A Centaur With A Special Harness And Restraints Made For You So You Can Swing Around Underneath Her And

Cursing someone’s hole to be tied to a fleshlight sounds like the best kind of revenge.

You now have this fleshlight you can carry around in your pocket. The hole, lovingly rendered with magic. You can watch as it clenches and throbs under your touch. From some distant, and of course hidden area, you can watch as the person its tied to begin to panic as you make good use of your new fleshlight.

You push some lubed fingers inside, twirling them around and spreading them in that heat. The poor victim gasps and brings a hand over their hole to try and stop the intrusion. They don’t know what’s happening, this can’t be real. Their face heats up as they realize they’re in public and can’t leave to figure out what’s going on.

You thrust your fingers now, fully fucking into their hole. The victim will learn to get used to your touch.

You pick out times you know they’ll be at work. Despite wanting to watch their panicked distress at all times, you need your own place to appreciate their hole. You lavish it with your tongue, spending hours licking and sucking of the “fake” silicone of your fleshlight. You buy massive dildos to play with. Starting with ribbed flared cocks and finishing off with thick knotted werewolf cocks.

The next time you see them, they’re a wreck. Legs trembling and eyes glazed over as they try to get on with some grocery shopping. It’s probably because of the vibrator you’ve strapped to the fleshlight locked to max speed. You wonder how long until you fully break them.

ughh I’ve been in such an Eggy™ mood recently 😩

Being caught and overwhelmed so quickly you don’t even have time to feel afraid before something throbbing and delicious has been shoved into your mouth and gushed an aphrodisiac down your throat. In no time at all you’re spreading your legs unprompted, drooling around your gag, eyes glazed, humping and twitching and moaning on nothing. An ovipositor or tentacle is shoved inside you, not quite roughly, just practically. It’s a good thing nobody is around (you think) because you’re making a complete fool of yourself, not even able to feel humiliated anymore. Moaning and whimpering like a mindless animal while it pumps away inside you, reaching deeper and deeper with every thrust. It keeps feeding you its aphrodisiac slime and you keep taking its pounding with rolled-back eyes and an arched back. Your body won’t stop spasming around it, overcome with pleasure, the tip of its ovipositor bulging in your stomach. You’re dripping with arousal and its slime. Fertile and full. Begging it to breed you, to give you what your body needs so badly.

Then it stops, buried as deep inside you as it could get, your insides stretched so wide around it you couldn’t close your legs if you tried, bent in a humiliating position that would be very uncomfortable if you weren’t blissed out of your mind.

It removes its organ from your mouth and shifts its weight, lowers itself down to the perfect angle to fill you. It makes a sound like a groan and then it starts swelling even more inside you. You gasp and claw at the ground and drool as it fattens up inside you, and that’s when you feel something even wider press against your entrance. You can feel the ovipositor inside you flexing, pushing, and with a pop, the round object breaches you. It’s the size of a normal bird egg, but it’s squishier, easier for you body to take. You feel it pumped along the ovipositor, stretching out your walls even more, and then plop into you, hot and wet. Followed by another. And another.

It doesn’t take long till you’re cumming from overstimulation and how fucking good it feels with every egg, your mind a little bit broken, babbling senselessly till the creature stuffs something else in your mouth - another tentacle, fingers, a tongue - to shut you up. You start feeling full. Then stuffed. And then it’s unbearable and your body can’t stop seizing up, can’t stop cumming, can’t stop losing its mind over how it feels to be used and bred so thoroughly.

You’ve almost passed out by the time it shudders with that same groaning noise and suddenly a gush fills you up even more, spilling over and warming the eggs plumping your gut, pumping and pumping into you without pause like a hose. When it finally drags its ovipositor out of you, you hazily expect everything to gush out of your ruined hole, but it doesn’t.

Later, much later, after someone finally finds you here, swollen up till you look pregnant and still trying to spread your legs, you’ll realize it will be quite a while before you’re able to push out those eggs. And when you do, you’ll be cumming with every. single. one. again.

Please keep work place safety in mind at all times

CW: Non-Con, Aphrodisiac nectar/sap, Plant Monster

MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You knew this was a mistake.

Hiking—venturing into unknown trails—was definitely not something you would consider, much less actually do. But your friends, however well-intentioned they were, insisted that you needed to go out and explore, venture outside of your comfort zone.

And so, in order to please them, you booked a guide (nothing drastic, really). It was apparently beginner-friendly, with beautiful scenery and ‘untold’ sights—a glorified leisurely stroll. It sounded perfect for you, a wonderful plan, so you went.

It was nice, manageable until you somehow—miraculously, stupidly—got lost, strayed from the group long enough that they left you in the dust. Finding them should’ve been easy; there were paved trails and distinct signs, yet you managed to get even more lost.

You didn’t know how long you’d been wandering, but you were hungry, thirsty, and tired; you just wanted to rest. How did your friends let you go to this with your incredibly poor sense of direction? How did you let yourself go?

You paused at the sound of rushing water, concluding it was a good idea to follow (you were dying for a sip of water.) It didn’t take long for you to find the source—the walk was not long at all, as if you were already heading in the right direction anyway as if something was already luring you there before the sound.

You stopped at a gate, seemingly golden and decorated with roses. It appears to be well-kept, no tarnish to be seen. Why exactly is there a random gate in the middle of nowhere?

With just the slightest touch, the gate creaked open (you could’ve hopped over easily if it didn’t), and you, with hesitance and confusion, entered. It was unlike anything you’ve ever seen before: a breathtaking garden full of flowers and trees filled with leaves and fruits. It was beautiful. The subtle scent of fruit and nectar only lured you closer.

The waterfall was the first thing you reached. You cupped your hands into a bowl to collect the water, drinking until you were no longer parched. Then you continued, admiring the colorful plants along the way.

You could feel your fatigue leaving you with each step, with each breath of air, yet the deeper you entered the oddly enchanting garden, the sweeter the air became—enticing. You didn’t hear the gate close behind you, too entranced by the view.

Your stomach grumbled, and all you could do was comply with your hunger, plucking a succulent fruit from one of the trees. The fruit was odd, unknown to you; it should’ve made you pause—sunk caution into your bones—but it didn’t. You were hungry before, but now, with fruit in hand, you were starving.

Your teeth pierced its flesh, its juices sliding down your throat as you devoured it. It was mouthwatering, a taste you had never known but now can never forget. You reached for another, and another, and another until you were full—stomach feeling as if it’s one fruit away from bursting. You took a seat, leaning against the trunk of the tree and resting.

You were worried about how you would get back, but you figured (in an attempt to stay positive) that they would eventually send out a search party and find you. After all, you found this place pretty easily, and you couldn't have strayed that far, right?

Your eyelids felt heavy; even with the sun still up, you felt exhaustion weighing on you. A small nap wouldn’t hurt.

You still felt so tired, not knowing you had already slept for jours. You felt warm, limbs heavy, and eyes feeling glued shut—wielded together with exhaustion and enervation. You didn’t move or shift; even if your mind was half awake, you couldn't.

That had a prickling thought of panic rising inside your brain, the rapid beating of your heart and the quickening of your breath being the only indication of your growing distress and anxiety. You couldn’t quite feel your surroundings, your sense of touch dulled, and the grass underneath you was not even a tickle.

A slight pressure met your lips, parting them delicately before slipping inside, stuffing your mouth full with its soft presence. A smooth substance glided down your throat; its taste was sweet and intoxicating. You gulped it down with no resistance, mind growing hazier with each drop.

The muscles in your limbs loosened, relaxing them, making you malleable and compliant. The heaviness faded into something else. You could feel yourself growing hot, arousal pooling in your underwear.

Something wrapped around your body, tugging at your clothes and removing them—taking your soaked panties and leaving you exposed. The thing inside your mouth slid out with a pop, retreating.

Then it—whatever ‘it’ is—raised you in the air, holding you by your legs, blood rushing to your head. You should’ve been alarmed, but with a brain full of cotton, all you could focus on was the throbbing of your cunt. You pried your eyes open, petals filling your vision. Vines enveloped you, blossoming flowers adorning it as it held you upside down, wrists tied together.

It spread your legs, one vine poking and prodding at your folds, soaking in your arousal. More vines slithered to your chest, fondling your breasts and curling around your nipples.

You squirmed, breathy moans leaving you. The vines continued, some slipping past your folds, one pressing against your clit while the other worked you open. You never felt anything like this before, moaning and whimpering for more.

It slipped out, having you clench around nothing with a whine. A large white bud blossomed in front of you, revealing (something you would’ve questioned more had the nectar not done its job) a flowery cock. It’s throbbing and warm as it enters your hole, fucking you with vigor and filling you with its sap, mouth falling open in a cry.

Another stuffs your mouth, and you greedily drink the liquid leaking from it, sucking and slurping with hot pleasure coursing your body. It pounds into you, its cocks hitting all the right spots as the vines fondle your breasts.

You scream when your climax hits you, the pleasure overwhelming as your body shakes and shudders, the flowery cocks following and spilling its seed inside you.

It seems the other plants in the garden grow curious, crowding you, feeling you all over, tasting your cum with its vines. They all take turns, another plant cock fucking you once the other ones are done cumming in you.

It repositions you, bending you over as some enter your ass, others shoving more vines down your throat. It’s all too much, making you cum too quickly from having the feeling of it in all your holes.

You have its sap leaking out of you, drooling around another cock as it takes you. It has you cuming over and over again, breeding you as your mind fizzles out from it, only caring about being fucked and filled.

This is all you are good for; this is where you belong, and it thinks so, too

had a couple ideas, so feel free to use both, neither, or modify them however you see fit! both involve a cocky adventurer lady having a bad time while trying to solo a dungeon. idea 1: involves her body being invaded by slime creatures just curiously exploring all of her holes (and maybe deciding not to leave said holes) and idea 2: involves her getting trapped in the sticky goop of some giant slugs, and them doing whatever giant slugs would do to a completely immobilized, fertile, young woman!

thanks for taking the time to read this, love your work!! also could i be 🦨 anon? :3c

Kabr0z Writes episode 101: Dungeon Slime

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

I have an AO3!

CWs: Dubcon; slime; suffocation; impregnation; uterine penetration; living clothing;

A/N: I actually got that AO3 account a little while back, but have literally no idea how that site works. Tumblr is still the first and foremost place to find my writing, but with recent outages it's never a bad idea to diversify!

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The tunnel smelled of old stone and piss. It wasn't actually piss, you knew that, the lichen clinging to the engraved walls just gives off ammonia. The ammonia, of course, smells of piss. You rubbed some away, the plant leaving a slick residue on your bracer as the engraving underneath was revealed to you. You were in the right place. The lost fortress of Urdimnish, Trade Tower.

You were here for a reason, of course, the Auric cell at the heart of the tower once kept an entire civilisation of magitech animunculi ticking. If it lived up to even half of the hype, the dwarves would pay a fortune for it. Enough to retire on and then some.

The gate was a simple enough mechanism, warded locks were state of the art when the city was built, easy pickings for any would-be adventurer. The real trick was finding your way through the labyrinthine tunnels carved through the mountain. Most of them weren't ever designed for anyone over about four feet tall, the ones that didn't require you to stoop were the palatial great halls and passages Dwarven architecture was known for.

You passed throne rooms and treasuries, hoards of silver and gold enough to purchase your wildest dreams. You filled a pocket or two, but you knew it's chicken feed compared to the real prize. Deeper and deeper you delved, through lifeless corridors. Nobody knew entirely what happened to the primordial dwarven culture that built this place. One day, it seemed they all decided to leave their burrows and fortifications, never to be seen again. Who knows, maybe someone will find some clue here through careful study of the engravings on the walls.

At last you reached the floor you wanted. The corridors were hot this deep, the bowels of the earth warming the smooth stone. Maybe that's why there's no lichen this deep? Your torch flickered in your hand, glinting off polished brass fixtures in the walls. The deeper you crept, the more copper and brass shone back at you, until you saw it. A glass ball, roughly the size of your head. Gold flecks swam in the crystal, chasing one another around the orb as you watched. This couldn't be anything but the Auric cell hidden here, at the deepest darkest pit of the long-lost fortress. Thick gloves protected your hands as you reached for it, the warmth of the cells surface radiating out as your fingers brushed the glass.

It wasn't glass. Your hands sunk into the surface of the cell as the surface slid over your arms, then up to your shoulders. You flinched back, but the orb came with you, receding in size as it covered you in a paper-thin film of hot, gold-tinged fluid. It reached your chest, sliding under your armour and over your tits before venturing down your belly, slipping over your suddenly all-to-exposed stomach. The glassy liquid flowed upwards too, you pressed your lips together as it covered them, sliding into your nostrils and over your eyes. Gold motes danced over your vision. Your head swum as your lungs burned. You needed to take a breath.

The glass lurched downwards, coating your clit in a hot sheen of fluid, sliding down to press at your hole. The sudden sensation made you gasp on reflex, sucking in a gobbet of the shiny liquid. It coated the inside of your mouth in moments, slipping down your throat as a tendril pushed its way into your cunt. The slime felt around your insides, pressing and prodding at your folds and inner walls, finding its way into every corner of you. The thin film started retreating from your sinuses, clearing your nose as more was redirected into your slick cunt.

You took a breath. You'd fallen, but mustn't have noticed when you landed, legs apart on the stone floor. The growing mass of fluid glass in your cunt was pulsing, getting larger and hotter. You groaned as it stretched you out, leaning back as your hips rolled back, opening you beneath your clothes to nobody in particular. The film over your clit shivered; a soft steady buzzing sending warmth through you in waves. More of the slick, firm substance caressed your nipples, sucking and squeezing at them as you felt them harden and stand on end.

The substance probed at your cervix. You gasped as it slid through the tight gap like water through a sieve, sliding around your womb. More and more of it piled into you, until it was all focused on your cunt. You lay down as your hands strayed to your tits, slipping under your linen top to caress the soft skin, fingers pinching at your nipples as the humming, buzzing slime filled you, shifting around inside as it got comfortable.

A sharp pain made you gasp, just a little cramp radiating from your now-swollen belly, drowned out by a wave of pleasure that flowed from your occupied belly. A groan escaped you as you lost yourself to the flow of relief, submerging into your orgasm like a warm bath. It was the best lover you'd ever had, clenching around smooth curves that conformed to your every fold and crevice. It vibrated inside you in gentle pulses, elongating your sighs and moans of release until at last you came back down.

The creature was still inside you, round and warm. You could still feel it, gently humming away in your womb, a bump filled out your silhouette, like an expectant mother.

You took up your abandoned torch and turned to leave.

There's no way you're giving this to the dwarves.

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This is another "absurdly late from yesterday" episode, so don't worry, you're still getting another one tonight 😉

Also, I have literally no idea if the CWs on this one are appropriate, or if there's stuff I should've put but didn't... Answers on a postcard I guess

I love being tied up so I'm on my tiptoes, struggling to keep upright with the tip of a huge dildo in my cunt and nipple clamps pulling my tits upwards. the second my legs get tired and I have to put my heels down for a break, I'm met with my nipples being pulled too far to the ceiling, a vibrator pummeling my clit and a cock far too big buried deep in my pussy

'if it starts to get too much, you can always try getting back on your tiptoes darling. or is my little slut incapable of controlling her own body as soon as she starts getting fucked like the whore she is?'

leave me there for hours as I go between wobbling on my aching legs, and my nipples being tortured whilst I cum over and over

can I just say I'm a big fan of invisible cock too, or portals accessing really big insertions that you can't see from the outside....wearing something fitted and skimpy, like a cute little snug crop top, maybe a little flared skirt and tights, and if you spread my legs all you see are my cute panties, but I have a huge gut bulge that looks suspiciously like a horse cock embedded in my guts, and I'm soaked, because somewhere on the other side of that portal, someone is using me as their own personal stress relief ~

Imagine that middle aged coworker you keep leading on gets ahold of a portal pussy and connects it to you.

He'd start slow, teasing your little slit in the break room, watching you squirm in your seat across the room. Big rough fingers rubbing your sensitive clit. Increasing his assault gradually until you have to leave the room. He follows you into the restroom, where you've locked yourself into a stall. You couldn't help but hide in there to try and get yourself off. Your cunt practically dripping from his teasing. Your need outweighing the confusion and fear from what's happening to you. Your slick fingers make frantic little circles around your swollen clit, and you feel his fingers return, thick and rough as they feel around for your entrance. You whimper as they push in, both at once, stretching you too fast. He doesn't waste any time finding your g spot, making your eyes roll back as he rubs it. Your rubbing gets sloppier and more desperate. Hes unrelenting, picking up speed as he pushes you closer to the edge. Your legs shake, whimpering pathetically. You're so close, when suddenly, he stops. You whine and try to replace him with your own fingers. You rub and finger yourself for what feels like an hour and can't get yourself back to the edge, can't reach the places he could. You leave the bathroom defeated, with an ache in your lower half you can't seem to make go away.

He fully intends to pay you back for all the blue balls you've given him

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.