let it leave me like a long breath

The materia box turned up a [Long Range], two [Counter Attack], and one softly-glowing lavender materia that none of them could identify. Barret held it in his hand, peering at it suspiciously, before Cloud snatched it out of his hand and easily fitting it into the spare slot in his bangle. His expression took on the slightly-unfocused gaze that accompanied attempting to probe out a materia's effects.

"Huh," he said, after a few seconds. "No idea."

Barret let out a guffaw. "Fancy SOLIDER no better than the rest of us, huh?"

Cloud shrugged. "There are materia with specialized purposes, but there aren't really any with negative effects, so you might as well slot it and wait and see. Worst case scenario, you can't figure it out and we gotta get it appraised. Might be something useless like [Chocobo Lure], though."

---

Some time went on. The raid on the ShinRa materia-storage facility became just another detour in their travels.

Something, Red noticed, had changed, though. Cloud smelled... much better. Much more attractive. It started as something faint, almost floral, and then deepened over the next week into a heavy, rich tang, spicy and almost bloody. At the same time, well. Red hadn't wanted to mention it at first, but he had noticed how Cloud had been staring at him. It wasn't that unusual; he was the only member of the group to go around fully naked. His sheath and balls were usually shrouded in fur, shaggy spikes obscuring the sheer heft of it between his haunches, but his sac was bulky and huge, swaying heavily beneath him; his sheath was a fat, broad tube that spanned halfway up his belly, and Red wasn't interested in going out of his way to hide any part of him. Cloud had been... curious, maybe. But the looks only got more and more intense, more obvious, and finally started to be timed with a sharp increase in his scent, reeking so much Red spent all night with Cloud's heady scent in his nose and woke with a heavy, dripping erection. He had to do something about it.

"I've determined what your unknown materia does," Red said to Cloud, alone one evening. Cloud was affecting stoicism, even with how his scent fluttered and spiked as Red padded close. Cloud was flushed, blood pumping fast and hot, scent flying off him in waves.

"Oh?" Cloud said.

Red curled his lips up into a smirk. "You've been feeling hot recently. Flushed. Your skin is softer and more pliable. You've had some difficulty focusing. You feel empty; you need something inside you. Am I wrong?"

"Uh," Cloud said. His scent was still increasing. Finally, Red gave into temptation and followed it: he nosed forward, snuffling across Cloud's outer thigh, sliding in to the mound of his dick. Cloud had been perpetually half-hard for weeks, and with Red's approach he'd firmed up, cock straining the front of his pants, bulging out obscenely. But that wasn't it. Red pressed beneath, between his thighs, half-shoving one of Cloud's legs over his shoulder as he snuffled and panted along the crack of Cloud's ass.

"It's a breeding materia," he said, voice rough. "Maybe for chocobos. Or maybe for anybody who wants to use you."

Red let himself unsheath, cock slurping out into the open with a stinging release after so long cramped up inside him. There was a wet splatter, backed-up pre spraying from his sheath, soaking the ground beneath him. His own scent increased, and Cloud stifled a groan, his eyes lurching up like they wanted to roll back in his head.

Red growled: "I've seen you looking at me. Before you even slotted that thing in. It's just made it more obvious. It's made you need me. A fat knot to plug you up and breed you through your heat."

"Red, I--" Cloud's voice was shaky, dazed. He was leaking. New glands inside him, swollen and puffy, squirting out slick, slimy fluid. Preparing him to be bred properly.

Red curled his lips back in a hungry smile. "No normal human could take my cock. Even some Mako-enhanced SOLIDER would struggle. But you-- you'll open yourself up wide and swallow my knot. Your body knows what it needs."

Red's cock unsheathed in lurches, a few inches of fat, barb-spiralled shaft spilling out at a time. Sliding across his underbelly, leaving behind slimy trails, as more and more dropped out of him. It spread his haunches, making him have to widen his gait. His balls churned, smacking against his thighs, and the next spurt of pre shot between his forelegs, splattering against Cloud's calves and soaking through the fabric of his pants. Cloud let out a shaky moan, staring down at him.

"I need..." he started, voice trailing off.

"You need to be bred," Red said.

"I need to be bred," Cloud repeated, eyes cloudy, face flushed.

"You need my knot locked in your ass."

"I need your knot," Cloud said. He clenched his thighs, squeezing the bulk of his trapped dick, and let out a soft groan. Red's knot caught against the lip of his sheath, making the entire thing swell and shudder, before it burst out into the open with a messy spray of slime. Red's cocktip bobbed between his forelegs, cock spanning the full length across his stomach.

"Present yourself to be bred", Red said.

Cloud just dropped to his knees, slumping forward off his seat, and Red leaned in, paws on Cloud's thighs, to messily kiss him. He opened his muzzle wide across his face and shoved his slavering tongue into Cloud's unresisting mouth. Cloud groaned, throat working as he gulped down a mouthful of Red's slimy drool, and Red probed deeper, the sloppy muscle of his tongue shoving down cloud's throat, stopping his breath, making him gurgle and choke, slobbering around Red's tongue. Red growled, hungry, and messily throatfucked Cloud with his tongue, letting Cloud's mouth overflow with spit and phelgm, bursting in sloppy bubble over his lips and spilling down his chest. Cloud rocked into the touch, hands curling around Red's shoulders, shaky needy noises buzzing around Red's tongue.

Red pulled back, after a while. His tongue lazily lapped across his lips, cleaning up the mess of froth, while Cloud knelt there, dazed, mouth open and drooling, frothy slobber overflowing his flushed, bruised lips and spilling down his heaving chest. He was hard in his pants, cock a fat lump, but it was nothing compared to the titanic club jutting out from Red's sheath, cocktip jutting just between his forelegs, nearly scraping the ground from the drag of its own weight. Red flexed his cock, smacking it up against his chest, and the splatter of pre painted Cloud from neck to thigh, soaking through his clothes in a slimy wash of thin, oily pre.

Cloud's eyes fluttered shut, and his whole body jerked. He inhaled deeply, drinking in Red's scent. A needy whine ripped up his throat. He came in his pants: bulge shuddering, hips jerking, his load slowly seeping through the fabric as he convulsed.

Red snarled, lip curling up. "Hands and knees," he demanded, and Cloud scrambled, twisting around to present his ass. Red chuckled, the sound a low snarl, and jerked forward: teeth closing on the band of Cloud's belt, the sharp snap slicing through the leather. He jerked back, cloth in his mouth, and the seat of Cloud's pants tore away with a loud rip, leaving a messy wedge of fabric draped down his thighs, ass bare. He was already slick, pink hole weakly pulsing, fluttering open in his body's response to the heady reek of red's rut. his taut ballsac was on display, already smeared with his own load, and as Red watched, Cloud's fluttering hole winked, drizzling out a spurt of slick, clear liquid, oozing down the curve of his ass and forming a syrupy cord hanging from his sac.

Red surged forward and mounted him, rough. His paws slammed Cloud's shoulders to the ground, face mashed to the floor, and his cocktip sawed across his asscheeks, sliding up, catching some of Cloud's slick fluid across his shaft, smearing over his barbs, before he drew back and thrust again: pointed cocktip catching on the flushed lips of Cloud's asshole and bashing it open wide, slamming his giant, animal cock into Cloud's fertile body.

Cloud keened, a sharp cry bursting from his lips, and before Red could even slam the full length of his cock inside Cloud was cumming again, cock erupting in a messy splatter of cum beneath them. His asshole shuddered, inner walls squeezing and spreading, needily stroking Red's shaft. Red jerked forward, half his shaft sunk inside, and then back -- Cloud yowled as his barbs tore stinging furrows across his soft flesh -- and then, hindpaws dancing forward, he plunged himself in down to the knot, smacking rubbery and heavy against Cloud's straining hole. Red growled in Cloud's ear, draped over his body: forepaws on his shoulders, massive sac spilling down Cloud's thighs.

Anyone else, this would've been impossible: like taking an arm bicep-deep with no prep. But Cloud's body had been reshaping itself for being bred for months. His guts opened up easily, sliding smoothly across Red's enormous animal cock. He huffed, panting across the side of Cloud's face, messily drooling. He jabbed back and forth, feeling out Cloud's body -- shaft stretching his stomach, tight and clenching. His guts unspooled, guiding Red's thrusts: up, against his ribcage, knocking the breath from Cloud's lungs with each thrust, or out, jabbing against the slack, rubbery flesh of his stomach, distending his belly out around Red's enormous club of a cock.

So stretchy because he was ready to be bred, to grow fat with a litter, and it was that thought more than anything else: Cloud fat and pregnant, belly swollen with Red's pups, brought forth a baying howl from his throat. He yapped and snarled, the thread of his control snapping as he sunk into the desire: breeding Cloud, pumping his altered body so full of cum that he grew fat and heavy with young. Chest milky, pups squirming inside his womb, ass open and ready for breeding after breeding, Cloud giving him litter after litter. Red howled, paws scratching down Cloud's sides, curling around his waist as Red hunched forward, a mindless dog needing to bury its knot, to dump its load. Cloud jolted beneath him with each thrust, face mashed flat to the ground, shaky sobs and whines ripped out of him as Red plowed violently into him, over and over.

Red's knot, turgid but already fattening, bashed against Cloud's asshole over and over. Pre squirted out around its loose socket, painting frothy lines over its raw red bulk. Which Red tore his dick back, Cloud gaped, hole looser and looser, ring folding over itself in a slimy pile, only for Red to slam in again, hindpaws straining, as he ground his growing knot against Cloud's hole, forcing it to yawn wider, wider, until with a final lurch Red bashed it inside: knot spreading his hole obscenely, smashed open wide, with the full bulk of his knot nestled in its rubbery grip, before he jerked forward again: burying his knot in Cloud's ass, hole slack and loose, blossoming open mashed against the coarse hair of Red's sheath.

Red howled, yapping up at the roof as his knot flexed and grew, barbs digging into Cloud's raw flesh and twisting. He erupted in a sharp plume of burning cum, washing deep into Cloud's guts and gurgling back down his shaft, collecting in a sloppy pool at the base of his shaft, dammed there by his growing knot. Red shot again and again, each burst of cum filling Cloud up more and more, heavy and sloshing. His belly, already warped around the club of Red's dick, started to soften: rounding out as the weight of cum inside him grew. Tightly knotted, Red's sharp spurts evened out into a steady pour, pissing out a continual stream of thin, watery cum. More and more, until Cloud already looked pregnant: round belly shuddering the sloppy gurgle of cum, sagging until it hit the floor and began to spread out, digging into the sides of Red's forepaws clamped around his waist. The thought of it just made Red cum more: breeding Cloud, knocking him up, all that cum fertilizing whatever materia-induced eggs he'd produced, breeding him a whole host of pups, more and more.

Red collapsed across Cloud's back, panting. Cloud made an excellent broodmare. Finding that [Fertility] materia had been the best thing that'd ever happened to them.

handclap emoji LET BOC BE HAPPY etc

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Boc was cursed. It was his nature as a demihuman. Half-beast, half-human. And the beast had a way of overriding.

He was in rut. Perpetually. His manhood was a disgusting, clublike mass of gnarled, discolored flesh. Patchy pink-purple, with the gristled ridges fading to a sickening yellow, a grublike white. The sing of pleasure when his sheath dragged across his thighs, swaying beneath him when he moved, made him feel disgusting. Bestial pleasures for a disgusting beast. A bestial implement, only suited for a mindless beast. It was impossible to sate, no matter how he tried: it was like he had an infinite source of foul issue inside him, thick and jellied, with congealed chunks, sloppy and oozing out of him in a gummy grey wash. He had tried ignoring it, but that just made it worse, leaving him perpetually erect and leaking, with stringy slime washing down his length, and if he ignored it long enough the spill of his own preseed was enough to bring him off again, leaving him spasming and writhing in the long grass, fur matted and stinking with his foul issue, any clothes he'd fitted to himself utterly ruined from the oily issue soaking in, discoloring the fabric, embedded with the rank stench.

When preparing himself to be of use to his master, he had to-- wring himself out, so to speak. So his disgusting manhood could hide itself away in his sheath, blissfully inert for the few minutes the master deigned to let him share his presence. That hurt, too: that his joy at being allowed to serve the Tarnished, serve who would certainly become the next Elden Lord, was tainted by the throb of his own arousal, shuddering to life the longer he contemplated the man: so noble of bearing, so powerful his body, beautiful, striking, noble. His cock would slither out, stiff and aching, and the joy of being useful, being good, would all wither away, choked out by raw, bestial lust. He was a beast at his core.

The Tarnished -- the Lord, his Lord, although it felt so presumptious to lay claim to any part of him -- had been by, resting for a moment, and then left, and in his wake even the faint smell of him, power and heat, blood and sweat, left Boc dazed, lust rising steady and implacable inside him. The touch of his fingers against his thighs was enough for his length to spill from his sheath, gleaming sickening in the light, slathered and dripping with his viscous, sludgy preseed. His balls churned, each lurch almost painful, beating hard against his thighs, just the lightest touch knocking the sense from his mind, leaving him shaking and panting, needy. Better to handle it now, before his Lord returned.

He disrobed and hid himself away in the bushes, both hands curling around his unsheathed club -- barely managing to circle its irregular, misshapen girth, two handspans nowhere near long enough to cover its length. His spindly arms were thinner around than its clublike girth. His sac pooled to the ground between his spread knees, soft pink flesh garish, balls lumpy and gnarled, curled over themselves in heavy furls. He could feel his issue seep through them, pumping through the dense tangle of cords inside his bloated sac, and as he stroked his shaft he could feel the slow pump grow faster, drawing forth thicker, slimier discharge from his oozing length. It squelched across his fingers, webbing in cords, soaking his fur to his skin. Naked, like this, it was impossible to distinguish him from any other beast: a mindless thing, hooting and panting, slaking its lusts in the bushes.

"Boc?"

Boc's eyes flew open, body tense, the wet squelch of his thrusts stopping. His Lord was there, by the campsite, and his gaze was turned to the shuddering bush in which Boc had hidden himself away in.

"Boc?" The Tarnished called again, stepping closer. "Are you alright?"

Only the fear of him drawing aside the branches and seeing him like this, squatting on his haunches, cock in hand, had Boc speak up, voice shaking and reedy: "M'lord, please-- please turn your eyes away. I couldn't bear it if you saw. I couldn't--" Boc's chest was heaving, lust and terror warring inside him, nightmarish cock still unsheathed and drooling, a touch away from spilling a fresh load into the steaming pile of slop he'd already milked out of him. No matter the situation, his body needed more, and even now, when it was going to ruin everything, his cock still refused to wilt even a fraction. If anything, it got harder: the Tarnished's body so close, noble gaze turned his way, muscles so clear under his garb. Boc yearned. "Please, leave me be."

The Tarnished just stepped closer, brow furrowed. Boc wailed, cock shuddering. Unthinking, he tried to cover himself, hide his length behind his arms, both hands cupping his bloated, sagging sac. His cock rippled, spitting out a sludgy cord of cum, a fat, squiggling worm that smeared across his biceps and spilled down his arms in a viscous roll of mucus, tethering itself to Boc's sodden fingers, still curled tight around his shaft.

"Master, please!" he begged, sobbing, and he squeezed his eyes shut, turning his head away, when he felt the branches before him move, pinned back by the Tarnished's majestic arm. There was a pause, everything still, only ending when Boc sobbed again, tears burning in his eyes. "M'lord, I'm sorry, I-- Please don't think poorly of me," he said, still unable to look. "I knew this day would come, when I-- when I wouldn't be able to hide down disgusting and ugly I truly am. I can only... beg forgiveness for misleading you." He was panting, body shaking with fear and misery, and his stubborn fucking cock was throbbing as hard as ever, sending a spill of clotted issue running down his slime-coated arms.

There was a thump in front of him, and a hand on his shoulder, and Boc startled back, nearly toppling backwards. "Boc," the Tarnished said, looking down at him. "Don't think of yourself like that."

"...What? M'lord, but," Boc said, stammering, cock still pulsing, halfway hidden behind his arms. "I..."

"Can I...?" the Tarnished said, and Boc's gaze was utterly uncomprehending, blankly staring, as he slowly moved his hand from Boc's shoulder to his pressed-together arms. His touch was hot on his elbow, bending his arm away from his shuddering shaft to reveal the full bulk of his monstrous, bestial manhood. His fingers slid over its misshapen surface, fingertips catching across his bulging knobs, and Boc let out a reedy sob, entire body convulsing as his cock spat out a fat, oozing glob of greyish seed.

"You can't, you'll just sully yourself--" Boc mumbled, shaky, as the Tarnished curled his hand as far as it would go around Boc's titanic shaft. His hand slid, up and down, stroking, and Boc's mumbles cut off in a reedy moan, back arching, hands falling entirely away from the giant club of his cock. The Tarnished leaned in closer, both hands cupping his length, stroking softly, and Boc writhed on the ground, panting out short, shaky noises.

"You should have said something," came his Lord's voice, low and steady, the same calm tone it had always had. Not disgusted or angry. "I think you're very sweet, and kind. And..." a pause, and when Boc stared at his Lord's face it had a sly smile across it. "This is quite the weapon you have here. I'm surprised you managed to conceal it for so long." His fingers gripped tighter, digging into the heavy gnarls across Boc's shaft, slurping over the banded ridges ringing his length. Boc howled, panting, hips jerking reflexively, and he erupted in an immense spume of seed, arcing right over his head and coming down heavily across the brush behind them with a patter like rainfall. And then again, and again, as the Tarnished kept stroking him off milking spurt after spurt of his thick, grimy issue out of him, in pressurized squirts. His cock kicked, the motion stronger than Boc's own legs, and it swayed wildly, slashing the next spurt in a wide arc, and Boc was horrified to see the tail of the arc catch the Tarnished across the jaw, leaving behind fat, sluglike globs of clumping seed. Thin slime separated from the thick ooze, spilling down his jaw like sweat, leaving a dense, waxy glob behind.

"So sorry," Boc panted, chest heaving. "It's vile, it's... I can't-- I'm cursed, I can't stop, it never stops."

The Tarnished lifted one hand off his shaft -- letting it crash down across Boc's narrow chest, soaking him in his own vile issue -- and brought it to his throat, where Boc's issue was clinging to him. He caught it across his hand, watching how it stretched and drooped between his fingers, and then--

Boc felt like he was in a dream, or a nightmare. His Lord lifted his hand to his lips. His tongue flitted out, catching across the dense, jelly-like glob of cum, and he lapped across his fingers, licking the whole gummy mass into his mouth. Then, easily, he leaned down, mouth open -- the stringy mess of cum still visible webbed across his teeth -- and licked up along Boc's length, lips and tongue so hot, so wet, like nothing Boc had ever even dared imagine. He wailed, cock thundering, and the Tarnished's mouth reached his cockhead right as he gushed again: the next eruption of cum caught him right in his face, sending thick, jelly-like cum splattering in all directions, smeared in globs all across his noble face, dotting his clothes. He opened wide, lips pursing around Boc's gnarled cocktip, and caught the rest of the spurt in his mouth. His cheeks bulged, excess burbling out over his lips in a thick grey wash, and then slowly, thickly, he swallowed, gulping once, twice, three times, before he'd swallowed the rest of the spurt.

"Master, your garments." Boc weakly plucked at his mantle, dazed, dizzy. Surely this couldn't be happening. "It'll stain if it sets in."

Unheeding of the mess, the Tarnished reached up with cum-slathered hands and shrugged off his mantle, tugging at the laces of his tunic, and cast the whole thing off, leaving him shirtless, kneeling over Boc's writhing form. He was-- impossible. Every muscle perfect, chiseled from rock, noble of form. Face smeared with cum, soaking his hair to his scalp. And he returned his hands to Boc's shaft, tugging and stroking, intently feeling across every gnarl and ridge, every fat fold of bloated flesh across Boc's nightmare of a cock.

"Boc," he said, leaning in again. "I think you're beautiful." He pressed a kiss to Boc's neck, and hardly had to move his head at all to kiss his cockhead, slick and wet, moaning as he opened wide and tried to suck the entire thing into his mouth.

Boc keened, hips jerking -- horrified as he jammed his cockhead sharply into the Tarnished's mouth, making him gurgle and gag. But the Tarnished just moaned, struggling to push himself deeper, letting Boc's lumpy cockhead bash against the back of his mouth again and again until he pulled back in a slobbery mess, lips and jaw dripping with spit-thinned slime, painting thick, greasy lines down his bare chest.

"You've been so helpful," the Tarnished said, wetly sucking across the heavy prongs of Boc's dick, just under his mottled cockhead. "And maybe the only nice person I've met since I was resurrected. I wanted to do something that would help you." He licked a wet stripe down Boc's length, all the features of his face lost under the thick smear of Boc's load, smeared across his face in a frothy mess, like eggwhites, like pudding. Clotted ooze dripped from the tip of his nose, splattering across Boc's shaft, and the Tarnished just leaned in and licked it up again, swallowing thickly. "If I thought you were hiding this away--," he said, and let out a wet chuckle, groaning as he slurped up more ooze from between Boc's petal-like bristles, lower on his length. "I would've done something the moment I saw you."

The Tarnished looked up at him: head entirely drenched in slime, like he'd been daubed with wax. His hands were busy at his waist, unlacing his trousers. "Cursed, you said? Unable to be sated?" He shoved his trousers down, boots awkwardly kicked off. Inwardly Boc screamed at the mistreatment of his vestiments, but-- in the moment, he was still just dazed, staring. Even the Tarnished's manhood was perfect: demure, noble, stiff and jutting out from his crotch as he stripped himself bare. "It's been very long since I've seen sated, too. Shall we see who lasts the longest?" He rose up on his knees, towering over Boc's form, and hauled the grotesque pillar of his cock forward, pinning it between his muscular thighs, letting it gush his foul issue against the curve of his ass. He slid down, bracing himself, and his head tipped back, moaning wantonly, as Boc's cocktip kissed against his asshole, gushing a fresh spray of rank, slimy preseed all across his bare skin.

"Oh, Boc," his Lord said, looking down at him with an eager grin. "You're perfect."