Ughh I’ve Been In Such An Eggy™ Mood Recently 😩

who craves being a gloryhole. who would give anything to have their legs strapped open and to the wall, giving anyone access to their pussy and ass and made to do a full shift on a busy Saturday night. Just two faceless holes, no better than a fleshlight. Don’t you want to lose count of how many men have used and cum in you?

Just read episode 51 and that was hot as hell. Especially the way she fucked herself on his cock and ground that flare into her cervix to stop him going soft and his cum leaking out of her.

Thank you so much!

Would love to see something where she ends up being strapped to him again as a breeding bitch for him or other centaurs, and eventually with her pregnant belly hanging down too.

Kabr0z Writes Episode 81: Alternative ending

This story won't make sense if you haven't read episode 51!

And here's the rest of the anthology!

CWs: Noncon; kidnap; forced impregnation; freeuse; belly riding; Lots of the same issues as the first iteration. Please look that one over, if it's too heavy this one will be too

A/N: Think of this as a "What If..?" for episode 51. I'm not sure which will wind up being canon if I agglomerate a universe around this, but it doesn't really matter either way

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You solicited the help of a centaur to escape a city. It was a desperate gambit, strapped to the underside of a half-horse half-man to slip by the gatehouse through the one un-warded route out.

He never met back up with his partner, diverting South into the woodlands. He ran for miles with you suspended under him, his gargantuan cock softening and slipping out of you within minutes of leaving the city walls. A trail of cum leaked from you as you struggled under his belly. The knots were tight, the ropes stout. Every move you made only served to bind you tighter.

Eventually he stopped running, alighting on a stand of dark oak trees, sheets strung from tree to tree making up awnings. His home. He never bothered to remove you.

Day after day, he'd take you. Every time would start the same, that cock would start dangling below you. You were helpless to do anything but watch as it slid out to its full length, dangling below the centaur's knees. He'd let it hang there a moment, steaming in the cold winter air.

Slowly, it would harden. Thickening from the base downwards. Swinging up towards you over and over, slapping against your belly. Every swing hit your cunt, slinging a thread of sticky precum at you as it slapped your flesh. Over and over it would swing, the flared tip engorging with each stroke. Sometimes he's get too stimulated from just slapping his cock against you and a gout of cum would erupt from him, covering you and dripping onto the dirt floor.

Today was not one of those days. Today he wouldn't be satisfied with anything but your cunt. You felt him grab the ropes, leaning back to haul you towards his front legs so when the pendulous cock swung up the tip threatened your hole, slicking it with precum. He stepped up to a fallen log, bracing you against it as he swung into you again, pushing the flare into you. You were well-used to the thickness of it by now. That didn't stop it making you gasp as you felt it wedge you open. It wasn't as hard as the actual shaft of his cock, but it was as thick as both of your fists held together. Firm, with just enough give to avoid doing serious harm to you, the flare held him into you. He thrust. The weight of his body pressing you down into the rough bark of the log. The cock forced itself deeper into you. You stifled a sob as it bottomed out on your cervix, then pushed harder, sliding past and into the fornix. Here he rested a moment. The flare pressing into the very back wall of your pussy.

You tried to catch your breath, feeling the cock stretching you, pressing into your guts. The centaur shuddered slightly, the wobbling motion shaking him inside you. You whined as the cock shook you to the core. He grunted, seemingly taking your noise as a challenge as he pressed you back against the log, bracing your chest into it as he thrust in harder, forcing you back down towards his hips. You felt him stretching you, pushing the limits of your depth.

You felt his sheath. The very base of his cock. He started galloping. The movement shook you, rubbing his member against your insides. Faster and faster he ran, leaping boughs and streams until he stopped.

With a howl, he came. You felt it, the familiar pressure of the cum flooding you. You could feel yourself bloating. The force of the cum fought the still almost-hard cock occupying your quim. He flopped out of you, the cock still standing strong as it pointed instead at your dangling face. A rope hit you, painting you in the strong smelling seminal fluids of your kidnapper. He wasn't done yet. More came, painting your belly, then still more, squirting onto the ground before the dripping mass of cockmeat started to recede back into him.

Weeks passed, every day bringing more attempts to flood you with his seed, some more successful than others. One day you could deny it no more, your belly was growing. He didn't feed you enough to grow fat, even with your now sedantary lifestyle. There was only one explanation.

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One of these days, I'll get the drop on these things. Until then, I'm gonna be pulling more late nights.

Semi-unrelated, if you're in the UK and have £10 to spare, you can get a subscription to the National Theatre's streaming service. It's pretty good

Inside the Mimic

This story was inspired by this picture.

Content Warning: dub-con, monster sex, tentacles, aphrodisiac

I'm so stupid. We've been in the dungeon for days now, trying to find anything valuable. But we haven't found anything good yet. So when we got to a big cave, we decided to split up to cover more ground.

First, we went in pairs, but the cave was so massive that my partner and I decided to search a big ruin separately and meet outside of the structure either when we found anything or if we searched everywhere without finding anything.

And then there was this room that looked pretty good, still. It had some furniture, some silver cutlery that I put in my bag to sell. I searched for any threats first, of course. So when I saw that chest... I didn't think much of it.

So stupid.

I opened it without checking it first and... it was already too late. One tentacle shot out, wrapped around my mid-section and pulled me in. I couldn't even scream before it closed above me, trapping me in the darkness.

My flailing arms and legs were soon held still by more tentacles. And now here I am, incapacitated. Will this thing kill me?

I stopped struggling, to try and preserve energy. But when I feel tentacles slither into my clothes, I try to get away again. Pointless, of course. The tentacles push my shirt and vest off and do the same with my pants and underthings.

I notice a difference between some of them. There's smaller ones that work almost like fingers and - fuck! One just wrapped around my right nipple. Fuck. They're not going to...? Are they?

There's thicker ones, like the ones holding my arms and legs. They're strong, I can't escape them. I feel another small one slither around my left breast. The tip starts teasing my nipple and they get hard, to my humiliation.

The space is tight, my legs are folded, but the mimic still pries them apart with the tentacles. This thing has done this before, it must have.

The tentacle that slides between my legs is slippery, unlike the others. I know what this means. I know why this mimic has lubed up tentacles. It doesn't go for my pussy and I clench my ass against it, trying to keep it out. But it's useless. The slippery thing pushes past my asshole. Just an inch and it stops, keeping my ass spread around it.

I moan, "fuck!". I've never had anything up there. It feels better than I thought. But my hole isn't used to the intrusion and I'm sure it's only able to get inside so smoothly because it is so slippery. I feel every bump and ridge as it slides deeper after a moment. The tentacle get's thicker, too, spreading me even more.

My hips start moving on their own, trying to get away. Away, of course. But the tentacle is relentless. It goes deeper and deeper and I feel it inside of me deeper than I thought possible. I sigh in relief when it stops. I'm so stuffed.

The tentacle just stays there, not moving. A moment later, one of the small ones slides between my legs and starts teasing my clit and another one, a mid-sized ones, nudges my pussy.

"No! No, fuck, no!" I scream, but a tentacle sides into my mouth and gags me. It's moving slowly in and out, never leaving my warm mouth as it's companions start rubbing my clit and my cunt and all I can do is moan and wriggle.

My ass is so stuffed and I scream around the tentacle in my mouth, when the one at my cunt starts pushing inside, slowly, so slowly, filling me even more. All my holes full now.

It's torture, how slowly they're fucking me. The one in my cunt moves so slow, I feel everything. How my pussy is starting to get so wet it drips out of me. How my ass clenches around the intrusion. How good the tentacle in my mouth tastes. My nipples are pulled and played with.

It feels like an eternity until, finally, they pick up speed. Not much, but enough to provide at least some stimulation other than clenching around the intrusions in my body. I'm panting into the darkness.

I shouldn't enjoy this, but I do. The torturously slow fucking I receive is better than nothing. We haven't found anything in this damned dungeon. My fucking partner jerks off every night, grunting and groaning, making noises that, in turn, make me wet but he's been denying me, telling me it would only strain our 'partnership' - leaving me wanting.

And now, these long and thick tentacles that penetrate all my holes feel like heaven. Fuck. I even enjoy the one in my ass. The stretch should hurt, it's much more than I shoult be able to take for my first time getting fucked in the ass. But whatever makes the tentacles slippery is making me horny and wet and desperate, too. Must be aphrodisiac. I'm hot, my nipples are straining and my back arches, trying to get more friction.

The mimic must be picking up on my desperation, because it starts fucking my holes harder, faster. Pulling out of my ass as the other tentacle is slamming into my cunt and pushing deep into my ass when the tentacle in my pussy pulls out - only to repeat.

I'm sure I'd be begging and sobbing if there wasn't a tentacle fucking my throat, pumping me full of whatever aphrodisiac the damned thing is producing. It tastes so good, like candied fruits and heavy mead.

I need to be fucked like this. I need it.

And just when I fall over the edge, holes clenching violently around tentacles, spine bowing, the mimic is thrown open and not only my partner, but a whole dungeon party look down on me. Stuffed airtight as I am, my screams muffled as my ass and cunt are pumped full of cum. So much so that it starts gushing out. Obscene noises echo in the room.

They're all watching me clench and mewl, some horrified, some amused and even aroused.

"You really are such a whore" he mutters, but starts rummaging around his pack for some glass vials. "At least mimic cum has a good market value. I've found us a party for the way back, by the way."

Asshole.

My thighs quiver. The tentacle in my ass still pumps cum into me, I'm drained and, judging by the looks of my partner and the others he's found, I'm going to be used as a breeding bitch to this mimic until we're out of the dungeon.

The thought sends me into another orgasm, which triggers the mimic to pump me even more full and my eyes roll back. I notice that the party shuffles around, lifting the mimic while I'm still impaled and captive in it. They're taking the whole thing, I think.

Nobody made any effort to get me out. They really are going to let it fuck me and gather the cum to sell.

[ 18+ content. Dehumanization. Centaur. Human Cocksleeve. Lactation. Hyper cum. Cumflation. Breeding. Permanent Bondage. ]

When you'd read an advertisement to work at a centaur product facility, you weren't quite sure what the job description entailed. When you found out that the job was a full-time position that accounted for room and board, it had you pretty well convinced.

When you found out, it was far too late to take it back.

You awoke with a pinching stretch in your cunt— making you gasp aloud. The sounds were muffled by a gag nestled within your mouth, brows furrowing as you attempted to squirm in your bindings. In a series of tight leather straps, you had been tied beneath the belly of a large centaur. Your back pressed tightly to his stomach, its cock sheathed deep within you, as though you were little more than a cocksleeve for the beast.

Each step it took out of the stable rustled you, shifting you back and forth on it's massive dick. Drool slicked up your gag as you moaned, the flat tip of its cock bullying your cervix with each step. As it headed out to pasture, you suddenly became aware of how exposed you were. Farmers on the plant were about doing their chores, eyeing your bare naked form. Each step bounced your hanging tits, your mewling louder when the centaur picked up pace.

It trotted along, heavy balls slapping against your cunt every few seconds. You clenched each time, eyes fluttering as your brain emptied. The shame slipped away as the cock buried in you began to throb, your hips desperately trying to grind back against the behemoth. Instead of continuing its trot, the centaur stopped, huffing and heaving. To keep you bobbing back and forth, it thrusted forward with brutal force, uncaring towards you and anything other than its own pleasure.

Filthy, wet slapping emanated about the field, attracting the interest of other centaurs. It appeared you weren't the only new toy, all of you strapped in one to a centaur. Each of the other toys' bellies bulged with each thrust, the massive cocks of the centaurs far too much for the average human. Some of them had obviously been around longer than you— some dripping milk from their tits, and some bloated, cunts dripping with several loads of thick, potent centaur seed.

Your centaur began to shudder, thrusts growing more desperate and uncoordinated. Already accepting to your new role, your heartbeat sped up, eager to take the beast's cum. As you cried out into your gag, he finally came, continuing to haphazardly thrust as your cunt was filled up. It didn't take long at all to expand your stomach, making you feel full and dizzy.

Before long at all, you could hear the squelching of the centaur's cum leaking out of your hole, only serving to slick up the slap of its nuts against your clit. Full, hot, and bred, your eyes rolled back as you came, clenching hard on the monster cock filling you up.

Despite your sensitivity, the beast did not care. After finishing its load, it huffed, steadying its back hooves before continuing to plow your cunt— dead set on turning you into the perfect fuckhole.

Like imagine you're my coworker and offer to help me, I just gladly say sure and dont ask questions until you come up behind me and pin my hips to the table and start rubbing me through my pants, shushing me when I try to ask what you're doing and listening as I start breathing heavy and whimpering

Who Knows, Who Cares? (Tentacle Monster) [F/?]

Featured Characters: Female human and a tentacle monster of indeterminate gender. Both are adults.

Description: Agatha has figured out how to conjure an inter-dimensional glory hole and enjoys the variety of monster dicks that come through. On one particular night, she is visited by a tentacle which treats her to an unexpected ending. Contains: Magical Glory Holes, Tentacles, Ovipositor, Egg-Laying, Stomach Bulge, Aphrodisiacs, Masturbation, Sex Toys.

Completion Date: November 7th, 2023

Word Count: 1609

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There really should have been a warning provided about how addictive the spell would be. It was rare that an evening went by where Agatha didn’t activate the portal in all its brightly glowing, pink glory. The position of the other side was random among countless dimensions, its runes designed to be translated for whatever horny beast it appeared before. A hole with unmistakable purpose.

Agatha had made herself comfortable, propped up against her multitude of pillows as she lay in bed pumping a thick toy deep into her cunt. She had learned to loosen herself up a bit before summoning; there was no telling the size of what came through.

The towel Agatha had laid out beneath her was already slightly messy with lube. Wet, filthy noises mingled with her moans, her pussy squeezing around the toy. It was far from enough; she needed the feeling of some faceless creature’s cock throbbing inside her. The heat. The cum. The knowledge that whoever was on the other side only cared about getting themself off. A kind lover was great, but sometimes she craved to just be fucking used.

Needy and whimpering, Agatha used her free hand to trace the spell’s sigil in the air. Her room was bathed in magenta light, flaring as the circle came into existence on the mattress between her spread thighs. She waited a few moments as she continued to fuck herself and bite her lower lip with impatience.

“Please…please…anyone,” she begged, sweat glistening in the garish glow.

There was movement at the center of the circle. Agatha watched as a light blue, shimmering, translucent tentacle slowly began to emerge. It was long, lined with shallow ridges starting at the tip which faded to smoothness about eight inches down. She could see thin, faintly glowing purple veins just beneath the fleshy surface, pulsating rhythmically with the creature’s heartbeat.

Agatha softly gasped, removing the toy from herself and tossing it aside.

“Hello, gorgeous,” she said.

The tentacle felt out her foot, traced her ankle, and began caressing its way up her calf. She trembled as it slid over her thigh and trailed slime. It explored boldly, working inward until it found her pussy. The tip ran up and down the wet, twitching line of it, teasing her folds and making her achingly empty hole quiver.

“There it is,” she encouraged, though she knew she went unheard. “Mmm, there you go.”

Agatha expected to be swiftly filled as was typical of tentacles. She was used to such roughly-pumping appendages. For one to finish only for another to come through circle. Sometimes leading to being stretched around a deeply writhing mass of multiple; always leading to ending up leaking cum.

Instead, she watched as the end of the tentacle opened up into a sort of small, toothless, slick-dripping mouth. It latched onto her clit seconds later. Her head tossed back in time with a sharply sucked-in breath that released alongside a moan. A tight, warm, sucking sensation had the whole of her lower body shaking.

“Ngh—what are…fuck!”

The tentacle was relentless, ravaging Agatha’s clit. A tingling sensation spread out where it was attached. She felt the pleasure growing as it traveled down her legs and up her torso. It was a near numbness to all but where it mattered; she was hyperaware of her cunt. Leaking, twitching ceaselessly, on fire. She moaned louder and distantly wondered—but hardly cared—what the hell was in the tentacle’s fluids.

With her weak fingers gripping the sheets, Agatha lost herself to the intensity. Her hips squirmed and bucked. She cried out mindlessly, without words. Getting her clit sucked had never felt this good before. The constant action and whatever influence she was under had her head swimming and floating.

Agatha convulsed as she came, clit pounding in its confines. The tentacle continued to suck. A delirious giggling started to break up her wild moans. Waves of a prolonged orgasm crashed into her until she arrived at a second, near-blinding peak. She wailed, feeling fluid gushing from her, soaking the towel beneath her. It was only then that the tentacle released.

Panting and whimpering, Agatha tried to right herself in her own mind while her body screamed for more. Her clit felt more swollen than it ever had been, hot and throbbing madly. Her pussy was in much the same state as the last of her release dribbled out of her. The break didn’t last long. Seconds later, the tentacle was teasing aside her sensitive folds to find her hole.

“Ohhhh…oh, my—GOD!”

The word was punched out of her as the tentacle slammed in. Her pussy took it easily. Almost greedily; sucking it in and squeezing enough to practically conform to its shape. Her legs snapped open wider despite not needing to accommodate a body between them. It was a reflex. Instinct. Silent begging for a deep fucking. The tentacle quivered before beginning to thrust.

Agatha moaned as she felt the tentacle swell slightly inside her and increase its girth. The ridges ground into her as her insides pressed against it. Her heart hammered in her chest, echoed in the pulsing of her stretched walls. A mix of her fluids and the creature’s made a mess of her hole, audibly spurting from her with every plunge.

The pace became crazed. A rough, quick pounding. Agatha whined, breaths gasping from her open mouth. The frantic undulation of the tentacle was mesmerizing. She watched it reel back and slam forward, oozing along its entire length with some natural lubrication. Her pussy clenched, milking it; she needed that cum. The creature began to throb hard inside her, the veins glowing brighter.

But all at once, as the tentacle fully sheathed itself and stilled, Agatha knew something was different. Round shapes were visible in the inner organ as they travelled along the slick, twitching length. She barely had time to process it before the first popped into her. Eggs, her hazy mind supplied. The thing was laying eggs inside her. It should have scared and disgusted her, but it felt amazing.

Agatha’s gaze fixated on the monstrous appendage lodged in her cunt as she was filled with countless eggs. She could feel each one moving through the tentacle before joining the rest in a rapidly growing mass. There was no end to them in sight. Breathing hard, she watched her stomach start to bulge with them.

“Fuuuuuuck!” she moaned, eyes rolling from the alien sensation.

More and more eggs pressed in and filled whatever space they could find, clearly an amount that another of the creature’s species was designed to take. What did it know, or care, about human limits? Agatha’s belly distended; round, heavy and strained. She moaned and shook with ecstasy, but the mounting danger won over her greedy pussy.

“S-stop can’t—ahhh, take anymore!” she cried, doing her best to reach for the tentacle and possibly pull it out.

Luckily, the creature seemed spent. With a few final twitches, it slithered out of her. Agatha panted, half hoping that she would feel that delicious mouth on her clit again. But instead, the magenta light faded.

The tentacle was gone.

Agatha lay there for a while with her stomach full of eggs, whimpering as they shifted with her heaving breaths. They needed to come out. But first, she needed to cum. Her used body ached for it; the monster aphrodisiac pumping through her was the likely culprit, keeping that incessant pulse in her cunt despite her situation.

She reached for her vibrator that had miraculously stayed on her bed through her thrashing. A buzzing sound filled the air as she turned it on, angling it around her belly to rest on her still-pounding clit. The pleasure was a shock and she choked on her moan.

Agatha’s thighs trembled, pouring sweat. She gasped as something moved inside her. One of the eggs pushed through her passage, squeezing out of her hole with a wet pop. And damn did it feel good coming out. A second followed it, making Agatha whine. She continued to tease her clit, moaning as more eggs parted her twitching folds and gathered on the bed.

Heat engulfed Agatha’s pussy; everything—inside and out—throbbed hard. She had been filled to bulging with cum before, reveled in feeling copious seed dripping down her legs as she limped to the bathroom to deal with it. But nothing would ever rival these eggs; the stretch of them as her hole’s ecstatic twitching squeezed them out. They started to come faster, lining up so one could begin its exit right after the last.

“Mmmm! Keep coming…keep coming,” she chanted, grinding the vibrator harder against her clit. “Fuck, fuck—ahhhh!”

Nothing could have prepared Agatha. As she came, a flood of eggs escaped her. Quick, rhythmic expulsions in time with the rapid clenching and releasing of her insides. Her hips rose off the bed from the sheer, intense pleasure of the sensation, heels digging into the mattress. The eggs landed beneath her, plopping wetly onto the saturated towel. She kept cumming, a string of orgasms brought on by that sweet stretch.

Agatha dropped, empty—as far as she knew. She lay among a mess of fluids and monster eggs, her stomach having returned to its normal size. Her body still buzzed with the small amount of aphrodisiac still in her system and she mindlessly pawed at her sopping cunt, jolting with pleasured aftershocks and moaning weakly.

Somewhere in the haze, she resolved to find a way to make the spell locate the portal somewhere of her choosing. Now that she had just begun a list of creatures she wanted to revisit, after all.

End

Masterlist

portal fleshlight situation but with an ovipositor with a knot.

Since it’s spooky season. I’m fantasising about trying on some cute halloween costumes by my mirror, when suddenly I feel myself being groped by an invisible force.

I feel my tdick being rubbed through my clothes and a cold hand sneaking up my shirt. I gasp and try to struggle away but before I know it, I’m being lifted off the ground. My costume is ripped off and I’m left helpless and exposed as invisible fingers start feeling my cunt.

I let out an involuntary moan as the fingers slip inside and start pumping in and out. My wet cunt starts to make sloppy sounds as another finger is added and before I can even process whats happening, I feel the unmistakable press of a cock at my hole.

I regain some sense and try to struggle out of the grip I’m in but it’s all in vain, the cock pushes itself in, as deep as it can go. My eyes catch the mirror I was posing in and I can only watch as my cunt clenches around seemingly nothing.

The invisible creature begins to thrust, almost lifting me up and down on its cock. I can’t help myself and begin to moan, the pace picks up. I feel its fingers find my dick once more, it starts rubbing circles while it thrusts. The feeling is near overstimulating and I’m practically shouting in pleasure.

I can feel myself building up to orgasm and I’m unable to care about the strangeness of the situation, desperately, I chase that relief. I take another look in the mirror and the sight of my dripping cunt stretching around this unknown appendage and my cock seemingly jerking on its own pushes me over the edge. I yell and shake as pleasure overwhelms my senses, vaguely I can feel the thrusts getting harder and faster. I cum hard on the invisible cock and not long after I can feel a cold liquid unload into me.

I’m shaking as I’m slowly lowered to the ground. The cock slides out of me and I see my own wetness along with an unrecognisable substance pour out my hole. Dazed and confused, I lay on the floor and hope that the creature comes back some time soon.

Late night kinky thoughts let's GOOO!

You know that idea in fantasy or sci fi where there's like portals that allow you to be played with no matter where you or the other person are? Turning a cutie into a fleshlight for someone to jack off into even if they're just walking down the street, feeling themselves getting stretched and filled by someone fucking the portal connected to their holes.

The twist on it I can't help but think about is some cute little thing getting one of those made for a friend or partner to use. As a gift to help them unwind and relax, a little bit of kink play with those they trust. A fresh flightlight attached to their hole. But...when they get home from the store they can't find the package.

They have the receipt, sure. And they swore it was with them on the way back home. But somewhere in that trip it must've fallen out of their bag. Maybe they should retrace their steps to look for it? Check the trains lost and found? Did they leave it at the coffee shop they popped in to?

And then they feel it. Some stranger's tongue tracing their hole. Struggling with that unexpected sensation. Someone found their toy...and theyre using it. They have to find them soon and get it back!

That poor cutie going from rushing around retracing their steps as that damned tongue refuses to stop. To begging the workers on the train and at the coffee shop if they remember anyone with the package as they feel those fingers pushing into them and exploring. To covering their mouth in the bathroom stall struggling to remain sane as that massive cock so much bigger than their friend or partner stretches them to their absolute limit, using who knows how many loads of cum already pumped into them lube to core them out and ruin them. Slowly accepting that this is their fate now, to be a toy for some unknown person to use~

Monster that fills you with a mating plug so the cum doesn't leak out

yessss I do love mating plugs ngl but consider this; a mating plug where only the mate can dissolve it, so they can go back in and keep refilling and refilling until you're all full and sloshing but when it finally comes to laying they drag their heels so you have a tunnel packed full of eggs squirming and begging for them to dissolve the plug so you can finally get them all out but they love rubbing your over-full twitching belly and watching you howl in pleasure so much they make you wait and wait and wait