Obstagoon Smut
Nothing much to say here, taking a quick break from commissions to write a brief vignette to express how much I want obstagoon to treat me like a cumdump.
The obstagoon found you in public and it only took a single whispered insinuation to lead you away. A single, snickering, "Like what you see?" A growl, "I know your type--I know a spot, follow me." He led you out the coffee shop to a closed down bookstore. Around back someone had thrown a thick bookcase on its side. He threw you on it, your back running down the wooden length. Anyone driving down the road and glancing behind the building might see you. Anyone walking down the street might hear the two of you. It didn't matter to him, he invited and you followed. You lost the ability to protest. And how could you with that stunning white and black coat, the thick scruff of fur on his shoulders and arms obscuring the muscle his thinner coat couldn't hide. He looked big enough to pick up the furniture you sprawled atop of with you still on it. And those stunning red eyes of the badger's pointed head: filled with a predator's hunger. They made you shiver the moment you first felt them rove your body.
Obstagoon's long tongue hung from his muzzle as he scented the air and stirred at your need. The plump sheath hanging over his heavy balls twitched with life before he knelt down and pushed up your skirt. You could hear him sniffing still as his big paws closed round both your thighs and pulled them apart. You set your head on the bookcase and tried to take a deep breath--cut off by the cold nose that shoved against your wet mound. Another loud inhale and pleased growl, the pokemon more beast now as your heat enticed him. Had he smelled it when he first entered the coffee shop? Even with the pad there meant to suppress some of the scent?
Away with it. He hooked his claws around your panties and yanked them down with the pad. That delectable, long tongue replaced it and your back arched across wood. You groaned as that tongue lapped your sex. The badger's teeth chattered as he ate you out. Your pussy gushed, feeding his muzzle with your juices--urging him on. Your sex practically shrieked at the male how willing your womb was. To be bred. His tongue ploughed between your lips in a lewd kiss with your cunt. The muscle dug deeply, deeper than any other partner. It teased your walls and retreated when you clamped down and came, only slightly, across his muzzle. It was enough to make your partner snarl, the claws of one pawed hand raking down the back of the bookcase.
He stood, and you saw again his impressive height, his body dwarf yours. And his cock: spilled from his sheath it was a thick, tapered length long enough it would reach your belly button if he laid it on your crotch. You ached to have it inside you, biting your lip. You pulled your skirt up and held your legs back. He smirked at your presenting. His cock filled the air with a ripe musk. It was enticing enough you'd let him leash you and face-fuck you. Maybe later--after. He did not wait for you to beg: you were just an impersonal nut for him. How often did this stud fuck strangers like you? And how many of them had he bred as he was about to do to you?
His paws wrapped around the ones on your thighs and tugged you to the edge of the bookcase. His oily cock slipped along your cunt and made you tremble. Your winking mound already glistened--had from the moment you saw him. He laughed, a dominant rumble before the badger's great paw tipped the point of his cock down. There was a gentle thrust to guide the tip inside you, which made you gasp. Then he grabbed your thighs again and ploughed forward.
The length of that badger's cock hollowed you out immediately. The taper slammed your egg chamber's entrance. Your cervix took the shock that rippled through your core--a blossom of pain and pleasure. An ache that made you bite down on your paw to muffle your moan. Who knew who could hear the two of you? And did you really care? A pleased rumble shook through his chest, which you felt on your legs as they pressed against his torso. You were absolutely tiny compared to him, and something about this excited you, too.
Obstagoon growled and began to move in and out of you. His claws dug dangerously into your thighs as he drilled your cunt. His throbbing cock slapped so wetly it dampened the fur of his balls and sheath. The bookcase scraped across the pavement, slightly, as he rocked the thrown out furniture with the force of his thrusts. The only thing keeping you bouncing on his forceful cock was his own grip. And thank god he kept you there. Each slam forward filled you with a soaring ache, a rushing warmth that blossomed up your belly and numbly coursed down your thighs. You barely felt it when you came around his cock the first time. With how fast the red, tapered prick kissed your cervix, you rushed over the edge before you felt that drop heighten again.
Your cunny tried its best to squeeze down and milk his cock, but the big badger was in total control. His red eyes stayed on yours, an almost feral grin cracked his muzzle as he watched you break beneath him. You were biting your hand so deeply it broke skin. You tasted your own blood, but it was nothing compared to the smell of musky rut that filled the air. Nothing to the pleasure and pain radiating outward from your pussy. You could tell this pounding would leave you bruised, but you didn't care. You wanted those balls to pour their seed inside your womb. You needed him to breed you.
Obstagoon, cocky as he was, couldn't last at the rate he was going forever. Not when the longer they drew this out the more likely you both were to be caught. When obstagoon finished, he slammed your cervix so hard it yielded. You screamed into your hand, and his fur fell across yours before he bit down on your shoulder--deep enough you bled in two places now. And his cock, throbbed, your pussy yawned around his base as seed sprayed into your fertile womb. Hot cum filled your core in great spurts, each one greater than any partner you've ever had. This stud was born to breed sluts like you. To sire a senseless amount of kids. He kept his hips locked to yours, but spunk still pushed out around his cock and matted down his fur and yours. It leaked down across your ass, into your tail, staining your skirt. How would you even make it home without someone smelling the seed leaking from your cunny?
He was still rock hard when he pulled out. A testament to his virility as his seed spilled from your pussy and he pulled you up by the sleeve into a sitting position. He smeared his smelly cock against your cheek and said, "What's wrong, darling? You didn't think we'd be finished in one go, did you?" Of course you wouldn't be finished. He would keep using you until you were both arrested or those heavy balls ran dry. Each one was the size of your fist, and the sharp taste of his cum covered cock made you moan deeply around it. You savored the taste till his paw fell on your head, and drove his shaft deep into your throat.