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Every adventurer knew that you had to keep a look out for traps while raiding a dungeon. After all, anybody who didn't would quickly be promoted from the role of "adventurer" to "rapidly decaying set dressing". You kept a keen eye out for tripwires glinting near the floor, and checked every door for suspicious mechanisms before opening it. You were cautious... but not quite cautious enough.
The moment you felt the flagstone sink beneath your boot with a soft click, you knew you'd made a big mistake. Your stomach lurched as the floor gave way beneath you, and you found yourself skidding down a steep slope. But instead of meeting your doom in a pit of spikes, or lava, or toxic sludge, you landed with a gentle thump on something squishy. Not dead... that was a nice surprise.
The chamber you had landed in was small and cramped, and almost completely dark besides the faint light spilling in from the trapdoor above. You brushed your fingers along the mysterious surface covering the floor, trying to work out what it was. It was soft, smooth and slimy beneath your fingertips. Weird. Some kind of plant or cave lichen, maybe?
Then it twitched. A moment later, the entire soft mass you were sitting on began to shift and squirm beneath you. It was alive... and you just woke it up.
Your heart leaped and you tried to scramble away, but something snaked around your ankle. A tentacle, thick and powerful. You tried to pull your leg free but your panicked struggling only seemed to draw more attention to yourself, like a fly caught in a spider's web. More and more tentacles coiled around your body, snaking around your thighs, your arms, your waist. Every limb was caught in a vice-like grip as you were hoisted into the air, helpless to do anything but wriggle there defeatedly.
The thin light spilling into the chamber revealed glimpses of more tentacles rising up around you. How many were there? Dozens? Hundreds? Was it one creature, or several? And most importantly... what were they going to do to you now? You didn't have to wait long for your answer.
The tentacles slithered into your clothes and tore them from your body in a heartbeat, and you failed to stop a pathetic whimper escaping your lips. You felt something dripping down your skin, and looking down you noticed that the tentacles were secreting more and more of that strange slimy substance, smearing it onto your body in abundance as they continued to slither against you. It was cool and sweet-smelling and made your skin tingle, but it was far from unpleasant. In fact, it felt nice.
Your nipples stiffened against the cold, and you felt a flush of warmth deep in your stomach. Was that... arousal? No, surely not. This creature had you trapped, utterly at its mercy. Yes... yes, and that excited you deeply. You let out a trembling breath as that warm desire continued to build in your core. Just what was that tingly sweet secretion they were covering you in, and why were your thoughts starting to feel so foggy?
The tentacles forcefully wrenched your legs open, and on reflex you let out a moan. You felt another slither, and your heart skipped a beat as something firm and fat and slick pressed against your hole. Gently at first, then harder. You pushed your hips back against it like an invitation, and a softly whispered "please..." escaped your lips. It was doubtful that it even understood you, but that didn't matter. You wanted... no, you needed this beast to ravish you.
With a final strong push the thick appendage entered your body, and you your keening moans echoed throughout the chamber as it started fucking you. Hard. This one was different to the others. Its tip was more bulbous, and it was coated in little ridges and bumps that made your eyes roll back in your skull and your jaw hang slack in delight. Another one of those bulbous-tipped tentacles took its chance and plunged itself into your mouth, muffling your surprised yelp as it eagerly forced its way into your throat. Its taste and smell of its sweet nectar filled your senses, and it dripped thickly down your chin as you gulped and sucked on it.
You were vaguely aware of more tentacles curling around your body, rubbing themselves against your thighs, your chest, your hands, seeking any kind of friction against your body that they could get. One, apparently bolder than the others, buried itself roughly in your ass. All you could do was let out a stifled squeal at being so suddenly stretched open, but it didn't hurt. Even with two thick tentacles buried in your hind quarters, all you could think about was how good it felt.
Your head span, and the blood pounded in your ears. The sensation of being stuffed so utterly full was overwhelming. At some point you were vaguely aware that you climaxed, but that didn't stop the tentacles. Neither did they stop after your second orgasm, or third, and shortly afterwards you lost count. Every now and then one of the tentacles would release a few squirts of something thick and sticky into your holes, or all over your bare skin, but as soon as one retreated another would take its place.
How long did you spend there? Minutes? Hours? Days? It was impossible to tell, your brain was so drowned in bliss.
Yes, yes, keep going, keep going... your holes should belong to this beautiful creature and all its infinite, slithering limbs. You wanted to be fucked and stuffed and filled with its seed. You wanted to stay there forever.
The next thing you remember after that was waking up on the floor of the chamber. The writhing mass of tentacles covered the floor, apparently sleeping once more. Everything ached, and your loins and throat were sorer than they'd ever been before.
After some scrabbling around in the dark you discovered a tiny hatch in the far wall, and crawled through it. You found yourself in another area of the dungeon, thankfully one you recognised from before. You tried to stand but your legs felt like jelly, and the best you could do was to collapse, exhausted, against the wall.
You looked down at your body, now illuminated by the torchlight. Your limbs were peppered with bright red sucker-marks, and even now your legs were twitching and trembling after your ordeal. Almost every inch of bare skin was coated in the tentacles' sweet slimy nectar, amid streaks and splatters of that thicker, stickier stuff. Now that you were in the light, you noticed that the thicker fluid contained hundreds and hundreds of tiny little pink flecks, suspended inside it.
You vaguely wondered if these were some kind of spores - a mechanism for these creatures to reproduce. It didn't seem very mobile, so perhaps it needed an organism to carry its offspring far away. And it just so happened that your body provided plenty of warmth and moisture to sustain these things until they could root themselves elsewhere.
You shook your head, and started limping towards the exit. What kind of pervert made this dungeon?
... and why did you have the strange feeling that you'd be coming back here again soon?
I'm Patchwork/ Patch (she/they/it), your local silly weird girlthing. This is my main blog, but it's mainly used for reblogging horny stuff or fawning over my very pretty mutuals when they post pics. This is an 18+ blog so minors better get the fuck out!!
Most of the interesting stuff happens on my smut writing sideblog, @patchwork-girlfailure. Go check it out, ya freaks :3
(I seperated my blogs this way because I'm actually feeling proud of my writing and I don't want it to vanish in an endless sea of reblogs)
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I really wanna be friends with a group of freaky trans people that all just casually fuck. Everyone openly teases and flirts with one another, so every now and then someone will just grope my chest or slap my ass or whisper something naughty in my ear without warning, and everyone else just watches on and giggles as I fluster and blush.
[...]
Whenever we hang out everyone's always half-naked, and discarded clothes lazily drape over every piece of furniture. Someone's head is buried between someone else's thighs over in the corner, two others are messily making out and frotting, and meanwhile I'm rolling my hips in my friend's lap and murmuring into his neck about how good his strap feels.
The rest of the group is passing around a joint, take long slow hits as they have a break from the action. Something familiar and mindless is playing on the TV - perhaps a show or a youtube video - but either way they're only keeping half an eye on it. They're much more interested in the spectacle right in front of them.
"She takes it so well, doesn't she?" one of them says. "What a good girl~"
"Wanna have a go on her next?" someone else is recording the whole event on their phone.
"I'll take her mouth, you take her pretty little hole."
"Deal."
Hearing them make arrangements on how to use me makes me whine and my hips stutter on the strap. They all notice, and tease me for it.
I go home from the hangout pulling my neck of my sweater up to try and cover the hickeys, and adjusting my skirt to hide the fingerprint-shaped bruises all over my thighs.
When I get home I find the group chat filled with the pictures and videos my friends took. I feel my face growing hot as I read all the horny remarks and lewd compliments they're sharing about my body, see what a pretty little toy I look like. with a sigh, I acknowledge that I'm definitely going to be jerking off to these videos later.
A story about RPG mechanics turned sexual, because I thought it was a funny idea. 2nd person POV, gender neutral reader, sub reader, (almost) instant loss, monsterfucking, gnolls, fucked silly.
🛈 Warning! This area contains high-level enemies. It is recommended that you level up more before proceeding.
You dismiss the warning message with a wave of your hand. It's just a quick shortcut through the Dark Forest to reach the other side of the map. It's either this or a boring half-hour trek through the mountain pass. Besides, you've recently hit level 6 and finally managed to scrape together the resources for a set of dragonscale armour - how difficult could it possibly be? [...]
By the time you notice 'perception check failed' in the event log it's already too late. A low growling comes from behind you and you turn to see two humanoid figures stalking toward you through the mist. Your heart sinks as their overhead UI comes into view.
Gnoll Death Blade [lvl 14]
▓▓▓▓▓ 250/250 ▓▓▓▓▓
Both creatures are huge - at least eight feet tall - and clad in scraps of black fur, adorned with bones and teeth and other grisly trophies. Their muzzles are twisted into hungry grins, and their wide eyes are fixed on you. They're looking at you like meat.
"Look here, sister," the first gnoll says, "fresh prey has wandered into our territory..."
"Mmm... this one looks delicious, dear sister!" The other gnoll gives a chilling hyena-giggle and runs her long black tongue up the blade of her dagger. "I can't wait to feel it squirm under my blade!"
Oh no. This was bad. You have so much loot in your inventory, dying here would trash so much progress! There has to be a way out of this...
[Diplomacy, hard] "I'm just peacefully passing through, I don't want any trouble."
You're faintly aware of the dice clattering as they roll.
'Diplomacy check failed.'
Well, fuck.
It quickly becomes obvious that you are horribly underlevelled for this fight. Every strike of their daggers takes huge chunks out of your HP bar, while your attacks seem to only do a few points of damage. You mash all your new abilities in a desperate panic, but it isn't enough to save you from defeat.
"Pitiful little whelp," one of the gnolls taunts, standing over you as you tremble on your knees with only a tiny sliver of your HP remaining, "you could have at least put up a challenge." The other leans down, and uses the vicious point of her dagger to tilt your face up and look at her.
"I hope you're more entertainment as a meal than you are as a fight."
Wait... is that a tent in her loincloth? You hadn't noticed that before. Were these two gnolls getting off on beating you into the ground... on humiliating you for being so weak? Perhaps you could use that to your advantage.
[Diplomacy, hard] "Wait! Maybe I could provide you entertainment in... another way~?"
It wasn't ideal, but if there was any way of getting out of here with your loot in hand you really wanted to take it. You put on the most sultry tone you can and gaze up at the gnoll pleadingly through your eyelashes. The dice roll.
'Diplomacy check passed.'
The gnoll's eyes darken and her fang-filled grin widens as she realises what you're suggesting.
"Hmm, yes. Maybe tender, soft, weak meat like you would serve much better as our cocksleeve." She grabs your hair and pushes your face into her bulge. Even through the loincloth you can smell her thick beastly musk, and feel her shaft throbbing against your cheek... gods it's big.
'Willpower save failed.'
Wait, what? No, you shouldn't be enjoying this! And yet... you can't help but nuzzle your face further into her bulge. She laughs at you mockingly.
Status effect gained: Horny (intelligence, willpower and defence down 25%)
"Already so eager, aren't you, pet? Alright then, put that mouth of yours to use." The gnoll slips her loincloth to the side and takes her fat knotted cock in hand, slapping it against your cheek a few times and smearing the leaky tip across your lips humiliatingly. You try to scowl, pull away, to show any kind of resistance at all...
'Willpower save failed.'
You moan against her tip, and part your lips to let her in. Her smell, her taste, the way she pulses on your tongue... it's intoxicating. She grips your hair firmly, not giving you a moment of respite as she uses your throat like her own personal fucktoy.
Status effect gained: Extra Horny (intelligence, willpower and defence down 50%)
With a few quick swipes of her blade, the other gnoll cleaves your new dragonscale armour into rags. You almost bemoan the hours of grinding it took to get that armour set, but it's quickly forgotten when you feel her monstrous claws raking down your naked sides before grabbing your hips tightly.
"It's got some juicy loins," she murmurs with glee, and gives your ass a rough slap. -1hp. You can't stop yourself letting out a stifled, gulping moan around the other gnoll sister's cock.
"I'm going to enjoy this..." You feel her tip prodding your hole, getting ready to enter. N- no... you shouldn't want this... right?
'Willpower save critically failed.'
Your hips wiggle invitingly as the gnoll at your rear sinks her cock into you with a happy growl. She's just as big as her sister, if not bigger, and the keening ache as she stretches your hole out coaxes a pathetic whimper out of you.
"You were right, sister," she purrs, "it does make a much better cocksleeve than a fighter!"
Status effect gained: Cockdrunk (intelligence, willpower and defence down 75%. XP drains while this status is applied.)
Gods, how you must look right now - stuffed from both ends by a pair of monsters, moaning and whimpering like a cheap whore... and loving every second of it. With every thrust you could feel your XP bar shedding points, all your thoughts dissolving away into a warm haze of pleasure. Your level drops from 6, to 5, to 4...
One by one your skills begin disappearing from your hotbar, but you don't even care. You can feel their pace getting quicker as their growling breaths get deeper and more ragged. 3... 2... 1.
The first gnoll to cum is the one at your rear. With a final hard push, her knot pops inside your hole, plugging you tight as she pumps her hot load right into your belly. Your legs shake and your hips tremble, but all you can do is whine and squirm pathetically in her vice-like grip.
Only a few moments later the other gnoll sister grabs your head and forces you to take her right up to the knot, as a bitter salty warmth washes over your tongue. You swallow, barely thinking, gulping it all messily down as saliva mingles with cum and drips down your chin.
"What a good little fucking toy you are..." You hear growled in your ear. You're not even sure which one it was.
Achievement gained: Fucked Stupid (let an enemy fuck you back to level 0). Unlocks the Whore skill tree.
A few minutes later, you stagger out of the Dark Forest, covered in fresh claw and tooth marks, trembling legs barely supporting your weight. You try to cover your exposed body with your hands, but it's hard when your armour is no more than a few tattered shreds. Besides, the cum dripping thickly from your poor, gaping, aching hole and staining your thighs is a dead giveaway. To make it worse, two new tabs have appeared in your hotbar.
Monsterfucker [permanent effect]. You are satisfied for now, but your cravings will soon return. If you go more than two days without fucking an enemy with the monster type, you will gain the horny status effect.
Gnoll Scent-marked [permanent effect]: Enemies with the gnoll type now see you as breeding material, rather than food.
At least you kept all your items, but this is going to be so humiliating once you get back to town...
Gender neutral sub reader x female demon. Tailplay, tail worship, tail fucking. Tail-focused, if you couldn't tell. I feel like a tail fetish is just a foot fetish in a different font, but that doesn't mean it's not really hot.
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Your demon girlfriend knows that you like her tail, and she totally teases you about it. She loves wrapping it around your leg when you're cuddling together, or waving it in your face, or cheekily bapping the broad spade-shaped tip against your ass and then pretending she didn't do anything.
One night when you're about to get frisky, you walk in and she's lying on her front on the bed. Her crimson body is decorated in black lingerie, and at the sight of you she raises her tail into the air.
"Worship my tail."
You blink, and ask her to repeat herself.
"C'mon darling. I've seen the way you fluster whenever I touch you with it, and I know that you stare at it when you think I'm not looking."
You glance at her tail again, swaying slowly and regally in the air. She's decorated it with a few of gold bracelets and chains along its length. She's even strapped a black choker with a heart-shaped clasp around its base, just above her butt. Why is that so sexy? You swallow hard.
Your girlfriend notices your reaction and she grins smugly, her yellow eyes glinting. "Go ahead, sweetie. It's all yours."
You nestle yourself carefully between her legs. She coos happily when you take her tail in your hands and start slowly trailing your fingertips up and down it. You kiss all along its taper (it even smells good... did she perfume it for you?), and when you reach the spade tip you give the underside a long, open-mouthed lick from the bottom to the top. This earns you a low, delighted moan.
You lick again, dragging your tongue over every one of the little raised spines near her tip. They're firm but flexible, more like cartilage than anything, and licking them causes all manner of beautiful twitches and gasps from her. You dotingly kiss every ridge and spine, run your tongue along every elegant curve, and let your lips brush against all jewelry she put on just for you, all while your hands continue stroking nearer the base. There's a little patch of lighter-coloured skin on the underside where it connects to her spine, and rubbing your thumb over it makes her groan and push her hips up into your grasp. She purrs with pleasure, gripping the bedsheets tightly with her claws, and you hear her cursing softly through her teeth.
"Fuck, darling..." She murmurs, "by the hells, that feels so good..."
Emboldened by her reactions, you even try pinching one of the little spines between your lips, and that sends a loud moan and a strong shudder throughout her entire body. She suddenly pulls her tail out of your grasp, and you're worried you may have hurt her, but then she looks over her shoulder at you. She breathes deeply, her heavy-lidded eyes burning with lust and want.
"Get on your back. It's your turn."
She gets on top of you, a smug grin on her face as her tail glides up your thigh and presses intently at your entrance. First is the swell of her broad tail-tip, stretching you out as it slips inside. Then comes that row of firm spines, which she pushes into you slowly, deliberately, savouring each little whimper as they sinks into you one after another. You count them in your head - one... two... three... four... five... You arch your back, desperate and needy, and she giggles and kisses your face.
"My my, darling," she murmurs, "you do enjoy my tail, don't you?"
She thrusts her tail into you slowly, deliberately, letting you feel every spine and ridge gliding over your most sensitive areas. She even takes advantage of its agility to twist and curl it inside you, watching delightedly how every movement of her tail prompts new moans and shivers and gasps to escape you. You throw your head back against the pillows and let your mouth hang open, coming undone beneath the blissful strokes of that long, skilled, dexterous tail.
By the end of the night you're a panting, drooling, fucked-out mess. She holds you close, trailing her claws possessively over your trembling thigh, and curls her tail around your waist.
From that point on she teases you with her tail even more often. But now, at least, you know how to tease her back...
I'd really love to have a group of more experienced transfems giggling and cooing over me as they help me with my estrogen shot... laid out on the bed, pants around my knees as the girl straddling my thighs fills the syringe.
"Three, two one," and the needle pricks my thigh. "Well done, darling." she hums contentedly as she presses the plunger down, and the clear liquid in the tube slowly empties, "you're taking it so well..."
A trembling breath escapes me, but not because of the needle. In fact, I can barely feel it. My heart is racing for an entirely different reason...
"Aww look, she's getting hard from this!" The woman cuddled up to me from the side reaches down and traces a finger along the growing tent in my boxers. "Are you enjoying the thought of becoming a beautiful girl for us?" I flush in embarrassment and fail to meet her eyes, but I return a nod. A scattering of giggles from the other ladies, amused at my bashfulness.
A drop of red beads on my skin as the needle exits, but a tender hand quickly wipes it clean. The puncture mark is almost invisible, a tiny dot upon soft, soft skin.
"Good girl," followed by a warm, open-mouthed kiss pressed to my neck. "You'll look just like us in no time at all!"
"Right? I mean just look at her tits." A bold pair of hands curls around my middle and cups my chest, giving both breasts a firm squeeze through my thin shirt and drawing a keening whimper from my mouth. "They're already budding soooo nicely..."
"Aww look, she's getting even harder!" And another chorus of happy giggles goes around the group.
"What a cutie~" More doting kisses on my neck and collarbones, and another pair of hands feeling the shape of my hips. "Her curves are filling out wonderfully too." Another, caressing my thighs.
"Keep groping her little tits. It'll help them grow!"
An egg timer sounds from the next room over.
"Oh, the bread's ready to come out the oven!"
"C'mon darling, time to eat!" I huff as she pulls my pants back up around my hips, irritated at having been left all hot and bothered. My tits are sore, aching, yearning to be touched. I can still feel her kisses lingering on my skin, and the telltale soreness of the needle in my thigh.
"Aww, don't be like that." She says, seeing me sulking. "With any luck all these carbs are gonna go right to your tummy and your thighs."
"And besides, after we eat..." They exchange a conspiratorial glance with one another. "Then we can get back to playing. How does that sound, cutiepie?"
Been thinking about being the only girl living in a house full of tboys, who are all horny as hell thanks to their testosterone. And of course, because I'm a good friend, I'd let them take their frustrations out on me whenever they want to!
[...]
Whenever I'm trying to do anything in the communal spaces I always get rough fingers up my skirt, groping my chest and pinching my nipples through my shirt, squishing and squeezing and thoroughly exploring every soft and sensitive part of my body.
Pretty frequently one of the guys will just grab my head and force it between his thighs, pressing my lips right against his tdick... so of course I oblige and suck him off. His thick masculine scent gets me so worked up after all, and I may as well put my whore mouth to good use.
Whenever one of them just needs something to fuck they'll come right up to me, bend me over the nearest surface and fuck me stupid with their strap. Doesn't matter if I'm in my room or doing something else - they'll barge in, flip up my skirt and claim the hole that I generously offered to them. If one walks in and I'm already being used... well, let's just say they've learned to share.
Some days, when they've all been more pent-up than usual, I'll hardly be able to walk on my own two feet, having spent basically the entire day getting my brains railed out over and over. Worn out and sweaty from the almost non-stop sex, I stagger to the shower to try and freshen up, only to find that it's already occupied by one of my roommates... and in my current state he just can't resist me. This time I'm bent over the bathroom sink, fingers twined into my hair, right in front of the mirror so that I'm forced to see how much of a shaking, needy, slutty wreck I've been turned into... and I couldn't be happier with the whole arrangement.
Oh yeah and they're all lovely and fat and hairy and sweet too <3
I'm Patchwork/ Patch, your local silly weird girlthing. This is my smut writing and hornyposting blog, and it's very much 18+ so minors better get the fuck outta here.
My main blog is @all-sewn-up-girl - likes and follows will come from there. You can follow it if you want, but it's largely gonna be reblogs. Most of the interesting stuff is here :3
The Basics...
Patch/ Patchwork, 22 years old, transfem (she/they/it)
Queer, T4T and polyamorous (the content of my blog will very much reflect this!)
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Free use (including public/ exhibitionism stuff)
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Praise, degradation, and praise and degradation at the same time!
