[pre-story]It. Is. Done! This one nearly killed me. I bit off WAY more than I could chew, as usual, and between writer's block and getting sick, it just... it took forever. I ended up breaking the scenes we had planned for this one into two distinct chapters. Ultimately, it's probably better for it, and the decision let me avoid both stressing myself into an early grave and keeping you all waiting another month.
Anyways, enjoy! [redacted][/pre-story]
Christina’s Turn
John barely had time to yank up his dress shirt and cinch his belt tight, pinning his monstrous, throbbing member against his rugged abs, the flared crown pulsing just short of reaching his powerful pecs, then yank his shirt down again, just in time to conceal the fearsome weapon as he was half-pushed-half-dragged through the ballroom doors and into the parking lot. The night air was cool and quiet, and the ballroom was far enough away from the street to avoid wandering eyes, but still, adding another charge of indecent exposure to his record would rather effectively spoil the celebration. The ABCs whined impatiently, two tugging at his arms while the third pushed him forward from behind, the identical, incorrigible redheaded triplets eager to start a night with their favorite cousin. He probably could have planted his feet, stopped himself, and taken the time to properly conceal his monolithic cock, but three sets of big, round, emerald-green puppy-dog eyes and big, round, freckle-dusted basketball-sized tits, half-bursting out of tight, backless emerald gowns, were very persuasive. Together, the triplets guided their studly cousin across the parking lot, toward a big green SUV sitting on the asphalt.
John heard the hurried clacking of heels on pavement behind him and twisted in the triplets’ grip, catching sight of Aunt Christina rushing to catch up. The mature, copper-haired beauty was elegant as always, somehow managing to make her rushed pace look smooth and graceful, purposeful and controlled as a queen striding through her court. That is, if you ignored the way her titanic tits shook and wobbled with each stride, her diamond-hard nipples threatening to come bouncing out of her emerald dress with every step. And the way her thighs and fingers glistened, slick with her own womanly nectar. And the way her knees trembled just the tiniest bit as nearly a half-gallon of her nephew’s thick, creamy cum sloshed in her belly.
Next thing John knew, his cousins were throwing open the back door and practically shoving him inside, before swiftly piling in after him. The backseat was spacious, a single enormous leather-upholstered bench seat, but it simply wasn’t made to hold four ridiculously overdeveloped teenagers. Abby was first, sidling past him, only to stumble as she passed, burying his face in her pale, freckled cleavage, lingering for perhaps a moment too long for it to be entirely accidental before settling into the far seat. Betty was next, taking the seat by the door, sliding in to sit as close to him as she could, her full breasts resting against his arm while she nuzzled her cheek against his shoulder. Cherry moved to join them, only to find all the seats in the back taken, her sisters smirking triumphantly at her as they snuggled up to their favorite cousin. She glared at her siblings in annoyance for a moment, lingering in the doorway, until an idea occurred to her that turned her look of annoyance into a smug grin. Ignoring her siblings, she flashed John a broad grin and climbed on in, stepping over Betty to smoothly plant her perfectly round ass squarely in John’s lap She gave her hips a wiggle as she settled into place, backing the smooth globes of her ass up against the monolithic shaft pinned to John’s abs, before leaning back against his chest, offering the taller tennager a spectacular view into the valley of her pale, freckled cleavage. As the monstrous shaft pulsed against her bountiful backside, her sister’s looks turned from smugness to surprise, then resigned annoyance as they realized they got out-played.
The massive vehicle rumbled to life as Aunt Christina buckled into the driver’s seat, adjusting her mirror to glance into the backseat, her nephew almost completely hidden from her view below the neck, his powerful frame nearly buried by her daughter’s nubile young bodies. “Now, girls, don’t tease him too much before we get home…” She chided with a soft smirk.
The ABCs exchanged a glance, playful grins spreading across their full lips. “We~ won’t~!” The girls replied in a chorus of sing-song voices, before giggling in a way that made everyone else a little nervous. Christina narrowed her eyes slightly, glaring sternly into the mirror for a moment, before heaving a sigh that made her monumental melons bounce, shifting into gear, and pulling out of the parking space, rolling the enormous vehicle toward the road. The backseat was silent for a long moment, John surrounded by the redheaded troublemakers as they grinned playfully. They were planning something, that much was certain, the only question was what, and just how perverse it would be.
Tuesday, February 21, 2017
Wednesday, February 1, 2017
Musing: Dibella's Blessing
[pre-story]Hey there, squish here, finally continuing the story of the futa dragonborn! [redacted] Anyways, enjoy! There's plenty more story to come![/pre-story]
Dibella's Blessing
The three priestesses shared a glance as they held their robes closed for a moment, each one bearing a very different expression. The small breton, Senna, as the dragonborn would later learn, wore an eager, mischievous grin on her almost childlike face, the glint of lust in her eyes seeming ill-fitting. The wide-hipped redguard, Anwen, had a smoldering, sultry look in her eyes, and a playful smirk on her full lips. The tall, busty nord, Orla, was chewing her lip hesitantly, but her eyes kept flicking over to the dragonborn’s magnificent body, lingering on that superior shaft. Hamal cleared her throat, the high priestess catching the attention of all three for a moment and giving them a reassuring nod. As one, three robes parted and fell, pooling around the priestesses’ ankles, revealing their naked bodies to the dragonborn.
Dibella's Blessing
The three priestesses shared a glance as they held their robes closed for a moment, each one bearing a very different expression. The small breton, Senna, as the dragonborn would later learn, wore an eager, mischievous grin on her almost childlike face, the glint of lust in her eyes seeming ill-fitting. The wide-hipped redguard, Anwen, had a smoldering, sultry look in her eyes, and a playful smirk on her full lips. The tall, busty nord, Orla, was chewing her lip hesitantly, but her eyes kept flicking over to the dragonborn’s magnificent body, lingering on that superior shaft. Hamal cleared her throat, the high priestess catching the attention of all three for a moment and giving them a reassuring nod. As one, three robes parted and fell, pooling around the priestesses’ ankles, revealing their naked bodies to the dragonborn.
Tuesday, January 3, 2017
Musing: Love Bug P. 1
[pre-story]So, I've been mulling over this idea for a long time. I wasn't sure if I should actually write it, because I'm not sure how sexy it'd be in the end, but I ran a twitter poll and the results convinced me to go for it. The idea is interesting to me, even if it's not super hot. It's a romance set in the universe of the game FTL: Faster Than Light, one of my recent gaming obsessions, and it features a very alien sort of alien as the love interest. It was supposed to just be some very short snippets setting up a larger relationship but I just wrote and wrote and now I'm like 4k words deep and nobody's even naked yet. I decided I had to cut it off here for the month, even though I haven't gotten to the action yet, because it's probably only about half-done at this point, if that, and I don't think I should keep my current commission waiting for however long it would take me to actually finish it.[/pre-story]
Love Bug: Part 1
“K’tikikaak.”
The captain paused, looking up from his datapad to take in the figure standing before him. The insectoid creature had a long abdomen with folded wing-cases on its back, held parallel to the deck on four spindly legs covered in jagged serrations. It had a thorax, held upright, that almost looked like a slender humanoid torso. It had two arms, long, folding limbs, ending in serrated, scythe-like blades, each almost half a meter long, flanked by spindly ‘fingers’ that invariably reminded him of spider legs. It had a head that was entirely alien, a wide, flat, triangular thing, with glittering multifaceted eyes set into the sides and chittering mandibles at the front, perched on a skinny stick of a neck. All told, the creature was perhaps a half-meter taller than him, but it compact form likely only outweighed him by a few kilos. The whole creature was covered in segmented carapace, a bright, vibrant red color, banded with tiger stripes of a darker shade.
Love Bug: Part 1
“K’tikikaak.”
The captain paused, looking up from his datapad to take in the figure standing before him. The insectoid creature had a long abdomen with folded wing-cases on its back, held parallel to the deck on four spindly legs covered in jagged serrations. It had a thorax, held upright, that almost looked like a slender humanoid torso. It had two arms, long, folding limbs, ending in serrated, scythe-like blades, each almost half a meter long, flanked by spindly ‘fingers’ that invariably reminded him of spider legs. It had a head that was entirely alien, a wide, flat, triangular thing, with glittering multifaceted eyes set into the sides and chittering mandibles at the front, perched on a skinny stick of a neck. All told, the creature was perhaps a half-meter taller than him, but it compact form likely only outweighed him by a few kilos. The whole creature was covered in segmented carapace, a bright, vibrant red color, banded with tiger stripes of a darker shade.
A Satyr's Sacred Seed: Ch. 2
[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.[/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.
Alika laid herself out on the grass, her soft, honey-tan skin and earthy-red tattoos glistening with a mixture of sweat and the last remnants of Varossion’s massive load, which she’d just lovingly rubbed into her full, grapefruit-sized breasts. The young eniiri’s slender waist squirmed as she nestled down into the soft grass, her long, chestnut-brown hair splayed out beneath her like a pair of wings. Wildflowers bloomed around her, freshly-sprouted wherever the satyr’s mystical seed has splattered to the earth. Wordlessly, she spread her legs, her smooth, supple thighs parting, their inner surfaces glistening with her sweet nectar. Her lips parted, presenting her delicate, peach-pink petals, flushed and twitching softly with a deep, instinctual need, wordlessly begging to be satisfied.
“I’m ready.” Alika breathed, her earlier nervousness gone, evaporated before the heat of her lust like dew before the morning sun. “Varossion… Take me. Plant your sacred seed in me and make me a woman in the eyes of The Green.” She implored, her voice heavy with desire.
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.
Alika laid herself out on the grass, her soft, honey-tan skin and earthy-red tattoos glistening with a mixture of sweat and the last remnants of Varossion’s massive load, which she’d just lovingly rubbed into her full, grapefruit-sized breasts. The young eniiri’s slender waist squirmed as she nestled down into the soft grass, her long, chestnut-brown hair splayed out beneath her like a pair of wings. Wildflowers bloomed around her, freshly-sprouted wherever the satyr’s mystical seed has splattered to the earth. Wordlessly, she spread her legs, her smooth, supple thighs parting, their inner surfaces glistening with her sweet nectar. Her lips parted, presenting her delicate, peach-pink petals, flushed and twitching softly with a deep, instinctual need, wordlessly begging to be satisfied.
“I’m ready.” Alika breathed, her earlier nervousness gone, evaporated before the heat of her lust like dew before the morning sun. “Varossion… Take me. Plant your sacred seed in me and make me a woman in the eyes of The Green.” She implored, her voice heavy with desire.
Friday, December 9, 2016
A Satyr's Sacred Seed: Ch. 2 [preview]
[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.
[redacted]
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.
[redacted]
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.
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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