fereya! You wouldn’t!”

“Oh, but I would,” came a syrupy purr. 

The troll shoved me roughly to the bed, my hands trapped beneath me. Helpless, I could do nothing but watch as she reached into the small draw on her nightstand. 

“I have just the thing,” she said. 

My golden eyes grew wide as she drew a stiff feather of dappled black and grey. 

“I know how sensitive my lover-boy is,” she whispered. She tapped the pointed, dagger-like tip to her lips. “I wonder how long you can last?”

