My Kingdom For A Horse Cock (Patreon)

Karen stood in the shower, hoping the feel of the steaming warm water cascading down her curvaceous body would restore a sense of normalcy to her. But every time that settled in, she made one little move and the elephant-big member between her legs brushed against her knees.

It was simply too big to ignore and it had a hair trigger too. Already the sensation of wetness and heat had given Karen a pounding erection that she’d jerked off by rote, depressed that a woman of her looks should have to resort to masturbation. But what could she say? She liked manly men and none of them would come within ten feet of her when she’d been cursed with this enormous futa cock.

Diana was taking hers in stride, of course. She’d just switched to her little Spartan skirt and she was good to go, like it wasn’t even an inconvenience that one of her precious Greek gods had gifted her and her friend with massive pricks.

According to her, all the Amazons were working on getting the curse lifted—yeah, no shit, Karen doubted a single one of those dykes liked the idea of their sexy princess sporting a boner—but until that god decided they’d suffered enough, they were out of commission. Some things were just too embarrassing to be seen in public with. And Karen wouldn’t even wear that costume Dinah had put on after getting rid of her fishnets.

So they’d resorted to the master of keeping things under wraps, Bruce Wayne, who had put them up in his Gotham penthouse. Not much chance of the paparazzi finding them there. Now Karen just had to deal with the fact that she’d gotten a twelve-inch hero in the one way she didn’t want to take it, that she was shacked up with a woman even she’d admit was hotter than her, and that her condition made it even more obvious when she was aroused than a skintight white suit.

She’d just turned off the shower spray when the doorbell rang. Karen wrapped a towel around her waist and slung another around her neck to cover her breasts. No one knew there was anyone in the private penthouse kept for Bruce Wayne’s exclusive use, so this visitor had to be there by invitation.

Maybe someone who could lift the spell, like Zatanna? Karen thought of those fishnet stockings on those long, long legs and had to fight off a new stirring in her horse cock. Goddammit, I just sent like a quart of jizz down the shower drain, how can you still want to fuck?

“Who’s there?” she asked once she was in the living room.

“Kory! Diana sent for me.”

Karen frowned suspiciously as she opened the door. Why would Diana want Kory around; wasn’t the goal to avoid getting these constant boners? Karen wouldn’t say that Kory was sexier than her, but it was a near thing. And the damn alien was much sluttier. Her costume was pretty much nothing but boob window. They were some great boobs too.

“What can I do for you, Kory? I just got out of the shower.”

Kory swept into the penthouse, all tits and ass and that perfect tan everyone on her world was lucky enough to be born with, making her look like she’d been dipped in fresh honey. “Then I wish I had gotten here sooner. I could’ve scrubbed your back.”

“Yeah,” Karen said, sure the eclectic Tamaranian meant that literally. “Wait right there. I’ve gotta dry my hair.”

Kory obediently sat down to wait patiently while Karen used the hair dryer. (She’d liked the sight of Karen in a towel, even if like all Earthers she decided that all the most interesting bits must be hidden from view. She’d especially liked the bulge Karen’s dick made as she walked, striking the inside of her cinched towel like a jungle drum beating. She hoped she’d made her interest clear, but Earthers could be so oblivious to the most self-evident socializing…)

Obviously, Karen wasn’t used to thinking with her dick. But as she worked the hairdryer over her shaggy mane, the thought popped into her head of what an attractive woman Kory was… in the same deserted apartment as her… wearing little more than a bikini, while she had on only two towels.

Shit, Peej, capes wearing skimpy outfits is nothing new! You didn’t think about sex all the time before! Karen wondered if it was karmic payback for all the lust she’d no doubt caused in her own scant costume. Captain Marvel had seemed almost intimidated by her. The Flash always seemed to vibrate a little more when she was around.

But now that she had a cock, every thought had some sexual implication, every action brought a desire, every feeling seemed to incorporate the log of meat between her legs. And it seemed to take nothing at all—much less a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Model like Kory Anders—to make her full and erect.

“Is that dryer any good?” Kory asked, standing in the doorway.

Karen looked up startled. “Oh, yeah… you would be interested in that. Obviously I don’t have your needs, but it’s good enough for me. Blows like crazy, which is good when I’m in a hurry.”

Kory smirked—not her usual wide grin—but something more insinuating, even naughty. “Blows like crazy?”

Karen coughed, trying to ignore the double entendre. She sat there at the vanity, next to naked, her prick half-hard and her hair dry. If she got up, Kory would see her growing erection, so she kept blowing and combing her hair. “So what brings you to Gotham, Kory?”

Kory sat on the bed. “Diana called me. She said you had a certain problem that made achieving sexual release difficult, but if someone had an open mind, they could help you out. Of course, I would be happy to work towards sexual release with you!”

Karen started to shake. She turned off the hairdryer and the room went silent. “You… would?”

“Of course, silly. There are many sentient species in the galaxy, with interesting appendages, both male and female. It’s said that travel broadens the mind and I have been to many, many worlds. I suppose one can’t expect a literally earth-bound species like humanity to have the same interest in relations outside their race.”

Sliding her feet out of her boots, Kory lifted them up onto the bed and curled them under her. Karen could see in the mirror how beautiful her legs were, long and bare up to the few tawdry straps that made up the bottom of her costume. Covering her buttocks and groin, but only in a whimsical way, like it was an accident of fashion rather than the intent of her clothing.

“Well, I mean, some of us aliens don’t look too far off from humans,” Karen said, running a brush through her hair.

“You look great,” Kory said coyly, biting a fingernail.

“Not all of me.”

“You’re right. Some of you is covered by those dumb towels,” Kory said. Her eyes, everything about her, was suddenly sensuous. She was like a cat ready to pounce. And for once in her life, Karen felt like prey, excited and ready and frightened in the sultriest possible way.

Karen quivered. She’d been alone with Kory before, but this was the first time the alien nympho had ever made a play for her. And while she had this donkey dick that Diana had apparently gauged Kory’s interest in. What the hell was she supposed to do?

Karen stood up, simply letting Kory see how her erection held up the towel at her waist. She walked to the closet and grabbed a kimono to wear—anything with pantlegs and all but the longest skirts were out if she wanted to keep her prick under wraps. Just as she was about to throw the robe on, she heard Kory say “Why?”

Karen turned, her arm in one of the kimono’s sleeves, its length falling across her body, still inside the concealing towel. “Why what?”

“Why should you get dressed? Wouldn’t it be simpler if I got naked?” Kory smiled and ran her hand through some of her voluminous hair. “Don’t be afraid, just come over here. I’d like to see what you’ve got for me.”

Karen put her other arm into the kimono and walked over to the bed, feeling like a Highlander with the towel still around her waist, preserving her modesty within the open kimono. “It’s not for you,” Karen said.

“Oh, I beg to differ.” Kory reached out and ran her fingertips along the knotted towel. She pulled at its tie until it began to come undone, drooping down to reveal Karen’s golden pubic hair. Her prick was fully erect, practically aimed at Kory with the towel barely hanging onto it.

“Kory, I don’t…”

“Shh, Karen, just relax. You may know how to get these things to come up, but I know how to do everything else with them.”

She sat up on the bed and flipped some of her red hair behind her shoulders, though there was plenty more to course in rivers down the front of her chest. Karen stood in front of her, quaking with a kind of excited fear.

“Turn around. Spread your legs a little,” Kory said.

Karen obeyed her. She knew she had a great ass—blooming thickly out from her solid waist, jutting out in firm roundness and then sweeping neatly down into the toned muscle of her thighs, a perfectly plump collection of curves that was every bit the match of her more famous breasts. She was even tempted to redesign her costume with a thong backing to show off her lush buttocks instead of hiding them within the conservative singlet she now wore.

But suddenly, with Kory’s breath hitting the small of her back, the Tamaranian’s feelings on her ass felt astonishingly, jaw-droppingly important.

Kory pulled the towel down just enough so that she could see where Karen’s ass began to swell out from the lovely tautness of her broad back. She saw Karen’s tailbone and the beginning of the cleft between her buttocks. The bare skin pleased her: soft and smooth, creamy and sensitive to the touch. She kissed the start of Karen’s round ass and Karen sighed, a little in surprise and a little in pleasure. Then Kory disdainfully undid the towel’s knot and tossed it aside.

The sight of Karen’s strong-muscled ass in full truly pleased Kory. She let out a little coo of appreciation, running her hands lovingly over the potently rounded cheeks before pushing them apart to show herself the puckered little opening that Karen’s soft buttocks hid so well. She brought her face between those spread glutes that her hands held apart and darted her tongue out to Karen’s sensitive little sphincter.

“Oh Rao!” Karen exclaimed, wondering what kind of sick mind Kory had to go for her asshole while she had a foot-long cock brimming with cum and raring to go. With it jutting out in the air before her as solidly as a monorail track, Karen felt precum seep down the curve of her bellend. There was no pretending Kory wasn’t getting her off with this, or at least starting to.

Kory began to kiss Karen’s buttocks, not to mention doing everything else to them. She bit the plush flesh, licked it, even just nuzzled her face against it. At the same time, she reached between Karen’s legs to her erection, taking hold of it from behind and giving it the most unusual… examination.

True, Karen’s knowledge of stimuli on that new organ was limited to her jacking it off herself, something she was familiar with from all the guys—well, not that many guys—she’d done it to. But Kory’s hands felt out Karen’s endowment like she was admiring the craftsmanship or something.

Karen was going crazy. She thought that she’d faint, the room spinning around her and her head an even greater cyclone of conflicting thoughts. She was sure this wasn’t what you were supposed to do when you were under a spell like this, but she loved what Kory was doing and she’d wanted the Tamaranian for as long as she could remember and now she wanted this new, exotic sensation to go on for hours.

Kory pushed her lovely face between Karen’s cheeks and Karen bent forward slightly, as if to accommodate the luscious redhead when she forced Karen’s anus open with her tongue. Lubricating the space inside with warm, beautiful saliva. Karen trembled and tittered and moaned out loud. It was like a strong hit of a drug, leaving her in an ecstatic high. She knew that if anything touched her prick she’d spurt immediately.

Kory finally slid her face back, her tongue trickling out of Karen’s asshole with one last lick. “Mmm… not bad… bath oil?”

Karen moaned in agreement, too excited to talk. She wanted more, more of those wondrous tingles that came with Kory’s sweet tongue wiggling around in her ass. She bowed forward, touching her toes.

With Karen bent down parallel to her downward facing erection, Kory considered that the woman could probably give herself a very oral kind of masturbation, though she didn’t suggest that. It might be too much for Karen; she knew many Earth women did not enjoy giving blowjobs.

Kory leaned forward to Karen’s prominently displayed asshole, seeing its tightness now gaping open a little from what she had done… but nowhere near how Donna or Raven’s assholes had gaped after she’d discovered the wonderful variety of strap-ons Earth had to offer.

“Is it safe to say I’ve pleased you, Karen?”

“Oh yes, yes…” Karen sighed.

“And you’d like more?”

“Please, yes, tongue my asshole!”

“Until you’re completely satisfied?” Kory pressed.

“For Rao’s sake, Kory, since when is it such an ordeal to get you to hop into bed?”

“Just making sure. Many people with your current apparatus can be very particular about what orifices can be used in such a way. Nightwing, for instance, had no problem when my opening was the one being tongued—nor did I, to be quite honest…”

“GODDAMMIT KORY!”

“Usually people are most curious about our sex lives,” Kory said innocently, awash in confusion, but she supposed this was one more Earther peculiarity, even if Karen had only been raised on Earth, not born there.