Going Viral at Tomorrowland - Chapter 4

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Going Viral at Tomorrowland - Chapter 4

by Zmeydros

(edited by Tiliquain and Journeymanic)

Athena was in my hotel room, her horsecock large as life and stuffed between my thighs. If someone had told me this would be happening today, I would've thought they were crazy. But there was no denying the heat, firmness, and insistent throbbing of her length.

The only word I managed to say in response to this situation was, "More!"

"More what?" she asked.

"I don't know, I just want more," I replied. There were so many options, so many things I wanted to try, and I didn't want this sexcapade to end until I'd had her inside me.

She chuckled and smiled brightly before grabbing my shoulders and pushing me onto the bed. While I was sputtering and wondering what she was up to, she got on all fours above me and spun around so her exceptional, mottled, horse pussy and balls were facing me. The scent from her marehood was sweet and floral, like orange blossoms. As she lowered it toward me, her head dipped down to mine.

I moaned and gyrated under her when I felt her hot breath on my sensitive changed lips. She quieted me by planting her pussy on my face. Her wetness got all over my nose, lips, and chin as I tasted her sweet folds. When I got my lips around her clit and started sucking, she did the same to me. We whinnied excitedly while grinding against each other's faces, our cunts winking over and over.

Neither of us cared about controlling our cries of passion, instead we reveled in expressing our lust for each other. I nipped and licked and sucked and hummed at her horse clit. My experimentation inspiring her to be more adventurous, she put her thumb inside my snatch and pressed it against the back wall. I nearly came on the spot. It felt so good to be filled while getting oral. When I did the same to her while using my other hand to cup one of her hefty balls, she came, covering me in her juices.

Instead of collapsing after her gigantic release, she kept at it. Hearing my shrill moans, she knew I was close and started adding fingers. Then, as I kicked at the bed, shoved her whole fist inside my cunt, showing me what my new mare parts were capable of. I came instantly, whinnying and screaming while my legs spasmed and my back arched.

As that was happening, while I was too busy cumming to tell her not to, she took my virgin prick into her mouth. I couldn't believe the sensations coming from it. I'd felt my clit press up between my fingers when I masturbated, but this was on a whole different level. My whole dick was surrounded by warmth. I could feel the skin of my shaft stretch, the pressure her tongue was exerting, the chill of the air whenever she pulled her mouth back. Moving on their own, my hips thrust in time with her motions as I hissed through my teeth.

To my relief, when I came a half minute later, nothing came out and I didn't grow even a centimeter. But I did have a completely bizarre experience. Cumming from my prick was like a sharp stab of pleasure, like getting hit by lightning. It blew my breakers and got deep grunting groans from me. The moment I came down from it, Athena started laughing.

"Shut up!" I said.

Pulling her mouth off me, she said, "That was adorable. You sounded like you were trying to do a lion impression."

"Oh? Do you make less embarrassing sounds when you cum from your cock?" I asked.

"Let's find out." She got off me and then quickly settled between my legs.

"Hey! You already know what sounds you make!" I corrected.

"I don't know what sounds I make when I'm fucking you, though. Part of why I love sex is that it’s different with every person." She pressed her wide, pre-drooling, equine head against my snatch.

"I can't tell you how much I want this, I don't have words," I said.

She chuckled. "Same here. It’s time to see how far along your mare pussy is." Her hips jumped forward, popping the head of her horsecock into my cunt.

"AAAAHHH!" I cried out.

"You like?" she teased.

"Fuck yes!" I hooked my legs around behind her and pulled her toward me, forcing her to stuff me with every inch that would fit. I'd never been stretched like this, never had anything so hot, big, and hard inside me. The slight ribbed texture of my passage was magnified by how taut my flesh was. She couldn't move a millimeter without me knowing. To my frustration, I bottomed out with only half of her inside me. "Damn it!"

"Just give it time. I bet I'll be getting in all the way by the end of the week." She pulled all the way out and then plunged half her length back in.

"Unf! I hope so! I feel like it's not enough, like there should be more inside me." I wanted to feel her heavy balls smack my ass as she fucked me, damn it!

"I bet I'll get you to whinny all the same," she said as she grabbed my hips and bucked, jabbing me with her legend-sized length.

I clawed at the sheets, I threw pillows at her and yowled like a feral cat. I had no idea what to do with myself. Sex had never felt this good, I'd never felt this good. She was beaming with confidence the whole time, pleased as peach to be dicking someone so appreciative. An electric warmth was building in my snatch and splashing across every inch of me as she hammered away with her bestial blunt prick. She'd had the good sense to rub at my clit with her thumb as she did so, making sure I got the stimulation I would have gotten from her loins clapping against mine.

She started groaning and making broken jagged thrusts as her flare expanded inside me. This made me even more aware of the texture of my passage and the immense size of her insertion. I came just before she did, whipping my head backward so hard that I bonked it on the padded headboard. As she unleashed a true stallion's load inside me, I whinnied over and over again, my pussy milking her for all she was worth. I felt her jizz spill out of me onto the bed long before she was done. There just wasn't enough room for it all.

Seeing that my nipples were rock hard, she grabbed them and tugged, both of us still orgasming. I squealed and wiggled back and forth feeling concentrated bliss spill into every corner of my being. The only thing that concerned me was that some of that pleasure was centered on my prick and traveling up it.

As I came down from my peak, I grabbed my cock and felt it grow in my hands, "Urgh! Stupid dick!' I complained as it gained another inch of length and got just the slightest hint of a medial ring. 

"It's not stupid, it's sexy!" Releasing my right nipple and shooing my hand away, Athena took hold of my length and stroked swiftly, getting me off just as it reached about three and a half inches long. I was so exhausted from all the sex, I groaned and lazily ground my hips as this last, satisfying, orgasm ran through me. I didn't want to admit it, but the pleasure from my muff, my prick, and the nipple she was still pinching felt way better than any of those one things on their own. The combination was utterly divine.

I came back to my senses in the middle of something Athena was saying, "So, you might find you have an easier time controlling it if you try going inside me."

"Huh?" I tilted my head.

She laughed. "Welcome back, I was saying that you might find your cock is easier to control if you use it on me. After something like what we just did, I don't get nearly as many surprise stiffies."

"I'd rather not give it too much attention until the festival is over. There's lots of doctors that say blood flow and stimulation speed up the transformation."

Raising an eyebrow, she said, "There's lots of doctors that say that's hogwash.”

"Well, it's the only thing I can try, and with it this small, I can just get baggier jeans and not get noticed," I said.

"Hmm, that's true." She traced a finger over the underside of my prick. "Why do you care if people know about this guy?"

"I don't want to go home and see that all the news outlets are talking about me getting the Tail Virus at Tomorrowland instead of my music and dancing." I sighed.

"They'll probably report on both, and Tail Virus victims don't get that much bad press these days."

"Yeah, but I'm just starting to get established as a top tier electronic artist. I'd feel awful if people started referring to me as 'that EDM chick that grew a cock at Tomorrowland.' Once a connection like that is made, it can follow someone their whole career. Neon Kelp often spends half of all her interviews talking about being trans because the media is fixated on stuff like that. She hates it and I am terrified of it happening to me."

She shrugged. "You know what I got known as early in my career?"

"The hot chick that can remix music so beautifully that it brings tears to people's eyes?" I offered.

She leaned in and kissed me on the lips before continuing. "Sorry, but no, I was known as the chick that called Deadmau5 a narcissistic hothead."

"That was you!?" I laughed. "I mean, I love his music, but you're not wrong."

"Well, I think that might have been an overstatement. I really should have thought twice about my words when the NPR host brought up my twitter beef with Deadmau5. I should've said something more PC like, 'He has anger issues that need to be addressed.' Narcissistic hothead, what was I thinking? Of course that would go viral!" She groaned. "You know why you thought my name sounded familiar? I'm willing to bet money that your first introduction to me was reading about that incident."

"I think you're right." My stomach clenched. "That's horrible!"

"It was, but it only took half a year for most of the articles to start being about my music and collaborations with other artists." She planted a hand on my breast and played with it idly, making it jiggle. "All that said, that wasn't right when I was making it into the big leagues. I was already pretty established before that happened. So, maybe I'm making a bad comparison."

I grabbed one of her big, round breasts and toyed with it the same way she was toying with mine. "You do have a point, though. It's not like I'd never be known for anything else. But boy do I want to avoid having to go through the part where everyone's talking about it."

She slapped my other breast with her hand and then squeezed until I gasped. "If you wanna try the whole not encouraging your cock thing, I'm game. And, if I'm around when you get a boner, you can hide behind me anytime."

I grabbed her and pulled her against me. "Thank you."

"No problem, hon." She kissed my cheek. "You wanna meet up tomorrow and do this again?"

Groping her ass, I said, "Very yes."

We spent another couple hours together watching "Sorry to Bother You" while naked and cuddling. I had a feeling she'd dig it, and I was totally right. After that, we had another quickie and she left to go back to her room.

The next day was Sunday and the temperature was a perfect, not too hot or cold, seventy degrees. We danced our asses off to Flux Pavillion and Martin Garrix. Athena knew she wasn't the best dancer and made up for it by doing some of the lewdest motions I'd ever seen. When you watched her dance, you weren't thinking about the music. The side effect of all this was that it made her erection go crazy. Twice, during that day, I guarded the door of a backstage women's bathroom while she got herself off as quickly as possible. Her whinnies were mostly swallowed up by the loud music, but some of the backstage crew noticed and I had to act like everything was normal while hoping my boner wasn't obvious.

After Martin Garrix's set was over, we retreated from the crowds and entered the massive backstage area of the mainstage. There, Athena introduced me to Martin Garrix and Tiesto. Though the conversation was a bit boring because they were just meeting me, I got some great feedback on my tracks. They'd both looked me up and listened to some of my music after my performance with Modestep. That said, my favorite part of meeting them was hearing about how Tiesto loved Martin's music so much that he befriended Martin and promoted him when Martin was only seventeen. Six years later, their camaraderie was as strong as ever.

The best part of our time at the festival that day was all the people who asked nicely to take images of us instead of trying to sneak pictures when we weren't paying attention. More people knew who I was than I expected and I noticed that security was keeping a close eye on us, never letting us get too far from them. More people knew Athena than me, but almost all of them asked to take selfies with both of us. Because I was self conscious about the possibility of a rise in my jeans, I often turned my front toward Athena or crossed my legs in a fun pose, anything to deemphasize my crotch area. Having a very small prick made it easy. The main worry that kept running through my head was the idea that my cock might gain inches while I was out in the middle of the festival. Thankfully, that didn't happen.

I probably wouldn't have lasted long out in the crowds without Athena because I let her do most of the talking. When a lot of people asked questions at once and interrupted each other, I lost track of the conversation and felt tense. Athena would restate what people said and keep the conversations on course despite all the chaos. She was better at it than Neon Kelp because Neon always wanted to try and answer every question in the order it was asked. Athena just skipped over comments or questions that she didn't want to deal with and let all the other tangents cover up the fact that she never answered them.

Athena made sure to take me to all sixteen stages at Tomorrowland so I could marvel at the amazing work that went into them. Our exhaustion was palpable when we got back to my room. After a lazy fuck in the shower, we fell asleep on my bed in each other's arms. Monday was spent recovering in my room while having a couple more bouts of lazy sex where we both complained about the fact that my pussy still couldn't fit all of her. Just before dinner, she gave me a blowjob that made my legs shake. I'd been managing to only use my dick once a day and it wasn't getting any bigger. She left after that because we both valued alone time and had some stuff to catch up on.

That's when I realized I hadn't checked my email since Friday. I'd gotten so many notifications on my phone due to the festival that I'd missed a bunch of stuff. Chief among them was Neon Kelp's reply to my email.

"AHHHH! You got the Tail Virus!? I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHAT YOU BECOME!!! Sorry, just had to get that out of my system. In all seriousness, I hope you don't have any ill effects and are happy with the changes. I know it's scary."

She gave me some reassuring info that showed only a very small percentage of those who got the Tail Virus ended up with complications and that surgery to correct or change things had made great advancements in the past few years.

After that, she said, "Top experts on the Tail Virus recommend a combination of following your urges and trying to control them. This avoids slip ups that lead to regrets. This is where I remind you that we have an open relationship and you're welcome to try and take care of those urges with another person, if you haven't already. It's said to work even better, so it might be worth a try. I imagine there's someone at the festival who already has the virus, other than the irresponsible person that gave it to you, who also needs someone to help them with their urges. At large events like this, there's often Tail Virus survivor meet ups (that often lead to hookups) and that might be an angle where you can get some relief. Just make sure you tell someone where you're going and be careful."

I laughed when I thought about how she'd react to finding out that Athena and I had worked things out and were on our way to being close friends.

"Love you! If you need someone to talk to in the next week, but I'm asleep, just ring my phone twice in a row to get through my Do Not Disturb."

My reply to her took an hour and a half. I explained the entire arc of how I went from nearly kicking Athena to the curb to being her fuckbuddy. I made sure to include every sexy detail before ending with, "You better send me a video of you getting off to this. I miss hearing your moans. <3" I wished so much that she was here with me. She was my security blanket. When I was anxious, her calm demeanor and understanding kept me grounded.

After responding to other emails and catching up on social media, I fell asleep. Tuesday morning, I tinkered with a couple loops I'd been working to develop into full songs and figured out a bass line for one of them. Then, just after I'd forced myself to order and eat a salad at a cafe near my hotel, I got a text from Athena. "The crotch on one of my pairs of jeans just wore through. You wanna go on a thrift store run with me? I imagine you're in the market for a couple pairs of baggy jeans."

"Sure, but I gotta get to Tomorrowland to do an equipment check at four and I'd like to be early."

"I wouldn't be the least bit offended if you have to ditch me to keep on schedule. Plus, the thrift store I want to go to isn't far from your hotel." She sent the address.

As I looked at the map to see that it was indeed close to me, my pussy winked. I shuddered and gasped, then I blushed heavily as I wrote, "FYI, my pussy's been acting up this morning, so, if you hang out with me, you're likely to have some containment issues."

"All the better, that way I can see if my dick fits comfortably down the legs of the jeans I'm trying on," she replied.

Rubbing my sex against the chair through my jeans, I typed, "Won't you feel bad about leaving them for other people to try on if you don't buy them?"

"That's what condoms are for, hon."

I smiled. "You're good at this whole having a horsecock thing!"

"You know, you're right! I've only had this thing a month and I'm already a dick strategist."

I laughed so hard I dropped my phone on the carpeted floor. When I picked it up, I sent, "A DICK STRATEGIST? What?!"

"Hey! What the hell else do you call it when someone knows how to live comfortably with a dick and can give other bedicked people advice? A dick life coach? A dick whisperer?"

Now I was crying I was laughing so hard. It took me a whole minute to catch my breath. "ROFL!"

"Thought I should ask: Are you sure you want to go out today when your down under is acting up?" she asked.

"I really need baggier pants and it's not nearly as bad as it was the other day. I figure I can make it until we do stuff tonight. If I don't go now, I might be in even worse shape later and have more to hide and no pants to hide it with," I said.

"Girl, if you're so concerned about being seen packing wood, you should also pick up a skirt."

"Now I need two things at the thrift store."

She sent, "Haha! See you in a half hour? I think it's about half way between us and I'm about to head out the door."

"That works for me!" After sending that, I got out of my jeans and took off my panties. Then I grabbed a paper towel segment off the roll I'd been using as napkins for takeout food and one of my black cotton socks. After using the paper towel to make sure the sock would stay in place, I put my panties back on, feeling far more okay with the idea of going out while I was a bit wet.

I headed to the thrift store, only having to stop once due to my pussy winking. I'd figured that working on music projects before going out would keep my mind off sex and it had actually worked. My prick wasn't being much of a prick for once!

END OF CHAPTER 4

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