That Mating Pressed Bunny Post Has Stuck With Me Too Much... Could You Share Any Other Mating Press Related

Mimic sex toys. Like, in the middle of what you think is a solo sesh, the dildo just starts thrusting into you on its own and pumps you full of cum.

The Abyss

I don't need therapy I need one of those gallons-of-cum monsters to make me into a goddamn eclair

Today I'm fantasizing about… my doctor abusing me when I go in for an IUD removal. Legs wide open in the stirrups, drowsy from an anti anxiety pill. The doctor spreads my lips open, strokes me, inspecting my pussy before pushing two fingers inside. I grunt softly. They pet my thigh, shushing me gently, fingering lube into me until they reach my cervix, and the IUD strings hanging from it. They tug, testing the placement, and I whimper. Another shush, and they stroke my clit as they pull their fingers out. My hips rock a little as I get needy. I hear a clatter of tools moving on the table. Cold plastic slides inside me now, making me shiver. Still stroking my clit, the doctor pushes the speculum into my cervix and begins to spread it open. I groan. They roll my clit as my uterus tenses, then relaxes, and I moan needily as they stroke me and spread me. My hips rock again. The doctor grips the IUD and counts down from three. On three, they begin sucking on my clit, and quickly pull the device out of my body. I cry out, the pain hidden by their tongue circling my clit, soon making me cum while my cervix gapes open around the tool. I groan "Fuck" over and over, dazed, dripping onto the table. They pull back and inspect my pussy again. Watching my body clench at the clear plastic holding it open. My defenseless uterus displayed for them. They stand, cock in stroking hand, hard and dripping precum all the way to the floor. Jerking off the whole time I've been on the table. I try to ask what they're doing. They shush me, step forward, and begin to pulse streams of thick cum into my open, unprotected womb. I whimper, I moan, too drugged to move. They groan lowly, watching their massive load slide down the speculum and literally filling my uterus. When they're done impregnating me, they carefully close the speculum, locking their cum inside me. They stroke my clit again, pull the tool out, and immediately push their still-hard cock in its place. I cry out, aching, and needy again. They moan as they fuck me. Their cock is warm and thicker than the speculum, veins bulging and girth spreading me even more as they thrust. Stroking my clit slowly. Gently forcing me to take their cock all the way in. Pushing at my sensitive cervix. I whimper. I moan. I swear as they push in and out and swirl my clit into confusion. I cum again. Pussy suckling on their cock. The doctor fucks me harder, faster as I tremble. They grunt. Swear. And as they flood my pussy with another load, waves of cum pool at my cervix, waiting to sneak inside. I whimper. They shush me, fucking their second load inside with their softening cock until it slides out and my pussy oozes cum.

It's summer, and I'm at the beach. I came with my friends but they're all scared of the deep water so I've waded out much farther than them. The water is almost up to my tits. I'm having fun just being out here, bobbing up and down with the waves.

Something bumps into me and I stumble, almost going under the water, but a pair of strong hands grabs my waist and keeps me from falling. "Whoa there, sorry for bumping into you".

I turn around to see I'm in the arms of a tall man, who looks like he could have ten, twenty years on me. My back is pressed against his bare chest. I blush. "It's no problem", I say, "thanks for catching me". I try to move forward but his hands tighten slightly. "Um," I laugh nervously, "you can let go of me now."

He doesn't say anything. One of his hands snakes around my waist until he's holding me in place with his whole arm, and the other one slides down my belly, underneath the water.

"What are you doing!?" I try to tear myself away but his grip is too strong.

"Shhh." He whispers in my ear. "Do you want everyone to know what we're doing?"

His hand slides into my bikini bottoms and I whimper as he fondles my pussy. He strokes my lips back and forth, just rubbing me with his big, calloused hand.

"Stop," I whisper. This time he doesn't respond. He dips his middle finger in between my lips and teases around my opening. He trails his finger up, stopping just short of my clit, and drags it back down. Then he does it again. And again. Each time he stops torturously close to my clit, only to stop at the last second. With each pass heat builds in my cunt, and shame rises up in my throat.

Then finally, without warning, he touches my clit. I hold back a gasp as he begins to rub it in circles. By now I'm fighting to keep my hips still. His hands are skilled, and my pussy is starting to throb with pleasure. He chuckles lowly. "You like that baby? You like it when I rub your little clitty?". I can only whimper in response.

His hand starts getting faster. I barely notice his other hand leaving my waist until suddenly two fingers slip inside me, and I have to stop myself from crying out. He strokes the inside of my pussy and immediately finds a spot that makes me clench down around his fingers. He keeps rubbing that spot with laser precision, working my clit hard and fast, and soon my knees go weak as I cum hard.

"There you go baby," he says in a mockingly sweet tone, "your first rapegasm. Wasn't that nice?" I squeeze my eyes shut. It didn't mean anything. It's just a biological response, it doesn't mean I liked getting raped.

His hands slip out of my swimsuit and for a second I think he's going to leave me alone. But then he hooks one finger around the crotch and pulls it to the side, exposing my cunt under the water. "Don't worry sweetheart. You'll enjoy this too".

Something blunt presses against my opening and I only have a moment to process before he shoves his cock into my pussy. My jaw falls open. I've never been stretched like this before. Sure I have toys at home, but none of them are as big as this stranger's cock, filling me up like nothing else ever had. Then he starts moving, and my mind goes blank.

He fucks me in short, fast strokes, keeping his cock buried as deep in me as he can. He keeps hitting something deep inside that I distantly think is my cervix, but that can't be right. I've always read that it hurt to hit your cervix, but this feels... good. Tears run down my face as the thought hits me. It feels good. His cock battering my poor little cervix is making me see stars. I find myself bucking back into him, unable to stop my hips from seeking more pleasure. Then his hand finds my clit again, starts rubbing it furiously, and I'm gone. My pussy spasms around his cock, pleasure coursing through me. If we weren't underwater I'd be sure I squirted.

He grunts and stills inside me, and his cock pulses as he cums right up against my cervix. I whimper pathetically as I realize what that means for me. I'm not on birth control. Never have been.

After he's emptied his balls inside of me he pulls his softening cock out of my pussy, and politely repositions my bikini bottoms. He gives me a light peck on the cheek and whispers, "you're welcome baby". Then wades back to shore.

I stay in the water for a while, staring into space and trying to process what just happened. In the end I just rejoin my friends and finish my beach day. I don't see the man again; he must have left after he was done with me. We play around in the sand, get ice cream as the sun sets, and eventually say our goodbyes and head home.

And the moment I'm alone in my room, I shove my hand down my pants and try to pretend it's his.

pocket pussy portals so you can go through your day doing whatever strikes your fancy but at any time, at multiple times, during the day you feel yourself getting slowly stretched open and fucked by who knows who or what. the people on the other side of the portal encircling your cunt keeping a plug in you so you walk through getting increasingly stuffed with more and more hot cum, only allowed to release it when everyones done so you can watch it pour out of you all over your legs.

the wizard's new toy

cnc, free use, somnophilia

imagine a depraved wizard trapping the nerve endings of your genitals in a magical fleshlight; it’s essentially a portal to your sweet little hole that they can use whenever and however they want. you still feel all of it, and it takes you by surprise every time they decide to play with their toy. they carry it around with them everywhere, and no matter how far apart the two of you are, they always have full access to the hole that belongs to them.

you could be sleeping, and they’d use the fleshlight to wake you up by gently licking and sucking all the spots that make you go wild, teasing you until you’re fully awake, making you reach the edge of an orgasm first thing in the morning. or you could be running errands around town, or out with your friends, and they’d fondle and finger you before fucking you good and proper. you’d blush and try to close your legs as if that’d stop them; you’re completely helpless against their power. no matter how hard you try to hide the fact that you’re being railed within an inch of your life, you can feel your arousal building and your desperation getting worse and worse. 

some days they simply use the toy for their own pleasure, completely ignoring your needs, before tucking it away, leaving you needy and leaking. sometimes they make you cum again and again because the toy feels so wonderful clenching around them, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it…

Love your work, new fan but big fan, I have an Idea for a centaur x fem criminal story

Basically she has a bounty on her head and can't go through the city gates to escape, a centaur offers her a way out, but she has to be strapped to his underbelly while he wears a centaur sized robe/coat/whatever to get past the guards.

Also she has to take her armor off so theres no sound of chainmail to give them away, so she's totally nude under there, nothing between her bare pussy and the centaurs cock. Which was exactly what the centaur wanted all along ;3

Kabr0z Writes episode 51: Daring Escape

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: dubcon; noncon; size difference; belly-riding; creampie; implied impregnation; cum inflation

A/N: This one looks like fun! I always love a centaur being involved, especially when I can make them as downright unpleasant as Hellenic myth depicts them.

They're meanies.

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The job went near flawlessly. You broke into the castle, cased the joint, got to the war room and learned which routes the army would be travelling. Once the rebellion gets that, they'll have the King by the balls and finally turn the tide. One problem: they saw your face on the way out. Now you're here, in a stinking cistern, propping up a thieves' guild bar. A head full of priceless intel, that you can't risk getting out, only a dwindling handful of copper to your name, and no way out of the city gates.

You could try sneaking out over a wall, but the wards would stop that short. Maybe try sneaking into a grain carriage? You shook your head, no faster way to get a spear thrust through you. You motioned for another drink. You're dead if you stay, dead if you try to leave. You might as well be dead with a bellyful of whatever pigswill grog they serve here.

A man sat on the stool next to you and spoke "Ever heard of the Wizard Porthos?"

The sign, you knew the response "He rules over Doissetep"

The man nodded, and got up. A piece of parchment lay where he was sat. You palmed it, casually finished your drink and went to an alcove, looking like just another drunk going for a piss.

The light was horrible here, but the enchanted ink glowed ever so subtly: "Seek the hunter under the moon"

You had another round, then left the cistern. It was already night out, but this wasn't the moon you needed. Picking your way across the city you found it. The temple of Luna. Empty at this time of night but for a figure, shrouded in dark. You slid through the door, chainmail clinking gently as you padded in on soft-soled shoes. Your turn to speak this time. "Ever heard of the Wizard Porthos?"

The figure rose. A centaur, the shape of a bow slung across his broad back. "He rules over Doissetep"

You relaxed. Either this centaur was in the resistance, or the whole operation had huge problems

"I hear you need a hand getting out of the city? I'll help, but it won't be easy, or particularly dignified"

You nodded at the centaur. What could you do but hear him out?

"I have a sealskin, when the weather looks bad I wear it. It comes down to about my knees"

You could see where this was going "So you strap me to your belly, and we just walk out?" It was genius in its way. Centaurs hate passengers at the best of times, so checking underneath one's cloak for a fugitive just seems silly. Hopefully the guards would have the same thought process, and even if they didn't, you'd have a four hoofed companion to help run you out of danger.

"One snag though. I heard your armour when you walked in, that'll only be worse when you're under me. I can get it smuggled out separately, but it won't be on you."

"I didn't exactly bring a change of clothes" you weren't supposed to be in the city more than a couple of hours, so luggage wasn't a consideration, besides, travelling light made more sense in the wilderness.

"So you'll be naked. Suck it up, Buttercup. And get some sleep, you've got a big day tomorrow."

You couldn't afford not to take his offer. Laying down next to him, you got as much rest as you could.

It was raining the next morning, the cold predawn light seeping in through the windows. The man from the cistern was there, carrying several loops of rope, a hessian sack and a sealskin. Everything you'd need.

You started to strip. Months in the resistance had beaten any bashfulness out of you, and so you didn't mind the two men seeing your naked body. You could still feel their eyes on you, your boyish hips, slim waist, small tits, not to mention your long, muscular limbs. You glared at them as you stood in the chilly air, feeling your nipples harden in the cold as they started fastening ropes around the centaur's chestnut-furred torso

At last it was time for the finishing touches. You, then the sealskin to hide everything.

"Face up or down?" The cistern man looked over at you "I reckon down, it's a little less comfortable on the limbs, but you won't have a faceful of fur."

You nodded. You've never done this before, but if smuggling resistance members was these people's trade, they probably knew that they're about. Climbing under the centaur you allowed yourself to be tied into place.

The ropes were rough, and itched as they strung around you. Your arms were bound backwards, bent to follow the contours of the equine body, your legs open and lifted behind you, knees bent and ankles secured above. The rest of you was held on with loops of rope, keeping you tight to the centaur and taking some weight off your limbs.

Finally came the sealskin. It hid you entirely, padding disguising your silhouette and the skirts preventing you seeing anything but the flagstones below you.

You heard the cistern man say something to the centaur, but couldn't hear what. They both laughed then the centaur started to walk. He wasn't wrong about your armour. Even trussed up as tight as you were to the horse belly, you were being fiercely shaken. Chain would have been so noisy you might as well have given yourself up.

So you watched the cobbles pass below you. The sound of the rain echoing in your ears as it got heavier. At least you were staying dry under here.

You noticed something. Hanging down from between the centaur's back legs. You stifled a gasp to look at it, his huge semi-hard member dangling down. It swung to and fro with the movement of the trotting centaur, occasionally rearing up to be perilously close to your vulnerable crotch. You could smell it. The warm, tangy scent of his unsheathed member invading your nostrils, moistening your lower lips. It wasn't going down. It gathered length with every swing.

It swung up, pressing against your cunt. Again and again. It pressed hard against the entrance. You felt yourself moving, the centaur was shaking himself, shimmying you down. The expertly tied knots allowing you to slide towards his crotch, cinching tighter and stopping you going the other way. Little by little the flare of his cock was pressing harder and harder against your opening, the steady trickle of precum lubing your hole.

It went in. You stifled a yelp. Who knows what was around you, alerting a guard would be lethal.

Still, the shaking pressed you down. Inch by inch the cock pushing in, your cunt not having a choice but to accept it. You bit your tongue, desperate to stay silent as the cock twitched and pulsed in you. You could feel the flare on the end growing, pressing outwards inside you.

The centaur's chest tightened. His cock stiffened and his hips bucked. Hot liquid started flowing into you in waves. The flare held it in as your womb filled. He stayed hard. You could feel it stuck in you. The flare was receding, but the thickness of it let the cum inside.

You shuddered, the feeling of fullness was sending waves of pleasure up your body. The taste of blood filled your mouth as you bit down harder, cutting your tongue on your teeth, desperately trying not to moan.

Voices "Off out today, are we?"

"Hunting. I expect to be back before nightfall"

"Damn poor weather for it"

The cock pulsed in you again. You clenched your body against the urge to moan

"Best time for it. Scent doesn't travel as well in the rain"

"Very well. Wait here."

Another twitch of your cunt, another throb of that cock. Every time you moved, it moved. Every time it moved, your cunt clenched on it. You could feel your eager body trying to milk the huge cock inside you, even as you desperately tried to think of something, anything else.

You ran over the battle plans in your head. The cock throbbed, and you couldn't focus. You planned your travel once you got away. The centaur shuddered, and your thoughts became phallic. You tried to remember the faces of your family back home. Your cunt clenched. The flare surged outwards. Again, cum flowed into you. You felt your skin stretching. The cock plugging you stopped it flowing out. Your belly grew slightly, over-full of hot equine cum.

The centaur's orgasm passed, and the flare receded again. He still wasn't moving, waiting as the guards checked and double checked his papers.

You could feel your belly pushing, trying to force the excess cum out. It was going to start leaking out, if it pooled on the ground, the guards might check under the sealskin.

You didn't have a choice.

You clenched your jaw. Squeezing your cunt as tightly as you could, you rocked your hips. You could hear yourself starting to pant with exertion, you hoped the guards couldn't over the rain. You felt the cock throb and twitch in you, but it had already came twice. It was in danger of going soft, pulling out as it did. You couldn't let that happen.

You quickened your pace, rolling your hips up and down, clenching strategically. You fucked him hard, rubbing the engorged head of his cock against your cervix. His back hoof was clopping on the ground. You could feel his cock thicken. It was nearly there. The flare expanded again

"All in order, you can go"

The centaur staggered on. Steps as regular as he could manage while riding the cusp of pumping another load into you. The cobbles gave way to dirt path. You heard him grunt loudly above you.

He came less this time, but it was still enough to push your belly out further. You allowed yourself a moan, taking deep, racking breaths as the last of the centaur's cum was forced in.

On he walked, the cock softening and dropping out, followed by a jet of cum pouring from your cunt. It left a trail on the road behind you, a thick puddle on the already sodden ground

You made it to the rendezvous with the man from the cistern, who cut your ropes.

You fell to the muddy ground. Limbs tingling as feeling returned.

"She give you any trouble?"

"No" the centaur replied "she knew what was good for her, even got desperate enough for it to get me off all on her own"

They laughed as they walked off together. You lay there, oozing. Your kit was piled in the grass next to you, probably minus whatever money you had.

At least you got out

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As we approach the end of February and volume 1 of Kabr0z Writes, I remind you all that commissions are free and open, just be aware there is a queue, so it may be some time until you see your request.

Most people send requests anonymously, so do feel free to send as many as you like! (I'm also loving how many people are sending in requests for bad things to happen to the Chitinids. I'm so happy I've made villains people love to hate ♥️)

Like imagine you're my coworker and offer to help me, I just gladly say sure and dont ask questions until you come up behind me and pin my hips to the table and start rubbing me through my pants, shushing me when I try to ask what you're doing and listening as I start breathing heavy and whimpering