let it leave me like a long breath

game context: presumably a bonus after facing the arena a few times / successfully riding dio's behemoth

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The silver gate rises with a long clatter, before finally reaching its peak with a jarring crash. You stand there, trepidatious, awaiting whatever new beast Dio thinks is worthy of being locked behind a special gate. There's the wet sound of slithering, flesh against rock, and an enormous shape looms out of the darkness behind the gate.

The fucker's got a pet Malboro.

Its breath pours from its open maw in a fuming fog, flooding the room ankle-high with rank purple fog. It smells awful, like rotting bananas, but -- your body flushes with heat, sweat breaking out across your sides and back. Internal muscles spasm inside you, making your guts pulse and writhe. In an instant you're panting for breath, muscles weak and trembling, hole spasming around nothing as you feel yourself open wide. Heat spills through your cock, pre drizzling in a solid cord from your heavy foreskin, and with painful speed your cock gets hard, pulse beating hard and fast in your cock as it inflates with blood. You stagger, stumbling over your own feet, and you collapse on your knees, face streaked with tears, legs spasming as you struggle to avoid simply faceplanting on the rough brick. The lower down you go, the more intense the Malboro's breath is: eddies whorl up like thick fog, spilling across your skin. It still smells awful, rancid, but your nose has adapted to the worst of it, just leaving behind a deep, overwhelming tang, biting hard in the back of your throat as you gasp for breath.

Your cock juts out in front of you, hugely engorged. Your balls ache, pulled up tight beneath your cock into a single enormous lump. You normally have a fat squiggling vein along the side of your shaft, but now it's swollen out hugely, letting a whole thicket of veins bulge to the surface, all visibly throbbing with each heartbeat. Pre burbles continually from your flushed cockhead, fat foreskin peeling down your shaft all on its own.

Your gaze never leaves the Malboro, even as you shudder and shake, nearly toppling to the floor with every spasm of your aching body. It slithers closer, leaving behind a dark trail of thick purplish goo behind it. Its tentacles writhe around it, coiling over its sharp teeth, licking up ooze from its open and drooling mouth, coating itself with its own fetid slime.

You've never thought about a Malboro's cock before, but it's impossible to miss this one's: a trio of darker tentacles budding out from its front, each one twice the size of its motile ones dragging it across the floor. They're green-purple, coated with glistening thorns, in comparison to the smoother tentacles it has everywhere, and where the others lash wildly, flailing as it drags itself closer, these sinuously slide against each other, coating its lengths in a shimmering layer of oily ooze.

Before you know it, the Malboro is before you. Its tentacles coil across your front, each one leaving behind a goopy layer of burning ooze across your skin. It drags you up, your shuddering struggles no match for the powerful grip of its tentacles, until you're held aloft just before its mouth. Your nose has grown acclimated to its stench, but the closeness is still overwhelming: a burning metal tang fills your mouth and nose, leaving behind a gummy film that coats your flesh, and the frenzied heat of your body grows ever more intense, until every strip of skin burns.

Its cock plows into you with no hesitation. Your hole is already slack and loose, muscles relaxed from its breath, and it shoves some of its motile tentacles into you, easily peeling your rubbery muscles open into an inhumanly-broad gape. Your guts shudder, drooping out of your body in the start of a pouting prolapse, and it's only its clublike cock bashing into you that stops it.

Its cock burns when it sinks into you, coated in viscous sludge, and the initial scrape of its thorns across your guts is followed by a sizzling heat. You bellow, roaring up at the ceiling, and the Malboro slots its second cock straight into your throat, filling your mouth with its grimy cock. Its thorns leave burning trails everywhere they touch, making your throat and ass shudder around them, coaxing its thorns to bite deeper into your soft flesh.

It holds you aloft, idly twisting you around -- tentacles coiling around your arms and legs, dragging you out spread eagle, and slowly it curls you around until you're flipped upside-down, blood rushing to your head as its tentacle-cocks writhe and pulse, shoving into you with main force. It bounces you on its cocks, thorn-coated length tearing deeper into your throat, leaving behind a burning tang. Your throat swells, bloating fatter as it crams more of its thickening length down your throat. You feel its tip, burning hot and writhing, pop beneath your collarbone, an inch away from pushing into your stomach.

It still has a third cock, spilling across your upturned chest. The tip grinds over your achingly-hard cock, digging against your tightly-furrowed sac, and shoves between your widely-spread asscheeks, smearing across your gaped asshole like a slimy, rasping tongue. You squirm and bellow, just fucking yourself deeper on the tentacle in your throat. It punches its way into your ass alongside the other tentacle at the same time the tentacle in your throat forces itself straight into your stomach. You thrash wildly, choking on cock, eyes rolling back in your head. Your cock erupts untouched, firing out heavy loads of cum that splatter into its churning thicket of tentacles with wet, heavy splats, but you only hear that distantly over the pounding of your own heartbeat in your ears.

The Malboro uses you as just a limp sack of meat for it to plunge its tentacles into. You wetly spew slime down its tentacle as it twists in inside your throat, curving the burning lines it's carving into your flesh, as it breaks your ass open with two cocks, pounding them into your slack, open gape. Viscous purple-black slime squirts out of you around its pistoning cocks, drenching down your upturned body and coating you in cords of burning slime. It spews more and more ooze into you: bloating your stomach, filling your guts, and you gag and heave, squirting out froth in bubbly cords from your nose, drooling around your bruised and broken lips, erupting from your ass in fountaining sprays each time it grinds its cocks deeper into you. It paints your entire body in viscous slime, until cords are drooling down your chest, burbling between your pecs, and splattering into its open and drooling mouth beneath you.

Its cocks lurch inside your ass, shuddering in syncopation as they pump something heavier and thicker inside you: something dense and hard, cocooned in its reeking slime. Your gut, already swollen and sloshing from the ooze being pumped directly into your stomach, bloats further, into an obscene, pregnant swell as the Malboro dumps more and more rank, disgusting slime into you with absolutely no sign of stopping.

Its tongue lolls from its mouth, black and slimy, and it laps up your front, drinking down its own fetid slime. Your still-hard cock drags against its bumpy tongue, digging between two fat, spongy glands coating the surface, and the gummy slide is enough for your aching cock to shoot of again, hosing down the Malboro's tongue with your load. It wrings pulse after pulse out of you, twisting its thorn-coated cocks around inside your ass, bearing down against your throbbing prostate until you're pissing out watery slime.

It's only at some command from above, Dio's voice over the loudspeaker, that it pulls back. Its cocks rip their way from your body, and you can hardly inhale before your bloated stomach erupts up your throat, painting you in the fountaining eruption of purplish goo pumped straight from your overinflated stomach. You cough and gag, spewing slime, and the Malboro idly drops you to the floor, cocks tearing free from your ass and leaving it a gaped, broken crater, leaving you panting and heaving, vomiting up its vile cum, guts churning and gurgling as you push out fat, heavy seedpods from your ass: bulky, oblong pale green seeds, knocking around in your ravaged guts and sometime slurping lower, erupting from your wrecked ass in heavy plops. Your ass is still slack, muscle broken wide, bruised up into an immense slimy ring, and as you heave and choke, enormous seeds bashing against your inner walls, you feel your guts slurp, folding over themselves as they pout out of your ass, forming an ooze-smeared prolapse pouting between your cheeks.

Your gun-arm scrapes across the rock as you drag yourself from the pool of slime the Malboro left you in. You make it halfway out and collapse, panting and heaving, guts shuddering as they sluggishly spool out of your body.

game context: you get a transform materia + cock ring bangle from cait sith after fucking him (or after breaking one of his robots) w/e & you can bring it back and give it to red
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red > What's that?
barret > Dumb cat had it. Took a spare off a broken robot.
red > Is that a _cockring materia bangle_?
barret > Yeah
You leer at him.
barret > You wanna try it out? Comes loaded with a Transform materia.
It's made from mithril, and slightly springy to the touch. Flexible enough to be adjusted.
Red snorts.
barret > I got something I've really been wanting to do, anyway. Just hold still...
You cup Red's sheath with your hand, bangle threaded around your wrist, and you maneuver your gun-arm barrels up to slowly push it up your wrist, over your fingers, and around his sheath. Once it's in place, you tug it down, pulling his balls through the mithril band.

Red's already got a big, heavy sheath, with low-hanging balls. The cockring pulls everything lower, making his sheath hang obscenely low, overtly on display beneath his body. His enormous balls are drawn taut, making his sac sway every time they twitch. But the real thing you're wanting to try out...

You slide your fingers across the glowing green materia, feeling it spark against your fingertips. You cast, energy bursting back through the bangle, rippling through Red's sheath and balls, and you drop to your knees in front of him, groaning, as he starts to swell.

'Mini' is the easy one, the classic. Use the Transform materia to shrink something down for a while. The inverse, 'Giant', is a little harder to pull off, but judging from Cait Sith's robot dildo bangle, it was one he'd specialized in. Red's sheath ripples, slowly spreading wider, and his balls bloat up, swelling steadily.

You mash your face against his sheath, lapping against the fuzzy opening. It swells, heavy sheathflesh dragging across your face, and your nose dips inside, sending his soft, slimy inner flesh smearing across your cheeks. You groan, lapping up slimy ooze clinging to his inner walls, and Red snorts above you, paws coming down across your shoulders as he humps forward. His sheath stretches, still growing bigger, and the huge, palm-thick lip of his sheath drags down your chin before slurping over your stubble, swallowing nearly your entire face into his bloated sheath. You groan, sound lost inside the tight, slurping confines of Red's enlarged sheath, and you twist your head, fucking yourself down into his sheath as his heavy flesh drags its way over your hair, spilling over your ears. You pant open-mouthed, drooling across his slimy sheath, tongue lapping up acrid slime off his inner walls, gulping down mouthfuls of ooze.

You pull back with a wet squelch, sheath dragging back across your head as you peel yourself free from Red's enlarged sheath. You blink your eyes open, wiping away the scum painted across your face with one forearm. Red's looking down at his sheath, more than a stunned at the changes: his sheath solidly fills the space beneath his legs, draped down over the bedsheets even with him standing up. His balls don't even fit under him; they've lurched backwards between his hind legs, where his sac is piled up across the bet, each ball nearly as tall as the rest of his body.

You let out a low whistle, hand cupping the lip of his enormous sheath and stroking along the edge, feeling the stiff, stubbly hair there as your fingers dip into his slimy sheath opening.

red > How long is this supposed to last?
You let out a bark of a laugh.
barret > Not that long. Half-hour, hour. Or just use a dispel. But before you do that...

You lean in, dragging a sloppy kiss around the rim of his sheath, face drenched in acrid sheathfluid, before you sink your head back inside. You groan low, shoving your face into his pulpy flesh, and your groan gets a lot louder when your face mashes against Red's gargantuan cocktip. It's burning hot, a radiating flame against your skin, and you pry your bleary, slime-coated eyes open a sliver to see it: glowing a ruddy red-gold, slick with pre. It lurches forward, its enormous girth enough to make Red's oversized sheathflesh fold over itself in glistening pink-red waves, straining wider even as it crinkles up into furrowed waves of meat.

You grind your face against his sharp cocktip. It twitches, utterly flooding his sheath with what must be nearly a gallon of watery pre from a single idle twitch, and you haul yourself backwards, head scraping between his spongy sheathflesh and his unsheathing cock, and you pull yourself free with a deep wet //splorch//, flinging gobbets of slime all over.

Maybe you overdid it a little.

Red looks dazed: his muzzle is open and drooling, eyes rolled back in his skull, and his hips are vainly jerking, uselessly trying to fuck his cock forward. It's so bulky that it anchors him in place, the rest of his body just a vestigial stub at the base of his immense cock. His tail lashes wildly, flame roaring as it moves through the air.

His sheath gurgles, slime oozing out of the bloated underside. The gleam of his glowing cock pierces through his flesh, making his entire sheath glow ruddily, and with the creaking of flesh against flesh his cock slurps out in the open, enormous cocktip bigger than your head. His barbs, usually nubby and stiff, are now immense, finger-sized spikes, rubbery and flexible with their new, immense size. They coat his cockhead in a complex twisting spiral that's otherwise too small to make out; now you can make out the curving lines of aligned barbs perfectly.

His cockslit flexes, splaying itself wide enough you could fit your fist in there, and he erupts with a single spurt of pre: the impact across your chest knocks you back on your ass, like a firehose of hot, foaming water. You sputter and spit, mouth flooded with slime, ooze already piling up on the floor.

You press your face against his cocktip, letting his rubbery barbs pluck across your stubbled face, splattering your already-drenched skin with globs of thicker ooze. Webs of ooze string between his barbs as they flutter back and forth, flexing back to press against his slick cockhead with a wet sound, and then flaring out as immense spikes. You drag your tongue between them, cockhead cradled between your arms, and lap up mouthful after mouthful of acrid slime, panting and huffing.

His cocktip pushes forward, unsheathing from his bloated sheath with a series of deep, guttural squelches. The tip pushes past his forelegs, continually drizzling out a hand-thick cord of pre onto the floorboards with a series of soupy splatters. You curl your arms around his cocktip, using your entire body to stroke his mammoth cock. You mash your face against his gaping cockhole, kissing his bulging cocklips, sputtering and gurgling as he pelts your face with spurt after spurt of pre. It only takes seconds for you to get slathered head to toe in slime.

As more and more of it spills from his gigantic sheath, jutting out over the bed and then some, it becomes clear that it's easily as big as your entire body, head to toe. You brace your feet against the side of the bed, back pressed against the slimy floorboards, and you hump up against it, jerking him off with your entire body. It drags down, pinning you to the floor with its immense weight: a treetrunk braced against your chest, requiring all your strength to heft off the ground. Your cock grinds against the underside of his shaft, your own fat, bulky length matched by the forest of barbs lining his shaft, flexing against your humping thighs and fleecy nuts with wet jolts.

Red yowls above you, body vainly struggling as he humps himself against his sheath. His mouth is open and drooling, streaking down to splatter against the base of his cock.

Red's knot lurches out into the open with a deep //slap//, like a door being slammed underwater. It forces the rest of his body up, forepaws not even touching the bed anymore as his entire body is held aloft by his giant knot, and with the 'giant' spell adding overstimulation to its oversized growth, that alone looks like it's enough: he yowls, baying at the ceiling in a series of howling barks, and the full length of his cock shudders, hauling you up and slamming you to the ground as he erupts with a spurt of cum that slams your head back against the floorboards, dazing you. His cock pulses, barbs all rhythmically flexing and flaring, scraping across your skin, and you struggle to keep stroking, body being jerked side-to-side by each minute twitch of Red's giant cock. His cum surges across the room, hitting the far wall with a //crash//, splattering everything in little glowing droplets of cum, and you just keep pumping, stroking through his barbs as he hoses down the entire room, drenching everything in gush after gush of cum.

The 'giant' spell wears off just as he's finishing, and his cock shrinks down, spurting out its final few shots all across your body, glazing you head to toe in a thick layer of his glowing, watery cum. Red's dazed, staggering as he hauls himself to his feet, balance all thrown off as he staggers across the surface of the sodden mattress.

You spit out a mouthful of cum.
barret > Maybe I overdid it.

red > You think?
red > Still... maybe I'll keep hold of this. In case we want to do this again later.

game context: the red xiii knotting sex scene when you visit him in his room

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Red's half-engorged knot meets your ass with a sharp //clap//, splattering burning droplets of pre all across your thighs. He grinds it down against your fat, rubbery asslips. Pre burbles out around it in a slimy foam, churned up from his fierce thrusts, and when he pulls back it's tethered to your gaped hole with a mass of strings, slowly drooping down until they snap and slap down across the backs of your thighs.

barret > Knot me! C'mon, I need it! Give me your knot!

Red's paws scratch along your sides as he leans in. Hot drool spatters across your back, dripping into your hair, and you twist your head to let Red shove his slavering tongue into your mouth, gnarling as he hunches forward, slapping his knot over and over against your bruised hole

red > I'm gonna breed you full. Knock you up fat with my cubs.

His voice is an incoherent snarl, words barely recognizable. He hammers his knot against your hole, bearing down. His bloated, barb-coated knot digs in between your swollen asslips, stretching them wider, and you groan as you bear down onto it, pushing your asshole out as wide as it can go

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ty! yeah, i've considered posting the game to ao3 when it's done, but it would probably end up being a link to the itch page, which i feel kind of weird about due to the remote hosting + legal issues of making a porn fangame to begin with.

game context: randomly in chocobo square after having already done at least 2 chocobo sex scenes

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burly handler > Oh, good. We could use a hand. You're the one who keeps fucking the chocobos, right?

Barrett > Yeah. What about it?
You cross your arms and glare down at them. Chocobo cum is still oozing from your ass, drizzling in slimy cords down the backs of your thighs. You reek of it: the sweet, grassy scent of chocobo cum.

chubby handler > Well, we got some chocobos going into rut. And the mounting sheath is a hassle to set up, so we figured, you know...
He gestures at you.
chubby handler > Easier to just use your ass.

* [[...Yeah|chocobo breedmare yeah]]

::chocobo breedmare yeah
They lead you down to the stables, alongside the racing track. There's the mounting sheath, not set up, leaning against one wall: a big padded tube of rubbery material, with a heavy wooded base that'd need to be bolted in to a framework of metal bars. Instead, they just throw some padding over the framework and let you get on it: one bar at knee height, for your thighs, another at waist height, for your upper arms. You settle on it, hand and gun-arm dangling down, pointed at the floor. Your ass is pushed out on display, right where the fuck sleeve would be otherwise.

chubby handler > Oh yeah, that's the stuff.

He slides a hand over your muscled ass, letting out a choppy laugh as he sinks a few fingers into your loose gape. You groan and spread your knees wider, letting the motion pull your slack asshole wide open. He fists you easily, slurping his whole hand into your ass and pulling it out with a squelch, before wiping the leftover chocobo cum off on his overalls.

chubby handler > Won't even need any lube.

He whistles to the side.

chubby handler > Bring 'em in!

The other handler walks in backwards, dragging at the reins of a bucking chocobo. He's hot. The chocobo, you mean: big white-blond crest of feathers on his head, smooth dark beak, fierce eyes. He's definitely in his rut: his cock lolls out from his cloaca, rhythmically smacking up against his underbelly as he struggles against the handler. The downy feathers across his underbelly are sodden, stuck to his skin in glossy dark splotches, and his writhing cock is shining and dripping with his preseed.

He gets a whiff of you and bolts. The abrupt change catches the handler by surprise; the chocobo rips the reins out of his hands as he charges for you, and the other handler just scatters, getting out of the way.

The chocobo lets out a sharp //wark//, wings fanning out over you. One huge clawed foot slams down on the bar bracing your thighs, only a few inches from your bare skin, and he leans in, tapering cocktip slurping across your asscheek before he finds your hole and slams in with his entire body.

He knocks the breath from your lungs with a sharp //whoof//, leaving you gasping as the chocobo mounts you: wings outstretched, chest pressed against your back, hips slamming forward and then thrusting wildly, fucking you in a frenzy.

You let out a deep, guttural groan, sagging forward into the supports bonelessly. The chocobo's cock spreads you open, digging deep into your guts. Its fat, squirming shaft grinds across your prostate, bashing against it rhythmically, and you lay there and take it, just spreading yourself wider for chocobo cock. Your cock pisses out a slimy mess of pre, milked out in spurts from your soft cock as the chocobo fucks his cock deeper. It's leaky, gushing heavy, fertile spurts of pre. His thrusts are nearly frictionless, just the smooth slick piston of its cock pulverizing your guts, and it doesn't take long for your eyes to roll back in your head, bellowing moan ripping its way up your throat, as you piss out a load of cum from your soft cock, splattering onto the floor.

The shuddering spasms of your guts bring the chocobo off. He jerks forward, rapid tempo stuttering as he grinds his cock to the root in your ass, and then he's cumming too, pumping you full of his pent-up load. Spurt after spurt of hot, slimy cum floods your guts and overfills you, squirting out of you in messy splatters each time the chocobo grinds his dick back inside you. He spends himself quick, cock hosing you down, and then he jerks back, instantly disinterested. Flushed and needy, guts gaped and pulsing, you want to haul him back and cuddle, grind yourself down on his cock until he's ready to go again.

chubby handler > Fuck, you really took that--

Barret > More!

You cut him off, roaring over him.

Barret > Gimmie more cocks!

He startles backwards, like he's afraid you're gonna get up and start swinging if he doesn't satisfy you. You might. He rushes out like he's on fire, and you only have to rest there for a second, cum drooling out of your well-used ass, before he comes back in leading another chocobo. This one's {fiery red|deep green|pale blue}, with a cock to match. You groan in approval, shifting your hips to raise your ass up, giving the chocobo a clear shot. It's on you quick, just as needy as the first one: wings spreading around you as it hunches forward, ramming its cock to the root in your overflowing ass. Cum squirts out of you with each thrust, splattering down to the concrete below, and you just hang there, body a breeding toy for needy chocobos. This one warks and chirps, beak smearing across your cheek, and you turn your head, mouth open, letting it shove its beak against your lips, nipping across your mouth.

The second load of cum squirts deep into you as a wash of heat, gurgling up into your guts before sluicing back down around the chocobo's cock. When it pulls free, your hole is a gaped, sucking crater, flesh a ruddy pink, glazed and dripping with heavy streamers of churned-up chocobo cum.

This time you don't have to bellow; the handler's already got another chocobo lined up. It's on you in a frenzy, fucking out the two loads already inside you, flooding your guts with its pre. You float there in a daze, hot prickles rushing across your skin everywhere the soft chocobo feathers touch, guts lurching and twisting with each new cock -- some thicker, bearing down hard on your prostate; some longer, twisting tips hooking deep into your guts and working you into a wide-open tunnel; some harder, jabbing in brutally and making your stomach lurch and swell.

Slowly, your belly bloats: so much cum dumped in you that it doesn't drain out, trapped in the mazy folds of your well-used guts. There's a continual spill of cum drizzling down your ass, forming a filmy sheet coursing down from your thighs. A thick, rubbery cord of your own cum hangs from your soft, wrinkled foreskin, and every so often you cum weakly, pissing out a sludgy mess of cum into the pool of chocobo cum beneath.

burly handler > Fuck, look at him. He's really taking 'em all.

The handlers are jerking off watching you get fucked: cocks jutting out from their undone overalls, eyes fixed on your body. Watching the way you jolt and shudder when you're taking cock; at your soft, flopping cock; at the ruined, slobbery gape of your wrecked ass between one chocobo and the next; at the slow, steady swell of your stomach, how it bloats heavier and heavier beneath you, until it's a sagging mound that sloshes with cum on every thrust you take. At your face, shiny with sweat and drool, eyes unfocused, mouth open and drooling.

One of them steps around the breeding stand, cock jutting straight out from his body: hard and flushed, fat and heavy. It's tiny compared to a chocobo cock; you hardly react when he smears it across your lolling tongue, then thrusts up, fucking it into your open mouth. He lets out a loud groan when you curl your tongue around it, lapping along the underside of his cockhead as he shallowly fucks your face. The chocobo fucking you jolts forward, fucking your face deeper onto the handler's cock, and you gurgle and lean forward, effortlessly deepthroating it: dazed face buried in the handler's messy pubes, his cockhead lurching in your throat. He fucks your face, thrusting up in shaky jolts, and it's only a half-dozen thrusts before he curses and staggers back, cumming all over your face in sloppy streams. You hang your mouth open and stick out your tongue, catching a few shots of salty cum.

The latest chocobo adds its load to the mess bloating your guts, and the handlers apparently take a break to use you: the other one kneels behind you, his cock sliding through the mess of cum pouring from your ass. After so many chocobo's, he's nothing. Your ass is a gurgling crater, gushing out torrents of cum all across his hips, drooling down between his legs as he thrusts up into your loose gape. He pants and groans, each thrust a watery explosion of slime splattering up across your back, and he cums in hardly any time too, grunting and groaning over you as he adds his load to the mess.

barret > You done playing with yer pipsqueak cocks? I'm ready for another real dick.

The handler in front of you lets out a bark of a laugh.
burly handler > You heard him. Bring out Teioh.

chubby handler > What? You sure?

burly handler > He's asking for it, c'mon.

You hang there in a daze: body flushed, ass loose and hot, hole pulsing in anticipation. You keep squirting out pressurized spurts of cum from your ass when you clench, splattering across the floor in thick runnels.

There's a loud //wark// from the entryway. You turn your head. It's Teioh. Their biggest chocobo, or at least, the biggest one you've seen. A massive chocobo with midnight-blue feathers and fierce red eyes. He's not in rut like the others, but he gets one whiff of you -- reeking and used -- and his cock unfurls, slurping out of his cloaca and hitting the floor with a meaty //thunk//. It's an enormous purple-black tentacle: nearly bicep-thick just at the tapering tip, and rapidly bulging out to be probably thicker than one of your thighs. It's huge even on his muscular body: spilling out over his underbelly to lap at the air before him, like a snake.

You groan, body convulsing. One of the handlers lets out a laugh, and it's only then you realize you came just from that: your soft cock is flexing hard, drooling out a fresh glob of cum from your puckered foreskin.

barret > Yeah, c'mon, here boy. C'mon and breed me good.

Teioh lets out another wark and charges. He jolts the entire breeding stand forward, metal groaning from the impact, and his cock comes down across your back with a stinging //crack//. It squirms, weakly prehensile, and shoves itself down between your cheeks, broad tip easily slurping into your wrecked gape. You let out a bellowing groan, head thrown back to let Teioh nuzzle across your cheek, and you cum again, cock pissing out another heavy squirt of cum. Teioh's cock surges into you, coiling up and slamming forward, and you howl, ass convulsing, body rocking, as he slams his entire length into your body. His cock pushes deeper than any of the other chocobos, twisting along the curves of your guts and then hauling back, straightening them out to be a straight shot. Your stomach shudders, swaying heavily beneath you as Teioh settles himself over you. His downy feathers smear over your skin, soaking himself with the half-congealed sludge of a dozen chocobo loads painted all over you.

He fucks you hard. He's not any more gentle than any of the other chocobos: he braces one claw on the bench for leverage, and brutally pistons his cock into you, ripping it through your guts as he uses you as a breeding toy. Your cum-bloated gut lurches side to side, bloating wider as his cock slams into you. His hips mash against your ass, and your guts warp and swell, cum gushing out of you in a torrent, displaced by the sheer size of his mammoth cock.

You wail and sob, bellowing up at the ceiling as Teioh slamfucks you. The wet squelch of each thrust blends together into a constant gurgle, punctuated with the rapid slap of his entire body against your back, pinning you in place as he uses your ass. Churned-up cum squirts out around his shaft with each thrust, splattering forcefully onto the ground.

Your guts convulse, writhing around his pistoning cock, and you cum again, eyes rolling back into your head, drool spilling down your face, breath coming in gasps. Teioh reduces you to jelly: just a mess of fucked-open flesh spasming and shuddering around his cock. He carves you open, cock reshaping your guts. Even with the massive plumes of cum squirting from your ass, your shuddering belly starts to swell again: Teioh pumps your guts full of immense squirts of frothing and squelching pre, as much pre as the other chocobos came. You howl, voice cracking and going hoarse as Teioh implacably uses you, brutal thrusts not stopping for a moment. The room is filled with the sharp screeches of the breeding stand getting fucked forwards, underlined by the wet sounds of slapping meat as he fucks up into your unspooling guts.

Before he's done, you're a sobbing mess: body dripping with sweat, cock flexing continually between your thighs as you cum continously from a long, prolonged anal orgasm. Your guts give up, asshole utterly wrecked, and each time Teioh pulls back your guts spill out with it, prolapsing out around his shaft only to get fucked back inside. When he finally cums -- slamming forward against you with enough force to bruise your already-abused asscheeks -- the abrupt stop just makes your sobbing, needy whines ring out in the silent room.

His cock flexes hard, entire length shuddering. The root of his cock, digging deep into the wrecked flesh of your hole, flexes sharply, and a bulge spurts up his cock, internal muscles spasming the whole way, until it finally reaches the tip, sunk deep, deep in your guts, and fountains out inside you: an enormous explosion of burning hot cum, stinging against your worn guts. Teioh chirps happily, hips rolling slowly as he dumps his enormous load into you in gush after gush: each one making your belly ripple and swell, visibly bloating wider, sagging lower, with each spurt, until you look beyond pregnant. Like you're already carrying a whole clutch of chocobo eggs inside you.

there's actually already a red xiii cubs ending! and a monster breeder ending too. what you gotta do to get it:
1. talk to dio in speed square
2. head to red xiii's hotel room and ask about the cubs thing
3. challenge the battle arena at least once
4. go to dio's show room and talk to dio
5. ask dio about how he got the monsters
6. ask dio about having a spare fertility materia
6b. (optional) head back to red and tell him about the fertility materia
7. challege & defeat the behemoth
8. head back to red xiii and get bred
9. turn in for the night at the ghost hotel

doing that will get you the 'bred with cubs' ending. not getting bred by red xiii after you've gotten the fertility materia will get you the 'monster breeder' ending i think.

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also so i already wrote some of the red xiii breeding stuff over here, so i decided to fill out the other fork in his sex scene, the throatfuck. this one is a little 'getting to see how the sausage is made' on account of i decided to write all the different forks for this, so the resulting scene is a little disjointed just laid out as prose:

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Barret > Fuck my throat!

Red snarls above you, and his cock throbs, smacking across your face.

red > roll over.

You flip yourself over so you're lying on your back, head tipped over the edge of the bed. Red hops down and rears up, slapping his cock across your face. He plants his forepaws on your chest, hind legs dancing on the floor as he lines his cock up, until the sharp, barbed tip slots between your lips. You open wide, tongue swiping across his rasping cocktip, lips stinging as he shallowly fucks his thorny, barb-coated cocktip between your bruised lips. His feet find purchase on the floor, hips lined up with your face, and he humps forward, cocktip stabbing against the back of your mouth and then shoving into your spasming throat.

{damage}

You gurgle, drooling out a mess of phlegm around his cock as he stabs deep and then yanks back, setting up a punishing pace as he sinks more of his monstrous cock down your throat with each thrust. Your fucked-open throat makes a series of wet squelches, ooze squirting up your spasming throat and webbing over your teeth as Red humps into you, using your throat as an open hole to fuck. His barbs rake across the soft flesh of your throat, scratching burning lines, and when he twists fractionally, barbs spiraling across your burning flesh, you wetly retch, coughing up slimy mouthfuls of phelgm and Red's pre.

{damage}

Ooze bursts from your lips and drools down across your upturned face, painting you in a slimy sheen of monster pre. You snarl out a growl, neck swelling as you gulp down more of Red's cock, entire body burning as his cocktip lurches down your throat and pops against something deep inside you, under your collarbone. Heat floods your chest: red's heavy pre, gushing straight down your throat and into your stomach in fiery lines.

{damage}

Red facefucks you, cock ripping halfway out and then slamming forward, again and again. His balls sway in front of you, only seen as a red blur through your slime-glazed eyes, and you squeeze your eyes shut, gulping hungrily as Red stabs even deeper. Hsi cocktip pushes deeper, burning hot under your collarbone, and his balls smack against your face with a messy //splat//, splashing globs of pre across your face, sending slimy tendrils of ooze spilling up across your forehead to soak into your hair. Red pulls back, and his balls peel off your face in a sucking slurp, only to bash against you again when he shoves forward again, starting up a wet, rubbery tattoo across your face.

// yr limit bar maxes out after any damage chunk:

You roar, neck swelling as your muscles flex and clench. You force yourself down on his cock, arms curling around his hind legs and hauling him forward. His knot smacks against your mouth, cocktip shoved down under your collarbone. Your lips split, stinging and burning as they warp over his half-swollen knot. His barbs rake across the inner flesh of your mouth, sticking to your tongue.

You splay your jaw open, muscles burning, snorting out frothy bubbles from your pre-clogged nose as you shove yourself down onto Red's knot, forcing it past your lips and into your mouth with a deep, guttural squelch. Slime spews from your nose and mouth as you mash your face down into Red's sheath, sweaty face smearing against his huge balls.

Red lets out a howl, baying up at the ceiling, and his cock flexes hard. His knot throbs fatter, until it's digging into the side of your teeth, tongue stuck to its surface by his flexing barbs. Red's paws scratch across your stomach and hips, and he drives forward brutally, smacking his knot against the back of his throat, pinning his fat, meaty sheath against your broken lips.

You roar, sound just vibration buzzing along Red's shaft, and he howls again, cock flexing rhythmically as he dumps his load straight down into your stomach in sharp, forceful spurts. His knot throbs, pulsing against your teeth with each spurt, and you swallow in ragged gulps, throat clamping down around his burning shaft with each spurt.

Red croons, half-collapsing across your chest, tongue idly lapping at your own hard cock, but you have to focus all your attention on timing your breathing: throat clenching down between his spurts for you to snort out bubbles of glowing slime from your nose and then haul in a watery, gurgling breath. Cum oozes up your throat, burbling over his flexing knot and spilling over your lips, painting your upturned face in glossy streamers of spit-thinned cum.

By the time his knot softens, your stomach is swollen and sloshing and your face is a slathered mess, ooze constantly gurgling its way up your spasming throat, skin flushed blotchy purple-brown. He lurches backwards, knot scraping across your mouth, and you open wide -- jaw twinging -- and spit out his pulpy, half-hard knot, immediately twisting your head to the side to cough up heavy mouthfuls of cum, frothy and slimy. You roll on your side, sucking in wet breaths between full-body heaves, and vomit up more and more of Red's load, splattering the glowing slime all over the sodden sheets, pouring down the side of the bed. Red's cock, still hard, drools the dregs of his load across your neck, oozing over the muscled slope of your shoulder to paint slimy lines down your back.


// yr hp hits 0 after any damage:
His brutal thrusts are too much for your ravaged throat. You gurgle and gag, retching up a slobbery mess of phlegm and pre that squirts across Red's pumping shaft and splatters down all over your upturned face, painting you in a grimy layer of sludge.

Red lets out a rough laugh above you and pulls back, cock tearing out of your burning throat until the tip is resting between your lips, gushing out watery pre into your mouth and spilling out across your burning lips. You suck in a breath and gag, ravaged throat raw and aching, and you cough up watery squirts of pre across Red's shaft before, blearily, smearing your face up across his shaft, uselessly trying to lick up the mess you made.

Red lets you slobber across his shaft, rutting his cock across your face. His barbs pluck across your skin, catching across your nose, tangling in your stubble, and Red lets out low, snarling growls each time, cock flexing hard to smack up across his underbelly and squirt a gush of pre all down your chest. You use your hand to stroke him off while you suck on the tip, burning throat useless for even swallowing his pre -- you gag and sputter, spitting the mess out across his shaft.

Red humps your face, fucking your fist. His barbs flex and flare, shaft jerking in your hand, and then he howls at the ceiling, hips jerking forward to grind your fist down against his knot, his fat balls smacking across your glazed face and sticking there. He cums in sharp jolts, splattering his glowing load across your chest, and you twist his dick to the side so you can catch it across your face, painting your cheeks and flooding your mouth so that it overflows and burbles across your upturned face, forming slimy cords soaking your scalp and drooling down to the floor. You jerk him off, fingers tugging on his flexing barbs, as he yowls and snarls, dumping his load all across your flushed face, knot smacking over and over again against your fingers.

Red spurts out his load all over your face and chest, until you're slathered and dripping in his thin, slimy load.

// you make it all the way through:
Red shoves down deep, sinking his entire monster dick down your throat. Your froth-coated lips spread around the tip of his knot. You open your bleary eyes and go crosseyed focusing on his enormous knot: red and glowing, pulsing strong against your bruised lips.

Red howls, knot throbbing bigger, glow increasing along his bulging veins. He dumps his load down your throat in burning hot pulses, pumping rhythmically, and you struggle to swallow. Cum gurgles into your stomach, spat so deep inside you you can only feel its heat. You milk his knot to keep him pissing out his load, and each pump fills you up more and more, until your stomach churns and sloshes. You gag and retch, cum squirting up around red's shaft, and you vomit up frothy glowing sludge, thin and watery coating the inside of your mouth, acrid and meaty, almost rank. You spitting cum across his knot and into his sheath, and then you lap out your tongue, uselessly lapping it off as Red keeps pissing out cum, flooding you until you just let the stream of acrid cum squirt out of your nose and mouth and spill down your face, soaking you in a frothy layer of rank animal cum.

Red jerks back, ripping his cock free, and stares down at you as he sprays his final few wet pulses of cum across your face and chest, utterly drenching you in his load. You lay there and take it: mouth open, lips bruised and puffy, ooze wetly squelching up your throat with each panting breath you take. You lean forward, lapping at his cocktip, letting him ooze out the dregs of his load right across your tongue, spilling up against your teeth as you struggle to swallow it down.

// closer:

You haul yourself up. The watery streams of cum spilling up your face, drooling from your scalp, reverse direction and spill down your cheeks, webbing across your jaw in thin, sluicing lines, smearing out over your shoulders, spilling down your back and chest. You swallow heavily, using your hand to feel across your aching jaw. Your lips are huge: bruised and puffy, stinging when you put pressure against them.

barret > Good time. i'll probably be back again later

Red snorts.

red > i'll have another load ready for you. it'll take more than that to drain me.