You know you said your feelings about Dave, but how do you feel about the other Strider?
D-> If I have interacted with the humans little enough as it is, then my interactions with the most reserved of them are as you might imagine.
D-> They have appreciable skill in robotics from what I've seen. Though we have never gathered to discuss the topic. From what information does reach me it seems they may be about the most trollishly natured of the humans in general, very curious.
your tail is sticking out of the clean towel pile, nep.
D-> Nepeta knows better than to hide in that location.
D-> As I have grabbed for a towel before without investigating it. The results were... Messy. She is quite soft, the tactile difference for me was minimal in the moment.
you ever actually pailed anyone or still suffering there
D-> I return to my den to notice Nepeta racing from here on all fours.
D-> I must assume she read this highly inappropriate question and rightly left to preserve any dignity. Leaving me as moirail to settle such matters.
D-> We left Alternia before any of us was of age to suffer a visit from the concupiscent drones. And then life got e%ceptionally busy.
D-> So no, I have not yet had an opportunity to settle such matters. It is one of the few aspects of proper alternian society I find to be of lesser concern to have lost.
maybe don't butt in with your big butt if you don't want us talking to you nep
:33 I am a master of stealth!!! I can vanish into the undergrowth any time I want, out of sight! *The mighty huntress slinks away, covering her tracks!*
>:33 Hey! You're not supposed to message me directly! You're just lucky I'm staying over today!
:33 I'm not the glowing mistress of the daylight I don't know how to eyeball measurements! But I have to imagine purretty large to put a ceiling betw33n you and someone shorter than you!
You ever just puff your assets out to annoy Vriska when she's on one of her little ego trips?
D-> Ever since she managed to re-grow her arm I lost a considerable piece of leverage to keep her in line. Though my mind remains impenetrable to her, much to her consternation and my amusement.
D-> Usually my concern is attempting to make sure I do not do any "puffing out".
Nepeta's Notes!
:33 Vwhiskers almost exclusively gespurrs with her chest instead of her paws! It's a little distracting even when you're not a big silly dork. I half think they've grown out just to block their view of fur underneath them!
CAPTOR CLOWN FIESTA: PART 3: the part where this thing ends no matter how much I have to hatchet it
all smut under cut. gratuitously so. hyper dick, heavily excessive cum, i'd say dubcon but it's my Sollux so I get to say he'd have agreed to it anyways because Captor's have no word for moderation.
"begin!"
Chahut had sounded off the contest. Sollux had the smallest hope nothing would come of this. Purplebloods were insane, everyone knew that, but some kind of weird sex contest, with a lowblood no less? They'd have to be drinking a lot more than faygo for that surely-
Thud, thud, thud, footsteps on stairs. Oh right, they had been.
"now There's our firsT conTesTant. i knew you weren'T no biTch krelah."
'Krelah' was another female purple. While tall and well built in her own right, she didn't have Chahut's immense early-molt height. She was however significantly more bottom heavy than the showrunner. Spandex clad hips flared out wider than her shoulders, carting around two immensely globular ass cheeks. Each step she took let her make an exaggerated sway of her heavyweight hips, and by the roll of her cheeks following up the movements perhaps the earlier thudding hadn't come from her feet.
Walking up to the still lightly twitching tower of yellowblood dick, Krelah gleefully draped her hands around the head of it and leaned in to plant a thick, wet kiss atop it. A dark splotch of lipstick now crowned it where she pulled away, and the soft press of her lips to the heavily primed lowblood forced another spurt of precum out and onto the front of her colorful shirt. Not that she seemed to mind. She plucked the condom out of Chahut's hand while the taller troll graciously stepped back to let the first contestant work. Krelah seemed to be able to locate the viewing slit to give Sollux a wink before sliding the somehow perfectly fitted condom down the throbbing pole with both hands.
Still somehow locking eyes with the disgruntled captive, the wide bodied purple leaned forward and down. For a moment Sollux thought she might be trying to get in close to speak to him, before the plot was revealed. Krelah was taking her pants off, and as she tugged and wiggled to get them over the incredible breadth of her hips, Sollux was treated to the view of another pair of moons. The magnificent set of twin hemispheres were large enough to frame her head from behind, looking to be almost setting over the horizon. A palpable weight was felt just by looking at those over-dense grey orbs.
She rose back to her full height, seeming to take in a deep breath of the potent pheromonal cocktail such a powerful organ produced. Not that any more was needed to dedicate her to the sacred task now entrusted. Krelah spun around again to face the crowd, the utter wagon behind her giving a resounding clap as it swung into itself. Then she thrust backwards in a motion that had probably felled many a smaller partner before and sandwiched Sollux's cock between the wall and her colossal ass. As the yellowblood wheezed in slight pain and a great deal of pleasure another spurt of cloyingly thick pre fired off, and would surely have hit the crowd had the condom not caught it. She started to move, rubbing, shaking, and grinding against the captive pole. Her hip movements were expert despite the incredible weight she carried, and soon Sollux found himself gasping as the absurdly weighty cheeks began slowly devouring his dick down between them into a cushioned vise.
Krelah had never had the pleasure of working with a bulge that could actually escape her giant cheeks, and was all too eager to put her all into working it over. Beneath the mounds of bubbly fat her lower body was all muscle, and she put it to work pumping his cock vigorously. Were he not protected by the glory hole's walls Sollux could imagine his lap being pummeled as her ass crashed into the stage with a meaty slap every time she squatted down then rose back up, sliding him against her again and again with a savage intensity. Behind the wall Sollux was almost pulled from the chair several times by the force of her buttjob, saved only by being tied to it. His nuts gurgled ferociously, swollen down to rest on the ground in front of him. Krelah could feel the hardened steel of his prick throbbing with need and decided to cap things off. "Oh yOu want tO paint these cheeks sO bad huh lOwbl00d? maybe if i catch yOu later. nOw give it tO me!" She called back down toward him and started to shake herself silly, forcing the immense gray globes to slam around him with mighty claps and try to and practically bludgeon an orgasm out of him. It worked, and with a cry Sollux began to unload the first fresh batch of the night. Whatever material the condom was made out of truly must've been miraculous to hold against the gushing torrent of overly thick seed. Krelah kept up her dance the entire while, tantalizing and tenderizing throughout each powerful throb and buck of his hips while Sollux's own wicked elixir stretched and bloated the purplish material until she finally had to step away and let it rest against the ground. When he was finally done the audience beheld a garbage bag sized condom fit to burst on the stage. Krelah gave a smirk of victory and hefted it up in her strong arms to cart it off to the side.
Sollux was nearly doubled over in the chair, a thin line of drool leaking from his mouth. Surely that would be all then? They had their fun, and clearly the first load being so large had to mean the rest would be smaller and thus not worth the trouble. Yet as he looked up, expecting to see a now bored crowd of purples dispersing to the next shiny thing, he could only groan. What he saw instead was his traitorous cock standing taller than ever, pulsing veins eagerly challenging the crowd while his bloated balls churned even more fiercely. And the purples answered the challenge, the crowd surging up in a wave onto the stage.
What followed was a dizzying array of debauchery. Sollux's mind was so overloaded with sensation that it seemed to go by in flashes. Every mirthful lady in attendance wanted a piece, and they got one. Breasts from the petite to the prodigious glided down and squeezed around him. More tongues than felt possible lapped, sucked, and lavished every inch of that behemoth on stage with endless coats of saliva. He barely felt the condoms going on and off repeatedly as people climbed his towering cock like a jungle gym to squeeze their whole bodies around it, or the boldest attempted to take the place of a condom themselves and tried to force what inches they could of the divine instrument into greedy holes. All the while he came, and came, and came. A seemingly never-ending torrent of overly potent, sticky gene slime pouring out of him into the endless receptacles, or over the starving crowd in the brief moments between sheathings. He felt that at some point Chahut or another attendant must've forced him to drink something, else surely even with his cock calling all the shots he'd have passed out from dehydration by now. Eventually, his penis smothered and lost amidst the writhing mass of horny clowns that had long ago turned this from a contest with a goal to a worshipful orgy, Sollux lost consciousness.
By the time he came to time had long since given up and turned in any hope at meaning. It felt as though his half of a soul had been fully filled in with lead instead as not one muscle outside of his eyelids could move, and those only at a meandering crawl. There was a real ceiling above him at least, not some tent canvas. So where was he? Unable to turn his head, the answer came with a voice.
"finally sTirring huh? Those girls did a number on you." The placid face of the long-horned purple loomed into place over him. A faint grin formed, as one large hand began trailing down his side.
"guess we'd beTTer check and make sure That promise of every lasT drop was fulfilled."
didja see theres a lactating karkat rn? shits wild
D-> I have not. Why would that happen? That is a bodily function reserved for species that bear their own young in undignified fashion, of which we do not.
D-> Should I be asking mine what the meaning of this is?
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