[pre-story]Hey there, Sqish here, with the conclusion of Galbuscho's commission about satyrs, breeding, and liters of cum! I actually thought I had this one done at 3.5k words, but then I realized I'd feel guilty charging for such a short chapter, went back and added in a couple more orgasms and a bit of post-coitus cuddling and it feels WAY more complete than it did before.
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Enjoy![/pre-story]
Chapter 2: A Satyr’s Savage Seeding
Varossion loomed in the middle of the sacred glade, half-kneeling, his bulk supported on one knee and one cloven hoof. The massive, muscular satyr’s broad, powerful chest rose and fell rhythmically as he caught his breath, his pale green skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. His long hair, a curious, mossy shade of greenish brown, was swept back out of his face, revealing his ruggedly handsome features, pointed ears and inhuman eyes, twin featureless orbs of warm hazel. His heavy brow bore the roots of a pair of woodlike antlers that arched up above his head, branching again and again into a spectacular rack of points that hung over him like a crown, giving him a regal air. In contrast to that regal bearing, his cock thrust proudly from his hips, a fearsome pillar of granite-hard flesh longer than a forearm and wider than a handspan. It throbbed and lurched angrily, like a wild beast, its length wound over with thick, pulsing veins and crowned with a flared, helmet-shaped head, easily the size of a man’s fist and still dripping with pearly seed. Beneath the towering monolithic member swayed a pair of truly enormous balls, like a pair of ripe melons, sloshing with an ocean of thick, creamy, supernaturally-potent cum.
Friday, December 9, 2016
Thursday, December 1, 2016
By The Horns: Ch. 4
[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, with a new chapter in the continuing saga of Rhuno Sunheart, tauren paladin! The winner of the last 'what's next' poll on my patreon was the barrens, so here it is! I had a mixed experience writing this one. I loved writing the battle scene at the beginning, and I knew exactly what I wanted for the end, but I had a lot of trouble filling out the middle of some reason. It felt... disjointed, incoherent. But then, when I went back and read it over to edit/rewrite, it didn't seem all that bad at all. Perspective is a funny thing.
Anyways, new chapter! As always, [redacted] Enjoy![/pre-story]
Chapter 4: A Battle and a Bond
“Can’t dis dumb beast go any fasta’?!” Zen’Anji demanded, the crimson-mohawked troll woman clinging to the saddlehorn, Rhuno’s armored bulk at her back.
“Kodos are bred for strength, not speed!” Rhuno shot back, gripping Tawo’s reigns a little tighter, the faithful kodo thundering across the golden savannah as fast as her powerful legs could carry her.
Zen'Anji twisted in the saddle, peering around Rhuno’s side. “Dey be gainin’!” She warned, a touch of panic in her voice.
“I know!” Rhuno growled, looking back over his shoulder to confirm that, yes, the horde of centaurs was, indeed, drawing ever-closer as they rode hell-for-leather.
“Well, do sometin’ about it, an’ quick, or we both be dead!” Zen'Anji urged.
“I’m steering! What about you? You’re a druid, right? Do that root thing! Slow them down!” Rhuno snapped.
“Wit’ what roots, mon?! GRASS?!” She snapped back.
An arrow whizzed past, and Rhuno cursed under his breath. They were getting into bow-range already. As soon as they started landing hits, Tawo would start to slow down, and then it would only be a matter of time before they were overtaken and trampled, or just circled by archers and whittled away. This was a losing scenario, he needed to change the engagement. His hooves dug a little harder into Tawo’s hide, trying to urge just the tiniest bit more speed from the great beast as he scanned the plains ahead. He could see the walls of Crossroads, but they’d be pincushions before they made it. The mountains might help, but not enough. The only other feature was… He yanked the reigns to the left, and Tawo turned sharply with a groan, just in time to avoid a volley of arrows.
Anyways, new chapter! As always, [redacted] Enjoy![/pre-story]
Chapter 4: A Battle and a Bond
“Can’t dis dumb beast go any fasta’?!” Zen’Anji demanded, the crimson-mohawked troll woman clinging to the saddlehorn, Rhuno’s armored bulk at her back.
“Kodos are bred for strength, not speed!” Rhuno shot back, gripping Tawo’s reigns a little tighter, the faithful kodo thundering across the golden savannah as fast as her powerful legs could carry her.
Zen'Anji twisted in the saddle, peering around Rhuno’s side. “Dey be gainin’!” She warned, a touch of panic in her voice.
“I know!” Rhuno growled, looking back over his shoulder to confirm that, yes, the horde of centaurs was, indeed, drawing ever-closer as they rode hell-for-leather.
“Well, do sometin’ about it, an’ quick, or we both be dead!” Zen'Anji urged.
“I’m steering! What about you? You’re a druid, right? Do that root thing! Slow them down!” Rhuno snapped.
“Wit’ what roots, mon?! GRASS?!” She snapped back.
An arrow whizzed past, and Rhuno cursed under his breath. They were getting into bow-range already. As soon as they started landing hits, Tawo would start to slow down, and then it would only be a matter of time before they were overtaken and trampled, or just circled by archers and whittled away. This was a losing scenario, he needed to change the engagement. His hooves dug a little harder into Tawo’s hide, trying to urge just the tiniest bit more speed from the great beast as he scanned the plains ahead. He could see the walls of Crossroads, but they’d be pincushions before they made it. The mountains might help, but not enough. The only other feature was… He yanked the reigns to the left, and Tawo turned sharply with a groan, just in time to avoid a volley of arrows.
Musing: Tracer's Halloween Party
[pre-story]It's another overwatch-themed patreon musing! This one's for Halloween, and features Symmetra's Vampire skin and Tracer's Punk skin. It's way longer than it's supposed to be, but I think it's definitely worth it. I just kept having more stuff I wanted to include... I didn't have enough room for it all, so I might come back and add a second part later on. Tried some new stuff in this one, toys, hypnotism... is time-play a thing? I think it worked out pretty well. Originally I was just gonna have it be straight-up hypno-dom, but I decided to add in a little bit of hesitance on Sym's part/willingness on Tracer's, because I love me some sappy emotional crap. Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]
“Heya, Symm!” Lena called from across the room, stretching up on one toe to wave over the crowd, her bright, cheery expression at odds with her black leather jacket, skull-goggles, and rebellious, pink dyed hair. Her chest-piece glowed, and her form flickered and disappeared, the spunky girl reappearing across the room, directly in front of her friend, a trail of blue weaving through the crowd behind her. “I’m glad you made it! I wasn’t sure you were gonna show, you know, ‘cause you don’t like parties much and all that, but you’re here!” She babbled, excitedly, spreading her arms wide and leaning in for a hug, only to abruptly stop, teetering on tiptoe a moment from hugging, remembering how Symmetra didn’t really like to be touched without warning.
Symmetra’s pale grey lips curled into a soft smile. “Hello, Lena.” She replied, cool and calm and collected, a stark contrast to Lena’s bubbly, overflowing energy. She leaned into the hug, giving the british girl a soft squeeze which she eagerly returned, before straightening up again, breaking the hug after only a moment. “I simply couldn’t miss one of your famous Halloween parties.” She replied.
Tracer grinned, stepping back to let her eyes roam up and down Symmetra’s body. Her costume looked much like her usual outfit, with a few key differences. For one, her usually-soft-brown skin had turned a pale grey from head to toe, and her usual blue and white outfit was black and red instead, her thigh-high stockings decorated with angular bats. Her eyes had changed, too, from rich brown to deep crimson. Her body was lovely as always, a modest, but proud chest, slender waist, round hips, and long, shapely legs. But there was something else, too, something subtle about the way she stood, the way she moved, a different sort of confidence, something almost...sultry.
“Heya, Symm!” Lena called from across the room, stretching up on one toe to wave over the crowd, her bright, cheery expression at odds with her black leather jacket, skull-goggles, and rebellious, pink dyed hair. Her chest-piece glowed, and her form flickered and disappeared, the spunky girl reappearing across the room, directly in front of her friend, a trail of blue weaving through the crowd behind her. “I’m glad you made it! I wasn’t sure you were gonna show, you know, ‘cause you don’t like parties much and all that, but you’re here!” She babbled, excitedly, spreading her arms wide and leaning in for a hug, only to abruptly stop, teetering on tiptoe a moment from hugging, remembering how Symmetra didn’t really like to be touched without warning.
Symmetra’s pale grey lips curled into a soft smile. “Hello, Lena.” She replied, cool and calm and collected, a stark contrast to Lena’s bubbly, overflowing energy. She leaned into the hug, giving the british girl a soft squeeze which she eagerly returned, before straightening up again, breaking the hug after only a moment. “I simply couldn’t miss one of your famous Halloween parties.” She replied.
Tracer grinned, stepping back to let her eyes roam up and down Symmetra’s body. Her costume looked much like her usual outfit, with a few key differences. For one, her usually-soft-brown skin had turned a pale grey from head to toe, and her usual blue and white outfit was black and red instead, her thigh-high stockings decorated with angular bats. Her eyes had changed, too, from rich brown to deep crimson. Her body was lovely as always, a modest, but proud chest, slender waist, round hips, and long, shapely legs. But there was something else, too, something subtle about the way she stood, the way she moved, a different sort of confidence, something almost...sultry.
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