You would teleport over to celebrate her beating her burnout, but you’re in a bit of a pickle…
A old goldblood friend of yours offered up what you’re 90% certain is her planet’s version of edibles, and you’re currently clocked outta your miiiiiiiind
If she wants, you can send her the coords and do a little hangout at your place, you just, apologize if you’re a little bit…dazed.
Edi8les... ohhhhhhhh. You're on that shit, huh? And no one warned you a8out only doing- well, the dum8ass lecture 8n't gonna help at this point. I'd pro8a8ly have got ya to do way too much myself anyway if I was there...
She sighs, and starts getting ready to show up a good half hour later or so. Half out of obligation to keep the little guy safe and at least half out of wanting to laze around with company. Naturally, her idea of a "casual" outfit is somewhat warped, though at least the tasteful blue flannel shirt would have worked on anyone whose bust doesn't give it an absurd amount of cleavage. The overly tight jean shorts, of course, make a lot less sense, though they rarely get complaints!
Traveling all the way to the address would bring the serket to a cul-de-sac to the front door of….John’s house? It’s definitely a bit changed, almost everything’s a lot more grey’d out, but the external layout’s one to one, this is John’s pre sburb house?
Vriska doesn’t even need to knock before the door is opened, revealing you staring up at her, and it’s….weird to say the least. But at least four things are immediately obvious:
1. Compared to the serket, you’re dressed much more casually, in a simple jade gown, flowing from his shoulders down to his feet, one of kanaya’s works no doubt
2. The gown is doing NOTHING to hide your balls, which, for a lack of better term, seem to have gotten incredibly bloated during your little trip, heaving and pulsating like they don’t know what to do, seems like whatever dosage you took, it’s throwing your body into a strange overdrive that it doesn’t know how to deal with
3. Your veins are glowing, it’s almost kinda metal, around your eyes are little green veins that fade away into nothing that glow from weed dark green to green sun bright green, while it’s (uselessly) covered by the gown, the same applies to the veins of your shaft, every vein on the meatrod pulsating and adorning that same green.
4. You has THAT smile on, you know the one, the trucking on one, the smile you gets when you’re going through a thing but still trying to remain positive for everyone else, the little guy smile, striking compassion through even the stoic of hearts
You wave hello to Vriska, ignoring the sounds of increased churning from the sight of her flannel covered mega spidertits and shorts that do not leave ANYTHING to your imagination, it’s been….waaaaay too long since the two of them saw each other, you invite her to come on in, warning her that you’ve made, a bit of a mess, figuring out how to move in your high induced state, but nothing unmanageable!
Vriska just, stares, for a good few seconds. If there's one thing that can be said about her obliviousness to her oversexed state, it's that she's generally more in tune with "normal" Serket priorities than a more slutbrained version of her might be. Meaning that if anything can get her attention, it's that raw, horrifyingly potent power pounding through her friend's every vein. (Not that her body is subject to that mental block, of course; nipples stiffening and thighs squeezing together with every breath of the musk haze clouding the room.)
Ooooooookay, may8e you're... not on that shit- what even DOES that to- She shakes her head and shrugs. Whether it's the drugs or the reaction that's the weird part here, there is roughly zero chance this conversation is going anywhere when the poor little guy is barely holding onto reality.
She instead crashes down onto the couch, doing her best to avoid the sticky pools on the floor (not even slightly avoiding any on the seat itself) and holds out her hand. You're gonna 8e fine, yeah? Trust me, a tough guy like you can tooooooootally handle some silly little snacks!!!!!!!!
You would teleport over to celebrate her beating her burnout, but you’re in a bit of a pickle…
A old goldblood friend of yours offered up what you’re 90% certain is her planet’s version of edibles, and you’re currently clocked outta your miiiiiiiind
If she wants, you can send her the coords and do a little hangout at your place, you just, apologize if you’re a little bit…dazed.
Edi8les... ohhhhhhhh. You're on that shit, huh? And no one warned you a8out only doing- well, the dum8ass lecture 8n't gonna help at this point. I'd pro8a8ly have got ya to do way too much myself anyway if I was there...
She sighs, and starts getting ready to show up a good half hour later or so. Half out of obligation to keep the little guy safe and at least half out of wanting to laze around with company. Naturally, her idea of a "casual" outfit is somewhat warped, though at least the tasteful blue flannel shirt would have worked on anyone whose bust doesn't give it an absurd amount of cleavage. The overly tight jean shorts, of course, make a lot less sense, though they rarely get complaints!
// hghh so apparently i don't get phone notifications for anything on this blog any more. so i just posted that and was like oh gee guess it's all quiet and then i open the app two days later and it's all Hello I Lied :)
Everyone's always o8sessed with the ro8e, I swear... that's what I get for dressing casual! Fiiiiiiiine, for you, c'mere. She grabs the barely fitting garment and "opens" it, exposing nothing more than the absolutely everything that was already hanging out of it. It's the thought that counts.
Callie chose a bad day to go for a skirt with no underpants. Her giant cock quickly escapes, growing fully erect and hovering a mere inch away from Vriska's bare pussy.
Milk???????? Never seen anyone ask for milk like this. 8esides, do I look like someone with a 8ig load of milk to hand out? Those udders are clearly loaded with the stuff, and Callie's wayward comment seems to have influenced the fragile, malleable patches of reality that govern Vriska's form - not that she could have seen behind the door until it opened, from her perspective Vriska's heavy, tender nipples may as well have been leaking all day.
If anything, it looks like you're the one 8ringing me cream! With a rude grin, Vriska clamps her thighs tight around the tip pointing directly at her. Maybe this was meant to be an attempt at bullying?
Callie yelped upon feeling those titanic thighs grip her throbbing head so firmly. Despite not knowing she had such assets, Vriska sure knew how to use them! That "cream" she spoke of was out in full force now, thick globs of prejizz spraying across the cerulean's crotch as the cherub panicked.
w-well, how -mnf- aboUt i give yoU my 'cream' for yoUr 'milk'? woUld that be fair?
She may be entirely out of touch with her own excessiveness, but Vriska could hardly deny the burning need building deep in her belly. Wellllllll... I suppose if you're so insistent on looking for milk I 8n't stopping you. If I settle 8ack down on the couch you should 8e a8le to figure things out, right?
It was hardly a question. She half drags Callie inside, mercifully releasing her grip on the girl's pent up shaft, and flops right down where she came from, laid flat across her couch while cherub pre steams and glistens on her lower half.
Callie exhaled as she was released from Vriska's grasp, relieved but simultaneously wanting more. She let her eyes scan over Vriska, draped over the couch like posing for the cover of playboy, and her nuts visibly clenched at the thought of getting her 'milk' and giving her her 'cream'.
y-yes ma'am!
She steps closer, laying her cock across Vriska's face so she could feel its weight, her hips slide back, dragging the engorged head all the way back until it nestles back against that waiting snatch and Callie could start to push in, one hand holding onto the couch and the other grabbing Vriska's hip as she started to slide in.
Vriska slips her tongue out as that tip drags past her lips, giving it a little teasing lick on the way past. She huffs quietly as Callie pushes into her plush pussy, already starting to drool its warm juices onto the girl's needy shaft. Her legs sneak behind the cherub, suddenly pressing down and-
HnNNNNNNNmh~!!!!!!!! Vriska groans with delight as her legs yank Callie toward her, belly bulging out as half that massive shaft is buried in her in an instant!
Callie is pulled downward, landing on top of Vriska and letting out a shrill moan as the sudden tightness of Vriska's snatch envelops her cock. Her hands land on the troll's hefty breasts as Callie stabilizes herself, eyes rolling back into her head as she slowly begins rocking her hips. As the milk from those teats dribbles over her fingers, Callie suddenly shoves her face down into one of those massive udders, wrapping her tongue around the nipple and milking it for dear life.
Vriska almost manages a smug grin before Callie's insistent milk guzzling makes her eyes roll back and her whole body shudder with delight. Faintly cobalt tinted milk gushes freely from her oversized nipple, warm and rich. She can't recover enough strength to restore her rude leg grip, but she can manage to rock herself back and forth, beckoning Callie's cock a little deeper with every thrust.
Vriska! Speak of the devil, Just the troll of the hour you were looking for!
You’re a little bored, and was wondering if she’d be down for a little hang out between the two of you, maybe a little bit of flarping for old time sakes? How down would she be?
You kidding? I'm 8ored out of my fucking m-
I mean. I suppose I can clear my schedule. ::::) A quick session and some lunch after would 8e perfect. You in the mood for anything in particular?
Damn, 8usting out the real classics, huh? Kinda light on the com8at compared to the newer modules, 8ut, can't have you overworking yourself........
Not to mention Vriska herself was out of practice these days, though she'd never admit it. Yeah, a quick jaunt and a hearty meal is just what she's after.
I can get everything set up in an hour or so, you just, uh... yeah you should pro8a8ly come with me, I don't wanna IMAGINE what kind of 8ullshit you'll get into if I tell you to gear up on your own. (I gotta have something lying around you can use with those stats...) 8esides, we're right near my hive already.
Of course you’re coming with her, she’s your friend!
And also, it’d be really weird for the two of them to just be in individual boats
You’ll be right over to her when she’s ready! just meet you by the boat!
Oh boy. It’s been forever since you had to use this, you honestly wonder if you still have it down packed despite how…slightly restricted it is
You close your eyes and concentrate, green crackles and a blue outline covering you as you focus on where to go.
You ZAP. Specifically, you ZAP to the docks near her hive you and Vriska first met at one hour in the future, give or take a few minutes and behind the spidery cerulean, Enough to let the serket do her thing and figure out something for you.
You look at the spidery troll girl, even from behind, she’s still got that moxie…
You call out to her to let her know you’ve arrived!
Her rear is every bit as clothes-stretchingly wide as her chest, naturally. More than worth a quick stare as she makes her final inspection of the ship.
Looks like she bothered to change, too... from the back her fancy black and blue greatcoat drapes about halfway down her titanic tush before it simply runs out, and as she turns it becomes clear she's gone for an especially inadequate bikini in lieu of any kind of shirt, leaving the coat wide open. It barely even covers her nipples, plump areolas spilling out the sides!
Huh!!!!!!!! Perfect timing! She grins widely. I, uh... well I TRIED to get you some equipment. Her smile only falters a little as a plain looking mop and frilly nautical shirt flash into her hands. I'm sure the swa88ie has saved the day at least once in some movie pro8a8ly?
Quick stare is an understatement, you treat every wobble and jiggle Vriska does with that rump as utter eye candy.
Almost every version of your friends you have met so far has been utterly stacked, you really shouldn’t be suprised by this point, this really takes the cake, the way the coat hangs over it less like a proper coat and more like a flap, the way she’s chosen to forgo any meaning pirate getup for just a basic, barley fitting bathing suit. Hell, those god damn TIT-
You pull down on your gown with a frown as you feel a RUMBLE down there, it’s already starting, your nuts are already getting productive just looking at the serket.
But you refuse! you and Vriska are here to have a fun flarping time, you refuse to let any sorta erotic narrative antics ruin your second chance at a fun time on the sea, no matter how much you really…really wanna grab at that tush…
You tell Vriska no worries as you don the shirt and grab the mop, not taking off your gown under it so that certain…bits aren’t revealed, you have seen pirate stories where one of the lesser crew saves the day, Infact, you’re pretty sure the main character of the most famous pirate stories on your planet was one and they basically save the day.
You’ll figure it out, you always do! Let’s just get this show on the road!
Vriska's assets heave and wobble all the way up to the helm as she boards the grand vessel. It's clearly made for a fuller crew than this, but the ship seems to run just fine under a combination of Flarp contrivances and sheer Serket force of will.
She sighs softly, visibly relaxed just from getting out onto the open water. Also visible is her slowly building arousal... completely unaware of it, of course, but it's not hard to see her body react to the faint aura of nutstink that follows this little guy everywhere, nipples perking up to make her bikini look even less adequate than it does already.
Pro8a8ly a little w8 8efore anything serious happens... there's a8out half an hour of settling in and getting used to running the ship written into this, 8ut they made this one way 8efore the solo captain 8uild was even a thing. It's fine! We get to HANG OUT now!!!!!!!! How've you been? How's the fucking around life treating you? She may tend to think of herself first, but she seems genuinely excited to catch up.
Your ballmusk, the bane of you and any stacked friend who happen to be near, you’re unaware of its presence because you’ve become smell blind to it, but even with the both of you’s unawareness, your bodies truely understand what’s going on and connect, especially as your musk essentially mixes with the salty smell of the open sea.
You tell Vriska that your fucking around life has mostly quieted down in recent times, certain….swollen appendages have made it almost impossible to traverse places without causing a big scene, or certain…feelings in your friends, so you mostly mope and hang in your room, like John but less depressing.
Infact, this is the first time you’re really going outta your way to do something, you figured going on a boat adventure with your favorite spidertroll would be good for you to kick off the old proverbial dust!
She simply nods, clearly this sounds like the most normal problem in the world to her. Aww, I'll have to check in more often! Must 8e something I can do to keep ya 8usy-
Vriska whips around suddenly, fixed on some point in the distance. It's hard to make out what exactly she's so focused on at first, but as she brings the ship about it comes into view.
There's the first encounter!!!!!!!! Haha, they're gonna 8e SO easy. It takes a lot less time than anyone would expect to pull up alongside the other vessel - the Flarp designers were all killed off in various Flarping accidents so no one will ever get to ask them why they thought a sailing ship needed a speed stat - and she's already at the ship's massive harpoon, wasting no time firing it straight into the side of her quarry and making confident strides along the treacherous tightrope connecting the two ships.
You're okay with ropes, right? Pro8a8ly! We're not fitted out for anything 8ut 8oarding, it's way more effective than anything else anyway. On the one hand, this looks like it couldn't possibly be more dangerous. But on the other, the pirates on the other side don't seem particularly well organized or equipped, and they're already bemoaning the rapid advance of the scantily clad one woman army marching toward them. A safe encounter for someone armed with little more than a mop and determination? Absolutely not. But survivable... hopefully!
You watch as Vriska locks in already starts doing pirate things with the other ship insight, following her as the two of you prepare for crew combat, putting the mop away, you nod and prepare to walk the tightrope along side her. Before you realize something.
You are terribly off balance, every attempt you make to walk along the ropes results in you wibbling left to right, threatening to fall onto your own ship floor, and after a little bit of walking, the sea below. And it’s easy to see why.
It’s Vriska
Or well, to be more specific, it’s Vriska’s effect on you, tightrope walking requires a lot of tiptoeing down the line, which requires swaying hips to hold a constant balance, which results in Vriska’s March having a lot of butt jiggling and booty swaying as a result, which looking at not only makes your balls audibly rumble and churn with needy seed, but slowly makes you start to pitch a tent under your gown, balls and cock that have unnatural mass that are constantly moving.
You can see why you’re struggling
At this rate, you’re gonna fall, before you even get to the first encounter….unless you do something drastic
==> MSPA READER: Hang on
You tell Vriska to wait up and tiptoe over to her as quick as you can, and then you do it
You wrap your stick arms around the humongous assmeat, following her pace, following her moves, as she shifts with each sway, your body moves with her, your cock painfully throbbing, so, so close to touching the underside of the serket’s cheeks.
You promise to the serket that you can handle yourself alongside her once you’re on the enemy ship, your rust is just still there a little, and you’re deathly afraid of falling, you tell her to keep going to the other side, and then you’ll let go.
She huffs a bit, but at the end of the day being grabbed at like this is only a minor annoyance. Not like there's anything inappropriate about it, not at all! Trolls are just made of tougher stuff than most, clinging to her heaving, quaking rear just proves she's the best!
Not that triple-wide Serket cheeks are exactly a cure to every problem here. Sure, there's not much chance of falling into the sea now, but her hips rise and fall so drastically that seasickness may well rear its head... still, there's not much longer to hold on, and plenty to be distracted by on the way over.
As soon as Vriska touches down on the other side any thoughts of a certain someone clinging to her evaporate entirely, immediately throwing herself around the place in a flurry of carnage, every bit of her jiggling excessively with her forceful moves. The safest place here may well be to just, keep holding on... no one's managing to lay a scratch on her, after all.
You find your fear in clutching so much onto the spider cheeks is less seasickness, and more Vriska finding out about your increasing perversion that is your shaft submerging itself between the thief’s cheeks, while your balls are your seemingly big narrative gimmick, your rod is just as prevalent, and is currently slipping from underneath your gown and getting smothered by unaware troll ass
On one hand, this basically confirms your safety, with your rod so squished it’s basically an equivalent of hand holding.
On the other hand, you’re now very, very stuck, her wobbling cheeks having a surprising grip as each action that forces her body to jiggle essentially strokes you off.
On the bright side, with your cock revealed, your hulking balls are as well, and at the speed of Vriska’s flurry, they basically act as a short distance flail for anyone who’s trying to sneak up on her.
Granted, anytime they hit someone, it makes you tense up heavily and gush a LARGE amount of pre between Vriska’s humongous spidercheeks, but it’s the thought that counts!
Vriska focuses entirely on laying waste to the poor fools that dared to own a ship within several miles of her, stabbing and slashing left and right, throwing her considerable weight around the deck. Her cheeks are working overtime heaving up and down, wedging that cock in there tighter by the second; before long it feels better than any toy money can buy!
Hffh... hahh........ Soon there's no one let standing. Another second later, that includes the victor herself, booty unceremoniously crashing down onto the planks as she huffs and pants. The fact that there's someone very much trapped under there seems to have slipped her mind. Fuck, I am... SO out of shape, ughhhhhhhh...
Callie chose a bad day to go for a skirt with no underpants. Her giant cock quickly escapes, growing fully erect and hovering a mere inch away from Vriska's bare pussy.
Milk???????? Never seen anyone ask for milk like this. 8esides, do I look like someone with a 8ig load of milk to hand out? Those udders are clearly loaded with the stuff, and Callie's wayward comment seems to have influenced the fragile, malleable patches of reality that govern Vriska's form - not that she could have seen behind the door until it opened, from her perspective Vriska's heavy, tender nipples may as well have been leaking all day.
If anything, it looks like you're the one 8ringing me cream! With a rude grin, Vriska clamps her thighs tight around the tip pointing directly at her. Maybe this was meant to be an attempt at bullying?
Callie yelped upon feeling those titanic thighs grip her throbbing head so firmly. Despite not knowing she had such assets, Vriska sure knew how to use them! That "cream" she spoke of was out in full force now, thick globs of prejizz spraying across the cerulean's crotch as the cherub panicked.
w-well, how -mnf- aboUt i give yoU my 'cream' for yoUr 'milk'? woUld that be fair?
She may be entirely out of touch with her own excessiveness, but Vriska could hardly deny the burning need building deep in her belly. Wellllllll... I suppose if you're so insistent on looking for milk I 8n't stopping you. If I settle 8ack down on the couch you should 8e a8le to figure things out, right?
It was hardly a question. She half drags Callie inside, mercifully releasing her grip on the girl's pent up shaft, and flops right down where she came from, laid flat across her couch while cherub pre steams and glistens on her lower half.
Callie exhaled as she was released from Vriska's grasp, relieved but simultaneously wanting more. She let her eyes scan over Vriska, draped over the couch like posing for the cover of playboy, and her nuts visibly clenched at the thought of getting her 'milk' and giving her her 'cream'.
y-yes ma'am!
She steps closer, laying her cock across Vriska's face so she could feel its weight, her hips slide back, dragging the engorged head all the way back until it nestles back against that waiting snatch and Callie could start to push in, one hand holding onto the couch and the other grabbing Vriska's hip as she started to slide in.
Vriska slips her tongue out as that tip drags past her lips, giving it a little teasing lick on the way past. She huffs quietly as Callie pushes into her plush pussy, already starting to drool its warm juices onto the girl's needy shaft. Her legs sneak behind the cherub, suddenly pressing down and-
HnNNNNNNNmh~!!!!!!!! Vriska groans with delight as her legs yank Callie toward her, belly bulging out as half that massive shaft is buried in her in an instant!
Callie chose a bad day to go for a skirt with no underpants. Her giant cock quickly escapes, growing fully erect and hovering a mere inch away from Vriska's bare pussy.
Milk???????? Never seen anyone ask for milk like this. 8esides, do I look like someone with a 8ig load of milk to hand out? Those udders are clearly loaded with the stuff, and Callie's wayward comment seems to have influenced the fragile, malleable patches of reality that govern Vriska's form - not that she could have seen behind the door until it opened, from her perspective Vriska's heavy, tender nipples may as well have been leaking all day.
If anything, it looks like you're the one 8ringing me cream! With a rude grin, Vriska clamps her thighs tight around the tip pointing directly at her. Maybe this was meant to be an attempt at bullying?
Callie yelped upon feeling those titanic thighs grip her throbbing head so firmly. Despite not knowing she had such assets, Vriska sure knew how to use them! That "cream" she spoke of was out in full force now, thick globs of prejizz spraying across the cerulean's crotch as the cherub panicked.
w-well, how -mnf- aboUt i give yoU my 'cream' for yoUr 'milk'? woUld that be fair?
She may be entirely out of touch with her own excessiveness, but Vriska could hardly deny the burning need building deep in her belly. Wellllllll... I suppose if you're so insistent on looking for milk I 8n't stopping you. If I settle 8ack down on the couch you should 8e a8le to figure things out, right?
It was hardly a question. She half drags Callie inside, mercifully releasing her grip on the girl's pent up shaft, and flops right down where she came from, laid flat across her couch while cherub pre steams and glistens on her lower half.
Callie chose a bad day to go for a skirt with no underpants. Her giant cock quickly escapes, growing fully erect and hovering a mere inch away from Vriska's bare pussy.
Milk???????? Never seen anyone ask for milk like this. 8esides, do I look like someone with a 8ig load of milk to hand out? Those udders are clearly loaded with the stuff, and Callie's wayward comment seems to have influenced the fragile, malleable patches of reality that govern Vriska's form - not that she could have seen behind the door until it opened, from her perspective Vriska's heavy, tender nipples may as well have been leaking all day.
If anything, it looks like you're the one 8ringing me cream! With a rude grin, Vriska clamps her thighs tight around the tip pointing directly at her. Maybe this was meant to be an attempt at bullying?
I know you pro8a8ly meant something 8y this 8ut now I'm just thinking I'd look cool in an airship. Like sure it's not a ship ship 8ut 8lah 8lah 8lah 8lah-
She goes on for some time, completely distracting herself from the hands grabbing at her fat sloshy jugs.
Vriska! Speak of the devil, Just the troll of the hour you were looking for!
You’re a little bored, and was wondering if she’d be down for a little hang out between the two of you, maybe a little bit of flarping for old time sakes? How down would she be?
You kidding? I'm 8ored out of my fucking m-
I mean. I suppose I can clear my schedule. ::::) A quick session and some lunch after would 8e perfect. You in the mood for anything in particular?
Damn, 8usting out the real classics, huh? Kinda light on the com8at compared to the newer modules, 8ut, can't have you overworking yourself........
Not to mention Vriska herself was out of practice these days, though she'd never admit it. Yeah, a quick jaunt and a hearty meal is just what she's after.
I can get everything set up in an hour or so, you just, uh... yeah you should pro8a8ly come with me, I don't wanna IMAGINE what kind of 8ullshit you'll get into if I tell you to gear up on your own. (I gotta have something lying around you can use with those stats...) 8esides, we're right near my hive already.
Of course you’re coming with her, she’s your friend!
And also, it’d be really weird for the two of them to just be in individual boats
You’ll be right over to her when she’s ready! just meet you by the boat!
Oh boy. It’s been forever since you had to use this, you honestly wonder if you still have it down packed despite how…slightly restricted it is
You close your eyes and concentrate, green crackles and a blue outline covering you as you focus on where to go.
You ZAP. Specifically, you ZAP to the docks near her hive you and Vriska first met at one hour in the future, give or take a few minutes and behind the spidery cerulean, Enough to let the serket do her thing and figure out something for you.
You look at the spidery troll girl, even from behind, she’s still got that moxie…
You call out to her to let her know you’ve arrived!
Her rear is every bit as clothes-stretchingly wide as her chest, naturally. More than worth a quick stare as she makes her final inspection of the ship.
Looks like she bothered to change, too... from the back her fancy black and blue greatcoat drapes about halfway down her titanic tush before it simply runs out, and as she turns it becomes clear she's gone for an especially inadequate bikini in lieu of any kind of shirt, leaving the coat wide open. It barely even covers her nipples, plump areolas spilling out the sides!
Huh!!!!!!!! Perfect timing! She grins widely. I, uh... well I TRIED to get you some equipment. Her smile only falters a little as a plain looking mop and frilly nautical shirt flash into her hands. I'm sure the swa88ie has saved the day at least once in some movie pro8a8ly?
Quick stare is an understatement, you treat every wobble and jiggle Vriska does with that rump as utter eye candy.
Almost every version of your friends you have met so far has been utterly stacked, you really shouldn’t be suprised by this point, this really takes the cake, the way the coat hangs over it less like a proper coat and more like a flap, the way she’s chosen to forgo any meaning pirate getup for just a basic, barley fitting bathing suit. Hell, those god damn TIT-
You pull down on your gown with a frown as you feel a RUMBLE down there, it’s already starting, your nuts are already getting productive just looking at the serket.
But you refuse! you and Vriska are here to have a fun flarping time, you refuse to let any sorta erotic narrative antics ruin your second chance at a fun time on the sea, no matter how much you really…really wanna grab at that tush…
You tell Vriska no worries as you don the shirt and grab the mop, not taking off your gown under it so that certain…bits aren’t revealed, you have seen pirate stories where one of the lesser crew saves the day, Infact, you’re pretty sure the main character of the most famous pirate stories on your planet was one and they basically save the day.
You’ll figure it out, you always do! Let’s just get this show on the road!
Vriska's assets heave and wobble all the way up to the helm as she boards the grand vessel. It's clearly made for a fuller crew than this, but the ship seems to run just fine under a combination of Flarp contrivances and sheer Serket force of will.
She sighs softly, visibly relaxed just from getting out onto the open water. Also visible is her slowly building arousal... completely unaware of it, of course, but it's not hard to see her body react to the faint aura of nutstink that follows this little guy everywhere, nipples perking up to make her bikini look even less adequate than it does already.
Pro8a8ly a little w8 8efore anything serious happens... there's a8out half an hour of settling in and getting used to running the ship written into this, 8ut they made this one way 8efore the solo captain 8uild was even a thing. It's fine! We get to HANG OUT now!!!!!!!! How've you been? How's the fucking around life treating you? She may tend to think of herself first, but she seems genuinely excited to catch up.
Your ballmusk, the bane of you and any stacked friend who happen to be near, you’re unaware of its presence because you’ve become smell blind to it, but even with the both of you’s unawareness, your bodies truely understand what’s going on and connect, especially as your musk essentially mixes with the salty smell of the open sea.
You tell Vriska that your fucking around life has mostly quieted down in recent times, certain….swollen appendages have made it almost impossible to traverse places without causing a big scene, or certain…feelings in your friends, so you mostly mope and hang in your room, like John but less depressing.
Infact, this is the first time you’re really going outta your way to do something, you figured going on a boat adventure with your favorite spidertroll would be good for you to kick off the old proverbial dust!
She simply nods, clearly this sounds like the most normal problem in the world to her. Aww, I'll have to check in more often! Must 8e something I can do to keep ya 8usy-
Vriska whips around suddenly, fixed on some point in the distance. It's hard to make out what exactly she's so focused on at first, but as she brings the ship about it comes into view.
There's the first encounter!!!!!!!! Haha, they're gonna 8e SO easy. It takes a lot less time than anyone would expect to pull up alongside the other vessel - the Flarp designers were all killed off in various Flarping accidents so no one will ever get to ask them why they thought a sailing ship needed a speed stat - and she's already at the ship's massive harpoon, wasting no time firing it straight into the side of her quarry and making confident strides along the treacherous tightrope connecting the two ships.
You're okay with ropes, right? Pro8a8ly! We're not fitted out for anything 8ut 8oarding, it's way more effective than anything else anyway. On the one hand, this looks like it couldn't possibly be more dangerous. But on the other, the pirates on the other side don't seem particularly well organized or equipped, and they're already bemoaning the rapid advance of the scantily clad one woman army marching toward them. A safe encounter for someone armed with little more than a mop and determination? Absolutely not. But survivable... hopefully!
You watch as Vriska locks in already starts doing pirate things with the other ship insight, following her as the two of you prepare for crew combat, putting the mop away, you nod and prepare to walk the tightrope along side her. Before you realize something.
You are terribly off balance, every attempt you make to walk along the ropes results in you wibbling left to right, threatening to fall onto your own ship floor, and after a little bit of walking, the sea below. And it’s easy to see why.
It’s Vriska
Or well, to be more specific, it’s Vriska’s effect on you, tightrope walking requires a lot of tiptoeing down the line, which requires swaying hips to hold a constant balance, which results in Vriska’s March having a lot of butt jiggling and booty swaying as a result, which looking at not only makes your balls audibly rumble and churn with needy seed, but slowly makes you start to pitch a tent under your gown, balls and cock that have unnatural mass that are constantly moving.
You can see why you’re struggling
At this rate, you’re gonna fall, before you even get to the first encounter….unless you do something drastic
==> MSPA READER: Hang on
You tell Vriska to wait up and tiptoe over to her as quick as you can, and then you do it
You wrap your stick arms around the humongous assmeat, following her pace, following her moves, as she shifts with each sway, your body moves with her, your cock painfully throbbing, so, so close to touching the underside of the serket’s cheeks.
You promise to the serket that you can handle yourself alongside her once you’re on the enemy ship, your rust is just still there a little, and you’re deathly afraid of falling, you tell her to keep going to the other side, and then you’ll let go.
She huffs a bit, but at the end of the day being grabbed at like this is only a minor annoyance. Not like there's anything inappropriate about it, not at all! Trolls are just made of tougher stuff than most, clinging to her heaving, quaking rear just proves she's the best!
Not that triple-wide Serket cheeks are exactly a cure to every problem here. Sure, there's not much chance of falling into the sea now, but her hips rise and fall so drastically that seasickness may well rear its head... still, there's not much longer to hold on, and plenty to be distracted by on the way over.
As soon as Vriska touches down on the other side any thoughts of a certain someone clinging to her evaporate entirely, immediately throwing herself around the place in a flurry of carnage, every bit of her jiggling excessively with her forceful moves. The safest place here may well be to just, keep holding on... no one's managing to lay a scratch on her, after all.
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