2 comments/ 18277 views/ 0 favorites Polly Lolly Sprifts a Braunchus By: a_bent_ampersand Author's Note: The following story hopes to participate in Literotica.com's "Nude Day Contest." It requires your reader votes to participate! All votes are greatly appreciated! ab& * The sun peeked out from behind the moon and gazed over the wondrous land of Feebalon. The faces on the wizard clocks told the flowers it was nourishment time. The flowers waited not a second to look up at the sky for the sun's savory rays! There, nestled behind the bicycle bushes, was a bumbian babe's little wooden house. A welcome mat in front of her door read: Polly Olly. Polly Olly opened the shutters on her window and stretched her little arms so high that she could have touched a big blue tree branch! Her yawn was so super that it slammed her big blue eyes shut. The morning breeze blew over her naked, fuzzy chest and she raised her ears. The breeze felt cool on her fleecy, full, and round halops. Her deep and pink nauldings grew to hard points and Polly Olly gave a teensy shudder. She felt the happy in her yingly down below because the breeze made her feel so good! When her nauldings got hard like they were, the fleshy and fuzzy globes of her nocs always grew a little too! Her light brown tail came up and nudged the blonde fringe away from her eyes. The tail exposed her tiny, pointy horns. She eyed her tail with curiosity and then she poked it toward her mouth. She opened wide to her long tail and she licked the end of it before closing her lips around it. Polly Olly's wet mouth suckled. Her high voice gave over to aggressive moans and groans as the end of it touched to the back of her throat. With very little effort, she slipped her tail further down. Her thinly neck bulged some as she worked the end of her tail like she would a man-thing's hard grumpus! She let out a whimper of joy to its touch because she liked things in her mouth so much! At the top of her legs was the special place that always felt so good whenever it got a rubbing. Since she was sucking on her tail so hard, Polly Olly thought it best to please her dripping yingly with her hands. Her eyes fluttered to half-opened slits when she touched it down there. She held her yingly open and dipped a long finger past its saucy folds. She let herself linger with two of her openings filled! Polly Olly groaned when her knuckle brushed the erect clister that sat at the top of her pink passage. It felt even bigger than its pea-size when it got so pleased! Happy with the touch, her clister signaled the tips of her nauldings and her halops ballooned just a little bit more. Just then, a pegamolp landed on the windowsill right in front of her and she opened her eyes to see it. The little creature was long with little tiny wings that could barely support its own weight. Its limp form seemed without any bones. Its eyes were flat. Pegamolps always looked like their eyes were painted on them with a paintbrush. The long, flat surface of the pegamolp reminded Polly Olly of a grumpus. Her favorite thing about its shape was the fleshy helmet that housed its walnut-sized brain! It sat there on its wheel-sack and seemed disinterested in her and the forest outside. Polly Olly edged herself closer to the pegamolp. She didn't want to scare it. She wanted to keep it! The palm of her hand came up in a slow and calculated motion. Polly Olly focused on the varmint with her tail still inside her mouth. She tightened her gaze and appraised the little beastie's means of escape. With a spectacular snatch, the creature was hers! Polly Olly slipped her tail out of her mouth and smiled down at the catch. The pegamolp was trapped in her clutched hand. It squirmed and almost wormed its way free! As it struggled in her hand, it's flat mouth made tiny, muffled noises of protest. Since Polly Olly was a bumbia, she knew what to do with the prize before her eyes! With relish written over her pretty eyes and even prettier mouth, she pushed its face against her drenched and sopping swarly. She parted her folds with its head and forced it further up. Her wet and favorite area expanded to accommodate the little guy and the more he fought, the stiffer he got! It made a little noise and she could feel its little wheel-sack rolling in her palm. Her yingly was already super wet from when she rubbed it earlier, so the black colored little kicker was getting sloppy with her nectar. She drew him back out some, only to slide him in again. Despite his protests, he was just as hard as any big blue tree branch Polly Olly could think of. Each time its body jerked or struggled, Polly Olly's lips sucked in air. As strong as the little pegamolp was, Polly Olly was just a little bit stronger! She held him high and tight with her yingly's mighty muscles. "Oh my goodness!" she sighed in a tiny, excited voice. The pegamolp's wheel-sack was exposed at the very tippy-top of her frizzy, light brown thighs. With her long legs unsteady, she walked to her kitchen. Everybody in Feebalon had a wizard clock because the sun and the moon had stopped moving in the sky a long time ago! She looked at its face and the big hand pointed at "market" so she got her empty shopping basket and placed it on her arm. It was difficult, but also so very fun to walk with a pegamolp sunk up her sopping wet swarly. She could feel its stiffness and she had to part her thighs when it got just a little bit every time it got harder inside of her. She tied her scarf around her head and teased out her blonde fringe. "Now I'm presentable for market!" Polly Olly proclaimed and pushed herself out past her front door. What Polly Olly didn't know was that the evil sorceress Ancha was watching her! The human-looking woman stared down at Polly Olly from behind her red tresses. Through the mists of her black magic, Ancha tasted her fully ruby lips and smiled her scariest smile. There, in the crystal ball, was the perfect nude form of Polly Olly, the most perfect bumbia in all of Feebalon! "I don't know what's wrong with the sun!" Her Meathead assistant cried. "It hasn't moved from its position behind the moon for too many days! I must use the crystal ball to have a look!" "No!" Ancha glowered at the Meathead. "Polly Olly is on her way to market." "Why do you observe that creature's affairs!?" "Because, Meathead," Ancha bored her brown eyes into ball. "She pleases me. And besides, I have a feeling this trip won't be uneventful!" With her words, Ancha opened her robes and exposed her beautiful naked form to the dark light of the crystal. Her halops rose and fell with her ferocious breath. She reached down to comb her fingers through the course hairs above her own wet yingly. It was always the same beautiful day in Feebalon! Pegamolps flew high above the blue trees and the bicycles on the bushes were coming along, even if they weren't ripe yet! Polly Olly yawned her cute little lips and sashayed toward the road. "Going to the market, Polly Olly!?" Reudimer the wolf man called from the road. "Uh! Huh! I am!" Polly Olly waved to him in the distance. She walked up to the road to meet the wolf man. Perfect, Ancha thought. She won't be able to resist phering a beast as magnificent as that one! "I've been watching you," he grumbled once she could see his yellow eyes. He was gigantic and hairy. His ripped black muscles gleamed in the morning light. She was shocked to see that he was on the road without any pants right there in the sunlight. But then Polly Olly remembered that she was naked too! He stood there in the road, pumping his goodly grumpus. It was thick, dark, and it dripped drops of delectable wolf-baby-making mucus! It was covered in a web of textures that pleased Polly Olly's eyes. She licked her lips like she might for a full table from the market. Her grumpus-drunken gaze did little to hide her lust. Her swelling halops did even less! Ancha groaned at the sight of Polly Olly's nocs filling with uneness. Such creatures could never hide their body's wanton needs. The bumbians were built for sprifting. Every fiber of their females was built to excite the man creatures of all races --and some of the woman creatures too! It was said they secreted an irresistible pheromone, but Ancha didn't believe that part of their legend was true. The Meathead scientist would probably want to run tests to confirm something about that. She hated the Meathead scientist and his pencils, papers, and blackboards. Even right then, he was scribbling in the corner of the throne room. "Polly Olly, sprift my hard grumpus. Let it yank yourhot little yingly!" He bellowed as he spanked the silky skin of his hard yangus. She could see the hunger in his eyes and his gaze enchanted her nauldings. Just like always, when she started to get really happy deep down in the swarly, her twin halops filled out even more. She could feel them filling with bumbian goo from her pre-emptive passion! "But I'm phering a pegamolp right now!" Polly Olly sighed. In her castle, Ancha that wished she had a pegamolp pushing up her own provoked yingly. To feel something inside her as she watched the scene in the street would have been so sweet for her swarly! She considered the Meathead. Perhaps if she could tear him away from his sky research, she could have some fun with him. A glance in the Meathead's direction revealed his thin head was buried in a book. He always read with one eye very close to the page. Reudimer slapped a big hand on Polly Olly's naked borces. He barely missed her tail and she gave a little shout. She felt his fingers mold her massive left borcette. He then swung her in his powerful arms so the two of them faced the same way. He raised her tail up. She reached a hand backward and found his generous grumpus with her dainty, finely haired hand. "You shouldn't be phering pegamolps, Polly Olly," Reudimer grunted, still groping her gorgeous, naked borcette. "They just get to be more trouble than they're worth!" "I know," she said in a small sad voice with her back against his man chest. "I was just so excited I because I caught one that I had to sprift it all deep up in me!" Reudimer's yangus was much thicker in her tiny hand by then. She could feel it thick and wicked in her fuzzy palm. The wolf man was breathing heavy while Polly Olly moved her hand to and fro. Reudimer did her same motion at the base of her tail. He removed his grumpus from her hand and he got on his knees behind her. His heavy fingers teased the exposed wheel-sack of Polly Olly's motionless pegamolp. And then, she could feel the wolf man sniffing her tiny couchelle. Polly Olly's ears perked with passion. That was the place that berries came out again after she ate them! "I have to get to the market!" Polly Olly protested, but she knew it was of no use. Reudimer's fingernails pulled both of her full and very plump borcettes apart. Polly Olly's exposed little brown spot winked at him. He wanted to sprift her where he whiffed her. He adored her stinky- winky. His long tongue dropped from his mouth and he ran it from the low hanging wheel-sack and then up to her spread borcettes. Ancha collapsed in her throne and parted the lips of her own yingly. She rolled her head to one side and peered through the black mist. She wanted to taste Polly Olly's borces! Her tongue came out of her mouth and she licked her lips beneath her nose. To taste it, she thought. To taste it! An ancient magic seeped up from Ancha's throat in response to her desire. She gasped its white smoke from her lips. A little surprised that the magic was as mesmerized as she was, she released even more from her lips. The mist rolled from her lips to her nose. Ancha blew more and more of it from her challenging chest! Once there was enough around her, she pursed her lips and blew the smoke toward the crystal ball. Her plume wrapped itself around the ball as if to pher its crystal. She then pressed the smoke through it. Ancha watched the smoke drift onto the wolf man and seep into his skin. Polly Olly didn't see Ancha's smoke and neither did Reudimer. Her bumbiac body gave a grateful shake when the wolf man's tongue sampled the taste of her couchelle. She pushed back to meet him. Her hands went to her ankles and she tried to direct his tongue to all of her itchy, deep insides. The motion of his tongue made her halops grow as heavy as they could get. They were now the size of coconuts --and filled with just as much milky goodness! Reudimer grunted as he pushed his tongue deeper inside of her. His sounds spoke volumes of how pleased he was with her sweat and the flakes of her last meal. She felt steam roll from his nose as her scent excited him more and more. There was no way for Polly Olly to know that the steam was actually Ancha's evil magic! Ancha sucked in the taste she could from Reudimer's tongue. Her spell delivered the taste of Polly Olly's precious couchelle to her mouth and lips. Ancha rolled her tongue in the air and sucked down flavors of broken berry, forgotten breads, and the flartefun film that lined Polly Olly's dark couchelle! She writhed on her throne and ran her soft fingers over her tingly yingly. More and more smoke poured from her lips as she drew Polly Olly's flavors from the air. Her heavy smoke fell over her naked chest and smoothed her hard, aching nauldings. She could feel the nauldings of her nocs growing more and more sensitive with each spicy sigh! Polly Olly moaned and dragged her couchelle against the wolf man's tongue --unaware that her flartefun flavor was servicing someone else's needs as well! She only knew that she wanted the tongue reach even deeper. Dormant, distant places in her deepest cavern were now awake and begging for him to spread the love. She knew a wolf man's tongue could sometimes be longer and more wondrous than the creature's stout grumpus! His chin nudged the wheel-sack of Polly Olly's pegamolp! She could feel the little creature's engorged shape moving some inside of her. She could feel its tiny mouth drinking the flood of her swarly's hot juices. She knew if it came out too early, it would die from lack of her nourishment. Polly Olly could also tell that it was expanding because she was so excited. She thought it might be able to come out sooner than she thought! "I must have her!" Ancha called out and opened her eyes. Her smoke had fallen across her voluptuous form. The smoldering magic tickled her thighs and brushed against her own bushy grumpsack. "Meathead!" She groaned at the scientist. More smoke fell from her lips as she spoke. Stream upon stream of her sickening steam punctuated her words: "Come to me. Come to me!" "Can I use the crystal ball now!?" He chirped in his silly, muffled voice. "Meat. I want meat," she crooked her finger at him to lure him closer to the throne. The Meathead stood tall with his long skinny neck as wide as his head. He lurched toward her as if he were blind. He couldn't resist her words. There was so much magic in the room now, that she could force anything to happen. "I want meat," she continued in a haughty voice. Her lips exhaled the smoke of her intoxication and lazy forms of shapes phering appeared. "I want meat from you. I want to be meat. I want to pher Polly Olly!" The Meathead went down on his knees between her spread legs. Here, the smoke was all around him. And here, she had total command of him. Her hands went to his bald neck to coax him closer to her. She massaged the shape of the Meathead's featureless face and head. Her eyes narrowed at the crystal ball. More and more of her smoke pushed into the darkness and into the scene on the road. Ancha's smoke became feelings in Reudimer's grumpus. The smoke nestled and settled. The mind of the sorceress became the mind of the grumpus, the heart of the wolf man's yangus. Obey me, Ancha thought through the grumpus. Do as I wish! Following the fever of his grumpus, Reudimer stood up in an instant and he jerked Polly Olly to face him. Ancha's smoke was more like hot steam that left his nose and fell over Polly Olly's pretty face. Held in his harsh hands, she could feel the granite-like grumpus smack her thigh! "I feel her face!" Ancha sighed with her eyes closed, wrapped in her magic. The Meathead was coming closer and closer to her yingly. She looked forward to the follow-through. The Meathead's tiny lips squirmed to kiss her fingers. Take her! Ancha pushed Reudimer from his grumpus. Polly Olly was tossed to the ground. Now, flat on her back, the bumbian babe panted up at him as her thighs touched together. Yes! Yes! The grumpus urged the wolf man. Reudimer jumped high and landed in a squat that straddled Polly Olly's chest. He rubbed his insistent grumpus over her swollen nocs. His hand guided the heavy shaft and she felt its lickerish lure nudge her aching nauldings. Every gesture he performed was to please the grumpus, but he didn't question its needs. He didn't suspect that it was Ancha's respects he was meeting! The bumbian babe knew he wanted to sprift her hefty halops. Polly Olly bit down on her lower lip and pushed them together with her long fingers. The grumpus felt full on the mounds of her merry skin. Poor Reudimer was so excited that Polly Olly could feel the head of the grumpus was slippery with sleece! Her impassioned high voice barked up at him. "Sprift my hot halops! Ripe for a phering!" Reudimer snorted his approval. She could just make out his crazed yellow eyes through the thick pillars of lustful steam that tore from his nose. With an angry snarl, the wolf man did as she urged and pounded his thickness into the fleshy orbs she held tightly together. Polly Olly could feel the wolf man's tight borces brushing her belly with each sweaty slam forward. He grunted words at her, but the words weren't his own. As the words fell, Reudimer assumed that he had become clever or somehow so much more impassioned that he felt the need to speak. His ignorance made the sorceress giggle as she squeezed the Meathead's fat neck. "I want to remove the Pegamolp!" The wolf man growled Ancha's words as he pherred her fuzzy fun flaps. "I want my grumpus inside you. I want your swarly to suckle my grumpus until I explode my burning sleece down where you like it most! I want to stretch and please and yank your open yingly like you've never been before!" "You can't remove him! He's not ready yet!" She breathed up at him. Reudimer and Ancha couldn't hide their frustration and the wolf man howled at the sun and the moon. The sound of his anguish echoed from the blue trees and frightened flying pegamolps. As his voice carried, Reudimer kept thrusting his rude grumpus into the valley of Polly Olly's halops. Ancha wondered if the cry might not bring a braunchus! Such creatures were drawn to sounds of frustration between sexes. They were the unwelcome visitors, the home wreckers! Reudimer, but not Reudimer, shot his gaze down to her and his hands flew to hers. He ripped her hands away from her halops and they flopped away from each other. He hissed and grabbed at the two mounds with all his might and Ancha's lust. Polly Olly grunted below him as he tugged and pulled on her sensitive nocs. They were engorged with her milky uneness. She could feel that they were filled to bursting! For a second, she thought Reudimer felt it too, because he fell forward to bite the underside of her right halop. His teeth had the feel that she was his last meal! He released the flesh and put his teeth right on her impatient naulding. Polly Lolly Sprifts a Braunchus "Oh!" Polly Olly moaned as her uneness was pulled from her naulding. The hard, rubber surface of her noc's erection sprayed the inside of the wolf man's mouth. She hissed at the air and slammed her eyes shut. "Take my uneness!" She panted. "Drink from me!" As her hypersensitive naulding surged shot after shot of uneness into the wolf man's hungry mouth, Polly Olly could feel the mass of the pegamolp all grown and filling her yingly. It was her lust that nourished the creature inside of her --it was her excitement it depended on! Ancha made sucking motions to the air before her. There in the smoldering smoke, she could feel the drips of Polly Olly's uneness. She savored the sweet, warm yumminess of bumbian moo juice. She could feel it on her chin and neck. The evil woman rubbed the imaginary sauce over her own full halops to coax their nauldings to full erection. She pinched her thighs around the Meathead and brought his face closer to her yingly. The Meathead's breath breezed her open swarly then and she touched his lips to the threshold of her fervent folds. In the crystal ball, Polly Olly's hands went to the wolf man's thick black mane. She held him against her as he continued what she wanted. She could hear his aggressive swallows as he bathed his tongue in more and more of her sweet flavors. Reudimer rose from her chest and snarled Ancha's steam down at her. "If I cannot take your yingly," Ancha said through Reudimer's tongue. "Then I will have your borces, Polly Olly!" Ancha pulled the Meathead's face into her dribbling yingly. The more she pulled on him, the smaller his shape became. The more of the Meathead that entered her, the more like a grumpus he was. He was her walking, talking grumpus. He was filled with the math and wonder that she ignored in favor of dark arts. The Meathead put his hands on Ancha's nocs and his fingers pulled on them like she wanted him to. Her nauldings stabbed into his smooth hands while her yingly pulled more and more of the Meathead's ever-changing shape deeper into her widening, sloppy swarly. Polly Olly hissed and cooed up at Reudimer as he clenched her left naulding in his fingers. He pulled and shook the tip until it splashed uneness into his other hand. Polly Olly gasped with each squirt of her warm uneness. Reudimer forced Polly Olly onto her side and slapped fresh uneness all over her borces. His huge fingers forced the latescence all over and between her humaholls. He soused her tiny, hidden couchelle. Polly Olly groaned with each whip of the wolf man's mighty hand. He repeated his motions, grabbed more uneness and spattered more of the white color all over her light brown borces. Though she couldn't see what he was doing, she knew he was stroking uneness up and down his grumpus. He was making the hardness slick for a hard phering and she couldn't wait for it! Polly Olly hissed when Reudimer touched the great tip of his yippie-yangus to her lacquered couchelle. She could feel the wrinkles that pinched out bread and leaves pinch his grumpus now --over and over again! The skimpy flesh below yielded to Reudimer's intrusion and Polly Olly quaked as he filled her. Ancha groaned a satisfied vowel as she felt the nuances of the wolf man's grumpus as if it were her own. In a long moment of bliss, she knew what it was to penetrate and to be penetrated. This delight meant she'd achieved the licalightnes! In this divine state, she spoke wild words and Reudimer, her puppet now, translated them to the bumbian he was sprifting. "Perfect! Perfect, round, tail-wagging borces!" He howled the words from the licalightnes. He brought a hand down and slapped Polly Olly's right borcette. He gripped and squeezed her like she was property! Polly Olly groaned her response to his words. Her big blue eyeballs were bouncing in time with their sprifting. Her swollen nocs also rocked in time with the wolf man and Ancha's urgent need! "Pher my couchelle, you monko-sprifter!" Polly Olly spoke guttural words of whimsy. The profanity made her bashful and she blushed. She'd never sprifted a monko in her whole life! She was dirty but not depraved. She wondered for a heartbeat if Reudimer ever had! She felt the base of his yangus against the borcettes of her borces. The wheel-sac that plugged her yingly touched Reudimer's similar sack. Both sacks nudged her cascading clister and that made her murmur a smiling sound! Reudimer's giant hands grabbed Polly Olly's short hair and he yanked her to be against him. She used one hand to prop herself up from the ground and spittle spat from her teeth. His black hands slapped against her stacked nocs and he kneaded them there in the sunlight. She could feel him snarling in her neck and she growled for effect! With each pull back, Reudimer and Ancha could see that the grumpus was slick with uneness and tarnished with Polly Olly's flartefun. It was obvious that the wolf man had also released some batter-colored sleece! The dark center of the borces conformed to their passionate, couchal needs. There was urgency to his pace that was different from the other times they'd sprifted. She didn't mind the change and, deep down, she thought it was something she'd love getting used to! The grumpus rammed Polly Olly's complying couchelle again and Reudimer's strong fingertips nurtured her nauldings. His fingers got wet with more uneness as the lady leaked again. Polly Olly moaned and blew kisses at the sunlight in the sky. Her tail came close to her raised chin and she urged to her hungry lips. If she could have the tail then all of her openings would be filled. Times like these were Polly Olly's favorites. Just then, the sound of something heavy being dragged across the road got Polly Olly's attention. Her tail tensed away from her as she stared at a new creature coming toward them. The braunchus walked up the road with a lazy swagger. Its four tall legs carried its powerful back, belly, and head. The head, of course, carried its mighty nose. The most famous feature on any braunchus was its long, grumpus shaped nose. Wider, longer, and heavier than any other grumpus in all of Feebalon, a braunchus actually dragged it along the ground! Polly Olly puffed from her lips in time with Reudimer's fervent phering. Her couchelle was stretched as much as it ever had been! The proud silver fur of the braunchus gleamed in the sunlight, but Polly Olly didn't notice his color especially. She just noticed (and licked her lips at the sight of) his enormous grumpus. Legend held that for a female to pher a male braunchus was to forever change her. It was said the female braunchus had the same effect on males with their yummy smelling yinglies! "Yes! Yes!" Ancha bellowed with Reudimer's voice. "Take him! Take him!" Polly Olly raised her hands from the road. Reudimer's hardy hands held her from the ground by her heavenly halops! His grip kneaded her nocs with the lusty longing of two beings. The bumbian's tail whipped about to lure the braunchus toward her waiting hands and wide-open mouth. It dragged its flaccid nose to the Polly Olly and the wolf man. Ancha's moans were the same as the wolf man's as she pherred the fat face of the Meathead. She could feel his smooth, featureless skin drag and pull her widening insides. The sorceress fixed the wolf man's eyes on the great grumpus shape of the braunchus' nose. She watched Polly Olly raise her hands up to touch its long, demanding shape. If anyone in Feebalon could arouse a braunchus it would have to be a bumbia! Polly Olly's muscles strained a little as she lifted the nose from the ground. The super wide end of it was scraped and freckled in rocks and dirt. Its long, pliable shape took effort to maneuver, but the bumbia brought the filthy tip to her tiny mouth. Her lips couldn't wrap around it was so big! She stabbed her tongue into the dirt and the mud that housed its heavy helmet. Her teeth pulled pebbles from the fleshy, calloused skin. The pieces of grime that were buried in the skin tasted better to her, they tasted like sleece! The odor and the taste of the braunchus' nose made her nauldings tender against Reudimer's clenched knuckles. She felt her yingly puff out around the pegamolp. Her tiny hands massaged the massive fist-sized crown as she sniffed and tongued it clean. Polly Olly's knowing hands forced more and more of the grumpus to fill out. Soon, she knew the nose would be completely lifted from its face. She wrapped her tail around its shaft and encouraged it to grow even more. A thunderous grumble came from the braunchus' throat. It was pleased and its nose was beginning to turn red. Polly Olly's tongue found its pudgy sleece shooting hole and she stabbed the slit like she might stab a yingly! Polly Olly shook at the potent taste of sleece. Her eyes closed as her mouth and nose prompted more of the dripping paste. Now, when she's most distracted! Ancha thought. Reudimer pulled his grumpus from Polly Olly's couchelle and reached for her plump pegamolp. He and Ancha found its tiny wheel-sack and tugged the creature free from the bumbia's yingly. It was much larger now. Its black color was now a light brown. Lots and lots of grown beastie length had to be removed from the pool of Polly Olly's swarly! "We have your yingly! Your yingly!" Ancha and Reudimer sang down at her. The sorceress was quick to grab their swinging grumpus. She rubbed the swollen head at Polly's Olly's swilling yingly! Polly Olly's eyes shot open and she screamed, "No! No!" "Flip her over," Ancha commanded and the wolf man's lusty grip flipped Polly Olly onto her back and pinned her there beneath the sky. Smoke fell from Reudimer's mouth and rolled over Polly Olly's chest. His eyes didn't seem like Reudimer's at all when Polly Olly felt the tip of his grumpus push into her yingly. Polly Olly gasped as the grumpus gouged her happiest spot. She could feel wolf hair grate her fuzzy thighs. Reudimer howled over Polly Olly, he groaned the glory of feeling her drenched yingly. Polly Olly looked to the side while Reudimer slobbered and snarled above her. Her big eyes sought the pegamolp. Its light brown form was still growing just a stone throw away! While inside of her, pegamolp had grown fuzzy brown fur and the fur was saturated in Polly Olly's oils. The Meathead was now thrusting himself in and out of her with more hunger and force. He was drooling sleece from his wrinkled lips and all around her squeezing yingly. That's when he joined his mistress and her wolf man puppet in the licalightnes! Greedy and lust filled, Ancha was no longer satisfied with experiencing Reudimer pher her favorite minx. She now demanded the Meathead fill the wolf man's grumpus. This was how she could feel the sprifting from Polly Olly's point of view! Polly Olly panted and writhed against Reudimer. She was sad that Reudimer might have damaged the pegamolp. "Mistress! Mistress!" Reudimer slurred and those words confused Polly Olly. She didn't know it was the Meathead's voice coming from the wolf man. She also couldn't tell that Ancha was ordering the Meathead into the grumpus thrusting her grumpsack. "Down! Down to the grumpus, meat!" Reudimer cried out. In the throne room, the Meathead now sprift Ancha's open yingly just as Reudimer sprifted Polly Olly's! The sorceress moaned as she received the incredible lust that was aimed at the bumbian babe! Polly Olly wrapped her legs around Reudimer's bouncing borces and squeezed his hairy back muscles. "It's okay, Reudimer," she breathed and pointed to the roadside. "I think the pegamolp's okay! It looks perfect over there!" Reudimer and Ancha looked and there sat a full-grown bumbia --Polly Olly's child! The youngster sat there hugging her long naked legs and dripping is her mother's juice. Polly Olly was sad that the new bumbia had grown wings like a pegamolp. Bumbians weren't supposed to have wings. They were supposed to be wingless! She hoped beyond hope that her baby wasn't ugly! The newborn was just as tall as Polly Olly and she crooked her head to watch Reudimer pher her mother. Even in their youth, the bumbian instincts to sprift and to be pherred were dominant traits. The new addition sniffed the air. The sweet scent of sultry sleece and severe sprifting made her bright and sunny in the yingly. As she watched Polly Olly and the wolf man, she stroked her virgin grumpsack and pulled on her brand-new nauldings. "Polly Lolly!" Polly Olly cried out and pointed at the newborn. "Uh-huh! Uh-huh!" Polly Lolly agreed with her name as she stared the couple sprifting on the road. Polly Lolly's halops swelled and she lifted one heavy orb to suckle her own untried uneness. Her clumsy fingers squeezed as she sucked. She was feeding herself just as Polly Olly had when she was first born! This pleased Polly Olly! She hoped that meant that wings weren't a worry! The braunchus approached Polly Lolly with its outstretched nose. It made sniffing sounds and dripped sleece on her ample chest. Polly Lolly fed herself uneness from her halop with one hand and used the other to stroke the braunchus with fondness. With his eyes closed, the Meathead could feel sleece filling up his neck and face. Times like these made him feel as though his brains might fly from his head! Ancha felt the power and the intoxication of true feminine bliss building within her. Her approaching climax was building just like Polly Olly's! Polly Olly panted while the phering grumpus parted and plugged her sopping passage over and over again. Her nails went to the wolf man's neck and she could sense that his sleece would succumb to her swarly so very, very soon! Polly Olly looked at Polly Lolly like only a mother could. The fully blossomed lamb was probing the point of the braunchus' grumpus with bashful fingers. The whippersnapper gained more understanding with each appreciative pet. "Go ahead, Polly Lolly," Polly Olly goaded while the wolf man gauged her. "Pher that grumpus!" "Yes! Yes! Splay your yingly to the Braunchus, Polly Lolly! Then we'll have our turn!" Reudimer laughed with Ancha's wicked thoughts. Ancha kept a secret from Reudimer and the Meathead. She knew she'd never sprift a creature with wings! That would be ridiculous! Polly Olly found it strange that Reudimer referred to himself as more than one person. Was it her yingly that inspired such confusion? She certainly didn't mean it to! Polly Lolly wandered to a large, nearby rock and squatted over it. Her youthful yingly was already soaked and seeking sleece. She moved her hips against the rock and cooed as her scent released! The braunchus joined her by the rock and nudged her yawning yingly with the summit of its swollen spire. Polly Lolly's large wings rose and fell with a shudders as the Braunchus bumped itself further inside. Ancha could feel the coming spray of sleece in the Meathead. As Reudimer, she also felt the masculine thrill of impending sleece building in the veins of a grumpus! Smoke flew from the wolf man's lips as Ancha pherred Polly Olly with the Meathead. "Your offspring looks ridiculous with those wings," Reudimer snorted. "I doubt I'll sprift such an ugly thing after the braunchus!" Reudimer's words hurt Polly Olly's feelings. She looked up at the arrogance spread across his animal lips and narrowed her eyes. She had no way of knowing that the words were from a sorceress. She knew only that it was his fault that Polly Lolly had wings at all! "I told you she wasn't ready to come out yet!" Polly Olly hissed. At that moment, Polly Olly's yingly slammed itself shut on Reudimer's grumpus. Its powerful teeth chomped the yangus free from the wolf man's groin. Reudimer screamed in pain and fell away from Polly Olly's legs. The pain was so great in Reudimer's head, that Ancha's spell was smashed to bits. She found herself back in her throne room with the Meathead buried up to his shoulders inside of her sprawley. She was still laughing about the winged bumbian babe when she realized that the Meathead was not moving between her legs. "Meat?" She asked of her thighs and shook him. There was no response. Polly Olly stood up glowered down at Reudimer. The wolf man's hands were wrapped around the wound he bled from. He whimpered like a dog man. Polly Olly had never felt disgusted before in her whole life! The feeling was new and she didn't like it very much! She reached into her yingly and removed Reudimer's grumpus. It smacked the ground with a newly-grown wheel-sack attached. Tiny wings fluttered on the long and black former grumpus. It had grown tiny painted eyes. A new pegamolp. Polly Lolly laid over a rock with her yingly open to the braunchus. It sniffed and her acrid odor before slipping its hard red nose into the nubile bumbia for more phering. Polly Lolly groaned as her yingly stretched super wide to accommodate something as impressive as a braunchus' grumpus. The Meathead sat up on the road and looked up at Polly Olly. He realized his new grumpus shape all at once. Somehow, his mistress had trapped him in a newborn pegamolp! "No! No!" The Meathead cried out at Polly Olly. "Help me! Help me!" Polly Olly listened to the frustrated sounds of the pegamolp her yingly had turned out. She always wondered what pegamolps said when they got so angry --she couldn't remember anytime she'd been so loud as a pegamolp herself! The Meathead bounced on his crazy wheel-sack and tried to flutter his wings. He watched Polly Olly pick up her basket and scarf. His mistress had told him that Polly Olly was on her way to the market! But she couldn't leave him there, could she!? Polly Olly gazed at her offspring as it sprifted the braunchus. Her angry feelings left her lungs in a long breath. Her next breath swelled her chest with pride. She would be an excellent bumbia --even though she had wings! She watched Polly Lolly take more nose up her yingly than she herself ever could! She could see its thickness thrust in and out of Polly Lolly. She smiled at the wet slurps the new yingly was leaving as it begged for its first share of sleece! Polly Olly tied her scarf around her head and walked up the road with a spring in her step! The Meathead saw the wolf man had completely bled out and died. He bounced himself over to Polly Lolly. "Look at me! Look at me!" the Meathead squeaked in pegamolp gibberish. "I need help! I need help!" Polly Lolly could not hear his cries over her own cries of glee. Her sprawley was privy to the delicious sensation of being stretched by a braunchus. Her hips rocked harder and harder as more and more carnal knowledge and understanding filled her pretty head! The braunchus itself didn't move nor thrust back at the bumbian babe. A braunchus never had to! The Meathead watched Polly Lolly sprift a braunchus. The beauty of it caused his drawn-on lips to sport a half-baked smile. His posture straightened at the sight of the two of them. He reached up fondle his tender tip with hands that couldn't really reach. He watched Polly Lolly's first ever climax. Her wings reached toward the sky and went as flat as her raised back. She grunted, moaned, and let loose her first sopping sample from her celebrating clister. Still shuddering, Polly Lolly fell forward and slipped off of the braunchus' beastial yangus. The towering tool bounced up and down again as her face knocked dust into the air. Polly Lolly made a high-pitched achoo and the braunchus followed suit. The braunchus sneezed sleece all over her bared and beefy borces! Polly Lolly gave a grateful grunt. "Help me! Help me!" The Meathead cried and bounced his way to Polly Lolly. In his barely erect state, he wasn't nearly the size of Polly Lolly's face. Polly Lolly Sprifts a Braunchus The newborn bumbia considered the pegamolp. She blinked her big blue eyes at him before pushing him down with her finger. The panicked pegamolp made her giggle. The Meathead tried to dust himself off, but found he was snatched up by Polly Lolly before he could finish! Polly Lolly stood up and flapped her wings. Her powerful, untested wings tore sands from the road as they gathered strength for flight. She held on tight to the pegamolp and flew herself into the air! "My mistress! Return me to my mistress!" The Meathead moaned in Polly Lolly's hand. He was certain that Ancha could restore him. It was her magic that was responsible for his sad sack state! Polly Lolly flew high above the trees and higher than any pegamolp could go. She flew over a mountain and could see the whole of Feebalon! When she flew as high as she could, Polly Lolly was surprised that she could fly even higher! She made excited noises in the winds she found there. "No! Please!" The Meathead wept in the deep blue sky. "Take me down! Take me to my mistress!" Polly Lolly flew herself so high in the sky, that the clouds looked like specs of sleece splattered over a fertile land! It was then that Polly Lolly found Feebalon's the giant moon! "What's this!?" The Meathead shouted. He was awe-struck with how far they had come! Polly Lolly swooped in for a closer look and what she saw made her smile. She saw that the sun was phering the moon with its own giant grumpus! The moon's seeping swarly dropped tiny rocks around the sun's fiery yangus! Humongous hands of fire slapped the moon's rock-solid borces. The craterous lips of the moon sighed little pebbles and bits of cheese with each slam of the sun's jumbo yangus. The mountainous halops on the moon's flat planes shook with the joy of a superior sprifting! "That's why the sun hasn't moved in the sky," The Meathead said in surprise. "It's been phering the moon this whole time! But why not move!? Unless there's something right under his nose that he wants to go on watching..." The eyes of the sun peeked out from behind the moon and down at Feebalon far below. Polly Lolly could see what the sun could see and she grinned. Polly Olly hadn't gotten to the market yet. She was phering a giant monko! The monko's great grumpus was slamming in and out of her willing yingly! And that's what the sun was watching!