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How embarrassing.
Surely this was one of the most embarrassing things he had done in quite some time. Surely not the most embarrassing thing, but it was fairly high up there on the echelons of his experiences. But at least he had been in the confines of his own respiteblock, a safe haven for him to freely experiment in his more, unusual of curiosities.
And oh how sublimely unusual this had been. Surely others would horribly berate him for how disgusting his own interests in the matter had been. But it only made him enjoy the concept all the more! Making such a horrendous fool of himself in such a wardrobe, the torn lace that clothed his arms and legs, the corset strewn so tight that it made his breath hitch, the boots--
It was the boots he most enjoyed. The exquisite pair of long slender white hooves that held him up. The sheer sight of them as he looked down had managed to send him it to the most euphoric of head-spinning tizzy's.
No one was allowed to see. No one was ever allowed to see just how much such an outfit had managed to stir him. Not someone as noble and refined as him. Not someone who was supposed to lead and control. They would surely think him disgusting, pathetic, a disgrace.
"U-unmp," The more he demeaned himself mentally the more he had only managed to feel his own interest pique. His teeth grinding as he winced to the initial discomfort that seared through him. It wasn't the first time he had used the plug, but it was only on very rare occasions. Special occasions.
Occasions such as having just received new matching boots that helped him simulate the experience he so disgustingly wished to have. The thought of mocking such noble form as the musclebeasts he so often admired both blasphemous and titillating at the same time. His hips rocked as he adjusted, stifling back another groan as he reached for the final piece to his look. The one thing that made it all perfect.
He gulped back as he looked upon the phallus, his body hot and already soaked with sweat as he contemplated what he was about to start doing. A heavy shuddering breath escaping him as his fingers curiously trailed along the realistically bugled veins, the swelled glans, the thick shaft. Careful. Careful. You do not wish to break it. And he contemplated. He contemplated what it would be like to have it in him, to shove it tight into his own body with the already existing plug. The thought of using such an object to fulfill his fantasies, such sick disgusting fantasies they were. It only caused his bulge to write swollen and wet along the base of his stomach.
And it was perhaps because of that reason that an exceptionally deep needy groan had left him as he felt it press in. The his back arching as the lips of his nook stretched, fighting against the initial pressure of the swollen girth that began to steadily fill him up.
He had been so caught up in the pure pleasure of the experience that he didn't even realize he had left the door to his block unlocked and how slowly, quietly, it began to open.
Surely this was one of the most embarrassing things he had done in quite some time. Surely not the most embarrassing thing, but it was fairly high up there on the echelons of his experiences. But at least he had been in the confines of his own respiteblock, a safe haven for him to freely experiment in his more, unusual of curiosities.
And oh how sublimely unusual this had been. Surely others would horribly berate him for how disgusting his own interests in the matter had been. But it only made him enjoy the concept all the more! Making such a horrendous fool of himself in such a wardrobe, the torn lace that clothed his arms and legs, the corset strewn so tight that it made his breath hitch, the boots--
It was the boots he most enjoyed. The exquisite pair of long slender white hooves that held him up. The sheer sight of them as he looked down had managed to send him it to the most euphoric of head-spinning tizzy's.
No one was allowed to see. No one was ever allowed to see just how much such an outfit had managed to stir him. Not someone as noble and refined as him. Not someone who was supposed to lead and control. They would surely think him disgusting, pathetic, a disgrace.
"U-unmp," The more he demeaned himself mentally the more he had only managed to feel his own interest pique. His teeth grinding as he winced to the initial discomfort that seared through him. It wasn't the first time he had used the plug, but it was only on very rare occasions. Special occasions.
Occasions such as having just received new matching boots that helped him simulate the experience he so disgustingly wished to have. The thought of mocking such noble form as the musclebeasts he so often admired both blasphemous and titillating at the same time. His hips rocked as he adjusted, stifling back another groan as he reached for the final piece to his look. The one thing that made it all perfect.
He gulped back as he looked upon the phallus, his body hot and already soaked with sweat as he contemplated what he was about to start doing. A heavy shuddering breath escaping him as his fingers curiously trailed along the realistically bugled veins, the swelled glans, the thick shaft. Careful. Careful. You do not wish to break it. And he contemplated. He contemplated what it would be like to have it in him, to shove it tight into his own body with the already existing plug. The thought of using such an object to fulfill his fantasies, such sick disgusting fantasies they were. It only caused his bulge to write swollen and wet along the base of his stomach.
And it was perhaps because of that reason that an exceptionally deep needy groan had left him as he felt it press in. The his back arching as the lips of his nook stretched, fighting against the initial pressure of the swollen girth that began to steadily fill him up.
He had been so caught up in the pure pleasure of the experience that he didn't even realize he had left the door to his block unlocked and how slowly, quietly, it began to open.
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The very last thing she intended was to be standing at his doorway, watching... whatever this is. The only really straightforward part of it is the way he starts to penetrate himself. All the other bells and whistles more act as a confusing mess to her.
She grabs the door, and pulls it shut fast, fast enough to cause a sudden whoosh of air.
But not all the way shut. She can't help but peek inside for just a little bit longer, if only to figure out what the rest of his costume is meant to be.
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He was nothing more than a wild mare, dominated and shoved down like so many others who lost in combative struggle against more domineering musclebeasts. Obviously it was his fault. He should have been STRONGER. He should have developed more muscle. But instead he was foolishly taken down and as the proper looser in all such mating rituals it was his very right to be taken down and punished.
"Nnn-ahh," The thought caused him to out-right moan. Hips bucking as he once more stuffed himself full. His head lulled back, staring vacantly up at the ceiling as his movements grew faster, more passionate, more--
Wait. Why was his door open?
Oh goodness gracious! What if someone were to walk by!? How horrid! How absolutely deplorable! Obviously he had to fix that immediately!
Scowling he slowly began to pull out at the dildo, wincing slightly to the uncomfortable sensation of the object so casually leaving the folds of his nook. The only thing more uncomfortable being the process of standing, bulge swollen and pressed to his stomach and tail still inserted inside of him, he made his way to the doorway.
Only to stop.
Hesitating a second his handle rested on the doorknob, only to slowly pull it open. Cautiously peaking his head outside.
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Calliope gulps in her breath and holds it. She waits.
And the door opens instead.
There she stands, wide-eyed and face flushed greener with shame. She tries an apologetic smile, but it hardly seems like enough, so it vanishes in the same space of moments it appears, and her head tilts away so she won't keep awkwardly staring at him. She tries speaking next.
"Sorry. Um. I was only..."
Finding absolutely no excuse, she flinches at herself for even trying. "Peeping, I suppose. I'm sorry. Um. It was open wider when I got here, and I meant to shut it for you and leave, but..."
lmao i only really have girl icons left
Not that she has any belief that he could ever possibly feel the same.
Tavros has a history of setting herself up for failure, but even she knows better to go that far. Time and experience has only managed to make her jaded, so it takes a lot for her to come to him without there being a pressing need to. There's a clicking in one of her knees, and usually she'd wait until the next evening for something so small, but if she ever decided to be honest with herself she'd realize that she just doesn't want to be alone. Whatever berating and insults he throws at her is nothing compared to feeling alone.
So she finds herself at his door, pushing it open slowly just to peek in and he if he's there. It takes a good long moment to process what she's seeing, but her eyes widen comically when she figures it out. Tavros stands there frozen, oddly not put off by it as much as she usually would by something like this. It's the animal aspect of it, the hooves and tail. She's had more connection with the animals in her life than she ever did other trolls.
She doesn't get startled until she realizes that she's been staring for some unknown amount of time, long enough to see more of Equius than she has any right to. She actually jumps slightly, turning too quickly to leave and knocking her horn against the doorframe, making her cry out softly and loose her balance.
Shhh. It's okay bb. She's beautiful in every gender~
It was only as she shouted out and fell that he suddenly stopped. Just as startled as she was when he stared out, eyes wide beneath the thick cracked frames of his glasses. The most he could find himself doing was merely stare at the toppled brownblood.
"N-Nitram!?" He was aghast! What exactly does one say in such a situation!? How do you excuse for being walked in on while in the debaucherous throes of such an illicit act!?
It only made him sweat more. A long moment of silence between them as he merely remained in his kneeled position, unsure of what to do.
"...Hello."
Was that even the right thing to say? He wasn't even sure at this point. Oh the horror!
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"What's up motherfucker?"
It takes a moment for his sopor-addled brain to register what's going on. He looks at what Equius is wearing, his eyes lingering on the corset and the boots, then on the bulge swaying between his legs. The scent of genetic material is thick in the air. There's no way he could've missed it even if he somehow failed to notice the thick dildo in Equius's hand or the tail protruding from between his legs.
"Looks like you're all up and ready to get your pail on."
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Degrading.
He gulped back dryly. The gathering of sweat along his temple only increasing to a rather exceptional degree.
"H-Highblood?" His voice had gone, for lack of a better term, hoarse. Every movement he had been making previously now gone completely still. "What for goodness-bleeping-sake are you even doing here?!"
Calm. Keep calm. It would be rude to freak out while in such a state.
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The tone of Gamzee's voice is casual, almost careless. Like he just stumbled in here and decided to hang out for awhile. Even if Equius were to order him out of the room it wouldn't be easy to get him to leave. Gamzee couldn't be more curious about the miracle he's witnessing. He takes a few steps closer and runs a hand down Equius's knee and onto one of the boots he's wearing.
"That's some fancy shit you're wearin', motherfucker. All prettied up like you was goin' somewhere." He looks down between Equius's legs. The scent of his friend's genetic material is thick in the air and Gamzee finds himself drawn to it. "But instead you're alone, sittin' here fuckin' your own nook. You even got somethin' all stuck up in where your waste chute is at."
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It was rather impressive and made him feel nostalgic for his own hive, from a distant memory.
He walked through the empty halls and smiled. He admired the castle greatly, certainly the troll who had resided here must have impeccable taste, of the utmost highest of breeding. He adored all the art on the walls, STRONG musclebeasts showing of their manly prowess, they were absolutely majestic.
He wasn't even truly thinking when he opened up the door before him.
"Oh goodness. My apologies!"
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If he weren't already dead his soul would have probably left his body at that point.
"You?" He almost forgot that he was dead to tell the truth. Another unfortunate effect of the dream-bubbles that he was still accustoming himself to. "What are-- of all things to walk in-- you could have at least knocked!"
Oh dear, he was feeling himself growing flustered. His face now bright blue and covered in sweat due to his own embarrassment. "What are you even doing here of all places!?"
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Ah good. That's what he liked to hear.
He moved to the door, and opened it to look at what was going inside. And... well, being the man that he was, he just couldn't help himself. Once the door was open and he was standing against the frame, he waited a few more moments. Knowing that he wouldn't get seen unless he said something.
"Now did I say you could touch that?" He chuckled.
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Vriska Serket had plans. All the plans and machinations to help her get where she needed to be in society.
It was okay though. She needed spare parts? She had a guy. A guy who could hook her up with any and all of her robotic needs. Though she hated having to owe him more than she already did. She found herself making her way down, past her mother's incessant screeching and to the neighboring hive. Equius's musclebound lusus, Aurthour had let her in with a snort. There was no reason not to. They were the only two trolls who lived in such a close proximation of each other.
Vriska reached Equius's respiteblock and opened the door without so much as a knock.
"Heeeeeeeey neighbor! I kind of need a favor, buddy. Would you have any par- OH MY GOD EQUIUS WHAT THE FUCK?!" She froze, the door mid open. He was a gross sweaty weirdo but that was the last thing she was expecting to see on her trip over here.
She was at a loss of words. Was that a horsedildo he was shoving up his nook?! What the fuck was he wearing?
This was awkward.