2009-12-07, 08:42 PM (This post was last modified: 2009-12-07, 09:29 PM by IllegallySane.)
Spideyjvc Wrote:
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It was a dark and cold night. Yuno had just woken up when she heard a noise in her room. She looked around pulling the blanket slowly over her face.
"I-is anybody there?"
The wind howled through her opened window. She rubbed her eyes slowly and got out of bed to close it. Suddenly, she heard movement behind her. She let out a small yelp and turned around quickly, only to find a cat looking up at her.
"Oh, hey there. You're the one that I heard. You must be cold staying out there all alone like that..."
She said as she pet the cat's head softly with a smile. Upon further inspection, Yuno realized she'd seen the cat before. It was the same cat that Miyako had found in her room weeks before.
"Ahhh, I remember you! You came back! I'm glad you're safe..."
"...Meoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow"
The cat let out deeply looking at Yuno. Yuno quickly went into her fridge to get some salmon she left from that night's dinner. The cat nearly swallowed the salmon whole when she took it out for him.
"Woah, you're really hungry!"
She said as she watched in amazement at just how much he reminded her of Miyako.
The cat looked up at her with half a salmon poking from his mouth. He put the salmon down slowly and walked to Yuno, laying belly side up on her lap. A smile lit up on Yuno’s face from this cute act. As she started to rub his belly, she thought of waking Miyako up but didn't want to interrupt her sleep at this time of night. While petting him she suddenly felt a smooth wet part. She screamed slightly and looked down, breaking out of her train of thought. She hadn't noticed her hand had been slowly petting down the cats belly further and further.
She stared at the cat's penis for a little and looked at her hand.
"...That's right...you're a boy cat..."
She paused for a few seconds before placing her hand back on the cat, this time directly on his penis. She stroked it slowly at first with her small, soft fingers. The cat purred pleasingly at the feel of Yuno's skin. Yuno grabbed his hardened penis with two fingers now, and started stroking it faster. For some reason, she started feeling her breathing getting faster. She didn’t realize how excited she was getting over this. She slowly moved her hips back and forth, rubbing the cat's back against the crotch of her cotton pajamas as she played with his member.
Suddenly, the awkward feeling of her panties clinging to her skin from subtle moisture brought her to a realization of what she was doing. Part of her thought she should stop, but she couldn’t. She rubbed the cat even faster. He let out a loud meow and extended his legs in the air. Yuno finally bent her head downwards and took a slow lick at its tip. Her lips twisted slightly and she withdrew her head at the bitter taste of the drop on his tip, but she tried again. It wasn't so bad the second time around.
She clamped her lips around its tip delicately and sucked softly. Her hands prodded around at his balls carefully. She pulled his penis out her mouth and looked at his balls as her fingers felt around them
"These are really big...but then again, you're a big cat so I guess that makes sense..."
The cat slapped her hand with his tail and looked down at his penis.
"Okay okay, I'll keep going..."
Yuno said with a slight giggle as she continued where she left off.
As she sucked a bit harder he wagged his tail wildly. Eventually he let out a long "Meowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww" as he shot his white fluids onto her soft tongue. She pulled his plantain out slowly and spat out his cum into one hand.
"This is how it looks like?..."
Yuno said curiously as she played with it in her hand a bit, picking out strands of fur that got into it. She looked at it slowly drip down her fingers. She pulled down her cotton pajama bottom and panties with her clean hand, revealing her smooth wet vagina. She dabbed her fingers into her cupped hand full of cat semen and rubbed it slowly against her slit.
Yuno closed her eyes and slightly opened her mouth as she let a small moan escape from her lips.
"Mmmmmm, this is the first time I've done something like this...I feel like such a horrible person...but I can't stop"
Just then, she felt something else rubbing against her. She opened her eyes slowly and looked down. The cat was licking her clit with his rough tongue. She gasped shockingly at first.
"S-stop, that tickles...Stop Kitty..."
She said weakly to the cat. But instead, the cat moved her clitoris into his mouth. He sucked on it pleasingly. Yuno's body weakened, she closed her eyes again and let her body fall back slowly.
"N- no, this is wrong, I can't do this."
She thought to herself. But she was paralyzed with pleasure. All she can do was sit back and pant softly as the cat licked her up like a can of tuna.
After enjoying her clit, the cat moved down to sticking his tongue into her. As he continued with his treat, Yuno's tight virgin plum slowly blossomed open, showing her bright pink insides. As Yuno felt his tongue enter her she couldn't help it anymore. She let out a louder moan than before. Finally claiming control of her body again she pet the cat's head lovingly as he licked faster and faster. Sticking his tongue as far into her as he can reach and making her juices come out more and more by the second. Yuno's small feet curled up slightly, and she clamped the cat firmly between her legs. She unbuttoned her top and grabbed her right breast, rubbing her erect pink nipple slowly while continuing petting the cat with her left hand.
As she rubbed her nipple harder and groped her breast more she breathed harder. Suddenly she felt the cat stop, but after felt paws on her tummy. She looked down, before she could realize what she was seeing she felt something thick go inside her plum.
"W-w-w-waaaaaaaaait, nooooooooo you can't go this far-"
But while she said one thing, her body reacted the other. She could feel herself getting more wet. Her tight plum clenched his penis into her. He licked her belly button sensually as he started thrusting into her. Yuno moaned louder. She grabbed onto the cat's back and moved her hips along with it.
"I guess it's not disobeying mom and dad's trust if I'm not doing this with a guy...right?"
The confused girl thought to herself as she moaned louder and louder.
The cat meowed loudly as he pounded harder into Yuno's frail body. He could feel every bump, curve, and grove inside her. He speed up and slammed harder into her. She let out a small scream as a trickle of blood flowed down her thigh. Yuno's eyes watered a little.
"It hurts a bit, but I don't want him to stop. Keep on....Good kitty...."
Suddenly, she felt her plum heating up. She moaned louder, her soft to medium volume moans raising o that of screams. She felt a stream of hot liquid shoot deep inside her. Aw that moment she screamed as loud as she could. Her whole body tensed up. She had her first orgasm, it felt so good she hadn't noticed the drop of droll the rolled out her mouth and down her chin. She laid on the floor panting heavily. She smiled wide and looked at the cat. She smiled wide and giggled softly.
"You really are a good cat..."
Just then, she heard running outside. Her door slammed open and Miyako, Hiro, and Sae ran into Yuno's apartment with worried looks on their faces.
"YUNO, WE HEARD SCREAMING AN-...."
Hiro stopped mid sentence and covered her eyes with her hands quickly.
"I-I'm sorry!"
She said quickly running out. Sae stared, jaw dropped, glasses falling off her face. Miyako just bursted into laughter.
"N-no it it it's not what it looks likeeeeeeee!"
Yuno screamed in embarrassment, her face red as a beat. In all the excitement she hadn't noticed how loud her screams had gotten.
"Don't worry Yunnochi, you're secret's safe with us~ Don't let species get in the way of love!"
Miyako teased.
"Miya-chaaaaaaaaaaan"
Yuno yelled as she quickly got up on her feet and brushed the cat hair off her. The cat smirked as he walked slowly over to the window.
-The end-
Fffffffffffff I hate you for making me hard. Now to read the other stories in here.
*Thank you Greg for a hilarious story. 4" Oscar Mayer. LOL
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It was just another day in front of the IRC for Bulldog. Today was Ricks birthday, and he hadnt prepared at all!
The door slammed open. Shocked, Bulldog zipped his pants back up and turned around. It was Rick.
BUUUUUULLLLDOG! IM HOOOOOME! COME HITHER AND REST THY LIPS UPON MY BUTTOCKS
You sound like a twat. Stop talking like that, or else you arent getting your birthday present, you adorable little shit.
Rick clasped his hands over his mouth.
Oh, Bulldog! Dont tell me you got me the hair straightener I kept bringing up! You always know what I want!
Bulldog shook his head, not quite knowing where he was taking himself. He didnt have anything to give to begin with, and he knew Ricks fragile heart would be broken if he didnt make him happy on his birthday.
Rick gave a blank stare. He knew something wasnt right, but couldnt quite figure out what. He looked around the room and saw that there were no birthday decorations, no cake. It was obvious that his lover had forgotten what he considers to be the most enjoyable day of the year. Soon after this realization, Ricks eyes began to water.
Bulldog looked up and saw Ricks lips quiver. He was truly fucked now, and wasnt going to see his only source of gratification cry on his birthday.
A grin began to form. Rick , Bulldog whispered.
On the verge of breaking down, Rick looked up at the Bulldog. He looked unusually pretty today; the hairs on his neck were all of even length and he had surely taken his weekly shower. He watched as Bulldog caressed his own body, working his hands down from his itchy neck to his tum-tum. He patted his belly, while giving Rick a perverted look that he hadnt quite practiced enough in front of a mirror.
Yes, Bulldo-
Before Rick could finish his sentence, Bulldog placed his hand over Ricks mouth and then moved it onto the zipper of his jeans.
Why are you doing this, Bulldog?, Rick asked, as he circled his palm over the stiff four inches of a throbbing Oscar Meyer, confined in jeans that hadnt been washed in weeks.
Im not going to lie to you, Rick, Bulldog said softly. He was starting to sweat. I was up all night monitoring my 32 IRC channels, and had forgotten all about your birthday. Over the past couple of months Ive really lost track of time.
Rick gave no expression.
Im sorry, Rick. This is the only way I can make it up to you.
Rick was confused. But Bul-
Bulldog backhanded Rick across the face. He took it like a man, but stared back upwards giving the look of an abused puppy.
Shut the fuck up, or Im kicking you.
Ricks plantain went limp.
In the balls.
And now, rock hard.
TO BE CONTINUED
omfg i haven't laughed like that in a long time thankyou Greg thankyou
Baklava entered the thread, insulted it, and turned to leave.
"Not so fast."
He continued to walk away -
Icy cold claws sank into his back. With chills running down his spine, he struggled to turn around, and sank to his knees.
"You're mine now, me pretty."
Reeling him in, Sarah smiled. "What did you just say about my thread?"
"It's a beautiful... a beautiful thread."
"I can't hear you."
"I LOVE THIS THREAD"
"That's right. But we're not done, yet." Sarah unfurled her wing, and wrapped up Baklava. Hugging him close to her body, he could feel something not-quite-human pulsing beneath her flesh.
"What... what are you?"
"More than you can handle."
Baklava felt his clothes dissolving.
"My oh my, such tender flesh. You really shouldn't mess with what you don't understand."
Sarah started stroking his chest, Despite himself, he began to be aroused.
"Isn't that cute. Well, let's see what we can do you for."
Sarah turned and grabbed a pair of vise grips. Carefully, gently, she gripped Baklava's urethra through his flesh. Squeezing softly, she whispered, "Don't you dare ruin this for me." With her free hand, she started massaging Baklava's throbbing shaft. Soon, his balls were swelling angrily, trying to spread their love juice. Increasing the pressure with the vice grips, Sarah carefully escorted Baklava to the door.
"Be a dear, and don't come back," she laughed, and released the pliers and shoving him out. In a great gout of semen, Baklava completely soaked RDal, who had been waiting patiently.
Baklava entered the thread, insulted it, and turned to leave.
"Not so fast."
He continued to walk away -
Icy cold claws sank into his back. With chills running down his spine, he struggled to turn around, and sank to his knees.
"You're mine now, me pretty."
Reeling him in, Sarah smiled. "What did you just say about my thread?"
"It's a beautiful... a beautiful thread."
"I can't hear you."
"I LOVE THIS THREAD"
"That's right. But we're not done, yet." Sarah unfurled her wing, and wrapped up Baklava. Hugging him close to her body, he could feel something not-quite-human pulsing beneath her flesh.
"What... what are you?"
"More than you can handle."
Baklava felt his clothes dissolving.
"My oh my, such tender flesh. You really shouldn't mess with what you don't understand."
Sarah started stroking his chest, Despite himself, he began to be aroused.
"Isn't that cute. Well, let's see what we can do you for."
Sarah turned and grabbed a pair of vise grips. Carefully, gently, she gripped Baklava's urethra through his flesh. Squeezing softly, she whispered, "Don't you dare ruin this for me." With her free hand, she started massaging Baklava's throbbing shaft. Soon, his balls were swelling angrily, trying to spread their love juice. Increasing the pressure with the vice grips, Sarah carefully escorted Baklava to the door.
"Be a dear, and don't come back," she laughed, and released the pliers and shoving him out. In a great gout of semen, Baklava completely soaked RDal, who had been waiting patiently.
2009-12-08, 01:22 AM (This post was last modified: 2009-12-08, 01:39 AM by Spideyjvc.)
So Fiel can feel loved
Greg walked aimlessly outside SouthPerry.
"Why haven't I touched her yet?" he thought to himself. "I bet she feels nice."
Just then he saw the object of his thoughts, the Chinchilla who had always caught his eye, sleeping in the sunshine under a tree. She had always picked that stop to rest. People would always pass by and give her treats every now and then, praising the cute little mascot of SouthPerry.
"She must be having a nice dream" he thought. For some reason, this made him feel a little aroused. "Now's my chance."
Greg walked up to where it was laying and reached his hand downwards. She made pleasing sounds in her sleep. His hand came into contact with her rotund body.
"At last" he thought. Chinchilla felt soft and warm to the touch, like a warm bag of oatmeal. Greg then proceeded to pick her up. He squeezed her quite gently. She stirred slightly. "Groggie" she murmured in her half awake state.
A devilish thought came into Greg's mind.
He held her tightly and ran into SouthPerry, heading straight towards the bathrooms. Checking that no one had seen him, he went inside. The room was empty.
Greg entered one of the stalls and locked the door. Chinchilla was awake by now. "Hon hyonn" she cooed looking up at him with her large round eyes from the toilet seat where he had placed her.
Slowly, Greg began to undo his trousers and pull them down. When they had been removed he quickly grabbed Chinchilla by her stubby arms and sat on the waiting seat.
Not expecting this, Chinchilla started snarling angrily at him.
"SHAAAAAAAAAAAA" she growled, attempting to intimidate him.
Seeing that this had no effect on her captor, Chinchilla's anger turned to fear at what was going to happen. This only made Greg more aroused.
"Aaaah" he cried as he ran her up and down, alternating between smooth and rough movements.
Chinchilla was now visibly terrified and wet herself all over his penis and crotch area. While he enjoyed the feeling of the warm liquid cascading onto his groin, he had been urinated on and saw this as a grave insult.
He picked her up and stabbed at her with his erect penis, causing further cries of fear from his pink haired captive. Greg then noticed the source of the previous urination, which must be the equivalent of a vagina for a human. It was still trickling urine.
Slowly, he lifted her up again, and then began lowering her onto his waiting cock. Chinchilla began thrashing to escape, knowing that something bad was going to happen, but it was no use. Greg's human hands were much stronger than Chinchilla.
"I wonder if it will fit" Greg asked himself as he lay poised to enter SouthPerry's mascot creature.
In one swift movement, he brought her down onto his penis, entering her opening roughly. He had no lubricant, and thus it was not an easy fit, and Greg was sure he felt tearing and rupturing on his way in.
Chinchilla let out a screech of agony as the foreign object which was Greg's penis buried itself deep inside her. Never had she been in such pain.
After a short time of getting used to his situation, where the only thing that happened were more cries from Chinchilla, he began thrusting into her. Holding her in place by her arms with his hands, he lifted her up and thrust into her, savoring her tightness around his penis. This carried on until he felt satisfied. He did not care that he was irrevocably damaging the innards of Chinchilla, indeed, the pounding had made it easier to move around and the blood acted as a lubricant as it flowed down onto his shaft.
Feeling himself almost and climax, he lifted Chinchilla up one last time. Her body felt limp now, her head lolling to one side, moving with the momentum he made. He brought her down onto him and ejaculated forcefully into her insides. Semen trickled down his penis, mixing with the blood.
Letting go of Chinchilla , Greg watched as she was suspended there, impaled on his penis, her chest rising and falling with uneven breath.
Pulling her off his penis, Greg went to the sink to clean himself of the blood and innards which had resulted from his conquest. Chinchilla just lay there in the stall not moving. After putting his trousers back on, he picked her up and went back outside to where he had found her. There was still no one to be seen. He set her down under the tree, and then left his prey in its grizzly state.
It was the end of Fiel's classes, and after checking on SouthPerry he went to where he had left Chinchilla so he could pick her up and go home. What he saw almost stopped his heart. Chinchilla was laying there on her stomach, facing him, with a trail of blood and a white liquid behind her from where she had obviously crawled a short distance.
"Pa..pa..ulo..pa..." she gasped as she saw him. He ran over to her and held her in his arms.
"Who did this to you?!" he asked, in anger at what had happened to her.
"Pau... lo..."
Chinchilla let out this last syllable, then her labored breathing finally stopped.
Stereo Wrote:I can't help myself.
Spoiler
Baklava entered the thread, insulted it, and turned to leave.
"Not so fast."
He continued to walk away -
Icy cold claws sank into his back. With chills running down his spine, he struggled to turn around, and sank to his knees.
"You're mine now, me pretty."
Reeling him in, Sarah smiled. "What did you just say about my thread?"
"It's a beautiful... a beautiful thread."
"I can't hear you."
"I LOVE THIS THREAD"
"That's right. But we're not done, yet." Sarah unfurled her wing, and wrapped up Baklava. Hugging him close to her body, he could feel something not-quite-human pulsing beneath her flesh.
"What... what are you?"
"More than you can handle."
Baklava felt his clothes dissolving.
"My oh my, such tender flesh. You really shouldn't mess with what you don't understand."
Sarah started stroking his chest, Despite himself, he began to be aroused.
"Isn't that cute. Well, let's see what we can do you for."
Sarah turned and grabbed a pair of vise grips. Carefully, gently, she gripped Baklava's urethra through his flesh. Squeezing softly, she whispered, "Don't you dare ruin this for me." With her free hand, she started massaging Baklava's throbbing shaft. Soon, his balls were swelling angrily, trying to spread their love juice. Increasing the pressure with the vice grips, Sarah carefully escorted Baklava to the door.
"Be a dear, and don't come back," she laughed, and released the pliers and shoving him out. In a great gout of semen, Baklava completely soaked RDal, who had been waiting patiently.
"Why haven't I touched her yet?" he thought to himself. "I bet she feels nice."
Just then he saw the object of his thoughts, the Chinchilla who had always caught his eye, sleeping in the sunshine under a tree. She had always picked that stop to rest. People would always pass by and give her treats every now and then, praising the cute little mascot of Southperry.
"She must be having a nice dream." he thought. For some reason, this made him feel a little aroused. "Now's my chance."
Fiel walked up to where it was laying and reached his hand downwards. She made pleasing sounds in her sleep. His hand came into contact with her rotund body.
"At last" he thought. Chinchilla felt soft and warm to the touch, like a warm bag of oatmeal. Fiel then proceeded to pick her up. He squeezed her quite gently. She stirred slightly. "Paul-o" she murmured in her half awake state.
A devilish thought came into Fiel's mind.
He held her tightly and ran into SouthPerry, heading straight towards the bathrooms. Checking that no one had seen him, he went inside. The room was empty.
Fiel entered one of the stalls and locked the door. Chinchilla was awake by now. "Hon hyonn" she cooed looking up at him with her large round eyes from the toilet seat where he had placed her.
Slowly, Fiel began to undo his trousers and pull them down. When they had been removed he quickly grabbed Chinchilla by her stubby arms and sat on the waiting seat.
Not expecting this, Chinchilla started snarling angrily at him.
"SHAAAAAAAAAAAA" she growled, attempting to intimidate him.
Seeing that this had no effect on her captor, Chinchilla's anger turned to fear at what was going to happen. This only made Fiel more aroused.
"Aaaah" he cried as he ran her up and down, alternating between smooth and rough movements.
Chinchilla was now visibly terrified and wet herself all over his penis and crotch area. While he enjoyed the feeling of the warm liquid cascading onto his groin, he had been urinated on and saw this as a grave insult.
He picked her up and stabbed at her with his erect penis, causing further cries of fear from his pink haired captive. Fiel then noticed the source of the previous urination, which must be the equivalent of a vagina for a human. It was still trickling urine.
Slowly, he lifted her up again, and then began lowering her onto his waiting cock. Chinchilla began thrashing to escape, knowing that something bad was going to happen, but it was no use. Fiel's human hands were much stronger than Chinchilla.
"I wonder if it will fit" Fiel asked himself as he lay poised to enter SouthPerry's mascot creature.
In one swift movement, he brought her down onto his penis, entering her opening roughly. He had no lubricant, and thus it was not an easy fit, and Fiel was sure he felt tearing and rupturing on his way in.
Chinchilla let out a screech of agony as the foreign object which was Fiel's penis buried itself deep inside her. Never had she been in such pain.
After a short time of getting used to his situation, where the only thing that happened were more cries from Chinchilla, he began thrusting into her. Holding her in place by her arms with his hands, he lifted her up and thrust into her, savoring her tightness around his penis. This carried on until he felt satisfied. He did not care that he was irrevocably damaging the innards of Chinchilla, indeed, the pounding had made it easier to move around and the blood acted as a lubricant as it flowed down onto his shaft.
Feeling himself almost and climax, he lifted Chinchilla up one last time. Her body felt limp now, her head lolling to one side, moving with the momentum he made. He brought her down onto him and ejaculated forcefully into her insides. Semen trickled down his penis, mixing with the blood.
Letting go of Chinchilla , Fiel watched as she was suspended there, impaled on his penis, her chest rising and falling with uneven breath.
Pulling her off his penis, Fiel went to the sink to clean himself of the blood and innards which had resulted from his conquest. Chinchilla just lay there in the stall not moving. After putting his trousers back on, he picked her up and went back outside to where he had found her. There was still no one to be seen. He set her down under the tree, and then left his prey in its grizzly state.
It was the end of Isaac's classes, and after checking on SouthPerry he went to where he had left Chinchilla so he could pick her up and go home. What he saw almost stopped his heart. Chinchilla was laying there on her stomach, facing him, with a trail of blood and a white liquid behind her from where she had obviously crawled a short distance.
"Isa..Isa..ccyo..Isa..cyo..." she gasped as she saw him. He ran over to her and held her in his arms.
"Who did this to you?!" he asked, in anger at what had happened to her.
"Isa... cyo..."
Chinchilla let out this last syllable, then her labored breathing finally stopped.
"Why haven't I touched her yet?" he thought to himself. "I bet she feels nice."
Just then he saw the object of his thoughts, the Chinchilla who had always caught his eye, sleeping in the sunshine under a tree. She had always picked that stop to rest. People would always pass by and give her treats every now and then, praising the cute little mascot of SouthPerry.
"She must be having a nice dream" he thought. For some reason, this made him feel a little aroused. "Now's my chance."
Fiel walked up to where it was laying and reached his hand downwards. She made pleasing sounds in her sleep. His hand came into contact with her rotund body.
"At last" he thought. Chinchilla felt soft and warm to the touch, like a warm bag of oatmeal. Fiel then proceeded to pick her up. He squeezed her quite gently. She stirred slightly. "Paul-o" she murmured in her half awake state.
A devilish thought came into Fiel's mind.
He held her tightly and ran into SouthPerry, heading straight towards the bathrooms. Checking that no one had seen him, he went inside. The room was empty.
Fiel entered one of the stalls and locked the door. Chinchilla was awake by now. "Hon hyonn" she cooed looking up at him with her large round eyes from the toilet seat where he had placed her.
Slowly, Fiel began to undo his trousers and pull them down. When they had been removed he quickly grabbed Chinchilla by her stubby arms and sat on the waiting seat.
Not expecting this, Chinchilla started snarling angrily at him.
"SHAAAAAAAAAAAA" she growled, attempting to intimidate him.
Seeing that this had no effect on her captor, Chinchilla's anger turned to fear at what was going to happen. This only made Fiel more aroused.
"Aaaah" he cried as he ran her up and down, alternating between smooth and rough movements.
Chinchilla was now visibly terrified and wet herself all over his penis and crotch area. While he enjoyed the feeling of the warm liquid cascading onto his groin, he had been urinated on and saw this as a grave insult.
He picked her up and stabbed at her with his erect penis, causing further cries of fear from his pink haired captive. Fiel then noticed the source of the previous urination, which must be the equivalent of a vagina for a human. It was still trickling urine.
Slowly, he lifted her up again, and then began lowering her onto his waiting cock. Chinchilla began thrashing to escape, knowing that something bad was going to happen, but it was no use. Fiel's human hands were much stronger than Chinchilla.
"I wonder if it will fit" Fiel asked himself as he lay poised to enter SouthPerry's mascot creature.
In one swift movement, he brought her down onto his penis, entering her opening roughly. He had no lubricant, and thus it was not an easy fit, and Fiel was sure he felt tearing and rupturing on his way in.
Chinchilla let out a screech of agony as the foreign object which was Fiel's penis buried itself deep inside her. Never had she been in such pain.
After a short time of getting used to his situation, where the only thing that happened were more cries from Chinchilla, he began thrusting into her. Holding her in place by her arms with his hands, he lifted her up and thrust into her, savoring her tightness around his penis. This carried on until he felt satisfied. He did not care that he was irrevocably damaging the innards of Chinchilla, indeed, the pounding had made it easier to move around and the blood acted as a lubricant as it flowed down onto his shaft.
Feeling himself almost and climax, he lifted Chinchilla up one last time. Her body felt limp now, her head lolling to one side, moving with the momentum he made. He brought her down onto him and ejaculated forcefully into her insides. Semen trickled down his penis, mixing with the blood.
Letting go of Chinchilla , Fiel watched as she was suspended there, impaled on his penis, her chest rising and falling with uneven breath.
Pulling her off his penis, Fiel went to the sink to clean himself of the blood and innards which had resulted from his conquest. Chinchilla just lay there in the stall not moving. After putting his trousers back on, he picked her up and went back outside to where he had found her. There was still no one to be seen. He set her down under the tree, and then left his prey in its grizzly state.
It was the end of Isaac's classes, and after checking on SouthPerry he went to where he had left Chinchilla so he could pick her up and go home. What he saw almost stopped his heart. Chinchilla was laying there on her stomach, facing him, with a trail of blood and a white liquid behind her from where she had obviously crawled a short distance.
"Isa..Isa..ccyo..Isa..cyo..." she gasped as she saw him. He ran over to her and held her in his arms.
"Who did this to you?!" he asked, in anger at what had happened to her.
"Isa... cyo..."
Chinchilla let out this last syllable, then her labored breathing finally stopped.
lol'd, thanks for that.
What's with you and grotesque tales of beastality!
"Why haven't I touched her yet?" he thought to himself. "I bet she feels nice."
Just then he saw the object of his thoughts, the Chinchilla who had always caught his eye, sleeping in the sunshine under a tree. She had always picked that stop to rest. People would always pass by and give her treats every now and then, praising the cute little mascot of SouthPerry.
"She must be having a nice dream" he thought. For some reason, this made him feel a little aroused. "Now's my chance."
Greg walked up to where it was laying and reached his hand downwards. She made pleasing sounds in her sleep. His hand came into contact with her rotund body.
"At last" he thought. Chinchilla felt soft and warm to the touch, like a warm bag of oatmeal. Greg then proceeded to pick her up. He squeezed her quite gently. She stirred slightly. "Groggie" she murmured in her half awake state.
A devilish thought came into Greg's mind.
He held her tightly and ran into SouthPerry, heading straight towards the bathrooms. Checking that no one had seen him, he went inside. The room was empty.
Greg entered one of the stalls and locked the door. Chinchilla was awake by now. "Hon hyonn" she cooed looking up at him with her large round eyes from the toilet seat where he had placed her.
Slowly, Greg began to undo his trousers and pull them down. When they had been removed he quickly grabbed Chinchilla by her stubby arms and sat on the waiting seat.
Not expecting this, Chinchilla started snarling angrily at him.
"SHAAAAAAAAAAAA" she growled, attempting to intimidate him.
Seeing that this had no effect on her captor, Chinchilla's anger turned to fear at what was going to happen. This only made Greg more aroused.
"Aaaah" he cried as he ran her up and down, alternating between smooth and rough movements.
Chinchilla was now visibly terrified and wet herself all over his penis and crotch area. While he enjoyed the feeling of the warm liquid cascading onto his groin, he had been urinated on and saw this as a grave insult.
He picked her up and stabbed at her with his erect penis, causing further cries of fear from his pink haired captive. Greg then noticed the source of the previous urination, which must be the equivalent of a vagina for a human. It was still trickling urine.
Slowly, he lifted her up again, and then began lowering her onto his waiting cock. Chinchilla began thrashing to escape, knowing that something bad was going to happen, but it was no use. Greg's human hands were much stronger than Chinchilla.
"I wonder if it will fit" Greg asked himself as he lay poised to enter SouthPerry's mascot creature.
In one swift movement, he brought her down onto his penis, entering her opening roughly. He had no lubricant, and thus it was not an easy fit, and Greg was sure he felt tearing and rupturing on his way in.
Chinchilla let out a screech of agony as the foreign object which was Greg's penis buried itself deep inside her. Never had she been in such pain.
After a short time of getting used to his situation, where the only thing that happened were more cries from Chinchilla, he began thrusting into her. Holding her in place by her arms with his hands, he lifted her up and thrust into her, savoring her tightness around his penis. This carried on until he felt satisfied. He did not care that he was irrevocably damaging the innards of Chinchilla, indeed, the pounding had made it easier to move around and the blood acted as a lubricant as it flowed down onto his shaft.
Feeling himself almost and climax, he lifted Chinchilla up one last time. Her body felt limp now, her head lolling to one side, moving with the momentum he made. He brought her down onto him and ejaculated forcefully into her insides. Semen trickled down his penis, mixing with the blood.
Letting go of Chinchilla , Greg watched as she was suspended there, impaled on his penis, her chest rising and falling with uneven breath.
Pulling her off his penis, Greg went to the sink to clean himself of the blood and innards which had resulted from his conquest. Chinchilla just lay there in the stall not moving. After putting his trousers back on, he picked her up and went back outside to where he had found her. There was still no one to be seen. He set her down under the tree, and then left his prey in its grizzly state.
It was the end of Fiel's classes, and after checking on SouthPerry he went to where he had left Chinchilla so he could pick her up and go home. What he saw almost stopped his heart. Chinchilla was laying there on her stomach, facing him, with a trail of blood and a white liquid behind her from where she had obviously crawled a short distance.
"Pa..pa..ulo..pa..." she gasped as she saw him. He ran over to her and held her in his arms.
"Who did this to you?!" he asked, in anger at what had happened to her.
"Pau... lo..."
Chinchilla let out this last syllable, then her labored breathing finally stopped.
How could Grog do such a thing! D:
I demand vengeance.
2009-12-08, 02:39 AM (This post was last modified: 2009-12-08, 02:45 AM by Rick.)
Black and white film noir.
Grease, salt, fat, but most important of all, workplace of the most beautiful boy Mark had ever laid eyes on. Mark wasn't a great fan of Wendys, but every time he ordered, it wasn't the burger's meat he wanted inside him.
He had just gotten off work, 6:30 on Tuesday. Perfect. Suddenly, he had a craving for Wendys. He donned his coat and hat. The walk through the the rainy, lamp-lit streets was a journey he had made many times, but the sight at the end was worth it.
As Mark stepped through the door to the diner, the small bell chiming to announce his arrival, he scanned the room. Then he saw him, and his heart jumped in his stomach. The boy he came here to see, the man of his dreams. The one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He slid in to a seat close to Greg, hoping he would notice him. Maybe tonight would be the night. All those moments thinking about Greg. Wanting him, needing him. Thoughts of Greg as he drifted off to sleep, taking him to a dream where they could be together. Long had he been coming to Wendys for this perfect, beautiful boy. So long that he had been able to work out Greg's schedule, and have it written on that worn piece of paper back home.
"Can I take your order, sir?"
Mark snapped out of his thoughts and looked up. This was much better than any dream. There Greg stood, eyes fixed on Mark and pen poised expectantly on his notepad. Mark hesitated for a second, not sure if his mind was tricking him, then recited his usual order. As Greg jotted it down and walked away, Mark continued to stare. Greg's slim form, the shape of his body as his tight shirt hugged it, excited Mark. The way he walked looked more like a dance, slightly provocative in nature. He knew it was wrong, Greg was a child, but it just felt right. He tried to shove Greg out of his mind, but he just couldn't.
All through the night the boy plagued Mark's thoughts, and it didn't help being in the same room with him. The thought of Greg touching him, kissing him, caressing him, being with him. The thought of his bare body on his. The thought of Greg loving him like Manda never had. He felt hot, deprived. He had to get out of there, and he couldn't see Greg anymore so he took his chance to escape without facing him. He grabbed his still wet coat, his hat, and stepped outside. The cold air was bliss on his skin, the sound of the now heavier rain beating him drowning out the voice of Greg in his head. Tonight was not the night, not the night his thoughts became reality. So he thought.
"Hey"
Mark looked for the voice, and found it on his right side. It was Greg, so close that Mark should have noticed him when he walked out. "H...hi" Mark stuttered. Greg was the last person he thought he would be facing. Greg continued.
"I see you in there a lot. You're not stalking me are you?" He chuckled to himself.
"No, of course not!" Though that's not what Mark wanted to say.
"Hey, it's alright. I've been thinking about you for a while, and I've noticed the way you look at me."
"I...I..." Mark was beside himself. He was in the pouring rain, but his whole body felt hot. He tried to keep himself together, tried to keep calm, hoped Greg wouldn't notice what was obviously happening in his pants.
"Do you wanna do something sometime?" Greg carried on.
"I don't know... I'm a lot older than you, it isn't right is it?".
"Sure it is. I'm up for it, so are you".
"I'm not sure I can do this..."
Mark was finding it extremely hard to control himself. He looked at Greg standing there, his now soaked shirt clinging to him, accentuating his every feature, begging to be ripped off. One quick scan of Greg's lower half showed he was just as excited as Mark. Greg stepped closer, so close that Mark could see every drop of rain fall of his drenched hair and proceed down his young face. Greg's lips formed the final straw for Mark.
"I have a high level Shadower in MapleStory".
Mark lost control. He couldn't fight it any longer. He wanted to take Greg right there and then, tear off his clothes, throw him against the wall and ravage him. He wanted Greg, and Greg wanted him. But there was little they could do in their current position, they needed a place to go. And Mark knew where.
"Wanna come back to my place and play my PS3?"
Greg looked slightly confused. "But the PS3 has no games?"
Mark leaned in, so far that Greg could feel the hot breath on his face. He put his hands on Greg's hips and looked deep in to his eyes. "I know".
thankyou Greg thankyou
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