Pleasure Cruise - Part XIV (Patreon)

1,300+ words bring us into a very interesting evening performance...

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Carina had straddled the line between consciousness and slumber through much of her afterglow. Chyme had drifted off, curled up near Carina’s feet. The blue-dicked woman pushed herself out of her haze and looked over to Neome and Taylor.

The six-breasted woman was coming out of a similar pleasure fugue, gently shifting off of her a sleeping Taylor. Neome guided her slumping body in the direction of Chyme’s, and the pair unconsciously cuddled together on the floor.

“Aren’t they cute?” Neome smiled.

“If they weren’t making out with each other before, they certainly should try now,” Carina whispered back.

“Want to see if seating for the show has started yet?”

“Sure.”

The doors to the auditorium had opened during the pair’s double tryst, and Carina and Neome made their way down through the rows. They sat about six back from the stage, Carina taking the second seat in. As she sat down the fabric of her skirt rolled back and her blue shaft stood up proud from her thighs. Neome took the aisle seat so she could shift to the side and let some of her multiplied breast mass hang into the open space.

This, however, quickly became problematic as fellow passengers looking for seats would occasionally brush Neome’s sensitive skin as they passed. Neome would gasp and twitch, and Carina giggled as she smelled her companion grow aroused.

Before boarding the Mestra Neome would have let Carina’s laughter go without response, shying from the confrontation. But here she sat with six bared breasts in a growing crowd of people, her pussy blue from the strange cum of the woman she’d fucked. Shyness, at least around Carina, had long shriveled away.

“Oh! Hey! Ohh…” Carina hissed and then melted as Neome’s hand gripped the rubber clit cock. Neome’s fingers were wrapped around it’s shaft just under the ridge of the head, her thumb playing with the apex of the glans.

“I’ll let go when people stop...unf...bumping me,” Neome whispered as another guest passed. Carina responded with a wriggle and an eyeroll, doing her best to keep from exploding like a cum fountain.

Neome maintained her unexpected dominance over the situation by not even looking at her roommate. Instead she observed the crowd entering the auditorium. Just as it had been in the Lido Deck, most cruise guests were still completely - visibly - human. But a few stuck out in the crowd.

Two young women in light flowery sundresses were arm and arm, walking with a drunken swagger. One of them had a monkey tail which slipped out from the bottom of her dress and vanished under the hem of her companion’s. And that woman’s sundress was unusually tented up top, revealing that she now had three large breasts with very hard and thick nipples. They took a pair of seats in the center section, tail and hands further pleasuring the moaning triple-chested gal as they settled in.

Another two women - or was it woman? - next grabbed Neome’s attention. It was a ginger and a brunette who were also unsteady on their feet, but the six-breasted woman believed it was for a reason other than alcohol. They wore a skirt and sandals, but were topless. Neome could see the duo’s upper bodies appeared normal down to just past their belly buttons. From there their midriffs tucked in and came together like a V, angled just slightly towards one another. Each of their central breasts pushed against the other with their center arms tucked back and behind the other’s torso.

The skirt obscured their lower body beyond their hips, but beyond the hem one pale leg and one tan leg appeared. They were chatting and giggling with each other, one’s hand often caressing the other’s breasts or cheek. This was clearly a distraction from the coordination of their shared gait, but eventually they squeezed themselves into a seat down aways from Neome.

Next was a woman with a deep fake tan, and a broad hourglass figure. She wore a silky flower-patterned sarong that wrapped around her exaggerated hips and toned legs. Long black hair stretched down beyond her bulging rear. Her breasts were larger than two-thirds of Neome’s combined, and bare.  Neome could see two reasons why the woman may have opted to go topless - two long hard dicks, each about seven inches long, were wobbling atop the curve of her tits in place of her nipples. She, too, had to shimmy her generous hips into a seat. Her breasts were so large, and her nipple cocks so long, that their heads tapped the back of the seat in front of her.

Beyond those notable guests Neome again noticed a cat-ear-adorned head here, one woman walking like a tripod with a third leg flanked by a pair of drooling pussies there. The auditorium was quickly reaching capacity, and the lights began to dim. Neome released her grip on Carina’s clit cock and finally looked over to her. Her roommate was limp in her seat, a bead of light blue pre-cum dribbling down the head.

Carina hadn’t observed anything. Her head was back and looking up while taking deep breaths trying to control herself, and she playfully narrowed her eyes at Neome - who gave a mischievous grin.

As the house lights came down a spotlight blinked on. From behind the curtains a woman stepped forward. She was dressed like a Las Vegas magician. A black bustier was buttoned up her torso, her legs on display wrapped in black fishnet. She wore black heels and a black jacket with tails that curled slightly behind her. Atop her head sat a tophat, also black, of course.

But that jacket was not all that had tails. Puffed out just above the woman’s ass, sticking through a cut in the fabric, was a white rabbit’s tail. Growing out from each side of her head, through the magician’s dark brunette hair, were two white rabbit ears. Her nose was slightly pulled in and pinkish, her front teeth gently bucked, and wispy whiskers grew from her cheeks. Beneath the woman’s bustier were a series of lumps that gave the impression she was similarly altered in the bust department as Neome was.

“Good evening Mestra cruise guests!” the magician announced to the audience, “I am Zynthia the Magnificent, and I am so honored to be not only a guest on this ship alongside you but your entertainment for the evening!”

Zynthia took her hat and bowed at the applause, her upper breasts shaking and nearly pouring out of the bustier. Her long ears swung and twitched. As the audience quieted she stood up and carefully returned the hat to her head.

“Now, as I suppose many of you have experience thus far on this cruise, I didn’t arrive at the docks this morning with the traits - and libido - of a bunny. My act is a bit mature, and given that I look like a Playbunny now the changes are on brand. But I don’t actually do any tricks with rabbits, which always seemed to disappoint some people. So now I can be both the magician and the rabbit in a hat. Although, given how this is making me feel in certain places, I do wish I carried carrots around with me.”

There was a bit of laughter from the audience, more than Carina and Neome would have expected from a sober audience. Zynthia gladly took the praise and smiled, strutting across the stage towards the center of the curtain.

“Now, I’ve got a couple tricks for you this evening, broken up through three acts. You see, I do a combination of physical tricks and mesmerism, and the Captain has granted my show certain enhancements I wouldn’t normally have on dry land. I’ll be using some volunteers this evening, and I ask that they only be individuals who haven’t had any changes yet and are open to experiencing the unknown! So who’s interested in going first!?!”

to be continued...