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#11
Oh, lol. I doubt. Might be busy with real life stuff.

Shame though, I wanted to see what he could do, too.
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#12
Oh, hi.

Sorry I haven't gotten around to.. anything. I haven't been busy, I'm just perpetually lazy.

I might try to get around to it, but my first draft wasn't very good in my opinion.
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#13
Well, I might as well post this. I finished DMX's story and was about half way through Ray's (Or.. Psycho now) and kinda gave up. I guess I just thought it wasn't as funny or interesting as I imagined.

Anyway, I'll post the first one and finish up the second one, that's the least I can do.




No Debt goes Unrepaid, by DragonMasterX.

Unrepaid?


“That was incredible, Ryo!” Kenta cheered.

What? The sex is over already? Huh, that was quick.

“Never thought the legendary Tamer would come to our rescue, heh!” Kazu added with a thumb up.

And it was a threesome too, damn.

“Megadramon wasn’t an easy opponent, I’m just glad Cyberdramon and I made it in time to fight him back” Ryo smiled as he looked up at his non-expressive digimon partner. Kenta and Kazu seemed all but swayed.

No, wait, nevermind.

“He’s so modest!” one grinned, “And cool!” the other complimented. Rika was walking with them with Renamon by her side, her usually quiet demeanor starting to shift as Kazu’s and Kenta’s overwhelming suck-up-to talk began to grow weary on her.

I.. I don't remember any of these characters or what happened in the show. As long as it sticks with Renamon, I'll be fine.

“Would you two shut up already? You’re sounding like a pair of hyped-up high-school girls drooling over a senior! As if he was so great, hmph.” Rika lifted her chin up and shut her eyes, walking ahead of the three guys, her pride obviously hurt.

Close eyes, can't see obstacles, trip, face-plant.

It had been a tough battle indeed. That place full of didn’t seem so hazardous, but just by having removed a tiny piece of clockwork they had released a frighteningly powerful opponent. Kyuubimon had failed to contain the hostile Megadramon, but fortunately (and much to Rika’s dismay) Ryo had appeared to save the day with his own frighteningly powerful digimon partner. She cringed at the thought that her rival could already have his digimon digivolve to Ultimate without any catalyst such as the Blue Card Calumon provided her, Takato and Henry.

EXPOSITION!

“What’s up with her?” Kenta and Kazu blinked, Ryo mellowing as he watched Rika storm off into the hut they had been heading to.

"She had her eyes shut and walked into a cactus."

“She probably needs some time alone. Renamon was nearly killed in that fight,” Ryo said with his hands resting on his flanks, “I’d say she’s pretty much pissed it was me who saved her though, haha,” he rubbed behind his head and continued walking after Rika and Renamon with Cybedramon following closely behind.

Kazu and Kenta exchanged looks and blinks, suddenly burst into hyperactivity again and yelped: “He’s so awesome!”

Apparently saying words can excite these two.

After the group had entered the house Babamon and Jijimon so generously were sharing, the day slipped by in a rather uneventful manner. Rika had treated Renamon’s wounds with some of the medicine in the shack and Ryo managed to somehow convince Cyberdramon to lie down and rest to recover his energy after the tough battle from before. There was no reason to rush after all, they were all tired of trekking and exploring the Digital World, this was their chance to relax.

Okay, Renamon's wounds are healed. There's absolutely NO REASON why she shouldn't take part in the eventual orgy, right?

After dinner, Kazu and Kenta grouped on either of Ryo’s sides and gingerly jumped up and down, “Hey, Ryo! We know of a great onsen nearby, we’re gonna go in for a dip, c’mon!” Kazu invited with Kenta happily nodding for emphasis on the onsen’s greatness.

"I've got a better idea: let's all piss off. You two go first."

Ryo politely declined, “Maybe later, I’ve to help Babamon with the dishes. Jijimon seems to have fallen asleep after filling his belly,” the boy gently laughed, not waiting for any confirmation as he walked off into the kitchen.

"HE'S SO AWESOME!"

Kenta and Kazu shrugged, with Kazu saying: “Well, his loss. I’m spent for the day, all I wanna do is relax!”

“Relax from what? You two didn’t do anything,” Rika said from the table, her arms folded together.

"That's not true, we were creepy and annoying!"

“Aw, c’mon Rika. Just because you were the one protecting us earlier and that you helped Babamon make dinner while we played cards with Ryo doesn’t mean we didn’t do anything productive!” Kazu said in their defense, nudging Kenta with a smirk, “Show ‘er, Kenta!”

Kenta smirked in the same condescending way and showed Rika’s eyebrow-lifted eyes a piece of paper signed with what appeared to be a cartoonish doodle of Ryo and his signature beside it, “We got his autograph!”

"He's so AWESOME! Did you hear him use words earlier?"

Rika’s eyebrow twitched, a vein popping behind her head, “You were pestering him all this time for a piece of paper?” she groaned.

Veins popping up over your head and giant sweat beads must happen exclusively to Japanese people.

“Oh yeah! We’ve the autograph of the Legendary Tamer, hehe,” Kazu grinned, “Isn’t that great?”

“Go to your onsen, you stalkers,” she coldly said, turning her back on them as she went to sit on one of the cushions by the fireplace. Kenta groaned.

“Why does she have to be so bitchy?” Kazu shrugged and turned to walk in the onsen’s direction.

“I dunno, bet all she needs is a good fuck.”

"And what are the chances of sex happening in the near future? Like, none!"

“Try lowering your voice when you want to talk behind a person’s back,” said Rika from her sitting place, making both boys stand straighter than usual and then rush off with blush on their faces.

Rika scoffed as she settled down to meditate “Jerks.”

"Pfft. All I need is a good fuck? Yeah, like that will happen in the next five minutes.

Several minutes later, a voice woke Rika from her thoughts. “Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine with the exception of apparently needing a good fuck, that of which I find unlikely to occur."

Rika turned to see Ryo standing beneath her, “You don’t need to check up on me. I can do by without you running around,” she coldly said, causing Ryo to let out a small chuckle.

Beneath her? Is he standing IN the fire?

“C’mon, don’t play the Ice Queen routine with me, Rika,” he said, “Plus you haven’t been very welcome to me ever since I showed up. Weren’t you at least concerned where I had vanished to? Bet you didn’t expect me to be here and with Cyberdramon on top of it! You’re still the hard-to-impress girl, huh?”

“Humph, and you’re still the easy-going nut job” Rika retorted, not even looking at him this time.

"At least I didn't walk into a cactus."

“Nut job? Wow, I went from a jerk face to a nut job in the span of a month. Score,” Ryo grinned in a playful, sarcastic manner, making Rika cringe.

She violently stood up and faced the smiling boy “Stop trying to hit on me, I still haven’t forgotten,”

“I haven’t, either” Ryo smirked in a condescending fashion all of a sudden, making Rika take a step back as he saw him grin to her.

His awesomeness finally hit her.

“What do you mean?” Rika blushed, trying to play the quiet fool without realizing that in her outburst she had already laid her hand of cards open to him. Ryo just took steps in her direction until she was backed up against the wall; they fully knew what he was talking about. She had been about to call him out on how he had obviously cheated when he beat her in the Digimon Card Battle tournament back in the real world, but Ryo had brought back a memory of something highly unpleasant she had been trying to block out in her head until then.

The highly unpleasant memory in question is, naturally, losing at a children's card game.

“You know what I mean, Rika” Ryo chuckled darkly, “That day, we placed a bet. You won, I became your underling side-kick. I won, you gave me a blow job. Things happened all of a sudden and I had to leave as you know, but…” he briefly stopped, pressing the tip of his tongue at the rim of his upper lip, “…I’m expecting you to pay your debt to me in full, tonight if possible.”

What? How could that possibly seem like a good bet to take?

“That smug little…!” Rika cursed him in her mind, but he was right. That was a debt she had long left unpaid; sure it had been beyond her power to fulfill at the time but…

You mean UNrepaid.

Ryo’s arrogant stare seemed to be breaking Rika’s will apart bit by bit, but she wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction of seeing her fall to pieces. “Fine,” she said, sparking Ryo’s curiosity as his smile widened. Even then, she had wanted to punch him in the face to rub it off.

Seriously though, he becomes your side-kick if you win, and you have to BLOW HIM if you lose? That would be a shitty bet to take even IF the outcome of the contest couldn't easily go in your opponent's favour by simply shuffling your deck of cards wrong.

“Good girl!” Ryo smirked, walking back a few steps as he undid his pants, letting them fall down along with his briefs at the same time, a rock hard six incher facing Rika, who was more than surprised to say the least. She turned on her way and then knelt in front of him, observing his rock-hard cock with a small and nervous gulp.

“Y-you’re hard already?”

How did he manage to let his pants and briefs drop to the ground while having a rock hard erection? I bet he could also pull DOWNWARDS to get his coat off a rack.

“I had some time to think about coming to collect my debt while washing the dishes, and I knew Kenta and Kazu would be busy,” Ryo admitted, his right hand gripped around the base of his cock and nut sack, “So, gonna start tonight?” he chuckled. Rika huffed in return.

“Shut up or I can’t guarantee I won’t bite,” she snarled as she blushed harder and got down to her knees, her face next to the young man’s cock.

"If there was only a six-foot ass-kicking digital creature that would do anything I say in the next room to save me! But alas, that seems like an even bigger pipe-dream than ME receiving a good fuck at this point."

“You’re all love, Rika,” Ryo softly said, looking down at her as his fists clenched when her hand delicately caressed the base of his erection and then gripped it firmly to keep it from throbbing. This elicited a moan from Ryo, whose cheeks began flushing, but he said nothing in order to keep Rika happy and cooperative. He knew she was all but reluctant about this.

“Little Casanova-wannabe, piece of…” Rika murmured. Her eyes scanned over his maleness, never having really touched one before, but having read enough adult-themed manga to know where to start. This wasn’t sex, she was just going to suck him off and then she’d spit it back on his shirt. The young girl stroked Ryo’s manhood to get used to its shape and length, not getting second thoughts on what she was about to do. After all, they had placed a fair bet, and despite her childish accusations she knew it had been an official, fair-‘n-square tournament finals match. Which he had won.

"I couldn't have predicted in a million years that this bet could possibly come back to bite me in the ass!"

She cringed and clenched her teeth as she heard him moan in delight at her soft touch, her hand gripping hard again before she edged her face forwards and lightly kissed the tip of Ryo’s dick for taste. Rika groaned in her mind as she lightly sucked on the tip in a precocious manner, not having a lot of field experience. Ryo’s nerves happily took the ripples of pleasure that action produced, however. He moaned louder although he tried to contain them so he wouldn’t make a lot of noise. Rika was being a tease even if she wasn’t fully aware of it herself.

Oh yeah, you GOTTA taste 'em first. Savor the flavor, mm-mmm.

“Doesn’t taste that bad, I thought it’d be ugly…” Rika briefly stopped to collect her thoughts, inspecting Ryo’s glans wet with her saliva and decided she’d go ahead with it; the sooner it was over the quicker she’d get to kick his ass. The female digimon tamer proceeded with the treatment, her mouth shaking a bit before opening around Ryo’s relatively big penis, taking about three inches of the length into her mouth before she enclosed her lips around the veiny shaft.

She thought it was going to taste "Ugly"? What, is she from the southern United States now?

Ryo gasped and Rika began breathing through her nose in a focused fashion as she began sucking inwards, pulling an additional inch of Ryo’s cock inside of her mouth to the point her lips bumped on the side of her index finger of the hand she was using to hold a grip on the base of his pecker.

Can you suck any other direction than inwards? Oh wait, wrong inwards. Nevermind.

Ryo’s moans began to pick up some volume as Rika tried her best to suck and use her tongue at the same time as she had ‘learned’ to, finding that it pleasured the boy to the same level if not higher than what erotic comic books could ever depict. She felt her free hand go to his leg, resting on it so she could lean on him for better positioning, Ryo hardly budging since she wasn’t very heavy or strong to start with.

This just strengthens my theory: All Japanese teenagers read erotic comic books.

“Ahh, you’ve- done this before?” Ryo half-laughed half-moaned, Rika blushing harder as she muffledly insulted him with a frown as she glared up at his lustful eyes. Who did he think he was, accusing her of anything as derogatory as this? She was about to go with her word and bite him, but she somehow couldn’t bring herself to. Instead, she kept sucking and licking Ryo’s length in an even more feverish manner. Was she liking this? No, that was impossible. Ryo was a stupid boy, he had humiliated her, and now he was going for the coup‘d grace with this. Yet somehow, Rika found herself indulging him and at the same time, her own lust.

Is it too late for Renamon to join in?

It became clear to her that this wasn’t any sort of attraction she was feeling for her fellow digimon tamer and rival, not of the sentimental type at least. Her blush intensified, but her glare softened as she realized this, her eyes narrowing into a more relaxed state as she went to work on Ryo better and faster, her tongue happily accepting his small but continuous spurts of pre.

“I’m tellin’ ya, Kenta, there’s no way in heck Ryo would trade a noob like you a Black Imperialdramon Card; if anything, he’ll just allow you to show him your MarineAngemon Card, but that’s, mmph!”

"Quiet! Now, if you tell anybody about what happened back there, so help me I will cut you."

“Shh! Look!” Kenta interrupted, taking his palm off Kazu’s mouth. Kazu looked from the hall of the door to the living room where they had been planning to go through and widened his eyes to the same proportions as Kenta’s surprised ones. Was this some sort of shared-dream they were experiencing?

Aah! Inception!

Rika on her knees, Ryo with his pants down and her head… next to his crotch! What was going on here?

It's either oral sex, or they're testing out some sort of penis-telephone.

“It’s obvious what’s going on here, and only one thing to do about it” Kazu whispered, straightening his towel up before trying to step forwards but Kenta, also in a towel, grabbed and pulled his arm down to a crouching position.

"Let go! There's no way I'm going to miss out testing the very first penis-phone!"

“Geez, man, are you serious?” barked Kenta, “You go there and Rika’s probably gonna rip your cock right off. And what if there’s something going on with Ryo, too? I don’t wanna be no Cyberdramon manburger.”

Possibly the strangest choice of words to ever grace the end of a sentence.

“Agh, you dumbass, I was just gonna go take a closer look!” Kazu grunted, pointing over the back of the couch where they could easily hide and spy from. Kenta settled down and silently nodded. They prepared to infiltrate.

Kazu and Kenta have learned the first lesson of not being seen: Not to stand up. However, they have chosen a very obvious piece of cover.

Meanwhile, Rika was still lost into giving Ryo the blow job of his life, and it was now difficult to tell who was enjoying that fact more. Ryo had felt her use the hand on his thighs to fondle his balls for a while, but she removed it. Her eyes were closed, her hand was moving back and between her legs, “I can’t believe, ohhh man. Is she THAT horny?” Ryo asked himself, panting and gasping all the while Rika sucked. His thoughts were confirmed when he heard her unbuckle her tight pants and pushed them off to have them drop off, her panties being slid down to her the underline of her thighs.

She has to PUSH her pants off, yet his fall off like he was wearing a loosely tied bed-sheet? Maybe he IS that awesome...

“Oh, my, fucking, god… She’s masturbating…!” Kenta eagerly whispered to Kazu, who seemed absorbed in watching the scene, only for him to freak out when he caught sight of his friend’s right hand whacking himself off, “Kazu, what the hell?!”

“This is like watching a porno, dude, ohh, hell, she looks tight. Wonder if…” Kazu half-groaned, closing an eye as he hotly panted, his eyes training themselves on Rika’s behind.

It's like watching a porno, only with a greater chance of having your dick split in half if you're caught.

Kenta wasn’t sure of what he was murmuring about, he thought Kazu had gone delirious after seeing Rika and Ryo like this; he couldn’t deny the whole thing wasn’t hot. He even was hard as well. “Grr, well, if everyone’s doing it…” he said to himself reassuringly, reaching down to begin stroking himself as well, getting off from watching the fingering girl blowing their idol and hero.

That's how I always justify masturbating.

“…I’ve had enough of watching! Take me, Rika!” Kazu suddenly and passionately shouted, jumping from behind the couch, which startled everyone in the living. Fortunately, it hadn’t been loud to the point of waking up the two old digimon heavy sleepers. Rika cranked her head sideways slightly with half of Ryo’s cock still in her mouth, blinking along with him as she saw Kazu’s naked body briefly gliding towards her with a white towel falling down and behind.

That's a.. pleasant image.

“Kazu…?” Ryo asked in disbelief, Rika didn’t manage to say anything for the obvious reasons, but a very loud moan escaped her throat as an over-excited Kazu grabbed her by the buttocks and thrust five inches of boy meat into her tight, virgin cunt.

Annnd Kazu breaks the cardinal rule of voyeurism: Looky, but no touchy.

“Ohhhh, damn! This feels so good! So real, mmnnngh! So fucking tight!” Kazu happily groaned as his dick was squished by Rika’s ex-virginal pussy walls. The same feeling of ecstasy was shared even by Rika’s pain-ridden body and by consequence Ryo’s cock was sucked and clamped down on the hardest yet. The trio of youngsters moaned in unison with Kenta watching them and still inconspicuously wanking. Kazu’s primal instincts took the better of him and he began to mercilessly pound Rika, his hands roaming her butt violently as his hips thrusted both with force and passion.

Ryo groaned in delight as he finally hit his climax, Rika moaning and letting him go as he began to wildly thrash around. He took hold of his own cock and then aimed it at Rika, his erratic cum shots being focused in her face’s direction. When the generous helping of semen was erratically distributed along her cheeks and rest of her face, Rika finally had time to moan and yelp haplessly as her bleeding pussy continued being pounded on. “K-Kazu, what the hell do you think,” she trembled, falling to her hands as the boy humped her like a dog in heat.

Christ, she must have been blowing him for like, a full freaking hour. MY jaw feels a little sore after eating a particularly chewy piece of taffy.

“C’mon, don’t be meaaaaaannn Rika…! You’re liking this, aren’t you?!” Kazu moaned out in lust, pounding Rika even harder as her pre juices allowed his shaft to slide in and out more easily. “You’re… gonna… cum, huh?!”

William Shatner'd there for a second.

Rika grit her teeth together, shutting one eye as she looked back at the horny Kazu with a growl, “GET IT DONE ALREADY, NUMBSKULL!” she roared, making Ryo, who was already spent, take a step back. Kazu started blushing as he began doing what he thought was his best to fuck Rika’s brains out, his hips rhythmically moving along with his partner. His penis was starting to leak pre, and Rika truly was near the edge. It didn’t take them very long to come together, and moan in unison as their orgasms went off at the same time.

Orgasms, apparently, act much like explosives.

Rika’s legs finally gave up and she plopped down to the floor, Kazu having stepped back at the right time for his cock to slide out so he wouldn’t fall down with her. He moaned as his now semi-hard cock hung down, completely wet with a mixture of his sperm and Rika’s juices. He was satisfied, his goofed-out face was proof of it, but at the same time, he seemed more tired than Rika and Ryo combined. He fainted.

He can't defend himself! Quick, finish him off!

“Woah. You really worked it all out of him, Rika!” Ryo commented in a honestly impressed way as he looked at their mess, placing his hands on his flanks with a grin. Rika suddenly sat up, minding not the fact her mid-section was still somewhat sore. She glared up to Ryo and put her index in a threatening way just under his chin, her cunt still dripping the same mixed substance coating Kazu’s member.

Index fingers are terrifying. Finally, somebody else who understands!

“If you EVER tell anyone about this, I’ll promise that I’ll tear it right out of you and feed it to your mouth!” Rika barked, looking back at Kazu’s unconscious form, “It was a dream, that’s all. For him,” she then looked in the couch’s direction, “And if you try to convince him of otherwise, Kenta, you’re gonna PAY.”

Yes, it was the middle one.

With that, Rika picked her pants up and violently stormed off to her private quarters where Renamon was. Kenta had fallen on his butt, his towel on his throbbing and still raging erection, blushing madly, “I-I… uh… I didn’t see anything!” he said as Rika’s piercing glare came his way.

Aww yee-ah, she's going to her and Renamon's private quarters with a wet vagina. Now we're getting somewhere.

Ryo half-laughed, “Still the same ‘ol ice queen. Ah well, never been happier after collecting a debt, haha,” he grinned, looking into Kazu’s way, “Bet it’s the same for him.”

Alright, come on, enough of them! Get to the Renamon!

The End.

Oh god dammit!
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Ohhhh, man, oh man! That was awesome. I laughed throughout the entirety of all the comments. Bravo!

Didn't know you liked Renamon sex that much. Wanna try your hand at my Takato x Renamon one now?

Quote:Aah! Inception!

LOL. I laughed the laughest here. That movie really confused the heck out of me XD

Great job, As. Great job.
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Thanks for the compliments. Not sure if I want to continue or not, though.

As for the Renamon stuff, I dunno, it just seemed funny to talk about at the time. Cause you know, there are very few stories with Renamon in it where she doesn't end up screwing something.
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Then my story is unique! >:3
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Including Renamon in a story and NOT having her screw something might actually be illegal [citation needed].
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I sometimes wonder if wikipedia's consorcium's agents watch sites that use statements such as those. Oh well, better to prevent than to cure!
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Welp, here's Mr. Backlasher's story. Now that both of the stories I was asked to do are done, I'm officially finished the series. Yaaay!



This story takes place in an alternate earth, where the two dominant species on the planet are Humans (that’s us) and Zoanmorphs (Zoans for short. Those are anthropomorphic animals that became an official ‘race’ in the early 1940s). The year is 2008, and this short story will revolve around the life of Prowler, an anthropomorphic coyote and unofficial ambassador and advocate of peace and equality between humans and Zoans. This takes place in America, in the fictional city of Los Santos, similar to our New York.

Humans and anthropomorphic animals co-existing? Great. I look forward to the humans being complete assholes for no other reason than just being xenophobic jerks.

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A week in the life of.. no one, I guess.

Monday

A week in the life of Monday.

When Prowler Dharke packed his little brother and sister’s lunches this morning, he made sure that they finished their breakfast before sending them off.

Anthropomorphic animal or not, his parents really went overboard with the name "Prowler Dharke." Parents, don't give your kids names that are basically a euphemism for "Rapist."

“Finish your milk.” Prowler pointed at his brother, Hunter’s glass. “It’s good for you!” It had been tough raising his 12-year-old brother and his 16-year-old sister, Stella, on his own. Especially when it was only six years ago when he discovered he even had siblings, and by now, he was old enough to be their father at the age of 32.

Milk must be a strange subject now that there are anthropomorphic animals around.

“Okay, okay.” Mumbled the 12-year-old before he downed the rest of his (rather large) glass of milk in several slow gulps, letting out a sigh of relief as he finished. He looked up at his older brother who fondly ruffled his ears and wiped his milk mustache off with a napkin.

Heart pounding action!

“Atta boy Hunter!” Prowl chuckled and handed them their backpacks. “You two be good now, y’hear?” He warned, kneeling down and giving them each a big hug. “I don’t want the principal calling me because you two made those high school kids wet themselves again, got it?” He said firmly, but his facial expression said that he was proud of them.

Well, at least the humans aren't segregating them. That's a start.

“We’ll be good.” Stella promised and kissed Prowl on the cheek before she turned around and ran to the door.

Prowl smirked at Hunter teasingly and puckered up, making the younger coyote scream and run, but the older coyote caught him by the wrist and yanked him back, wrapping him in his powerful, furry arms so he couldn’t move and planted smooches on top of his head, just to gross him out, before letting him go.

That's a good way to get a fur ball.

“Bye Prowl!” Hunter chuckled as he followed his sister out the door.

Prowler sighed and cleared away their plates and glasses, hoping that they’d have a good day. He tended to worry about them needlessly; much like his human foster mother did for him when she was alive. He put the dishes in the sink to wash later and stepped out onto the balcony. Their apartment was on the fifth floor, and he could see Hunter and Stella catch the school bus. He watched them do it every morning, just to make sure they were okay. This was a rather dangerous neighborhood after all, and he was planning on moving them somewhere safer.

"Welp, better put these dishes up as to not break them when the inevitable sex happens."

There was a knock on the door, and Prowl strode over to it, stepping over the small table in the living room, leaping over the old couches with the foam visible through rips on the brown leather, he crossed the narrow hallway and got to the door. He leaned against the wall with his forearm and answered it, only to be greeted by Melissa’s smiling face. She looked like she was going somewhere special with all the make up she had on.

Must be hard to wear make up over all that fur.

“Hey there!” Melissa giggled. Her hands were clasped together behind her and she was rocking back and forth playfully on the balls of her feet. “Kids home?”

"That depends: Who the hell are you?"

Prowl crossed his arms and cocked a brow at her flirtatiously, leaning his shoulder against the wall. “No, but who wants to know?” He grinned at her, undressing her with his eyes. Melissa was their human neighbor from two rooms down, and like a good portion of humans, she had started finding Zoans attractive. She was in her early twenties, still in college, had a rather shapely figure, a sizable pair of hips and breasts, blond, curly hair and a beauty mark on her face, just above the corner of her lips. She reminded him an awful lot like Marilyn Monroe.

Oh, she's a human. That makes more sense, because I thought she was one of those anthropomorphic animals, and what I was imagining was one of them putting make-up over their fur, that would look so silly an- Oh, sorry, there's more story.

Without another word, she pushed past the door and brought her body against Prowl’s front, her luscious lips pressing hungrily against the front of his muzzle. He was used to it by now. She came almost every week since they moved here just to fuck his brains out. She was a strange girl, Melissa. She had sex with a different man every week, or so she told him.

Having sex with a different man every week for who knows how many weeks? It must be like fucking a hallway at this point. And then your dick falls off afterwards.

-A new man and Prowler, at least- for she had sex with him no less than once a week after their first month here.

She probably has a schedule book now.

He knew her kind, she was a nymphomaniac, a sex addict, and she happened to love the coyote’s fur against her bare, tender flesh more than anything. They wrestled their way to Prowl’s room where she broke away from him, breathing hard from lust. She stood back and took a good look at him.

I've always hypothesized that suplexing your partner before doing the deed is the key to great sex. You can imagine why I'm still a virgin.

Prowl licked the side of his muzzle patiently, standing still for her. She loved to examine him, to see and touch his body as she saw fit, like he was a toy made only for her pleasure, and really, he didn’t mind.

Melissa bit the tip of her thumb as she circled him. He was so tall, standing at 6’4, and so well built, with broad shoulders, and a distinct six pack even though his midriff was covered in tan, sand colored fur. He had a powerful chest, big, strong furry arms- and the way he was dressed! He wore faded pinstriped boxers that have lost their elasticity from overuse, and the only reason they stayed on him was that he had a sizable package attached to his crotch that kept the thing from falling, so they just hung there, draped on his hips, the limp waistband just bellow his tail. He didn’t throw anything away as long as they could still be used, explaining the choice in clothing. She lifted his tail playfully and eyed his ass- oh god he had a man’s ass-

I can't tell who I'm supposed to be attracted to at this point. We'll see.

“Ya’ done playin’?” Prowl asked her, still uneasy about having his tail lifted. A male lifting his tail to someone was like a declaration of homosexuality, and while he didn’t mind the gays, he did get a little uptight when someone lifted his fifth limb without asking.

Oh, that's cute. The anthropomorphic race is already coming up with ways to give people the "Gay" label, and it only took around 70 years. Moving right along as a culture.

“No…” Melissa said breathlessly, running her fingers through the course fur on his firm back. She stripped her tank top off and hugged him from behind, pressing her breasts against his back and rubbing his firm pectorals with her hands. She rubbed him from his chest, right down to his abs, which she kneaded lustfully, all covered in softer, smoother fur than his back, before she pulled his boxers down. “Just a little longer…”

"Just a little longer before we have to begrudgingly go back to describing the female body."

Prowl quite enjoyed the hug. He always did, even as a kid. Melissa wasn’t wearing a bra, and that was a bonus. He stepped out of his boxers when they slid down his thighs and legs, and stood still once more, letting Melissa have her way with him. She was like an octopus, grabbing and groping and stroking… of course, he wasn’t complaining. He groaned softly as she kneaded his firm, furry ass, mostly to please her, because he knew she loved getting a reaction out of him. What she liked about his ass, he’ll never know. All the good stuff is up front!

Oh come on, even he's more attracted to himself at this point. Just get the girl out of here already and let him have sex with himself.

“Ooh, you like that?” She asked, breathing hotly against his back, “You like it when I play with your ass?” She gave his firm cheek a squeeze.

“I just love the way you play with me, sugar.”

“Oh God Prowler I want you so bad- growl for me-”

“Grrr…”

"Uh.. uhh.. rawwr. W-was that good enough?

“I said growl!” She tugged on his tail, and a low growl rumbled in his chest, coming out as a snarl, complete with exposed fangs, though his eyes were closed and his brows were furrowed in pleasure, he had grabbed her wrists and pinned her down on his bed with him on top. “Yes oh God YES!”

“You’re one weird dame…” The coyote thought to himself, though he quite enjoyed the treatment. He released her wrists, planting his paws on either side of her head, his knees on either side of her hips.

I guess he's going to have sex with her belly button.

Melissa started rubbing his chest again, finding his nipples beneath all that fur. A satisfactory grin plastered her face as she pinched and twisted one playfully, getting another growl out of the coyote. “Ohhhh yes… Prowly likes it when I play with his nipples, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah-“

“He loves it, doesn’t he?” She pinched and twisted harder, getting a wince and a breathy groan out of him.

"Yes, yes! Just, for the love of god, let go of the nipples!"

“Oh yeaaah…”

“Aaand…” Her free hand caressed his chest, down his abs, his groin, his canine sheath of furry flesh that protected his manhood, cupping his large testicles that dangled over her groin. “You love this, don’t you?” She wiggled her fingers so the digits batted his furry scrotum, shaking his balls playfully.

We get it, he's hot and everything about his body is perfect. Get to the intercourse!

The fur on the back of his neck and spine bristled and he brought his muzzle close to her ear. “Lose the skirt. Now.” He growled through barred fangs.

She squealed gleefully as he rolled off her so she could get rid of her miniskirt with as many exaggerated movements as possible while the coyote lay down, resting his head on his folded arms. When she was ready, she had him spread his legs and got between his thighs.

.. She IS a little strange, isn't she.

“Take it easy.” Prowl told her in vain as she played with his testicles and stroked his sheath, pulling it down all the way so his cock slid out of it. It resembled a human’s cock, but with the texture of a canine’s. It was a pinkish peach color with thick veins traveling up its length, and was coated in a film of slimy, natural lubrication.

Slimy is not an adjective that should ever be used to describe anything during sex.

Melissa jacked it off vigorously, biting on her lower lip as the hot meat warmed her fingers. Each time she switched hands, she left clear strands of natural lubricant between them and his cock. Prowl growled lowly for her in pleasure. She was quite skilled with her hands. She knew where to pressure, where to squeeze, where to rub… before long, his cock had engorged with a bit of blood and was now semi limp. It wasn’t that he wasn’t aroused, he was, it was just too big to erect fully unless he was totally aroused, and that never seemed to happen unless it involved lots of kink, or a cock ring. At 14 inches in length, two, maybe three inches in diameter and still not rock hard, it was a wonder he got any at all. But Melissa thought it was beautiful, especially now that it was leaking copious amounts of precum as if he was already close to an orgasm. She knew for a fact that he wasn’t. He had various tells when he was close, and lots of pre wasn’t one of them.

14 inches? What the hell? With 14 inches of penis, you're getting to the point where getting an erection could make you pass out from blood loss.

“You’re not just gonna look at it, are you?” Prowl raised a brow at her questioningly. She loved being pressured. “Spread those legs for me?”
Melissa smiled at him and leaned back, overlapping her thighs on his as she showed him her shaved snatch.

"HELLO! Hello.. hello.." Get it? It's an echo because of.. her.. ... Ahem. Moving on.

Prowl growled lustfully as he ran a fingerpad gently over that drooling pink slit, lifting her clitoral hood with his thumb and rubbing her sensitive little bulb. She started moaning loudly almost immediately, even more so when he slid his thumb into her sopping wet hole and moved it around in little circles. He tortured her like this for a while, loving those sounds she made. He retracted his hand, his cock having erected just a little more so that it stood up, but still flopped flexibly when shook.

Cock can still flop flexibly if shook, gotcha. This is good information to have.

Breathing hard, Melissa straddled his crotch, wrapping her thighs around his monstrous dick so the bottom pressed against her pussy. She could feel every vein on it pumping blood in tandem with his heartbeats. She started sliding back and forth so his cock rubbed against her labia and her thighs, smoothly, thanks to the natural lubricant.

I can just imagine her turning towards the fourth wall, smiling and modeling a bottle of "Natural Lubricant."

The coyote shut his eyes and groaned loudly, enjoying the texture of her warm pussy and her smooth thighs rubbing his length up and down, up and down, up and down… she was picking up speed now, and the squelching sounds of cock sliding between pussy and thigh filled the room. Prowl grabbed her outer thighs and started bucking his hips against her movements, enhancing the sensation for the both of them.

Well maybe he should do a little bit of work, instead of being so STIFF! Hi-yoooooooooo!

This was enough for her; she could get off to this. The veins on his semi-limp, burning cock massaged her labia and clitoris enough with its hot flesh, the vision of Prowl moaning and groaning, as he bucked his hips and fucked her thighs turned her on so much- “Prowler- stop!” She cried, and he obeyed, letting her legs go. She backed away from his manhood, now even harder still, but STILL not as hard as it ought to be, like when she used a cock ring on him. Sticky strings of slime connected her pussy and thighs to his monster cock as she backed away. “Where are your condoms?”

Always a great question to ask AFTER you've already started having sex.

“Same place they always are, doll-face.” Prowl sighed huskily, his eyes half closed so all she could see were half of each of his deep, golden irises. “I just got some new ones. Extra thin and stretchy. They feel like I ain’t wearing any at all.”

"They'll break real easy so we won't have to deal with a full condom later!"

Melissa giggled and opened his drawer in his side-table, rooting around and grabbing a condom. She tore the pack open with her teeth and grabbed his cock, rolling the blue latex down over it. She loved putting condoms on him, it was hot, and he approved. When the condom was on, Prowl sat up and got on his knees while Melissa lay on her back and raised her legs for him. She saw his cock with every vein making an impression on the exterior of the thin, shiny blue latex it was coated with, and it made her stomach turn in deep, rending lust.

And indigestion.

Prowl got on top of her, pressing the tip of his cock against her pussy, she hooked her legs around his hips and stayed that way, bracing for the entry. The tip of his cock entered with surprisingly little difficulty. These were really good condoms. He let out a low moan of pleasure and pressed his muzzle against her cleavage.

Now HE turns to the fourth wall, holding up the condom package and giving a thumbs up.

She wrapped her arms around his head, scratching behind his ears affectionately as he slid deeper and deeper into her. His large tongue oozed out of his muzzle and lathered her breasts with saliva, circling each mound slowly until they circled each nipple, which he suckled and nibbled on, alternating between left and right. With one last push, he was inside her. Even though she had lots of sex and took many large cocks, she couldn’t take more than eight to nine inches of his monster without risking injury, and he knew that. He didn’t push any deeper, and instead, started gyrating his hips back and forth at a steady rhythm.

"Who's a good boy? Who's a dood boy, you was! Oh yes you wuz!"

Melissa was screaming now. His size, his movements, he didn’t even need to find her G-spot; his dick took up all the space she had to hide it. This intense pleasure wasn’t unrequited as she could hear him moaning passionately just as she screamed. He forced his muzzle on top of her screaming mouth and silenced her by thrusting his vulgarly large tongue into it. It was so thick, she couldn’t even close her mouth around it, so instead, she sucked his hot, powerful tongue off contently, pretending it was another cock.

I.. I can't think of anything to say about that mental image.

Prowl quickened his pace, moving rapidly and smoothly. Melissa wrapped her legs around his hips tightly. It felt like he was going to split her in two, it hurt, but the pleasure she got from it overwhelmed the pain, and they were moaning into each other's mouths so loudly that old Mrs. Bremnan from the flat beneath them turned up her iPod to drown them out, humming loudly as she knitted socks for her grandchildren at a furious pace.

Suddenly everything turns green, she becomes silhouetted in black, the ipod is silhouetted in white, and she just starts dancing.

As their tongues danced together hotly, Melissa clenched her pussy around his colossal cock and let out a shrill cry as she came hard. She was panting for breath, but he didn’t stop. In fact, he just ploughed her harder still, having used her orgasm as a signal telling him that he could go harder. Prowler loved it rough, and so did she.

She's not panting for breath because of an orgasm, you just hit her lungs! Pull out, pull out!

Melissa felt his tongue pull out of her mouth slowly, inch by inch as he grit his fangs together. She watched him with difficulty and counted his tells: His ears were tilted back, his fangs were bared, his eyes were shut tightly, his nostrils were flaring rapidly from his quickened breaths and pants, he was gripping her hips tightly, he was tilting his head up so his nose pointed at the ceiling- he was quickening his pace- he was cumming, and so was she!

Like Sherlock Holmes, this one is.

The Zoan and the Human cried out in tandem as he buried nine inches of his throbbing cock into her cunt, inflating the condom inside her with his hot, thick, creamy white spunk, trapping it inside her as she came a second time this morning, harder than the first time. His whole body tensed, his athletic, flexible build let him arch his back in an almost perfect crescent. He continued to ejaculate for what seemed like two, maybe three minutes before he gently thrust in and out, milking himself in her. They were both panting hard and Prowl’s tongue hung from the side of his muzzle like a tired dog’s.

“Wow…” She squeaked.

He jumps off the bed, panting like a dog and looking around for the source of the squeak.

“I’ll say…” He panted, making sure the condom didn’t spill any of his semen when he pulled his cock out of it, leaving it inside her. With a bit of coaxing, he managed to pull it out without popping it. It looked like an engorged, pale blue, shiny water balloon filled with white glue. He tied it up and planned on getting rid of it later. It was still dripping with her cloudy, watery juices, which all gushed out of her and onto his sheets when he pulled the cum balloon out of her. At least he didn’t make too much of a mess. There must be a liter, maybe a pint of jizz in that condom, and he was glad it wasn’t on his sheets or the floor.

"Cum Balloon" is such a charming term.

Melissa sat up, catching her breath as Prowl tossed her a towel. She wiped her sweaty body off, and then her thighs and pussy so she was relatively dry. She got off his bed and limped toward her discarded clothes.

“You okay?” He asked her.

"Just some major internal damage, don't worry about me, I'll be fine."

“More than okay!”

“You sure? You’re limping.”

“It hurts so good.”

"Yeah.. but that doesn't explain why you're limping. I mean, your vagina is CLOSE to your legs, but they aren't-"

"I SAID I'M FINE!


“Where’re you going now?” He asked her as she put her clothes back on and went to his bathroom to wash her face. He got up and followed her, his still semi-limp dick dripping dollops of white, gooey cream from the tip as he walked over to her.

“College! I’m gonna be late!” She laughed, limping past him hurriedly, her make-up looking proper again. How girls did that so fast, he didn’t know. “I had a good time! See you next week!” She laughed and tried to run, but he grabbed her arm.

Aah! A witch!

He couldn’t believe she had school today! Fucking him like that! “Wait.” He said, propping the cum-balloon down somewhere, he grabbed a banana from the kitchen and handed it to her in the living room, where she waited. “At least have some breakfast.”

Don't hand her a banana, dammit! She's a nymphomaniac, that'll just distract her.

She smiled at him and accepted the banana. “You’re sweet,” She added, looking down at his cock. She wiped the tip of his manhood with her index finger, getting a nice, thick, glob of semen on it, before popping it in her mouth and sucking it off. “Mmm… Thanks for the protein-filled breakfast, Prowler.” She giggled, and ran out, shutting the door behind her and hiding her limp by skipping.

I guess that's not so bad. She could have DRANK the entire condom.

Prowl shook his head at her, crossing his arms, a light grin playing across his muzzle. “Glad I’m not her dad.” He told himself out loud, jokingly, as he sat down on the couch. There was a loud, wet POP, and his eyes went round, his ears drooping as he felt the warmth of his own cum drenching his legs, the sofa and the floor. He had sat on the condom.

"Prowl, what's that big, white, crusty stain on the couch?"

"Oh, that? That's just, uh.. just some milk. Yeah."

"Really, are you sure? 'Cause it sure doesn't smell like-"

"IT WAS MILK!"
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Keeee!! I loooved this, Asy! X3 I was laughing through the whole thing! <3

>:3 Cock tongue.
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