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littlemourningstarr · 5 days ago

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The Sovereign's Gift

Gale stumbles upon the myconid one evening, in the midst of what seems like some sort of ritual. Being the curious man he is, he has to take a closer look.

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Pairing: Trans Gale x Spaw x Myconids

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Tags: Trans Gale, teratophilia, breeding kink, gangbang, vaginal sex, oral sex, cum play, sex pollen, aphrodisiacs, praise kink

Gale stepped around some sort of plant pulsing a pleasing purple light. He was shamed to admit that his knowledge of the Underdark was limited- and its flora even more so. He had been able to recognize a few more common plants, but that was it. He didn't care to be lacking in knowledge.

The myconid colony was quiet, compared to the bustle that had been teeming through it earlier. The mushroom trader and her newly returned husband were nowhere in sight, and Gale assumed their new Society of Brilliance friends had turned in to sleep- or, whatever it was that Mindflayers did.

He paused around a large entanglement of vines and mushrooms, the air feeling warmer, smelling faintly sweet. He could see spores delicately flitting about that air. As they landed on his skin he felt a tingling warmth spread where they touched.

In the distance a number of the myconid had gathered. Intrigued, Gale approached, aware that the air grew warmer, smelled sweeter the closer he got. He reached up towards the neckline of his velvet shirt, pulling it slightly off his collarbone, aware that a line of sweat was beginning to trickle down his back. He ignored it, pausing a few paces from the myconids, wondering if they were planting spores into another corpse, as he had witnessed earlier. The entire party had been relatively grossened by that- but he had to admit, it had been interesting. Noteworthy.

His thoughts cut off when he heard a familiar voice, inside his mind. Flesh-talker.

The sovereign, Spaw, had turned its large, fungal head and was staring at Gale. Gale offered a cheesy smile and a little wave, unsure what else to do with himself. “Uhm, hello. Apology, am I interrupting?” As he asked, he reached up, brushed his hair back. He could feel sweat tickling his scalp, beneath his hair. Gods, it was bloody well warm, wasn’t it?

Spaw inclined its large head, and Gale noted that some of the tendril-like tendons of its body seemed to be pulsing in the light. The other myconid with it were glowing in the same manner, different colors that seemed to culminate in what appeared to be a large slit, at their pelvic areas.

Gale felt a shiver run through his spine, the kind he had tried to forget while he housed the orb. Arousal. Confused, mildly alarmed- and borderline embarrassed, Gale tried not to focus on it- took a deep, slow breath.

His mouth tasted sugared as the spores danced along his tongue. Instead of calming, he felt a wave of heat radiate from his lungs, out his limbs, making his fingers and toes tingle. His belly went a bit tight, and he could feel a dampness, between his folds, the skin under his shirt feeling overstimulated by his clothing.

He must have been flushed, must have looked confused, perhaps alarmed, because Spaw reached out a large hand, and two of the myconids moved towards Gale, flanking him, making him feel so small. When one reached out, touched his back with bulbous like fingers, he jerked away, his heart hammering up into his throat. He could feel the orb pulsing in his chest, the chill of its tendrils racing up his neck.

“You are safe, flesh-talker.” Spaw raised both hands, the spores seeming to float towards it, coat its fingers, its multitude of strange bumps and wiry muscle like tendons along its body.

“Not as safe as you think,” Gale muttered to himself, reaching up to rub his jaw. It was still second nature to respond to the myconid verbally, even when their voices rang within his skull. Another pang of arousal washed over him, a startled moan escaping his mouth. He moved his hand from his jaw to cover his lips, flushing deeper, eyes going wide.

The sound didn’t seem to alarm or shock Spaw. “Yes. You react as many flesh-beings do.” Gale felt weak in the knees, his underwear sticking uncomfortably between his thighs, his cunt soaked. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this wet.

“React to-ah.” Gale watched the spores in the lovely Underdark light, thoughts racing through his head. They could be acting as an aphrodisiac- it would explain the tingling in his skin, the feverishness- and of course, the pang of desire in his gut. There were plenty of plants that had aphrodisiac qualities to them-

He shuddered, realized that one of the myconids was still touching his back, knobby fingers tracing along his spine, encouraging his shirt to stick to his skin. He wanted to push back into it, wanted so badly to feel. But he couldn’t, too much excitement-

“Your mind is a maze. Do you not enjoy this?” Spaw was still watching him, its voice inside Gale’s head making him feel almost drowsy, silenting the tadpole. The little worm was oddly still, currently.

The problem was that Gale did enjoy it- he had spent so long pushing off arousal, afraid to even take care of it himself, that it felt so achingly good to be awash in it. But enjoying it meant an elevated heart rate, and he feared that he was already wound too tight, considering the amount of combat he had seen, lately.

He focused on the orb, his fears, and after a moment heard Spaw give a knowing sigh inside his mind.

“You care for your circle and do not wish to endanger them. Come, flesh-talker, and feel. You will remain calm.”

Spaw offered him a hand, and Gale studied it for a moment, before taking it. The large myconid pulled him forward a few steps, so the rest of the myconid could circle around him. He was guided down to the ground, laid out on various flowers that felt so soft, wherever they brushed skin. It was as if the bloom bed had been waiting for him- or someone, at least.

One of the myconid pushed at Gale’s shirt, up his belly, the skin taut over their strange bodily shapes very smooth, as it rubbed up along the line of hair to his navel. Gale lifted his hips slightly, body begging for that touch elsewhere. As he moved, the myconid made a noise, something like a humming groan, inside Gale’s head.

They were all reaching into his mind, a song like a lullaby soaking into his synapses. He noted his heart wasn’t racing, despite the desperate arousal. He felt almost dreamlike.

He turned his head to study the myconid touching him. The slit he had noted at its pelvis looked almost swollen, slick. As he stared something stirred within it, before the slit opened, allowing a bulbous, phallic-like length to emerge. It was textured like their bodies, overly slick from emerging, already dripping with arousal.

Gods above and below they had cocks. Was this recorded anywhere? Was Gale making new discoveries about the myconid?

“You will remain safe in our care, little one.” The way Spaw seemed to purr little one in his mind had Gale spreading his legs, wishing someone would just strip him already. “You will be pleased.”

Gale gave a singular, little nod- all the myconid needed to know their guest was indeed choosing to stay. They all descended upon him, except Spaw, who remained watchining- hand like appendages going for his boots, his pants, all of his clothing. They got his shirt off first, and the moment Gale felt the spores landing on his skin, he felt like fire. Everywhere they touched was like a sweet kiss, the drag of a tongue- making him feel far more than he ever had.

The myconid who had first touched him splayed its hand on his chest, covering nipple, pec, and the scar beneath. Gale’s nipples were already hard- he could feel them in ways he hadn’t in years, since he had gone under the knife. And gods did he want them touched. He dug his shoulders into the ground, pushing his chest up, and the myconid squeezed, shifting closer. Its cock continued to drip, leaking heavy drops of precum onto the petals.

Gale pushed himself up with one hand, balanced on it as he reached out, grasped the creature’s cock firmly. He could just get his hand around it, and dully, somewhere in his skull, he wondered how his cunt would take it.

There was no question of if, simply how.

He stroked, and the myconid grunted in his mind. Around him, the other myconids were allowing their cocks to show- all different shapes, sizes- and all of them making Gale’s mouth water, his now exposed cunt drip.

He leaned in, dared to drag his tongue up over the myconid’s cock, gather up the precum and swallow it. It was thick, very slick, had an earthy taste, herbal like. He almost laughed when his first thought was tea.

He managed to get the head into his mouth, but before he could stop the creature it thrust forward, burying half its cock over his tongue. He whimpered, his jaw burning with the stretch- but gods, the ache was quickly replaced by a humming pleasant feeling, as he swallowed more of its precum. It seemed to have a similar effect as the spores he was breathing in.

Another myconid was pushing at his thighs. Gale spread them wider, bared his cunt fully for the creatures, as its thick fingers rubbed over his lips, along the brown curls at his groin. It teased his enlarged, heavy clit, and Gale saw starbursts, breath coming in quick pants through his nose. Somewhere in his head, he heard good, good and had no idea which myconid it was coming from.

He bobbed his head, sucking eagerly at the myconid’s cock, as one continued to stroke his clit, seeming fascinated by how it went hard under its touch. Gale’s hand stroked along the bit of the myconid’s shaft he couldn’t fit into his mouth, and it bent over him, gathered up his hair in its hand tenderly, as its hips began to rock, meeting his head’s movements. He could feel the cock pulsing against his tongue, twitching, thought the creature must be close-

The thought had barely finished when there was a deep, ground shuddering groan inside Gale’s head, and his mouth was flooded with cum. He tried to swallow, but there was far too much. It spilled out between his lips and the cock, dribbled down his chin, as he pulled off, gasping for breath. He felt dizzy over the still earthy taste, more herbal now, and watched as more dripped from the tip of the creature’s cock.

It was a translucent green-blue, similar to many patches of their skin. Without thought he opened his mouth, let it drip onto his tongue, finding he felt starved for it. His mind was beginning to shut out all thought except for the desire to be filled, mouth to cunt, with their cum. To have them breed every hole he had to offer.

One of the myconids pushed a finger into his cunt, and Gale gave a shout, trembling as an orgasm came from the bottomless depths of his belly, completely out of nowhere, and rocked him to his core. His cunt pulsed around the myconid’s finger, trying to milk it as he gushed over its hand, onto the flowers beneath him.

He fell back properly, as the myconid pulled the finger from his cunt. Another myconid appeared at his side, cock offered as it settled onto its knees, seeming to melt into the ground around it, as if it could take root there. Gale reached for the offered cock, stroking it, eyes wide as he stared, studied the new shapes of tendons and bulges, the first myconid’s cum still wet in his beard, on his lips.

A myconid settled between Gale’s legs, dragged its cock along his sopping cunt. He ground against it, as the head rubbed along his aching clit, sending sparks up to his mind that nearly had him coming again. Gods, he wasn’t just pent up- the spores, the myconid cum, were making orgasm seemingly only a thought away. And yet despite the excitement, the orb remained calm, in Gale’s chest- lulled by the song still echoing in his head, by the fact that his heart wasn’t racing.

The myconid pushed into his cunt, speared Gale wide open on its thick cock. He shouted, cursed as he dug his shoulders into the ground, back bowing. The stretch was divine, every nerve inside him screaming to life. The creature fucked into Gale’s waiting body eagerly, hips snapping into him as Gale’s pussy dripped around it. He turned his head to the cock he was stroking, managed to lift himself enough to offer his mouth, aware that if something didn’t silence the groans and pathetic little whines he was making, he’d wake all of the colony, the camp.

He didn’t need to be seen like this.

Gale swallowed the myconid cock eagerly, bobbing his head as his other hand reached out blindly- found another cock waiting. He grasped it, stroked, as the myconid at his mouth began to fuck him with abandon. Gods, Gale couldn’t breathe, was dizzy, head spinning, and it was so, so good. So good to be used, to let thought vanish, to simply exist to let these creatures find relief, to be given pleasure…

The creature at his cunt bowed over Gale, grasped his soft waist and began pulling him down to meet each thrust. As it did the myconid at his mouth freed itself from his lips and tongue, let Gale stroke it to completion, its cum raining down in thick ropes along Gale’s chest and collarbone. Gale arched, bared his scarred chest, his rosy nipples, as the translucent liquid splashed along him, soaked his chest hair, dripped down his ribs.

Without hesitation he turned his head, took the myconid he was still stroking into his mouth. With his now free hand he reached down, rubbed the cum into his nipples, felt them aching so desperately under his fingers- hard, puffy, red as if they had been bitten.

He bucked his hips, cunt constricting tightly around the myconid inside him. As he did the creature gripped him tightly- so tightly he could bruise at his waist, as it bucked rapidly. Gale could feel it spilling inside him, painting his insides the colors of the Underdark. The cum gushed out his cunt, around the creature’s cock, making his skin buzz everywhere it touched.

When it pulled from his body, more leaked out of him. Gale pulled his mouth off the cock he had been sucking, gasping for breath- before the myconid eased away, cock dripping precum as they all gave Gale space.

It only took a moment for him to realize why.

Spaw had stepped closer, its cock jutting proudly from its body, bigger than the others. Gale stared with blown eyes, his mind screaming breed breed breed and nothing else, his body aching to be used again. He spread his legs so eagerly, reached down and rubbed at his aching clit, spread his lips so Spaw could see the way cum still leaked from his used pussy.

The song in his head was pleased, pleased with him. It sent happy little chills, down his spine. He was good, so good, he could be perfect, he could be used, he could be theirs, theirs, theirs. Their little flesh toy, a hole to fill and breed and grow.

Spaw bent over Gale, its cock nudging at his cunt. Gale bit his lip, as the head pushed into him, felt his eyelids flutter as Spaw inched into him, slowly, stretching him beyond anything in his life.

Once Spaw was settled fully inside him, the myconid gathered Gale up, lifted him as it straightened, held him as if Gale weighed as much as a pixie. The wizard squirmed, but ultimately relaxed, let Spaw lift him up and down his cock, as if he was nothing but a sleeve.

Gale tossed his head, felt other myconid hands on him, helping to support him as Spaw used him so thoroughly. He was free to reach down, rub at his clit, fingers sliding with such ease as myconid cum and his own arousal dripped down his thighs. He was so close, his insides pushed to their limits, that sweet spot throbbing as Spaw never seemed to stop touching it with its large cock. He arched, sucked in a breath- and then gave a wordless cry, shaking as his toes curled, his second orgasming stealing the breath, the very life from him.

He heard it in his head, good little flesh-womb, in Spaw’s voice, the rest of the myconid echoing good throughout his head as well. Yes, yes he could be good, he could take whatever they gave, his womb could play host to whatever little prodigies they needed- so long as they kept fucking him, kept filling him to overflowing.

One of the myconid was stroking his back, as another reached down, began rubbing his clit. Gale grasped at its arm, meaning to push it away, the stimulation so much, too much- but then he pulled it closer, body craving another orgasm as if two hadn’t been enough.

Again, Spaw breathed to him, through the song. He could feel the myconid’s cock so deep inside him, pulsing with Gale’s own heartbeat- which was still so oddly calm- yet Spaw didn’t seem eager to come yet. It seemed to be fully enjoying Gale’s pleasure.

Gale trembled, whimpered as words seemed to form and die unspoken on his tongue. His mind could barely think of anything beyond feeling. He turned his head, was so thankful that another cock waited for him, that he could wrap his mouth around it to stifle the pathetic noises.

He came as it shoved damn near his throat, Spaw still rocking into him. His cunt drew Spaw in, wanted to welcome him and whatever gift his body would give- and this time the sovereign obeyed. Gale pulled off the cock in his mouth, broken breaths and whines leaving him as he felt Spaw emptying deep inside him. He felt so full, swore his belly was going to swell with how much cum his body had so graciously accepted.

Spaw eased Gale back onto the ground, petting at his hair, his cheeks. Gale’s skin had gone ruddy with his flush, eyes black holes, mouth swollen and rosy. He was vaguely aware that he had to be quite the sight.

“You did so well, little one,” Spaw spoke, into his mind. Gale swallowed, his fires still stoked- and realized he didn’t want them to be done. Instead of speaking this, he squirmed, rolled onto his belly and dug his knees into the ground, lifting his hips and baring his swollen pussy and his ass for the myconids.

“More,” he managed, wriggling his hips, feeling Spaw’s cum dribbling down his thighs. “Please, I’m going insane, I need- want- please.”

The words felt sluggish, felt foreign. Spaw moved aside, and the myconid Gale had been sucking moments ago was behind him, thrusting into him quickly. Gale tossed his head back, a pleased ah, yes, leaving him. He pushed back roughly, as the first myconid that had touched him presented its cock to him again, eager for his mouth a second time.

Gale let them both fuck him, let himself feel senseless as he drooled around the cock in his mouth, as his body began to feel the beginnings of another orgasm building. He wasn’t even touching his clit- that was almost unheard of for him, but it seemed that any touch to his body would be enough.

Both myconids came at nearly the same instant, cum dripping from Gale’s lips, down his throat, as it pulsed from his cunt, the myconid at his pussy pulling out so that it would all coat his thighs, leaving them slick, sopping wet.

The myconid at his mouth pulled out, and Gale sucked in a breath, only to feel familiar hands on his spine, a familiar large cockhead at his hole. Spaw, back- ready to take him again.

Gale pushed himself back before the sovereign could spear him, sliding over his cock and letting his mouth fall open. “Hnn, fu-ck. Ah- hard-ha, harder!”

Spaw jerked him back, upsetting the rhythm Gale was trying to set, and moved in brutal thrusts. Gale screamed, throat feeling raw, eyes rolling back behind his eyelids, as the orgasm that had been building tore through his consciousness. He grasped at the flowers and dirt beneath him, swore he could hear Spaw panting in his mind, breaths and grunts and groans worming their way into his brain like skilled fingers.

Spaw bent over him, a hand sliding underneath Gale, cradling his soft belly, like he was something precious. It made Gale sob, tears running down his cheeks, as he tried to meet each thrust. He wanted to be good, to be perfect, to be everything, everything, everything-

Spaw came a second time, inside him- and then pulled out, his cock continuing to pulse cum along the small of Gale’s back, the curves of his ass. It mingled with sweat, left Gale feeling filthy and so fucking divine.

He collapsed forward, cheek pressed into the flowers beneath him. He was exhausted, panting- but his heart still so calm. The orb felt as if it slumbered, in his chest, as his entire body tingled. He began to separate, from himself- the fatigue too much to bear, as the myconid gathered him up, cradled him and stroked his hair, mused about him as if he was their new god.

Gale let his eyes fall shut, not hiding the way he smiled, at being the center of affection. His body could ache in countless ways when he was finally away from the spores, he was sure. But he didn’t care. He almost welcomed it- if only so he could be sure he hadn’t dreamt this up in a sexual fever, alone in his tent, squirming around his bedroll and so desperately alone.

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