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[whoslaughingmeow]

Choose Flavor of Garbage: Cat (pictured), Dragon or Shark

Choose if you want a pure thread or not.

Reply and I'll come up with a scene and everything?? I can do the work I'm a big boy

I'm bored help

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[earlgreyme]

[He's trying to grind and force that knot in, then.

She didn't have to tell him even once, so certainly twice.]

[extractionfiend]

Oh, God...! The dragon was bad enough! [ She doesn't sound like she's hating it, though. ]

[earlgreyme]

I-I'll be worse!

[Weird pride time! And he's forcin' it. She said use the strength, afterall.]

[extractionfiend]

[ She'd laugh and remind him that the 'dragon' was referring to the rumor about him being "the reincarnation of Balance Dragon," but she's kind of... busy... being taken aback by going from full to fuller. ]

Damn.

[ If her thighs weren't being pinned by his bulk, she'd cling. As it is, she'll just kind of... claw at the desk. Which will make those tendrils around him—all of them—tighten in response. ]

[earlgreyme]

[He really, really doesn't want to admit his mind is pretty much entirely full of thoughts of 'procreation' atm, but his face probably says it all. Which is why he's tugging and grinding that knot around, his breathing getting faster and faster.

And then it's happening, as he hits that nice O. There's a lot, and that knot is doin' what it's supposed to do, so uh. Hope you like cuddling, Kuga. And wow, there's a wolf-like noise coming from him.]

[extractionfiend]

Ah, my... It's... been a while since the walls have had a fresh coat of paint.

[earlgreyme]

[Give him a second, it's bestial after-glow, and all.

He's still kinda grinding and tugging, too.]

D-do you have to put it that way?!

[extractionfiend]

I don't have to... but I want to. [ She puffs out. ] Additionally, I wouldn't get too invested in the idea of being able to wring it all out in one go.

[earlgreyme]

I'm not invested in that idea!

[He totally is.]

[extractionfiend]

The way you're still grinding it into me says otherwise.

Ah... It really did fill me up, though... I'm pretty sure I felt it go all the way back to my womb.

[earlgreyme]

[...Oh.

Oh he did that.

He's having a little bit of a horrible realization.]

Oh.

[extractionfiend]

Mn...? What...

[ And that's when she moves enough to realize exactly what a knot does. ]

... is it.

[earlgreyme]

Your.. womb.. [He's remembering THERE WAS NO PROTECTION INVOLVED, AS FAR AS HE KNOWS.]

[And that, too.]

A-ah.

[extractionfiend]

[ ... ]

First thing's first. Exactly how long are we stuck like this for?

[earlgreyme]

I-I don't know!

[V I R G I N.]

It's not like, even when I.. have personal time, I do it like this!

[He can't masturbate with those huge meaty paws, Kuga.]

[extractionfiend]

[ Okay, he's... kind of freaking out. Let's this of wh--Oh. ... Oh. ]

Flip us over, then. I can't bear your weight forever... even if I might have to bear other things in the near future.

[earlgreyme]

[He looks like he might have a heart attack, at that last sentence.

He does flip them, though.

He's like a damn desk himself. If you could move, you could probably roll over on him and not fall off.]

P-please do not joke about that..

[extractionfiend]

[ God. Talk about unfair. It's going to kill her, knowing about this and having to keep quiet! ]

Who's joking? Isn't it still in there specifically to make sure that happens?

[earlgreyme]

[Doctor Mayfield knows!]

I-isn't it difficult for that to happen on your end, or something?

[Don't you FEED like this?]

[extractionfiend]

Just how old do you think I am, boy?

[earlgreyme]

Not like that!

I mean, d-don't you feed off this! Shouldn't it be harder, then?!

[extractionfiend]

Oh... So you really do know what I am. [ Just what is that a touch of in that tone? Not exactly "bitter," but... ]

You're wrong, though. It's not that I feed off of. If it was, I would've been satisfied with earlier. It's the energy. Which is why I brought the tendrils out again.

That said, I'll be having it now.

[ Yes, she said "itadakimasu." Just before, you know. Having those bad boys flare up and sap whatever beastly vigor he had left. Gotta strike while the prey is weak! ]

[earlgreyme]

Say w-

[Oh hello going limp.

Well. His body. Part of him is still pretty tense.]

Guh.

[extractionfiend]

Tch. Even that won't do it, huh.

Oh, well. I suppose there's nothing wrong with taking a break. A breather for a breather...

[ You can relax now, those tendrils are retreating. Or maybe you can't, since she seems content to settle on your chest with something like a contented sigh. ]

[earlgreyme]

It's hard to overcome biology.

[At least he's too tired to panic now.

Probably.]