Questionably-blue - Call Me Blue

monster with cum that 'sets' so your body can absorb it, leavin you walking around with a heavy, just slightly wobbly belly as the hard jelly like cum sits inside you...

The tragedy of my life is that I keep acquiring and displaying fetish art and having to be corrected by my friends.

Most recently, a friend came over my house and saw my computer background and went, "Wow, um, I didn't know you were into that." To which I look at the picture of the well drawn muscular female minotaur in historically accurate Greek clothing and I start geeking out about how I love the detail the artist did with the clothing and I point out the period appropriate folds and pins, how the artist even inserted the native plant that was used to dye the clothing this particular shade in the background, and even how the belt has technology AND historically accurate weaving patterns on it.

Then I start explaining how I love the muscular choices of the minotaur, that I was so impressed with the artist's anatomically correct depiction of the muscles converging into the neck. That many people get an upright cow's neck wrong because cow's don't have collarbones, so it can be very difficult to merge the upper arms and a chest of a human with a cow's body. I draw her attention to the beautiful way they've merged the pectoralis major so smoothly while also staying true to how muscular they've depicted the rest of the body.

I finish up with my thoughts on the artist's bold choice to depict the minotaur as a female, and despite the underlying themes of a minotaur being violence, child murder, strength, and muscles. I segue into how unlike bulls, cow are perceived as mothers. That they are the major source of milk in human culture, and that idyllic depictions of them in a field usually depict calves frolicking nearby, yet the minotaur kills and eats children.

I finish and there is a long pause.

"Urban, this is fetish art." and she takes me to the artist's twitter and god dammit it's fetish art, not a bold statement on cultural perceptions of women and violence throughout history. I have been tricked again.

ughh imagining getting knocked up with eggs but it being slow…

i feel each and every single egg pass through my dripping cunt, pushing my walls apart and pressing up against my cervix, where it seems like ages for it to pop into my womb… all i can do is keep my legs spread open as i desperately whine for it to go faster, but there’s no relief for me, my clit throbbing and my mind completely fogged over as i pant, the sensentsrion of it all being too much for my little body..

whatever is breeding me is cooing me by petting my head and playing with my tits to give me some stimulation, but i can’t cum or that would make it only take longer for the egg to get to my womb, and i have a whole clutch i need to carry! i need to just be a good incubator and edge until i’m properly knocked up…

when an egg finally does pop through into my womb i let out a cry of relief and shake, only for another egg to come down and start the process all over again <3

ughh I’ve been in such an Eggy™ mood recently 😩

Being caught and overwhelmed so quickly you don’t even have time to feel afraid before something throbbing and delicious has been shoved into your mouth and gushed an aphrodisiac down your throat. In no time at all you’re spreading your legs unprompted, drooling around your gag, eyes glazed, humping and twitching and moaning on nothing. An ovipositor or tentacle is shoved inside you, not quite roughly, just practically. It’s a good thing nobody is around (you think) because you’re making a complete fool of yourself, not even able to feel humiliated anymore. Moaning and whimpering like a mindless animal while it pumps away inside you, reaching deeper and deeper with every thrust. It keeps feeding you its aphrodisiac slime and you keep taking its pounding with rolled-back eyes and an arched back. Your body won’t stop spasming around it, overcome with pleasure, the tip of its ovipositor bulging in your stomach. You’re dripping with arousal and its slime. Fertile and full. Begging it to breed you, to give you what your body needs so badly.

Then it stops, buried as deep inside you as it could get, your insides stretched so wide around it you couldn’t close your legs if you tried, bent in a humiliating position that would be very uncomfortable if you weren’t blissed out of your mind.

It removes its organ from your mouth and shifts its weight, lowers itself down to the perfect angle to fill you. It makes a sound like a groan and then it starts swelling even more inside you. You gasp and claw at the ground and drool as it fattens up inside you, and that’s when you feel something even wider press against your entrance. You can feel the ovipositor inside you flexing, pushing, and with a pop, the round object breaches you. It’s the size of a normal bird egg, but it’s squishier, easier for you body to take. You feel it pumped along the ovipositor, stretching out your walls even more, and then plop into you, hot and wet. Followed by another. And another.

It doesn’t take long till you’re cumming from overstimulation and how fucking good it feels with every egg, your mind a little bit broken, babbling senselessly till the creature stuffs something else in your mouth - another tentacle, fingers, a tongue - to shut you up. You start feeling full. Then stuffed. And then it’s unbearable and your body can’t stop seizing up, can’t stop cumming, can’t stop losing its mind over how it feels to be used and bred so thoroughly.

You’ve almost passed out by the time it shudders with that same groaning noise and suddenly a gush fills you up even more, spilling over and warming the eggs plumping your gut, pumping and pumping into you without pause like a hose. When it finally drags its ovipositor out of you, you hazily expect everything to gush out of your ruined hole, but it doesn’t.

Later, much later, after someone finally finds you here, swollen up till you look pregnant and still trying to spread your legs, you’ll realize it will be quite a while before you’re able to push out those eggs. And when you do, you’ll be cumming with every. single. one. again.

being strapped to the underside of a dinosaur (or dragon or centaur or --) and just. left there, cock deep inside you, twitching and moaning but not really able to move other than how you're bounced when they run, so deep they'll never slip out, slowly filling with more and more cum as they leak into you until you're swollen like a balloon and every bit of grass brushing against your belly makes you twitch and squeeze again --

I love being tied up so I'm on my tiptoes, struggling to keep upright with the tip of a huge dildo in my cunt and nipple clamps pulling my tits upwards. the second my legs get tired and I have to put my heels down for a break, I'm met with my nipples being pulled too far to the ceiling, a vibrator pummeling my clit and a cock far too big buried deep in my pussy

'if it starts to get too much, you can always try getting back on your tiptoes darling. or is my little slut incapable of controlling her own body as soon as she starts getting fucked like the whore she is?'

leave me there for hours as I go between wobbling on my aching legs, and my nipples being tortured whilst I cum over and over

"my son turned out fine"

ma'am, your son has been dead for years. i'm the demon that pilots his corpse, and he's fucking gone. you might have broken him, raised him wrong and made him confused and fragile and hollow, but i cored him. i slithered for years through the dry ventricles in his empty heart, i fantasized with his tired brain, i coiled around his soul and seduced him and owned him. the second he got away from you and could finally stop struggling, he practically gave himself to me. being dead on his feet already, it was deliciously easy for him to accept the death i promised him. i ripped apart everything that made your son himself, keeping what suits me and forgetting what doesn't, and i wear what he left behind like a favourite outfit. his body's not even recognisable, either- not only has it been used, claimed, and marked by lovers you'd call dangerous, but it's been estrogenised, changed so thoroughly that the tattered scraps of his soul don't recognise it as his anymore. because it's not, because it never really was. because it's mine.

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.

the wizard's new toy

cnc, free use, somnophilia

imagine a depraved wizard trapping the nerve endings of your genitals in a magical fleshlight; it’s essentially a portal to your sweet little hole that they can use whenever and however they want. you still feel all of it, and it takes you by surprise every time they decide to play with their toy. they carry it around with them everywhere, and no matter how far apart the two of you are, they always have full access to the hole that belongs to them.

you could be sleeping, and they’d use the fleshlight to wake you up by gently licking and sucking all the spots that make you go wild, teasing you until you’re fully awake, making you reach the edge of an orgasm first thing in the morning. or you could be running errands around town, or out with your friends, and they’d fondle and finger you before fucking you good and proper. you’d blush and try to close your legs as if that’d stop them; you’re completely helpless against their power. no matter how hard you try to hide the fact that you’re being railed within an inch of your life, you can feel your arousal building and your desperation getting worse and worse. 

some days they simply use the toy for their own pleasure, completely ignoring your needs, before tucking it away, leaving you needy and leaking. sometimes they make you cum again and again because the toy feels so wonderful clenching around them, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it…

That mating pressed bunny post has stuck with me too much... Could you share any other mating press related thoughts, please?  🥺👉👈 I'll lose sleep over them for sure... (might have to hecking commission you for something along those lines bc whew 🥵)

Hmm hmm let’s see I happen to have another monster fucking draft that includes mating press.

I was thinking earlier about secretly getting bred in semi-obvious areas. Going to hide in a closet (for whatever reason) and finding that something’s nesting there in the tiny, pitch black, space—likely deep in a rut. It pulls you closer and buries you in its nest of random clothes and blankets. Unable to see, suddenly your pants are gone, your hips are propped up nicely, and your legs are pushed back before you feel the monster’s hot and heavy cock sink into you.

Before you can moan or even yell for help, its tongue is down your throat and its hips have met with yours, its balls against your ass. You struggle beneath it stuck in such an intimate mating position as it fucks down into you. Fearful of what’s happening until it cums and you’re filled with a comforting warmth. Thick, sticky, warm, cum rushing from its cock to fill you up.

Nobody notices you being silently ravaged in the closet for hours. Laying there hazy and unaware that you’ve been rapidly impregnated. Messy hole spilling onto the nest and still getting stuffed as the monster adds to its litter…