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Submitting to the Bullra WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS THE AMERICAN WONTON USUAL. READER DISCRETION ADVISED! The hole was obviously dug for a small mammal...but it would have to do. The boy quickly ducked inside, nestled in between dirt and grass. Just in time, too. The footsteps of the Bullra weren’t far away...nor was her taunting voice. “Little boy?” she sang aloud. “Where are you? I have some nice snacks for you...aren’t you hungry?” The boy held his breath as the creature stood just over his hiding spot. BRRRRRRRRRRRLLROOMMPPBBTTT! He was hungry...but not for that. Above ground he watched her plump, white booty cheeks, unnaturally large for any human woman. No, no, attached to her massive hips, the similarities ran far away from a human woman as he looked down. Muscular thighs were coated in fur, down to the dark hooves on her feet. The tail swished her foul fart air amidst him, sour and dry. He dare not sniffle, lest she turn around and find him...had she? He scooted down as she turned to look towards the other end of the valley. “Little boy?” she asked the wind. The young man looked up into her bright, mischievous green eyes prowling the land hungrily. Dark brunette hair flowed around short horns, spilling over breasts large enough for both their heads. “Little boy, come out!” spoke the Bullra, hands placed stoutly on her massive hips. “Your Bullra tires of this game...aren’t you hungry? I have plenty to feed you with!” FFFFFBBBBRRRRRTTTTTTT! PPPRRROOOTTTOOOAOOOTTATT! She laughed, striding forwards across the meadow as her farts popped out between booty flesh and sky. The boy winced as his stomach growled aloud...too loud, perhaps? Her hooves strode cautiously amidst the grass. “Are you over...here?” PPLLLRRRRRFFRAATTTTT! A sharp fart pierced the air and blades of grass away from him. The boy harshly pinched his arms in surprise. “No? How about...here?” PPPTTRRSSSBBBBRRAATTTTT! FFFBBRRRLLSSSIITTAPPTPTT! The Bullra chuckled at the sickly farts running out her asshole. “Heheh...wet one! Hmmm...well, I geuss he’s gone.” The boys heart lifted as the footsteps paraded around his hiding spot...until subtlety getting louder. “No...he couldn’t possibly be...in here?” The boy gasped aloud, seeing her booty slowly spread above him. In the heat of the second, he felt her mighty weight slam into his face and the dirt. And then, he was hers. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The walls were wooden and the floor was a densely packed dust and dirt. A barn of some sort...with him as the cattle. His aching arms were ever aware of the leather straps and chains spreading him just above the ground. He couldn’t move, save for his head, while his naked body lay sprung just above the floor. Tugging on the straps was no good...they were of course secured tightly to the walls. He was alone, slowly panicking in the darkness...until he heard hoofsteps. Then, his panic turned to frightened lunacity. The door opened, the surrounding light reveling in one large, dark shadow. A single light bulb was flipped on. And there was the Bullra, smiling, slowly walking to her prey. “Howdy little one,” she spoke above the boy’s whimpers. “Thought I’d make a more...dignified impression. We hadn’t really gotten off on the right foot earlier...or private parts, haha!” BBBRRRLLLMMPBBBRRTTTT! The boy moaned aloud, hearing her lumpy fart pour out her buttcheeks. Now looking at her massive figure, he noted another large delicacy between her legs...one large, massive Bullra penis. This breed of Bullra...they tended to be much more aggressive from the tales. The boy whimpered as she strut forward, stopping to pick up a pail beside his lodgings. With her height, he’d have come up just under her tummy...suspended here, the head of her flaccid penis was able to pat the top of his head. “You still hungry, little one?” asked the Bullra. “All that running in the wild must have tuckered you out.” The boy shivered, trying to look into her eyes past the massive testicles and tits. Shyly he nodded...it was no farce he’d tried to hunt before she spotted him. The Bullra smiled, pretty as could be-on her face. The boy watched her hand dip into the pail, scooping large amounts of oats into her hand. Each scoop, then brought her hand into her asscrack...which she slowly turned to show the boy. FFFFFFFFBBBRRRMLLLLLAAAPPRRRTTT! She laughed, as a smattering of oats flew into the boys coughing face. The smell of digested fart-grass and oats left a deadly stink combo into his nostrils. “Excuse me, boy,” the Bullra spoke between giggles. “Sometimes my booty gets the best of my work.” She took the pail and dumped every drop between her ass. The boy watched as she shook her ass in front of him. Oat dust shot into his eyelids as her powerful butt clapped the oats into a paste of sweat and force between her cheeks. When she finally sighed, taking her hands to spread her booty open, the boy had begun pissing on the floor. “Haha! Not the fluid I was looking for...but it’s a start.” The Bullra swung her powerful legs around him, walking around the defenseless boy to watch his stream. “Oh this little pecker looks just fine,” she complimented him. The boy yelped as her fingers lightly prodded his testicle. “Young...healthy...plenty of juice in these pipes, am I right?” He finished pissing and she jokingly shook his cock for him to dribble the rest. “Of course, it isn’t as big as yours truly. I made good money selling my cum to the Amazons. Who’d have known your little boy peckers would become a specialty item and...ruin the market?” The boy shivered, as she pinched part of his sack and kissed his head. “I don’t hold it against you, my dear,” she whispered. He felt no less comforted as she walked round to resume her position in front of his face. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Amazons were deadly to the wild boys. Bullra’s however...they were a death sentence. BBBBAAARRRLLUURRRRPPPTTTT! A few good seconds under their booties was said to drive a young boy insane. FFFFFAAATTTOOOOOOTTT! PPPPRRRRRUUUUUUTTTTTT! Their cocks could spear straight from a mouth to a lung...that is, if their thighs hadn’t cleaved the boy’s head off first. PPPPPRRRMMLLRRBBRRTTTTT! The boy had already gotten a good taste of her lethality...but now...her cruelty led the charge. PPPPRRRROOMMMPLLLSSTTT! The boy heaved chunks of oat onto the floor, where a puddle of her ass juice and stray hairs lie. The Bullra sighed. “I still feel more on my booty boy,” she told him. The boy groaned as she bent farther backwards, her fist sized anus closing around his mouth. “I know it’s not in your nature...but we Bullra consider it rude to not finish our plates.” BBBBBRRRRROOOMMMPBBRRTTT! Her massive toot led a beeline to the back of his throat, where a collection of vomit was shot back down into his stomach. The boy gagged and turned his head in any direction away from her ass. “You will soon get used to the taste, boy,” spoke the Bullra. Her ass never left his side as the stink still poured out from her dark pink bootyhole. “But perhaps you’d like something else to eat?” The boy looked up, staring dead center into her anus. With what little conscious air he could suck in, he screamed. The Bullra laughed with a grunt, holding his jaw open with a hand. “Oh, poor little wild boy,” she cooed. The boy’s screams buried themselves into her assmeat...he could feel the bits of her anus flesh push onto his tounge. “Do my droppings scare you?” The boy had alright signed off his life for any more surprise. The Bullra laughed, losing her grip and pushing forward. The boy cowered and gasped, looking at her spread bootyhole. The beginnings of a slimy-solid log were crowning, sized far too large for his mouth. Her tail swished happily alongside, brushing her feces as she giggled above him. “It’s too bad my booty’s flavorings aren’t marketable to the outside world. Boy cum sells as deodorant, makeup...some Amazons have used it in cooking, if you can believe it.” BBRRLLSSHHHRROORRTT! The boy couldn’t...he was far more concerned with her shit, inching closer to his face with the fart. The Bullra laughed and scooted backwards...just above the boys face. He yelled aloud as her weight settled along his shoulders, with a thigh on each side. “Hmm...I geuss manure would be one item,” the Bullra went on, oblivious to the boy’s strife. “It works quite well on my own crops. HRGH!” The boy had little room to express disgust. Her feces slowly chopped off massive, runny logs along his back, slowly piling, then falling to the floor beneath him. Of course the rancid smell hit his back...but so did her massive, hairy thighs, closing around his neck as she pushed out her poo. BBBRRRLLAAURURRBBARRRRTTTTTT! “Ahhh!” the Bullra sighed, sharting out her last. “Fear not boy, I don’t need help with the feces production around here. I do quite well on my own.” She rose, letting the boy gasp...and take in her stink along and beneath his body. “No, you’re much more use to me in this position. Much more.” The boy was cowering, spitting in disgust, wailing as the feeling returned to his limbs and the rancid smell poured into his nostrils. The hot flesh slapping along his forehead was mostly an aftersight...until the Bullra begun to quietly moan. The boy pleaded with his eyes...and rebelled with his shaking body along the straps. The Bullra laughed, slowly walking to his backside. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The boy took to screaming. The scorching shit beneath him became secondary to his woes. The only way to cope with his impending reality was to outburst. But even the Bullra saw fit to plug that hole. Her hand wrapped across his mouth and the boy swallowed his screams as she whispered into his ears. “Hush boy, hush,” she commanded gently. “Bullra cock is yet smaller than most Amazon breeds. Trust me, I’ve shared a bed with a good deal.” PPPPRRRLLLTTTTOOORRRTTTTT! She chuckled as he squeeled...her massive erect penis went underneath to slowly stroke his flaccid mound. “I’ve had a few boys even warm up to me in their little poopers. Pretty soon I won’t even have to milk you...your butthole will be as big as mine and you’ll just cum in the bucket...same as me.” BBBBRRRRALLLRRRMMMPPPRRBBUUTTOOOTT! He begun shaking again as she drew back, hand still on his mouth as he screamed. “Besides,” she continued, pulling his legs apart further. “Haven’t you hear the tip is the worst part?” She spat, poking a few fingers inside to juice up his nether region. Then, she hovered above his tiny body, breasts surrounding his skull as she ventured down into him. The boy tried to pull his legs back apart...but her cock soon divided him. It was a neverending nightmare. The Bullra held nothing back, pushing in until her balls shrouded his entire lower track. The Bullra sighed gently in his ears...then retracted. The boy felt like he had been stabbed through the stomach through his anus...then back again, as she re-entered...and again. Her massive torso slammed into his backside, a never ending symphony of overpowering meat. Occasionally, she’d giggle. Alot of times, she’d fart, even exiting to expel a few mounds of feces she’d meant to give the boy earlier. But the fuck was deliberate and steady. The boy was slowly broken in. When he finally felt her semen, shooting in a warm gust inside, then out onto his back...it would never be forgotten. The Bullra sighed, running a hand down his chest and tummy, finally grabbing his cock. “Oohhh...do I feel something sticky?” she jested lightly, kissing his chin. “No, no wait...that’s mine. Silly me.” She got up slowly, with a sickly dark laugh. The boy hung limp, watching as she walked towards a conveyor belt. A few levers were pulled...and he was then landing into the ground, where her muck of shit coated him. He was too tired to roll out of her filth...and too weak to cower as she slowly swayed towards him. “First night is always the worst, boy,” spoke the Bullra. “The pain will keep you up. So let us help you sleep.” She turned slowly, bending over his face to gently surround his skull in the warm, shit coated booty cheeks. “Breath deeply,” she commanded. FFFFFFSSSSHHOOOOOSSSSHHHSSSSSSSS! The silent fart dribbled out like a flood of hissing lava onto his face. The boy watched her butthole in the darkness, pumping the violent gas out...and he took it as mercy, feeling the pain of his own backside beneath him. With his last conscious breaths, he did sniff, grateful despite the worst taste he’d experienced as of yet. But the smell wasn’t what worried him. It was his devotion to her booty...the complete submission to the Bullra. |
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