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vexy-sins · 6 years ago

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Kinktober 2018: Day Seventeen

Pairing: SF!Sans x SF!Papyrus (Swapfellcest)

Featured Kinks: Masturbation, Seduction, Collaring, Orgasm Denial

Additional Warnings: Fontcest/Swapfellcest, Bondage, Sadism/Masochism

The chains holding him rattled as he struggled against them. Thick dark orange leather dug into the bones of his neck. A low buzzing filled the room from the vibrating cock ring he wore. The restraints held firm, but the reward for breaking them drove Mutt to fight.

His Lord reclined, naked, on a chaise lounge mere feet away from him, tapping a riding crop idly on the palm of one hand. He could see his Lord’s violet magic glowing low in his pelvic inlet; he could smell it too, the arousal potent in the still air. Drool escaped around the bit gag between Mutt’s sharpened teeth. He longed to pounce on his Lord, bend him over the arm of the chaise, and fuck him until he fainted.

Blackberry rose to his feet and strode imperiously over to his brother, who he referred to simply as Mutt. He always forced Mutt to kneel during their sessions because he wanted to tower over his much taller brother. Blackberry stood stood just outside of Mutt’s reach, tantalizingly close, but infuriatingly beyond his grasp.

”PATHETIC,” snapped Blackberry, striking Mutt across the face with his crop. Blood trickled from the gold-fanged skeleton’s mouth. He stared at the ground, accepting his Lord’s punishment. “HOW COULD MY OWN BROTHER ALLOW SUCH FLIMSY BINDINGS TO HOLD HIM?” He nudged one of the heavy chain links with his riding crop, making it jangle.

Mutt remained still which only set Blackberry off more. “YOU DON’T DESERVE THAT COLLAR YOU’RE WEARING.” Blackberry reached for the collar- the handtooled leather that match his brother’s magic color, the gold spikes that protected his brother’s vulnerable neck, the tag bearing his insignia- and Mutt recoiled.

“YOU APPEAR TO VALUE MY OWNERSHIP AFTER ALL, MUTT, SO TELL ME,” Black snarled, “WHY THIS-” Blackberry seated himself on the chaise lounge again, spread his legs, and gestured at his dribbling pussy “- ISN’T WORTH BREAKING THOSE CHAINS FOR?”

Mutt chomped at his bit gag. His Lord had placed him in these bindings, now he was expected to free himself from them? He wore his collar, the collar that his brother had placed around his neck personally, to show his loyalty and obedience to his Lord’s orders. If Black gave permission for him to break the chains, then nothing would hold him back from his goal- his Lord’s silky folds and hot, tight cunt.

Mutt lunged, rearing upright and throwing all of his weight, strength, and determination into his forward movement. The chains held for only a few short seconds before they buckled under the strain of Mutt’s charge. With a PING, the links separated, allowing Mutt free range of motion, which he used to rush to his Lord with single-minded focus.

“SIT,” ordered Blackberry in a cool, commanding tone. Mutt instantly dropped into a crouch at his Lord feet. His Lord’s words bound him in a way that no physical material ever could. Blackberry smirked. Nothing aroused him quite like exerting control over a monster who displayed such raw power.

Blackberry loved the way that Mutt stared at him. He loved that Mutt couldn’t tear his eyes away from the slick slowly leaking from his pussy to stain his thighs. His horny brother kept swallowing every time his drool filled his gagged mouth, and Mutt’s dark orange cock twitched and bobbed as thoughts of fucking his brother in every position imaginable played through his mind. Precum gathered at the tip of his cock to drip on the floor, forming a puddle similar to the one that darkened the carpet where he’d been chained up. Mutt didn’t budge though. His Lord’s orders froze him to spot until they were rescinded or Mutt himself dusted.

The dog deserved a reward, so Black ran one finger up and down his slit between his puffy pussy lips until it glistened with his juices. His bones tingled with even that slight stimulation, and he closed his sockets, relaxing into the pleasure of touching himself in front of his subservient, perfectly controlled brother.

Mutt trembled from the effort of staying in place. He wished it was his phalanges exploring his brother’s soaking cunt, but he would await his orders. In the meantime, he enjoyed the show with undivided attention.

Blackberry splayed the fingers of one hand to hold his folds open and put his pussy on display for his brother. He allowed Mutt to get a good look at his fluttering, greedy hole as he used his thumb to firmly stroke his sensitive clit.

Black moaned, loudly and lewdly, not holding anything back. He slipped a finger inside his tight little hole, but it didn’t satisfy him, so he added another, pumping the digits hard and fast while continuing to play with his clit. Pressure built slowly in his abdomen. His fingers weren’t enough. They were never enough. He needed his brother’s thick, throbbing cock to destroy him and bring him that sweet, euphoric release.

Withdrawing his fingers, Black pointed at Mutt, then at himself. “GET TO WORK, MUTT. NOW.” The last word had barely escaped his throat when Mutt collided with him, grabbing his femurs and forcing them back towards his chest for a better angle.of entry. With a feral growl, Mutt slammed his cock into his Lord’s deliciously tight little cunt.

Mutt loved the sensation of his Lord’s walls clenching around him, but the vibrating cock ring prevented him from cumming, and the need to release his hot load into his Lord became overwhelming. He wanted to cum. He needed to cum. He needed to fill his Lord with his magic until it overflowed his pussy and left him gaping and exhausted for days.

Mutt fumbled with the cock ring without slowing his punishing pace. His rough thrusts rocked his Lord’s small body, but he craved the absolute pleasure of cumming inside of his small but fierce brother.

“LEAVE IT,” commanded Black, gasping for air as he neared orgasm. “YOU’LL CUM WHEN I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO CUM.” It was going to be a long night, and Black planned to enjoy every moment of it.

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vexy-sins · 6 years ago

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Kinktober 2018: Day Twenty-Eight

Pairing: UF!Sans (Cherry) x SF!Papyrus (PuppyCherry)

Featured Kinks: Omorashi, Stripping/Striptease, Humiliation

Additional Warnings: Primal play (Predator/Prey), Biting, Knotting, Public Sex, Roleplay, Cum Inflation

Cherry had very little in common with the other monsters of the Underfell universe. The seasoned killers living in the Underground exuded an aura of menace that the small skeleton simply did not possess. While those around him boasted of high LV and superior battle patterns, his reluctance to fight and single HP left him with nothing but heaps of anxiety and a life of constant danger.

The house he shared with his brother in Snowdin offered Cherry a small modicum of comfort, however. Just a few steps from their back door laid a thickly shadowed forest where a timid, weak monster like Cherry could easily hide and find a few moments of blessed peace amongst the snow poffs. He seemed to be spending more and more time outdoors lately, escaping the troubles of his stressful life.

That morning, a rude phone call from Undyne had further soured his brother’s usually sour mood, and Papyrus yelled at him during breakfast. Convinced that he was nothing more than a weak, pathetic burden to his Royal Guard Captain brother, Cherry had run upstairs to hide his overflowing tears. If Papyrus saw him crying, he would probably mock Cherry’s unbecoming sensitivity.

Cherry needed to get away from the house to calm his nerves and collect himself. He selected an outfit from his closet that would look cute and fashionable on him, boosting his self-esteem, and he layered his undergarments for added protection from the Snowdin chill. A bustier with clips held his thigh-high stockings in place underneath soft leather boots. A lacy petticoat added volume to his loosely pleated skirt.

The small skeleton fastened a scarlet hooded cloak over his peasant top and tossed some snacks and a blanket in a picnic basket in case he got hungry while he was out. His brother always demanded that he carry a dagger to protect himself, but Cherry could never bring himself to stab someone. He left the weapons to his tough-as-nails brother and tucked a romance novel that he’d found at the Dump into his basket instead.

Raising his hood to cover his skull, Cherry strolled down the snow-strewn path into the shadowy Snowdin Forest. He traveled away from the areas where the Snowdin Royal Guard patrolled and towards the Ruins where few other monsters bothered to visit. He wanted to be alone, but though he saw no other monsters, a second, darker shadow stalked his from the cover of the underbrush.

Something felt off to Cherry, and his nerves blazed with warnings that he brushed off as anxiety symptoms. There were no other monsters out here. He would’ve seen them. He would’ve heard them. He would’ve… with a soft oof! Cherry collided with something very large and very solid. He hoped it was just a slightly squishy rock, but in his SOUL he knew it wasn’t.

Gulping nervously, Cherry looked up (and up and up!) into a pair of blazing dark orange eyelights set in the sockets of a gold-fanged face. Clouds of hot breath blasted his face as the large skeleton monster looming over him huffed and puffed, inhaling the scent of his fear sweat.

��m-my what b-big eyes you have,” stammered Cherry dropping his picnic basket and backing away from the dangerous-looking skeleton.

“all the better to see defenseless little skeletons such as yourself wander foolishly into my woods,” replied the fanged skeleton, prowling forward in pursuit. He licked his gold fang, smiling wolfishly at Cherry, and his careful bootsteps made no sound on the hard-packed snow of the path.

“and what a v-very long t-t-tongue you have,” whimpered Cherry, bumping into a tree that prevented him from backing up any further. He was trapped!

“all the better to eat you with.” the tall skeleton closed the distance between himself and Cherry in a single long stride.

He breathed his words right against Cherry’s neck, using two long phalanges to push aside the red cloth of the hood. Cherry could feel the other skeleton’s erection through the layers of fabric separating them. He couldn’t even manage to squeak out another observation, so the taller monster spoke again.

“and in case you were wondering, the big cock is for filling your tight little pussy with my cum,” he chuckled in his deep, gruff voice. His warm damp tongue swiped up the side of Cherry’s neck, leaving a trail of saliva to cool in the frigid air. “now take off your pretty clothes so i don’t have to rip them.”

Cherry finally found his voice. “please, Mr. Wolf, have mercy.”

“i won’t ask again.” The “wolf” grabbed Cherry and shoved him into the center of the trail. “now strip!”

Trembling with fright, Cherry regretted the large amount of orange juice he’d consumed during breakfast. He had to pee, and his fear of the wolf made holding it extremely difficult. Squeezing his thighs together in an attempt to ease the pressure, Cherry unfastened and removed his cloak, folding it carefully before setting it on the ground.

The wolf circled Cherry as he lifted his blouse over his head and placed it atop the folded cloak. Next, the small skeleton slid his skirt and petticoat to the ground. The wolf’s hungry stare intensified, and Cherry clenched his teeth against the urge to wet himself.

“please stop staring,” begged Cherry. If he removed any more clothing, the lanky skeleton would see his lewd parts! He’d already seen the bulge in the wolf’s tastefully faded blue jeans; what would happen if he revealed his body to the beast?

Cherry’s fingers shook so badly that he could barely unclip his stockings. The hooks holding his bustier closed presented even more of a delay. The undergarment finally dropped to the snow, and Cherry’s hands shot up to cover his exposed breasts. The cold air blasted his sensitive nipples, and they hardened instantly behind his hands.

“don’t look,” Cherry cried, embarrassed, but his embarrassment quickly turned to horror. His bladder protested the combination of fear and bone-chilling temperature, and he couldn’t stop the flow of urine any longer. Piss gushed out of him, soaking through his panties and running in rivulets down his thighs to melt the snow at his feet. Cherry blushed. The release of the tension felt so good even though the act of wetting himself only added to his distress.

The wolf pounced, slashing through Cherry’s steaming, pee-soaked panties with one sharpened phalange. Ignoring the urine, the tall skeleton rubbed his hands along Cherry’s warm, wet slit, pushing aside his pussy lips to circle his entrance with eager fingers.

“no, don’t touch there. it’s dirty!” wailed Cherry, more humiliated than he’d ever been in his entire life. He stood naked in the forest, covered in his own piss, with a big, bad wolf fingering him. Worse, when the wolf withdrew his fingers and dropped his pants, Cherry could imagine the thick, hard cock penetrating him, stretching him, filling him, and his body ached for it.

The wolf sank his fangs into Cherry’s neck, the pointed tips of the teeth pressing into the spaces between Cherry’s vertebrae. The sensation was both terrifying and exhilarating; this powerful monster could dust him in the space of a breath. Steadying himself, the wolf forced his cock slowly into Cherry’s tight cunt, inch by throbbing, agonizing inch. Cherry moaned and mewled, but he didn’t struggle. It felt so good that the pleasure overwhelmed him.

Cherry soon found himself on all fours on the forest path being pounded by the massive skeleton. He never expected the knot to fit into his tiny pelvic inlet, but the wolf snapped his hips and Cherry’s pussy suddenly expanded then closed around the knot. He could feel both cock and knot throbbing inside of him, and his worries melted away as ecstasy tingled like an electric current through his bones.

A different kind of pressure built in the small skeleton’s abdomen. His pussy clamped down around the wolf’s cock, and they came together. Cherry squirted then fell limp and spent in the wolf’s arms while the larger skeleton emptied his seed, cock pulsing, into Cherry’s willing body. The sheer volume of the wolf’s cum caused Cherry’s stomach to swell, but he held all of it, much to the wolf’s surprise and delight.

Picking up Cherry’s clothing, both clean and soiled, the wolf carried him to a more secluded spot in the forest. Curling protectively around the smaller skeleton, the wolf fished around in the basket for a towel to clean him off.

“feelin’ better?” asked the wolf, draping a blanket over both of them.

“mm-hmm,” murmured Cherry, tucking himself against the wolf’s ribcage.

“i didn’t go too far this time?”

“nuh-uh,” responded Cherry drowsily.

This was the best part of their Little Red Riding Hood roleplay sessions- falling asleep in his big bad wolf’s loving embrace, all tuckered out and relaxed from a thorough fucking.

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DAY TWENTY-SEVEN | INDEX | DAY TWENTY-NINE

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