Excitin' Fightin'
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Sunday, May 13, 2018
Friday, April 20, 2018
Dragonling Transformation (commission)
Part of a new series of a fantasy world's inn manager who turns into a horny dragon girl. It was fun writing a capslock, kind of dense dragon goddess in Tiamat...
Gabe
was looking forward to his future. He was a young man with a good
head on his shoulders, a helpful attitude, and an eye for money. He
was never greedy or stingy, but he always knew how to save his gold
and what was a good price per pound. He just had a thing with
numbers. Armed with that, some careful loans, and some encouragement
from friends and family, he found himself at Hillside looking at his
simple building that would become his inn.
He
didn't know all the details, but the short of it was that Hillside
was a pioneer town at the outskirts of the human territories. It had
promise of growing, but now it was barely over a hundred people with
far fewer buildings. There was talk of being a place to rest for
adventurers and local patrols, and that meant they'd need a place to
stay. Gabriel had made sure to mention this in all of his pitches
when gathering funds for the place, and he had redone the math plenty
of times. He'd have the place paid off in a year and then it was
nothing but profits.
He
finally set foot inside the finished building with its wide bottom
floor and the smooth, fresh steps leading up to the rooms. He'd had
one modest one at the end of the hall as his own private room,
leaving the bigger ones for his guests rather than spoil himself. He
was taking final inventory when there came the little knock at the
front door. Knowing that the only people that would be here had their
own houses (or at least some wagons or tents until they finished
their cabins), he came back out of his stockroom to open it.
There
was a kobold there in a ragged hood of old cloth wrapped around it.
Her head barely reached his thighs if you counted the horns, and some
dull red coloration to her scaly skin. Gabe was puzzled, but not
concerned. Kobolds were a fairly harmless race for their size and
talents for mining, and they made common trading partners with
humans. Their talents for mining was one thing, but their native
reptilian language meant they could even establish trades with
dragons if they were around.
"May
I have a warm place tonight?" Gabe got the impression that
English came as a second language to her. Her high and gravelly voice
sounded a bit clipped and atonal, as if she had learned it from a
book or secondhand.
Gabe
didn't have much for a staff or food, but the place was naturally
sturdy enough to stay in. "Yea, come in in. You're my first
guest here," he said with a small chuckle. "It could still
use some paint here and there, but it's a start, right?"
The
kobold stepped in gingerly and nodded. "I don't have any for
money," she said with apprehension clear on her voice. Gabe
looked at her miserable expression and heard the wind howl past the
doorway. He pushed it shut and shrugged.
"Alright.
Then it's a promotion. You're literally my number one customer, so I
can make an exception." The kobold was delighted as he shared
some of his dinner with her and gave her one of the spare rooms. She
thanked him over and over, and even made the bed herself when she
woke up. With the sun back out, she gathered up her cloak again and
smiled at him.
"Very
generous," she said with a little bow. She dug around inside her
cloak for a moment before she produced a silver chain with a red ruby
embedded in the end. The calculating part of his mind kicked right
in. It was simple, but well-made. "Here. You can have."
"I
thought you didn't have any money," he said, but he was simply
surprised as he smirked and carefully took the pendant.
"Iss
not money," she said with a shrug. Her blank expression showed
it wasn't any sort of joke or trick on her part. "From my
family. You can make better use for it, right?"
"No,
definitely. I mean, if you're sure... then thanks." Gabe tucked
it into his pocket to have it properly appraised later as he waved
goodbye to his guest.
He
forgot about all about the pendant as he busied himself with his
work. He put out a help wanted sign for a cook and bartender, but he
could fill the roles for a while. He balanced his books, sent out
some mail, and put in an order for enough food to stock his kitchen.
By the time he was done running around and sorting things out, he
just went back to his bedroom and collapsed on the bed.
He
forgot to take his clothes off. He forgot about the amulet against
his chest. He certainly didn't notice when it started to throb with a
red light in the middle of the night until his stomach started to
itch. He did wake up when he instinctively scratched his stomach and
heard a leathery scraping sound.
Gabe
snapped awake and lifted up his shirt. He saw the amulet pulsing
slowly, acting as plenty of light for him to see the green rash
spreading across his abdomen. He fumbled for the lantern but his hand
came up short, scraping along the wood of his tabletop. It concerned
him enough to look at his hand and see that he was short one finger
and that claws were growing on those that were left. The green rash
was on either side of his hand and spreading slowly... at first.
"No!
No, no, what is this?!" Gabe grabbed at the pendant and tossed
it away, but the changes kept going. His chest ached and cracked as
his chest broadened but he actually seemed to be growing thinner. His
body stretched out until he was easily six feet tall, and he felt a
tingling in his hair as it seemed to slither around on his head. He
grabbed at it to feel the strands weaving together and forming a pair
of backward-swept horns at the center of his flat-topped head. He was
becoming a dragonborn! He had never met, but he knew about the
dragonborn, a race of distant relatives to them that were burly,
bipedal reptiles somewhere between kobolds and dragons, and he was
starting to look and feel the part as his mouth extended into a
proper muzzle.
His
limbs and body grew leaner until they suddenly tensed into tough
muscle, more practical and powerful than showy like a mammal would.
Much of his body fat was gone for the sleek reptilian shape, but then
he felt his skin beneath clothes start to ache. He hurried to remove
his pants, finding the true intention of the changes. He caught the
last of a shrinking sensation as his penis now was entirely gone, a
leathery green vagina in its place. A tail gladly popped out of his
shorts on the back end, which moves when he flexed his strangely taut
buttocks. Sure enough, the last of the changes came as his thin but
broad-shouldered body expanded outward, forming a pair of taut but
hefty featureless breasts like a pair scaly footballs.
"Why
am I a dragonborn!?" he demanded to the night. With a second
thought, he went for the real question. "Why am I a LADY
dragonborn!?"
He
let out a deep groan, making his nostrils twitch when some plumes of
smoke came out of it. He made a point to hold his breath, but that
made his breasts push out more. It was especially awkward in his old
shirt, since it made up for his missing girth to cover most of his
breasts, but the bottom half still hung out of his top and his taller
body left that much more revealed. Gabe tried to slide out of bed,
but his tail slapped one of his ledgers off the table. He jumped and
turned around, just to experience a sensation like his back cracking.
He could see it was much more than that when a pair of wide, thin
wings blasted out from his back. He carefully turned around again,
looking carefully into a mirror to find that somehow his shirt was
mostly intact. However they came out, they came tip first to do
nothing more than tear two precise holes in the back of his shirt.
"Well...
at least I won't have to pay for another shirt," he sighed.
Gabriel
let himself go back to sleep in hopes that it would just wear off.
Come morning, he was still a slim but somehow strong and curvy
dragoness. He was already trying to think of how to ditch the amulet,
but he didn't want to pass this curse onto somebody else. Besides,
even if he could pawn it, there would be no problem finding him
because he was the only dragonborn in the town! He spent most of the
day dragging his feet and moping, but he finished the last of his
personal food with breakfast. He'd have to go out sometime. He took a
deep breath (making sure that it wouldn't catch anything one fire)
and stepped outside.
A
colossal silver dragon's head was directly in front of his front
door. He nearly jumped out of his skin (he would be so lucky, given
his skin), but he jumped outside and slammed the door shut behind
him. "Oh gods! Please, if you have to eat me, spare the
building! I worked too hard for it and I'm still paying that off!"
"VERY
WELL! YOU DO WELL TO OFFER TO THE GODS, MY CHOSEN!" The dragon
lifted its head, standing on its hind legs. There was no real
recognizing a dragon's gender from what basic knowledge Gabe
possessed, but the echoing voice came off in a bold and loud woman's
tone. While the proper dragon was tall enough to look like her horns
could scrape the clouds, Gabe noticed that nobody was even looking up
at her.
"You...
you're an illusion, aren't you?" Gabe asked hopefully. One of
the toes on the hind legs suddenly flicked forward, nudging Gabe onto
his tail end (he'd cut the back out to let his tail poke out from the
shorts).
"I
EXIST BEYOND MORTAL EYES LEST I WISH TO BE SEEN! FOR I AM TIAMAT, THE
MOTHER GODDESS OF DRAGONS AND STRENGTH!"
"Oh.
Okay..." Gabe mused quietly. Even the occasional human temple
was dedicated to Tiamat. The girl got around over all these
centuries.
"AS
KEEPER OF MY PENDANT, YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN AS MY GUARDIAN OF THIS
LAND THAT SHALL ONE DAY MAKE A GREAT HOME TO MY WORSHIPERS! THIS IS
YOUR CHARGE AND WHY I GRANTED YOU MY STRENGTH!"
"Sorry,
but... you know I'm a human, right?" Gabe spoke up hopefully as
he raised a clawed hand. "I just got this last night, and I was
always kind of more of a worshiper of Murn growing up before I fell
out..."
"YOUR
FATE IS CHOSEN!" Tiamat boomed as she dropped back to all fours
to stare into his face with one huge golden eye. A few of the
townsfolk actually bounced from the impact, but shook their heads and
walked off muttering about "damned earthquakes." "WHEN
FEAR AND VIOLENCE STRIKES THIS PLACE, YOU WILL DEFEND IT! WITH MY
WINGS, MY FIRE, AND MY STRENGTH, YOU WILL BE THIS LAND'S MATRON! ITS
BORDERS YOUR NEST, ITS PEOPLE YOUR EGGS! IT IS WHY I GAVE YOU THE
FORM OF SUCH A MOTHERLY DRAGONKIN, AFTER ALL! SO SAY THE GREAT
TIAMAT!"
Gabe
was in no position to argue, but he could disagree. Even that was
hard to manage in the face of a dragon goddess. "So... when
exactly does fear and evil strike?"
"FEAR
AND VIOLENCE!" Tiamat corrected in a rather casual tone despite
her volume. She paused for a moment as if thinking. "JUST OVER A
WEEK!"
"That's
it?!" That felt like an absurdly short amount of time to learn
his new body, yet a comically short time to give such an ominous
prophecy.
"I
THINK THAT'S AMPLE TIME TO HARNESS THE POWERS OF TIAMAT! YOU'RE
WELCOME!" she boomed in what might have been a little god
sarcasm (if it was, they weren't good at it). A few wisps of
gold-colored fire puffed between her fangs, and while Gabe flinched
back from them, they breezed over his scales without so much as a
singe. "ARE WE IN ACCORD, MORTAL?!"
"I
mean... if I HAVE to do this..." Gabe started. The giant head
nodded slowly. "I guess so. But if I'm getting all lifedebt
here, I want it to be clear: I'm Gabe."
"SEE?!
GABRIEL IS A PERFECTLY HOLY-SOUNDING NAME!" Tiamat looked
vaguely pleased as she rose again and spread her diamond-laced wings
to leave. "I SHALL COME AND FIND YOUR PROGRESS SOON, MY CHOSEN
GABRIEL!"
She
soared off without so much as beating her wings, vanishing from sight
before she should have. Gabe blinked and shook his head to regroup
before noticing a few people staring at him. He waved a clawed hand
meekly at them, which made one of the teenage boys blush. Gabe
glanced down and realized that maybe a new shirt really would be in
order... and a bra.
Gabe
quickly made his way through town, buying some more supplies and
hurrying back to his inn. He shivered when he finally got behind
closed doors clutching his bundle of food to his breasts. There was a
tingling there that made him sure that if he had nipples, they would
have been erect. "Motherly dragonkin," he grumbled,
recalling Tiamat's words. He rubbed a clawed hand over his shorts,
but at this point they'd been reduced to more of a loincloth thanks
to his tail moving around. "Doesn't mean you had to put me in a
body that's in the middle of fucking heat..."
Labels:
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Sunday, April 15, 2018
Gob For Teacher
A recent commission for two goblin students deciding to drug their teacher to subject him to some unwilling sex and cock worship.
Villetta
and Pixxy had it bad for their teacher Mr. Benjamin Parks. For a
science teacher, he didn't look the part as a tall, fit and handsome
black man. Even in their school of orcs and elves, the two goblins
(Villetta Blackspark was half-demon, but it was a progressive world
like that) knew what they wanted.
"I
heard that he spilled coffee on his lap once," Pixxy confided
over the lunch table. "Jenni, that blonde naga, said that you
could see perfectly that he was huuuuge." Like all the females
of her kind, Pixxy was short, green and curvy. She had long pointed
ears that reached well beyond her fluffy dark hair, but she still
tried to stand out with her gothy skull t-shirt and earrings. Blue
makeup lined her eyes and lips for that little extra flare.
"I
know!" Villetta sighed as she drank down some of her soda.
"You've GOT to dream about sucking on a piece of human like
that. Plus he's one of those dark ones, which is always super hot."
She was green and stout like Pixxy, but with her black hair abruptly
turning into a purple ponytail. She wore a skimpy leather skirt and
top to go with her fishnet stockings. Her infernal heritage showed
itself in her forked tail (which she’d taken the liberty to pierce
in case that wasn’t edgy enough for anyone) and her two yellow
horns on her head, one of which had been chipped off near the tip.
"Plus
he's married," Pixxy added. He always had pictures of his family
around on his desk. "So he's already got that forbidden angle.
But he's got one of those human marriages. Like a good one. Where
they say 'I love you' and stuff, even when they didn't just have sex.
Otherwise..."
"Otherwise
what?" Villetta asked the question as if she was dismissing the
thought rather than pressing for the reason. "If he couldn't
stop you, would that silly human logic of 'no means no' really stop
you? And you know that prude wife of his doesn’t keep him satisfied
like a goblin girl would."
Pixxy
thought on it, but not for long. Ever since she set eyes on the tall
and handsome human she'd had wet dreams about pleasing and fucking
him. It only got worse once that rumor about his being hung like a
bear started going. "Why? You thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Way
ahead of you, Pix." Villetta reached into her bag and slapped
down a piece of paper with a few notes scrawled across it. "Can
you get these the next time you're in the science lab? I've got Magic
and Alchemy tomorrow morning. I should be able to get a few potions
together and then by the afternoon, we can go and show Mr. Parks our
little extra credit projects."
"Hi,
Mister Parks!" Pixxy popped her head into the room, smiling
brightly at her obsessive crush. "How's it going?"
"Ah,
Pixxy. Good to see you." The short-haired and clean-cut teacher
smiled up at her. He was the sort to try to be friendly "Just
grading some papers. You know I was impressed by your test scores
last week. I'm glad to see you're showing an interest in the field."
"Yea,
well... goblins just have a natural thing for chemistry." Pixxy
walked further in and laughed a little louder than usual. It helped
to hide Villetta's footsteps as her invisible form slipped in and got
near his desk. Pixxy couldn't see her, but she knew the plan. She was
going to play distraction. "So uh... how's the family?" She
kept up her small talk while Villetta quietly popped her potion and
started to discreetly pour it into Mr. Parks' half-emptied coffee
mug. The teacher stood up and walked towards Pixxy, forcing Villetta
to flatten her tits against his desk to avoid being discovered when
he tripped over her.
"So
what can I help you with, Pixxy?"
"Uh...
science."
"Science?"
"Yes.
I need more science in my life, Mr. Parks."
The
teacher shook his head, but smiled in amusement. "Well I'll tell
you what. I've got to get these papers graded, but I'll bring up any
bits of trivia I think are interesting. I've got a pretty low bar for
interesting, though."
"I
think it'll be REAL interesting before long," Pixxy muttered.
Ben went back to his desk and took another drink. He pursed his lips
at the change in taste, but he ignored it and went on working and
drinking. After a few sips, Villetta went back to his office's door
and shoved it shut, flipping the lock as her invisibility potion wore
off.
"Something
wrong, girls?" Ben asked, furrowing his brow. He must have not
noticed Villetta walking in just now, but the locking seemed
unnecessary.
"Not
at all, Mr. Parks," the half-goblin purred as she approached him
with a wiggle to her plump little hips. "In fact, you are
looking better than ever."
Ben
Parks certainly lived up to the rumors. He was plenty hung and
already hard thanks to Villetta's spiking his coffee with the potion.
The girls broke into even wider smiles as they witnessed his package
and smelled the tempting musk he'd built up from a day's work. It
beckoned to goblins like catnip by drawing out their naturally slutty
nature, and Villetta couldn't help but plant a kiss just below his
cock's warm and bulging head.
Ben
shuddered and groaned. He leaned back into his chair to relax and
enjoy the sensation, but he shook his head. The potion was quickly
draining any means he had to struggling or resisting, no matter what
he was truly thinking. "Girls, stop it," he muttered
weakly. They ignored his pleas as Pixxy wrapped her mouth around the
tip of his cock, giving a quick, wet suck that made him grunt hard.
Willing or not, he couldn't deny how good it felt to have the short
green beauties teasing his member.
As
usual, Ben Parks had stayed after school to work in his office. While
Ben himself found it a strange choice of words, his body reacted
quickly to the chemicals. The aphrodisiac got his groin stirring at
the slightest hints of flirting. The lust charms made his mind slow
down at the incoming fog and his heart rate pick up. The goblin girls
cackled as they scampered around to either side of the desk and both
sets of black-nailed hands got to working together to undo his belt.
"Don't
worry, Mr. Parks," Pixxy cooed. "We're not gonna hurt ya.
We're gonna make you feel soooo good."
"Girls,
no," Parks warned in a slightly slurred voice, but he made no
move to stop them. He actually placed a hand on Villetta's head, but
he could only find the strength to stroke her hair rather than push
her away. "Please. Stop this... you're my students."
"And
we've learned a lot from you," Villetta purred as she started to
force down his pants and underwear. Ben found his hips lifting by
themselves to help them along. "Like how much you need this. We
just want to say thank you!"
Willing
or not, Ben certainly lived up to the rumors. The potions had left
him hard despite his protests, and he was just as hung as everyone
had said. With his cock and balls exposed to the open air, his work
day's worth of sweat and musk hit the goblins' noses like catnip.
Villetta planted a kiss on the base of the thick, round head of
Mister Parks' dick, getting a moan from the reluctant teacher as her
dark lips brushed against its veins. Pixxy giggled at his reaction,
opening her mouth wide and daintily running her tongue along his tip.
Ben gripped the arms of his chair tightly as his breathing picked up,
the potion driving his libido wild despite his trying to think of his
wife rather than the lipstick marks on his huge, dark dick.
"You're
such a dirty boy, Mister Parks," Pixxy cooed, her breath running
cool across the wet tip of his shaft.
"I'm
really not!" Ben insisted wearily. "I love my wife. Let me
go... MMMF!" He grunted heavily as Villetta pressed her face
into his package, kissing and licking at his sack while she sniffed
the base of his cock with a bestial curiously.
"We'll
let you go," Pixxy assured him as she pulled herself closer to
him. “Once we’re finished playing.” She gently ran her painted
fingertips over his upper shaft while Villetta worked on its lower
half. With his impressive length, he was more than enough for the
shortstack sluts to share. Their wet sucking and slurping noises
accompanied Benjamin's lusting pleas for them to stop.
"You
girls... ungh... you can't do this. Please. You're going to get us in
a lot of trouble."
"The
door's locked, and we won't tell. The only one who can do that is
you, Mr. Parks," Pixxy said as she went to her knees by
Villette. "And you wouldn't want your wife getting mad, now
would you?"
Ben
was trying to focus on resisting their advances (which the potion
easily overpowered, but they could see him realizing this as well.
Threats like that wouldn't get him anywhere. "Just sit back and
enjoy it," Villetta said again. She clutched as much of his cock
as she could in one of her little hands, holding it up so that she
and Pixxy could each take one of his swelling balls into their
mouths. They hummed and cooed softly, sending maddening vibrations up
through his sack as Ben let out another raspy cry.
“Ohhhh
my god. Fuck… fuck, get off! Please! What are you doing?!” Ben
pleaded helplessly as his mind and body started to go numb. He stared
at the girls with watery eyes as they started to kiss around his
shaft, keeping as much of his warm testicles as they could in their
mouths. Pixxy’s drool ran down his sack and send fresh uninvited
pleasure through him as he dug his fingers into the arms of his
chair. “Stop… I can’t hold… dammit!” Ben rambled witlessly.
The potion hadn’t just made him horny and paralyzed. There was
something else going on. His dick was erect and yet it was growing
longer still. His balls in particular felt heavy and… powerful. It
felt like the girls were worshipping them to wake up something inside
that was more than just his cum. The way they smiled and giggled
around his nuts just added to the imagery.
He
finally erupted with a husky grunt. The girls’ sucking combined
with their lightly stroking hands were too much for him to resist. He
hated himself for being forced to betray his wife, even as his cum
shot out onto his lap and stomach. The girls went absolutely wild for
it, gasping and laughing as they leaned over his legs. Their breasts
rested on his thighs and rubbed against his shaft, staining their
skin and clothes as they greedily wiped and sucked up every drop of
cum they could.
“Oh
my god, it’s so good!” Pixxy blurted. Her eyes and smile were so
wide that it was like Mister Parks’ cum was a drug to her. She
scooped up a big handful before licking every crevice between her
fingers.
"You're
too good to us, Mister Parks!" Villetta cooed as she straddled
his leg. She didn't bother using her hands as she ran her tongue
along his abs to suck the sweat and cum right off of his skin.
"Stop...
this has to stop," Ben pleaded miserably. His face was twisted
in displeasure despite what his body and penis told him. It was
already more kinky than anything he'd done with his wife, but it
wasn't what he wanted. The girls went on drinking him up and happily
ignoring his moaned objections. They didn't seem done with him,
despite the fact that he had already cum... but somehow he stayed up.
"Wait...
what did you do?!" Ben asked in disbelief. Not only was his cock
still rock hard, but it felt even more sensitive. More engorged.
More... hungry.
"Just
a dose of vitality potion with some extra minotaur hormones,"
Villetta explained. She sat up with his cum sticking out boldly on
her black top and green skin, licking what she could off her lips.
"You won't be going soft on us anytime soon."
"I
want some more!" Pixxy declared as she climbed onto Ben's lap.
The short goblin slut was busty and small enough that when she leaned
over his shaft, her breasts and mouth both pressed against the raging
erection. The cum from his wet cock's head rubbed over her black
shirt as the slutty goblin goth ran her hard, painted nails over his
chest.
Ben
was confused by what was going on, failing to notice Villetta
climbing on top of his desk. She casually put the picture of Mr.
Parks' family face down to avoid distracting him before she spun his
chair around. She pushed the top of the reclining seat backward,
making him face the ceiling and the grinning Villetta as she loomed
over him. "Don't worry about it. We know what you really want.
You don't even have to think at all."
"Yea,
because we're going to suck your brains out through your balls,"
Pixxy purred as she grasped his shaft with both hands and still
barely reached all the way around. She started to lick at the tip,
cleaning up any lingering cum while Villetta slid her top off over
her head.
"You
girls... you're crazy. You can't do this. Please let me go," Ben
panted. It was a strange sensation to be getting this hard and
aroused so shortly after cumming, especially to anyone besides his
wife. It was making his head spin, which just made the feelings that
much more intense.
"Shhhh.
Easy, tiger," Villetta urged gently. "That's those big dum
bull hormones talking. We know what you need more than you do at this
point." The horned demi-goblin tossed her top aside and leaned
over him, letting her oversized breasts mash into his face. He could
still breathe under that green eclipse, but the air was warm and
smelled of the goth's sweaty green skin. He kept protesting, but only
the occasional word or two escaped as she rubbed her breasts over his
face.
Pixxy
was having the time of life going after Ben's cock like a fleshy
popsicle. Her tongue left the shaft and head dripping with saliva,
creating a tingling sensation all the way down while she tended to
the top. Her small but strong fingers stroked her spit over him like
a lotion, loving how the moisture brought out the smell of his loins.
"Villetta,
can you smell that? Fuck, do I love horny human stink..." Pixxy
broke into a huge smile as she started sniffing over his cock,
drinking in the powerful masculine smell of his groin and fresh cum.
It was always a strange hormonal relationship between humans, as
goblins were known to get downright addicted to the right sort of
human cum.
"Sure
can, Pix. No escaping the smell of an verile alpha male like that!"
Villetta laughed. It made her breasts jiggle against their teacher's
face, letting a few of his deeper moans escape her cleavage. He was
drooling at this point as his breathing became more heavy and his
teased shaft tensed to release another burst.
Pixxy
kept on kissing and sniffing at his package while her hands started
to cradle his balls. Her face rubbed against the rod while each hand
held up one of his heavy testes. She loved feeling their heat and
weight, so full of that cum that had already gotten her hooked.
"Mmmm, they must feel so heavy," Pixxy purred, lightly
bouncing them in her hands and giving them a squeeze. She loved how
firm and full they felt, though she wondered how much of that was
potion and how much just from his naturally huge package.
Pixxy
didn't care in the end as his cock shot off again, squirting into the
air so that it stuck to her tits, face and hair. She laughed merrily
as she rubbed her hand over her skin, licking the creamy mess clean
from her fingers. She shivered hard enough that she had to squeeze
her thighs around her teacher's leg to keep herself straddling him,
which only pressed the wet crotch of her panties tighter against
Ben's thigh.
Villetta
finally lifted her breasts off of Ben's face. The teacher coughed as
the fresh air mixed with the taste and smell of her sweaty flesh. The
flavors of the gothic goblin still didn't go away.
"Oh
my god," Ben panted. It was disorienting to feel like he should
be exhausted but still remain alert and ready. It was as if his cock
hand commandeered his brain and refused to let him act on his own
accord. "Please. I won't tell anyone. You have to let me go.
Leave me alone. You got what you wanted..."
"What
we want..." Villetta cooed patiently as she laid on her stomach.
She planted her elbows on the edge of the desk, leaning forward just
enough to let her lap at the tip of the teacher's lengthy cock. "Is
to make you into a new man, Mr. Parks. To make you into a REAL man.
The one you deserve to be." The demi-goblin's devilish half
definitely shone through as she tormented the trapped teacher with
her seductive and smokey voice.
"We
know your wife's not exactly giving that pussy away," Pixxy
added. "So we want to help give that dick the lovin' it needs to
grow up big and strong!" She stroked the shaft as she wrapped
her thighs around it, rolling the stubby legs around it. “Soooo
big!” Pixxy was already drooling as she couldn't help but wrap her
lips around her teacher's rod.
"Damn,
Benny! You must taste good to have her hooked already!" Villetta
giggled as she wiggled out of her skirt and panties with one eager
motion, returning to the floor and climbing up next to Pixxy on Ben's
lap.
She
smiled mischievously up at him as she helped strip down Pixxy as
well, leaving them both naked in his lap as Ben grunted and tried to
escape. When that failed, his body still refusing to resist their
advances, he could only try to beg them.
"Stop
it... girls, this is rape! You can't... oh holy shit!" His eyes
rolled back while his balls and cock pulsed with pleasure. Both girls
had decided they wanted another taste and had begun rubbing their
lips and tongues on both sides of his cockhead. They watched his
helpless squirming with delight, even when they both reached his
dick's head at the same time and began to sloppily make out with each
other. Ben bit his lip in a desperate effort to distract himself, but
he couldn't take his eyes off of their sleazy display.
Seeing
they had him ready for another of his creamy outbursts, they started
to put on even more of a show. Villetta grabbed Pixxy by her breasts,
squeezing and stroking them as she pulled them around Ben's cock.
Pixxy caught onto her game and returned the favor, hefting up the
half-demon's tits and resting them on top of hers. Their combined
cleavage swallowed up most of Ben's shaft, wrapping it in warm green
flesh while they sucked noisily at the top. Their spittle ran down
like little rivers along his throbbing veins. The sexual display from
the little ladies forced the cum out of their teacher once again as
Ben let out a loud and husky cry.
There
would be no one around the school to hear him this late, but the
goblins didn't seem concerned by that. They were far too delighted to
care thanks to the offering of fresh cum spraying thick and plentiful
out of the worshipped cock. Their expressions lit up as the semen
stuck to their lips, eyes and smiles both open wide as the creamy
substance ran down their faces. The girls each kept one hand grasping
and stroking his cock, already priming him for more as they leaned
over Ben's shaft to start greedily licking the semen from their
fellow goblin girl's face in a mockery of a kiss.
"Please...
stop... I need to go see my wife. This HAS to stop," Ben begged
them once more. No matter how much his body flooded him with
pleasure, he knew he was a good and loyal man. He didn't want any of
this, regardless what his cursed cock would have him think.
"What?
But we're having sooooo much fun!" Pixxy giggled, but she swayed
a bit on her perch on Ben's lap. She snorted and wiped her face, just
to lick the mess of cum from her fingers. The girls were having their
own sexual high, as even without being touched or penetrated by their
human lover, they were drunk off of his cum.
"Maybe
he's right, Pix," Villetta proposed. "Maybe we should show
him that we’re ready for the real deal. I bet he’s never even
tried goblin puss…”
“Goblin…
puss?” Ben asked warily.
“Oh,
you’ll love it! I hear we're a lot tighter and stretchier than
human ladies!" Pixxy assured him. With the wolfish little grins
on the girls' faces, Ben had no reason to doubt that they were
willing to follow through on their threat.
"I
get first!" Villetta declared as she scampered up higher. "It
was my idea!"
"Ahh,
no fair," Pixxy groaned. She still hopped off and sat her curvy
bottom down on the professor's desk, kissing his face and stroking
his chest while Villetta got herself situated. The horned goblin
rested her hands on his firm upper body as she wiggled her hips,
tracing her pussy along the end of his cock. Ben shuddered in his
chair, his dick only getting harder and more sensitive as things went
on. He tried for one last appeal to their decency.
"Girls,
no! This isn't right and you know it! We shouldn't do this!"
"I
don't know about you," Villetta said with another toothy smile.
"But it sure does FEEL right!" She thrust her hips straight
down, impaling herself on the monster shaft. She let out a huge gasp
that made it look like she had hurt herself, but her shocked
expression slid quickly into one of absolute delight. Her mouth hung
open, giggling with idiotic glee until she started to drool over her
big green tits. She hadn't even gotten half of his cock inside of her
before it completely filled her and still he started to bounce up and
down on it.
Her
teacher was grunting and groaning, unable to contain the maddening
pleasure that was flooding his brain through his groin. "I told
you he loves it!" Pixxy laughed as she took his chin, turning
him to kiss him fully on the mouth. He shuddered as her painted lips
and thick little tongue tasted of sweat and cum from her last
agonizing hour of worshipping his growing dick. He couldn't even
shake his head or object as her mouth kept his busy.
Villetta
was still bouncing up and down using her toes braced against Ben's
thighs. Her saliva was still dribbling everywhere as her hefty tits
jiggled with the rest of her. Even as she forced her pussy to stretch
and take more of him, she was almost completely suspended by his
dick. She bit her lip as she watched him squirm, a sexual prisoner to
their horny goblin desires. It was her turn to be speechless as the
cock she'd craved filled her to the brim and then some. Her long, low
moans were abruptly cut off by a shrill shriek as she scratched her
nails down his chest. Her already tight pussy clenched hard enough to
send a jolt of pain through Ben's overly sensitive cock, followed by
sense of heat and moisture pouring out of her. Villetta had orgasmed,
but one could hardly tell from the outside beyond her violent
shuddering. He had fucked her so completely full that there was no
room for it to get out, like a cork in a bottle.
"Oooh,
that was a big one!" Villetta purred, eyes rolling as she licked
the drool from her lips. "You really know how to treat a girl
like a fuckslut, Mr. P."
"Okay,
now it's my turn!" Pixxy insisted, breaking her lips away from
Ben as she scooted closer to his lap. The black teacher moaned
miserably, shaking like he was barely able to breathe.
"Just
a second. He's getting close. I can feel it," Villetta hissed,
starting to grind on him again. Ben was so insanely sensitive he
could feel her clit grinding over the tip of his penis. Her pussy was
full of her thick, greasy cum that acted as even further lubricant on
top of all the spit and jizz he'd accumulated before. Villetta had no
problem milking another massive orgasm out of him, overflowing her
tight green cunt as a mix of his and her cum poured out from the few
thin openings at the edge of her lips. She finally slid herself off
of his rod, letting a gushing flood of juices pour out onto his lap
as she shuddered. Ben was amazed as just how much cum was in there,
having never had a load that big.
"By
the dark gods, he fucked me so hard I can taste it!" Villetta
purred.
"I
hope you left some for me!" Pixxy insisted, scampering onto his
lap as Villetta swapped places with her.
"Oh,
don't you worry, Pix." Even as she addressed her partner in
crime, Villetta met Ben's eyes with a knowing glance. "That dick
isn't going anywhere. A dose like that should leave him nice and big
for a very, very long time."
"What?!"
Ben almost managed to sit up in his surprise, but he the weakening
potion quickly forced him back into his compliant position. He
fumbled and laid back as Pixxy helped herself to his shaft, grinding
against it like a miniature stripper pole before she finally fit it
inside her (or rather, fit herself on top of it). Pixxy's eyes
fluttered as she found her rhythm, pumping him in and out of her
rather than leaving him entirely inside like Villetta had. She kept a
hand on the desk to steady herself as she kept Ben slamming deep
inside of her before sliding him back out with a thick sucking sound.
"Yesss!
Wow, it's like he's fucking my brain!" Pixxy raved, her eyes
growing wide while her pupils dilated. Both of the girls giggled and
purred with delight (whenever Pixxy wasn't giving labored grunts from
Ben's intensely deep penetration). Pixxy had her own shuddering
squirt before she went on riding him for another.
"Doesn't
it feel nice, Benny?" Villetta cooed into his ear. "Now you
can be what you always wanted to be."
"No...
stop... stop all of this," Ben muttered wearily. His erection
was going strong but his mind was weakening. His dick was stronger
than his willpower by now as the girls kept encouraging the change.
They kept giving it more reasons to grow and stay hard.
"You
know you wanted this," Villetta went on, stroking his cheek
affectionately. "It's what every male wants: to be a brainless,
horny bull who can please any woman and get some nice, warm pussy
whenever he wants. To feel nothing but the heat of lust and
pleasure..."
"What
is... ah! What is wrong with you girls?! This has to stop!"
The
goblins giggled with a drunken quiver to their voices, high on the
smell and taste and feel of his empowered human semen. "You want
it to stop? Give her one more. Do what you're born to do, you fuck
monster. Use that giant gift of yours and fuck my friend shitless."
Ben
tried to move, but he found that only his hips would budge. Pixxy
gave a shrill squeak of delight as his rod started to move inside
her, pumping her that much deeper and harder. The giggling goblin
bounced up and down on his dick like a pogo stick as her breasts and
head bobbed with each slamming thrust. Ben's cock took over as he
plowed her senseless, a third heavy squirt of her pussy making him
unable to bear it any longer. His heavy balls tensed and fired
another load inside his student, leaving Pixxy absolutely screaming
with pleasure. Her bouncing continued as the semen spurt out of her
slit like a broken faucet, splashing the both of them in uncontrolled
bursts of white.
Villetta
couldn't help but lean off the desk and slurp up more of his precious
seed off his dark skin. Pixxy hung suspended on his shaft for a
moment, gasping for air and smiling like an idiot for a while. She
finally slid herself off with a thick, wet noise and started to join
Villetta in drinking every drop of the spilled cum from Ben's body.
"Wasn't
that great?" Villetta asked, smiling and licking the cum from
her lips. Ben was still flopped back into his chair, his erection
standing straight up and throbbing as some tears came from his eyes.
"Aww,
don't feel bad. We'll come and help out that big ol' cock of yours
any time you want!" Pixxy assured him. She stood up on his lap
to kiss his cheek before she hopped off and started to gather her
clothes.
Villetta
winked at her teacher as she slid off of him, grinding her pussy on
his strong thigh for good measure. "Tell your wife we said hi.
I'm sure she'll like the great big present we got for her!" The
goblins redressed and opened up the door. Villetta spoke a quick
magic word, breaking the potion's effect to let Ben move again. It
left him alone, violated, and forever changed by the cursed cock
they'd left for him.
Friday, April 13, 2018
Alien Minds Part 3: Alien Memories
I just want to say that Bubba's Bounty Huntin' Bonanza may be my favorite thing to come out of this storyline.
Korien
proved to be an excellent mate for Troy. He was attentive and stayed
nearby like his faithful harem ruex, always ready to tend to the
queen's needs. There must have been something with the queen's
hormones because Troy found himself loving this lifestyle. That sense
of tight, faintly squirming life inside his translucent guts had his
senses pleasantly dulled, some combination of a painkillers and
sedatives as best he could tell. He felt happier than he'd been since
he made the change, and whether it was his smile or the fact that he
was loaded with eggs, his people seemed more pleased to see him
lately. They were usually dutiful and bowing when he went past, but
they were beaming and talking about how beautiful he looked in this
state.
The
sense had started to fade after a couple days, but he knew how to fix
that. Korien, like all the ruex, had no real notion of sex for
pleasure, so that meant making more eggs. Troy ate plenty of his
royal jelly to leave himself bloating and popping out a few more of
the orbs, mixing in with their multicolored kin. Korien would then
pierce his way back into Troy's egg sac, giving him that strange
sensation of pressure before the numbness kicked in and he felt
Korien's genitals worm its appendages inside him. He would still
seize Troy by the horns even after he had stopped resisting. Troy
wondered if it took a lot of leverage or if it was simply some
barbaric instinct of theirs, but he was starting to enjoy the grip on
his thin but solid spikes like he was some kind of living, fertile
bicycle.
Time
got a little hazy for Troy in his hormonally high state. He was too
busy enjoying his life when Vank came in a couple weeks later,
pushing along a shallow, empty pool some ten feet wide. "What's
that for?" Troy asked, lounging in his giant bed with several
servants grooming his antennae and leg joints for him.
"You're
gonna want this when you start leaking," Vank said as he started
removing the hover pods and started fastening it to the floor. "Clean
dry surface. Easiest to stick something on to."
Troy's
antennae raised and it looked like the room lit up a bit. "You
think I'll finally start laying them?" he asked dreamily,
rubbing a lower arm along his tightly packed stomach with the gently
wiggling orbs inside.
"Pretty
soon," Vank confirmed without slowing his work. "Your
thorax is gonna leak like a rain cloud and you'll transfer the gooey
little guys from that mess into another mess. They'll eat their way
out and you'll be the one left feeding them 'til they can grow their
own shells and hobble around for themselves."
"Why
me? Don't I have servants for that?" Troy asked, even if he
found himself looking forward to the idea. It must be so fulfilling
to have his abundance of eggs form into more loving servants to his
hive.
"Because
ruex are cannibals by necessity, and nothing's quite as vulnerable or
contributing less to the hive than a baby ruex. Their brains don't
always put two and two together, but we had an incident about a
hundred years ago with Queen Ombletch when one of her little ones
scampered off. The sterile females will help do some basic grooming,
but you're gonna be one hell of a mama bear for a while."
"It's
worth it, then," Troy sighed, forcing himself onto his back. It
took all four of his arms and one of his long legs to do it, but he
loved how they sloshed around inside, the faintest of movements
inside their bubbly shells.
Of
course, Vank was right. Troy woke up one morning and scuttled over to
the pool as if he were staggering out of bed for the bathroom. His
arms and legs braced around it while a few waiting servants hurried
over. It wasn't the best angle to see from, but he could feel their
fingers pushing and rubbing at the fattened organ growing out of his
hips. There was a thick purple oil that started building in the pool.
After all those weeks of bloating, Troy was groaning with relief. It
poured out of him like a freshly soaked dish towel.
While
it wasn't an urge he'd thought of his entire time in this body, but
it was such a glorious relief that his lower hand started
masturbating. None of the servants said anything about it as they
queen fingered herself until they had drained him empty. When they
seemed done, Troy barely had the mind to try to keep his purple
nesting slime pure and hobbled off of the pool to keep rubbing
himself. It felt so right. His antennae curled up so that everything
else faded, letting him focus on the feeling of pleasure and
belonging as he fulfilled his role for his hive. Even something about
Korien standing there watching patiently, unmoving until he would
order him to, he felt so full. Sex for pleasure was overrated, he
thought. This order, this purpose... that was the real pleasure.
Troy
woke up screaming when the urge hit him. His thorax stayed deflated,
back to the natural state as it was when he met Queen Yunmeshka (if
slightly discolored from his excretions).There was a wet tearing
sound as he stomped his awkward legs towards the pool, all four arms
wrapping around his stomach. He could feel the fluids leaking through
his fingers, but the eggs were large enough that he was able to keep
them inside the thin line where his sac was split. The servants came
and helped him hurry over to where the gel had started to thicken
into one more questionable blob of jelly.
Troy
felt himself black out for a moment, but he heard some wet tearing
sound and felt his insides shifting. When he snapped back, he was
being held up by the servants over the pool. They were working
quickly and pushing the purple mush over the eggs where they'd landed
in the mess. As soon as they saw Troy looking, they hurried to finish
their work and scuttled back. His stomach was oddly light and he felt
exhausted, but he counted twenty-three eggs that all looked full and
healthy floating in the goop. That mix of pain and high and purpose
filled him again, and he let himself collapse happy and exhausted by
the pool containing his clutch of eggs.
There
was this sort of tense pride that started to fill Troy over the next
few days. He started taking his meals by the egg-laying pool (which
he’d stopped caring about as little more than flavorful meat and
jelly), just watching their vague jigglings. Vank said they weren’t
really alive yet, but they moved like they were. Or they were trying
to be. It was just plain fascinating. The next day, his handmaidens
came by to apply some oils or the like to the eggs. Troy was
surprised to find that he’d fallen asleep by the pool, and they
wanted her permission to touch them. He thought it was weird, like
nurses asking the doctor to confirm an injection. He let them do as
they pleased, of course, since they seemed to know what they were
doing more than he did. Even then, they were acting slow and careful.
Vank’s book had told him that he’d be getting territorial about
his nest, but he was feeling curious more than anything.
“What’s
that do?” he asked as they reached into the goo to rub the oils
over the eggs themselves.
“It’s
a gene solvent,” one of the sterile ruex explained. “It
helps eliminate weaker traits and genetic illnesses like hive fever.”
“Kind
of like a human booster shot,” Vank added.
“Oh.
Good, then,” Troy said.
“It
also controls the hormones in their hatchling state to minimize the
number of females in the population,” the ruex aide continued.
“Except
that part,” Vank corrected. They went on with these checkups over
the days, always checking with his carefully before tending to each
of the eggs. His diet was becoming consistently more flavorful now
that he didn’t have to keep squeezing out eggs, but he found
himself doing little besides watching the eggs and checking his old
messenger account. The ruex (or more specifically, their hujaw
underlings) were keeping his old bills paid up, even if he couldn’t
really use his old insurance or anything. He mostly just kept up to
let friends and family know he was fine… and that his eggs were
coming along nicely.
He
didn’t think it was out of the ordinary that he kept an eye on his
eggs all day long. He was barely moving around, though apparently
Ruex delivering their birth directly through the eggs meant they
didn’t worry about putting on baby weight. They weren’t exactly
active, so he could busy himself with other things like dispatching
orders or browsing the cyberweb. He didn’t even need to do anything
since the handmaidens knew how to handle the details. They were even
able to handle the eggs without permission when they added more
fluids.
Things
didn’t get strange to him until it all suddenly snapped. He wasn't
paying attention as he checked on some reports of the hive's harvest
on nearby planets when some stranger laid her hands on her eggs. He'd
later find out that it was a new handmaiden to replace the one who
had an appointment today, but his mind didn't even consider that. The
outrage was instant as the invading creature dared to intrude on his
nest. The thieving, kiehkt, woosten whore from a rival hive was too
weak to lay her own eggs and so was stealing his. Her hand had barely
touched it when Troy threw himself at her, the angular legs of the
ruex making his leap an especially powerful one. The unsuspecting
handmaiden was slammed into the floor a good ten yards away with Troy
on top of her, clinging with his lower limbs while his upper pair
swung like slim hammers at her head and chest. Curses he had never
used in his life rained down on her as she shrieked and shielded
herself with all four of her limbs.
A
few of the handmaidens made ginger attempts at restraining the
furious Troy, but none wanted to risk hurting the queen. He heard
shouting and pleading but the words didn't even reach through his
outrage. Everything was almost painfully bright and clear to him as
his antennae stood straight up like spikes on high alert. When her
arms formed a capable wall to shield her body with, he grabbed her by
the elbow and sank his teeth into the protecting limb. The aide
screamed as he bit her arm clean off at the elbow in a short gush of
purple blood.
"MAKE
A HOLE, YA BIG BLUE IDIOTS!!" Vank shoved his way past the
crowding but useless assistants, tapping frantically on a device
until something finally reached Troy's mind as well as his ear slits.
“Lotta
people ‘round here dunno what it’s like huntin’ bounties. But
then again, them people ain’t Bubba. Me? I’m Bubba. This here’s
Bubba’s Bounty Huntin’ Bonanza.”
Troy
froze and let the bloody limb fall out of his mouth. Did the new
season start? He hadn't heard the intro in so long... not since he
finished the last box set. Bubba's was just the perfect mix of
stupid, exciting, and charming a reality show needed about a redneck
space trucker turned bounty hunter. It was his absolute favorite
before...
Troy
shook his head and clambered off the handmaiden. Things had gotten so
bad, he had almost forgot there was a before. Before the egg sacs and
those hormones that made him feel good and warm all the time. Before
his mind became focused on a single purpose and felt full and content
just from that.
"I
found that in your user history before this whole alien brain shit
happened," Vank explained. "Thought it might spark
somethin'. It was that or a voice-comm from your mom, but..." He
chortled. "That one looked funnier. How is that show anyway? I
heard good things."
"Thanks...
Vank." Troy got back to his feet unsteadily, with the
handmaidens acting more concerned for his balance than they were for
the female with the missing arm. "I kind of lost it."
"Told
ya you'd go mama bear." The squat alien handed Troy's holopad
back to him. "Ya alright?"
"I'm
okay now." It was true. His head was clearer than it had been
since the jump. Things dulled around him as his antennae relaxed and
he walked over to his bed to sit down. The eggs would be fine. They
had been the whole time, and they didn't need him stalking over them
all the time. The nursemaids knew what they were doing more than him.
It was why they explained everything they did because they fucking
knew better than a crazy queen full of hormones. He felt awful.
"Is
she going to be okay?" Troy asked as he looked at the wounded
woman he'd attacked in his preggo berserker rage.
"Her?
Oh yea," Vank said like he just remembered. "Ruex guts are
weird like that. They're almost like... like your Earth Legos. The
parts come off real easily because they have extras. She won't be on
top of her game, but she'll get by."
Troy
gulped. He knew what happened to ruex who didn't pull their weight.
They ended up serving in the cafeteria, and not as a staff member.
"Is there a way to fix her? Like, does it grow back?"
"Doesn't
grow back. It'll seal off, but the only way to put one back on her is
to find her a spare."
Troy
tensed for a moment, but he'd done this to her in the first place. It
was his responsibility. "She can have one of mine." There
was an audible gasp from the servants, but Troy just raised his many
arms. "I've got too many as it is. They keep getting in the way,
and I'm not the one doing all the work around here. I'm sure the
queen will understand."
The
injured handmaiden broke into tears, throwing herself on the ground
at Troy's feet. She started licking them with her raspy tongue and
blubbering out praises and thanks. "Peace and glory to all your
bloodline, Queen Troy! I am unworthy of your wisdom and grace, my
beautiful queen! May you live a thousand lifetimes beloved and
eternal in all your perfection!" Troy guessed this was a big
deal, but Yunmeshka felt like the kind of sweetheart who would do
this sort of thing. In a worst case, she came back to her body and
ordered one off another servant. He just didn't want that on his
conscience.
"Vank,
can you schedule the surgery... or whatever? Also, can I get a burger
tonight? No... make it a big bowl of chili from down at Hoffzek's.
With the curly fries."
"You
got it, kid."
Things
changed for Troy as he started getting back to normal. The hormones
weren't gone, but he was aware of them and he could keep them at bay.
He'd wince a little when the servants went to work on the eggs, but
he assured himself it was just natural paranoia. He relaxed and
caught up on his shows and playing holovid games while he dispatched
the occasional harmless command on his people. He kept his mate
around, but they didn't mate at all. He knew it didn't give him any
pleasure, just eggs, but he kept him around as a symbol to keep away
the other males and let him enjoy the luxurious benefits of being the
queen's former fuckbuddy. Vank seemed glad to find that he was more
in control than most of the queens, and they wasted a lot of their
evenings kicking back with Vank and Korien, showing them the last 5
seasons of Bubba's Bounty Huntin' Bonanza.
It
helped kill the time until the eggs hatched, spawning a bunch of
little squishy ruex. Troy felt that tingle again, but the handmaidens
plucked the chirping little pupas up and with his casual approval,
trotted them off for processing. "That wasn't so hard,"
Troy admitted as he flopped back into bed in front of the holograms.
"Gross, but not hard."
"Frankly,
kid, that's all a ruex can ask for," Vank said as he passed him
the popcorn. Troy tucked it under his arm, finding it just as easy to
hold with just three arms instead of four.
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