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Subject: {ASSM} A Frosty Solstice (FsententMeme/Mhedgehog SF Postfurry MC BDSM Caution)
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                 A Frosty Solstice (FsententMeme/Mhedgehog SF Postfurry
                                    MC D/s S/m Caution)
                 By ? The Platypus

This story was set in the Puzzlebox universe, it involves a sentent
meme called Foobus and a blue anthropomorphic warror hedgehog called
Frostbyte.  Frostbyte isn't my character and any over him rights
remain with his player.  More info on the puzzlebox wiki 
www.puzzleboxmuck.org

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"So when does the kinky sex start?" asked Frostbyte standing naked in
the cold. His battle tuned sensors could feel the heartbeat of the
giant stasis engines that lived deep within the ice. The legends said
that ancient gods slept dreamlessly, enveloped within their fields.

Foobus smiled cheekily, and stepped closer to the hedgehog, her feet
leaving no impression in the snow, her movement not even disturbing
the flakes that fell through her body.

    "Soon. Give me a kiss, your hornyness."

Frostbyte grabbed the Foobus around her hips, and pulled her close. He
kissed her deeply, feeling her, tasting her. He knew that what he was
experiencing as foobus was illusory, that deep within his mind a
mental virus was manipulating his senses so that he might experience
her. And he knew that because the mind virus had almost complete
access to his memories and consciousness, this illusion was fine tuned
to appear as that which he most desired.

Frostbyte licked deeply into Foobus's mouth, tasting her saliva; it
was thick like honey, and had a taste resembling Ring. He licked
deeply, tasting it, and swallowing it - it was Ring, but where did it
come from?

And in that moment of confusion, Foobus pounced. It extended out from
dark corners of Frostbyte's mind, and extended its influence directly
into his mentality. Quickly it locked down his consciousness, taking
full control of his body.

With his mind bound by the virus, he felt his body move without his
will driving it. He felt it probe deep into himself and trigger one of
his deepest "tricks"; he felt himself bifurcate, then bifurcate again,
and once more.

He wondered what Foo was doing to him, and he felt Foo whisper back
into his thoughts: "You will find out soon."

The Frostbytes crawled subserviently, following Foo's image as she
walked along the trail. A short distance away the trail widened and in
this clearing sat a sled and its harness.

The leather harnesses were fashioned from the skin of the transcendent
dragon, who at the height of orgasm achieved awareness of all things
and in that state of divine sexual ecstasy left his body to wander the
realms higher then this one.  The ropes were woven from the silk of
chitin queens and spun diamond.

With four limbs to the ground the Frostbytes were harnessed to the
sled, fixed in place, noses a few inches from their brother frost's
ass. Foobus cracked her neuronic whip above her team, sending a wave
of pain across the bodies of the hedgehogs.

    "Mush!" she commanded.

Frost's powerful legs started to pull at the sleigh, the craft sliding
forward, and then with a powerful kick of strength the sled
accelerated. Foo yelled encouragement, and with Frost's efforts, the
vehicle gained speed.

Soon the sled was speeding along the path, snow tossed aside by the
rapid pumping of the Frostbytes, his breath fogging in the extreme
cold. Frost considered the two leader clones to be the least
fortunate, because the others could look at his fine ass, while the
leaders where forced to endure the relative plainness of the scenery.

At high speed the team approached the cliff, but Foobus shouted and
whipped them, not even touching the brakes, faster and faster they
rode towards the end of the path - and then with one powerful leap the
team took to the sky. The hog team arced slightly as Foo guided them
towards Bottom.

At the height of the Solstice celebrations, the sleigh rode through
the skies of Bottom. Foo threw present boxes into the orgy-crowd, she
tossed them deep into the burrows, she bounced them into the Orion,
and she delved them to those that dwell in the orgone gardens.

When each of the boxes was opened, inside there was a sex toy. Each
toy picked to be perfect for its recipient, tailored to their deepest
kink. Dildos, sexdolls, suppositories, and sextoys so novel nether the
erotologists of bottom-up nor the pornomancers of bottom-down had
names for them.

And when every toy was delivered, Foobus set down her team and
released the ropes, allowing each Frost to mount each other, each
Frost to suck the other off, and each Frost to give each other a hand
job. Foo dissolved herself into the orgy becoming a spare penis here,
and extra mouth there. Adding orifices and cocks to the
Escherfuck. And after an hour of powerful pounding thrusts the
Frostbytes came.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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