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Chapter 14: Race
Kate wasn’t sure what sort of ‘game’ the arguably sadistic producer had in mind for them during their time in what would surely end up being the world’s most perverted summer camp. Arm binder jogging didn’t immediately come to mind, but it was evidently what was in store for them.
Kate, and the other females, had their arms pulled behind their backs and locked in v shaped leather sleaves that kept them bound tight. This eliminated the girls’ ability to use their arms and forced them to arch their chests presenting their milk engorged tits. Then they were pointed to a trail leading to the mountain top, told they had a brief HeadStart and that the farther they got before the males caught up to them the fancier their accommodations would be for the stay.
Personally Kate found it a rather unfair competition. Not for herself though, sergals were known for speed, LOTS of it, even being a bit wobbly with out her arms she’d be out ahead quick and stay there. This unfairness wasn’t lost on the other girls, who grumbled about it some, but none were willing to simply refuse the competition once they saw pictures of the cabins.
The bottom most one for the losers was little more than one large room with two bunk beds in it for four breeders to share, and a side closet that served as a bathroom. They got progressively roomier and more private as they went up the mountain with the very last being a two bedroom with a separate kitchen, a jacuzzi, a living room and a large deck overlooking the valley below. Kate wasn’t about to NOT enjoy a hot tub, so regardless how ‘unfair’ the competition was, as soon as the countdown hit zero she was off.
It wasn’t long before it became clear exactly what list of fetishes this particular competition was catering too with the viewers at home. All breeders lactated, at least after their first pregnancy, many lactated quite a lot. Add that to the fact that none could cover, or even support their breasts in the current situation and it led to large amounts of flopping, and dripping. Kate winced as she ran, as her feet pounded the dirt path, her tits yanked on her chest, bouncing up and down, and up and down. Each downward flop seemed to elicit another squirt of milk from both her nipples, the white flow soon reaching below said nipples and dampening the fur of her breasts, then her stomach. She was sure she looked like quite the sight, and even more sore that someone was very much getting off to this, and even MORE sure that her tits were going to be so damn sore once this was over.
But stopping wasn’t an option. She may have been a sergal, but she wasn’t going to fall into a ‘tortoise and the hare’ situation. Many of the breeders were a bit more plump, and of less rocket-shaped species so were no competition, but she couldn’t count out all of them. This got even more true when she realized that the path was running along a river. This wasn’t of immediate note, until something brushed the water’s surface, a tail, then a smirking face as something passed by.
“Sheila!?” Kate gasped between breathes. Even with out any use of her arms the sea creature’s powerful tail was jet propelling her up the river. She didn’t have to run at all, she didn’t have to worry about sore pendulous milk drenched tits, she was going to win!
“Fuck NO!” Kate parked and sped up. Sheila had been angling a bit into the ‘rival’ role this whole season and Kate wasn’t about to just let that go. She put the power down and sped up, suddenly far less sure about how much of an ‘unfair’ advantage she really had in this competition.
She turned a hard corner and was almost spun around by her own chest pinwheeling about with the momentum. She came across a small waterfall, normally she’d scramble up it to save time, but without her arms she’d have to follow the zigzag path for safety….
Sheila breached the water, rocketing up from the deep pool below the fall and leaping straight to the top. It conjured images of a salmon jumping up river. If the salmon was over 5 feet tall, with a serpent’s tail, DD tits and legs that looked like they could kick over a….
Kate shook her head to get back her focus and growled. No she had to take a risk. Kate ran straight at the rock next to the falls, no zig zagging the long way, she kicked off one and started to jump her way up, arms or no arms.
And ended up flat on her face in the mud.
At least she had got up the falls and probably still saved time, even as she struggled to figure out how to stand without arms. She had to work her leg up under her into a pretzel position and lift with her knees in a rather awkward contortion to even stand up, but stand up she did, just as a feline paw hit the ground next to her and lept off.
The cheetah girl, Kate hadn’t learned her name yet, had just caught up. Her species may not be as alpine focused, but she was fast, and her lithe form meant that she had less of a big-tits situation to deal with on the run. Kate cursed again and got up before taking off, hopefully someone was into naked mud covered bouncing leaking sergal tits.
Who was she kidding, someone was definitely into that.
Kate’s next surprise came only a few minutes later. She had kept the cheetah mostly in view, her feet were more suited to the rocks that got more prevalent as they went higher up the trail so she was holding the girl in sight when she became certain that her run was nearly over. Out of the corner of her eye caught sight of a blue shape, a blue shape with red stripes gaining fast.
“Dad!? Dammit!” Kate could almost feel what would happen next. It seemed that the males had been set off, and with full use of their arms could most would fairly easily outpace the awkwardly hobbling girls. Marcus would take her down, rail her good and hard and she would at MOST end up in third pace.
He sped right past her, not even slowing.
“What the?...” Kate asked of the world as she continued up the trail, now with her dad’s back receding away from her. It didn’t seem to make sense, at least not right off. As she went on she started to realize however what might just be going on. The guys were basically competing for the cabins as well, but it was the farthest girl’s that elicited the best rooms so it paid to skip over the slower ones and only focus on the winners if you could. Bag the girl in first, bag the best rooms.
It was a risk too, if you went after the leaders and then someone else beat you, you’d have to double back and then second place may have been grabbed by the third place male, and so on. However it seemed a risk the faster male’s were willing to take as she was soon passed up by both Ellin and Esbu Meaning that all three male sergals were now in front of her, but only two girls were, at least that she was aware of. Where were the taurs then? Four legs is fast, though maybe not in a windy wooded path.
Either way one of them could double back on her, so if she wanted to win she’d have to pass when they competed for the other girls. There would be a chance for that too. Kate had seen the map of the mountain. The river that Sheila was using to rocket past the others ended at a high altitude lake, but NOT at the top of the mountain. She’d have to squirm herself out the water and onto her feet without use of her arms. If she could even do that then she’d be far slower than Kate was at the next part.
The lake was coming up soon, not long and it came into view. Kate was aching at this point. Sore arms, sore legs, and VERY sort tits, but she still grinned seeing the splashing in the water and mud as a sergal male that looked like Ellin had Sheila pinned. It seemed he had his prize. A strong second place, or well, more like third place at this point. Kate winked at them as she passed by. That left who? Marcus and Esbu ahead as well as the Cheetah girl? One would get her and the other would turn to get Kate probably. Well the top cabin had two bedrooms, but one was definitely the ‘master’ of the two. Winning was back on the table and Kate gave it her all as she tried to go on. If the boys ended up fighting over the Cheetah girl maybe, just maybe she could get a little farther than her and technically win, even if one of the guys would likely jump her the instant she passed.
Eventually she found them… The girl was pinned down and was being claimed by Esbu. Just esbu? Kate looked around, where was Marcus? Did he go on? Was there someone ahead of her? No time to worry about it. She passed by hearing an angry frustrated mrowwl from the pinned cat. Was that anger? Or orgasm? Or both? Either way Kate was ahead, was in first. The top cabin and the finish line was ahead as was her father.
Who was humping something.
What? How? No one else had passed her, who did Marcus? Kate’s eyes widened in realization as she got close enough to see who was pinned against the wall of the final cabin.
Lapis.
“Fucking WINGS!” Kate gasped out, “That is so not fair at AHHH”
Face face planted sore tits first into eh deck of the final cabin. The force on her tits caused a final blast of milk to come out almost making them look like burst water balloons, and sore as if they were too. Kate had gotten caught right at the end. A firm second place, but still second place.
She glanced over her shoulder to see who had her pinned down, squirming as a heavy scaled butt sat down using her own but as a chair, and a smug look on his face.
“Hello Nevian.” Kate said between out of breath gasps, “Fucking wings.”
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Chapter 14: Race
Kate wasn’t sure what sort of ‘game’ the arguably sadistic producer had in mind for them during their time in what would surely end up being the world’s most perverted summer camp. Arm binder jogging didn’t immediately come to mind, but it was evidently what was in store for them.
Kate, and the other females, had their arms pulled behind their backs and locked in v shaped leather sleaves that kept them bound tight. This eliminated the girls’ ability to use their arms and forced them to arch their chests presenting their milk engorged tits. Then they were pointed to a trail leading to the mountain top, told they had a brief HeadStart and that the farther they got before the males caught up to them the fancier their accommodations would be for the stay.
Personally Kate found it a rather unfair competition. Not for herself though, sergals were known for speed, LOTS of it, even being a bit wobbly with out her arms she’d be out ahead quick and stay there. This unfairness wasn’t lost on the other girls, who grumbled about it some, but none were willing to simply refuse the competition once they saw pictures of the cabins.
The bottom most one for the losers was little more than one large room with two bunk beds in it for four breeders to share, and a side closet that served as a bathroom. They got progressively roomier and more private as they went up the mountain with the very last being a two bedroom with a separate kitchen, a jacuzzi, a living room and a large deck overlooking the valley below. Kate wasn’t about to NOT enjoy a hot tub, so regardless how ‘unfair’ the competition was, as soon as the countdown hit zero she was off.
It wasn’t long before it became clear exactly what list of fetishes this particular competition was catering too with the viewers at home. All breeders lactated, at least after their first pregnancy, many lactated quite a lot. Add that to the fact that none could cover, or even support their breasts in the current situation and it led to large amounts of flopping, and dripping. Kate winced as she ran, as her feet pounded the dirt path, her tits yanked on her chest, bouncing up and down, and up and down. Each downward flop seemed to elicit another squirt of milk from both her nipples, the white flow soon reaching below said nipples and dampening the fur of her breasts, then her stomach. She was sure she looked like quite the sight, and even more sore that someone was very much getting off to this, and even MORE sure that her tits were going to be so damn sore once this was over.
But stopping wasn’t an option. She may have been a sergal, but she wasn’t going to fall into a ‘tortoise and the hare’ situation. Many of the breeders were a bit more plump, and of less rocket-shaped species so were no competition, but she couldn’t count out all of them. This got even more true when she realized that the path was running along a river. This wasn’t of immediate note, until something brushed the water’s surface, a tail, then a smirking face as something passed by.
“Sheila!?” Kate gasped between breathes. Even with out any use of her arms the sea creature’s powerful tail was jet propelling her up the river. She didn’t have to run at all, she didn’t have to worry about sore pendulous milk drenched tits, she was going to win!
“Fuck NO!” Kate parked and sped up. Sheila had been angling a bit into the ‘rival’ role this whole season and Kate wasn’t about to just let that go. She put the power down and sped up, suddenly far less sure about how much of an ‘unfair’ advantage she really had in this competition.
She turned a hard corner and was almost spun around by her own chest pinwheeling about with the momentum. She came across a small waterfall, normally she’d scramble up it to save time, but without her arms she’d have to follow the zigzag path for safety….
Sheila breached the water, rocketing up from the deep pool below the fall and leaping straight to the top. It conjured images of a salmon jumping up river. If the salmon was over 5 feet tall, with a serpent’s tail, DD tits and legs that looked like they could kick over a….
Kate shook her head to get back her focus and growled. No she had to take a risk. Kate ran straight at the rock next to the falls, no zig zagging the long way, she kicked off one and started to jump her way up, arms or no arms.
And ended up flat on her face in the mud.
At least she had got up the falls and probably still saved time, even as she struggled to figure out how to stand without arms. She had to work her leg up under her into a pretzel position and lift with her knees in a rather awkward contortion to even stand up, but stand up she did, just as a feline paw hit the ground next to her and lept off.
The cheetah girl, Kate hadn’t learned her name yet, had just caught up. Her species may not be as alpine focused, but she was fast, and her lithe form meant that she had less of a big-tits situation to deal with on the run. Kate cursed again and got up before taking off, hopefully someone was into naked mud covered bouncing leaking sergal tits.
Who was she kidding, someone was definitely into that.
Kate’s next surprise came only a few minutes later. She had kept the cheetah mostly in view, her feet were more suited to the rocks that got more prevalent as they went higher up the trail so she was holding the girl in sight when she became certain that her run was nearly over. Out of the corner of her eye caught sight of a blue shape, a blue shape with red stripes gaining fast.
“Dad!? Dammit!” Kate could almost feel what would happen next. It seemed that the males had been set off, and with full use of their arms could most would fairly easily outpace the awkwardly hobbling girls. Marcus would take her down, rail her good and hard and she would at MOST end up in third pace.
He sped right past her, not even slowing.
“What the?...” Kate asked of the world as she continued up the trail, now with her dad’s back receding away from her. It didn’t seem to make sense, at least not right off. As she went on she started to realize however what might just be going on. The guys were basically competing for the cabins as well, but it was the farthest girl’s that elicited the best rooms so it paid to skip over the slower ones and only focus on the winners if you could. Bag the girl in first, bag the best rooms.
It was a risk too, if you went after the leaders and then someone else beat you, you’d have to double back and then second place may have been grabbed by the third place male, and so on. However it seemed a risk the faster male’s were willing to take as she was soon passed up by both Ellin and Esbu Meaning that all three male sergals were now in front of her, but only two girls were, at least that she was aware of. Where were the taurs then? Four legs is fast, though maybe not in a windy wooded path.
Either way one of them could double back on her, so if she wanted to win she’d have to pass when they competed for the other girls. There would be a chance for that too. Kate had seen the map of the mountain. The river that Sheila was using to rocket past the others ended at a high altitude lake, but NOT at the top of the mountain. She’d have to squirm herself out the water and onto her feet without use of her arms. If she could even do that then she’d be far slower than Kate was at the next part.
The lake was coming up soon, not long and it came into view. Kate was aching at this point. Sore arms, sore legs, and VERY sort tits, but she still grinned seeing the splashing in the water and mud as a sergal male that looked like Ellin had Sheila pinned. It seemed he had his prize. A strong second place, or well, more like third place at this point. Kate winked at them as she passed by. That left who? Marcus and Esbu ahead as well as the Cheetah girl? One would get her and the other would turn to get Kate probably. Well the top cabin had two bedrooms, but one was definitely the ‘master’ of the two. Winning was back on the table and Kate gave it her all as she tried to go on. If the boys ended up fighting over the Cheetah girl maybe, just maybe she could get a little farther than her and technically win, even if one of the guys would likely jump her the instant she passed.
Eventually she found them… The girl was pinned down and was being claimed by Esbu. Just esbu? Kate looked around, where was Marcus? Did he go on? Was there someone ahead of her? No time to worry about it. She passed by hearing an angry frustrated mrowwl from the pinned cat. Was that anger? Or orgasm? Or both? Either way Kate was ahead, was in first. The top cabin and the finish line was ahead as was her father.
Who was humping something.
What? How? No one else had passed her, who did Marcus? Kate’s eyes widened in realization as she got close enough to see who was pinned against the wall of the final cabin.
Lapis.
“Fucking WINGS!” Kate gasped out, “That is so not fair at AHHH”
Face face planted sore tits first into eh deck of the final cabin. The force on her tits caused a final blast of milk to come out almost making them look like burst water balloons, and sore as if they were too. Kate had gotten caught right at the end. A firm second place, but still second place.
She glanced over her shoulder to see who had her pinned down, squirming as a heavy scaled butt sat down using her own but as a chair, and a smug look on his face.
“Hello Nevian.” Kate said between out of breath gasps, “Fucking wings.”
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