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11 years ago
Since it’s been a long time since I uploaded a story, and because my current work schedule doesn’t give me a lot of time to write longer stories, I thought it might be a good idea to open up for free, short requests. Basically, I’ll write a scene for you (a couple of paragraphs).
All I need is the following information from anyone interested:
Theme: Whether you want it relatively tame or frighteningly extreme. Basically, will the result you want end up General, Mature or Adult.
Description (Optional): A sentence or so roughly outlining the scene you had in mind. Please keep this short and concise.
Kinks: A list of the kinks that you want to show up in your scene. I’ll do my best to be accommodating and to include all of them, or at least as many of them as I can.
I’m open minded toward many different kinks, but I won’t write anything involving vomit or scat. At the moment, I’m also going to restrict requests to male/male content.
The idea for this came from
aekrilos, who is doing something similar.
Example (Courtesy of
makootter )
Theme: Adult
Description: Armadillo gets stuck in the mud, calls for help but his friends have other plans.
Fetishes: Mud, immobilization, humiliation, teasing, camera
“C’mon guys, this isn’t funny!” Josh muttered, flushing beneath his scales as he tried again to pry himself upright. The thick, sticky mud would have been hard enough for anyone to get out of though, and the armadillo’s armoured back made things even worse. Whenever he tried to move, the gooey ooze seemed waiting to squish in around him, sucking around his back and pressing against his shoulders.
“Are you kidding?” Ryan asked. The slender fox’s muzzle exaggerated his grin, especially with his canine tongue lolling slightly in the afternoon heat. Kuba, the tiger standing beside him, didn’t show off his amusement as dramatically, but one look at the slight smile of the smug feline’s face was enough to let him know how likely either of his friends were to help.
“Try rolling into a ball,” Ryan suggested, and both of his friends laughed at Josh’s growl of protest.
Finally, as the slimy mud started to seep over Josh’s shoulders, Kuba carefully edged out onto the log that Josh had already fallen off of. The feline’s balance was a lot better than the armadillo’s had been though, and the improvised bridge barely shook as the tiger laid gracefully down above Josh’s slowly sinking body, reaching down to run a finger across Josh’s chest.
“Funny how your belly is so fluffy when you’ve got such a scaly back,” Kuba purred, and Josh felt his blush deepen until he was sure the tiger could see it easily. Rather than helping Josh escape, Kuba’s hand was gently stroking his stomach, and when Josh tried to reach for it his back sank even further, leaving him wondering exactly how deep this bog was.
If the tiger noticed Josh’s growing peril, he didn’t show it. Instead, the feline’s strong paw kept on stroking Josh’s fur, sinking lower and lower until embarrassment started to crowd out Josh’s alarm.
“Uh… I don’t think that you’re… Ooohhh…”
“Make sure you get this on your phone,” Kuba said to Ryan with a smirk, petting the armadillo’s sheathe as Josh’s erection began to grow.
“You guys… suck…” Josh gasped.
“Sucking can be arranged,” Ryan called from the bank, and Josh flopped back in the squishing muck with a grunt, unable to escape from his humiliating predicament, and no longer sure if he even wanted to.
All I need is the following information from anyone interested:
Theme: Whether you want it relatively tame or frighteningly extreme. Basically, will the result you want end up General, Mature or Adult.
Description (Optional): A sentence or so roughly outlining the scene you had in mind. Please keep this short and concise.
Kinks: A list of the kinks that you want to show up in your scene. I’ll do my best to be accommodating and to include all of them, or at least as many of them as I can.
I’m open minded toward many different kinks, but I won’t write anything involving vomit or scat. At the moment, I’m also going to restrict requests to male/male content.
The idea for this came from
aekrilos, who is doing something similar. Example (Courtesy of
makootter )Theme: Adult
Description: Armadillo gets stuck in the mud, calls for help but his friends have other plans.
Fetishes: Mud, immobilization, humiliation, teasing, camera
“C’mon guys, this isn’t funny!” Josh muttered, flushing beneath his scales as he tried again to pry himself upright. The thick, sticky mud would have been hard enough for anyone to get out of though, and the armadillo’s armoured back made things even worse. Whenever he tried to move, the gooey ooze seemed waiting to squish in around him, sucking around his back and pressing against his shoulders.
“Are you kidding?” Ryan asked. The slender fox’s muzzle exaggerated his grin, especially with his canine tongue lolling slightly in the afternoon heat. Kuba, the tiger standing beside him, didn’t show off his amusement as dramatically, but one look at the slight smile of the smug feline’s face was enough to let him know how likely either of his friends were to help.
“Try rolling into a ball,” Ryan suggested, and both of his friends laughed at Josh’s growl of protest.
Finally, as the slimy mud started to seep over Josh’s shoulders, Kuba carefully edged out onto the log that Josh had already fallen off of. The feline’s balance was a lot better than the armadillo’s had been though, and the improvised bridge barely shook as the tiger laid gracefully down above Josh’s slowly sinking body, reaching down to run a finger across Josh’s chest.
“Funny how your belly is so fluffy when you’ve got such a scaly back,” Kuba purred, and Josh felt his blush deepen until he was sure the tiger could see it easily. Rather than helping Josh escape, Kuba’s hand was gently stroking his stomach, and when Josh tried to reach for it his back sank even further, leaving him wondering exactly how deep this bog was.
If the tiger noticed Josh’s growing peril, he didn’t show it. Instead, the feline’s strong paw kept on stroking Josh’s fur, sinking lower and lower until embarrassment started to crowd out Josh’s alarm.
“Uh… I don’t think that you’re… Ooohhh…”
“Make sure you get this on your phone,” Kuba said to Ryan with a smirk, petting the armadillo’s sheathe as Josh’s erection began to grow.
“You guys… suck…” Josh gasped.
“Sucking can be arranged,” Ryan called from the bank, and Josh flopped back in the squishing muck with a grunt, unable to escape from his humiliating predicament, and no longer sure if he even wanted to.
The wolf grunted and tugged on the otter’s small ears, feeling a surge of arousal flush through his body at the muffled whimper the bound male choked out around his thick cock. He loved it when they struggled, and even after almost three days chained to the wolf’s bed, the little otter still had a bit of fight left in him. Not that the wolf was taking any chances: with the otter’s arms cuffed tightly behind his back and a wide O-ring gag forcing his muzzle open, a bit of helpless squirming and squealing was about as much of a protest as the otter could put up.
It was hot though, and as the wolf’s cock thrust back and forth over his new slave’s tongue he could feel his knot starting to swell. The otter could feel it too, and the slave’s green eyes were starting to look a bit desperate as the base of the wolf’s dick grew thicker.
“Remember what happened last time boy?” the wolf growled, and couldn’t keep his tail from wagging at the way the otter’s whimpers became frantic. The dominant canine had never had never fucked someone’s muzzle with a ring gag before, and neither of them had been expecting his knot to leave him tied there… trapped by the same ring that kept his slave’s mouth open, with his throbbing cock pushed all the way into the otter’s throat. The feel of the muscles there trying frantically to swallow had made it hard to calm down enough to pull free too… fortunately, the otter boy seemed to have pretty good lung capacity.
Not this time though, the wolf thought. The otter gave him a grateful, adoring look as he slid his dick free, but looking down at the sweaty, naked male, the wolf didn’t feel inclined to let him off so easily. The wolf’s genuine smile at the slave’s show of obedience took on a crueler aspect, which was the only warning the otter got before the pre dripping from the wolf’s cock was replaced with a golden stream of piss. It wasn’t hard to aim with the otter’s gag holding his muzzle in the perfect position, but the wolf made sure to that at least some of the urine splashed over the otter’s face and chest, showering the humiliated slave and marking him for the property that he was.
“Plenty more where that came from,” the wolf promised his gagging victim, but before he could decide what he was going to do next, the canine was interrupted by the sound of knocking at his apartment door. Frowning, the wolf wiped off his dick on the shuddering otter’s muzzle and left him kneeling there, pulling open his apartment door just as the guy outside started to turn away.
The wolf has seen the coyote a couple of times before, a college student or something that lived in the flat across the hall. The sandy furred canid’s tail had a tendency to wag when he looked at the wolf, and the wolf had caught him sniffing a couple of times as well.
“Hey, I was just wondering if you guys could be a bit more… quiet…”
The coyote’s voice trailed off, and his big ears flattened as his eyes took in the wolf’s naked body, and the wolf’s grin widened at the way the smaller canine stared at his thick, still dripping erection. Oh yeah, the guy was definitely interested in what the wolf had to offer, and the dominant alpha had never been one to leave an omega waiting for that experience.
Instead of answering with words, the wolf took a quick glance down either side of the hallway, reaching out and grabbing the coyote’s shirt as he tried to step away. There was nobody around though, and he wrapped a hand around the coyote’s muzzle to muffle his panicked yelp as he roughly pulled him into the apartment, kicking the door shut behind them. Fuck the little bitch was a handful, squirming and yelping as the wolf wrestled him across the living room and into the bedroom, where the canine’s struggles slackened slightly at the sight of the bound otter, still dripping with pre and wolf piss.
A second was all that the wolf needed. The muzzle he grabbed off of his desk fit into the coyote’s mouth before he could protest, and the straps dug into his fur as the wolf tightened it. The boy still had some fight left in him though, and as he gagged on the rubber between his jaws the wolf had to punch him in the stomach to stop his scratching. That shut him up, at least for a couple of seconds, and by then the gag was locked in place and the wolf had gotten an arm around him, holding him more or less still while he pumped the bulb attached to the gag, making the cock-shaped plug inside the coyote’s muzzle inflate until it pressed down his tongue and muffled his cries pretty much entirely. The ‘yote kept trying to reach up to pull the gag out too, which made it easier for the wolf to force him onto his knees and to catch his hands behind his back, locking them together with a set of padded cuffs.
“Damn boy,” the wolf panted, stepping back and grinning at the coyote, who was staring up at him nervously and breathing hard through his nose. The guy’s tail might have been rammed between his legs, but the bulge in his pants was giving a different impression. “Thought you wanted quiet,”
The gag muzzled whatever reply the coyote might have made into an adorable whine, and the coyote let out another one as the wolf stepped closer, pressing the tip of his cock against the shaking canine’s cheek. The wolf smiled at the way the smell made the coyote’s eyes shut and his nose flare. Well if that was how it was going to be, the coyote had stumbled into the right alpha’s den… Grinning, the wolf grabbed the coyote by the scruff and shoved his muzzle under his thigh, rubbing his sweaty fur against the coyote’s nose and feeling his knot swell at the way it made the guy shudder and groan. The cool nose felt amazing against the alpha’s musky balls, and with his mouth full of inflated rubber, the coyote had nothing to do but breathe it in again and again.
“That’s the smell of your Master, slave,” the wolf growled as the coyote inhaled again. “And by the time I’m done with you it’ll be the only thing that’ll make you hard.”
The coyote’s tail started to wag against the floor, filling the alpha with pride as he looked down at his slaves and imagined what the future would hold for them…
Description: A lynx goes out for the night, heading to the local club. He meets a few friendly furs there who he agrees to go home with and gets so much more than he bargains for
Fetishes: Bondage, chastity, master/pet play, humiliation, camera
(Thanks for the chance ^w^ I love all of your work)
The lynx gave a shiver of excitement as the leather mitt was pulled over his hand, forcing him to close it into a fist as the wolf tightened it around his wrist. The soft, padded leather felt surprisingly good around his hand, too thick for his claws to scratch through, too tight for him to be able to slide it free. He’d never been in fist mitts before tonight, never really dabbled in any kind of bondage…
The almost inaudible click of a padlock being snapped shut made the lynx purr helplessly. He was completely powerless now… he had never dreamed that it would feel this good.
The wolves seemed to share the feline’s excitement, if not his inexperience. There had been three of them at the club, practically a whole pack, and they had definitely been on the prowl. It had only taken a couple of minutes for the canines to begin teasing the lynx and flirting with him, pressing their muscular, leather-clad bodies against him on the dance floor and whispering suggestions into his tufted ears that had made him blush, and had left an embarrassing bulge in his pants. After a couple of drinks, he’d been eager to go home with them, and when they wrapped a blindfold around his face and told him what they wanted to do, he’d found himself grinning instead of protesting.
That had been before they’d cupped something cold and hard around his sheathe, something slippery and metallic that had trapped his cock in an increasingly warm, increasingly punishing prison. He hadn’t complained then either, not with another wolf hugging his slender body from behind and nibbling gently at one of his ears. The unusual sensation of having his arousal pent up and denied was a new one for him too. Groaning and biting his lip as one of the wolves caressed his balls, the lynx was pretty sure that he liked the fist mitts better. He was even surer that nothing he said or did at this point was going to get the chastity device off…
“On your knees, bitch,” One of the wolves growled, and the lynx whimpered as strong hands grabbed his shoulders and forced him to obey. He didn’t need to be forced though… he wanted to obey them. The wolves were pulling something else over his face now, thick and heavy and leathery. The last things that they lynx heard before the padded hood muffled his hearing entirely was the unmistakable sound of a camera, and the barking, eager laughter of his captors.
Much better then I expected~
and my favorite of yours has to be "A Different Present"
Thought "Tight Spaces" was a good one too ;)
Description (Optional): Puppy pet resting with his Master. Master talks to his pet about general situation and what is in store later, with some light play happening ( fondling, licking, bj etc.)
Kinks: Pet play, bondage (def leash and collar), chastity, musk, bj and licking, prehaps watersports.
With a sigh of satisfaction, the folf’s master sagged back on the couch, loosening his grip on the leash and panting as his thick erection twitched with the aftermath of orgasm, dribbling out a few strands of thick, musky cum as the black lab closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath. Hexyc was glad for a chance to do the same, and to lick off some of the sticky mess that his master had left on his face. The folf’s own partially aroused dick, trapped by a cage of steel bars, was still dripping pre onto the floor, but no matter how horny he got, the folf had learned that his own pleasure came second, if it came at all.
The labrador’s blue eyes opened, and he gave a gentle tug on the folf’s leash, pulling the already tight collar even firmer around his neck. He didn’t need to be told what his owner wanted, any more than he could stop his own tail from wagging behind him as he leaned forward and started to lick up the few drops of cum he’d missed off of his master’s still erect cock. The folf loved that taste, masculine and musky, and he could have happily breathed in the scent of his owner’s balls for hours. Right now though, his master was still sensitive from his orgasm, and after letting the folf’s gentle tongue sweep away his cum he reached down and patted the folf’s head, pushing him away at the same time.
Obediently, the folf curled up to lie down on the floor at his master’s paws. A part of him wished that he could reach down and jerk himself off, longing for his master to unlock his chastity device and free his hands from the leather paw mitts he was wearing. Another part of him wanted to join his master on the couch rather than lying on the cool cement of the playroom floor. Those parts of him seemed smaller and smaller, almost like they were someone else’s voice instead of his own. The leather paw mitts were his mitts, the furniture was for people, not for pets…
The lab’s paw kicked his side lightly, and with a grin the folf rolled over onto his back, letting his master’s foot rub across his belly, scratching lightly through the cyan coloured fur and making his tail thump against the side of the couch. This was what he was, and this was where he wanted to be… If he was good, his master might take him for a walk to the club down the street, or let him drink from the toilet instead of his water dish. If he was a really good dog, his master would even need to use it first. Letting his tongue roll out the side of his muzzle, the folf barked happily and lost himself in the belly rub, letting his mind fill with bliss as second thoughts melted away.
“Good dog,” his master said, and the folf knew that it was true.
Description: Musclegut Hyena decides to prey on a cute coyote after hours in the gym locker room , noticing the boner the latter would sprout on seeing him towel off.
Kinks: Humiliation, noncon/dubcon, musk/sweat play, facesitting and forced rimming.
Enjoy.
Good to see my little weekly romps are catching on for others ;>~
Thank you for the idea, it seems like a good way to inspire myself to write more.
The canine’s tail swept between his legs as the hyena grabbed his chin, his hand still holding the damp, sweaty towel he’d been using to wipe himself down. The potent, sour smell made the coyote’s nose burn, and his ears flattened at the fangs revealed by the hyena’s deep throated growl.
“You’re always staring at my ass,” the hyena grunted. “It’s why you fucking come here isn’t it?”
“I-I’m sorry!” The coyote whimpered, only to hesitate in shock as the rumbling growl changed to laughter… raucous but without any obvious anger.
“Sorry?” The hyena asked, and grabbed the coyote’s shoulders with his strong hands. “It’s too fucking late to be sorry, so how ‘bout a closer look instead?”
Moments later, the coyote landed on the floor on his back, gasping in surprise and blinking up at the massive body looming over him. He only had time for a single yelp of protest before the hyena dropped down onto his knees, his weight squashing down over the coyote’s face and muffling his call for help with a face full of thick, sweaty fur. The weight of the aggressive male was unbearable, smothering his muzzle and crushing him against the floor as he struggled desperately.
“Sniff my ass like the dog you are!” the hyena growled, and with a helpless whine the coyote obeyed him, his head swimming as he inhaled, almost gagging at the sour, reeking stench of sweat and musk. It smelt horrible, he couldn’t breathe under the smothering weight of the hyena’s ass, and the worst part was the feel of his erection slipping free from his sheathe, and the rumbling laugh that the sight of it drew out of the hyena. “What a fucking slut. Since you love my asshole so much, you can lick it too. Better hurry pup, you’re not getting any air until I cum…”
Theme: adult
Description: Basically this pic http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12125726/ . Sok is the tiger and Jon the otter. Alex is the mouse, me :3. All 3 are friends and decide to tag team Alex on that table.
Kinks : foot fetish, socks, oral, swallow, foot job, orgasms, gag.
“Oh he likes it alright,” the otter said, and Alex blushed at the reminder that his other friend was sitting there and watching the tiger hump his face. “But I’ve got something that I think he likes even more.”
The mischievous tone of the otter’s voice made Alex nervous, but his friends didn’t leave him in suspense for long, and when the otter’s foot pressed softly down on his balls, Alex felt a surge of arousal flood through him, making him groan around Sokatak’s cock while the tiger purred contentedly. The otter, unfortunately, knew exactly what he was talking about, and as the smooth, slightly damp sock began to rub gently over the mouse’s erection, concentrating on what the tiger wanted became almost impossible.
Fortunately, the tiger didn’t seem to mind, and his thrusting was taking on a much more frantic pace as the mouse moaned and sucked on the feline’s thick manhood, his body tensing on table as Jon’s other foot slid beneath his cock and lifted it into the sock that was rubbing it The weight of the otter’s feet squeezing his dick and and the feel of those strong toes curling around the mouse’s shaft left him groaning.
“Bet he’ll cum before you do,” the otter teased, and Sokatak growled impatiently in response. Squirming underneath the otter’s feet and panting around the tiger’s erection, Alex shivered at the excitement building within him, and thought with a thrill of humiliation that the otter’s bet was probably a safe one.
Description: Two dragon brothers (big dragon brothers) decide to team up on a poor little.... errm dog, yeah dog seems okay.
Kinks: teasing, soft vore, denial, foots (sure why not), Size difference (obviously), and while we're at it full body licking (in lack of a better term)
“I love it when they squirm,”
The scarlet scaled dragon let out a rumble of amusement as the soft body under his clawed foot shivered and pushed helplessly against his enormous weight. There was no way that the dog could escape, and by the time any of the pathetic furry inhabitants of the distant village worked up their courage to check on the missing shepherd, the two dragons would be long gone.
“A good brother would share his toy,” the second dragon grumbled. Smaller and drabber coloured than his sibling, he had always envied his brother. At the moment, he was making a poor show of indifference as he stared eagerly at the bits of fur visible beneath his brother’s foot. “Or at least let it breathe…”
The bigger dragon grinned toothily, but he had to admit that his sibling might not be entirely wrong. The small canine’s struggling was getting weaker, and despite the thrill he got at imagining the dog suffocating under his sweaty claw, there were more amusing ways to deal with the little mutt shepherd, and ways that wouldn’t leave his brother bitter and jealous.
“Fine, but it better not get away,” he rumbled, slowly lifting his foot and revealing the panting dog. Despite his words, the miserable creature didn’t even try to run, he was either too stunned or too much in awe at his captors’ magnificence to attempt to escape. Aside from a few torn scraps of cloth around its waist, the dragons’ rough treatment had destroyed the rest if the dog’s clothing.
“Please! You can have the sheep!” The dog whined, and the two dragons smiled at each other.
“Hear that brother? I love it when prey knows its place,” the larger dragon said happily, leaning in to take a closer look at the whimpering dog. “Care to help me reward our generous little morsel…”
“About time,” his brother growled, but the smaller dragon was grinning too now.
The dog’s whimpering turned into a yelp as a thick, slimy tongue swept around his waist. The little creature seemed to weigh nothing at all, and it was almost trivially easy to pull the unresisting canine to his feet. And once he was up, the brothers made sure he stayed that way, licking him from both sides at once and gently ripping away the few scraps of clothing that he had left. The shepherd only moaned and shivered at the powerful tongues pressing down his fur and leaving him slick and dripping with saliva, but as the dragon inhaled, he realized that the dog’s smell had an undeniable hint of arousal in it.
Maybe its infectious… he thought, sharing a look with his sibling as their tongues met around the dog’s body and quivering at the surge of desire that the touch brought out. His brother let out a deep rumble as he noticed, and then closed his jaws around the panting dog.
“Greedy,” the bigger dragon growled, but when he pressed his snout against his brother’s the other dragon opened his jaws willingly for the kiss. Arousal flooded through the dragon’s body as the siblings’ tongues twined around the struggling dog, but his little brother’s breathless moan turned into an angry growl as the older dragon pulled the little canine into his own mouth and tilted his head back to swallow. The squirming body sliding down his throat felt incredible, but wasn’t nearly as satisfying as the look of outrage he got from his brother.
“Delicious,” the bigger dragon bragged, shuddering happily as his meal reached his ample stomach. “Now what will I have to do to make it up to you?”
Well what can I say other than thanks for the free stuff and great work, I'd really love to see even more from you in the future.
Don't worry, I haven't forgotten yours. Expect to see something posted within the next 24 hours. :P
Description: A dog is getting abducted by a native tribe who drug him up (so he stays horny) and then start to torture the poor mutt.
kinks: Bondage, figging, slavery, torture and milking all in the nice atmosphere of a ritual sacrifice (just without the sacrifice).
Just wondered if you still do these, if not then just ignore this^^
This time I'm encouraging people to incorporate characters from the stories I've already written though, so if that gives you a different idea or if you just want to replace the mutt or his captors with a character from one of my longer stories, I'm sure I can make it work. :P