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skele-bunny · 9 months ago

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Thinking About Polyghouls Basic Dynamics...

(and some)

There's a bit of a hierarchy as there is with any packs wether topside or pit! There's the pack leader, then second and third command. That would be Dewdrop, than Aether, and then Mountain. They're looked at the most for guidance, like learning the human tongue, what to do, or even sexual/romantic guidance.

Most packs will become poly and this one wasn't spared :3 Dew, Aeth, and Mount already had an ongoing relationship. First one to join that was Rain, then Swiss, then the girls, and then Copia! Sunny, Rory, and Phantom then followed.

OHHHHHH my god they're all so stupid over each other tho. There's affection almost every minute, nicknames or pet names left and right. The pack hierarchy doesn't play into the relationship at all, but it is a bit obvious that Dew plays into it a bit more. He's more likely to initiate affection than vice versa. Just leaning over the couch to kiss Sunny's cheek or butt his horns against Cumulus', pulling Swiss down next to him on the couch for cuddles.

There's very casual and comfortable nudity in the den, plus it's just more in their nature to be bare than wear clothes. Does lead to some fawning and touches, plus exhibition and voyeurism.

Date!!! Nights!!!!!!

Can be movies, to activities like arts n crafts or cooking, or just simple days out. Usually always ends with a ghoul pile and a lot more affection. Sometimes there's more specific dates within the pack but their all inclusive date tends to cater to everyone.

When Copia comes over, they'll usually peer pressure (jokingly) him into joining their casual nudity and date night. He's sooo stressed all the time! He needs to relax! A lot of attention is on him, and is put in the middle of ghoul piles. He really does love his ghouls and does his best to learn their separate cultures and give them gifts in relation to it; otherwise just from his silly old man heart.

Now, there's also some agreements among the pack for comfort as well :3

CW - Nursing/Lactation, Breeding Mention, Egg/Oviposition

Rain and Dew both need assistance with their milk and egg laying. It honestly surprised Dew that he still had some of his water features but hey! The body is a surprising thing. Rain needs it a lot more as Dew is (literally) dried out and a lot more rare. Water ghouls constantly produce milk even outside of a heat, so they need relief and there's a LOT of willing volunteers in the pack to latch on to them.

Rain can produce his own eggs and also lay eggs with his tentacle. If he's laying, he'll need a partner to lay them inside, and feels soo much better after. If he's expelling, just needs someone to hold his hand and monitor him while he's snuggled in his bathtub. Not uncommon to see one of the ghouls with some egg bumps near Rain's cycle time

Dew produces his own, and he used to have a very high clutch count, but now it's heavily decreased. It's the same as Rain, but he does experience some pain with expelling so that's why Aether is usually the one to assist him.

Speaking of Aether! Breeding bull Aether my beloved. Very high sex drive, and he's either jerking himself off or buried deep in one of his mates. When he and Sunny retired, poor girl was his walking fleshlight bc everyone else was gone LMAO. He has a very heavy knot, and is locked to his partner for a good bit. Caused a few pregnancy scares before, but he just breeds sooo deeply. It's very uncomfortable for him to go a long time without it, so someone usually volunteers. (Cough cough dewphantomrory cough cough)

Cumulus needs accommodations for intercourse as she has bad knees and asthma. Can involve a sex swing, stool, or sometimes she needs water to be more comfortable. There's always an inhaler nearby, too! So if Cumulus ever needs something specific, everyone's more than happy to do whatever it is or get something to help.

Copia is a minute man. That man can only cum three times and he's done for. That leads to him being a VERY big vouyer watching the ghouls go at each other. At first it startled him from how rough it could be and sometimes bloody, but learned it's just their normalcy. They're all very gentle with him, taking time to prep, make sure he's satisfied, and comfortable. He gets a lotta aftercare too they love him sm :3

#the band ghost #ghost band #rabrev writing #cw breeding #cw lactation #cw nursing #cw oviposition #nameless ghouls #papa emeritus iv #papa copia #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #cumulus ghoulette

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miasmaghoul · 11 months ago

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Heat of the Moment

Rating: E

Pairing: Ifrit/Aether

Word Count: 2.7k

Contains: transmasc Aether (use of cunt/clit/cock and tits for his anatomy), heat/rut cycles, masturbation, rough sex, biting/marking, multiple orgasms, knotting, heavy breeding/impregnation kink and mostly implied quintessence fuckery.

Ifrit has a problem.

He'd woken with a sharp gasp, had rolled out of bed sweaty, tense all over and so hard his sleep pants threatened to split at the seams. Still sleep heavy and dazed but filled with an urgency he would know anywhere, three humps against his palm was all it had taken for him to spill with a rough grunt. He'd watched the stain soak into his pants with barely cracked eyes, groaning deep in his chest. He'd given his smooth sack a nice squeeze, still-hard cock throbbing, and with a deep sigh Ifrit had pulled it out over his waistband.

The beginnings of swelling at the base told him everything he needed to know.

Read it below, or on AO3!

Ifrit has a problem.

The beginnings of swelling at the base told him everything he needed to know.

It's been just over an hour since then, and he's made it as far as the shower. The water's long since gone cold, raising goosebumps as it trails over his skin, but Ifrit doesn't care. He's burning from the inside out, leaning heavy against the tiled wall and panting through grit teeth. Tugging at himself with both hands, pausing only long enough to squeeze the burgeoning bulb of his knot. Ifrit's hips move in mindless ruts as he chases the white rabbit that is his orgasm; it's the fourth one so far, each one harder to reach than the last, and he hunches as his stomach clenches. So much pressure built up inside, hot claws dug deep into his guts, he's already close to rubbing himself raw. Ifrit hisses as he polishes the head, and finally, finally feels the dam start to give.

The images flying through his brain make little sense, bright bursts of skin and sweat and the glorious sound of flesh meeting flesh. Every orgasm clears some of the haze, brings him closer to discovering what, exactly, his rut wants this time around, but Ifrit can never be sure just how many it'll take.

“Fuck, c'mon, fuck,” he rasps, voice lost in the rush of the water. He grips himself tight and fucks his fists, eyes clamped shut and mind racing. His heats are always frantic, always demanding, but Ifrit knows the load he's about to blow won't fix that. There's only one thing that will, and all he can do is hope that this release is the one that brings him the clarity he so desperately needs.

“Oh shit.”

Ifrit gasps, head lolling forward as his balls draw up. He clenches his jaw so hard it cracks, toes curling against the tile, and with a drawn out groan everything goes white.

As he shoots all over the shower door, thighs twitching, a truly divine image burns itself into his addled mind. One of plush thighs, kiss-bitten lips and a decidedly round belly.

“Aether.”

Ifrit has a problem, and now he knows just how to fix it.

He barely dries off, just towels his shaggy hair with shaking hands and stumbles to his closest while he has the presence of mind to dress himself. It won't last long, he knows from experience, but he manages to throw on a tank top (backwards) and a pair of basketball shorts from his workout shelf before the itch settles in again. Ifrit tucks his aching length up against his stomach, and cannot possibly be bothered to check if the shorts hide the ridiculous bulge he's sporting.

The walk to Aether's room isn't one he remembers, but the next thing Ifrit knows he's pounding on a door that certainly isn't his own. He can smell his prize straight through the wood, stronger than usual, and Ifrit thinks if he has to wait a second longer to get what he wants then he'll just break the fucking thing down and take it.

The lock tumbles, the hinges creak, and the only reason Ifrit doesn't storm right in is because of the hand that grips his tank.

“Finally,” Aether growls, dragging him bodily inside. Ifrit trips over something unseen, catches himself on a bed post. “What the fuck took you so long?”

The tone of it, the ferocity, slaps a little sense back into Ifrit's rut-dumb mind. He fixes Aether with a scowl, chest heaving, and finds the other ghoul looking as crazed as he feels. He's sweaty, the hair coating his chest and belly matted with it, every inch of his very much naked body flushed and quivering. Ifrit's gaze catches between his legs, hones in on the throbbing, ruddy length of his fat little cock and the glistening slick already coating his thighs. His nostrils flare, soaking in Aether's scent, and somehow it smells like -

“I said,” Aether snaps, licking his lips, “what the fuck took you -”

Ifrit snarls, crosses the distance between them and pins Aether to the door before he can finish, crushing their mouths together in what can only technically be called a kiss. It's brutal, sharp and starved and wholly desperate. Aether moans into it anyway, digging his claws into Ifrit's biceps and drawing out a hiss. He bites Aether's lip in retaliation, getting a handful of his hair and yanking his head away. They're both panting, and the sight of Aether licking the blood from his lip makes Ifrit feel more than a little insane.

“You're in heat,” he manages to bite out, shoving his face into the crook of Aether's neck and sucking down his intoxicating scent. It's sweet but bitter, sharp but smooth - too good to be true. “How are you -”

“Your fault,” Aether spits, getting both hands on Ifrit's broad chest and shoving him away, forcing him to stumble back to the bed. Aether gets a hand on his throat and pushes him to the mattress, straddling his waist and giving Ifrit a nice eyeful of his dripping cunt in the process. “Could smell your rut coming last night,” he rasps, grabbing the collar of Ifrit's shirt and tearing it straight down the middle. “You set me off.”

Ifrit doesn't know what that means, nor does he have the presence of mind to care. Especially not when Aether grips his pecs, rocking his hips just enough to drag his stubby clit over Ifrit's abs. The shiny trail he leaves behind makes Ifrit's vision tunnel, and he reaches up to grope Aether's chest. It's fuller than usual, his tits firm and obviously tender judging by Aether's gasp and they way he shudders when Ifrit tweaks his puffy nipples.

“Fuck, If,” he breathes, shuffling back just enough to grind against Ifrit's clothed cock. The heat of him is maddening, and Ifrit's eyes cross. “Need it in me, need you to -”

He doesn't have the chance to finish before Ifrit knocks him off balance, and in a flash Aether's pinned to the mattress with his ass in the air. Ifrit keeps him there with one hand on the back of his neck, the other shoving down his own shorts.

“Shut the fuck up.” Ifrit swears to himself when he finally gets a hand on his cock, the thing now gone angry red and leaking all over. “I'll decide what you need.”

Aether does not argue. Instead, he works himself into a deep arch, watching Ifrit over his shoulder and huffing into the sheets. He reaches back to spread himself open, needy cunt winking and already begging to be filled. Ifrit growls as he grips himself, dragging the head through Aether's slippery folds. The wet sound of it fills the room, makes him dizzy, and the punched out sound Aether makes when he lines up only makes it worse.

“Kiss it,” Ifrit demands. The other ghoul makes a fascinating sound, something between a moan and a whimper, and when he feels Aether's entrance clench against his tip his eyes roll. “Good boy.”

He pushes in without another word, gripping Aether's soft hips as he splits him open. Aether howls through it, grabbing at his own hair and babbling nonsense with every thick inch that stretches him. They're both gasping by the time the swell of his knot meets Aether's cunt, his thighs trembling and Ifrit's stomach flexing. Despite the torturous pressure between his legs, Ifrit leans down and rests his forehead between Aether's sweaty shoulder blades. Gives them both a moment to adjust.

Aether doesn't give him the chance, clamping down around him and sucking air through his fangs at the sting it provides.

“Don't make me wait any more,” he slurs into the bed, reaching back to grab at Ifrit's thighs. “Give it to me, you have to -”

Ifrit sinks his fangs into Aether's shoulder, into a spot already scarred with past marks, and Aether goes limp beneath him.

“I know what you need,” Ifrit rumbles, licking at the new punctures. He drags his tongue over scalding skin, up Aether's throat and dipping it into his pointed ear. Aether makes a gurgling sound, and Ifrit throbs. He pushes himself upright, pulls out until just the head sits inside, and braces himself with one foot on the mattress. “But you're not gettin’ it until I say so.”

He slams back in all at once, knocks the air out of the ghoul before him, and doesn't hesitate to start up a rhythm of deep, driving thrusts. Doesn't so much as pause when Aether tenses around him, shuddering and moaning almost immediately through the first of who knows how many orgasms Ifrit will wring out of him. It's mindless, animalistic and urgent on both of their parts. Feral in a way Ifrit has never experienced - he knows how this will end, what his bestial nature demands, and every time his fat knot meets Aether's wicked body he feels one specific urge grow.

On instinct, Ifrit's hands move from Aether's hips. Sliding forward to clutch the soft swell of his stomach - massaging, kneading, like he's trying to feel himself deep inside. The same image that had flashed through his mind in the shower resurfaces, clear as day, and Ifrit pauses on a forward thrust to grind his knot in just a little deeper. He barely notices Aether wailing through another release, despite the flood of slick that drips down his balls and pools on the sheets, too caught up in his single minded need to -

“Gonna look so good,” he grunts, broad palms settling low on Aether's belly. “Fuck, you're gonna look amazing all stuffed full.”

Aether chokes out something like a curse, pained and pitchy, but he untangles a hand from the blanket anyway. Shoves it between his legs, past Ifrit's groping hands, to rub at his most assuredly sore little cock. Shaking fingers graze the underside of his knot and Ifrit's knees quake.

“Say it,” Aether begs, voice thin. “Say...s-say you'll - oh shit, fuck, cumming!”

He buries his face in the sheets as he falls apart yet again, sloppy cunt working to pull more of Ifrit inside him. Craving the stretch of his knot, the impossible fullness that will come with it. Ifrit cants his hips, biting the inside of his cheek and pressing harder on Aether’s belly. He knows just what the other ghoul needs to hear.

“Gonna fill you up,” he huffs, the urgency inside building to fever pitch. “Right here,” he digs his fingertips in deep, and Aether lets out a pleasured sob.

“Please,” he just barely manages, voice cracking as he tries to shove himself back onto the knot he yearns for. Halfway inside now, Ifrit's whole body twitches, and he knows he's reached his limit.

He drapes himself over Aether's back, jabbing at that one spot deep inside that makes the other ghoul shake and drool, and breathes hot against his ear.

“Gonna knock you up,” he snarls, and Aether gets so much tighter. Ifrit's balls draw up close, heavy and full and in dire need of emptying. “Gonna give you every last one of my pups, fuck -”

It's impossible and he knows it, a delusional desire that manages to drive away every ounce of reason and replaces it with a dull buzzing that sounds an awful lot like take, take, take. Ifrit humps away like an eager dog, pushing in deeper and deeper, scrabbling at Aether's sides. He can feel the rush of his rut reaching its crescendo, the highest high, blinding pleasure that promises to leave him as wrecked as the ghoul beneath him.

“Tell me what you need,” he orders, thrusts going stilted and erratic, and Aether's stubble scratches his cheek when he turns his head. The nonstop clenching of his slick walls would be enough all on its own, but Ifrit can't help himself. “Tell me, tell me.”

“Make me a mommy,” Aether whimpers, and with a distant roar and a slick pop Ifrit's world goes dark.

— — —

It's ages before he comes back to himself, the room gone still and silent save for some gentle, even breathing. He doesn't recall moving, but they're on their sides now. Ifrit's spooned up against Aether's back with one arm slung around his waist - Aether's holding his hand, he realizes in a delayed sort of way, and Ifrit can't help his soft chuff of delight. He hums to himself, nuzzling the back of Aether's neck and pressing a kiss to his damp hairline.

“I know you're awake, big guy,” he coos, tracking more little kisses over to the already bruising bite mark he'd left earlier. “You're not snoring.”

Aether lets out an exaggerated honk-shoo and Ifrit snorts. It quickly morphs into a hiss when Aether wiggles against him, tugging at the place where they're still tied together. Ifrit presses his face into the juncture of his throat, and Aether starts to purr.

“That was wild,” Ifrit rasps. His throat feels so raw, voice strained, and he wonders what noise he made to cause it. Maybe Aether will pour the memory into his head later if he asks nicely. He props his chin on the other ghoul's shoulder. “How're you feelin’?”

A vague gurgling sound is the answer he gets, and Ifrit takes that as a good sign. He lets the silence blanket them once more, until Aether brings the hand on his stomach to his lips. He kisses Ifrit's knuckles one by one, lacing their fingers together and sighing happily.

“I'm so glad it worked,” he mumbles, a certain sleepy giddiness in his voice. Ifrit raises a eyebrow where he can't see it.

“Huh? What worked?”

“Omega's heat trick,” Aether replies, tracing a vein in Ifrit's hand with his thumb. “I didn't think it would.”

Ifrit frowns at the back of his head, but doesn't move more than that. His knot will take ages to go down, and dislodging it now would suck for both of them.

“Trick?” Aether nods. “What trick?”

The quiet laugh the other ghoul lets out does funny things to Ifrit's insides. Like a chill, but in his blood.

“You think it was your idea to breed me?”

Aether squeezes his hand, and all of a sudden the image that had haunted him since the shower flashes through his mind; Aether on his back, legs held up and open, his wrecked hole leaking and belly already swollen as he begs for another litter.

It's gone in a blink, and Ifrit gawps at the back of his head. Aether yawns, holding Ifrit's hand against his belly again and giving his knot a squeeze that makes Ifrit yip. He can feel some of his cum slip out around it, and the thought of Aether being so full he's overflowing makes his head spin. He grips tighter around Aether's soft middle, and if he didn't know better Ifrit would swear he's gotten a little bigger.

“How…what…”

“Sometimes a goodnight kiss isn't just a goodnight kiss.”

Aether says it in a playful tone, and Ifrit isn't mentally present enough to do more than stare at him. The gears in his head chug along, and the memory of soft lips pressed to his temple the night before floats through his mind. It had come with a faint tingly sensation, one that he'd written off as something like static.

That same tingly feeling flows into his palm now, creeping up his arm to wrap around his brainstem, and Ifrit as feels his eyelids droop Aether laughs.

“Now let me rest,” he mumbles, hunkering down into his pillow. “I've got pups to grow.”

Ifrit's out like a light before he can respond, but even in sleep his cock pulses.

#miasma's work #the band ghost fic #ifrit ghoul #aether ghoul #ifrit/aether #ifrit x aether #transmasc aether #cw breeding

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xeneric-shrooms · 10 months ago

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Like would it kill them to have THIS. or at least have dual-fans so it DOESN'T OVERLAP WITH THE PRE-EXISTING SPINES.

#i'm sorry but this is just so stupid #FANS HAVE SHARP SPINES BECAUSE OF BANESCALES. It works on Gaos Abbies and Undies because THEY DON'T HAVE PRE-EXISTING SPINES.#fans on aethers would be amazing but the execution is bad man...#just-- don't add genes to breeds if you refuse to actually work the gene around the breed design #flight rising #xen.speaks.fr

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secondtolastfr · 7 months ago

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actually no i have opinions about everlux

when dusthides dropped so many people said "it could have been a modern, it's not breaking the mold enough" and when fathoms dropped people compared it to nearly every other breed we have (mostly skydancers, pearlcatchers, guardians). but now we finally have an ancient that 1) most definitely could not wear apparel and 2) looks entirely unlike any other breed we have it's suddenly too much??

"how can it move? it doesn't make sense!" while i can get the argument of proportions to a degree i don't think we can apply actual biology to a fictional creature, especially a bug dragon that is neither mammalian, reptilian, insectoid, or in any way real. also we should be used to weird/unrealistic dragon proportions by now, given fae neck, tundra arm/foot, and aberrations in general.

"why is it fat?" why the fuck not?? i cannot emphasize enough that dragons aren't real and i don't get why we're fine with a million skinny tube-bodied breeds but we draw the line at one more fat breed because "no healthy animal looks like that irl!" the rhetoric used around the fatness is fucking vile. i've seen them described as bloated, diseased, pregnant (???), grotesque, and a lot worse. it reeks of fatphobia and i would think for a playerbase like ours we'd do better.

"we have too many bug dragons!" when veils dropped people said they weren't buggy enough so staff made aethers, and when aethers dropped people said they weren't buggy enough, and now we have a dragon that is Undeniably A Bug people suddenly don't want an actual bug dragon??

"bugs are disgusting!" ...that's probably the one argument i can't go up against. if you don't like bugs, if you have a bug phobia (idk what it's called), that's fine. but not everything on this site is for you. and that's okay! the best part about this site is that if you don't like a breed, you don't have to have it. i'm sure they'll release something you'll enjoy eventually, but at least let the bug lovers have this one.

"they don't look elegant enough to be a light breed!" who the fuck said light is an elegant flight?? pearlcatchers are stuck-up cowardly gossips who eat their shells, vomit up pearls, and then annually vomit up more Pearl Juice to make their pearl bigger. imps have to be buried properly or their dead bodies will melt into an undead monstrosity. the lightweaver calls the imps a literal mistake, pearlcatchers and imps fucking hate each other, and to top it all off there's a fucking zombie dragon destroying the area. what about any of that says elegance to you people. any elegance associated with the light flight comes from the users, not staff.

also i've seen so many people say "i want an eldritch horror breed!" or "i want something biblically accurate!" okay. riddle me this batman: how the hell would they pull that off. it has to look in some way draconic or like some kind of actual creature (not an irl creature ofc), so it can't just be a disembodied Thing With Eyes. we already have a many-winged breed (auras); tentacles and extra wings are already terts we have access too, and multigaze and other eye types already give us the eye horror. what the hell would staff be able to give us that 1) doesn't break their own ToS 2) doesn't draw too heavily from religious iconography and 3) still looks like a dragon that all flights can use.

#flight rising #i haven't been actually excited about a dragon breed since aethers released #and i normally don't care what other people think of new releases #but the response against everluxes has been really gross and bad for so many reasons #mostly for the crime of being a light breed

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