Meeting Hoshoka Ch. 13

Hello again readers! Thank you as always for sticking around for another installment of Hoshoka's story. This one ran a little long and took a bit more time than I'd wanted; I hurt my back and sitting down in my comfortable writing chair wasn't happening for a week. But I'm better now, and I think this is a fun chapter.

CW: BBW, Monsterfucking (oni on human male, oni on human female), futanari play, pegging, creampie eating, a whole fucking lot of emotional tenderness.

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"You think you can defeat Emily the Oni and steal her man? Bring it on, you cow, and I'll add you to my harem!"

I was flat on my back on Emily's bed, naked, handcuffed to the bedframe with fluffy pink cuffs. There was a towel under me. Emily was standing over me, nude save for a headband with little plush horns on it and a pair of snug tiger-striped panties that really emphasized how big her ass had already gotten in the few weeks since she moved in. She emphasized her words with a few emphatic gestures, armed with a floppy, translucent-blue dildo whose knobby texture made it a passable stand-in for an oni's iron club.

"Who are you calling a cow, you tasty little piglet? Submit to me or I'll turn you and your man into fuckmeat faster than you can speak the name of Hoshoka of the Iron Belly!"

Hoshoka, standing in the doorway of the room, pointed a long-nailed finger dramatically at Emily, her eyes flashing like fire. She was fully nude, her hair fluffed out and unruly, and I think she'd lengthened her tusks for a wilder effect. Her breasts and belly swung with each overly-exaggerated movement like she was a one-woman Kabuki porno.

Hoshoka stalked into the room slowly, like a lioness sizing up her prey. Emily stepped down off her bed, confident to the point of pridefulness.

"Oh? You're approaching me? Instead of running away, you're coming right to me?" Emily sneered.

"I can't fuck your fat little cunt without getting closer," Hoshoka retorted.

"Then by all means, get as close as you want," Emily replied, lunging with the dildo and playfully tapping the head of it against the valley between Hoshoka's breasts.

Hoshoka cackled and stepped forward, sweeping Emily up in her arms and throwing her over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The dildo fell from Emily's hands, bouncing across the floor, and the headband went flying.

"Now I've got you, you little false oni!" she cried out, "And you'll pay for your deception!"

Curling one powerful arm around Emily's waist to hold her steady, Hoshoka began spanking her with the open palm of her other hand. With each resounding slap against her jiggling ass cheeks, Emily yelped, pretending to struggle against Hoshoka's irresistable embrace.

"And now your punishment really begins, little slut!" Hoshoka howled, hooking her thumb in the waistband of Emily's panties and stripping them off her in one smooth motion. She paused long enough to hold them up to her nose and take a joyful sniff before artfully tossing them on to my face. My nose was full of the sweet smell of Emily's soaked pussy, and I could feel the dampness of the fabric on my skin. My cock throbbed; thankfully I had one eye uncovered so I could still watch the show.

"What a delicious-looking ass you've got, my little cupcake," Hoshoka chuckled as she playfully spread Emily's ass cheeks. "And this pussy of yours... so nice and fat... and such a lovely little nest of curls you've started to grow..."

After their initial hookup, with Emily's blessing, Hoshoka had begun regrowing her luxuriously thick underarm and pubic hair; shortly thereafter, Emily stopped shaving as well. Her own bush was much thinner than Hoshoka's, a neat patch of sparse, mousy-brown curls that didn't even try to hide the plumpness of her mound.

Shifting her grip, Hoshoka neatly repositioned Emily into a standing 69 position, the smaller woman's chubby legs hooked over the oni's shoulders. Given their difference in size, however, Emily's face wasn't anywhere close to Hoshoka's pussy; she could kiss and play with Hoshoka's soft, round belly, but that was as far as she could reach, and her own heavy breasts were almost hanging in the way of that.

"Emily, my love," Hoshoka said sweetly but firmly, "I need you to promise me you'll tap out when you start feeling dizzy or light-headed. You and Dave can't both be dumbasses with zero sense of self-preservation in this relationship." Her tusks shrank down and tucked themselves under her lower lip as she spoke.

Emily lifted her face from the crease in Hoshoka's belly rolls where she'd already planted herself, and said, "Don't worry, I'll tap out if I need to!"

"Good," Hoshoka said, shaking some stray hair out of her face before launching an all-out oral attack on Emily's pussy. She dove right in, slurping and lips smacking, eliciting a startled squeak from her mortal lover. Hoshoka moaned, a low, guttural sound, deep into Emily's wet folds, pressing her face into the smaller woman's pale, plump butt.

Slowly, Hoshoka lifted her face out of Emily's ass, strings of drool and slickness linking them for a moment.

"Who gave you permission to taste so fucking good?" she asked, rhetorically, her voice husky with lust. Before Emily could respond, Hoshoka's face was pressed into her ass again as the oni lapped hungrily at her pussy.

I tossed my head a bit to get Emily's panties out of my face so I could enjoy the show better. A droplet of precum was already beading on the head of my hard cock just from watching.

Hoshoka lifted her head again, mouth agape, her sinuous python of a tongue slithering over Emily's pussy lips before easing them apart and plunging into her. Emily gasped and squirmed as inch after inch of Hoshoka's powerful tongue pushed inside her, probing deeper and deeper, but the oni held her tightly, ensuring she she wasn't going to squirm out of her tongue-fucking.

Before long, I guessed Emily had eight or nine inches of tongue inside her, and from what I could see of Hoshoka's face I didn't think it was a straight insertion. No, her tongue was definitely exploring, coiling and uncoiling inside Emily's pussy, and Emily was loving it.

"Ohhh, fuck, Mama, fuck! Fuck me with your tongue, Mama, please, please please put it all the way in!" Emily moaned desperately.

Hoshoka chuckled around her own tongue and began bobbing her head, pushing her tongue in deeper still. Emily squealed and begged for more, but before long she was reduced to wordless moans of pleasure.

"Gonna... cum..." she managed finally, struggling to catch her breath enough to put two words together.

Hoshoka tried to say something in response, but her tongue was in the way, and she was in no mood to reel it in just to speak. Instead she just growled, deep in her throat, thrusting her tongue more aggressively into Emily's sopping, shuddering pussy.

With a long moan pitching up into a scream of pleasure, half-muffled in Hoshoka's plush belly, Emily came, a gush of slickness splashing against Hoshoka's face and spilling over Emily's delicious ass. Hoshoka held her steady until the last trembling ripples of her orgasm subsided, and then slowly eased her tongue out of Emily's pussy.

"Fuck," she growled finally, "You taste so. Fucking. Good."

She carefully turned Emily rightside up and lowered her on to the bed next to me; dazed, Emily flopped back against the mattress, her head coming to rest on my bicep. She looked over at me, eyes not really focusing.

"That tongue is too good, Dave," she said dreamily. Hoshoka chuckled.

"Poor Dave," the oni said, sitting next to us and wiping her mouth. "You thought this was going to be a sexy game where you're taken hostage and used for pleasure, and we kind of fucked that idea up, didn't we? Your poor cock must be so hard and so desperate right now, isn't it?"

All I could do was nod. Hoshoka idly teased the head of my cock with one finger tip, playing with my oozing precum.

"So what can I do for my sweet boy? Should I suck his fat, sexy cock until he explodes in my mouth? Or maybe... maybe I should ride him, take him balls deep in Mama's fat, greedy cunt, and empty his balls that way? Or... maybe... maybe... Mama should get her cock out and fuck her sweet boy and make him cum all over himself?"

Emily giggled. "I vote for number three," she said, tweaking one of my nipples.

"So that's one vote for Mama getting her fat, hard, throbbing cock out, lubing it up really good and sliding it into my sweet boy's tight little ass," Hoshoka purred. "And how would my sweet, sweet boy like to vote? It is his aching, full balls and sexy, thick cock that're begging for release, after all..."

My cock twitched, precum running down the length of it, just from Hoshoka's sultry, smoky tones.

"Take me however you want, Mama," I told her earnestly. "But I might cum at the first touch."

"Mmmmm," Hoshoka hummed, running her tongue over her lips eagerly. "Making love to your tender ass it is, then. I've been teasing about it so long, I wouldn't want to keep you waiting another moment."

She gave Emily a look.

"Cupcake, my love, I want you to promise me you won't try sucking his cock while I'm fucking him. I don't want you choking on an unexpected blast of cum again. I'm expecting him to cum like a fountain, between the teasing and me hitting his prostate."

Emily pouted slightly. "I promise," she said.

"Good girl," Hoshoka replied, reaching out to tousle her hair. "Now go get Mama the lube from her bedroom, okay?"

Emily rolled off the bed and toddled off to our bedroom. Hoshoka lowered herself smoothly to her knees and hoisted my legs up over her shoulders.

"I've been waiting for this for so long, sweet boy," she purred, "thank you for giving Mama the gift of your ass."

"Be gentle," I managed.

"I promise," she replied, gently kissing her way down the length of my cock and over my balls before beginning to lavish attention on my asshole. Her tongue swirled over me, caressing and tender as it probed me open.

"Fuck, that's hot," I heard Emily say as she reentered the room. "You sure you don't want me sucking his cock for this?"

Hoshoka paused in her licking and chuckled. "You really are gunning for onihood, aren't you, cupcake? Yes, I'm sure, and I'd sit on you to make you behave if I wasn't about to be up on my feet. You just enjoy the show, please."

Emily plopped herself, still nude, in a chair, throwing one leg over its arm as she made herself comfortable. Hoshoka gave her a sly smirk, and then turned her attention back to me. Her tongue uncoiled, spilling out past her lips, the tip flicking back and forth before gently pushing into me.

Rimjobs, both giving and receiving, had become a commonplace act for Hoshoka and I over the past few months since we'd started it; Emily enjoyed watching Hoshoka rim me, but hadn't yet steeled herself for performing the act herself. Even the thought of receiming a rimming made her old shyness flare up again.

I gasped and moaned as she slid into me, and she gave a low moan as well. Astonishingly, her tongue somehow managed to avoid my prostate; I could feel it moving inside of me, deftly resisting the urge to press and make me cum instantly. But this rimjob wasn't aimed at giving an orgasm, just relaxing me and opening me up. Her tongue moved in and out of me with a slow, steady rhythm, encouraging me to let myself sink into the experience and focus on being pleasured.

I don't know how long Hoshoka was at it, but eventually she slowly, sloowly pulled her tongue out of me ass. Wiping the spit off her chin with the back of her hand, the oni stood up, revealing her freshly-grown cock, erect and eager. She'd opted for a smaller than usual penis today out of recognition I'd never gotten fucked before. It stood out almost ramrod straight, featuring only the gentlest of upward curvature; no foreskin, and fully erect it probably stood at around 7 or 8 inches in length. The shaft was the same bright red as her skin, with the head shading into the same purplish tone of her nipples. Beneath it hung a pair of huge, heavy balls, each the size of an orange - while she'd opted for a smaller penis today, she hadn't given herself a commensurately smaller set of testicles. Was it a power move on her part?

"My eyes are up here, sweet boy," she said with a grin, tilting my chin up with a finger to make eye contact.

I blushed. "It looks good on you, Mama," I said.

"I hope it feels even better than it looks," she said with a bright smile. She squeezed a generous dollop of lube out over her erect cock, and gave another squirt to my ass for good measure. As she massaged it into a slippery coating over her entire cock, she bit her lower lip gently.

"I've been aching for this, sweet boy," she said softly. "I want to share every sexual pleasure in this world and the next with you. I mean it - thank you for this gift."

She lined herself up with my hole and very gently began pressing in. My ass opened to welcome her, drawing matching gasps from both of us.

"O-Oh! Somebody's body is ready for this," Hoshoka giggled. My attention was focused up on her - her radiant face, framed in waves of ink-black hair, her warm, honey-colored eyes and bright smile; her heavy breasts almost hanging into my lap as she held my legs up and wide; her soft, wobbling belly pressing into my thighs. She looked amazing, and I felt so right and so ready with her cock easing into my ass.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Emily leaning forward in her chair, enjoying the show Hoshoka and I were putting on. Her own hand was drifting down towards her pussy as she watched, her eyes locked on us.

"That's it, sweet boy," Hoshoka cooed, "you're nice and relaxed and you feel so nice to Mama..."

"Y-you feel so good in me," I stammered; the heat of her body seemed extra concentrated in her cock, and that heat radiated through me in a way that was incredibly soothing and relaxing. She was taking her time entering me, gently pushing in an inch at a time and watching my reaction, ensuring she wasn't hurting me and that I was continuing to enjoy it.

She very slowly began to thrust in me, rocking her hips back and forth. Her balls slapped lightly against my ass cheeks, like a slow clap for what we were doing. Very quickly her head tilted back, eyes drifting shut in pleasure. I'm not sure whose breathing was coming more raggedly, hers or mine.

"This... this is the best ass I've ever fucked," Hoshoka murmured, half to me and half to herself. "Nice and snug fitting, not too tight or too loose... Hells, sweet boy, I might cum too fast if I'm not careful! You feel that good!"

"I'm - ohhhh - I'm glad, Mama," I managed. "If you thrust any faster I'm go-gonna cum instantly... ta-take your time..."

"I want to see this last too..." Emily added softly, her breathing coming faster as she started to rub herself. "Fuck, Dave, you look so hot like this..."

"He does, doesn't he?" Hoshoka replied, pausing with her cock buried balls deep in me. I couldn't help but whimper and squirm at the sense of pressure she was making me feel.

"That's it, sweet boy, doesn't that feel good?" Hoshoka asked, her voice almost sing-song. "Just relax and savor that nice, deep, full feeling... Just like how I love having you balls deep in my fat ass..."

She slowly pulled back, easing almost all the way out of me, and held herself there for a few heartbeats as well, making me aware of the empty sensation in my guts without her cock buried deep.

"How are you feeling, Dave?" Hoshoka asked softly. "Are you ready for a faster rhythm?"

"I..." I paused, forcing myself to pay attention to how my body was feeling. Even with lube and her reduced size, it was still a lot of cock to be taking my first time. But I felt safe with Hoshoka, knew she'd stop in an instant if it got uncomfortable. I trusted her completely.

"Let's try it," I said, smiling up at her. She grinned back and blew me a kiss, then adjusted the angle she was holding my hips at and began to thrust more energetically.

"Oh! Oh fuck, that feels so good..." she moaned softly.

All I could respond with was a low, drawn out "Oh fuckkkkkkk Mamaaaaaaaa..."

My cock throbbed with each thrust, my balls tight and desperate to empty themselves. I was struggling to hold back, wanting to make sure Hoshoka could go as long as she wanted in me. I could feel her cock twitching inside me, beating against the insides of my guts, and I knew she was facing the struggle of not cumming too quickly as well.

"Oh, Dave! Dave Dave Dave Dave Dave..." Hoshoka murmured as she rolled her hips against mine. "I want to fill you up so bad..."

"Do it Mama, cum in me, cum in your sweet boy," I moaned.

"Cum in himmmmm!" Emily echoed needily.

"You two!" Hoshoka said joyously, "Both of you are such hot little sluts, I love it! I love it!"

She began to thrust faster, her slick cock pistoning in and out of my ass. I gasped and moaned as my cock throbbed harder, precum pouring from the head like a faucet from the feeling of her cock head sliding back and forth against my prostate. My legs were shaking in Hoshoka's embrace, and it felt like she was trembling too.

"Let me try something," she groaned, and spread my legs a little wider. She leaned forward, allowing her breasts to spill into my lap, Instantly my cock was engulfed in a mountain of warm boobage, trapped between them and her belly, my precum smearing across them as they rubbed against me.

"This might help control the mess you're going to make," she grunted with a smile, still thrusting.

"Hiding my view of Dave's cock," Emily pouted, despite her fingers massaging her clit.

"If you want a better view, get into bed with us," Hoshoka grunted.

"Don't make him cum until I'm settled," Emily said, getting up off the chair and climbing into bed next to my head. I felt her run her fingers through my hair.

"It's so hot that you're taking it up the ass," Emily purred to me.

"Are you settled?" Hoshoka asked.

"Give it to him, Mama," Emily replied, rubbing slick fingers against my lips for me to taste.

Hoshoka picked up her pace, her wide hips rolling in a figure-8 as she made love to me, her huge balls tight against my ass as she drove her shaft deep inside. Her breasts jiggled and bounced against my own cock with each thrust, giving me a warm, tender massage.

"Dave," Hoshoka moaned softly. "Fuckkkk... my sweet boy... I fucking love you..."

I'm not sure which one of us came first. Maybe it was simultaneous. Just suddenly a long blast of my cum arced upwards from Hoshoka's cleavage, raining down on my chest and stomach, the last few spurts spilling slowly out from between her breasts and running in lazy rivulets over her nipples. At the same (or close enough) time, Hoshoka groaned deep in the back of her throat, a guttural, almost bestial sound as her cock throbbed inside of me. Each flex of her shaft felt like it was on the verge of lifting me off the bed, and the hot rush of her cum flooding me was like nothing I'd ever felt before.

We stayed like that, her cock buried deep inside me, for a few moments after we both finished cumming, just breathing hard and staring at each other. Hoshoka blushed, her cheeks shading a deeper red.

"That... that was amazing..." she breathed softly.

"Y-yeah..." I managed, my eyes wide and my legs still shaking.

"That was fucking hot you two," Emily added, shifting position so she could kneel, getting down on her hands and knees to lick the cooling cum off my chest.

Slowly, I felt Hoshoka's erection soften, her cock falling out of my ass with a little bit of a wet "pop" noise. She sat back on her haunches, gently lowering my hips back down on to the towel.

"Clench for me for a minute?" She asked, softly. I nodded, squeezing my ass cheeks together.

She shifted position, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I'm feeling weak in the knees after that," she giggled. "Nobody's made me feel like that in centuries! Hells, thank you, sweet boy! Emily, when you're done cleaning him up would you mind uncuffing him? I want to kneel on the floor for the next part and I'm going to want him right on the edge of the bed."

With a slurp, Emily lifted her head and gave Hoshoka a thumb's up.

"On it, Mama," she said, catching an errant drip of cum off her lips with a finger and popping it back into her mouth.

Grabbing the key off the nightstand, Emily uncuffed me and gave me a messy kiss before helping me slide down to the edge of the bed. Hoshoka lowered herself down on to the floor, rearranging herself to be kneeling in front of me.

"You know what I want, don't you, sweet boy?" Hoshoka purred. "What we talked about the night before Emily and I hooked up..."

All I could do was nod. My ass ached from the fucking I'd gotten, a deep, dull throb, and my cock wanted to rise but was nowhere near ready to after the orgasm Hoshoka had given me.

"Ooh, what did you talk about?" Emily asked, fascinated, leaning in like she was learning some hidden lore. Hoshoka smirked and blew a kiss at the smaller woman.

"The night before you and I hooked up," Hoshoka said, her voice low and sultry, "I gave our sweet boy here a very deep, passionate... aggressive... possessive... rimjob while stroking his fat cock. I needed to make sure he knew you weren't replacing him in my heart and cunt. Only I surprised him with something a little extra... naughty. I caught his cum in my hand... smeared it between his sexy fucking ass cheeks... and then licked him clean. The whole time telling him how much I wanted to fuck him in the ass, cum in him and lick him clean. Well, I've fucked him and filled him with my cum, so..."

Emily was wide-eyed listening to this, a grin growing wider and wider across her round face.

"You're incredible, Mama," she said, awestruck. "You're like, the ultimate porno goddess."

Returning her attention to me, Hoshoka smiled broadly. "Are you ready for this, sweet boy? Last chance to back out!"

"I-I'm ready," I moaned, my cock starting to stiffen again.

"Good boy," Hoshoka purred. "You can unclench for Mama now."

I relaxed my ass cheeks and opened my legs wide. Hoshoka ran her strong hands up my thighs, and gave an admiring grunt as she surveyed her handiwork.

"You took Mama's cock really well for your first time," she said sweetly, spreading my ass cheeks a little. "I think I may have been a bit big for you still, so I'm sorry if it was too much. This delicious little hole of yours looks like it needs some tender, loving care..."

Her head dipped down, and I felt her kiss my ass softly, lovingly. I felt her tongue flick against it, collecting a little bit of the cum I could feel beginning to ooze out of me. I gasped as her tongue curled against my asshole, swirling as it collected her own spunk.

"Ohhhh, this is good..." Hoshoka murmured as she came up for breath. "This is even hotter than I thought it would be..." Her head dipped again as she lapped joyfully at my well-fucked ass, moaning happily as she licked me clean.

"Oh, Mama, you dirty, dirty girl," Emily said softly, barely audibly, as she watched Hoshoka's passionate rimming. "That's it, Mama, clean up your mess... show our sweet boy's cute butt all the love in the world..."

"You wanna get down here with me, cupcake?" Hoshoka asked wetly, lifting her head just long enough to pose the question before resuming her tender ministrations.

"Oh! Um, Dave, do you, uh, want me to help with that?" Emily stammered, blushing furiously.

I rolled my head towards her, eyes not really focusing. I was utterly blissed out. I think I said, "Do whatever feels right to you" but my memory's a little bit fuzzy. I do know that Emily gave me one more kiss on the lips before getting down off the bed.

"Dave's taken care of, let me take care of you Mama," I heard her say.

I think I must have either dozed off from the powerful orgasm and Hoshoka's gentle rimming, or just straight up passed out from the intense fucking I'd received. The next thing I knew, Hoshoka was waving a slice of pizza under my nose.

"Oh Dave... Daaaaaaaave... Sweet boy... Mama has dinner for you..." she sang softly. "Can you sit up and take nourishment, or have I fucked you boneless?"

I rose up to one elbow, and took a bite of the offered pizza.

"Only semi-boneless," I mumbled around a mouthful of cheese and pepperoni. Hoshoka giggled and helped me fully sit up.

"How are you feeling, sweet boy? Did you enjoy being on the receiving end of a good hard cock for a change?" she asked, smiling sweetly. She'd pulled on a big T-shirt and it looked like she'd brushed her hair as well while waiting for the pizza and for me to wake up. Her cock was gone, replaced by her usual furry vulva.

"I'm feeling good," I told her sleepily. "And it was... intense. I think I did enjoy it though."

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," she said, leaning down to feed me more pizza. "There's a stack of pizzas in the kitchen with a box of hot wings, soda and vodka. Emily's already on the couch. Are you ready to join us? I can carry you downstairs if your legs are still feeling weak."

"Mmm, I wouldn't say no to being carried, Mama," I told her with a smile, raising my arms.

She put the crust of the pizza slice between her teeth and scooped me into her arms. I wrapped my arms around her neck and let her pick me up. She carried me downstairs and deposited me on the couch next to Emily, then turned back towards the kitchen to fill a plate for me.

Emily had put on a tank top that barely contained her luxurious breasts and a pair of panties that clung to her ass as tightly as Hoshoka or I did, but was otherwise nude, a plate of pizza and wings balanced on her stomach. She looked up at me with her big doe eyes as Hoshoka put me down, wing sauce and bleu cheese smudged around her lips and finger tips.

"You were so fucking hot up there," she mumbled around a mouthful of food.

"I'm glad it was a good show," I said as I shifted position. "I'm going to be walking funny for a couple days, I think."

She swallowed and picked up a paper towel, dabbing her lips. "I hope it was worth it," she added.

Hoshoka sashayed back into the room, carrying a plate of pizza and wings for me and an entire pizza box for herself. She plopped down onto the couch between us, handing me my plate and opening the box to reveal a dozen wings and three quarters of a pizza. She gave me a look, one eyebrow arched.

"Well, sweet boy?" she asked. "Was getting fucked in the ass by Mama worth it?" She smiled to show me it wasn't a serious interrogation.

"It's an intense experience," I replied, "and I don't know that it's something I'd necessarily ask for, but I'm more than happy to do it for you, Mama, because I know it's something you really love."

"That's sweet of you," Hoshoka said as she started in on another slice of pizza. "I'll try not to abuse the privilege too frequently... but I can't be held responsible for what your hot ass does to me."

Finishing the slice, Hoshoka selected a drumstick, drunked it in a cup of bleu cheese, and sheared the meat off the bone... and then crunched down on the bone itself.

"The spicy food available to you," she mused, "is marvelous. I could name a dozen oni from back in the day who would have gladly sucked a hundred unwashed cocks for a plate of these chicken wings. And all I had to do was press a few buttons on the phone. So luxurious!"

"The only cock you've got to suck is Dave's," Emily said with a playful smirk, "and it seems like he keeps it well-washed for us!"

Hoshoka arched an eyebrow. "There's no 'have to' about it, cupcake, sucking our sweet boy's cock is a 'get to' experience! Though probably one we should wait on until we're not eating hot wings..."

I grinned at them both. "Thank you for not putting hot sauce on my cock!"

"Cake frosting would be an option though..." Emily mused with a sly smile.

"Cock and chocolate at the same time?" Hoshoka grinned. "This is how you won my heart, cupcake. Which one of you has a birthday next?"

"Mine's in April," Emily said, shaking her head.

"I'm in May," I said. "When's yours, Mama?"

Hoshoka thought for a moment, her brows furrowed.

"I haven't thought about it in a long time," she said slowly, "but I was born in the season we called Shōsetsu. I'm not sure what that equates to on your calendar."

Emily wiped her hands on a paper towel, grabbed her phone off the end table and did some quick Googling.

"The traditional Japanese calendar had 72 microseasons, divided into 24 groups..." she read off, skimming down the page for Shōsetsu.

"Mama, your birthday is like, next week!" she announced, sitting up straighter and almost sending her plate crashing to the floor. "We need to celebrate!"

Hoshoka blinked.

"I haven't celebrated my birthday since I was mortal..." she started to say, but Emily cut her off.

"All the more reason we should celebrate it now! We need to make up for lost time! You can't be looking at doing sexy things for our birthdays and not let us do the same for you."

Hoshoka held up her hands in surrender.

"You win, cupcake," she purred. "You may plan a birthday celebration for Mama."

***

Given the opportunity to plan Hoshoka's first birthday party in centuries, Emily threw herself headlong into the task. She delegated any and all trips out to the store for supplies to me, but I'm guessing she must have had some ideas ahead of time because she'd begun birthday shopping before Hoshoka finished her third pizza. Within a few days, packages began to arrive on our doorstep.

Hoshoka was eager to start opening these packages - after all, they were *for* her, right? Emily had zero patience for that rationale however. I wasn't witness to it, but apparently the first time Hoshoka grabbed a box off the front porch and tried to open it, Emily almost tackled her. Here's the story, as Emily and Hoshoka related it to me afterwards.

"No! Not yet!" she yelled, "You have to wait for your birthday to open it!"

Hoshoka went wide-eyed in surprise, then her eyes narrowed to golden slits. She stood up, towering over Emily.

"No one... has said 'no' to me... in a very long time," she said, her voice low and thoughtful. "My gut reaction is to not accept it, but for you, cupcake, and Dave... I will let myself be told 'no,' I suppose. You had better hide these packages, though, before I change my mind and fuck the word 'no' out of your vocabulary."

Emily looked more than a little spooked; Hoshoka had been pretty mellow since they'd met, and the oni hadn't done much in the way of exerting her dominant charm over the smaller woman. So she hadn't seen this side of Hoshoka before.

"Mama...?" Emily squeaked. Hoshoka blinked.

"Oh! Oh, fuck, I'm sorry, cupcake! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!" She said, dropping to one knee to give Emily the height advantage.

"Are you okay, Emily?" Hoshoka asked, nervous.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," Emily stammered a little. "I think I just saw a bit more of the Demon Shogun there than I'm used to, I'll be okay."

Hoshoka pursed her lips. "I'm sorry I scared you," she said, softly but firmly. "Some of... the old me... came out unexpectedly when you yelled, but it's not your fault. Is there anything I can do for you to help fix this?"

Emily shook her head. "No, Mama," she said, "I'll be okay, honest. It just took me by surprise. But if you're cool with hugging me, I'd like a hug."

"Of course, Em- cupcake," Hoshoka replied, wrapping her arms gingerly around the smaller woman.

"It's okay, you can give me a tight hug," Emily said as she nuzzled against Hoshoka's breasts. "I trust you."

Hoshoka's arms tightened around Emily, hugging her closer. "I never want to scare you," she whispered softly.

"I know, Mama, I know," Emily replied, her arms encircling Hoshoka as well.

Hoshoka sniffled a little. "You... you want me to Chowdash you some cake, or brownies or something?"

Emily smiled and giggled a little. "You know what, Mama, yes. Let's get a nice treat and we'll have some girl time together." She kissed Hoshoka tenderly, cupping the oni's face in her hands reassuringly.

Which is where I come in. I was doing some Dashing and the notification came up for a pair of ice cream cakes from Dairy Regent, with a very familiar address. Nobody had let me know they were ordering, so I felt a vague twinge of surprise, but shrugged it off. As I was collecting the cakes, I got a text from Hoshoka.

Sweet Boy - are you our Chowdash driver today? How lucky for us! Emily and I are having a girl's night - Emily's putting something she calls "trash romance" on the TV and is going to put some sort of cream on our faces. Not the usual kind! You are welcome to eat cake and have a facial - not the usual kind! - with us if you don't mind being one of the girls for the night. Love you!

I replied with a picture of the cakes in my front seat, and a message that I'd love to join them and would see them soon.

When I arrived home, I found Hoshoka sitting cross-legged, nude, on the living room floor while Emily (wearing her usual pajamas - a tank top and a pair of booty shorts) worked her way through braiding the oni's extensive mane of silky black hair. They both gave me a smile and cheer as I came in with the cakes. On the TV were a bunch of meathead gym-bros and bikini-clad women with painfully fake breasts drinking on a beach.

"Emily is showing me - what was it again? - 'Romance Peninsula.' These idiots are supposed to date each other, but have no object permanence or ability to plan five minutes into the future. At the end, whichever couple is deemed 'best' at romance splits a cash prize." Hoshoka took a swig of her drink as she explained the premise to me.

"That sounds amazingly terrible," I said with a laugh as I laid out the cakes in front of them.

"Oh god, Dave, please don't put that full cake in front of me, I will eat it all," Emily groaned. "Cut it up and share it with me?"

I agreed to do so, and turned to Hoshoka. Before I could ask if she wanted her cake portioned out, she shook her head.

"I'm eating this whole thing," she said firmly. "Just bring me a fork."

And so began an evening of exfoliating facial masks, ice cream cake and watching a bunch of guys with painfully bright veneers on their teeth say "Where's your head at?" over and over again to a rotating cast of bimbos. Of course, it's us, so it's not like we sat that politely watching TV together, our hands in our laps. At least, not in our own laps.

It wasn't long before Emily was tugging on my jeans for me to take them off. Once I was sitting there in my boxers, she worked her way very casually over until she was sitting in my lap. Her plump ass ensured there was no way my cock was staying limp, and before long my erection had emerged from my boxers and snuck up the very short leg of Emily's booty shorts. Pressing her thighs together around me, she began to gently rock back and forth, teasing me.

Hoshoka's nostrils flared, and she glanced over her shoulder at the two of us, smirking behind her facial mask. She turned around the face us, and pulled a cushion over to prop herself up against.

"Seems I'm facing the wrong way for the real show," she purred. "Though you two are going to look ridiculous fucking with these masks on!"

"I know," Emily chuckled behind her mask. "We're like the lamest slashers crossed with the lamest kink party."

"Should we take them off?" I asked.

"I think so," Emily said, and Hoshoka was peeling her own off before the words were even out of the smaller woman's mouth.

"At last, free access to stuff my mouth again," the oni said as she wolfed more of her cake. "Now, let's have a real show with you two."

Emily pulled the facial mask off herself, and then peeled mine off me.

"Feels naughtier if we do this clothed," she giggled. I agreed. Her fingers found my erect cock, stroking to ensure absolute hardness, and pulled the crotch of her booty shorts to one side. She guided my cock against her lips, rubbing me back and forth against her wetness.

"Ooh, I like this," Hoshoka purred, delicately licking cake off her fingers as she watched the show. With a gasp, Emily lowered herself down onto my cock. My hands found the swell of her hips; her deliciously round ass was pressed against my stomach as she began to rock against me. Her pussy was tight; normally she's had at least one orgasm under mine or Hoshoka's tongue before either of us tried penetrating her, but tonight my cock was first and needed to give her some extra warming up.

"Fuck, you feel big," Emily breathed as she ground herself down into my lap.

"You can take it, cupcake," Hoshoka purred in response. "You can take all of sweet boy's tasty cock."

My hands slid forward, cupping Emily's chubby belly before sliding up to cup and caress her heavy tits. Her hard nipples were tenting the thin fabric of her tank top, and my fingers found her nipples, squeezing and tugging on them. My touch brought another gasp to her lips.

"Mmm, sweet boy, if you're looking to milk someone, I think you're tugging on the wrong tits." I could hear the amusement in Hoshoka's voice. "Although... if my sweet little cupcake wanted, I'm sure we could find a way to get her milk flowing..."

"Mmmfhh... don't... don't tempt me," Emily murmured, starting to ride my cock with a little more vigor. Her breasts were soon trying to bounce out of my hands, and I could feel her slickness starting to trickle down my balls.

"Mmm... that's it," Hoshoka purred, and I started to hear a second warm, wet schlick-schlick-schlick sound to accompany Emily riding my cock. Hoshoka was rubbing her clit to the show we were putting on, and sounded as wet as Emily was already.

Shifting my grip back to her hips, I tried to steady Emily as she rode me. "Take it slow, hon," I told her, trying to ease her rhythm and give Hoshoka more of a show.

"No-ohhhhhhh," she tried to pout, but I pulled her down into my lap, my cock buried as deep as possible inside her hot, chubby pussy, and held her in place for a moment.

"No need to rush," I said softly, one hand firmly on her hip, the other drifting forward to slip beneath her shorts and caress her soft curls.

"That's right," Hoshoka moaned, "the longer you go, the longer I go..."

"That's it Mama," Emily murmured, "rub that beautiful pussy for us..."

We all sort of lapsed into a comfortable quiet, broken only by the occasional soft moan and the wet sounds of Hoshoka's fingers dancing over her clit. Emily leaned back against me, her head resting on my shoulder. Her eyes were closed and a wide, sleepy smile spread across her face. I stroked her clit lovingly as she slowly rode my cock, matching her rhythm.

"Oh, Dave," she breathed, "don't stop, don't ever stop, please... just like that... ohhhhh..."

I heard Hoshoka changing position, and felt the wet heat of her tongue against my cock as it slid in and out of Emily's hot pussy. Emily gasped as Hoshoka's tongue slid up between her folds.

"I couldn't resist any longer," Hoshoka purred as she nuzzled against our laps. "You're both just so fucking sexy..." She kissed my finger tips, gently nudging them out of her way as she pressed her face into Emily's bush. I could feel her warm breath on my shaft.

"You two... sexy... fucking... Hells, I love you..." Hoshoka moaned between passionate kisses lavished on Emily's clit.

Between my cock and Hoshoka's tongue, Emily's breathing started to come faster and more ragged; she was trembling in my arms and her pussy started clenching spasmodically around my shaft.

"Fuck," she moaned, "don't stop, either of you, don't ever fucking stop, I need this so ba-ah-ah-ah-dddd..."

With a wail, Emily climaxed, her body almost jack-knifing on top of me as her orgasm rippled through her chubby body; her pussy clenched tightly around me, demanding I join her in ecstasy. With a low moan of my own, I came, filling her with my cum, my cock throbbing in time with her trembling pussy.

"That's it sweet boy... fill her up... empty those big, beautiful balls into her cunt..." Hoshoka purred.

Emily went limp in my arms, absolutely spent.

"You both are too good," she said dreamily, lounging against me as my cock softened and slipped out of her. She squirmed and giggled as Hoshoka daintily licked her clean, before moving on to cleaning my cock.

"It's not fair how good you both taste," Hoshoka murmured as she rose to her feet and settled on to the couch with us. "It's not fair that I can't get fatter off your orgasms." She wrapped her long arms around both of us, holding us tight against her soft tits.

"Mmfff, Mama," Emily murmured happily, "you're gonna put me to sleep like that..."

Hoshoka kissed her forehead.

"Does that mean we're all good again?" She asked softly.

"Of course, Mama," Emily replied, her eyes drifting shut.

Once Emily started snoring, Hoshoka carefully picked her up, cradling the smaller woman in her arms as she carried her upstairs to bed. A few minutes later, Hoshoka came back downstairs and sat down next to me, hugging me tightly.

She filled me in on what had happened earlier, and how she'd inadvertently spooked our girlfriend.

"It took me by surprise," she said, chewing on her lower lip. "I wasn't expecting... old me... to boil to the surface so fast and with so little warning. Seeing the fear in her eyes... six hundred years ago it would have turned me on, but now I just felt horrible. I never want to scare her, or you, like that ever again. You're both too precious to me."

I nodded and squeezed her hand between mine.

"You're not a monster," I told her. "Well, not personality-wise, at any rate. Humans have temper flare-ups like that too; I think the fact that you recognize that that's not who you want to be, and that you felt bad about it happening, says a lot more about you than the fact that it happened. And we've been together for a while now. This wasn't a regular occurrence, it was a one-time thing, a surprise accident. I'm confident this won't happen again, or if it does, it will be a rare thing. We both still love you, nothing changes that."

Hoshoka leaned against me, resting her head against mine.

"You're wise beyond your years, sweet boy," she said softly. "Thank you. Now... shall Mama carry you up to bed as well?"