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Our Dirty Little Secret Story Excerpt Sunday brunch was one of the only times that Charlie got to hang out with Alex; she was always so busy. Don't get him wrong, he was happy that her musical ambitions were working out for her, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss being her work neighbor. Having his lunches at the diner next door wasn't the same without his favorite waitress both bringing him his food and stealing it from him. He yearned for the days when she gossiped with him about her greasy coworkers, now all she gossiped to him about was people in the entertainment industry. The tea wasn’t bad, quite the opposite in fact. Like, who knew Megan Thee Stallion’s stage name was so literal? But he missed being able to relate with the tea that the tigress contributed to their spill-time. He yearned to be messy with her again. "This is a terrible idea, Alex," said Charlie as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. He liked the way he looked in his dark blue volleyball shorts and slightly oversized blue sports top, but that wasn't what he had a problem with. The mouse let out a sigh and tied his hair up into a ponytail as he pondered over whether or not he should go through with the plan. Before he could come to any conclusion and just as he pulled his hair through the second loop of his rubber hair tie, Alex, who had been standing behind the mouse the entire time that he was getting dressed, placed her hands on his arms and nestled her chin on his right shoulder. The tigress looked at the mouse's reflection in the mirror, too, and let out a cutesy little purr at how cute her rodent friend looked in his volleyball getup. Alex was wearing almost the same thing, except her top was white with red trim along its hem and at the ends of its sleeves. "C'mon, it'll be fun. Don't be a pussy, Padano," Alex turned her head to the side to smooch the mouse on his soft strawberry cream cheese-colored cheek and slowly slid her hands down from his thin girly arms to his soft and delicate hands. Her hands slowly slid over the back of the mouse’s hands and her fingers slid in between his in a way that felt like it fit the definition of sexual harassment. Charlie looked down at his hands for a second before he redirected his gaze back to his reflection in the mirror again. His brows were furrowed, his lips were curled in between a frown and a flat line, and his big satellite dish ears were a little droopy – Alex calling him a pussy wasn’t very reassuring. “Are you sure?” he asked; his brows and lips quivered as if he were about to burst into tears. Alex continued to look at him through the mirror and her lips curled into a big toothy smile that no matter how many times Charlie had seen it before, still tickled that prey instinct that often told him to run. “Relax, no one is going to know,” the tigress chuckled. “It’ll be our dirty little secret.” Charlie didn’t like the way the words that came out of his tiger friend’s mouth sounded; it felt like she was only saying them to make him feel confident in a plan that was absolutely, positively, not going to work. He kept his brow furrowed and watched as the tigress then slid her #MeToo digits down to his hips which had been accentuated to be extra shapely by the volleyball shorts. Alex gave the mouse’s tush a quick squeeze and bit her lip when she felt how firm it was. “Mhm, someone’s been doing their squats,” she cooed and gave the mouse’s ass another squeeze. She then pulled her hands from the mouse’s rear, only to slap him on his perky left cheek nice and hard. It was so hard that the smack it made was heard through the closed door of the mouse’s bedroom and in the hallway. ‘Qwwp!’ “EEEEK! ALEX!” "Relax, loser. If it doesn't work, I'll let you do that thing you've been asking to. Tonight." Alex pulled her chin away from Charlie, stepped back, and put her hands on her hips. Intrigued, Charlie turned around to look at Alex with eyes as wide as the ears that were now perked up on his head. “Really?” "Yes," Alex replied with an eye roll and made her way to the door; her tail brushed under Charlie’s nose as she walked past him. She put her hand on the doorknob, twisted it, and pulled the door open. “Now c’mon, we’re going to be LATE.” She gestured her arm that wasn’t holding the door through the doorway and smiled at the mouse. Charlie stared at Alex like a kid in a candy store staring at the endless aisles of colorful sugar, brought his hands up, and pressed the index fingers on both his hands together. “You promise?” “Yes, I promise!” Alex rolled her eyes, pushed herself from the door, grabbed her mouse friend by his shoulders, and dragged him out of the door with her. “But right now, we’re going to be LATE!!!” --- The town's local community sports center had been around since the 80s, it had recently been renovated to bring the facilities back up to the modern age but still maintained some of its retro charm. The new and shiny equipment in the gym, pool, and various sports courts had that new stuff smell still. But it was more often than not drowned out by the usual stink that came with community sports facilities, freshly renovated or not. “I told you… Haaaah… That no one would notice,” the tigress said through a huff as she leaned back against the second level of the bleachers. Her chest rose and fell slowly with her breathing and the fur on her thighs stood tall and frizzy as she looked down toward her own spread legs at her mouse friend who was down there, giving pussy eating a good old-fashioned tryout. Don’t knock it til’ you try it, right? Charlie’s tongue slowly dragged up and down along Alex’s pussy lips; starting south near her taint, his soft and wet muscle slithered all over her labia before he did a little flick at the end to hit the tigress’s clit with the tip of his tongue. After flicking at the tiger’s pleasure nub, he brought his head back down to where her pussy lips began and started all over again. For a mouse who proclaimed himself to be the “homiest of homos”, he sure knew his way around a pussy. It was no wonder why Alex’s manager, Logan, was a wee bit suspicious of him. If he was lying about his sexuality, what else was he hiding? Contrary to what Logan believed, he really was gay; but he was also a very good friend and maybe a little too easily persuaded sometimes. Alex’s pussy tasted good, especially with the sweat buildup from their volleyball game that ended less than a half hour ago. Alex’s flavor was a mix of pheromones, salt, and the very slightest hint of urine that lingered even after a spray from the bidet. With his nose so close to the tigress’s cooch, he took in deep breaths of her musk from where it was the most potent. His little rodent snoot wiggled and danced as he did his best to lick up and down along the tigress’s slit and keep his best friend happy. Beads of sweat rolled from the mouse’s forehead before they disappeared into his eyebrows. His breath was shaky and so were his hands – he found himself so lost in it that he didn’t even hear what Alex said to him. “Charlie…” “Charlie!” Alex repeated, this time it was a shout at point-blank range. His big ears barely reacted to her scream and it took the tigress nudging him in the shoulder to knock him out of his daydream. After a couple of blinks as the slight ache from the tigress's nudge set in, the mouse looked at the tigress, who was now standing in front of him with a hand on his shoulder. “You alright down there? Hey, hey, Charlie. Look at me.” The tigress moved her hand from his shoulder and grabbed the back of his head to make sure he didn’t look away from her. The mouse looked confused like he wasn't quite sure what he was doing. His nimble little fingers squeezed the firm volleyball in his hand a few times as he listened to the tigress speak. “We’re a single point away from kicking those smug bitches right in the cunt. I need you to do the serve.” Alex’s voice was stern like a mother calmly explaining to her child why she was allowed to say the word cunt and they weren’t. “The serve?” Charlie suddenly realized that he was in the middle of a volleyball match; the regional women’s qualifiers for the Quinley Cup – named after some old rich dude who convinced his wife to join a tennis league with him and got salty that she was better than him. “I can’t do that.” Those four words were not what Alex wanted to hear from her friend – she expected more enthusiasm and a stronger team spirit from her. The tigress furrowed her brow at the mouse and asked a simple; “Why not?” Charlie pointed down to his crotch, which didn’t look anywhere out of the ordinary; the front was flat and the tight shorts even gave him a bit of a camel toe. “If I jump too high, it will untuck,” he whispered to Alex, glancing left and right to make sure none of the other girls on their team heard what he said. --- Read the full story on Patreon! And on SubscribeStar! || Check out my Discord server || And a Telegram channel for easy access to all art of Alex || Follow me on Twitter || Follow me on Bluesky
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Had a lot of fun making this for Moonwulf Story: Our New Pet (Part 2) And so, sometime after the bathhouse raid, Bowser and Moonwolf Had decided to follow through with their arrangement of putting their little, newly abducted kobold to the test. - Prior to this Moonwolf and Bowser along with their horny army, had raided a village and stormed a bath house. It didn't take long for them to make themselves at home, forcibly applying their own sense of style to their newly acquired slaves and servants and put them to work in the bath house. - Though out of all of their newly acquired servants, There was a little lizard they had never seen before that piqued Moonwolfs' curiosity. - Wanting to have some fun with the little guy, Moonwolf ordered him to massage him. Naturally, after the little kobold had finished with his shoulders and arms and then began his work on his chest, The nervous little lizard lost his footting and slid down, only to end up with his rear resting against the top half of his shaft. - Before the little one could apologise and attempt to scurry off, a big orange hand came down to grab and hold him in place. Moonwolf grinned a toothache rent before chuckling and shaking his head, urging him to continue massaging his body, only now doing so while grinding his butt against his schlong. - Bowser sitting right next to him couldn't help but chuckle. He then asked how he would do with massaging his entire length with his body. Moonwolf, agreeing to this, orders him to turn around and do what he can to massage and rub that cock. - The little guy's heart was racing. He wasn't sure what they would do with him if his service would end up being inadequate to them. So he gave it his all, moved his hands and feet up and down as fast as possible, as if his life depended on it, eventually resorting to rubbing his entire body up and down as best as he could, leaning down to lick the top of his shaft now and then. - It would be then he would suddenly receive a gesture of affection from Moonwolf, a little scratching behind his left ear. - And so that was when the decision was made between them that they would put him through the test to see what he's got with the ladies. - - And so, the little kobold Kelly Would be standing in between Bowser and Moonwolf in their throne room, A round bed prepared before them. The kobold would gulp, as two birdos would enter the throne room with over a dozen multicoloured female yoshis following in line. - With a chuckle, Bowser would snap his fingers and the birdos would pat the round bed and beckon the first in line to come forth, a red yoshi. The nervous red yoshi who was one of the many that was newly captured, would climb onto the round bed on all fours and present herself to the kobold, wiggling her rear at him. - Moonwolf, would then push the little kobold With his right foot. He would be told to get to work on breeding her, and was to not pull out until they were satisfied that she had been successfully impregnated by him. - They weren't expecting much from this little lizard. They wanted to see at least how many loads he could pump into her before moving on to the next. And then how many he could take on before passing out. - Initially, they were disappointed and chuckled at how long the little boy lasted before he ended up dumping his first load in the red yoshi. However, an eyebrow raised when they noticed that the yoshi was already quivering, seeming to be surprised. Did he hit the right spot in her? Upon a closer look, it would seem that he had already filled her quite well, as she was already oozing and leaking his cum. - After noticing that, and how the little kobold remained hard inside of her, He was ordered to continue. His duration in between orgasms barely changed, But it would seem that he was outputting a lot more than expected. It was upon the second and definitely the third load, the Red yoshi was already swollen and the excessive amount of kobold seed began to splatter everywhere between them. - At that point the Bowser had snapped his fingers and Order the red yoshi to make way for the blue, who, after witnessing that, seemed quite eager and excited to be next. - The kobold was panting, but still hard and twitching. Next session could begin, Moonwolf noticed something different about the kobolds' cock. He wasn't certain whether his mind was playing tricks on him, but he could have sworn that his cock was bigger than it was before. - Eventually, the Blue yoshi made herself comfortable, licking her lips with her chameleon like tongue and swaying that rear from side to side, purring at him. With such an enticing invitation, the little lizard leapt into action. - Bowser and Moonwulf began touching themselves as they witnessed the little guy using his adrenaline to slam his entire body against her, now starting to enjoy himself. Before even the first load came, the yoshi already fell to her elbows and was already drooling. She yelped cutely as the kobold gave her his first load. - With barely any respite, Kelly began slamming himself against her again, practically lost at the moment and thinking of nothing but breeding these colourful dinosaurs. - And it seemed that Kelly was having such a strong effect, not only on Bowser and Moonwulf, but also to their koopalings and their newly acquired slaves, as they began breaking the line to crowd around the bed and watch. - Neither of the two KoopaKings or even the birdos called out the yoshis to get back in line, and instead let what was happening for their amusement. Especially since not only had the little one already exceeded their expectations, but was also causing their newly acquired female yoshis to become quite excited and eager to be impregnated next, furiously wagging their tails and purring. And soon after, they would be soaking wet as well. - Shortly after the second orgasm, one of the birdos couldn't help but lean in to lick up and suck at Kellys previous loads. Eventually, when most of it was gone, she immediately turned her attention to his balls slapping against the yoshis cum soaked pussy. Hypnotised by it, She went in to kiss and then suck at those two orbs. Suddenly, not even two seconds later, the moaning kobold cried out again and shot a massive load this time, causing the birdo to unintentionally gulp and swallow a fair amount of his hot cream gushing out between his balls and the blue dinosaur's pussy before finally pulling away to both swallow and catch her breath. - A hammer bro went completely slack jawed at what he was witnessing before him. The little lizard was somehow outputting a massive load that It was practically gushing out like Bowser or Moonwulf would. - The blue yoshi Would fall almost completely limp and in pure bliss with her ass still up high in the air, still being relentlessly mated with by the little lizard. She was in heaven at this point. - And so it was decided between the two KoopaKings that they would keep him.
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The tightness around their throat, their gasping for breath as their paw worked on their own shaft. Andrew would be in bliss, feeling the wet, warm maw working it's way up their thighs, about to swallow their hips as the hyena's body shook. What little breaths they could get were full of the scent of the naga's musk, able to feel the heavy pre dripping into their hair, not a single thought able to course through their mind as the tightness of the tail increased "So... Tight... Can't... Breath~" The last they were able to think, the last of their breath used as the blackness of suffocation took over their vision, soon falling limp for the hungry Roran to enjoy happily.
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Siader did not frequent the woodlands outside of Yuliyia all too often, but this time he was in search of something in particular. Both the guarded legend that brought him to this place, and the local rumor that seemed to substantiate it, spoke of a serpent in these parts. The legends spoke of a serpent, massive in size yet silent and well hidden in his territory, that held the secret to controlling minds. But further, he supposedly held untold wisdoms for those that he found well pleasing. So Siader searched, and scoured every clue until he came upon the snake who's name he did not know. But he did not realize he found the serpent, at first. Or more, that the great reptile had found him... Seeing the serpent's handsome face, at first, he stopped in his place, those beautiful red eyes and attractive features drawing his focus while the massive creature coiled around the dolphin. As he realized that he was being coiled around by such a large snake, Siader realized that the myths of the being's size might have been a bit underestimated. This creature was easily as large as some of the dragons he had seen before, and maintained a well kept, clean look. With a gentle slowness, he watched curiously as that muscular serpentine body surrounded him, while keeping the head presented to him. Turning back to those brilliant, commanding red eyes, Siader froze. He felt his body relax some as he swore those eye glowed to him, the sounds of the forest around him fading into quick nothingness. Then he felt that presence in his mind, as though the snake was present more than just physically, a presence that influenced him and commanded him to present himself fully to the black and red scaled being. Obediently, with his newfound desire to do so, Siader tossed his pack aside, along with the arms he would typically keep to protect himself. Stripping from his clothing, and tossing those aside as well, he was not sure why, but he wanted the snake to see him fully, including his maleness slipping quickly out of his slit. As those eyes seemed to continue to glow in his mind, Siader did nothing to resist his newfound urge and desire to hike his tail up, standing perfectly still otherwise as the serpent examined him more closely, tongue flicking at the air to gather his scent. With those coils shifting around him, he never wanted to, and never did, look away from the massive, handsome snake that watched him so closely. Even without words, he felt the snake's communication, the serpent's silent desires becoming his own. Finally, he felt the broad taper of one of the snake's massive hemipenes prod beneath his raised tail, wetting his tail hole with pre as he now longed for something he never realized he wanted. Pushing himself back against its steady press, he never once broke eye contact, even to blink, as his jaw slackened some for him to moan quietly in his desire. Inches of that length pressed slickly into him, spreading his tail wider in a most delightful way, before that strong tail wrapped around him and hoisted him up into the tree the serpent was mostly resting in. Up and above the ground now, safe from any prying eyes of onlookers, Siader was given a place to lay, in the serpent's maw while he enjoyed the feeling of that hemipene slipping in and out of him in a steadily increasing rhythm, until the dolphin reached his own maleness down to rub against the snake's sensitive cock flesh. After several minutes of laying there in that surprisingly comfortable maw, taking the serpent's lewd desires in his tail, Siader loosed his load against that large member, adding his seed to the great snake's natural slickness. One or two more thrusts into him, and the serpent reached his own orgasmic climax, pumping loads of semen into the willing cetacean that seemed a bit more filling than even the wyvern he was familiar with. As the seconds turned into the first minute, the volume of the snake's output was without question, filling the marine mammal to his capacity, with the excess leaking out to fill the air with the snake's heady scent. Every gush of seed into the serpent's new toy left Siader both full and begging for more, and all from one of the two hemipenes available to the snake... Leaving much, much more to offer... With that climax filling his tail hole so thoroughly, the serpent pushed Siader further into his maw, engulfing the top half of his body in a message the dolphin clearly understood. He could have been the serpent's morsel, at anytime, if the snake had desired it. But even that clear message would not keep the dolphin from revisiting this snake for more... It may have started as an adventure, and his clothes might have been removed with a touch of hypnotic power from the snake, but as the enjoyment of each other's company continued, there was no need for hypnotism beyond the silent approval it offered. Though that too was an experience the dolphin seemed to enjoy...
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Commission: Blood in the Wine Story Excerpt Commission for Dymios3 Snow fell from the bright white and cloudy sky down onto the woody tundra; like dandruff from the head of someone who refused to acknowledge the existence of Head & Shoulders. In clumps, flakes, and an abundance of shapes, the snow covered the ground in a fluffy white that sucked the color entirely out of mother nature. The trees had lost all their leaves and the ground froze so deep that digging an inch-deep hole with a shovel would take three men three hours at the very least. In summer, when it rained, the ground was soft and squishy, but winter wasn’t kind to the northern territories; with ground harder than concrete, crops couldn’t grow, and with the local fauna in hibernation, meat was scarcer, too. Among the vast white and blue of snow and ice, crouched two tigers around a small woodfire; one male and one female. Both of them had white body paint on their face and body to help aid with camouflage in the snow. The body paint that was meant to help keep the orange cats a little more hidden in their environment ranged from simple lines and dots that carried no more meaning than the superstitious belief around the wishbone in a chicken to symbols and written text excerpts that the feline tribe believed helped provide protection, strength, or fortune. The elders believed that one was only allowed to have one sacred symbol on their body at a time, but the younger generations, who were already slightly skeptical over whether a finger-painted symbol could do anything at all, believed that if they were real, that they could be stacked on top of each other. The male tiger and his female companion were both skeptics when it came to their tribe’s beliefs, thus they had the trifecta of symbols all over their bodies, most notably on their arms, legs, hands, and feet. If the symbols were poppycock, then there was no harm in having them on their fur. If they were real, then the only logical thing was that they were stackable. Plus, anything they could do to cause panic in the elders was a treat; a couple of deaths by natural causes meant fresh faces on the council, which meant no more barbaric and outdated traditions like arranged marriages. The male tiger wore nothing more than a loincloth tied to a leather belt around his waist that sheathed his dagger. Although it was winter, tigers very rarely needed much in terms of extra clothing as their coats thickened enough to keep them warm. Plus, being a hunter, it was a lot easier to keep quiet and stalk prey without the sound of friction created by fur and fabrics. He had a spear with three freshwater salmon skewered onto it and was holding it over the fire. The fish sizzled and popped as it cooked over the orange flame that melted the snow on the ground around it. The tigress, who looked like a female version of the male tiger, wore mostly the same getup, with an added wrapping around her chest to keep her breasts neat, tidy, and out of the way. Instead of a dagger, she had a hatchet, and a quiver for arrows built into her chest bindings. She had a spear in her hand, too, but instead of being lined with fish, it was covered in blood. She had her hatchet in her other hand and was sharpening the dulled dip of her spear just close enough to the flame to feed its wood shavings to it. With her hatchet held at a slight angle, the tigress sharpened her spear and removed the bloodstains from it in the process. The fire cracked hungrily as the wood shavings burned into ash and kept the fire going just as strong as it did when the male tiger first lit it. Normally, setting a fire up during the day in such an open and vulnerable spot was a no-go, visible smoke, the smell of fish grilling over an open flame? Enemies, especially canines would be able to smell them from miles away. But the felines and canines had a peace treaty and were allowed in each other’s territory, within reason. The three fish on the spear sizzled louder the longer they spent over the fire, steam and the smell of salmon wafted through the air, and the male tiger who rotated the spear to keep the fish evenly cooked, licked his lips every few seconds as his nose took in the sweet, sweet smell of one of his favorite foods. “Man, that smells good...” The male tiger said with a chuckle as he licked his lips involuntarily multiple times. His ears flickered to the sizzles and pops and he watched as the fish skin’s skin crisp and brown. He glanced over at his female hunting companion who was still sharpening her spear, seemingly not even paying attention to him trying to spark up a conversation between them. ‘Qwwwrck! Qwwwck! Qwwwwck!’ the tigress was focused, as one should be when handling sharp weaponry. She continued to sharpen her spear with her hatchet until it was so sharp that just looking at it made the tigress fear for the safety of her eyes. With the last wood shaving fed into the fire in front of her, the tigress slid her hatchet into the leather holster on her hip and pointed the blunt end of the spear down onto the frozen ground to use it as a crutch as she turned her attention to the cooking fish and her male companion with a slightly annoyed look on her face. “You act like we’re in famine, brother.” The tigress rolled her eyes and shook her head, the bone-white hoops that were looped in with the two locks of her hair that weren’t tied up in her ponytail clinked as she made her disappointment known. “What’s gotten you in such a sour mood? Planning to use that ultra-sharp spear on someone?” The male tiger joked as he looked at his sister, who had the look of a bitter old woman three times her age spread across her face; a frown, furrowed brows, and a scrunched-up nose that was putting a strain on her facial muscles was a look that the tiger had seen on his sister before, and it was never when she was feeling good and never when she was out on a hunt. “I plan on using it on the elder who came up with this whole game that we have to play with the canine tribe every fucking winter,” Alex grumbled and she stared into the fire as it cracked and popped. “It’s a waste of time and incredibly insulting that we have to let them win.” The tigress rolled her eyes and flicked the fingers of her right hand against the half-melted snow that was on the ground underneath her. Her flicking turned into her drawing as she stared into the blue base of the fire and took in the scent of the salmon. She drew a circle, some lines, and little squiggly lines on the outside of the circle like how a child would draw a sun. She stopped when her brother pulled his spear of fish from the flames and placed it down on a clean tree stump. Axel removed the fresh-water salmon from the spear, pulled his dagger out from his belt, and started to cut up the fish into more manageable pieces that he and his sister could enjoy. “Why are you worried about that? It helps us maintain good relations with those dogs, which if we didn’t have, we wouldn’t be sitting here right now enjoying salmon from the Wolf River, with enough to take back home, which we also hunted in their territory.” Alex rolled her eyes at her brother and watched as he sliced the salmon into fillets and removed as many of the bones from them as he possibly could. Any normal tiger would just take bites out of the fish raw and just call it a day, but not Axel; he knew how to cook. It was no wonder why he was so popular with the women of the tribe; he knew how to handle his meat. Alex had no idea what else they saw in him, although her view of her brother might have been skewed by the “ew” factor that came when you thought about your siblings in that manner. “I’m worried about it because I’m in the reaping this year,” the tigress grumbled and pulled her hand that she had been drawing in the snow with up to her knee. Axel didn’t react much to his sister’s words at first, but after a few seconds of processing and once he had sliced up the third salmon into a few fillets, he raised his brows and shrugged his shoulders. “Oh, relax, there’s like a hundred other people in the reaping with you and they’re only picking one. You aren’t that unlucky.” The tiger chuckled as he turned to look at his sister and waited for the fish fillets that he had just cut up to cool down enough for them to start eating them. While he waited, crouched, he reached his right hand down underneath his loincloth to scratch an itch that very inconveniently appeared on his balls. His fingers combed through the delicate fur on his orbs and he curled his fingers around them in between each scratch and tugged at them. After scratching his nuts, he brought his hand out from behind his loincloth and quickly swiped it under his nose, disguising his obvious sniff as a rub of his wet winter runny nose. “And if you are picked, maybe we’ll win, and war will spark between our tribes, and it will go down in history as the greatest thing to ever happen. All you have to do is hide for 48 hours. I think you’re good at that. Hell, I think your little boy toy Jacob, who you’re avoiding for no good reason, would agree.” Alex grabbed a handful of snow and threw it at her brother. The snow hit him right on the cheek and he almost lost his balance. He wobbled left and right as he turned to glare at his sister. “Ow! What was that for?” Alex gave her brother a disappointed look that said “Really?” without her having to say it aloud. Even with how thick he could be sometimes, surely the tigress didn’t have to explain to him why she threw snow at him. After Axel’s balance was restored, he grabbed some snow from the ground and used it to wash his hands as best he could before he raised his hands in his sister’s direction for inspection. Alex’s disappointed look grew without her having to move a muscle in her face; it was all in her eyes. Axel hated that Alex had their mother’s eyes; whenever she looked disappointingly at him, it reminded him of her looking at him in the same way. Growing up (and even into adulthood) he was a momma’s boy, who knew that it would work out so well in Alex’s favor. The disappointed look on his sister’s face was enough to get the tiger to stand up and walk away toward the small creek behind them where there was flowing water to wash his ballsack-tainted hands properly. “Since when have I ever been lucky?” the tigress grumbled to herself and dropped her right hand back down to the symbol she had been drawing in the snow as her brother brushed by her. After adding a few final touches to it, she pulled her hand away and stared at it. The symbol that she drew looked a lot like a sun with a couple of lines drawn diagonally through it. The feline tribe were quite big fans of the sun (practically worshipping it) and used it plenty in their hieroglyphics, the one that Alex crudely drew in the snow was thought by her ancestors and elders to bring forth luck and good fortune. The longer she stared at the symbol, the less lucky she felt about the reaping. With a reluctant sigh, she placed her hand down on the symbol, closed her eyes, and prayed. “O Radiant Sun, eternal giver of light and warmth, I prowl beneath your golden embrace, My heart fierce, my spirit strong. You who rise with the dawn, painting the sky with hues of hope, Guide my steps, illuminate my path, Bless my hunt with your unwavering presence. O Mighty Sun, source of life and strength, Shower me with your boundless energy, Grant me the luck I seek, the fortune I desire. Let your rays banish the shadows of doubt, Fill my endeavors with your brilliant light, May your eternal flame ignite my soul with courage and wisdom. I honor you, O Sun, with my roars and strides, May your blessing be upon me, Today, tomorrow, and forevermore.” As much as she and most of the tribesfolk of her generation mocked the elders and their beliefs, in that moment, she hoped that they were the ones who were right. --- 15 hours into being hunted. All it took was the sound of a snapping twig to wake the tigress. She wasn’t normally a light sleeper, but being part of the Hunt and hiding from the canines that were looking for her had turned her into one. ‘Crck.’ Alex’s eyes shot open and she instantly tightened her grip around her hatchet that had loosened from her falling asleep. She rolled to her left onto her stomach and looked through a small peephole-sized gap in between the two boulders that she had been using as part of her DIY shelter. She kept herself as quiet as possible while also trying her best to shake that post-wakeup grogginess that pulled on her eyelids. It took her a few seconds to adjust to the darkness, and once she did, she saw a canine carefully walking around, looking up into the trees and sniffing the air; sniffing her out, a thing that canines were unfortunately very good at. Alex wasn’t sure what specific type of canine he was, but his tall stature, dark brown fur, large sheath, and slightly pendulous balls that hung from between his legs reminded her of the ones that called themselves “shepherds”, although his tail resembled those of arctic foxes that she had seen once or twice when she was out hunting in canine territory. From what she could tell, he was alone; which meant that his four fellow canines were either spread out looking for her elsewhere, or they were hiding and trying to lure her out using “a lone canine” that she could probably take on in a 1v1. It was one of the oldest tricks in the book, and Alex wasn’t going to fall for that. The canine, adorned in red paint over various parts of his fur, tried his best to be stealthy and quiet. But with big canine paws and non-retractable claws came louder footsteps; crunches from frozen leaves, snow, and twigs cut through the dead-silent winter night and gave away his position to anyone with even a semblance of good hearing. None of that mattered though as he was also holding a torch to help him see in the pitch black of the forest. The fire from the torch shined an orange glow over the canine as he stepped closer and closer to where the tigress was hiding. He stepped on another branch that cracked so loud that even the dog himself got scared. His ears flickered and he turned his head left and right frantically. He held his torch out in front of him and glanced down at his feet where he saw the culprit of the loud sound. He let out a chuckle and shook his head at himself almost disappointingly. He lifted his foot off of the snapped branch, shook the snow and loose leaves off of his paw, and continued walking forward. He got closer and closer to the boulder where Alex was, which made her hold her breath. “…..” the tigress was one of her tribe’s strongest swimmers and was able to hold her breath for an impressive amount of time underwater, but when it came to just holding her breath on land here, it seemed a lot more difficult. When she couldn’t see the canine through the gap between the rocks anymore, she quietly got onto her feet and crouch-walked along the side of the boulder as the canine came closer and closer to being able to see behind the big rock where she had been snoozing. Alex was incredibly quiet, even as her paws stepped onto the crunchy snow, leaves, and twigs, she barely made a sound. She continued to hold her breath and slowly vanished around the boulder as the canine with the torch came to a stop behind the rock where he saw signs that someone had been there just recently. Pawprints, a small patch of ground cleared of snow, and a tall pile of leaves that made a pillow. “Hah, gotcha,” the canine smirked and crouched down to inspect the traces and tracks that the tiger left behind a little more closely. He placed his fingers into a paw indent in the snow, dragged his digits around it for a few seconds, and brought his fingers up to his big dog nose to sniff them. ‘Snff. Snff. Snff.’ The dog’s sniffs were loud and got louder each time as he took in a fresher reference of the tigress’s scent. By the end of the third sniff, the dog’s eyes were closed and he savored the scent of the tigress’s sweat that was fresher than any of the scents he had been clinging to and trying to find her with. The sweet and slightly salty smell was so strong that she couldn’t have been very far. The canine took another sniff of his fingers and let out a chuckle as he opened his eyes. With her fresh scent in his system, tracking her down was no longer a matter of how, but when. His lips pursed into a grin in a way that could only be described as sinister and he had a glow to his eyes that was a little more than the orange and red flames from his torch that reflected off of his retinas. His nose wiggled as he tried to sniff out the tigress, he turned left and right to fan out and find the direction where her scent was strongest. He did this for a mere two seconds before he stopped, turned on his heels, and followed the scent to the other side of the boulder where he hadn’t checked yet. His large paws crunched the snow, leaves, and twigs beneath them loudly, as he was no longer mindful of where or what he was stepping on. ‘Crnch.’ Alex kept as still and as silent as she possibly could. ‘Clnch.’ She was still holding her breath, which ironically made it feel like a balloon was swelling up in her chest. Her heart beat so fast that she felt like an unfortunate wall that a child decided to throw its fists against in a tantrum. ‘Crack.’ Then it felt like her heart stopped. The balloon that expanded in Alex’s chest was so close to bursting that she squinted her eyes shut in anticipation of her eventual gasp for air that would reveal her location. It was either going to be that, or the dog was going to sniff her out. She was doomed either way, or so she thought. She could also make a run for it. She was faster and much more agile than any canine could ever wish to be, after all. With her breath still held, for what was close to three minutes now, the tigress’s heart thumped harder and harder in her chest as it fought to circulate what little oxygenated blood was left in her. The crunches from the leaves, twigs, and snow got closer and louder. Then there was a final crunch that sounded just like a bone cracking. The tigress’s grip around her hatchet tightened so much that the leather wound around the handle squeaked. When she heard it, she knew that she was going to have to run. She started a countdown in her head as the sound of the canine’s footsteps got closer, closer, and closer. Then they stopped. “Edward!” a deep and masculine voice cut through the dead of night like a hot knife through candle wax. The canine who was in the middle of following Alex’s scent, stopped in his tracks so suddenly that his hefty balls swung forward and smooshed against his fat sheath. Despite being surrounded by snow, sweat still poured from the dog’s pores. A droplet of his ball sweat rolled over the curve of his orbs as they swung forward and landed right on the tigress’s shoulder, which caused her to open her eyes and turn to look at the small wet spot on her shoulder. Slowly, the tigress looked up to see the canine standing just a few inches from where she was oh-so-perfectly camouflaged. But he had turned his head over his shoulder to look in the direction where his name was called from. The canine paused for just a second to contemplate whether what he heard was real or if it was just a darkness-induced hallucination. Before he had any time to come to a conclusion on the matter, he heard his voice called out again; this time, much louder. “ED-WARD!” With an eye roll, the dog turned on his heels and walked away from the boulder. Torch still in hand and a disgruntled look on his face, he looked just about ready to pillage and burn down a village. When he turned around, he saw the other canines standing together in a group, with their torches and spears in hand. There were five canines in total (including Edward) who were tasked with hunting the lone tigress down; two unrelated grey wolves with unsolved homoerotic sexual tension, an arctic fox who hated everyone and thought he was the smartest man alive, and an older, wiser, battle-worn German Shepherd who just wanted to get the tradition over and done with. To say they were a rag-tag team would have been an understatement; that’s what happened when you relied on a randomized system to choose your hunters and hunted every year. Sometimes you got good ones, sometimes you got ones whose personalities conflicted so much that they called your name to interrupt you just as you were about to find the tigress you had been searching for hours on end for. It made for a good spectacle, though. What fun would the games be if every year both tribes just handpicked their best? “What?” Edward shouted back at his ragtag team of knot-bearing boys with more than just a hint of annoyance in his voice. He stayed put in place as he looked at the four canines; if the tigress was anywhere near, or even far, she’d have seen all of them coming with how much light and noise they were making. The grey wolf that called out to Edward, gestured for the mutt to join them with an excited smile spread across his face. He was maybe a little too excited, as the tip of his dick peeked out from his sheath like lipstick. “Ivan thinks he knows where our pretty little birdy is hiding, we’re going to go flush her out so we can end this, win, and get to the feast.” Ivan was the older German Shepherd, the only one (other than Edward) who seemed to have any sort of sense of how to play the game. Edward was inclined to believe him, even if the scent of the tigress was incredibly strong where he stood. He sniffed the air a few more times only to realize that the tigress’s scent had faded. With another eye roll, Edward started walking toward the group. “I was tracking her scent, and now I’ve lost it, thanks to you.” He brushed by the two wolves and playfully shoved the one who shouted his name to get his attention earlier in the shoulder. Once Edward rejoined the group, Ivan gestured his head in the direction where he thought the lone tigress was hiding out and started moving in that direction. The other dogs followed, with Edward being the last to do so after turning to look back at the boulder and sniffing the air in one last-ditch attempt to capture her scent again. The tigress’s scent was still there, but faint. As he turned his head toward his peers, he stopped, raised his arm with his torch up a little higher, and sniffed toward his armpit. With a little scrunch of his nose, but zero change in his expression, he then looked forward and followed the pack, jogging just a little to catch up. The crunching and crushing of snow, leaves, and twigs continued as Edward and his peers walked and talked like the word “stealth” had no meaning. Even as they got quieter and quieter as they walked away, Alex continued to hold her breath. She didn’t want to risk getting caught. She waited, waited, and waited until she couldn’t hear the canines with her ultrasharp hearing anymore before she let out a gasp for air. 11 minutes and 36 seconds. “Hhhhyyyyuuuuuugghhhh!” Alex’s hands clenched into fists and she grabbed a bunch of snow and Mother Nature’s debris as she gasped for air. After her first breath, the tigress proceeded to hyperventilate to refill the depleted oxygen levels in her blood. Even while she was catching her breath, the predator-turned-prey did not rest on her laurels – she quickly got onto her feet and peeked over the boulder. With the pack of dogs out of sight and earshot, Alex crawled backward, away from the boulder; and once she was a good distance away, she got up onto her feet and ran into the dark so fast that she was all but an orange blur to the nocturnal woodland critters who were watching from the tall leafless trees. 25 hours into being hunted. The forest looked a lot different once the sun was out; the snow-covered ground was bright white, and the sky, too. But it was almost as quiet as it was when it was dark, save for the very few chirps from the non-nocturnal birds singing and going about their peaceful birdy day. Alex hadn’t slept for a minute since she was woken up unceremoniously by Edward and his band of mutts. Surprisingly, she wasn’t as tired as she thought she would be. After she had caught her breath from the close call, the tigress climbed up a tall tree and set up camp there until the sun came up over the horizon. The last hours of the night were quiet, as the canines had wandered off to the east, presumably to the frozen waterfall, where the hunted from every year tried to wait out the 48 hours in the vast cave network that sat behind the base of the frozen waterfall. It was a good place to hide, but it was high-risk and high reward. Whether because the hunted became claustrophobic and came out on their own, or took a wrong turn and were cornered with nowhere to go, Alex thought about using the caves behind the waterfall as a place to hide and almost went through with it. But since her knowledge of the caves was from the spring and summer months, when it was swimmable she’d probably end up getting lost in there and losing, too. As much as she wasn’t a fan of stupid traditions implemented by ancients, she was even less of a fan of losing. If the feline tribe wanted a victory, she was their best bet. So long as nothing incredibly unfortunate happened. Luck was never on Alexandra’s side. How hard could it be? All she had to do was outlast the dogs for 23 more hours. She was only outnumbered five to one, in somewhat unfamiliar territory, and had a fur coat that was better suited for camouflage during the summer months. The tigress looked around from the relative safety of her high castle and all she could see was white; no brown, red, or black in sight. She was safe up in the trees for however long it took for the canines to look up. But she was starting to get hungry, as the last meal she had was before the games started. Alex shifted around on the large tree branch that supported her weight, careful not to lean too far to either side as she reached her hand behind her back to grab a small red-stained cloth. She placed it in her lap and unfolded it to reveal five little raspberries that she managed to forage before she ascended the trees. With a tiny bit of hesitation, she plopped three of the five berries into her mouth, chewed, and swallowed. The red juice from the berries spilled from her lips and stained the white fur around her mouth. It looked like she had blood running down the corner of her mouth, but after a few laps from her tongue, it was cleaned up. Five itty-bitty berries weren’t enough to feed a small child and were not enough to keep the tigress’s hunger at bay for the remaining 23 hours, but it was enough to keep her stomach from rumbling and hurting just for a little bit. She’d have to go back down to the ground to find some food eventually. But the longer she could put that off, the better. She was sure that the canines were banking on her getting hungry and letting her guard down. 40 hours into being hunted. The last two berries in Alex’s food pouch lasted a lot longer than she thought they would. With a combination of sucking on the berries, doing her best to think about anything other than food, and some sleep sprinkled in here and there, the tigress was able to make it 15 more hours before her stomach started protesting loudly. The sun had gone down and come back up over the horizon in that time. “Ugh.” she let out a heavy sigh – her breath came out as a mist not too dissimilar to someone smoking a pipe from how cold it was, but despite being fully nude, she seemed completely unaffected by it. Maybe it was the adrenaline that was constantly pumping through her veins, or the naturally thick tiger fur coat that she had. As the tigress climbed down the tree that she had called her abode, using her hatchet in one hand and her claws in the other like climbing axes, she felt a sort of tranquility. She was transported to her childhood where she spent a lot of her time climbing trees just like this one with her brother and the other kids in the tribe. A smile appeared on her face for the first time since the games started, but once her feet were back on the frozen forest ground, it faded, and she tightened her grip around her hatchet. She headed west, toward the frozen lake where she and her brother liked to fish. 45 hours into being hunted. The sound of fish sizzling over the open flame and the smell of its flesh cooking only made the tigress’s stomach growl louder. Normally, setting up a fire and grilling food in such an open area was a no-go, but the tigress couldn’t help it. She had fished a few salmon out from the frozen lake and ate one of them raw, but for some reason, when she did that, her brother’s voice echoed in her head telling her; “cooked salmon is so much better”. And he was right; smoked, cured, grilled, fried, or baked; salmon was better when it was cooked. The layers of fat that marbled the pink flesh of the salmon were so juicy and rich when it was rendered out. With a single fish on a makeshift spear that she hastily crafted and sharpened with her hatchet, the tigress stared at the fish’s skin as it bubbled and boiled over the flame and rotated the spear around to cook the fish evenly on all sides. Once it was done, she pulled the spear from the fire and took a bite. Her sharp teeth tore into the cooked fish meat with ease, and steam gushed out of the fish’s open wound. It was most definitely wiser for Alex to let the fish cool a bit, but with how loud her stomach growled and how long she had been staring at the salmon as it cooked, she didn’t even flinch as the heat burned her tongue. She chewed, swallowed, took another bite, chewed, and swallowed again until there was nothing but fish bones in a pile on the ground. With a satisfied sigh, she tossed the fish-stained and charred spear into the fire and watched as sparks shot out from it with a satisfied smirk. There were only three hours left, she had managed to survive 45 hours so far without getting captured, maybe she really could win this thing. Her confidence may have come a little too early, though, as a figure cast a shadow over her shoulder while she watched the flames engulf and eat up the spear. ‘Crck.’ The tigress’s eyes widened when she heard the haunting sound of a twig cracking under someone’s feet and flinched when she felt the sharp end of something gently graze against her back. “You’re a difficult one to find, cat.” --- 19 hours into the Hunt. Edward followed Ivan’s hunch and very soon came to regret doing so – as when they arrived at the frozen waterfall, it had been frozen shut with a wall of ice so thick and cloudy that it would take an act of God to dig through. “Maybe she found another way in, sir,” said Carl, one of the grey wolves who was a lot more of an ass-kisser than the other one. Ivan, not a fan of being ass-kissed, at least not in the way the wolf was doing, took in a deep breath through his nose, which he blew out the very same way just a few short seconds later to show his discontent in the politest, yet most passive-aggressive way possible. He knew that the younger generations were taught to respect their elders, but the canine tribe also put a lot of emphasis on the fact that respect had to be earned, not given away willy-nilly. “Gee, Carl, maybe you’re right. Maybe she’s a witch and can phase through giant ice walls.” The old German Shepherd snarled at the wolf whose nose was so deep in his ass that he almost felt him breathing on his prostate. “Yeah! She’s a witch!” Carl continued, seemingly not getting the hint. The more Carl spoke, the more years were added to the German Shepherd’s already aging face. Edward stood back in silence and watched as the other canines started to bicker over who was at fault for leading them astray. After a couple of insults about intellect here and a few slurs against specific Canidae there, he realized right there that he was the canine tribe’s only hope of securing a victory. Edward walked away from the motley crew with a smirk on his face. He had 29 hours to find that tigress and he had already gotten close once. All he had to do was find her again. 45 hours into the Hunt. Finding the tigress again wasn’t as easy as the Caucasian Shepherd mix thought; it was as if she had vanished into the white snowy wilderness without a trace. That was until he saw a smoke trail cutting through the otherwise completely white sky just a short distance away. The brown and white canine tilted his chin up and looked to the sky at the greyish-white trail of smoke that was instantly recognizable as a cooking fire. The dog’s lips curled into a smirk, which then turned into a grin as he adjusted the decorative bracelets around his wrists. The gold beads and black obsidian spades clinked together as he tightened them to make sure they didn’t fall when he started running. Edward lifted his spear from its position on the ground as a walking stick, tossed it up into the air, and caught it in an act of showmanship before he took off in the direction of the smoke. His heart raced, his feet kicked up snow and debris, and he cackled to himself as he leaped over mounds of compacted snow, fallen tree trunks, and boulders that kept the landscape exciting. He ran for what seemed like 15 minutes before he came to a stop a comfortable distance away from the orange, black, white, and blue figure that he had been searching all day and night long for. He took a moment to catch his breath; taking deep breaths through his nose and exhaling out through his mouth. He watched as the tigress sat by her fire, eating her fish, and involuntarily licked his lips when he caught a whiff of her meal. He too, hadn’t had much to eat in the past 45 hours. And while canines weren’t a huge fan of fish, the one the tigress was hulking down smelled so good that he would have tolerated the fish bones poking the roof of his mouth if he could just have a little bit of a taste. But from where he was standing, it looked like the tigress was just finishing up. Even if she wasn’t, was he just going to stroll up to her and ask her to share? Edward did his best to be as silent as he could as he continued his approach on the tigress from behind. He was a lot more mindful of where his feet went this time around, avoiding leaves and twigs and keeping his steps restricted to only soft patches of snow that didn’t crunch when stepped on. He was a little annoyed at how slow his approach was, but each step brought him closer and closer to the tigress who had let her guard down. Salmon, o salmon, why did you have to be so tasty? The canine came up behind her just in time to witness her toss her spear and what was left of her fish meal into the flames in front of her. He came to a stop just a few feet behind her and waited for just the right moment before he made his presence known. He held his spear up, pointed the sharp end toward the tigress who sat comfortably on her laurels and took a single step forward to gently press the spear against the tigress’s back. His paw landed right on a twig, which prematurely announced his presence to the tigress. It didn’t stop him from smiling and saying the line he had rehearsed in his head on his walk over to her, though. “You’re a difficult one to find, cat,” Edward said through his elated grin and prodded the tigress with the tip of his spear. “Looks like the felines lose again this year, as always.” his tail wagged around behind him as he gloated; he was unable to contain his excitement Alex, at the unfortunate end of a spear, put her hands up in surrender as she sat in the snow in front of her fire. She was silent, but hyper aware of her surroundings. Her eyes darted to a bunch of different places as she tried to come up with a way to get out of the sticky situation. She had made it this far; three more hours and she would have emerged the victor. Regret started to show on her face as she looked at her spear which had already been reduced to charcoal. If only she hadn’t tossed it like an absolute idiot. What was she thinking? The smug look on the canine’s face only got smugger the more he poked and prodded at the tigress with his spear. His tail continued to wag behind him with increasing speed and his heart raced to the same tune. All he could think about was how proud his tribe would be that he was able to bring the tigress in without the help of the four stooges that made up his team. Oh, how he was so ready to rub it in Carl the ass-kisser’s face. “On your feet, slowly,” he barked an order to the tigress. As the tigress slowly got onto her feet, Edward dropped his left hand from the spear and grabbed the rope that he had fashioned out of tree bark that was loosely looped around the base of his tail. Spear in one hand and rope in the other, he moved a little closer to the tigress to grab her raised hands and tie them together. But to do that, the dog had to move the spear away from the tigress’s back, and he did that, just for a second as he grabbed her right wrist with his right hand – that was his mistake. With the canine’s spear out of the way, Alex remained calm and waited for the dog to grab onto one of her wrists. Being right-handed, she hoped he would grab her left wrist first, and when he did, her surprised, scared, and vulnerable “tiger on her laurels” expression turned into a cute little smile that those close to her (especially her brother) called “the annihilator”. It was a subtle smile, but her lips curled in a way that was both innocent and sinister at the same time. Her tail swayed behind her and brushed against the canine’s legs as he reached for her right wrist. With his fingers a mere millimeters away from wrapping securely around the tiger’s wrist, Edward’s smile grew wider and wider. He pictured how everything would go in his mind once he brought the tigress back to the canine village. He’d be hailed as a hero, inducted into the legends who previously single handedly won the Hunt just like he was about to do. Or at least so he thought. Alex wasn’t going to let him take her win that easily. The tigress moved her left hand away from the mutt’s as it approached and grabbed the hand that he had on her right wrist. Edward went wide-eyed and looked at the tigress, who now had her head turned over her shoulder. Their eye contact lasted just long enough for Alex to raise a brow at him and chuckle. The tigress tightened her grip around the canine’s wrist and pulled her restrained wrist out of his grasp. With a simple, soft, and effortless move, Alex turned around and grabbed Edward’s spear with one hand, his shoulder with the other, and pulled him into a roll toward the snowy ground. By putting her entire body into it and relying on gravity for that extra pull, Alex pulled the dog off of his feet and to the ground, shoulder-first. Edward flipped in the air before he landed on his back with a loud thud. His spear was wrestled from him and ended up in the tiger’s hands – she slammed herself down on him with her knees straddled over him so hard that he had the wind of his latest breath was knocked out of his lungs. ‘Hooomph!’ Before the canine could snarl or fight back, the tigress twirled the spear around in her hands, wrapped her fingers around the weapon nice and tight, and pressed it down against his neck. Edward quickly put his hands up to grab the spear as it came down toward his neck. He wasn’t able to push the tigress off of him like he wanted to, as the feline possessed a surprising amount of strength considering her stature. His grip tightened around the spear that was oh so close to pressing against his Adam’s Apple and he put a lot of force behind his hands to try and get the tigress off of him. He grunted, groaned, stiffened up, and struggled under the tigress’s straddle. Although he wasn’t just going to give up, he knew that if he kept struggling, he’d be wasting energy. And since he hadn’t eaten anything in almost two days, every calorie counted. His grip was still firm around the spear, to keep it from pushing too close to his neck, but he stopped actively pushing against the tigress’s force. “And you’re easy to trick, dog,” Alex said through grit teeth. Her voice was slightly shaky from how much force she had to put in to overpower the large canine. “Doesn’t matter if you keep me pinned, tigress, I’ve found you, you’ve lost.” Edward’s snarl warped into a toothy smile that showed almost all of his pearly white blades that crowned his pink gums. The dog resumed pushing against the spear just in case the tigress lowered her guard when he spoke; she didn’t – thus his efforts bore no fruit. Being completely naked, the tigress’s pussy pressed right up against the Caucasian Shepherd and Arctic Fox mix’s lower abdominal area. Almost immediately after she forced her way on top of him, the dog felt a warmth spread all over his body, which was normal when one partook in fur-to-fur contact with another person, but what wasn’t quite normal was the extra warmth that he felt pressed against his stomach. It took him a few seconds to realize what it was from, and when he did, he almost went wide-eyed but stopped himself just in time. Alex felt a little bit of warmth against her when she straddled the dog and kept him pinned down, too; and while she wasn’t feeling cold, the sharing of body heat between herself and the mutt was quite enjoyable. Her reaction to it was a lot less dramatic than Edward’s, but she still had a little bit of a reaction nonetheless. She bit her lip and let out a little bit of a sigh that could easily pass as her letting out her frustration from the force she had to exert to keep the canine under her from shaking her off and gaining the upper hand. Her hips moved back and forth slightly as her knees dug into the snow to find their footing. Once she had the dog firmly in place under her and was sure he wouldn’t be able to wiggle his way free from her like a slimy little worm, she leaned forward to bring her face closer to her prey. Her muzzle hovered just close enough for her to be able to look down at him dauntingly with a smirk that curled into just one cheek and a raised eyebrow that mocked him for being taken down by a tiger, a lady tiger no-less. The canines took masculinity seriously, almost to the point of toxicity; being toppled by a woman was something to be ashamed of, and it showed just a little on Edward’s face. But being under this particular woman, this tigress, wasn’t so bad. She was fit, and that warm pussy against him felt good – he was a simple man; tits, ass, pussy, or any combination of the three were like catnip to him, and Alex had all of them out, too much for just two eyes to look at all at once. Had the tigress not been part of the Hunt, he’d probably, definitely, maybe tap that. Then an idea hit him like a horse drawn wagon full of loot tumbling down a hill. He could tap that. Alex was careful not to get too in Edward’s face; her past wrestling matches with her brother where she was headbutted taught her better. But she was still close enough that her breath blew over him and caused ripples and waves to appear in his fur. She stared at the dog in silence for a few seconds, before she said anything. “Last I recall, the game ends when the time runs out, or when you bring me to the canine village, which is pretty far away from here. Even if I didn’t have the upper hand, you and your pack of mutts would never get me back there in time.” Alex’s smirk turned into a huge grin and she tightened her grip around the spear that kept the dog’s neck pinned down. Her tail swished and swayed behind her as her heart raced and her adrenaline-fueled confidence powered her continuous mockery of the dog underneath her. Edward snarled at the tigress and tried to push his head up to headbutt her, just as she predicted he would do. After three failed attempts to knock her head with his, he gave up, and when the tigress told him that they were too far for him to win the Hunt regardless, the look of anger on his face turned into concern. His eyebrows relaxed from their near-constant furrowed state, and his grip around the spear loosened just a smidge. The way the tigress smiled as she said it made it believable and for the briefest moment he forgot that she could have just been bullshitting. If he restrained her somehow, carried her over his shoulders, and ran as fast as he could back to home base; he’d probably make it back with an hour to spare before the drums played announcing the end of the game, at the very least. He was being generous in regards to his running stamina, because who wouldn’t be? Failure starts with a bad outlook. Regardless of whether or not he would be physically capable of carrying the tigress, it didn’t matter if he wasn’t able to get out from underneath her. Edward, unable to overpower her, decided to play the same hand of cards as the tigress and tried to get in her head, too. “You can’t keep me pinned down for three hours. You really think I came out here alone? My boys will catch up here any minute now. And you can’t take all five of us at once.” The canine let out a chuckle that was so deep and guttural that it too became believable. He cackled like a maniac – like him being pinned down by the tigress had been part of his plan to keep her distracted. The realization that she had forgotten about the other four canines who were also hunting her hit her slowly as if she were in denial about it. Normally, the tigress’s bullshit detector was on-point; but the situation that she found herself in was far from what anyone would call normal. With adrenaline, fatigue, fear, and anger coursing through her veins, the subtle body language hints that came with lying went over her head like a flat stone skipping across a body of water. Her grip around the spear loosened and her smug grin reverted to the smirk that it was previously, then it flattened out completely. Her heart skipped a couple of beats and she forgot to breathe. She worryingly turned her head over her shoulder to look behind her when she heard the familiar crack of a twig and looked around almost frantically. With the tigress distracted, Edward took his chance and pushed against the spear with all his strength. The spear lifted from his neck and he was able to outstretch his arms until his elbows formed 90-degree angles. He let out a loud grunt, which was a mistake as it alerted Alex to what he was doing. “Uuuggnnn!” The tigress turned her head back around as fast as she could when she realized what Edward was doing, retightened her grip around the spear, and attempted to push it back down as best she could. She let out a grunt of her own as she was now the one on the struggling end of the spear. Her elbows formed perfect right angles, too, and she lifted herself with her knees just a little to apply more of her weight to it. “Oh, you fucker!” Alex’s arms tensed up as she tried harder and harder to press the spear back down against the mixed canine’s neck, but try as she might, she couldn’t move the spear at all. The right angles of Edward’s arms held strong and pushed against the tigress more and more. The spear moved further and further up until Alex’s arms were folded against her chest, at which point, Edward twisted the spear to the left and threw the tigress off of him. The tigress held onto the spear until the very last second; her fingers slipped from the wooden weapon once the brown and white canine twisted, turned, and flung her off of him like a bull at a rodeo. The tigress fell off to the side and rolled three feet through the snow, only narrowly missing the fire that she was using for her food earlier with her feet. Edward was quick to get onto his feet once the tigress was no longer on top of him; he used the spear in hand as a crutch to push himself up even faster. Once he was on his feet, he walked over to the downed tigress, who was on her stomach, coughing up some snow and leaves that had gotten into her mouth. The tigress pressed her hands firmly against the snow-covered frozen ground and pushed herself up, but before she could get up completely, Edward lifted his right foot and pressed it firmly down against the tigress’s back, keeping her flat against the ground as he fished for the rope that was still partially looped around the base of his tail. Alex let out an airy grunt as Edward stepped on her back and continued to try to push herself up using her hands to no avail. When she was able to push herself up by about an inch, Edward let out a chuckle and pressed his foot down on her back just a little harder to keep her flat against the snow. He crouched down on one knee to tie the rope around the tigress’s wrists. He grabbed the tigress’s right arm first and brought it up over her head before he grabbed her left. While the tigress struggled; wiggling left and right to try and get out from underneath him, he had gravity on his side, and compacted snow wasn’t quite as forgiving as Alex hoped it would be. --- Read the full story on Patreon! And on SubscribeStar! || Check out my Discord server || And a Telegram channel for easy access to all art of Alex || Follow me on Twitter || Follow me on Bluesky
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(Story contains 2nd person, domming the reader, and a LOT of hypno themes. You've been warned) It began when you entered Her chambers. You were certain you were here for...something—definitely something important, something you've been anticipating your whole life, but...staring at Her, at It, you found it difficult to dredge up the memory. The Queen lounged, resplendent in Her honeycomb throne, practically glowing in the warm yellow-gold light streaming through the windows. Well, a particular part of Her in particular seemed to radiate, at least. Her magnificent derriere filled the throne just barely, as if It had decided to tolerate being contained, at least for the moment. The light from the windows reflected off of It, casting a radiant glow towards you and filling you with Its majesty and vitality. You could see your reflection in It, It was so shiny. And why wouldn't It be? In comparison to It, to your Queen, you were nothing more than a yellow reflection, a mere haze in Its image. Its sheer size...It was as vast as a universe unto Itself, a towering mountain of hard yellow chitin and soft, pillowy delight. She could sit on you and never notice; in fact, She could sit on the entire hive and only feel the pleasure of such a tight, deific hole being filled, just as It should be. How long have you been standing in the doorway? Before opening the door, you could have counted the seconds, but now... It could have been a minute or a thousand years. She beckoned you forward with Her scepter, and forward you moved, your motions hazy and floaty. You can't feel yourself advancing; you can only see Her drawing closer, Her glorious royal rump getting larger in your view, as if that were even possible. As you moved closer, you could feel It filling your mind and soul as well as your field of vision. You were nothing but a drone for this butt, and you were content to be so. You almost reached out to immerse yourself in It; It was so soft and alluring. But no, that wouldn't be proper for a mere drone. Only the Queen could command the ass, and because the ass controlled you...well, you would have been able to comprehend it if you could still think. "In My infinite magnanimity, I have DECREED!" Her voice enveloped you, extinguishing any final lingering free thoughts you might have left in your sunken, drained head, ensnaring it in Its gentle command. She giggled, and you realized that you had just made an involuntary throaty moaning noise from deep within yourself. "You may worship the royal bee-hind." Her words were like a leash, gently tugging you forward and to your task, as if you even need the encouragement. Have you been here before? You hope so; who wouldn't want to be filled and commanded by this goddess of a butt? Your memories on the subject were hazy and half-formed; why bother making memories when the Queen needed worship, but your muscle memory knows what to do. Your lips met the warm surface, and you melted, wholly and completely. You can't say if you fell asleep right there against your Queen, your universe, the mistress of your mind, soul, and body, but the next few... who cares how long was filled with the stuff of the most wonderful dreams. It let you bounce across It, feeling the tremor-like jiggle and sway through your very being. It let you scrub and watch and polish and care for It, making Its luster even more mirrorlike. And when you were tired, though you didn't want to rest, lest you disappoint It, It let you feed yourself to It, climbing between the monumental globes of bug fat and snuggling up to sleep the best sleep of your life. You and It were one; you were your Queen's ass, reveling in Her majesty and shine. The others were right to worship You, for You knew best. You were proud to command such a loyal hive, and they were lucky to have You. You are the most perfect thing, the lodestar of the universe, the goddess above goddesses, the- You wake up in your bed. The others give you envious looks, beyond envious, but you can't for the life of you imagine why. The peaceful dream you just had is already floating away, half remembered. Well, dreams are for sleeping, and you're wide awake now. Time to make honey, care for the hive, standard worker/drone stuff. You wonder which lucky member of the hive will have the privilege of worshipping your Queen today. Maybe it'll even be you! You've wanted it all your life after all. ------------ 1 more week of PokeMarch and I'm nowhere near done. I've got a bunch more fun ideas I can't wait to show yall! Also, this is my first foray into hypno fetish storytelling, sooo...idk, critique welcome and appreciated. Stay tuned :3 Character is owned by Nintendo ------------ Check me out on my other platforms! Interested in a commission? Drop me a line :) SFW | https://linktr.ee/InfinityTheLabb0 NSFW | https://linktr.ee/eternitythelabb0
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Rex: Top Dog A groan escaped him as he began to stir. His body felt like a sack of rocks, too heavy to move himself, though that didn't stop it from bending and twisting at the whim of another. He had no chance to fight it, his eyes fighting just to even crack open. What he could see was dull and unfocused, passing by him like a slideshow with each blink, so surreal and dreamlike. He saw the figure slicing up his shirt with a pair of shears, the cool air and ground biting at his exposed torso. Blink. His belt was unbuckled, pants unzipped before two hands began to slide them down his legs, leaving him in a pair of briefs. Blink. One of those same hands rubbed his bulge, trapping under its fabric cage before it hooked a finger on the waistband and tugged down. Blink. The cold hard ground soaked through his fur as he laid face down, arms twisted behind him, held together by something. With a sudden firm grip on his shoulder and wrists, Rex felt himself get hoisted upwards on his knees. His legs slid and were spread apart to support his upright position as he slumped forward, still weak from whatever had knocked him out. Shallow panting drifted from the pitbull’s mouth, mind still full of fuzz and fog. He wasn’t quite sure where he was, not knowing if the mysterious man had moved him anywhere. The world around him was still a mess of blurry shapes and colors, but the longer he knelt, the clearer it grew. The sea of gray his dropped gaze absently stared at turned into a cement floor, the two brown blobs at the body of his vision becoming his bare legs, folded and asleep beneath him. Using what little energy he had regained to look up, the sight of the larger of two dungeons came into focus, telling him exactly where he was. Right in the middle of a fetishist's paradise. As his senses returned to him, he tugged on the bindings around his wrists and arms, feeling the ropes shift with the light struggle yet remain firm. Glancing down at himself, his eyes widened and his heartbeat quickened, the whole reality of the situation dawning on him. Those glimpses he saw were very real. Gone were his clothes, leaving him in nothing but his short fur. Not even his underwear remained, with his sheath pointed upwards and balls hanging between his spread legs. Looking down at his naked body, kneeling in the middle of a sex dungeon, his mind raced. He had to get out of here. “Well, look who finally decided to wake up,” He heard a voice say behind him, causing him to look around frantically but to no avail. “You tanked that aesthesia like a champ, I was wondering if it wasn’t actually entering the vents.” “Who’s there? Show yourself.” Instead of giving an answer, two hands harshly clapped the canine’s shoulders, giving them a squeeze before a shadow loomed over Rex, casting in darkness. Tilting his head back, he was met with the smiling face of a doberman around his age, a wide, toothy smile on his face and a gold earring shining in his left ear. Amber eyes stared down from his bluish black mask, a pair of brown eyebrows giving more expression to his devious face. While the gas mask was gone, in its place rested a leather peaked cap. Kneeling down, the other man played with his knot work, tightening Rex’s binds as he hummed to himself. “Breaking into this place, that’s pretty ballsy. Getting in without tripping an alarm, it’s almost like you had an inside man. One of the servants, I’m guessing. Rex grunted as his wrists were pulled closer together. “Moriarty, I’m guessing.” “You guessed wrong. Don’t worry, I’ll give you two more.” “Then who are you?” he snarled, fists clenching behind his back. “Oh, I thought we were playing a game. You’re no fun. But you are quite,” He reached around, one arm over his shoulder and the other around his waist, giving his chest and abs a good feel, “sexy.” The pitbull twisted and thrashed in his restraints, trying to shake off the unwelcomed touch. “Get away from me!” To his surprise, the other dog stopped, standing up and circling in front of him. This allowed him to get a good look at him, and what a look it was. He still wore the same gear as earlier, but without the drugs dulling his vision, he could make out his captor much better. The harness he wore clung to his pecs, helping accentuate them alongside the golden bar piercings in each nipple. Two black bands sat snugly around his upper biceps, straining every time he flexed them. His abs were well toned, even threatening to put his own muscled body to shame, helped by how his well groomed fur shone in the room’s lighting, highlighting his physique even more. The pouch of his jockstrap was full and bulging, hinting to a package that the bound pitbull hoped stayed wrapped. Based on appearance alone, it only made his heart sink further. He was not liking how this was going. After he was finished taking in all that was the doberman that had captured him, he caught sight of his backpack, now held in the other man’s hands as he sat down in a chair facing the failed thief. “So, who do you work for, Toby Fletcher?” Rex let out a low growl. “How do you know my name?” The doberman chuckled. “You think I wouldn’t look through your wallet and phone? Why else do you like you’re just tied up on the floor and not anywhere more,” he gestured around at the numerous pieces of bondage furniture, “secured?” The pitbull sighed, using his annoyance to hide a feeling he wasn’t too used to feeling. “What do you want with me?” It was a risky question, every inane thing this guy did delayed himself and gave him more time to plan. But despite his attempts at loosening his ropes, he knew he was screwed. At this point, he was only delaying the inevitable. “Wow, you are really boring. I’ll tell you, but first, let’s see what you managed to steal.” Unzipping the bag, he dove his hand inside, tongue peeking from between his lips as he rummaged through, blind. Shortly after, he took out the golden toys, gently laying them on the floor before shoving his hand back inside. “Yeah, those are pretty fucking expensive. Good catch. He’d hate to lose those. Now, some of his watches… wait….” His hand yanked free of the backpack, holding onto the pup hood Rex had grabbed. The bound thug’s blood ran cold, watching a smile creep onto his captors face as he stared at the empty headgear before his eye slowly turned back to him. “You… kinky… bastard. You didn’t take this because it’s valuable, you took this because you wanted it. Is that it, pup? You want a good master to take good care of you?” “Shut up,” Rex looked away, face burning and ears flat against his head. The doberman stood up, walking over and crouching down in front of him, holding the hood close to his face. “Is that really any way to talk to your master, pup?” “I said shut u-” The other canine seized his muzzle in a vice grip, clamping his mouth shut. The jovial expression in his face flickered for a second, flashing a quick snarl as amber met blue. “Does master need to teach you some manners?” They glared daggers at each other, a duel held solely through eye contact. Pupils narrowed, lips twitched, neither wanting to give up ground. But as it seemed like the contest would go on forever, something inside Rex pulled his gaze away. “Good. Now, I will tolerate no more back talk, mutt. In fact….” Grabbing the pitbull’s discarded belt, the dominant male brought it to his muzzle and wrapped it around, tightening and strapping it in place, forcing his mouth closed. The bound canine shook his head, wrists tugging in a vain effort to remove it. Hot breath poured from his flaring nostrils as he looked back at the doberman. “That’s better. And to answer your first question, the name’s Kaiden. As for what I plan to do to you?... Take a guess. Actually, you might like it, pup. Funnily enough, I was looking for one of you myself. Moriarty has a pack of them but I just wanted one. One to make mine.” Rex’s heart threatened to tear from his chest, blood pumping past his ears as he listened. This had to be a nightmare, some fucked up nightmare. There was no way this was real. “Oh, and as for who you work for? It doesn’t really matter. I don’t care, it’s not like they’ll be able to come and save you without every cop car in a five mile radius swarming them, if I don’t get to them first. I do like the sight of helpless, tied up men. Especially sexy ones like you. Besides, I already know who sent you, and I doubt they’ll care to try.” Kaiden grabbed Rex’s jaw, holding his chin in the palm of his hand as he grinned at the snarling canine. “After all, I’m the one who told them to come here.” Rex growled through his clenched muzzle, all the pieces falling into place. Of course this was a trap, if only he had known what kind. If he could go back in time to that coffee shop, he would have told Simon to fuck off, consequences be damned. But that was just a dream, this was the real world. "Look at you, all bark and no bite. Actually, more like no bark and no bite." He growled louder, nothing left to do but make himself feel better. "Aw, what a cute growl you have. How about we see if your whimpers are just as adorable?" His pitch went deeper, all in an attempt to hide the emotion coursing through him. Fear. "Oh, I'm going to like you, pup." Full story here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/56213051/
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Otter Pops by Pandottermon, Story by Runa216! Story Otter Hooping “Oi mate, you have to do it now!” Yuma taunted the hippogryph, who was much, much larger than him. Little otter was only about four feet tall compared to Ilorek, who was well over eight feet tall and built like an athlete. The little otter boi was wearing no shirt, but had some khaki shorts, whereas Ilorek was, as he always was, au naturel. “I really don't think that's a good idea, Yuma.” Ilorek countered. “I mean, what if you get stuck?” Yuma laughed, his belly heaving. “Oh you, Ilorek. You're always so worried about others. Just because you're bigger than everyone else doesn't mean we're all fragile little dolls that you have to tiptoe around. Let's do this, hun. Could be fun.” The massive hippogryph rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. “Psh, fine. But if something happens you get stuck, I'm not responsible for your whereabouts. Also, we're not doing it in the house, we're gonna go out to the barn, understand me? If we make a mess it'll be a lot easier to clean up.” The little otter brushed his golden hair over his head and nodded, flashing a smile. “You got it, let's go do this.” The two of them left their barn house and walked past the pasture fence to get to the barn where they kept the cattle. Once inside, Ilorek went to the bathing station and got a bucket, filling it with a white powder then using a hose to fill the bucket up. “Don't be a pussy, Ilorek. We used to do this kinda thing back home with the elephants, rhinos, and zebras. I'm sure you're big enough to do it, too.” “Just let me do things my way.” Ilroek responded as he shut the hose off and dipped his hand in the bucket, frilly hair getting clogged up with the viscous fluid. He pulled out and there were long, thick strands of the jelly trailing from his fingertips to the surface of the bucket. Perfect and slick, thick but not too thick. “Well I suppose, if you must.” Yuma sighed. Wasn't nearly as fun without a struggle. With bucket in hand, Ilorek looked up and down the tiny, lithe otter. “You're going to have to take those pants off. Won't work with fabric; fur and feathers only.” The otter flashed another toothy grin, smiling and giving a kissing motion. “Oh my!” he cooed. “I didn't know you thought of me that way!” Ilorek rolled his eyes. “Just take the pants off, would you?” “For you darling, anything.” Yuma laughed as he unbuttoned the khakis, practically leaping out of them and kicking them to the side, letting them fall beside an empty bucket between the stalls. “So let's do this! I can't wait!” The two of them walked out to between the stalls until they found an empty one. Ilorek carried the bucket of lube and a stool with him. As they got to the empty stall, he set the bucket down near the door and put the bucket of lube beside it. He turned around to lean over the stall gate, raising his tail to expose his puffy little stallion pucker. “Well, go ahead, have at it.” He instructed. Yuma raised an eyebrow as he looked at the pose of his friend and the placing of the stool. “Come on, mate, you aren't making this easy on me. How am I supposed to make this work?” Ilorek shrugged, his feathered shoulders ruffling a bit in irritation. “You're a smart little guy, figure it out.” “Rrgh.” Yuma grunted as he sized up the situation. After only a moment's hesitation and planning, he hopped up onto the stool and looked directly into the black hole underneath is partner's tail. He licked his lips as he got a sniff. “Come on, don't make it weird. Just do your thing and get it over with.” Ilorek sighed. “Fine, fine.” Yuma grumbled. “Was just trying to enjoy the moment.” With the massive hippogryph leaning over the gate and the little otter standing on a stool, Yuma still could just barely see over the hips of his friend's hips. His chest was right at ass level, so it took only the slightest crouch to bury his muzzle under that tail to taste the luscious meat ring. But he didn't, he was putting something else in there. He gave Ilorek's rump cheek symbol a smack before reaching down to the bucket, smothering both hands with the thick lube and bringing them up together to smear the fluid all up and down Ilorek's cheeks with special attention to his hole. With Ilorek being equine on his lower half and Yuma being a much, much smaller creature, it took next to no effort to push his one arm in to the elbow. He could feel Ilorek's rippling flesh clamp down on him as he smeared the lube all around his insides. Yuma got a gentle whiff of powerful equine musk, so he knew he must have rubbed the right stuff, and his friend's enormous member must have been slipping out of its sheath. He kept rubbing at that engorged spot inside, enjoying the sensation of his friend's rump hole clamped down on his upper arm like an armband. Slowly pulling out his arm with a slick, sloppy sound, he left only his hand inside as he brought his other hand to rub at the meaty rim. He smeared the cum of lube all over his arm and the hole before forcing his second hand inside his friend's backside. He pushed both arms in deep, a sloppy whoosh sucking in the air from around as Ilorek's anal chamber expanded, sucking on the otter's hands. “Hold up, buddy!” Yuma cried out. “Not yet!” “I know, sheesh. I'm just getting ready. Do your thing, dammit.” Yuma gritted his teeth as he spun both arms around inside, letting the backs of his hands rub along the gloriously rippled and velvety walls of his friend. He pushed in as deep as he could go, almost ending buried to his shoulders, huge gape in between each arm as he thrust in and out, rotating his body to apply tension to the wonderfully malleable equine rump. With one quick motion, he pulled completely out, a whoosh of warm air coming with them in a sloppy frrrrt. “Come on, dude, did you have to do that?” Yuma complained. “You opened me up, where was the air supposed to go?” “Good point.” Yuma reached back down to the bucket and grabbed another cupped handful of lube to smear all over Ilorek's rump cheeks and tail hole, then got another set and smeared his own legs with it. There were weblike strands of the lube trailing from his hands to the bucket, from the bucket to his legs, and between him and the rump that was pulsating right in front of him. He reached down and got another cupped handful and smeared it all over his crotch, butt, and tail. When he was content, he put his hands on his hips. “I still don't think you can do it.” He taunted. “I know I can, just stop stalling and start stuffing, or I'll do it for you.” Yuma laughed, bits of lube dripping off his body. “I almost want to make you. Chase me and shove me in.” “I won't bother, and you know it.” “You're no fun for a lummox.” Yuma grabbed the base of Ilorek's tail tight with both hands to give him balance and ensure he had something to anchor himself as he lifted one leg up and pointed his toes at Ilorek's glistening and now-swollen hole. He wiggled his toes in the lube and pushed his toes in, feeling the hippogryph's flesh part and let him in, sliding easily over his foot and practically reaching out to absorb his heel and suck on his calf. “Oh, this feels nice!” He marvelled as he wiggled his toes inside, relishing the sensation of rippled flesh clamping down on his limb. “I told you not to make it weird, Yuma.” Ilorek grunted with a whinny. It wasn't often he let his equine side influence his vocalizations. “Fine, fine. You don't let me have any fun.” Yuma continued to push his leg into his friend, using the equine tail as a rope to pull himself in deeper. This is where it got daring an exceptionally hard; if for some reason something went wrong, he and his friend could both be hurt. “Are you sure you'll be fine, Ilorek? I don't need you pussin' out and getting mad.” He asked to be sure. “Don't it before with bigger and rougher. Just do it, or I'll make you.” The little otter had no qualms doing this of his own volition; in fact he was eager! It was his idea, after all. Ilorek was still standing still for him, so he took in a deep breath and hopped on his lubed up foot a few times before taking action. He jumped up high, using his one foot as an anchor inside Ilorek's rump and his tail as a rope as he brought his second foot up to join his first. He was worried his claws would catch on the incredibly tender hole, but his entire lower half slipped in with ease. He felt Ilorek's meaty equine hole spread with ease to let both of his legs and even past his hips into his ass! “Hey! I did it!” Yuma cheered, wiggling his hips inside, forcing his ass to press against the bottom wall of Ilorek's insides. He wiggled his toes inside and rubbed his feet on the rippled flesh inside, enjoying the sensation as though he was getting a foot massage by thousands of tiny, lubed up snakes! “You're only halfway there.” Ilorek said. “Wait, what? I just wanted to see if-” Yuma was cut off mid sentence by Ilorek's massive hand grabbing his shoulder and pulling hard on him, forcng his entire torso to disappear between the hippogryph's powerful but tender feeling rump cheeks. The lube slicked up his entire body and eased his way in like he was a dick in a mare; his entire body was like nothing to Ilorek's massive and strangely accommodating frame. “Cool bro, you've made your point.” Yuma squeaked with a stammer in his voice. “Not yet.” Ilorek countered as he stepped his massive talons up onto the stool to let his rump actually be above the rest of his torso. He gave the little otter another heave that slurped more of his body up so only his nose and arms were sticking out. He could feel Yuma's feet pressing out against his belly as the otter's knees were bent up to make room inside Ilorek's roomy backside. “Ilorek...?” Yuma squeaked. But the sound was caught underneath Ilorek's tail and between his cheeks as his rump ring clenched tight, closing over Yuma's face and forcing him inside. The pressure was great enough to release the otter's grip from the equine tailbase. Ilorek gave his backside another clench to completely close, smothering every bit of Yuma's body inside. “Well that was fun. Better luck with your dares next time, Yuma.” Ilorek laughed at himself as he peeled away from the stable gate to pick up the lube and walk out of the barn. He had to walk funny as the little otter's balled up form, though small compared to him, was still a cumbersome visitor that was pressing not only against his sensitive prostate but also the base of his spine and inside of his hips. He had to walk with a hunch and with legs bowed back to the house. Out the door he went, but as he did so he could feel the otter flailing about inside him. He could feel elbows and knees applying pressure against his walls, only to rub in circles and strokes, forcing blasts of pleasure to rock his lower body. His cock was already partially out and limp, but the sensations of struggling otter ramped the bloodflow to 11, forcing it to engorge to full potential. As he walked, bow legged and hunched, he saw his bobbing member spewing wad after wad of his own slick equine precum, bits of it dropping on the grass, other bits splattering on the fence. About half way down the side of the field, he had to stop, the pleasure was too much. He leaned against the fence and hung his head over the side; his cock was throbbing with every elbow and knee that pummelled his insides. The pleasure that he felt loosened his ass, and he felt a stubby little otter nose poke out to sniff at the underside of his tail. He thought he'd be nice to his friend, so he raised his floofy, equine tail to let the little bugger breathe. Allowing this made the writhing stop for a moment, so he was able to regain composure and decide that maybe he'd taught enough of a lesson. Laughing, he reached back and pulled the rim of his rump far and wide, exposing his pink inner flesh as well as the face of a remarkably content otter, nuzzling into the inside of his anal ring. “Come on out.” Ilorek urged. “No more....nnnghf....pleasuring me. At least let me get back to the house so nobody sees.” he begged. Reluctantly, Yuma relaxed his body and let himself slide out on his belly. He let his head, arms, and most of his torso emerge before he wrapped his arms around Ilorek's massive balls, snuggling up to them and licking the lube and fluids off the backside of them. “Mmmmm, I don't want to cum out!” he retorted. “This is far too comfy and warm and cozy! You can deal with it, push me out and your balls come with me!” Ilorek grunted again and looked back over his shoulder. “Fine then., be that way!” He tensed up his muscles and expanded his insides, sucking on the otter to tug his form back into the hippogryph's backside. “Hey!” Yuma protested. “I was just kidding!” Ilorek lowered his tail again to tickle at the otter's nose, which caused the little guy to sneeze and let go of his bulbous, sensitive orbs, causing the otter to slip back up into the wrinkled, cavernous walls of his hippogryph friend. “Well you may have been,” Grunted Ilorek, “But you still get to deal with the consequences. I'll let you out tomorrow.” With that, Ilorek stood up straight and kept his stride true like a regal gryph, forcing the little otter up into his depths, the muscular contractions keeping his nose inches from the slightly gaping opening. Ilorek didn't bother negotiating with his otter friend, but instead slept with his ass open just a bit, leaving his friend to enjoy the moist confines of the equine rump that had been used and abused so much in the past. Much as the little otter boi would hate to deny it, he loved every second of being smothered in that warm, moist, velvety smoothe canal, and he'd gladly do it again if Ilorek let him. ********************************************************** Hell of a nice, impromptu surprise if I do say so myself! Pandottermon came to me at random, said hey, gimme refs and chose one of my otters!" And I gave him my characters and chose Yuma, the young, twinky, kinda arrogant and competitive otter becuase I needed some prey that'll fight back but will enjoy it. He asked what I wanted, I said anal vore, and this is what he came up with. dude is super duper fast, and this was done in a matter of hours from sketch to completion. I know I say this about a lot of my friends that do art for me, but seriously, go commission this guy; he's cheap, reliable, and willing to do the nummiest vores! Art - pandottermon Writing - runa216 Yuma - pandottermon Ilorek - runa216
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[c] Roleplay (Textless) textless version of [url=https://www.furaffinity.net/view/60256418/]
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[c] Roleplay Comm for razeino of Finn and Alice doing a bit of roleplay. This is from Chapter 12 of Risk Compensation by alephkeller, go read it!
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From source Underwear?!? What futuristic sorcery is this? Originally posted on subscribestar! https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1716413 Post Nebraska - July 1st, 2509. I finally made it back. After three years, I made it back. However, I took someone back with me. I couldn't leave him there and he wouldn't have me leave without him. He was scared traveling with me back to 2509, but he never really freaked out, staying near me at all times. He said he felt safe with me. By the time we left I could communicate and get a grasp of what he had to say. While it will take some time for him to get used to the future, he still seems to be happy with me. I'm glad. I don't think we could ever be apart. No matter where or when we are. <3 End!
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Valentina There she was. The cause of all my troubles. The coloration of her markings always put me in mind of the most vibrant foxglove, the way she swayed with every step like a majestic Seviper. Valentina, a.k.a Miss Vale, held Team Rocket- no- all of Driftveil in her pretty little claws. Everything she did, from the way she walked to the way she spoke, was a slow and purposeful calculus of femme fatale, with an emphasis on the ‘fatal’. It was like staring at something forbidden, something so tempting that you knew that it would damn you in the end. Being in love with her was like injecting yourself with venom, numbing the pain, the sorrows, and everything else along with it. Take it from me: nothing denounced the evils of truth and love quite like being with her. She was every bit the fire and poison she appeared to be. And I had loved her all the same. - Excerpt from ""The Night Shift", by Lakuta God I love a good noir story. The smoky rooms, the grizzled protagonist, the wide-brimmed hats that cast a shadow across the face, save for the fire of an old cigar and the gleam of knowing eyes... And of course, the femme fatale <3 Loved gettin' to do this one, playing around with the lighting and the butt, the smoky gaze of a girl who knows she has it all... and getting to draw it for a woooonderful story is the cherry on top of it all~ There's plenty here, so please... Enjoy~ Don't forget to read to story this evil rose is from... The Night Shift, by Lakuta And if yer wantin' more fine dames strollin' into your office one dusty Friday evening, then why not feast your eyes on these? Drop It Malice The Witch of the Wilderness Check out my Telegram Channel for all new art and updates! ✨ https://t.me/+D4setKod8wg1ODI0 Valentina © Lakuta Pokémon © Game Freak / Nintendo
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Mew enslaves you Look, I don't care if you're a human trapped in the body of a Riolu... or if there is an entire exploration guild looking for you, which I doubt. The fact is that I BOUGHT you. From a Weavile in a SLAVE market. I rightfully own you FOREVER. I could break you right here, right now, and nobody, NOBODY, will come to help you. Do you know why? Because you're a nobody. You're the garbage of our ecosystem, and the only use trash like you have is to be SLAVES of more powerful Pokémon like ME. I picked you from all the other worthless runts. thinking you were going to be OBEDIENT, but overall, I'm feeling DISAPPOINTED with your behavior. I can still return you back to Weavile, I'm sure plenty of sadistic evil Pokémon would be more than happy to get their claws or paws on a disobedient weak Riolu like you. But is that what you really want? Do wish to return back to be MERCHANDISE? (You shake your head) Then, start to BEHAVE like a PET. Act like a PET. Think like one. (You feel the need to speak up, but your lips are shut down by a sudden pressure coming from all directions to your mouth) Quiet, you piece of trash! Don't you even dare to talk to me back. You don't get to have that priviledge. Pokémon speak and talk... but you're a PET, and you will answer me like one. Now, BARK. Bark like the dumb PET you're. (You let out a faint bark after another, Mew looked amused) Good, I guess you're not so defective after all! Fear is the best way to discipline wretches such as you... alright, as you can see, I can be a very merciful master, if you provide to be a competent SLAVE, that's to say. Fulfill your role to the letter, and you won't have to suffer under my grip, my little toy. Well, with that out of the way... what shall be your first task? Oh, I know. How about you give my divine feet a nice massage, PET? It's such a simple request, even somebody as unworthy and useless as you can do! However, fail to do a decent job, and you're going to be sent to the coal mines for 3 weeks, how does that sound? Now, get to it, trash.
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Under Savannah Skies (Part 4) Story "The clouds are pretty today," Kael murmured, voice thick with sleep. His eyes remained half-closed, watching the slow drift of white against the vast blue sky. Fayola didn’t answer. He glanced down to find her already asleep, the lioness curled against him, her chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. A quiet smile tugged at his lips. She trusted him. Enough to doze off beside him here, on the sun-warmed rocks, miles from the village. Careful not to disturb her, Kael wrapped one arm around her shoulders in a loose, protective embrace, and soon, he too drifted into sleep. Weeks ago, he'd planned only to stop for a few days, resting his feet and refilling his supplies before moving on. The lions had been welcoming, directing him to one of the village's spare guest homes - a simple but comfortable dwelling of wood and packed earth. It was more than he needed, and after weeks of roughing it on the road, he'd been grateful. He hadn’t expected to stay this long. And he hadn’t expected Fayola. She had caught his attention on his second day, crouched in her garden, patiently tending to the blossoms and shrubs that thrived under her care. It was a splash of life against the dry, golden expanse of the savannah, an oasis of color and scent. At first, she had barely acknowledged him beyond the polite greetings shared by all in the village. But when he approached her with a question (how did she manage to coax such green abundance from the arid soil?) something shifted. She'd studied him for a moment, as if weighing whether he truly cared about the answer, and when she spoke, it was with quiet enthusiasm, explaining the intricacies of soil enrichment, shade management, and watering cycles. From that moment on, they were nearly inseparable. Kael helped in her garden when he wasn't off hiking the ridges or photographing the wildlife, and Fayola, when she could step away from her work, followed him on his explorations. She was clever, with a humor that slipped into conversation when least expected. Beneath her composed exterior was a streak of playfulness she rarely showed in the village. Kael liked that about her. Liked the way she nudged at his ribs with a paw when he teased her, the way her tail flicked against his leg when she thought he wasn’t paying attention. And that, he realized, was becoming a problem. He wasn’t meant to stay. The thought gnawed at him as the weeks passed, as he moved out of the guest house and into Fayola’s spare room, as they settled into an easy routine of shared meals and long conversations. He should have been planning his next move. Instead, he found himself looking forward to the mornings when she stretched out beside him in the sun, or the nights when they sat outside, watching the stars. He told himself it was temporary. But the way he caught himself watching her, when she was laughing, when she was focused on her work, when she was simply there, made him question just how temporary it really was. A sudden gust of wind ruffled Kael’s fur, pulling him from his thoughts. He cracked one eye open. The sky had changed; clouds had thickened, darkened, swallowing the sun. Fayola stirred against him, lifting her head. "That’s not good," she murmured. Kael sat up. "You get storms like this often?" "Not often," she said, gaze scanning the horizon, "but when they come, they come fast." Already, the wind had picked up, rippling through the grass, bending the acacia trees in the distance. A low rumble of thunder rolled through the air. Fayola was on her feet in an instant. "We should get back." Kael didn't argue. The walk turned into a jog as the first droplets of rain spattered against them, quickly growing into a heavy downpour. The wind lashed through the plains, bending trees, sending leaves and dust whipping through the air. By the time they reached the village, the storm was in full force. Rain hammered against rooftops, water pooling in the dirt paths between houses. Lightning flashed, illuminating the sky in stark white, followed by a clap of thunder that rattled through Kael’s chest. They had barely made it to Fayola’s garden when she let out a sharp breath. "The crops." Kael followed her gaze. Beyond the village, the fields swayed violently under the onslaught of wind and rain. Fayola was already moving. Together, they worked quickly, covering her more fragile plants with protective cloths and weights, securing what they could against the elements. The rain soaked through their fur, mud clinging to their legs, but they pressed on, driven by urgency. Only when the wind became too strong, threatening to knock them off their feet, did they retreat inside, breathless and dripping. Kael raked a hand through his soaked fur. "Well, that was fun." Fayola huffed, shaking water from her ears. "Your definition of fun needs work." A smirk tugged at his lips. She sighed, padding toward the kitchen. "I'll get towels. You start the fire." Minutes later, with dry cloth wrapped around his shoulders and a warm meal in front of him, Kael felt the tension in his muscles ease. Fayola sat across from him, fur still slightly damp, eyes flicking toward the window where the rain continued to pour. "It’ll pass soon," she murmured, as much to herself as to him. He nodded, watching her. There was something about the way she sat - alert but calm, worry kept carefully beneath the surface. She cared. About this place, about the crops, about the people who depended on them. Kael looked away, stirring his food absently. It wasn’t his home. But for the first time in a long while, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to leave. By morning, the storm had passed, leaving behind a sky so clear it was as if the night before had been a dream. Kael and Fayola were out at first light, checking the crops, the village, her garden. Amazingly, there was no real damage. The fields were intact, the village untouched. Fayola exhaled in relief. "We got lucky." Kael smiled. "I think your plants are tougher than they look." She gave him a look but didn’t argue, brushing past him as she moved toward a row of blossoms. Several times that morning, she nudged against his leg; a soft, familiar gesture. Without thinking, he reached down, scratching behind her ears, running his fingers through her fur. She purred. Kael chuckled. "You know, you keep saying lions don’t do that." Fayola flicked her tail. "I don’t know what you’re talking about." That evening, as they prepared for sleep, Kael leaned down and whispered in the lioness' ear. An idea, a suggestion, just a thought, for something they could do together tomorrow at Fayola's favorite warm rocks. Something other than nap and catch the sun. Something neither of them would ever forget.
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Under Savannah Skies (Part 3) Story "The clouds are pretty today," Kael murmured, voice thick with sleep. His eyes remained half-closed, watching the slow drift of white against the vast blue sky. Fayola didn’t answer. He glanced down to find her already asleep, the lioness curled against him, her chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. A quiet smile tugged at his lips. She trusted him. Enough to doze off beside him here, on the sun-warmed rocks, miles from the village. Careful not to disturb her, Kael wrapped one arm around her shoulders in a loose, protective embrace, and soon, he too drifted into sleep. Weeks ago, he'd planned only to stop for a few days, resting his feet and refilling his supplies before moving on. The lions had been welcoming, directing him to one of the village's spare guest homes - a simple but comfortable dwelling of wood and packed earth. It was more than he needed, and after weeks of roughing it on the road, he'd been grateful. He hadn’t expected to stay this long. And he hadn’t expected Fayola. She had caught his attention on his second day, crouched in her garden, patiently tending to the blossoms and shrubs that thrived under her care. It was a splash of life against the dry, golden expanse of the savannah, an oasis of color and scent. At first, she had barely acknowledged him beyond the polite greetings shared by all in the village. But when he approached her with a question (how did she manage to coax such green abundance from the arid soil?) something shifted. She'd studied him for a moment, as if weighing whether he truly cared about the answer, and when she spoke, it was with quiet enthusiasm, explaining the intricacies of soil enrichment, shade management, and watering cycles. From that moment on, they were nearly inseparable. Kael helped in her garden when he wasn't off hiking the ridges or photographing the wildlife, and Fayola, when she could step away from her work, followed him on his explorations. She was clever, with a humor that slipped into conversation when least expected. Beneath her composed exterior was a streak of playfulness she rarely showed in the village. Kael liked that about her. Liked the way she nudged at his ribs with a paw when he teased her, the way her tail flicked against his leg when she thought he wasn’t paying attention. And that, he realized, was becoming a problem. He wasn’t meant to stay. The thought gnawed at him as the weeks passed, as he moved out of the guest house and into Fayola’s spare room, as they settled into an easy routine of shared meals and long conversations. He should have been planning his next move. Instead, he found himself looking forward to the mornings when she stretched out beside him in the sun, or the nights when they sat outside, watching the stars. He told himself it was temporary. But the way he caught himself watching her, when she was laughing, when she was focused on her work, when she was simply there, made him question just how temporary it really was. A sudden gust of wind ruffled Kael’s fur, pulling him from his thoughts. He cracked one eye open. The sky had changed; clouds had thickened, darkened, swallowing the sun. Fayola stirred against him, lifting her head. "That’s not good," she murmured. Kael sat up. "You get storms like this often?" "Not often," she said, gaze scanning the horizon, "but when they come, they come fast." Already, the wind had picked up, rippling through the grass, bending the acacia trees in the distance. A low rumble of thunder rolled through the air. Fayola was on her feet in an instant. "We should get back." Kael didn't argue. The walk turned into a jog as the first droplets of rain spattered against them, quickly growing into a heavy downpour. The wind lashed through the plains, bending trees, sending leaves and dust whipping through the air. By the time they reached the village, the storm was in full force. Rain hammered against rooftops, water pooling in the dirt paths between houses. Lightning flashed, illuminating the sky in stark white, followed by a clap of thunder that rattled through Kael’s chest. They had barely made it to Fayola’s garden when she let out a sharp breath. "The crops." Kael followed her gaze. Beyond the village, the fields swayed violently under the onslaught of wind and rain. Fayola was already moving. Together, they worked quickly, covering her more fragile plants with protective cloths and weights, securing what they could against the elements. The rain soaked through their fur, mud clinging to their legs, but they pressed on, driven by urgency. Only when the wind became too strong, threatening to knock them off their feet, did they retreat inside, breathless and dripping. Kael raked a hand through his soaked fur. "Well, that was fun." Fayola huffed, shaking water from her ears. "Your definition of fun needs work." A smirk tugged at his lips. She sighed, padding toward the kitchen. "I'll get towels. You start the fire." Minutes later, with dry cloth wrapped around his shoulders and a warm meal in front of him, Kael felt the tension in his muscles ease. Fayola sat across from him, fur still slightly damp, eyes flicking toward the window where the rain continued to pour. "It’ll pass soon," she murmured, as much to herself as to him. He nodded, watching her. There was something about the way she sat - alert but calm, worry kept carefully beneath the surface. She cared. About this place, about the crops, about the people who depended on them. Kael looked away, stirring his food absently. It wasn’t his home. But for the first time in a long while, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to leave. By morning, the storm had passed, leaving behind a sky so clear it was as if the night before had been a dream. Kael and Fayola were out at first light, checking the crops, the village, her garden. Amazingly, there was no real damage. The fields were intact, the village untouched. Fayola exhaled in relief. "We got lucky." Kael smiled. "I think your plants are tougher than they look." She gave him a look but didn’t argue, brushing past him as she moved toward a row of blossoms. Several times that morning, she nudged against his leg; a soft, familiar gesture. Without thinking, he reached down, scratching behind her ears, running his fingers through her fur. She purred. Kael chuckled. "You know, you keep saying lions don’t do that." Fayola flicked her tail. "I don’t know what you’re talking about." That evening, as they prepared for sleep, Kael leaned down and whispered in the lioness' ear. An idea, a suggestion, just a thought, for something they could do together tomorrow at Fayola's favorite warm rocks. Something other than nap and catch the sun. Something neither of them would ever forget.
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Under Savannah Skies (Part 2) Story "The clouds are pretty today," Kael murmured, voice thick with sleep. His eyes remained half-closed, watching the slow drift of white against the vast blue sky. Fayola didn’t answer. He glanced down to find her already asleep, the lioness curled against him, her chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. A quiet smile tugged at his lips. She trusted him. Enough to doze off beside him here, on the sun-warmed rocks, miles from the village. Careful not to disturb her, Kael wrapped one arm around her shoulders in a loose, protective embrace, and soon, he too drifted into sleep. Weeks ago, he'd planned only to stop for a few days, resting his feet and refilling his supplies before moving on. The lions had been welcoming, directing him to one of the village's spare guest homes - a simple but comfortable dwelling of wood and packed earth. It was more than he needed, and after weeks of roughing it on the road, he'd been grateful. He hadn’t expected to stay this long. And he hadn’t expected Fayola. She had caught his attention on his second day, crouched in her garden, patiently tending to the blossoms and shrubs that thrived under her care. It was a splash of life against the dry, golden expanse of the savannah, an oasis of color and scent. At first, she had barely acknowledged him beyond the polite greetings shared by all in the village. But when he approached her with a question (how did she manage to coax such green abundance from the arid soil?) something shifted. She'd studied him for a moment, as if weighing whether he truly cared about the answer, and when she spoke, it was with quiet enthusiasm, explaining the intricacies of soil enrichment, shade management, and watering cycles. From that moment on, they were nearly inseparable. Kael helped in her garden when he wasn't off hiking the ridges or photographing the wildlife, and Fayola, when she could step away from her work, followed him on his explorations. She was clever, with a humor that slipped into conversation when least expected. Beneath her composed exterior was a streak of playfulness she rarely showed in the village. Kael liked that about her. Liked the way she nudged at his ribs with a paw when he teased her, the way her tail flicked against his leg when she thought he wasn’t paying attention. And that, he realized, was becoming a problem. He wasn’t meant to stay. The thought gnawed at him as the weeks passed, as he moved out of the guest house and into Fayola’s spare room, as they settled into an easy routine of shared meals and long conversations. He should have been planning his next move. Instead, he found himself looking forward to the mornings when she stretched out beside him in the sun, or the nights when they sat outside, watching the stars. He told himself it was temporary. But the way he caught himself watching her, when she was laughing, when she was focused on her work, when she was simply there, made him question just how temporary it really was. A sudden gust of wind ruffled Kael’s fur, pulling him from his thoughts. He cracked one eye open. The sky had changed; clouds had thickened, darkened, swallowing the sun. Fayola stirred against him, lifting her head. "That’s not good," she murmured. Kael sat up. "You get storms like this often?" "Not often," she said, gaze scanning the horizon, "but when they come, they come fast." Already, the wind had picked up, rippling through the grass, bending the acacia trees in the distance. A low rumble of thunder rolled through the air. Fayola was on her feet in an instant. "We should get back." Kael didn't argue. The walk turned into a jog as the first droplets of rain spattered against them, quickly growing into a heavy downpour. The wind lashed through the plains, bending trees, sending leaves and dust whipping through the air. By the time they reached the village, the storm was in full force. Rain hammered against rooftops, water pooling in the dirt paths between houses. Lightning flashed, illuminating the sky in stark white, followed by a clap of thunder that rattled through Kael’s chest. They had barely made it to Fayola’s garden when she let out a sharp breath. "The crops." Kael followed her gaze. Beyond the village, the fields swayed violently under the onslaught of wind and rain. Fayola was already moving. Together, they worked quickly, covering her more fragile plants with protective cloths and weights, securing what they could against the elements. The rain soaked through their fur, mud clinging to their legs, but they pressed on, driven by urgency. Only when the wind became too strong, threatening to knock them off their feet, did they retreat inside, breathless and dripping. Kael raked a hand through his soaked fur. "Well, that was fun." Fayola huffed, shaking water from her ears. "Your definition of fun needs work." A smirk tugged at his lips. She sighed, padding toward the kitchen. "I'll get towels. You start the fire." Minutes later, with dry cloth wrapped around his shoulders and a warm meal in front of him, Kael felt the tension in his muscles ease. Fayola sat across from him, fur still slightly damp, eyes flicking toward the window where the rain continued to pour. "It’ll pass soon," she murmured, as much to herself as to him. He nodded, watching her. There was something about the way she sat - alert but calm, worry kept carefully beneath the surface. She cared. About this place, about the crops, about the people who depended on them. Kael looked away, stirring his food absently. It wasn’t his home. But for the first time in a long while, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to leave. By morning, the storm had passed, leaving behind a sky so clear it was as if the night before had been a dream. Kael and Fayola were out at first light, checking the crops, the village, her garden. Amazingly, there was no real damage. The fields were intact, the village untouched. Fayola exhaled in relief. "We got lucky." Kael smiled. "I think your plants are tougher than they look." She gave him a look but didn’t argue, brushing past him as she moved toward a row of blossoms. Several times that morning, she nudged against his leg; a soft, familiar gesture. Without thinking, he reached down, scratching behind her ears, running his fingers through her fur. She purred. Kael chuckled. "You know, you keep saying lions don’t do that." Fayola flicked her tail. "I don’t know what you’re talking about." That evening, as they prepared for sleep, Kael leaned down and whispered in the lioness' ear. An idea, a suggestion, just a thought, for something they could do together tomorrow at Fayola's favorite warm rocks. Something other than nap and catch the sun. Something neither of them would ever forget.
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Under Savannah Skies (Part 1) Story "The clouds are pretty today," Kael murmured, voice thick with sleep. His eyes remained half-closed, watching the slow drift of white against the vast blue sky. Fayola didn’t answer. He glanced down to find her already asleep, the lioness curled against him, her chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. A quiet smile tugged at his lips. She trusted him. Enough to doze off beside him here, on the sun-warmed rocks, miles from the village. Careful not to disturb her, Kael wrapped one arm around her shoulders in a loose, protective embrace, and soon, he too drifted into sleep. Weeks ago, he'd planned only to stop for a few days, resting his feet and refilling his supplies before moving on. The lions had been welcoming, directing him to one of the village's spare guest homes - a simple but comfortable dwelling of wood and packed earth. It was more than he needed, and after weeks of roughing it on the road, he'd been grateful. He hadn’t expected to stay this long. And he hadn’t expected Fayola. She had caught his attention on his second day, crouched in her garden, patiently tending to the blossoms and shrubs that thrived under her care. It was a splash of life against the dry, golden expanse of the savannah, an oasis of color and scent. At first, she had barely acknowledged him beyond the polite greetings shared by all in the village. But when he approached her with a question (how did she manage to coax such green abundance from the arid soil?) something shifted. She'd studied him for a moment, as if weighing whether he truly cared about the answer, and when she spoke, it was with quiet enthusiasm, explaining the intricacies of soil enrichment, shade management, and watering cycles. From that moment on, they were nearly inseparable. Kael helped in her garden when he wasn't off hiking the ridges or photographing the wildlife, and Fayola, when she could step away from her work, followed him on his explorations. She was clever, with a humor that slipped into conversation when least expected. Beneath her composed exterior was a streak of playfulness she rarely showed in the village. Kael liked that about her. Liked the way she nudged at his ribs with a paw when he teased her, the way her tail flicked against his leg when she thought he wasn’t paying attention. And that, he realized, was becoming a problem. He wasn’t meant to stay. The thought gnawed at him as the weeks passed, as he moved out of the guest house and into Fayola’s spare room, as they settled into an easy routine of shared meals and long conversations. He should have been planning his next move. Instead, he found himself looking forward to the mornings when she stretched out beside him in the sun, or the nights when they sat outside, watching the stars. He told himself it was temporary. But the way he caught himself watching her, when she was laughing, when she was focused on her work, when she was simply there, made him question just how temporary it really was. A sudden gust of wind ruffled Kael’s fur, pulling him from his thoughts. He cracked one eye open. The sky had changed; clouds had thickened, darkened, swallowing the sun. Fayola stirred against him, lifting her head. "That’s not good," she murmured. Kael sat up. "You get storms like this often?" "Not often," she said, gaze scanning the horizon, "but when they come, they come fast." Already, the wind had picked up, rippling through the grass, bending the acacia trees in the distance. A low rumble of thunder rolled through the air. Fayola was on her feet in an instant. "We should get back." Kael didn't argue. The walk turned into a jog as the first droplets of rain spattered against them, quickly growing into a heavy downpour. The wind lashed through the plains, bending trees, sending leaves and dust whipping through the air. By the time they reached the village, the storm was in full force. Rain hammered against rooftops, water pooling in the dirt paths between houses. Lightning flashed, illuminating the sky in stark white, followed by a clap of thunder that rattled through Kael’s chest. They had barely made it to Fayola’s garden when she let out a sharp breath. "The crops." Kael followed her gaze. Beyond the village, the fields swayed violently under the onslaught of wind and rain. Fayola was already moving. Together, they worked quickly, covering her more fragile plants with protective cloths and weights, securing what they could against the elements. The rain soaked through their fur, mud clinging to their legs, but they pressed on, driven by urgency. Only when the wind became too strong, threatening to knock them off their feet, did they retreat inside, breathless and dripping. Kael raked a hand through his soaked fur. "Well, that was fun." Fayola huffed, shaking water from her ears. "Your definition of fun needs work." A smirk tugged at his lips. She sighed, padding toward the kitchen. "I'll get towels. You start the fire." Minutes later, with dry cloth wrapped around his shoulders and a warm meal in front of him, Kael felt the tension in his muscles ease. Fayola sat across from him, fur still slightly damp, eyes flicking toward the window where the rain continued to pour. "It’ll pass soon," she murmured, as much to herself as to him. He nodded, watching her. There was something about the way she sat - alert but calm, worry kept carefully beneath the surface. She cared. About this place, about the crops, about the people who depended on them. Kael looked away, stirring his food absently. It wasn’t his home. But for the first time in a long while, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to leave. By morning, the storm had passed, leaving behind a sky so clear it was as if the night before had been a dream. Kael and Fayola were out at first light, checking the crops, the village, her garden. Amazingly, there was no real damage. The fields were intact, the village untouched. Fayola exhaled in relief. "We got lucky." Kael smiled. "I think your plants are tougher than they look." She gave him a look but didn’t argue, brushing past him as she moved toward a row of blossoms. Several times that morning, she nudged against his leg; a soft, familiar gesture. Without thinking, he reached down, scratching behind her ears, running his fingers through her fur. She purred. Kael chuckled. "You know, you keep saying lions don’t do that." Fayola flicked her tail. "I don’t know what you’re talking about." That evening, as they prepared for sleep, Kael leaned down and whispered in the lioness' ear. An idea, a suggestion, just a thought, for something they could do together tomorrow at Fayola's favorite warm rocks. Something other than nap and catch the sun. Something neither of them would ever forget.
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Slit day commission from voidtails voidtails featuring Ixen! Or as I like to call it, Ixen's annual slit docking! I've been very much looking forward to uploading this for a good long while. As always, I hope others enjoy it!
story
Within a smaller world across the multiverse, a kobold looking reptile and a smaller blue rabbit relaxed against some rocks on a secluded beach. The area was completely isolated, save for the occasional bird or crab, leaving the pair completely alone as they relaxed while listening to the waves crash against the sandy shore. The natural beach was almost picturesque, as the quiet ambiance and peaceful sea breeze left them completely out of touch with any potential danger that might come.
The larger one of the two, the reptile, with a large, rounded belly and thick legs, rested on his back. His legs spread out and the massive tail was spread lazily out over the stone, as his soft, burgundy scales rubbed against the surface of the rock. The large, rounded frame, soft to the touch, was broken up by the gem affixed to his chest, that shined in the soft morning glow of the light in the sky. Despite his large, overweight frame, the reptile was no taller than your average table, his small stature and fat body making him look the part of a stout kobold.
“Haaah, when was the last time we just enjoyed the cool ocean breeze early in the morning like this?”
Upon asking the question, the smaller rabbit next to him opened her mouth. High pitched and feminine, she was curled up in a ball next to him. Her arms were much smaller, with larger paws and a wider lower frame. Light blue fur coated her body while she rested against an ever lighter tone ball of fur that served as her tail. Tucked away just below the reptile's arm, she scoffed before letting out a long, drawn out yawn.
“We haven’t come because I hate sand...it sucks getting out of fur. The ocean is nice, but I don’t want to be near the beach…”
At that, the reptile laughed lightly before gently petting her on the head and closing his eyes to take in the ambient sound. The smaller rabbit followed suit, with the pair naturally drifting off to sleep without a care in the world.
“It’ll be ok. We can just get the familiars to remove the sand. Once we finish and are ready to leave, right?”
The rabbit let out another sigh at this, though one built more from acknowledgement rather than disappointment or disapproval. She waved her paw in the air a bit as a few spheres of light appeared, tending to the pair by creating soft air gusts and cleaning them off any excess sand that stuck to their frames.
“Sigh, I suppose, well…just one advantage of being a mage.”
“I’ll say…those little lights you two can make’r quite good!”
The sudden intrusion of a new voice caused the pair to suddenly wake up, moving as quickly as they could to shift themselves into a better position. Next to them, the towering shark, with a muscular frame and a massive sword sat, watching the two move to ready themselves, all while smiling at the time it took for the reptile in question to pull himself up off the ground. The sight caused him to laugh, as a wide, toothy grin crossed his face in an almost sadistic pleasure as he marveled at how the miniature reptile's fat belly shifted around in such a soft and bouncy manner. He was much taller than the pair, easily being almost twice the height of the reptile he eyed, making him loom over the pair of mages like a predator looking down at them like he would prey.
“Glad to see working out is still on your list of no’s! How are you doing, little kobold! Oh, or should I say Ixen and Yori…? Been awhile, hasn’t it, loves?”
“Shit! Ixen that’s…um…uuuh…Who are you?”
The rabbit began to relax again as she realized that the shark was still sitting down, with no intention to attack or take the pair by surprise. The reptile next to her, Ixen, did much the same, though the sand pushing into the groves of his scales began to make his feet itch a bit.
Despite his apparent positive demeanor at the start, the smaller blue bunny left the shark frowning as he realized how quickly they both forgot about him. He slowly pulled himself up, causing the pair to ready themselves once more as they witnessed just how tall he was compared to the two.
“Oi, come on now. Surely you haven’t forgotten me? Ixen and Yori! I’m Haibei! Remember?”
Ixen began thinking to himself, along with Yori, trying to dig up everything they could from their world hopping, before each looked at the other and shook their heads with a shrug. Neither could remember at all, leading to the shark to only grow more annoyed as he barely managed to count as a footnote for the two despite what happened.
“Oh come on! Was I really that forgettable…? I need to make myself stand out more. Oh well, not all of us can be a famous evil general traveling with his cute, quick witted and intelligent wife. You got too long of a title, and I don’t feel like repeating it, general of the ebony flames?”
The words caused both to immediately strengthen their guard, with Ixen’s mood going down considerably as he heard his old title get quoted and used against him. Whenever it was used, it only meant one thing.
“So…a bounty hunter then? You and I have…met before? Gonna have to remind me, since I don’t really remember any of you that try to come after me and Yori.”
Haibei groaned, the sound of his annoyance coming in clear through his throat as he began to walk towards the hill in the back. Closer to a grassy area with some trees, before beckoning the pair to follow him along. Ixen and Yori reluctantly agreed, with Yori staying behind Ixen as the two began to follow, believing it to not be a trap.
“How can I make you remember me…? Hmm…you had a great slit for a guy. Mage pussy feels amazing, male or female. Why I love you reptilian mages compared to mammalian ones. Though you still are just a little kobold to me…oh well. Honestly, ever since last time, I’ve wanted an actual fight with you. Finally get a chance now in this open area. No shed to keep you contained and shit.”
The words alone began to annoy both Ixen and Yori, be it for Ixen’s slit to be called a “pussy” once more or with Yori, calling mammalian mages less desirable. The two were already beginning to hate him, but the words still rang no bells for either. Yori was all too used to being both literally and figuratively looked down on, and Ixen dealt with insults like that on a regular basis.
“So what? You just want to…fight me? With a big sword? You realize that you’ll never be able to beat a mage right? And you know at least…a bit about who I am. So surely you know I’m a former king, evil general and all that? You really want to throw away your dignity just to get beaten up by a superior mage?”
Haibei laughed loudly, stopping as he turned towards the two and motioned for them to stop as well. His face was left with a wide smile once more, one that was beginning to piss off the mages as they found themselves constantly locking eyes with it.
“Ya said something similar to that last time, only to end on a table getting fucked like a bitch. I just assumed it to be because you were at a disadvantage last time with how small the shack was, so I want to see if that was the case, or you’re just a guy who leads behind the safety of his subjects…”
He brandishes his blade, preparing a battle stance, as Ixen lets out a sigh. He pulses a few sparks of mana in his palms as Yori makes her way towards a nearby tree, staying out of the men’s fight, but close by just in case something were to happen. Who that guy was began to race through Yori’s mind, trying to think of who they were, as the two prepared to square off. Yori was fine with only half focusing on the fight, especially since against a single warrior, Ixen would be perfectly fine, his penchant for losing be damned.
Ixen however, unfazed, finally began to talk back to him, as the two prepared to start, replying to him while Yori found a spot underneath a tree to watch from the side.
“You warriors all think that the strongest of you idiots has to lead on the frontline like that. It is another reason why we mages are better than you. Tactically speaking, it only makes sense to make sure the leader is safe.”
“Hehe, kobold speak if I ever heard it! Come on, little kobold king, show me how “superior” your magic is then! Hahaha! Let’s DUEL!”
Immediately, Haibei rushed Ixen, brandishing the massive sword across his body as he used it to block and retaliation from Ixen. Ixen however, quickly vanished into a mass of fire, teleporting a short range away before sending out a wave of fiery disks towards the sharkman! However, with a glow from a gem on his shoulder, the disks vanished once they got near him, dissipating into a few strands of fire. The sight took Ixen a bit by surprise, while Yori muttered to herself about shoulder mounted gems that canceled out nearby mana as being quite familiar to her.
“Come now, you already know weak little spells like that won’t work on me!”
Haibei begins weaving forward, dashing in with surprising speed as he closes in on Ixen, who immediately raises an arm to create flame tendrils on the ground. The shark runs into them, slashing away at a few, only for most to make it through his defenses. However the moment they got close, the tendrils dissipated, leaving him to laugh again before taunting Ixen to try something stronger.
The comment only annoyed Ixen, who had been fighting more conservatively, making sure not to use too much mana if the fight went south. But it was clear that weaker spells would be unable to make it through, leaving him even more annoyed.
“Using something that cancels out my spells is cheating!”
Haibei smirked before pulling his blade back, ready to move in again. He was clearly a lot more mobile than Ixen, and if he could force him to continue with the teleport, he should be able to make him run out of mana by using such an expensive spell.
“The kobold continues to whine about the same thing he whined about last time, eh? You little lizards just never seem to learn!”
“I. Am. Not. A. KOBOLD!!!”
Ixen yelled back as he rose up both of his arms, before generating a massive amount of mana overhead. Lightning bolts formed in the sky above, as the sharkman finally closed the distance! Before he could do anything though, the bolt of lightning crashed down to the ground, shattering the surrounding earth around the pair, with Ixen holding his ground, forced to close his eyes from the intensity of the spell.
“Haha! See?! Stupid shark. This is why you non mage bastards shouldn’t go messing with-”
“-you mages always leave yourselves open…”
Ixen was cut off as a hand reached out from the smoke, directly towards the gem on his cloak. He pulled back before it could reach, managing to avoid it being torn off, only for the shark to rush in with the weapon and deliver a large, downward slash directly towards Ixen’s skull! With a shattering intensity, the attack connected, causing the barrier around Ixen to spasm from the deathblow, before Haibei grabbed Ixen’s arm, pulling him in and slashing at his stomach, knocking him away once more as Ixen hit the ground with the barrier blocking the attack once more.
“My thoughts? You mages and your shields. Can’t handle a real fight so you rely on some fancy gimmicks to keep yourselves in it. None of my business though I guess. Ready to fight for real?”
Ixen pulled himself up off the ground, struggling to get up with the same speed and efficiency as Haibei was able to, but with the difference in body frames and physical strength, it was clearly much harder for Ixen to do. Still, he pulled himself up nonetheless, checking the shield value left, as it came up as a large zero percent. Taken aback at how a pair of weapon attacks could break through it so quickly, Haibei, seeing his surprise, motioned to his blade.
“The blade is made from a metal designed to cut through your silly shield magic and spells. Nothin wrong with your silly barrier. If it wasn’t for that, it probably wouldn’t even drop below 90% charge.”
It was clear now that Haibei knew more than he was letting on, completely decked out in a lot of equipment designed to stop mages. Either he was designed to deal with mages, or he had equipment made to stop Ixen specifically. Regardless of the reason, Ixen only growled once he was fully up, staring daggers at him before getting ready to fight again.
By this point, Yori herself was up, her concern growing for how the fight was playing out. Haibei, whomever he was, clearly was using items that put him at an unfair advantage. Naturally the only way some warrior would have ever stood a change in her eyes. But reason for it aside, it was clear that she needed to step in soon, less something happen. Haibei himself took a cursory glance over, sniffing the air as he noticed Yori’s position shift.
“(Again? Hm…she stopped me from grabbing him last time as well…) Ready to continue little kobold? I could grab ya while down, but I actually have etiquette!”
Ixen muttered to himself, not bothering to join in on the insults. He quickly snapped his claws together, as streams of fire wrapped around him, before pulling away and forming a group of 5 clones. The act caused Haibei to look on while smiling, impressed by the sight of it. As he complimented them, they all smiled, as a bevy of spells from each one began assaulting him, forcing the shark on the defensive, as rays of fire and lightning surrounded him, putting him on the immediate back foot.
“Now how do you feel? Just because you can negate mana based attacks doesn’t mean I can’t just overpower your stupid gems!”
The act made Haibei smile, despite how correct Ixen was. The gems began to crack, unable to withstand the level of power and constant barrages he was being battered with, while Ixen ran back, hiding amongst the clones and putting himself at a safe distance away once more.
As he did, the same smile stayed plastered across the sharks face, despite Ixen now being at an immediate advantage, as the gems broke down, shattering one after the other as they were quickly overwhelmed, leaving him only with his sword, that was thankfully still able to at least block the attacks, Haibei began sniffing the air furiously, while keeping his feet as planted as possible.
“That’s a neat trick you got there, kobold. Very kobold behavior of ya! Though…clearly you haven’t fought a shark before if you think this would work on me!”
All the copies laughed at the claim, looking down at the shark as he quickly began to tire from constantly needing to guard, as a few stray hits connected with his body. Even despite taking a bit of damage and being put on the defensive, his smile never wavered, as he continued to take in the air around him. Meanwhile, Ixen, hiding out from farther away after teleporting to a safe distance, controlled the clones to all speak at once,
“Sounds like you’re just mad that all your stupid and cheap anti-magic bullshit is useless against a powerful mage like me! Haha! Give up, non mage? I can stop before you lose your dignity.”
As Ixen berated him, Yori watched, internally glad Ixen was winning. But she quickly lost herself as she finally got a clue off, finally remembering the shark from the shed nearly a year ago. As she did, she quickly pulled herself up and warped towards Ixen, whom she identified almost immediately as the mana hiding behind a nearby rock. Ixen was tucked behind it, healing himself a bit as he was quickly running through ideas on how to beat him. As Yori popped in, he flinched, but stayed where he was once he realized it was Yori.
“Yori? What are you doing? It’s dangerous!”
“I’m gonna just ignore that comment about it being too dangerous for me this time around. I’m here to tell you to stop holding back and kill that guy. I remember him now. He was the one that attacked us in that world with the weird straw roofs and half human, half plant things. In the shack, remember?”
The comment finally jogged Ixen’s memories, now being reminded of who this Haibei was. The memory of what happened last time fueled an increased hatred in him, as he pumped more mana into the clones from afar, increasing the intensity. The act of it didn’t go unnoticed by the shark still blocking the attacks, as the smile faded once he realized that Ixen was now trying to kill him.
“Remember who I was now…didja? It was fun while I got to mess around at least. Very well…! Like I said, these clones are a neat trick, very kobold of ya to send them out then hide like a little coward. Against most, this would probably work…but for me…”
His gaze shifted towards the rock that Ixen and Yori were behind, and with it, he immediately shot forward, dashing towards it while dodging the onslaught of fire and lasers that were being fired at him!
With one single brandishing of his blade, he leapt over the sea stone causing Ixen and Yori to look on in shock, before landing and quickly pivoting around to grab Ixen by the neck slamming him against the rock and rather than use the sword, punching him across the snout as he hit the rock again. Without a shield, blood began to drip out from his snout, and without being able to focus on the clones, the 4 he summoned vanished in a flash of embers.
“Yer summons smell like cinders. Nothing like you do. Ya smell like a reptile. Kobold. Weak. Dunno what they see in you yet, but that ain’t my job I guess.”
He immediately hit Ixen in the stomach with the hilt of his blade, making him fall to the ground before dragging him by the tail closer to the beach. As he did so, Yori yelled at him, before finally joining in, but before she could get a spell off, Haibei quickly took a glowing bolas from around his waist and threw it at Yori!
“Not this time little rabbit!”
The bolas wrapped around her body, pulling her arms in causing her to fall to the ground. The glowing orbs were the same crystals used on the pauldrons before, preventing Yori from using any magic to escape them. Without being able to move or use any magic, Yori did her best to get up, hopping towards the shark, who simply kicked her away with ease, the blow hitting her directly due to the barrier from her gem being deactivated thanks to the gemstones on the bolas. The action only angered Ixen, as he tried to get up, but a swift kick to the face put him back on the ground once again.
“You two…once you both lack any magic, you’re as threatening as children. Though I guess that’s just how you mages are…I suppose. Well anyway. No rabbit to interrupt, and I’ve been wanting to fuck that slit of yours all this time. I miss how it felt around my dicks before.”
Ixen groaned as the rocks in the sand cut into his soft scales, trying his best to get up and fight back, only to be physically beaten back to the ground once more, the warrior being far too strong and imposing to really stand a chance against with his softer claws and weaker frame.
Once they were far enough towards the shore, Haibei thrust his blade into the ground, before slamming Ixen against it. Taking a bit of rope from around his tail, he proceeded to tie the garnet dragon's arms back, while making sure to bind his mouth just for safety. Once done with the tedium, with a leg lifted up and over the side, Ixen’s slit was now unguarded and easy to access. Saving the effort of taking off the net around his own cock slit, Haibei looked down at Ixen’s beaten form, as the sight of the former noble and evil general was left speechless as he was left helpless to stop the shark from using him.
“Ahh, haha. Gotta admit, little is better in the world than putting a king and cocky little fat bastard like you in his place. How’s it feel to lose again?”
“H-how…d-do…you know? If all that…?”
Haibei smiled, the toothy grin across his face once more as he replied, with a simple claim that he would let him know once they were back. But he wanted to get a private session again with Ixen, before they returned. Lining up his twin rods like before, the natural lube that exists within his own chamber helped to push them both in, as the room within Ixen’s own cockslit was far more spacious than one would give it credit for.
“Ya take dick like a whore. Haha, hard to believe you have a wife with how well you take it.”
Ixen could only stammer out a weak and simple “shut up” as he was violated, the size of both dicks, while smaller on average, added up to being far larger than most when accounted for at the same time. Ixen, much to this dismay, was more than a little used to the feeling of a male plowing his front hole and turning him into a cocksleeve. As much as he groaned and tried to resist, the part of him that found perverse arousal from being dominated crept in, causing him to swear under his breath as it only made him come off as that much more of a sub than he actually was.
As Haibei continued, the walls surrounding the inside almost accepted the intrusion, tightening around the shark's twin rods and pulling him in while attempting to suck him dry. Ixen himself said nothing as Haibei used him, using his own custom blade to hold himself up while ravaging the former king.
The sound of light whimpers escaped Ixen’s bound maw as he just let it happen, unable to move, but far too aroused to even bother to stop it. Despite still being able to use magic to escape, Ixen did little to stop the act. Realizing he all but quit resisting, Haibei continued on, thrusting into him in a more set rhythm now, as the twin rods stretched out Ixen’s slit and wrapped around his length from inside. With a low growl escaping his throat, the sharkman began to relax, realizing that Ixen by this point no longer had much will to resist.
“Hrah…haha. I liked ya more when you mouthed off. It’s a bit less fun when you just take it. Ah well…”
Ixen stayed quiet, the drive to even respond back being all but gone, as the pain of being used without a shield shot through him. Not only was the pain of being beaten so easily by a fighter already putting his mood down, but the fact that he knew he enjoyed the fact that he was being so thoroughly dominated by a guy as big and strong as he was only made it even worse.
Silently cursing his enjoyment of it, Haibei continued to thrust into him, rubbing both his rods against the walls of his slit and forcing out a moan of pleasure from the former noble that was currently being turned into the sharkman’s own personal sleeve.
“Nothing at all to say? Just…haaa…whimpering and taking it, huh? More used to it than I anticipated then. You stretched out quite well!”
Every comment felt like a spike through the heart, as Ixen’s constant need to prove himself as a dom to others gets undercut the moment they realize he’s just as much of a sub to guys like Haibei. And in the back recesses of his mind, the idea of losing to him over and over again, if it meant getting ravaged in such a way, may not be so bad…
The thought was cut short however, as the sharkman leaned down, gripping the blade hilt harder, knowing that doing so to Ixen himself might just kill him. He pulled it forward, leaning down into him so as to get as deep as possible, before pumping out a thick stream of cum into his slit, claiming the evil general, at least for the current moment.
“Haah…finally. Being able to finish in peace…haah…god you nobles make for the best cock sleeves. Mages as well. Together…well…hah no matter. It’s time. I’ll clean up. Normally I’d make that mouth of yours do it, little kobold king, but we’re in a rush. I best not leave the little rabbit alone for long.”
With that, Haibei quickly redid the ropes around Ixen’s arms, tying them in a way that would allow him to drag Ixen back across the beach. Thinking to himself that he should hurry back, he grabbed his blade before finally making the short trip back towards the rock that Yori was left at.
Meanwhile…
Back near the grassy shoreline, Yori was busy leaning against the rock as she pushed her body up against the boulder, rubbing at the bindings of the crystals in an attempt to dislodge them. Grunting and complaining the entire time during it, Yori still proceeded despite the pain in her chest from being kicked before. However the thought of Ixen, both how hot it would be to watch him get railed, but also the danger they could both be in, gave her the energy needed to push past the pain.
“S-stupid…non mage…and his…s-stupid rope! Dammit, this hurts...Ixen…”
Yori stopped as she noticed herself muttering his name inadvertently, even though he no doubt was currently being violated by that shark from earlier. Cursing herself for becoming so overly reliant on someone else for rescue, she shook her head and went back to getting out on her own. Focusing back on the task at hand, she managed to eventually weaken a bind just enough to force one of the stones out before quickly shifting towards the next. However with how long it took to do, she would likely not have much time until Haibei showed back up, thus accepting that she may only get two of the three loose. Regardless, that hopefully would be enough.
True to her timing, once she got the second stone free, Yori quickly made herself look as helpless as before, where not long after, the sharkman made his way over, dragging a mentally drained Ixen, with cum dripping out of his slit. He had little to no expression in his gaze, almost as if accepting of the fate that had befallen himself and Yori. Whatever fight was there, no doubt was plowed out of him by the end.
“Good! Right where I left you. Come along rabbit, I have a gate back to where I am from a little ways down. Need to get you both there, since they were non to happy about not having you last time.”
Yori said nothing as he fashioned the rope around Ixen to drag Yori along as well, leaving the two behind him as he proceeded to walk. Now back together again, Yori did what she could to get Ixen’s attention, something that proved harder than expected given how thoroughly Haibei destroyed his confidence. With a few nudges and quiet calling to his name, Ixen stirred, looking over at Yori with a half lidded gaze.
“Sorry…I didn’t…want our time together…to end like this…”
“Why are you being so defeatist? We haven’t been caught yet. Look…”
Yori moved a bit, showing the single gem on the bolas left. The sight of it took a bit for it to register to the dragon, but once it did, his expression lit up and the previously sapped drive to fight back returned alongside it. With a quick, but quiet acknowledgement, Ixen began overcharging the gem, eventually causing it to break, giving Ixen and Yori both access to their magic once more.
Without wasting a second, Yori moves in to lean against Ixen, who immediately teleported away, taking the risk of doing so without a beacon to target being better than just waiting for whatever the shark was planning to do to them.
Once gone, Haibei continued to talk, momentarily unaware that the two were no longer there. Dragging the ropes along for a brief moment, as he began to talk to the pair that had teleported away.
“...well anyway. I never got a chance to explain, but now that I’ve gotcha both and I’m plenty satisfied, I can mention that I’m here ta retrieve you. The ones I work for were interested in having…you…two…did you both get lighter?”
Haibei pulled the rope forward, spotting that the pair were now gone. With a scream and a yell so loud that it caused birds in the area to fly away in terror, Ixen and Yori landed back where they were, albeit with a very rough landing, being a bit too high off the ground and falling down.
With a long groan of pain, the reminder of how physically weak they were without their shields, Ixen and Yori were quick to create a new portal, leaving immediately before Haibei could rush back to capture them again!
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Back in a new world once more, Ixen and Yori found themselves much worse for wear this time around, quietly contemplating on exactly all that transpired. The pair laid out in the forest they opened a gate to, with Yori resting against Ixen’s belly and leg. The garnet dragon petted her slowly, eventually opening his mouth in order to break the silence.
“Thanks…your quick thinking saved us there…again…ha…”
This time around however, Yori shook her head, denying the claim of heroism that Ixen reluctantly brought up. She cited that the only reason they could get away was thanks to Ixen being able to break the stone. If it were not for him, then they wouldn’t be able to teleport away either. To her, the one to save them both was Ixen, not the other way around. Still, Ixen found himself reluctant to fully agree to the sentiment, leading to Yori ultimately just deciding to meet in the middle.
“Let’s just agree to disagree. Besides, you look like you got your ass kicked by a sexy shark man. Goodness, you make me work way too hard protecting your useless ass.”
Ixen laughed at the sudden tonal shift in her voice and demeanor, the kind side almost being taken away abruptly as Ixen obeyed, laying back as Yori created a green circle spell around him and began to heal Ixen.
“I’m useless? Oh, and what happened to the “we got away thanks to each other,” huh? Last I checked, I had a full fight with him, while you were taken out by three rocks and a piece of rope!”
“What?! Well maybe I WON’T heal you! Stupid fat fuck! I wish I got to see him slit fuck you again like last time. Would have been nice seeing him put you down where you belong!”
At this, Ixen smiled before pulling Yori in, a grin across his face made it clear what would happen after he was up and ready again. Despite his interest in subbing to larger guys being ever present, he always appreciated Yori’s presence reaffirming how much he preferred topping others.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to give you a very thorough recreation of it. Stupid little wimp. Afterall, a King needs to remind his queen just who’s in charge here.”
With that, the two once more pushed the shark out of their minds, as they each prepared to head out once more soon, though only after the villains had their time together…
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In another world however, Haibei was resting at a table, drinking something from a glass as a few robed figures talked to him, accompanied by another mage, wearing a long, flowing robe. The mage there resembled a well built, anthropomorphic wolf. A large and bushy tail came out freely from the back, moving of its own volition as he sat across from Haibei himself. The shark looked less than pleased, his regular smile being a threatening scowl as he looked over everyone present, his dislike for mammals almost palpable in the air around them.
“…Yeah but I still caught them both! I won both times, they just-”
“-They also got away from you. Both times. It’s clear to us that sending a “warrior” might have been a poor decision when deciding to catch mages. Least of all, one who keeps messing up because of his libido.”
The sudden cut off only served to annoy Haibei even more, as his grip around the cup tightened, with the muscles and strength from him causing it to crack slightly. He stopped once the sound of it reached his ears, taking a breath before continuing and moving his hand away from the drink.
“So what? You’re sending him instead? Altema? Really? That stupid puzzle game obsessed mutt who likes multicolored slime balls?”
The mage in question scoffed, shrugging off the insult and putting Haibei down, reminding him that both failures were because he was way too obsessed with having sex with the red reptile, rather than just beating them both and bringing them back on the spot. With a small wave of his hand, he dismissed the shark completely, in a way similar to the way mages typically looked down on inferior warrior types.
“I’m not as promiscuous as you are Haibei. I know how to get work done. And like you should know, the best way to deal with a mage is with another mage. Leaving it to non mages like you clearly didn’t cut it. Don’t worry, sharky, I’ll take good care of them both…you need not worry, this will be over quickly.”
With that, he vanished in a veil of black energy, laughing as he prepared to set up his trap for the two. Haibei himself was dismissed after being informed that he would likely no longer be assigned to deal with the pair any longer. With that, they left, leaving the sharkman to slam his drink on the table, before wishing the pair good luck in dealing with an even stronger opponent than he was.
“Good luck, little nobles. Altema is no joke. But…hm…they can beat him. Hrah…I was gonna use the money to replace the mana gems…”[/story] 
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This one was fun to write. Inspired entirely by the image attached made by Haychel (seriously dude! it turned out awesome! thank you again!) This Story features Dawn and two of his classmates out on a routine class assignment from the Stormfighter Academy where Dawn is learning and training to do what will be, one day, his future job. The Assignment goes ary when after a routine storm clearing, a Elemental Titan shows up and threatens the village they are protecting. How do the Trio fare? Well you'll need to read to find out! (STORY) A Point In The Storm A Point In The Storm Three dragons were walking down the streets of the humble fishing village laden with baggage, heading back to their temporary accommodations here as students of the stormfighter academy doing some practical fieldwork. This was a common practice of the academy, to send small groups of students out to remote villages so that they can get familiar with different environments that they may one day have to work in. Such a responsibility was only given to third years and up after they had gone through and gotten their temporary field permits. Their groups were assigned to this small fishing village located just off the mainland called Halverda. There was four members in total: Pyre and Amaya: A pair of fraternal twins of opposing elements which the shared colors with, while they fought sometimes, they were well behaved and could get a job done, they were also the 2nd and 3rd strongest of their class, which they joked was unfair, given their competition. Said competition was Dawn, a light grey colored dragon with some darker grey that covered his chest and stomach, this dragon in particular could wield four elements: Air Water, Lightning and Ice, which the twins often joked was cheating. He was ranked 1st in their class but never bragged, instead he often helped out his classmates to try and elevate them all to the best of his ability. Then there was their teacher, Akas a rather easy-going air dragon that had a reputation for being the type of teacher that preferred his students to “learn on the job”, he had a distinctive look as it did not seem to match his element at all, due to his mostly black scales and yellow chest & stomach scales. It was at the teachers request that these three students be out in a more tropical climate to help them learn to fend of the oftentimes unpredictable weather of these islands that made up the coastal regions of their homeland, Eden. it was also Akas that had sent the students out on a grocery run, making up the excuse: “it would be good for the locals to see the young dragons here to protect them” but the three were not fooled and read the massage for what it was “I want to finish my book” “Ugh, why are we stuck out here doing errands?” Pyre complained to his classmates, earning him a swift elbow to his side form his twin, to which he just grunted and glared at her. “Seriously, we could be getting some good training in right now or scouting the island!” “Scouting what, the same coast we saw yesterday?” Scoffed Amaya. “Face it, bother this place doesn't have much going on...” Seeing Dawn looking back at her over his shoulder she would add: “Yes Dawn, I see that look, knock on wood, yada yada...” “Thank you” Dawn rolled his eyes at the twins' antics, not entirely disagreeing, but also enjoying the peace and quiet, “But I for one actually don't mind a qui- Peaceful mission for once” He said looking around as they made their way ‘home’, nodding to a few passing villagers that smiled and waved. “Oh right, yeah, you won't be getting much of that at home soon, will you? not with a new sibling on the way.” Pyre chuckled, referring to the news that Dawn’s mother Bassa was pregnant once more, which had come as a surprise to the grey dragon’s family. “How long now?” “Well, Mom laid the egg just last month, so, not too much longer, about four months, give or take?” Dawn answered, making the show of counting the months on his fingers. “She still insists it's another girl by the way...” “Well moms tend to know best about this, some kind of gut feeling, like yours for danger, but in this case it's for spilled milk and diapers” Amaya chuckled as Dawn shook his head at her humor. “You’re gross” Dawn retorted as he opened the sliding door to the little hut the group called home and began offloading their supplies into the storage boxes and ice chest, electricity was scarce here and only used for emergencies like communications and warning systems, it wasn't ideal but it's how these islanders chose to live, preferring a simple lifestyle. “Ah good your back, just in time too with the way those clouds are looking, coms say there's a big storm on the way” announced their teacher, as he walked into the room arms crossed as he surveyed the supplies, “lots of fish I see, still on that odd kick again Dawn?” He teased. “It's fresher here, cheaper too, Salmons a bitch to get inland, and keep it fresh, seriously who pays...” Dawns small rant was cut off as the Storm sirens began to sound, cutting him off “well fuck... I blame you” Dawn looked over at the twins to which the teacher just shook his head and started giving marching orders. “Enough of that you three, we have work to do! Get out there and keep the island safe! I'll stay here, and start locking down the buildings, and direct people to the shelter just in case, this is a class three wild storm so be careful, and keep an eye out for elementals, we don't expect any but, you never know!” “Right!” Three voices echoed as one, before turning and running out the door. Wild storms were always unpredictable, that's what made them dangerous, they could appear within a mere hour and increase in intensity rapidly, and that only got worse if an elemental was a play, as third years they had yet to encounter one, but dealing with one was the passing requirement, hence field assignments in high-risk areas. Dawn straightened up his scarf and slid his goggles over his eyes, taking lead pointing to areas of the town as they flew above, and then signaling to each sibling, talking and shouting was pointless in these conditions so they would often rely on hand signals to communicate. As Dawn watched the siblings fly to their assigned spots, he allowed himself a moment to steady his breath no sign of titans yet, this was the third storm since they had arrived here. Dawn was getting a tad restless, missing home, but he had a job to do here and couldn't allow himself to get distracted, that could get bad. Setting off to his own designated area that he highlighted for himself upon their initial scouting run on the first day of their mission here he had given himself an open area right at the coast to work with putting himself between himself and the village, Dawn replayed his teachers' words at the beginning of their trip. “Remember, ultimately you have permission to do whatever it takes to prevent the loss of life here, you may only be students and have provisional licenses but you carry the full weight and responsibilities of a fully-fledged storm fighter, you are capable of great things, but remember you can fall back and have your teammates support you too, I know you have trouble with this. But, if the storms get too much, use your skills to their fullest.” Dawn knew what he could do and what he was capable of. But he had trouble on three counts, one; he often went over his limits and overexerted himself. Two: his teacher was right, he had a tendency to ‘lone wolf’ things, even if this was a habit born of concern of his classmates. And three, he often had issues putting personal feelings aside, leading to him becoming distracted. He sprang into action, putting up walls of ice along the coast, this was to prevent the larger waves making it inland, and a practice he employed a few times in this trip alone, his teacher had often remarked that it reminded him of the coral that performed the same job from below the water's surface. With that complete, Dawn took to the air, taking a moment to steady himself on the harsher winds, category three winds were no joke and dawn wasn't as used to them yet sometimes trailing off course from a stray gust, this was to be expected however, he was still just a student. Dawn first went to check on Pyre at team lead it was his job to keep everyone backed up and safe, being a fire dragon pyre was at a significant disadvantage in this weather compared to his sister, which was what he was here to work on, he had excelled at his last mission which was a firebreak operation out in the forests. Their teacher had suggested he work at overcoming his shortcomings while here. It seemed however that Dawn didn't need to worry, Pyre was using his flames in combination with the moist air to soften the soil beneath him and dig trenches to trap the water piling the loose soil from his excavation on the far side between the ‘trenches and the village, Dawn smiled, Pyre was using his head for once, and not just brute strength, a bad habit of his. Flying to the opposite side of the village to check on Amaya Dawn saw he didn't have to worry about her either, she was one of the few that during his time at the academy that Dawn was able to teach his techniques to, and she had at least been able to apply them to a degree as now even while she was somewhat struggling, she was manipulating the water away from the nearby structures. Landing behind her Dawn fired off a few air bullets towards a larger wave that was headed for her, breaking it up at which she looked back and smiled in thanks as dawn took off back to his designated zone to check on his makeshift reef. Returning to the area Dawn saw it was holding up but some parts had started to come loose, that wouldn't do, loose chunks of ice in this wind could be a hazard, luckily there was tones of water all round, crouching down and placing a hand on the soggy grass dawn focused his ice element once more making a new layer and re-sealing the cracks in the wall, that would hold for a while. Looking skyward as he stood clasping his hands together to warm them up, he noted the storm had moved significantly inwards now, the eye was nearing, and thus far the village looked no worse for wear, good, this was a wild tropical storm, while unpredictable they moved fast, which Dawn liked, it meant they burned up energy quickly. About 5 minutes from the eye which meant he had time to gather his classmates, taking off he flew an arc round the island tapping stopping long enough to pat each on both shoulders, their makeshift signal to group up at town center, before heading there himself after checking his zone one last time, completing his loop. Seeing it holding up just fine he smiled, satisfied with his work as he kicked of the air for a little extra propulsion as he headed back to the meeting spot seeing his classmates and friends landed and crouched down as instructed, good, everything was going according to plan. Dawn landed between them and similarly crouched as the twins got to work alongside him: Dawn creating a dome of air that Amaya settles water atop of and Pyre began to heat creating warm steam, this would serve as a shield for what dawn did next. Just as the eye was overhead, dawn using his ability to read wind which he gained through his air element to tell the difference instantly, he set himself low hands and knees touching the damp ground beneath him, and spreading his wings high and wide as he focused his ice once more, this time not on the ground but the air outside the dome, and bringing forth a large chill that swept through the air, eating at the ambient heat in the rising air which fed this tropical storm. This was a trick that the twins loved to see dawn use. As it was to them the full potential of Dawn combining ice and air, Elements they both lacked, and Dawn made up for. It took a little but the effects became apparent, the winds dying down and the temperature settling as frost began to build up on the buildings and foliage around them, dawn had been refining this since they got here, seeing how little ice he could form while preforming this technique. Nodding and standing up, panting a little, Dawn nodded as he lowered the dome the warm steam washing over the three, knocking off the chill of the air that awaited them as the three smiled amongst themselves, seeing the Villigers and their teacher emerge from the storm shelter and start returning home to assess the damages to their abodes. “See? That was easy” Pyre chuckled seeing Dawns expression at that statement “aww c’mon its quiet now, storm ove-” he began as a large roar echoed through the village, coming from the coast, “aww, hell..” he said as all three took off for the coast. The sight that awaited them was both unpleasant and exciting for the trio, an elemental emerging from the waters as all three gaped at the sight. This thing was massive: a titan sea elemental if Dawn had to guess, it easily dwarfed about 10 stories, this was trouble. “Amaya! Rundown, stat!” Dawn called as they took to the air, looking over the beast that stood before them. “Right! Uh... Large coral shell very little openings, looks like it's using seaweed to cover its animus in the joints of its limbs and waist to maintain flexibility: That could be our weak spot.” “It's moving slow too! Large heavy movements.” Pyre added on, apparently his sister was rubbing off on him, “It’s kicking up a lot of water, probably to keep the seaweed from drying out!” he continued smiling over at his sister who looked proud, the two could actually work together when they wanted to. “Good eyes both of ya! Alright, here’s the plan we need to draw it out of the water, then we heat the thing up, that should slow it even further, then we pick it off!” Dawn called out the twin's smirking, they knew while Dawn didn't like fighting, he was good at finding tactical ways to deal with looming threats. They put their plan into action, keeping away from the titan to lure it over land, Dawn worked to intercept any Bolders and debris it hurled their way, catching them with his magnetic tethers and redirecting them away from the village, and the scattering villagers below. Once it made landfall, they swooped in Dawn using more tethers to restrain its arms and keep it throwing more things, while he wrapped it up in a vortex of circulating air, as Dawn did this Pyre let loose with a gigantic cone of flame from his mouth which caught the air, and began to spiral round the creature. Amaya had probably the easiest job here: using her water to keep her twin from overheating, the one drawback of using his fire breath at this strength, the twins knew each other's limits well. After a minute Pyre stomped twice, his signal he was letting up and all three braced as the flames stopped, their trick had worked, the titan stood still, the seaweed at its joints was dry and cracked, and starting to flake, the trio smiled, prematurely. Dawn sent two whirling pairs of vortexes towards its arms, the twins knew this technique and winced, knowing that Dawn rarely employed his vacuum blades where a living thing was concerned, watching as both arms where cleanly severed at the titans ‘elbows’. It seemed, however that this particular elemental has a trick up it sleave, as its severed arms fell to the ground it lashed up with more seaweed tendrils it had stored inside catching and reattaching its limbs, shaking off the flaking lawyer of “skin” to reveal still damp seaweed underneath. This Titan was intelligent, it was thinking, it had a plan. “What!” Dawn called out seeing this development, when out of the corner of his eye he spotted something and froze, there was a child in the street behind him, running to pick up a teddy bear she no doubt dropped. “Look out!” Amaya called out to him, just a tad too late as Dawn felt hard jagged coral slam into him, sending him down the street passed the hatchling as his vision blurred and began to fade. “DAWN!” both siblings called out as they began to panic as they moved to distract the Titan that had landed a punch on their classmate, they were worried, but they couldn't abandon their task till this thing was delt with. Dawn was sprawled out on the cobble street a few tens of feet back, everything hurt, his left arm burned in searing pain, his vision was blurred an unfocused and he was dizzy and struggling to even lift himself up. Ahead he could see four blurs, one red, one blue, both swarming round a large grey one, that looked to be getting closer despite his classmates, as he now recognized them, efforts the fourth was the small white hatchling, with eyes matching his own, looking back at him tears in her eyes, she reminded him of his little sister, and the one that was on the way, and she was perfectly oblivious to the oversized coral fist that was crashing down towards her. In an instant, in a single thought, everything was clear; the fog gone from his mind and he had plenty of energy to spare despite his apparent injuries, as he slammed his left hand down in a fist, his arm wrapped in a tight coil of lightning as a Teather encased it in a makeshift splint, a layer of ice hidden underneath. Behind the girl, much to his classmate's amazement a large fist of earth erupted and caught the wrist of the titan saving the hatching from a gruesome fate. The both looked around to find the mystery dragon that had apparently stepped in, before their eyes were drawn to a glowing figure further down the street as he got back to his feet. Dawn stood there with a grin adorning his face as he glared past them all to the titan, Dawn was wreathed in lightning, but something was off, unlike normally where Dawns lighting normally arced around his form in a jagged state, this time it was like a calm current, and the hue was off, shifting. That wasn't the only thing about him that was different however, it was as though there was a constant cold front formed around him, his hair caught in an invisible gale, flaked with small shards of ice that seemed to dance round him, lightning occasionally arcing between them too, the cobbled earth around dawn was cracked too, with soil and rock floating around him as if suspended in the air. And then, but most noticeable was his scales or rather the tiny gaps between them were filled with shifting hues and colors of light, much like his lighting and irises, And while And while Dawn held that smirk on his face, the twins could tell by a single glance at his eys, he was pissed. The battle shifted the moment Dawn moved, in a single step forward he vanished and then occupied the space the titan had stood, a sonic boom echoing over the island as the ground where dawn stood blasted outwards, the debris caught and gently set dawn by tendrils of lighting as to harm no-one. Then there was a tearing sound behind them as the twins turned to see Dawn occupying the spot the titan’s ‘face’ once did, its arm that Dawn had previously caught was still held firm in the pillar of earth, having sheered free as the Elemental was hurled backwards into a wall of ice and earth crashing through it and back out to the water, were it now lay. Of course, it didn't stay down long, and was getting back onto its feet practically Howling as it made to charge back to land, clearly able to move faster than it let on. Before the twins could even get a work out to Dawn, he was on the move once more, racing towards it before flapping his wing forwards sending out 8 small lances of ice 1 for each limb and another to the ground near it all crackling with prismatic lighting, as the creature quickly found itself tethered to the ground and lighting dancing over its wet form. Ice and earth quickly followed the titans struggle slowly being eroded as it was encased. And its movements ceased leaving only its torso left out of the equation. It was at this moment that it finally clicked into place for the twins: Dawn was surging with all four, no FIVE of his elements. They had seen Dawn surge before, but normally it was just his lighting, easily his most volatile element that would do this, but in this case, it seemed that Dawn had managed to experience a quintuple surge. Dawn, it seemed wasn't contempt with just restraining the rogue coral reef that had dared to almost crush a hatchling in his presence, as he lazily few forwards, the smile gone from his face as he fired a single shot of compressed air towards the creature's head, shattering the coral that made up its faceplate, and glaring into the glowing center of the elemental's animus, it eye. That moment lasted for a single minute, that seemed to last an eternity, the Titan shacked by the wrath of the elements and Dawn, floating before it in the air as they stared at one another as if in silent communication, before Dawn reached out pressing his bare palm to the raw power of the titan's animus. With a single snap of crackling lighting, a crack that echoed like a broken branch during a deer hunt, it was over. The titan slowly began to decay, the coral and seaweed shell that made up its armor disintegrating and being carried away by the wind. The power that was surging through Dawn faded, and he went limp in the air and began to fall, their teacher swooping in to catch his unconscious form. ----- Dawn awoke a few hours later finding his body sore, his head pounding, and his lips dry. As he tried to sit up the winced his arm still burned but refused to move, the reason became clear as he looked down at it, it was in a cast. Hearing him starting to move about his friends were by his side in an instant calling for their teacher, who followed by soon after with a glass of water, shooing his classmates aside and offering the glass to dawn lips, which he eagerly accepted. With a few coughs he spoke: “what happened?” to which his teacher raised an eyebrow and the twins looked dumbfounded. “Wait seriously?!” Prye exclaimed, “you don't remember going crazy and surging with FIVE ELEMENTS!” “Oh, um, no, all I remember was seeing the girl in the street and the- Is she ok?!” Dawn shot forward pain and panic shooting though his form at once and the wind was taken from him, leaving him gasping. “Settle down, she’s fine, you saved her, and the village might I add” Akas reassured the panicked dragon, to ensure he didn't do any more damage, “It seems that you went through a quintuple surge which is astounding given that you are only supposed to have four elements, if I remember correctly?” The last part was clearly a question though it was phrased as a factual statement. “Yeah, what gives!!?” chimed in Amaya, “since when the hell could you use earth?” A question that seemed to be on all three’s minds as the other two simply nodded, all eyes were on Dawn, looking for answers. “Heh, right.” Dawn let out an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his neck with his free arm, not making eye contact, as he thought about how to explain, that, particular development. “So, remember that earth Dragon that came to the academy to teach us about them lifestyle for culture history? Yeah, well I kinda-sorta asked him if he’d teach me...?” “And he said yes?” their teacher seemed impressed, that wasn't a common occurrence. “Well, that explains where you've been sneaking off too during breaks, you've been reserving the training room to practice haven't you?” Prye just chuckled, Amaya shaking her head beside him at the grey dragon's antics. “With that out of the way, it seems that the power of a quintuple surge was just a bit too much for your body to handle, but you did last what I'm told was a full four or five minutes” Akas explained then went on to add: “as for your arm there I'm guess you can tell its broken likely a result of the punch you took while distracted, not that I blame you, the child should not have been there, her parents were severely reprimanded, luckily it seems in your surge you seemed to have had the forethought to splint your arm using your abilities, this made the repair and setting it much easier, well done.” “As for this trip, since you defeated an elemental, and a titan at that, for which you will be compensated by the way, you have each earned your passing grade for the year and our job here is concluded, fortunate too given you need to recover” their teacher surmised, lightly laughing as the three let out a cheer. “I still expect to see you three in classes however, just because you have passed my class does not mean your year is over, you still have lots to learn and improve on, so no slacking” rest up and pack your things, we head home tomorrow, he said, getting up with a proud smile and walking out the room, leaving the three to their own devices. Fin.
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Story by Schuppenritter ------------------ 0 preperation A deep, heavy silence filled the room, broken only by the slow, steady rhythm of breathing. Garchomp lay still, his body limp and mind lost in unconsciousness. His chest rose and fell in peaceful oblivion, unaware of the setting he will wake up to… His captor, or how he likes to see it… his trainer, a scalie like creature who got “signed” to this naughty boy. Claws ghosted over his wrists before gripping them firmly. A quiet clink of steel on ssteel as the first cuff was secured. Then another. The cold metal settled around his wrists, weighty but not yet restricting. His arms, though bound, remained loose, resting freely beside him. Not for long… A thick leather collar with belt was next. It wrapped around his throat with a firm grip, pressing against his scales as a slow creak of tightening buckles followed. A snug fit. Not choking, but just enough to be felt, to be noticed the moment he awoke. Soft rustling filled the space as leather straps were unfurled and positioned against his chest. The first pressed down just above his shoulders, its surface rough yet firm. A quick tug… then the sound of a buckle fastening with a solid snap around his back fin. Another strap curled beneath his arms, feeding into the central ring resting over his sternum. A slight test pull followed, making the leather groan as it flexed. Secure. Immovable. Aaaa little bit lower now. A heavier piece was adjusted: metal, rigid, unyielding and fixated with leather like straps coiled around his hips, drawn snug before locking into place with a final click. The steel plate sat flush against him, cold, pressing and perfectly positioned just right over his Slit with a circular opening, vulnerable and exposed… A pause. “lets ‘CHECK’ if he’s fit for the training”, his ‘trainer smirked secretly.. He holded his claw against garchomp rough skin, traced along the exposed slit. A light touch, a brief test, a silent exploration. Garchomp’s body reacted instinctively… just a slight twitch, a barely perceptible tension in his sleeping state. His brow creased. His muscles flexed, then slackened again. The claws lingered for just a second longer before withdrawing. “lets wait until he woke up….” But then.. A quick firm grip. No more teasing. The claw pressed down against his slit, claws spreading slightly before closing in, taking hold. He felt his warmth, still flacid dick… reached further inside, enclosing around something still nestled within. Firm. Testing. Garchomp's breathing hitched, his body tensing for a moment. His eyes, still closed, clenched tighter, a faint twitch at the corners betraying the sensation intruding upon his unconscious state. A deeper furrow in his brow. A subtle shift in his restrained claws, curling slightly against the cold cuffs. A barely noticeable whimper of breath as his muscles reacted involuntarily to the grip, his trainers intrusion. The claw held still for a moment, feeling the unresponsive weight within its grasp before finally releasing. Another final adjustment of the metal plate, locking it securely over his most vulnerable place. “We’ll continue later” His limbs remained slack. His breathing even. His mind unknowing still in sleep of is pre exam... The first stage was done. Now, all that remained was for him to wake up. 1 waking up Garchomp slowly woke up from his deep slumber. The first thing felt was the weight. Heavy, suffocating restraints, pressing down on his wrists and his hips. His body was sluggish, unresponsive, as if it didn’t quite belong to him. A fog clouded his mind, dull pressure throbbing behind his eyes. Slowly, awareness seeped in, fragmented aand scattered, until reality came back in sharp, jagged pieces. He reached up, his head still swimming with dizziness, trying to make sense of the situation….. The sound of metal grinding against metal echoed through the silence. Garchomp’s mind struggled to surface from the fog of unconsciousness. ‘CLINK’ Garchomp Thinking: Hmmm what happened… His arms barely moved, the cold metal cuffs scraping against his scaly skin as he instinctively flexed. A tight pressure coiled around his throat, firm and restrictive, forcing him to feel it’s tightness, nearly choking him on the spot ! the leather straps digging into his chest, securing him firmly, unmovable... His breath quickened, but the collar around his neck resisted, reminding him of his complete lack of control. Where...? He inhaled slowly, attempting to move, but the rustle of leather and a faint creak echoed as his body pushed forward, meeting resistance. His arms strained to shift, only to be harshly pulled back as well... His legs, widely parted, were trapped by something rigid that wouldn’t let them close. His mind cut through the grogginess, still trying to piece together his situation. What’s happening? ‘CLICK’ ‘CLICK’ ‘CLICK’ ‘CLICK’ ‘CLICK’ Suddenly thee sound of chains rattling echoed through the room and his arms forcefully been pulled upward. His entire body shifted as the chains tightened, forcing his arms to be locked in place even more, his movements restricted to his upper abdomen. He inhaled sharply, nostrils flaring behind the mask sealing his muzzle shut. His jaw ached faintly, Within his muzzle a hidden plug filling event the last spaces (His trainer is ALWAYS UP FOR DEEP SECRETS), each breath a painful reminder that no matter how much he wanted to resist, he was helplessly restrained. Every attempt to move felt useless. His arms, weighed down by chains, refused to budge. The leather constricted around him, a constant reminder of his helplessness. The bar between his legs kept them spread, vulnerable, exposed, accessible… What the hell...? Then he saw it, realized his status.. A dull, cold chill pressed against his slit. His breath froze in his chest, his body tensing as the reality of the situation hit him. A solid metal plate, locked into place with leather straps fixating it tight.., perfectly aligned with his body. In the center of the plate, a circular opening. Just wide enough to leave his length exposed. His stomach churned. This wasn’t random. This wasn’t just any restraint. It was made for him. His tail twitched, his claws shifted. They had measured him. Fitted this to his exact dick size. The thought sent a shudder through his body. He would’ve fought back, struggled. Unless… unless… His breathing hitched…. They practiced and measured me On me. In my sleep. GARCHOMP MUFFLED OUTCRY: “HMMPF!” The thoughts ran in loops through his waking mind, tangled between sluggish confusion and sharp realization. They had done this before. Measured him. Adjusted everything to fit him. The plate, the cuffs, the mask! it wasn’t random. He hadn’t even felt them setting it up, hadn’t stirred while they worked on him in his sleep. it came out muffled, absorbed by the thick leather over his maw. Frustration clawed at his insides. How long had they been planning this? “hmmmpfhh!” A deep, guttural growl built in his throat, but it came out as nothing more than a muffled vibration against the mask. His body jerked against the chains, against the cuffs. The loose slack above rattled, teasing him with false freedom. 2 warm-up Then… something shifted in the room. A presence, palpable and immediate. His pulse spiked, heart racing. Suddenly, a sharp, metallic click broke the silence. ‘CLICK’ ‘CLICK’ ‘CLICK’ ‘CLICK’ ‘CLICK’‘CLICK’ ‘CLICK’ The chains rattled. Before he could react, his wrists were yanked upward, the loose slack vanishing as the restraints pulled his wrists high, slightly angled slightly above his head. His shoulders tensed, muscles flexing against the relentless stretch. His claws scraped against the steel cuffs, breath growing heavier, chest heaving against the leather straps digging into his scales. His captor was here! Watching. Waiting. Planning… Thirsty…. " … completely bound, completely spread. That’s how I love train you." That’s what his so called ‘trainer’ wanted. He needed to keep his head, keep control. His tail lashed behind him, frustration simmering beneath his skin, but his body stayed still. Then he felt a touch. The captors trainers claws traced along his scaly rough skin, just barely brushing against him before garchomp trying avoidantly to pull away. He shifted his body back, trying to escape it, but the chains just gave limited escape option, his body barely able to shift, but not enough to defend himself. The claw dragging slowly down garchomp’s abdomen, teasing and enjoying his stretched skin. The touch traced along the hard steel, framing his slit, circling around it. But then he went closer and slided his claw on top of it, tapped a few times on his slit, increasing tremendously in pressure, until a shudder crawled up inside of him. A pulse. A stir. A deep, unwilling throb. He shakes his head, snarls through the mask. AHHHMMPF!! NO…STOOP!!!! Garchomp felt his Penis stir, just barely, a small, unwilling reaction as it peaked slightly from his slit, , legs trembling in the confines of the spreader bar as his traitorous flesh twitched against the teasing contact. His body betrayed him, heat surging to the surface, his dick, still unwilling, peaking from his slit despite his desperate efforts to keep it hidden. Stay in!!!! stay in! “hmmmp!” But his own body refused him, a humiliating, slow defeat as the inevitable continued. Throb by throb his member tip slip further out, revealing his true arousal. His breath shuddered, but he bit back the frustration. CONCENTRATE ! RETURN ! DON’T SHOW HIM YOUR WEAKNESS!! “you will arise soon” The trainers claws pressing right against the exposed tip, not letting it extend and even pushing it back in, only to directly leap out again from its retreat. ‘FLOP’ “HRRRAAGMMMPF” He’s… enjoying this!! Playing with my body!! Don’t react. Don’t give him the satisfaction. “hmm I love how you struggle, we didn’t even started the training yet…” Garchomp claws shifting in defensive movement and tried to hide his peaking tip with his arm fin or somehow reach it to pull this aggressive intruder back…. bbut he failed, it was far out of reach… 3 getting warm DAMN IT!! I NEED TO RIP APART THOSE CHAINS, MAYBE IF I PULL WITH ALL MY STREGHT AND… AND!!! His instincts screamed at him to react, to avoid, just to not get used again like the weeks before, but the moment he pulled his hips just slightly back again. the familiar rattle sound reappeared, the machines activated pulling his chains further up… ‘CLICK’ ‘CLICK’ ‘CLICK’ ‘CLICK’ ‘CLICK’‘CLICK’ ‘CLICK’ “NNNH!! MMMPHH!! HHHHRK!!!!!" NO MORE!!! I..I…CANT…ITS TOO FAR!!!! A sharp burn shot through his shoulders as his wrists were pulled far over his head now, stretching him further. His body tensed, a muffled grunt escaping past the gag. His tail thrashed, but it was useless. Every shift of his body only made him more aware of how tight the restraints had become. How stretched and sensitive his rough skin became... “AMMMPF!!” His breathing spiked and the leather straps over his chest dug rhythmically with each rise and fallen of his muscles deeper inside of him pressing against his overstretched chest. The strictly extended, strongly stretched limbs and his general forced X – position, forced him on display even more. Vulnerable. Helpless. Exposed… AND ESPECIALLY ACCESSIBLE 3.1 getting warm The trainers teasing continued. This time, firmer. A deliberate grip, a slow stroke over his now semi-hard extended dick. His entire body twitched in response, the muscles in his legs tensing as his chest heaved. Heat spread through him, shame burning in his throat as his body betrayed him with each on going throbs and precise movements along the shaft. His cock,still unwilling and exposed, twitched against the unwelcome touch, his body responding against his will. A rush of heat surged through him, a betrayal as sharp as the lashes. No... no, I won’t… ……..…!!!!!!!! His thoughts shattered as the grip tightened changed in pressure. This time a slow, torturous stroke from base to tip. His length, now fully hardening, twitched under the movement. His breathing came in shallow bursts, the gag muffling his ragged exhale. He tried to shift away, to pull back, but the chains held, they barely rattled and left him strightly stretched under a painfully strong stretch. His wrists ached, his shoulders strained, and his body… his own damn body….. WAS GIVING IN. Stop this. Stop reacting. “NNNNGHHMPF!!” More of him slips free. His Meat pressing into the cold air. His captor watched him amused and waited. Stroke his shaft from time to time and jokely took his whole partly semi erect dick and pushed it back into his slit… again. This time building immense pressure while forcing him to endure… WHAT IS HE DOING WITH ME?!?! IT WONT STAY IN, I…I CANT ‘FLOOOP’ Immideatily it leaped back out again and he playfully pressed it even harder. Garchomp clinched his eyes strongly, confused about what this training should do.. “HHHHMMMMMMMMMGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!” “Hmm you really want a hard training today, I see “HHHMMPF!!” “Don’t worry we’ll get you hard in no time!!” he shook his head dramatically His head jerked against the mask, a fresh wave of muffled noises spilling past the thick leather. He clenched his eyes shut. Another shudder. Another pulse. The thought of his training being daily extended and the thought of himself getting his dick worked on, let him slip out his meat even more, unpurposive.. His chest rose sharply, muscles trembling as his own body worked against him. His slit clenched in futile defiance, but his length pushed through, throbbing, swelling.. the trainer didn’t stopped, oh no, he needs to get him into a specific state.. He ran his claws along his growing arousal, testing the shape, the firmness. Measuring. Memorizing. And felt his warm penis increasing inside of his purpoly squezzed claw.. “NNYAAAHH!!” He twisted in his bonds, his legs instinctively trying to pull together, to hide his erection, a instinct, but the spreader bar held him wide, his body instinct to hide his erection were denied. He was fully hard now, throbbing, slapping in the claw of his captor repeadetly. And he realized it. his body was already stretched slightly over his limit, his trainer knew and trailed down his exposed chest, feeling his heartbeat, his spiking breath and the dugging leather straps, so he gripped into the tight harness wrapped around him. The straps dug even deeper as the sudden pull yanked him forward, hardly ahead… basically. “MMHHH!!!” His whole body jerked forward, only for the chains to pull him right back, stretching him against the restraint. His spine arched painfully, his head tilting back with a deep, choked groan, his legs shifting involuntarily with the spreader bar keeping them apart. His balance wavered, his weight caught by the chains keeping him upright stretched hard. too close Too tight… too much…STOP PULLING!!!! But the pressure only increased, while he was face to face to his captor, who stroked slightly his jawline first, in appreciation of his trembling form. His chest harness hurtfully digging into his scaly rough skin, constricting his breath further. He had no control. Not over his position. Not over his body. Not even over the reactions betraying him. His tail twitched uselessly… His other claw gripped his base and slowly trailed up, feeling every pulse until he teased the exposed tip with a slow, deliberate stroke. “HHNN!! NHHH!!” A sharp chuckle from behind. “ Your twitching so much! Didn’t thought you were that easy.” His jaw clenched. Don’t give him more. Don’t react. Don’t…. …Impossible ..Another sharp tug on the harness, lets his back arched involuntarily and his dick twitched helplessly wild between them, losing from his captors grip. “MHHH!!!!!!” “GOT YOU”, His captor catched it back again squeezing hard, while garchomp clinched his eyes, while he pants and whimpers simultaneously quietly… *pant “MHHH!! MMMHHHHMMM!!!” “Let’s see just how much more we can get out of you.” Claws wrapped around the base of his cock, exploring the exposed flesh with an almost clinical curiously precision. His breath hitched violently, his body jerking as much as the chains allowed and rattled. “NN..NNHHHHHH!” No.. NO, STOP!! His body betrayed him instantly, a violent twitch shuddering through his frame. “MHHHMPHH!!!! MH!!!!” His muffled cry was raw, strangled with frustration. “So reactive. Every single part of you responding just as it should”,exhaled, his trainer satisfied. Another slow stroke. A sharp tap against the tip, forcing his length to twitch direct again as wild as before, so his shaft already hit the the cold metal restraint. Garchomp shudders “NGHHHHH!!” His chest heaved, his breaths ragged and erratic. He hated this. Hated how easily his body responded, how useless his struggles were. His muscles burned, every inch of him screaming to fight, but what was left to resist? The claws on him worked with even more practiced ease, exploring, testing and discovering, his captor realized at which points he shifted the most.. revealing his weak point he needed to max out his struggle.. “so those are you weak point, hope you don’t mind if i…” His breath hitched sharply he traced along his most sensitive spot, circling lazily and then PRESSED IT FIRMLY… And oh, he reacted! His muffled screams broke into rapid, desperate gasps, his body fighting against the unrelenting stimulation. “HHHMMP” HNNNMM” “HHHHRRRHHHMM” “HHHRRRRMMMRRRPPPFF” NOT THERE NOT THERE NOT THERE LOOOOOSSSSSEEE “NHHH!! HHNNGH!! MMPHHH!!” His head thrashed wildly, nearly feral, eyes squeezing shut as sweat dripped freely from his scaly rough skin. The chains even groaned under his struggling weight.. He was completely trapped, forced to take every sensation they pushed onto him. Panting exhausted his head hang forward ..go finish what you.. * heavy pant “hmmp” … started * desperate pant “hmf” “You’re going to break soon !!” he whispered, leaning close, the trainers breath hot against his exposed neck. “And when you do… I’ll be right here to watch.” A sudden, cruel squeeze. “MMMNNGHGHHH!!” His body convulsed, jerking violently, but the harness yanked him right back into place. His muffled cries were desperate, sweat rolling down his scales as his captor continued.He couldn’t move away from it. He couldn’t control it. His hips trembled, barely able to twitch under the tight constraints of the spreader bar and his chest harness pulling him forward. He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting against the sensations, against the torment. This isn’t me. This isn’t who I am. But I … I cant. I NEED ! His body convulsed with the current denial, his hips jerking desperately, a wretched noise tearing from his throat. He just needed a little bit more until his natural urge was satisfied, despite his prior defense and fear. “NNHHH!! MMHHMPH!!” His tail spasmed, legs shaking violently within the spreader bar. No, no, no!! “HMMMP HHM!!!” The agonizing edge lingered, leaving his nerves screaming for relief that would never come. A mocking whisper in his ear. “Oh? Did you think I’d let you have it so easily? You know we train here your edging and this was just some easy teasing! Ohhh im gonna have so much fun with you..”! The trainer slammed onto his chest ring harness, forcing him back into place. Simultaenously yanked on the collar belt, tightening it, made his vision blur for a moment, his mind spiraling in the overstimulation. “HHHM?! MMPHH!?! HNNN!!!!!” His body was shaking, sweat-drenched and exhausted. a slow break, he watched his captor with distant mix of betrayal, anger, lust and fear. He doesn’t even know what he wants. His natural instinct screamed for release and this sort of training seem to turn him into a maniac! “HmmmPFH” Hmm !? HHHHMPF!!!!”” WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!??! RELEASE ME, FUCK ME OR LET ME KEEP MY SANITY AND LET ME FREE I.. DIDN’T WANTED THAT… I.. I.. FUCK!!!! He panted in exhaustion, his heartbeat visibly still striking fast, one eye tearfully clinched and still locking the other on his captor “Aww out of the sudden you seem disappointed?! Don’t worry, you should know our edge training isn’t that short termed” “NNNGHH!!” His hips jerked forward, but the restraints held him firm. His muffled scream was a mix of frustration, need, and raw, desperate exhaustion. His tail twitched violently behind him.. the only hint of freedom he currently has.. His penis was nearly retrieved back into his slit. When out of the sudden the trainer went back into action “YOU STAY HERE” “We are not done here, hehe” Then, his captor knelt. Holding his now semi erect but still overstimulated wildly twitching dick A firm grip wrapped around the base of his shaft, but instead of the slow touch from before, he pressed his weak points, garchomp eyes clinched and his frame trembled. Then the captor’s maw parted. A slow descent, enclosing him with warmth, not just teasing now, but claiming him. The heat wrapped around him, firm and inescapable, drawing him deeper inch by inch. Garchomp’s muffled cries became more desperate, his body shuddering uncontrollably as the tongue worked over every discovered weak points again, exploiting hteir sensitivity on purpose. The slow pull, some well-planned pauses, the way the captor lingered just at the brink of pushing him too far… he knew when a garchomp is ready! Step by step, it slid deeper. Garchomp’s claws twitched, his thighs shaking against the spreader bar, chains rattling as he instinctively tried to recoil, but there was nowhere to go. His body was locked in place, fully at his captor’s mercy. Trapped between the need of finally getting released and to escape his cruel captor trainers “training program”.His muffled whimpers grew higher as the tight warmth surrounded him completely, a drawn-out shiver wracking his bound form. Just before he’s on the brink of his edge… The warmth mawl retreated fully. Leaving him literally hanging.., leaving him gasping and broken, only to have the cruel game begin again… AGAIN!?!? “HHHMMP!!!!!!! MHHHMMP!!HMP! “ “it feels so good keeping you at the edge… I grant you another short break” He suddenly tried to think of better times, but those lay centuries behind him, he only had bad memories lingering in his mind, which drifted to his last forced program, where they had forced him through a different brutal endurance drills. His back, legs, and ass beaten hard and repeatedly with a plank. A time filled with pain, yet at least, every bruise had the chance to heal in between. Even so, his backside still carried a faint redness, a lingering reminder of what he had endured. Back then it felt like a fire exploding across his neck… He sighed and now he’d just became a real slave of this so called trainings program. “hhhmp..” Garchomp looked at his dick, still wildly throbbing around, not in his control any more.. His captor chuckled. “Twitching so much. Probably need a clawjob… I know your weakpoints..” “HMMMMMMPF!! AHHMMMPFFF!!” “MHHNNGH!!” His hips jerked, his whole body straining desperately against the harness pinning him in place. Sweat dripped down his scaly skin, his breath coming in short, hitched gasps. His dick twitched violently against its metal restraint, locked in a torment of its own. A claw traced down his stomach, lingering just above the trembling flesh. “And this? Still aching?” The strokes turned into slow, calculated weak point oriented tight squeezes, spreading the heat even deeper, pushing him towards the edge once again. His breath hitched, his hips jerking forward on instinct, chasing the friction he both craved and despised. The pressure built and his mind, no his body needed more. The moment was closing in…. that peak, that inevitable drop. He strained against the chains, leaning in with his hips against his captors claws, his muscles tight, his body shuddering as he felt himself teetering right on the edge so close. “You’re completely mine now.”, he chuckled They’re pushing me. I CAN CUM. I NEED!!! “HMMMMM” *pant “HMMMMHH” *pant *pant 4- end Then a sudden intrusion followed.. A cold, slick object pressed against his tip. His eyes flew open, body snapping tense!! “NGHAAAAHH!!”as the foreign sensation slid inside. “MHHNNNGHH!! NNGGHHHH!!” His entire body convulsed, muscles tightening to the breaking point, his dick throbbing wildly, demanding what it would never get. His length clamped down in shock, but it was already there. Firm. Inescapable. A plug! stretching, filling, sealing his aching arousal in an instant. The growing pleasure slammed into a wall, trapping him in an agonizing, throbbing state. His body screamed for release……. only to be denied. And then,the soft hum of vibration. A low, steady pulse, barely noticeable at first, but relentless. Keeping him hard. Keeping him wanting. Keeping him on the edge…of need!! His muffled cry turned to a trembling whimper. He wasn’t getting free from this. “Well done!!! You really jerked with your arousal and finally showed some compliance!! Even though it was basically your instinctual need. Lets say as reward I keep your training active until tomorrow, so you might show gratitude when we let you release The thought of finally breaking the edge gave him a spark of hope, while his body erupts from all his twitching and the viewable peaked heartbet and panting. “too bad yout training is focused on edging, so better luck next year.. maybe” NO..N..NOO…. *pant HE C..C..CANT JUST S..SAY THAT *pant I..I NEED *pant R..RELEASE… *pant IF YOU FORCE… ME *pant …BREAK… *pant *pant …ME FINISH… ME.. *pant R…RELEASE… *pant “NNNGGGHHHAAAAHHMMMPFFF!!”
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A year had passed since the fox disappeared from his old life, now just a brainless, mooing cow, constantly being bred and kept full and pregnant 24/7. She had rapidly become one of the best dairy cows in the entire coompany, needing to be milked 24/7 due to her endless production from her giant tits. Her huge thighs wobbled as her entire thick body was made even thicker with her constant pregnancies, mooing constantly with every pump from the milker and every thrust from the daily bull breeding~ Her old boss, now just another nameless face to her that wrote on notepads, wrote down the final report about Betty, the best milk producer they've had in years. She was surely worth the investment of making a person disappear, after all she was the happiest she'd ever been, and they got enough milk to make millions thanks to her~ Another success for Moo Inc~ ~~~ Drawn by: MortarionLordOfDeath
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Sorez woke up hours later, tied up to a stall deeper inside, opening his mouth was impossible thanks to the tight muzzle on his snoot, squirming in place as the sudden wobbling weight on his chest caught his attention. Looking down, he saw two small tits adorned with milkers latched on. Looking around, he noticed others in similar situations, a multitude of different species all with new small breasts, looking pleadingly for escape or help. His ear was sore, the weight of a cow-tag with his number 742, indicating how many victims were before him. A loud bell was heard, as all of the milking machines turned on at once, Sorez's eyes rolling back as his breasts produced large amounts of milk in an endless stream, the concoction injected into him causing them to swell out further and further as they got milked, his once clean fur gaining new growing spots. His groin felt odd, he was.. horny from the intense milking pleasure, but he wasn't as hard as he should be, something down there felt lighter, yet his mind couldn't worry on it for long as his thoughts got interrupted with how good the milking felt. All he could do was take the full brunt of the milking for the entire day, until it stopped, sleep overpowering him and the others after so much milking. And this cycle continued for days on end, daily injections in their sleep keeping them changing, both in body and mind as it got harder and harder to resist with every passing day. Less and less of the forming cow hybrids remained around Sorez as more gave in, but he tried his best, despite his-her, needy new cunt, massive tits and fat gut and ass all made it harder to tell who she used to be. The boss she recognized visited her one day, the last one in these back stalls, still holding on barely. The moos and desires in her head bouncing constantly, trying to bury her thoughts and sense of self. This was when her muzzle was removed, as were her handholds. Her thicker arms landed on the floor, over two weeks of not moving leaving her wobbly, weaker, or was that her new more cow-like self's body being harder to move with? Her boss's words were harder to parse, something about language in general becoming harder to grasp in her dimming brain, but she did make out enough words, on how she just had to get up and leave, and everything would be reversed. Yet, her body rejected it, her focus coming in and out of her invading cow thoughts, all while she felt the hot breath of a bull behind her, grabbing her ass. She just had to get up and leave, before this sexy hung bull bred her full of- No, she had to resist, she was a girl- a guy! She was a guy... As she felt his cock invade her waiting pussy lips, her mind scrambled further as the growing cow instincts began to take over in a much more overbearing way, she had to be bred! She-she wasn't a cow she was.. Unh.. she.. mhh.. needed breeding... no she.. she needed to be pregnant like a good... moo... cow... Her mind buckling under the breeding, just like all the others before her... ~~~ Drawn by: MortarionLordOfDeath
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Sorez was eager to start is job at Moo Inc, he was told their office jobs paid a high salary, and from his research it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Lots of data on the cow milk production and other such things he would soon learn. Yet to his dismay, as he entered for his first day, he was immediately told that his job was temporarily unavailable. Maybe some sort of error with whoever he was replacing? That was fine, he would just work in the breeding department like his new boss said. Wait... breeding department? Soon led through into the barn connected to the offices, what he saw surprised him. Seemingly endless rows of hundreds of cows, and not just regular cows, anthro ones! Is this what all cow anthros worked as? Being milked like actual cows for hours on end till they needed to clock out? The thought that milk he was drinking coming from anthros instead of regular animals never crossed his mind, all while his boss guided him in deeper. He could see them mooing mindlessly, not a single thought in their mind as they drooled and wobbled, noticing all of them had large, round bellies. The boss seemed to notice this, telling him they had plenty of bulls to keep all the cows nice and pregnant, insuring the best milk quality from expecting heifers. That sounded... wrong? These were actual people not some normal cows, did they sign up to be used as sex objects!? The boss seemed to notice his shift of attitude as he wrapped his arm around his shoulder, telling him how they all wanted this, and that they could leave or reject it any time~ Sorez wasn't so sure, especially as the deeper they got, the more non cow-like the people being milked looked. Mixed breeds perhaps? They all seemed pregnant and craving to be milked, until eventually they made it to where some thinner, even less cow-like people were, a few being bred by a buff bull before his very eyes. He would look away, but he noticed a mixed look of pleasure and despair in one of the ones not being bred, their tits being milked yet their eyes looked fearful. He had a muzzle on, muffling his speech into something akin to a cow's moos, her ears perking up as a bull pressed his hands on her ass, and in one swift motion shoving his fat cock deep inside, as the one taking it's expression changed completely, as if a light disappeared as they let out clear obvious moos under the muzzle, moaning with each thrust. Something was deeply wrong, and Sorez's fight or flight kicked in as he turned to run, only to feel his neck pricked, and everything went black... ~~~ Drawn by: MortarionLordOfDeath
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Story by Schuppenritter -------------------------- Training Protocol: Subject Lucario Subject #448.23: Lucario knelt in the center of the chamber, his legs held apart by a metal spread bar, his arms secured behind his back in firm cuffs. The leather straps connecting them to the harness around his chest spike ensured he remained in perfect posture, his trembling frame on full display, while his collar was just tight enough that he had difficulties breathing properly, especially through the ball gag they had forced on him. His chest rose and fell rapidly, soft muffled noises escaping past the firm ball gag that stretched his jaw. Drool had already begun to drip down his chin. Yet, despite the restraints, despite the rules drilled into his mind, his eyes still held defiance, a glint of resistance that hadn't been extinguished... yet. Rules: Never talk! Never misbehave! Never fight back! Never show anger! Never be ungrateful! This is what they told him, the staff of the facility, like his friends back in the tight group cells. He remembered them clearly; they couldn't sit for days. Even his boyfriend lost the lust for their secret acts. The pain he endured was just too much… especially after they strapped him to an examination table afterwards and tested multiple dildos on him, increasing tremendously in size. …They really know how to punish us… HOW IS THIS SUPPOSED TO MAKE US BETTER POKÉMON?! This sudden change in his mood was immediately caught by the cameras before his training had even truly started. A sharp electronic chime rang through the chamber. A voice echoed from hidden speakers in a calm, clinical, and emotionless manner: "SUBJECT 448.23, STAY IN TRAINING FACILITY ROOM 13B IS EXTENDED INDEFINITELY!" A cold shiver ran down his spine. His breath hitched. Panic threatened to rise. He needed to behave! Otherwise, he wouldn’t get out of there anytime soon. Slowly, he positioned his paws on his ass and started to stretch, his muscles already aching in anticipation. Another sudden announcement echoed through the chamber: "Subject 448.23, your posture is unsatisfactory. Correction required!" They forced Lucario to arch his ass even further, his thighs burning under the strain. His bottom was clenched, and it already hurt, but he obeyed… His heartbeat pounded in his chest. There was no other choice. But then, the real punishment began… One of the facility trainers stepped inside, carrying a huge plank. He loomed over Lucario, his gaze raking over the restrained body before him. “Let's see how you will look after our ‘training’!” he muttered, amusement dripping from his tone. With a swift, practiced motion, he brought the plank down. CRACK! A sharp, precise slap struck Lucario’s exposed bottom. The pain vibrated through his body. His muffled whimper barely made it past the gag before another strike landed, firmer this time. The trainers were methodical, ensuring each hit left a lingering sting, each moment stretched into an eternity of discipline and pain... But then, they realized.. HIS UNGRATEFUL WHIMPER! THATS AGAINST THE RULES!!! "Disobedience results in consequences, Subject 448.23." the next strike landed lower and heavier.. a direct, merciless slap to his vulnerable balls. "WHUMP!" His body jerked involuntarily against the restraints. A muffled cry escaped against the ball gag, "GUHHMPF!!" But he did not resist ! He could not resist !! The rules were absolute !!! " Subject 448.23! SHOW GRATITUDE!!! " The trainer leaned down, his voice like ice. “If you don’t show any gratefulness for your training, I will hit your balls again!” The pain forced Lucario into a slight, desperate smile in the hope of being spanked on his bottom instead. A pause .. The trainer took his time, admiring his trembling form, his bottom shivering under his touch. Seeing through his fake smile, he smirked. Lucario’s pulse thundered in his chest. The trainer hesitated… just for a moment. Then, his voice darkened. “Seems like you have to learn the quick, hard way. Maybe this will make you reconsider all the work we’ve put into you… and will put into you afterwards, hehe. Oh and that was a joke of course there will be many, manyyy heavy ball spanks just for you…” He leaped forward again, but this time, he didn’t hit just once, he launched into a frenzy of quick, repeated strikes, each one harsher than the last hitting his bottom and balls. "HMMPF!" "AMMMPF!" "AHHHMMPF!" "NNYAAAHH!!" "NGHAAAAHH!!" Tears welled up in Lucario’s eyes. His whole body convulsed against the restraints. The pain was unbearable, devastating. His bottom and testicles were flushed light red from all the spanks he had already endured. He shivered and panted heavily as best as he could... But like that, he disobeyed the rules once again.. A final sudden announcement rang through the room: "Disobedience results in consequences, Subject 448.23! THIS WAS YOUR LAST ATTEMPT!" "SUBJECT 448.23, STAY IN TRAINING FACILITY ROOM 13B IS EXTENDED PERMANENTLY!" "TRAINER 445.2 IS PROMOTED TO EXCLUSIVELY TRAIN SUBJECT 448.23. ACCESS TO DILDOS IS GRANTED." The trainer joyfully caressed Lucario’s ass. “Hmm, that means it’s just me and you from now on. Don’t worry!! the dildos will wait. You’re not nearly done with our spanking session.” The trainer takes another swing Another direct strike on his balls. Lucario’s eyes clinched, his fate was sealed …
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I totally forget to post the bottomless version that is the right fit for the story
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After the dust settled and the day was over from Leon's Christmas party he realized that he a lot of cleaning up to do, food, drinks, gift wrapping and all sorts of junk, stains and crap was left in his humble cabin house, it was going to be quite the tiring night of cleaning. Though as his friends and Lauren started heading out to get back to their homes across the globe, only one person remained standing, a very handsome fur covered shark dog man named Reece who had been standing by Leon's side the whole time during the party. He felt bad after being nearly the last one to leave that Leon would have to do so much cleaning, so he offered to stay and help out~ Leon tried to get Reece to go, after all it was starting to get late and leaving any later would expose one to the harsh cold elements of Alaska and it's fur piercing cold winds and possible snow. But the handsome equally tall shark dog insisted he stay, and possibly floated the idea of staying the night in the guest bedroom which brought a warm smile to Leon's cheeks and a soft warmth to his snow white cheeks, and although Reece fashioned his hair to cover his eyes, Leon was sure that those eyes were filled with joy~ So the two got to work cleaning up, washing dishes, throwing out countless garbage bags of nearly finished food, gift wrapping, boxes, champagne bottles and other liquor bottles and aluminum cans. By the end of the night proper, the two were all done, and both sweaty and steamy~ and it was indeed far too late for Reece to start driving back home. Thankfully Leon was more than willing to accept Reece at his house~ Leon gave Reece a proper house tour, showed him the guest bedroom and his own master bedroom, and the bathroom with shower in a separate room next to the guest bedroom, Leon's master bedroom thankfully came with its own separate bathroom. The duo decided to each take a shower and meet up after to maybe watch a movie or maybe turn in for the night, they'll decide later. But for now each mutt retreated to their room and prepared to shower. Leon closed his bedroom door behind him and let out a long laxed sigh, "what a long day, but I'm glad it worked out, it was nice to see everyone and I heard no complaints~" he thought to himself, slowly pulling off his top and sweater leaving himself nude from the waist up. He took a moment to look over his muscular body, sweat drops running down his chest. He stinked, in a good way of course..but he agreed we with his own thoughts that he needed a shower. However his body and mind kept him from just waddling over to said shower as he thought, thinking about Reece, and how close the two were during the party, and after. The shark dog was quite the handsome looking mug and Leon just couldn't help but feel a little warm in the stomach for him..a little too much as his silky white pants started to bulge forward with a growing arousal, "greaat ugh, what is wrong with me....maybe I can jerk one out real quick..." Leon thought to himself, as he just, stood there, staring down at his bulge and he started to unwork the button and zipper to those fancy pants, fingers manipulating around until those boxers were shoved down, and that throbbing red sweaty canine cock was flipped out, aching with need. But before Leon could relieve himself of his stress, and his mind from picturing Reece nude, Leon's bedroom door pushed open. A gasp from the white wolf as he turned to stare, and stare he did at exactly what his mind was trying to picture. Reece fully naked...he was, standing there looking over at Leon and his half dressed body, length throbbing between his open pants. Leon parted his maw to speak but found the words choking up in his throat, that and he didn't quite know what to say. Instead, his maw closed as Reece sauntered his way up to the mutt, causing him to back up into one of the walls of his room, back pressed~ Reece's hands slowly came up and rested on Leon's muscular abs, Leon's own arms instinctively reaching out to gently grab onto the shark dog's perfectly shaped boy hips. And the two exchanged some light words After the words were exchanged, Leon leaned forward to kiss his new found lover's lips, tasting him, feeling the size and thickness difference between their lips, tongues licking our like proper dogs~ lapping each other's lips and swapping a bit of drool. While the two dog boys began to frot~ realizing that they were both 6'5 and their hips were perfectly aligned, pressing their throbbing, pre dribbling lengths together, in order to get a bit dirtier before sharing a shower together...~ If you want the story to make more sense, I recommend checking out my FA page where I posted a sfw prequel to this, it's the party that is mentioned about, and mentioned in the dialogue between Reece and Leon in the actual image. Uploading SFW on e6 is kind of pointless, so I'm not sure I'm going to upload it here. :3 so yeah, check it out here ---> https://www.furaffinity.net/view/59998127/
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Can't Eat Just One An Auction pic, I won from Pandottermon ~ Feat. OC Boss Hoss My Kangaroo OC has a bit of an inferiority complex when it comes to sizing up the competition, as he dislikes it when others are more muscular compared to him. Hoss normally slim, trim and muscular in physique compared to the Kangaroo. While on a meet up with his friend he entices Boss Hoss to eat an Otter or two. He misleads and claims that otters are chock full of protein and other bodybuilding nutrients required to sustain ones build (a lie of course). Mischievous in nature the otters become interested in the idea of fattening up the proud horse. the first few go down easy, putting up no struggle for their freedom (as they enjoy the warm squishy innards of one bigger than themselves, are very difficult to digest). As his belly balloons bigger, and bigger, Hoss begins to doubt the lies of his companion. All the while he finds it difficult to stop as he feels compelled to eat more. Must be a side effect of not feeling full with otters in one's belly. Hoss continues to sate his hunger, unfearful the consequences that await him when he returns home with a belly as round as a wrecking ball. Art by the very talented Pandottermon
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Story by Schuppenritter ----------------------- Hydrax moved cautiously through the eerie moorland, claws pressing into the damp, spongy earth. The scent of decay and stagnant water clung to his nostrils, but he pushed forward. he had no choice. His tamer had abandoned him..... left him alone to wander, searching for something, anything to call home again. Loneliness gnawed at him, sinking deep into his bones, but something else slithered in alongside it… something deeper, more insidious. A whisper, soft and distant, curled around the edges of his mind, beckoning him forward. He shivered. the trees stood lifeless toward the sky like frozen claws and yet… some bushes still had leaves, rustling gently. It seemed so unnatural... so unsettling.a stillness hung in the air, nearly suffocating him mental. no birds. no insects. just a (sexy) hydrax and the sound of his own breathing... He let out a sharp breath, a wary trill escaping his throat as his muscles tightened. A chill crept down his spine, settling deep in his gut.. something was wrong! He could feel it, an unshakable presence lingering just out of sight, watching, stalking…. He wasn’t alone. Was he being hunted? Is he the prey? his nostrils flared, breath quickening. His tail lashed behind him, while flexing his claws. It felt like something unseen circled him, a dark presence pressing in from all sides, yet there was nothing. Then out of nowhere, while stepping on a thick root SNAP Before he could react, the root coiled around his ankle. and tightened. "what is tha…ARGHhh!!" His body jerked as it lashed around his ankle, yanking his leg from beneath him. he crashed forward, chest slamming against the rough bark of an ancient tree. "Hnghhh… HELP!!!!!" Claws scraped at the trunk, his breath hitching as he fought for balance, but another root snapped around his other leg and he got yanked back. “..L..LET ME OUT!!!” He kicked wildly, his muscles flexing, but the wood moved unnaturally, dragging him closer to the gaping maw of the tree. "y..you …wont g..get me li..like THAT!!” ,his tail thrashed, while his body twisting violently, but the unseen force wouldn't relent. The roots keep pulling him closer and closer His upper half being forced inside a natural hole in the lower half of a ancient tree "hnngh….please i..i can’t… too tig..." The bark squeezed tight around his torso, his arms trapped at his sides within the constricting space. The wood pressed hard, rough against his scales, and when he jerked, it only tightened. "No...nnngh let me out!!" His legs dangled helplessly outside the tree, muscles straining as he kicked. His tail flicked, desperate, but the tree’s grip was relentless. The struggle and the pressure against his pinned body sent some kind of heat through him. His cock peaked out of his slit, slightly twitching. His breath hitched, the friction IMPOSSIBLE to ignore. "NNRAAH!!!!! STOP..T.TEASING ME.. ..” the rough bark grinding against his cock. it didnt took long.. He was hard. Really hard and this strange force wants him to stay erected and even worse...the bark pressure intensified keeping him on edge. "Hhhhaah!!" His breath stuttered and his body trembling. the more he struggled, the tighter it got. "Nngh!!! damn it!! STOP!!", desperate jerks against the unyielding force, but it only made it worse. Every motion rubbed him against the bark, teasing and tormenting... panting, he tried to twist against the hold, fighting, but it was no use. The tree held him precisely restrained and exposed. Not just for itself. For whoever or whatever might find him. He was a living lure "krhhhhhaah… HELP!!" No one would hear. No one was coming. Hours passed, stretching endlessly, each minute dragging heavier than the last. He tried, he struggled, but every attempt of him moving a inch led him back to the same result. No matter how hard he fought, how desperately he clawed at his surroundings, there was no way out. the bark only tightens, making his air grew heavier, dread settled deep in his chest. There was no escape. The wood was too strong. He was trapped here for a reason... to lure others into using him and join the same fate. The tree left him like this, bound and presented… ..while being embarrassingly erected but nobody came, he also wasn’t allowed “to come” atleast during the day.. But for what purpose? Did it hold him there? The sky darkened and mist grew heavier. Something in the air changed. The ground rumbled. The roots moved. Night had come. And with it, the moor awakened... claiming its new victim and his seeds...
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Story by Senorpaco36d from source https://www.furaffinity.net/view/51013172 High Stakes High Seas Nightfall was setting in across the smallport town, most businesses turning off their lights, all except for one local tavern, the sounds of generic merriment frozen like a broken record as one voice boomed above the rest. “CMON! DOUBLE ER NOTHING! I DARE YA!” A small crowd was gathering around a table at the bar, a deck of playing cards were laid out for a round of Texas Holdem with two massive shark ladies at the seats. One was calm and cool, her hand a full house and all of the cash on the table stacked neatly next to her cards. This was Abby. She was gorgeous to anybody with eyes, at least 7 feet tall, slender frame, and a beautiful hide of white and red as smooth as the look on her face was smug. A head of jet black hair that could only be described as intentionally messy matched her glossy, black lipstick, curled into a smile as she leaned her head on her hand, staring at her opponent. Across from her stood the other player, her frame bulky and solid, muscles bulging like steel cables under a hide of yellowish-tan scales, fading to white on her chest. This was Kira, a local hothead with a streak of violence and intimidation, though surprisingly, no outstanding warrants. The standing shark was barking and growling, claiming foul play, only making Abby chuckle to herself as she looked at the table, waiting for Kira to calm down a bit before responding. “Double what sweetie? You already HAVE nothing! What are you going to bet?” Abby cooed, the slender shark leaning back in her chair as she taunted, it was VERY easy to pull Kira around once she got angry, the brawny shark usually acting well before any thought. Kira pulled off her shirt to reveal a barely fitting bra underneath, slamming the shirt on the table and shouting “How about this! If I run out of clothes before I get my money back I’ll let you spend the night with me!” Abby had to blink a couple times, staring up at the mostly topless form across the table from her. Scars littered the newly exposed body, not much of a surprise given Kira’s record, ranging from little more than scuffs of her sandy-yellow scales to DEEP cuts that looked borderline life threatening. Adding to that intimidating physique were Kira’s muscles, abs just as tight as her arms, powerful shoulders and sculpted sides now visible for everyone to see. A few gasps and mutters started to fill the air as Abby got a hold of herself, grabbing the deck and shuffling again. “Alright alright, sit back down and we’ll get started~” The scowl on Kira’s face turned into a wide, toothy smile, she had finally found a way to make Abby show her tell. Cards hit the table and Kira’s smile only grew, the shark standing back up to unclip her belt, lifting her ‘skirt’ up into the air to let it drop to the table “I’ll raise~” Gasps and murmurs started to fill the bar as Abby sat there stunned. Under Kira’s rock hard abs was a MASSIVE endowment, just as thick as the bulky shark’s well-worked forearms and it was only half-hard! Abby found herself staring at it, watching it sway as Kira shifted her hips, the slender shark unintentionally licking her lips as she saw those heavy, leathery nuts hang behind that swaying shaft. Each one had to be at LEAST the size of her fists! “I’ll take that as a forfeit~” Kira growled, barely giving poor Abby a chance to look up before that mass of bulk was FLUNG at her. Abby hit the ground with a SLAM, her head cushioned by something but still a bit shaken. With a groan she opened her eyes to see Kira’s, staring down at her, those brilliant emerald eyes focused to a slit at their new prey, captured and pinned. “I, uhm W-WAIT A SECO-MMF!” Just as Abby’s thoughts returned to her, her words were cut off by a hand gripping around the back of her head, her face pulled up to meet Kira’s in a maw-locking kiss. Abby’s eyes started to flutter shut as she was forced to stare into the sheer intensity of Kira’s gaze, but the feeling of a foreign tongue invading and filling her mouth so suddenly wasn’t the biggest problem. Abby could feel Kira’s free hand dive down and TEAR her own shorts apart, the feeling of her body being laid bare in front of everyone was making her mind race and the FEELING of Kira’s dick, grinding against her own as they both started to grow was exquisite. After what felt like a lightheaded eternity, Kira finally pulled away from the kiss, licking her smiling lips as she slapped her now fully engorged cock against Abby’s stomach. “Well well, didn’t know you were hiding something too~ Doesn’t matter though, I was planning on knocking you up the second you sat down~” While Abby had a good head of height on Kira standing up, down south was a different question. Both of the sharks were well endowed to say the least, around a foot and a half of length to the both of them. Only difference was Kira’s GIRTH. Kira’s member was thick, blunt-headed and had a FAT medial ring, the bulky shark’s size made Abby nervous even as she watched Kira pull her hips back, slowly sliding that dick between her legs, marking her crotch with a few thick spurts of precum. Just as Abby was getting her thoughts together to try and argue against getting pinned down in the middle of a barroom floor she felt two fingertips haphazardly SHOVE themselves into her ass. Kira had been kind enough to lube the digits with a bit of her own pre but that was all the kindness she was going to express. A growling coo started to rumble from the bulkier shark’s chest as she lowered her head to tease her breath on Abby’s neck, a slight tickle of a bite teasing the taller shark as those fingers started to stretch and thrust, preparing Abby for the breeding to come. “You ready for me hot stuff?” Kira growled as she pulled away her fingers, leaving Abby’s ass juuuust stretched enough to gape oh so slightly. Abby’s voice caught in her throat as she felt the thick, blunt tip of Kira’s member press against her slightly prepped hole, the bulky girl sitting upright and grabbing onto Abby’s knees, hoisting them over her shoulders to make that beautiful, plump ass rise up off the bar floor. “F-fuck~” was all that Abby could make out as she looked around, her hands covering her face a bit before a firm, strong hand gripped under her chin, turning her attention back to the emerald beauty in Kira’s eyes. Something about that gaze made Abby relax a bit, her head nodding to give Kira the go-ahead, only for her to instantly regret doing so. Kira’s face went from a soft, almost intimate glance into an intense, demonic stare. Her eyes seemed to tint red as a toothy smile split her face ear to ear, her arms SQUEEZING around Abby’s thighs as she RAMMED herself forward. The crowd let out a mix of flinching hisses and surprised gasps. Half of Kira’s dick sunk its way into Abby’s gut, the slender shark’s beautifully smooth belly now bulging with an outline of Kira’s cocktip. The only thing that saved Abby from getting the full thing lodged into her all at once was the thick medial ring now pulsing at her over stretched hole, the slender shark gasping and clenching her fists as Kira let out a groan. The bulge in Abby’s gut slowly receded as Kira pulled back. “H-hold on, let me get used to IT!” Abby screamed and pounded her fist into the floor, Kira’s powerful hips SLAMMING forward again to STRETCH the poor girl’s ass around her medial ring with a soft POP. Abby’s vision went white for a moment, her body clenching and struggling to get used to the girthy intrusion breaking into her but if her own erection was anything to go off of, she was LOVING it. Another slamming THRUST made the slender shark let out a loud moan, her cock bouncing off of the forceful bulge being shot into her belly. Kira’s hands wrapped under Abby’s ass, supporting those supple cheeks in the air to pull them into her next THRUST, finally bottoming out into the taller shark, letting out a groan as she felt Abby’s body clench and writhe around her size. “Mmmf~ Took ya long enough! Now hows about we get ROUGH?!” “T-this isn’t r-rough?!” Abby stuttered, barely able to get the words out before throwing her head back, the intense rutting from those powerful hips pounding every inch of Kira’s dick in and out of her guts was dizzying to say the least but all her comment did was get her a pair of strong hands wrapping around her ankles. Kira’s legs straightened up, leveraging Abby’s body like she was folding a pretzel, bending the poor girl over upon herself until she could see Kira’s hands, still clutching her ankles, pinned on either side of her head! The pose made Abby feel nauseous full, her curled back making that fat fuckpole press deeper than she had ever felt before, her breath coming in short gasps as she had no choice but to stare up at Kira’s wild smile again, the burly shark’s short white hair ruffled and tossed even more haphazardly than usual. Then the thrusting began. Abby was so distracted with the change in position she had almost forgotten that Kira was trying to tear her in half with the power of her hips. “AAAH!” Abby moaned, her eyes rolling in her head. The constant, crushing punishment to her prostate had finally pushed her past the tipping point, the slender shark’s cock twitching and spurting its load, hands free, all over her chest, no doubt ruining her top with a thick load of shark jizz. Abby wasn’t allowed to enjoy the afterglow though, the monster that had just milked that load out of her hissed deeply, Kira’s teeth clenching as she felt Abby’s insides do the same, squeezing around her, trying to milk her as well. Abby’s lust-filled daze was broken as she felt her lower chest BULGE, her head flicking down to see that Kira’s cockhead was FLARING inside of her, completing that perfect outline in her belly. “F-FUCK!” Kira growled, her final thrust SLAMMING down to fully bottom out into Abby’s ass, her tail THRASHING against the floor to get as much force into that thrust as she could. Abby’s vision went white again as she felt the slam of that impact, convinced that Kira had just broken her spine before a sudden PUNCH to her gut made her fully see stars. Kira’s load hit like a TRUCK, thick ropes firing off into Abby’s gut, slowly deforming that cock outline with a sloshy belly of shark pups. Two…four… eight thick, gut-punching spurts in, Kira pulled her hips back and SLAPPED her tail again, giving one final, tavern-shaking thrust. Abby’s belly felt so full, the shark gagging and instinctively raising her hands to cover her mouth, a twin jet of seed just as powerful as Kira’s spurts SHOT from the not-so-slender anymore shark’s nose, Abby’s eyes rolling in her head as she started to black out, seed pouring from the corners of her mouth with every powerful pulse of that ass-wrecking dick. After what had to be half an hour of unloading, Kira slowly pulled herself off of Abby’s body, POPPING her still semi-inflated flare from the absolutely WRECKED ass it had just claimed. The burly shark grabbed her shirt from the poker table, wiping the sweat from her face before throwing it over her shoulder. “I’ll make sure she gets home alright~” She assured the stunned-silent crowd. The recently loud tavern had fallen completely silent, simply watching as Kira scooped up her newly claimed mate, easily lifting the now MUCH heavier shark and carrying her upstairs. It wasn’t long until the still-silent tavern would start to hear the sound of a bed slamming against the floor, bouncing from the force being slammed into it. Poor Abby was in for a long night…
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Story by Senorpaco36d from source https://www.furaffinity.net/view/51013172 High Stakes High Seas Nightfall was setting in across the smallport town, most businesses turning off their lights, all except for one local tavern, the sounds of generic merriment frozen like a broken record as one voice boomed above the rest. “CMON! DOUBLE ER NOTHING! I DARE YA!” A small crowd was gathering around a table at the bar, a deck of playing cards were laid out for a round of Texas Holdem with two massive shark ladies at the seats. One was calm and cool, her hand a full house and all of the cash on the table stacked neatly next to her cards. This was Abby. She was gorgeous to anybody with eyes, at least 7 feet tall, slender frame, and a beautiful hide of white and red as smooth as the look on her face was smug. A head of jet black hair that could only be described as intentionally messy matched her glossy, black lipstick, curled into a smile as she leaned her head on her hand, staring at her opponent. Across from her stood the other player, her frame bulky and solid, muscles bulging like steel cables under a hide of yellowish-tan scales, fading to white on her chest. This was Kira, a local hothead with a streak of violence and intimidation, though surprisingly, no outstanding warrants. The standing shark was barking and growling, claiming foul play, only making Abby chuckle to herself as she looked at the table, waiting for Kira to calm down a bit before responding. “Double what sweetie? You already HAVE nothing! What are you going to bet?” Abby cooed, the slender shark leaning back in her chair as she taunted, it was VERY easy to pull Kira around once she got angry, the brawny shark usually acting well before any thought. Kira pulled off her shirt to reveal a barely fitting bra underneath, slamming the shirt on the table and shouting “How about this! If I run out of clothes before I get my money back I’ll let you spend the night with me!” Abby had to blink a couple times, staring up at the mostly topless form across the table from her. Scars littered the newly exposed body, not much of a surprise given Kira’s record, ranging from little more than scuffs of her sandy-yellow scales to DEEP cuts that looked borderline life threatening. Adding to that intimidating physique were Kira’s muscles, abs just as tight as her arms, powerful shoulders and sculpted sides now visible for everyone to see. A few gasps and mutters started to fill the air as Abby got a hold of herself, grabbing the deck and shuffling again. “Alright alright, sit back down and we’ll get started~” The scowl on Kira’s face turned into a wide, toothy smile, she had finally found a way to make Abby show her tell. Cards hit the table and Kira’s smile only grew, the shark standing back up to unclip her belt, lifting her ‘skirt’ up into the air to let it drop to the table “I’ll raise~” Gasps and murmurs started to fill the bar as Abby sat there stunned. Under Kira’s rock hard abs was a MASSIVE endowment, just as thick as the bulky shark’s well-worked forearms and it was only half-hard! Abby found herself staring at it, watching it sway as Kira shifted her hips, the slender shark unintentionally licking her lips as she saw those heavy, leathery nuts hang behind that swaying shaft. Each one had to be at LEAST the size of her fists! “I’ll take that as a forfeit~” Kira growled, barely giving poor Abby a chance to look up before that mass of bulk was FLUNG at her. Abby hit the ground with a SLAM, her head cushioned by something but still a bit shaken. With a groan she opened her eyes to see Kira’s, staring down at her, those brilliant emerald eyes focused to a slit at their new prey, captured and pinned. “I, uhm W-WAIT A SECO-MMF!” Just as Abby’s thoughts returned to her, her words were cut off by a hand gripping around the back of her head, her face pulled up to meet Kira’s in a maw-locking kiss. Abby’s eyes started to flutter shut as she was forced to stare into the sheer intensity of Kira’s gaze, but the feeling of a foreign tongue invading and filling her mouth so suddenly wasn’t the biggest problem. Abby could feel Kira’s free hand dive down and TEAR her own shorts apart, the feeling of her body being laid bare in front of everyone was making her mind race and the FEELING of Kira’s dick, grinding against her own as they both started to grow was exquisite. After what felt like a lightheaded eternity, Kira finally pulled away from the kiss, licking her smiling lips as she slapped her now fully engorged cock against Abby’s stomach. “Well well, didn’t know you were hiding something too~ Doesn’t matter though, I was planning on knocking you up the second you sat down~” While Abby had a good head of height on Kira standing up, down south was a different question. Both of the sharks were well endowed to say the least, around a foot and a half of length to the both of them. Only difference was Kira’s GIRTH. Kira’s member was thick, blunt-headed and had a FAT medial ring, the bulky shark’s size made Abby nervous even as she watched Kira pull her hips back, slowly sliding that dick between her legs, marking her crotch with a few thick spurts of precum. Just as Abby was getting her thoughts together to try and argue against getting pinned down in the middle of a barroom floor she felt two fingertips haphazardly SHOVE themselves into her ass. Kira had been kind enough to lube the digits with a bit of her own pre but that was all the kindness she was going to express. A growling coo started to rumble from the bulkier shark’s chest as she lowered her head to tease her breath on Abby’s neck, a slight tickle of a bite teasing the taller shark as those fingers started to stretch and thrust, preparing Abby for the breeding to come. “You ready for me hot stuff?” Kira growled as she pulled away her fingers, leaving Abby’s ass juuuust stretched enough to gape oh so slightly. Abby’s voice caught in her throat as she felt the thick, blunt tip of Kira’s member press against her slightly prepped hole, the bulky girl sitting upright and grabbing onto Abby’s knees, hoisting them over her shoulders to make that beautiful, plump ass rise up off the bar floor. “F-fuck~” was all that Abby could make out as she looked around, her hands covering her face a bit before a firm, strong hand gripped under her chin, turning her attention back to the emerald beauty in Kira’s eyes. Something about that gaze made Abby relax a bit, her head nodding to give Kira the go-ahead, only for her to instantly regret doing so. Kira’s face went from a soft, almost intimate glance into an intense, demonic stare. Her eyes seemed to tint red as a toothy smile split her face ear to ear, her arms SQUEEZING around Abby’s thighs as she RAMMED herself forward. The crowd let out a mix of flinching hisses and surprised gasps. Half of Kira’s dick sunk its way into Abby’s gut, the slender shark’s beautifully smooth belly now bulging with an outline of Kira’s cocktip. The only thing that saved Abby from getting the full thing lodged into her all at once was the thick medial ring now pulsing at her over stretched hole, the slender shark gasping and clenching her fists as Kira let out a groan. The bulge in Abby’s gut slowly receded as Kira pulled back. “H-hold on, let me get used to IT!” Abby screamed and pounded her fist into the floor, Kira’s powerful hips SLAMMING forward again to STRETCH the poor girl’s ass around her medial ring with a soft POP. Abby’s vision went white for a moment, her body clenching and struggling to get used to the girthy intrusion breaking into her but if her own erection was anything to go off of, she was LOVING it. Another slamming THRUST made the slender shark let out a loud moan, her cock bouncing off of the forceful bulge being shot into her belly. Kira’s hands wrapped under Abby’s ass, supporting those supple cheeks in the air to pull them into her next THRUST, finally bottoming out into the taller shark, letting out a groan as she felt Abby’s body clench and writhe around her size. “Mmmf~ Took ya long enough! Now hows about we get ROUGH?!” “T-this isn’t r-rough?!” Abby stuttered, barely able to get the words out before throwing her head back, the intense rutting from those powerful hips pounding every inch of Kira’s dick in and out of her guts was dizzying to say the least but all her comment did was get her a pair of strong hands wrapping around her ankles. Kira’s legs straightened up, leveraging Abby’s body like she was folding a pretzel, bending the poor girl over upon herself until she could see Kira’s hands, still clutching her ankles, pinned on either side of her head! The pose made Abby feel nauseous full, her curled back making that fat fuckpole press deeper than she had ever felt before, her breath coming in short gasps as she had no choice but to stare up at Kira’s wild smile again, the burly shark’s short white hair ruffled and tossed even more haphazardly than usual. Then the thrusting began. Abby was so distracted with the change in position she had almost forgotten that Kira was trying to tear her in half with the power of her hips. “AAAH!” Abby moaned, her eyes rolling in her head. The constant, crushing punishment to her prostate had finally pushed her past the tipping point, the slender shark’s cock twitching and spurting its load, hands free, all over her chest, no doubt ruining her top with a thick load of shark jizz. Abby wasn’t allowed to enjoy the afterglow though, the monster that had just milked that load out of her hissed deeply, Kira’s teeth clenching as she felt Abby’s insides do the same, squeezing around her, trying to milk her as well. Abby’s lust-filled daze was broken as she felt her lower chest BULGE, her head flicking down to see that Kira’s cockhead was FLARING inside of her, completing that perfect outline in her belly. “F-FUCK!” Kira growled, her final thrust SLAMMING down to fully bottom out into Abby’s ass, her tail THRASHING against the floor to get as much force into that thrust as she could. Abby’s vision went white again as she felt the slam of that impact, convinced that Kira had just broken her spine before a sudden PUNCH to her gut made her fully see stars. Kira’s load hit like a TRUCK, thick ropes firing off into Abby’s gut, slowly deforming that cock outline with a sloshy belly of shark pups. Two…four… eight thick, gut-punching spurts in, Kira pulled her hips back and SLAPPED her tail again, giving one final, tavern-shaking thrust. Abby’s belly felt so full, the shark gagging and instinctively raising her hands to cover her mouth, a twin jet of seed just as powerful as Kira’s spurts SHOT from the not-so-slender anymore shark’s nose, Abby’s eyes rolling in her head as she started to black out, seed pouring from the corners of her mouth with every powerful pulse of that ass-wrecking dick. After what had to be half an hour of unloading, Kira slowly pulled herself off of Abby’s body, POPPING her still semi-inflated flare from the absolutely WRECKED ass it had just claimed. The burly shark grabbed her shirt from the poker table, wiping the sweat from her face before throwing it over her shoulder. “I’ll make sure she gets home alright~” She assured the stunned-silent crowd. The recently loud tavern had fallen completely silent, simply watching as Kira scooped up her newly claimed mate, easily lifting the now MUCH heavier shark and carrying her upstairs. It wasn’t long until the still-silent tavern would start to hear the sound of a bed slamming against the floor, bouncing from the force being slammed into it. Poor Abby was in for a long night…
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Warm sands and a light breeze accompanied Xander as he gazed out into the vast seas surrounding the island. The small beach, a practical haven compared to the rough seas and ragged coastline miles on either side. It was a small haven, boasting an array of wildlife, including Corsola, Sandyghast, and Pyukumuku, which calmly roamed the shores. Watching the Sea Cucumber Pokémon shift about the sands, content to have found a spot where it wouldn't be chucked back into the saltwater, Xander frowned. "Never understood why people think it's okay to mess with you lot. You and Pinchurchin seem to get bullied endlessly, although you're quite adorable." The water type squeaked at him, seeming to thank him for the compliment, drawing a smile from the human-ditto hybrid. 'To think, this would've been gone and another ugly hotel put up in it's place.' The male had kept his eye on the large parcel of land, considering it was next door to his own beloved homestead. He and his ladies had grown to cherish the hectares of land, assisting in keeping the trails and beaches clean of any litter. In recompense, the owner of said land, a kindly if frail looking Gumshoos gentleman, had granted them full access to the spot. He'd mentioned that in his old age, he couldn't enjoy the sights and sounds of nature anymore, thus he'd like for someone he trusted to enjoy them in his stead, while continuing to take care of the parcel. Granted, Xander hadn't missed the normal type sneaking glances at his wives, the Gumshoos clearly not afraid to admire the beautiful women before him. He'd even pulled the human aside, saying "You've gone and made quite the home for yourself. I can't say I'm not envious of you, but my years of being wild are far behind me. Treat them right, you hear?" That was the last time they'd seen him. The gentle normal type passed in his sleep a week after, much to their surprise. A celebration of the Gumshoos' life had been held shortly afterwards, the denizens of the small island community sharing a toast, tears, and laughter for the departed Steakout Pokémon. Magnolia was the one to point out a very sour looking Snubbull woman, her city attire very out of place. She had been quick to declare that she was the Gumshoos' daughter, the one who had moved away and cut ties with him over two decades ago. Now she was back, eager to see what the old man had left her. "If he had any sense left, he'd make me the owner of that beachfront. It's worth so much money, and the resorts would bring some much needed civilization to this dump." Xander had held his hands on Eris' and Asta's shoulders, given the two women looked ready to pummel the fairy type into a fine dust. As much as it hurt him to hear her views of their home, that was her right, although he'd mentioned offhandedly to the Snubbull "I'd suggest keeping your thoughts to yourself. You may be free to speak your opinion, but that doesn't guarantee freedom from consequences." The fairy type rolled her eyes, looking to him with a huff, then smirking at Eris and Asta. Lifting a finger, she pointed at them, a snarl on her face. "Keep your bi-" Like lightning, Xander had dashed in-front of the Snubbull, fist inches away from her ugly muzzle. "Insult me if you want, but don't you dare say anything derogatory about my wives. Lest you desire to be buried here, along with your far better father." Thankfully, cooler heads soon gained control, the Snubbull realizing her polarizing comment just seconds ago had nixed any support she may have had from the others present. "Xander! You coming dear?" The sweet voice of Eris snapped him from his thoughts, the human heading to her. Scaling a small dune, the male froze, eyes soaking in the pure, amazing sight he had before him. His wives, Asta, Brynn, Orianna, Yevette, Magnolia, Eris, Zoe, and Valentina, lay stretched out on their towels. Being used to spending their days in the buff, the buxom women had their bodies on full display, soaking up the suns rays as they chatted amongst each other. "Holy Arceus." Xander gulped, searing this image into his mind. 'If only the rest of the women were able to join. I think I would die and be happy, seeing all of them splayed out like this, enjoying themselves. It's so beautiful and sexy.' "Hoho~ Lucky man indeed, son." Xander glanced to his right, swearing he saw the old Gumshoos giving him two thumbs up. "Take care of them, and this place, please." Like that, he vanished, the human blinking and rubbing his eyes. "Heh, don't you worry. You left the land in my family's possession, given that we keep it the same way." Returning his gaze to his beloved women, he traipsed down the hill, eager to nestle within their warm and sweet confines. Brushing their pelts, massaging their bodies, and maybe getting intimate, it was everything he'd ever hope for. ________________________________________ Beautiful artwork of several ladies from the Hofmiester harem, done by hierophant_green Pokemon, Lucario, Absol, Mega_Absol, Houndoom, Mega_Houndoom, Thievul, Zoroark, Hisui_Zoroark, and Mightyena are ©, TM, etc., by: Nintendo, Game Freak, and The Pokémon Company. The ladies pictured (Asta, Eris, Zoe, Valentina, Orianna, Magnolia, Brynn, Yevette) are mine.
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[…and after] Perhaps going through the entire bottle of the 1945 Romanée-Conti wasn’t the best idea for the evening… financially either… though, Edward decided to keep that little detail to himself. The bottle was good, but it seems to have knocked them out. They never even made it to the bed. Ed glanced over towards the TV, which was still on and playing some reruns of a show he’s never heard of. On the wall behind the TV hung an elegant but simple analog clock that read quarter-past four in the morning. Sleeping on the hard marble floor with nothing but a thin blanket and a couple pillows was wreaking havoc on his back. Ed moved to sit up when he was halted by the sudden awareness of a weight pinning down his right arm in the form of a sleeping fox. Jessi grumbled sleepily at the movement and snuggled closer into Ed’s side. Suddenly, Ed didn’t feel so much pain in his back anymore… Suddenly, he didn’t feel like going anywhere… Suddenly… sleeping on the floor didn’t sound so bad…
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Titled "I have an idea" From the artist: Story A jazz quartet provided background ambient music as Princess Luna slowly walked away from the main part of the festivities. Tonight was another of the parties and social gatherings that occurred routinely at the Royal Palace in Canterlot. Having performed her required social duties to Equestria the Prussian Blue alicorn now was on a personal mission and was searching for a particular pony. She found that pony standing by one of the open bars located around the periphery of the gathering. Even in a crowd of glamorous, handsome, and beautiful ponies Fleur Dis Lee stood out in Luna's eyes. For this evening the white unicorn was wearing a delicious little black satin dress that flattered curvaceous figure and long limbs. It also worked well with the stout leather collar around her neck. The mare was standing by the bar slowly swirling a glass of champagne in her right hand. She smiled as the Princess walked up to her. She then gave a brief but proper bow to the Co-Ruler of Equestria. Formalities out of the way Fleur smiled and spoke. "Your Highness. I hope you are having a most pleasant and enjoyable evening?" Fleur and Luna had for a while been cultivating in private a more intimate relationship, but in settings like this the two mares continued to maintain the trappings of a formal interaction. Luna reached out with her telekinesis levitated a champagne flute over to her, and then proceeded to fill it from an already opened bottle. She took a sip before speaking. "Oh the evening is going quite smoothly. They almost always do; which means one formal dinner, ball, or reception just blurs into the next until the become a continuous mass of platitudes and posing. With ponies strut around like peacocks on display. After a while it actually becomes quite tedious!" Fleur Dis Lee giggled softly. "Well they say. 'Heavy is the head that wears the crown.' I fear this a burden you must bear your Highness." Luna looked at the lilac maned mare with a raised eyebrow. "I well this evening your Princess is seeking something different and more adventurous! In fact I have an idea!" The alicorn suddenly draped her right arm over Fleur's shoulder and leaned forward and whispered something in her ear. The unicorn's eyes went wide and her body tensed. With her arm still on the mare Luna smiled. "Interested dear?" The mare silently nodded her head in response. Luna's horn glowed again and a fresh bottle of champagne floated out of nearby ice bucket. Then a the two were enveloped in a globe of night and then vanished. This is commission piece I did for Grand Moff Pony. The little story I just told is something I came up with while working on the piece and is not canon to any possible stories the client might have come up or will write in the future. I hope you like what you see. Please help make more art like this possible by supporting me at Patreon
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“And Now, My Balls Hurt.” [Shitpost/Vore] [Now With Story!] https://www.furaffinity.net/view/59937616/ Oreo C. Milkshake new better than to get another Dark Magic book from Trixie, considering the last interactions the two had with one another. It only lead to the horned mare running unnecessary errands just to get something lousy in return. After all those pointless and obsolete tasks, she finally got the few books that she wanted. Trixie claimed that these Dark Magic books were stronger than the Princesses combined... Oreo, of course skeptical of this claim, accepted the books albeit begrudgingly as she didn't want to go home empty hoofed. Oreo arrives back to her home in Manhattan, and using her keys to enter. She takes one deep breath in, then out before throwing the books onto the wooden floor with negligence, the thought of doubt still lingering in her mind about these books that were powerful, quote unquote. She thinks about it for a moment, thinking of giving this the benefit of the doubt and trying it out or toss it in the corner. Her mind visions back to those dreadful errands, overriding her doubt and lets out a long sigh. Her sharp horn flows a bright pink, levitating the books with the pages flipping simultaneously and preparing for the ritual. "Hmmm..." Oreo hummed, "Pick a realm of my choice... This shouldn't be too hard..." Oreo presumes, waving her hoof within the air to summon open a greyish blue portal, emitting an eerie sound upon its opening. The white coat pony looks up, and then back down at her book once more to read the rest of the spell. "Ooookaay... Then I... Oh my Celestia... Seriously?" Oreo groans at the next instruction was. She had to place her... Member... Or at least the tip of it, inside of the portal. It's not like anypony was looking, except for the individual on the opposite end of course. She couldn't help but to feel her muzzle redden up in embarrassment, this has to be one of the most foul requirements in a spell she had to provide for. "Whatever..." Oreo rolls her eyes before standing up on her hind legs, looking down at her sheath along with her balls that were resting on top of her floorboards. Her size was rather... questionable to say the least, a size nopony should really have but here she is; her balls being the size of yoga balls and emitting a musk that particularly didn't smell bad but not really good either. The greyish white coated mare waits for her to get... Somewhat aroused for this requirement, with the head pushing out slowly but surely. Soon enough half the length coming out of it, and then all of it in its full glory. Her thick rod occasionally twitches with the veins pulsating on the sides of it, now her room stanked with her musk it almost made Oreo's nose wrinkle at her own scent. "I'll take a shower later..." Oreo thought out loud. "Okay, back to the book... What else does it say... So I just... Push it in the portal to the desire realm... And wait for a tug...?" The mare raises an eyebrow at the last part of that step, but all she could do is shrug. She was becoming more and more impatient by the second, and more concerned about the results than the process at the moment. Oreo moves her hind legs to approach the portal with her cock pushed inside the portal with the glowiness surrounding the base. "So I just... Wait?" Meanwhile... The portal she opened to was the human world, but not with human counterparts. This portal actually opened within someone's bedroom, and the person on the other side witnessed with utter awe, shock... There was just no other word describing this phenomenon. This human... Was named Dalton. And there wasn't much to say about him, besides being more on the heavy side with random tendencies of having out of pocket statements. Once he became face to face... Or face to shaft with this member... "WHAT THE ACTUAL FU—" Before he can even defend himself, his face was enveloped by the cock hole, nothing but a dark, deep abyss lying ahead. Nothing but a narrow tunnel drenched with genital fluid. "MMMNNMFG!? NNN—" "Huh?" Oreo gets snapped out of her train of thought, she dozed off for a quick second as she felt a tug. Just as the book described. She hurriedly flips the pages of her book using her magic. "Okay okay, so... Once you feel the tug... I just... Do this?" Bewildered by the instructions, she does as told by moving her hips and member back and forth in a thrusting manner. Causing the being on the other end, Dalton, to slide further inside of her shaft. It was an odd sensation to the mare, exactly what was happening; as if someone or something pushing inside of her shaft. It felt big, causing her cock to distend and stretch, it must've been a big catch! For Dalton unfortunately, her cock walls had a fleshy tight grip around his body with no choice but to go deeper and deeper. No matter how much he wriggled he didn't stand a chance at the mere strength of the pony. He struggled with all his will and tried to fight with all his might, but it remained futile no matter how much he plead or fight against it. Even with the assistance of his friends that were in the bedroom with Dalton, it didn't do any good. "N...nnngh..." Oreo softly pants at the whole ordeal, trying to resist of rolling her dotted eyes to the back of her head. It was something she never really experienced before, or rather not in this method. Her cock raises straight up, pulsating as she kept bucking her hips in and out of the portal in attempts to trap her morsel inside the wet depths of her member. Her member relentlessly bulging, stretching and bulking out to such a goofy extent. "F..f...fuck..." Oreo barely mutters out. Back to Dalton, he was trapped with nowhere to go besides the beating sounds of the member pulsating around his heavy form. It just kept getting tighter the further he went down, his body drenched and soaked by the confinements of her member, it was even making audible shlurps and slurks the more he went down, he was almost there too. Oreo thrust her hips a few more times until whatever that was, finally landed within the tightness of her balls, causing it to swell up from the size. "Phew... That was... MMMF—" Oreo gets cut off by whatever being she just grabbed struggling within her balls, causing her to tumble backwards a bit. Dalton, however, was of course held captive and stored in the pony's sack. The walls kept him snugged within there with semen falling on top of him while with him laying down on top of the puddle underneath him. He desperately tries to push his hands, kicks his feet and thrashed around, but it simply did nothing. "ARGH!" "UGH!" They almost groaned in unison, but Oreo didn't hear him over the sloshing of her balls. All that thrashing and relentless movement caused her balls to clench tightly, almost crushing whomever was inside from her view. Then finally releasing. The room was filled with the sounds of Oreo huffing and her balls gurgling and churning without a rest. The mare was so caught up in the pleasure, she almost forgot about the rest of the instructions that was in the book, which she realizes just now. She brings the book closer to her and flipping the pages once more, trying to focus despite her mind being fogged by the current ecstacy. Then... She realizes... "Wait..." Oreo keeps flipping through the pages for more instructions, yet there was nothing to get rid of the aftermath. This spell is supposed to be temporary, as in its supposed to get rid of the mortal and absorbed into her but it's just... Not working. This instantly made the mare angry, pissed off, despicably hostile! "That damn Trixie, she said this Dark Spell book is supposed to be more powerful than both Celestia and Luna COMBINED! Now, my balls hurt..." Now Oreo being the desperate one, went through the many books Trixie lend her as a reward for those errands... Just for her to be tricked. Again. "Great, now I have a fodder trapped within my balls and it'll take FOREVER to churn away... Son of a..." Oreo didn't even finish what she had to say, besides stand there and be angry. All she thought about is heading towards her bedroom, almost forgetting the weight that was in her balls entirely. The mare gets on all fours before heading upstairs, which each step, Dalton was sloshing back and forth with each trot, sliding from one snack to the other to an overwhelming extent. Causing the cum to splash all over the place to the point it left him such a sticky state, breathing in the musk and heat. He breathed, exhaled and thought nothing but the horse's smell. "Gah!" Oreo grunts, before looking behind her, unable to see past her rump, but she does notice that her prey was once again thrashing around relentlessly. Causing a chain reaction of her balls clenching around them in a tight vice before letting go once more. "...Right." With that, she continued her way on to her bedroom with her balls dragging against the wooden floor and gently hanging against the stares. It didn't cause pain to her but certainly caused pain for Dalton especially with the repeated assault. Oreo opens the door to the bedroom, sprouting her wings to glide on top of the bed with a gentle this, letting all the air out she had in. Oreo lays down on top of her back with the front of her body exposed and her hind legs opened. She turns on the TV, anything that was on to use as background noises before drifting off to sleep. What an unfortunate fate for Dalton... Dalton is placed within another world that he couldn't even see, surrounded by nothing but the walls of a magical animal's genitals while having to suffer the occasional crushing of the mare's balls; whether or not if he kept still or struggled. He tried one last time, the kicking, the thrashing, the punching, any movement at all but nothing. The mare didn't budge, she didn't respond and even acknowledged it. She just slept. Or rather, made occasional lustful groans in her sleep. Oreo flipped onto her back, her expression hardening as she grinds her cock and balls against the silk of her bedsheets. The thrusting movement led to Dalton to bang back and forth against the fleshy walls to such a harsh extent, causing everything around him to shake. The pony's balls were clenching at a more rapid rate, instead of it happening every few seconds it was every second. Her balls kept clenching, churning around Dalton's form with the crunching being so loud, the sloshing, the slapping echoed throughout her bedroom. "Rrrr...rrr..." A whimper escapes her lips, her thrusting became more powerful, causing her whole bed to shake and quake. It wasn't long until small ropes of precum splats onto her bedsheets underneath her half sleeping needy form. Dalton, on the other hand, could no longer struggle as much as he likes to but still made the effort to move around despite his form slowly but surely melting away along with the bubbling spunk as if he was fusing along with it. Soon to become nothing but seed, stored away and forgotten within a pony or a being he couldn't even see besides the tip of their cock. Dalton couldn't stand a chance, not that he had a chance or a say in this matter. The more he melted away, the more he became more cum for Oreo's balls especially with the repetitive clenching, his almost seed form was sticking and fill the horse's balls. Finally Dalton became nothing but seed, Oreo giving one more final thrust before erupting all over her bed sheets, the bedframe, the floor and even the walls. The heat emitting from the cum that landed on various items. Dalton was finished... Oreo lets out a exhausted yet satisfied huff, her body falling limb and now covered in her seed. And she had a LOT more stored in her overly swollen balls... She went to sleep, feeling at ease, bliss and forgetting all about the prior anger she had for Trixie... Oreo relaxes, her balls occasionally making a bubbling sound...
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Werewolf Attack
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"Kael...?" Lily called uncertainly, peering into the dark between the trees.
The green-eyed sabretooth felt increasingly worried as she padded softly through the deep woods. Worried that the batteries in her flashlight wouldn't last much longer. Worried that she'd become thoroughly lost, and wouldn't be able to find her way back to the campsite, with or without the flashlight.
Worried for her friend.
How long had it been since she'd seen any sign of him? What had that potion done?
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Kael prowled through the woods, loping quickly from tree to tree on all fours. Only the thinnest slivers of light from the full moon penetrated the thick canopy overhead, but the big wolf's amber eyes glowed.
Usually circumspect, tonight he was operating off pure instinct. His mind felt fuzzy, his thoughts as clouded as the sky. The potion had suppressed his intellect; the rational parts of his consciousness subsumed into primal urges that clawed at the edges of his mind.
He could barely form words in his head; he knew he wouldn't be able to speak them. But there would be no need to. He knew what he wanted. He could smell it. Smell *her*. Close now. Very close.
The wolf slipped silently into the darkness, gray fur fading to near invisibility in the night.
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Lily emerged into a small moonlit clearing, turning to glance up at the source of that light, high in the sky and shining bright.
Could she find her way back to camp from here? She thought she might recognize the place from a daytime hike, but... no, wasn't that nearer the hills?
"I should've brought my phone," she chided herself, not for the first time.
It had all happened so suddenly, she reflected.
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The advertisement had been simple: the potion would transform any fur of a wolf species into a werewolf for about twelve hours, enhancing their physical form, growing their coat into a thick, untamed mane.
The two friends thought that sounded like a great way to spend a long weekend camping together, doubly so with the full moon falling just days before Halloween.
Mindful of the instructions on the bottle, they'd hauled a cooler full of meat to their campsite, cooking most of it as the sun fell. ("The transformation will cause the drinker to experience extreme hunger. Prepare food equivalent to at least what the drinker would consume in two normal days prior to drinking. Red meat or other foods high in protein are strongly recommended. When the effects wear off, a long, deep sleep usually follows, but the drinker may desire another large meal before and/or after this rest period. Warning: side effects may include a prolonged period of increased metabolism and appetite, increased virility, or accelerated fur growth. In rare cases, these effects may become permanent. Do not consume if pregnant.")
After that, Lily had suggested (hiding a mischievious grin) that Kael strip. Quickly stammering a halfhearted objection, he'd agreed to this unexpected invitation. He'd been friends with the cute spotted feline for a long time, but didn't think of her that way. Did he? Well... why not? They were both single, and he always enjoying showing himself off to a beautiful woman.
Tossing his clothes in a pile near the tent, he turned back to her, flexing his bicep. The joke had the desired effect, eliciting a giggle (and a blush) from Lily, but also offering her an excuse to look at his nude form. She looked him up and down approvingly, eyes lingering on his thick sheath and the heavy balls below.
After that, everything seemed to happen quickly.
Kael drank down the potion, writhing on all fours as he transformed, growling at the sensations. When he finally rose minutes later, he was two feet taller, heavily muscled instead of merely fit, fur thicker and longer, fangs prominent in his maw. Turning to the food, he devoured everything before him without pause, not bothering with plate or with utensils or to sit. The huge werewolf ignored Lily's questions, giving the impression he didn't even register them as he focused on his feast.
Lily took the opportunity to observe his new form, feeling arousal build inside herself at the sight of the imposing primal shape before her. Eyes again drawn downwards, she noticed that his sheath had grown proportionally to the rest of him, the red tip of his cock poking out of it and already slick and wet.
But Kael had paid no attention to her, bounding off into the woods on all fours as soon as he'd finished, howling and noisily crashing through the underbrush.
Grabbing a flashlight and shouting something or other to the effect of "what are you doing? Come back!" she'd heedlessly chased him into the deepening dark.
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So now here she was. Lost. Miles from camp in some direction or another. Phone, pocketknife, bag, everything she might possibly need or want aside from the flashlight back at camp. Wherever that was.
She was as concerned for Kael as she was for herself. It was probably midnight now, and she hadn't had any sign of him since first chasing him into the forest at dusk. He could be lying somewhere, injured and unable to call for help. He could still be running flat out, awaiting only the ebbing of the potion's effects to collapse from exhaustion miles from civilization. He could...
Her breath caught at the sound of a soft growl somewhere off in the trees. She spun, pivoting quickly on one foot to shine the flashlight into the dark.
There was nothing. She could her heart beating faster, adrenaline surging as she panned the light across the brush.
Wait. There. Glowing eyes, amber in the darkness.
She gasped. The eyes were all she could see, the rest of the huge dark form invisible in the undergrowth. That couldn't be Kael, could it? This creature was silent, concealed, predatory. The eyes stared at Lily, smoldering, and she stared back, transfixed.
Kael leapt. Easily clearing the dozen paces from the treeline, he landed in front of Lily with a thud, the sabretooth flinching in surprise and losing her footing, going down on her butt.
The huge werewolf prowled in a circle around her, long fangs bared, a low growl rumbling deep in his throat. As he circled, he frequently sniffed the air, nose crinkling as he breathed deeply.
Was he... was he hunting her? Was he still hungry from the transformation, looking for a fresh meal? Fear bubbled up inside her.
Watching him warily, she suddenly realized what he wanted. Relief flooded into her. After all, she wanted it too.
Lily quickly kicked off her clothes, kneeling on all fours. She lifted her butt into the air, facing Kael, and raised her tail. The gray wolf stopped pacing, padding slowly over to her and sniffing.
She should've realized it sooner. It had been a running joke in their friend group that Kael always knew when one of them was going into heat before they themselves did. And tonight, with his potion-enhanced senses keener than ever... of course.
Lily's conjectures were correct. Kael had felt full of energy after the transformation, but before long the desire to run wild through the woods ebbed, replaced by another desire. It hadn't taken long to pick up on Lily's alluring scent, and hardly any effort at all to silently stalk through the forest to her.
Now she was before him, presenting herself in a way that neither needed words to understand.
He began to lick her, rough wide tongue eliciting moans of pleasure from the feline.
Looking back over her shoulder at him, Lily saw his cock now fully emerged from its sheath, hanging below him, huge, red, glistening wetly, twitching. Her eyes unfocused momentarily as she orgasmed yet again from what he was doing between her legs with his tongue.
Then he pounced on her. There was no other word for it - in the space of a heartbeat, he was on top of the feline, pinning her down with his weight, his cock inside her in one swift thrust.
Lily fought to keep herself from falling flat, legs turning to jelly with each of his powerful strokes. Above her, Kael growled, a short deep huff from the wolf each time his bulbous knot slammed against his mate.
The sabretooth struggled to get the words out between breaths, gulping air deeply at the intensity of their coupling. "I'm.... tough. Don't.... hold back..."
The statement penetrated Kael's potion-addled mind. It was what he'd longed to hear. There was no need to restrain his instinctual urges any more. He could turn off any higher level thoughts, give in to the primal need to mate with Lily. To *breed* her. 
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Panting, completely out of breath, but kinda proud that you got her to climax (albeit with her help), you lie on the giant vixen’s pubic mound. You are still drenched in her juices, but you could not care less. In fact, you like it more than you would like to admit… You hear Slaika’s voice from behind. “You’ve been a very good toy, little one.” A shiver runs down your spine. The way she talks to you pushes all the right buttons. “I’d LOVE to keep you for a bit longer. What do you think?” You turn around to look at her giant grinning face. You nod. Somehow, you just know you can trust her, whatever she has got in mind. You can see her huge hand descend towards you. Two giant digits pick you up with great care and begin to lift you up. You can see her belly move away from you below, you can see her breasts - which you hope to explore further in the future - pass your vision, and finally your ascent stops right in front of the fennec’s snout. Her lips begin to part, revealing her cavernous maw. Fangs as big as your torso. A tongue like a train cart. And further back, the dark abyss of her throat. The giant muscle within her mouth comes alive as her hand brings you closer, until you are near fully engulfed by it. She releases you from her grip and pulls away her hand, but you remain stuck on her tongue. A single string of saliva is all that is left connecting you to her finger. You raise your head to take in your surroundings. The view leaves you in complete awe - and so does what happens next. With movements so slow that it must have been for teasing, her jaws close. The world around you is filled with less and less light, until you are completely covered in darkness. You can hear her pulse all alround and feel her body move underneath yourself. She is getting up, ready to leave the sauna and go home. And you are certain she is gonna have a very fun night with you.
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You have finally made your way to the top of her knee. Slaika wanted to give you a bit of a challenge so she had her legs bent instead of stretched out flat. Climbing all this way has exhausted you. The heat of the sauna, and the sweat flowing down from her legs certainly had not helped to make it any easier! But from up here, you can finally see the next destination on your bucket list: the vixen’s orange-furred crotch, with a distinct flesh-coloured slit right in the middle. At least getting down there should be easier - or so you think. As it turns out, climbing downwards on sweaty fur without slipping does not require any less effort than climbing upwards - if anything, it feels much more complicated! Slaika watches your efforts with an amused grin. Step after step, you go down, until… oops! Your foot suddenly slips on a particularly wet strand of fur. You lose your grip and fall on your belly as you begin to slide downwards, more and more drifting towards the inside of her leg. Frantically you try to grab anything that will stop your slide. Your last hope is her tail. As long as you fall on her tail, your landing should be softer. You close your eyes, anticipating to completely lose touch with her leg at any moment. SLAM Your fall is abruptly stopped. Just like when you were between her paws, you feel a tight pressure all around you. But this time, it feels like the walls surrounding your form are much softer. Still a bit disoriented, you look around, and you finally realise where you are. You are pinned between her thighs and not far from you, her pussy looms like it’s inviting you. It’s easily several times as long as you are tall. “You just couldn’t wait to get there, hm?” you can hear Slaika coo from above. “Well, if you want it this badly…” She releases the pressure of her thighs so you can crawl out and get up. Slowly, you walk towards her crotch, until you are right in front of the dark red folds. You’re taking deep breaths, taking in her scent. The sweat all around you makes it especially pronounced. It is a clean scent, yet strong, and it tingles all the right spots in your nose, brain, and somewhere further down your body. You can’t take it anymore. You push yourself against her labias, and just as if she had been waiting for you to do it, you can feel her finger press you further into herself and push you up towards her clit. She is using you as her toy, and you are ready to embrace this role to the fullest. You get a bit dizzy from the movements, but nevertheless you grind yourself against anything you find, wiggle around when she puts you in deeper, and do your absolute best to make her feel good. You’re fully surrounded by HER. Her scent, her warmth, whatever bodily fluids are around and within her pussy, and it feels like heaven. Her crotch is so hot that you feel like you have your own private sauna within the sauna. You feel her muscles around you tense up while at the same time, you can feel a growing sensation within yourself, until you both - nearly simultaneously - let out silent gasps of pleasure.
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As comfortably as it is resting against Slaika’s nipple, you soon decide that you do want to explore more of the giant fennec. Who knows when you would get another opportunity like this? You begin walking along her enormous figure. You briefly turn your head towards her face and notice her eyes are closed. Maybe she has dozed off? But… “Heading off already?” You can hear the vixen ask. She’s looking at you with a half-opened eye. “Oh, I just remembered your offer from earlier,” you reply, “and I figured I’d make the most of it!” “Very well little one. Explore to your heart’s desire!” You don’t need to be told twice and your next destination already is on your mind: her paws.It is a bit of a hike to get all the way there, however. Slaika’s legs seem to go on forever from your perspective… Her feet are on their side, pads proudly presenting themselves to you. You aren’t even sure what your plan is here, but even just for this sight it has been worth it. Carefully, you approach and let your hand run over one of the giant beans. As soon as your hand reaches the edge of the pawpad and begins to touch the fur around it, the paw twitches, almost knocking you off your feet! Slaika must be ticklish, you think to yourself. A bit bolder this time, you let your hand run wild through the fur between her pads. Unfortunately for you, the paw reacts almost immediately - and suddenly drops down on you. For a few seconds you are confused. There is some mild pressure around you, but it is not the full weight of her foot. The realisation hits you when all of a sudden you are lifted off the ground - she has caught you right between two of her toes! You hear a faint chuckle from the fixen as she begins toying with you between her paws. She flips you into the air, briefly letting you see the light of the room again, before you again disappear between her toes, this time of her other paw. She rolls you up and down between her soles, gently squishes you, makes sure you get to know every millimeter of her paws in detail. By now most of the sweat that’s drenching you is probably hers rather than your own. The dexterity of her play with you lets you assume that she is very experienced with this. She knows how to apply just enough pressure to show her strength, without giving you any sense of uneasiness. Eventually her feet come to a rest and she releases the pressure. You are slumped over a toe, the other paw hovering just above you. You take a minute to catch your breath and look around. From your current position, her legs provide a perfect opportunity to travel further across her body…
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story Pyre stood up and stretched as she glanced around. It was quite the scene. She was surrounded by many of her fellow feline teammates, each of them looking a little the worse for wear. This had been of her own doing of course. She had just had them compete in a sort of sex off to see who would win the Lapras Travel Liner ticket that Jaze had won from a raffle at Kecleon Wares. They'd won three in total and intended to visit the Mist Continent. So Alongside Jaze and Pyre, they needed to choose one more to accompany them and this had been Pyre's method of choice. Spore the Litten had competed with Rue the Skitty, Yoru the Purrloin with Buki the Rinrin leading to a final where a surprising upset led to Buki winning the right to the ticket. Now all of the competitors were resting in the guild lounge in varying levels of disarray after their respective sessions of competitive debauchery. Even Jaze was currently splayed on his back looking less than dignified despite not even competing. Pyre had taken him quite passionately after watching the contest had left the pair quite worked up themselves. The Litten herself was not much better, her sex was still dripping a little as she finished her stretch. However before she could go and properly clean up, she still had the little matter of reporting in on their mission which she had entirely neglected in all the excitement. So carefully she navigated between her scattered teammates and the various splotches of their sexual juices they had left on the floor. She then retrieved the tickets that they had been competing for before stuffing them back into their Gummi filled satchel which she dragged over to Jaze. “Look after this, I'm going to go and report the mission,” she told him. “Oh yeah right..” Jaze muttered back, having apparently completely forgotten himself. “Has anyone seen Gau?” She then asked the others who in turn looked at her with equally spaced out expressions. “I think he went out, Kosa should be in his room though,” Yoru replied with a slight yawn. “Working hard as always I'm sure!” Pyre snorted back before turning and picking up the other discarded item. The Dusk Stone she had used to decide the pairings in the competition and what was suppose to have been handed in as soon as they had returned from their mission. She then padded through the lounge and stopped in front of the Guildmaster's room. Placing the stone down, she knocked on the door with her paw as she announced herself “Coming in Kosa!” Picking the stone back up she then heaved her shoulder into the heavy door and slowly opened it before stepping through. “Pyre.. I keep telling you.. to wait for permission before you... enter...” came a rather hoarse sounding voice. Pyre came to a stop in the centre of the room where she placed the stone down once more. “Sorry Guildmaster, Gau is out and I needed to report a mission but if you're busy I can come back later,” the Litten snorted in borderline mockery. Though this was not entirely unjustified, for the Mew was indeed preoccupied, as was his Celebi partner. The pair were in fact in the midst of some rather intense fornication. It was evident they had been at it for some time already, if not just from Kosa's strained voice but from the clear perspiration visible on his face. More obvious than that though was the very potent aroma that filled the room. The rich earthy fragrance of the Grass type Celebi mixed with the fresh crisp Psychic scent they both shared. Together it made for a very refreshing incense. It was quite the contrast to the far more acrid, bitter Dark and Fire type scents that currently filled the lounge but both shared that note of intensity that aroused the senses regardless of the types at play, the unmistakable smell of sex. “It's.. fine.. you can give me your.. report..” Kosa grunted as he and his partner continued that very act without so much as breaking stride. He turned his head to look down at the Litten, his face red but whether from embarrassment or from fatigue it was hard to say. Allium looked a little more self-conscious about the situation but she didn't voice any objections, though that may have simply been due to her concentration being focused on the task at hand. She was hanging off the desk they were mating atop, clasping the side tightly as her Mew mate hunched over her, casually taking her with an enthusiastic rhythmic pounding. Pyre stared for a long moment, the steady plap of their intercourse the only sound in the room as her eyes followed the frantic movement between the Mew and Celebi. Eventually Pyre finally caught herself. “Right.. well, Jaze and I took on a mission to retrieve a Dusk Stone from Midnight Forest, so here it is,” she explained nonchalantly, indicating the stone at her feet. “Ah I see.. well.. done.. I will... pass... the report... onto Gau.. and he can.. reward you.. once he confirms.. with... the client... so.. if that's all..” Kosa replied in an increasingly strained series of grunts. “Ahh actually there was one more thing..” Pyre responded. Kosa, having apparently expected that to be the end of the report looked rather disgruntled by this reply. “I wanted to request..” she went to continue but she was cut off. “Urrggg.. then give.. me... one moment.. please... Pyre..” Kosa interrupted in a low growl. Then his voice pittered out into a pleasured groan which was matched by the soft drone of Allium as the two seemed to climax in perfect unison. It was honestly quite impressive how in sync they seemed to be as Pyre watched Mew and Celebi writhe in the bliss of their harmonised orgasms. “Damnn..” She couldn't help but comment “Do you guys always finish together like that?” Unsurprisingly it took a while for a reply to come but after a few moments Kosa answered with a bit of a huff, “Usually.. it's kind of.. a Psychic type thing.. it's... hard to explain..” “That sounds pretty hot.. I'm kind of jealous..” Pyre replied wistfully. Meanwhile Kosa pulled away from the Celebi, a flurry of their juices splashing down onto the desk as each of them lifted into the air. “I'm going to go and clean up,” Allium said before flying past Pyre, looking a little flustered. Meanwhile Kosa simply hovered over to the Litten until he was floating in front of her. apparently unbothered by the state of he he was in. Pyre eyed the sticky pink fur and still fully exposed member that was only just starting to soften as cum still beaded and dripped from the tip. Her own sex not much better as it was most certainly wetter than it had been upon entering. “Right, so what was this request then Pyre?” he asked her. Lifting her gaze away from his shame, she answered, “Oh yeah, I wanted to ask to sign off for a while. Me, Jaze and Buki are going to visit the Mist Continent!” “Buki? That's surprising, does this happen to have something to do with what I sensed out in the lounge?” the Mew asked in an amused tone. “Oh you noticed?” Pyre asked, surprised. “I don't think I even needed to be a Psychic type to sense that.” I was worried you had been playing with Amorous Seeds again....” “Ha no, not this time, though that would have made it more interesting..” the Litten snorted, “We won some free tickets so I had the team compete to see who got the last one.” “That's a very you way of deciding..” Kosa admitted, shaking his head, “But that should be fine, just let me or Gau know when you plan to leave.” “Will do! Thanks Kosa!” Pyre answered before turning and skipping out of the room. Kosa sighed as he watched her and her rather sodden looking behind go. He then lifted the Dusk Stone she had left on the floor with Psychic and dropped it on the far end of his desk, clear of the mess he and Allium had left on the other side.
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Jordan was wondering why Naddie hadn't put a booster in his diaper before they started this multi-hour road trip. But now that he was laid out on a changing mat in the back seat with his soggy rear exposed for a very public back of the car diaper change, it made a little more sense. Changing his diaper at a highway rest stop was probably part of Naddie's plan all along. So there he was, covering his face in embarrassment as Naddie lifted his legs up and wiped his wet bottom. Trying hard not to think about how anyone walking past them could easily see him. Naddie paid it no mind though. Cooing at him as she replaced his soggy diaper with a fresh one. To Jordan, it seemed to streach on forever, but soon enough Naddie fastened the new diaper's tapes into place. Her little all clean and her car seats now newly protected from any puddles! With the diaper change all done, Naddie lovingly buckled the blushing snep back into his seat. Though without his shorts this time. Supposedly so that she could more easily tell if he needed another change, but more likely just to make her little feel even more little than he already was. It was just a few more hours until they arrived at Naddie's parents house. It would be their first time they met Jordan in-person and it promised to be embarrassing for him. Even if they already knew about his and Naddie's dynamic and were apparently excited to meet their new "grandbaby".
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Jordan was wondering why Naddie hadn't put a booster in his diaper before they started this multi-hour road trip. But now that he was laid out on a changing mat in the back seat with his soggy rear exposed for a very public back of the car diaper change, it made a little more sense. Changing his diaper at a highway rest stop was probably part of Naddie's plan all along. So there he was, covering his face in embarrassment as Naddie lifted his legs up and wiped his wet bottom. Trying hard not to think about how anyone walking past them could easily see him. Naddie paid it no mind though. Cooing at him as she replaced his soggy diaper with a fresh one. To Jordan, it seemed to streach on forever, but soon enough Naddie fastened the new diaper's tapes into place. Her little all clean and her car seats now newly protected from any puddles! With the diaper change all done, Naddie lovingly buckled the blushing snep back into his seat. Though without his shorts this time. Supposedly so that she could more easily tell if he needed another change, but more likely just to make her little feel even more little than he already was. It was just a few more hours until they arrived at Naddie's parents house. It would be their first time they met Jordan in-person and it promised to be embarrassing for him. Even if they already knew about his and Naddie's dynamic and were apparently excited to meet their new "grandbaby".
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I finish this art, however I couldn't post the story I also wrote for this art because it's too big. But you can read it on my FA
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This is a collaborative work between myself (KittyKusCell) and Slimefur that I'm beyond excited to be showing to y'all! They provided the absolutely gorgeous art you're seeing right now and I wrote a big ol' story for it! To date I believe it's my longest piece of writing, having a word count of around 15.146 words and a character count of 87.611, and I promise you that's not college writing fluff! So, shockingly for once due to E621's 50.000 character limit I'm not actually going to be publishing the story for a piece in its E6 description. There is a CHUNKY accompanying story to go along with this artwork that can be found by clicking me, which I encourage you heavily to do, especially if you'd like a BIT more context as to what got this cat into the pickle he's finding himself in and if you really like noisy slimy holes! Following will be a brief excerpt from the story, thank you~! The guard cooed, his own dick throbbing behind his slacks as he set a hand at his hip, staring down at the kitty and smirking, the room well filled with the sweaty slimy scent of his big nasty ass, the air surrounding the two noticeably humid. Blushing and wagging his hips, the kitty sucked in his gut a little, moaning weakly as he felt the objects shift and roll in his clogged up cavern of a shitter, a squelching oozing gurgling echoing from the chambers of his asscunt as he slowly exhaled, pushing his butt outward, the squat naturally spreading his ass and presenting his excessively stretched out and frothy turdsplitter much to the guard's delight, every shuddering throbbing wrinkle and fold of the kitty's butthole oversized and swollen from the brutal play it had received already, puffing outward into a wide sloppy curled gape as he pushed and pushed, bearing down like he was giving birth. He felt another apple rolling down his rectum, sloppily plopping out his asspussy with a wet slimy squelch, a heaping gushing load of slime following the fruit, drooling and farting up from his ruined assmeat as his guts peeked out from around his rim, vying the objects in his asshole for room to press outward. In the end, the food won out, another heavy moaning push sending a carrot and a leek rocketing out from his ass-pussy. He quivered as they slid loosely from his nonstop sputtering air-humidifier of a cunt, steam gurgling and rising up from his massive radiantly hot shit-tunnel as it sucked and wetly gulped at the air outside of it, sweat rolling down his fat quaking ass cheeks; He moaned as he felt it drool over his asshole, the ticklish sensation making his turdring shudder before it'd drip into his huge gaped cunt, his pit a perfect sweat trap, gaping as he kept pushing with all the effort he could give. He moaned, hotly whining as he stared back at his fat wobbly booty, blushing bright red as it jiggled and rippled with his every slight movement, his bubble-butt wetly smacking around his asshole as it wetly sucked air in, his cheeks rolling outward, breaking the suction and tugging on his assring with a noisy wet popping sound. He shivered, moaning as the guard nudged his shin at the Milo's fat overly wide hips as he panted from both ends, as if to imply that he ought to keep pushing. Please go show Slimefur love for their work, they're an incredibly skilled artist and I've been a fan of their work for a bit. They're seriously rad. You can find their FA in the sources page of this piece, as well as a link to their Bluesky account! Hopefully y'all enjoy everything we put together and have a good one, Cheers~! (Also even though this isn't one of my usual from FA descriptions, take a song. This one's by Hudson Mohawke, but I PROMISE it's not Cbat. Take it easy!)
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Meanwhile, in a beehive not too far away, Zipper sat comfortably on a throne of flowers, with a wild looking queen riding his lap and two other female bees attending them. “I have to say I was skeptical about this, but getting to unwind between directing the hive really has made my days much more bearable.” Queenie said between thrusts, then she continued. “I really hope you will consider my offer of spending the winter with us, you’d have both me and my handmaidens to keep you nice, warm, and satisfied all day long!” Zipper could only answer with the biggest grin ever seen on a fly’s face.
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As Chip, Gadget and Tammy worked out their relationship, in another room of the headquarters a different event was taking place. Clarice and Foxglove were dancing on the table to the delight of Monterey and Dale. In almost all affect the entire setting looked like they had set up a strip club, with music, snacks and two hot girls showing off their naked bodies to the boys sitting comfortably and enjoying the show. “Do ya think those three will manage to get along?” Asked Monterey, then Dale answered. “I think so, they seemed to get along well enough after our ‘challenge’, Chip has always been the bossy kind of guy, and both Gadget and Tammy seem to me like to be bossed around. At least by him.” Monty nodded, then added: “By the way do you know where Zipper went? I haven’t seen him in ages.” “I think he said something about ‘royal duties’. Don’t you think…” “Hey guys, how about less talking and more admiring the two hotties dancing for you?” Said suddenly Foxglove, to which Clarice added: “Maybe we should encourage them more, don’t you think?” And as she talked she pulled the bat into a sloppy kiss, earning a holler from the boys.
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Before long Gadget and Tammy were clean once again, but that didn’t stop them from keeping making out, occasionally eyeing Chip looking for approval. And approval they got, the male chipmunk smiled warmly at them before gesturing to come to him. “I want you two to know this. The love I feel for you Gadget is the strongest I’ve ever felt in my life, that will never change. But the more I spend time with you and Tammy together the more I feel like I wouldn't like it to be any other way, so if you’re both ok with this, I think we can make this three way relationship work.” The two girls didn’t say anything at first, then Gadget snuggled up close to him and answered. “I love you Chip, if you’re happy then i’m happy, and if that means welcoming Tammy with us, so be it.” The squirrel in question almost broke down crying as she snuggled against Chip as well. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I promise I won't come between you two, I'm just begging that, wherever your relationship goes, please let me be part of it!” With nothing else to be said, the three cuddled together, before sleep finally took them.
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If Chip had been surprised by how well Gadget and Tammy worked on his dick, he was doubly so as he witnessed the two former rivals eyeing one another, then turning towards him with a look like a pair of puppies begging for a treat. “Good job girls, see how good you are when you work together? Now how about you kiss and make peace? And as soon as you are clean we can rest together a bit.” The mousette and squirrel nodded happily, before launching themselves in each other’s arms. Both girls then began to wantonly lick the white spunk off from the other’s face, before kissing deeply and hungrily swallow the combined effort.
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Chip couldn’t help but smile at the spectacle, Gadget and Tammy managed to have an orgasm together while scissoring over his penis, maybe there was indeed a chance to make this three way relationship work. “Good job girls, now to get your rewards why don’t you both work with your mouths?” The two almost exhausted girls happily complied, and quickly dropped to their knees to work on his manhood. It was as if something clicked between them, Gadget and Tammy started worshiping their beloved Chip’s cock like a well practiced couple of professionals, as one sucked the meaty shaft the other licked the full testicles, before switching position again and again. It quickly became too much even for the chipmunk’s stamina, watching the two girls adore his dick as if they were suffering from withdrawal finally brought him once again to his limit, and after grabbing their heads to keep them close, he finally came like a geyser, coating their faces with a thick layer of salty spunk.
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With the two girls having had the satisfaction of putting down the other, it was time for Chip to take charge, and in an effort to get them to work together, he ordered them to use both their pussies to get him off. Turned on by the dominating tone, Gadget and Tammy got to work and began to rub his penis while scissoring together, but this time he wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of a quick release from him, this time he would make them work until both of them cummed together. And so he did, the girls went on for a long time with their effort, but despite both growing tired, Chip wouldn’t budge. He would not cum, until Gadget and Tammy cummed together. “This Isn’t working Tammy, we need to work together.” Said the mousette. “What do you mean , I have cramps from how much I tried to make Chipper cum!” Answered Tammy. “Exactly! Let’s try instead to make each other cum, before we cannot move anymore!” And so the two changed their approach, and instead of focusing on upping one another in rubbing Chip’s penis, they began to move together, as if scissoring alone, and as they did they could clearly feel the member stuck in between them multiplying their sensations. Then as their strength began to give away, finally both girls reached their limit. “I’m cumming, I'm cumming Gadget”! “Hnnngh, so am I Tammy, let’s cum together!” And with a scream loud enough to shake the pictures on the wall, the two former rivals came together.
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Still hoarse from the forced throatfuck, it was then Gadget’s turn to supervise her favorite activity: anal. “Come on Tammy, balls deep! Feel how it hurts, feel it hurts so good!” Said Gadget while impaling Tammy on Chip’s dick. “Don’t worry, we won’t stop until your cute virgin ass has molded itself on his cock!” The young squirrel couldn’t help but cry as her beloved’s dick pumped deeply in her rectum, it did indeed hurt, yet just as Gadget said, the pain was so good that it wasn’t long until pleasure overtook all other sensations, and as he filled her bowels with cum, she found herself having the strongest orgasm of her life.
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One of the things Gadget and Tammy agreed on was that each of them would try the thing that the other favored most, in this case as the squirrel was obsessed with blowjobs, Gadget had to give her best at one, while directed by Tammy herself. “Come on Gadget, down to his balls, and don’t forget to swallow all that sweet semen, we don’t want to waste a single drop of Chipper’s essence” She said while pushing down the mousette’s head. “And remember that you’re not really committed until you cum by just blowing him!” Surprisingly enough, as Chip filled her throat with his semen, Gadget did indeed orgasm, which prompted a comment from Tammy. “You’re learning, but I expect much more practice from you.”
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With the reason for Clarice being there out of the way, the discussion turned to more ‘spicy’ arguments. It took some time for the other girls to explain what transpired, but in the end the munkette couldn’t help but giggle at the whole ordeal. She then began to tell of her history with the two chipmunks, how they courted her and how she ended up having sex with both of them, sometimes all together, and the other girls, especially Foxy, became suddenly very interested. As it turns out, of the two guys Dale is the most energetic and funny even during sex, perfect for quickies and fooling around. Chip on the other hand is a real alpha male, and once he starts there’s no stopping him, and his stamina could very well let him go all night with one or more girls until they are both mush at his feet. Such descriptions fit well with what the other girls experienced so far, Chip is more dominating and can go for hours with no problem, Dale instead manages to turn sex into a game of sorts. All in all, it seemed like fate provided the perfect match for both boys, Chip has not one but two girls to keep him company, and Dale has the gentle, yet surprisingly kinky, Foxglove to keep the fun going.
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After introductions were over Clarice began to explain how she met Monterey. After going to Los Angeles hoping to further her artistic career, she instead ended up as a “doll” for a local crime boss, the kind of guy that wouldn’t take very well to her trying to leave him. Then Monty showed up. The main business of that crime group included cheese falsification and smuggling, something that the big mouse couldn’t tolerate, so she passed information to him so that he could end the gang’s business and save her at the same time. As it happened, she was discovered by the boss, but just before he could punish her, Monterey swooped in, single handedly wrecked the whole gang, and carried her away like a hero. Needless to say the munkette fell hard for him, and to her relief, he did as well. And so Monty offered her to come back with him as his girlfriend, and possibly become a part of the Rescue Rangers as a secretary and PR agent. Clarice wholeheartedly accepted.
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It didn’t take long for Clarice to get over the surprise of seeing her former lovers in such a compromising position, Dale sloppily making out with a very shapely bat and Chip embracing not one, but two naked girls. In only a few minutes she took charge of the situation, managing to both say hello and kick out the boys from the headquarters with the excuse that the girls would need to have an “emergency sleepover” then, without missing a beat, she stripped out of her clothes and proceeded to introduce herself to the still dumbfounded girls. Needless to say it was a very “hands on” introduction, and Foxglove was quick to welcome her.
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Caught! (Part 2) Story You were surprised enough when you first walked in on Kael and Alexi, but you certainly weren't expecting them to respond to your intrusion by grinning at you and continuing. They might as well put on a show if you're there, so you might as well enjoy the view...
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Serv mask concept art idea for ScotchWusky Unit B31 is me
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From source: Testing the SERV Mask (Integrated Alt) - by Scotch_Wusky ( https://www.furaffinity.net/user/scotchwusky/ ) B31 and I are proud to present The SERV Mask, and as you can see B31 is simply loving it, they haven't taken it off themselves, though with no thoughts left behind that mask, I imagine no desire to will ever manifest. Don't worry! I'll take it off for them, eventually. They're somehow even more helpful now! Now the mask itself, as you can see, is crafted from a patented material. I can't tell you much about it but it is sleek, smooth, and can seamlessly integrate with the SERV suit. The SERV Mask is a nanotech marvel just like the SERV suit itself, so much so you might swear got a life of its own! It's capable of reshaping itself slightly to fit any face perfectly and when linking directly to the SERV suit's neural network, it can work in tandem to take control over the wearer to new heights. When used together, the nanotech goo fuses the two together, similar in appearance to the null setting of the SERV Suit. However the SERV Mask lock remains to denote the Mask is installed, we wouldn't want to get confused on who has a SERV Mask installed and who doesn't now would we? The mask itself of course blocks external stimuli such as sight, sound, and smell, immersing the wearer in an artificial sensory void, rendering the wearer a nullified object as individuality is replaced with smooth featureless obedience. So much so that the SERV Mask suppresses the wearer’s thoughts, emotions, and even sense of self! It effectively reduces them to a silent, obedient, mindless object, ready to be commanded. We're hopeful for the potential of the SERV Mask as the advanced neural interfaces could conceivably be used to overwrite the wearer’s personality and implant new commands or behaviors directly into their mind. We theorized that long-term use and prolonged exposure under the SERV Mask could lead to permanent loyalty and obedience even if the original identity survives. Of course we at Cortex Corp would never do such a thing, and remind everyone that every employee of Cortex Corp signed on knowing the full extent of the effects of our uniforms, and potential use of our products! Any questions? This wonderful piece was done by the amazingly talented bullgator
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Your heart beats faster in excitement and your cheeks blush brighter than you thought they could. Luckily you are too small for her to notice anything. You’re certain that she’d turn up her teasing to eleven if she did. “W-where do you have in mind?” you ask, sheepishly. “Wherever you can imagine, little one.” she coos and runs a hand from her shoulders all the way down to her thighs ”Just come closer.” You don’t know how, but she seems to know exactly how to push all your buttons. You get up and start walking towards her. Given your scale, the distance is a lot more than just a few steps. She looks at you the whole time. Should you turn up the pace? Start running? Or would that seem too eager? While overthinking your walking speed, you suddenly realise that you are already right in front of the fennec. She smiles down at you. “As I said, you’ve got free choice!” You’re currently standing in front of her arm on which she is resting her head. You turn to look towards the rest of her body. Just like you, she is covered in sweat already. You cannot even see all of her, yet what you can see already is a lot to take in. You start imagining all kinds of thoughts. All the spots around her body you could go to… some might require some lifting help from her, although you have no doubts she would happily provide that. You could lie down in her belly button like in a big bowl. You could sprawl out on her buttcheek, squeezing her soft skin and fur. Maybe get comfortable between her thighs, getting gently squeezed - or even venture further towards her crotch. Soon enough, your mind and your eyes fixate on what from your current point of view is the most prominent: her breasts. Since the vixen is still lying on her side, her left breast is currently squished against the ground and its nipple is perfectly at your level. You look up at her with a big grin. “I think I know just the place.” You start making your way towards her chest. While passing her armpits, you notice that the air all around you is filled by her scent. It is quite pleasant. Even though a shower before entering the sauna area is mandatory, you can tell that this scent is HER. You finally arrive at your target. For a moment you just stand there in awe. Each of her breasts is the size of a house, and the diameter of her areolas is as wide as you are tall. Being THIS close to her really hammers in just how tiny you are compared to her. And yet, despite barely knowing her, she somehow manages to make you feel perfectly safe. You sit down in front of her nipple and lean back into it. Of course it easily supports your weight, but it is soft enough to slightly give in like a cushion. You close your eyes. This is more comfortable than you could have ever imagined. From behind, you can even hear the gentle beating of her heart from her chest. The soft rhythm rocks you into a state of complete relaxation. “I see you’re all comfy down there.” the fennec whispers. “By the way, my name is Slaika. What’s yours?”.
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You’ve found a nice spot in the shared-size sauna and are relaxing after another long shift. There are fewer visitors than usual. When you entered the room, nobody else was there, so you got the whole sauna for yourself - until now. You can feel a light breeze and open your eyes to see who is entering the room. You spot a fennec vixen with orange-yellow fur stepping into the sauna. Like you, she is taking full advantage of the ‘clothing optional’ rules of the place. Unlike you, she is not a micro. She does not appear to notice your presence as she is choosing a place. You do your best not to stare, but you’re paying close attention to her and where she will go, ready to yell for her attention in case she chooses the same spot as you. Luckily, she goes to the bench on your right instead. Lying down, she stretches herself and turns her head to look across the room. That is when she finally notices that she is not alone. “Oh, hi!” she says with a smile and waves at you. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there!” You wave back. “All good! At least you didn’t sit down right on me.” you regret those words as soon as they leave your mouth. It was the kind of sentence that should have remained a thought! You’re ready for her to get up and call you a perv, but instead… “Now wouldn’t that have been a shame, hm?” there is an unmistakably taunting tone in her voice. Inside your head you let out a huge sigh of relief. If she goes there, you might as well! “Absolutely. At my size I can easily end up under all sorts of places by accident!” The vixen raises an eyebrow at you and rolls on her side. Despite the steam in the air you can clearly see all of her, which undoubtedly is her intention. “How about ending up somewhere on purpose then?”
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The Coin Inspired by :iconolddog77: From the short story "The Coin" https://www.deviantart.com/olddog77/art/The-Coin-v2-396331815 Just for fun. Trying out some new painting ideas.