Shadow Hearts From the New World - Hot and Horny

Author's Note: A few weeks ago, I wrote a fanfic for this game, and the limited response I got toward it was "racist." The cause was content I've done to several caucasian female characters already. At first, I was determined to never write her again since I felt it'd be all but impossible not to write her in a "racist" fashion. Either I write her the way I've written other characters and get the label, or I give her extra special treatment just because she isn't white. A lose/lose situation. But then a week ago, I realized: fuck that, I still want to write her. So, we get this. Could I have done more with Shania? Yes, and I wish I could, but that would involve using her Native American heritage, and given that Shania herself is a compilation of Native American stereotypes (hell even the concept of a "Native American princess" is fabricated), explicitly drawing on any of it could spark the "racist" claim. If anyone feels I should have made more use of Shania's unique personality and history, there you go on why I cut so much of who she is out of using her here. And if this is still considered racist, too bad. I already threw away a vast majority of fic ideas I would've used instead of this one because it might be seen that way. This one is staying up.

 

 

 

"Mmm... ohh... oh yes..."



Shania bit her lower lip. She couldn't believe what she was doing. Rubbing the massive bulge within her tight red panties and tiny, ass-hugging hot pants, her eyes glazed over the longer she ogled each picture laid out in front of her like stills from an obscene modeling portfolio. She compared the hefty, womanly breasts straining the straps of Edna Capone's red dress, beside the torpedoes plated and sealed in gold against Lady's chest.



If only the two beauties could see her now.



Mere hours ago, the smooth and soft layer of Shania's silk panties added comfort to her precious sex, while the outer rough denim of her shorts protected her naughty bits from the harsh elements of the wild. Tonight, they were a prison, holding back her throbbing shaft and cupping two apple-sized orbs inches below.



She smirked as she ripped open the yellow ribbon stitches over her crotch, peeled back her panties, and freed her monstrous tan dick from the cramped confines of red and beige fabric. It towered between her legs, rising higher and higher until the fleshy girth reached its peak just short of her navel. Grasping her twin testes, she played with thoughts of walking into a grocer's market, whipping them out in front of a line of chaste housewives and plopping them down upon a scale for the whole store to see their impressive two-pound total weight.



"That's right bitches, I'm packing a full load and I'm not afraid to shoot it off," she announced to the women in her lurid, cock-swelling fantasy, as each lady came to steal a sample of her delicious sauce for their next social.



Wank, wank, wank. That's all she could think about. Her dick surged with the need to stroke, fondle and caress it while she imagined Lady and Edna massaging her tits and balls with their dainty hands. The thought of such an act alone made her cock twitch with excitement.



For now, her own hands would have to do. She snorted as she tore off her top, airing out her jiggling mamms from the oppressive heat of lust. The tip of her cockbulb begged for attention, and she sated it with a firm pinch between thumb and forefinger. A heavy breath sighed from her lungs as a pleasant jolt shot up from her manly new package to her womanly full bust, fluffing out to perk her dark brown nipples.



"Oh fuck yes... this feels amazing. Now I know why Johnny keeps all these pictures."



It was no coincidence she had the set at her disposal, splayed across the floor for her to squat over them like some obsessive pervert. While the teenage boy slept, her cock pulsed between erect and limp, teetering in a limbo of need that begged for something to push it over the edge. Acting on the impulse, Shania skulked through Johnny's bedroom, dug through his drawers and stole the whole lot of photographs taken by the boy since the start of their journey.



The prize was worth the risk. Gazing at creamy titflesh of her two most-wanted cows, Shania took a firm hold of her balls and wailed as she crushed them in her strong, rough warrior's hand.



"Ngh! That hurt more than I thought. No wonder men don't like being kicked down there."



A relax of her vice grip let her sack dangled between her thick, toned thighs. Pain pulsed in shorter and shorter bursts, as the soothing coax of relief washed over them. Trailing upward, her fingers slipped around her throbbing dick. From base to tip, the whole sturdy mass answered her strokes with pleasure enough for her to rock her ass, rubbing the edges of her pussy against her heels. The dual delights soaked her feet with slick arousal, as her erection pumped and jerked into a firm, twitching pillar of aching, horny pressure.



All the while, she stared at Edna and Lady's pictures. She imagined the two as a pair of bloody, savage bitches, crawling along the sidewalks of New York on leashes of her own making. She dreamt of their animal moans and howls as she tamed their wild minds with her dick, two uppity women put in their places as mere she-beasts overrun with the taint of malice and lust. They were weak, brainless creatures, unable to withstand the raw might of spiritual forces urging them to submit to their basest instincts and show themselves for who they were when stripped of their high and mighty restraint.



Fantasy mixed with memory, as she remembered the demure Edna's murderous onslaught against gangsters, and Lady's slow, vapid journey on foot across mountains and plains to reach pyramids of power. Control and intellect, two things lost when flooded with the taint of malice... at least in lesser bitches.



For Shania, the mix of malice and lust brought a gift. Fiddling herself along its length, she grunted and thrust her hips upward for her dick to meet her hand's downward drift. In her mind's eye, her five-fingered masturbatory aid transformed into Edna's wet, waiting slit, parting for its master with due respect.



The songstress bitch's boobs swung like pendulums, blurring with the rapid pounding her pussy received. All pretense of class slipped away from Edna's sweaty, hot flesh, pantyhose tearing and her black silk headdress falling off her auburn hair as she went into her rightful position on all fours. Her sideboob jiggled and quaked to the raw force cascading from groin to chest. So strong was Shania's fucking prowess, that the straps of Edna's dress soon snapped clean away, freeing her tits.



In her fantasy, Shania glared upward at her second bitch, Lady, dumbly standing at the ready. As Shania barked her order, Lady obeyed, joining Edna on hands and knees. Turning away, Lady pressed her blue-pubed cunt against Edna's lips, starting a conga line of lustful sleaze that had their lady and mistress from the valleys leading the debauched fun.



Shania, ramming into Edna's snatch, grinned as she placed her hands behind her head. Sleek, shaved pits stretched open with Shania's newfound posture, while her bounty of bosom rose high upon her chest. Each time she plowed forth, her heaving tits bounced anew, dry and dusty as the deserts as her trained endurance and strength held out to the rigors of sex.



Edna, the prissy little slut, soaked head to toe in her own sweat, the first she'd ever felt in her pampered, sheltered life. Droplets dripped freely off her nipples and chin. Rivers ran down her legs and left a thick sheen across her ass and breasts. Even her hair, once kept so clean and arranged to the styles of her time, hung damp and heavy. She moaned into the muffler of Lady's cunt, a feedback of juices cascading to her tongue as Edna smeared her red lipstick all over Lady's groin in their lasting kiss of upper and lower lips.



Lady, an animal of pure thoughtless instinct, popped each gold plate off her nipples, letting the small pair hang free. Her dead, empty red eyes reflected nothing, not the carnal pleasures wracking her dull brain or the sensuous touch of Edna's cheeks against her pasty white ass.



Shania shot back to the present for her fantasy. Or was it the future? The truth of malice, the doorways it opened to the raw nature of human life, spoke of something more than perverse dreams in the vivid telling of romps with Edna and Lady. She knew the windows opened by malice, the monsters lurking on the other side that popped out to cause havoc. Those same monsters hid within humans, waiting to come out, natural parts suppressed by upbringing. Fantasy could become reality, if she brought Edna back from the dead and tracked down Lady.



With all these thoughts flitting through her mind, playing each other to greater heights of arousal, she grit her teeth as she reached the inevitable climax of her little story.



She came.



A torrent of thick, steamy spunk forced its way past the blockage of her fingers. White, salty sperm dripped off her pointed nipples, fed by a lake of wet, oozing plaster over her face and tits. The masculine stench of her seed rolled off her like musky cologne, smothering the perfume of her wet pussy. Horny as hell, she groped her boobs, massaging the gunk into her tan titans.



Her nose crinkled at the smell of her offage and the sight of her waning, wiltering shaft. Its retreat back to the safety of small size left it no thicker than the handle of one of her hatchets, its length on par with her middle finger.



"Disgusting," she sneered. "To think something so glorious could shrink into something so pathetic. Before I find and bend Edna and Lady to my will, I'll need to find something to keep myself fully erect."



Prying her hands away from her tits, she looked down once more. Johnny's pictures, the high-quality fap fuel she used to relieve her hungry dick, glistened with a thick coat of her seed. She shoved the ruined mess of colored photographs back into Johnny's folders... but not before taking out one more pristine set. Shania smiled at the likeness of herself before her recent changes, preserved in paper for all of time. Every angle caught her wondrous curves, with a few daring shots catching the fullness of her huge tits and lacking nature of her small, scrawny ass. Shuffling through the set, she lingered on a print of a familiar winged, blue-skinned form.



"... And while I'm at it, I should see about splitting my Spirit Contracts from my body. Taming the spirits I use in battle into service as my bitches might be fun."