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Imagine that there was some kind of nuclear apocalypse scenario that left the world deprived of good breeders. Bands of raiders have taken over swaths of territory and make a point to scoop up whatever breedable sluts they can find. You're one of them. So you get your cunt used up and bred over and over again by these sadistic raiders who just want to dump their cum into a fertile hole and see how many babies it can push out.

Maybe you get too feisty one day and find the will to try to escape and you bite someone. Or maybe you're just so broken in and pathetic that it isn't even fun to fuck you anymore. But the raiders know you're a good hole and waste not, want not in that wasteland.

Lucky for you, they have dogs. Huge mutated dogs. They are massive and aggressive and happen to make great guard dogs so of course they want more of them, either for themselves or to sell those valuable pups.

So you find yourself locked into a large metal cage with one of those dogs. You aren't sure if he'll rip you apart or rape you or both. He stares you down, eyes far too intelligent, before he tackles you to the ground. He snuffles at you and scents that wet, fertile cunt and he knows exactly what you're good for.

Then you feel a wet warmth spreading over you and realize that he's pissing on you to mark you as a dog's breeding bitch. He walks over to piss on your face, the streams hard and copious, and it's then that you realize just what the dog's packing: two fat, massive knotted cocks. The dog ruts those cocks against your mouth demanding entrance as if he wanted to mark you with his piss on the inside and out, letting anyone and everyone know that you're just a broken slut for a dog.

He manages to jam the tip of one of those thick cocks into your mouth and humps away, getting himself hard by using your throat, all while that other cock continues to spray piss all over your face. You realize that the dog was barely even hard when you first saw those cocks because you can feel the way the one in your throat is growing larger and larger.

Eventually, the streams of piss taper off and the dog jerks its cock out of your mouth, dripping piss and precum on your face. With that need taken care of, there was an obvious one that needed tending to next.

You find yourself on all fours getting mounted by the dog. Those massive cocks clumsily slide over your ass, over your cunt and clit, trying to find purchase, eager to fill you with its seed. Two cocks, two holes, they both slip inside of you and the dog wastes no time raping you stupid. He pounds into you like you're nothing but a toy for him to get off with, and that really is what you are, isn't it? Your cunt is so ruined at that point that it only feels natural to be owned by something that could still find use in it.

In spite of all the cocks and toys and miscellaneous objects you've had stuffed into your cunt, nothing could have prepared you for the way those knots push at your underprepared holes. For a while, he just rams his cocks as deep into you as he can get, the knots slamming against you as they try to shove inside. No matter how much you cry, beg, or scream he keeps trying until finally, your body can't put up a fight anymore and he knots you. Your holes are stretched so taut over him that you can feel each individual pulse as those two cocks stuff you full of cum.

He rapes you relentlessly, never letting you off of his knots, filling you with load after load of cum to the point that you already look swollen with his pups. You get the sense that he's been pent up without a good set of holes to breed because he just keeps going, over and over. You lose track of time.

Of course you get pregnant with his pups. Even when your belly goes firm with them, he keeps fucking you like he needs to keep breeding you, and your belly keeps growing bigger and bigger until you're certain that your womb is full of overlapping litters of pups. The raiders are more than pleased with this and decide this is clearly the best and most lucrative use for a fucked-out whore.

The day comes eventually when the first litter fights to be born. The dog doesn't care when you start going into contractions beyond the fact that it feels good, so he's merely rutting into you with his thick cocks still plugging your holes. But this doesn't deter the pups. So you start feeling one struggle past your cervix and it only turns the father of your babies on more so he renews his thrusts only for that pup to get pushed back through your cervix again. The process repeats until finally, a pup slips past the seal of the dog's knot.

All the other pups of that litter follow suit as the dog merely ruts and cums into you, surely knocking you up with more litters along the way, and your hole is a loose, dripping mess by the end of it. Maybe you feel relieved when you the dog tugs his cocks out of you for the first time in you don't know how long. But that's short-lived, as you feel him shift to attempt to shove both of his cocks into your ruined cunt.

hey anon. i could kiss you on the mouth for writing this. thank you

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I'm gonna try to keep this brief (whoops! mission failed) because I don't know if it'll do anything for ya but, I was thinking about the recent portal and brain fucking you've posted and what if you were to combine the two?

Specifically my thoughts were, you keep getting this annoying spam call. It somehow keeps getting around being blocked and leaves these garbled messages. Maybe you answer the next call out of curiosity or completely by accident, either way you hold your phone up to your ear and, well.

The thing is it's not actually a bot, but a demon that is using "bot calls" as a way of accessing its victims in these modern times. It's voice is hypnotic and keeps you on the line. It tests it's control over you by asking you to preform little tasks. Periodically it places you on hold, and keeps you waiting like that for hours. You already lost your sense of time so you really wouldn't know. It toys with you by asking if you have time for a survey, you're compelled to agree. The questions start out normal but grow increasingly perverted and sick. It's like this voice is figuring out exactly what buttons to push bringing up some of your most fucked up fantasies before you even admit them. If you try to answer in the negative, or hesitate too long, the voice berates you for lying and threatens to hang up. When you answer affirmatively "yes and..." you get rewarded with weird sensations in your ear, a feeling or warmth, it's almost wet. Almost like... a tongue. Pushing its way through your phone screen and into your skull, stretching your ear canal gradually. It's comparable to getting your boycunt eaten out. It goes so deep you feel like it's washing over your brain, fucking with your thought processes directly. Your answers are becoming little more than pathetic slutty moans and whimpers. You're not sure when you started touching you're sopping boycunt but you can't seem to stop.

Finally, when you start thinking you can't take much more, the voice asks how often you think about cock. All the time, you say. The reply you get is muffled. To try and hear you press your phone tighter to your ear, you start to feel a new pressure against your head. The voice comes back through louder than ever "would you like that to actually be true? Would you like to think about cock all the time?" Now you realize the extra pressure is the tip of a cock working it's way into your ear canal. So it really had been a tongue lubricating your ear, this whole time its been getting you ready. The voice is kind enough to warn you that if you let this happen you can't undo it. Your biting your lip and rubbing your cunt trying to figure out what to do. The voice takes pity on you, "how about just the tip?" You somehow manage to ask about it being permanent? No, the voice assures you, not if it's just the tip, so you agree...

But once it pushes even just the tip of its inhuman dick into your ear, it displaces enough brain matter you can't fucking think properly. The voice says "okay, I'll have to pull out now", but doesn't actually move. Letting you struggle with the painful stretch, it's tongue it snaked inside to lap at your brain did fuck all to make it anything less than excrutiating. The little bit of you that still has some sense realizes you were probably tricked, can't fix it now, you start begging for it to fuck you deeper, harder. "But that'll destroy what makes you, you. Remember? You'll be a slave to my cock forever. It'll be all you can think about. It's like selling your soul." You're pressing against you phone's screen as hard as you can trying to get more of that demonic cock crammed inside your skull, moaning like a slut about how you fucking need it, you need more. You can't see but the demon smiles mockingly before saying alright, if you insist, and shoving the rest of its fat cock inside you all at once. Your mind is ruined and you're left as little more than a broken cocksleeve.

grabs you by the face. you are a genuis. why aren't you working at nasa yet

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Hi. Hello. So what if. You're out in the woods happily hiking when something grabs you by the ankle. There's a sharp pain where it latches onto you, like it's pierced your skin in someway. The strike is so strong and sudden you can't stop it from dragging you off the trail into the under brush. With brute force it pulls you close and starts wrapping itself around your body, constricting you tightly. Seems like a snake yeah? It's not.

The body is long, muscular and has scales, but it's far too big, and there isn't anything that size native to where you are. Not to mention it seems to have extra limbs it grapples you with. No hands or feet, just extra seemingly random appendages that taper much like it's tail. They're nimble enough to wrap securely around your own limbs, with enough of the main body left to wrap around your torso and neck. It's full weight begins to settle over you once it knows you can't escape.

You can feel yourself beginning to suffocate as your ribs can't stretch enough to catch your breath. This creature peers into your rapidly reddening face, it's own face is terribly alien. You presume that might be what it is, somewhere in the back of your mind you remember something about a recent meteor shower. You can't tell how many eyes it has, or where it's mouth really ends, or what it used to pierce your ankle, it must be something retractable. While struggling to process it's odd features the creature begins to loosen its hold around your legs, you're too distracted to realize that was a chance to maybe free yourself. That window of opportunity is firmly shut when the alien presses one of its many limbs up against your boycunt. Wrapping your legs up again it forces your thighs to squeeze around the limb tightly, while still pressing it up against you. It starts sliding back and forth, sort of thrusting but there's nothing slick to help it along, it's all violent strength as it pushes against the crotch of your pants. Your cunt is starting to leak but that can't get through the fabric. You wonder if the creature is frustrated but something about the way it stares into your face makes you feel like it knows exactly what it's doing.

And it does, eventually lining up the tip of its limb with your boycunt through your pants and very slowly, but mercilessly pushing upward, forcing the crotch of your pants inside your body momentarily, until the fabric begins to tear somewhere. Knowing what that sounds means the creature forces itself inside you in one powerful thrust, tearing through your pants completely. The limb inside you hurts, both from its size and thanks to your legs being forced shut around it. You wish you could spread them wide, not because you're enjoying this, your mind insists, but because at least then I might hurt less, right?

The alien begins to clench around you, tightening its hold enough you hope you'll pass out or die just to make it end. But you stay conscious, it wants you to feel what comes next. It was clenching because it's about to cum, or whatever equivalent for its species. Liquid spews out of the limb stuffing your boycunt, but to your surprise all the other limbs seem to shoot out the same hot liquid. Soaking you in it, inside and out in one big eruption. It's not as thick as human cum, but the temperature seems hotter. Now that it's bred you, you hope it's over. The creature loosens its hold on you, but you're too exhausted to run just yet. You lay still thinking it'll leave you there. Instead it pulls the strange cock out of you and lowers its head between your legs. To your horror, it's starts inserting it's face into your used hole.

Weakly you reach down to push against it but your sweaty palms can get no traction against its smooth scales. The head has a more bulbous shape as it forces itself further in, pushing through your cervix and into your womb. It's so strong it doesn't need to thrust to move forward, just use its odd scales and muscles to crawl deeper and deeper into your cunt. The scales under your hands feel smooth but you can tell inside you, they flare out and back to allow the alien to drag itself against your walls. It hurts, it all hurts. The creature isn't constricting your throat anymore but you still can't breathe as it fills out your womb. It wasn't so much cum that you were sprayed with, but more like a fluid to make your body more hospitable.

Your insides manage to adjust somehow as your organs are literally rearranged, you loose some lung capacity and your bladder empties itself against your will. You feel like you might throw up but don't even as the pressure builds inside you. You give up trying to stop the creature and instead place your hands on your extending abdomen, you look nine months pregnant and the alien's body is about half way in. You have no idea how long it's going to live inside you, you don't know if it's incubating or just trying to survive on a strange planet. You don't know how many times you came since the ordeal started and you don't know how the hell you're gonna walk home.

The only thing you are sure of is you hope you get to push the massive being out of your abused boycunt before it really does abandon you.

Shit, anon, this is a good one.

From the first moment it makes contact, the creature's species, origin, and identity don't matter. All that matters is what it wants, and what it can get out of me - well, what it can get into me, I suppose. The thing is insistent, and powerful, and it has the tools at its disposal to make my pathetic human body all the easier for it to inhabit. I don't know what the end goal is here, or when it plans to make an exit, or where it wants me to go, if anywhere. Does any of that even matter to the thing? Does it just want a warm body wrapped tightly around it?

That's what it gets, in the end. I don't know how I'm supposed to deal with something as otherworldly and inhuman as this, say nothing of its position inside of me, so I end up stranded on the forest floor, exhausted and in pain. It's all so new, so much, so incomprehensible that I'm having trouble wrapping my head around what just happened, but I guess that's probably part of the point. If it can catch its target thoroughly off-guard and overpower them immediately, they're probably too disoriented to even think about fighting back, much less to struggle in any effective way.

How many more of these things came out of the sky? How many more people are just like me?

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i can’t stop thinking about being on a nice walk in the woods at night. the moon is full, i’m breathing in the fresh air, and my mind is clear.

and then suddenly i’m knocked over from behind and pinned down. i feel a massive clawed hand holding my head to the ground while the other tears my pants off, and i can feel hot, rough breath washing over my skin, drool hitting the ground next to my head as the werewolf that’s decided to make me his prey licks my neck, as if tasting me.

“you’re going to be a good breeder for me, boy,” he growls, and i can feel a hot, slick cock rubbing up against me from behind, the head prodding at my boycunt. He notices that i’m wet already, and he laughs, a deep, inhuman sound that sends shivers down my spine. “oh, you want to be filled, hm?”

i can’t respond, shivering, panting as adrenaline courses through my system, but the way my back arches at his touch speaks for me. the werewolf laughs again. “seems like you were made to be bred,” he snarls, and forces the tip of his massive cock into me. 

i yelp, but my cry quickly dissolves into pathetic whimpers of pleasure, my entire body shaking as the werewolf pushes further into me, his cock already slick with precum that makes it easy for him to force his way into my hole. i can feel myself stretching wide open around him, and it hurts, it hurts but i love it so much.

the werewolf feels the way i’m responding to him. “good boy,” he rumbles, the hand that’s not on the back of my head coming around and gripping my side. his claws dig into my skin, but i’m hardly paying attention to them - i’m paying attention to the fact that he’s finally pushed himself far enough into me that he’s nestled up perfectly against my cervix. still, it doesn’t feel like he’s all the way inside me.

despite not having hilted himself, he growls and starts fucking me into the dirt, ruthless, relentless, his huge cock forced into my boycunt again and again and again. i whimper and moan, needy, desperate, ashamed of the fact that i’m enjoying being raped wide open by a beast like this but at the same time i don’t care. when the shock of the first thrust fades and i can talk at least a little, i start begging him to fuck me harder, to destroy me, cum inside me, breed me.

the werewolf laughs even as he keeps forcing himself upon me. “you’re such a little slut, aren’t you? begging for me to fill you,” he snarls. “you’re so cute, i might just have to keep you.” his grip tightens on my side. “you’d like that, hm? you’d wanna be owned by my pack? bred night after night after night?”

at that thought, i can’t hold back any longer, and i cum, my boycunt spasming around the werewolf’s cock, struggling to tighten any further with how far it’s already stretched out, my eyes rolled back in my head.

“yeah, thought so,” the werewolf says with a laugh. “cute little fuckdoll, cumming at the idea of being a breeding toy.” i can hear him panting heavily, his grip on my side tight, still pinning me to the forest floor with his hand as i whine incoherently.

suddenly, he speeds up his already brutal pace. “i’m going to rape my pups into you, boy,” he snarls into my ear. “you’re gonna be my pack’s breeding bitch.” with that, he slams himself forward all the way, and i feel his cock breach my cervix as his knot swells inside of my already-stretched pussy. he throws his head back, howling to the sky, pumping his cum directly into my womb. i whimper and whine, orgasming again as my abdomen swells, the werewolf filling me far past what i thought i would be able to take, forcing his seed into me.

“we’re staying here for a while, boy,” he growls as he comes down from his high. “my knot’s not going down anytime soon, and i’ve got half a mind to fill you some more.” he runs his long tongue across my neck. “you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

i moan at the thought of him fucking me again.

he laughs. “that’s what i thought.”

he spends the rest of the night raping me full of pups, shaping my boypussy perfectly to werewolf cock, my cervix welcoming him again and again like i was made to be a werewolf’s fucktoy. every time i think i can’t hold any more of his seed, he proves me wrong, and my belly swells with his cum until it’s pressed into the ground beneath me.

eventually, the werewolf slows down and lifts his head. “the sun will be up soon,” he says. “so sad. that means we have to stop for tonight.” he leans over me once more. “that doesn’t mean you’re not my toy anymore.” he pulls out of me, and i twitch weakly, a fucked-out mess, pathetic and helpless as he picks me up. “you’re coming back to my den. my pack is just going to love you.”

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Prompt idea, if you like it! - lost in the forest, you're found by the king of the satyrs. The herd uses you, until you become one of them too.

i love this sm and would’ve never thought of this myself!! ty for the request.

i’m not sure how much i like this but i’m just getting into the groove!! this is pretty tame all things considered? kinda dubcon-y but everybody’s happy in the end. i actually did a little research for this, so satyrs being able to control the growth of plants and always being erect are things from mythology, but the aphrodisiac precum i just made up lol :’3c hope u like

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these are not the best woods to get lost in, my friend.

those words echo through my mind as i slowly drift into consciousness, one part of my body at the time. they were the last thing i’d heard before being pulled under into some unnatural sleep, but not before i’d had a chance to whip around and see who’d spoken them. i definitely would’ve thought it was something i’d dreamed if the same figure wasn’t the first thing i saw when i opened my eyes again. 

i’m laying on what feels like a large fallen log, completely bare, and standing between my spread legs is some kind of beast man. his brown hair is wild and curly, forming almost a halo around his handsome face where it grows around two curved, spiraling horns. below his horns are a pair of floppy fuzzy ears, the same brown as his hair, pierced in multiple places with golden cuffs and dangling hoops. one of them twitches, and the hoops tinkle against each other.

“you are finally awake, human,” the beast man with a warm smile, honey-colored eyes glittering. “i did not want to get started without you fully present. it would not be fair if you did not get to enjoy this as much as us, would it?”

us. i’d been so transfixed by him that i didn’t notice his companions– at least a dozen other men surrounding me, all similarly bestial and adorned with jewelry, though none in the same gold.

they’re– they’re goats. they’re satyrs. and they’re all looking at me hungrily.

something pokes at me between my legs, and i jump and make to move away, but a clawed hand from somewhere plants itself in the center of my chest, keeping me down.

“have you ever been fucked by a king?” the satyr before me asks in a low voice. i lift my head and glance down. he’s sporting a massive erection, flushed red and smearing precum onto my bare pussy where he’s rubbing the tapered tip against me. the sticky clear fluid burns a little on my skin, and the warmth slowly spreads through my body, making my hair stand up and my nipples harden. it’s… good. it feels good. it’s making me tingle all over. 

i open my mouth to ask what the fuck was going on, but before i can make a sound the king satyr is pushing inside of me in one fluid motion, and what comes out of my mouth instead is a choked gasp. the satyrs around me chatter excitedly at the display, but i barely notice it over the overwhelming feeling deep in my core. i’ve never experienced anything like this. his cock is massive, but where i expect to feel pain or even discomfort i instead feel more pleasant tingling, like someone went in my brain and rewired my nerves. it bothers me, but just barely. how can i get worried about something that feels so good? 

the king’s eyes are on my face, and he rolls his hips experimentally. it draws a moan out of me, and i finally go limp, allowing my body to relax and my legs to fall open. that seems to be the cue the satyrs needed, because at that moment everything and everyone is moving. 

within seconds my head is turned to the side and i have an erect cock pushing past my lips and another occupying each of my hands, the satyrs curling my fingers around the shafts and guiding me into stroking them back and forth. i taste bitter-sweet precum in the back of my mouth, making my tongue tingle, and though minutes ago i’d found so many erections to be intimidating now i just want more. i moan around the one filling my mouth and allow its owner to fuck into my throat. all the while the king is splitting open my pussy. his cock seems to be bigger than the rest of the herd, but it doesn’t hurt for a moment, even when the tapered tip jabs right at my cervical opening, a part of me that had never been touched by anyone. it feels right, to have him that deep inside of me, like his cock is exactly where it belongs.

“he is really feeling it now,” a voice above me says with a small chuckle as someone gropes one of my breasts, “i did not expect him to react so quickly.”

“i know, it’s like he was made for this– gods, his hands are soft!”

“you should feel his cunt,” the king grunts, “so tiny and tight. it will never be the same after this. it will remember the shape of me very well.”

i’d been so focused on pleasing the men around me i didn’t notice my own orgasm creeping up, but hearing the satyrs talk to each other about me like i wasn’t even there has it coming hard and fast. i let out a muffled keen as my body goes taut and my pussy gushes around the king’s shaft, soaking the fur around the base of his cock with my ejaculate. the satyrs cheer and gawk at me, and i feel yet more cocks against my skin– poking at my already occupied mouth, rubbing my breasts, rutting against my soft stomach. all of my senses are just sex sex sex. and i fucking love it.

they spend hours fucking me, the king and his satyrs. i don’t stay laying on that log for very long. i’m fucked in all sorts of positions by so many satyrs they began to blur together, though i always recognized the king. he never strayed far, even if he decided to pull out and give someone else a turn. every part of me that could be filled was filled, even my ass, though when the king stepped in again he always slid right back into my pussy like he was coming home. he came inside of me over and over, more than anyone else, and always in the depths of my cunt, right up against my cervix.

once things wind down, the king is seated on what must be a throne, made out of twisted branches and vines, with me seated in his lap, speared on his cock again. i hadn’t noticed with him crouching to fuck me on that log, but he’s very large, probably a couple of feet taller than me, and it’s easy for him to keep me wrapped up in his arms as he lazily rocks me up and down his erection. he groans lowly in my ear as he cums again, pouring another load of potent semen inside of me, though a lot of it drips right out. my pussy is too loosened too hold it inside. i shiver through another weak orgasm, spurting a weak amount of ejaculate onto his furry thigh. the king sighs and seats me fully in his lap, and i think he might be finished, though his erection isn’t waning in the slightest, filling me just as much as it did when he first thrust inside, all those hours ago.

the sun is setting, and the other satyrs are lazing around, their erections also persisting– even the ones who have fallen asleep. maybe they’re always hard. good, i think, with a small smile.

the king puts one of his hands on the arm rest of the throne. a warm glow emanates from his palm, and the vines begin to sprout new branches, tiny little twigs that intertwine as they grow, into a little wreathe. once it’s finished, he lifts his hand and snaps it free of the throne before placing the wreathe atop my head.

“a good king needs a queen, hm?” he says quietly, nuzzling his snubbed little nose against my forehead. 

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Can you write something for getting ruined and bred by a monster/creature? It takes you and rapes its heavy seed into you with no mercy

abso-fucking-lutely. i watched shape of water recently (phenomenal fucking movie btw everyone should watch it) so i did something fishy. i like this one a lot more than the other one :3

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i shouldn’t have gone to the beach at night. i knew it was a bad idea. but i’d had a fight with my friends that day, and i just… needed a moment alone. we were all cooped up in a beach house for the summer, i just needed to cool down somewhere with no people around. the chilly sea breeze would help with that.

i brought my keys with me. i have a little knife on the key ring that can be flicked out at a moment’s notice. i thought it would keep me safe. i didn’t count on meeting something inhuman.

i’d walked along the beach, carrying my sandals in one hand and my phone in the other, flashlight pointed downwards at the sand to make sure i don’t step on anything sharp. the cold tide waters lap at my feet as i walk, quickly filling in and smoothing out the footprints i leave. it’s peaceful; the rhythmic back and forth of the water, the steady pace of my trekking. it’s enough to ease my mind from the stresses of the day. i’m just about to head back to the house when, in the corner of my field of vision, i see a light coming from the water, ten or twenty feet out from the shore. it has a bluish hue to it, and it’s far enough under the surface that it ripples with the waves. i squint and shine my phone at it, but i can’t for the life of me make out what it is. my interest is piqued. maybe it’s because it’s late, or maybe because i want to have something to show my friends, but against my better judgment i pull up my shorts and wade into the cold water, as quickly as i can stand. if it’s a cool jellyfish or something i want to get a picture before the tide takes it back into the ocean.

even when i get closer, i can’t make it out any better. the only light is from the moon and distant street lamps, and whatever it is has kicked up a bunch of sand, clouding the water. still; just the light itself is nice-looking. i can take a picture then ask my friends what they think it is later.

i raise my phone up and turn the flashlight off so i don’t wash out the blue glow. i look at the screen, snapping lots of pictures of the light to look through later, when i notice it shifting a little, like it’s getting closer to the surface. i switch to taking a video instead and zoom in. from what i can make out, it’s not just one light, it’s multiple, like a line of little glowing dots.

the water ripples slightly as something surfaces. then keeps surfacing. slightly panicked, i turn my phone around to shine the screen in front of me, and i see a pair of slitted eyes looking back at me as their owner continues to rise from the water, quickly surpassing my height. i follow its face with the light of my phone. it curls its lip back, baring rows of sharp, jagged teeth, and i’m gone.

i shriek and turn to run back to the shore, still without any idea of what the fuck i just saw, but i don’t need to know. pure instincts propel me forward, bringing my knees up as high as i can with each frantic step as the pull of the water tries to slow me down. i hear a loud splash from behind me, and i turn my head over my shoulder to get a glance. i don’t see the creature anymore, not even the light. i feel a moment’s worth of relief before something cold, smooth and strong grips my ankle and yanks backwards.

i fall face first with a scream, and my phone flies out of my grip onto the sand, a safe distance from the tide waters but also out of my reach, and my sandals land in the water with a splash. i make one last desperate attempt to get away, army crawling through the water and frantically kicking my legs, but it’s no use. the creature has a hold on me, and soon it’s looming over my prone form. i dare to turn my head and look, but with the moon at its back i can hardly see a thing. that’s soon rectified by the rows of dots along its forehead, chest, and arms that suddenly light up a fluorescent blue, but i immediately wish it had stayed in the dark. it’s probably over ten feet tall, covered in smooth skin except for countless numbers of fins of all different sizes, and a patch of spiky quills growing from its head like hair. 

i scream again at the sight, and its quills flare up and out where they’d previously been flat against its neck and back. it grabs me by the thighs and lifts me up, holding me spread eagle with my head dangling downwards. i continue to screech and struggle, but it pays me no mind, instead pressing its face to my crotch and making a low chirring noise as it inhales through my shorts, its little slitted nostrils flaring. i have no clue what it’s trying to do, but the image of those huge teeth flashes in my mind, and now they’re so close to the most vulnerable part of my body.

it drops me without taking a bite, though, instead using the claws on its massive webbed fingers to rip my shorts straight in half without so much as a strain. i’m stuck between wanting to cover myself as it goes for my underwear next or push myself up onto my feet, and in my panic i try to do each with one hand, without any luck with either. it tears through my underwear with just as much ease, and with my bare pussy in sight its quills flare up again and its spots grow brighter. i notice movement down below, and look down to see an engorged slit at the creature’s pelvis parting. what look to be little tentacles lined with suckers like an octopus poke out, squirming and writhing around each other, but i can tell those are just accessory to what’s in the center; a much larger and more intimidating tapered tendril unfurls itself, lacking the suckers but instead having ridges spanning the girth of it, a few inches apart. it’s almost mesmerizing, the way it moves like it’s alive, but it’s moving towards my pussy.

i try to push myself away, but it chirrs at me again with a show of its teeth and pushes down on my thighs, pressing the sides of my knees into the sand and keeping me wide open. much to my horror, the creature crouches down lower and lines itself up. the tip of its tendril rubs down the length of my slit before finding my hole and pushing in. the tip is probably about as wide as my finger, barely anything at all, but it keeps pushing, pressing against my inner walls as it goes like it’s feeling me out. after a few inches i begin to feel a stretch, but it’s barely a third of the way in.

the tip soon reaches my cervix, making me cry out at the strange, foreign sensation, and i think i’ll be spared the rest of its length, but no. the tip wiggles at my cervical opening, and after some probing and pushing, begins to slide inside, slowly stretching open the barrier guarding my womb with its tapered girth.

i stop fighting, instead laying limp in the sand except for convulsions and jerks of my body as the creature rapes its way into my womb. it just keeps going and going. i feel it the moment the tendril touches the back wall of my uterus, but that doesn’t stop it. it keeps pressing, curling in on itself inside of me to fit as much of itself inside my womb as it can then uncurling, stretching the organ out. 

i only know i’m cumming from the rhythmic contractions of my pussy. i’d already been so overwhelmed i don’t even register the build up or peak. it’s not like it matters, anyway; the creature doesnt stop until he’s fully inside of me, my entrance stretched to accommodate the massive base, and the little tentacles at his pelvis are latching their suckers onto my hard clit and the outer folds of my pussy.

suddenly, with a throaty, bubbling growl, the creature shifts its grip on me from my thighs to my waist and lifts me up off the ground. i know what’s coming next, but nothing could have prepared for the sensation of it fucking me.

it barely moves in and out at all, just bouncing me on its prehensile cock, because the tendril does all the work for him. it shifts and undulates inside of me like a worm, the ridges rippling and pressing against my walls. my mouth lets out a constant stream of groans and cries as the creature uses me like a toy, the tendril writhing in my womb visible under my skin. 

the creature makes noises as it fucks me, louder the longer it goes, like animalistic growls and grunts made by someone with water in their throat. after an indeterminate amount of time, my mind too broken to keep track, it lets out a long hiss, and the ridges on its cock suddenly puff up, pressing outwards as it begins to pump me full of gallons of watery cum, and all sense of my surroundings is ripped away from me. it’s just me, the tendril inside of me, and the massive amounts of semen its spilling inside my womb. i manage to open my eyes and look down at my swelling stomach, a dull purple glow shining through my skin, before i pass out.

i don’t make it back to my friends. in the morning, they come looking for me, and eventually find my phone, battery drained. after charging it, they find pictures of a strange blue glow in the water, and a video that’s almost 45 minutes long, first of the light in the water, then of my terrified face as i see something rise from the ocean, then the night sky, while in the background are the sounds of me screaming and moaning until the phone’s batter died. little do they know i’m going to spend the rest of my days birthing a sea monster’s spawn.

[sleepfuse]

tbh kind of in the mood for soft rape. like… a guy, maybe a close friend or even a boyfriend, generally someone i trust and care about, forcing himself on me, but without any physical abuse.

he holds me down. he’s bigger and stronger than me, and it used to make me feel safe, but now he’s using it against me. he keeps me still while he fingers my cunt open, slow and methodical, getting me nice and wet for him. he kisses and mouths at my neck while i beg him to stop.

when he pushes his cock into me, it hurts, even though he tried to prepare me. he’s just so big, and my boy pussy is so small. he shushes me gently while i cry, telling me it’ll feel better. grinding his hips against me, rubbing my clit, working me through the pain.

he tells me i’m beautiful while he rapes me. he says i’m so gorgeous, and knowing that i have a pussy just drove him so wild. it’s just as wonderful and tight as he imagined it to be. he tells me he just couldn’t help himself. it’s my fault for being such a pretty little boy. he’s blaming me for my rape, but he’s saying it in such a low, sensual voice while filling me up so good that i start to really question if what he’s saying is true. such a confusing mess of kindness and love and trauma, turning my world upside down and leaving nothing in my mind but his fat cock inside of me, his strong hands pinning me down, and my own orgasms.

[sleepfuse]

I was requested in advance by room service, so when the guests come to their hotel room I’m already there. I’m laying on the bed with my limbs spread out, all fucked up on rohypnol and klonopin… I’m awake but everything is so heavy and my eyes are so sleepy so I just stare at the ceiling.

There are four of them… maybe they’re athletes. One of them calls dibs and moves me around like I’m nothing but I’m too drugged up to move my head to look at him. He slides my panties down my thighs and off my legs and throws them somewhere, and then just like that he’s shoving his cock inside my vulnerable little pussy, rolling his hips a couple times to fit it all in because I’m so tight and I’m not helping. I think the others are watching but I don’t know. He starts to really go for it, sawing in and out of me and not caring for how I feel at all. When he finally grips my hips and pulls me down onto his cock and cums deep inside my unprotected pussy, I give a little helpless moan.

No sooner does he wipe his cock off on my pussy lips than the next one is manhandling me to the side and onto his lap. He sits me down right on his cock and I fall back onto his shoulder as his rough hands grope my tits and hold me up by the neck. He fucks up into me and I bounce. My eyes are open and I can see the others but everything is a colorful blur… I’m so sleepy and these strange men are violating me and they can see everything, they can see how my pussy gets wet automatically for cock like a trained slut’s. One of them slaps me and tells me that, calls me a slut as the man holding me cums up into my cervix, gasping and groaning. He pushes me off of him onto the bed and grabs the remote to turn on the tv in the background, done with me now that he’s used me like any cheap fuck doll.

The other two roll me over onto my back again. The first lines himself up with my slutty used pussy and pushes just the head in. He’s thicker than the first two and I moan again as the other man kneels over my face and lowers his hard cock into my mouth. I feel like he’s going to choke me… but the rohypnol has me so relaxed and pliant… and my throat is so relaxed that when he shoves his dick in as far as it can go I don’t gag even a little, I just moan softly around him. He starts to thrust, building speed… fucking my throat like a pussy as the thick cock between my legs pushes forward, taking its time… stretching me open… until it’s buried in me to the hilt, hands on my hips holding me down… I feel it twitch against my cervix again. I’m so sleepy… but the pressure feels so good…

There are two cocks violating me from both ends and it’s so, so much, I’m so, so full, and I cum suddenly, just in little feeble helpless twitches because my body is so so heavy, and time is a blur and then they’re cumming in me, using me like the cum sleeve I was meant to be.

For the rest of the night they take turns shoving my limp helpless body around and violating all of my holes while the other men have conversations or watch a game on tv or open some beer. Sometimes my face gets shoved into the mattress as one of them slowly fucks my ass as he watches tv over my head… as the night passes and I get looser and looser I start taking two cocks in my pussy, then two in my pussy, one in my mouth, and one in my ass… I take everything they want to give me because I’m so sleepy and heavy… and by the time they’re done with me and go to sleep I’m a well-used cockslut lying at the end of the bed with a sloppy mess between my legs. I think it’s done but in the middle of the night I feel my body pulled up and a cock slips into my cunt, and it doesn’t stop all night.

I wish they’d used condoms… they came so much in me that there’s no way they didn’t put a baby in me… but I guess they paid extra for the slut-breeding special.

[sleepfuse]

I wasn’t born with an extra hole because I was meant to be a girl, I was born this way because I was meant to be fucked. Having a warm, wet hole perfectly made for men to fill just makes me the best kind of fag.

[sleepfuse]

I'd love to be the pet servant to a king. There to fufill his every whim, his favorite entertainment.

Forever at his side, my holes always accessible, wearing nothing but my collar and bonds, maybe a few silks.

He'd tease his nobles , knights, and even opponents with getting to use me. I'd drain cock after cock, keeping them in line, coming back for more.

But most of the time I'm His Majesty's cockwarmer. Taking load after load of royal seed, never letting a single drop go to waste.

The better I serve him, the more he showers me with gifts. Furs for my nest, gilded chains.

And if I misbehave? Can't take a cock? He's never opposed to another few training sessions in the dungeon~

Pet boys like me need to be kept on a tight leash for our own good

[sleepfuse]

i say im ᶠᶦⁿᵉ but deep down im thinking about giving head

[sleepfuse]

what I would give 2 get fucked and bred and made to cum without them touching my tdick at all and to be left drooling onto the mattress and leaking so much cum from my cunt while my stomachs still a little swollen from how much is sitting in my womb

[sleepfuse]

I just want to be tied down and bred like a bitch in heat while you stroke my growing belly and call me a good boy. Or is it too much to ask???

[sleepfuse]

First attempt ever at a hypnosis for women (and afab people aka anyone with a pussy lol).

Hope you’ll enjoy.

[sleepfuse]

girls be like “I’m shy” then ask you to breed them

[sleepfuse]

— if you get wet by being praised and treated like a dumb puppy, i want you <33

[sleepfuse]

Misread 'daddy's little baby' as 'baby's little daddy' and just cackled my head off