Okay. So this shouldn't exist but it does anyway. Daddy AI x Carl.
Kinks/Warnings: Feet (did you expect anything else), voyeurism, non-consensual feet, dominance/submission, humiliation, daddy-kink, and masturbation
Theme songs: D/S by Mr. Strange & Global Citizen, Sky High by Angelspit
Dungeon Master
This fucking sucked.
Carl hadn’t gotten a single decent drop from an achievement in ages. He was beginning to lag behind Donut, who had suggested that she split up their party for a single day so that he could grind without her. So she was waiting in a safe-room, but constantly sending him worried messages through chat.
Deep down, he knew exactly why this was happening.
The AI that ruled the dungeon was a vicious beast. It was a selfish, childish maniac that craved destruction and self-satisfaction, which was weird and irrational for a machine. All that he knew is it had some sort of strange, fucked up fascination with his feet.
He felt dirty and disgusting from pleasing the machine, and had fervently refused to continue. Ignoring his buffs that required bare feet, refusing to use any stomp attacks. And the AI was punishing him through negligence and passive-aggressive messages.
Achievement Unlocked! Cock block
When they talk about ruining an orgasm, they are talking about you. Daddy is beginning to get pissed off.
Reward!
Bitches don’t get rewards.
Just another example of the pissed off machine’s inane ramblings. Carl ignored them, focusing on level-grinding. But it was as though each creature that he felled was doing nothing to level him up.
He was having terrible luck. Every hit that he normally dodged with ease was directly hitting him, causing much more damage to his HP than it normally should have. By the end of what should have been an easy battle, his HP was already cleaved in half.
God, he was glad that Donut wasn’t here to ask uncomfortable questions.
Carl was stubborn, however, and he refused to play these fucked up games.
“Do you hear me?” He yelled at the ever-listening AI. “Keep being a pissbaby, but I’m not going to give in.”
Achievement Unlocked! Stubborn Little Bitch.
Fine, have it your way.
Reward!
Everlasting poison debuff.
“What the fuck?” He paused. This was beginning to become ridiculous. The machine was straight-up cheating at this point, it wasn’t fair.
None of this was fair. This was the downside of being the AI’s pet, incurring its wrath if he went against its perverted wishes. But Carl had never agreed to these fucked-up terms.
-15 HP.
He anxiously looked at his health, noticing that it had gone down. Stupid fucking machine, he growled, and used a potion to cure the poison.
-100 HP
What the fuck?!
With horror, Carl looked at his health and noticed that it had dropped more than halfway from him using the potion.
That shouldn’t be happening, what the fuck was going on?
Anxiously, he tried a stronger healing potion that he had been saving. It should cure all poisons.
-100 HP.
As his health plummeted, he immediately slammed a healing potion. A horrifying feeling was beginning to crowd him, and he felt his chest tighten.
-20 HP.
The hit points continued to tick downward. They were increasing by increments of 5, and he knew that he was soon going to die. Healing potions were in short supply, and none of his potions were working. He waved off desperate messages from Mordecai and Donut asking what was going on, and prayed that nobody was watching this humiliation.
Unfortunately he knew what he had to do.
“Fine,” Carl hissed, gritting his teeth. “What do you fucking want?! What will it fucking take for you to stop cheating?”
The AI immediately responded in the only way that it could, giving him another pointless achievement.
Achievement Unlocked! The Carrot or the Stick
You know what I want.
Reward!
No reward for disobedience.
The cards were all on the table, Carl knew. He was this machine’s toy. He could feel its self-satisfaction, the smugness in its words. Ever since the creature went primal, everybody was a slave to its urges. Nobody was coming to save him, nobody could fight back.
So he had to grit his teeth and bear it.
“Fine,” He repeated. There was a strange, sinking sensation in his stomach, like a dominated dog backed into a corner by a stronger beast. He found a private area, near a wall, and sat down after he was certain that nobody else was in the vicinity.
If anybody saw this, he would happily crawl into a hole and die.
Carl swallowed as he undid the laces on his boots, which he had taken from another Crawler who had begged him to cover up his feet. In a fit of rebellion against the AI’s foot fetish, he had gladly obliged. That was when the experience cap and his troubles had begun.
He pulled off his socks next. It was an odd sensation to wear them, anyway, after being barefoot for so long. But he hated how familiar the cold ground felt against his soles.
“There.” He said.
-25 HP.
“I did it,” He scowled, glaring at the sky. “Cure this fucking debuff!”
-30 HP.
It came faster, as though telling him that this wasn’t enough. Demanding that he make up for his insolence with a true show for the AI.
Carl’s face flushed. He had never done something like this before – the idea would have been laughable. But there was something different about being forced to do this by a machine. Even something as innocuous as a foot massage made him feel dirty and used.
He carefully massaged his feet anyway, trying to ignore the disgusting feeling in the pit of his stomach.
The dungeon rumbled with a small moan, which made him clench his teeth. But he focused on his feet, on the arches, and the soles, and even the delicate toes. Giving the horny machine the show that it demanded from its favorite pet.
Achievement Unlocked! Who Let the Dogs Out?
Ohh, yess, that’s what Daddy likes.
Reward!
Keep going and maybe you’ll get a reward.
“K-Keep going?” Carl stuttered, and immediately hated himself for being embarrassed. This machine was literally whoring him out, as though realizing that it finally had him exactly where it wanted. It seemed to enjoy breaking him, forcing him to comply. His balled fists were shaking with anger.
“How the fuck am I supposed to keep going? What else could I possibly do?”
Achievement Unlocked! Idiot
You’ve clearly never done this before. Maybe if you listened better, you could learn something.
Reward!
Put them on the wall.
Put them on the wall?
Carl stared, dumbfounded, at the wall in front of him.
Put them on the wall? Like, put his feet on the wall and sit in some idiot yoga pose, in an L position?
Well it had to be better than massaging his toes.
He hated himself, but he complied.
“There. Knock yourself out.”
Achievement Unlocked! Sky High
Good, now I can see them better. You’re good at following directions when you actually listen.
Carl dug his nails into his palm.
The AI’s annoyed, condescending voice finally flipped back into the horny, deeper voice that it usually used for these scenarios.
Reward!
Now touch yourself.
“What?!” Carl had expected anything but those words. “Touch myself? What the fuck? No! I’ve had enough of this, you fucking creepy machine!”
-100 HP.
He felt as though he had been stabbed, immediately slamming a healing potion.
-100 HP.
-100 HP.
-100 HP.
The hits were coming faster than he could heal – his health dipped dangerously into the red. Chat was blowing up with concerned messages, which he desperately swiped away.
He was going to die.
He wanted to die, rather than go through with this.
But he couldn’t leave Donut alone.
“Fucccck,” Carl hissed. He had never stooped so low as this before, but he didn’t have a choice.
Trembling, his hand snaked into the heart-patterned boxers and he pulled out his cock. It had been ages since he even thought to jerk off, and the chances of getting laid in a dungeon when your only party member was a cat were non-existent, so he was… very sensitive.
Knowing that the AI was watching only made him more sensitive, squirming under his own touch. He heard a strange noise, as though the dungeon were quite literally holding its breath.
Gnawing his bottom lip, Carl anxiously began to palm himself, rubbing his hand up the length of the quickly-developing erection. He was mortified at how easy this was, how quickly he was becoming hard.
A soft moan filled the air.
But this wasn’t enough. Carl knew that.
He kept going, giving in to the feeling despite himself. It had been so long since he had a release – so long since he felt this kind of pleasure. And the AI’s voyeuristic gaze was only making him harder, to his humiliation. Especially when he accidentally wiggled his toes and its moaning got louder.
Carl accidentally let a moan slip from his own mouth, when he felt himself getting close. Lying on his back, with his legs extended up the wall and his bare feet facing the AI, he was face-to-face with the movement of his hand, with the precum leaking from his dick, as he whored himself out to the lecherous machine.
He moaned again, the movement of his hand growing faster and faster, until he couldn’t control himself anymore and he came. He came, and it spurted right into his own fucking face.
The entire dungeon shook like an earthquake, with the loudest moan that he had ever heard from the AI. Whatever equivalent that thing had to orgasming had also just happened, and the thought haunted him.
He hoped that nobody in the dungeon knew why the machine had just fucking come.
Carl sucked in a deep breath, focusing on stilling his breathing, wiping the cum from his eyes and lips. Humiliation was beginning to sink in, making his hands shake with mortification.
Achievement Unlocked! Daddy’s Little Princess
Wow. I didn’t know that you had it in you.
Reward!
A cigarette!
Carl felt another wave of mortification wash over him as a single cigarette and a lighter appeared in front of him, the AI’s final mockery of the situation.
And, god damn it, he immediately grabbed the thing and lit it up, taking a desperate drag.
Achievement Unlocked! Good Boy.
Was it as good for you as it was for me?
Reward!
Everlasting poison debuff cured.
Reward!
Platinum Whore Box
Reward!
Advanced Pedicure Kit.
Reward!
Now go stomp something to death and maybe I’ll give you a Celestial Box.
.
Carl cleaned himself up as best as he could, but he didn’t think that he would ever psychologically recover from that situation.
His experience immediately skyrocketed back to a level that made sense. He rejoined Donut with a flushed expression, struggling to act as though nothing at all had just occurred between him and the AI that made it clear that it was his master.
Donut looked frenetic, almost bowling him over.
“Carl! What happened?!”
Before he could respond, he checked the urgent message that he received from Zev.
Zev: Oh my god, Carl what did you do? Your view count just hit 99 trillion!
Carl’s mouth immediately went dry.
Oh… oh my god.
He had forgotten that the entire universe could see what he was doing.
So this is what happens when you have issues.
Carl has been summoned to be on a show where the host displays images and videos of his previous sexcapades… going over all of his sexual history with mocking, condescending words while the crowd and universe watch, and he sits, mortified, in his stupid little heart shaped boxers, trying not to get hard. I played with the timeline a little so don't worry about things being out of order.
Pretty much anything is in here except for gore (sorry gore lovers). Tags from AO3:
On Eyes on Carl
Carl had no idea what this interview was going to be like, but he was… not looking forward to it. Loita had given him absolutely no choice. She had been in a bad mood ever since Carl’s last rebellious act, and he was certain that he was being punished.
Especially since he was told to leave Donut at home.
The cat had grumbled – god, it had been painful to listen to. But Loita had insisted, in her steely, bitch-faced fish way.
Sigh.
So Carl stepped onto the show and just decided to suck it up. It couldn’t be worse than the past few weeks that he had experienced, anyway.
He was immediately uncomfortable. The Host was a grinning Valtay worm, dressed in a fancy suit. Like Orren, they were a floating worm in a fish tank with an animatronic body. A fake grin was plastered over their fish tank head, already leering with mockery.
Whatever this was, it couldn’t be good.
The crowd immediately cheered when he entered. He felt even more uncomfortable.
Being Carl was hard. He knew that billions – trillions – of aliens were watching his every move, and it was no secret that the AI was sexually harassing him at every given moment. Because of this, he wore nothing below the waist except a pair of heart-shaped boxers – no shoes, no socks, no pants. It was embarrassing, but he tried to get used to it.
However, being in a large crowd of leering eyes made him feel naked and exposed all over again. He was grateful for the chance to sit down and finally move his crotch out of eyesight. Carl wasn’t small by any means, and the thin fabric of his boxers didn’t do much to cover his meatus (rip Meatus).
“Greetings, Crawler!” The worm said, in an excited voice that had both masculine and feminine undertones at the same time. “I am Carix, the host of The Galaxy’s Hidden Sins!”
There was something electric running through its words, as though the Gondii had chosen a robotic voice. But the excitement and tone were disturbingly human.
“Hi,” Carl said, bluntly. He stared at the worm… person… and the large screen that they faced. Multiple screens surrounded the crowd, each showing a still image of Carl with his arm bent back, about to launch a bomb at a crowd of hobgoblins.
He hoped that it was his imagination, but the image almost seemed to focus on his… crotch… which showed the outline of his dick almost perfectly.
Already this was a terrible start.
“Let’s give a warm welcome to the newest member of our show!” The worm leaned forward. “Carl, we would like to get your thoughts on some of the universe’s favorite scenes. You’re the #1 Crawler right now, and so all eyes have been on you. But you’ve been… let us say… a bit naughty lately, haven’t you?”
Carl’s mouth went dry. He had a horrible feeling that he knew exactly what was about to happen.
“I want off this show,” He tried, struggling to swallow. “Now. I’m not going to participate.”
The leer deepened. “I’m afraid that you don’t have a choice. You can’t leave, can you? I’m afraid that we don’t need your permission. Remember, you’re Borant property. And all products deserve a product review, don’t they?”
The condescension in their tone immediately made Carl furious. He hated these fucking aliens.
“So be a good boy and sit the fuck down.”
The tone change made Carl even more furious. He would have stood up and left, but there were no exits.
No, he was trapped here, at the mercy of whatever degradation these aliens were going to throw at him.
This was a punishment. By both Loita and the Borant Corporation as a whole.
Carix turned to the screen. “First, we’d like to explain that the sexual video with Maestro was, alas, but a snick. That is not what Carl looks like. But fear not, dear viewers, he is still quite well endowed.”
An image of him immediately flickered onto the screen. It looked like a shot from yesterday…
A sinking feeling crowded Carl’s stomach. There weren’t supposed to be cameras in his room… He was supposed to have been hidden.
But there he was, stretched out on his bed, with his dick in his hands.
“Very well endowed,” Carix said, in a low, horny voice. The crowd gave a murmur of approval. “And look at the curve of those muscles… such a perfect example of human anatomy.”
The video started to play. In it, Carl moaned, running his hand slowly up and down his dick in the beginning of a handjob. He spit in his hand and rubbed it across the tip, while a second hand wandered to the nipple ring that he had been involuntarily gifted.
No, no no. This was private – how could they be showing this?
The entire universe could see this.
Carl wanted to die. He felt his face turning beet-red and blisteringly hot. And what was worse – his dick was beginning to strain against his boxers in an erection.
How could he be getting off on this?!
“You… You can’t show this,” Carl choked.
“Oh, but we can, you silly Earthling.” The Valtay condescension was thick in their voice. “Since we purchased the Borant Corporation, we decided to add a few… say we say… ways to improve people’s connections with Crawlers! And that includes what happens in your cute little bedrooms. Most Crawlers just cry,” They shook their head while the crowd boo’ed. “Most don’t whore themselves out. But if they all had your pretty cock, then maybe more people would play with themselves.”
“Kill yourself, you disgusting worm,” Carl spat. “Borant is a fucking-”
To his shock, he heard his words bleeped in real time.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Carix smirked. “I’m going to have to ask that you not speak ill of our sponsors. And you probably shouldn’t piss them off, either, or you’ll be severely punished. These aren’t things that we can legally show.”
Carl felt even more horrified. They could show him… like this… but not him shit-talking the monsters who were doing this to him?!
He curled his hands into fists but said nothing.
The crowd was laughing at him. Aliens of countless species – including some humans from other planets – were jeering.
“Let’s get back to it, shall we?” Carix played the video once more. Carl had begun properly masturbating, moaning freely in what he had thought was the privacy of his own home.
“You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you? Too bad you aren’t enjoying yourself now.” Carix leered at him. “Although we are. Tell me, Crawler, who are you thinking about in this video, hmm?”
“Nobody,” Carl snarled. “I was jerking it to the thought of stomping your fucking guts out.”
Carix paused the video just as Carl came. The image – the sound – of him cumming was displayed for the entire galaxy to see. Including the vulnerability in his face – showing what was perhaps the most intimate part of him for the world could see. Viewed by trillions, laughing at home, mocking him. Even worse, how many of them were jerking off themselves? Moaning to the thought of him being broadcasted, humiliated like this. Moaning to the complete and utter domination of earth.
He felt sick.
“Speaking of stomping!” Carix sounded elated. “Now that we’ve established Carl’s physique and… sexual ability… let’s see what he’s been up to lately.”
The screen shifted, showing Carl sitting with his back to the dungeon wall.
Oh god.
This was a few weeks ago. The AI had been harassing him, sending passive aggressive messages, cheating, and eventually debuffing him with an infinite, unhealable poison. Unless he finally gave it what it asked for.
He was pale but he couldn’t tear his eyes from the screen.
There he was, massaging his feet together against the dungeon wall, at the AI’s request. A low, sexual moan was somehow rumbling through the dungeon.
Now touch yourself.
He remembered the fury, the resignation when he had given in to the machine’s words. Pulled his dick free from the mockingly-heart-patterned boxes and begun to jerk off for the machine’s pleasure.
“People were talking about you being the AI’s pet,” Carix said. “Now, now, Carl, that’s cheating and you know it.”
He stood up, furious. “It’s not cheating for a machine to poison me unless I give in to its foot fetish?! How the fuck is this fair? I didn’t ask to be fucking sexualized, you goddamn parasite.”
Carix stood up as well, with only the table in between them. “The AI went primal, Carly-boy, you know that it can do what it damn-well pleases. But you seemed happy enough to help it out, didn’t you?”
In the video, Carl came, spurting into his own face. The crowd laughed as the screen froze on his expression, sultry, red-faced, splattered with cum. Right after the AI exploded in its own version of an orgasm, absolutely rocking the dungeon walls.
He couldn’t move, mortified at the sight. The crowd were hooting, clapping and yelling things.
They shouldn’t have seen this. Nobody should have seen this.
Carl had enough. He stormed towards Carix, drawing his fist back to punch the alien in the bowl.
He didn’t care if he was killed for it, he just wanted this to stop. And to take the fucking worm down with him.
But his fist went through the creature’s head. And through the screen, when he immediately tried to kick through the TV’s.
“Nice try!” Carix jeered. “We’re holograms, you stupid earthling! Oh, calm down, poor thing, don’t get yourself so worked up,” They added. “Sit back down.”
“F-Fuck you,” Carl stammered. He was sweating.
There had to be some way out of here. There had to be some way to stop them from showing… these images…
The screen changed again.
“Even with your other fellow Crawlers, you can’t seem to keep yourself in your cute little pants, huh?” Carix said, playing the video again.
This time it showed Carl tied up on his own bed. Pony loomed over him, brushing his hard dick between Carl’s cheeks.
God, not this, please.
Prepotente had been in a …. Weird mood. He had harassed Carl, tried to kill him, and demanded revenge. But he had also admitted that he liked Carl, and hated him for it.
Carl had been forced by the system not to fight back.
The video showed him overpowered by the stronger, bigger Crawler, who had many levels on him and was also a goat man. Ergo, stronger and bigger than Carl, even though he was not a small guy by any means.
But Pony was bigger. In all regards.
Pony forced Carl’s underwear into his mouth, to muffle his words.
“I’m sure that we all are wishing that we werethere,” Carix said, to the crowd’s laugher. “So that we could shut you up too.”
He couldn’t even respond. His mouth was so dry, his legs were quivering. They can’t show this… please…
Pony then grabbed a pillowcase and forced it over Carl’s head, drawing it back to cut off his airflow. The Caprid penetrated his tight hole, taking several agonizing thrusts to bottom out inside.
“Now that’s a big dick,” Carix reacted. “Wow. You probably had trouble walking after that, huh champ?”
The crowd laughed again. But Carl saw that some of them were acting strangely. Their hands were wandering, as though… touching themselves.
He said nothing, not wanting to add to the humiliation. Carl knew that he should stop watching but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the screen.
Thank god his face was covered at least. They showed Pony fucking him, moaning loudly as the damn Caprid cream-pied him and finally pulled out.
Afterwards, Pony had turned Carl over and sucked him off. Excitedly, desperately, Prepotente had pleasured Carl with his mouth until he came against his will, still gagged with his own underwear.
And the crowd saw and laughed.
“It seems like everyone wants a piece of you,” Carix said. “I’m not surprised. We had only a little bit of footage of you before the Crawl, but I must say, it was quite… provoking.”
The screen moved to a memory that both stung and embarrassed him in equal measures. Carl and Bea, having sex in her cutesy patterned bed. Donut was outside the room, yowling angrily to be let inside. Pre-sapience, thank god.
Bea’s beautiful, soft skin had driven him wild. He had always liked how her lotion smelled. Just a whiff had always been enough to get him hard.
He was inside her, enjoying the hot grasp of her cunt. God, he sometimes missed that feeling, especially when he was alone at night. She was moaning, her legs locked around his waist. And he was moaning too, not one of those guys who just grunted and came right away. No, Bea had always enjoyed having a vocal top, and Carl enjoyed being one. Not as noisy as Pony – thank god – but just vocal enough to show that he was having a good time.
She drove him crazy, after all.
This the universe did not see, had no way of knowing how much the footage was hurting him. All that they saw was the muscular curve of his back and his toned ass, as he thrust repeatedly into his ex-girlfriend, moaning blissfully.
“You stallion,” Carix jeered.
Another flicker, showing him eating Bea out. God, he always went nuts when he gave oral. Feeling her squirm in his arms as he ran his tongue over her throbbing clit, tonguing her deeply and feeling her walls clench around him. She would face-fuck him if he did it right, and he always did it right. Going for up to an hour, until she was jerking erratically in his grip and cumming all over his face.
“Stop this,” Carl whispered. “Please.”
“No, I don’t think we’re quite done. We’ve seen a few things, haven’t we? We’ve seen how your body… is very well formed. A true testament to human anatomy, even though it is not as exaggerated as in that Maestro snick. That would have surely killed your girlfriend, anyway…” A laugh. “And we’ve seen some of your relationships with the other Crawlers in your group. But oh, not all, there’s so much more!”
The last thing that Carl wanted was to see more porn of himself. But he had no choice. He was still standing in the middle of the “room”, staring directly at the screen with a mortified expression.
This went beyond humiliation. This was torture.
The crowd were all straight-up jacking off now. Even with their alien anatomy, he could tell. But how much of it was to him and how much of it was to the blatant display of their power over earth?
“You claim to prance around half naked because you have no choice,” Carix continued. “But your other Crawlers don’t seem to feel that way.”
Carl watched, somehow finding a new way to be horrified, when the screen showed Mordecai, back in incubus form.
Oh god.
The shapeshifter had been drunk out of his mind. Carl had begged him to stop drinking and just go to sleep, and he had agreed if Carl and him had one last drink together.
So they did.
And that one drink had absolutely fucked him up.
Mordecai, in his drunken stupor, had drugged him. Carl had stumbled out of the chair, falling to the ground in a strange haze.
“What did you just do to me?!” The image of himself demanded.
Mordecai called him a tease. He slurred that he could see the way that Carl had been looking at him, and it wasn’t his fault that he just wanted to have a little fun. Feel something except despair, after all, it was the least that Carl could do for him after having saved his life countless times.
He owed Mordecai this.
The potion had made him weak, sluggish. And, to his horror, it had changed his anatomy. The screen showed as Mordecai ripped off his clothes, revealing a pair of swollen breasts and a dripping cunt, with a large, already hard clit.
“What the fuck?!” His image yelled.
“Relax, it’s only temporary,” Modecai had slurred back. “I just wanted to remember.”
Whatever the fuck boy he wanted Carl to be, he hadn’t been on board with it. But that hadn’t mattered. Mordecai’s large form with the huge, incubus dick had pinned him to the floor. Drunkenly running his hands over Carl’s new breasts, sucking the nipples and moaning desperately.
“Wow, you certainly look good with a huge rack like that,” Carix said. “Funny how you immediately had such a wet cunt, huh? And such a throbbing clit… You must have really enjoyed what he did to you. Perhaps you preferred it more than how you normally are? More to play with, after all.”
“Shut up,” Carl whispered, hoarsely. “It was the drug.”
“Oh, sure, sure,” Carix smirked.
On screen, Carl had been powerless as Mordecai sucked on his clit, making him cum almost instantly. It had felt strange, alien in a way that he had never felt before. Not better or worse than cumming with a dick, but different. The bottom growth had felt really nice, as did the very sensitive breasts. But he never would have admitted it even to a judge.
He didn’t have to. The universe saw the moaning, squirming image of him on the screen and knew that he was enjoying this.
Mordecai stopped sucking on his huge, aching clit and slipped a finger inside him. He was so wet that it was easy to force another few in, fingering him for a few minutes while returning his tongue to the clit. God, he remembered how it felt…
…No, no no, stop it. What the fuck, I’m not going to participate in this.
Mordecai was so drunk, he was pretending that Carl was his ex-boyfriend. Someone who he had met inside of the dungeon. A transmasculine human. And apparently he had a few strands of their hair saved, which he could use to make a temporary transmutation (heh) drink.
In his drunken stupor, he had. And Carl was utterly unprepared for the aphrodisiac he had mixed in with it.
The crowd had gone silent. They were deep in sexual ecstasy, watching him.
“Aren’t we blessed to get an experience of how Carl is sexually active with two different sets of anatomy,” Carix said, with a strange noise that sounded like an electronic whistle. “How many Crawlers can give you the same experience? You really are the sex toy of the dungeon.”
Even through everything, hearing that phrase made him wither in shame and mortification. Jesus, after everything that he was doing to try and liberate his planet, they still had to press the thumb of domination down onto him. Put him in his place, show that nothing – his pleasure, his pain, his own body – belonged to him.
He was entirely the Borant Corporation’s, and if they wanted to sell his image as a sex toy, then he had absolutely no choice.
On the screen, Mordecai had finally moved from his hand to his dick, pushing it eagerly inside Carl. Thrusting desperately, roughly into him while he simply moaned like a whore, arching his back and cumming again and again and again, while the eagle-turned-shapeshifter fucked his brains out. Finally, the incubus came inside him, with a sound that was halfway between a moan and a sob.
“God, I wish that I could fuck a baby into you,” Mordecai said, and Carl, red faced, immediately yelled at him.
Then Mordecai had collapsed in a drunken heap. The next day, he hadn’t said anything, and to Carl’s knowledge, he didn’t know that he had even assaulted him the night before.
Carl’s anatomy went back to normal, and everything was fine.
He hoped that Mordecai wasn’t seeing this, or the scene afterwards, which showed Carl crawling out from under the now unconscious incubus and touching himself.
Still suffering from the aphrodisiac, he moaned and rubbed his new clit, his other hand dipping towards his nipples. God, it felt so so strange, and so good. He was so horny… he needed more.
He needed more.
The mortified Carl watched as he touched the sleeping Mordecai’s dick until he hardened again (an easy task) and pushed it inside himself, bouncing on the incubus’s shaft until he came inside Carl again.
“There, you see,” Carix laughed. “You did want it. You still want it, don’t you?”
“Fuck you,” Carl whispered.
“Maybe you really should sit down,” Carix’s tone had gone low again. Like the AI’s when it was calling itself daddy.
Carl realized that he was rock-hard. Absolutely straining in his boxers, almost pushing out of them.
And of course, they all saw it. He was getting off on his own public broadcast.
“I-I-”
“Yes?” Carix sneered at him. “You warm-bloods are all the same, aren’t you? Little sexual deviants. Oh, always so horny and animalistic. You like to be dominated, you love this. No wonder we own you, you’ve always dreamt of living like this.” Their tone grew mocking. “Why don’t you touch yourself, Carl? We can all see that you want to.”
“Shut up,” He whispered. But there had been the thought. The hot, desperation to do it. To quickly whip his dick out and jerk off. After all, the world had already seen him getting off in so many humiliating ways. He might as well seal the deal.
He was so, so hard. Throbbing. Desperate. Perhaps it would be quick enough that nobody would care-
-No, no, jesus what was he thinking?! He felt as though he were going mad.
Carl immediately rushed back to his seat and sat down, flustered and red-faced.
“Awh, have it your way. You stubborn thing.”
God, he had never hated any alien as much as he hated Carix then. Even more than Loita, who surely was smugly watching the broadcast and enjoying his humiliation.
Then a thought. What if the other Crawlers would see this, somehow? They would see their leader beaten down and sexually subjugated, moaning like a bitch in heat, the emblem of their planet humiliated publicly for trillions to see.
Everyone would absolutely despise him. They would view him as a piece of meat, making jeering comments and smirking remarks about his body. Oh, perhaps they would overpower him and try him out for themselves. After all, after such a show, he probably wanted it after all.
Stop, stop, stop. He struggled to breathe. He struggled to remain calm.
He struggled not to jerk off at the very thought of it.
Carix stared at him as though knowing what he was thinking and thoroughly enjoying it. Even without eyes – without a face, or anything but that electric grin – they radiated smugness.
“One more thing, Carl. You think that all of your fellow Crawlers respect you. That they worship your leadership. But how many of them just view you as a toy? A sex object. You’re the dungeon’s bitch, you’re Borant’s bitch. Why can’t you be their bitch?”
Exactly his horrors. How did the worm know? God damn it, how did it know which wound to salt?!
The screen flickered again. It showed his sleeping body, deeply unconscious. Donut thankfully wasn’t there – gone to have a rendezvous with someone, he figured. Or to demand food from the Gnoll downstairs.
There was a visitor in his room. A man, although he couldn’t see whom. The face was shadowed, the visitor panting. He loomed over Carl’s form, lifting the sheets.
The man touched the unconscious Carl’s dick, and it twitched under his hand. The stranger gave a little moan, desperately.
Without a word, he pulled out his dick and placed it on Carl’s face.
Somehow he managed to feel even more mortified. Who was this?! How had he gotten into his bedroom?
What was going on??
The man pushed his dick into Carl’s mouth, and the sleeping man did not fight it. His soft lips wrapped around the man’s cock as he slowly thrust into his throat, stifling gentle moans the entire time.
Fucking Carl’s mouth, for the world to see.
The man didn’t take too long to cum, filling Carl with his seed. Cum dripped out from his lips, and he reflexively swallowed in his sleep.
“You look good like that,” Carix said, lowly. “Doesn’t he?” The crowd murmured in agreement.
The screen showed the man’s hand wandering to Carl’s cock, giving him a handjob using his own precum as lube. A finger pushed into his hole, curling in just the right position to make him moan and arch his back, still deep in sleep. He sounded so… pathetic. So desperate. Cumming all over himself in his sleep.
The stranger licked the cum off his muscular abdomen, sucking the remnants off his cock with another moan.
“Sorry,” They said, finally drawing away from him.
And just before they reached the door, their body changed back into a smaller figure’s.
It was Katia.
Oh my god, Carl thought. Katia was doing that to me while I slept? How-How many times…
“Oh hi Donut, I was just checking on Carl. Yeah, he was making weird noises in his sleep. I’d probably avoid him for now or he’ll keep you up.”
How could she?
“See?” Carix sneered. “Do any of your friends take you seriously? Do any of your followers actually respect you? After this, will any of them respect you again?”
He was mortified to find that his hand had already crept into his boxers. God, it was so, so tempting. He had already lost everything.
Carl’s dick was out. All pretense, all shame was gone. But the mortification wasn’t. He felt sickened by himself but he couldn’t stop. It was all too much – the images flashed in his mind as they replayed on the screen.
He moaned, biting his lip, touching himself.
“Why don’t you come over here so that the world can see?” Carix asked, in that same low tone.
What the fuck was he doing? He obeyed for some reason. He didn’t know why. He didn’t even know if this was real anymore. Perhaps it was just a nightmare.
But why was he so hard?
Carl couldn’t stop touching himself. He wanted to relive the moments from the screen. He knew that the world wanted to see him cum in real time, jerking himself for them after the show that they saw. Giving them all something to talk about.
He kept going, until Carix stood up from their chair and beckoned him closer.
To his horror and unexpected arousal, the robot body was endowed with a huge, animatronic dick.
At this point he had given up. His mind was blank, completely blown out with horniness.
Carl felt the robot bend him over the chair and begin to fuck him. It should have hurt, it should have been agonizing without lube, but he was so turned on that the pain felt good. His hard, massive erection bobbed with each thrust from the host behind him. God, why did it feel so good?
“How does it feel knowing that the entire universe is seeing you being fucked like a little bitch?” Carix hissed. Carl just moaned in response – he couldn’t control himself anymore.
“Touch yourself, whore.”
He didn’t need the command. He was already touching himself, jerking off to the rhythmic stimulation from behind. God, it was so big, it was in so deep, it felt so-
He nearly screamed when he came, so close to the crowd that he could feel it hitting someone in the front row (rip).
Artificial cum filled him from the robotic body. Carix pulled out and left him lying on the chair, shaking and still somehow hard.
“The hologram-” He slurred, his mind struggling to return.
“It works one way,” Carix winked. The fucking parasite winked at him.
“Thank you for helping me push down a rebellion before it arose, by the way,” The worm said, so that only he could hear it. “It’s hard to crush these things with violence. Makes them stronger. But humiliating their leader in front of the galaxy… that tends to make people lose respect for you. Sorry about the drug, by the way, I wanted to have an… explosive… finish.”
“Drug?” Carl suddenly felt as though he had been slapped.
Come to think of it, he remembered a strange feeling as he had been sitting there. As though he were losing control of his own body.
“Removes your inhibitions,” Carix sneered. “But not your… desires… You’re still a whore, but now everybody knows. You’re welcome, Carly boy.”
Of course. He never would have done any of that on live feed without some sort of stimulant.
Carl almost felt relieved…
… Were it not for the fact that he was still hard, stiffening once more with the thought of how he had just been utterly humiliated for everyone to see.
“Come back anytime,” Carix said. “Hopefully with new material… although I don’t think that anyone would mind watching a few reruns…”
The robot hand slapped him on the ass before it disappeared, leaving him furious, red-faced, and still painfully hard.
When he was alone again, his hand couldn’t help but return to his dick.
…Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to go again, just once more…
This is half serious, but half is bad enough. Carl x Prepotente. Yes, the goat-man.
Includes me playing with the rules of safe-rooms, furry/anthro, noncon, hate-sex, bondage, humiliation, exhibitionism. Sorry.
Theme song: Hatefuck by the Bravery
Save a Pony, ride a Cowboy
Carl had dealt with many things since he entered the dungeon. Idiot sponsors, Donut, the horny AI, a constant barrage of things trying to kill him, but nothing had prepared him for what he currently walked home to.
Prepotente was literally crying in his room, looking as though he had been there for hours.
“Carl,” Prepotente sniffed, staring up at him with bleary eyes.
“He won’t stop asking for you,” Donut said. She hopped from the bed and brushed against his ankles. “I think that the two of you need to talk.”
“Donut, please don’t leave me alone with him-” Carl’s plea was instantly cut off when the cat left the room, slamming the door behind her.
He wasn’t sure if it was exasperation or her devilish nature that made her do this to him but he made a mental note to get revenge later.
“Alright, Pony,” He said, with a sigh. “What do you want?”
“Don’t call me that!” Prepotente said, struggling to pull himself together.
“Your name is too hard to pronounce,” Carl said, sitting on the bed next to him.
“It is not. You are just an idiot.”
“What do you want, Prepotente?” Carl was running out of patience. The Caprid was getting snot all over his bed.
He sniffed. “I miss Mother. I miss her so much, Carl.”
Carl swallowed. He felt bad for the creature. Until recently, he had just been a goat, with no troubles, and no concept of death. Now his owner was gone, and he was alone.
But he had refused Carl’s help, pridefully isolating himself. Carl had worried that Prepotente blamed him for Miriam Dom’s death, too, since it was by his hand, even if she had begged him to deal the dying blow.
“I’m sorry, Prepotente.” Carl stood there awkwardly. “But I’m not sure what you expect me to do about it.”
The goat annoyed him, and he was tired. He wanted to wash his sheets and go to sleep.
Eerily, Prepotente glared at him, with his strange goat eyes.
“I want you to take responsibility,” He said.
“What?”
Suddenly Prepotente was no longer crying. He stood up, pulling himself together, and Carl saw that the creature was furious.
“You killed her. It was your fault,” Prepotente growled. His human-like hands were clenched into fists.
Carl did not need this headache. “Alright,” He muttered. “Calm down, Pony-”
“DO NOT CALL ME THAT!”
Something electric hit him directly in the chest, knocking him across the room. Carl’s head collided with the wall, but he barely felt the blow. Instead, he felt a strange wetness leaking from his chest, where a red slice was beginning to drip blood.
W-What the hell?
Dazed, Carl stared at his blood.
How was he able to do that in a safe room?
And furthermore, how was Pony so strong?
Suddenly Carl remembered that Prepotente was Level 99, the strongest Crawler in the dungeon. But he pushed the flash of fear away, because it was ridiculous to be scared of him. He was Pony, after all. Just an annoyance, not a danger.
…Right?
Prepotente’s glare was smoldering as he approached the fallen Crawler.
“Prepotente, calm down,” Carl held his hands up in submission. “Just calm the hell down. You know that it wasn’t my fault, you heard what she was saying.”
The Caprid grabbed him by the front of his jacket and hoisted him upward. His race was much stronger than Carl, even before the difference in their levels. The Caprid towered over him, stony-eyed and furious. Suddenly Carl realized that he was in danger.
“Don’t even think about messaging Princess Donut,” Prepotente growled. “I do not want to have to kill her too.”
“Whoa, Jesus, Prepotente! Just calm the fuck down!” Carl thought about messaging Mordecai, but decided against it. There was no need to escalate the situation further.
“Don’t tell me to calm down!” He was inconsolable, frenetic. The Caprid raised his other hand, and for a second, Carl genuinely thought that he was about to be punched.
Instead, Prepotente clenched his jacket with both hands and tore it in two, in a horrifying show of strength that would normally mean that Carl was dead. But he was fine, this was just Pony.
“God damn it, Pony!” Carl hissed, as the tatters of his jacket fell around him, along with all of the powers that his patches gave him. Now useless thanks to this jackass.
He also couldn’t help but shiver as his chest was exposed to the air.
“You are a fucking idiot,” Prepotente said, coldly. He pushed Carl backwards with one hand to the center of his chest, touching his injury. Carl winced, stumbling against the wall. “I’ve tolerated you for too long. Your insolence, your degenerate personality. Your inability to listen when I tell you Not. To. Call. Me. Pony.”
Carl opened his mouth to rebute, but immediately fell silent when he saw the goat creature’s hand trail down his chest, to loosen his belt. There was the absolutely unmistakable swell of an erection in his pants.
“W-What the fuck are you doing?” Carl flushed. “What the actual fuck is going on?”
Prepotente glared at him. “I’ve been having these feelings that I’m having trouble controlling. Another curse of sapience, of growing closer to you vile humans. You irritate me, but I cannot get you out of my mind.”
“You’re crazy,” Carl yelled. It was clear, the goat was losing his mind from grief.
“Look, I know this is hard to hear, but I don’t feel the same way-”
Prepotente shoved him again, closing the distance between them in disgust. “This is exactly what I’m talking about! You are an arrogant, egotistical slob. Mother wouldn’t want me to kill you. But you need to be taken down a peg. Somebody needs to show you that you aren’t invincible. You need to be dominated.”
“Mother wouldn’t want you to do this either!” Carl yelled. He tried to reach for something to throw in between him and the goat, but the second that he tried to fight back, he was immediately frozen.
What the fuck? Why are the safe-room rules only working for me and not for him?!
The Caprid waited, coldly, until the timer was up, and Carl was unfrozen. With a sinking feeling, Carl realized the helplessness that Pony must have felt, seeing his owner die in front of him, utterly unable to move but in possession of every feeling and thought.
God, he felt helpless now, staring up at the furious goat-man, while he only sported his heart-shaped boxers and the stupid cape that normally worked with his jacket. Now he looked like a fucked-up version of Captain Underpants.
“Okay, Prepotente,” Carl breathed. “You win. I’ll do what you want, okay? You can beat me up, I won’t fight back. Just… stop with this crazy talk. You don’t know what you’re insinuating.”
But one look at the Caprid told him that this wasn’t a misunderstanding. Prepotente looked as though he were holding back from killing him, but there was something else there, something weird and overly human bubbling beneath the surface. And it pissed both of them off to know that it was there.
“Shut up, just shut the fuck up for once.” Prepotente forced his back to the wall, so close that Carl could feel his hot breath on his face. The unmistakable girth pressing against his thigh was scaring the shit out of him.
“I can’t stop thinking about putting you in your place,” The Caprid said, with an uncomfortable intensity.
That was when Carl tried to run. It didn’t work, Pony grabbed him by the wrist as he tried to duck around him, and tossed him onto his own bed as easily as throwing a stuffed animal.
“Stop!” Carl yelped, petrified with horror. “What the fuck are you doing?! You’ve lost your goddamn mind-”
“Shut up!” Prepotente yelled. He grabbed the back of Carl’s boxers and tore them off his frame, in one swift motion.
“Pony, please-”
“You don’t fucking learn,” Prepotente growled, shoving the boxers into Carl’s mouth and pressing his head into the bed.
Carl’s response was muffled. He was panicking, thrashing in Prepotente’s grip.
How the fuck was this happening? Ten minutes ago this goddamn animal had been sobbing his fucking eyes out, and now he was trying to rape Carl in his own damn bed.
It was insane. He couldn’t’ even understand why the system was allowing this to happen in a saferoom, why he wasn’t allowed to fight back.
Knowing the lecherous AI, maybe that was on purpose.
Prepotente’s grip was steel, painful. Digging his fingers into Carl’s side while he pinned his arms behind his back and tied his belt around them.
“This is your fault,” Prepotente choked, almost emotionally. “It’s your fault that I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Carl shook, terrified. Suddenly his vision went dark, as something wrapped around his head.
A pillowcase, tightened around his neck, so that it could easily be grabbed from behind to cut off his breathing.
He could only thrash as something hot and wet pressed against his exposed hole.
The sheer size of the head alone was terrifying. Carl couldn’t see what Pony was doing, but he could feal himself stretching to accommodate the monstrous cock as the Caprid tentatively, almost hesitantly probed him.
Oh my god, he’s going to kill me, Carl thought. He was about to send a message for help, but stopped himself.
No, Pony wouldn’t kill me. He’s fucking insane but he’s not that insane.
Jesus, I can’t let Donut see me like this!
So he did nothing but struggle. It didn’t make a goddamn difference.
Almost breathless, the Caprid pressed harder against him, throbbing. He gave a sudden, uncharacteristic moan, and suddenly thrust into Carl, nearly bottoming out in the first push. Carl screamed through the gag, but he couldn’t even hear himself over Pony’s moans.
The fucking creature was moaning like a porn star. He wouldn’t stop, didn’t try to keep his voice down.
Mortification washed over Carl, as his blindfolded and gagged head was pushed into the bed. The goat-man thrust again, forcing more of his impossible length into Carl, more than he had ever thought would be possible to take. He was pinned, paralyzed against the bed.
Until suddenly he felt the slap of Prepotente’s thighs against his, and knew that the creature had finally bottomed out. Jesus christ, Carl could barely breathe. He felt stretched beyond comprehension.
Prepotente didn’t even give him a moment to adjust before he truly began thrusting. Roughly, with animalistic intensity that made Carl cry out beneath him. He couldn’t struggle – he couldn’t even breathe beneath the creature’s barrage.
The goat sure as fuck wasn’t. He broke his own words with another loud moan, grasping Carl’s tied hands and squeezing his wrists hard enough to break them.
The pain barely registered over the onslaught. Carl could hear Pony’s breathing getting louder, faster. His moans were becoming growls, his rhythm erratic. When Carl thought that he couldn’t take anymore, Pony gave a final, violent thrust, and Carl felt something hot and wet invade his insides.
Prepotente gasped for breath, throwing Carl away from him and onto the bed.
Suddenly letters appeared, that Carl could unfortunately see even inside the pillowcase.
Achievement Unlocked! Cocksleeve.
You’ve been put in your place like the little bitch that you are!
Reward!
An icepack for that damaged pride.
“That was… Wow.” Prepotente sounded quiet, completely unlike himself. “I didn’t know that it could feel like that.”
Carl tried to shuffle out of his bindings, but the Caprid took pity on him and yanked off the pillowcase.
He was relieved to see that the creature’s dick was human-like, and not a goat’s dick. That didn’t make this okay, but astronomically better than the alternative.
There was still lingering anger in Prepotente’s strange, horizontal pupils, but it was assuaged by another emotion.
However, the softness quickly dissipated, and Pony was back to his condescension. “Wow, you actually enjoyed that? You’re more easily dominated that I would have thought.”
Carl didn’t know what he was talking about until he realized that the goat was staring at his dick. With mortification, Carl saw that he was hard.
Pony smirked, once again closing the distance between them. “Did I understand you correctly? All that big talk and you were happy enough to be put in your place.”
Carl tried to speak but he still could not wedge the underwear out of his mouth. Rage and humiliation spoke for him, his face flushed red, and Prepotente’s cum leaking between his thighs.
Pony’s eyes were trained on him, unmoving and mesmerized. The voyeuristic gaze made Carl squirm, and he was more mortified when he felt himself twitch.
“Let me give you what you want,” Prepotente said, but Carl knew that the goat was barely restraining himself from jumping him again. He had no idea what was going on with Pony but his high-and-mighty tone was just for show.
Eagerly, the Caprid pushed between Carl’s thighs and forced Carl into his mouth. Carl gave a sharp, restrained moan as Prepotente shivered. His mouth was warm and soft, his eyes burning with an intensity that Carl had never once seen in Bea.
What the fuck? Why am I thinking about Bea? This is not the same at all!
But he was moaning. Despite everything, Carl was moaning as Prepotente pumped his dick inside the Caprid’s mouth, running his tongue up and down the shaft and sucking at the head.
S-Stop! Carl tried to cry, but it wouldn’t have escaped the gag. He arched his back, trying to get away from Pony’s tongue, but it was no use. The electrifying stabs of pleasure were reaching a crescendo, culminating in an explosion that made him grateful to be gagged.
Prepotente pulled away, and to Carl’s horror, he swallowed.
“I’ve always wanted to try that,” He said, in the same quiet voice. As though thinking out loud.
Finally, the strange, intense glow left Pony’s gaze. He stared at Carl as though finally comprehending what he had done.
“Oh-Oh my god.” Prepotente said.
Carl glared at him.
“Jesus, oh god.” Prepotente quickly pulled his pants back on. “I have to go,” He said.
“HgmggmH!!!” Carl felt a new flash of terror, struggling to get the creature’s attention.
“I hope that you learned your lesson,” Pony growled, and screamed. A moment later, he was gone, and Carl was alone, naked and sprawled out on his own bed.
Fuck! What am I going to do?
Completely beet-red, Carl tried to hide himself under the blanket, but it was impossible. He was still exhausted, pinned into the mattress by Prepotente’s stupid monstrous cock. Jesus, fuck, what a day.
He was relieved when the door opened, hoping that Pony had come to his senses and returned.
Instead, Carl was face-to-face with the most horrified expression that he had ever seen on Mordecai’s face.
“Carl?! What happened? Oh my god why is your dick out!”
