fanfic prompts

[xax]

anyway so every so often i do a prompt request post, historically on sofurry since that was really the only writing-based social media site i was on, but i'm trying to centralize my web presence on better sites these days so now i'm making the post here.

gimmie a prompt with a setting + some characters and/or a situation or fetish or w/e and i'll see if i can write a short porn fill. fandom stuff only, no real restriction on which fandoms but you probably have an increased chance of getting a fill if it's something i'm familiar with. no guarantees i'll fill everything b/c oh boy i'm bad at finishing things.

(also sorry about the dreamwidth layout. i kinda lost steam redoing everything when i hit the comments so they're like, barely laid out.)

EDIT: okay no longer taking prompts. i mean i haven't been writing fills for a bit but i figured i should actually make an announcement

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[(Anonymous)]

post mass effect 3 Shepard going to visit wrex on tachanka only to be turned into wrex personal slave. fetishes, breath play, musk, pet play, size difference anal gaping, watersports and piss play

[(Anonymous)]

This is amazing idea. I would like to add cum inflation and all the way through if possible?

[(Anonymous)]

World of Warcraft , a human rouge Named Sven is given a job to capture a worgen in the dead city of gilnayes with the hope to use the first test at a cure for the worgen curse, Sven gets captured instead and is taken to the pakes den to be breed until he becomes a worgen slave, ( worgen semen causes the transformation to make them a beta bitch for the pack and a breeder for the pack, fetish’s, musk, anal, oral, transform, mindbreak, knowing, cuminflation, make pregnancy

Breath of Fire 3...What If...

[(Anonymous)]

What if Rei had gone full weretiger on Nue Chimera at the mountain after he left the boys with Uncle Bunyan and Ryu and Teepo had to try and 'soothe him' after finding him transformed?

Re: Breath of Fire 3...What If...

[xax]

ryu somehow ends up in ogre road alone instead of with garr (maybe they camp out & ryu wanders off into the forest)

i decided to do this as after the ogre road weretiger fight instead of the nue chimera thing so that it'd be adult/adolescent ryu instead of kid ryu. this also means no teepo, o well

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The light from the dying campfire cast the trees of Ogre Woods in swaying shadow. The deep shadows beneath every branch could've held anything -- monster, thief, bandit. Garr was already asleep in the tent, but after what felt like hours of lying awake Ryu crept out to stir the embers of the campfire, reigniting a tiny blaze. It was deep in the middle of the night, and the air was chill and damp, with dew already forming on the thick grass.

Ryu couldn't stop thinking about the... monster? That they'd faced amid the trees. An immense bipedal tiger monster, with golden fur and a shaggy mohawk of rich red hair. There was something about it...

He wasn't sure. Garr would throw a fit if he knew about it, but something pulled Ryu away from the campfire and into the darkness beyond. Even after they'd fought, he'd had the sense of the tiger following them: a deadly presence creeping just out of range. Not hunting them, but something else.

Ryu walked deep into the forest, until even the light of the moon was blotted out, reduced to dim blotches rippling through the canopy above. A human would be blind in the gloom, but Ryu could still make out the trees around him in stark grey.

There was a snarl behind him. Ryu spun, heart hammering in his chest. The tiger monster loomed out of the darkness, teeth peeled back in a grating snarl, the fur all across his shoulders and head stiff and sticking out, like a cat arching its back. A terrifying, threatening monster, to be sure, but there was just...

"Rei?" Ryu said, voice barely a whisper, and the beast lurched back like it'd been struck. "Is that you, Rei?" Ryu took a faltering step forward, flinching as the beast snarled again and raised its razor-sharp claws. "It's me. Ryu."

The beasts's snarl caught in its chest, buzzing low and hostile, and slowly Ryu took another step forward, and then another, until he was well within the range of the beast's claws. Ryu reached out, keeping his hands where the beast could see them, and slowly moved towards it. Him. The beast's snarl spiked into a yowl when Ryu touched his forearms, flinching back after only a fleeting touch of his silky soft fur, and Ryu waited a moment before steping forward again, stroking along the beast's lower arm. The tiger-monster was enormous, half again as tall as Ryu -- nearly as tall as Garr -- and his body rippled with muscle, so huge and blocky even his sleek fur didn't hide the deep cuts in his musculature: huge, swollen muscles across his upper body, gold fur fading to pure white across his chest and underbelly, feet swept back into massive animal paws, with a tight core that was wound taut like a spring, ready to pounce.

The tiger flinched under Ryu's touch, trembling like a leaf. Terrified, for all the frenzy in his eyes. Ryu took another step forward, stepping between his raised arms, like he was waiting for the beast to grab him into a hug. His eyes tracked Ryu's every movement, focusing on his fingers, and so Ryu reached up, stroking across his squat muzzle, stroking over his fuzzy cheeks. The snarl buzzing in his chest changed, catching for a moment to sound something like a purr, before the tiger jerked back, back pressing against a treetrunk like he was cornered.

"Is that you, Rei?" Ryu said, voice soft and quiet but cutting effortlessly through the tiger's snarl. He flinched again, frenzy in his eyes, and he all but cowered, coiling himself into a ball: knees spread around his chest, arms wrapped around his ankles, eyes gleaming out over the shaggy fur across his lower arms. "Please, let me..." Ryu started, trailing off. He stroked the tiger-monster's fur, stroking the silky fur as the beast's snarl faded, sound catching in its throat as it made abortive purrs.

Ryu fell to his knees, stroking across the tiger-monster's knuckles, feeling the bone and sinews drawn taut. "Please, let me in," he said, fingertips gently stroking up to his elbows, following the grain of his fur to stroke zigzagging lines across the giant, bulky muscles of his arms.

They were both shocked when the tiger let him: arms unclasping, revealing his broad, muscular chest, the muscular bulk of his neck and back, the lean lines of muscle down his chest. And, what Ryu hadn't expected -- his swollen sheath, a pink cocktip just-barely peeking out. Ryu flushed, head bobbing down as he averted his gaze. He'd seen the tiger-monster's balls in their fight, but it was hardly his focus. Now, though, with the burning heat of the tiger's body billowing against him, fending off the chill of the night, and the sight of his enormous balls drawn up tight against his bulky sheath-- Ryu flushed, letting his fingers stroke across the tiger's inner arm.

"Can I--" he started, and flushed deeper. "Do you want me to...?" he said, voice trailing off. He's just been a kid when Rei had taken him in, and he was dimly aware of some hazy, proto-sexual crush: his mind fixating on Rei's lean muscles, his happy smile, his handsome face, the flashes of bare skin he saw when Rei's shirt rucked up; all without really knowing what that meant. Waking up some mornings after hazy dreams of fur and skin and heat with his dick stiff and not knowing what it meant. He really, really wanted to. Especially if this tiger was actually Rei. But now, dizzy with arousal, needy and flushed, even-- even if it was just some wild beast, some monstrous tiger-monster that just reminded him of Rei--

The tiger's gaze followed his fingers unceasingly as he reached out, skimming them across his chest and down his blocky abs. The heat intensified, radiating more and more strongly off the beast's core, until Ryu's fingers made contact with the beast's sheath. He let out a soft groan; the beast let out a fresh snarl, tongue panting. Ryu swallowed heavily, feeling out the enormous bloated heft of the tiger's nuts: each one as big as both his fists, his sac drawn up tight beneath his mounded sheath. Ryu's fingers skimmed along the beast's swollen balls, feeling the bulky, finger-thick cords looped around their sides, and he followed them up, leaning into the beast's body to feel along the backside of his sac, fingers probing along his sac until it met the junction of his thighs, cords vanishing inside him.

It was only then Ryu realized he'd sagged forward against the beast's body, kneeling on the ground before it as he'd felt across its titanic balls. Its cock throbbed, sluggishly pushing free from its sheath, and this close Ryu could hear the sound of it unsheathing: a wet rasp as the beast's thick barbs plucked across the inner rim of its sheath, a tiny scraping sound of skin-on-skin sounding each time a barb pushed free. His cock was... enormous didn't start to cover it. It was conical, without any real cockhead, just a smoothly-tapering shaft that rounded out to a nub at the very tip. But even that nub was as broad as a fist, and it smoothly swelled fatter and fatter, bulking out to the size of Ryu's thighs and then beyond. Its entire length was ringed with barbs in a sleek spiral, like a sunflower's seedpod, and the barbs started as nubby barbs the size of a fingernail and grew bigger the further down his shaft they were, until near the base -- the base of what had been unsheathed so far, at least -- they were huge, fleshy spines as big as Ryu's own cock. The titanic root of the beast's cock was a match for one of its own thighs: an enormous broad swell of flushed pink muscle, nearly as broad as Ryu's entire chest. It throbbed as it unsheathed, flesh rippling under the surface, weakly gleaming in the dim light.

Dizzily, Ryu realized he'd been stroking the beast's sheath this entire time: his hands had slid up over its balls and were cupped around its sheath, playing with the short, stiff fur along the straining flesh. His face was an inch from the tip, his breath playing through the forest of barbs across its cocktip. A glossy bead of pre oozed from its cocktip, catching across its barbs as an enormous glistening pearl for a half-second before it shattered and spilled down the side of its shaft, and Ryu leaned in the fractional distance and caught the stream in his mouth, tongue lapping across the side of the beast's shaft. It snarled, voice catching on itself to ratchet up into a yowl, and Ryu just moaned, eyes fluttering shut as he lapped across the beast's cock, tongue dragging against the raw, sandpapery flesh as the acrid taste of the tiger-monster's pre burst across his tongue, musky and potent with a bitter aftertaste.

Ryu suckled across the beast's cocktip, dimly aware of the beast shifting around him: its knees pressing into the ground, its clawed hands curling across his shoulders. The heat of its body, the sheer power coiled up inside it, just made him more needy, more desperate. He drooled across his fingers, smearing them with spit and bitter pre, and pressed them against the beast's shaft was a wet squelch, letting his fingers tangle through its barbs. Its shaft was so broad he could only cup his hands around it, fingers nowhere near touching. He rubbed his hands up its shaft, moaning when the entire thing rippled and spat in his mouth, flooding over his tongue with its acrid essence. He groaned, the sloppy sound of his mouth and hands stroking over the beast's shaft echoing in the night. He dragged his lips across its barbed length, sandpapery flesh dragging against his mouth and rubbing them raw as he caught another burble of pre in his mouth, the fluid coating his flesh and then overflowing, spilling over his lips in a syrupy flow.

Ryu eagerly suckled on the tiger-beast's cock, groaning and whimpering, dizzily aware of his own cock stiff and hard in his pants. He peeled a hand off the beast's cock, fingers coming away webbed in glistening strands of slime, and shakily stripped off his belt, snapping the laces of his pants as he forcefully hauled them down, letting his own cock bob out between his thighs and smear up the underside of the beast's cock. Its huge clawed hands dug into his shoulders, claws pricking through the flesh of his back effortlessly, and the danger flooded his body with heat, his own cock throbbing and dripping as he rutted it against the beast's, letting his shaft drag against the enormous, cock-sized spines ringing the root.

Ryu whimpered and sobbed, slurping and drooling as the beast rocked forward, grinding its monstrous cock against his mouth, flooding it to overflowing with each single spurt of pre. Ooze spilled down Ryu's chest, smearing against the beast's silky fur and matting it down into sodden hanks, and it was with an abrupt shove -- a huge paw pressed against the back of Ryu's head -- that the beast came with a shrieking yowl, cock thundering hard against Ryu's front as it erupted in a fountaining stream of cum, watery and even more bitter, slimy and heavy as it burst down his throat and overflowed his mouth, splattering all across his body. The beast pinned him down, knees bracketing his waist as it held him in place, rutting its cock against his entire body as it shot off in his face, entirely drenching him in a slimy, runny layer of its acrid tiger-monster cum. Ryu groaned, gurgling and gasping between shots as he struggled to swallow mouthfuls of cum. His cock bashed up against the underside of the beast's flexing spines, and then abruptly Ryu was cumming too, his own heavy load utterly lost in the eruption of the beast's. Excess pooled beneath them, forming a slimy puddle of sludge -- shredded grass and muddy dirt and gush after gush of watery cum, until Ryu's entire body, front and back, was thickly glazed in a glistening coating of monster cum.

Ryu collapsed against the beast's front long before it was done shooting. He kept stroking its shaft, fingers plucking at its barbs as he let it drench him with his load, gush after gush of cum with no sign of stopping. He pinned the beast's cock between his thighs, riding it like a horse as he rutted his entire body against its monstrous size, the only thought in his mind to satiate the beast, to let it use him until it was satisfied.

He was dimly aware of the beast scooping him up, cradling him in a cocoon of cum-sodden fur, its still-hard and still-leaking cock oozing across his chest. It jostled him down again -- somewhere else, deeper in the forest -- and pressed itself against him. Mounting him, his dazed mind provided: body pinned between its thighs, his pants sliced off him with its giant claws. Its sandpaper tongue dragged against his cum-sodden balls, licking back across his ass, digging in between his cheeks, and it wasn't until it folded him backwards, its still-hard and oozing cock slotting between his thighs, tip digging against his asshole, that he realized the beast was already eager for a second round.

[(Anonymous)]

Wolf link is captured by boar ganendorf is dumped in the mukoblins breeding deen, gangbang, greasy dicked monsters, cuminflation, corruption, mindbreak

[xax]

i decided to make this a pseudo-sequel to that dark world story i wrote, so ganon here is in maybe a slightly different narrative position than you were expecting :V

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Ganon stopped and pointed when he topped the next hill, and Link had to scramble up and then jump to see over the long grass. This was one situation where the wolf body wasn't doing him many favors.

They were in the grassland that covered the northeastern expanses of the dark world, with nothing but long, rolling hills to walk over for leagues and leagues, only occassionally broken up by a copse or boulder pile. Here, though-- the next hill had a score cut into it, revealing rich red-purple soil, and dug into the exposed hillside was a dark cave entrance with smoke idly drifting out of it, dispersing in the mild breeze before it made too much of a signal. Interesting.

"Could be something worth fighting," Ganon said. The man was driven half by his lust for battle and half by just plain lust, and recently no matter how many times Link knotted him he was getting antsy without any monsters to fight. Link would've told him if he wanted to fight monsters, then the grasslands were not a good way to go.

Ganon strode down the hill, cloak swept back to let him keep a hand on the hilt of his blade, but before he made it more than a dozen paces his steps slowed and he scowled, staring down. Link had to jump again to get a glimpse of the cave to see what had changed. It looked like they'd been spotted just as quick as they'd spotted the cave: a troupe of moblins poured out of the cave, spears at the ready. Ganon snorted. "Not anything worth fighting after all," he scowled, angrily sheathing the few inches of his blade he'd withdrawn. And then he gaze sharpened again -- Link jumped, again, following Ganon's gaze. There was another moblin running towards them: this one bare-ass naked instead of wearing the shaggy loinclothes the others wore, and his cock was a long unsheathed spar of purple-red flesh. Link snorted, rolling his eyes back along his body. If Ganon was so bored of his dick he was interested in moblins, well-- well, Link could hardly object; he'd been fucked by more than a few in his time, and he never had reason to object to their long, twisted cocks. Fucking them would be more interesting than fighting them. The only real issue would be convincing _them_ of that fact.

As it turned out, he didn't need to be worried. Ganon strode down like a conquering king, and when one of the moblins squawked and stabbed its spear at him he caught it by the haft and twisted it in half, and did that again until they stopped trying to stab him. Then he lunged into the horde of moblins, bowling one over, and by the time they realized what was going on Ganon had one of their dicks down his throat. Link was a little impressed.

These moblins were a motley crew, with maybe one set of chainmail spread between them, and the rest of their gear was simple cloth: ragged loinclothes, knotted cloth bracers, and simple wrapped bandages covering some of their hooves and haunches, or bound across their stomachs. There was, of course, the one that was totally naked, and unless Link had lost track that was the one Ganon was eagerly deepthroating: blue-skinned, with curving tusks bracketing his long snout, and an asymmetrical set of chipped ram's horns curling from his skull. He'd gotten over his surprise from Ganon's tackling him and now had his head in his hands, eagerly snorting and huffing as he facefucked Ganon with his long, slimy cock.

They'd caught them in the middle of a rut, Link thought. The air around them was rank, heavy with the scent of sex, and their hides were streaked with half-dried smears of tacky slime. The reek of sex got to him, as he shambled closer to where Ganon was sprawled out on the trampled grass, and his cock shuddered in his sheath before it spilled out into the open, a bulky spire fatter than a moblin dick but, admittedly, not as long.

The moblins hooted and snorted, talking amongst themselves, and one of them hooted, pulling aside its loincloth to tug on its heavy sheath, the tip of its pointed, twisted cock already peeking free. Well, if they were gonna stop here, he might as well, Link considered, and lunged. The moblin yelped, raising its hands to protect itself, squawking and gibbering as Link bowled it backwards, sprawled to the ground as Link pinned his forepaws over its shoulders and lined himself up, letting out a growling groan as he sunk himself down onto the moblin's dick.

After that, it didn't take long for both of them to be at the center of a moblin gangbang. He lost sight of Ganon, muzzle open and panting as he slobbered across two slimy moblin dicks, but the last he saw Ganon was laid on his side, a half-dozen moblins clustered around his ass, slopping their cocks between his thighs as their vyed to be the ones to fuck his ass, with three shoving their cocks in his face, while others tried to find any part of his body to rut against: his hands pumping two cocks, cocks grinding against his elbows and armpits, fucking along his muscular neck and over his hips. Link was spired on two: one the moblin pinned beneath him, his cock stiff and sharp unsheathed into his ass, another moblin mounting him from behind, shoving its cock into him alongside the other. Moblin cocks were like that of a boar: long and twisted, with a spiralled groove along their shafts, and when they came their whole dick twisted itself tighter, forming a fatter, shorter spiral. After taking Ganon's fist more than a few times in their few weeks of travelling together, two moblin dicks was nothing. Link crooned against the cocks shoved into his open muzzle, fucking himself back on the cocks inside him, groaning as they smeared against each other, digging into the walls of his ass and drenching him with greasy, slimy moblin pre.

One of the moblins watching blew before any of the ones actually fucking him. The anticipation was too much for it, he guessed. Heavy, ropy strings of clotted moblin cum splattered across his flank, piling over each other as the moblin grunted and groaned until the mess drooling heavily into his fur, matting it to his body in heavy hanks. Another moblin blew, adding its load to the mess, and it was only after that that one of the ones fucking his face hooted and groaned, cock dragging across his drooly tongue, and sprayed its load all across his muzzle. Moblins came a lot, thick heavy bursts of silty, gummy cum, and after the initial dozen squirts they drooled out a think, grimy paste, splattering down onto Link's tongue in sour globs, that hardened into a waxy lump. A cum-plug, for sealing their load inside. Not so useful inside of Link's drooling, panting mouth. The second moblin came, hosing down his mouth, cum-plug smearing in hardening layers across his lips and crusting on his teeth, and by the time they both pulled their softening cocks from Link's muzzle his face was a mess of crusted cum: fur matted down to his skin, fat globs of hardened cum glued to his chin, stuck there in dangling cords that rapidly hardened into stiff spikes.

The mobins fucking his ass had better luck: they came at the same time, spiralling cocks tangled half-together, and their conjoined flood of rank monster cum hosed down Link's ass, hardly filling him up but mostly stuck inside him, glued in place by a sluggishly-leaking mound of waxy cum splattered across his asshole, half-gluing his tail to his ass.

After that the moblins hauled him and Ganon back to their cave, the both of them dazed and flushed, cocks hard and leaking as their bodies were basted in fresh layers of pig cum: coating Ganon in thick layers of sludge, soaking Link's fur to his skin in crusted layers.

Inside the cave was hazy, lit by flickering torches dripping animal fat into urns beneath. All the moblins that ran out to get them were just the dregs of the squad, it looked like, because waiting inside the cave were the _big_ moblins: twice again as big, with fat bellies and giant tusks. Chains of heavy golden jewelery dangled around their necks and spilled over their bellies, and their hands and feet were trickly decorated with golden rings and sparkling jewels. Some of them had pierced nipples or ears weighed down with golden studs; most had rows of studs pierced through their cocks or studded on their sheaths.

They also had other moblins attending to their cocks: huge boar-like things, inner thighs and sheath coated in thick coarse hair, like a boar's bristles, and their enormous cocks were covered in bubbly mounds, studding the length of their twisted cocks. There were around a half-dozen of them, laid out on lavish cushions, with smaller moblins sloppily kissing around their drooling dicks, leaving their whole bodies drenched and dripping in cocoons of half-hardened cum slop.

Ganon had a lot of fight left in him: he roared, throwing off the moblins half-carrying him, and lunged at the nearest fat moblin, immediately impaling himself on its enormous cock. He groaned, abs rippling as he sunk down, body nestled between its huge balls and huger belly.

Link opened wide, drooling from his cum-crusted muzzle as two of them hauled themselves to their hooves: balls so huge and heavy they dragged across the ground as they approached him, their matching cocks so long they'd meet inside him if they spitroast him. And they did spitroast him: one hauling its huge belly up to drape it across his back as it shoved its cock into his cum-glazed hole, cock easily bashing the cum-plug inside him aside as it sunk sheath-deep into him with a bellowing hoot. The other smacked its cock across his muzzle, rubbing him down with its slimy cock until he was dripping with moblin slime, panting and huffing through a haze of its rank, stinking pre. Link opened wide, tongue lolling from his mouth, and the moblin speared him deep, shoving its cock past the back of his throat, grubby hands hauling his head down deeper on its cock, until his black wolf lips kissed the coarse bristles of its bloated sheath. The two fat moblins grunted and squealed, fucking their cocks inside him, rearranging his guts and stabbing straight down his throat until it was gushing sloppy pre straight into his stomach. Link gurgled, wetly snarling around the bloated boar dick filling him up. He fucked himself on the cocks, tail smacking against the moblin's belly behind him, his own cock squirting out pre onto the tamped ground beneath him. They were surrounded by the rest of the moblins, fucking their cocks through his cum-matted coat, smearing it down with layer after layer of crusted cum, glued in place with tarry cum-plugs, until Link was stiff with it, fur crackling and splaying out in coarse tufts any time he moved.

The fat moblins roared, cocks twisting hard inside him, lurching his guts into corkscrews as they twisted up, and then there was just the steady pulse of them unloading, spurt after spurt of cum hosing down his stomach, flooding his guts. They came for minutes, shallowly rutting their slimy sheaths against his ass or into his splayed-open muzzle, pumping him full of cum until his belly was swollen and heavy, bloated down to dig against his still-hard dick. Their cum-plugs, when they finally finished and started oozing out their heavy, tarry loads, gummed up his stomach, making the entire sloshing reservoir of cum thick and silty, half-congealed inside him; the one in is ass dammed him up tight, keeping the moblin's entire load stuck inside him. Ready for the next giant moblin to take its place.

Link looked over at Ganon: dazed and flushed, body pinned between two giant moblins, head squeezed in one of their huge hands as they sawed back and forth, asshole a slack purple gape that they kept plugged with their twin cocks. He looked pregnant, belly swollen and sagging, cum sloshing inside him -- and there were still two more giant moblins behind them, idly stroking themselves off -- hands slathered and dripping with their syrupy cum -- as they waited for their turn with either one of them.

"Shouldn't stay here long," Ganon groaned between thrusts, fucking himself down onto the twin cocks impaling him. His own cock flopped between his thighs, half-hard and glazed with pre. The cocks inside him throbbed, spewing another thick mess of grimy moblin cum in his already-flooded hole, letting the excess cum-plug squirt out of his broken ass and drool down his slime-encrusted thighs, hardening into gummy, waxy layers. "Maybe just for another few weeks."

Link groaned, his guts bloated and swollen, cum gurgling inside him as another moblin lined up in front of him, feeling across the waxy ridges of congealed cum gumming up his fangs before he shoved his cock into his open and drooling muzzle. Yeah, another few weeks sounded fine. Maybe more if he could get one of the big moblins to fist him open so the rest of the squad could fill him up again. Maybe he'd wait until he could fit two cocks in his ass, same as Ganon; wouldn't do for the man to outdo him.

[(Anonymous)]

In the monster hunter universe, a new hunter is giving his first Palamute to train/rise, but he find out his Palamute is bigger then most of them and really dominate, more way them one, and the Palamute train him instead.
Fetish - musk(sheath, balls) sheath worship, all the way through(cum and if you can dick) hyper(sheath, cock, balls).

[(Anonymous)]

I love that idea

[(Anonymous)]

Eddie Brock / Venom / Peter Parker

venom's obsession with Peter mixes with Eddie being pent up and things get monsterfuckery

breath of fire 3some follow-up

[(Anonymous)]

got here from that ryu/garr/rei fic, great writing, and damn do i want to see that threesome where they both fuck ryu at the same time. especially if rei is in full weretiger mode. he's seen it's possible. if ryu can take garr's cock, he can take rei's weretiger one. maybe this is the first time they tried and garr was just around for safety at first, at rei's insistence even no matter how much they still don't get along.

but listen, the only thing hotter for ryu being used as a cocksleeve for a huge weird bestial dick is him being used as a cocksleeve for two huge weird bestial dicks. at the same time. pinned between their broad firm muscular bodies as they aggressively make out, dicks frotting their unique features against each other, sharp fleshy barbs and blunt leathery bumps grinding into the stretched walls of ryu's hole as it strained in an impossible gape and ryu urges them to give in and be rougher, to use him, not to stop even if he passes out because he can take it, dammit.

it's for friendship. they're really getting along.

[(Anonymous)]

Dragons: Race to the Edge post show(base didnt get destroyed). Hiccup and toothless return for some R and R however Toothless goes into a rut and through magic and a long night of mating hiccup is pregnant

fetishes: size play, magic, breath play, musk play and gaping anything you wanna throw in to!

[(Anonymous)]

A sequel to your story human experiment, the mind flayer was just attacked by adventures and won but they leave behind there twink of a male cleric so he plays a game , that night at an inn after finishing up getting his duck filthy with his mutated cum from fucking the village oh who followed him in the last story he offers the cleric ashten a deal if he can walk out without worshiping his dick he can go but if he dosent he’s minds going to erased to make himself a new slut, then he proceeds to flux the clerics mind with pure lust and the cleric gives in, musk, oral, anal, domination, mindbreak.

[(Anonymous)]

Bunnymund and Jack frost from Rise of the Guardians post show Jack is hanging out withh bunnymund only to begin asking about pooka traditions and when bunny tells him a pooka marrying tradition he does it on the spot and bunnymund takes his new "wife" and begins the honey moon right their fetishe's breath play, gaping, beastial cock (something interesting and monsterous for bunny xD) choclate, and m-preg

[(Anonymous)]

What about something from Pokemon? I'd love to see Lance getting triple-teamed by his Dragonites.

[(Anonymous)]

Obviously giant dragon cocks, and I'd love to see double penetration and spitroasting (maybe at the same time), plus cum inflation. Maybe also shock play in the form of electric-type attacks? And possibly Lance's other team members (Gyarados and Charizard) could also get in on the action?

[(Anonymous)]

Ok I dont usually post on these kinds of things but I have a few ideas, first of all huge fan of all cum inflation, stomach bulge, huge cock, animal cock, mind break/ cock slut stuff, as for settings I'm not really great at that but as for a few pairings.

Estinan and any of the dragons from ff14, shaggy/fred and scooby doo, hulk and the huge wolf from ragnarok, jace/garruk from mtg either together or with some bestial monster from the game, Warwick or udyr from league of legends on any other male character.

I think that's all for now but I might have more after some thought, I hope this kind of idea dump is ok.

[(Anonymous)]

Wait wait 1 more, rimuru tempest and his giant wolf ranga from that time I reincarnated as a slime, ok that should be it for tonight at least.

[(Anonymous)]

Is Danny Phantom a fandom you're interested in? What about Danny/Wulf/Cujo? Danny's always been really into the idea of knotting and dogfucking, but he felt bad about actual bestiality. Now that he's got intelligent dog-shaped friends, he absolutely wants to take advantage of it— especially since he's got a body that can stretch to accommodate everything they give him, and they've got bodies that can grow to give him more and more. Musk, cum inflation, hyper cocks, spitroasting and/or double penetration?

[(Anonymous)]

mass effect, sheperd get captured by a rakhni queen ant turned into a breeder, anal, mind control, eggs, and what ever else you think would fit

[(Anonymous)]

Dark souls: Try a series of snapshots of the knight getting fucked over worse and worse, perhaps starting with some choking on ghoul dick, then fucked by werewolves and then with a big scene with some sort of tentacle spider ovipositor monster. Maybe with a final scene by the campfire and something is lurking in the darkness. Anal, gaping, liking but not liking it, tentacles and eggs, and anything else you want to add.

[xax]

this isn't a perfect match to your prompt but there's actually a very specific bit of dark souls 2 that i've idly considered writing something about so i decided to just knock this out

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Things started going bad the instant Ivan entered the Shaded Woods. Swarms of deformed hollows fell from the treetops, slumping off of walls and pulling themselves to their feet with an unnatural gait. Their bodies were hunched and twisted, muscles sometimes swollen and enormous, or pallid and withered, all depending on the whims of whatever monster had reshaped them, but all of them, every single one, sported an immense, leathery mound of flesh between their legs: sagging so low it scraped across the ground, and so stiff and leathery that it piled out in front of them, leading the way for their shambling steps. Anatomically, it was whatever had once been their balls; their dicks were a rubbery mound affixed above the heap, soft and pulpy, and the flesh of their sacs was splayed out into some obscene mockery, shuddering and churning as unknown structures shifted within.

Ivan had fought more loathsome, detestable things, but still these things took him aback. They swarmed him, hands clawing at his sides, grabbing and tearing his armor, and he managed to knock them back, cutting one open to let its dessicated guts spill out -- and the creature, as hollow as everything else, paid it no mind, just shambling and snarling as it swung at him uncaring.

Unlike so many hollows, these beasts weren't frenzied, thinking only on murder, of choking the paltry life from his lungs. They had other drives. They tore at his armor, shredding its straps until the leather sagged and parted. They pinned him down with the sheer mass of their bodies: bloated balls dragging across his chest, his face, as they knocked the sword from his hand and pinned him to the ground. Claws tore at his ass, shredding his armor and the padding beneath it, until one of the beasts clutched his bare ass, its undead claw feverishly hot with some infernal heat.

Ivan bellowed, twisting his body to the side to try to throw them off -- his hand broke free from their grasp and uselessly flailed about, smacking one in the side, in the bloated balls, before it was caught and pinned again. The attempt only alerted the beasts that his mouth was another hole.

Their cocks were vestigial, soft fat worm-things that pulsed and shuddered by some foreign, inhuman mechanism, and two of the beasts kneeled before him, bracketing him between their bodies. A soft, heavy cock dug into his ass, tip already leaking something thick and slimy, and as Ivan howled another beast wedged his mouth open with its fingers, providing it with a wet, open hole for it to flop its cock into. Ivan spat and twisted, drool spilling down his face, unable to do anything aside from stir the cock around inside his mouth.

Structure shifted within the beast's bloated sacs, something heavy and solid pushing up, and the two beasts fucking him let out snarling, sobbing sounds that could only be compared to moans. Something burst inside him, the cock in his ass stretching, slipping, before the heavy round swell burst past his asshole and sprayed into his ass. Some dense, pulsing egg. The cock in his mouth oozed rancid slime, sour and reeking, and Ivan gagged and choked, coughing up mouthfuls of thick slime that splattered all across the beast's immense, drooping ballsac. The beasts were hardly animate, bodies only moving to find new hosts for whatever nightmarish infection grew within them, and as Ivan bellowed and struggled, voice wet and gurgling, the cock in his mouth spat and swelled, punching out an immense, spherical egg that lodged in his throat. Suffocating would be a release, a way for his body to lose itself before he awoke anew, but his raw animal desire to live couldn't be convinced of that: he gagged and swallowed, choking as he tried to either spit out to gulp down the egg. More eggs popped into his mouth, bulging his cheeks as the beast atop him rutted its hips in a grotesque parody of sex, and so there was only one way for the eggs to go: slurping down his abused throat, one after the other, and settling in his stomach with a sick weight. Eggs gushed into his ass in slimy squirts, filling him fast and easy compared to the wet spasms of his choking throat. Heat flooded his body, eggs warm and pulsing, squirming deeper inside him, and it was with a dizzy shame that Ivan realized he was hard: cock flushed and heavy, digging into the front of his ruined armor, as the beasts bred him full of eggs.

The beasts above him rutted and crooned, snarling as they pumped him full of eggs from both ends. Eventually they grew frenzied, and the two fucking him were bodily hauled away and replaced with new beasts: new beasts with freshly-straining sacs, hooting and groaning as they shoved their soft, wormlike dicks into his fucked-open holes and bred him with a second clutch. His belly churned, gurgling loudly. The eggs inside him got packed tight together as the beasts bred him one after the other, until his gut was stretched beyond pregnancy: an immense wobbling mound of taut flesh, slowly seaming apart into ragged stretch marks. Flushed, filled with the disturbing heat of hundreds of eggs, Ivan let out a sloppy sob as he came, cock erupting untouched as egg after egg was pumped into his wrecked mouth and ass.

He passed out, half-anticipating awakening again at some bonfire, only to hazily claw his way back to consciousness some unknown time later: body aching and heavy, sprawled out on the damp ground of the shaded woods, left where he lay after the horde of infested monsters had had their way with him. Ivan let out a choked sob, throat half-clogged with thick slime, feeling over the burning heat of his enormous belly, and then lower, at his stubbornly-hard cock. He jerked himself off swiftly, head turned aside to not look, and he came after only a few strokes, spurting fresh cum across the underside of his pregnant belly.

He shambled to his feet, stiff limbs making his motions almost as jerky as the beasts that had bred him. His armor was in tatters, shredded across the clearing, and what was left on him was half glued in place by the layers of sludge that'd been smeared across his face and thighs. Ivan staggered across the churned-up grass and leaned heavily against a tree, flushed and panting just from that much movement. His cock throbbed against his underbelly, digging into his soft, sloshing belly, unable to go down even after he'd cum.

Flushed, body aching, Ivan shambled deeper into the forest, only dimly aware of where his feet were taking him. He stumbled over rocks, lurching and shambling, stumbling into the fog, and when he heard movement beside him he started and tripped over his own feet, collapsing down to his knees as a huge dark shape loomed out of the fog: a giant lion-man, body covered in rippling fur. His hair was bound back into an immense mane of thick black dreadlocks, corded with golden jewelery, and his body was festooned with ropes, jangling across his giant muscular arms and hanging in arcs from the ragged skirt wrapped around his waist, barely covering his thighs.

The lion-man had a giant double-headed axe clutched in one hand, and fleetingly Ivan wanted him to kill him... but vying with that was a heady flushed need, embers of desire sparking into a billowing heat that rippled out from his core. The lion-man's skirt rode up his thighs, revealing his bulging muscles, and dizzily he could see the man's balls: huge and bulky, drawn up tight between his thighs but still huge enough to sag down in a bulky, head-sized pouch. Glimpses of his swaying balls flashed beneath his skirt as the lion-man approached, and Ivan found himself keening, weakly moaning as he collapsed forwards on all fours, mouth open. Rancid slime still clung to his mouth, forming clotted smears over his lips, and he had a burning need to drown out that taste with the lion-man's virile seed.

The lion-man snarled down at him, voice booming as he spoke out some words in an unknown language. Ivan only looked on, dazed, and the lion-man let out a roaring laugh and spat, splattering his face with a glob of spit. He kicked Ivan to the side, kneeling behind him, and laughed again when his clawed hand found Ivan's used ass: gaped and slimy, streaked with clotted slime all down the backs of his thighs. His fist punched inside him, hardly without effort, and Ivan howled, sobbing as he bucked back into the lion-man's grip, fucking himself down on his huge, muscular forearm. The lion-man's fur burned, rough and coarse as it was soaked through with slime, rasping roughly across his worn and bruised insides, but neither he nor the lion-man seemed to care: Ivan just fucked himself down on the huge fist, moaning wantonly as his used guts gaped open easily, slurping and gurling as the huge monster-man punched open his guts.

Their sounds must've attracted attention; Ivan looked up with his tear-stained gaze to find another two lion-men standing before him, each one just as huge as the first. They were groping each others' dicks, staring down at him as the first lion-man ravaged his ass. Their cocks were immense: a pale pink in contrast to their dark fur, and they knifed up from their crotches, pushing the folds of their ragged skirts to the side as they arched up nearly to their pecs. Their paws caught on their shafts as they stroked each other, pawpads catching on the fat, fleshy barbs that coated their lengths, making each upward stroke audible with a wet sound like tearing fabric as their barbs dug deep into their palms. Ivan let out a needy whine and arched forward, crawling towards the twin cocks in front of him, only for the lion-man to bark out an angry word and bodily haul him backwards, impaling him deeper on his forearm. Ivan groaned, cock spitting out another watery load beneath him, and the lion-man behind him snarled and punched up into him, the huge meat of his forearm flexing as his elbow slopped in over his broken asshole.

The two lion-men said something to the first, talking over him like he wasn't there, and then one stepped forward, letting the other aim his cock down so it pointed straight at Ivan's flushed face. He opened wide, leaning in, and his needy groan was muffled into a wet gurgle when the lion-man stepped forward and curled one hand across the back of his head, feeding his cocktip into his mouth and then pulling him down, brutally sheathing the straining length of his dick down Ivan's throat. After being pumped full of eggs his throat was sloppy and open, yielding easy to the mammoth cock. He moaned, slurping wildly on the lion-man's cock, tongue lapping across his rasping barbs as he drank down his rich, meaty pre. Its acrid tang burnt away the sour murk of slime still clogging his throat, and Ivan sobbed wetly as he let the lion-man facefuck him: both hands cupped around his head, barbs tearing into his throat as he used his slack mouth as an open hole. Ivan's eyes rolled back in his skull, body spasming, and he came again, painting his belly with a-- third? fourth? fifth? load. No matter the number, his dick was still stubbornly stiff, body still soaked in heat.

The fist wrenched free of his guts, pulling with it a handful of eggs: luminous green and glowing as the lion-man tossed them across his back, letting them spill down his sides in gummy cords. Then he hammered inside, his own cock taut and straining as he sunk in to the root, slamming his hips down hard against Ivan's bruised ass. The lion-men spitroast him, the third stepping up to wrench the cock out of his throat, emerging gummy and slime-soaked, and replaced it with his own, slamming the full length of his barbed lion dick down his throat in a single thrust, grunting and groaning as Ivan gagged and coughed, throat burning as the two lion-men traded off, fucking his throat until he heaved and vomited up a tarry, sludgy mess of slime all across their cocks, webbing them together with cords of slime. The lion-men fed him their slime-drenched dicks, using his throat as a sloppy fuckhole, and Ivan found himself cumming all over himself, again and again, until his drooping belly was painted and dripping with his own stringy load.

The lions came inside him, roaring load as their cocks flexed hard, spraying forceful bursts of cum deep into his ravaged body, mixing with the sludge already filling him up until he overflowed: guts spasming as he squirted out a sloppy slurry of cum and eggs, squirting down the lion-man's immense shaft in gushing layers; eggs coming up his gagging throat and vomited out onto the grass beneath as cum and sludge drooled from his nose and mouth.

The three lion-men's cocks flagged slowly, still oozing cords of thick white cum from their pointed cocktips, and Ivan leaned in, hungrily lapping up globs of their meaty cum, gulping it down through his burning throat. They let him indulge for a moment, messily worshipping their cocks with his face a cum-glazed mess, before they hauled him up and dragged him with them yet-deeper into the forest. Ivan was in a daze, the lion-men's cum just adding to his burning heat. Cum squirted out of him with every step, thick and messy as ooze bubbled from his wrecked hole, oozing down his thighs, and he only dimly noticed anything around him: old buildings, ruined masonry. There was the screech of some vast beast and then he was shoved forward, toppling down to all fours, belly scraping the ground with enough force to make him vomit again, coughing up heavy mouthfuls of eggs and slime from his overfull body.

The lion-men had tossed him into some kind of pen, barricaded in with slabs of old wood, and pawing at the center of the pen was a gigantic basilisk: froglike head with its false eyes bulging, maw hanging open as it drooled cursed fog. And, still in his half-dazed frenzy, Ivan's gaze locked to its underbelly, staring as an immense lumpy cock unfurled between its haunches, flesh moss-green and oozing green-grey slime, clotted into lumps as it flexed and weakly spat out a bulging, heavy egg.

Ivan swallowed hard and crawled forward.

Jak and Sig

[(Anonymous)]

What about a sequel to Control Issues where Jak and Sig have been doing their weekly...clean outs for a while and after one of them Sig wants to try getting fucked.
I think Sig riding Dark Jak would be incredibly hot, and I don't know how the sex would work with his cock so stretched out but I imagine it would be incredibly painful, overestimating, and wonderful for Dark Jak.
As for kinks, I think stomach bulging and come inflation are pretty obvious.
It could be hot for regular Jak to eat out Sigs gape after he is completely spent too.

Re: Jak and Sig

[xax]

i think i will open this porn with an extensive foucault quote (from an interview with 'the advocate' in 1982)

M.F.: Well, I think what we want to speak about is precisely the innovations those practices imply. For instance, look at the S&M subculture [...] I don't think that this movement of sexual practices has anything to do with the disclosure or the uncovering of S&M tendencies deep within our unconscious, and so on. I think that S&M is much more than that; it's the real creation of new possibilities of pleasure, which people had no idea about previously. The idea that S&M is related to a deep violence, that S&M practice is a way of liberating this violence, this aggression, is stupid. We know very well what all those people are doing is not aggressive; they are inventing new possibilities of pleasure with strange parts of their body-through the eroticization of the body. I think it's a kind of creation, a creative enterprise, which has as one of its main features what I call the desexualization of pleasure. The idea that bodily pleasure should always come from sexual pleasure as the root of all our possible pleasure-I think that's something quite wrong. These practices are insisting that we can produce pleasure with very odd things, very strange parts of our bodies, in very unusual situations, and so on.

Q. So the conflation of pleasure and sex is being broken down.

M.F. That's it precisely. The possibility of using our bodies as a possible source of very numerous pleasures is something that is very important.

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There was nothing like having your hand wrist-deep inside another man's cock. Sig sure as hell didn't expect it to be a feeling he'd get used to, but life had a way of throwing the unexpected your way.

Jak -- currently pale and fanged -- snarled and drooled, clawed hands curled around Sig's bicep as he rooted around inside Jak's inflamed prostate. His pre was thick and silty, only just starting to form grainy dark eco crystals. This was for fun, not for any other reason. Sig jerked his cock with his free hand, groaning against Jak's chest as he stared down at his hand twisting around inside Jak's grotesquely-swollen cock. Jak's breathing was shallow and fast, pale skin sheened with sweat, and his fingers clenched and shuddered around Sig's arm every time one of his fingers crooked. Black cum frothed up across his wrist in oily clumps, and sludgy bubbles sluggishly gurgled to the surface, spilling down Jak's ooze-sheened shaft in glistening streaks. This wasn't really something they did until Jak came. Half the ooze drooling out of him was cum; the other half was plain old dark eco. Sig got over trying to count how many times Jak came from doing this the second time they tried it out; now they went until Jak collapsed.

Sig had to admit, Jak was... well, when he'd made his move he'd been expecting to get a wild young hotshot, half-crazy and feral. He'd gotten all that and way more. Jak jumped into everything half-cocked, unwilling to pull back until the last moment, and this was nothing different. Kid didn't know how to stop. Sig dragged his fingers across the inner walls of Jak's prostate, feeling the thick, rumpled flesh ripple against his touch. His prostate throbbed, beating like a second heart, but with his fingers shoved inside it the motion just stirred his pre around, churning it up into a bubbly froth. Jak's cock was bloated inhumanly: cocklips swollen up into huge slabs of rumpled flesh, cockhead bruised and enormous, shaft bulky and bottom-heavy, visibly lurching and shifting each time Sig curled his fingers. Sig bore down deeper, knuckles scraping across Jak's internal walls, and Jak's cock weakly spat up Sig's inner arm, cockhead splayed and squelching as he sunk an iota more of his hairy forearm into Jak's wrecked cock. His fingertip caught against a bloated swell of flesh, and he dug into it, groaning as it splayed open. He was getting familiar with Jak's anatomy: too low to be pushing into his bladder, and tight enough it had to be one of his ducts -- the right one, unless he'd really stretched him out. Once, he'd braced his fist inside Jak's prostate walls and then twisted hard, folding Jak's prostate over itself in stiff folds of warped flesh, and kept twisting until Jak'd pissed himself, squirting out all over Sig's front. Now he was going for something a little more gradual.

Tarry black tears dripped down Jak's cheeks as his cock lurched hard, pre and cum stewing around inside his prostate, too stretched-out with Sig's fist inside it to properly push anything out. Ooze just collected in sticky globs inside him, forming sludgy lines that tangled across Sig's fingers as he twisted them back and forth, working them deeper into Jak's internal passages.

Thick slime squirted around Sig's ring finger as he probed deeper, sloppily fucking out the distinction between the duct twisting up going to his balls and the duct twisting in going to his vesicles. They were both already gummed up, clogged with silty sludge that folded over itself in tarry lumps as Sig probed deeper, forming into gummy clumps that got ground into paste as he kept working his fist: fingers shoving into Jak's aching ducts, knuckles all pinned together inside Jak's bruised shaft, the swampy heat of his gaped prostate stirring around his curled, coarse dark hair across the back of his forearm rasping back and forth over Jak's bloated cocklips. Jak weakly sobbed against him, muscles across his chest and stomach heaving, tensing and relaxing, like he was about to throw up. Sig twisted his finger across Jak's canal, feeling his fingertip pop into a tight space, shoving a finger inside one of Jak's vesicles, and he fingerfucked the entrance even as sludge messily flowed both ways, backing up inside him and squirting out around his finger.

With his ring finger lodged in his right vesicle, Sig probed his index finger across the other wall of prostate, feeling for the matching nub on the other side. He found it, after a minute of scraping over Jak's raw inner flesh, feeling his prostate throb and clench against his stretching fingers. His index finger popped through, letting him spread his hand wider: palm grinding up against the hard knot of muscle spanning the upper surface of Jak's prostate, lifting the entire thing up and bearing it down against the cocoon of muscle shrouding it, keeping it lodged in place inside his body cavity. Splayed out like this, he had his hand splayed out like he was supporting Jak's ass on his hand, only now his hand was lodged six inches up, deep inside the mazy ductwork of his body. Still, unable to resist the impulse, Sig dug his fingers in and pulled, bodily wrenching Jak upward. Jak heaved, gagging on nothing, black drool spilling from his mouth as Sig's spread hand bore more and more of his weight, his rippling stomach bulging from the imprint of Sig's hand pressing up against his abs, until with a shaking sob Jak collapsed, slumping boneless against Sig's front and nearly carving a neat slice out of his chest with one of his huge talons. Sig eased him back, cock warping and gurgling as he peeled his hand free from its tight grip, fingers pulling free from his internal passages with muted pops that Sig felt more than heard.

Sig's hand pulled free cocooned in a web of thick black slime, and without the constant pressure inside him Jak's innards deflated like an overinflated toy: cock pissing out black slime in a heavy arch not from any internal muscles, but simply because his stretched, broken body was closing back up, sealing itself shut, and the thick masses of stewing sludge inside him had nowhere to go but to spurt out from the gaped, open passage of his cock. Sig used one hand to peel the worst of the sludge off the other hand, and then slid his fingers beneath, probing across the root of Jak's cock, fingers easily slipping into his ass to dig into his prostate from the outside this time, digging and stirring at the inflamed flesh to work out glossy spurts of sludge from Jak's unconscious body. His prostate was burning hot, heat easily felt even outside his body, by his fingers grazing over his swollen taint.

Sig moved Jak to the side, keeping him propped sitting up; he was less likely to actually throw up that way. Jak's cock was still jutting up from his crotch, burbling out bubbles of black ooze, dick not so much hard as so bruised it looked that way: flesh stiff and rubbery, foreskin swollen into a thick mound, shaft itself burning hot to the touch. His cocklips were permanently parted, bruised up into fat ridges, or at least they hadn't gone back down in between the few days of break they'd taken. Sig's hand always felt weird afterward, working against a phantom resistance of Jak's body: flexing his fingers moving smoothly, easily; being able to fan his fingers out without bearing down hard against Jak's inner workings. The fact where he was getting a pretty heavy dosage of dark eco each time was probably part of it too.

Jak lurched back to consciousness with a start, head still lolling as his arm spasmed out to catch himself from a perceived fall. He woozily slurred as he tried to speak, voice still rasping and snarling from the Dark Eco still surging through him. "Sig," he said, drawing the sound out into a noise that'd probably just sound like a snarl to anybody else. "I think I passed out again."

The thing with fainting because Sig got too rough with rearranging his internal organs was that Jak came back a little woozy and out of it. Generally he spent the first few minutes making observations like that, mind not really firing on all cylinders yet.

"Yeah," Sig said, rubbing Jak's back with his hand that wasn't slathered in eco sludge. "How you feel, kid?"

"Horny," Jak growled, and Sig let out a little laugh. Jak really, really never knew to stop.

"Oh yeah?"

Jak looked down to see if he still had his claws, then flopped a hand against Sig's side, cupping his waist. "Wanna fuck you."

Sig raised his eyebrows. Now that was unusual. Jak definitely liked to get wrecked more than he liked doing the wrecking, or-- Jak sure as hell liked to wreck all sorts of shit; Sig'd seen what he got up to in missions, but sexually he'd always wanted to get fucked into the mattress. He swung over Jak's legs, straddling him, and let his own half-hard cock drape against Jak's monster. "Now?" he said, eying up Jak's dick: bloated out fatter than a fist, wet and crackling with tarry black slime.

Jak just let out a groan, hips jolting up. He flexed his cock, exhale turning into a rasping groan from the effort of trying to move his utterly-wrecked sledgehammer-head of a dick, and a wet streamer of spat out between his enormous cocklips before it overflowed his broad cockhead and spilled down into the glistening slime sheening his cock.

Sig grinned down at him, thighs flexing as he rose up, letting Jak's blunt cocktip nose against his balls, slopping back to smear across his hairy ass. It'd been more than a while since he had a guy around to fuck him; his toys were getting a little overused. Jak's monster of a cock would be a real nice stretch, and hopefully a gutful of dark eco wouldn't be any worse than the slatherings he'd been taking all across his body every time they fucked. Sig bounced on Jak's cock, the bruised boulder of a cock slopping up against his asscrack before he pinned it between his cheeks, letting the gaped, drooling tip sloppily kiss his puckered asshole. Jak shuddered, letting out a weak snarl as Sig bore down, and -- yeah, with his cock so bruised and sore, Sig had little doubt this was just another way for Jak to wreck his cock. His cock throbbed against him, not the steady throb of a hard dick, but the raw, fiery heat of a fresh bruise, with his heartbeat thundering through his puffy flesh. Sig grinned down at Jak, expression wild, as he dug in, letting Jak's brutally-broad cock bash against his asshole and pry him open. Jak's shaft compressed, squeezed down around Sig's splayed ring, and the added pressure made his leaking pre spurt out sharper, gushing in sloppy runnels across Sig's guts. He roared, already feeling a little dazed and high from the dark eco soaking into his hand, and this was that but double, electric heat billowing through him, soaking in through the heated flesh of his ass.

"Oh, fuck!" Sig groaned, tossing his head back, as he fucked himself on Jak's slime-slathered cockhead. "Fuck, chili pepper, this is gonna be rough for both of us." Jak snarled eagerly in response, cock spurting hard, burbling out a thick, slimy wash of dark eco straight into Sig's guts. His black-eyed gaze focused on Sig's dick, half-hard and stiffening fast as he broke himself open around Jak's cock, and Jak raised one taloned, cum-slathered hand, curling his fingers around Sig's shaft and squeezing. Prickles spread across Sig's stomach; no matter how many times they fucked, Jak's talon-like claws never stopped being terrifying when they got close, and now coiled around his dick they were a constant buzz of fear, alloying with the needy heat in his guts into something molten and desperate.

Sig groaned, open-mouthed, as he sheathed himself down on Jak's cock, dimly aware of eco lightning bursting out across him, staining his dark skin eco-black as dark splotches spread everywhere the lightning terminated. There was a stinging heat across his brow as stark white horns burst from his skull, twisting up in ram-horn spirals, and his ass hungrily gulped around Jak's oozing cock, drinking up his tainted eco cum to fuel his transformation. Sig splayed a hand across Jak's chest, his own nails creaking as they stretched out into sharp points, and he rocked himself on Jak's cock, sloppily fucking himself as his entire body swelled, all his muscles bulging and rippling as they were infused with dark eco energy.

"Let's go, cherry-boy," he snarled, voice deep and guttural. "Let's see what you can do."

[(Anonymous)]

How about a big dicked Fox McCloud topping Wolf O’Donnell. Size difference, big knots, excessive cum, cum inflation, musk.

Idea Prompts

[(Anonymous)]

Hey, so I've got tons of ideas that you might like so hopefully you'll like some of them!

Greek Mythology: Hero's losing to their monster counterpart, ex Hercules losing and being bitched by the nemion lion, like the idea of the lion turning Hercules into a lion to bear its cubs

Digimon: Honestly love the idea of any Digimon/Digimon or Digimon/human, also if possible the human turning more into the Digimon each time ex Davis or Takato

Pitch black/Riddick series: Riddick the Furyan dominating a character from this series or other of your choice with Riddick's large animalistic cock or maybe giving a more monstrous form to use.

The Visual novel Far Beyond the World: Really any of these wolves would be hot to use and again I do like some forced transformation, maybe some blended element from magic the gathering to making it more interesting for you?

Naruto: Juugo/Naruto: With his oni form influencing naruto sage abilities to turn him into a foxy counterpart to him and for breeding a family.

For kink just do what you usually do mind break, knotting, cum stuffing, love it all!

Re: Idea Prompts

[(Anonymous)]

Also, are all of these one-shot ideas going to be moved to your other spots like AOC or sofurry?

[(Anonymous)]

-Deltarune Asgore or Any dragons you like from Spyro

Some extreme urethral play/prostate wrecking from the inside cause that's always a fun thing to see from you!

[(Anonymous)]

Teen Wolf

When Liam falls into the well he ends up getting affected by the pheromones of the slugs that live there.

Leading him to get his cock and sheath infested with slugs who decide to use Liam's sheath as their need breeding ground.

[xax]

Liam woke up thrashing in water. His entire body felt slow, sluggish, and memories came back in flashes: Garrett hitting him with his car, brandishing a knife slick and glistening with some oil -- Liam's hand went to his side, where there was a stinging wound, flesh around it purpling with wolfsbane poisoning. Not good.

There were worn stone bricks all around him, in a ring so tight he could barely stretch his hands; he was floating in chill water. Like he was in some kind of silo, or-- he looked up, at the tiny circle of light far above. Or in a well. Garrett must have tossed him down here to keep him trapped before-- who knew what he had planned. Liam had to get out of here. He scrabbled at the walls, full of rough stone bricks, but they were slick with age and algae, smeared with some kind of phosphorescent slime that shone brightly when he dislodged it. He was still woozy, head hazy, and he tried again: arms straining as he hauled himself up out of the water, body suddenly feeling a hundred times heavier as he tried supporting his entire weight.

Then he saw the first slug. It glowed the same luminous blue-green as the slime, squirming an inch from his hand as he grasped for a handhold, and he reflexively recoiled, lurching to the side and toppling off his loose perch, surging down the scant few feet he'd managed to climb and sending the wellwater crashing against the sides of the old well. More phosphorescent slime shone across the bricks, lit up by his churning motions, and with a lurch of disgust he saw some of the phosphorescent clumps were more slugs: coiled up, unfurling now as he sent the water swirling. Slugs churned in the cold water all around him, phantom touches of their soft, squishy bodies pressing against his sides, barely-felt pressure of them latching onto his pants, and Liam let out a disgusted yell and tried to scramble up the wall, water and slugs pouring off his body as he rose up out of the water, hands flailing, slugs squishing under his fingers as he tried to haul himself up the slug-encrusted walls.

Slugs, hundreds of them, oozed out of the walls near the water level, nearly blanketing the surface of the water with their pale glow, and Liam shuddered with disgust as they caught on his jeans as he hauled himself up past his waste, slime-slick hands only barely keeping him on the wall. He panted, aware his breath was coming out in clouds of fog in the chill well, and when he felt the slimy press of a slug squirming up his wrist he let out a yelp and flung his arm out, losing his balance again and crashing back into the slug-infested water with a howl that cut off in a gurgle as slimy, slug-filled water poured into his open mouth.

Liam surfaced, body coated in slugs, thick rafts of them spinning out slime across the now-frothy water's surface. He spat out slugs, panting hard and fast, thrashing in the water and churning it up into a bubbly, noticeably thickened with slime now. The slugs had stuck themselves to his body, coating the bruised wound on his side, clinging tight under his armpits, squirming up the legs of his pants. Liam sobbed, feeling slugs squirm up his legs under his jeans, and he kicked his sodden shoes off, desperately working his pants down his legs as he clung to the slime-coated wall.

He was fully wolfed out: claws scratching the brick, feet hairy and clawed, and, embarrassing in any other context, dick fully transformed too, sheath forming a big lumpy mound in his soaked boxer-briefs. Dizzyingly, with a pang of horror, he saw a soft glow shining through the fabric, and he shoved his underwear down his thighs with one hand, staring at the nightmarish sight revealed: sheath crawling with slugs, their fat squirming bodies lurching up his thighs and over his hips, swimming through the water towards the heat of his body now that there were no clothes in the way. He tried plucking them off, smacking slugs off his sheath, but he could already feel the wet, squelching squirm of them inside, smearing their glowing slime across the inner walls of his sheath.

Shamefully, his body responded: heat and pressure stroking along his dick, and with a shaking sob his wolf dick started to unsheath, sharp cocktip spilling out into the open unheeding of the chill water. Slugs stuck their bodies to his cock, each one a fat, slimy patch spread across his cock, more and more layering their bodies around his unsheathing shaft, until by the time his dick broke the surface of the water it was an immense pillar of churning slugs, his flesh entirely hidden beneath their glowing bodies. Liam let out a sobbing yell, body burning hot, cock so hard it hurt -- and then he felt the slugs spilling into his sheath, packing it tight with their bodies as they squirmed down inside him, following the root of his cock.

As if that wasn't enough, his cock shuddered and spat, its gush of pre immediately soaked up by the slug's bodies, just adding to the stringy slime they were oozing all over him. But the gush made the mass of slugs crawl towards his cockhead, seeking out the source of the hot liquid, and -- with a bellow from Liam -- a slug found his bulging cocklips, a round rubbery divot, and pushed its body against it, squeezing itself down as it pushed itself in slimy jolts into his cock.

Liam had to get out of here. He scrambled at the walls, slug-covered hands and feet finding almost no purchase, and he hauled himself up from the water, sending heaps of slugs cascading down his body. His cock bobbed out between his legs, a tower of writhing slugs that smacked against the rough walls, letting more slugs crawl out onto the mass, adding their slime and their weight. Another slug pushed its way into his cock, and Liam's eyes rolled back in his head, the internal stimulation making his cock flex and spurt. His pre was dammed up inside him, mixing together with the slug slime, and as Liam made move after move, slowly ascending up the well wall, the slugs bore down deeper, sliding in thicker and thicker mounds down his open cockhole, filling up his wolf dick with writhing slugs.

There was a shuddering pop as the first slug bottomed out, moving past the root of his cock to spill its body inside his prostate, and Liam hung tight to the wall as his body jerked and spasmed, dick flexing hard as he erupted in a dry orgasm: cock gurgling and squelching as the slugs hungrily absorbed his load into their slime mass. They bore down on his knot, pressure soft and squelching, and dizzily Liam kept cumming, cock flexing again and again, fruitlessly trying to expel the slugs questing deeper and deeper inside him. He could feel their bodies pushing through his internal passages: slugs following through his prostate to squirm directly into his bladder, slugs squirming lower, finding a split just past his prostate, and then another split after, forming fat swells beneath his abs as they wormed their way into who-knew-what anatomy. His internal passages squirmed and shuddered, stretched out by the fat, slimy bodies of dozens of slugs, hundreds more cocooning his cock and pushing their way down.

Liam howled, baying at the full moon of the light above, but he was still so far down, and the slugs had swarmed out of the walls, entirely coating the space beneath him with their bodies, painting the rock walls with their slimy ooze. The weight of hundreds of slugs all over him -- entirely covering his bare legs, squirming up his stomach, bodies flopping into his hair and trying to shove themselves in his ears or up his nose -- dragged him down, and Liam only barely avoided toppling down again, crashing back down into the frenzy of slugs beneath him.

Deep inside him, he could feel two passages bracing his hips clogged with slugs, still blindly squirming deeper, and with a dizzying shock of horror he felt the passages curve down, almost joining together -- forming the cords hooked to his balls. Slugs spilled down the bloated passageways, stinging as they stretched his internal flesh, and Liam just hung there panting, chest heaving, as he felt the slugs finally reach his balls, curling up inside them. His entire body lurched again, cock spasming in painful, overwhelming dry ejaculations as it tried to expel the slugs, and Liam sobbed and keened, slug-cocooned cock slapping wetly against the wall as his mind whited out with pleasure. He sobbed, mouth open and drooling, dimly aware of slugs crawling across his teeth and down his throat. His balls burned, sheath packed and overflowing with slugs, the tube of his urethra stretched out into a wide gape as dozens of slugs packed it tight, more and more infesting his body.

There was no way his body could've taken any of this if he hadn't been a wolf. And now, he could feel the itch of his wolf healing, remolding his body around the slugs inside him, reshaping his body so that the slugs didn't irritate his flesh. Remolding his dick to be a perfect habitat for the slugs. Liam howled again, mindlessly humping the wall as he crawled his way up, cock deforming into a lumpy, slug-infested mess, balls swelling up into bloated, warped balloons, dense and shuddering. His sheath squelched, swollen and heavy. It was the easiest target for the slugs: a slick opening into a heated pocket of flesh, and now it was swollen into a head-sized lump beneath his bloated knot, full of slugs in a frenzy, squirming and writhing against each other as they soaked in his sloppy sheathfluid.

Liam lost track of all time, snarling and sobbing, howling as the slugs bore deeper inside him, stretching out glands and passages he didn't know he had, until his lean stomach bloated out in lumpy furls, squelching and gurgling from the movement of slugs inside him. Ooze collected inside him, in thick soupy piles that flooded his internal passageways and stretched them out even further. His cock flexed sharply, and finally he erupted, weakly pissing out a disgusting mess of slugs and slime, gushing glowing blue-green ooze all across the walls.

Liam looked up. The full moon was above him, enormous and bright, so close he could touch it, and all down the walls beneath him was a squirming carpet of slugs, clinging to his naked body or flopping down to fall into the water with a soft plop.

There was a motion, and a jerk, and Liam went tumbling. He closed his eyes, expecting to crash down against the far wall, or plummet deep into the soupy slug-infested water.

"--Liam?" It was Scott's voice, beneath him, and Liam dizzily adjusted, realizing he was sprawled out on top of Scott, finally hauled over the lip of the well and onto the grass beside it. It was daytime, the colors all strange after nothing but the glow of the slugs.

Liam couldn't think of anything. He was oozing slugs all across Scott's front. His slug-shrouded cock throbbed, gaped passage spitting out fat, writhing slugs coated in his own corrupted pre: watery and frothy, glowing luminous blue-green. Liam snarled down at Scott, his alpha. He maybe hadn't noticed, not with Liam's whole body coated in slugs, at the spike of his unsheathed cock. Liam-- he needed it. He shredded Scott's pants apart with a single swipe, letting Scott's mounded sheath spill out into the open. He was huge, bloated and rich-smelling, his Alpha potency cutting through the strange chemical reek of the slugs. He needed Scott, and-- he lined his slug-infested cock up with Scott's sheath, claws hauling Scott forward into a deep kiss. Liam slopped inside, slugs gurgling up his throat and into Scott's mouth as he pumped a thick, heavy load of slugs and corrupted cum deep into Scott's sheath, filling him up to the brim.

[allpossibledogs]

rocket raccoon gets into a dick measuring contest (bathroom, bar, somewhere public?) and wins easily thanks to his space compression underwear hiding his huge junk

[xax]

lol whats continuity. i guess this would be post-endgame?? idk i never really followed any of the mcu stuff

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The guys had gotten real rowdy by the time Rocket found which bar they'd crawled their way too. The bar was dingy and smoke-filled and crawling with the dregs of society, by which he meant, his crewmates. They were sitting around a table in one of the bar's many alcoves along with a half-dozen strangers. Peter was, for some reason, stripped half-naked and twirling his shirt above his head, howling, and Drax was staring fixedly at a hand full of cards. Thor and Korg had their cards on the table, which... this wasn't poker, but apparently that meant that Drax was winning whatever game they were playing, if he was still in it. Interesting, but not what he was after.

It wasn't that Rocket was miffed for not being invited, since the less time he had to spend around these losers the better, but they had shit to do and he couldn't really ditch them all on some backwards spaceport in the ass end of nowhere.

Some cards got revealed, and there was assorted groaning around the table. Thor shrugged off his mantle, as Korg reached one craggy hand to his belt, tossing it aside. There was a general stripping of clothing all around the table, aside from Drax.

"Are you idiots playing strip poker?!" Rocket demanded.

"Rocket!" Thor cried out, among the general commotion in response to his appearance. Thor was also apparently pretty drunk. "I don't understand these little cards!"

"Yeah, well, it doesn't matter, because we gotta be off-planet by tomorrow morning and you assholes made me drag my sorry tail halfway across the spaceport."

There was some generalized drunken grumbling from the table, and none of them immediately moved to listen to him.

"Why even strip poker? Just show each other your dicks and jump to fucking. What a waste of time," Rocket grumbled, and Peter let out an excited 'oooh'.

"We should try that!" He said. "It's team bonding!" Before Rocket could even ask, Peter had jumped up, hands on his belt, unbuckling fast.

"What--" Rocket started, as Peter yelled over him, way loud: "I always wanted to compare dicks!"

Peter was a really hands-on, touchy-feely kind of drunk, Rocket was learning. More surprisingly, more than a few of the other guys seemed to be into it: looking at each other before going for their own dicks.

Rocket let out a haggard sigh. "Man, what kind of queer-ass shit is this. You plan on doing anything with those or just jerking each other off all night?"

"It's team bonding!" Peter said, lining up his dick against some nameless thug's he'd probably never see again in his life.

"Peter says it's team bonding," Drax said, hauling out his own dick -- Peter's drunken "Starlord!" ignored behind him -- and slapping it down on the table. Korg ooh'ed in appreciation before taking out his own. What had Peter fucking started here.

"Fuck, put away your little needle dicks, nobody needs to see that," Rocket groaned, and Thor apparently took that as a challenge. He stood up, swaying a little, and unbuckled his belt.

"It's true," he said. "Nobody here could defeat me in this challenge!" He fished out his dick and let it slam down on the table with a thud that sent their tankards rattling. Peter's jaw dropped. Rocket quirked an eyebrow. He had to admit, Thor's Asgardian dick absolutely dwarfed everybody else -- he was ruddy and half-hard, if the sight of his fat, fleshy foreskin visibly creeping across the warped wooden table as his dick lengthened was any clue. Maybe a solid two feet or so of dick, which was a pretty decent showing.

"Wow," Peter said, still staring at Thor's dick as he talked to Rocket. "Yeah, I mean, you just don't want to do it since you know you'd lose." He brayed out laughing like he'd just made the funniest joke.

Let it never be said that Rocket had good self-control. This whole situation was moronic, but he was gonna have to get out the big guns. By which he meant his dick. He leapt up onto the table, scattering cards and toppling beer steins, delicately avoiding his tail brushing against Thor's meat log that he'd left resting atop the table, cockhead nearly reaching the center.

"I'll show you idiots what a real cock looks like." Rocket sighed and shrugged off the shoulderstraps of his jumpsuit, peeling the thing down his front until his chest was bare. Peter crowed, leaning in so far he nearly toppled onto the table and landed on Thor's dick. In fact, more-or-less everybody around the table was staring at him. What a mess. He reached down into the waist of his jumpsuit and pulled. And kept pulling. His cock lurched free with a thunderclap sound of displaced air, sheath flopping up cradled in his arms, as broad around as his entire body. He hauled it over the rim of his waist and let it flop down onto the table, where it landed with a table-rattling thud, vibration knocking over what few glasses hadn't already been toppled and pouring a wash of spilled beer across his sheath. Rocket grimaced. It was gonna be a bitch to wash himself off after this.

All told, his sheath was just as long as Thor's dick and even fatter around, and this was him totally soft, not even unsheathed.

Everybody was staring at him: eyes wide, mouths hanging open. "If you kids are done playing with your tiny peckers, we got shit to do," Rocket said. "Except you Thor, your dick's basically fine."

"No way," Peter said, hands reaching out like he wanted to touch him to make sure, and Rocket slapped away his hand.

"No touching, not unless you plan on doing something with it." Peter's ruddy flush deepened, spreading down his chest as he stared fixedly at Rocket's dick. To be honest, seeing all their shock was pretty nice. It didn't really bother Rocket what anybody thought he was packing, since, well, his sex life was better than anything they could imagine in their most fabulous dreams, but seeing them all aghast, humbled in front of his giant dick, well-- it felt nice.

Maybe too nice. His cock lurched, sheath pulsating as his cock pushed forward, letting his cocktip lurch out into the open. It was padded by his bulky sheath, thankfully keeping the weighty tip from scraping directly against the old splintery wood of the table, but Rocket couldn't miss how everybody's gaze jerked immediately to his unsheathed cocktip: deep purple-red, mottled and splotchy as its lumpy, furled ridges slopped out of his sheath. Somebody let out a groan, shaky and guttural, and then -- Peter and somebody he'd never met in his life lurched forward across the table, face-planting in his dick as they moaned and groaned, slobbering across his cock.

"Are you really gonna--" Rocket started, cutting off in a shaky exhale as one of them dragged his tongue up across the swell of his cocktip, letting the entire thing lurch hard -- loudly banging the table against the floor as it tilted from the force of the motion -- and spit out a grimy spurt of silver-grey pre that they immediately went for, sloppily making out as they spat and gurgled, sharing his rank pre back and forth until their faces were a slathered, frothy mess. Rocket sighed. Show a guy a decent dick for the first time in his life, and they just went crazy. "Fuck, and I'm the one who's gonna be blamed for the mess," he said, watching more guys join in: kneeling down as his cock unsheathed in gurgles, spilling out over the end of the table. Hands reached out to feel across his sheath, just smearing the mess of spilled beer and his own pre into his fur.

Thor at least seemed a little composed. "How--" he said, staring at Rocket's jumpsuit, stretched down under his sheath, absolutely not big enough to fit anything.

"Space compression," he said, peeling the fabric away to show off the shimmering mesh of blue triangles worked into the jumpsuit's interior, curved into hyperbolic space. His balls still stuffed the mesh to the brim, cradled tight in the warped space. "Bigger on the inside. You kidding? I can't even walk with this thing out--" he slapped the side of his sheath, his own cocktip already out of his own reach, forming a heavy, drooping arch that there were currently-- three, four, five, five different guys kneeling in front of, hands tugging on his shaft, mouths pressed against his slimy flesh. He'd gotten one of them good with his first spurt of pre, and he was dripping and glazed, hair soaked to his skin, slimy cords of glistening grey pre spilling down his body. Some of the other guys were focused on him, just lapping up Rocket's pre from his bare skin.

Thor groaned, hands sliding up the coarse flesh of Rocket's sheath before he dug his fingers inside, shoving his hand and then his arm into the pocket of warped space. He tipped forward, face mashing against the sweaty fur right at the base of Rocket's sheath, and Thor groaned, sloppily lapping across his fur, cock humping the table, as he cradled one of Rocket's balls in his arms. He hauled backwards, space displacing with another muted thunderclap as he lifted Rocket's ball up and let it loll out across the table, half-dragging his other ball out into the open. Thor's cock pulsed, adding Asgardian pre to the mess staining Rocket's fur, and he buried his face across the stretched flesh of Rocket's sac, fingers digging into the ball that was as broad as his entire chest.

Rocket just sagged back, letting the bulk of his own dick support his weight; the thing was an anchor. "We really should head back to the ship," he said, then sighed. The entire table was in a frenzy: guys leaning over the table, faces pressed into Rocket's fur or smearing across his shaft, hands groping and stroking. Drax and Korg were on their knees, hands bracing the drooping arch of his cock as it spilled off the end of the table. One of them groaned, a mess of cum splattering out across the underside of his shaft in ropes, and Rocket just rolled his eyes. No staying power. The rest of the bar had taken notice -- their table had been rowdy and obvious before anybody'd whipped out their dick. Guys were already creeping closer, hard lumps in their pants, fingers clenching as they imaging stroking Rocket's dick. What a mess. But, like he said-- he was gonna make sure he got off from this, even if it took the rest of the night.

[(Anonymous)]

dragon age: qunari with fenris?

[(Anonymous)]

I know this is kind of late but a continuation of your Sonic story where Sonic does find out what Tails is packing. Could include multi dick/sheath, frotting, knots, sheath play. Could also include Knuckles, not sure.

[(Anonymous)]

Kakashi doesn’t show up at Team Seven’s training session again, so the team nominates Naruto to go check on him. He finds Kakashi at home passed out from chakra exhaustion. Annoyed, Naruto decides to prank him (drawing on him, teabagging, making him piss his pants, etc.). He gets turned on in the process and ends up fucking Kakashi.

[(Anonymous)]

In Unauthorized Activities, there was a tease that Fenrir would want an audience and/or bang in public. Could we see Fenrir knotting Zell in front of a crowd? ++ bonus points for musk/pet play/gaping