A boy worships a demonic prince for months, hoping to be inducted into the monstrous ruler’s harem of bitchslaves. He does everything in his power to pervert his mind, body and soul enough to catch the demon’s attention, prostrating himself within the fiend’s summoning circle while he fucks himself with dildos from both ends.
When the demon finally answers his summons, he’s elated to be dragged into Hell, finding himself in a massive palace of red gold and obsidian. He’s far less happy to be thrown into the demon’s kennels, instantly set upon by a pack of hellhounds who are all too happy to fuck him with their knotted cocks. Unlike normal dogs, they take pleasure in forcing their bulbous organs in and out of him, permanently ruining him. The monsters are just intelligent enough to take joy in the boy’s suffering as he cries into the sulphurous fur.
“Demon” is such a broad term for pretty much any supernatural whatsit that takes up residence or reputation among the hordes of Hell. A surprisingly large subset of the infernal population is made up of spirits and gods of fertility, fallen into perversion due to the time they’ve spent basking in the dim glow of damnation.
Nine times out of ten the hulking monstrosity that crawls out of a summoning circle is a virile hellstud whose main objective is increasing their home realm’s numbers by the most convenient means available: pulling the nearest mortal with them back through the portal through which they were conjured to rape them full of cambions, demonic runes of fertility aglow on their shafts and balls. The bitchbreakers most of these demons are lugging around are big (and flared) enough to kill a person under normal circumstances, but the objective of Hell is suffering, and you cant suffer if you’re dead. Hell actively keeps humans alive while they’re getting their organs crushed by demon cock, and even shifts their soul into a fresh body of their current one is too damaged even for infernal magic to repair.
The same can’t be said of the brats they’re stuffed full of. Usually a demon that’s trying to reproduce will be careful enough not to abort its own spawn, but Hell is hardly a good place to practice monogamy. Only the strongest and/or most reclusive demons can expect their victims to carry their impish brood to term, an ordeal that can either be horrifyingly quick or agonizingly long. Some demons’ victims will push out imps in a manner of weeks or days, while others might spend long years or decades incubating an increasingly large clutch of thick-skulled brats. Before even taking into account their horns and spines, demonic pregnancies are a form of damnation in and of themselves.
Imagine having 2 dads, a gay couple, but they use you so they can have biological kids. You forgot which one is your bio dad but it really doesn't matter does it
At this point you don't really differentiate between them as people and more how each of their bitchbreaker cocks feel inside your loose abused bucket cunt. You'd think after this long they would've had one or two successes, but every time you make it to around six month one of them (the one that bends to the left and almost lodges in your tubes) will get impatient and 'accidentally' hit your belly full force with a paint can or slam you into a table or just fuck you hard enough to kill the brat they so generously got you pregnant with. Oh no, so sad, the other one (heavily pierced) will lament that it'll be that much longer till they get another one to play with. Oh well. Better get this one knocked up again
Finding out that not only is your dad a secret, size queen faggot with a pussy that won't quit but that your older brother is the one that knocked him up with you. <3
Finding out because you walked in on them (Big bro left the door unlocked and told you to meet him in there in twenty minutes but didn't say for what.) And you see your dad with his heels by his ears as your brother rails him with the biggest cock you've ever seen. Digging it into the womb that birthed you like it has every right to distend it into the most grotesque shapes a person's flesh could make.
Feeling disgusted until you hear your dad('s?) saying shit you can hardly believe (One still hasn't noticed you, but big bro knows you're listening, hence why he starts yammering) "Hey, old man, think we should have another brat? Little bro is all grown up and gonna leave the nest soon, and you look so good knocked up for me. You came so hard when I told you I wanted to be a dad and forced you to keep baby bro... wanna cum like that again? Wanna make a mess on your son's cock you dumb slut?"
"Noooooo~ don't make meeeeeee~ I'll cum, I'll cum so hard if I give birth to another grandbabyyyyy~ It's grosssssss~ Don't make me cummmmmm~~~!"
"Oh, fuck yeah, your womb is shivering around my head, it wants this so bad, it misses being bred, doesn't it? C'mon, let's make little bro a little bro, huh? Dumbass still thinks he had a mom who left us, thinks he'd never get another sibling... let's show him how his dad carries brats in his fat, old man womb, yeah?"
"No no nonono~! Please?! I don't want him seeing the way my belly hangs off me when it's rounded out from his own brother's seed~! It's bad enough how I can barely look at him without gushing in my boxers, remembering how good it felt when he kicked inside me, reminding me how you put him my womb to begin with~! What if he asks to touch my pregnant gut~~? Hnn~ I'd cuuuuuuuuuuuummmm~~~!"
"Unf -fuck- yeah keep begging me to stop, it makes me harder, remember? That's how the condom broke back then. The more you squirm and whine the more I want this! I want to be a dad again, dad! You really gonna deny me that? You? My cock is built for this, for knocking up whores like you! Admit it! Admit I'm better at being a dad than you!"
"YEssss~~ You arrrrrree! My own son is a better dad than meeeeee, with a cock meant for breedinnnnnnng~~! You're so good at making us both daddies, I'm sooooooo lucky my own son shows me what dad cock is meant to beeeeeeeeee~~! Let's be dad's again, make me a grandpa again!! LEt's make your brother an uncle and give him a sibling at the same tiiiiiiiiiimmmme~~!!!"
Hmmm Souls guy getting raped by the Capra Demon and its dogs over and over again in that cramped little alleyway that someone at FromSoft had the audacity to call an arena. Limbs chopped off, ribs broken, internal organs bleeding from the three bestial cocks beings forced inside him over and over again, just so that the demon can force him again and again to chug an Estus flask in order to keep going. When the flasks finally run out and the warrior dies with one or more monster dog knots inside him, he awakens at the bonfire, hollowed of more than just his humanity.
Like actually look at these animations. Whoever made these has to be VERY into this. Like, no normal person would add that little pull her stinger does that briefly lifts your body off the ground before it falls again.
Remembering those interviews where Miyazaki talks about how his design comes from a place of masochism rather than sadism and another dev being baffled by his direction to keep the enemies' dignity & grace in mind, even when it's like, a bottom half of a dragon.
Practically I think it helps ease the frustration of dying over & over & over in these games if it's at the hands of a person or creature designed to have enough presence and dignity to sell it. "Of course she's killing me with ease, LOOK at her!"
It also might explain why we the fans are Like This
Stable boy begging the soldiers ransacking his family’s farm not to take their horses, professing his love for the animals which he’s tended for all his life, only for the troops to make him “prove his love” by forcing him to suck the stallion’s cock until it cums on his face, before slinging him underneath it, saddling up and riding away.
Sure, the boy’s screams will give away their position, but they won’t have to worry about that for long. It will only take a few hard jolts for the horse’s cock to thrust especially deep inside the boy, giving him things to worry about other than shrieking his head off.
kinda funny how level drain fetish stuff adopts the aesthetic of fantasy RPGMMOs whereas level draining really only seems to be a thing in rather old-school ttrpgs. if you tried adding an enemy that drains xp into your MMO the players would mail a fucking pipebomb to your office
Anonymous: thinking about a poor hapless guy getting gangbanged by a trio of slimes... they trip him up and tear the clothes off of him until he's naked and thrashing. before he can scream for help one of the slimes covers his face, forcing its way down his throat and expanding wide enough to make his head spin from lack of air. it saws itself back and forth deep enough to reach his stomach, where it expands to completely fill it and then some, forcing his belly to bloat until he looks pregnant.
The second one shoves itself deep into his cunt, stretching him open painfully wide and pounding against his cervix until it gives way and the slime can slide directly into his womb, flowing through his fallopian tubes to rape his ovaries. Part of the slime reaches back and plunges into his ass, pummeling his guts until it meets up with the first in his belly. his womb and stomach are filled to the point he looks overdue with triplets and he can barely move. the pressure causes his bladder to give out and gush piss over the second slime.
it seems to absorb the fluid and grow even bigger, causing pain to ripple through him. the slime reaches a tendril up, following the flow of urine until it reaches his urethra. it shoves inside and into his bladder, filling that space as well, making him feel like he's about to burst.
The third slime curls behind him and reaches tendrils out to the sides of his head. the slime slips into his ear canals and deeper to his brain. the boy starts shaking and wailing as the slime rapes his brain into mush, all the pain from before converting into unstoppable waves of orgasms.
the first two slimes eventually withdraw, but the swelling doesn't. they've filled his stomach, his guts, his womb, even his bladder with tens of thousands of eggs. by the time the third slime slips from the worthless leftovers of his brain, his skull also filled with eggs, the boy is helpless to do anything but convulse with pleasure as he lays there. an unresponsive, mindbroken set of holes incubating the next generation of slimes, all eager to continue the cycle.
Well, critters like that just need a nice warm body to keep their eggs safe, right? They have to take advantage of whatever holes they can use~
It doesn’t matter whether or not the poor fellow can breathe while the first slime squelches down his throat, seeking the security of an enclosed space to use for incubation. When the guy puts a hand on his throat to try and rub away the discomfort on instinct, he can probably feel the swell and bulge of a thick slimy tendril expanding into his stomach, making him swell. His body gets heavier by the second as more and more of the thing sloshes into him, filling him up, rounding him out.
The one exploring his cunt doesn’t help matters, either. It can easily squeeze past his cervix and force it wide open around itself, filling his womb as it shoves almost its entire form into the poor boy. Thick fluid gushes into his tubes to explore all of the available room, and the slime is likely delighted to find fertile material for fuel - slimes can reproduce all on their own, of course, but using a host’s own reproductive system against it can decrease the necessary energy output. The boy is forced to confront the horrible sensation of his ovaries themselves being engulfed, squeezed, explored, shifted inside of him, raped in a disturbingly complete way.
The one in his ass can easily navigate the maze of his guts, stretching him taut from the inside out, pressing every single part of him up against the others. The sheer pressure makes him piss himself, but the slimes are undeterred; the liquid, in fact, seems to rehydrate the entire system of slimes somewhat, making them shudder and thicken inside of him. He can’t make a sound, but he’s in more pain than he’s ever been before - and the thin tendril that makes its way up his pisshole a second later only makes it worse, entirely alien and unfamiliar to him, squishing inside and increasing the already-unbearable pressure.
He’d almost forgotten about the third slime, but it makes its presence known by delicately exploring his outer ears. He knows what it’s aiming for, and desperately thrashes his head, trying to escape, trying to shake it off, but to no avail. All sound from the outside world is blocked as slime easily flows into his ear canals, past his eardrums, deeper and deeper until it meets the soft surface of his brain, flowing into his skull and absorbing the cerebrospinal fluid to fuel itself. The horrible headache that results only lasts for a second, however - the slime, seeking further asylum for its eggs, plunges into his gray matter directly, flowing across the entire surface and spilling into every crack and crevice before proceeding deeper, severing connections that used to make him human, pushing everything out of the way to make room for itself and its young.
Now that his brain is being physically interfered with, the victim of the slimes’ escapades can hardly tell that any of this is supposed to be painful. In fact, it seems like quite the opposite - waves of pleasure start building from all across his body, originating deep inside to flow outwards and set his skin alight. The stimulation that was once agonizing spills over into ecstasy, chaining together orgasm after orgasm, his toes curling, his eyes rolled back in his head as he rubs his own clit furiously, masturbating as the slime rapes every semblance of humanity out of him.
The first two slimes had gotten started before the third, so they’re finished first. Their withdrawal hardly seems to make a difference in the boy’s swollen state - they trail hundreds, even thousands of eggs in their wake, making sure every inch of their victim’s insides is full to the absolute brim. Stomach, guts, womb, bladder, throat, he can hardly breathe because of the eggs threatening to come out of his mouth, but he doesn’t care. He’s too busy cumming again, and again, and again, twitching violently at every touch from the slime in his brain. It sloshes and swirls in his cranium, obliterating everything that could be considered human and leaving just the basic functions in place - as well as the arousal, the desire to stay completely full of eggs and slime, the desire to bear young.
Slime eggs replace his brain with ease, creating a pleasant, almost floating pressure inside of his skull. He’s left alone on the ground, every hole gaping and slimy, sloppy, open to use for whoever wants to find him next. If anyone just so happens to come across such a readily-available set of holes and makes use of him, however, they’re not going to leave him pregnant - the slimes already did that. He’s probably going to cum even harder when he has baby slimes pouring from every single hole in an endless wave of invasion and pleasure.
Maybe the young will decide to keep him like their parents did.
Eldritch, extradimensional monster that’s just an infinite digestive system. When it spills over into our world it turns rooms into convulsing stomachs that fill with flesh-melting acid, making doors into toothy, hungry mouths complete with long, sticky tongues for capturing prey. Those who perish inside of the monster’s invasive stomachs will find themselves reforming inside the creature itself, to be endlessly cycled through its cruel tracts.
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