fanfic prompts

[xax]

so every so often i do a fanfic prompt post! this is one of them!

gimmie a story 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 OCs but 'generic character from the setting' is fine. no real restriction on which fandoms, but you have an increased chance of getting a fill if it's something i'm familiar with & have written before. i definitely won't fill everything b/c i'm real bad at finishing things.

prior fill post here for reference

EDIT: okay i think i'm done taking prompts now. i'll maybe write a few final fills and then i'm done for the time being. ty everybody who commented!

Comments

so that pokemon legends arceus tho

[(Anonymous)]

stares directly at P:LA's big boy Alphas and refuses to break eye contact

take your pick between Hisuian Arcanine, Zoroark, or Typhlosion--size diff from Alpha, big feral rough gay animal/dude sex, honestly you can just have fun with it i know you could do some neat stuff and this is an excuse to go ham if ya want. even if ya don't want then the people (potentially) receive just some good ole big dog on human stuff so there is no lose condition here

[(Anonymous)]

Contiunation of the wrex X shepherd

It’s been a month and garrus comes looking for the commander and finds him being used by wrex and is then broken by wrex or grunt

[(Anonymous)]

Odaiba day was pretty recent, so how about Digimon? I'd love to see Tai taking Greymon's enormous dick and getting completely stuffed with cum. (Or any of the leader character boys taking their partner's biggest form.)

[(Anonymous)]

Wont lie really been missing your naruto stories so how about some naruto and kiba?? Kiba fucking naruto so hard kurama chakra turns him into a huge hellhound while turning naruto into a cute femboi twink

[(Anonymous)]

Oh, and for bonus points: maybe some egg-laying of those big thick digi-eggs?

[(Anonymous)]

What about a fallow up on link and Gannons last orgy this time with the lizard monsters from breath of the wild

[(Anonymous)]

This is probably a cursed fandom, but I'd love something involving Kha'Zix and Rengar from League of Legends.
Kha'Zix is like an insectoid alien monster that wants to consume strong creatures and Rengar is a feline hunter that hunts the former for the thrill and because he lost his eye to him.
For kinks, do whatever you want, but I'd imagine there's lots is come eating, probably some fisting, and some piss?
Kha'Zix also has this thing where he adapts, so he could transform during/as a a result of the sexual encounter.

Good luck with the fills in general ^^'

[(Anonymous)]

How about some space marine getting his dick infested by space bugs
Two settings I can think of are Starcraft and Destiny but I'm sure there are a ton more:
-Starcraft's Reynor getting bugged up by the Zerg. Maybe something there with his ex-girlfriend Kerrigan bringing him into the fold...
-Destiny's Zavala incubating some of the Hive who're known for loving their worms...

Re: so that pokemon legends arceus tho

[xax]

so i was going for a thing that the pokemon legends game seems like it would be very ripe for but idk if it actually does in any meaningful sense, which is that back in the day pokemon would be less like pets or wild animals and more like yokai or vengeful spirits. the problem with that is: that's like half the word count of this already too-long fill (well, too-long if i want to bang these out) just in setting details. o well

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Resak was a quivering mess after the third day of the curse. Wailing spectres howled at him ceaselessly, and strange, ghostly apparitions danced continually at the edge of his vision, only to vanish when he tried to fix his gaze upon them. It had been that pokemon! Out in the ice wastes, he had seen a living nightmare, a guardian spirit so powerful that even a glimpse of its form had left him with this lingering curse.

"I must go back to the wastes," he said, telling Fusa, his sister. "Only by beseeching the spirit and apologizing for my trespass can I hope to have this curse lifted."

"You're a fool," Fusa said. "You'd trespass again to demand forgiveness?"

Resak shook his head, unheeding. She hadn't heard the howls of the damned. He couldn't go on like this. And so, alone, unencumbered, he headed back out to the ice wastes, trusting the spirit to provide either forgiveness or a merciful death.

He had been a strong man, one in his prime: brawny, solidly muscled, brave and courageous. After three days of the curse, it was like all melted away: he doddered, stumbling, sweat trickling down his spine even as the temperature dropped and dropped, until he was shambling across the barren ice wastes, animated just as much by the wailing spectres haunting him as his own volition. His feet dragged over the snow-dusted ice, and his toe stubbed against a whorl of ice. He toppled forward, arms crossed across his face as he fell, and-- the ice cracked with a sound like rolling thunder, sending out sharp pops and pings as he tumbled and rolled, until with an echoing crash the ice sheet shattered around him, sending him plummeting into darkness.

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Resak awoke to heat. Moisture dripped off his skin, and he opened his eyes to see a rainbow prism: dim sunlight refracting through ice like a rainbow, casting the underground chamber he'd fallen into in a kaleidoscope of color. There was a pool of steaming water in the center, which Resak had nearly rolled into while unconscious. The hot vapor from the spring had slowly etched away this smooth-edged cave in the rock, digging out a maze of squirming tunnels in the ice above. And-- he only caught a glimpse of it before he squeezed his eyes shut and rolled himself over to prostrate himself. That beast. The pokemon he'd seen. It was reclining on the other side of the pool, hind paws in the water, appearing to pay no heed to the crumpled heap Resak made.

It was enormous: taller than a man even hunched over, and its whole body was covered in ghastly white fur, save for where it was marred red-pink at the tips, like it had dyed itself with watered down blood. It had an enormous mane, spilling down its shoulders in thick tendrils. Its fur writhed, animated by the torrent of spiritual energy that constantly surged around it, and with a single glimpse at its burning-ember eyes Resak had been cursed. The Zoroark, the baneful fox.

"Please! Grand pokemon! Forgive my trespass!" Resak said, keeping his face planted against the icy floor. There was movement, and a low growl, and Resak clenched his muscles so hard he started trembling, breath puffing out hot against his face. The pokemon's footsteps approached, claws softly scraping against the ice, and then -- a contact, pressure, across his back, that resolved into a clawed paw feeling up his back, across his neck, to his hooded face. The pokemon peeled back his hood, baring Resak's shaggy hair. The claw tensed, coiling in his hair, and it yanked him up, pulling his face from the ground. Its face was an inch away from his own: red eyes burning into him, animal muzzle pulled open in a snarl. Resak whimpered, flinching back, and the spectral shrieks grew into a crescendo, an earth-shaking roar that knocked all thought from his mind in a wave of pain, and then-- nothing.

The zoroark let him go, and Resak dropped to the ground in a boneless heap, gasping for breath. The spectral shrieking was gone. "Grand pokemon," Resak mumbled, swaying. "Thank you for your blessing," he managed, and then he was out. It had been three days since he had last slept.

---

When Resak woke again, he was sweltering. The humidity of the underground spring had covered him in a thick layer of dew, soaking into his heavy winter clothes, and he was anchored to the ground by the weight of them. He dragged himself upright, blinking at the dim light: even in the middle of the night, the spring waters glowed a calm blue, casting rippling reflections across the ice dome above. The pokemon was nowhere to be seen.

Resak peeled himself out of his clothes, skin sticking to the heavy fabric, emerging sweat-soaked and dripping. The exertion had him breathing hard, life pumping through his body for the first time in what felt like ages. He stripped, the reflex on waking to simply get himself out of the cloying embrace of his sodden clothes, and once he was naked and looked around the chamber, laying his clothes out on the bare rock to attempt to dry them, and then -- the spring must be some sacred place, for great spirits to collect. But the pokemon had left him here, unmolested. Still half-asleep, Resak had slumped into the shoulder-deep pool before fully contemplating if it was blasphemy. He groaned as the hot water washed away his sweat and soaked into his bones, banishing the last aching vestiges of the curse. He dunked himself underwater, carding his fingers through his thick hair, feeling the spring's water soak him fully.

He couldn't say how long he sat there, half-floating in the hot brine, but he blinked to wakefulness at a snarl. The pokemon was back. Resak averted his eyes. It ignored him, walking past him as if he wasn't there, to focus on his sweat-soaked clothes. It snarled down at them, and then with the tearing sound of rent fabric it shredded them apart: forepaw clutching tight as he raked its hind paws across it, shredding the thick winter wear into ragged ribbons.

"Grand pokemon--" Resak said, voice rough, and even with his eyes averted he could _feel_ its gaze swing over to him. He shut up. The zoroark came close, looming over him, and then-- it slipped into the spring beside him with a muted splash. Its muzzle pressed against the side of his face, inhaling deeply, and it let out a contented rumble, almost a purr, as it relaxed next to him. Resak froze in place, tense, as the zoroark settled in, sending the water lapping at his sides before it stilled again.

Resak shuffled to the side, away, and the pokemon let him move. Eventually, he was far enough away to hazard a glimpse, keeping his eyes low, away from its burning gaze. The pokemon was seated like a man, sprawled out on the rock seat: legs spread wide, upper body resting on its elbows, head tipped up towards the ceiling, like it was a rude patron at the baths in the village. The image was so abrupt that Resak couldn't contain an amused snort, and almost lazily the pokemon's head lolled to the side, burning eyes sliding into view. Resak squeezed his eyes shut immediately, and there was no chorus of wails, only -- the soft slosh of water as the pokemon moved. There was another touch across his side, claws over his bare skin, and Resak let out a shaky exhale, trying to keep his head turned away from where the pokemon surely loomed over him. Another touch: its knee against his own, a claw against his other thigh.

The warmth of the bath, the return of vitality to him, had provoked certain... responses from his body. His cock jutted up from his crotch, hard and smooth. Just a physical reaction to the heat, nothing he had been planning on doing anything with. Irrelevant, except -- the pokemon's paw curled around his shaft and gave it a soft squeeze, and the contact made Rezak gasp, jerking back, shaft sliding through the loose grip. His eyes snapped open in surprise, taking in the looming figure of the pokemon before him: white-pink fur sodden and dripping, danging in thick hanks as it leaned over him. Its burning gaze was focused on his own cock, and for the first time Rezak noticed its matching shape: the pokemon had a heavy sheath between his thighs, with a fuzzy, low-hanging sac hanging beneath. The pokemon's grip shifted, tugging on his shaft, as it watched his foreskin slide back and forth over his cockhead. From the pokemon's sheath, a prong of raw red cock peeked out. Some viscous, heavy fluid burbled out with it, so heavy it drooled down the lip of his sheath even underwater, forming a heavy, oil-and-water glob that sunk down deeper, impacting Resak's submerged thigh with a blossom of heat.

The pokemon surely didn't-- but the pokemon grabbed Resak's hand in its other paw, almost impatiently lifting it up to press it around his own sheath. Resak stared, propriety lost as he cautiously squeezed the beast's sheath, reflexively jerking back at the low, snarling groan it made in response. The knifetip point of its sharp cock pulsed, muscle flexing under Resak's hand, and another sliver of its shaft slipped out from its sheath, sheened and slimy, drooling dense, oily globs of sheathfluid down across Resak's hand as he tentatively squeezed and tugged at its sheath, mirroring its motions.

Resak groaned softly, breath picking up, hips rolling fractionally as the knot of terror and awe in his stomach started to unwind. The pokemon, the beast, the grand spirit, crooned above him, cock unsheathing in fits and starts until it crested up above the water with a splash, immediately flooding the spring with the hot, rank scent of sex: musky and heady, the scent of it went straight to Resak's dick, making him groan and arch up, humping through the beast's grip as he shakily fucked its fist.

The zoroark let out a yowl, breath gusting across Resak's face, and he leaned in: eyes burning, fanged mouth lolling open, to lick a slobbery stripe across his face, ending with his tongue shoving between Resak's parted lips. His maw opened, lips smearing across Resak's jaw, over his nose, and it messily kissed him. Drool spilled all down his face, dripping into the spring in drops, and Resak choked and gagged as the tongue shoved down his throat, long and writhing. It coiled inside him, straining the walls of his throat, and he let out a watery gurgle, froth burbling up from his lips, bubbling from his nose, as he gagged around the huge, drooling muscle. The zoroark pulled back, letting Resak pull in a deep breath.

The pokemon straightened, fractionally: head pressing over his head, pressing his face against the long swath of dripping fur down its chest. Its cock surfaced with a watery eruption, some thinner oil smearing across the surface of the spring while the heavier slime continued to spill down across Resak's seated body. It rutted forward, slopping its slimy cock all across his front, and Resak had to reach with both hands to envelop even half its length. The zoroark crooned, fucking his hands as it gushed slimy preseed in slimy bursts across his chest, and with its paws it shoved his face down, mashing it across its shaft, drenching his face in slime. Resak knew what the pokemon wanted. He opened wide, tongue lolling from his mouth, and moved down, letting the pokemon's thrusts sheath its cocktip in his mouth. The flavor was intense, rank and heavy, and the taste burnt through him, making his cock throb between his thighs, untended with both the zoroark's paws tangled in his hair. The pokemon's cocktip skidded across the roof of his mouth, stabbing into his drool-lubed throat, and it was with a snarl that it started thrusting, using his throat as it started to breed him like an animal.

The beast spent its first load in his throat, cackling as Resak gagged and spat out half its load, clouding the spring water. Eyes crossed, half its slick, smooth length sunk down his throat, Resak could see its knot swell and then deflate, unable to latch onto anything. The pokemon wanted to hilt him. It hauled him out, flipping him over to lap across his ass, tongue stabbing inside him, and then, face pressed to the floor, knees still resting on the submerged shelf, the zoroark shoved inside him again, lubing his passageway with gush after gush of oily pre. Its heavy balls swaying back and forth between his thighs, low-hanging enough they swung through the water. Drops of water-thinned slime dappled his inner thighs, splashing up across his belly as the pokemon worked him open, hips jerking forward in a frenzy of mating, until its bloated sheath mashed against his ass.

Resak lay there, panting for breath, both arms bracing himself against the rock shelf as he took each brutal thrust. His cock leaked steadily, drizzling pre into the cloudy, befouled spring water. The zoroark crooned, yapping happily as it drove forward again, again, again, each time knocking Resak forward, pinning him under its weight, until with a final burning drive it hilted within him and froze, growling across his neck as, inside him, its cock erupted with a lancing spray of its heavy issue. The beast's seed drooled out of him around his reamed-open hole, pouring into the now-murky spring in heavy dollops of pure-white issue. Its knot throbbed in time with each pulse, swelling fatter and fatter until it sealed him tight, keeping the next spray of issue inside him. And the next, and the next, as its heat sloshed higher inside him, becoming a heavy, solid pressure in his guts as the zoroark bred him fully.

"Grand pokemon," he whined, voice tight from the pokemon's paw mashing his face to the ground. "Thank you-- thank you for your gift," he babbled, rolling his hips back, feeling the immense knot knock around inside him. Each time it rolled over something inside him, some hard swell, his cock lurched, drizzling out a heavy drool of his own load. He panted, whining open-mouthed, as the zoroark bred him through its long orgasm.

[(Anonymous)]

What about something out of elden ring with blaid the going after one of his fallen wolf brother like how you help him in game only for this one’s madness takes the form of parasites infesting him which he forces on bliad until he’s just as corrupt and balls and body filled with the them

[xax]

usually i avoid this level of size difference / macro/micro stuff since i feel like it gets kinda cartoony, but hey this is a cartoon after all.

---

"Are you-- are you sure it'll work?"

"Yeah! Izzy's a genius, you know!"

"You didn't, uh, tell him what we were gonna use it for, right?"

Agumon rolled his eyes. "He's doing the same exact thing with Tentomon, you know." And then, at Tai's gasp: "But no, I didn't. He probably guessed, though."

Agumon was, with a little room for error, the same size as Tai. But Greymon was _big_. Not just big like an adult, but big like a building. Big like five stories tall.

Taking Agumon's dick... it was stubby and fat, a little longer than a finger and maybe three times as thick. Thick enough it had taken a few times before Tai had really loosened up enough to enjoy it. _Greymon's_ dick was something entirely different. A five-story dinosaur, even one with a stubby dick, still meant that his dick was considerably bigger than Tai himself.

So far they'd mostly gotten along okay: Greymon lying down, Tai standing on Greymon's tail and wrapping his arms as far around his person-sized dick as it would go and doing his best to stroke him off, which usually turned into Greymon flipping over and pinning Tai to the ground as he fucked a flooding trench into the dirt before utterly drenching Tai with his load. But they'd both... well, Tai wanted something bigger than Agumon's dick. And Greymon wanted to actually fuck something.

So... Tai fiddled with his digivice, looking at the program Izzy had transferred over. It just looked like a bunch of numbers to him. But what it would _supposedly_ do is thicken the connection between a Digidestended and their Digimon, supplementing the human's data with some of the digimon's, so that... well, so Tai could take Greymon's cock without popping like a balloon.

"Izzy said it draws off the power of the Digivolution, so if you draw too much energy for whatever reason, it'll revert my Digivolution first, before the sharing switches off." So even if it failed, Tai wouldn't get split in two. Izzy totally knew what they were using it for. "You wanna try it out now?"

Tai gave Agumon a look. There was a kind of nervous fluttering inside him. In his ass, where he was slowly flexing and clenching in anticipation. "Maybe once it gets dark."

The other problem with fucking around with Greymon is that it was a little hard to get any private time, when Greymon towered over a forest canopy and his orgasms were punctuated by immense firebursts. Part of why Izzy probably definitely knew what they were up to is that they weren't exactly subtle the first few times they tried.

---

Later, that night, Agumon and Tai snuck out from their camp, and after they were a ways away Agumon digivolved and Tai rode on his shoulder further out, until there was the bend of a hill between them and the rest of the group. A little suspicious, but, it wasn't the first time they'd both gone missing in the middle of the night. In retrospect, uh, probably everybody knew they were off having sex. It wasn't like Matt and Garurumon had managed to keep their trysts a secret; there was no real reason Tai expected he'd been any more subtle.

Greymon settled to the ground with an earth-rumbling crash: haunches sticking out, tail pressed flat against the ground, upper body still mostly upright. Tai dismounted, crawling down Greymon's front until he was pressed between Greymon's legs, sitting over the mound of his vent.

Agumon's dick was a bulging mound: a ruddy, flushed pink, fatter in the middle than on either end, and his cockhead was just a thin, shallow ridge banding around the upper third of his cock. Greymon's... being bigger radically changed how it was shaped, even if it was the same basic shape. Greymon's dick at the thickest point would've take two or three Tais to fully wrap around it with their arms spread. The veins that were tiny threadlike lines on Agumon's dick were immense, arm-thick chambers on Greymon's, and they flattened and surged with each heartbeat, bulging up from the surface in forking squiggles. His dick was the same pinkish tone in the middle, but at the base it grew into a deep, mottled red, where his flesh rumpled up into heavy, fist-sized knobs, and the tip grew harder and waxier, flesh mellowing out into a sallow yellow that perpetually gleamed with Greymon's heavy, soupy pre.

It was a lot of dick.

Tai coaxed it out with his hands and mouth, rutting his whole body across Greymon's vent as it sluggishly spread open. He rubbed his hands across Greymon's lips, his own stiff cock dragging along the inner wall as he humped forward, groaning when he felt the first sloppy gush of pre squirt out across his front. Even soft, the first spongy swell of Greymon's dick was... impossibly huge: as broad as Tai's chest, cockhole itself a fist-sized mound of soft tissue that slowly spread itself apart, wetly gurgling as it drooled out its first pulses of pre.

Still, there was no better time to start trying to fit it. Tai held himself up, feet braced on either side of Greymon's slowly-swelling cock, and raised his digivice up: "Digivice, activate!" he shouted, triggering Izzy's program, and--

Shining light erupted from the digivice, playing up and down Greymon's body. It was like a spotlight shining out of him: His yellow skin and blue stripes, lit from within, were revealed as shifting patterns of data, constantly weaving together to make his form, and it was that stream of data that surged forward in a nearly-solid bulk and clashed into Tai, sinking into his body as the glow faded.

"Woah," Tai said, balance shifting, feet slipping on Greymon's pre-slick hide.

"You okay, Tai?" Greymon rumbled above him; the vibration of his speech was the tipping point that made Tai's legs slip out from under him, sending him toppling down onto Greymon's stomach, legs crossed around his soft dick.

"Yeah," he said. "I can definitely feel _something_." He felt across his stomach, and then after a second lower, behind his balls, to press against his asshole. Getting fucked by Agumon's fat dick had loosened him up plenty. Izzy's program, the data linkage, was a burning core of heat somewhere deep in his chest. Greymon's bravery. And also, hopefully, his ability to shrug off blows. They were gonna need it.

Tai perched on top of Greymon's thickening cock like it was a stool. The slightly-pointed tip dug between his cheeks, pressing against his hole, and Tai let himself open up, feeling his asshole spread and then gape, blossoming open across the sloping tip of Greymon's cock. It was still nowhere near enough; they'd tried this much already: Tai rocking on Greymon's limp dick, feeling it squirt hot sprays of pre inside him until his stomach was swollen. Now, though... Tai crossed his legs around Greymon's shaft and bore down, feeling the prong of Greymon's dick dig deeper, pressing against his pelvis. Greymon groaned and reached down with one huge claw, curling it around Tai's chest as he added more force, grinding Tai's body down onto his cock. Tai's asshole gaped wider, flesh unfurling until it strained, blossoming open into a huge, meaty gape that rose up, becoming a stiff, bulky crater wedged between his widely-spread asscheeks. Tai let out a shaky whine, guts already rearranging, pelvis aching from the pressure.

The link between them surged, and heat flooded into Tai's body. Greymon shoved him down, and Tai's body _warped_: his pelvis spread, bone reshaping like wet wood in a series of deep cracks and pops, and Greymon's soft cocktip shoved so deep it mounded out Tai's stomach, forming a taut dome.

"Greymonnnn," Tai groaned, head lolling back against Greymon's chest as he kept bearing down, body shaking with the effort. His taut skin stretched further, beyond the point where he would've torn himself open, beyond the point where his stomach and hips even looked human: his pelvis splayed open, a stiff ridge curling around Greymon's cocktip as it hardened inside him, continually stretching his body wider, opening up new spaces inside him.

Already the sheer bulk of Greymon's cock crushed Tai's prostate, wedging it in place as it bore down with enough force to split it apart. Now there was just the pressure, constant and ever-increasing, and Tai writhed in place, lodged on Greymon's cocktip, his own cock stiff and continually gushing out a wet burble of cum. Tai's legs spasmed, joints hardly working from how warped his bones had become, and Greymon bodily hauled him deeper with a roar, cramming the crest of his cockhead inside him and wedging him further open for the body-splitting middle of his dick: already as wide as Tai's chest. Tai gurgled, eyes dazed, letting out shaky whines as Greymon used his body as a living fleshlight: claw tugging on the hinge of his hip, easing his stretchy, elastic flesh snug over his swelling cock, as he hardened inside him, further warping his body from the inside. There was a _spang_, a series of creaking snaps, as Tai's ribs swelled to match. He gurgled, organs all shifted out of place: heart hammering in his chest, lungs jerking sideways to inhale, as the burning heat of the data link got stronger and stronger.

"You good, Tai?" The deep bass vibration of Greymon's voice, pressed against Tai's back, was enough to wring another orgasm out of him. Tai silently yowled, back arching, as his dick flexed and let out a heavy arc of cum. His eyes rolled back in his head, lips silently moving, but he raggedly raised an arm, hand curled into a thumbs up. Greymon let out another snarl, breath a mess of sparks that washed down Tai's body, cradling him in their heat for a quarter-second.

Greymon's cock thumped hard inside Tai. The plume of pre felt burning hot, steaming inside him, squirting and gurgling through his stretched and compressed guts. Greymon rolled Tai over his cock, fat mounds studding the base of his cock slopping in over his impossibly-stretched assholes in a series of deep, guttural squelches. Tai whined, pressure milking slimy squirts of cum from his still-hard dick, but it wasn't long before he wrung himself dry. His dick spasmed, slapping against his warped belly, and only a thin drizzle of watery fluid oozed from the tip. Greymon was just getting started, half-hard cock not-quite hilted into Tai's warped body. Forget a living fleshlight; Tai was stretched like a living condom over Greymon's bulk, skin stretched beyond taut: most of Greymon's cock jutting out over his stomach, skin stretched half-translucent, guts utterly reshaped. His entire body just a claw-hold around the base of Greymon's dick, while his stomach ballooned outward in an inhuman swell just as big as the rest of his body.

Greymon got hard inside him, the slow spurts of pre turning into a continual spray, burning hot as he hauled Tai's legs down, hilting inside with a roar and a froth of fire spilling from his lips, then dragging him up, bulbous mounds at the base of his shaft slurping back up with a spray of backed-up slime. Back and forth, back and forth, Greymon hunched up into Tai, fucking his splayed-open body with his enormous digicock. His grip shifted, claws curling around Tai's side, over his ribs, giving him more leverage to slam Tai down on his cock, over and over. Each body-jolting thrust forced out a wet squelch from Tai's broken body, and a fresh plume of pre from Greymon's cock, collecting in Tai's grossly-stretched stomach until it sagged down, forming a sloshing reservoir inside him.

Greymon used Tai's body, his snarls coming closer and closer, hips jerking upwards, claws scratching huge furrows in the ground, until with a final bellow, roar launching a nova flare into the sky like a firework, his cock erupted into Tai. He ballooned outward, sagging belly bloated outward with the firehose blast of the first squirt, and then again, and again, each shot dozens of gallons of burning-hot digicum forcefully breaking his guts open wide. Tai mutely writhed, wetly gasping for breath as Greymon pumped his load into him, each pulse making Greymon's dick stretch and contract by several feet.

Agumon came hard, squirting sharply in a dozen-or-so hard blasts before going limp. Greymon took longer: snarling and fucking up into Tai for more than five minutes, each blast flexing hard, internal muscles within his cock flexing and twitching, sending Tai's overinflated body swaying back and forth. Cum erupted from his ass, red-tinged and steaming, as Greymon kept rolling Tai's aching, abused asshole over his lumpy cockroot, until--

Tai's digivice made a chime, and Greymon was caught mid-roar as his body dissolved into weaving data, condensing down to a shimmering ball. Tai, suddenly no longer supported by Greymon's cock, fell to the ground, gaping ass erupting in an impossible waterfall of Greymon's burning, spicy cum. Tai hit the ground with a splash, enough cum there already to form a slimy lake, and a half-second later Agumon hit too, sending up a second splash. Tai's body wobbled, bones shifting back into place with a series of muted _pops_, and he surfaced with a gasp, treading water in the deep furrow Greymon had carved out of the landscape. Still hugely-bloated with cum, Agumon had to drag him to the shore, where he collapsed with a groan, gaped ass still weakly squirting cum as he drained out.

They both lay there panting, Tai softly whining, both utterly drenched in Greymon's steaming cum.

"So, uh, Tai," Agumon finally said between pants, belly heaving. "You wanna do that again soon?"

Tai let out a long groan that ended in a wheeze. Then, a soft laugh. "Yeah, buddy," he said breathlessly. "Whenever you want."

[(Anonymous)]

So, I debated quite a lot with myself about submitting a prompt last time you did this, and missed my chance, so I'll seize it this time.

I'm going out on a bit of a limb, since I don't know if you're familiar with Bleach, but I'd love it if you did something with Ichigo and his Inner Hollow/Zangetsu, maybe with Zangetsu in his more lizard-like initial form. Could be a different way their canon fight for who's gonna be King goes down.

If you have no interest in Bleach, a continuation of 'Digi-Egg of Courage' with Davis exploring the wonders of his new digi-dicks would be amazing as well.

That Wolf-link and Ganon fanfic

[(Anonymous)]

Wolf-link amd Ganon are camping at night when a blood moon emerge and have a effect on Wolf-link, the blood moon transform Wolf-link into a more monster and bigger then ganon, and ganon really like how he look and he please him to not miss this chance.

Kink - Hyper sheath, Sheath play, Hyper balls, Hyper cock, size different, Musk.

[(Anonymous)]

dragalia lost size kink and cock worship with thor wrecking valyx?
i saw some hot art and can't get it out of my head

Chemical Sense for the New Apocalypse

[(Anonymous)]

Alright, so I don't know if this counts for the no OC rule, but Chemical Sense has been one of my favourite stories of yours for a while and I would absolutely love to see what happens after they move to the desert. I think it would be sweet to see what kind of changes/effects the irradiated desert have on Ash and Boss. I can kind of see Ash doing things (maybe experimenting with radiation or other tranformatives (but that gets into a different sort of genre) (under the Boss's supervision of course)) to make his body more durable/able to have sex with the boss more frequently (but not less painfully, maybe more).

Obviously kinks would be the size difference, painful sex, rough sex, and dom/sub from the original.
I think other kinks that could go with would be cockwarming and/or cockhanging, ans anal gaping/prolapse (which were in the original now that I think about it lol).

Many of the other kinks that I can think of I know you don't particularly like but I'm interested to see where you would want to take it.

teen wolf pack scene

[(Anonymous)]

You haven't written for Teen Wolf in a while, but werewolves are king so here you go.

Maybe a scene of Stiles interacting with a few pack members (anywhere from 2 to everyone) in a gangbang scene. Watersports for bonus points. Breeding/"cunt" references encouraged but not necessary.

Regardless of whether this prompt catches your interest, thanks for all the awesome stories over the years.

[(Anonymous)]

Well, missed my chance last time, but hopefully I'm more on top of things this time and its an idea that would at least appeal to you. A Ocarina of Time story with Link in the Water Temple and winding up getting on the losing end of his fight with Morpha. I've always been curious to see you take on Morpha having its way with Link, pumping him full of its essence and making him all swollen and distended, maybe even somehow breeding with him for the irony of a hero meant to fight monsters inadvertently winding up making more of them.

Doesn't necessarily have to include all of that. Just curious to see your take on an encounter between the two of them.

Re: That Wolf-link and Ganon fanfic

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Their travels took them out past the grasslands, where the grass shrunk into coarse scrubgrass, and then past that to a land of rolling dunes dotted with crumbling ruins, built by an unknown hand. The stars shone large and strange in the sky, lighting the night with a strange purple hue. And then, past that, they entered a dry wasteland of cracked sand and burning sun before they finally reached the end of the world: a long, winding coast on the shore of a great sea of blackness, after which nothing could be seen.

It creeped Link out. His services as a guide, this far out, were useless; he'd only ever scrabbled among the desert ruins, and never traveled much beyond that. The sky was strange here, peeling back to reveal some deeper curse of the dark world, and he had felt it beating down on him in time with the harsher and harsher light. Ganondorf felt nothing, to the extent that Link could even communicate the concept. Maybe it was the Moon Pearl still clasped at his throat, or maybe it was simply the aura of power he exuded; he felt nothing.

When they set up camp on the shore, that night, the moon rose off its usual position, directly off the coast, enormous and blood red. There was a tension there, a pressure pouring into him, and Link snarled and snapped, thrashing in their tent, until he burst out with a spray of shredded fabric, body writhing as he stared up at the moon. Ganondorf followed him out, perhap worried; Link only had mind for the moon above, its rays bearing down, sinking into his body with the bloody red light.

He howled, baying up at the moon, and his body was filled with a frenzied energy: heat rippled up his spine making his coat bush out. He lashed his head back and forth, spine cracking and popping. His paws bit into the dry sand, clawing out great furrows, and it was only Ganondorf appearing in his vision that made him realize: his body was growing. His tongue lolled from his mouth as he panted out froth, a mix of pleasure and pain racing through him as his joints popped and shifted, tendons sliding over bone as his muscles bunched and flexed, growing broader, bulkier, huger. His mane grew into a shaggy mess, spilling down his back, and with a stinging crack he felt his forehead split as a pair of pointed horns budded from his skull, their sharp tips angled forward like a bull's horns.

"You alright?" Ganondorf said, but Link was beyond language. He snapped at the touch on his flank, Ganondorf looking so much smaller than usual -- Link had been a big wolf, but he had still only been up to Ganondorf's waist. Now they were nearly shoulder-to-shoulder, Link's head at chest height. At Link's snarl, a grin flitted over his face. "Have it that way, then," he said, and darted in, head low, to wrap his arms around Link's chest and bodily swing him up into the air, tossing him onto his back. Link landed with a shocked yelp, paws flailing in the air, and Ganondorf settled down into a brawling posture, legs low, arms up.

"Cursed moon, eh?" he said conversationally, as he dodged another one of Link's lunges. "Don't worry about me," he said with a laugh. "I can do this all night."

It wasn't that Link wanted to fight, exactly. There was a burning heat inside him, a fierce kind of joy, a frenzy bestowed upon him by the moon. Their fight was more like a play; Link didn't go for biting down on Ganondorf's neck, even though there were a few times he could've managed it. Still, he scored several scrapes across Ganondorf's sides, leaving his bare body thinly bleeding across his chest and sides. He didn't go for his dick, even though it was out, heavy and flopping around at first, a perfect target. But like any kind of exertion, Ganondorf fighting got him hard, and the hot scent in the air, sweat and sex, had Link's body responding. Their bodies clashed, Ganondorf's cock sliding along his underbelly, Ganondorf's leg catching on his bulging sheath and coming back with a smear of slimy pre all across his hairy thigh. Link's balls jostled beneath him, his heavy sac sagging deeper, brushing the ground as he darted forward and jerked back, and each brush sent a wash of pleasure through him, pressure and contact, making his aching balls churn, sending another spill of slime gushing from his cocktip.

Ganondorf let out a croon of appreciation, gaze swinging down to Link's swollen sheath, to the speartip spike of his unsheathing cock, and his wrestling strategies took on a new goal. He pressed their bodies together, suplexing Link onto his back again only to straddle him, a hand reaching back to slide along Link's enormous wolfcock. Riding along Link's underbelly, as he bucked and snarled, half trying to toss him off, half simply grinding his unsheathing dick up Ganondorf's back.

Body grown huge from the moon's light, his cock was no different. What was usually a solid, bulky length, shaft as thick as one of Ganondorf's brawny forearms, was now something immense and monstrous: shaft broader than one of Ganondorf's hugely-muscled legs, length no longer spilling up Ganondorf's back but spanning it entirely, with his sharp cocktip gushing pre across the back of his neck as his shaft slopped across his increasingly glazed skin.

Link tossed him off, rolling back to his feet, and Ganondorf remained sprawled on the ground, gaze hungrily staring at Link's cock. Link lunged for him, snapping at the gleaming Moon Pearl nestled in the hollow of his neck, and Ganondorf deflected the blow with a hand, fingers curling around his snarling muzzle.

"Oh?" he said. "Have you been aiming for that this whole time? Eager to see if this body can take more of Ganon's cock?" The thought hadn't even occurred to Link, but now that it had, a fresh spike of desire burst through him, cock sloppily gushing watery pre into the dry sand. Ganondorf laughed. "Well, call me selfish, but--" He parried the next snap again, sliding his body beanth Link in a tangle of limbs, and licked a messy line all down the immense length of his cock, both arms curling around its bulk in a bear-hug. His face was shoved down against Link's straining sheath, his own cock sliding across Link's cocktip, and he hungrily licked across Link's cockroot, keeping him anchored in place with his grasp around his shaft.

Link snarled, hips jerking back, fucking forward, sending his pre-slick shaft pumping through the sloppy hold of Ganondorf's arms, and sending the fat, furry lip of his swollen sheath pounding against his head. Ganondorf groaned, arching up to rut his entire body along Link's cock, nose scraping along his shallowly-engorged knot as he hungrily gulped down runny mouthfuls of sheathfluid, tongue sliding along the junction where the raw flesh of his cock slid from his fuzzy sheath. Link thrust again, fucking his cock along Ganondorf's body, and this time he bore down, sheath folding over itself when it rammed into Ganondorf's head, until with a wet, meaty slurp it spilled over, sinking Ganondorf's head inside his sheath, pinning his face against the sunken bulk of his knot. Link howled, cock twitching as he sprayed a stream of pre out past them, forming a dark line in the sand, and Ganondorf groaned against his knot, vibration buzzing as he reached up, head-and-neck swallowed up inside Link's bloated sheath, and stroked his arms around the base of Link's cock, wetly jerking him off as he panted and groaned inside his sheath, voice wet and clotted as clotted sheathfluid and fresh pre gurgled down into his sheath, flooding it, utterly soaking him in rank, musky wolf pre. Cords of slime drizzled down his shaggy mane of hair, bunched and matted as Ganondorf twisted his head inside his sheath, smearing his face against Link's knot and churning his pre up into a thick, frothy cream. Dollops of thick, opaque ooze squirted out, down his neck and over his muscular chest. Link's cock thudded solidly against him before pulling away, leaving thick, syrupy lines webbed between them.

Link's knot surged, swelling fatter, and it was with a deep, guttural squelch that the heavy flesh peeled free, spitting Ganondorf's head out into the open along with the steaming bulk of Link's knot, bigger and broader than Ganondorf's entire head, even turgid. Link panted, drooling down into the sand, and Ganondorf bodily climbed up his cock, rearranging himself to sprawl on his ass before him, legs bracketing Link's forepaws.

"Hope you won't bite me now," Ganondorf panted, chiseled stomach flexing as he sat up enough to press a slimy kiss to Link's frothy lips. He curled one hand around Link's cocktip -- the cocktip itself bigger than Ganondorf's own huge, heavy cock -- and guided it down, sliding it past his balls to nock into his hungry asshole. He braced hands and feet on the ground, doing a back brace, and fucked himself down onto Link's cock with a roar: asshole spreading wide as he was speared open by Link's enormous cock. "Fuck," he groaned, "Fuck, yeah, more," he said, fucking himself down on Link's cock, entire body nearly flung up into the air when Link rutted forward, violently sheathing a foot-or-so of cock into him in a single thrust. Ganon was well experienced with taking enormous cocks, and his well-trained guts opened easily, letting Link sink deeper and deeper, even as his asshole stretched more and more. Pre lubed his guts, each heavy, slobbery spray gurgling inside him, squirting out when Link drove forward again, battle-lust entirely transmuted into the heady, overwhelming need to fuck, to breed.

Link panted, fucking into Ganondorf in short, sharp thrusts, growling down at him, adding a spray of drool to the slimy mess painted across his face. Ganondorf's stomach surged, Link's cocktip jabbing at him from beneath, and he groaned and sagged back, relaxing his muscles to let Link stretch him further: hairy stomach swelling out in a bulging spike as the wolfcock rearranged his guts, tugging them out of place as Link sunk his huge, leg-thick cock deeper and deeper inside him, until the swollen mound folded over Ganondorf's ribs, forming a warped pillar pinning him in place with his own body.

Link's half-swollen knot slammed against his ass with the force of a blow, a battering-ram trying to breach the gates, and even Ganondorf's well-trained ass strained to envelop its shuddering, swelling bulk. The ridge of his asshole, bruised and bloated, flesh heavy and pulpy, yawned open, wider and wider, until with a deep, sucking slurp it slammed inside him, absolutely crushing his prostate and milking out a slimy splatter of cum across Link's underbelly as Ganondorf writhed and yowled, chest heaving as he gasped for breath. Link knotted him with a howl, knot surging fatter and fatter as he erupted with a heavy plume of thin, watery wolfcum inside him. He came a lot usually, wet gushes lasting for a half-hour, but now it was so much more: barrelfulls of cum from his oversized balls pumping unceasingly into Ganondorf's guts, stretching them out and softening his belly, smoothing out the brutal spike of Link's cock.

"Yes, yes!" Ganondorf howled, fists pounding the sodden sand. "Fuck me! Use me!" Link howled up at themoon, body jerking in a frenzy of mating, as he pissed out a continual spray of wolfcum into the man.

Ganondorf was maybe less eager after the first hour. They discovered, bodies locked in a clumsy, eager mating, that Link's knot wouldn't fully go down: he went half-hard, cock still sunk deep inside Ganondorf's bloated body. Soft enough for his heavy, watery load start to burble out around Link's spongy knot, but not soft enough for Ganondorf's guts to spit it out. Link snarled over him, rutting again, and his cock -- and knot -- surged to full hardness as he bred him again, and again, and again, until only with the first rays of dawn light the moon's frenzy started to fade, letting Link's exhausted body slowly shrink down, cock slipping from Ganondorf's gaped, wrecked hole and leaving him unplugged: hairy stomach bloated out in an obscene parody of pregnancy, cum gurgling through his guts as a continual waterfall gushed from his broken, bruised asshole.

They both collapsed, naked and cum-smeared, and slept in the dawn light.

[(Anonymous)]

Rocket Raccoon getting his prostate and balls brutalized from the inside by goo shenanigans when he’s a new host for a Venom symbionte

[(Anonymous)]

Followup to the Digiegg story, Davis exploring his new anatomy and the other physiological changes that come with partially being a digital organism. Some slit play stuff with Davis taking for once.

Maybe some sounding stuff with his partner if the size difference can be made to work- fucking raidramon's cock(s) with his and getting his new plumbing flooded with digi-seed instead of his guts for once.
A particular scene I'd like to see is one cock being left untouched and whatever's going in one cock coming out another, being routed through the vesicles and prostate in the process. Like the Digi-cum, or maybe sounding beads or something, in one cock out the other.

[(Anonymous)]

Hulk x rocket raccoon

Glory hole rocket raccoon wants to try one out. Hulk loves it so much that he asks rocket to join him everywhere he goes. Now rocket is now strapped to the Hulk fucking him nonstop.

[(Anonymous)]

Absolutely incredible, thank you so much! I really like cartoonish macro/micro stories, so I'm very grateful that you went outside your comfort zone.

Also, I'm just completely in love with the image you've created of this alternate version of Digimon where the all kids (being, after all, mostly horny teenagers at an age to explore their sexuality) are, every one of them, having sex with their Digimon partners. They're doing their best to keep quiet about it, for the younger kids' sake if nothing else, but it's just an inevitability that they all eventually fall into bed with their partners. (Joe holds out for a while because it's very important to use a condom, and he can't find any! Izzy is doing a lot of this kind of research for everyone. Matt is probably very glad that TK has Angemon for a partner.)

Anyway, thank you again! This is just absolutely perfect.

[xax]

Davis squirmed in his seat. He was leaking. His new vent, or pussy, or whatever, was always mounded out from the bulk of his twin digi-dicks inside it, giving him a bigger bulge than when he'd had a normal dick. Every time he shifted in his seat he could feel the thick spines of his shafts digging into each other, sending a hot pulse of pleasure each time they rasped along each others' lengths. When he clenched his thighs, it squeezed down on his vent, making his dicks throb. His balls, internal now, formed dense, heavy swells inside him, and the pressure made them shudder and burn, oozing thick cum up through his internal passages.

Internal muscles shuddered, pushing wet pulses of heavy pre through his restructured anatony, ending with a slick wet burble as excess pre spilled out over his lips, soaking into his underwear.

By the time school ended Davis was a flushed mess. He nearly came just from the jostle of the school bus home: bulging taint shuddering with each bump the bus hit, until his underwear was overtly tented by the half-unsheathed bulk of his twin dicks.

If this was how Veemon felt all the time, no wonder the little guy wanted to fuck so much.

When Davis got back to his room he closed the door and sagged against it with a sigh, hands going down to peel his shorts away from his slimy skin. His cocks unsheathed with a squelch, squirting out blue-tinged fluid onto the carpet, followed by heavy, glossy streams of slime burbling out of him, pouring over his flushed lips and swaying between his thighs. His twin cocks throbbed in time with his heartbeat, each one drizzling out fresh pre down its spiny length, entirely cocooning his lengths in a layer of sluggishly-flowing slime. He let out a groan, half needy, half frustrated.

Veemon hopped out of his backpack and got to work. He tugged Davis down on his knees, legs spread to splay his lips wide, letting soft internal flesh wetly mound out against the root of his cocks, and Veemon clambered up, his own vent swollen and heavy as his dicks peeked out. Veemon ground their lips together with a squeaking groan, until his unsheathing cocktips caught against Davis' puffy lips, and then he arched forward, sinking his cocks into Davis' pussy. Uh, vent.

"Veemon," Davis squeaked, holding back a shaky groan as Veemon's nubby barbs plucked along his inner walls. "My mom is home!" Veemon's only response was a whine, hips jolting forward to mash their vents together with a wet slap as his cocks fully unsheathed inside Davis, adding Veemon's own silty pre to the sloppy mess squirting out between Davis' flushed lips.

Davis' own dicks were pinned between them, unsteadily gushing pre over Veemon's belly as the tiny digimon fucked into him. Each thrust pulled back with a gush of mingled fluids, drooping down Veemon's cocks in heavy arcs, and when he thrust again the webs collapsed into frothy cords, splattering across Davis' thighs.

They were both so pent up after the day that they hardly managed a minute. Veemon fucked Davis into a messy eruption, pale cyan cum spraying asymmetrically up Davis' chest as his cocks erupted, and his tight clench got Veemon off a half-thrust later, the digimon crooning as he sprayed his load into Davis' pussy, filling him until he overflowed. A thick burble of slimy cum gurgled out of him, slurping out of his overstuffed hole as Veemon sluggishly stirred his gushing cocks inside him, drawing out his orgasm into a minute-long release that left them both drenched and dripping, puddled slime soaking into the carpet beneath.

So, that was day three of having a digi-dick.

His prostate was triple-sized and constantly aching. His new knot was jammed up against it when he was fully soft, which usually meant that he didn't stay fully soft for long. Walking squeezed them together, like milking his cock through his fist, and he could follow the slow trickle of pre as it flooded his internal passages and spilled out into his vent, slowly painting his inner walls wetter and wetter until he started leaking.

They snuck away into the digital world after school, mostly so Flamedramon could get a chance to fuck him too. Veemon had been the one eager to fuck all the time, and now that Davis' sex drive had been turbocharged by his transformation, he was taking every opportunity they had to have sex. Davis' vent wasn't actually that big, and he couldn't take both of Flamedramon's dicks in it -- yet -- so Flamedramon sat him on his lap, one cock stabbing up between his asscheeks, the other splaying his vent lips wide as it sawed into him. Davis whined, shuddering, and his twin digi-cocks squirted out glossy ribbons of cum while Flamedramon fucked him, glazing Flamedramon's chest in sloppy rivers. Flamedramon hilted inside him, cocks stirring around inside Davis' altered anatomy, and he came with a roar, gushing thick streamers of hot cum until Davis felt bloated, stomach swollen out into a sloshing paunch.

When Flamedramon pulled out, Davis felt cored-out, inner walls stretched and burning, still feeling the phantom-imprint of Flamedramon's shafts pumping inside him. He reached down, slipping two fingers into his vent alongside his cocks, and then lower to sink into his gaped asshole, feeling the sluggish flood of cum gurgling out of him around his fingers.

"Ready to go again?" Flamedramon asked, cocks hard again, fresh pre pushing out the final slimy ribbons of cum from his enormous dicks. Davis just groaned. Letting Veemon know they could fuck, he'd made a monster. There was a rush of wind and the crackle of lightning, and then Raidramon was there, his own monstrous cocks hanging down from his haunches, drooling cyan pre. "Ready?" He asked, and Davis groaned again, even as his own cocks twitched and surged, fattening out from the heady smell: ozone and musk, hot and spicy. It brought him back to, well. When he'd gotten these dicks.

"Lemme, uh," Davis said, rolling to his knees, flushing as that shifted the mess of cum inside him. A slobbery mix of Veemon and Flamedramon's cum squirted out of him, gurgling between his lips, and he clenched his gaped asshole, feeling cum sluice down his guts and form a sloshing lake just behind his bulging asshole. The muscle spasmed and he squirted out a heavy spray of digicum, ass and vent both, splattering across his thighs in a slimy mess. "Lemme go," he said, grasping across Raidramon's enormous cocks. "Lemme fuck your vent, uh, I guess...?"

Raidramon leered at him, cocks drooling. "Anything you want," he said, and rolled over on his side, baring his underbelly and the enormous span of his cocks. They twitched, and a little arc of lightning buzzed up between them, dancing across his spines. Davis swallowed heavily.

He still couldn't believe he'd had both of them inside him. He reached forward, grasping ahold of one immense, club-like dick, feeling its spines and barbs rasp against his palm. Raidramon let out a pleased whuff, cock shuddering and letting loose a spill of pre all across his hands, heavy and musky. Davis followed the flow up, fingers circling around Raidramon's cocktip, feeling his cockhole clench and spread with each gush of pre. Davis slid a fingertip across the tip, pressing down gently, and was a little shocked when his fingertip caught on the hole, pressing inside easily. He stared down: dark purple flesh stretched out around his fingertip, smooth and slick on the inside as he experimentally twisted his finger around, pushing it back and forth. Raidramon let out a groan, hips lazily pumping, and the added pressure bent the immense spongy length of his cock, pulling Davis' fingertip with a rubbery spang.

Davis grabbed his cocktip again, staring down. He sunk a fingertip inside again, intentionally this time, shallowly pushing deeper, deeper, until he'd sunk his entire finger down Raidramon's cockslit. Pre burbled out over his knuckles. "Raidramon, uh," Davis said, his own cocks straining, jutting out from his crotch in a taut arch. "Can I, um, have sex, uh, fuck, your dick?"

Raidramon raised his head, giving him a lazy blink. "Yes."

Raidramon was a lot more tactiturn than Flamedramon or Veemon, but Davis still thought more of a response was warrented. "Really?!"

"Yes," Raidramon repeated.

Raidramon wasn't that stretchy. One finger was easy, two was tight. Davis' new dicks definitely wouldn't fit. But... he arched up, hauling Raidramon's cocks into his lap. He smeared them together, tethering them together with thick cords of slimy pre, and then he rutted up, his right cocktip sliding across Raidramon's lower cock, using his fingers to guide it up against his spreading hole. Raidramon was tight: cock a hot, slick clench as he grabbed it with both hands, keeping it in line as he hunched forward, awkwardly humping down to cram his cocktip deeper into Raidramon's shaft. The head slurped in, displacing a slimy swell of ooze, and then Davis humped deeper, deeper, thighs straining, cock surging. He gasped from the heat, wrapped tight around his shaft, as he sawed his way deeper, until with a wet splat his vent pressed against Raidramon's cocktip. He felt giddy: body flushed with heat, barbs pinned tight inside Raidramon's clenching shaft, each throb of their conjoined cock sending a burst of pleasure through him, like fireworks. "Raidramonnnn," he slurred drunkenly, knees skidding through the dirt as he clumsily tugged back and fucked forward.

Raidramon's cocks were like three feet long. Even with his altered dicks being... real big, he was hardly pushing down past Raidramon's cockhead. He had to keep both hands wrapped around Raidramon's spiny, finned shaft to keep his dick from simply slipping out the instant Raidramon's shaft lurched to the side. Raidramon crooned, cock lurching as Davis wrestled with it, and an eruption of pre surged up his length, crashing into Davis' cock and squirting out in every direction like a fountain: glazing Davis' front, splattering into his open mouth, utterly flooding his vent.

Davis groaned, arching forward, fucking himself on Raidramon's cock as much as he was fucking deeper into it -- His vent splayed wider as Raidramon's cocktip sunk between his lips, swallowing deeper down his length until his cocktip heavily thudded into Davis' still-sunken knot. Davis stared down: one of his cocks (half his cock?) swallowed up entirely by Raidramon's shaft, just the cocktip spreading his vent just as much as Flamedramon's entire cock had. He groaned, hips working, hands pumping across Raidramon's cock, and when it surged again, nearly leaping out of his hands, the eruption of pre blasted out across his inner walls, flooding his vent and spilling out in heavy gurgles.

But, clamped tighter inside him -- Davis let out a shocked inhale as some measure of Raidramon's blast squirted up his cock, burning as it pumped backwards inside him. Raidramon's pulse ended and he could feel the double-volume spray, his cock gushing a mix of his pre and Raidramon's back into Raidramon's shaft. Davis gasped, breathing hard, and unsteadily rutted forward, cock immersed in soupy slimy, frothy bubbles of ooze splurting out of his gaped vent. Raidramon pulsed again, and again, and Davis' cocktip... spread, parting open as more and more pre got injected into it, until there was a constant current: Raidramon's implacable spray gurgling down his shaft, building up into a heavy, sloshing weight somewhere inside him, only for the pressure to ebb enough that his dick could start spraying their mingled issue back out again -- but before he could finish ejecting the last of Raidramon's heavy, electrified pre, Raidramon shot out another pulse, pumping even more into him. Davis groaned, untended cock leaking steadily as he focused more and more on the burning, electric rhythm of them exchanging pre back and forth. Slime surged deeper inside him, forming a dense froth that swilled inside his reshaped anatomy, barely able to spill out between Raidramon's increasingly-heavy gushes of pre. His untended cock, lolling across his stomach, gushed out the excess continually, glazing his stomach in an electrified pour.

Davis whined, gasping harder and harder, heat building inside him hotter and hotter, until with a shaky yell he came: cum squirting out of his left cock in heavy bolts, but in his right, the spray went backwards, cock gulping down more and more of Raidramon's pre, letting it build and build inside his aching prostate until it felt like an enormous rubbery water balloon: heavy and stiff, swollen to bursting.

Then Raidramon came. Davis had been tugging and stroking on his cock all the while, coaxing him forward. His whole length rippled, the pressure increasing, and Davis let out a shaky whine as Raidramon's hot, electrified load burst down into him, overflowing his prostate in an instant. He yelled at the sky, body jerking clumsily as some final internal wall was overpowered, and then hosing out of his left cock, along with the dregs of his load, was a wash of Raidramon's cum: squirting high in a pressurized spray, splattering down across the both of them in pulse after pulse. Davis howled as his inner passages took the brunt of the eruption: stretched wide in blast after blast of cum, pumping down his cock, past his aching knot, to swill inside his prostate for a shuddering pulse, before the pressure found the only exit available: racing up his other cock to fountain into the air in a wash of blue-tinged cum. Davis took Raidramon's load, the sensations overwhelming: cocks burning, prostate throbbing, as he took and redirected each pulse.

Davis collapsed backwards, cock pulling free from Raidramon's cock with a final squelch, leaving both his cocks weakly spraying Raidramon's load all over himself before the pressure abated, turning the heavy spray into a slow drool. Raidramon's twin cocks, uncapped, gushed out the last of his load all over Davis' front, utterly immersing him in a soupy sea of his blue-tinged digicum.

Davis reached down, pressing against his taint, milking out a final wet spray of pent-up cum, hosing out of him in long, pissing squirts, before he collapsed fully, gasping, prostate burning.

Possible prompts

[(Anonymous)]

So I have two possible prompts not sure which would be better.
The first is a D&D human adventurer getting captured by a solitary lizardfolk and subsequently railed buy him. Could have lizard dicks, transformation, really excessive cum, mind alteration, and magic.
The second takes place in Chakra Contamination and deals with Sasuke having to deal with his brand new feline penis that he’s gotten from his clan summons. Some stuff might be hyper, sheath play, barb play, excessive cum, and musk.

Re: Possible prompts

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Just thought of a third, sorry for not including it in the prior message.
After their first Biomerge Takato ends up with some drastic changes between his legs and needs some help from Guilmon to get used to his new anatomy.