Birth of Hardcore Vash


Written  by Septia.


The screen buffered, opening to a blurred image of a crooked living room angle. 
	“Ivar, here boy, come come,” the smooth voice created a dissonance to the mature eighteen year old walking just off stage, coming into frame legs first, before he bent down on all fours. “That's a good boy, smell that, smells tasst huh, get at it,” he encouraged, wiggling his tush into frame, soon enough a huff and ruff van-guarded a buff canine to enter stage, muzzle sniffing out the splotch of peanut butter the boy had smeared onto his rump. “Sucker for master Vash's butt, huh? Don't be shy,” Vash encouraged, shifting and crawling into a better view for the camera. The brass pale boy sporting a mighty pair of milkjugs, teetering on d cups – that Ivar kept shifting in front of as the dog sought out and slurped at his master's cheeks. “Oh yeah, get in there, let me at yours,” Vash huffed and curved to stuff his face under Ivar's tail, taking in a deep breath and shuddering. The boy and dog circling with each other locked at their backends, until Vash was in front, spreading Ivar's fur to show the mud encrusted pucker, angling it for the camera. “whose my dirty mfms, og,” He mumbled, ruffling through Ivar's pale fur as he planted his tongue over the pit, moaning as he carpeted the doggy duty pit in his moist muscle, slobbering up the grunge caked over the pit. -Shhrlsp- -Chrsllrhff- he suckled and rubbed his face right into it, daubing the raunchy paste of auburn over his face, pelting the pucker in licks whilst the canine responded in kind. The boy's visage a meld of feminine and virile physique; sturdy shoulders and a taut, muscular abdomen framed the hanging duo of breastfat jugs, his booty perky and jiggling, bobbing like a bag of popcorn in the microwave. 
	“Mmmfs, been at this for a while, wonder how long, fmms, But Ivar has started to see me more of a bitch in heat, I have a good mms, feeling about today,” Vash mumbled, resting on his elbows to bury his face in Ivar's filthy butt and cradling his breasts at the same time, smooshing them together and kneading them onto the floor as a pair of fresh dough blobs. “So hey, lets hope right?” he says, taking a break from the butthole and flipping the peace sign toward the camera feed. 
	“Grnnsg. Agrnang. 
	“Mgns, oowahc,” Vash gasped out, tugging his rear away from Ivar, rubbing over a bite mark on his pristine, rounded bubble butt. 
	“My ass isn't actually made of peanut buttter,” he chuckled awkwardly. “Well, guess I got him to want a piece of me at least,” he tried to play it of with a laugh and shifted away from him. 
	“Grbgbbgaawf, aafrf.” But the dog was displeased at the rump leaving him, pouncing up at Vash, wrapping its front legs over his sides. growling as it rubbed its jaw down his back. 
	“OOFsm, ofmsm Ivar, Phew easy boy, w-wait don't easy, just go for it, mfm, yeas finally, make me your bitch~.” Worry shifted to a singsong tune, scooching the butt right into position for the dog's sheathe. 
	“Been too log since I had some meat in the oven, won't you spitroast me ivaaarng, anangmr,” Vash squealed and huffed out, his chest pinned flat to the ground – serving as a crash pillow-- as Ivar aimed his mast through Vash's exposed nethers, the slick -Chhrsltlsth- grind in union of moist flesh echoed in the room, the camera shaking as the dog humped up into the boy's eager pit. 
	“Mmsmfs, fmms, thought mmf,s we could be a bit more romantic. cs aawah arhghs,” Vash huffed, groaning in ache as his brim split asunder against the might of the dog’s mast ramming through him. “Hffsm hgns, how big are you,” Vash panted slamming his fists into the carpet and dragging in desperate lungfuls of air for deep moans to quake out with the chorus s of doggy huffs. “Mmgs, I should have started with a smaller dog,” Vash mumbled, sweat flecking off the two of them locked in the lust roused sea-saw embrace, “this is bigger than I'd exp-em, aahdn, Ivar? Whammf,s mammf ,mwmarf…” Vash panted, head laying flat to the ground as the dog panted, tongue dolloping out drool over his back, arching his head back and ploughing down his bitch's pit, growling in pleasure as a  muffled torrent could be heard coursing down Vash's innards. -Chhrsllth- A stretch of inflating tissue leaking out squeals of sardonic pain from the once confident lad, now experiencing his pit bent to the whims of Ivar's knot. The bulb of flesh engorging to past twice the canine's mighty girth, contorting Vash's colon taut as a wetsuit along its width, 
	“MMGmsa, gmmfs s-stopfmams, ahaha aahhrf, hmoons and stars Ivar s-stahp,” The boy whimpered between shaking moans, his buns rattling like jelly on a train to the stimulation coursing through his spine. 
	“PPhhuu hfff.” Ivar panted, shifting paws along his master's back, tapping on the sprawled out doggy bitch. 
	“Mmgrth…” Vash worked himself to stand on all fours, grasping at his belly, which made a moist -Ghrlrlsph- of cheese curds tumbling in a bag of hay. His abdomen distended by a bump of Ivar's lust. “Mmfrs…MMgs, my ass…, feelsf, like I was, branded by hot iron,” he mumbled, scratching his gut and staring out into space. 
	Ivar locked in the rather telling pose above his former master. 
	Vash turned, a hand brushing through his hair as he huffed in exhaustion, at which point he noticed the camera, rapidly straightening out his black locks. “
	“Ahhm, aha, aa. Looks like I was caught in a snag, me and Ivar will have to schedule our marriage soon now, huh? Ehe.” He held the peace sign over his forehead, then slumped to the ground. “Mms, who am I kiddin? I can't stand actually posting this anywhere,” Vash mumbled, shifting forwards, only to be tugged back by the taut link between his bowels and Ivar's battering ram. 
	“MmmrgRmm… Just, can't you… I gotta..” Vash mumbled, trying to reach his read, panting as his motions shifted the knot in his rectum, warping and bending the flesh tunnel to its whims. The bolts of ache visibly coursing through Vash's body with his skin rippling like a disturbed lake.


The video carries on for a few minutes, ash shuffling with Ivar at his back toward the camera, occasionally pausing to catch his breath, before the feed cuts out. 


~ 1 ~


Another video buffers, the designation 'Proud Bitch Queen' displayed below. The video began with a shock of sounds; the chorus of growls and slobbers, as the camera zooms out from Vash's eyes. 
	“Surprise,” he says with this tongue hanging down his chin, “we bring you this, mfms, unscheduled broadcast, heck, the pups are rowdy, must be amfs, aah full moon, boys justmfms, Ivar, Ruff, give mams, just a sec.”
	The picture tumbles, a blurred vision of fur and eager eyes shift in, a dollop of slobber splattering on the lens before the camera is placed still. It catches the frame of Vash tumbling back on a mound of pillows, a good half dozen dogs, surrounding him, lapping at any available piece of flesh or gnawing on his oily beachball tits. ”Really hadn't planned an orgy butms, Heck W2 you wait for your turn,” he called out, then got a cock shoved right in his face, an eager pup humping into his cheek and hoisting him down with a splatter of pre-jam, tethering the sheath and emerging shaft to his face in webs of glistening cum and smegma. 
	“Ahh screw it, and by’it’,  I mean me,” Vash said, turned to the camera and flashing his finger V, slumping back on the pillows and hoisting his ass in the air. “Get to it pups,  show em if you're puppies or hefty hounds,” He declared, two dogs were already assaulting his rear, and a third budged in to join. Vash's brim laid pliable as rubber around the canine's meat batons, smacking and slurping around as they pistoned up his depths, suckling as if even a third cock wouldn't slake its thirst. 
	Vash invited the dogs to a tighter embrace, holding the trio humping into his pit to his chest. The third one's member barging in at the side, eliciting a few tempered groans from Vash before the tip of his ass enveloped the mast, allowing the three to pound him with glee. 
	“Fmsma pahs, oh yeah I got more holes than that, come here,” He huffed out, two meeting by his head one clasped and jerked by an eager hand and the other treated as a succulent lollipop by Vash's accommodating tongue. 
	“Mmfmew mwmafm oaamfa yeah.” He huffed out, as the dogs slobbered and howled, barking in chorus as Vash laid buried under a living ocean of fluffy carpets. -Spltlsths- A flume of spunk burst from one of the canine's cocks, the camera catching the glimpse of thick white drooling out Vash's snatch pit, and the exposed flesh of the knot engorging -Chhrlsltnsh- Though Vahs's ass gaped with it, straining against the force, but warping to acclimate the added girth of the dog's congested mast. 
	“Mmmf, aah… oh heck yeah, don't leave me haningg,” he huffed out. 
	The other two dogs slapping their crotches in a fervent unison into his ass, budging and shifting the first one's pillar about the stretching pit. Soon the corks popped, and the meat lances swelled, a bouquet of bloated knots congesting Vash's pit, pucker plying and wielding around the engorged hunks of meat, till the pit yielded and snapped back for wide gaps to open between the bustling cocks. -Splltsth- globules of spunk slobbed out through the congested pit, soaring through the air in wide arcs. As the glistening pearlescent loop launched out of the crevices in Vash's mud chute. 
	“Mgmmgr,s gmmrsth ook ok ease it upfmsma ooh damng that is deluxe thick extra,” Vash mumbled incoherency, clenching his thighs together, knees shaking for a moment before slumping limp at his sides. 
	The Dogs shifting and grappling at the surrounding pillows, but slumping off one at a time, their wide knots sliding through the basket of flesh like a bowling ball through a hoop, exposing the gaping cavern left in their wake. Vash's pit laid malformed by the trio of doggy dongs, warped in bulged rounded segments sprawling to the sides where the pups had speared his ass. 
	The camera caught a glimmer of the lake of pearly slime hoed within, the gossamer gunk drooling over his butt lips, extruding with the texture of fermented yogurts and all the hasty ambitions of a garden slug. Further back in the frame one could spot Vash with his maw wrapped around two dog's dicks, his cheeks magnifying in the guise of a greedy chipmunk and ivory slime slobbering down his nose in gushes of spunk. 
	“Mmggs, whkelookg slike ai bargbiend for mwoht atn Ah coudlh sahdnf,samfm smmwg, phahshaw, hahsam shthap.” His mumbled muted to gibberish by the cocks clogging his lips.He vainly attempted to stop Ivar sniffing and lapping at his gaping pucker, even diving his muzzle into the chasm, wide enough for the dog's muzzle not to touch the walls, and lapping at the salty and bitter slurry brewing in his ass. Vash's words were muffled as the carpet of horny fur descended upon him. One couldonly see the waving peace sign out of tone with swathes of greasy skin, until the screen knocked onto its side, filming for another few minutes with the camera's view partially covered by the shelf. 


~ 2 ~


For the rather light-hearted name of 'Can my ass eat a horse?' the video started out with a somewhat concerned expression of Vash, quickly wiped back into confidence with a brush back of his sleek hair. 
	“Ok, you sitting down? Can't stand the wait,? I know what that 's like, say hi to Goddard everyone,” Vash wrangled the camera to show the stallion behind them, then placing it into a steady spot, adjusting the focus on the fly with h a remote. 
	“So, the pups have been diligent, but ehm, kinda lacking,” Vash admitted, wiggling his tush for the camera, turning around to show that he was wearing panties, though the back end of them were gobbled up in the gaping pit of his pucker. “and I am hungry for some, thick, meat,” Vash declared, slapping his palms into Goddard's back. 
	The stallion shot up, whinnied and huffed, requiring the Ladyboy to sooth and brush them down for a good while. 
	“Aha… yes, these babies always calms em,” Vash flaunted their breasts, pancaked against the stallion's side, kneaded and brushed over the smooth coat, he let the E cups bob free and blew the camera a kiss. “Aha, ok, so. He's been without a mate or a while, so this shouldn't be, too tough,” Vash mumbled, crouching down to enveloping the horse's sheath with their chest, nuzzling their tummy and kneading along the reeking sheath. -Chhrsltlsh- “O-oh, that was, fast,” They mumbled, seeing a pink tip barge its way out of the black cocksack. 
	Vash peeked back at the shaft, already longer than his forearm, nudging up to his presented buttocks. “You, ahfm… looking mighty big today,” the attempt at humor was met with a snort. “So, come here oftenoofh, ooh you are going for it,” Vash said, steadying themselves as Goddard shuffled up, their tip flaring to life, brushing up to the cheeks and swiping the buns apart as a ladle separating cookie batter. “Ehm, assh, we've been out running so much,” Vash said, winking at the camera “It only makes sense you wnana moutn me barebaadms, mmf.” 
	Libido kicked in as Goddard accepted Vash as a potential mate, stumbling up to a wall to push their riding member in past Vash's cheeks, the ladyboy's pucker winking and easing open. 
	“Mfms fmwmf. H-how much, wider can you get, I should have gotten some lube,” Vash mumbled. Their brim pliant and slowly accepting the shaft dipping into it, the mudpit gradually swallowing it up like a rock.” Vash peeked back, seeing they were right at the zenith of the flare… -Chrhltsh- Goddard pulled back, fear sparked in Vash's eyes. 
	The horse rammed. -CSHrhltlsltcghs- The impact of flesh burrowing through the depths of Vash's colon, the guttural churn of organs displacing under the girth of the mast taking the plunge, rung throughout the barn, the screen vibrating from the impact. Three deci of the imposing pillar of masculinity, driven down Vash's cheeks, its contours stretched over his body in taut bulge hugging over the massive member, Vash's stomach displaced outwards, jutting with the throbbing bulk Goddard was keen to antiquate them with. Vash's face laid contorted, scrunched up in a volley of emotions. He slammed his head into the hay covered floor. 
	“Mghahanaarng, asnanrgs,” he cried out, trembling as an autumn leaf standing before an oncoming storm. “how is this smore t hiem… six knots at once,” Vash grumbled into the dirt, their legs struggling to keep stiff as the stallion crashed and bumped their shaft in an effort to delve it deeper, sweeping Vash back and forth over the ground in the process, the ladyboy struggling to keep in pose as they had to stumble at the stallion's whims. “Mmfs, mwgma c-ct, I got to have mrore pracnmf, mfms, Goddard… pleaseeease…” Vash pleaded, the stallion huffing and clapping their teeth, shifting and wedging their shaft deeper. The ballooned bulges of the shaft dredging through Vash's depths, wedging forth on the paths downwards. Vash's torso warped around the tube crawling upwards, disappearing under the cover of his gigantic cleavage, though even these were shaking and displacing. 
	“Mfmfs, fmms, t-too…” Their bottom was pried apart so each buttcheek appeared as its own entity clinging around the member, rather than one cohesive whole – going from being hotdog buns to horseburger bread halves. Goddard gyrated back and forth, humping Vash into the ground, a choir of crinkles and moist grinds as the member plunged and withdrew from their depths -Chhrlslth- -Schlrlsth- Chvhrllsh- Vash reduced from a partner, to a top, limbs sprawled and flailing across the floor as the pole burrowed and swept them through the hay in the vigorous rut. 
	Goddard whinnied in virile spirits, the heart of a mustang beating fervently at the luscious meat clasped to warm its shaft. Vash panted, grunted, cried and grasped at the trawls covering the ground, feeling the meat plunge in, distending their rear to its limit, fishing out just to drum back in. The shaft stood a proud seven deci, three quarters of a meter, half of which kept dipping down the warped, ruined buttocks of the squirming ladyboy, whose breasts polished the ground in droves of sweat. 
	“Mgms, aanngm t-too m-much…  t-that's mm-my butt, I can't.. feel it… b-bro, R-ruben…” He wheezed out, breath stolen by the mast plunged down his ass, a limp ragdoll strapped to the horse's shaft to relieve tension. And when it came to the relief, Vash panicked. “I-ai c-acn't take. Fmmss, heck you are so big, but Goddard, I-I don't think I could, handle, s-stop…” 
	They pleaded, though it barely picked up on the audio, drowned out in a haze of heaves and thrusts, primal growls billowing from the steed as it ruts grew slower, precise, deliberate… The stallion's scrotum swelling up, each housed orb inflated past the width of Vash's cranium, and the cock steeled itself rigid, globs pumping through the mast at the ladyboy's exacerbated chagrin. -WPSlptlsths- The rupturus slosh of fluid dispensing down Vash's abdomen echoed throughout he stable, their stomach engorging, eclipsing the size of their chest, sloshing forth as a forgotten water balloon. their words muffler under a deluge of spunk “Chal, ahchamwmapghl gbgls,” cascading out of their maw, globs, congealed hunks of ivory the consistency of barely molten cheese clogged Vash's maw, choking on the stallion batter they could barely house in their distended gullet. Their pupils rolling up into their head as they disgorged liters of viscous lust. 


Vash fell limp, bloated and cluttered with hay and dust. Goddard stood above them, cock still lodge down their rump, scoffing and smacking their lips. After a while they walked out of frame, dragging Vash on with them, mopping the floor with their sprawled frame.
	The video cuts back, the lighting dimmed, and a palm reaching into frame, grabbing the camera to show a white plastered Vash, licking dollops of spunk off of his cheek. 
	“Think that, gmms,” -bhrualllapath- they belched up a bubbly glob of spunk, “Pha, that means I ma gonna, add more horsemeat to my diet, if you catch my standings,” Vash snickered, and lazily held up their signature peace sign. 


~ 3 ~


Going down the history, one could find a video by the name of 'Grand Mare banquet Gala' from the same account. Which depicted the same stable, though populated to the brim. It contained proper camera work, framing, close ups of Vash sucking off one horse and lubricating another's cock with a third's pre for deep throating. Guzzling mustang dongs from every corner. The video went into slow motion as a stallion ejaculated, unleashing a stream of gelatinous, doughy spunk over the ladyboy; they took each load head on, moaning as the ivory creambutter glued up their eyelids, seeped down their nostrils and clogged their ears. Their hair practically become a deposit for splooge, later on looking as if he was wearing a wig of wax drooling in hefty globs down his back. H, and there were always horses waiting to take their turn ramming the boy's pit, forming bushels of cocks driving down his pit, or conga lines of stallions humping into one another, cocks dipping and fishing, in each others filthy caramel pots, reeling back, lubricated in doughy spunk and freshly baked bowel pudding. 


The final shot laid on Vash', resting on a bale of hay, hands hooking over the gaping pit of their ass, the maw of their ass wider than their ultra sized bottom, both fists easily dipping into the pit without touching the borders of flesh. 
	“I could be a proper horse mommy, heck I'd fit a full grown stallion,” Vash joked, at which a little thought bubble came up on screen saying Gotta remember that for next time'. The cavernous crater of a pucker laid filled in spunk, coagulating to a dough one could barely penetrate with their fingers. 
	“Keep it in there, and mfms, I'll have baked an extra large butt plug,” Vash teased, fiddling with their warped brim, feeling it twitch under their touch as they massaged the ruffled rim, till the camera zoomed into the depths, and the screen fading into black. 


-Shlrlptsh- -Chrhsltls- Crhrhslslrth- In the post credit epilogue, the close up pulled back, showing a pucker bending in and out, until it belched open with a fluttering -BBWrrlltth- that dislodged the globule of spunk wax, the girth of which matched Vash's torso, slopped onto the ground and with a smack of wet clay -Chhrsltpsh-. “Hphoosae… haa… oohrha…” Vash was heard panting and chugging down water off screen, as the camera focused on the glistening pile of bowel congealed horse dough. 
	“We done for the day?” Vash asked as the screen slowly faded, “then would someone stand to help me shove this cum plug back into my ass?”