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Yet more Free Requests (Closed and Updated)
11 years ago
Yes, I'm opening for a another round of free short requests and suggestions. Like the last time, I'll be providing a scene (a few paragraphs) based around the outline that you give me to work with. I'll be working within the theme you give me off the top of my head and what ideas my mind comes up with, so please don't ask for the request to include any specific character.
Species and basic physical details are fine, but a request for a story about Gene Ric the Unicorn-Wolf Sparklehybrid (Copyright Random Furry) may end up being written about a generic (see what I did there?) wolf. Mostly this is because a few paragraphs isn't a lot of space to include a lot of personal details about the characters involved.
This time, so that those who see this later aren’t disadvantaged, I’ll be picking 4-5 requests more or less at random (though with a slight bias toward more creative or interesting ones) out of the requests I receive. After this has been up for 24 hours or so, I’ll update the journal with a list of which ones are going to be done this round.
For added (and valueless) bonus points and extra chance for consideration, consider using the following Theme Fetish: Scent Play and/or Theme Species: Lion
After some random shuffling and weighting a few really interesting sounding ideas, the following five people's requests have been selected, hopefully as work allows they should all be done in a timely fashion:
aekrilos
makootter
kln
masada
lynxer
Thank you to everyone who submitted their kinky ideas. :P
Species and basic physical details are fine, but a request for a story about Gene Ric the Unicorn-Wolf Sparklehybrid (Copyright Random Furry) may end up being written about a generic (see what I did there?) wolf. Mostly this is because a few paragraphs isn't a lot of space to include a lot of personal details about the characters involved.
This time, so that those who see this later aren’t disadvantaged, I’ll be picking 4-5 requests more or less at random (though with a slight bias toward more creative or interesting ones) out of the requests I receive. After this has been up for 24 hours or so, I’ll update the journal with a list of which ones are going to be done this round.
For added (and valueless) bonus points and extra chance for consideration, consider using the following Theme Fetish: Scent Play and/or Theme Species: Lion
After some random shuffling and weighting a few really interesting sounding ideas, the following five people's requests have been selected, hopefully as work allows they should all be done in a timely fashion:
aekrilos 
makootter
kln
masada 
lynxerThank you to everyone who submitted their kinky ideas. :P
Description: Follow a certain lynx through his day as a puppy/maid to his grey wolf master
Kinks: Bondage (light-extreme), teasing, humiliation, chastity, puppy play
Can't wait, I always enjoy your work ^^
As the lynx squirmed into his cushion, the wolf smiled at his purr, and reached down to fondle the thick metal cage locked around the cat’s sheath and balls. The touch sent a shiver up the lynx’s spine, and he quieted down immediately, looking longingly at his owner as the wolf’s key poked into the lock and flicked the chastity device open.
God, how long had it been since he came? Ever since he’d signed the contract, the days had sort of blurred together for him. It had been long enough, that was easy to remember, and the lynx couldn’t keep himself from whimpering slightly as the cool air of the cell brushed against his sweaty fur and his half-hard cock flopped into his master’s view. The feel of his master’s hand touching him almost brought tears to his eyes, and he spread his legs with a horny moan.
“Good slaves deserve a bit of reward,” the wolf growled, and the thick fingers were stroking his cock, making him shiver and curl his toes. “The living room was very clean when I got home today, and you made my favorite dinner…”
Pre trickled down his shaft as the wolf’s words washed over him. The lynx barely heard them, his concentration was locked on the growing heat in his body, the tingling in his hips and chest, and the eager ache of his dripping cock. It had been so, so long…
The wolf’s hand stopped, and the lynx’s yowl made the dominant canine chuckle and reach down to pet his chest gently.
“On the other hand, I don’t think you cleaned the bathroom today… and you barely licked my paws at all when I came home, did you?”
The lynx shook his head and bit back a reply that he would surely have regretted. He’d cleaned the bathroom only yesterday! And he’d licked the wolf’s paws for at least two minutes, sweeping his tongue between the sweaty toes and… had he licked the second paw? Or just the one the wolf had offered him? He hadn’t licked his master’s boots, but surely he wouldn’t…
The wolf’s fingers teased his cock again, and the whimpering lynx watched in horror as his owner began to get up. He tried to hump the wolf’s hand, tried to thrust against the air, anything to cum. He knew his master would put the cage back in the morning, knew it would be at least a month before he got another night without it. He shook his head pleadingly, shame and humiliation filling him at the way his distress made his master’s tail wag. No No No No No
“Yes,” the wolf barked, interrupting his thoughts, and as the lynx whined the wolf stepped jauntily out of the room, closing the door behind him and leaving the whimpering slave alone in the dark: embarrassed, horny, unfulfilled… owned…
Always have a great time reading your work
Theme: Adult
Description: A Lion learns that taking a bet to prove he can keep his mouth shut isn't a great idea, not when his tormentor knows how to play with his body better than himself.
Kinks: Bondage, sensory deprivation + gas mask scent play, edging/teasing, inability to say "stop".
Getting enough air in the gas-mask is a struggle, the thick rubber muzzling my mouth and nose and inflating slightly every time I inhale, until my ears are full of the sound of my breath. It isn’t very loud, not really, but it is just about the only sound in the room, and with my eyes covered and filtered, tasteless air filling my lungs, it somehow sounds louder.
I’ve been on the St. Andrew’s Cross for… twenty minutes? An hour? My spread legs are starting to quiver and I’m letting the thick leather harness squeezing my chest and belly carry some of my weight now, but aside from my growing exhaustion and frustration, there’s nothing to judge the passing of the time. Every minute stretches out like an eternity, sweat slowly trickling down my mane, the weasel’s small, soft hand now stroking my cock so lightly I might almost be imagining it, now cupping my balls while his whiskers tickle the head of my penis and make me wiggle and bite my lip. And all the while my breathing echoes in my ears… inhale… exhale… and thrust impotently as he lifts his hand away and my thighs quiver and twitch.
My balls are starting to seriously ache at this point, and my dick must have dribbled enough pre that I’m surprised I’m not dehydrated. The slender little weasel, with his face-full of piercings and spiked, dyed fur, somehow knows exactly when I’m about to cum, and exactly how long to leave me dry-humping and hyperventilating… eager and unfulfilled, only for his fingers to be caressing me or fingering my ass the second I start to calm down. He said he was a cock-tease, and I just grinned and told him that my cock loved attention. He told me he would make me beg, and I looked over his shoulder, across the room decorated with bondage posters, graffiti and punkish looking “art”, to where the St. Andrew’s Cross stood with a little stuffed otter in a tiny leather hood dangling from a noose beside it. Sure, I’d replied, and he must have known I wasn’t convinced, because he’d asked if I cared to make a bet about it.
What was the worst that could happen? Maybe I was just feeling horny and submissive, or maybe I just couldn’t believe how cocky a guy who barely came up to my stomach sounded about his ability to control me. He told me if I said a word, I’d have to stay the rest of the weekend. I would be his slave, wear what he wanted me to wear, do what he ordered me to do… I just shook my head and asked what was in it for me. He said if I orgasmed without speaking, he’d let me have the dildo he’d shown me on his phone back when we’d been flirting at the bar. Well, he’d been flirting, I’d only gone home with him because I was lonely and none of the muscular cats and beefy bears I’d gone to ogle had looked my way.
And so I’d just laughed and nodded and snorted when he wanted to hold onto my keys. Have to make sure you keep your end of the deal, haven’t broken you in yet, he’d explained. I only laughed and let him pull the harness over my chest and stomach, wishing I didn’t have the pudge his fingers tickled, barely even paying attention to the locks that clicked shut in the cuffs and gas mask, or the thickness of the ropes he used to lash my body to the X-shaped cross. An hour ago? I wonder helplessly, sucking in a sharp breath as his fingers slide into my asshole and wiggle slightly. It has to be longer than an hour…
“Was that a cry for mercy?” the weasel asks, and I realize that I can’t actually tell if I made a noise when his fingers went in. I know I want to now, as they slide in further and his other hand wraps around my cock and strokes hard, almost sending me over the edge, but pulling away just in time to leave me dizzyingly aroused and almost hyperventilating. “I can stop now if you want me to…”
“No!” the word is out of my mouth before I’m even aware of it, and I don’t even have time to bite down on my tongue before the weasel’s hand is back on my cock, stroking me firmly until my balls feel like they’re on fire and my body is quivering against the St. Andrew’s Cross. I don’t even care that I have to be his slave now, that I’ve given away two days of my freedom, and that he’s going to humiliate me and make me regret that I was ever stupid enough to follow him home in the first place. All I care about is that I’m finally going to cum, and that his hands are drawing out the orgasm that my body has been aching for god only knows how long.
And then his hands stop, and I thrash against the unyielding restraints and wince at the way my balls throb and roar as loudly as I can, a deep, leonine roar that the gas mask barely muffles. Frustration and anger and deep, unbearable, pathetic horniness burn through my body, until at last I sag and let the cuffs and harness hold me up, trying not to weep as his fucking fingers brush over my dripping cock and start to make my body tingle again.
That’s when the smell hits my nose. Thick, musky and sulphurous smelling stench that gags me and seems to slam me back against the cross. It’s the weasel’s scent, but as I try not to breathe and my eyes water I don’t understand how anything could possibly smell that strong. It’s like my nose is buried in his ass, pressed right up against his scent glands, and for some reason the idea of nuzzling his tight little ass makes me purr and drip even harder than before. I’m so horny now that I barely even try not to inhale the stinking musk, and each frustrating touch of his fingers hits me like an electric shock.
My head is swimming at this point, hips jerking into the weasel’s hand and each breath feeling hotter and thicker, but it’s not until the weasel speaks again that I realize why.
“That’s my ass your breathing tube is up now kitten,” he accompanies the words with a playful tug against my balls that almost makes me buck and climax then and there. “And if you don’t cum before you pass out, than I might just keep you a little longer than the weekend you promised me. Of course, you can beg me to stop now, but if you do, I guarantee these little balls are gonna be sore for the rest of the weekend, ‘cause I’m not giving you another chance to jizz.”
I’m confused and purring and gasping for each musky breath and his hand is still teasing me, and I can’t understand why I’m not begging him to let me go. Common sense is screaming at me to make him stop, but the thought of surrendering without a fight, and the thought of being left hanging here until my erection fades and my fucking balls explode make me bite my tongue. It feels like hours, and at the same time it seems like only seconds as his hands tease and my breathing grows ragged. And as my head spins and my heart pounds, another stench joins the first one, a nauseating reek accompanied by the loud sound of farting, and I realize with a last tired whine that the last thing I smell before I pass out is going to be the cocky bastard’s farting in my face…
And when I wake up, he’s going to own me…
And I still won’t get to cum…
Might have to drop on in and read this one a few more times later ~
Description: A certain sayian lupine encounters the hardest challenge of his life... a slave that refuses to obey.
Kinks: Bondage(extreme), teasing, chastity, puppy play, sensory deprivation, scent play, gags, and transformation(Super Sayian version of me)
Description: A wolf gets in over his head when trying to bed a lynx with an ass that just won't quit.
Kinks: Dom/Sub, Role Reversal
Description: An African civet pledge infiltrating a rival lion fraternity gets caught... and taught a lesson.
Kinks: Improvised bondage, humiliation, scent play, paddling, imminent oral sex, dubious consent
The room was a narrow one, crowded by a pair of couches set facing each other, and sweltering from the massive fireplace set into the far wall. Steam billowed around the room, making the wooden walls drip with perspiration. The lions were dripping too, almost a dozen of them crowded onto the grimy leather sofas that might have been comfortably shared by half that number. The first thing he noticed, aside from the smell, was that all of the guys looking hungrily at him were naked.
“Caught him snooping around upstairs,” the lion holding him growled, spinning the nervous civet around to show off of the logo on the back of his t-shirt. “Fuckin MU again,” the lion added, his claws poking into the civet’s shoulders. “This is the second one this week.”
“Gotta love frosh week,” one of the guys on the couches chuckled, “Toss ‘em in then, gotta let the newbies get their paws dirty,”
With a panicked yelp, the civet was half dragged, half thrown into the room, landing heavily across the sweaty laps of a couple of lions and squirming as their tickling hands spun him onto his belly and wrenched his arms behind his back. Blushing, trying to find somewhere to put his head that wasn’t between a lion’s sweaty thighs, he didn’t realize what was happening until the duct tape had already wrapped a few times around his wrists and ankles, tugging painfully against his fur and limiting him to pitiful squirming that made the lion’s laugh and purr. Rough hands were groping his ass and stomach, pulling at his shirt and tugging his round ears.
“Stop! You can’t-” he started to shout, only for a sudden, sharp pain to snap through his ass as a wooden paddle smacked heavily against his rump. Another pair of hands wrapped around his muzzle, and a third hand clenched in his mane and drove his muzzle down into a crotch that smelt like it hadn’t been washed in weeks: sour sweat and old cum and piss, paired with the fresher musk of the lion’s thick cock, dribbling pre onto the civet’s nose as he gagged and squirmed.
“If the little fucker opens his mouth again, stick your dick in there,” one of the lion’s grunted.
“Why wait? Little cocksucker probably wants it anyway,”
“No need to rush mate,” the first lion replied, wrenching down the civet’s pants and pulling up his tail so that his rear was naked and vulnerable. “Let’s see how many whacks it takes to make him beg to suck you off…”
“Why not make him beg to suck the whole house off instead?”
“Now you’re talking,” the first lion purred, smacking the civet’s rump hard enough to make him flinch forward at the sudden pain. “If he does a good job of it, he might even convince us to let him go afterwards…”
Description: Lion hunter gets captured by a tribe of gorillas in the jungle. Gangrape hijinks ensue
Kinks:
species: lion, gorilla
sex kinks: gang-bang, non-consensual
bondage kinks: rope or vine
other/fetish: tribal, worship (muscle, paws or cock), nipple play
Now they were deeper in the shadowy, dripping forest than anyone in the lion’s tribe had ever been, and the larger trees were crudely marked with the same dyed red spirals that decorated the gorillas’ own fur. More of the giant apes were appearing from out of the mist, grinned and joking with the two carrying the lion as the growing mob headed into a spacious clearing. The sight of the gorilla standing at the centre of it made the lion’s mouth gape. It wasn’t the hugely muscled body, the black and silver fur daubed with ochre and draped with ornately carved stone beads… it was the gorilla’s massive, flaccid cock and the pair of balls bigger than the lion’s fists. As the lion stared in a combination of anxiety and awe, the other gorillas approached the figure one by one, kneeling and lifting up the heavy cock to kiss its foreskin. Most of them were aroused when they did it, all of them grunted and grinned when their chief replied to their submission by slapping his dick across their faces and slapping them playfully on the shoulders before they bounded off to the edge of the clearing, staring at the lion and their chief with obvious anticipation.
Finally, the quivering lion was carried forward, and set down on his knees in front of the chief’s awesome, now partially hardened cock. The gorillas that had caught him at the jungle’s edge repeated the same ritual that the others had, loping off on all fours to the edge of the circle and leaving the naked, helplessly bound lion alone with their chief. The dominant gorilla leered down at him, curling back his thick lips menacingly when the lion started to speak. He wants me to kiss his dick too… the lion thought… and grimacing and closing his eyes, he leaned forward to do it. The gorilla’s hand closed around his chin before his muzzle got there though, and with a quick jerk the chief pulled him forward, toppling him off his balance. There was no way to catch himself, and the lion yelped as his face smacked into the mossy ground.
“Not Worthy,” the gorilla grunted in a rough, guttural attempt at the Lion-Clan tongue, each word a shout, pressing a massive foot over the lion’s muzzle. “You Filthy, Intruder,”
The smell was enough to make the helpless feline gag, seeping into his nose and leaving the taste of unwashed feet on his tongue even though his mouth was closed. Growling and blushing with humiliation, the lion tried desperately to squirm away, only for the gorilla’s prehensile toes to wrap around his nose and snout, burying his nose deeper into the sweaty pads. His eyes widened at the crushing grip and his arms wrenched against the vines restraining him. His growls took on a desperate tone, and he choked out a whining yowl that made the assembled apes roar with laughter.
“Stupid Cat, Stupid Thief. Need Punish…”
At the word Punish, the apes at the edge of the clearing cheered and grunted almost deafeningly. Dazed and trembling, the lion didn’t realize the chief’s foot had loosened its grip until thick fingers wrapped around his mane and yanked his head up from the moss. His eyes were watery, blurring the gorillas crowding in around him and the chief, and his aching nose still couldn’t smell anything but sweat and foot. It wasn’t until another set of hands was reaching underneath his tail, groping his ass and prodding something slick and wet against his hole that he realized what was about to happen to him.
“No! Stop! Pleaas-” Something leathery that reeked of musk was being shoved into his muzzle, muffling his cries as the unseen finger slid, painfully and roughly, into his clenching rear. The chief’s fingers were wiping away the lion’s humiliated tears with surprising gentleness, but there was nothing reassuring about his expression, or about the massive, foot-long cock that loomed in front of the feline’s eyes.
“Stupid Cat Pleases Tribe,” the chief grunted, and the lion moaned and tried to wiggle away as the probing finger slid out and something else pressed up against his slippery ass. Strong hands grabbed the lion’s shoulders as the first gorilla rammed into him, and he bit down on the leather gag and yowled. The huge cock felt like it was splitting him open, and his whole body burned with pain even as shameful, unbidden pleasure tingled alongside that pain.
“Then Stupid Cat Pleases Chief,” the silverback continued, watching passively as the lion groaned and struggled under the weight of the gorilla, wincing at each thrust and groaning. Horribly, treacherously, his own manhood was getting hard, and the lion whimpered at the thought of what the chief’s enormous dick was going to do to him. He wasn’t sure if the fear was worse than the realization that part of him wanted it to happen.
The gorilla smiled at the whimpering cat’s uncertain expression. “Then I Choose Fun Punishment for Kitty,”
Thanks.
Description: Musclegut wolf fucks and knots a slim otter that had been checking him out while in the gym showers
Kinks: Muscles, knotting, rough, , dominance, slight NC
Description: Greaser Panther decides to show someone else the wonder of leather.
Kinks: Humiliation, Leather, PupPlay, Master/Pet, Brainwashing/Hypnosis, Bootlicking
Feel free to do whatever you like.
Description: A cheetah is forced to become dirtier and filthier
Kinks: Musk, Watersport, Filth, Dirt, Master/Per
Rough paws gripped his ear and tugged his head back around, making him yelp and blink nervously up at the biggest guy looming over him, a heavyset bear. The sweat-stains on the guy’s undershirt practically disguised its original colour, and even from a few feet away the sour, sweaty musk made the cheetah’s eyes water. The bear’s hands guided his head closer, and the assembled players chuckled at the way the cheetah squirmed and helplessly tried to turn away.
“Yer owner there says you’re a filthy little kitten,” the bear grunted, pulling down his pants and letting his thick cock flop into the cheetah’s face. The smell made him want to gag, but he already knew what his dominant boyfriend had brought him here to do. As he closed his eyes and shuddered the bear jerked his hips forward theatrically, and the cruel laughter made the slender cat wish that he could sink into the ground. Wincing, he pressed his muzzle up against the bear’s balls and sniffed deeply, shuddering at the way his cock hardened in response to the masculine stench. His master was right about him, but as the cheetah’s tongue flicked out and swept up the bear’s flaccid cock, he wished he’d never shared his fantasies with the crude wolf.
The cheetah was already bracing himself for the bear’s mocking voice, but the last thing he expected was for the guy’s enormous foot to press against his chest and shove him away from his sweaty crotch. For a horrible second the cheetah teetered on the edge of the ditch, and then he was falling backwards, landing in the thick, oozing mud with a splat that splashed stinking water and grime across his white fur.
“Shit, he really is into this stuff boys,” the bear laughed, leering down at him as his fellow players stepped up to the edge of the muddy ditch. “Cover yer shame cub, some’ve us are straight,”
Blushing so hard he thought it’d show through his mud and fur, the cheetah rolled himself over onto his knees in the slippery ooze, his arms sinking down up to his elbows and squishy mud sliding down his back and dripping under his stomach. His treacherous cock was fully aroused, and he knew even before the first camera flashed that his lover was never going to let him live this down.
“Poor kitty,” one of the other players teased behind him, “I’d have let’m suck me off outa pity. Imagine coming all the way out here, gettin on your knees for some cock, ‘nd only getting a sniff from it,”
“He’ll get more than a sniff from my dick,” the bear grunted back. “Wiggle deeper before I stomp you deeper boy, I can still see some white fur on that stomach.”
Groaning, the cheetah flopped down onto his belly with a loud squelch, the mud soft and slick against his fur as he gently sank into it. Even with the humiliation it felt incredible as his cock slid into the gooey mess, the gentle pressure sucking around his balls. It felt almost good enough to make up for the wet trickle that splashed in front of his face, the acrid smell of piss burning his nose as the bear directed the stream of urine across his muzzle and down his back…
It was going to be a messy afternoon…
Description: a Lion is jogging through the park and thinks about... well, the things you think about when you jog. life, the people in the park, the music he's listening to and, of course, his growing exhaustion from the running.
Kinks: inner monologue, exhaustion
A little different, I hope you're okay with that^^
Description: Two guys in a casual setting (video gaming on a couch?). A couple armpit face-mashes later, their friendly relationship is completely changed.
Kinks: Forced armpit sniffing, unnoticed world changes (by victim), dominance/submission
Description: A scientist skunk hypnotizes one of his test subjects (a mouse appropriately), to think their roles are reversed for the day. By the end of it, he's not sure he wants to switch back.
Kinks: Scentplay/paw sniffing, WAM, hypnotism