#the troll is packin big time

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“dude i know youre into some sappy romcom shit but damn that is the weirdest-ass sappiest-ass mess of words ive ever heard come out of your shouthole”

“LOOK YOU FUCKING NONCE, IT��S A COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY NORMAL ADVANCE TO BE MADE BY SOMEONE WHO IS IN THE THROES OF A CONCUPISCIENT COURTSHIP. NOW DO YOU WANT TO DO THIS SAPPY TROLL JOINING HORSESHIT OR NOT? KANAYA WAS KIND ENOUGH TO LOAN ME THIS SHIT, I WANT TO GET TO USE IT.”

The Knights of Time and Blood sat in the meteor lounge, Karkat astride Dave’s lap and holding a large, crystalline bottle three-quarters filled with a murky and uncertain fluid. Both their faces were a rosy red, Karkat’s sweater off and Dave’s god-tier robes half pushed up from a rather heated little session that was just getting started when Karkat deployed the flask. A little hazy-eyed behind his shades, Dave panted and frowned at the strange decanter. Karkat said he got it from Kanaya, who’d apparently used it on Rose for some of the ‘Best Pailing Ever’. Kanaya did look quite smug lately, though he hadn’t seen Rose in a bit… maybe they just fucked so hard she didn’t even want to get out of bed anymore, or maybe she was just doing her usual Rose thing and withdrawing.

“well... fuck dude were both already packin fuckin heat here so like whatever floats your dick boat…” Dave replied after a moment of thought, lifting his shirt (and cape) the rest of the way and tossing it across the room. As he started squirming beneath Karkat to try and remove his pants, he asked - “so what its some weird lube or some shit”

“NO. WELL. FUCK SORT OF? I RUB YOU DOWN WITH IT AND THEN MY BULGE, AND THEN…”

“whatever dude, just get on with it.” Dave cut him off, pushing his pants all the way to the ground to expose his pale legs and stiff excitement. He wasn’t too sure about what was going on, but…  fuck it, right? Live a little. Even if it just turned out weird, he could get off on the irony, or something.

“TRUST ME DAVE, YOU’RE NOT GOING TO REGRET THIS. I GUARANTEE IT. JUST SIT BACK AND ENJOY.”

Grinning rather toothily, Karkat popped the cork from the crystal flask, the powerfully aromatic scent within wafting up between them, like cloves and perfume and potent musk all blended together. He poured a slow trail of the milky off-white fluid down Dave’s chest, relishing in the soft gasp from the pale Texan. With one hand he slowly pumped Dave’s erection, thumb grazing over the glans every few strokes, while the other began to smear the slick fluid across his body in slow, massaging circles. Dave could make such cute noises and gasps when he felt nice, it was almost a shame…  But while cute fluttery moans and breathy pants of ‘oh fuck’ were all well and good, Karkat knew what Kanaya had shared with him would be so much better.

Once Dave’s frontside was fully anointed with the potent-smelling fluid (and his human prick twitched and quivered from the constant teasing), he was like putty in Karkat’s hands, so pliant and willing. The troll crawled off his lap and dropped his own pants at last to bare his stout, squirming red bulge - a little shorter than average, but it made up for it in girth. Of course, that was all going to change in the next few minutes. He rolled Dave over, continuing his work of anointing him with Kanaya’s salve while grinding up between his cheeks. Try as he might to keep his classic cool-kid composure, Dave was now needy, breathless and moaning - the salve made him feel so sensitive, slick and eager to receive every little touch he could get from Karkat. He couldn’t even bring himself to stammer out a shaky half-joking jab.

“f-fuck dude, im fuckin dripping in this stuff, just fuckin put it in already… my whole fuckin body is just tingling, dude...” murmured Dave, reaching back to spread his cheeks a little more and expose his quite-ready pucker. Karkat decanted one last little dollop of the salve into his hand and pumped his bulge to full excitement with it, relishing the potent tingle of its activation. Then without further ado, he sidled up behind Dave and guided his wriggling, writhing bulge into that waiting tightness. Dave groaned loudly at the slow, steady insertion, belly-muscles clenching and tensing teetered on the brink of orgasm -- but not quite cresting it..The lotion had him feeling so needy, so tense and hypersensitive, as if every part of him was as sensate as the very tip of his cock. He writhed against Karkat, pressing back against him vigorously with each thrust as his lover’s bulge squirmed and wriggled within.

Karkat cooed over Dave, half-whispering little murmurs of affection and approval into his ear and giving him a few affectionate nips to the earlobe and neckline, all while meandering further salve-slicked fingertips all across Dave’s body. From Kanaya’s primer on the matter he knew how nice it must feel, and how important it was to keep the soon-to-be bulge happy and stimulated. He could already see a brighter-than-normal reddish sheen rising to Dave’s body, slick with more than just the musky lotion. Somehow the knowledge of their coming bonding just made it even better, and he redoubled his efforts, pumping as hard as he could.

Dave’s head was swimming, his entire body alight with sheer electric bliss. It was hard to focus on anything but getting fucked, on cumming - as blissful as the salve made him, he was left teetering right there on the edge of release for so very long. He drooled, absently taking note that despite not having sucked Karkat off at all today, his drool tasted a little musky, a little thick... A little like Karkat.  That was fine, right? It was normal to drool your owner’s precum after getting fucked in the ass for an hour, right?

Wait, where’d that thought come from? It felt unbidden, and yet… unsettlingly natural at the same time. Some little part in the back of his mind just wanted to relax, let go, feel it all slip away and enjoy the feelings coursing through his body - or was it his owner’s body now? The thrusts felt so shallow despite Karkat’s obvious fervour, and yet at the same time, deeper and better than anything he’d ever felt. He tried to trail his hands down his own body to grasp at his own cock, only to find his arms couldn’t quite reach it;  through hazy eyes he saw his hands - fingers merging, arms shortening and connected by a webbing of cherry-red flesh to his torso, no - the rest of his shaft.  He could feel himself getting softer, more slippery, and wet - slick with the same musky precum that was one of his favourite things to suckle from his owner’s bulge.

“THERE, ISN’T THIS MUCH BETTER, DAVE? YOU’RE LOOKING BETTER ALREADY. JUST RELAX, SOON YOU’LL BE AN EXCELLENT BULGE.” cooed Karkat as Dave felt himself shrinking. He opened his mouth to reply, but all that billowed forth was a sticky spurt of cherry-red excitement, its potent tangy musk further filling his mind with haze. It felt nice to let that out, it felt nice to just squirm and writhe on Karat’s bulge - as Karkat’s bulge. The troll’s hands felt bigger and bigger on his shaft as he continued changing, features melting and washing away. And as the troll’s hands moved faster and faster along his thick, nearly-complete new bulge, what had once been Dave could feel only a rising bliss in his - its? - owner’s body, and he began to tense and twitch. With one last rough yelp of pleasure from the redblooded troll, an all-encompassing rush of pure bliss tore through them both. The last thing Dave felt before his final transformation was the hot-blooded rush of cherry-red geneslime gushing through what had once been his mouth, pint after pint of sticky seed that cascaded across the couch in a dramatic arc as the two joined eternally in a wave of searing ecstasy.

Karkat continued stroking the bulge that had once been Dave for several long minutes, drawing out his pailing-session until the entire couch was utterly sodden with scarlet fluids and he was entirely spent. Finally he sat back with a relaxed sigh on an un-soaked seat, just idly stroking the now foot-long member that roiled affectionately against his belly, cooing little affectionate words that he might never have spoken to Dave un-altered.

“HAH, MARYAM REALLY WASN’T KIDDING AROUND, THAT WAS… THAT WAS THE MOST INCREDIBLE PAILING I COULD’VE EVER HOPED FOR. I WONDER WHAT HARLEY AND EGBERT ARE GOING TO THINK OF ALL THIS… GUESS THEY’RE IN FOR A BIG FUCKING SURPRISE...” he muttered, watching the wrist-thick red appendage that had been his matesprit twitch and coil between his fingers. What had once been Dave Strider, Knight of Time, now just spurted a little jet of ruby-red pre across its new owner’s hands, now nothing but a pleasure-seeking tendril. As Karkat slipped off into a well-fucked nap, the new bulge slowly retracted into the warm embrace of his grey-lined sheath, safe and sound - that little bit of Dave that still remained - still gave that bulge the little mind of its own - had never been so content.