VIP Story #6: Boar's Beefy Quest (Patreon)

Dear readers, hello!

Some of you may have noticed that we were very late with the VIP stories — as I mentioned in some of our previous posts, we locked in to get the Visual Update out ASAP and we put some of the Patreon rewards on the backburner. But today we're making up for it by delivering, in one single batch, a 45 pages-long VIP story encompassing 6 months worth of content.

I don't want to get too graphic here but Boar's Beefy Quest, or BBQ for short, includes some dom/sub dynamics, oral, intercrural and anal, wrestling as foreplay, characters becoming more dominant or submissive over time, role reversal and some other fun things. We really made this story very beefy, and I think some of you will really like it.

BBQ began as just another chapter of Oscar's Oral Odyssey but we kept playing around with it until it became six chapter long (plus some extra bits to conclude it). We also included a prologue at the start, to explain some basic matters so people don't have to read Oscar's Oral Odyssey to figure out what's going on, plus a 7th chapter and epilogue.

This will be the last VIP story for a while. As I said multiple times, the VIP stories were the result of my warmup exercises, and I've now run out of publishable material (and, to be fair, this story is huge). I'll probably write and publish more eventually, but for the foreseeable future my focus will be on the next updates to the game.

And now, for the story and its preview...

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With their hearts racing and all resistance grappled out of the bull, Khenbish locked him down with a half Nelson — the boar was laying on his back on the floor with the bull, also on his back, on top of him. There he was able to immobilize both his arms and legs — and, as the bull struggled, they both realized that each movement only served to rub the minotaur's lower back on the boar's straining erection. There was no escape, and Oscar could envision the boar taking his reward — thrusting and claiming and ravaging his rear, filling him up with that prodigious deluge of cum he always provided so effortlessly, fucking him again and again until he was satisfied for the day. For that fantasy, which lasted but a moment despite the gargantuan length it took in the minotaur’s mind, it didn't even matter that in reality he did not want to bottom. Reality be damned; fantasy was king.