DICKMAS PROMPTS (late late late late late)
(Yang finds a wonderful present under the tree: Her little sister, bound in ribbon and gagged with a bow.)
Sometimes you get exactly what you ask for. Yang slowly approached towards the gentle hue of the tree glow. It was midday, a soft soft blue light from the curtained windows making early morning feel like deep night. The real light was from this pine tree aglow with crystal lights. And shimmering in the light was a perfect red ribbon wrapped and snug tight around the mound between Ruby’s legs. The girl looked up with that naïve glimmer that always flavored her eyes with innocence. Ruby’s breasts gently moved up and down with the breathes she hissed through the gag tied around her mouth, her arms and legs tied tight.
Yang snapped the ribbon away, revealing Ruby’s shimmering needy slit. Yang slid her baggy pajama pants down, her raging boner making it a tad difficult at first before her needy rod thwapped free, Yang using her hands to push her dick against that slit. Slowly she shoved her hips forward, letting her throbbing cock just feel out the wetness. Ruby must have been drooling all night, waiting for the chance to present herself. Yang was uncharacteristically quiet as she reared her hips back and started to push the head of her cock inside that warm needy tunnel. “Sis~” Yang cooed, letting her first sound break the tranquil silence. “Love you~”
She rammed inside, thrusting hard. The floor shook, the branches of the tree danced up and down above them. Ruby’s moans were capped by the gag bound tight around her pretty little mouth. Yang let out heavy hearty grunts, sounds of pleasure and exasperation as she so desperately desired what had finally be given to her. With a triumphant THWAP she clapped her dick inside and came, pouring her heavy load inside. Ruby cooed against her gag. Yang pursed her lips and giggled, reaching up to undo the gag.
“I-I didn’t say you could finish inside!” Ruby pouted, but Yang shook it off, laughing. They joined together as the star atop the tree fell to the floor.
(After confessing her love for Penny under the mistletoe, Ruby and Penny retire to the team’s dorm for some loving cuddle-fugging. (Your choice who has the bepis) )
“I… I love you.” Those words rattled around in Penny’s mind as the two returned to their room, their lips mashing against each other. Everything was new to some extent, after all Penny wasn’t made with kisses in mind. And yet she had always looked forward to this day and was so excited to learn that Ruby felt the same. Ruby’s hat fell aside, the festive red cone topped with cotton no longer needed. Neither were pants or skirts or anything that separated them. Penny’s outfit dropped to the floor, revealing something additional. A swaying cock that grew hard in a sort of artificial series of contractions.
“I had it added on after I saw it in an education video. I felt as though it would give allow me to give even more pleasure!” Penny assured Ruby as the huntress seemed confused. Penny was so scared it might displease Ruby that she didn’t notice the wriggling of the rear like a hunting leopard or the sudden LEAP forward! Ruby rode that cock hard, bouncing her rear up and down up and down as the bed took on the weight of a very heavy robot and a very horny huntress. Ruby laughed drunkenly, holding Penny’s hands tight and using them for support like a pole walker, herself more of a pole rider. Penny came inside Ruby, filling her up with the artificial cum goodness, like a sex toy of some description. Ruby smiled, tilting her head and closing her eyes.
“I love you for you~” Ruby purred.
(Peri wakes up to a wonderful present on Christmas. Camilla in a costume worshipping her cock, teasing her the entire time~)
The eve of the festivities always stole away Peri’s sleep. When she had finally gotten to rest that night she was a horny anxious mess, so excited to see what presents she would have been given. What she wasn’t expecting to wake to was something more empathetic to the former. Peri opened her eyes to the sight of Camilla leaning over. Thin strands of purple barely holding back her nipples, areola showing, breasts sagging against guitar string tight attire. Atop her head was a purple hat tipped and rimmed in fluffy cotton. Camilla swayed her hips, only a thin strap grasped around her loins hiding her needy mound.
“Good morning, Peri~” Camilla wrapped her tits around Peri’s massive cock, still covered in blankets. “Oh my! Now look at this stud. He’s excited to see me~” She ran her breasts up and down, the smooth silken song of soft breasts slowly rubbing against fluffy sheets filled the room with succor. Peri moaned, overwhelmed right away with her pent up edging cock. She came, spewing heavy cum that poured out through the blanket and soiled it, rising up like a geyser. “So soon~ Surely you have a few more rounds in you. I want you to knock me up with a gift~” Peri gasped.
“H-happy holidays~” She giggled, adjusting her candy colored hair.
(With the holiday season rolling around, blair (soul eater) gets drunk off egg nog and decides to pay maka a friendly drunken visit! Either blair or maka can be futa in this scenario!)
Nyan?
Drunk. Oh Death she was drunk! Blair pushed herself back up to her feet and shoved her tit back into her bra. When did she fall over? She mewed a little, feeling horny. Really horny. It was her very first true thought, her first motivation. So she rammed her digits into her loins but found the feeling a little lacking the same way a blanket misses its fire, coco misses marshmallows, and you’d sure as hell notice if a cookie didn’t have chocolate chips. You could survive with these pairs stranded alone, but you wanted both, and Blair knew she wanted company and knew just who to harass to get what she wanted!
“Sooooooul~” Blair cooed along, walking through the streets, headed straight for the building her favorite boy toy lived in. “Soul! So-so-Soooooul!!!” She waved her tail cutely, making sure to bend over in a sultry manner to the point of exaggeration. She leapt to the window, seeing a figure jerking off in the window. “There you are!” She crashed through only to find Maka, her skirt flipped up, panties shoved aside, and a massive ten incher grasped in her gloved hands. Blaire landed flat on her face, thong ass presented up and away. “Oh wow…”
“W-what are you doing here, Blair?!” Maka gasped, eyes wide in shock, her room lightly decorated for Christmas. Blaire got on all fours, shoving herself between Maka’s legs, purring.
“You’re even bigger than Soul~ Now how did that happen, nya?” Blaire pushed her nailed finger down the length, measuring it by feel. Maka moaned but said nothing. Blair wasted little time, running her tongue across that cock as a sort of final check. Maka curled her toes and leaned back against the chair. Blair then rammed her throat forward, letting that cock clog her up. She rammed back and forth until Maka came, having already been worked up. But that was just round one.
Blair threw herself into Maka’s lap, throwing her ass forward to slide her cheeks up and down against her cock. It was going to be a long night~ And Maka would wake up, look to her left, and see the busty cat girl sleeping away, her head pounding.
(Three Trash pandas share eggnog flavored cum)
The trio all laughed from the alley they had claimed for the party. One by one they took turns jerking each other off. Aspha was the one with short purple hair with green tips, like venomous barbs, a flat chest, wide hips, and a dick that was used as the gold standard for ruler companies. Her cock overflowed the glass. The one with curly black hair was Jules. Her breasts were mountains, her chub the kind of exaggerated curvature that only existed in porn and yet she somehow had it. Her cock was drooling constantly. And finally, there was Ylva, the queen of the raccoon pile, pink and cyan twin tails and a fishbone charm holding her right tail together. She wore a crown of tin and tits of D.
Together they all laughed and teased, toying away, jerking off into a frenzy of heated pleasure. It was just their kind of holiday.
(A Christmas Grinch gets a presents at midnight on Christmas as he turns into as thicc reindeer futa ready to spread cheer and reindeer cum to all, mostly the cum tho)
The sound brought Jones down the steps holding his bat like a feisty warrior. “Hey! Get out! Whoever is… Did I leave the tree on…? And is that…?” He looked down and sitting at the base of the tree was a gift. The absolute cliché present wrapped all neatly in a red perfect square and tied together with a shimmering green ribbon. The lights of the tree glowed all the festive colors, consuming the space in a holiday time atmosphere that even made Jones feel oddly happy. He slowly set the back aside and leaned down to the gift. It was addressed to him and was from “The Holiday Spirit.”
Either way, the intrude in his home clearly put a lot of work in to this so he figured opening it wouldn’t hurt. He opened the gift and a BLAST of wintry mix swirled around him, sending him to his knees. Thighs thickened, spreading out pajama pants to breaking, the draw strings bursting as his new ass burst out the back. His chest swelled with two perfect breasts quickly being ran over with creamy chest fur. His face stretches to a muzzle, his voice heightens, and short brown hair becomes long and longer. She rises, her thick equine prick oozing cum that gave off a festive aura. She was ready to spread some cheer~
[Futa Blake corrupting Ruby and Yang and turning them into futas by switching out their eggnog with her cum]
Blake sat back with a smug grin at the Christmas party. Ruby and Yang were just talking cutely, just the two sisters they had always been. So pure, that smile on Ruby’s face. Blake almost felt guilty, tugging away at her cock beneath her skirt. Her dick ached as she watched Yang take her first sip of the “nog”, Ruby joining in on her own time shortly after. And from there it was just waiting. Blake’s tail waved like the gears of a clock.
Yang said she felt a tad strange and started to slur her words. Ruby nodded back. “Y-yeah sis, something just feels… Woooah… Feelsh… reaaaal off~” Ruby gasped and shuddered as her legs spread to make room for the massive dick plowing out of her body, her new fat nuts swaying between her legs. Yang cooed in return as her own bigger dick ached up her tight sweater. She lifted it up, flashing her twin tits, her abs, and her dick, all covered in a sheen of sweat. The drunky Ruby looked up at Yang with hearts in her eyes, all concern of incest vanishing as her dick did all the talking. Ruby rammed her mouth against a breast, tugging her pants off to let her own dick free. Blake waved her tail smiling.
“Sis~” Yang cooed, ramming her dick inside a lifted up Ruby. “Your pussy feeeelsh sooooo goooood~!” And they plowed right there in the party, everyone watching as the tricky Faunus nodded in approval, her dick drooling.
[Bea NITW, still keeping her cursed Halloween dick secret, makes Mae a glass of eggnog with her cum, unaware this will give Mae a dick of her own.]
This was fucked up. Naturally Bea knew it was fucked up since she was usually the one calling other people out on their nonsense. That didn’t stop her from lifting her skirt, revealing her cursed dick she had since Halloween and just blasting a massive stringy load of her musky cum inside the glass. The sweet eggnog did a good job of disguising the true creamy surprise inside the cup once Bea, of course, licked the excess juice from the rim of the glass. She smiled as Mae went to drink it, insidiously chittering in her own little head. I’m so fucked up, she cooed, but it was less a condemnation and more a celebration. She wanted to be worse-
Her thoughts were halted as her friend’s already tight fitting jeans began to burst. Mae bent over. “Oh shiiiiiiit! That eggnog is messing me up! What the heck was in it?!”
“Uuuuuummmmmm…?” Bea hardly knew how to react. T-this wasn’t what she wanted to do. “Doctor? 911?”
“T-too late for both. I’ve accepted my death… Bleurgh!” Mae fell onto her bubbly cat rear as her new barbed dick exploded through her jeans, presented and fat. Bae just stared for a moment, contemplating what she had just done. W-well… That dick wasn’t going to suck itself?
[A well hung futa nerd gets invited to the head cheerleader’s Christmas Party, but when she gets there, she finds out it’s just the two of them. So she does what they’ve both always wanted her to do and comes down the head cheerleader’s “chimney”]
“How… How am I the only person here?” Ordella asked as she wandered around the palace of a spoiled princess. One of those modern houses where the living room went down and the stairs spiraled up like castle spires. It was all windows, showing the snow falling outside. Ordella was wearing her usual punky shirt, her usual black glasses, usual black hair, usual dorky appearance with the pink streaks bolting across her bangs.
“Well… I might’ve accidentally given them a later time… So we could um, y’know, like be alone~” The blonde smiled. She was wearing a skirt. And nothing beneath, as evident when she bent over the couch, her tanned rear showing. “So~ C’mon. I want my gift now before anyone else shows up.” The nerd’s protests were nothing compared to her steps forward, her sliding of her pants down to her ankles. She slides her cock inside and rams away, moving the couch just a tiny bit with every squishing slam.
The pair join together, the TV showing one of those fake logs, weaving festive music above and below the sounds of wet thwaps like a basket weave. The nerd was without words, so flabbergasted she had actually gotten exactly what she wanted for Christmas. She came just as the door bell rang. “We’ll just leave em out~” The cheerleader cooed.
“But it’s cold outside~” The nerd, er, punned.
[After the Smash Christmas Party, Samus takes Lucina back to her place to give the exalted pussy a white Christmas as she fucks it all night long.]
“My own little princess~ I must’ve been good this year.” The thin light that shed through the dorm window segmented the bed into light and dark. Lucina’s head of gorgeous blue hair laid across the pillow in the shade, her needy loins laid out in the faint mid night light. Samus slowly slid her cock against those plump lower lips, appreciating the every moment tenderness that came from their coil. The bounty hunter’s more defined abs shimmered with excitement, Lucina’s more generally athletic body, more humble form laid out across the bed like an offering. The princess was smiling greatly.
“It appears by all means you have been. Consider it a form of charity, however, that your princess has decided to overlook all those countless atrocities you’ve committed~” Lucina was drunk. It was a rare sight, so rare in fact this was the first time she had ever been drunk. Samus was drunk, but that was by all means considered as common as complaints about Ness.
Samus silenced the critique from her playful pillow princess by beginning to ram with earnest, filling the room with a percussive adoration that drummed away to fill their ears. But it was no solo piece. There was Lucina’s pants, perfectly in time with the thwacks. There was the distant festive music crooning from the shadow of the holiday party. There were bedsheets being gripped, there was Samus starting to pant as sweat sheened across the crevices of abs, and there was finally the agonized yet adored saccharine moan of climax that only Lucina’s dulcet lips would sing. Samus fell in love all over again, spilling inside.
[Kobayashi comes home after a long shift, on christmas day, to find Tohru under the tree. What I’m saying is Kobayashi’s present is great big dragon penis. You did this to yourself pids, this is what you get.]
Hours of staring at code. QA was nasty this time of year. It consumed your soul with razor teeth, but it didn’t swallow, it just chewed and kept you there. Kobayashi was exhausted after what felt like a year of turmoil and confusion, a soulless work machine carving her into a gear. She was about to turn on the lights to her apartment when she saw something twinkling in the corner. The Christmas tree was on. Beneath it, bathing in the neon glitter of red and green was a massive pulsating draconic shaft. And at the end of that shaft was a smiling naked dragon maid. Tohru’s face lit up when saw Kobayashi home. “Welcome home master!~” Tohru grinned. “I was hoping maybe you and I could have a little… Er, I know you’re tired!” Tohru already was fighting rebuttals. This was a cliff she had thrown herself against before. “And I know you don’t really-“ Her words were stifled when Kobayashi fell to her knees between Tohru’s legs and began to kiss her cock. Tohru blushed.
“No, I like this…” Kobayashi let a little smile form. She had to admit she was a bit of a pervert. Well, more than a bit. Most girls wouldn’t be attracted to dragons, let alone dragons who grew dicks. But she was into it. Kobayashi discarded her clothing, Tohru assisting with a delicate, caring touch. All the exhaustion departed her body like it was never there to begin with. Kobayashi leaned into Tohru’s shoulder and just grabbed that cock, feeling the ridges, the warmth. It healed her hands that had typed all day, those wrists that ached. It made her loins glisten, made that heat that was hard to explain, harder to harness pile on like logs in the fire.
Tohru was all too happy to be with her love, to be so paid attention to, but her greatest happiness was knowing that she was doing it for Kobayashi. “And you still like this, right? I was so nervous when we started actually getting intimate. When you asked for my body to be like this…”
Kobayashi nodded. “We picked the shape out together. I like dragon dick. I mean, I don’t know why or how to really explain it. Something about it is just exotic, a little taboo, like someone took my favorite fantasy story and added a little detail.” Kobayashi always had a hand on that cock, made it feel good, made both of them feel valid in the strangest way. Her breathe had slowed as she bathed in the warmth. Tohru wrapped her arms around Kobayashi’s shoulders and pulled her close, gloved hands gripped at her back. Tohru nodded.
“That website was so strange. So many humans just buying molds of superior dragon cock… I mean wow! Who would’ve thought humans in this world would be so perverted~” Tohru giggled, but of course she was the one with the nearly foot long barbed and ridged exotic pole. “And they paid so much too! I still don’t really understand money, but are people really willing to-“
“Yes, they are.” Kobayashi replied, the red head still as stoic as ever as she replied. “I suppose that means every time I use you instead of one of those toys, I’m saving that much money. You’re not just the best, you’re economical too.”
Somehow, that made Tohru swell up with pride. She puffed her chest and idol-like put her hand to it. Her breasts were plenty massive, so even the slight disturbance only emphasized the pink topped mountains. “Best in class right here~!” Kobayashi laughed as she slowly pushed Tohru onto her back.
“So don’t worry…” Kobayashi’s voice dropped to a husky whisper as she sized up the dragoness on the floor, as she pushed her loins against the spear head of that massive dick. “I love this. This makes me feel incredible. You make me feeling… complete.” She sliiiides down against it, any pretense of this being a quiet night starting to crumble. Kobayashi begins to ride that cock as Tohru rises up as much as she can. She’s a fussy lover, constantly touching something. Breasts, small as they were, nipples ever so teasible. To Tohru, Kobayashi’s body was tray of chocolates with a dozen different flavors but all of them equally playable. And she had to try each at least twice before settling on her favorite, which was always Kobayashi’s neck.
Tohru liked to leave little marks whenever she could. Bite, lick, kiss, suck, leaving tiny bruises, markings. Was she afraid that if she didn’t leave an impact like that their love would just vanish, that their bouts of passion simply wouldn’t exist without physical proof? Or maybe it was something animalistic. A dragoness truly letting out what she pent up. Kobayashi enjoyed analyzing the throes they found themselves in, the cerebral aspect half the fun. Asking Tohru why she did what she did might ruin the fun, but Kobayashi was a little concerned that Tohru might get carried away. A maid that could bend metal bars with her bare human hands or decimate a countryside with a little tantrum might need to actually restrain herself more, and Kobayashi might need to be careful should thing escalate.
Up and down to a simple rhythm, never in a rush, just steadily enjoying it. It was a night to enjoy as the Christmas lights drowned the room in the sort of supernatural, jovial glow that just simply vanished in a pair of days. Kobayashi could stare down at Tohru as she rode. They joined hands, Tohru’s arms thrusting forward to help Kobayashi crest that monster cock every time. And every time Kobayashi would fall back, Tohru’s elbows bending steadily enough so the red head would fall at a desirable rate. Kobayashi just smiled, watching Tohru the whole time, never letting her eyes leave her extremely busty dragoness. It was strange to think that just a Christmas ago she wasn’t riding a stacked dragon maid. Kobayashi wished she had a beer or two more in her so she could unleash when she realized… these were drunk thoughts she was having. She had learned to get more excited, more into this, let her shell shed without any other substance than Tohru.
Tohru’s high pitched eeps were first hints that it would all come to an end soon. “You can cum inside.” Kobayashi said with something of an even more loving smile. “So go ahead. Just let loose. Go wild.”
“G-go wild!” Suddenly, Tohru was jolting forward, they swapped sides. Kobayashi was wide eyed as suddenly she was the one on her rear. The training wheels screeched off and jet past them down the road. Tohru’s hips reared back and she rammed her shaft inside. “Yes, yes, yes~!!!” Tohru moaned. “I love you Miss Kobayashi~ I love you sooooo much~!” The wild ride didn’t last too long. An orgasm followed, the pair cumming together as it all came to an end. Tohru gripped tight and bit down on Kobayashi’s shoulder. That would leave a mark.
They laid together on the couch for a while, Kobayashi warm beneath her personal dragon. Quietly, she lifted the remote and flicked the TV on to watch the news for a bit, grabbing a blanket from the ground and throwing it over the pair. It was a little past midnight, and tomorrow was going to be a big day, especially for Kanna. Kobayashi smiled and closed her eyes. She couldn’t fall asleep like this… she had to get to bed… get clothes on… get…
[As a reward for being a good girl all year, Cecille Claus gives Mandy a long and heavy package.]
(Ooph, I never wrote these two together before. This is going to be weird!)
So, how to have an all mighty empress who rules through incredible magic meet a nerdy raccoon streamer who mostly keeps to herself but is destined for lewd stardom? Simple: magic. Cecille slipped in through the door to the apartment, taking in the appearance of disarray. Pizza boxes abandoned, taco boxes (that nice thing they give you when the amount of tacos you eat is considered abnormal) left astray, and video game controllers and oddities left like grave markers on tables and counter tops. “What a sty!” The empress hook her head. “This… I would’ve brought a few maids had I known she left herself to wallow in filfth.” The empress scoffed as she moved through the muck. The living room was a couch, a table, and a massive flat screen with a dozen consoles placed wherever their wires could reach. Her target was awaiting on the other side of a door. The bedroom. Cecille could hear the sounds of clicking and clacking.
A bright screen beamed light across Mandy’s face, her glasses reflecting the image of a massive mmorpg being played, resources captured, epic battles… grinding… for… eighty hours… just so she can get better armor for her black knight. It was better because one word of text was purple. Cecille simply opened the door and waltzed inside. Mandy was in her own little world, headset on, streaming away. “Yeah, this is pretty… boring. Hey, hang in there guys! We just have to get a bit further and we can- “ Head turn when she noticed a draft to the empress. Mandy jolted back, her headset unplugging from the front port of her computer. Her rolling chair hit the bed. Mandy shed her headset. “HI, HELLO? WHO THE, WHAT THE?!”
“Yes, yes, and my my~ How formal? Should I feel greeted or concerned? Is this how you greet all guests to your abode?”
“This is my house?” Mandy blinked, looking back to the living room. “How did you get in? The door was locked- NO BETTER YET! Who the hell are you?”
“You honestly think that door did much of anything to stop me? Please, I go precisely where I please. As for who I am, I am Empress Cecille Alborne, the ruler of Ferbyn. And you are Mandy, yes?”
That just confused the raccoon even more. “You’re a what from… Are you a cosplayer? Or a roleplayer? Or just… weird?!” Mandy stood up from her chair but was pushed back into it with a simple finger snap from the empress’s glittering gloved hand. She wasn’t going to be getting away. “I-I can’t move.”
Cecille nods contently, her dark eyes closing. “I was sent here on a mission by generous benefactors, you see. Those who have been monitoring your progress, your work. And by all means, you’ve been quite the well-behaved raccoon.” Her brilliant yellow eyes opened, sparking with magical essence. “I don’t quite see how that is since you pay little heed to how your home appears to strangers, let alone to royalty. And what… is this?” Cecille leans past the raccoon to stare into the computer screen. Er, screens. On the larger was a massive detailed landscape with a dark knight in revealing armor standing amongst a ravenous crowd all bearing the same guild handle. To the right was a screen showing a chat going chaotic, all questioning who this strange Cecille was.
“T-that’s my video game, er, my computer.”
“You’re… what?” Cecille blinked.
“My… computer. You… You don’t know what a computer is?”
“I haven’t seen anything of this sort before. I’ve owned a fair few contraptions that allowed magical essence to summon images, but mostly it is so fragmented or disorienting I’d prefer it be done by my own spells. This screen has text… They’re all speaking of me. Saying I should leave, but others are curious if I am your friend or foe. What is this text?”
“That’s my chat…” Mandy was a little surprised she was both being held captive but also having to tell her great great grandmother what a computer is. “Those are all people from around the world. They can see you right now because of the cameras. And hear you because of my microphones. I… have a few set up for when I um… Well you don’t need to know-“
“I can read your mind, so spare the trifling manners~” Cecille turned. “What a lewd creature you are. But so much self-doubt! Oh I see now where your charm arrives from. Humility makes for a fine front decoration when what lies beneath is a creature so deserving of more than she gives herself. Humbleness was never a trait I beheld for long, nay it slipped from my fingers as my hands spread wider across the years as I was to hold onto more and more power…” The empress gestured and postulated, reading the chat. “… Did your chat just call me a dork?!”
Mandy snickered from her captive position. “You are kinda sounding like a dork.”
“How insulting! I see you Spacechomp49! Your days are numbered- They’re all calling me a dork now. What insolent little imps you’ve conjured. And you put effort into this assembly? I can only assume that your reasoning for keeping them is… worthwhile?”
“Well, they’re funny for one.” The raccoon scooted a little closer, still tied down to her seat, but well able to utilize her chair. She was cautious around Cecille, the woman in her room with REAL ASS GOD DAMN MAGIC. The creak of the wheels made that tension all the more real as Mandy took the mouse and keyboard into hand. Cecille watched with extreme curiosity. “They support me, tell me what they like and dislike. In a way they’re like a family. Some of them even pay me for some of the wackier stuff I do… And since you can read my mind, yes, stuff like riding a dildo, stripping for them, masturbating, playing little games.”
“Your treasury is hoarded by perverse trolls. I see.” Cecille puts her chin in her hand, contemplating with a satisfied grin. “Then I shall test this forum you’ve assembled.” Cecille lifts her fairy white dress and allows a burst of pink magic to swirl around a central pillar, invisible at first, but rapidly gaining mass. Soon, Cecille’s flared and barbed demonic horse dick emerged from the smoke, revealing itself to be quite heavy and needy, a pair of sizable nuts swaying between Cecille’s freckly pale thighs. “Have them glance upon this~ Do tell, what does your sponsors think?~”
Mandy’s thoughts were instantly horny as she stared at what was by far the most demonic and terrible dick she had seen. And it was incredible. The musk, the shape, the size, it gave off a hypnotic gravity that drove her eyes to reel over the scope of it. When she glanced the chat all she could see was the same few horny emotes. “They… Um, they really like it.” Gulp.
Cecille leaned in gently, grinning at the raccoon. “I can tell you’re enjoying it as well. You can be honest~ Need you understand this simple fact that there are very few who resist my passions, my figure. I’ve made noble daughters surrender fortunes for just a taste. Knights insulted their prior houses, threw crests away if it meant this cock could burrow into them~ And queens abdicated their thrones for just a chance at my seed to fill them like so much milk spilling over a golden bucket. Some ‘nerd’ raccoon,” and Cecille used Mandy’s words there that were spinning her head like dollar bills in a hurricane, “won’t be able to resist either. Your mind is filled with this disgusting amount of self doubt, of this disguised sabotage where you seek to deny yourself yourself. You cannot be for to be would mean happiness, yes? And happiness is a scary concept for someone who’s been hurt.” Cecille leaned in closer, putting a hand to Mandy’s cheek. “We share this. We share pain, though mine might seem more cataclysmic. You all the same are hurt, and deserve pleasure.”
“W-why is this becoming some weird horse dick therapy?” Mandy protested best she could. Her heart was racing, her body bulging with need. The chat was doing what chat did and complaining about a movie to the death.
Cecille chuckled at the comment. “Because, you’d be surprised how much comes out when you’re faced down the barrel of a dick wide as your loins. The same queens and nobles and knights would spill their darkest secrets, find satisfaction in how I would simplify their lives. You desire that, a simpler mind for nay but a moment. I can read that too. I can read countless things. Those fantasies you have? I can make them true. Those desires you possess seem impossible to you, but that is because… you’re not me~” She beamed with ego. “I was sent here to please you, believe it or not. A simple request from my humblest yet most loyal servants. And a good empress, why, she’s a servant of the people to some extent. So, how may I please you? I’d prefer to hear you say it over me pry it from your mind like a still living fish from the lake.”
“Y-you…” Mandy was stammering, shutting down her thoughts. It was frustrating to the empress who could read thoughts like books, but she practiced patience like a self-inflicted challenge. “I’m sorry, but you’ve been here for like all of four minutes. T-this is too much too fast! I…” Mandy glanced back against that cock and blinked. “Could you… ummm… “ She blinked, looking both ways before crossing the street to lewd town. “Maybe, strip…?”
“So cute~” The empress stood back and snapped her fingers. Her dress vanished away slowly, leaving a plain trail of shimmers before leaving the empress bare. Her skin was pallid and doll like with not a single blemish. Freckles trailed across her form in uneven yet perfect trails, as though the cookie chipped pattern were just as it should be, concentrated at her breasts, shoulders, face, and thighs. Her thighs and hips were a highlight to Mandy, not to be passive of her perky tits, but it was certainly a good look. Cecille detected this and turned around, bending over to present a nice fat wobbly rear dotted in the same flakey freckles. “Go on then, my dear darling raccoon. You may worship it. Show your darling chat you are not so shy. Show them the confidence you can muster when exactly what you want awaits you.”
Mandy rose from her chair to then fall to her knees. She planted her face against that ass, a perfectly sized cushion to consume it. Mandy patted it, spread those cheeks, and gave a gentle drooling rim. Cecille cooed, enjoying the worship. Mandy groped and groped, her hands getting more excited the longer she went. Her clothes slowly vanished as the magic washed over her. The massively busty raccoon was left without a trace of thread save for her bright red and black stockings. Cecille turned and smiled, pushing her breasts against Mandy’s. The raccoon was a head or so taller, but Cecille made that height feel minimal. She greedily grabbed one of Mandy’s breasts and put it into her mouth, suckling away. The raccoon gasped, falling back into her bed, Cecille following to straddle her.
Plop~ Her mouth left the nipple covered in spittle, fully aroused and hard as it were pink. “My, my~ Such delicate features you have. Perhaps your shyness comes from this delicateness. If a vase had a personality would it not display traits to keep it from breaking?” Cecille rammed her fingers into Mandy’s slit just beneath her nuts. Mandy gasped out more ragged. “Would your body, could it speak for you, not say all the things you do, so afraid that something could come along and exploit this neediness, this pleasure that can be granted tenfold the average with only a single press in all the right places? You are ever so precious to behold~ What makes you so delicate?”
“I-I think the pills I take to be in this form m-make me extra… umm… Needy.” Mandy huffed, gripping onto Cecille’s hand, encouraging her.
“They do excellent work then. You’re more gorgeous than any artist could hope to capture. I doubt those pills make the person, however, and it is the personality that conjures the charm. I’d imagine anyone wearing the same costume could be half as darling as you. Though this is no costume, this is you~ A perfect girl. A lovely raccoon.” Cecille grasped Mandy’s cock, giving it a firm squeeze, the red knotted member pouring pre. “I think it likes me~” Cecille snickers, adjusting herself so her horse dick was pushed between Mandy’s thighs. The raccoon feels the barbs tug a tiny bit as they push past and ready at the doors.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” Mandy gasped. “I thought you were some evil empress or whatever?”
“Evil is a point of view, firstly.” Cecille laughed. “But like I said, I’m here to make you happy, to make you feel something pleasant~ Which is exactly why I’m following those little orders in your head. Your head is saying I should go in, treat you roughly~ You’re a darker girl then you let on, certainly. But let me hear you say it, less I be accused of being a tad manipulative, predatory even. Go on~”
Mandy trembled, trying words over her tongue but hitting the wall at her teeth. She hissed, forcing them out. “P-please! Do it~” And that was all it took for Cecille to treat Mandy how she wanted to be treated. A ferocious horse cock began burrowing into Mandy. The raccoon was no stranger to insertions that big, but this was the sort that left her surprised. She gripped the sheets and rode it out but enjoyed the pain that came from those little barbs, from that devilish size, like it was custom built to incur punishment. Mandy spread her legs wide as they would go. Cecille just happily watched.
The thrusts followed, a thorough working of Mandy’s insides. Her stomach bulged just to take that dock when it was in all the way, but she adored the feeling. Cecille’s barbs made every push more and more pleasurable as her venom flowed through the raccoon. Over and over, Cecille thrust her way through, staring down with a smile at the shuddering breaking raccoon. It was a sight worth every look, worth capturing forever. It certain was fortunate the stream had a fairly good angle of Mandy being thrust into, Cecille’s ass bouncing with every loud thwap that filled the space.
At last, Cecille came, spilling her seed hard inside the trembling raccoon, Mandy’s own dick bursting just a second later, covering herself in her own spunk. Cecille dragged her cock out, well satisfied. “There we are~ Now that was fair.” She turned, ready to leave. “Though next time I come, if your other room smells like old fish, I am departing, no questions, go it?” Mandy rose one thumb into the air, too tired to do much else. Cecille snickered.
[Mei Hatsume wants to try out her new raygun to make people stronger on Mina but all it does is make the Alien Queen grow a dick. One that Mei is excited to test out.]
“Oooone quick zap and we should find out if it works!” Mei replies. Mina gives a firm grin and a thumbs up. A way to enhance her quirk was pretty exciting especially it was an ethical boost with no downsides. Mei had been pretty damn encouraging that this was going to work. Zap! The ray shot out a burst of pink lightning that struck Mina. The results were quickly strange. She felt power rushing through her, but as it spiraled it kept all meeting, swirling towards one location near the seat of her loins. And without much more warning a cock grew out from her loins, pushing out against her leotard, bursting through it with a loud rip.
“Ummm…?” Mina looked up, but Hatsume was already racing over. “Phew! Help me out here! What just happened-“
“Oh I’ll help you alright~!” Hatsume started hungrily slurping at that cock, working it up and down. Mina tried to retort but ended up with her mouth open and eyes crossed. Hatsume rigidly worked, riding her head up and down across that cock, over eager to examine the results in full. Mina came, spewing a heavy load down Hatsume’s throat. “Mmm~ Fully functioning. Good quantity! Sperms has no quirk attributes so that means the ray focused on creating a quirkless portion… interesting~” Mina would have a lot of questions… later. She was still pretty damn horny, and Mei’s face felt nice~
[Dorothea gives Edelgard her Christmas present: Professor Byleth naked and bound in a festive bow shibari style]
“What… What am I supposed to say to this?” Edelgard stared down at the floor where her gift awaited her.
“You could start with a thank you~” Dorothea beamed. “It took a loot of convincing Edie, it’d be rude at this point to not at least consider playing with your new toy.”
“Yes, but this is not a toy… This is my teacher, professor Byleth.” Indeed, Byleth laid on the floor, wrapped tight in a perfect strand of shimmering red rope. Every limb held back, breasts pushed forward, hairless loins bare and showing, a blushing conjuring around her as arousal beaded up. Edelgard felt her cock harder down one of her red leggings. Dorothea saw this and gripped at Edelgard’s clothes, disrobing her.
“This is a toy~ If I took that ribbon gag out of her mouth she’d agree. You’re not supposed to overthink this. Think of it like right now this is a new reality, a bit of roleplay~ Byleth isn’t your teacher, and she isn’t your equal. She’s your bound and gagged hostage! Like in the operas~ And you’re the foul villain, or hero, whatever you’d prefer. And this? This is your prize. To lay claim to, to swim in that succor like some pandering stew. If you overthink it, I’ll just untie the professor so she can return to her busy schedule.”
Edelgard took a breath as her last bit of clothing was tugged down, her red leggings peeling away from her shapely form, revealing her fat needy cock. “N-no need…” Edelgard moved in, grasping Byleth, feeling the tension of her muscles. Her teacher really was powerful. Edelgard pushed her cock against the exposed loins, admiring them. And she pushed inside.
Hunched over her toy, Edelgard thrust away, hungrily enjoying her gift. She pawed at Byleth, admiring breasts and abs in equal tandem. She gripped as closely as she could. She tugged that gag away so she could kiss, ram her tongue down that throat that drove her so wild. She came inside her teacher, assuming that she could truly do whatever she wanted. A test round for when she would become Emperor and keep Byleth, forever~