Chapter 61: BoJack Horseman – Cock of the Apocalypse
BoJack Horseman had spent most of his adult life running from everything: success, love, sobriety, himself.
The one thing he never ran from was horniness.
He just channeled it poorly — into bad decisions, worse relationships, and enough self-loathing to fill a swimming pool.
Then the heat wave arrived in Hollywoo.
It didn't creep in quietly.
It crashed through the city like a drunk celebrity driving a stolen Tesla into a paparazzi scrum.
BoJack woke up on his couch at 11:47 a.m. (his version of morning) with an erection so hard it actually hurt.
Not the usual "I need to jerk off or piss" hard.
This was primal, throbbing, demanding.
His cock had grown — visibly longer, thicker, veins like black cables under the skin, head swollen and leaking a steady, clear stream of pre-cum that puddled on his stomach.
He stared at it — half horrified, half impressed.
"What the actual fuck…"
He tried to ignore it.
Took a cold shower.
Jerked off three times in a row — each orgasm weaker than the last, but the erection never went down.
By the fourth attempt he was humping his own hand like a desperate teenager and still couldn't come again.
The doorbell rang.
He answered it naked — because why not at this point.
Princess Carolyn stood on the doorstep — sharp blazer, sharper heels — holding a stack of contracts.
She froze when she saw him.
"BoJack… what the hell is that?"
BoJack looked down at his cock — still rock-hard, still dripping — and shrugged.
"Apparently the universe decided I needed a bigger problem."
Princess Carolyn's nostrils flared.
Her pupils dilated.
A low, hungry sound escaped her throat — half growl, half moan.
She dropped the contracts.
They hit the floor like dead weight.
She pushed him back inside, kicked the door shut, and shoved him against the wall.
"Fuck the meeting," she hissed. "I need that cock inside me now."
She tore her blazer off — blouse next — bra flying somewhere into the kitchen.
Her full, heavy breasts bounced free — nipples already dark and tight.
She hiked her pencil skirt, ripped her panties aside, and jumped — legs wrapping around his waist.
BoJack caught her — hands under her ass — and slammed her down onto his cock in one brutal thrust.
Princess Carolyn screamed — back arching — claws digging into his shoulders as her tight pussy stretched around his newly massive length.
He fucked her against the wall — hard, fast, relentless — hips snapping, balls slapping her ass with wet thwack-thwack-thwack sounds.
She came in under ninety seconds — walls clamping like a vice — squirting across his abs in hot, powerful gushes.
BoJack didn't stop.
He carried her to the couch — dropped her on her back — spread her legs wide — and drove back in.
Each thrust punched the air out of her lungs — her tits bouncing wildly — claws raking red lines down his chest.
"Fill me, BoJack," she gasped. "Breed me like the failure you are."
He roared — animal, broken — and unloaded.
Thick, endless ropes blasted straight into her womb — pulse after heavy pulse — so much that her belly swelled visibly and cum backflowed around his shaft in creamy rivers.
He stayed inside — grinding slow — milking every drop while she trembled beneath him.
The front door opened again.
Diane Nguyen stepped inside — still wearing her journalist trench coat — holding a notebook.
She froze — eyes wide — then dropped the notebook.
"Holy shit."
She stripped in seconds — coat, blouse, jeans, panties — and climbed onto the couch.
"Move over, PC.
I've waited ten years for this."
Princess Carolyn — still impaled — laughed breathlessly.
"Get in line, bitch."
Diane straddled BoJack's face — lowered her dripping pussy onto his mouth — and ground down hard.
BoJack ate her like a starving man — tongue plunging deep — sucking her clit — while he kept fucking Princess Carolyn beneath him.
Diane came fast — squirting across his muzzle — while Princess Carolyn clenched around his cock and came again.
They rotated.
Diane rode his cock reverse — perfect ass bouncing — while Princess Carolyn sat on his face and made out with Diane above him.
BoJack fucked them both — switching holes — creampieing Diane's pussy, then Princess Carolyn's ass, then Diane's ass while Princess Carolyn licked the cum leaking from her.
The doorbell rang again.
Todd walked in — still wearing his dumb hat — holding a box of vegan donuts.
He saw the scene — blinked — then grinned.
"BoJack, my man! You finally figured out how to use that thing!"
Todd dropped the box — stripped — and joined.
He took Princess Carolyn's ass while BoJack fucked Diane — double-penetrating both women in perfect sync.
BoJack came again — flooding Diane's womb — while Todd filled Princess Carolyn's ass.
The living room became a sticky, moaning war zone.
Mr. Peanutbutter burst through the door next — Labrador grin wide — already naked, cock swinging.
"Diane! BoJack! I felt the vibes all the way from my new energy-drink launch party!"
He dove in — fucking Diane's mouth while BoJack railed her pussy and Todd took her ass — triple-teaming her until she screamed around Mr. Peanutbutter's cock and came so hard she squirted across the floor.
Gina Cazador — still sharp-tongued, still gorgeous — sauntered in next, phone already recording.
"BoJack Horseman finally gets laid? This is going viral."
She stripped — climbed onto the couch — and sat on BoJack's face while the others kept using his cock.
BoJack ate her out — tongue deep — while Gina filmed everything — moaning into the camera.
Sarah Lynn's ghost — translucent, glowing, eternally 17 in appearance — floated above them all — touching herself while watching.
She lowered herself — spectral pussy grinding against BoJack's cock when the others pulled off — letting him fuck her ghost-hole while she cried out in pleasure and pain.
The orgy lasted all day.
Every combination happened:
BoJack double-penetrating Diane with Mr. Peanutbutter
Princess Carolyn riding Todd while Gina filmed and Sarah Lynn sat on her face
Mr. Peanutbutter fucking Gina while BoJack took her ass
All four women on their knees — taking turns sucking and deep-throating BoJack while the men jerked off onto their faces
Cum was everywhere.
Faces painted white.
Tits glazed.
Pussies and asses leaking thick rivers.
Bellies swollen from multiple creampies.
By nightfall the living room was a sea of bodies — moaning, panting, glowing with satisfaction.
BoJack lay in the center — cock finally softening — covered head to toe in cum, squirt, and lipstick prints.
Diane curled against his left side — hand on his chest.
Princess Carolyn on his right — purring.
Mr. Peanutbutter sprawled across his legs — tail wagging.
Gina — phone still recording — smirked.
"This is the best episode of Horsin' Around never made."
Sarah Lynn's ghost hovered above — smiling softly.
"You finally let yourself feel something, BoJack."
BoJack — voice hoarse, eyes soft for once — looked around at the women who had once been his anchors, his regrets, his obsessions.
"Yeah… I guess I did."
The house settled into silence — only heavy breathing and occasional satisfied sighs.
The heat wave had claimed Hollywoo's most broken star.
And for the first time in his life — BoJack Horseman didn't run from it.
He embraced it.
And the people who embraced him back.
The camera kept rolling.
But this time — no one cared about the ratings.
They just wanted to feel alive.
Together.