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Taru doesn't know what to do. He really doesn't fucking know what to do.
Zapolyarny Castle is a beautiful place, yes, but Tartaglia gets wound up. Annoyed - irritated even. Liyue had taught him to love the warmth, and he’d gotten away with showing his belly and v line. Shit, he could even go to the beach. Fontaine too, beautiful lakes and seas that made him wet.
In more ways than one. Archons, the sex was to die for.Now, Tartaglia is all for loyalty to his country, but some good dicking every now and then wouldn’t kill anyone, right? And he needed dick, since like, yesterday. When he was out, deployed on service, he’d fuck someone every other day. Liyue, it was Zhongli and the angry Millelith who rammed into him like there was no tommorow. Insane. And then in Inazuma, there was this oni who had a club for cock. No, actually, a club. This dude had a barbed dick as big as Tartaglia’s forearm and thicker than his wrist, and a sex drive so high that Tartaglia had to share that dick with this puppy hybrid general. Everytime he couldn’t take it anymore, this dude would sub in, and all of them would fall asleep in the same cot at night. And then wake up to more sex. Horrible, horrible for his legs, amazing for his ass.
Too bad he couldn’t fuck anyone in Sumeru; Dottore and Scara made sure he stayed out. But hey, Fontaine and all the angry cocks in the Fortress of Meropide made up for it. They tried to make him their prison slut, or something like that, made him suck cock everyday. Would be horrible for anyone who wasn’t Tartaglia. Oh, and the fights! Fuck, he loved wagering his own hole on those things. Either he won, or he got another pounding. And he got tag teamed by those two old guys - Wrio and Neuvi - long ass French names he can’t pronounce, and long ass dicks that spitroasted him in the prison office.
But now, he’s in Snezhaya. And his reputation, his position, made him end up absolute total of zero penis for two months.
Celibacy is an ugly look on Tartaglia.
So we have Tartaglia seating himself outside the palace, hunting down random mobs to kill the buzz that flutters inside his veins. Theoretically, he could quell this by having one socially acceptable partner he consistently slept with, but the average
cock wilts after ten minutes of pounding, and Tartaglia knows he cannot make someone suffer with his assured infidelity. He tries to not think of that while he saunters towards a trio of whopperflowers he sights in the distance,
He’s tried to masturbate. He also tries not to think about that when he shoots an arrow down the head of one of the floral mobs. They spit that gross ice attack at him, chunks of ice coated in mucus that Tartaglia absentmindedly dodges. One, his wrist gets tired trying to finger himself. And Tartaglia is honestly, a little bit of a pillow princess. He just likes being fucked until he can’t think. But even then, he can’t masturbate? Why? Because almost all the Harbingers aren’t human! Dottore could probably sniff out his arousal with one of his clones, the same with Arlecchino Capitano, Pierro and Scara. Scara would probably get the full high-definition experience, because that puppet dude could even hear because of his mechanisms. He bets Sandrone can hear him too. Columbina doesn’t even need to hear or see, her powers probably allow her to just sense when he’s horny.And that’s not to say he doesn’t have an exhibitionist kink, it’s just that he only likes having sex in front of people who aren’t his seniors.The whopperflower shoots again, and Tartaglia barely dodges this time. Not that it’d hurt that much, he’d already killed the other one. Okay, what’s the plan? He’s going to go insane if he can’t cum in the next twenty-four hours, and he isn’t in the mood to make some horrible decisions and drunk fuck someone with a small dick. Because Tartaglia is a size queen too, and even whores have standards. He likes them big.
Almost as if to punish him for not paying attention, the whopperflower shoots him a huge fucking chunk of ice.
Oof.
Tartaglia topples over, into the snow. Before he can retaliate, the whopperflower scurries away, deep into the snow. Someone else’s problem now. Not just because Tartaglia is sick of this, but also because his head really really hurts now. He groans. He lets him sit there for a second before he sits up and touches a hand to his temples. No blood. That’s good. But there’s an endless amount of mucus, coated into his hair, the shell of his ear, and dripping down his neck. Ew. It smells like nothing, but something is spiking in his lungs. He feels like he’s drowning. He’s gulping air, and his skin is quivering, from something other than cold.
What was his last thought?
Big.
Before that?Sex.Tartaglia stumbles up. Somehow his feet still work, and somehow his feet know to head back to Zapolyarny Palace. They sink into the snow, and Taru’s head correlates this to how his knees dip into the mattress when he gives morning head. His janky pace reminds him of how it feels to walk around after a spectacular fuck. He walks, and it feels like it takes both a singular second and an eternity to make it to the entrance of Zapolyarny palace.His tummy hurts.In some sort of spectacular show, he collapses right at the stone entrance of the palace, in front of the Fatui soldiers. For some reason, he can’t find it within himself to embarrassed about that. He also can’t find it within himself to focus his vision, as the soldiers rush to him, blurry while they try to check on him. There’s a constant mumble of sir, of his title, and his mind tries to remember who he is for a bit. Harbinger. Fatui. Tartaglia.
All of that is too long, he thinks. He’ll call himself Taru instead.Hands try to pick him up, and he gets lifted up. His feet support him for exactly half a second before his knees give up and cause him to collapse on a particularly large Fatui Vanguard. Archons, his chest is like what, three of Taru’s heads? It’s so broad. Broad. Big. What else does Taru think is big?“Hey.” Taru says, and his voice reeks. Is it possible for a sound to smell like sex? Because his voice sounds like that. So explicitly, viscerally needy that all the soldiers back away for a second. Is this actually the Eleventh of the Harbingers? No. Yes? Taru clears his throat and continues talking. “You’re big.”
The soldier staggers away in shock, leaving Taru to support himself on his unsteady feet. “I-I’ll go on a diet, sir..”
“No, no, I mean-“ Taru places his hands on the soldier’s broad chest, much to everyone’s surprise, and palms those pectorals. Big. “Positively.”“Ah, well, t-thank you I suppose, sir-“
“Do you think,” Taru’s hands slide down, to the soldier’s thorax, to his abdomen, to the belt loops at his waist. He hooks his finger through one, biting the inside of his lip as he whispers, “That this is big too?”
“Sir, I-““That’s enough.”
Everyone’s head whips to the side, and comes into contact with none other than Capitano. There is a quick scurry to duty, all of them standing straight and bowing in respect, with a slight bit of reverence. He’s doomed. Taru is so, so doomed, and he’s into it.“Tartaglia.” Capitano frowns.
“Captain.” Taru draws out the last sentence, letting the vowels roll off his tongue. Within the span of time that Taru elongates the word, Capitano has already snatched him away from the soldier, dragging him through the snow and into the palace. “You must not harass our soldiers, Tartaglia.” He says sternly, grip tight on Taru’s wrist and he can’t help but imagine how it would feel on his waist.“I wasn’t harassing anyone~” Taru’s voice is slippery and it slurs.
“You were.”
“I would never.”
“Admit it.”“Admit that his shoulders turned me on? Yeah. I wasn’t harassing him though.”“Childe.”“I wanted him.”“Childe-““I wanted him to fuck me.”Silence.“Shut up.”“Make me.”
And then, and only then, does Taru register that they are right outside Capitano’s room. Capitano opens the door, and shuts it ominously behind the two of them. It is a dim lit room. The darkness, the shadows, they press in and remind Taru of how much larger Capitano is, compared to him.
Big.Sex?
"Strip." Capitano orders.
Sex."Yes, Captain!" Taru gets out, immediately kicking off his boots, his pants, his everything. It’s too hot now. He needs Capitano,
“What happened to you, boy?”
“Nothing, that’s what happened.” Taru giggles. Everything is nonsensical to him now, like, he totally wants dick up his ass. Normally, those thoughts would come across with more structure, but he feels like his brain has been molded purely to accommodate thoughts of sex, and sex alone. “And nothing makes me very, very needy.”“I am referring to the mucus in your hair,” Capitano wipes off some of it with a gruff inhale. He looks at it on his fingers, before flicking it away. His mask prevents Taru from seeing anything, but he’s willing to bet that the expression on his face is one of anticipation. “Did someone cum on you?”“Whopperflower.” Taru explains before getting on his knees. Capitano doesn’t have to order him; he already knows what to do. “Cryo.”
“Fuck.”
And Capitano is easy. All too easy, and Taru knows this, it’s just that he never knew that the same easiness applied to his juniors. His idol, his captain, not resisting as he unbuckles those pants.
“What’s your name now?”“Taru.”
“Do you remember your old name?”Taru pouts and doesn’t answer that. He does, he just doesn’t like it. And Capitano knows that. All whopperflowers, when threatened, excrete aphrodisiac. It’s just that this is extreme, and Capitano knows Taru will never rest until he is fucked.
Actually, will not rest until he is pregnant.“Suck me off.” Capitano says hesitantly, as his cock, a long, dark thing as thick as Taru’s fist, comes out of his pants.
The warmth of Taru’s lips meeting his pelvis tells Capitano everything he needs to know.
Taru purrs, and another groan escapes the Capitano’s maw - Taru’s throat was blindingly perfect. No tears as he effortlessly deepthroats all ten inches of the Captain’s cock, bobbing his own head up and down. Taru breathes in and pushes more of it down into his gullet. When Capitano growls, Thoma pulls out, the fox ears on his head flicking. Fox ears? Another check has him finding out that he also has a tail now, a fluffed up thing that wraps around Capitano’s thigh as he sucks him off. The heat in his stomach courses with perfection, with elation that he’s finally, finally, sucking dick. Finally. Pressing a kiss on the head, Taru slurps up the pre-cum. When he's not deepthroating, his mouthwork is messy, but every contact of Taru’s lips against the Captain’s flesh still gives the now fox boy indescribable pleasure. Taru is so pretty, no, too pretty like this, without even trying, hungry for the Captain and craving for whatever he will give. Capitano inhales sharply as Taru licks a particularly sensitive spot. "Open a bit wider for me, will you, boy?" He speaks, but that's all he says before he clasps both his hands on Taru’s ears and and fucks hard into the boy's throat. Is Taru in pain? Is Taru gagging? Is the whopperflower mucus clouding his brain? He doesn't know. All he knows is that that Capitano’s fucking him, and every buzz of dissatisfaction gets quelled when his throat gets abused like a cocksleeve.
"Such a dirty fox." Capitano comments as he fucks at an angle into Taru’s esophagus. "Who else have you taken like this?" In between thrusts, Taru giggles: “Many.”
“Fucking slut. Keep your mouth open just like that, so I can ruin your pretty face.” Capitano growls, the speed of his thrusts picking up in an obedient foxboy’s mouth. That is all that Taru needs to be, actually. Obedient. Willing. His throat constricts around Capitano’s cock, and it’s enough to have the captain cumming deep in his throat.
Oh dear.
“Get on the bed, bitch. I’m gonna knock you up.” He flips over the boy, and looks at that slick, wet hole. Perfect. Beautiful. He thrusts in deep, no regard for Taru’s motherfucking feelings,
"Tighten up, you loose whore." Capitano growls, his hands overshadowing little fox Taru's hips, as he pistons against the boy's prostate. "If I knew you wanted cock up your useless hole this much, i would've fucked it open a long time ago." And something inside Taru’s brain cracks. It fights, and it cracks open, losing the war against the army of ecstacy that spikes every time Taru gets fucked.
"Yes C-captain!" Taru gets out as he tries to survive the relentless pounding. "M'big slut! Stupid bitch whose only job is to get bred~!!""Attaboy. Your only fucking job is to get pregnant with a litter of foxes. Whore yourself out so you can breed."
Taru tries not to moan at that, he really does, but the spank that comes down on his ass cheek simply makes him scream for more.
Realistically, Capitano would've hated fucking someone so loud. He doesn't like the whiny boys who beg for it, but it's different now, because it's Taru. And Taru can get pregnant. Taru's job is to get pregnant and Capitano wants the first litter to be his, so badly. The idea of having the little Fatui fox leak milk from his tits, belly swollen as he bounces on Capitano's cock and begs to get knocked up again... well, all of the Harbingers wanted that.
"Daddy!" Taru yells at a particularly hard thrust, toes and tail curling as he cums, all over the sheets. Unaware of his own words. Hysterical as tears drip down, all the way to his throat and onto the sheets while Capitano doesn't stop. His cries stutter. Face dumped in the pillow and his moans muffled.
"What was that you called me?"
Taru pushes his face a bit more in the pillow, suddenly embarrassed, but a blush spreads all over the back of his neck. He can't hide it.
A thrust to Taru's oversensitive cunt. "What was that you called me?" He repeats.
No response but a gasp. Capitano grunts, and pulls out, much to the fox's dismay, who turns around and starts babbling incoherently, bending his neck to kiss and lick the Captain's cock. Thinking he did something wrong. Trying to make up for it. Capitano almost thinks it's cute, but grabs Taru by the hair and holds him at arm's length, much to the boy's dismay.
"P-please, I'll be good!" Taru whines, thrashing on the bedsheets. He's had at least two orgasms, and Capitano has yet to knock him up. "I want you to cum inside, please! Am I not tight enough? I'll clench doen real hard, I promise!"
"Then call me what you did earlier." The Captain replies, stroking the boy's cheek. "I'll be nice if you-""Daddy!" Taru pleads without a second thought. "Daddy, please, please, fuck me! Please, I want your cock, I love it! I'll be a good, slick pussy for you!"
Fuck.Here they are again, Taru's face in the pillow, the Captain's cock creating imprints in his stomach. The amount of slick on the bed is almost disgusting, and Capitano's surprised that the boy's cock can even manage to stay hard at all.
"I'm gonna get you pregnant." Capitano growls, grabbing Taru's hair.
"I'm gonna fuck pups into you." A thrust. It breaks through Taru's prostate and has him screaming. "Daddy! Yes Daddy! I'll be a good slut for your cock!""You're going to give birth to them." Taru's breath hitches as he cums for a third time, crying and clutching at the sheets and spasming all over Capitano's cock."And you're going to beg me to give you more." One last thrust, and Capitano cums inside, filling Taru's ass, painting the boy's insides white. Breeding him. Breaking him. Taru's drool gets down to his nipples, where Capitano plays with them, pinching them to make the boy lose himself even more in this pleasured haze.
"And what do we say now that I've filled your greedy cunt?""Thank you, Daddy!" Taru sobs, rushing to plug his hole with his fingers when Capitano pulls out, leaving him dripping with seed. "Thank you for cumming in my pussy and knocking me up! You can drink milk from my tiddies when I have your pups, Daddy. Ooh, ooh, and you can get me pregnant again after that! I love your big cock so much!""You want a plug for that thing?" Capitano replies gruffly, referring to Taru's gaping hole, letting go of the boy's tits. Trying to act like he finds it disgusting, giving his very best to not act like a pervert.He fails."Mhm-hm!" Taru grins sweetly, like he didn't just call him Daddy and beg to get knocked up.
"Too damn bad." Capitano replies, and Taru can swear he sees a smile on the Captain's face, through the mask, when he takes the bottle of lube he has by his bed, and teases the rim of the boy's hole with it. "This'll have to do.""Captain!" Taru yelps as Capitano pushes it into him.
"What did I tell you to call me?""Daddy. Daddy, daddy!" Taru screams out. The bottle isn't as big as Capitano's cock, but it's cold and ungiving.
"Just to ensure my seed takes." Capitano says as he slaps Taru's ass. "But even if it doesn't, I'm certain you'll be pregnant by the end of the month. There are plenty of people who'd love to fuck a fox boy like you."
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What is twenty-nine times three? Taru could've sworn he remembered it before Capitano fucked him, before he got a pair of fluffy ears and a tail, but now he's confused. Hm. Three sets of twenty-nine. Three of twenty. Three of nine. So three twenties. Three twenty? Three hundred? Huh?
Taru is so fucked.
There’s a heat bubbling in his chest. It’s been there since the whopperflower hit him, but even after Capitano had washed him clean in the bathtub and cuddled him to sleep. He was so nice! But his dick was even nicer. Hm. Dick. Yummy. Taru has to try not to drool as he drags his feet, erm, paws - through the floor. Hm.
Someone is behind him."Taru~" Pantalone is behind him. With a teasing voice, he skims his fingers across Taru’s soft skin. "What is that large object I sight in your pants?"
"Mm?" Taru says, confused. "My tail?"
"No, silly. This." Pantalone takes the rim of the lube bottle and nudges it ever so slightly outside.
See, unknown to Taru, he was obnoxiously loud while fucking Capitano. And rumor spreads quick amongst the Fatui.“Uh. Nothing!” Taru responds. Hm. Pantalone smells good. Very good. He smells like money, like paper and furs and carpets that only rich people own. He smells like heady, rich chocolate and salon conditioner, and leftover rice from his breakfast. Huh. Taru doesn’t know how he can smell that, but that’s not his biggest concern right now. What is his biggest concern is the smell behind Pantalone. Metallic, bloody and dangerous.
Dottore spanks Taru hard, revelling in the noise he makes.
"Boy,” he snarls, getting straight to the point. “How was fucking the captain?”
“Uh, I-“
“Oh, shut up.” Dottore snaps, but it doesn’t come with malice. No, it is endearing, patronizing. Excited. “That’s not what’s important. What’s important are your genitals.”
Pantalone raises a brow, tucking Taru underneath his arm almost kindly. “Please do be polite.”
Dottore tsks, hands on his hips. He tones down the snap in his voice, but his questions do not hold any less impact. “Boy. What are your genitals right now? What did that whopperflower do to you?”Taru cuddles into Pantalone, inhaling the smell of his soft fur coat. “M’don’t wanna tell.”“Of course you do.” Dottore responds. Pantalone clears his throat loudly and strokes Taru’s hair as a warning, and Dottore sighs. “I mean, please tell. Please do.” There is some sarcasm to it, Dottore rolling his eyes before he crosses his arms.“Taru, wouldn’t it be nice to tell our Doctor the truth? It is good for health, yes?” Pantalone pushes to convince Taru, leaning down to whisper in his ears.
“It is?” Oh, he’s been almost completely bimbofied. He just needs that extra push.“Yes, my dear boy. You must be honest, or the records will not be correct. Do you have a little cocklet, or a sweet pussy?
“M’got a… a cock.”
Dottore looks to Pantalone, and Pantalone to Dottore.“Pick the boy up.”
“Wait! Wait, stop!”
“Sorry, Taru, but it must be this way. For the Fatui, no?”
“No! No!” Taru says, kicking and flailing as Pantalone picks him up and follows Dottore down a series of winding hallways. All of them are unfamiliar to him, but he already knows where they lead; Dottore’s laboratory. And he might be a bimbo, but he knows of the horrors that go on in there.
“Spare me!” Taru begs as they arrive, glowing vials of liquids and failed experiments blinding his vision. “Please!”“Oh, you poor fox.” Taru cannot tell whether Dottore or Pantalone says it.The door slams shut.
…
"Stupid bitch." Dottore snarls into Taru's fox ear, fucking his pussy in earnest. "You come here as a Harbinger and it turns out you're the perfect cunt to toy with. I told you not to squirt all over the floor, and guess what, that's exactly what you do. You piss, you cum, all you are is a liability with a womb to be bred.""I'm sorry, Doctor!" Taru sobs, screaming as he feels his walls stretch around Dottore's cock, cold fingers mercilessly playing with his new clit. "I'm gonna be a good whore, I promise! I'm sorry!"
"Hush now, Zandik, you're far too harsh." Pantalone says, gently thrusting into Taru's ass, pressing kisses along the little fox's shoulders. Taru is sandwiched between the two of them, Dottore with his back against the laboratory wall, and Pantalone behind him. "Good little pet. You like being stuffed from both ends, yes? Does it feel nice? I bet it does."
Taru only gives a warble of pleasure in response.
"Harsh?" Dottore says. "I'm simply treating the slut how it wants to be. Inseminated and impregnated. His loins practically begged for the operation.""Guessing from how the Captain had his way with him, he probably already is." Pantalone says, pulling out of Taru slowly only to thrust back all the way in. "Isn't that right, Taru? Your pups will be so cute.""Yes, sir!" Taru sobs out, trying to grind his little clit onto Dottore's pelvis, while simultaneously pushing his ass against Pantalone's cock. The fact he can't cum at all is driving him fucking insane. "M'wanna cum, please!""Aww, look at the cute pet trying to cum." Pantalone chuckles, stroking Taru's hair, his ears, and reaching his other hand down to touch the little fox boy's cunt. "Does this feel nice? Do you like it?"
Taru can only cry helplessly. "They're sensitive!""Get off before you try taking care of him, Pantalone." Dottore says, before tugging roughly at Taru's tail, earning him a scream. "Fucking cunt. Already pregnant and still not satisfied? We should hand you over to the barracks when we're done. I heard a couple of the skirmishers have twelve inch cocks. Probably not as big as whatever monstrosity Capitano has in exchange, but it'll be nice to watch you get passed around until you're retching semen."
Pantalone sighs. "You have some absurd kinks there, Zandik.""I do." The doctor replies, then turns to face Taru, grabbing his chin harshly. "You're lucky that Pantalone's with me, and you didn't catch me alone, cunt. If I had my way, I'd tie you up in my lab, along with Scaramouche, strip you both, and offer you up to a Mitachurl. See which pussy was more enticing to a beast like that. You’re lucky the abyss makes you heal quick, cause I’d be fucking you regardless. I’m not a patient man."
"Yes, Doctor!" Taru whimpers.
"Zandik, it's Taru. Not cunt. Be nice to our juniors." Pantalone frowns, stroking Taru's ears, resulting in the little fox boy curling his toes up and moaning out 'sir' so sweetly that even his tail twitches.
"It's a cunt to me. Literally. I made its pussy. Right, Cunt?"
"Yes, Doctor! I am a cunt only meant to serve! I am a stupid whore pussy bimbo whose job is to be a slut! Please impregnate me!""Celestia, what did you do to the boy?" Pantalone frowns, covering Taru's mouth, not wanting to hear the boy debase himself further. "You've ruined his mind."
"Not ruined. Awakened." Dottore scoffs, snatching Pantalone's hand off. "I heard the whore when he was in Capitano's bedroom, and they were loud enough to wake me. What did you call him, cunt? What did you say for him to knock you up with his seed that easily? Did you cry and beg for it? Or did you entice him?"
"Daddy! I called him Daddy!" Taru's grinding becomes more fervent, desperate, as he can feel his new pussy and clit melting at each thrust. "And he said he wanted to knock me up. I told him he could get me pregnant. Can I cum? I wanna cum! I've been so good, please, I wanna squirt, please, let me cum. I'm begging you!""Do you think you deserve it, cunt? Last time I checked, you were nothing but a useless hole made to be wrapped around cock. A fleshlight for us Harbingers. A little incubator for pups." Dottore reaches his hands to grope Taru's tits, loving the way the fleshy mounds meld into his touch, reveling the way fox boy starts crying, craving his orgasm so bad that he can't even start thinking.
"Yes, I'm stupid! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so stupid and dumb and I'm only supposed to hold cum, but please, pretty please let me squirt, I'm begging you, I've been so good!"
"You really should let him, Zandik." Pantalone tuts, kissing Taru's head. "He's been so good for us."
"I am good! I'll hold all the cum you want, Doctor!"All of it?"
“Yes!”“Magic word.”
“Yes, Daddy!”And Taru clenches down so hard on their cocks that Dottore almost feels obligated as he plunges that syringe down, filled with the solution he needs to cum.It was going to be a long, long night.
…
"Clench. Unclench. Clench. Unclench." Dottore harshly flicks at Taru's clit, watching the cum drip out. "Look, the cunt's a little cum dispenser now. Just press the button on his vulva, and it'll give you all you need." Dottore takes one more glance towards Taru. "Gonna be a baby dispenser too, huh? A kid slipping out your tight walls. We could fit a third cock, if we tried.""Don't even think about it, Dottore." Pantalone says, fed up as he tugs on the doctor’s ear. “You want fucked up sex, you go to me.”“Jealous streak, eh- ow, ow, ow!” Dottore hisses as his ear gets pulled on hard.
“I’ll even bring out the chains.”
Now Dottore’s eyes lighten up at that. “Really?”“So long as you’re good.” And that has Dottore abandoing Taru on the lab floor, perking up and his eyes lightening. “Let’s go then! That bitch’ll get someone to impregnate him anyways.”
“Oh, don’t be so crude, Dottore.”
But as he is left there on the lab floor, even Taru knows that it is a guarantee.
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Taru has to get it the fuck together. He really does. Maybe the bimbofication that removed his cock (which he was quite fond of) and replaced it with a pussy had knocked some sense into him. Maybe he isn’t made to be knocked up. The knobs of his spine that connect to his neck feel all too much pain from the way he’d been curled up after Dottore and Pantalone had gone off to, who knows, suck each others cock behind closed doors. A little whimper exits his lips and his fox ears curl back, tail fluffing up in distress as he looks at his cunt. It’s really cute. He’s not against having a juicy little pussy he doesn’t need to prep whenever he’s horny, but he misses his penis! The stupid thing was too sensitive. And Dottore was very, very mean, cum still dripping out his cunt as he tries to stand. Emphasis on try, because he fails.
He hears footsteps again.No. Not Dottore. It felt good, but his hips are so, so sore and cumming from his cunt feels so different that it scares him. Taru whimpers and gets on his hands and knees to scamper beneath the desk. Quick, quick, and then another failure. He is pulled up, not by his hips, his waist, but rather, by a rough fist around his tail.
No, no, not Dottore-“Tartaglia?” His old name. Tartaglia. Yes, Tartaglia turns his head around, as best as he can upside down, hanging from his tail. Not Dottore. Instead, white hair and deep frown lines carved into the recesses of his skin; The First Fatuus.
“P-Pierro?”
“Explain to me in what state I have found you in, Eleventh.” Pierro barks out, unclamping his fist. Taru lands face first on his jaw, with a painful thud. He whimpers once more, but he thinks Dottore would be worse than the First in any world. Worst case here, he dies. Worst case with Dottore? He lives forever and ends up getting fucked for of all of it.
“Well, uh-“ And thus begins a thirty minute tangent about how and why Tartaglia now has a pussy, and how he’d been fucked by over half of all the male Harbingers. Was that necessary to tell him? No, not really. But it’d feel like a crime to hide anything from the First, not when he’s staring so hard and cornering Tartaglia.
“Yes, but how did you become Taru?” Pierro finally interrupts. “I have heard of you claiming a name change.”“Well, um… in the heat of the moment I thought my real name was too long.”“So you are unsavable.”“What?”“Unsavable.” And then Taru feels his back slammed against the lab table once more, legs up in the air, thighs spread. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck! So of course, Pierro was a perv too! Well, not like Taru hadn’t jacked off to him before, so that made it mutual perv, but his cunt was tired.
“Dottore fucked me already! Please, please, don’t don’t-““I don’t need to fuck your pussy to ruin you, boy.” Pierro says, splitting Taru’s legs apart. None on the lips, but he kisses a hot stripe down Taru’s throat, his collarbones, his chest, and his nipples. A jolt of electricity runs through his spine and a long moan draws out from Taru’s throat. Oh, he’s sensitive. Whatever pussy operation Dottore had done on Taru, it affected his tits too.
“Did you have your fill of Fatuus cock yet, Eleventh?"
"Pierro, I-""It's a one word answer, boy." Pierro grunts, hands flitting over Taru’s clut, pumped up with leftover cum no one, not even the boy, had bothered to clean. Taru let them. What else? There was no chance that the boy fought back, not with how willingly and easily he melts in Pierro’s hands, hips bucking up."I don’t know " Taru hums, trying not to make eye contact.
"You don’t?" Pierro questions scoffing, taking some of the leftover cum and reapplying it it all over Taru’s vulva, circling his hole once, twice. Taru is already shaking and he knows, know very very well that Pierro did not lie.
"Yes." Taru trembles."Lies."
"No, sir! I don’t lie, I promise, I promise!”Pierro makes a noise of disdain, tilting his thigh to the left. "No, you haven’t."Pierro scoffs. "You are the most errant of Harbingers. So lustful and arrogant-" He lets his fingers enter one inch deep Taru’s pussy, earning a sharp beg for more. "-that even after being operated, impregnated and fucked, you crave. Don’t deny, boy. You do not have to. If you choose to be a whore, be one unabashedly."
Taru cries out at that, the edges of his cunt all burning with a need for more.
"You are a whore."
"Yes, Sir!" Taru cracks. More. More. "I can't exist without more! Please fuck me!"
"Tch." Pierro fronts. "As I recall, you were begging for reprieve just a moment ago.”"I'm sorry, Sir." Taru snivels, heaving heavy. "I was wrong. Very, very wrong~♡" He arches, raising his hips to give Pierro access to his cunt, moaning when he feels those fingers enter knuckle deep.
“Do you think you deserve to feel good?""Please!" Taru sobs against the cold lab table. "Sir, I’m begging you, begging, please, I'm so sorry, just fuck me.""You begged the other Fatuus like this too, no? To cum?""Yes, Sir! I'm really, really sorry, but I’m a whore!" Taru cries out, begging to be indulged with. And Pierro does, for his own amusement. He tortuously, yes, torture, glides the skin of his knuckle against the tip of Taru’s clitoris, drawing circles, just like before. With his middle and ring finger, he slowly thrusts in, and out, in and out, as he licks down Taru’s desperate, needy nipples. Taru’s about to - Taru’s about to, it’s an inch away, and-
Pierro takes everything away before Taru can have the pleasure of orgasming."Have mercy on my pussy, Sir! Have mercy~♡! My cunt can't take it anymore!" Taru cries out. "Please! Please! I can't cum anymore!"
"Yes, you can." Pierro says stoically. Taru is pissing blanks, crying. "Fuck. I knew how much you whored around when the doctor gave you a cunt, but I didn't expect your ass to be this sensitive." He does another shallow thrust, toying with Taru's nipples and it has the boy close to orgasm. "Daddy! Daddy, i feel something else coming! Please, please please, wait, let me-♡""Want me to invite Capitano here? We can fuck you in this ass. Stretch it open. Too bad I wasn't here when you had a cock, but we're going to make up for that.""Sir~♡! Please! You're breaking me, you're breaking me, I can't cum! Please!"
"Then break."
Taru screams, before pissing all over the bed, crying as he feels the warm, yellow liquid stream down his legs.
“Ah, mess.” Pierro says, withdrawing his arm, flicking his wrist.
"No, don't leave! I'm a good, wet hole, please! Stick your dick in me and use my pussy as a fleshlight~♡! Please!”
For a moment, Pierro stops. The truest form of fear hits Taru right there, right then. The fear that he’s not getting fucked. That he’s not something sexy. It runs through all of his body, his heart, his mind, and it manifests as a glob of slick gushing out of his pussy.
That fear turns into euphoria when Pierro sighs and places his piss-soaked wrist against Taru’s lips. “Lick.”Oh, Taru will. He will, and so much more ♡♡♡
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"Oh my gosh, you have a pussy! A real pussy!" Taru's practically dumbfounded. Well, he was dumb to begin with, ever since that bimbofication whopperflower made him into a foxboy who could get pregnant, but he was shocked. Very.
"Yeah, so? Of course I have a pussy." Scara grits out.
"C-can I taste it?" Taru says, pulling off his pants. "You can taste mine too! We can grind our pussies together!""Idiot, I won't rub my vulva against your hole. Who knows what you've been infected with?"
"No, Dottore did something to me." Taru says, peeling off his underwear. "And now I have a cunny for a whole day.""It's a cunt, you fucking idiot. Don't try to sound cute."
How did Taru get here? Well, for one, after a thorough assfucking from Capitano, Dottore, Pantalone and finally, Pierro, the boy had broken. Much to the dismay of the sane tiny bit of his poor brain, he wasn’t sane enough for this bullshit anymore. He’d walked out of that room with the afterbuzz of a million orgasms, and zero penis inside him (despite all the all the author buildup on his insemination, no it did not happen) and a need for more. More came in the form of the Scaramouche bumping into him and mocking the situation before Taru ripped off his pants out of pure craving to get railed.
“Oh well, a cunt will do.” Taru pouts, placing his hands on Scarmouche’s hips, placing a wet, open mouthed kiss at the soft pudge of his belly.
“H-hey!”
“Your pussy is so pretty,” Taru huffs, licking down the space between Scara’s navel and pelvis before he slides his tongue down into the other man’s vulva. This elicits a high whine from Scara, hands digging into hair. Whether they are there to push away or push forward is unsure, but those hands dig in all the same.
“Aw, daddy♡,” Taru pouts, letting the pillowy insides of his lips enclose around Scara’s clitoris, thumbs on either side of his pussy to pull it apart. Hot damn; getting fucked by Pierro meant he knew just how perfectly to eat pussy. With a small smile that Scara can feel from his thighs, Taru digs in.
“Oh, fuck!” Scara moans, trying to buck his hips, but the direction is still unclear. That’s fine. Taru doesn’t care as long as he gets something good.
“You taste good, daddy♡.” Taru mewls, before pressing his fingers into Scara’s hips and making him seat himself on the cold Zapolyarny floor. With more fervor, his tongue works, lips running over Scara’s now slick pussy.
"Taru," Scara hissed as he ground onto Taru. Okay, maybe he was enjoying it a bit more than he should. "I'm going to cum." Taru hummed hungrily, like a pussy-needy whore, ready to swallow all of the Harbinger’s squirt. A bit of slick trailed down the corner of his mouth as he grinned. “No. If you’re gonna cum, it should be with me, daddy.”
Two seconds later, smiles turn to lips mixing into each other, lips clashing as they kiss and make out. Poor Taru, biting off more than he can chew, because Scara kisses better than he does. It is wild. Messy, as puddles form between their thighs at the floor. Taru is out of breathe before he knows it, and when they part, their tongues leave with a bitter string of saliva and cum. Another sweet moan exists the both of them when the kissing resumes, rougher and rougher, to the point neither of them could tell whose lips were whose, tongue fucking desperately into each other's mouths, almost a preview of what would be happening in the minutes later. Taru rolled his hips, riding the floor in need, arousal dampening the sone floors. He’d started this, but he wasn’t the boss here. He was never the boss from the start.
Scara took notice of this and clasped the base of his Taru’s thighs. "Taru," He chuckled, receding the kisses for a movement. "I’m in charge now."
“Yes, daddy-♡♡“ Taru giggles.
“Attaboy. Spread those fucking legs.”
And Taru eagerly obeys, spreading his legs wide for Scara to take advantage of, With no more wait, Scara slots his hips against Taru’s and started rutting together. Slick gushes from the both of them, and Taru screams in pleasure as he feels overwhelming, perfect, friction against his clit. "Scara! More, more, please~♡!"
"Yeah, take it." He growled out, feeling that friction on him. "You feel so fucking wet, baby!”
“Harder, harder, daddy! Please!♡♡♡ Fuck my pussy, ruin it, ruin it, I want to cum so bad! Please♡♡♡!” Taru yells loud enough to draw an entire crowd,
“That’s right, baby, I’m fucking you in the middle of Zapolyarny palace, ruining your wet pussy. You love it. I know you do, bitch. What if someone catches us, huh?" Scaramouche fronts, giving himself the liberty to play with Taru’s nipples, drawing sweet whines from his mouth. "They’ll catch you, you know? The Tsaritsa, or the other Harbingers. Your poor pussy. They’ll run a train on it when they catch you, but all the sex before clearly wasn’t enough"
"Daddy, daddy, that can’t be true♡…" Taru squealed.
“But what if? What will you do, when someone sees you on my cunt, so desperate for that stupid clit of yours to feel something? You'd like that, I know. You want someone to discover you all blown out, your holes stretched full around cock and dripping with slick. You’re a whore, baby. You were born for it.”
Born for it.
Those words have Taru cumming hot and hard and wild, vision blurring as he feels his pussy flutter wild. Yes. Yes, that’s right. He was to be a living, breathing cunt. Squirt pools on the floor, even as Scara keeps scissoring him wild.
He knows what to do, for the rest of everything, for the rest of forever.
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Ayato becomes a femboy:
Kamisato Ayato has never been free.
Odd? Yes. Truth? Also yes. All his life has been spent underneath the thumb of an uptight family that didn't let him do anything. He wanted a lunch out with friends from school? Not happening. Could his parents come to the book fair? You wish. Do anything else other than learn the piano and study? Don't be deluded. It was a magical mix of the worst of both worlds. He was to be seen and not heard. His parents were too strict to let him do anything fun, and didn't care enough to do anything with him. Ayato was never free.
But behold, the motherfucking internet.
Now, Ayato wasn't allowed to do much in life, other than what his parents wanted. What they wanted was for their son to stay put. That translated to them granting almost every material wish that Ayato could ask for. Ayato, equipped with a black card and a bottomless amount of cash, had taken to the world wide web, simulating human interaction with online friends and stupid otome games. Forgive the man, he was lonely. The only person he ever talked to was Thoma, the son of their head housekeeper, and Thoma had friends. An actual group of people who liked him. Ayato would certainly call him his best friend, but he was sure that Thoma would not call him the same. Ayato accepts that. Most of his life is comprised of unreciprocated want, and there are so many bullets to the mind can take before he succumbs.
At least that hot prince in his video game wants him. Ayato accepts that too.
Otome games are primarily directed towards women. He knows that. Actually, he likes it. For once, something pays attention, cares about him. He knows they're not real, but Ayato revels in the I love yous, and the possessiveness that make him feel wanted.
The way the sweet nothings and fadeout scenes implying a night of lustful passion always had him leaking precum through his boxers. Ayato tinged with shyness the first time, looking at his hard-on, but now he blushes with excitement, pressing his thighs together. He doesn't dare to jerk off. No. He doesn't. If his parents found out, he'd never be able to live with himself. If Thoma or Ayaka found out, Ayato would simply pass away. But he's a hormonal teenager. It's impossible to keep his hands away from his dick.
But, he's rich. And while he's not a prodigy, Ayato has logic, logic that has him going onto YouTube and searching how to effectively soundproof his room. He comes up with a beautiful lie, asking his parents to bring the piano up to his room, so he can practice more. The rubber foam he buys afterwards is seen as an inevitability. What does this mean? Unsupervised access to his own body. Ayato's first taste of freedom. It seems dumb to go through all that effort to touch himself, but Ayato is desperate. If his parents ask how his music is going, (unlikely, considering how little they care) he'll simply play them one of six pieces he's memorized, and alternate between. Ayato's hands are very busy fingering something else.
His lewdness does not stop there. Once, Ayato had turned on his VPN, clicked on one of those porno games and tried it out. It didn't drain his balls, but it sure drained his patience. Something about those tits didn't make sense to him, all shiny and jiggling as they bent over. Ayato didn't want to see these women, and he didn't want to be the one pounding into them. No.
Something about it sends a flicker of arousal, the same as all those otome games, except now, it's in his face. Instead of wanting them, he wanted to be
them. To be taken by the hips and dicked down like he was nothing more than an object, because fuck it, if that was how everyone was going to treat him, then that's how he wanted it. If Ayato was doomed to be a placeholder in everyone's life, then he might as well be the best fucking one. A wonderful slut.
But he didn't cum that night. After the fifth dialogue option, they asked for his bank account details and Ayato freaked out. World's most efficient boner killer.
Still, it was life changing.
Armed with a bank account, a VPN and anonymity, Ayato took to online shopping for a taste of more. First, a change in wardrobe. Frilly tops, and tight booty shorts alongside fishnets and and see through panties. Next, headphones. Thirdly, vibrators and sex toys, because his wrist cannot keep up with both fingering and stroking his cock.
The birth of Ayato as a femboy. He will never be alone again.
Xiao x Childe
"You let me slam into this sweet cunt of yours, all because you want your stepdad to use it instead. Is that right?" Childe grunts as he thrusts deep into Xiao's pussy, watching as the boy writhes on the bed, crying and screaming, yet using his hands and arms to keep Childe close.
"Yes, Daddy!" Xiao cries. "I want my real daddy to fuck me!"
"Slut." Childe says. "What is Zhongli going to think about this? The loser stepson in his dead wife's basement bounces up and down on a dildo to family photos of him, crying out his name and hoping one day he'll just hold you down and use you until you're nothing but his stupid cockwarmer. But your imagination's not enough, no? You need someone to spread these legs of yours and make the sex real so you can focus your pretty head on envisioning him."
Xiao just sobs when he hits a particularly sensitive spot, crying out and raking his nails against Childe's back, cumming all over himself for the second time tonight. "Don't stop!" He cries out.
"Tell me, what do you imagine?" Childe scoffs, complying with Xiao's request. There's a mix of amusement and disgust in that expression. He'd dealt with some fucked up kinks before, but he'd never actually seen anyone crave so much for their stepfather in a way that only happened in cheap pornos. Scratch that concept, he'd never heard of any guy who came from their ass this much.
Childe doesn't expect Xiao to answer, but he does, moaning higher in pitch each time he speaks. "I want him to fuck m-me real hard," Xiao stutters, and Childe can't tell if it's the overstimulating pressure against his prostate or his embarrassment. "Need him to rip my pants, humiliate me, I don't give a shit."
"I can see where this is going." Childe comments, making Xiao redden all the more.
"He can do whatever." Xiao whimpers.
"And?" Childe says, thrusting deep into Xiao's hole. He's close. He never thought he'd be getting off to some pervert's fantasies of their stepdad, but here he is, about to cum just because of it. "Does he spank you? Tie you up? Edge you until you're screaming louder than you are now and begging him to just put his cock in already?"
There's a moment of quiet where the only noise is Childe's thrusts. Xiao presses his lips together and covers his face, trying to hide whatever expression he has on right now.
"It's even worse, isn't it?" Childe spanks Xiao's thigh, trying to elicit a response out of him. "Fine. Choking you while you deepthroat him. Praising and treating you like an animal. Is that what you want? Do you want him to piss on you? Even drink it, too? Maybe that's mild. Maybe you want to be a public urinal for every man Zhongli will let this greedy hole have. Come back to him all covered in cum but begging only for his dick." Childe takes Xiao's cock, stroking it roughly. He's gonna leave right after he busts this one, so he might as well get Xiao off another time. "Fuck, I'm close. Turns out your filthy situation's turning me on."
"You were the one doing the dirty talking." Xiao responds.
"Then dirty talk to make up for it." Childe groans, his fingers making his way to Xiao's tip, rubbing circles into the flesh. "What do you want him to do?"
"That. That and more."
Thoma x Ayato
Thoma was in a board meeting, the only servant in it.
“Thoma. For the fifth time this month, you’ve committed insubordination within the group.”
A tall young man dressed in a suit, lacking the jacket, laughed as the man said that. His face was filled with a cocky, overconfident expression. He sat with one leg over the other.
“Yes, yes, I know, no one knows the rules better than me.” He laughed again, a mischievous smile on him stood still, ignoring the remarks of the man in front of him.
“And yet why do you still choose to break them?“ The same man asked.
“Boredom. Also because I know there’s not really anything you can do about it in the first place.”
“What makes you think I won’t?“ The man asked. “Thoma, you do know that you aren’t the one in power around here, right?”
“Of course I’m not,” The servant smirked. “That’s what makes it so fun.”
The advisor sighed upsetedly. “It’s not me you’ll have to deal with when word of your activities get out. It'll be Master Kamisato!”
“Of course, I’m not dumb. If anything, you are, thinking that I’ll let anyone say a thing.”
“Just wait until I tell Master Ayato about this! Look, he’s here right now!”
A young man, a little older than Thoma, came into the room. His hair was tousled, his shirt hastily buttoned up. He exuded an air of importance and dignity.
“Ayato!” The advisor said, hastily. “Thoma has done it again! He's broken all the rules another time. I told you we couldn’t have a servant in our midst, but here he is once again, making trouble!”
“Thoma?“ Ayato asked, voice crackly, throat drowsy as well. Regardless of his current state, he let out an aloof chuckle.
This blue-haired man was tall as well, and he looked extremely strong.
A look of flushed concern crossed the advisor's face. “What’s wrong, Master Kamisato? Sorry for calling by your first name, you don’t deserve that disrespect, no matter how urgent the situation.”
Thoma laughed behind the advisor's back.
“Hello, Ayato.” He said, waving to the blue-haired man. A smile found its way to the Kamisato's face.
"Hello, Thoma~" Ayato teased, walking towards the aforementioned servant, opening his arms to reveal bruises that pressed against his body, specifically his throat.
"Like seeing your handiwork?" He whispered to Thoma, drawing a shocked gasp from the entirety of the board.
Shit, seeing memories of last night had Thoma feeling that uncomfortable tightening.
The advisor whipped around. “Thoma, if Master Kamisato's current state has anything to do with you, I will literally-“
“Oh, I have everything to do with it, I assure you.” He stated.
Ayato laughed as Thoma said that, a thin line of conspiracy connecting the two.
“On the table.” He told Ayato.
“Here?” The Kamisato smirked. "Does them watching turn you on?"
“You're acting like it doesn't do the same for you. Table, now.” The servant said, his lips twitching upwards in excitement.
Ayato moved to the table slowly.
"Your dick isn't spent yet?"
“Not with you walking around with these," Thoma muttered as he pressed his thumbs upon Ayato's collarbones with a vengeance. "...like a slut.”
"Oh? But you covered me up with them." Ayato proceeded to tease, wrapping his arms around Thoma's neck and whispering in his ears, "You're as much of a whore as I am."
Thoma was in a board meeting, the only servant in it.
He didn't care.
The servant ripped the pants off his master, while hastily unzipping his own right after, only to dump Ayato right on the meeting table, and shove a very hard cock into a very tight asshole.
The result: Kamisato Ayato fucking came.
Original character:
"Please, not my tits," Cory begs, crying while some guy ruts his cock against them. His holes couldn't take it anymore. He watches all those other people fucking, all the other boytoys getting dick, and here he is, actively deprived of it. No one's even cumming in his throat, or on his face, much less his ass and his pussy. He was gonna cry. Actually, he already did cry. He begged Elysium to please fuck him already, and he said no.
And grabbed another boy, and made that bitch cockwarm him.
Is he not pretty enough? No, he knows he's pretty. All the girls at his school told him he was. But what if these guys want something else? Cory tries to not look at Elysium, with that slut (Cory is too envious to refer to him with any proper names) on his dick, delirious from just cockwarming him.
"Please, just use my holes, I'm begging you." Cory says to the man helping himself to his tits. "Please!"