Percy in trouble 2

CHAPTER 2

*flashback*

Third person POV: (you can skip this portion if you want, its just a summary of the end of the sea of monsters)

Annabeth decided that they should use trickery. She told Percy to use her invisibility cap to sneak inside the cave while Annabeth clung to the bottom of a sheep as the sun goes down. It was a nerve-wracking plan, but clever.

Annabeth almost caught but managed to get inside the cave. Percy distracted Polyphemus by shouting and introducing himself as Nobody. Polyphemus became furious and stated that he remembered him, throwing the boulder in front of his cave in his general direction. He escaped, and he begins to chase his voice down the hill. Earlier, Annabeth had explained that how Odysseus tricked Polyphemus centuries ago by referring to himself as Nobody, and she bet that he would be angry enough about his old nemesis but not enough to question the sound of her voice, which meant Percy had to be the one.

Inside, Annabeth hops off of her sheep escort and heads to free Grover and Clarisse, who admitted that she was the last person alive from the Birmingham and was shocked to see her alive. All of a sudden there's an explosion, and they hear Percy scream.

Polyphemus had apparently managed to capture Percy, who looked badly injured. Annabeth offers to take Polyphemus by herself, but both Grover and Clarisse refuse to leave. They form into one of the attack formations they learned at camp, although they don't have a great shot. Annabeth flags Polyphemus down by claiming to be Nobody, saying that she'll stab him again. Polyphemus drops Percy and heads straight for Annabeth. Grover and Clarisse attack him, but it's not very effective. Grover grabbed Percy while Annabeth and Clarisse try to distract the Cyclops as they run away. Annabeth spots a rickety bridge in the distance and sees her chance. As they cross the bridge, they try to cast Polyphemus into the chasm, but it doesn't work. But soon enough, Percy regained consciousness, frustrated from getting knocked out, Percy feels an almost unnatural strength course through him, and he manages to get Polyphemus vulnerable. However, when Polyphemus begs for help, he finds that he can't go through with killing him. Taking advantage of his hesitation, Polyphemus rallies, but all of a sudden, a giant rock hits Polyphemus right in the throat, sending him over the edge into the chasm. Percy turns to find Tyson unharmed in the middle of the killer sheep.

It turns out that his hippocampus friend, Rainbow, had been following them, and when Tyson was thrown off the Birmingham, Rainbow saved him. Percy is excited to see that Tyson is alive but is also worried about Annabeth, who hasn't moved since she was tossed aside by Polyphemus. He asks him to get the Fleece from the tree, which is possible because he's a Cyclops who smells like Polyphemus. Tyson tosses the fleece to Percy, who spreads it over Annabeth and luckily, the fleece manages to revive Annabeth. Tyson is doing well with the sheep, but they need to leave fast since the sheep are still hungry. Annabeth starts to move but realizes that she's not fully healed and keeps the Fleece around her shoulders. Clarisse, recognizing that Annabeth's ribs are broken, volunteers to carry her back to the ship.

They start to swim for the ship and almost make it when Polyphemus emerges from behind them with a boulder in each hand. They're all running away from Polyphemus desperately, but it's Tyson that Polyphemus had singled out. He called Tyson a traitor to his own kind, but Tyson stands up for himself, insisting that he's not a traitor and that Polyphemus is not his kind. Clarisse yells for Percy to come on and Tyson offers to hold Polyphemus off on his own, but Percy refuses to leave, saying that they'll face Polyphemus together. As Percy draws his sword, he calls the sea to rise while Tyson defends him from the boulders that Polyphemus throws at them. Polyphemus attempts to get Poseidon to curse them, but Percy and Tyson are both his sons as well. Polyphemus calls Tyson his brother and tricks him into revealing himself, only to smack Tyson with a huge tree. The two of them rally and they again have the opportunity to kill Polyphemus, but they know it wouldn't be right for them to do it. They let him go and run for the ship.

Again, escape seems within reach, but Clarisse gets overconfident, taunting Polyphemus, who hears where they are and tosses a boulder straight towards the hull of the Queen Anne's Revenge, the ship goes down, with the ship breaking, Percy and Tyson manage to use their power of talking to animals summon water animals to safely carry all the remaining crew members to safety, but it didn't go as swimmingly as everyone wanted, Polyphemus who was still mad and hurling boulders manage to catch Percy with a stray boulder, Grover who was the closest to him and also carrying the golden fleece, signals the others to go ahead while he treated Percy.

The others were reluctant to, but relented, Tyson led the others back to the camp while Grover and an injured Percy were taken to a random island in the sea of monsters by the animal.

*present*

Grover POV:

Fuck, fuck, fuck this is all my fucking fault, if I wasn't such a bad protector Percy would not be in this state, this is like Thalia all over again, he was my responsibility but here he is still unconscious, his right half was bleeding hard, his arm looked wrong, and his face, well let's just say it has seen better days. I don't know how he was still alive, but I didn't question it, our empathy link is the only way for me to know he was still alive. Once the Hippocampi reached this island, I immediately set to find some cave for where I could safely heal Percy.

After what felt like few hours I was able to find a large cave, it was in a perfect location, a giant clearing in front of the entrance with multiple trees growing tasty and ripe fruit, the cave itself was warm and dry which meant we could sleep well. I laid Percy down on the floor, with his back resting against the wall, I glanced at the golden fleece in my hands.

I began thinking, didn't it just heal Annabeth? This should work, acting quickly partly due to my worry and urgency, throwing the Golden Fleece over him in a desperate attempt to save his life. I decided to go out looking for something to eat, thank the gods there was fruits here.

Third Person POV:

As the powerful magic of the Fleece took hold, Percy's wounds started to close, but something else was happening—something neither he nor Grover would had anticipated.

At first, it seemed like everything was going as it should. Percy's wounds, those horrible gashes and bruises, began to close. His skin started to knit back together, glowing faintly under the warmth of the Fleece, but it was short-lived. Something else was happening. Something... strange.

Percy's body, instead of simply healing, began to change. No, Percy's body wasn't just changing—it was being reshaped into something that looked less like a warrior's and more like it was built for something entirely different.

Percy's muscles—those strong, battle-hardened muscles—seemed to soften, the once-chiselled definition in his arms and chest smoothing out. Percy's arms slimmed down, losing their boyish bulk, his muscles, once honed for battle, began to soften, becoming less defined. His arms, once strong and capable of wielding a sword, slimmed down, the hard edges smoothing into soft curves. the strength that had once been so familiar. His chest, which had been flat moments ago, was now swelling, slowly but unmistakably rounding into... breasts. Percy's torso, once broad and muscular, tapered into a narrow waist, the bones shifting beneath his skin as his hips widened dramatically.

The curve of Percy's hips grew more pronounced, his waist narrowing to accentuate the exaggerated swell of his thighs. His legs, once lean and athletic, filled out with a softness that seemed foreign to his body. Percy's legs, which had carried him through countless battles, lengthened and took on a new shape. His thighs thickened, but not with the hard muscle he was used to. Instead, they became rounder, fuller, fatter even. Percy's legs, once agile and built for speed, now seemed almost voluptuous. His thighs were fuller, pressing together in a way that suggested that they were meant for giving birth, not meant to be in a battle. His hips flared outward, wide and curvy, an undeniable hourglass figure.

The narrow waist, broad hips, and full chest were no longer ambiguous—they belonged to a girl, and Percy's body seemed to be embracing that form with every second that passed.

Soon Percy regained conscious, groaning softly as he did, his voice higher, more delicate, and undoubtedly more feminine. Percy's chest, continued to grow, swelling into a fullness that stretched his tattered shirt. The fabric clung to his newly formed breasts, which sat high and round on his chest. Percy's new body seemed... voluptuous, almost unnaturally perfect. His curves were so pronounced that it would be hard to believe this was the same Percy who had wielded a sword and fought monsters just moments ago.

Percy's hips, which were now impossibly wide, giving him an hourglass figure that seemed better suited for breeding than for battle. His body, which had once been lean and strong, now seemed to be a completely different form of him, he could easily pass off as a daughter of Aphrodite now.

Percy stirred, his movements sluggish, as if he were still disoriented by the magic. His face, his face was different too, of course. The strong, boyish angles were gone, replaced by delicate, feminine features. His cheekbones were higher, more pronounced, giving him a sculpted, almost ethereal look. His lips were fuller, curving into a soft pout as he blinked in confusion. But the most striking change was Percy's eyes—still the same sea-green, but now framed by thick, dark lashes that made them seem more alluring, more intense, a perfect sultry stare.

As Percy slowly sat up, his now long, dark hair started spilling over his shoulders like a cascade of midnight silk. Percy's once short, messy hair now cascaded down his back in thick, glossy waves. It was impossibly long, silky, and dark as midnight, brushing against the curve of his hips and lower back. The strands shimmered under the dim lighting of the cave, giving Percy an ethereal, almost otherworldly beauty. The hair framed his delicate face perfectly, enhancing the softness of his new features, making him look more like a goddess than a demigod. The glossy strands shimmered under the dim light, giving Percy an almost otherworldly beauty.

"What... what's happening?" Percy's voice was soft, higher than it had been before, with a slight tremble in it. Percy, clutched his slender neck, not believing the voice that just escaped his throat.

His eyes widened as he looked down at himself, his hands running over his new curves with disbelief. His fingers hesitated at his chest, tracing the outline of his full breasts, before moving lower to his now-narrow waist and wide hips. His breathing quickened, and the confusion and fear in his eyes as he took in the dramatic changes, he lifted the fleece, most probably to check if his dick was still there, by the looks of it, fat chance it was there.

"This can't be real..." Percy whispered, his hands trembling as they rested on his hips. His once-broad shoulders had slimmed, giving his entire frame a delicate, feminine grace. His thighs, now soft and rounded by fat, pressed together as he shifted uncomfortably. There was no mistaking it—Percy's body was now undeniably female, from the fullness of his chest to the curve of his hips and thighs. The wide hips, the full chest, the softness of his curves—it all seemed designed for beauty, for fertility. Percy's body was no longer built for the battlefield. It was built for breeding.

"I look like... like..." Percy couldn't even finish the sentence, his voice cracking with a mixture of shock and disbelief. His hands moved to his hair, feeling the long, silky strands that now framed his face. The way his new body moved, the gentle sway of his hips as he shifted, the weight of his breasts pressing against his chest—it was all foreign to him. And it was terrifying. Percy's new body had the kind of exaggerated curves that seemed more suited for fucking, not fighting. His thighs, hips, and chest all spoke of a body made to nurture, to be desired. There was nothing about this new form that resembled the lean, muscular fighter Percy had always been. Now, his wide hips and full breasts made him look like someone meant to carry life, not fight to protect it.

But the thing to ponder about was how did this happen? Considering Annabeth was also wrapped in the golden fleece then why didn't she turn into a guy? That is because the Fleece had responded to more than just Percy's injuries. The Fleece's magic wasn't just about fixing the surface level; it delved into the heart and soul of the person it was healing, altering them in ways that even they might not understand.

Percy had always been a warrior, someone who fought his way through every challenge. But the Fleece had decided that fighting wasn't what Percy needed anymore, what it sensed was that Percy needed something else entirely—a body not built for battle, but for something gentler.

The Fleece had reshaped him for a different kind of life. The Fleece had decided Percy needed a body made for nurturing, for comfort, for breeding. Like he was built for something as intimate and life-giving as motherhood rather than the constant violence of his previous life.

Though it didn't make sense. Percy had always been a warrior, someone meant to fight. But now, Percy's body seemed designed for something else entirely, as if the Fleece had taken away the armour he'd always worn and given him something softer, something vulnerable, as if his body was made to protect life in a different way, becoming the one that needed to be saved over and over.

In short, the Fleece had seen the toll all those battles had taken on Percy's body and decided this was a way to protect him. To keep him away from being in the harm's way.

Percy POV:

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!??!?

The amount of shit that has gone down in the past few hours has my head spinning right round, like a reco- my bad, my ADHD started acting up, but you get what I'm saying right?

One moment, I was fighting for my life against that fucking one-eyed asshole next thing I know, I'm knocked out by a boulder to my face. But this is the weirdest thing, even weirder than becoming a guinea pig at Circe's spa, because at least back then I was still a guy, well sort of, but still a guy nonetheless, now? I'M A FUCKING WOMAN??

I saw that the fleece was draped over me, is it because of the fleece I am like this? No, I saw Annabeth, she was still a girl, so why me? I didn't drink any weird potions, didn't touch anything magical of sorts, then what's going on?

Taking a look around, I saw that I was in a cave, a tropical one too, guessing by the proximity of the water source I can feel. There was not really much to the cave except it was large enough for the ceiling to be out of my reach and that it was dark but that might be because I was deep inside.

I tried standing up, which felt veeery weird, why you may ask? Well I'll gladly tell you, as soon as I stood up, the breasts which were laying still on my chest had the urge to jiggle giving me a chest ache and my massive fucking ass and thighs, given their size were forcing my tattered jeans, if you could even call them that anymore, they were practically held together by the hems as my thighs strained against the rough fabric. I sighed, at this point its just better to be in boxers instead of these shitty jeans. So, with great struggle I reach behind me and try to pull the jeans down, having to bend over in the process, I slip the tatters off me, now I could fully see my new thighs, fat jiggly masses of heavenly soft flesh with just the right amount of muscle. Once done, I stood up straight and tried to adjust my whole center of gravity, to try and actually walk.

It took some time but I got there, I couldn't help but blush as I felt my curves naturally sway as I walked out of the cave, when I walked out of the cave, I stumbled upon this large clearing, which seemed to be used, there was a fire in a pit in the middle of the clearing and something akin to hoof marks on the floor, which meant I was stuck with Grover here. It could've been worse though, imagine if I was stuck with Clarisse? I shudder at that thought.

I try to reach him through our empathy link, but I came up short, for reasons I don't know, so the best thing I could do was just wait for him to show up and discuss what to do from here on out.

Exactly 2 hours later Grover finally showed up, well it felt like two hours, so I don't know, time is weird in the sea of monsters. In his hand were a variety of fruits, he looked shell shock to see me, well of course he would.

"Hey there G-man…" I said, getting up from the log.

He looked like his brain had just completely short-circuited. "Wha—how—why—?!"

I glanced at him, my eyes widened slightly as I realized what Grover was looking at. My hands self-consciously moved to cover my chest and pussy (gods that feels weird to say), even though I was already dressed. "Yeah, I know. Believe me, I'm just as confused as you are."

Grover blinked rapidly, his gaze kept darting from my face to the ground, anywhere but where his eyes kept wanting to drift. "You're… uh, I mean, you're a girl. Like… a full-on, definitely-not-just-magical-wind-kind-of thing. You're… wow."

I sighed, my shoulders sagging slightly, "Tell me about it.."

There was a moment of silence before Grover awkwardly cleared his throat. "So… how do you feel? You know, about all of this?"

My brow furrowed as I stared into the fire, my expression a mix of frustration and resignation. "I don't know G-man. I mean, I'm still me, right? But it's like everything's different at the same time. I look down and I'm like, 'Who is this?' but like I can't help but feel comfortable, you know?"

Grover shifted on his hooves, still clutching the remaining fruits tightly in his hands. "Comfortable? That's… unexpected."

I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. I mean, I don't feel like a totally different person, but this…" I gestured to my new form. "…is definitely going to take some getting used to."

Grover nodded, but then a strange, dazed look passed over his face. He blinked a few times, swaying on his hooves as the sweet scent from the fire thickened in the air. It had gone unnoticed at first, but now the smoke was making its way into his lungs, and it was starting to have an effect—an effect Grover wasn't quite aware of yet. He suddenly felt warmer than usual, and a flush crept up his neck, his heart beating a little faster than it should.

"Uh… you okay, Grover?" I asked, noticing his sudden change in demeanour.

Grover shook his head as if to clear it, but his speech came out slurred. "Yeah, I'm fine. Totally fine. Just… whoa, is it hot out here? It feels kind of… warm, right?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Grover, it's, like, 65 degrees. I'm the one who should be cold, not you."

Grover tugged at his shirt, trying to cool off, both of us oblivious to the fact that the fruity smoke curling from the fire was laced with satyr-specific aphrodisiacs. His mind was getting fuzzier by the second. "No, no. I'm serious. It's really… really… hot. Like, you have no idea."

I frowned, concern flickering in my eyes. "Uh, Grover, you're acting kind of weird. You sure you didn't eat some funny berries back there?"

Grover stumbled a little closer, the fruits finally slipping from his grasp. "No! It's just… just…" He swallowed, his eyes drifting back to me, or more accurately, my newly feminine shape. His blush deepened, and he quickly looked away, realizing where his thoughts were going.

I, catching his drift, groaned and slapped a hand to my forehead. "Grover, really? Seriously?"

"I can't help it!" Grover yelped, covering his face with his hands. "It's not me! It's—there's something in the air! I swear!"

I blinked, sniffing the air and catching the faint sweet smell of the burning fruit. I narrowed my eyes at him, then looking at the spilled pile of fruits. "Did you drop something in the fire? Because whatever it is, it's messing with you, it almost smells like someone dumped perfume into the campfire."

Grover peeked through his fingers, embarrassment written all over his face. "Oh gods, it's—yeah. Yeah, I might've dropped something. But I didn't mean to! It just… fell!"

I rolled my eyes, a half-amused, half-exasperated smile tugging at my lips. "Well, that's great. Now I've got a Satyr with a crush on me, and I haven't even been a girl for more than a few hours."

Grover groaned, sinking to his knees dramatically. "I'm so sorry, Perce, I really didn't mean to drop them..."

I sighed but smiled, "I know G-man but for now let's just talk about something else while we try to hold your hormones at bay huh?"

For the next few minutes, we just sat there, doing nothing, just trying to absorb everything. As I stared at the fire, the reality of everything started to settle in, and honestly? I had no clue what to do next. I mean, what was I supposed to do? I had been a guy my whole life, and now—bam! Girl. Just like that. I hadn't even had time to process it yet. Grover, who had just returned from his expedition, was still staring at me like I was a hydra with 10 heads.

"So… what's the plan?" Grover asked, scratching his curly goat hair awkwardly. He still looked like he didn't know if he should be talking to me or running for the hills. His eyes kept darting up and down, like he was trying really hard not to look at me.

I shrugged, which felt weird with, well, everything being different. "Beats me, man. I'm still processing the fact that I have boobs."

Grover's face turned bright red. He made this weird squeaking noise and looked away, his hands fumbling with the pile of fruit he'd gathered. "Yeah… um… about that. Are you… okay?"

I blinked. "Define okay. Do I feel like I'm having a totally normal day? No. Do I think this is the worst thing that's ever happened to me? Also no. I mean, I've been turned into a guinea pig before. But this… yeah, this is up there."

Grover shifted nervously, his hooves tapping the ground. "So, uh, does this mean you're still Percy?"

"Yeah, I'm still me. Just, you know, with longer hair and… other things."

Grover nodded, still not looking at me directly. "Right, right. So, are we calling you Percy or…?"

I frowned, thinking about it. Percy Jackson—the name that had been attached to me for my whole and near-death experiences—didn't exactly feel right, now. It wasn't like I suddenly felt like a different person, but it just didn't do with my new look.

"Maybe I should go with something else?" I mused aloud. "Something that fits better with the whole change."

"Like what?" Grover asked, finally turning to face me again, though he still looked like he might pass out at any second.

I thought for a second, then shrugged. "How about… Callisto?"

Grover's eyes went wide. "Callisto? Like the bear lady from the myths?"

"Yeah, why not? I've always liked stars. Plus, it sounds kinda cool."

Grover tilted his head. "Callisto… okay, yeah, that works." He said, his hands were all shaky as he said that, oh boy this was not good…

I grinned. "Glad you approve. I was worried you'd try to suggest something weird like Persephone or something."

Grover made a face. "Ugh, no way. That'd be way too confusing. Plus, Persephone's way too much for you."

We both chuckled at that, and for a second, things felt normal. Well, as normal as they could with me sitting there in my new body, trying to figure out how in Hades I was going to explain this to the rest of camp.

"So, Callisto," Grover said, testing out the name again, gods that felt weird to hear, guess I'll have to get used to it. "what's the game plan? Head back to camp and tell everyone you've gone through, uh, a major transformation?"

I groaned, rubbing my temples. "Ugh, don't remind me. I'm sure Clarisse and Annabeth are going to love this."

"Hey, they've seen weirder stuff," Grover said with a shrug. "Remember the time Lou Ellen accidentally turned herself into a sheep?"

I snorted. "Yeah, but that was for, like, five minutes. This… this feels pretty permanent." Grover nodded thoughtfully, though he still looked like he was trying to process the whole situation.

Grover didn't respond right away. I shrugged it off and leaned back on my hands, staring up at the stars. "So, Grover… you got any advice? You are no Chiron, but you did live like a bride for a cyclops for months, so?"

Grover gave a nervous laugh, fidgeting again. "Uh… yeah. Well… uh, maybe don't think about it too much? Just, uh, you know, go with the flow?"

I raised an eyebrow. "That's the best you've got. Go with the flow?"

"Hey, I'm doing my best here!" Grover said, his voice going a little higher than normal. His face was flushed again, and he was still glancing at the fire, which had taken on an odd glow. "It's not like this happens every day!"

I chuckled and stretched my legs out in front of me. "True. But if I'm being honest, I don't feel that different. I mean, besides, you know, the obvious." I gestured to myself, and Grover's face turned an even deeper shade of red. "But inside? I'm still me. Percy—uh, Callisto Jackson, son of Poseidon. That hasn't changed."

Grover nodded, but his eyes were starting to look glassy, like he wasn't entirely focused on the conversation anymore. "Yeah… you're still you…"

Had I been more observant I would have noticed Grover's deep breathing and twitching throughout our conversation, but I didn't, going off about the way things were right now, so it was a surprise when Grover suddenly placed a hand on my shoulder, roughly might I add.

"G-man, everything alright? You are suddenly breathing v-" before I could finish, I was rudely interrupted by Grover, who I just now realized was much taller and stronger than me in my current form. Before I could say anything, I was forced onto my knees and in front of what I would call a bitch breaker, it was not only bigger but thicker than mine, I looked up to see Grover's eyes shadowed with a pink hue, I gulped involuntarily, things could go very wrong right now.

"Grover...bud let's calm down and not ge-mmfmfmf" as I was speaking Grover, decided it was the best time to shove his cock in my mouth, his thick and extremely veiny cock, didn't even fully fit in my mouth, more than half of his length was left out while the tip and then some inches were inside my mouth, his cock tasted bad, not to mention the pungent smell, its smell was so musky it made me light-headed, like I could faint.

I attempted to pull my head of his cock, but he didn't want that, far from it, he placed both his hands on the back of my head and shoved his whole cock down my throat while forcing my head to take it all, applying pressure till I was face first into his hairy tummy. I placed my hands on his furry thighs to try and push myself off, but it did nothing, my diminished strength and Grover's grip on my head proved to be stronger.

It felt like hell, like a giant log was just pushed down my throat, the taste and smell made it ten times worse, I could feel my eyes water from the lack of breath, seeing as how Grover was gone, I don't think any signs of consideration would come, so I tried to adapt, attempting to breath from my nose as much as possible.

While this was going on, Grover had waited enough and pulled it out of my mouth so he could fully enjoy my throat. As it was left my mouth, I could just look in shock, all this was just inside my fucking mouth?!? Seriously, what the fuck? All I could see was a thick and veiny log of a dick glistening from the saliva coating it leave the entrance to my mouth.

Before I could fully grasp my bearings and try to do something Grover started to thrust his cock in my mouth, hilting himself all the way, each time, his heavy balls slapping against my chin and throat each time he did. The sheer aggression behind his thrusts meant that the pain was also worse, imagine headbutting a wall continuously at the speed of 5mph add a jaw ache to it and you'll get the idea. The only cushioning I got was from his little potbelly.

Every time he thrusted, I could feel my throat bulge, my eyes water, my cheeks puff out to accommodate all the meat in my mouth, and the fact that my jaw was being forced to its absolute limit. Not only that my tongue would constantly circle the cock involuntarily, increasing the lubrication and allowing him to go faster, not to mention the taste, it was like a sausage that had been left in the Pegasus stables to rot for all of eternity.

After a few minutes I could finally feel it, Grover was about to cum, by the way his cock kept twitching, his thrusts getting frantic and his pulsing balls against my chin all gave me signs that he was going to orgasm, his tasty cock was going to cum…

Wait, why did I say tasty? I'm a guy for fucks sake. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH ME?

In my eternal monologue, Grover was going feral almost, his breathing ragged, he was panting hard and the way his stomach soon tightened, I knew it, Grover is going to cum, and cum he did.

Shoving his cock till the hilt like he did the first time, he forced his dick all the way down my throat leaving me no room to breath as my mouth was flooded with the onslaught of the thick and slimy cum. Indeed, as if on cue, the first dribble of his thick, pungent semen breaches my throat, pushing past my gag reflex. The taste is foul, an appalling mixture of bleach and decay, each glob that escapes my lips accompanied by a burning humiliation that sears my very soul. I choke, I gag, but the cum doesn't stop—it spills from the corners of my mouth, streaking down my chin in humiliating rivulets.

After what felt like eternity he pulled out. Some stray strands of his cum getting on my face, as he fully pulled out, I saw strands of our mixed liquids attached to his cock and my mouth, though they broke off instantly covering my chin, further adding to my sloppy look.

"G-man, snap out of whatever it is rig- wait, wait, wait!!" again Grover didn't let me finish, in his lust addled state, my voice was far away from reaching him.

Grover grabbed my arms, roughly, and forced me into what seemed like a doggy style position, but different. Instead of simply being on my hands and knees, I was on my knees but my face was soon pressed face first into the dirt, I could feel Grover's hand on the curve of my back forcing me to arch my back and further jut out my already massive ass, I soon felt the pressure off my back and felt both his hands on my ass, kneading it like dough, giving it light slaps and jiggling it in his hands, and shamefully I had to admit that it felt really good.

Before I could even blink, I felt a loud rip sound and the cool breeze hit my wet pussy lips, wait wet?!?! Don't tell me that I was getting turned on by this…

Suddenly, he's reaching for me again; his fingers wrapping around one thick thigh before spreading it wider apart opening me up for him. Each touch sent shivers running through me, sparks igniting deep within that fan into an inferno consuming all thoughts but one: anticipation.

The first touch of his cock against me made me gasp aloud; caught between a moan and whimper as his precum-slicked length slides along mine. The overpowering scent of his musk filled the clearing making it hard to breathe, invading every sense till all I can think about is him. The world spun around me as I feel his cockhead press against me. Against the slick, swollen lips of my pussy. My heart beats wildly in my chest, each hammering thump echoing the impending doom of his invasion. The moment of penetration is both painfully slow and devastatingly quick.

One second, I'm trying to prepare myself for his thrust - the next, I could feel the tip of him pressing inside me. The sensation is immediate and overwhelming, a sickeningly erotic mix of pleasure and violation. His cockhead nudging past my folds, pushing into my body.

I tried to stop him before he went too far but it seems it was already too late, "G-man snap out of it maNGHNGHNN-" With one brutal slam, his girthy cock goes all the way. The pain was excruciating a guttural cry escaping my throat as I felt that last bastion shatter — my hymen - replaced by the fullness of his cock stretching me far wider than I ever imagined. I could every vascular ridge and vein of his monstrous shaft buried balls-deep in my twitching body, spreading me open from the inside out. His girthy length throbbed menacingly within me, marking its territory, claiming every last inch of me for himself.

My mind spun with raw confusion and humiliation as I lay there whimpering like some fragile virgin maiden being deflowered by her brutish captor. This isn't supposed to be happening… not to me… not... But even as the pain recedes and is replaced by a wave of perversely welcome pleasure, realization hits me harder than any physical blow ever could: This is happening… to me… and there's nothing I can do about it.

My body wants it. Desperately.

I can feel his girth stretching me open, the wet slickness of my own pussy easing his entrance into me. It's an alien sensation - something so different from any other I've ever experienced... My body convulsed involuntarily as he pushes a little further inside. I could hear his bleating, which would've been funny had it been a different situation. A guttural groan escaped my throat as my pussy pincer-pressing the pulsating girth. His animalistic grunts, shoving himself deeper, his fat cock ploughing through my resisting folds.

"Pl-please, G-man-," I stammer, my voice trembling with a mixture of dread and unwanted arousal. "J-just... snap out of it man..." I didn't hear a reply from him, which in turn made me feel like my heart was pounding in my ears. with a loud grunt, I could feel his hips slamming against mine,"S-slower, please!" I gasp out, my voice hitching in pure panic and discomfort as he continues shoving himself deeper. "It's too... too big...slow down bro!"

In response I only got feral grunts, instead of pulling out he kept pushing inch after inch inside. I could hear the lewd sound of my pussy lips squelch around his thick, veiny shaft. His cock was so thick, every inch was a trial as it forced my inner walls apart. The grotesque veins and the horrid texture of his veiny pole scraped against my tender insides, sending jolts of shock through my nerves. I bit my lip, a whimper escaped as he pushed another inch in, while my body kept spasming.

"Please, Grover, snap out-" My voice cracked, tears streaming down my face as his length stretches me further. I got no response, just a deep grunt as he kept shoving his massive length inch by inch.

The smell of his body and the sweaty exertion made my stomach churn. I could feel his greasy, hairy flesh grind against me, his little potbelly pressing heavily on my fat and jiggly ass as he loomed over me. he kept slamming more of himself in with gleeful abandon. My pussy walls were stretched obscenely wide, my tight little cunt barely able to handle his huge schlong. His veiny cock felt like it's going to split me in two, the sensation a sickening blend of pain and an unnatural arousal that only made it worse.

My body rebelled against my mind, dousing it in so much fuzz that I can't think straight at all; every fibre of my being screaming for release amidst the onslaught of overwhelming pleasure coursing through me. The sensation of Grover's massive member stretching my soaking cunt around him is too much.

With an obscene grunt, Grover pulled out only half-way before slamming back into me again— each hard thrust sending fresh cascades of ecstatic fullness and completeness washing over me. A gasping moan escapes my lips unbidden, the sound distinctly feminine and full of pleasure.

But along with the washed-out bliss came the familiar humiliation. The realization, like a cold slap in the face, that I'm being ridden mercilessly by a person who I considered my best friend. The feeling of him going balls deep, finally making his whole length vanish inside my overused, overwhelmed pussy made me scream—a sharp, piercing sound more animal than human. A profound break zips through my psyche, my thoughts splintering into chaotic fragments of raw, uncensored need.

it felt like the whole clearing was spinning, Grover's loud grunts and bleats echoed around me, mixing with the depraved sounds of our bodies slapping together, the filthy squelch of my abused cunt clinging desperately to his invading shaft. Even as I tried to steel myself against the relentless onslaught, his powerful thrusts forced pathetic moans from my lips. My body kept repelling against my mind. "No... Please no more..." I whimpered, each word punctuated by a throb of my clenching pussy around his massive satyr cock. The sensation was too intense, too much, but I grit my teeth, trying desperately to withhold that small masculine pride. Like always, my cries fell on deaf ears as Grover kept bleating and grunting, he kept pumping with more vigour, pushing his thick, veiny length even deeper.

I could feel my resolve falter, my voice breaking into high-pitched, miserable sobs as he continues his brutal pace, each thrust as if designed to break down my defences. "I-I..." As Grover continued to grind his hips into mine, he bleated with delight, his hands snaking their way down to my smothered breasts. He grunted, wrapping his rough fingers around the mass of my tits. He squeezed harshly and I couldn't bite back the gasp, panting for breath as the pleasure built up. My nipples tightened painfully at the rough handling, stabbing jolts of pleasure shooting down to my swollen clit, Grover still in his feral state, kept giving each breast the harsh treatment before beginning to pump into me again. My mind spun helplessly, and I couldn't help but whimper as he fucked me ruthlessly into the ground - again and again with no reprieve for me or consideration for how it must look; a hero degraded like this...

Grover's massive girth kept ramming through my soaked pussy with an obscene SLURP. His entire 9 inches buries itself inside me in one smooth motion that left me absolutely breathless. Suddenly, the satyr hopped up behind me like some rutting beast in heat - taking full advantage of our size difference to plunder my pussy again with his cock. His furry legs were enough to bring him up to the height of my jiggling ass, standing upright behind me on the tip of his hoofs while his small belly presses up against the soft, wobbling globes of my huge buttcheeks. "G-G-Gr-Grover~" I sob as his hot, engorged cockhead RAMS against my cervix. Wait, where the fuck did that come from?

The heat... the heat of that huge dick is unbearable. He's searing me from the inside out, making my soft flesh sizzle with each squelching thrust. Every wild thrust sends his bloated ballsack slapping against my swollen clit, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my brain. My slit is so slick, so wet that each thrust of his meaty length is accompanied by a cthulupping sound that echoes around the room. The waistband of my ripped apart boxers stretched against my wide hips, he RUTS me, his fat satyr cock kept pounding into me raw and rough. Over and over, he SLAMS balls deep into my sloppy, wet cunt, making me go cross-eyed from the sheer force of his thrusts.

"Ha~ Ha~ Ngghnn~!" I whimper as another wave of intense pleasure hits me, my pussy clamping down on his length in response.

"I'm a hero... I-I was a hero..." I babble nonsensically as the pleasure begins to crest, the waves crashing against my weakening resolve. My world shatters around me as I teeter on the edge, ready to plunge into the abyss of ecstasy. One thing that remains clear among the chaos: I'm no longer the mighty Perseus the Great, but fully Callisto — a woman being rutted like a bitch in heat by a Satyr.

As he SLAMMED into me, my whole body lurched forward, my breasts swinging wildly beneath me. My chest smooshes against the ground, my nipples rubbing against the rough fabric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. My heart raced in my chest, each beat throbbing in my sensitive nipples and deep in my pussy.

The clearing was filled with the wet, obscene slap-slap-slap sound of his substantial balls slapping against my mound, swinging wildly with each pounding thrust of his cock. My body moves in rhythm with Grover's relentless pace, bouncing forward with each hard thrust as he bucks into me with animalistic abandon.

"Nyaaah! Oh G-gods, fuck! Fuck!" I yowl pathetically, struggling to even stay conscious. The wicked intensity of his thrusts have reduced me to one thing, and one thing only - a drooling, stammering, overflowing pussy. I don't feel like a hero anymore. It's like Grover's cock has reduced me into this dumb, pillowy, fucked little princess with a fat ass. I could feel my tits bouncing and flopping around. My Pussy lips stretched obscenely wide to accommodate every inch of his dick.

"U-UNGHHHH~! E-end... Eng-AGHHHHH!! Fuck... AH-AHHhn! Gr...G-Groverf..." The convoluted mess of words pouring out of my lips made me feel ashamed of what I had been reduced into. I could feel my pillowy ass quake with each slam of his body into mine.

Grover, barely a fighter, a satyr, who was endowed with a cock that defied nature, grunts and bleats, each fleeting moment marked by the squelching, brutal reaming of my once-heroic cunt. Wetness splashed soundly, noisily mingling with the rhythm of our flesh slapping together, a revolting symphony of debauchery.

He jumped, his furry, powerful legs giving him more than enough height to plunge ball-deep into me. His animalistic groans and that funny bleats were the only sound I got from his as I'm impaled repeatedly by his thick and long shaft. His massive balls smacked against me like a battering ram, each thud sending ripples of pleasure-pain through my body, making my plump ass jiggle obscenely with the force of his rutting.

"F-fuckkk, Groveeer you savage beast! I-it's shoooo~ good... Cram my s-sloppy cunt with your fat satyr cock! MASH it! Batter it like the brainless fuck doll I am!" I wail, each syllable laced with idiotic glee as the humiliation destroys any remaining shreds of my dignity.

The heavy balls of cum bulging with his disgustingly thick cum, flap and swing grotesquely with each thrust. My tits, too, swing wildly beneath me, flopping against my chest with wet, fleshy smacks that mimic the savage beating my cunt's enduring. each thrust feels like he was saying, "Clap Clap Clap Look at that slut jiggle!". I felt his hand snake around my back before bundling my long hair into a ponytail and yanking hard, my head snapped back with the force behind that yank, the delicate fabric of my ruined boxers kept straining against my lusciously wide hips. The constant stretching sends jolts of discomfort that spiral deliciously into the pleasure coursing through my veins.

"Oh, I'm n-nothing but a dribbling, moaning mess for your cock, Groverrr! Drill me deeper, pleassse! Punish your fuckdoll!" I plead, desperation dripping from every word as the overwhelming force of my impending climax builds beneath his unrelenting onslaught. His thrusts grow even more frenzied and ferocious, driven by my debased begging. With each vicious pound, he tears cries from my lips, my voice peaking in shattered, blissful screams. "Yes! Yes! Gawwwdsssss, I'm so full of your cock! More, Grover, please! Ruin me 'til I can't fucking remember my own name!"

The moment extends into eternity, every thrust pushing me closer to the edge. Finally, with a guttural roar and a last, merciless drive of his hips, Grover sends me spiraling into the abyss. My entire body convulses, my pussy clenching and spasming around his relentlessly pounding cock as waves of pleasure obliterate my senses.

"Uuuunnggghhhh~! Yeeesss, there! Oh FUCK! I... I'm gunna..."

It's coming. I'm gonna cum. Grover doesn't let up even then; fucking into my shaking form with abandon… until… until…

"NNNGGGRRRAAAAWWWWWWW~HAAHHH! FFFUUUUUCKK! G-G-GROVERRRRR!" I could feel the world fade into a haze of flashing lights, my mind overwhelmed by the sheer explosion of pleasure. Everything goes black. When I come to, the sensations rush back in – every nerve screaming, raw and overstimulated.

My vision is fuzzy as the clearing slowly swims back into focus.

"NNNGHH! Oh... oh my—GODS!"

A long trail of drool hangs from my slack jaw, trailing down onto the sheets beneath me. My eyes, wide open yet unfocused, eventually cross; spinning as Grover's fat cock continues to pound deep inside my quivering cunt.

"S-still…" I babble incoherently. I can feel droplets of my own pussy-nectar splattered across my inner thighs—they glisten in the sunlight. The sudden realization that I just squirted on my best friends cock not even moments into being a girl, the worst part was just how sinfully good how it felt, it felt like I was born for it, the ground beneah my puss was covered in my juices, Grover had yet to stop, he kept plunging even deeper into my ravaged pussy. His cruel smacks no longer sting my pride the way they should. My body can do nothing but revel in the depravity, helplessly grinding back against each brutal thrust.

I look around, senses returning painfully clear. The two bloated balls of cum hanging from his cock were still slapping my clit, keeping me in the throes of pleasure. My consciousness returned piece by humiliating piece as I piece together just how hard I came. The sodden ground beneath me is sopping, soaked in the sticky slurry of my squirt. My ass, still shuddering from the savage pounding, is scarlet from the merciless mashup. My plump pussy pried open by Grover's substantial shaft, spasms sharply, squeezing and suckling as if screaming for another spurt. My breasts, sensitive and painfully engorged, flop against the ground with each relentless thrust.

"G... Grover-," I whimper, eyes wide and desperate, the air around us thick with the heavy musk of our combined arousal. Grover shudders against me. The monstrous cock within me pulses ominously and I realize with a numb kind of detachment that he's cumming.

His cock pulses violently inside me, I had regained my senses enough to push him back, as the thick vein along the underside of his cock throbbed, his cock pulled out enough for me to feel thick, slimy cum along my back. It kept throbbing, with each jet of his revolting cum, my jiggling behind, was coated in ropes of his grimy and disgusting cum. "O-ohhh... gods," I moaned deliriously, my body shaking from the intensity of it all. I felt it throb, as his dick released his hot, yellowed satyr cum. Each pulsation of ecstasy from my big-dicked friends sent a fresh, wriggling stream of the thick, pungent semen into the growing white cover on my ass.

My senses were overwhelmed by the disgusting, musky scent of his release, a heady blend of satyr pheromones and the faintly acrid tang of their seed, clouding my mind even further as I struggle to retain any semblance of thought.

With a wet splat, Grover placed his cock, on his debauched artwork. Grover bleated, while my eyes, barely able to focus, as I tried to think of anything else but of this situation. I'm so fucked-out that I can barely muster a coherent thought, let alone a coherent response. I whimper softly, the fog in my brain thickening with every passing second as the nauseating stench wraps around me like a suffocating blanket.

I was barely able to register the world in my orgasm-addled brain – it seemed to revolve around the clearing without making any sense to me at all. It's only when he grinds his slick cockhead against my entrance again that reality begins to filter back through the fog clouding my mind.

I could feel my resistance crumbling, face burning with shame and body trembling as something broke inside me. The fabric of who I was, the man seemed like a distant illusion now. It's just me—Callisto, sprawled under his best friend, squirming above him.

"P-please, Grover," I whimper, my voice reduced to a high-pitched, breathy plea, soaked in desperation. "Please, I n-need it... I need your big, nasty satyr cock. Ram it into my stupid little whore cunt. F-fill me up!" Grover, who was still under the influence of the aphrodisiac, kept rubbing his veiny cock on my entrance, but not actually entering, teasing me more and more, on the edge of the addictive pleasure I just received. "M-more! Please, more!" I pant, my body betraying any semblance of dignity as I arch my back, pushing my throbbing pussy against his massive shaft. "I'm just a slutty, fuck-hungry whore for your gargantuan cock!" fuck dignity for now, I want what I just experienced again, that pleasure was so fucking good.

I felt his grubby hands grab my wide hips, fingers digging in as he aligned himself. My heart races, pounding against my chest like a war drum, each beat echoing the relentless desire that Grover has awakened in me. His grotesque, veiny cock, slick with the sheer amount of my own arousal, hovers at the entrance of my over-sensitized pussy.

"I can't... I can't hold back, Grover!" I squeal, my voice cracking with raw need. "Fuck me, please! Destroy my cunt with that giant satyr dick!" With one brutal slam, his girthy cockhead fully slams into me. The pain is excruciating like before, a guttural cry escaping my throat as I feel the fullness of his cock stretching me far wider than I ever imagined. Something dark inside of me revels in the humiliation.

"Fuck me, use me, I'm just your slutty little fuck-toy!" I wail, hating myself for every word, but the burning need between my thighs only intensifies with each vicious thrust. He leans closer, his fetid breath washing over my face. "Gods, yes! Destroy me! I'm nothing but a cock-hungry bitch for you!" I cry out, my voice broken, frantically pumping my hips back against him.

Something snaps, something inside so vital, so inherently me that its absence is both devastating and darkly freeing. My mind blanks, leaving nothing but the raw, animalistic need. "Fuck me... fuck me harder!" I sob, tears and drool mingling as my face contorts in a grotesque mask of lewd devastation. "Make me cum on your big, fucking satyr dick!"

The feeling of him going balls deep, finally making his whole length vanish inside my overused, overwhelmed pussy makes me scream—a sharp, piercing sound more animal than human. A profound break zips through my psyche, my thoughts splintering into chaotic fragments of raw, uncensored need. "G-Grover," I pant, the words drooling from my lips, "F- fuck! I love... I love your huge fucking satyr cock. Give me more. Ravage my slutty whore pussy!" My voice breaks, hitching between guttural moans and pathetic sobs. The shame was unbearable, yet it was drowned out by the sinful delight coursing through every nerve ending. My hips push back against his thrusts, eager for another dose of that brutal satyr dick. Under the weight of his furry body, I'm nothing but a quivering mound of flesh, squirming and squealing beneath him, completely succumbed to the primal desire he's stirred within me.

"Yes, fuck me, destroy me, I'm just a satyr-fucking whore!" I scream, the echo of my own voice sounding alien, debased, making it clear to myself to how low I've sunk. This is not good. As Grover grinds his hips into mine, he roars with delight, his grubby hands snaking their way up to my bouncing breasts. he grunts, wrapping his rough fingers around the mass of my tits. He squeezed harshly and I couldn't bite back a gasp, panting for breath as the pleasure builds. My nipples tighten painfully at the rough handling, stabbing jolts of pleasure went shooting down to my swollen clit. My response is nothing more than a series of involuntary, guttural moans as Grover relentlessly pounds into me.

"Ughh... Uhhhh... y- yes... ungh... ngh..." The words spill out between gasps, each syllable quaking under the force of his thrusts. The gravity of my debauchery doesn't fully dawn on me, stifled under the haze of raw, carnal desire. Grover's bleats were loud as he rammed his cock deeper, glorying in the submissive squirms and squeals his actions wrench from my abused body.

The obscene sound of our coupling fills the clearing; wet, sticky noises of his massive cock sliding in and out of my dripping wet cunt, accompanied by the depraved music of my continuous moans. His wet bulbous cockhead pokes irresistibly at that sweet spot inside me - the one that makes stars explode behind my closed eyes and forces strangled moans from between gritted teeth. I moan, my voice trembling under the strain of overwhelming pleasure coursing through my violated form. The musky stink of him fills my nostrils, which somehow enhanced the raw, animalistic need throbbing between my thighs.

His thrusts not slowing but growing even more intense, each one slamming into me with ruthless precision. My hips can't help but rise off the ground to meet him. "Ughhh… Oh, fuck yes!" I gasp, an orgasm building like a wildfire in my core, threatening to burst through every defensive wall I once held. It roars through my veins, a beast tearing at the confines of its cage. But still, a part of me fights - a dwindling flame of resistance, not ready to concede to the ignoble ecstasy that would make me his complete conquest.

I turn my head away, biting hard into my lip to muffle the rising crescendos of my moans. My body betrays me with each thrust, my pussy clinging to his massive, veiny cock like a sheath moulded just for him, milking him as if it knows no other purpose. The stars behind my eyes sparkle and burst, each one a tiny explosion of forbidden pleasure. It's a cosmic dance behind my closed eyelids, drawing me closer to the edge of a precipice I know I shouldn't want to leap off.

"Ngh..." I whimper between broken gasps. I could feel the undeniable spasms of my inner walls around his throbbing member.

My moans crescendo into high-pitched squeals, no longer able to contain the sounds of raw depravity being wrung from my thumping heart and quivering body. "I... I'm-" With each lewd slap of his balls against my rear, it felt like a continuous taunt to me. A muffled scream tears free from my clenched teeth as I throw all caution aside and clasp onto whatever will help keep me grounded in reality– hold off that impending climax now threatening to crash into existence with an intensity that terrifies even myself; so close now… I could feel it, this one was definitely going to be more intense than the previous one.

Grover's pace become frantic, bleats erupting from his throat every time he slams into me. His fingers dig painfully into my tits, lighting them afire with sharp sparks of inexplicable pleasure – sending me even closer to that cliff. With a primal roar, Grover buries himself to the hilt inside me. My body instinctively clenches around his invading monster of a cock, furthering my own arousal in the process.

His belly slaps heavily against mine with every hard thrust as he grinds himself against me, his ragged breaths harsh against my neck. The disgusting scent of him mingles with the overpowering odour of our mixed sweat and amorous activities and it's almost enough to make me gag.

A sudden emptiness floods me as Grover pulls his cock free from me with a wet schlick. My pussy clenches around nothing, unfulfilled and aching for something I refuse to give in to. The smell hits me almost immediately a pungent cocktail of bleach and musk cutting through the air. It's disgusting... or... at least it should be. The perverse satisfaction of having survived another round without giving him what he wanted delivers its own twisted thrill.

The clearing reeked of hardcore sex—stale cum and sweat permeating every corner of the tiny inn room. The air feels heavy, suffocating, filled with the rancid scent of our activities. My pussy is stretched, used, and clenching spasmodically around nothing as Grover pulled out, leaving me molten and empty. A trail of slick juice streams from my abused slit, adding to the already grotesque mess on the bed. "Please G-man, I c-can't… please, I'm… I'm so..." I stutter out, words barely forming as drool drips from my open mouth. My tongue lolls out, hanging stupidly as my eyes roll back and forth in incoherent exhaustion. Every squirm of my spent body makes the hanging tits jiggle and sway, each motion a reminder of how thoroughly I've been dominated and transformed into Grover's personal cum-receptacle, worst part? He was not even conscious or in the right-mind, I was literally raped by my best friend and I loved it...

The heavy stink of sex clings to my skin, fills my lungs with every exhausted breath. My eyes cross from sheer fatigue, my tongue hanging limp, and drooling down into a pool expanding beneath my head. It's a chaotic, sloppy mess, a lewd display of pure debasement where every inch of my being is a testament to being utterly claimed by a satyr master in the nastiest, sloppiest, dirtiest, of non-stop rutting. The last remnants of rational thought seem like nothing more than fleeting echoes within the hollow caverns that were once my mind. My eyes were crossed stupidly from sheer exhaustion as my tongue hangs limply out of open lips – saliva dribbling down onto sweat-soaked sheets beneath me.

The clearing is a fucking disaster, a debauched circus of sexual ruin and I'm the center act, lying sprawled on the soaked, sperm-stained ground. Every heavy breath I take is a wet gurgle, my face glazed with satyr cum, almost blocking one nostril and painting my cheeks. My camp half-blood top now clung to me tightly because of all the sweat, spit and sperm.

I could hear Grover above me, panting like a dog after a run. His massive, vile cock, still oozing the last of his jizz, twitches as he looks down at me, his eyes gleaming with a depraved excitement that chills my already-abused body. It's unreal. And of course, this bastard is getting hard again. He groans, his cock, that massive, thick, revolting thing, rises again, like a phoenix from the jizzy ashes. My eyes, crossed and unfocused from the overwhelming sexual chaos I've been subjected to watch in disbelief as I felt his thing bobs eagerly near my ass.

"G-Grover, p-please...not any more…" My voice is a whimper, a pathetic, noise lacking any real conviction. I am just so exhausted. Tears streak through the thick layers of cum on my face as he grabs my hips, yanking me up. I'm barely aware, my mind a shattered jumble of fuck-pink mush, as he positions me. The cold air hits my sopping wet, swollen pussy—the feeling almost alien after the heat of his incessant pounding. Grover's fingers dug in, tearing the torn boxers further aside with a wet snap as he aligns his grotesque cockhead with my unspoiled hole. His spit lands directly on my trembling puckered asshole, the warm glob mixed with the cool air making me shiver. He rubs the head of his cock against my ring, smearing the thick, slimy mixture over and around the tight opening. The scent of his musk, thick and heavy, fills my senses, drawing a sick, twisted arousal from the pit of my stomach. He growls, pushing against the resistance of my untouched hole. "Nhhhh— Noooo, it's too big!" I squeal. Bracing myself is the only thing I can manage, the only semblance of control left in my utterly degraded state.

I feel the first heavy slap of his nasty fuck-stick against my fat, wobbling ass cheeks. The impact jiggles them, rippling obscenely. "UGH—FUCKKK!", My throat tightens with fear. I don't know what to do except stay perfectly still and hope it's over quickly. The slimy tip of his grotesque cock prods at my trembling hole, smearing it with a disgusting mixture of my own cunt-squirt and his thick, stinking pre-cum. The first push was a sickening flop, his massive prick bends awkwardly, smacking wetly against my quivering asscheeks.

I whimper, more drool leaking from my mouth as his rough fingers dig painfully into my hips. He aligns himself again, grunting with exertion. On the second try, his cock just slides along the sweaty valley between my cheeks, the tip leaving a sick trail of pre-cum.

He grunts, then pulls back for another attempt. His third attempt isn't much better, the tip of his cock flopping against my hole but not finding purchase, just slapping my abused flesh and making me squeal again.

My mind is a pitiful haze, every slap, sinking me deeper into debasement. Finally, on the fourth attempt—

P-POP!

I scream as his huge purple helmet breaches my tight, untouched ring.

"AGHHHHH— OUCH!" I heard Grover howl in triumph, as he shoves more of his massive cock into my ass. The clearing spins for me again, for the umpteenth time, my vision blurred with tears as his monstrous dick stretches my asshole wider than I ever imagined possible. The pain is fucking raw, an inferno blazing through every nerve ending. Each pull-out is a drawn, slippery noise, schlick, as if he's desecrating my very soul. Then he thrusts back in, sheer brutality as his veiny prick spears through my gutted depths. "UNGH—FUCKKK!"

His grunts were almost as harsh and violating as his cock ramming in and out of my ass. Each thrust sends waves of sick pleasure mingling with the agonizing pain, shaking me to the core. His pace increased, his throbbing balls slapping against my pathetically drooling, twitching cunt with each violent thrust. Grover's thrust kept becoming more brutal, more insistent. He yanked on my hair, straining my neck as he pulled my head. His other hand slams onto my back, pushing me down onto the bed with a sick shlop, my jiggling tits pressed into the cooling puddle of satyr spunk. "Fuuuuuck," I say, as Grover groans as he forces my ass up, my back arching sinfully as he presses my face back down into the sticky mess.

"UGHNNN—FUCK, SHIT! It hurts!" I scream, but my cries are muffled against the sperm-soaked ground. He's so deep, each slam of his hips making my fat cheeks wobble and jiggle. Under him, I'm nothing more than a fucked-out doll—the once hero now just a squealing bitch, reduced to a twitching mass of hyper-sensitive nerves, bouncing and jiggling around his massive, veiny cock, while the only thing I can do is whine, writhing under his overpowering thrusts.

My ass-globes wobble with each SMACK of his bony furry hips against my soft, peachy flesh. "UNNGH! AHH! AH!" It's all I can manage.

"UuuuUUUuuuUUUUUgh!", this high, undignified, mindless wailing escaping my spit and sperm-slick lips.

"HuuuUUUUuuuUUUuuuAAaaHH! AHH... HA! HAHHHHH!" My voice is a shrill, pathetic sound.

The size of him is an impossibility, a demon of raw flesh and gristle that is hellbent on reaming my very soul. Every thrust sends a twisted cocktail of pain and pure, searing heat up in my guts.

"UuuuUUUUUuuuuUUuuhhhhh!" But the pain is changing. The horrific, gut-twisting sensations start to dull. My slowing, mindless whimpers become loud, needy moans. "OoooOOOoooh!"

Slowly, it twists and warps into something else. There's a strange heat brewing in me, not the molten lava of his cock stretching me beyond belief, but something hotter—something that makes my empty cunt twitch and my nipples tighten even more.His cock, that horrifying, vein-choked rod of satyr meat, starts to feel... good.

My insides, once screaming in agony, now ripple and coax against his monstrous girth. "Gods—" I moan, my voice a drawn-out cry of sick ecstasy. "It... it feels..."

He bleats, yanking my hair again, pulling my head back to let my moans echo through the stale, cum-scented air. His thick rod pistons in and out of my wrecked ass, sending jolts of unwanted, filthy pleasure coursing through my veins. My mind forces back the humiliation, the shame, the horror of being ass-fucked raw by a satyr and focuses instead on that filthy warmth blooming inside me.

His pace quickens, his thick rod churning up my guts, his prong mashing against the delicate nerves inside me. I feel a pressure build, it's more intense, more everything. "UNGHH~~~!" I wail.

The climax rips through me, an undignified, squirting release that splashes on the ground beneath me. His monstrous cock continues to plough my ruined ass, making the orgasm last, stretching for what feels like an eternity of grimy, horrifying pleasure.

"AhhhHUuuuU! Fucking satyr cock!" is all I can manage, the words bubbling from my cum and drool-laden mouth. "Oh, god. So deep…!"

My cunt spasms, a torrent of juice squirting out and wetting the ground, the scent of my pussy, the cum, the sweat, all of it mingling in the filthy clearing. My ass clenches down on his throbbing member, the rippling muscles milking him even as he continues to relentlessly pound into me. It's the most intense, most humiliating orgasm I've had. I'm being wrecked over and over by his giant, veiny prick, whimpering and moaning like the pathetic ass slut I've become.

As Grover's monstrous thrusts become more urgent, a familiar, dreadful pressure builds deep inside my guts. The obscene size and heat of his absolutely writhing satyr cock make me nauseous, trembling with each wet slap of his hips against my jiggling ass.

I feel him twitch. His massive cock, buried balls-deep inside me, seizes up.

He's going to cum. Inside me.

The pressure in my rectum spikes, a heat so intense it's unbearable.

I whimper, my voice barely a squeak through the overwhelming mixture of drool and gunky satyr spunk already coating my lips. It's too much. He's too deep. My body shudders as his inhuman prick twitches inside me, the hot, slimy precum no doubt beginning to drizzle.

I can actually feel the massive veins wrapped tightly around his shaft as they expand, pushing grotesquely against the already strained walls of my rectum. It's like having a live, squirming animal trying to burrow further into my body; its movement sending ripples of both pain and a sick, twisted form of pleasure that I loathe to acknowledge.

The sensation begins subtly—with a heavy throb near the opening of my rectum. It's a pulse, like the rhythmic beating of a heart. It shifts, it preps—and then, with a surge of pressure that makes my eyes water, it happens.

BLURRRRT!!!

The first spurt is less a release and more an explosion. It rockets through his shaft with enough force to jerk his hips against mine. A hot, thick stream of satyr cum blasts into my bowels, the intense pressure making my eyes bulge.

It's a foreign, uncomfortable warmth that sears through my insides, stirring a mix of intense discomfort and shameful pleasure. The heat spreads, radiating outwards and creeping up my colon. His big, hairy balls twitch against me, more and more of his sperm blasting into my ravaged ass.

Each rope of his cum fills me deeper, stretching the sensitive walls of my intestines. My abdomen tenses reflexively, muscles clenching hard against the unnatural fullness spreading through me. I feel my stomach distend slightly from the inside, the sharp inflation a stark, hard swelling against my spine. Another throbbing jet of cum surges up, the nauseatingly warm blast followed by several more, each one as violently forceful as the last. His seed rushes up through my colon, filling me to an almost bursting point. My gut churns with the vile hot liquid, the sensation so intense I fear it might actually rupture.

His words are no match for the biological reality of his claim. I feel the cum rise, a tide of filth making its way inexorably upward, pushing against the natural contractions of my digestive tract. The pressure is immense, unbearable, as if my organs are being forcibly rearranged. His seed infiltrates further, seeping into my upper colon, swirling around, the degrading warmth making me dizzy with disgust and an unwanted, shameful arousal.

It reaches my stomach. The sheer volume of his ejaculation is so immense, I can actually feel my belly swell outward, the stretched skin tight and hot. The pressure from inside against my diaphragm makes it hard to breathe, each gasp a labor fraught with the thick scent of bleach and musk that is utterly overwhelming.

His hands, still gripping my hips, pull me back against him in one final, possessive jerk. His cock twitches, a last few dribbles of hot satyr seed painting my insides, ensuring every part of my intestines, my stomach is biologically marked. My legs tremble underneath me, barely able to support the unnatural weight of my distended belly. It's a grotesque bulge, a fleshy testament to the immense volume of satyr cum that Grover just pumped deep into my absolutely wrecked ass. The moist slickness of spilled cum underfoot betrays me, and I slip. My knees buckle, and I crash face-first into a nasty, sticky puddle of spit and jizz. The impact jars me, and a horrifyingly loud BLURRRRRRTTTT!!! erupts from my over-filled ass.

"Fuck! Fuckkk—UNGH!" My cries are mingled with heavy gurgles as more cum leaks out of my ass, joining the expanding pool on the floor. Thick, heavy ropes of satyr cum spew out, splattering against the ground with wet, disgusting SPLATS.

I am a mess. A filthy, utterly humiliated mess. I push myself up onto shaky hands and knees, the squelch of cum beneath me making my stomach churn. Trying to regain some semblance of control, I awkwardly squat, feeling the intense pressure in my overstuffed bowels urging me to expel the remaining load.

With a deep groan, I bear down. The first expulsion is a loud, obscene GLOOOOP!, a thick stream of cum bursting from my stretched, gaping asshole. It hits the floor with a heavy, nasty thud, splashing my ankles with residual filth.

"Ahhh… FUCK!" I cry out, the sensation sickening yet also very relieving. Each push is accompanied by a deep, visceral clench of my overworked muscles, the sensation in my raw, tender anus a blistering reminder of Grover's brutal invasion.

Another GLOOOOP! GLOOOOP! follows, each one more forceful than the last — thick, heavy ropes of filthy satyr seed ejecting from my body, painting the floor with more layers of disgusting, viscous fluid. Through tears and choke-sobs, I push again, harder. The cum floods out, easier now, the stretched rim of my asshole allowing the viscous, pungent spunk to flow freely. I feel a wild, demeaning pang of relief with each expulsion, my mind reeling from the surreal, grotesque reality of my situation.

Each jet of cum expelled brings with it a depraved, involuntary shudder — a filthy pleasure firing through my wrecked nerves. The floor around me is a swamp of satyr spunk, reflecting my utterly ruined state. My ruined clothes clung to my sweaty body as I gasp and moan.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the last heavy loads of cum sputter from my gaping ass. My entire body trembles with exhaustion and overstimulation, each nerve ending screaming from the relentless physical and emotional toll the night has taken. I collapse into the sticky, cum-drenched mess beneath me, panting heavily, every breath a labored gasp. I lie there, broken, gasping like a beached whale amidst the puddles of satyr cum. Like me, the fire had also burnt out and so had Grover, had I been more observant I would've seen Grover collapse the moment I started removing his cum…

I, mad at myself and Grover, left the clearing and went back into the cave, picking up some of the fruit and golden fleece with me on the way to satiate my hunger, to clear the taste of my mouth and just to heal from this traumatic experience. I'm not even going to reflect on what all shit I said during the heat of the moment, I'm done, I just want to go home, back to mom and camp half-blood. But first I went to the stream nearby to clean up, there is no way am I sleeping with dried cum from my best friend stuck to my body.