Dishonored By Daylight


Written by Septia.


Sunlight. I felt it pry through to my vision, urging me into consciousness. To rise alongside the sun, to cherish the quiet moments of morning when all the world paid tribute to the heavens… I had always joined this tribute, dedicating myself to my craft in this serene silence, every day feeling my martial art improve. Practice sharpened, but the sun tempered the steel. I opened my eyes. The sun had left the horizon long ago, standing high in at mid-morning. 
	I grasped for it, only to feel my hand meet with not but empty air... The distance between me and the sun, felt eons longer than between it and the Fangqqi temple behind me. Fumes exhumed from the sun-baked earth, tainted in urine and liquid sodomy. I called upon the forces within me, the strength I had harnessed from years of dedication, the fierce energy that pulsed through my veins… ache answered me. Drumming through my vein, siphoning the fervor into choking emptiness. My chin came to rest, toppled limp to my chest, leaving me to marinate in the depraved vapours, and my mind to stew in the memories. 
	'Your rest is over. We are coming for you, Cock pig.'
	I recognize the voice, the hum of every syllable resonating throughout my head. The beat of their footsteps chilled my spine. One by one, the silhouettes of pongo apes rose from the stairway, shadows creeping over the open temple ground, swathed over me; their presence blocking out the sun. 
	At the front of the troop –  taking two steps for every one of his troop's – the leader closed in, the pongo adorned with the jade vambrace: Lon. He looked pleased, seeing my beaten form pinned to the wall, legs sprawled with with a wide berth, patterns of crust tessellating my thighs. 
	‘Pathetic scum, raise your head,’ his commands pried through my mind, without faint ruminations rising form the patterns on the vambrace as he tapped into my thoughts. 
	I raised my chin as he squatted in front of me. Before I saw his chest, his digits clamped a hold of my chin, jerking me up to force me into letting his face consume my vision. 
	‘You are trash.' 
	This thought of his, there was no intention of provocation behind it, nor was it hiding intent to ridicule; it was purely reactionary, his mind processing the sight before him… 
	“Do you finally grasp it,” he asked. 
	It came as a shock to hear proper words tossed from his lips as daggers. He squeezed my cheek tight, shaking my chin in his grasp, “Master Edda…” He savoured the phrase, and chuckles roused along his crew. 
	“Oh yeah, it really is her.” 
	“Was,” another corrected. 
	“I don't believe it, look at that pile of bitch meat, barely passes for a panther.” 
	“A master of begging her lungs parched for eating ass.” 
	He continued to jerk my head around whilst the others tossed around more befitting titles — Assesst Edda, cum fountain, spunk rag… “Yesterday certainly showed us your true colors. I remember how you begged, howled, for us to stay the whole night…,” he taunted, as the other pongos calmed down. He tossed my chin down, it limped onto my side. 
	“How about you show us just how happy you are to see us back with you, Master Edda?” he taunted. 
	I remained still. Gasping down breaths of the air now tainted by the musk of their presence. 
	Lon's lip curled into a sneer. “Go ahead now, Cock pig.” 
	I sucked in air through my teeth, my arm raised, sliding across my befouled legs and creeping towards my crotch. The urge enslaved me, soon my digits traced the rim of my womanhood, circling along the rim, eagerness breaking through by the rhythm, my hair shaking as the roots of pleasure sprouted through my core and pierced my body in slender needles. I gasped. 
	Lon moved out of the way, the sight amusing his gang. 
	“See, told ya, she doesn't even respond to Tigress any more.” 
	“What a hopeless whore.” 
	“Are her ears twitching?” 
	“Woo, work that pussy, slut.” 
	“Slut is too kind for this bitch.” 
	Another sharp inhale, a swallow. Tremors ravaged my chest, my breath warped by the surge of pleasure warping my mind. It was wrong, everything was wrong. And I loved every moment. But, that I, it couldn't… it couldn't be me. I still felt myself — a speck of dignity — embedded in the throes of depravity. It, had to be the embrace, the jade magic… I kept, chanting that in my mind, whilst I pleasured myself in front of the hostile strangers, begging myself to snap out of it… mustering every possible part of myself to neglect that… right now, there were no foreign influence dominating my mid, there was nothing magic or mysticism forcing my hand… It was all me.


The apes surrounded me. Once I was freed from the wall they encircled me, everyone budging to get a good angle. My digits alternated between tracing the outline of my puss, to dipping inside and feeling the supple reaches of flesh contract and mould around my touch. Sparks flittered through my body, and, the marble ground became tainted with the musk riddled brine of lust. 
	“Let them hear who you are, say: my name is Master Edda, I have always lusted to gargle fat cocks.” 
	I heard it inside of me again. It wasn't Lon's voice, it had never been. The jade moulded my mind, sculpted neurons and warped my own thoughts to form his words. It was my own thoughts, my own voice providing instructions. I was given all autonomy, but it produced the same result. 
	“I'fmms, am mfg. I a… my name isfm, Master Edda, and I mfmf, h-have always lusted to gargle fat cocks.” I cried out, the apes whistling amongst themselves. 
	Again. “Mfmm-Mmy name is mtster Edda, I love choking on sweaty ball.” 
	The pongos snickered, chatting amongst themselves and laughing, some reaching down their pants to savour my display of depravity. 
	“M-my name is E… Eaah… Cock pig, I adore stuffing dick stuffed down every whole and gagging on stranger's erections.” My breathing ran rampant. It ached to speak, cut through my pride with the same blade I had honed throughout my life, its edge turned against me. 
	“All this training, all this work, it was all just a facade, was'n't it?” Lon asked. 
	“Yes, yes it didn't mean anything.” My response it… came so fast. I felt my crotch lit aflame, my other free arm reaching down, clasping high to fondle my clitoris as I dipped into the folds, scrubbing my pussy and grinding myself against the ground. Even as I said these horrible phrases, the urges, the pleasure was… far too much. 
	“You wanted to stand out. Waiting, hoping that someone would come along and break you, rub your face back into the dirt underneath the feet and let you indulge as the soiled cum rag you have always aspired to become.”
	This, wasn't true, it was all wrong. “Yes, Ommgg, yes, mfmfs, it was an act, I didn't dare to s-show myself this way.” 
	“Then we came along,” Lon continued, “and freed you. Our own little Cock pig… are you satisfied?” 
	I nodded, biting my lip, spitting saliva as I panted, my palm clasping, grinding into my crotch, ravaging my womanhood as my mind convulsed in pleasure. “Thank your mfms, thank you fro-from the bottom of my heart, Please, please don't let me go a day without stuffing my mouth with dick, I need it mfms Idioms I need fm aha-. Paha- aaawmwmfff…” My chest throbs, clenches around the tendrils of corrupted pleasure coursing through me. It stings. It stings of lemon juice injected into my veins, coursing around in my body's circulation and festering throughout every beat of my heart. 
	My paw grew moist, soaking in the leaking fluids drooling form my snatch, spilling onto the marble below in a puddle, caught on my coat as drops of congealed, salt stinking dew. 
	More of them whistled, clapping their hands, or… something else. 
	My birth canal pinched taut, lust pumping through me, gliding across tithe sensitive bouquet of pleasure points long my insides, smearing forth to soak its path in sensation of corrupted relief, welling out over the edge of my body, dripping, slobbering, barfing liquid pleasure into my palm. I heaved, my gullet and stomach dry, a by-product of being abandoned without sustenance. If I had really barfed, I can only see them enjoying it more. And… the exhilaration that coursed through my veins at the mere thought, told me I would savour that moment just the same. 


“Mmfmrs, my, you are still a hot mess after yesterday, aren't you” his question didn't need to be answered, the others were already doing it for me. 
	“You kid, she is high in the cloud, look at that doofy cum smeared face.” 
	“If she was on a cloud, think she would hump it?” 
	“This bitch would have found a way to get raped by it, and she'd be screaming for more.” 
	“Oh come now, everyone,” Lon said, tongue gliding past his upper lip, “do not put words in her mouth, we all know what she' prefer you would put there,” he said with a wink that roused some lewd groans through the crowd. “How about we let her speak for herself?” 
	Yesterday felt as current as the glimpses of sunlight piercing through the crowd, fresh and festering in my mind. My lips trembled.
	“Y-you all came,” I began. 
	“We sure did.” 
	“Most of us multiple times.” 
	“I-I felt you a-all. Yo-you crammed one h-hearthy cock down my throat… plugged me me up, a-and let o-others take turns, fmmfs. Fmmfs…” 
	Lon gestured for me to continue. “Yes… tell us, my memory is blanking…” 
	“Ravaged me, jamming y-your meats into m pussy, slamming i-it down my ass. Fmmfs, aI fms I remember feeling, s-ssevearl at a timme, just, cramming in as much as they could fit, m-my a-ass is-is still s-s sore.” I heave out, doubling over as the memories turned vivid. I slump over in a presenting position, shoving my rear into the air. The pongos watch my pucker wink and tremble, still unable to close properly, stuck in a yawning clasp of convulsion. 
	“Oh, is that all you did? Gargle cocks all day from both end?” 
	“Mmffs, ag-got so much more, I mfm, got to eat out, everyone's mfms everyone's ass.” I continued. I felt a prisoner in a web of my own thoughts, constricting and wrangling around me to the point I couldn't make out what was me. 
	“Aren't you just the biggest pervert out there…” 
	“I it tasted so good, everyone' aas had their own flavor, some just sweaty, some puckers still shiny with filth,” I rambled on, brushing the paw soaked in my own fluids up along my gut, rubbing and matting my fur in a path of sticky slime. 
	“Tastes differently?” 
	“She remembers our flavor? This whore's insane, is she for real?” 
	“Hey Cock pig, how did my ass taste?” 
	“Mgmfs, it was foul,” I huffed out, my mind painting me the picture of the moment, he hadn't parted his cheeks, so I had to budge and wedge through them myself to get to the nasty pit, washed by the sheer putrid humidity wafting from his soiled nether. “It tasted like whey fermenting with molten copper.” 
	“Oh babe, paint me a picture why don't you. Your tongue is the brush, and my ass could use the new coat of paint,” he taunted and smacked his bare cheeks, the others erupting in laughter. I didn't even require prompting to ridicule myself.. I wanted to cry. But, all that came, was dripping out between my legs. 
	“You must have really missed us over the night, sorry we can't spear your ass all day long,” Lon flaunted. 
	“Mfms aphaa y-yws, I missed your cocks, I missed burying myself in your asses, I want it so much, I wanna fill my mcheemouth with dick so my cheeks bulge an-.” 
	“Cram it, Cock pig, we all have all heard your feelings on the matter.” 
	He… he silenced me… I as the one who… how could this… realization pumped through m mind, when I was silenced, all my mind could think about, was how much more I wanted to say. Every path led down the same road. 
	“We have all heard, just how filthy our Cock pig is, haven't we?” 
	“Yeah.” 
	“Oh boy yeah.”
	“She should sleep in a dumpster.” 
	“Pff, too good for her, she should be the dumpster.” 
	“She's already a cum dumpster.” 
	Their taunting cheer continued. Lon held up a hand. “Then, isn't it only right, that we clean up our toy whore, so she is ready to be used, just as she craves…” 
	A murmur travelled amongst the crowd. My mind, managed to resonate… I saw a waterfall ahead, pouring down a clean, crisp flood, washing out the grime from my coat, to flow down the river. My breathing nor pace found peace. 
	Lon smirked, fishing up his shaft. It throbbed in his palms, caressed to nurse the growing hard on. “Ready her up for the shower, boys.” 
	Confusion in the gang turned to heckling glee. The pongos tossed their pants in a pile. My mind pulsated, hitting my skull with each throb. The realisation fuelled fear… The promise of a clean shower, yanked from me, hurt. The sheer glee from them all worried me as they closed in; but, most of all, I was scared by how much more my body craved this. 


~ 1 ~


“Make yourselves ready.” 
	The circle had contracted, their legs forming prison bars in a circle around me, in each direction, there laid a shaft resting in eye height, clutched by an eager palm and aimed towards me. 
	“Cock pig,” Lon called out. 
	I peered up, breath caught in my throat. 
	“We are waiting.” 
	My mind twisted, wrings to form a single, painful word: beg. 
	“P-please, I need this s-shower so much, wash me clean with your piss, from your h-hot dicks, drown me, p-please I can't hold it.” Every other breath felt harder than the last. Pauses of relief only made the ache more prominent. The grin spread between the pongos. 
	“You heard the slut, are you gonna let her stay filthy, or help a poor whore our?” 
	“Mfms, yeah can't hold it in much more myself.” 
	“I didn't think she would be begging so soon.” 
	Dread consumed me, dread which tested into eager, aching with my heartbeat in a shared anticipation… First, came just one. A trickle that splattered on the floor, then given more force, a thread of liquid yellow cock dew splashing up my thigh, matting my stomach with a river of urine, and soon coming to a halt splattering my shoulder. The streaks of tepid streams warming my body, chilling my heart. Soon came another, then a third. They trickled up my back the rushing sound echoing near my ears, splatters of sultry pungency caressing my cheeks. 
	“Mmfaa, hwoo” 
	“Mhaa, there are goes.” 
	“Hose like that huh, fms, gosh I needed this.”
	The pongos joined in one after another. The surrounding air contaminated by the raw pungency infiltrating the airspace, saturating my breath with the raw processed bladder breath. The rush of the streams coursed, all converging onto me, a waterfall of deep amber, pale vitrine, and transparent beams all cascading. My ears flittering and splashing away the piss that splattered towards them, many aiming right at my forehead. I felt a crown of urine droop and drool along my head, forging fracturing rivers along my fur and flooding them with new paths as the urine drenched my frame. I opened my eyes, inhaling splotches of cock sewage, several beams aimed right into my parted lips… In the melange of colorful fluids, I saw facets of reflected sunlight, glistening to sparkle amongst them all, shining out to into my eyes. How could the sun still greet me? Was it here to punish me, judge me for my ways? All the promises of my training, of my art… 
	“Glrlgh, gharlglpw,” I gargled the fresh piss, taste buds overwhelmed with the scorching heat of fermented fluids stinking of wood shavings distilled into a bodily alcohol. I moaned. I thought, I had reached, my lowest. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I sank… down a swamp of golden fluids. The understanding, the one I thought I had several times… but this time, it slammed into me - not with a harsh smack, but a firm pinprick, searching out a sensitive nerve. The moan was genuine. And it happened again. I leaned back, gurgling piss and sloshing it through my teeth, swallowing and brushing my palms along my body, carrying the liquid under my arms, down my sides and back, between my abs, everywhere they didn't reach, washing myself in the overcast of ripe piss. 
	“This bloody bitch right here,” one called out and aimed his stream into my ear, his voice muffled from the liquid sloshes, “she's actually showering.” 
	“Are we gonna have to hold ourselves, who knows when this hore wants to take a shower next.” 
	“Do you really think it is a matter of if?” Lon said, to the vocal amusement of his crew. 
	I scrubbed the scorching fluids across me, soaking my frame, matting me down. It did little to aid in clearing off the grime, dirt and spunk trapped in myblack fur, congealed it, melding into it and clumping it together to bundles of steaming glue. Yet, I kept going… I arched my head back, a crescent of urine flicked from my coat staring up at the sky, watching the heckling, laughing faces of the surrounding troop of pongos, some acknowledging me, most chatting amounts themselves. Those were the ones that tugged on my mind the most, the ones that I couldn't let go from my thoughts. This, was just, natural. They acted this way, because I did not only let them… I encouraged it… this was all just… this was them, doing as I asked, fulfilling, my desires. 
	My heart, sunk again. I was up to my neck in the urine filled swamp. More and more of my mind lost to these desires… The parts of me that sunk deeper weren't in pain, weren't begging to be released, they were… pulsating with pleasure. Pleasure my mind rejected, all as they coated and splattered golden torrents across me, painting me in their steaming fluids. The part of me given in to it, was feeling wonderful. It wanted more, pleaded to my head to join it, to sink deeper, to feel the sheer pleasure it as experiencing in being abused by the whims of the apes' wishes. It asked me to give up thinking of my training, my goals… dreams. All that mattered now was the show of lurid heat soaking me from every direction… and… this, was coming from a majority of my mind. My resistance was faltering. Yet, I kept my head above the surface. 
	“Mfma aahs I l-love your piss coursing down me, mfms, all of m-me feel so warm, I am t-throbbing all over.” 
	“Go ahead, Cock pig, we don't mind you pleasuring yourself.” 
	I was already scratching between my legs, feeling the collected pools of urine cress against my lips and wheat my crotch tepid, swirling around piss in my palm and massaging it against my pussy, lubricating it. 
	“Mmf ammf more, I want everything your dick's got to offer. I have always loved you desired them, please l-let them wreck me.” The hardest part of staying above the surface, was hearing my mouth shape those words, those desires, without control, without agency to halt it. I was becoming a minority in my own mind. Outvoted, disregarded, and locked in a continual struggle for survival.
	All around me, was just decanting of briny liquid, the heat festering through my coat and invading my nerves. Chipping after breath, my chest heaving and constraining tighter after each breath, shrivelling like a prune. The world, the ring of apes laughing above me, begun to spin, revolving around me as my vision dimmed. Faintly, I heard their voices fade out… 
	“Hmm? What is that supposed to mean.” 
	“Is she supposed to do that.” 
	“Darn, bitch might be hungry.” 
	“Starved for cock, maybe.” 
	Then, it all blended into a drone.. I watched splotches of fluids above, twinkling with the reflective rays of the sun passing through. A final judgement from the morning sun I had grown up with, before I passed out. Consumed by a vast darkness. Sinking.