Canid Cobb reminds me of this one jangobi fic where jango’s a werestrill 😳 it’s uhh. it’s very good.
👀ok wait would Cobb ever shift into a canid form [side note-is this like a full feral form? That’s what I was imagining] and “bully” Din (or Paz) to their knees in order to mount them in a semi public space. just imagining that Cobb’s sneakin round the palace as a canid (SO much more fun) and he comes across Din or Paz and he’s just overcome w the instinct and urge to fuck his mate, to breed.
They might try to dissuade him, (“Cobb! stop, anyone could come by!”) but he’s having None of it. Besides, the whole palace knows at least dins a whore, they probably wouldn’t even look twice. (Well they would. bc who wouldn’t, he DOES look just gorgeous w a knot stuffed in him)
Anyways yeah just,.. Cobb breeding one of his mates in public… once he’s done, he stays on top of them, licking their blissed out face while they milk his knot. Once it goes down, he pulls out and laps up whatever drips out. (Might have to shift to somethin else to be able to carry them back to their bedroom LOL)
🥵🥵🥵 I'm abt to look like an irredeemable pervert but THIS IS THE MONSTERFUCKER CONTENT Y'ALL ASKED FOR
warnings for: monsterfucking in the same vein as werecreatures (debatable beastiality), trans Din, dubcon (but only bc Din wasn't expecting it. if he were to say no Cobb would 💯 back off. idk if it's clear enough but he does consent to what happens.), cunnilingus, and cervix penetration. lmk if I missed anything. oh, semi-public sex.
also: it's worth noting that the follow up to this (as of yet unwritten) features the rest of the pack coming across this. bc Cobb set it up that way. or they're watching on a holofeed or smthn, idk.
It's not exactly strange to see animals wandering the palace of Tatooine's youngest Family. Word has gone around town that Fett's consort has convinced the lord to repurpose on of the two private shipyards on the campus. It now houses a menagerie of sorts, accumulated through deals made with the lord or his seconds.
Contrary to expectations, however, the menagerie boasts few exotic creatures. Instead, the majority of the beast kept in Fett's household are native to Tatooine. Most of them are not even hunting beasts; rather, many of them are the sort that would not survive without sentient intervention, lame or blind or old.
So it's no surprise--to palace regulars, at least--as a frankly enormous womp rat's claws clitter-clack down a wide hall somewhat removed from the more frequented parts of the palace.
"Cobb?" Din calls out into the dim space. The lights have been set to emergency-only in these parts of the palace to save on both power consumption and because the lights generate heat (negligible as it is) and why invite that in the desert?
The intermittent light fixtures give the space an almost liminal feel, just this side of eerie--if you don't have a partner fused with and eldritch entity, that is. Din makes his way down the hall, listening for the shifting of sand, the clatter of claws, footsteps. Cobb's message had said he had a surprise for them, had asked to meet in the vacant northern wing.
No one had been able to raise him on comms, since. The only reason there isn't a full search on is because Fennec, Boba, Paz, and Din had all cleared the entire palace, multiple times, when they set up in the palace.
Skitter-scratch.
Claws on sandstone, mid-to-heavy weight, around the corner at the next intersection.
Probably one of the massiffs, Din thinks.
...it's as good a lead as any. Cobb didn't exactly specify where in the wing he'd be. Maybe the massiff is following his scent; they are inordinately fond of the man, after all. Not that Din can blame them.
Din smiles to himself, thinking of afternoons spent with Cobb amongst Mos Pelgo's most recent litters of weaned massiff pups. He hear the scrabble again, but--behind him?
A chittering-yip of triumph is Din's only warning before a solid weight crashes into his back, toppling him down to his belly.
Raspy giggling, a wet nose snuffling between cape and helmet, enormous, thick-fingered and long-clawed almost-hands balancing heavy weight on his shoulders. Womp rat. Big.
"Atin?" Din asks, thinking of the half-blind female that had wandered halfway up the mountain path before collapsing, half dead. (They found rhe corpse of one of the six-limbed sand lizards that the local Raiders call 'the-burrowing-wrath-that-waits' amongst the slaughtered remains of the rest of the mischief. Fennec had named the womp Atin when they returned to the palace. Adenn had been absolutely smitten with both females.)
The giggles are replaced by a growl, teeth, tugging at Din's cloak. "Okay--" Din says, thinking quickly, but--there's no other womp rats in the palace that are big enough to be that heavy, unless-- "Cobb?"
Pleased chaffing of breath against his neck, one last tug on the cloak. Din laughs as the wet nose returns to his neck. "Alright, alright! Cloak off, I get it," he says, shifting up onto his knees so he can remove the apparently-offending garment. No sooner does he have the cloak bundled up than that nose is back, nudging at the helmet until he removes that, too.
The moment the helmet clears Din's head, it's sent skidding and rolling across the floor as Cobb knocks Din to all-fours.
"Cobb, what--" Din freezes as sharp teeth bracket his nape, grip firm but not breaking skin. "...Cobb?"
A rumble like a thunderstorm--the sound of a happy womp. Not quite a purr but not like anything else, either.
Din stays where he is as the teeth release. He watches as the paws in his vision retreat, Cobb's weight going with them.
He startles when a muzzle shoves against his crotch.
"Fu--COBB!"
With Cobb's muzzle tucked right up against his cunt, nose applying pressure directly to Din's clit, it's difficult to remember that this is a womp rat nosing at him. Within minutes Din knows he's absolutely soaked through his kute, grinding greedily back onto Cobb's snout, biting back moans.
"F-feeling... ad-ffffffventur-rous, hah?" Din manages to get out eventually; Cobb giggle-yips what Din assumes is an affirmative. (It's kind of hard to mistake, given the circumstances.)
"Alright..." Din pants, trying to think. "W-wha--"
Cobb is done talking, if the growl he interrupts Din with is anything to go by. It's also followed by the withdrawal of that warm snout, to be replaced by a broad, thick-fingered paw--
Din groans as the crotch of his flightsuit tears under sharp claws. He yelps as a somewhat rough tongue laves over his folds, dipping between to taste him. Din's hips cant back and he drops to his elbows, riding back onto that inhumanly long, dexterous tongue works him closer and closer to the edge.
Din whines, long and high and deprived, when the tongue withdraws. His thighs are shaking with the need to come, he's so close, so close--
His shrieks echo through the halls as Cobb mounts him in one quick thrust, cock long and narrow and new, unlike anything Din has felt before. Not even Fennec's toy collection has anything that feels like this.
Din shudders and quakes through his orgasm, prolonged by Cobb's erratic thrusts. He's ramming Din's cervix hard enough to make Din wail, unable to stop coming as Cobb rails him with a womp rat's dick.
Din is crying, he feels so good, so embarrassed, so ashamed. Anyone could turn the corner, find him on his knees for what appears to be a wild animal. Sure, this wing isn't in use, but there's storage rooms that get accessed as needed, occasional patrols that pass through.
And here is Din, on his knees like an animal, getting fucked, getting bred like a womp bitch in heat, and loving every second of it.
Cobb's thrusts, erratic and uncontrolled, get faster, harder. That's all the warning Din gets.
He shrieks again, wails, howls as something about Cobb's cock changes inside him, widening before it's rammed against his cervix one more time and--
This time, it pushes through and locks in place, hot fluid pumping directly into Din's womb.
END NOTES:
I have decided!! that womp rats are essentially space hyenas!!!! bc I said so!!!!
also: not only do female spotted hyenas have pseudopenises, but the males' glans inflates like a knot! hyenas are fuckin weird and I love the lil bastards.
• Garsa making sure to introduce Din to any of her new employees with fun piercings
○ waits to see which ones make his eyes go /really/ big
○ tattles to Fennec
• Din probably brings up much more permanent flesh tunnels after seeing them on lunch
○ Tunnels make for more closure options
§ ribbon
§ fine chain
§ padlocks
• And a triangle piercing as an anchor point for his clit cage
this is specifically a chapter after The Actual Piercing takes place
do we think Din would suggest any mods to Paz and/or Boba? or are monster cocks and tentacles enough for him? (lol I'm looking at myself like wtf, is it not enough???)
I don't need a response anytime soon, I just wanted somewhere to park this
On the topic of Adenn helping the pack collectively contribute to their child's parentage... She would be a nightmare for anyone trying to keep tabs on her with her lizard climbing, eldritch shape-shifting, vampiric-diet driving her to eat outside of mealtimes, latent cubi abilities that make her unfair influential on the modder kids when they babysit, plus she doesn't know her own strength. And all her parents are already inhumanly strong.
I love everything abt this. everything. the chaos. the adorableness. Adenn would 💯 try to break the galaxy by making such a great and terrible creature. I love her. I love her so much. get ready, gffa, mandalore's abt to rise again.
also I'm just calling her ad'ika in my notes bc yes, adorable terror mando babby 🖤
also also this was just too cute and hilarious not to share so voila, "answered"
Apologies if you've already answered this but does Adenn do anything fun with Paz's refractory period?
yes, absolutely. it was briefly touched on at one point in comments but I honestly can't remember what it was in relation to 😆😅
Adenn can and does mess with refractory period and also the nervous system bc it loves fucking with ppl and that is a great and easy way to mess with Paz esp. also Din to a lesser degree but Din kinda already has that from Cubi-ness. Boba... idk maybe it messes with him or maybe it helps him when the nerve damage and scarring are particularly painful bc man's been thru A Lot without Adenn's influence.
yeah, thinking abt it now, Adenn probably doesn't mess with Boba's head too much bc he's already settled and strong in his beliefs for the most part. he does get poked abt his insecurities tho ofc.
Paz remains Adenn's favorite emotional punching bag
Okay now I'm emo about this like. Imagine what a revelation laughing in bed would be for Din? Especially monsterfucker au, he's never just... Had sex for fun. He's never had sex when he was really, deeply comfortable. He gets giggly when he's properly fucked out. Sometimes Paz starts grumbling at Adenn without breaking rhythm and yeah, that's funny. Trying to coordinate four sets of limbs would be bad enough and they have Boba's extras to deal with as well. He can laugh with them and they'll laugh with him or roll their eyes fondly because they're just glad he's enjoying himself.
so... somft.....
yes, ofc i love it. I hadn't even thought of that but it makes it EVEN B E T T E R
thank you for bringing this to my attention. it's a lovely detail to add to the monstrous hunger outline
I completely missed the cheeky reference to shapeshifter Cobb as a krayt dragon railing Din at the bottom of that post are you fucking kidding me 🙇🏾♀️🔥🔥🔥
lol I didn't want to spoil the surprise putting that in the notes at the top 😆 but YES CAN YOU IMAGINE???? like,,, Cobb can 💯 make himself a smaller (minivan sized? 🤔) krayt that is a Challenging but Manageable size for Din. or literally any animal on Tattooine.
also Cobb and Paz bond over amorphous eldritch nonsense. Cobb's sand Does Not get used as anything but restraints, they made that mistake Once 😂😂😂
Does the darksaber goo have its own character? Does it make sure Paz is taken care of after he's so worked so hard looking after his partners? Does it scold him for not taking enough for himself when he sometimes leaves them shuddering, sated and clean, but with a weird sense of loss and freefall tightening in his chest? Does it ever hold him in his sleep on those rare instances when he rests alone?
Does it ever publicly fuck him under the armour in punishment and lovingly call him a loser, like other symbiotes we know?
once again, this is a smol bite-size bit of a more expansive thing but I don't have bandwidth to write it right now. it will be written tho. I just want the gratification of sharing it now 💀
this is kind of a symbiote!darksaber crossed with haunted!darksaber concept. also, I like the idea that there's a special tie between the saber and Clan Vi(s)zla but not to the exclusion of other folks. it just likes to fuck with them the most bc they're all volatile and often stupid 😆
I'm sorry there's no horny in this, I swear there will be, I'm just tapped out rn bc real life is a steaming pile of garbage and nightmares abt being chased by wasps? in a cult house full of maggots and rotting live vermin, sorry that's graphic but that's apparently where my subconscious is at rn 🤷
that said I really really like your questions here. they sparked some Very Tasty scenes that the brain is refusing to put out. printer broken, change your toner cartridge
notes on Mando'a at the end
There are no words to describe the thing tied darksaber. There are no words for how it communes from some place beyond the veil of stars, beneath Paz's ribs, under his feet.
Kebiin ruusaanete, the thing scoffs, dancing through the bones of his hands as he carefully cleans his armor. Do you truly think yourself worthy? It has been generations since a Vizla was anything like reliable.
(Reliably ambitiousinsaneselfishcruelfoolisharrogant, countless voices mutter and howl in the echoes between his ribs. He does not need a clan history lesson.)
Paz ignores the not-voices swirling through him, languorous and untamed and taunting. He continues with his task.
Pathetic. Have you no shame? What of your pride, Last of House Shriekhawk? Black starlight dances across his vision as he painstakingly traces a new shape on his bes'marbur.
Paz never asks why Adenn is by turns cruel and fond. It is a fathomless thing, beyond the understanding of one man centuries removed from the one who brought it into being.
It is our duty, Adenn doesn't say, and our honor. Tarre knew the faults in Clan Vizla; we ensure they learn.
Adenn tells him things his buire never did, never would even if they had known them. They tell him things shouldn't know. He does his best to keep the secrets slyly shared. They watch and they wait for him to abuse their knowledge.
Tarre called us home, Adenn tells him. It's impossible to parse all of the tones it uses but Paz thinks he can he recognizes some of the louder ones.
Greif. Nostalgia. Anger. Joy.
We were not one, an voice says, shame and regret and more and less. Tarre reminded us. Tarre made sure Mandalore would endure until the end of all.
Mando'a:
Kebiin ruusaanete--blue reliability (probably butchered; from ruusaanyc (reliable) and cuyete (probability, tho probably more in a "could be" way. Mando'a definitions tend to be intense when taken literally and translate poorly to English and--this is enough language nerd nonsense lol) bc I'm bastardizing my way through grammar
bes'marbur--shoulder guard, pauldron, spaulder, whatever the fuck you wanna call it
