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The streets of munsel are bustling tonight, such little time for so many trolls hurrying to jobs, lussi looking out for their young on errands, and who could forget the countless assaults on lowbloods by the higher casts and you haven’t even been away from your hideout for ten minutes
Your pusher aches, it longs to jump in and start a sermon, whether to change a mind or even as small as distract such vile from continuing their conquests to make living for anyone under teal a living daymare. However past meetups have proven that multiple sermons a week would be overwhelming compared to splitting them into a few small sessions to be more congestible …along with your mother’s scowlings for you to do them once a wipe after a few too many arrows almost had your head roll off it’s shoulders.
You may not be able to do your sermon tonight, however you're not a being that can stay down for long. You did that for far too long in your past life, so many things to do…or better yet, so many to do in a ribald context. Unfortunately however, getting out from your mother’s sight is one that needs intricate cunning and practice as you learned in your younger years fighting her with a pair of sticks to go outside wasn’t going to cut it.
No, instead you offered to go on some errands with psii, knowledgeable on your plan and thankfully not blowing your cover, but teasing did occur once out of earshot. Psii out of the four of you was the second (no duality reference intended) best at societal situations.
Of course specifically he’s the next best at knowing where to find specific locations for more…self indulging reasons. With no map nonetheless just talk in taverns and his own hyperactive self taking walks around the towns you end up closest to to find them. This one in particular he guaranteed to be one with the least possibility of you getting culled on sight.
“And you're certain these light sources inside will stave off some suspicion to my overall appearance?”
“I went here twithe thign tho yeth for the fourth time twonight it will. Thought you didn’t like beeing treated like a wiggler.”
“Not asking to be coddled psii, trust me, I've dealt with that long enough. just confirmation on these rays so you don’t end up going back to the hiding quarters of an irate partner and livid mother figure for coming back with me in multiple severed body parts and the condense knocking on your metaphorical hive entrance.”
“Didn’t maryam tell you no thermon’th until the next wipe?”
You eye roll oh so casually but enough of a physical indicator for him to take notice.
“But yeah the UV-A’th should make you path for any average lo-warmblood.”
“Should? Forgive me for being skeptical at such loose associated wording that correlates to uncertainty of one’s-”
“Do you wanna fulfill your bucket litht or not?”
You pull your hood further down to hide a flush of color under your cheeks, giving a brief scoff at his perverse choice in language in such a public area despite barely anyone being down this road. He exhales amused at your inability to open your mouth in objection as objecting to wanting certain gratifications of the lingering self indulgent and inappropriate thoughts in your mind would be a falsification.
You're both in front of a six story building establishment. fully black like many buildings around the area, window panels closed and shielded with one large pair of double doors entrance. The psion moves a hand to your shoulder. “Y’suuure we can’t jutht…go together and thay thome thtallth were buthy?” you pat his hand gently. “As entertaining the thought may be, I'd rather not have mother worry too much on an extended absence. Besides, I'm doubtful I'd be publicly decent after this.”
“Tho let’th, i dunno go get em now and come back here?”
“Leaving our bought goods at the front desk is asking for someone of higher status to take them for themself.” he huffs. “Psii,” you eye the thankfully abandoned area before subtly moving your cape to the side enough for the gleam of your scicles to catch his bifurcated eyes. “I’ll be alright.”
“They’ll want you two take thothe off at the entranthe.” he matter of factly responds. You put a hand on your hip and smirk raising a brow. “You don’t think i had a backup plan?” you move a hand to the top of your one piece, opening the top enough to pull out a white thin whistle. His eyebrows fly up in surprise but quickly sighs. “I should’ve gueththed.”
“Should’ve indeed, my friend.” you put it back inside your jumper, petting his cheek softly. “No need to worry.” he nuzzles into your palm. “Yeah well, thomehow i’m thtill a walking lightning rod bounthing off the negative chargeth to my think pan’th mainframe.” you smile, moving his head closer. “And despite myself feeling exasperated by such concern in specific contexts, I can't deny it feels relieving to know how concerned you are for me.”
You give a peck to the bridge of his inhalers, looking around before giving as chaste of a kiss to his lips as you can, needing to pull back quickly because if you don’t you’ll never get inside. You watch him walk off before looking back to tall intimidatingly dark purple doors. You take a deep breath and grip the silver handle, opening the door quickly and side stepping inside.
The room’s dark but the light above illuminates it into a dark purple with blue accenting around it piercing your eyes. Your skin only illuminates a little at the tint of the room, your eyes are the ultimate test. The desk handler upfront busies herself with her work, her iris’s a shade of yellow under the light and her sclera purple.
You walk up to her, before you can even say anything she beats you to it asking “giving or receiving?” in a thick accent you're not too familiar with. You feel your cheeks warm and reply with an off guard “receiving?” she points to a door on your left. “Top three floors are full. Bottom three have some spares; specifically first floor doors five and six, second floor’s doors one through four, and third floor’s have all except seven open. For a whole hour is twenty, added more to the more hours you want, our shortest stay is half an hour worth ten.”
You quickly process her sudden listing before deciding. “I’ll take the sixth room, first floor. One hour.” she turns to pick out a key from the left wall and hands it to you, in exchange for the amount you gave. She points to the wall next to the door, multiple hangers and weapons on and nearby, finding a spare hanger to put your own scicles on. You walk to the door hearing “the empire thanks your patronage.” in an uncaring tone you roll your eyes at before opening the door.
There’s seven doors down the hall, some trolls already in it. Some up near open circular holes in a door’s entrance giving bulge or taking bulge depending, while others on the other wall of the hall either waiting or pailing, probably to stave off the waiting aspect. You walk down head up high, hearing a few footsteps behind you. At the sixth door you turn the key in the lock, open and lock it shut once inside.
Hastily you undress, putting your hood over your outfit only keeping on your whistle. You overhear by an intercom you can hear outside “first floor sixth door is open; receiving only.” A few knocks on both sides alert you to the eight holes, four on each side. You kneel, opening a couple and are introduced to a long thin bulge with a stud on it’s right side from the left wall. You give a tentative lick to the piercing feeling the shiver of the owner through their bulge.
The lighting proceeds into the small room you're in so the bulge is seen as a very light blue, but not blueblood blue. The tip takes a lunge forward to enter your mouth, but you move away teasingly, hearing a faded grunt of annoyance from the other side. You’ll get your hours worth as you go licking and gently mouthing around the bulge before ever so slowly allowing it permission into your esophagus.
Something cold and wet poking your back almost makes you choke on the appendage. Moving one hand behind you feels a cold, thicker bulge whose width is too big to hold in your hand. You moan muffled as you lead it to your nook, pulling off the one bulge to pant hard once the other pushes inside. You take to temporarily handjobing the first one feeling them buck in what you can guess impatience.
Fully seated you moan out low in relief, taking on a position similar to a spitroast with you doing most of the work. Another bulge pops up to your right in a tealish jade color from the lights. Naturally you rub it currently preoccupied. The first one’s bulge somehow curls around your tongue making you unable to pull back, just in time to taste a mouthful of slurry and letting go once finished.
Swallowing you move to take your time thrusting into the one bulge whilst The one in your hand ejaculates fast leaving your palm sticky. In Front of your face slowly pops in a very thick almost cyan colored bulge that similarly is too big for your hand to hold its entirety; Great merciful messiahs the thoughts rummaging your head now have you grateful for psii’s advice of cleaning yourself earlier.
You slowly pull out of the bulge, holding it to ensure you're not leaving them unsatisfied. You change position taking the bulge that’s now behind you and the bulge in front of you forward to the respected entrances. It’s tight, you breathe deeply but not without your vocals hitching a notch higher. It’s not the same as taking both psii’s long but thin bulges in both, it's like taking both his bulges in one, and another set in the other.
Slowly, very slowly you push into both, feeling them buck into you for further contact. You bite your lip, goodness gracious nobody can be patient here. Once getting both as close to the helm as possible you move to let them go, moving your body to keep with both their buckings. The tight discomfort is slowly replaced with pleasure, your fingers ghosting your bulge.
You moan out loud but know it’s drowned out by everyone else. The bulge in your nook you see bulging into your stomach has you wailing. Their thrusts get harsher and faster, losing your breath as you feel the one in your nook explode in a flurry of ejaculation, your stomach feeling tight at the amount and bulge still inside. Slowly it pulls out of the box, leaving you thrusting into the one behind you, just a couple more fast thrusts and their undone filling your behind.
You lay on your side shivering, full but not pushed to your end just yet. Another bulge from your left side pops out, short bright yellow. You line your bulge to theirs and moan at the warm contact you’ve severely neglected your dear bulge in indulging. They curl around each other, you reach your hand to hold both and moan out a sigh. The pressure builds until you give out a keen at your finish, feeling the other’s slowly shrink out of your hold.
You feel something ghost your foot having you shift to find a bulge. Long, a bright nearly blinding shade of purple. You feel the small triangular portions on the end of the tip, their fragile but not paper thin. Under the bulge are bumps that make you shiver petting each one. You slowly move to lay down, sliding closer to it until your legs are barely laying on the wall.
It slithers at your opening, petting your nook making you give a weak exhausted moan. You inch closer to it until you can feel the other troll thrusting into you. The last troll’s slurry still sits having your stomach distended and adding to the pressure you find rather addicting.
Your nook quivers and your insides tingle as the fleshy thinner pieces of their bulge brush inside every cranny. You groan feeling it prod your gene bladder, still full of the last couple of bulges. You look up to find a bulge literally in front of your face, long enough for you to usher downwards to give a loose mix of a hand and blowjob. You whine as it pushes through your gene bladder, thrusting in and out increasing your vocal range.
The bulge inside starts feeling thicker, your nook reacting to it by releasing its own orgasm. You pant hard swallowing the bulge as they keep going, feeling the familiar wash of slurry inside but something…thicker comes with it. Slurry feels more liquified, what’s coming with it feels solid, tight, round. You scream into the bulge gaining a face covered in their satisfaction, the volume in your ecstasy growing at the realization of what’s been transmitted into you; eggs. The bulge slowly retracts as you feel the ladened intruders nestle inside, your stomach almost showing more weight than it used to.
You lay there panting as the intercom voice comes back. “Attention all one hour payers, you have five minutes before your time is up. Please take all belongings and pails on your way out. Thank you.” Five minutes?! How absurd you’d need at least ten. However you're just as surprised it’s only been an hour.
You…did not think to bring towels or any form of cleaning supplies. You gently open your nook, fingering it with a wince from overstimulation to get most of the slurry out; The eggs however are not coming out as easy as you’d hope. Before you could take any further action the intercom reads out “three minutes.” you huff in annoyance but quickly use your robe to rub off most of the genmat before getting the rest of your attire on, key in hand and bolting out the door and down the hall.
Back in the entrance room you snatch your scicles and politely drop the key to the currently smoking receptionist. “Have a pleasant rest of your eve.” you horsley comment, barely getting a nod before you leave the area. You see colorful spots in your vision once outside the vicinity, squinting and hobbling off to the left alleyway.
You lean your head back on a cool cemented wall taking deep breaths with your fingers pinched between your eyes and the other hand holding your robe over your midsection. Footsteps come down the alley that you don’t pay much attention to as you ponder your next move. Psii should be coming back by-
Immediately you're pressed firmly into the wall by one large hand on your shoulder. Your shoulder stings at the sudden push as two extra footsteps saunter towards you. Your eyes are shut feeling another hand not as big as the first but large enough to hold you to the wall. “Open your eyes, freak.” the male young adult you decipher hisses at you. You duck your head down, forced to hold it up by one of the larger hands.
“We know your him cullbait, so give it up.” one large set of fingers move above your eyes, forcibly trying to pull them up. You have a choice to hold them down and have them ripped off by obviously strong highbloods or to open them and confirm your executioners’ suspicions. You move a hand to your chest, gripping the clothed whistle.
“I’d…rather we talk about this brethren-” you get a punch to your stomach hard enough to gasp, eyes cracking enough for the third troll to grab them and hold them up enough to look eye to eye at a blurry cerulean. The hand on them let's go for you to open them fully, no point of keeping them down now unfortunately.
Just as you expected; young male cerulean with wild hair and studs on his horns and face smiling sharply at you. “Knew you’d come out. D’ya think it’d be that easy shaking us off after leaving? Seeing that putrid shit outside?” you grimace at the ground. “Then again, ya do look kinda old. Not surprising.” and now the grimace aims towards him as if this wasn’t humiliating enough.
“Violatin’ such a sacred vicinity with such indecent ichor is exhortin for the cullin.” the purpleblood threats, your eye twitches as the only show of reaction. “But the bounty sire.” blueblood you’ve deducted proclaims, the cerulean hums. “The price is right on this freakshow. Though, maybe we can enjoy ourselves a lil boys~.” a jagged knife points to your chest. “Maybe we can do both, maybe a third option, just gotta keep his pipehole strapped down but i think you guys can handle that.”
You pull your whistle out only for it to get knocked out by the swift swing of the blade just barely missing your fingers. The male snatches the whistle from the air chuckling coldly. “What? Gonna deafen us with such a minute trinket? Or do you honestly believe someone as dense as a psiclopse would come to your aid?” he twirls it in his hand as you struggle fruitlessly at the claws still holding you back. “We-we can discuss an alternative if you all just let me go and give-”
The pointed tip of the knife just barely pokes your brustled chin. “Hows about we try it out?~” he puts the whistle to his mouth and blows…he blows again; no sound emits it twice, still no sound a third time. Pulling it away he looks critically at it before smiling wider. “Guess doctor luck isn’t by your side this time~.” he puts the knife down, feeling a hand hover over your mouth as you move your head away struggling.
“Just hold him down and keep him qui-HACKF!” soon a sharp shriek and heavy thud following a growl that emits not from him nor the other highbloods as you look up to find a bushel of a mane with silver clawed weapons covered in cerulean.
“Ah you lil bitch!” shrieked the juggalo running after her, hearing growls and shrieks of rage as you struggle with the blueblood trying to take the juggalo’s job of holding you back. You quickly eye one hand going to your belt; your sickle-
He pauses, giving a stressed ‘hrk!?’ of confusion before his body is flung to the other side of the alley in red and blue sparks. He screams as the sparks start to crackle around his skin. You rush to the entrance of the alleyway seeing a focused and indignant psii. You quickly press your palm on his cheek watching the sparks dissipate.
“Remember. We’re not cullbots.” you state firmly hearing him growl. “We’d be doing their jobth better-'' another face pat is enough to sustain him from continuing. “Not now. We need leijon.” you state firmly hearing the bellowed howl of the highblood and steps running towards you as she takes both your hands and runs back down the ally, the juggalo on the ground in a pool but groaning to show he’s conscience as the last you hear is the cerulean squeal “FUCKIN BITCH I CAN’T SEE SHIT! GET EM ONE OF YA!”
The town’s alleys are a maze, the best advantage to get away but a disadvantage in terms of knowing if you’ll be safe. You have to be pulled by her and psii to keep running as your added weight is holding you back. One turn to the left however and you’ve escaped to one of the smaller forests of the town. A mile later into it disciple stops whilst psii and you follow her lead of ceasing further movement.
Psii sits on the ground panting, you sit on a rock next to him straining your expression at the act. Your sore for multiple reasons and only di’s gentle pulling you to the ground with them behind the rock as a precautionary is how you end up on the ground leaning on the psion.
“Y…y’know…when mew guys said mew’d try out the…-he grandeur aperture here…i thought it’d end a lil more differently.”
“It…wh-hould’ve, thtupid thmart highbloodth throwing off the plan.”
You feel a rough palm gently grab your own, looking to see your whistle back in your hand as disciple holds your hand up…then sniffs it.
“Dear i’m going to smell like half a dozen trolls and you know this.”
“Half? Tsh newbee.”
“Have you seen how much they charge?”
“Gueth their not ath bad when your duality kink goeth all the way to your anatomy-”
“No, I'm sniffing something else.”
She interrupts, placing a hand on your stomach making you grunt. Her face perks up in surprise, quickly turning to realization. “Mew you were smelling…fishy.” psii looks between you both before perking up himself. “Holy shit, she'th being literal?” she quickly moves off you. “Laid in both the senses my friend.”
He tilts his head. “Psii hold him.” “wh-” quickly the psion holds you to his chest as you feel the olive take your shoes off. “Geeth, firtht time at GA’th getting eggth.” you lean your head up to see him eye to eye. “I’m assuming one of your expeditions involved such coincidental situations?” “yeah pretty sure whoever’th gotta breeding kink.”
“Is that…common amongst seadwellers or?”
He shrugs. “Beatth me-”
“Disciple dear, what're you doing?”
You look down, seeing your suit halfway down your body. “Well somebody’s gotta get em out. Guessing that's why mew were slowing down?” you turn away flustered as she continues pulling them down. “Do i, want to know how you know this?”
“Well not really with eggs but somefuring similar.” you pull your leg out one at a time, psii’s hold firm but not too tight on you. “Had a few meowbeasts come to me fur assistance in kit delivery.”
You both respond “really?” as she moves the suite to her side. “What else did you think i did? Rule the wilderness as i prowled fur my meals efury night before dawn and hid in the shadows to slay my intruders?”
“...well yeah-” you side pap psii. “He doesn’t mean- i mean- not like we’d assume you to be monotonously cliche-”
“I mean he wouldn’t be wrong hun.” she rolls her eyes. “Deep breath.” you take one, hissing at the small protrusions of her scissored nubs inserting your nook. “So-hh…you…we-here a breeder?” you shakily query.
“Nooo they just seemed comfurtable to come to me fur help. Guess I had good front nubs.”
“Underthtatement.” you only half nod in response too distracted with keeping your breaths steady as her fingers gently open your seedflap.
You hear a muttered “hold his hand.” and feel the warmth of psii’s palm curling with yours. You grip it feeling the round protrusion of an egg slowly inched out, pulling it slowly out of your nook with an exhaustedly sighed out “oh….fuck.”
“Mew’ve got, one more and i felt a crushed sack inside.”
“Doeth that matter?”
“Like i said, never handled eggs, but if it's anything like a dead kit stuck inside its best to push em out.”
“Lets…just get this over with. Quickly.”
“As quickly as I can.”
“Leijon-”
“Look either i take my time here pulling them out or we go all the way back to camp and have to expurrain to mama mary why you have seadweller eggs popping out of your nook.”
You sigh long but take another deep breath as she repeats the process on the next one and the deflated third. Unceremoniously it’s thrown over her shoulder off to the wilderness as she rubs her hand in the grass while the clean one hands you your suite. Psii assists holding you up as ciple slowly assists your legs into the pant portion until you could comfortably pull them up.
Exhausted is an understatement. You’ve been physically overstimulated at least six times, nearly culled for what the fifth time this wipe? And now your legs and nook are sore from earlier events with the equivalent of a caesarian section. Thankfully your partners acknowledge this as both hold you up one arm each under yours, finding disciple with the eggs held in her arms.
“Dear?” you ask as she shrugs with a smile. “Free dinner!” you hear a nasely “euck.” at that but you sigh. “As long as we get our stories straight.”
“Are you theriouth?”
“Now psii not all of us have had the privilege of consuming store product made grub paste and other related products.”
“Okay but you two are eating them yourthelveth. I’d been fine with eggth if i didn’t know where they came from.”
“....mew literally eat us out at any oppurritunity.”
“Yeah but that’th different. I have thtandardth.”
You and leijon make eye contact then look back at him unimpressed before making your ways through the forest. “Alright so,” you start. “We did our errands, a fight occurred with bigoted highbloods and we spent an extra amount of time chasing them off our trail. Disciple? Does this correlate to whatever you told mother?”
“I told her mew two needed assistance.”
“Good…hm, odd how she didn’t try to follow.”
“...”
“..”
“......”
“...I mean she’th how old again?”
“Psii.”
“Jutht thaying elderth know thith kinda shit.”
“Let's just not linger on it when we get back to base, deal?”
“Linger on what?”
“What’re mew talking about?”
“The endearment I have for you both is immense.”