The Heat of the Moment (Excerpt)
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Penny Fenmore is your classic small, cute, constantly naked fennec who accidentally opened a portal to Hell with her pussy and she won't leave until she achieves the ultimate orgasm.
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The Heat of the Moment
Astonishingly enough, Naked Penny was naked. She was so naked, that if there was an award for being that way for the longest period of time, she would win, because she made the contest herself. She was so naked, it was almost blinding-keyword "almost," because everybody always stared at her. Constantly, through every street corner, movie theater, mall, parking lot, garage and Satanic bonfire cult imaginable. The men would point and yell jokes so predictable they don't need to be written down, and the women would be quietly envious, before also teasing her, and the magic collar cared about none of these things. It existed to immediately dissolve any clothing she wore and fluster all law enforcement into letting this one slide, over and over again. No key? No escape. There was no doubt to anyone: this was the pinnacle of humiliation. And that made her horny as fuck.
It was on casual days when her fantasies became reality. She'd spent a long day in the middle of a crowded mall on a Friday night with a hot pretzel in one paw and a bag full of clothes she'd never wear in another, hips swaying, butt bouncing every step. It was all for the rush. The rush that came every thirteen steps when a new crowd would gaze at every inch of her nakedness. Their reactions: confused, mostly impressed; it was an instant connection. Dreams in her head did the rest. Tonight, as with every Friday night, they'd built up with her heat, and she indulged them with the lights out, back-first on her bed, arched backwards in a half-pipe as the vibrator raged between her legs. Her caramel latte fur looked, smelled and felt the part--soaked and ready for a lover to lose their mind between her legs.
"Come on, you stupid thing!" she yelled at the vibrator massaging her clit. "I haven't even hit my eighteenth orgasm!"
That valley girl cry could've rang all throughout Witches' Butte, but if she wanted their attention, she'd strut outside any day of the week and flick her tail around. Mostly at Tammy, her best friend. Through college, she constantly daydreamed of her coy, spotted face between her legs night after night; those strawberry shortcake lips against her vulva. It was midnight, so that wasn't in the cards. The house alarm was on, so her moans were loud, aggressive, mildly sepulchral, her thighs shaking and speckled with her juices like a windshield on a rainy day. She found herself rolling off the bed, thrusting, air-humping and fingering, but nothing would satiate her, even with the vibrator's evil thrum peaking.
"UGH!" she cried, throwing it. "If only Tammy was here! She'd know how to satisfy me for good!" Which wasn't even true. They were best friends, but they had never shared each other like that. "I wish I had a portal to her house! Stupid space-time continnuum. Where's my Diabolical Vibrator?"
She reached for her nightstand drawer and pulled out a glowing green wand shaped like a marching drumstick, smelling of spinach, dragon's teeth and uranium-235. Naturally, she put it between her legs. She brought it deeper, massaging her clit. In seconds, her juices flew and smacked against her oval mirror, even though she wasn't a squirter. A moment of respite filled her lungs. Then, frustration.
A crickle-crackle from the dark. She found her pussy drops on the mirror had turned green and glowing. "SNAP!" "POP!", "SHOOOOOM" they went, descending into the mirror tunnel of warped reflections, a spiral of her shocked expression before it all went dark; borders of green flames flashing outward, and with it, the comforter slid its direction. Penny's claws extended instinctively. Her hair snaked towards it. A bottle of perfume rattled on the nightstand.
"Oh no."
The mirror-portal inhaled like a backwards volcanic eruption, her legs stumbling, flexing, then losing grip; her screams felt like the end of a tunnel as she tumbled down into the aether, legs still spread, the heat all around her collapsing, sweat and pussy juice boiling against her body as she closed her eyes, and-!
A headache found her on the rocky floor. Stalagmites and tites boasted like the mouth of a demon. Tongues of flames circled beyond them. Somehow, it wasn't as hot as her passion. In a river of lava floated a boat, and before it stood a black robed figure boasting a scythe, a hood fully obscuring his head.
"Hi," he said, a voice impossibly deep. "Welcome to Hell. That means you're kind of a bitch."
Penny scrambled to cover herself. "Tammy! What did I tell you?! That's a horrible look on you!"
"What?"
"Oh, wait, you're not Tammy. You're Death Incarnate. Where am I?"
"Uh, you're in Hell. Obviously."
"No, no, where am I? Give me a circle or something. I want to know whether I'm being tortured with spears or injected with ribbed dildos."
"You don't seem so broken up either way."
"Did I ask for your opinion?"
"You didn't ask for anything."
"Well, fuck you, you wouldn't get this pussy, anyway. Look, I don't care! I've been juicing my clit all day and I'm still leaking! If I can't get Tammy to get me off, the depths of Hell will have to do. Can you sail me through the river?"
"Nope."
"Why?"
"You gotta pay your fee."
Penny groaned. "Is this the part where I pay you in sex?"
"I am Death. Sex means nothing to me."
Again, Penny groaned, reminded of how she acted when she was clothed. "Can't I just owe you when I die? It's not like I have anything on me. Even if I did, I wouldn't give it to you. You're Death itself! What do you need money for?"
"Honestly, I'm down to get you across just so you'll stop talking to me."
"Ditto."
They sailed through the river.
"All right, we're here," Penny said as she looked out, one leg bent on a rock, fist at chin-level. "Pay your fee and go."
"That was my line."
"Too slow."
"You stole every single word I was about to-how did you do that?"
"There's not much time! I've got places to be!"
"Wait!" Death called. "Wait! We need your help to stop the-"
"Blah blah, you don't need me for anything! Stop acting like my stupid idiot brother! See ya later, unfortunately!"
If only she knew. It'd be a favor for them all.
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