i’m imagining a consensual non consent fantasy where it’s like a Domme who’s also a monster trainer. and she overestimates her control over her werewolf sub while working with them at the full moon. they are trying to keep the sub from shifting in reaction to the moon but it doesn’t work and the sub changes. but not only do they change, they find themselves a completely overcome with the need to breed something. and the domme is right there with three holes available
and the sub ravishes their domme all while apologizing and begging her not to kill them or get rid of them when it’s over. literally brutally fucking her face while pleading in this small mewling voice that they’re sorry and they’re still a good boi they swear they just can’t help it. and like breeding her cunt which is wet and aroused from all the rough play (she won’t say how much she really loves the opportunity to be fucked really roughly the way she likes). and they put her in a mating press and push their slick cock inside, howling and whining and still asking for forgiveness as they rut messily until they cum, pressing painfully deep with their cock.
and she feels them hardening more and the cock starts to feel bigger and the sub howls and moans like they are in pain and they’re just desperately trying to force their knot in her sore cunt, even though it seems too big. and the domme is yelling now, trying to regain control. saying no, no don’t. it can’t—i won’t until the sub puts their hand over her mouth, whining in shame at her look of fury, pushing her gaze away with their grip as they thrust shallowly, trying to get the muscles to yield. and the domme is furious and trying to fight back so the sub forces two fingers in her mouth, knowing that in the end she really does like it rough and the facefucking will probably break her concentration enough. watching she goes slack and the knot pops in causing her to tense and wail around their fingers and they only shove them deeper. fucking her throat, spit roasting her between their cock and their fingers. watching her mind go blank and her body go slack as they breed her cunt deeply and stay knotted inside
another scenario between these two. I imagine the sub werewolf strapped to an x cross or even a catherine wheel mounted on the wall. the wolf has been subject to teasing torture tactics of the unrelenting Domme, bold with the restraints to protect her from consequence. and yet she underestimates her sub's strength, and the metal manacles meant to contain them snap unceremoniously. and the wolf is on her, coming up behind her and pushing her over her own workbench, sending potions and powders clattering across it surface and some onto the floor. the contents of a small bottle spill onto the work surface and the fumes of Delirium soak into her brain
desire rises in her body and her will to refuse evaporates. the wolf's claws rake up her sides, trying to push her skirts to the side but slicing them open instead. the pain burns through her body followed by a shiver, and the Domme begins to straighten. but the sub presses her head down into the table, cheek right in the puddle of aphrodisiac, unwilling to take admonishment. unwilling to halt their movements. unwilling to do anything but sate their pure primal need. taking with a brute force, her body jostled with the power of unbridled thrusts. and the Domme's body becoming more and more limp as the substance lapping at her face braided its magic to her pleasure
They’ve been traveling together for awhile now, the kid doesn’t really have a destination in mind. He’s just along for the ride, and this dude feeds him too so,,,it works out! It’s awesome! They’re both trans, he gets to listen to stories about the truckers transition. And it makes him excited for the future! This man is so supportive of him, taking care of him, and it just slips out.
“I wish you were my dad.”
They don’t talk for awhile. And he feels knots in his stomach, like he’s just fucked up this one good thing he had going. He mopes in his seat, keeps his face pressed against the window and tries not to cry. When they pull over he’s not suprised when the man opens his door and tells him to get out.
He bites his lip, trying to choke back the tears. He expect the man to drive off and leave him, but he doesn’t. He grabs his arm, so frail and small between his fat fingers, and drags him to a bathroom. He doesn’t get a word out before he’s slammed into a stall wall and the trucker is pressing their lips together. His face is read and his head is fuzzy, this isn’t what he thought would happen. This isn’t even something he thought of. But a large hand is squeezing its way into his skinny jeans.
“W-wait!”
“Fuckin…think you can just say stuff like that, huh? get me all fuckin worked up. Thinkin about you as my son, my pretty little boy.” Fuck his fingers feel good circling his clit. It’s not even his own choice when his hips start moving, as if they have will of their own.
His head is thrown back against the stall, unable to stop the whines leaving his lips. And the bear of a man towering over him is drinking it all in. Loves the way he looks withering against his touch.
“I can be your dad…I can be that for ya kid. You gotta be good for me though, yeah? Can you do that? Be dads good boy?”
He’s nodding, he shouldn’t be but he is. His words are caught in his throat, the idea that this is wrong is somewhere in the back of his head but he can’t hear it over his own pathetic moans.
The man pulls his hand back, making him whine and pout. That earns him a chuckle in response.
“Patience baby. Don’t worry, dad’s gonna give you what you need. My good boy, dad’s good boy. Anyone ever suck your cock before?”
He shakes his head. Wants to say something about not having a cock but he can’t, not when he watches the man drop to his knees and start pawing his pants off.
“Sweet boy…ofcourse you haven’t. Saved yourself for me, right? Gonna let me show you everything?”
“P…please…” it’s all he can manage, thick fingers are spreading open the lips of his cunt and his clit throbs with anticipation. He’s so bare, so exposed.
“Please what? Come on, use your words.”
“Please…please dad please suck me off. Please I need you dad dad dad please..” he’s sobbing, sniffling and shaking with feelings intensely taking over his very core. And he just about looses it when there’s a warm tongue pressed right to his sensitive bud. His hips jerk forward. The truck driver his dad licks and sucks at him like a man starved. He’s moaning into his cunt, like eating him out is somehow giving him pleasure. And fuck it’s too much, he cums embarrassingly fast. Whimpers when he continues to lick him through his orgasm.
“Good job, kiddo. So fucking good. Taste so fucking good, so lucky to have such a sweet boy.”
He’s crying again. Collapses on the floor to his knees, and a big arm is wrapped around him pulling him close.
“It’s okay. You’re okay, you’re safe now. I’ll take care of you. You don’t need anyone else, just need me. Just need your dad.”
knight that is absolutely smitten by a jester. he might be bigger and stronger and very able to fold a little fool in half but he gets brainless and stupid with every look they give him. every little touch against his armour. every witty word that falls from their lips that a knight was never raised to understand. wasn't raised with the education of a prince or a duke. wasn't privellaged enough to learn poems or sonnets or songs. but he's so hungry. and so determined. and so fucking willing to be played if it means getting their attention.
finally alone with them in back chamber. calloused hands trembling as he touches them over their clothes. never felt a texture so soft. pretty heart patterns covering the fabric of the outfit that makes the knight feel weak. can't help but get on his knees. built to serve. but the jester doesn't abuse that. doesn't take advantage. runs their fingers through unkept hair and can't help but pull him in to worship them like they're royal. because to him, they are.
the knight eating their hole so hot and messy and uncivilised. greedy and stupid. the jesters hands gripping and grabbing and moaning so fucking lovely. bucking up into the knights mouth because they're never allowed to be so rough with their other trysts. barely allowed to indulge in turning off their brain and taking in the pleasure of an eager mutt. he's so fucking eager.
they want to be patient but the ache is too much and they're pushing the knight onto his back and tugging at his scratchy underclothes to get to his cock. sighing at the sight. so fucking hard in between the folds of his cunt. and the jester can't help get on top and sink down and groan at how fucking good it feels. the knight trying not to lose it too fast. he holds their hips and squeezes and curses and tries not plow them until they break. and the jester sees that. leans down and nips his neck and ear with their teeth before asking him to fuck them hard.
exactly where they're meant to be. legs up and mounted with a hard cock sinking deep into their hole something feral. that knight of so much composure falling apart in their arms as he ruts hard and fast and deep until he's mumbling about cumming. and the jester holds him close and whines and bites into his shoulder so hard it might make a mark deep enough to become a part of his collection. another scar on a weathered body. but unlike the rest, this one is filled with lust and passion and desire. of a night where he was theirs. and they were his. he hoped it'd scar.
he fills them up, just as they wanted. and of course it's not enough for a jester that's being indulged and spoiled so beautifully. roughed up with so much tenderness. so they keep their knight close. rock against him until he stops trembling and starts to fuck into them again. kiss him soft and tell him he's good. while he pants and nods and can't say anything but thank you. thank you so much. I'm so happy I can be yours. I'm so happy you can be mine.
The bathroom door is unlocked so when I open it, I'm surprised to see someone inside. He's standing there, leaned against the sink. Eyes red and glossy, mouth drooly, speech slurred when he tries to question my presence.
I think I know him; he's like two or three years younger than me. "Hey, kid. Are you okay?" I place my hand on his back to try and steady him. "I'm just really, I think I'm really high."
He's babbly and maybe a little confused. He's so crossfaded right now. He might not be able to get home like this. He's vulnerable and weak in this state and I'm barely tipsy.
The thought of his boycunt makes my mouth water. I reach back and lock the door. He doesn't even notice. He also doesn't protest when I lay my hands on him again. One on his back, the other on his waist so I can turn him to face me.
"Whata you doing?" he asks before my lips collide with his forcing a kiss out of him, my tongue slips into his dry, liquor flavored mouth. He lets out a strangled noise before weakly trying to shove me away. I walk him back to the wall and hold him against it.
My mouth moves hungrily against his. The boy moves his head to pull away from me. I kiss his neck and lick at the soft skin there. I grope his tits and pull his shirt up so I can see them. They're cute, big and soft in my palms and his nipples are pink and soft.
I lean down to suck one into my mouth. He lets out a soft whimper of a noise as I lick at his cute nipple. The other seems neglected and I switch over to it. Another noise escapes him, this one is a little louder. No one will be able to hear anything I do to him over the thumping music. I tug his shirt over his head.
"W-wait, I don't... Leave me alone." My hands are already undoing his pants. Once I can yank them down and see his soaked cunt I smile. "You don't want this?" I question, slipping my hand between his thighs, "Why are you so wet then, sweetie?"
He swallows hard, trying to think of an answer. But he can't think of one before my finger circles his clit. "Yeah, that's it." His head falls forward onto my shoulder.
He's muttering about how he doesn't want me to do this. I doubt that he'll even remember this in a few hours. So, I of course have to use him while I can. I turn his body around and bend him over the sink. Jesus, he's so wet he's dripping and when I line my tip up with his entrance, he tenses up and lets out a choked yell as I shove my cock in his tight hole.
I'm balls deep and he's fluttering around me. "You're so tight. You're a virgin, huh?" The boy whines as I begin to thrust into him. It isn't long before he's moaning loudly and practically drooling into the sink.
"Wait, stop. I-I don't want... Please!" His protests are cut short by a sharp cry before he's cumming all over my cock, shaking from overstimulation. I don't stop ramming his cute pussy, he cums again on my cock, slick gushing down over my shaft.
I slam him hard, snapping my hips sharply. My thrusts become erratic and he starts to cry, babbling incoherent words between wet sobs and the slap of my balls on his cunt. "Yeah, that's right baby. You take my cock so good."
My cock twitches as I fill him with my hot seed. A loud moan erupts from him as he cums hard again. This time he slumps against the sink, letting me rut into him until my balls are empty. When I pull out he sobs.
His legs are essentially useless to him. I tuck my dick in my pants and wipe up his poor pussy. He'll definitely be sore in the morning. Especially after I feed him a few more drinks and take him back to my place.
CW: Noncon, woman who happens to have a dick, size difference, non-human genitals, horse dick, massive dick, gallons of cum stuffed up into reader, musk kink, scent, pheromones, mating cycles/rut, kidnapping, minor pet play, very mild degradation, general yandere behavior
Word Count: 1k
(Just something that demanded to be written, working on it here and there, not beta read so please forgive any oopsies.)
The sun was at it's high point in the sky, overseeing it's domain like an oppressive monarch. The heat was sweltering, sweat covered you from head to toe, dripping down in rivulets as you drank the last drops from your canteen.
You were surrounded by dusty, rocky ground, rocky hills, and dry brittle bushes and clumps of grass defiantly eking out an existence there.
A distance off vultures circled, some poor creature that had succumbed to the inhospitable landscape.
You were an explorer but had misread the map and were entirely lost. No one ever said you were great at your profession.
If you didn't find some shade and some water you'd be the vulture's next meal by the end of tomorrow.
Astoundingly, after cresting the next large hill, you were met with the most welcome sight your eyes had ever beheld. Water. In the distance a small glimmering blue river running through a a valley below the craggy hills. You were saved.
No time was wasted as you stumbled down the hill and into the valley, tripping over yourself as you made your way down. The river was a way off but nothing you couldn't handle.
The landscape slowly leveled out into a flat plain, gradually getting just a bit more lush as you closed in on the river.
You practically put your entire head under the water, after which you took gulps from hand and refilled your canteen. You... probably should have boiled it, but it looked beyond pristine.
More than just water, the river also provided a handy landmark that you'd be able to get your position from.
The crinkle of paper could be heard as you unraveled it, before a gust of wind suddenly took it away and dumped it into the water many feet away. It was gone. You just... stared at where the water had claimed it...
Well, you thought, you can always follow the water. Bound to find something eventually.
You turned around to grab your backpack and smacked right into the sweat slicked horse cock of a muscular woman.
The massive 7 and a half foot beast had somehow snuck up silently behind you while you watched your map abandon you.
She smirked down at you like a predator looking at prey that was both particularly easy and juicy.
The woman had a huge equine dick, one that swung and twitched as she looked down at you, it hung down in front of two massive orbs the size of your head. The musk rolling off of them was enough to almost make your knees buckle. She was covered in black fur below the waist, was equipped with a bull tail and ears, rock solid abs, huge biceps, large firm breasts with pierced nipples, a golden nose ring, and a pair of large bull horns.
Her skin was tan, kissed by the sun, she stomped a cloven foot before snatching you up to her face and sniffing you thoroughly.
"Raika finally found mate."
Her voice was rough and her English broken. Which made sense, her kind was said to live in isolated tribes, they sometimes wandered around when rut was strong and no suitable mate nearby.
You hadn't realized but you had entered her temporary rut-territory miles back and she had been following you, observing you silently, the entire time. Your scent was nice, and you were clearly too inept to ever be able to get away from her, you'd be lost. Honestly she was doing you a favor, you'd end up dead out here on your own.
It was decided after she saw you close up with your cute scared little face.
You would be her precious mate.
The first order of business was to drench you in her musk. You were plunged and rubbed firmly into her pits and massive sweat drenched nuts. The smell clung to your flesh and clothing.
After a thorough coating of her strong bullgirl pheromones you were hauled easily in the fireman's carry position back to her tribe, too scared to struggle.
In no time flat you were adjusting to life in your new home. Which mostly meant your asshole adjusting to the massive penetration brand new self appointed bullgirl husband, getting accustomed to being only allowed to wear a skirt like leather cloth so she had easy access, and being absolutely drenched in her overpowering musk at all hours.
Her cock was even bigger erect, it stood proudly, showing off the bars of a Jacob's ladder piercing set going up the shaft.
You could feel each one as they caught against your rim before slipping inside.
There was never a day without being thoroughly stuffed with over a gallon of cum, and never a breeding session when you weren't reduced to an unwilling quivering ball of moany orgasms and need. Her cock flared when she came, visibly throbbing under your skin.
You had tried to sneak away one night, but the cowbell collar she affixed to you woke her.
"Tiny dumb boy. Too harsh out there. Too fragile. Only safe with me. Belong under Raika."
You ended up face in the floor while she hiked up your garment and pounded you extra rough for over two hours, you spent the rest of the night with your face firmly in her armpit.
The next day you spent most of your time under her musky nuts, sitting on a cushion on the floor between her legs. Her balls rested on your head like a weighted blanket, the musk so strong it felt like it was seeping right into your brain.
"Soft brain mate needs musk pet training."
When you were done with your "training", dumb and limp, boneless and drunk on her scent, she slipped into you again, belly once more bulging from her size. You keened and arched into her thrusts this time, being a well behaved bitch for her.
She filled you multiple times before plopping out of you, cum tumbling out of you as she cuddled you, burying your head between her breasts.
If you ever tried to escape the safety and love she provided again she'd have to give you another lesson. And she'd make sure it would stick.
Yandere Shark Merman x Gender Neutral Reader
CW: Noncon, double penetration, non-human dicks, kidnapping, fucked big stupid, copious amounts of cum, biting, licking, overstimulation, general yandere behavior
Word Count: 1.1k
When you think of an island what do you envision? A tropical paradise complete with palm dreams, warm sands, calm waters, the scent of tantalizing foods wafting along the shores as the sound of children at play dances in one’s ears?
Well, that was not the Channel Isles. No, The Channels were full of rough rocky shores, the smell of fresh caught fish dominating the air, wind that bit and howled, the crash of wave on stone, and frequent rains that soaked you to the bone.
Yes, you specifically, you lived here.
And, as most people did there, you made your living by subsisting on the bounty of the moody sea. You would row out on your small boat and cast your net wherever you thought there was food to be found. Luckily, you had no family to feed so you traded away the extra after eating or preserving what you needed for yourself.
Emeri, by contrast, was a merfolk, a merman to be precise, and he had always been warned to stay away from the humans and their nets, and he had listened to this advice diligently.
He had no way of knowing that he would find himself ill and caught by accident.
Caught by you when you had gone further out to sea than you normally would. He had no energy to fight back and his fever made him barely aware of what was happening to him. You were amazed at your discovery, a merman with shark-like characteristics.
Starting a bit above the hips his body was the tail of a fish, smooth looking and covered in the scales of a shark. You could tell he was sick just from looking at his face and pressing your hand to his burning head, his mouth was slack and open revealing two rows of sharp teeth, his long deep blue hair was all over the place, his dark emerald eyes half-lidded, and the skin of his human half was light blue.
Even sick he was beautiful, with a lithe build but with defined muscles.
Under the cover of night you took him back to your home on the shore, hauled him into a tub of ocean water, and carefully fed him and tended to him with herbs that you hoped would worked on a being that seemed at least half human.
And you hoped he lacked a taste for the flesh of humans.
After a few days the fever broke, he remembered everything you had done for him, originally worried you’d hurt him but he was powerless to escape. But to his surprise you tended to him with more tenderness and care than anyone of his own species was likely to have.
You treated him like one of his kind would only treat a beloved family member or perhaps a mate.
The merman, who’s name you learned when he shared more about himself, was very grateful and surprisingly friendly. But something dark and unknown was festering in the depths beneath his jovial exterior.
Emeri was taken back to sea in your boat, not wanting him to just go in from the beach and risk being seen. He stayed near enough that whenever your boat cast out you were sure to see him, he helped you find fish spots and herded fish into your nets, he developed a larger and larger obsession over you. You always shared your catch with him.
One day the shark-man led you further than usual and then further still, promising a hearty school of large fish. When you were close enough to where he wanted you he took control of your boat and pushed it to the cursed isle that your people avoided like the plague. No one would be coming here to happen upon you.
Your shouts of protest went ignored as he beached your vessel, pulled you out, then smashed your boat to bits so you could never leave him.
The island had fresh pools of water that you could drink, caves for shelter along with an old hut, and enough fish around and timber for fires to cook, everything you needed for survival. And his tail was long enough that he could slither about and drag himself around on land, as long as he did not leave the water long enough to dry out.
“Sorry about that,” he said in a chipper tone as if apologizing for something trivial, “Now we can be mates without ever being disturbed!”
You were shouting, cursing, asking him why he would do this, but something made you go silent and back off.
As he pulled himself from the water his toothy grin sent chills down your spine.
Without warning, he launched himself at you, pulling your close off roughly and flipping you into the sand before mounting you as you struggled beneath him.
Two slimy cocks had emerged from his genital slit, large and musky, they pressed insistently at your entrance before slipping into you. Once they found their target he pounded into you with the brutish roughness one would expect from a shark merman.
You whimpered in a torrential mix of pleasure and pain as his cocks rammed into you as he bit various parts of your body. His sharp teeth pricking your flesh enough to draw blood but not do any real damage.
Emeri licked the blood, sucked, and bit at your back and neck as he fucked into you at an increasingly desperate pace. He moaned at your delicious taste as you moaned at the delicious way his cocks filled every inch of your insides.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good. So good. So good.”
He slowed his pace, stopped, and plunged in as deeply as he could, getting his thick cum as far into you as he possibly could. He unloaded himself and filled you so much that your belly bloated with his seed.
You were a sobbing whimpering mess, all pain long since melting into pleasure and fucking you free of your senses.
Emeri immediately flipped you over to face him and began pounding into you anew. He licked up your beautiful tears and drool, bit your neck and chest, kissed you deeply. He couldn’t stay out of you, you came many times as did he, but he couldn’t quit fucking you until he was entirely spent entirely spent. He took you to one of the caves that connected to the sea and had plenty of moisture for him, he cuddled and bathed you while you babbled incoherently, cum leaking from your stretched hole for a long time until you were finally mostly emptied out.
The next day you’d wake up and try to protest again, he’d fuck you quiet and stupid again if you got too feisty until you learned you belonged with him, then he’d feed you some of the fruits humans enjoy so much.
Male Bull Hybrid Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader
CW: Noncon, aphrodisiac sweat, scent kink, musk, pheromones, massive smelly balls, big musky horse dick, non-human genitals, massive size difference, huge loads of semen, licking, underwear theft, underwear sniffing, reader fucked stupid, general yandere behavior
Word Count: 2.1k
Summary: Kaelin is a depressed emo femboy who happens to be half bull. There is one thing that makes him smile, his bubbly farmer neighbor. You.
When he goes into rut he can't handle your rejection.
(Really hope y'all enjoy this one. Also if you like my works please consider tipping, this blog is my only income source.)
For Kaelin, it was another dreary day. Hopeless and meaningless. He hauled himself out of bed and dressed himself in some low rise skinny jeans that showed off his pubes, panties, and a crop top that showed his flat belly and happy trail. The crop top was of course black and adorned with small skulls.
He finished his look with black nail polish.
It was a lot of effort to look like you cared so little.
The only thing good in his life, the one thing that made him smile, was his farmer neighbor. You.
His horns rested against the window as he looked for you. You weren't out yet. He sat on the edge of his bed and grabbed your sweaty undies, holding them to his face as he inhaled the scent.
He had stolen them the last time you had left the house. Hopped right into your window. You needed to be more careful. If you weren't, someone really sick could go right in your home and do god knows what. Luckily, you had him watching your home all the time.
He slid over to the window as his sensitive bull ears twitched, picking up the sound of your door opening. He watched you as you slowly went through your organically raised crops inspecting them.
The bull imagined it was your crotch he was huffing and not the fabric he still held up to his nose. He pulled his large equine cock from his pants and tugged it while sniffing your clothes and watching you intently.
He wanted your hands on it, wanted it to be your tight human hole he was filling with cum. Instead he had toblick up the mess he had made in his hand.
Kaelin struggled to get his cock, even flaccid, back into his pants. Then he made his way to the door and went out to "check his mail." Of course he just wanted to wave hi to you and maybe try to catch your eye with his increasingly revealing clothing.
Oh gosh. You were actually walking over to him.
"Howdy, neighbor! I had extra ingredients and baked you an apple pie. Pink lady apples of course. The best baking apple. Grew them myself..."
As you prattled on about the best baking apples and your pie baking secrets Kaelin happily took the box with the pie. Another gift from his sweet bubbly farmer.
He smiled at you dumbly until you said bye and left all too soon. He frowned as you walked away then risked staring a moment as you went about tending to your large patch of sunflowers. Then he watched you from inside while he slowly ate the most wonderful pie in the world, carefully savoring every perfect crumb.
You were none the wiser as you merrily watered your bright flowers. It was such a lovely day on the farm and nothing could ruin your mood! The bees were buzzing, the butterflies were fluttering, and everything was going so well.
Before he met you such a scene would have made Kaelin sick to his stomach. But now it just made him fluttery.
You had to leave to go get some additional seeds for succession planting, he got excited as he saw your truck drive down the road and towards the nearby town.
Kaelin immediately made his way out of his home and over to yours, popped the screen out of your window, and made his way into your home. He went for your bedroom, a room that he could navigate to in complete darkness despite having never been invited into your home.
He pulled your pillow to his face, inhaling the scent that was purely you before he started grinding into it while imagining it was you he was humping into.
The home invader was tempted to whip out his cock and just fuck your pillow but he didn't want to leave musk or cum behind as evidence of his guilty pleasure.
Kaelin left before his lust made him do something more risky and resolved to ask you out soon. He was normally nonchalant and unbothered by anything but the thought of rejection really made him nervous.
The yearning he felt for you was stronger than the fear of rejection though.
The next day he approached your door. He had hardly slept at all in anticipation of what he was about to do. He went to your door and made himself knock, fighting back the urge to run off. He took a deep breath. The worst thing that could happen was the word no. And why would you say no? You were so sweet and he was pretty good looking and always nice to you.
When you opened the door he forced the words out, confessing his love to you, baring his soul with flowery words and elegant poetry.
He handed you a note that read
“Uh, I am so so sorry Kaelin! I am just so busy on my farm and don’t really have much time for a relationship! I hope you understand.”
He just mumbled out that he understood and slowly trudged his way back to his home.
He thought he had known depression and despair, thought he would be prepared for rejection, but this new pain was worse than anything he had ever experienced. It was like his entire future was smashed to bits, all the plans he had made in his mind involving the two of you.
What had gone wrong?
His sadness filled mind clung to what you had said. You were just too busy. That’s what it was. You were stressed out by your farm. The pressure must have been getting to you, hidden under your bubbly demeanor.
He had to show you that he could help you. That he could lighten your burden instead of adding to it.
The bull thought of all the ways he could help you on your farm. He worked from home and had plenty of time he could utilize to help you. Your yards were beside one another too and you could even use his to expand your farm a little.
And then he entered the strongest rut of his life, his hormones and mating instincts were driving him damn near feral, and he had a different sort of idea for what to do to de-stress you and prove to you that you needed to be his. He should satisfy you sexually and fuck you non-stop to prove his prowess.
Denial and rut made a potent combination in the delusional bull.
When he barged into your house with a crazed look in your eye you were terrified, more so by the massive bulge in his pants making his intent known.
“Think you can act all happy and flirty with me and take my heart and not have to deal with the consequences? I’ll show you I’m the only mate for you, sunflower!”
You ran into your bedroom and locked the door but he ripped it right off the hinges and cornered you. He hated seeing that look of fear on your face and even in his horny state he still made attempts at soothing you, though they did nothing to help.
He ran his broad tongue across your face, making long slow stripes up your face. Then he nuzzled into your neck, nibbling gently and licking there too. He had to settle his ray of sunshine down, but it was clear what he was doing wasn’t helping. Maybe you’d feel better when you were bouncing on his dick. You’d love his dick, he was sure of it.
He peeled away your clothes slowly, trying as hard as he could to contain himself and not do anything to hurt or scare you further. Then he shed his own pants and panties and tossed them on the ground, revealing an intimidating cock with a Jacob's ladder set of piercings, before pushing you down on your back against the bed.
Your face was met with his musky horse cock, he pressed your face to it, grinding against you finally, so much better than your pillow or dirty clothing. He rubbed your face down his shaft before smothering you with his musk-soaked balls. He grunted loudly, his musky sweat smearing your face, making you reek of him, marking you in the most primal way and denoting you as his property.
You writhed and sputtered, the smell flooding your nose and making you dizzy, lighting an involuntary heat between your legs. It could almost be described as drug-like, definitely an aphrodisiac. Under the power of his pheromones your fear and worry melted away, you began nuzzling into his large pillowy sack and cock.
Kaelin caressed your face, looking down at you as he bit his lip. He needed to get inside you.
The pheromones had made you much less tense but you’d need a heavy amount of lube to take a cock as big as his. Luckily it produced its very own supply.
Precum welled up at the tip of his cock and ran down in thick beads, he took several gobs of the viscous fluid into his hands and massaged it into you eagerly, slowly slipping more fingers into you, wiggling them around inside you making your breath hitch when they hit just right.
When you were lewdly moaning, capable of taking four of his fingers, and dripping with his precum he knew you were ready. He lathered up his cock with his own fluids, lined it up with your well massaged entrance, and pressed himself into you firmly.
You practically saw stars. It didn’t hurt too much but the sudden intrusion was jarring nevertheless, you were definitely rearranged internally.
It took a moment for you to adjust but once you had you relaxed and he began thrusting slowly, pushing and pulling you on the bed with each movement. Your moans began to fill the room, mingling with his rough groans.
Kaelin wished that he had done this much sooner. The way you felt around his cock was simply indescribable. The heat, the tightness, your every twitch and shudder. All too soon he found himself filling your belly with a large load of smelly bull seed and continuing without pause right into another round.
He plunged in deep, causing your stomach to bulge out with the taut outline of his flared cock. He grabbed his cock through the bulge it made in your flesh and jerked himself off, using you as the perfect living fleshlight gripping his dick perfectly. He came again from this in record time, the stimulation unlike any he had ever experienced before.
Then he pulled out of you with a loud squelch, eliciting whines and whimpers from your needy form. You hadn’t gotten to climax yet and you needed that sense of fullness back inside of you. You wouldn’t have to wait long.
The femboy sat on the bed and pulled you over to him, lowering you down balls deep onto his thick cock. He pounded into you harder and faster than he had earlier, taking you and pulling you down with every push up into you. You gasped with each movement and his balls smacked hard into you as he satisfied his rut in you.
Kaelin lasted much longer this time after pumping his quicker loads into you, but when you practically convulsed in rapturous bliss, moaning his name so loud he could imagine the neighbors half a mile away could hear it, he filled you again.
For a while he just held you there close to him, warming his cock as cum leaked down it out of your hole, occasionally licking at your neck with that strong tongue of his. When he peeled you off of his cock a massive amount of semen dripped out, soaking your bed, you probably would have been rather annoyed but pheromones were still coursing through your system and you had been fucked to the point of total exhaustion.
You couldn’t even form a single word let alone complete sentences.
“Umm ugh hm…”
“Yeah, I love you too, sunflower~”
That didn’t stop Kaelin from interpreting what you said however he wished though.
He pressed a kiss to your lips then took you into your bathroom with him, setting you on his lap in the tub as he went about cleaning you up. He had to stop himself from taking you again and getting water everywhere. He figured there would be plenty of time for that once he moved you in with him. A process he started the second you fell asleep after the two of you were washed.
Kaelin couldn’t wait to show you how helpful he could be on the farm. He knew you’d be happy to be his after you rested a while.
Male Cyclops x Gender Neutral Reader
CW: Noncon, mistaken identity, cum as lube, aphrodisiacs, aphrodisiac cum, size difference, cock warming, betrayal, sold into sexual slavery
Word Count: 1.7k
(I don't really consider Rorn to be a yandere in this fic, but he definitely would be one if a sequel was ever written. He is still falling for reader and needs to see how they act when they get more comfortable.)
You and your closest friend in the world, Eldin, were horribly destitute. You were failed members of the Adventurer’s Guild and it had been weeks since your last successful contract. And there were no easy tasks left on the guild board.
You shared a ragged tent in the woods when you needed to sleep. You had been trying to find food in the wilderness. Your bellies rumbled, edible grasses and a few scant roots had been all your stomachs had known for days. Better than what you could have found in the city you supposed.
But a week of festivals and holidays would soon be upon the great city, Askai. Soon every inn would be full to bursting, every market stall would be flush with exotic wares, the smell of hot honey cakes, blood sausages, roast chicken, racks of lamb and sizzling slabs of bacon would fill the air, travelers far and wide would crowd the streets and taverns.
Heavy was the promise of quests and adventure. And with them so too was the promise of coin. Surely the two of you could find some task within your abilities! If nothing else the two of you weren’t above collecting dropped coppers from the ground, or food... if it really came to it…
As you made your way to the source of your hopes you got lost trying to find the main road.
It was entirely the fault of Eldin, who had grievously misread the map. The two of you remained silent, not wanting to waste the energy on words and not trusting your mouth not to speak cruelly in anger at Eldin’s mistake.
After trudging for days, subsisting off of accumulated dew, and a few berries that luckily held enough juice to sustain you, you smelled meat roasting and saw a thin stream of smoke raising like a hand to the sky. It beckoned the two of you.
Neither of you were in a state to deny the temptation.
The smoke and smell led you to a large clearing surrounded by an open fence, in the center was a massive cabin. Far too large for human or elf.
Just as you had that thought a massive man, over 8 feet tall, came from behind the tall fence. His height was not the only thing frightening about him. He was a living wall of muscle, with a bit of pudge covering it, his ears were pointed like the elves, his thick faintly pale pink shaggy hair came down to his chest, a massive wooden club was fastened to his belt, he wore a northern style fur waist cloth with nothing underneath and from your viewing angle you could see a girthy cock swinging between his legs, but his most striking feature was his eye.
He had but one large eye, his iris bright red and demonic.
“Ah Joren! I thought you had ran off with the deposit for the pleasure slave and would never return!”
He hurried the two of you into his clearing and rushed into his cabin before returning with a bag clinking full of coins. Clearly he took Eldin for someone he had done some… business with.
“You’re a bit late and weren’t great about communication, but you returned with the goods so here is the rest of the coin!”
“Oh, uh, I sent a bird of course, but there are always hawks preying on the pigeons, you understand!” Eldin lied, shifting on his feet anxiously as he eagerly took the coins.
“Well, I have urgent business to attend to,” he put his hand on your shoulder apologetically, “I have to be going now, treat the purchase gently and be sure to feed them soon, the journey was perilous!”
He made a speedy retreat with his new found wealth. You stood agape as the cyclops closed the gate behind your best friend, trapping you in an unknown hell in exchange for gold. Hopefully he would perish lost in the forest.
“Don’t worry, don’t worry! I am sure Joren told you that I am in need of a relationship and not just sex. You’re my partner, I won’t hurt you!”
You were in shock and remained silent, staring up at the goliath with his substantial member peeking out. How could anyone of your size ever hope to take such a man? The notion of an attempt unnerved you greatly.
Despite your ample anxiety and the way it curdled your stomach you could not help but forget it when a slab of gravy coated meat was presented in front of you with a side of steamed broccoli and a large baked potato topped with a pad of butter and chives. All this set upon a human sized table with you sitting upon a similar proportioned chair.
Evidently your unnamed “host” knew how to cook and had made preparations for your stay, getting appropriate furniture for your size.
After you ate your fill the anxiety crept back, though maybe he would be careful with you since he had gone to such lengths to make you comfortable. Even so, you still had no intention on being a “pleasure slave” for this blue mountain of a man.
“I’m Rorn, by the way! I realize I had forgotten to say… don’t know if Joren did,” the cyclops boomed. He was far to chipper, in stark contrast to your understandably
Averting your gaze timidly, you muttered your name, not having it in you to look at the monster for any longer than a passing glance.
Without warning he pulled you into his lap, slipping off your clothes and ignoring your feeble struggles. You had eaten, but it wasn’t enough to restore the strength that had fled you in the past several weeks of hardship and squalor. And truth be told, even if you were returned to your peak you’d still be as a mewling kitten before the might of Rorn on his worst day. And it wasn’t his worst day.
He easily slid out of his meager clothing, but slipping into you would take some work.
You would have to be relaxed, for one thing, and you certainly weren’t.
Rorn rubbed your thighs, stroked your cheek, rubbed between your legs as gently as he was able. But nothing was working. But that was okay. He had wanted to spill it all inside of his newly acquired mate, but he was sure he’d have more than one load for you.
Like all cyclops, his cum was powerfully arousing. He knew it, but you did not.
When he started stroking his hard cock, almost at eye level as it rested between your soft thighs, you began to relax a bit thinking he had given up on sheathing it inside of you.
As he got closer to his release the smell of his musk got stronger, he thrust weakly between your thighs and into his hand, and he barely contained the sounds of his pleasured grunts.
Before you knew what was happening a massive torrent of thick, hot, sticky pale pink fluid covered you. It smacked you in the face by the gallon then slowly dripped down your entire body and onto the cyclops on which you were seated.
It got in your eyes, mouth, and tingled your skin wherever it touched. Though just a bit in your mouth would have been enough to cloud your thoughts and bring you to your knees, kneeling before the strength of your arousal.
You wrapped your arms around his still leaking cock, unable to think of anything other than getting off.
Not like that, my dear,” Rorn laughed.
He put his hand under you and rubbed his potent cum directly into your crotch, massaging it in, making sure your entrance was as relaxed as possible before he slowly added fingers, then replaced them with a large toy he had gotten to prep his human.
When you were stretched as well as you possibly could be, with anything other than his mighty cock, he pulled the toy from you with a lewd plop. You whimpered, even started crying. You were so aroused that it hurt. It was almost like a fire had been lit inside you and only the feel of something fucking you could hope to calm the raging flames.
“Shhh. Calm down. No need to cry!”
The cyclops plopped you right down on his cock, it had remained rigid the entire time his toy had been buried inside of you. He was happy to replace it. The feel of your ass against his crotch, his balls bouncing as he thrust up into you, the slick embrace of your insides around his length.
Nothing could compare. He was convinced heaven was a place deep inside you that he was currently inside of, your body the entrance to it.
You bounced as if feral, not of a mind enough to make it in time with his mind shattering movements into you. Not of a mind to do anything but seek sexual release. The cum he had drugged you with wasn’t something that helped orgasms come easily. It made other races keep up with their cyclops mates. And even when you came it was not enough to sate you.
On and on you went. As did he, filling you with load after load after load. You fucked yourself to sleep right on his lap. You leaned against your new husband, snoring loudly and resting well for the first night in a very long time. He wasn’t very sleepy, but he was content to warm his cock inside you for a few hours while you got some much needed rest.
Rorn couldn’t wait until you woke up. He was smitten. You were just as Joren had described, a bit quiet but willful. But so cute. He wondered what hobbies the two of you would enjoy together. Did fucking count as a hobby? He imagined you would do that plenty. But he also liked cooking, gardening, and hunting. Though he probably wouldn’t take you beyond the fence until your feelings for him matched his for you.
The cyclops peeled you off his cock slowly, though you did not stir. Rorn supposed you were still tuckered out from your trip to him and all of the sex. Fuckered out may be a better word to describe it, he mused. He chuckled at his pun.
Rorn nestled you into his bed, surprisingly soft and plush, and got in beside you, a protective arm draped over you as he began to join you in blissful sleep.
Male Therapist/Psychiatrist Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader
CW: Noncon, piss, forced piss drinking, pissing inside reader's ass, medication, kidnapping, collared and chained, general yandere behavior
Word Count: 472
(I don't expect this to be super popular but I hope some people enjoy it anyway! Also as far as I can tell the medical information about the active ingredient and percentage of active metabolite excreted after ingesting this particular medication is accurate, I did the research.)
Dr. Brauer was your therapist and psychiatrist, he knew exactly what you needed. What you needed, according to him, was a weekend getaway at a large cabin he operated for group therapy. A retreat for anxious people to be among their own kind and slowly come out of their shells all in the rejuvenating fresh valley air.
It sounded lovely. Like the perfect way to de-stress. But it was a facade. Once he had you there you found that you were the only one there.
“They are just running a bit late and you’re a little early, how about you come on in and have some tea, I just made some. Nice and warm!”
You had a cup and got really sleepy, impossibly so, you nodded off and didn’t wake up until hours had passed. You didn’t recognize your surroundings. You were in a plush bed surrounded by soft pastel colors. Half of the room was split with iron bars like a jail cell and you were trapped inside.
You also found yourself collared and chained to a wall, letting you roam your cell and the bathroom in it but no further even if it was open.
Dr. Brauer quickly made his love and intents for you known, everyday fucking into your tight hole lick clockwork. Cuddling you, kissing you, cleaning you. It was practically ritualistic.
But he was a psychiatrist, and he was used to giving you a prescription. 100Mg of Venlafaxine ER was your medication. Since he took a lot of vacation time and had forgotten to get your meds he had to get creative.
Luckily he had a 300mg prescription for Venlafaxine ER himself. And he knew that 5 percent of the active ingredient along with 29 percent of unconjugated ODV, the major active metabolite, passed through in the urine. 1/3. Which was your dose!
In his warped mind it was clearly meant to be!
So every single day he slid his cock into your mouth and let forth a torrent of piss right down your throat, making sure you swallowed every salty drop. You wanted to spit it out but he was fucking insane and you learned that if you put up too much fuss instead of using your mouth he’d use your ass as a urinal instead, slipping in a butt plug to keep it in for a while, as apparently it absorbed certain things pretty well
Even when he began to work a few days a week he still insisted on the ritual of feeding you your medication by personally “making” it himself.
He enjoyed it so much, the thought of him curing and taking care of you, of making you ingest something that was a part of him and that had helped him with similar issues. It was so romantic~ Couldn’t you see that?
I am very behind on getting gardening supplies this year and also need to save any extra money after that to go towards replacing my messed up phone, I promise I have been productive working on a long comm and have outlines ready to turn into mini and full fics for mermay.
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Yandere Lobster Man x Gender Neutral Reader
(CW: Pirates, piracy, lobster men, non-con, collaring, oviposition, general yandere behavior)
Word Count: 1.4k
(This was requested by the amazing @solariahalsey, who also helped greatly in developing the story, she is a long time friend so I let her cut the line with requests, she is also one of my two amazing beta readers, without her help and encouragement I would not post nearly as much.)
You were a skilled pirate captain sailing the seas for fortune. You were on the hunt, waiting to ambush a small convoy of merchant ships that your intel told you would be passing through these waters.
You had become very infamous, plundering ships large and small in a very large territory, evading capture at every turn, and all without having harmed a single innocent person.
This job should have been a piece of cake for you and your crew, but that isn’t how things had worked out for you.
Your intel had, ironically enough, been an ambush itself. At first you had no idea what was going on when you heard clicking and skittering all around you. But soon enough large lobster men climbed up from all direction onto the ship, surrounding you completely. There was no choice but to surrender. You cursed your informant for his betrayal.
The oldest looking one, seeming to be in his mid forties, approached you.
“You were a slippery one, they finally had to assign me to the task, a fleet admiral.”
He stood proudly in front of you, he had four arms, all covered in a hard dark blue carapace, two ending in hands and two ending in claws. His hair was black and cut into the typical “high and tight” military style and he had an antenna sticking from each side of his head. His feet and legs were human like, but also encased in hard blue shell. He wore a wetsuit with the navy insignia and flag of the United World Government that covered his unplated chest and crotch. Though it left exceedingly little to the imagination.
He and his underlings bound up the hands of you and your crew mates before gathering you all in front of the fleet admiral.
“Listen up pirate scum! I am Fleet Admiral Neelim. The only reason you are not being executed is because you never took the lives of your victims! However; you have still caused great harm economically, so a punishment must be given. Since the population of our species is at an all time low we have been given permission to use you all as mates and incubators. When the UWGS Ensnare arrives you will board the ship and then assigned your mate. You should feel honored to help contribute your services to such a worthy cause.”
This wasn’t completely unheard, non-violent criminals given as mates for various monster races who’s populations were declining. But it was still a shock to you. Never in your life did you consider that you would wind up as an incubator for a lobster man.
You rolled your eyes, you would find an opportunity to escape one day and by the might of Poseidon you would… eventually.
For now there was nothing to do but wait and hope you got assigned to a one of these men that wouldn’t be too rough with you. You really hoped you did not wind up with Neelim. He seemed way too militaristic and proud of himself. Also… he was larger than the others and that scared you.
Of course when you boarded the government navy ship you were immediately assigned to Neelim… He was the only one they would assign you to given your status as the pirate leader and your infamy.
You had been a mighty pirate, a scourge of the sea… but now it was your booty that was in danger of being plundered by this uptight admiral…
You were escorted to his quarters. Over the course of the next few weeks you got to know him better.
He did not go straight to forcefully breeding you, most of your former crew were not immediately used as egg warmers, though you did notice more and more bulging bellies among them as time went by when you saw them in the mess hall. Instead Neelim actively courted you. Trying to woo you into being his mate.
The lobster man would frequently bring you really nice food, better than what he and the other lobster men ate. After all, you would need the energy to carry his eggs.
He brought you clothing, in blue, he wanted you match his uniform. You would have refused, but he had taken your other clothing and it had been dirty anyway so it was either this or nothing.
Neelim made you wear a collar that said “(Y/N) Property of Neelim, if found please contact XXXXX.” Apparently it was standard practice for all people in your position, but yours of course matched him.
After wearing the collar he was not so paranoid about one of his men without an assigned human stealing you.
He was not overly strict with you as you had feared.
But he was no pushover, every time you tried to make an escape you were punished. He would tie you up for a few hours and leave hickies all over you to remind you who you belonged to now.
Neelim would laugh and mockingly call you his little pirate. He was much less serious and more sweet but mocking behind closed doors.
Forcing you to sit on his lap while he held you close, teasing you about how cute you would look with a tummy full of his offspring, teasing you about the blush that appeared on your cheeks every time he told you how small and adorable and weak you were.
He started to get less patient with you. You were his and you just had to accept that and being nice about it with you just wasn’t getting him anywhere. It was your fault you were given to him in the first place.
Eventually, after coming back from a particularly stressful day of taking care of his administrative duties Neelim cracked and decided he was not putting up with your disobedience any longer.
He cornered you in your shared quarters. You tried hard to squirm and thrash away from him but you were not match for his four mighty arms.
He disrobed you easily, his pincers ripping your clothes away, and pulled you to his lap, his big blue cock already out and at full mast. It leaked copious amounts of natural lubricant so he rubbed and prodded your hole with the tip, massaging the thick slippery fluid into you. You continued to resist but it was a fruitless endeavor.
He kissed you roughly as he pulled you all the way onto his eager prick. He was sorry he had to make you do this, but the future of his species relied on him to do his part and he expected you to do your duty as well. You really had no one to blame but yourself for being in this position.
Neelim pushed into your well lubed hole at a steady rhythm, impaling you so deeply that your stomach actually visibly bulged out a bit with every thrust of his hips. You were like a living fleshlight.
The lobster man felt you up with his hands as well as his antenna as he bred you, putting special emphasis on rubbing your soft thighs. He ignored your protests and eventually they transitioned into little moans and gasps of pleasure.
This made Neelim happy, he wanted to make you feel good too.
“My good little pirate~ So good holding my eggs for me~ You like it don’t you (Y/N)?”
You shook your head in denial even as he sucked on your neck and his cock continued to delve deeply into you, coaxing a lewd moan from your lips.
“No! I hate it!” In spite of your denial you started grinding into his cock in sync with each of his thrusts. As he bred you he continued leaking his lubricating precum into you and it felt nothing short of glorious.
“But you’re doing such a good job and are making such nice noises for me!” The lobster said mockingly as he quickened his pace before holding you close with all his arms and driving his dick into you as deeply as he possibly could, causing you to cum as he started filling you up with egg after egg not stopping until he ran out and you looked heavily pregnant.
The admiral nuzzled you and held you close, with you still on his cock.
“See? That wasn’t so hard now was it?”
there's something very hot about being raped in the backseat of a car.
it's an inherently claustrophobic environment and that makes it so much easier for someone to box you in and force their dick between your thighs.
it's not comfortable for either of you— but they wanna rape you so badly that they're not concerned with their own comfort, and your discomfort is just a bonus for them.
you think about how easy it would be to get help if you could just reach the door handle, but they have your arms restrained and bent at weird angles and it hurts.
and then when you finally struggle enough to wretch your hand away and pull on the handle, you realize they turned the child safety locks on. then you realize the windows are tinted much, much darker than they should be.
you're not even sure there's anyone around to hear you scream.
Mm new favorite genre of CNC: apologetic rape. Cry and whimper and apologize while you pin me down and force your raw cock inside me. Tell me you love me, that you're so sorry and that I'm doing so good and you just couldn't help yourself. You promise you'll pull out. You promise, you promise but it feels so good inside me. You can't stop it feels so good you're so sorry you can't stop your hips and you cum inside me as deep as you can. You're so sorry you swear it was an accident, but since it already happened now you can keep going right? It's okay to cum inside me now right? You already failed to pull out you may as well seal the deal, and it would be so hot to get me pregnant and you're so sorry you need to fuck me. You need to breed me, to rape me full of your cum until you know I'm pregnant then fuck me more at the mere thought of it. It doesn't matter if I pass out, you just keep going because you can't help it. You can't stop yourself, you need to. You need it. You need me you love me.
At the beginning, she's going to want to cum. A lot. This is perfectly natural, and you can actually tell her so. Wanting orgasms is normal for catgirls at this stage. The issue is that right now, she thinks she needs orgasms. This leads to a very unbalanced sexual diet, as orgasms become simple maintenance rather than a true pursuit of the pleasure your catgirl deserves. So, you're going to edge her. The first time you don't let her cum, she might act shocked for a moment, but when you turn on the vibrator again, she'll quickly forget that. It shouldn't take long before she's begging you to let her cum.
You're going to tell her no.
At first she might not understand. She might think you just want to edge her longer first. So as you edge her again, you're going to explain. You aren't going to let her cum today. In fact, you're not going to let her cum for a good long while. Catgirls don't need to cum - her hips might buck at this part, ignore it - and you're going to make sure she's taken care of.
When you're done edging her, cage her and keep the key, so she doesn't get any ideas. If she has her own vibrator, take that too for the moment. Most catgirls have trouble giving themselves orgasms in a cage, but it's better to be safe than sorry.
From here, your goal is to give her as much pleasure as she wants, but not let her cum. Let her get into into it! Compliment her moans, the way she squirms, how cute she gets when she begs. In between kisses, point out how easy it is to make her blush now that she doesn't cum anymore. When she asks you if she can have an orgasm, run your hands along her sides as you tell her no. Help her to associate pleasure with touches and kisses and soft words.
Help her forget why she ever thought she needed to cum.
Then, when the association is broken and she's mostly forgotten what it even feels like, do it for her. It's important not to let your catgirl do it herself. That just reinforces the old "feral" habits. No, you're going to make her finish, and hold her while she does, so that when she thinks of orgasms, she thinks of you, and being held, and compliments, and being edged.
And then you're going to put your catgirl back in the cage, and she's going to purr.
OKAY SO HOLY SHIT you can all thank the wonderful @lostlvr33 for this. Over 5000 words of alien fuckin', belly bulgin', and egg layin'.
Commissions are still very much open, and thank you all.
Title:
Word count: 5059
Kinks: alien abduction, probing, tentacles, inflation, cum inflation, impregnation, oviposition, egg laying, stretching, multiple penetration, all the way through, anal birth (eggs!), bukakke, fingering, plugs/toys, anal, dub-con (at points, she gets into it p quick), lactation. There's probably more but that's the JIST OF IT --
Summary: Kim's all ready for a good night out; the lights in the sky are not what she expected, but maybe her secret fantasies about being an alien fuck-pet are finally going to come true?
It was going to be a good night out. That was the plan, anyway. She'd spent the last two hours getting ready, after all; making sure that her dark hair looked glossy and striking, packing herself into a tight-fitting, low cut white top and low-riding skinny jeans. Yeah, it wasn't like she was rocking the little black dress or the most expensive jewellery she owned, but it wasn't like she needed to tonight. Kim knew she looked good, and that confidence was going to keep her feeling good as she and the girls hit the town tonight. One final spritz of perfume, making sure the fabric of her shirt showed off her very present assets without them actually popping out, she nodded and made her way to the door, grabbing her handbag off the side. The night was pleasantly warm, no need for a jacket, and into the clutch went her phone, keys and wallet - she wouldn't need anything else, after all.
As she stepped out of the door, locking it behind her, she considered her options. It was maybe a twenty minute walk to the bar where she was meeting the girls; but it was only just getting dark, the sun very low in the sky, and it was such a pleasant night, it was probably worth saving the taxi fare and getting a good walk in whilst she was at it. Her low heels clicked against the ground as she started to make her way towards town, cutting through one of the nearby fields. The summer had been very dry, so she wasn't worried about sinking into the mud. The sun disappeared behind the trees as she walked, but she had nothing to worry about. The hum of distant traffic was unimportant. Strange, though, she thought to herself - usually you couldn't hear traffic this far out. And it was getting louder by the moment, in fact, a whirring that could've been a lorry or - or was that - an aeroplane? A helicopter? She paused, looking up but seeing nothing above her in the clear sky…
Brushing it off, she began to walk a little faster, feeling a touch of fear ripple up her spine as she started to flee from - from something, she didn't know what, but there was a humming roar above her and when she looked up - her whole body froze. She was sending the signals to run, but her limbs were completely trapped. Her head was still tilted back, chest heaving as she panted, not even able to drop her clutch. A ring of lights hovered above her, gleaming against metal that had been hidden before, and then - she was ascending. If she'd been able to move properly, she would have screamed, but she couldn't. Her basic functions must have been unaffected, as she could still blink, breathe, feel her heart pounding and her neurons firing as she tried to flail in midair. But it was no good. She was a statue, rocketing into the air, still holding her clutch as the world blurred in her terror and she wondered if she was going to just catapult into the sky and suffocate and -
Crossing the threshold from what looked like open sky to the inside of the ship was jarring. Kim didn't know what to think - her throat bobbed spasmodically as she swallowed, walls of tech and blinking lights and figures moving around her, skittering back and forth in her vision, making it hard for her to absorb anything that was going on properly. Her head was spinning, the clonk from being released, the sudden ability to look around as she landed heavily on the metal platform that had closed below her. This couldn't be happening, it was impossible. Heart hammering inside her chest, she peered around as the shapes kept moving. So many lights and buttons, and then there was a hand on her, more hands, pulling her up to her feet. Her clutch let out a thud as it landed below her, but she didn't pay any attention to it as she was manhandled. Or - or not manhandled, because these weren't men -
"What's going on!?" she demanded, unable to believe what she was staring at. The people who moved around her were people-like, but they were unmistakably not people. She had been levitated out of the field by a beam that had held her completely in stasis. Oh, god. Aliens. She was looking at honest to goodness aliens, wasn't she? Only that couldn't be real, aliens weren't real, but here she was, on a ship, and they were all looking at her with big dark eyes as she tried to straighten her back, all the more glad that she hadn't gone with the dress for tonight. "What are you going to do to me?" she demanded now. "I'm not doing any - any weird things with you - you - you weirdoes -" she insisted, furiously.
But there was still a part of her, if it couldn't believe that this was real… that also couldn't believe this was happening. That she was here, with aliens, and what they might - do to her. God, what they might do to her…
They didn't look that dissimilar to humans, really. Big dark eyes, their skin a soft blue instead of the green she had imagined, and they were actually wearing - clothes, and their form wasn't that dissimilar to a person's.
They were talking rapidly, Kim realised, words passing back and forth in what was a language but not one that she understood. One of them moved closer, a hand - or what seemed to be a hand, even with less digits than a human one, longer and more slender - but they were holding a cylindrical device. It jammed into her neck, and she yelped, trying to pull away, but it was too late. Whatever they had injected into her sent cold spiraling through her veins, a chill that she couldn't explain, causing her to shudder ever so slightly. She ran her fingertips over the jab site, pale skin tingling.
"What did you do to me? Are you going to probe me?" she demanded, fiesty, before her eyes widened. "Are you going to probe me?" she repeated, a little softer and more excited than she would've admitted.
Whatever they had injected her with was making her skin tingle all over. She swallowed hard, staring at them, but now they were moving closer, grabbing her arms, shoulders, lifting her with astonishing strength, three of them moving her deeper into the ship. Still they were talking, in a language she didn't understand, back and forth, as they carried her through tunnels and passageways. How big was this place?! Then, finally, a door slid open in front of them and she was thrown onto the floor, landing heavily on her chest. Thankfully she was well padded there, but it was still uncomfortable, the wind knocked out of her. Scrambling up again, the door had shut behind her as she shot to it, banging her hand flat on it.
"Hey! You can't keep me here! What are you going to - do - to me -" she turned slowly as a metallic clanking grinding and whirring started up behind her.
The room was nothing like what she'd expected, although what she might expect of a prison cell on a space ship. The fear was one thing - snatched on her walk to a night out - but a deeper part of her was perhaps a little more aware of the edge of excitement, the thrill. She didn't know what was going to happen and that was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her… she breathed heavily, taking in the space around her. It was a big metal square, no windows, although there seemed to be ventilation grids in the ceiling. The grinding noise was coming from the floor; a panel was sliding open, and the reality of it was crashing all around her. Kim was suddenly very much aware that this was real and happening. The heat of excitement bubbled inside her body, although that could've been whatever they'd injected her with. Years of dreams and secret fantasies were all coming true…
Out of the floor rose slick tubes, and she wasn't sure if they were organic or mechanical. They moved fluidly, slipping over one another, but the whirring in the ground seemed to say they might be robotic rather than - alive. Drawn closer in fascination, they moved faster than she could've imagined, wrapping around a leg, sending her crashing to the floor. The impact winded her, a rough gasp forced out of her lungs, as she was wrenched forward and then into the air. They began to slide over her skin, coating her in more and more of the slime, burrowing into her clothes. She cried out, trying to kick, as her arms were wrapped and her movements arrested. Her chest was heaving again as she drew in heavy breaths, the tug of fabric against her skin as the tentacles began to rip them apart, the snapping of threads and rending sounds as they fell away in pieces. Her bra gave in, as well, jolting her forward as her double-d cups popped out into freedom. Her jeans were putting up more of a fight, but they were soon torn asunder just as easily as the rest of her.
The slick was moving over her entire body now, pressing between her legs and oiling her breasts, sliding against them, between them, reminding her of boyfriends of the past - although much longer and stronger than they had been. And her skin was tingling all over with whatever was smearing on them, nipples standing to attention, vividly aware as they wrapped around her legs and started to spread them. The tip of one of the tentacles began to probe at her entrance, and she whimpered, not sure if it was positive or negative. The goo sent twitching tingles through her clit, before they began to slip inside, stretching her out. She shuddered, legs twitching as it began to wriggle into her tunnel. It was thick, but not impossibly so, and so very slick that it entered her without any real difficulty.
"Stop -" she moaned, head dropping backwards, hands grasping at the bits of the long tubes that she could actually reach, with no real desire for it to stop as it pushed deeper, starting to thrust into her. She bucked her hips, reacting to it instinctively, feeling as the tentacles wrapped around her breasts massaged and pressed into them, before the tips wrapped around her nipples, setting up a throbbing suction that made her skin tingle all over again. "Fuck. Fuck -" she moaned again, shuddering down her spine. Another tentacle, more slender, began to slide underneath the other, exploring her. As it began to press against her butt, she felt a little flare of panic, but it was no good - the fluids dripping from her lips as the thicker one fucked into her, and it's natural lubrication, it began to push inside her deepest parts.
"Oh, fuck." she whined, unable to help herself, twitching around it. She'd never felt so tight and full in her life, and it didn't hurt, even if it ached with the stretch. It felt - good. God, it felt so good, whatever they were doing to her - the tentacles thrusting deeper and deeper. The one in her rear wasn't fucking her quite as intensely as the one in her pussy, but it was squirming deeper and deeper, pushing it's way into her guts. She was fully impaled, held tight even if she'd wanted to fight, she wouldn't be able to get loose now. They had her, like ownership… the one in her tunnel was starting to pulse, pushing harder and faster, rocking her despite how well held she was. "Fuck, oh, fuck, please-" she whimpered, the shlck of the tentacles driving into her, the texture so unlike anything she'd felt, smacking so deep -
"Ah!" Kim cried out, clenching around them, before it locked deep inside her. It was trembling, vibrating, keeping her riding out the roughshod pleasure the thoughtless monster was giving her. If it was a monster, not some machine controlled by the aliens that had her trapped here… there was a deep rumbling humm somewhere she couldn't see. The one in her butt was still pushing deeper, she could see her belly bulging as it made it's way astonishingly deep into her, coating her insides in - in whatever the goo was - but the thicker one in her pussy was humming more intensely, and suddenly it was pulsing, releasing a thick slime inside her. And more, and more. The pressure was building, coating her all the way through, leaving her panting from more than just her orgasm. Her legs were trembling out of her control, and some distant part of her knew this should hurt, and yet - it didn't. It felt good, more good than she could have expected… her belly bulge from the tentacle in her guts was no longer visible, covered over by whatever it was filling her womb with. It kept filling, and filling, swelling her until she looked heavily pregnant. God, she wanted to touch it so badly… the tentacles squeezing her breasts allowed it for her, sliding their lengths down, massaging oil into her stretched skin…
When the tentacle pulled out sharply, the goo began to pour out of her, a thick dripping waterfall that dropped into the hole the tentacles had emerged from, coating their bases in a minty green sludge. She shuddered at the sensation. Something nudged the back of her throat. From inside. She could feel the tentacle pushing it's way out, no gag reflex at all, weirdly enough, just - just the slick pressure as it slid out of her mouth, having speared her all the way through like a kebab… her guts twitched and writhed inside her as she was coated all through… and then it pulled out, in one long, slick movement, a wave of intense sensation that sent her vision spiraling into white spots and her body giving way, flopping limply as her thighs twitched outside of her control.
When she came up, slowly, she was strapped to a table. Her arms and legs were spread; she was still covered in that strange slick. Kim blinked owlishly, pale eyes flickering to the group around her; more of those aliens who had pulled her up, some of them holding what seemed to be clipboards, or their equivalent. She went to speak, but there was a tube in her mouth - one of the tentacles from before, or so it felt, buried into her throat. Breathing was still free and easy, but her entire mouth was full, something warm and slick dripping down inside her and adding to the already-fuzziness of her head.
A little frisson passed between the aliens watching her, more of that chattering. If she wasn't imagining it, they seemed to be talking higher, faster - excitement. One of them tapped a few buttons, and a door clicked open out of sight, followed by heavy steps. Moving into her vision was another alien - although it didn't look quite like them. Bigger, bulkier, more … animal than the rest of them. She caught her breath slightly as it stopped at the end of the table, before starting to climb over her. It's thick cock slapped down on her belly, sending a shock through her - so much cooler than she had expected. Thicker than the tentacles.
The beast wasn't gentle; Kim was grateful for the stretching she'd been given earlier as it's thick, veiny cock began to be pushed into her tunnel. She moaned, twitching slightly, unable to help herself with just how good it felt to be filled like that. The beast began to fuck into her at a rough, rapid rhythm, lifting her up of the table with the force of each thrust. She whimpered in her throat, eyes flickering shut as she clenched, cumming from the rough treatment. What were they doing? The goo, the injections, it must all be for a reason - putting so much work into allowing this creature to fuck her, too. All her thoughts of probing and what they might do to her body and here, now, she realised… maybe they were breeding her. It was enough to crash her into another orgasm, feeling a thick hand wrapping around her - the straps snapping as she was tugged upright, alarmed cries, but the beast was using her like a fleshlight. And it felt amazing.
The moment of panic from the scientists seemed to be over, now they realised she was making no attempt to escape. Instead, muttering - then someone was moving, and a similar pipe to last time was being activated, sliding into her ass, fucking her on an alternate to the beast inside her. She moaned, lose hands curling around to grip the long hairs on his back, bouncing up and down as she cried out and then, finally, was held still. The pipe in her ass kept thrusting, rough and fast, making her twitch and squeeze as the monster roared. Something was flooding into her - from his pulsing, twitching cock - a jelly-like consistency. It kept pulsing. Her belly was bulging again, each jump of his cock sending another flourish, a visible swell on her front. She looked pregnant, then heavily, and then full term, trembling. When he slid out of her, another tentacle thrust up, preventing it pouring out; but she still saw a little cluster slip loose. A cluster of purple - like - like frogspawn. Eggs. It had filled her with eggs.
One hand on her belly, she moaned as the plug swelled and filled her, twitching around the tentacle fucking her ass so hard. She was back on her back, wrists tied but legs left free. Now she could see that the scientists watching her - half of them had abandoned clipboards, stroking their own members over her, glistening with their fluids. Heavy breaths abound, her massive tits sliding to settle on either side of her chest without their bra support. One scientist leant forward, starting to massage them in rough fascination, playing with her nipple especially, rolling and pressing into it. Another moved closer, stroking his member rougher, standing over her plugged face, the fluid dripping down her throat still making her head fuzzy.
The weight in her belly pressed her into the table, too. The scientists circled down to her lower half, one of them clambouring onto the table. They pushed in too, past the tentacle inside her - the stretch aching, but good, the injection they had given her making her far more stretchy than she'd ever been before. Still tight but, fuck, it felt so good. They weren't as thick as the beast, but still big, and they straddled the tentacle to fit themselves in, sending vibrations through it as they fought inside her. The last few who had been clutching their clip boards gave in, joining the group jacking off above her. One stumbled, pressing a button; more tentacles emerged, pushing into her mouth until her jaw ached, and another twined into her guts. She felt so full, so stuffed, eyes rolling back, hanging onto consciousness by her fingernails.
They were gyrating inside her, spiraling around each other, making her egg-filled belly twitch. The scientist was using her just as roughly, grabbing her thighs and pushing them up so they could smack into her wetly, making her belly ripple and sending sensation she had never imagined. The tube in her ass began to spurt, making her whine around the two in her mouth. The scientist cried out as he came, too, followed by the splattering of mint-green cum across her face and chest, the cluster who stood around her face releasing together. She spluttered as it ran across her nose, making it harder to breathe and filling her head with the musky smell. Her hands twitched, clenching on nothing as each pulse stretched her belly further. When the scientist pulled out and stumbled off her, searching for his clipboard…
She got to breathe for just a moment, even with the tubes that were still filling her up. The scientists didn't even bother to wipe her clean, but left her twitching body on the table as they all made rapid notes. Her body was still tingling over, throat bobbing as she was forced to suck on the one that was nudging inside it. Apparently her gag reflex had been entirely removed, too… whatever they had filled her with made her skin ache in the most pleasant way. She shut her eyes, feeling the stickiness on her cheeks.
The two in her butt were getting faster, though, breather over. They were pulsing as her body twitched, then they froze - before the second one began to pulse, too, bloating her even more. The ones in her mouth did the same, filling her from all directions at once. She was a breath from passing out when they stopped, sliding out of her with a wet squelch, leaving her gasping on the table. The goop in her butt didn't seem to want to come out, though - she had been thoroughly packed.
The restraints were released. She rubbed at her wrists, making no attempt to get up. The scientists approached, and hefted her up. The moment her feet touched the floor, her belly tried to slosh her forward, but they kept her upright. She was taken into the corridor, struggling with the weight of each step, tits resting on top of her swollen belly. They had been walking for just a couple of moment when there was a cry and a thudding behind them. They turned, but too slowly - the thundering steps made sense as she was thrown forward. Kim landed heavily on her belly, slumped forward, gasping as the ripples of sensation overwhelmed her. Then there was a paw on her, an alien hand, and a cock thrusting into her ass. She cried out, the pleasure of the beast from before who apparently hadn't been properly sated from how he was now piledriving her ass.
She twitched, clawing at the floor, looking up to the scientists for help. But they had stepped back, letting the monster have his way with her, each buck and thrust sliding her on the floor. She whimpered, wrapping her hands around her tits, stroking her own nipples as she was savaged. Clenching around him, amazed at the lack of pain. She'd been turned into a perfect, fuckable toy. And god, she had never felt so contented in her life. When he finished, he pinned her into the ground, packing her ass with eggs too. Pinned on the ground, she could feel each pulse forcing her up in the air by a few more inches. When it was done, it slid out of her, flopping onto the floor, apparently exhausted. The scientist nearest scurried over, ramming their fingers into her ass to keep the eggs packed inside for now. Rapid, panicked conversation that she still couldn't understand.
She was like that, sprawled on the floor, so unbelievably full, fingers jammed deep inside her. She felt like an over-stuffed sausage, amazed her body was able to take it all. Whatever they had done was the most incredible blessing… she was drooling when they finally appeared with some kind of flat-based plug, pushing it into her ass. With great difficulty she was lifted, and waddled back to her earlier room. The floor was sealed shut now, and this time there was a slab in the corner, covered with thick, soft blankets. They laid her down on it - then left her.
She was out in moments.
Kim wasn't sure how much time had passed. She had woken once or twice, with hands rubbing over her obscenely bloated belly. They had massaged goo in, taken measurements, and then left her to sleep. At one point she stirred with a tentacle in her mouth, filling it with a sweet goo almost like honey, swallowing it hungrily until she was content, then drifting off again. The cum that had decorated her was gone, her skin felt clean. But she was constantly drifting off, caught in a cycle. It could've been a few hours, or it could've been days, maybe even weeks. She wasn't sure, but it was a haze of tightly packed pleasure. Her whole body was content at just how full and heavy it was. She had never felt so good in her life, honestly.
Stirring to being lifted, she groaned. Her whole body was leaning heavily forward with just how packed she was. Every step she could feel the eggs sliding inside her, as if the jelly had enlargened and hardened. It was good, but so strange. They had to help her take each tremulous step, taking notes as they did so. They got her to the examination room; her eyes flickered around, wondering if the beast would be out, but the table had been replaced by a chair they lowered her into. Hands were moving over her belly, massaging and rubbing, pressing. A device slid over her stretched, tender skin, making her whimper as a hologram projected up, showing her densely packed insides. Happy chitters passed between the creatures, and then something jabbed her in the neck.
"Ow!" Kim objected, rubbing at the spot, wondering just what they had done. Cup devices slipped down, sealing over her heavy breasts, notching into place and starting to suck. She moaned at the sensation, skin afire. Oh, fuck. She rubbed her belly, shuddering in pleasure as her whole body ached, tensing around her cargo. The chair tilted back slightly, legs lifting up, starting to spread as she realised - they were stirrups. Her body was really starting to tingle, pressure deep inside her. She moaned, head falling back against the headrest. A shiver rolled up through Kim's whole body, trying not to drool down her chin as the pleasure hit in waves.
Then the first clench came, moaning, half from the pressure and the other half from how good it felt. Her body tensed, rippling down, as she placed her hands onto the swell. Breathing heavily, she could feel the pull intensifying on her nipples. Something broke, a gush of liquid down between her legs. And now things were moving in earnest, toes curling. The scientists held her legs apart as it did so, to stop her instinctively clenching them shut, whining to nothing in particular as the waves sped up. Something popped into her tunnel with a rush of fluids, dripping, as she started to spread. More of them were moving, belly tightening, as she moaned, eyes flickering open to see the scientists gathered around her.
The eggs were starting to truly pour out now, jamming up inside her tunnel as she moaned and tensed, pushing instinctively, bearing down on them. The first cluster popped out, an unmistakable sensation. It felt so good, actually, birthing like this, but soon, in their wild rush to escape, the eggs jammed. She whined, trying to reach past her swell and failing. After taking a few notes, slender alien fingers pressed up inside her, dislodging them. Her legs twitched violently, only being pinned by the others stopping her from bringing them in as the rush made her cum. There was something else going on, another wave of tightening from a different set of muscles. The eggs in her butt were moving, too - sliding down, the tighter passaging forcing them to move one at a time. Her cheeks parted slowly, aching with the stretch before it popped out, followed by more from her womb.
Lost in the pleasure, she curved her back and clutched her belly, howling as she came. The squeeze forced her body to eject a rush of eggs from both holes, still drooling on herself, unable to help it. Her whole body was tingling in pleasure, and each brush against her clit as the eggs came out was sending her into paroxysms. She panted heavily, jaw tensing as she forced out another batch. The world became a fuzzy mess as each clutch fought to come out. She was nothing but a bag of eggs, the perfectly designed breeder for her extra-terrestrial masters. Kim had never felt so good in her damned life..
When the last cluster emerged, her belly drawing back tight against her body thanks to their drugs, she was a drippy, drooly mess. The cups on her breasts were still sucking hard, and she realised that, for all that she'd missed, the liquid pulsing out of them and into tanks was a new surprise. The aliens were checking her spread holes in fascination. Notes on their pads, listening to her heart, checking her with their little devices. She didn't care, letting her body relax after it's hard work. Sore, and aching, but still twitching with pleasure. Her dark hair was stuck to her face and neck with sweat, bare skin heaving. Kim smiled vaguely to herself. The aliens were touching her arms, all over her body, as if to make sure she had truly withstood the process. And she had. Oh, gods… she had. She felt spread, and empty, and so very… light.
The heavy baskets of eggs were being moved to some sort of incubator, she saw. Lots of chattering was going on. She ran her hand over her stomach, now near enough flat… the pumps kept working, keeping her breasts in a state of tender pleasure. The alien nearest her put down his notes, patting her on the shoulder, and then moved away to talk low and urgent to the others, making gestures at her. She allowed herself to slip into a doze, and stirred only when she was moved back to the pile of soft blankets in her room.
When she woke up again, well rested and comfortable, Kim was being lifted. Her breasts dripped milk down her stomach, walking down the corridor with an alien flanking either side, but letting her walk freely. They opened the door to a room with a bed on it. In the corner, the hulking beasts of a breeder lifted his head and sniffed.
She climbed onto the bed, dropped onto all fours, and waited to fulfill her purpose with a little tingle of excitement.
