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[kabr0ztrousers]

A small satyr gets lost in the woods away from his family and gets found by an orc or a minotaur and they decide to have their way w the lil satyr

Kabr0z Writes Episode 95: Satyr

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CW: size difference; fellatio; cunnilingus; cervical penetration; CNC; excessive cum; consensual, but don't tell him that

A/N: Another in the third person, because let's face it, who doesn't love a cute satyr girl? It'd be a crime to not linger describing her.

As always, if you have any requests please send an ask to add them to the list! I want to do over 360 episodes before the year's end!

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Agda's head hurt. She lay where she had fallen last night, the charred remains of the bonfire on her left, the forest on her right across a swath of trampled turf. She sat up, a wave of hangover-induced nausea coming over her. Nobody was around. Not unusual, the last to wake after a revel was responsible for finding the site for the next one, and nobody liked responsibility like that.

Ugh. Responsibility. Agda's face soured at the word. She stood up and brushed herself off. Hands running over a toned body; small tits and a flat belly transitioning to brown-furred goat legs ending in cloven hooves. Her russet hair hung in a thick plait down her back, dark eyes sparked with energy as a carefree smile once again asserted itself on her face. Find a clearing she hadn't been to in a while, build a bonfire and wait for people to bring her booze. As responsibilities went, it's not terrible.

So she set off, mid-morning sunlight filtering through the trees, making her skin shine like bronze where it caressed her. The forest was teeming with life. Birds flitted from branch to branch, squirrels darted around her cloven hooves. May was always her favourite month, and for good reason. Finding a clearing is the easy part. The woods were never so dense that one couldn't be found for someone searching. Getting enough wood together is a little tougher. If your clearing was used too recently, there's not enough wind-fallen wood or available bramble to scrape together a campfire, let alone the kind of bonfire to call the satyrs to revel. Sure, you could cut branches from trees and get wood that way but it's smoky and unpleasant, and who the hell wants to be lugging a felling axe with them all the time?

No. A couple of miles' walk, to a brand new site. That's what was needed.

Agda hadn't gone three hundred yards when she saw something that made her pause. A hulking mass of fur and sinew. Not a satyr. A minotaur. Agda's grin grew wider. Looks like she could get into a little more mischief than she'd planned.

The brute hadn't noticed her yet. Even from as far away as she was, Agda could see he dwarfed her. She doubted she'd be level with his pecs if they stood side by side. Of course, that only made this more fun. She cast her eyes about. Yes, that's precisely what she's looking for.

*Snap*

Her hoof hit the stick perfectly. She pretended not to notice as the minotaur wheeled around. He sorted when he saw her, bent over, pretending to pick up sticks. He ran to her. Agda started running too darting left and right, making it believable, while being sure not to lose the beast following her. She feigned tripping, landing with her ass 'conveniently' in the air, pointed at the minotaur as he slowed down.

He grabbed her by the hips and hauled her up. One hand holding her while the other prised apart her spreading legs. Agda bit her lip as the minotaur sniffed her cunt, his nose taking in her musk and sweet sweat. He opened his mouth, letting his long, rough tongue roll over Agda's cunt as he held her upside-down. She almost came there and then. As soon as he started licking her, he went straight for her clit. The tongue slid over her most sensitive parts before the tip plunged into her pussy, rubbing at her insides with the same animalistic vigor.

The beast was getting hard, his cock rising, gaining in length and girth with every throb. Agda twisted her body, trying to find the flared tip of his cock with her mouth, while not giving away to the minotaur how much this wasn't his idea. The cock swung up, slapping her wetly in the face a couple of times, hot precum soaking her hair as slick spittle matted her lower half.

At last, she caught it. The tip almost filled her mouth on its own, but she still allowed him to grab the back of her head and force her down onto it. Inch by inch, the minotaur stretched Agda's throat with his cock. Even as she started to roll on to her first orgasm of the day, clenching and bucking into his mouth, his hand stayed on the back of her head, using the long braid of hair as a handle to control her.

His cock pulled out with an audible pop, twice as thick as it was when it went in, and twice as long to boot. The flare pulsed with readiness, eager to be pounded into the goat-girl's eager fuckhole. The minotaur turned her around, pointing her face away from him. One hand supported her belly, the other was still wrapped in her hair, using it as a leash. The flare was almost wide enough to sit on, almost comically thick compared to the tiny satyr trying to spread herself open to take it. Somehow, either through the minotaur pushing down, Agda opening herself up, or the copious amounts of fluid helping it along, the tip popped in. Agda moaned, her legs hanging limp as the minotaur drove himself deep into her. Her hands drew to her clit, trying her best to rub at herself around the hand using her body to stroke a cock the length of her arm.

Over and over the minotaur hit her cervix, every time she'd let out a noise, half of pain from her most sensitive part being ignobly slammed into, half of pleasure, wanting him to hit harder and go deeper. The minotaur growled, a deep rumbling as he tried to force Agda even further down his cock.

He pushed harder with every stroke, forcing himself into her. Agda screamed out in agonised delight as he pushed through, forcing his way through her cervix and into her tender, fertile womb. The minotaur pressed harder, hilting himself in her before adjusting his grip.

His hands were on her hips now. Agda's fingers ran furiously over her clit as she careened towards her next release, then the next, then the next. The minotaur didn't care about the sobbing, moaning satyr impaled on him. He was too focused on using her soft, firm, tender body to fuck himself with to notice her asking him not to stop, to give her more. His thrusts got harder, slower, pushing her down hard and holding her there a little longer each time as his balls tightened up against him.

He came in rivers. The force of the first spurting jet would've made Agda gasp, were she not already a gasping, sobbing wreck. The next was a little weaker, but still dumped a litre of minotaur seed directly into her womb. Over and over, the inside of her body was flooded with hot cum from her would-be rapist. Again and again the minotaur pulled her down a little harder on his thick flare.

Then he pulled out. Lifting Agda like she weighed nothing, watching as his cum flowed out of her and pooled on the floor before dropping the drooling, twitching satyr at his feet. He walked on, cum still dripping in thick ropes from his retracting cock.

Agda rolled onto her back, smiling as she scooped up a handful of fresh cum from her cunt, tasting the salty bitter slime. Minotaurs are her favourite toys

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Got a little carried away with this one, but the idea of the cute satyr tricking the brutish minotaur into having his way with her was too good to resist. Not sure why she needed him to think it was his idea, but it was fun to add that detail

[chussyracing]

enough objectifying the drivers we need to step up and start objectifying the cars again

[lazaruspiss]

huh. hm. venturing into the world of kinks i dont have (yet) out of curiosity. realizing that theres a kink for like, being sick in a cutesy cartooney way. like "ooo look how red they are and theyre sneezing >u<" yknow. they dont even have snot half the time. like even when im not puke level sick its still gross as shit to be sick. do people just get the sniffles and call that sick. you dont even get out of work at most places for that. if theres not bodily fluids involved then how do u even count it as sick. tldr: i cant understand the "sneezey sick" kind of kink. vomit i can understand tho. yeah sure bodily fluids that tracks

[girltakovic]

only good thing cvs ever did for anybody was start selling bandaids with honey in them. best burn treatment ive used

[hylianengineer]

I'm really mad about how my university is handling the heat wave - or rather, not handling it. They haven't sent out any notices or warnings. They haven't told people what safety precautions they should be taking. They are flat-out refusing to acknowledge this as a public safety risk.

EXTREME HEAT IS A SAFETY RISK! Heat related illness can KILL PEOPLE!

But we're not gonna talk about that. We'll complain about the weather like we always do and then we'll move on with our lives.

[trickstarbrave]

It really sucks when I’m talking abt a medical experience and someone said that it sounded awful and like doctors weren’t helping b4 I then explain acrually it was the only time every doctor and nurse I saw was super helpful and nice, that I just went from okay-ish to literally being hospitalized within a very short timespan. They were taking it seriously and believed me and ordered tests and everything. They did tests at first to make sure I wasn’t dying and when they found only a few abnormalities I was referred to a specialist. And then while waiting for my appointment I was hospitalized :’D

And this sucks bc this shouldn’t be weird. It shouldn’t be a shockingly rare situation where I was suffering, in agony, and potentially having serious health problems that could hurt me long term or kill me that I was treated with compassion and given prompt treatment and help from ppl who looking out for my well-being. The worst I got was a couple of nurses bring very mildly annoyed but everyone has off days at work, they still made sure I got what I needed right away and reassured me I’d be okay

[itsadragonaesthetic]

I kind of thought that having a tattoo would kind of be weird with my neurotic and paranoid brain in that it would subconsciously freak me out to have something foreign permanently imbedded into my skin but every time I look at it it feels good. It feels like it was always supposed to be there. I really wasn't anticipating that.

[drakonovisny]

i can't hear shit :')

[k20spock]

HOLE IN YOUR BONE? **AGAIN?????**

yeah you know. the bone hole that shows up every few years. happens to everyone

[hopkinrx]

Serous Fluid: The Watery Elixir of Life

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[basementstalker]

Today's the first day without a certain medicine I need. I accidentally ran out of it 😅 I'll have to contact the doctor for more, but in the meantime we'll see how things go. It's for my head not my mental health, so no breakdowns are in store yay. So far everything feels fine and I've been drinking plenty of water, so I think I'll be fine.

[kabr0ztrousers]

Loved the portal pussy. Could we maybe do one with a tentacle type? Maybe grocery shopping or she falls asleep and forgets it's on or something. Whatever you want. Thank you!!!!

Kabr0z Writes episode 86: Shopping Trip

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: portal sex; public sex; freeuse; exhibitionism; excessive cum; cumulation; tentacles; cervical penetration

A/N: This story references a previous one, Episode 53: Hornyposting - it's not required reading, but it's one I really enjoyed writing, and I think you'll enjoy reading

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Another fruitful day of scrolling your favourite forums. You'd had such success last time, even if it did get you thrown out of a chain coffee shop. This time you'd found something very interesting indeed: apparently your portal could be tuned between channels, technically it's a bug, but if done just right you can set yourself as a wildcard of sorts. If you tune it just right, you can intercept a session and instead of tuning to the expected recipient, they get you.

At least, that's the theory. All the forums had to go off was a notice from the manufacturer asking people not to try it, and a dozen or so posts from other forum members telling you to do it anyway. It's worth it.

There's no way of knowing when someone would tune in, that's part of the thrill. You walked in to the supermarket, pushing a trolley ahead if you when you hit the button. Normally nothing would happen until someone else connected, this time it felt strange, like a warm fizzing static humming against your folds. It wasn't unpleasant, quite the opposite, but it definitely wasn't the usual experience.

You were turning onto the tins aisle when something started happening. The buzzing intensified for a moment, the sudden increase in sensation making you gasp a little. Something wet parted your lips, tracing a cold line towards your clit, rising back out before it reached your button. You shuddered, anticipation rising in you. Did this person know you're not who they meant to get? Were they tuned between channels like you, looking to see what they'd get?

The tip came back, accompanied by another now. You dropped a can of beans into your trolley, maybe a little harder than you meant to. Nobody seems to have noticed. The tips found your clit, one slipping dexterously under the hood as it explored you. You leant on the trolley, subconsciously pushing your ass out as you pushed it onwards. You'd worn leggings, the tight Spandex pair that left nothing to the imagination, along with the shortest miniskirt you owned. You could feel the spreading wetness starting to leak around your knickers, darkening the fabric around them. It wouldn't be long until you're showing off to the rest of the store.

You hurried up. Grabbing canned goods almost at random before entering the next aisle, frozen. Something was testing you, circling the entrance to your cunt, gently probing into you every now and then, just a little, but getting bolder as it went. Whoever this is, they knew how to get you going. Light touches on your lips, long drawn-out licks of your clit, and the incessant probing-flicking teasing of your hole.

You couldn't help it. A hand shot to your mouth. The wetness spread further as you clenched your other hand around the trolley handle. You tried to make it look like a yawn, but the half-crossing of your legs and the blissful expression on your face weren't helping. A couple of people looked at you with sideways glances. You reddened, they had to know, right?

Either way, you hurried on. The motion rubbing the tapering ends between the folds of your nethers, coating them even more with your moisture. This only emboldened the one in your entrance, letting it push in a few inches, then a few more, a few more. Before you'd left the aisle you were full, the appendage wriggling within your cunt. It was so long, and thin enough to almost coil in your pussy. That didn't mean it was going easy on you. It squirmed around, the whole length of it moving so powerfully against every part of you. It's getting hard to hide. Every sliding motion of the tentacle inside you made you blush, your breath catching and pulse quickening as you reached a second peak. The tendril rubbed your g-spot, right as one on the outside of you circled your clit just right. The wave that hit you bowled you off your feet. You dropped to your knees, wetness visibly staining the hot pink leggings, threatening to drip in lewd-smelling strands onto the floor were your hand not clasped over it as you gasped and whined.

Your quivering form could barely stay balanced, planting your feet, holding your legs open to lean on them. There's no way people didn't see. No way they couldn't smell it. The growing dark patch on your panties showed off what you were doing. The first tentacle was joined by another, then another. Whatever it was looking for, it was getting impatient to find. Three? Four tentacles writhed inside you, spiralling against each other, sliding past them. Each movement brought fresh whines from you.

Someone approached, asking if you were alright. You couldn't look at him, let alone drink. Your glazed vision was blurring from the force of your cunt twitching and squeezing. Your ears rang with a tinnitus screech as your heart raced. You could see more people approaching, standing around you as you twitched and wriggled on the tile floor.

The tentacles found their mark. A thinner tendril slipped through the mass of slick flesh working at your walls. You gasped as it pressed against the pinhole entrance to your cervix, the gasp turning to a moan as it oozed a hot liquid intk your womb, relaxing the muscular neck just enough to slip in.

The thin tendril pumped fluids into you, thin at first, then thinking to a viscous gel. You could feel it filling you as the tip of the tendril expanded, becoming a sort of reverse-catheter, stopping you up so it could force the thick, sticky fluid into you. The skin of your belly stretched, you looked bloated, then pregnant. Still it pumped into you, until the seal wasn't enough to hold the sheer volume back, cum squirting back out, oozing past the plug of tentacles, lubricating their still writhing masses before oozing out all over your legs. The hot, musky smell of fresh cum radiated from the floor where you sat. Disgusted noises emanated from the surrounding crowd as the stinking seed collected in a growing puddle beneath you.

At last the tendril finished. The end popping off to stick in your womb, plugging the entrance. You stayed a moment, feeling the tentacles slip out of you one by one, rubbing deliciously against your insides as they vacated your swollen, red pussy.

The last one slipped around your cunt, like a lover spreading their seed over your entrance, marking you as their own.

The panties cut off with a soft click. You stayed a few more moments, lying in the middle of s crowd of people too disgusted to look, but too intrigued to look away. A minute passed before you were strong enough to peel yourself off the floor, legs sticking together with a film of still fluid, still very thick cum.

You hobbled out of the store, trolley abandoned, looking like you've been carrying triplets for last 6 months. Slowly, carefully, you picked your way home, opening the forum on your phone as you walked.

"10/10, would exploit bugs again"

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Damn, I hate daylight savings time. It's now 2:33 am!

If you have anything you want to see, more portals or otherwise, drop an ask and I'll see what I can do!

[amused-shiba]

mannnn I have so much beef with my skin 😑 oily and prone to sweating and it always makes me feel like I have bad hygiene when that is not the case :/

[imanflexington]

Not to sound like a douche, but if you want to dehydrate, you should carry substances that cause you to sweat, throw up, pee, or diarrhea.

taking a bottle of water everywhere with me so i can hydrate, and a bag of sand in case i hydrate too much

[iliketomatosauce]

🙏😭Hello, I'm Ahlam, I'm from Gaza, I'm completely sick, I'm in a very difficult situation. My hand was destroyed by dialysis and I am unable to wash because of the inflammation in my hand and they opened a hole in my neck so that they could wash for me, but unfortunately it didn't work and now I urgently need a hand operation, I can't wash again and I need a wheelchair to be able to move, I can't walk, my situation is very difficult. I hope you donate to me $200, I can't afford the cost of the operation, which is $2,300

https://gofund.me/61f1dd1f

My campaing Vetted by /@gazavetters

@90-ghost

@gaza-evacuation-funds

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[queenboimler]

ohmygod it was made out of BOOGERS?!?

im literally going to be sick, i'd never travel with the doctor again after that