User:Panthera Awesome/In-Game Event: Dream - Anno Wedding Text

It feels like you only just fell asleep when you hear a familiar voice behind you. “Did you think we wouldn’t find out Jackie? That we’d be tolerate this sort of behavior?” Is Syri in your cabin right now? No, you remember: you’re on Ausaril, standing at the altar of a temple that has been decorated for a wedding. Your wedding!

You adjust the bowtie on your tuxedo and turn around, only to be greeted by the sight of Syri wearing her own similar tuxedo and propping an antiquated shotgun on her shoulder. She is flanked on both sides by a nondescript but imposing ausar man, each with an identical outfit and firearm. The black-haired beauty is practically snarling at you, her pretty features twisted in a frightening mixture of anger and disgust. “You’ve been gallivanting around with my sister, living in sin with her all this time. Well we’re finally going to force you to make an honest woman of her; it’s time for you two to tie the knot!”

You nod at her with a nervous smile, trying to placate her as she continues. “This wedding is going to be mostly in the old Terran style, but there are going to be some key traditional Ausar elements to it. You’d better do this by the letter if you don’t want to make Anno a widow on her wedding day! Now get ready. The ceremony is about to start.” With that she gives you a light shove and gestures for you take your position next to the priest.

As soon as you regain your balance and fix your jacket, a massive pipe organ begins playing music. Down the aisle of the temple walks Anno in a beautiful white wedding dress and matching veil. It briefly crosses your mind that white is traditionally reserved for virgin brides, but you think better than to give voice to this thought. Anno is holding a bouquet of white lilies in front of her as she slowly walks towards the altar. The music peaks as your snow-white bride-to-be takes her place across from you, and you notice the train of her dress is subtly moving back and forth. She must be wagging her tail under there.

You shuffle nervously as the organ finally stops playing and a tall ausar priest begins his speech. You don’t really process the words he’s saying, his sermon moving by in a blur. Finally though, he gestures to you and asks “Does the groom have the symbol of union?” You panickedly pat your pockets for a moment before you feel a tap on your shoulder. You glance over to see Syri handing you a bundle of cloth with a growl. With no small amount of relief, you accept it and unwrap the cloth. Inside, you find a black leather collar, studded with diamonds, with an attached golden heart-shaped tag engraved with the words Anno Steele.

You look around in confusion. Shouldn’t this be a ring? Before things can get too awkward though, your bride steps forward, the blush on her face actually visible through her veil before she lifts it. She gives you a subtle gesture indicating you are supposed to put it on her. You quickly fasten the collar around her slender neck, after which the priest continues speaking. “I now pronounce you, Mr. and Mrs. Jackie Steele. You may now kiss the bride.”

Closing her eyes, Anno leans toward you slightly with her lips pursed. You move in to deliver a chaste kiss to her, but as soon as your lips touch those of your blushing bride’s she puts a furry arm behind your head and pulls you in for much more than you bargained for. Her lips practically smash your own lips as her tongue invades your mouth, overwhelming your tongue in the process. Anno smothers you with a meltingly-hot french kiss that sends you swooning. You’re so surprised by this that all you can really do is stand there and take it. The raunchy tonguefuck goes on for what feels like ages, until just as you think you are about to go hypoxic, Anno finally breaks the kiss and releases you, a strand of saliva connecting your lips for a few moments before gravity breaks it.

The assembled ausar clap and - howl? Even to your oxygen-starved mind that seems wrong. Before you can catch your breath or think about this strange turn however, the priest raises a furred hand, silencing the crowd as he solemnly intones “You may now lick the bride.” Utterly bewildered now, you simply stare at the priest until you hear a sound that makes your hairs stand on end: a shotgun racking a shell. Syri growls out to you “I said by the numbers, Steele. If you wanted to fuck an ausar girl, you should’ve researched what a proper ausar marriage was first. Now get on your knees!” Does she mean what you think she means? In answer to your question, Anno steps forward with a toothy smile and gently pushes down on your shoulders with one hand while raising the hem of her wedding dress with the other, revealing a snowy-furred leg with a lacy garter on it. Your face practically combusts as you flush scarlet. The thought of eating out your bride in front of all these people, including her family and friends, fills you with profound shame. You dutifully sink to your knees and crawl under Anno’s dress, letting her drop the hem down again as you do.

Your first breath in your new cloth oubliette overwhelms you with the scent of lilies and aroused female. You notice that your knees are wet before you feel a warm, slimy droplet hit your face. Although it’s too dark to see, you realize immediately what’s happening: Anno is hornier than she has ever been; she’s almost trickling, and you’re practically being showered in her girlcum. After just a few moments though, Anno taps you urgently with her leg, an obvious signal to get started. You begin just above her knee, your tongue following a stream of your bride’s liquid lust upwards to her blooming flower. Her flavor is utterly divine. It’s possibly the best thing you’ve ever tasted. You can sense with your oral organ that her lips are already slightly parted, and her clitoris is standing proud, begging for attention. Eager for more of her nectar, you trace the outline of her mound before working inwards and tracing her lips. You relish every droplet of sweet, sweet arousal you find before moving your lean lips to the top of her pussy, sealing off her precious pearl with a sucking kiss. You hear a whine as her thighs suddenly clench around your head, covering your ears. You place your hands on her thighs to steady yourself and relieve some of the crushing pressure in preparation for your next move. You release her clit from your kiss and move lower down again, working your tongue into her channel proper.

You move your head back and forth to grind Anno’s pleasure buzzer as you prod the sides of her love-tunnel with your tongue. Your ministrations bear fruit almost immediately: Anno’s trickle turns into an actual stream of femlube, and you have to start immediately swallowing to avoid drowning. You alternate between swirling your tongue in rapid circles inside her and lapping at her pussy like a thirsty dog lapping at water: your tongue powerfully stroking her pearl at the apex of each lick, pulling back her hood.

A few minutes of this has her going wild until with a howl, she gushes out her orgasm, squirting a torrent of musky girlcum all over your face and upper half.

When the gushing, blushing bride finally releases your head from her thigh clench, you crawl out from under her dress, your head and torso a sopping mess of eau de horny dog-girl.

As you shakily climb to your feet, the audience goes wild with applause, barks, and howls, and you see many a panting ausar in the crowd. This reaction definitely seems off to you, but once more interrupting your chance to think about it, the priest silences the crowd before speaking to you. He hands you a golden goblet full of a strangely-hued liquid that smells vaguely alcoholic, commanding you to drink. The instant you do, you immediately feel a rush of intense arousal, and a swelling sensation at the base of your dick.

While you’re still reeling, he gestures to you and the still panting and flushed Anno, solemnly intoning “There is but one more step to completing your union, and for it, you must bare all your secrets for the dearly beloved to see today, and let the assembled witness you tying the knot.” You shoot a quizzical look at the priest before you notice that Anno has turned her back to the crowd. She leans backwards and shouts “catch!” as she throws her bouquet into the nearest group of women. The dog-girl then starts taking off her dress!

Do they seriously expect you to have sex in front of the whole audience? It was embarrassing enough to have to go down on Anno while everyone was watching, but at least you were hidden from them there! Even as you think this, the drink the priest gave you makes itself known, a massive bulge forming on the crotch of your pants as your human shaft betrays you. When you reach to cover it up with your hands though, Syri and the other ausar with her point their shotguns at you. “Didn’t I tell you that you were going to have to ‘tie the knot’ with my sister? If you’ve been screwing her silly behind closed doors, you shouldn’t have a problem doing the same right here. Now strip down, and get to it dammit!”

If it weren’t for the concoction the priest gave you, your prick would be totally flaccid. As it stands, your traitorous package is drawing you like a magnet to your canine mate. You ashamedly start undressing as your approach Anno. You notice with shock that your cock has grown a knot! You furtively examine your new attribute, giving yourself a testing squeeze. You are forced to suppress a moan as you shudder with pleasure. It must have been that drink that did this. Damn that priest! By the time you’re done, Anno has already gotten on all fours, tail high and wagging a million miles an hour. She looks over her shoulder at you, face flushed scarlet and mouth open in a pant as she lets out a begging whine.

You drop down to your knees behind Anno, sinking into an ever-expanding lake of ausar fem-lube as you align your turgid, knotted member with her now fully-bloomed pussy. There’s an intricate web of fem-slime hanging between her thighs that you have to push through to claim your prize. With the drink the priest gave you flowing through your system, you practically pounce on Anno, the snowy Ausar yelping as you grab her big hips. Purely on instinct, you guide your terran cock to her womanhood, parting the veil of slime with your head. With a violent thrust of your boyish sides and a yelp from Anno, you ram your member into your lover- no, your bitch. That’s all you can think of her as right now. You are feeling more bestial and feral than you have in your entire life, and right now you want to mount your bitch. Now that you’re operating at this level, you realize that all the pussy-eating you did was just prep work for the hard, animalistic fuck you’re about to dish out; now you don’t have to worry about going slow with your new wife- no, your bitch.

With that single thought consuming your mind, you pull back your boyish sides and slam into Anno again, eliciting a pitiful whine from your white-furred canine mate before your knot kisses her lower lips with a sloppy, wet squish. She lets out a happy little sound when you grind your bulb against her clit, the sensation overwhelming the both of you. The canid girl’s quim is a constantly spasming, soaking wet channel of pleasure. Her walls slimily wring your manhood from every direction, trying their damndest to suck the cum right out of you. Your null feels like it would melt in the boiling cauldron that is Anno’s slit if you weren’t pistoning it in and out as fast as you could. You pound into her squishy butt so fast that it almost produces one continual sound rather than individual slaps.

Your bitch cums almost immediately. How could she not? She howls as a huge gush of fem-cum squirts out around your human cock, and your frenetic penetration sends it splattering everywhere, much of it landing on the priest and Syri. In the brief but frequent instances where you pause to grind your knot against Anno’s engorged button, she cums again with a wailing howl, sending more girl-jizz flying. Each time she howls, more of the audience joins in with her, until the whole temple sounds like someone just let a cat loose in a kennel.

The one time when you take your eyes off Anno to look over, you see that Syri has become the center of a one-woman foursome. She has one of the shotgun-toting ausar who was with her on all fours in front of her as she wildly fucks his ass. At the same time she is fellating the other gunman, and being fucked by the priest, who is guiding her thrusts with his own. Eventually though, the only thing in your mind is the overwhelming desire to fuck your knot as deep into your bitch as your can, to mate her as publicly and as hard as possible in order to let everyone else know that she’s yours and yours alone. By this point Anno is nearly unconscious. She is locked in a continuous orgasm, forcing you to hold onto her hips as tight as possible to keep them from jerking fitfully while you breed her. This proves impossible once your bitch-breaker swells to the point that you graze her pleasure buzzer from every angle you attempt, so you simply give up and let her flared hips go.

You lean down over her, placing your plain chest on her shoulders, hands over hers, and your face next to hers in a passionate kiss. In this position you simply let Anno’s hips do what they want, which turns out to be fucking your knot into her overwhelmed pussy. After a few battering thrusts, her spasming folds finally relax enough to accept your breeding bulb, and you feel your cock-head pressing against her dilated cervix, reveling in the sensation as every inch of your shaft is squeezed and basted in Anno’s juices. You break the kiss to let out a howl yourself as your large testicles go into overdrive, dumping their scalding hot payload into your bitch’s defenseless baby-maker. As you pump rope after rope of cum into Anno’s womb, the howling in the temple, both yours and everyone else’s, somehow synchronizes and harmonizes. The pitch grows and grows, until suddenly, you hear your name being called.

“Jackie. Jackie! Damn boss, what kind of dream are you having?!?” You wake with a start to Anno shaking you. After a moment her words sink in, and you look at your surroundings. You are in your bed, covered in slick, with Anno lying next to you, her tail, lower back, and enchanting butt plastered in your slick as well. Your bitch- no, your lover, breaks her frown and laughs softly. “You got yourself, the bed, and me covered in your cum. As much as I may love the stuff, I also love being warned when this sort of thing is going to happen.”

You wipe the sleep from your eyes before apologizing to Anno. You roll out of bed and start stripping the sheets with her help.

“So who was it boss? Who or what did you bust your nut all over in your dream?” Sheepishly you admit that it was her. Your lover blushes slightly, giggling as she gives you a dismissive gesture. “Oh, you’re having me on. That’s way too corny. And besides, I’m sure you say that to all the girls you surprise with sleep-bukkake.”

You explain the dream to her quickly, Anno laughing at just about every detail you mention. “Well traditional Ausar weddings aren’t quite like you described, but I kind of want to try that skirt thing you mentioned. Probably not in front of my parents though. And sis would be pissed at you for even suggesting that she would provide a collar for me. She thinks I’m ‘perpetuating stereotypes,’” Anno says in a mocking imitation of Syri’s voice, “every time I go for walkies or talk about petplay.”

You concede that perhaps it would be best not to tell Syri about this dream, especially considering how slutty she was acting in it. “Well, I’m sure glad we’re not actually married. I’ve got a date with Kaede later tonight where I plan on ‘tying the knot’ with her. Having just one lover would be so limiting, plus if you’re going to be polyamorous anyway, why bother having some huge wedding ceremony? That collar did sound really cute though. I wouldn’t mind finding something like it around my neck one day,” she says with a wink. "Maybe we could arrange some sort of wedding roleplay with Kaede sometime. Shopping for bridesmaids dresses with her would be so much fun. Plus I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t love to see how messy that could get.”

You tell her that sounds fun, but you’re a little tired of weddings for now. She giggles again at your reaction as she takes the last of the sheets off the bed and throws them into the laundry. “I’m going to get all this cum off me now boss. I’ll see you later. Don’t wait up for me!” She blows you a kiss as she steps into the bathroom, the door closing behind her. You stretch the last kinks out of your muscles, and start getting ready for your day. What a dream!