Deer Hybrid x fem!reader— drugs, sex toys, sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, aphrodisiac potion, fingering, aftercare
You had found yourself into quite the sticky situation. Having sex with your sexual drug dealer was possibly a new all time low for you. You would’ve said you have officially hit rock bottom but knowing you… there was probably a bit more to fall.
Living in Free Use City has been the dream you always thought it was going to be. No, in fact, it was even better. The sex was endless and you’ve never felt more desired and needed in your entire life.
But the problem with having constant sex is just that. You’re having constant sex and it can get… boring. You were bored with normal sex. You did it everywhere you could. In front of others, with others, watching others, and you did every little dirty and depraved thing you could think of. You tried the roughest of toys and the riskiest most mind blowing positions.
No matter what you did you couldn’t stop the creeping sensation of boredom from clawing its way through your body like a tentacle monster sliding their entire length inside you till they made you their human sex kebab. Literally.
You needed more but you didn’t have a clue what. Even the regular drugs at the clubs you frequent were beginning to bore you. The high always the same, the impact on sex hitting you in the exact same way.
Now tonight you find yourself back into your usual habit. Drink, dance, take drugs, and find someone to fuck. Tonight your club of choice is a favorite of yours, The Hunter’s Harvest, the most popular night club in Free Use City.
The world around you is a blur as you go through the motions. Somehow finding yourself riding an admittedly sexy ass Orc in the back of the club. When suddenly a familiar Naga comes slithering up to you two. Out of all the drug dealers that supply to the club his venom had to be the best. But tonight it just wasn’t working for you.
“How’s that venom treating you, pretty?” He hisses in your ear, reaching out tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. While completely ignoring the Orc beneath you. Honestly you were too.
All you have to do is purse your lips and give a drunken shake of your heads and the Naga understands all. A wicked gleam passes over his expression but he’s leaning back in before you can pick up on it. Not that you would in your current state anyway.
“Want something new? Something stronger,” he rasps into your ear again, causing sparks to zap down your spine.
And that’s how you found yourself in some strange back room of the club having no idea where you really are. You see dancers, waitresses, and monsters in dark scary looking suits pass by the room but no one spares a glance at you as you both lay down on the couch.
In exchange for a new drug they were testing out, a drug to enhance the sexual experience, you were to try it out with him before anyone. Said he wanted to be your first because he can swear you’ve never been fucked like this before. Yeah, you’ll just have to see about that. The challenge in his tone was more the reason why you agreed to this than the actual drug. But hey, if it finally brought some thrill back to sex, you’d take it.
Naga Drug Dealer settles between your hips and you can feel the hard bulges of his cocks rest hotly against you. It was a comforting sensation but nothing new. No, what was really new was the pretty orange vial he slips out of his pocket as he shakes off his clothing. You stare at it in awe, lips already parted, and head tilted back. Wanting so badly to experience something new.
“Enough!” A loud voice booms, breaking the tension like they took a hammer to glass.
You and the Naga jump a part, a bit of the vial splashing out and landing right in your mouth. Though his focus isn’t on you when you see his eyes go wide in terror. The man literally starts shaking before you. And that’s when your eyes catch onto the shadows of the wall behind him. A tall figure stands behind you with two long twisting horns.
It’s him. The Demon Drug Lord of Free Use City.
“S-sir, I’m- I can explain, you see. This is all just a big misunderstanding,” the Naga stammers over his words, sweating bullets.
Drug Lord Deer Hybrid storms into the room, ignoring the Naga’s stuttering words. You feel his touch before you see him as he pinches your chin and with one swift jerk of his hand brings your gaze to his. Your eyes widen as instead of a demon before you it’s a Deer Hybrid. His simmering grey eyes searing into you.
“Tell me, sweetheart, did you drink any of the vial?” His smooth deep voice seeps into ears and courses through your bloodstream, making you shiver into his touch.
All you can do is nod dumbly, caught like a deer in the headlights, too busy getting lost in his eyes. He curses under his breath, his grip tightening ever so slightly.
“Tsk— stupid girl. Come with me,” he orders, giving no room for argument.
And he doesn’t give you room to even consider arguing as before you can even stand he’s picking up your curvy frame with an insane amount of ease. Your lips part, wanting to protest. You’re totally able to walk on your own. But… he’s also so warm. Very comfortable. Something about him feeling strangely safe despite his dangerous aura and the reputation that proves it true.
Without so much as a word to your drug dealer, Drug Lord Deer Hybrid whisks you out of that room and down the darkened hall. You can’t see much of anything in front of you, left completely at this man’s mercy. And you don’t think he has that much. At least not normally.
The weight of your body begins to tip forward and you get the strange feeling he’s walking up stairs. You quickly steady yourself, placing your hands on his back. Not even trying to fight him off. You know who he is, you’re not stupid enough to do that.
But suddenly as he reaches the top, a wave of heat begins to wash over you. The world seems to slow down and grow hazy, everything in your vision blurring. You can faintly see he’s brought you into a lowly lit office— his office, you assume.
With all the gentleness of a falling feather, he carefully places you down on another couch. This one most softer and you assume a lot cleaner too. His thumb brushes along your jaw and a trail of fire is left in its wake. He tilts your head back, forcing your glazed eyes to fall on him.
“How much got in this mouth, baby?” He murmurs low, voice sounding like slow sex on nice Sunday morning.
Light tingles ignite throughout your face as he swipes a finger across your bottom lip. Effectively sucking out all the air from your lungs. You fight off a shiver, trying to preserve a little of your dignity.
“Just a few drops.”
He closes his eyes, the muscle in his jaw twitching. When they open back up they’re about several shades darker, a conflicting storm of emotions passing through them.
“You’re about to get really hot, sweetheart. But it’ll be ok. You’re gonna need to cum. A lot. And I’ll be close by to help you through it,” he murmurs, his voice almost a whisper. If only he knew how much hotter that just made you. But you’d refuse to admit it to him.
With a heavy sigh he pushes up off the couch, his tall and imposing form towering over you. For a second you expect him to pop open his belt and let you go to town on him. But then he’s turning his back to you to open a nearby closet, bringing back with him a box of toys.
“Here, these will help you get through the worst of the heat. It’s better to start sooner rather than later. And even when you cum, just keep going. Don’t let the heat build too much or you won’t be able to move.” His eyes never once leave yours as he speaks, his tone demanding obedience. He then slaps a suction cup dildo on the ground and you practically cum in your already soaked panties.
Everything about him has you caught up in a trance. All you can focus on is him and the raging heat building up from your core that grows stronger the longer you focus on him. But his words manage to register in your mind soon enough that you’re still able to speak.
“But I want you,” you reply stubbornly, a scowl decorating your face.
He raises a brow at you and merely holds out a vibrator for you to take. When you don’t, crossing your arms instead, his face drops. His eyes flicker over your frame in assessment and it has your belly clenching with desire and need. You can barely read a thing on his face but when he crouches down in front of the toys you dare to have hope.
“I’ll stay, okay? But I won’t touch you. That will have to be enough,” he responds, though both of you know it won’t be.
But still, you’ll take what you can get. Your body is so hot you almost wanna crawl out of your skin for some relief. Though shedding your clothes does help. You don’t even have the mind to be shy or embarrassed, needing to cum so bad. There was no room for that here.
Your pussy was dripping down your thighs, you didn’t even need to be prepped. You see his back straighten, eyes intent on your glistening folds. If you weren’t so desperate you’d have put on a little show for him, anything to get him inside you. And as you sink down on the thick dildo you imagine it’s actually his cock and you immediately moan in pleasure. The toy filling you up so perfectly.
Drug Lord Deer Hybrid falls to his knees before you, his expression giving away nothing of the emotions lying underneath. He doesn’t even seem like he’s breathing as he watches you get the dildo all slick with your juices before riding on it like you’ve gone mad.
He talks you through your next dozen orgasms, the time passing in the blink of an eye. He tells you just how to ride his toys, when to roll your hips, and how to touch your clit. And he’s right every time, bringing you to the most intense and existence transcending orgasms of your life. All while never touching you. But it’s his gaze that turns you on more than anyone ever has before. You can’t get enough of it.
You watch him watching you, his eyes nearly swallowed up by his pupils. Every muscle in his body is tense like he’s trying to hold off pouncing on you as much as you are to him. His voice growing more raspy and feral with each orgasm he brings out of you.
“That’s it, baby. Make yourself cum for me. Rub your clit, just like that— nuh uh uh— don’t change speed. Do it— yes— do it hard, just like you like,” he demands in a low growl and you are far too weak to deny him.
Following his instructions you’re not surprised anymore as the cord in the belly snaps and you’re gushing liquid onto the deep red carpets. You figure they’re meant to hide something, why not your cum? He knows your body far too well for someone who has only introduced to it a few hours ago. Or has it been days? It’s hard to tell given the room has no windows.
You don’t know how long it’s been but you’ve effectively fucked yourself to exhaustion. The heat all but dissipated out of you with your final climax. Unable to hold your body up any longer, you start toward the floor and you don’t have the strength to stop yourself from the fall.
Right before your face makes contact, his arms are curling underneath your pits and hauling you up. Touching you for the first time since he carried you in here. He gathers you in his arms, laying you down all snug in his lap.
Your mind and body are way too gone to react right now but if you could you’d be seriously freaking out. He leans back enough to look down at you, his eyes somehow even more intense and full of conflict. Like he doesn’t know quite what to do with you. But after a moments hesitation he lifts a hand and pets the back of your head, the action surprisingly soothing.
Before you know it your eyelids are growing heavy and you’re melting into him. Everything in you, even your damn body, screamed that it trusts him. You should believe in your gut. If your guts always right or not is to be debated. But… things felt so good right now you didn’t want to try and open your eyes and insist you get going now.
No, you wanted to stay. Tonight was beyond anything you’ve ever experienced and you’ve done it all. And you have a feeling it had nothing to do with the drug.
Second chunk of the [Weretober] prompts of Tim (and by extension Ratman) getting turned into a bunch of different animal guys!
Seriously, how does he keep doing this? This is bananas, like stop it, man. This is going to be terrible for his back. :/
(Prompts #8-14 in order: Kangaroo -> Otter -> Hebridean Sheep -> Deep Sea -> Serpent -> Antlers-> Quokka + Bonus Sketches under cut)
When drawing Kangaratman, I was thinking somehow Tim would get roped into underground fighting for money, and it reminded me how much I LOOOVE the specific scenario of "werecreature gets put into a fight/cage match/etc". Doubly so when the human's not much of a fighter. >:]!! So I wanted to draw more:
Later my friend made me realize Tim's whole ass would be hanging out after he turned back and it made me laugh HOILKJFD (BTW this is a tumblr exclusive sketch, twitter did NOT get it, you're welcome):
And finally some bonus Snim (Snake Tim) thumbnails! I had a hard time deciding on the pose because honestly I liked them all:
