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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "Clara sighs softly, rubbing the back of her head as she looks down at the package that had arrived in her and her roommate’s dorm. Crossing her arms she looked around, it didn’t have a return address or even a name it was addressed to or from. Just a plain brown box that someone had put into their mailbox. Of course she was worried about it. After all this thing came out of nowhere and she sure as hell didn’t order anything. The thought had crossed her mind that it was some prank by one of the other girls in the dormitory, or possibly her roommate. But she quickly shook off the thought. They had no way of reaching their mailbox, and her roommate was out of the house until later that night. Thinking that it could be something for her however, Clara opts not to open it quite yet. Hoping someone might stop by to get it, or that for whatever reason her roommate had ordered.. Well whatever the hell this thing was. Shaking her head, Clara heads over to the couch and takes her seat, turning on the TV as she tries to take her mind off of whatever was in that box.\n\n\nThe day seems to pass slowly, every now and then she could feel her eyes slowly drifting over. Twitching a bit as she stares at it, she could feel her heart racing, and she could practically hear it calling out to her. Wanting her to open it as her gaze drifts towards the box. But each and every time she shakes it off taking a few long, deep breaths. Steadying her mind as she groans. “Come on.. She’ll be home soon enough, nothing to worry about.” She tells herself. If it were hypothetically a bomb or something it would have gone off by now. It’d be safer to open it once her friend was back. Leaning back she focuses on the screen, doing whatever she could to keep her mind off that box. As it began to get later in the night she would start to hear footsteps outside. Other women coming back from their day afternoon classes. Settling into their own dorms. It would only be a bit longer, she could make it for a few more minutes.\n\n\nSure enough as the sun starts to set she hears the sound of key jingling outside. The lock moving and finally the door starting to open as Ahley, her roommate steps inside. Upon making her way in, Ashley just stares at Clara. Tilting her head to the side with a small frown. “Uhhh… Is.. Is everything okay?” She questions, walking forwards a bit wearily. Clara hadn’t noticed it but the look on her face was one of worry and something else. “Uhh.. You want to maybe.. Talk?” She questions, going to take a seat next to her friend. By now Carla was a good bit more aware of how she looked, and taking a deep breath she started to calm herself down. Offering her shoulder Carla leans over a bit with a sigh. \n\n\n“Y-yeah sorry I’m okay.. Just a bit out of it I suppose. Uh so hey did you happen to order anything?” She finally questions feeling all that pent up curiosity, worry and everything else just melting away. A small sigh leaving her mouth before smiling. “S-sorry this has just been eating away at me all day. I’ve been really trying to just.. Not open that thing.” She explains gesturing over to the box resting on the table. Ashley gets up, tilting her head with the confusion plain on her face.\n\n\n“What the? I didn’t order anything?” She replies, lifting the box up, holding it to her ear to give it a quick shake. Obviously with much less care than Clara. “And it’s been here all day? Probably fair to say no one will be coming for it, yeah?” She questions with a wide smirk. Clara sighs as she goes to stand up. But before she can intervene Ashley hurries over to the counter. Grabbing the box cutter and slicing the top open. \n\n\n“H-hey wait! We can’t just open that up!” Clara replies, speeding up a bit, but Ashely was already pulling the top back, peering inside. Before pulling back and looking over to Clara. “W-what? What’s in it?” She questions, leaning over her shoulder to try and get a look inside. When she does, both of them are met with quite the surprise. On the inside of the box lay two collars. One was blue with darker blue splotches across it, while the other was red with similar darker red splotches across it. “Dog collars?” She questions, lifting the blue one out as Ashley takes the red collars.\n\n\n“Looks like it.. Or maybe like collars for people? I mean, you know some people are into that kind of stuff.” She remarks, biting her lip a bit as a sudden jolt moves through the both of them. A sudden urge filling their mind. An urge to.. Wear the collars filling their bodies. Slowly looking at one another, both of them blushing heavily. “Uh. You know. It could be fun to maybe wear them? You know as a joke of course!” Ashley remarks with a laugh. Carla chuckled a bit and blushing even deeper herself.\n\n\n“Y-yeah of course, as a joke.. I’m not against that kinda thing.” Carla replies, the both of them not wanting to be honest with why they wanted to wear them. After all they weren’t actually into that kind of stuff. As tempting as it was. Toying with the collars a bit more they both pop open the back at the same time. Slowly lifting it up to their necks they wrap it around and clip them shut. The collars were surprisingly comfortable, albeit a bit thick. It was hard to properly move their heads like that. But still they didn’t really seem to mind. After all, the inside was nice and plush. Leaving them pretty comfortable as they lounge on the couch.\n\n\nThough as the two girls are laying there they can feel a small itch coming from their necks. A slight groan leaving their mouths. Reaching up as they go to scratch at the underside of their neck. Though as they went to rub against it they both quickly realized just how tight the collars were. “S-shit are these flea collars or something?” Clara asks, scratching at her neck best she can despite the collar. It doesn’t even occur to them to just remove them as it starts to get worse. The itching sensation was horrible. The two women continue to scratch and rub at it before suddenly feeling it fade away. Leaving them itching for a few more seconds before stopping. “E-errf.. Fuck okay I think that should be it..” She adds with a sigh, leaning back.\n\n\nAshley frowns a bit, reaching up to try and take off the collar. “Yeah so whoever the fuck did this, very funny.” She grumbles running her fingers along the back of the collar. Before slowing to a stop. Blushing heavily and quickly running her hand around the front, all around the collar. “U-uh… So um. We have a small problem.” She replies, looking over to Carla who was also trying to take the collar off. The both of them looked at one another. “W-we need to find a way to get these things off.”\n\n\n“Y-yeah you don’t say!” Carla replies. “Why the hell did we do this in the first place?! I can’t believe you talked me into this!” She growls slightly, feeling anger bubbling up in her body, gritting her teeth as she shutters. Trying to calm herself down, shaking her head as she reaches under the collar once more, feeling her fingers dusting across a thick patch of fur sprouting from right under the collar. \n\n\n“W-what? This was your idea not mine!” She shouts in response. Both of them pointing accusingly at the other. Not wanting to accept responsibility. After all, why should they? It wasn't their fault. Glaring down one another they eventually look away with an annoyed huff. Ashley didn’t even notice the blue fur sprouting around the bae of her neck. Blushing heavily as the two of them get up. Heading in their own directions to deal with this. Ashley makes her way towards the kitchen, digging through the cabinets. “Come on.. It has to be here somewhere. Or there has to just be something I can use?” She thinks to herself, feeling the fur starting to spread up and down her neck. Reaching her free hand she scratches and strokes at it. Noticing just how thick the fluff was. It felt like proper dog fur. “What the hell is happening to me?” She questions, shaking her head. Trying her best to ignore whatever was happening to her. She just had to get the collar off. Pulling out the pair of scissors Ashley shakily holds it up to the collar. Slipping one blade underneath it slowly. Making sure she was careful as she tried to cut through it. Though nothing happens. It doesn’t give at all. She was so busy cutting through the collar, or at least trying to, she barely noticed a few changes slowly spreading over her body. Namely her ears slowly growing larger and larger. While her height swiftly diminishes. Shrinking just a few inches at first. Knocking her down from five foot ten to a solid five feet tall. She struggles with the scissors for a good while longer before groaning in audible annoyance tossing it off to the side as she grits her teeth, grinding her teeth slightly, every little movement grinding her teeth down into sharp fangs.\n\n\nMeanwhile Clara makes her way down into her bedroom. Huffing softly. “Y-you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.. I can’t believe I’d be stuck in this thing. What the hell is up with this skin reaction?” She questions, reaching a hand up, feeling over the fur. Pushing her fingers into it, feeling just how plush and soft it was. It was so strange.Though scratching at the red fur softly she slowly finds her gaze wavering. Shutting her eyes with a slow groan. “O-oh wow.. That uh.. Feels really good~” She says with a small smile. But quickly shaking her head she gives the sides of her head a few quick smacks. Trying to clear her mind with a grunt. “No focus.. Have to get this thing off.” She remarked. Not even noticing her voice growing just a tad deeper. Making her way into the bathroom she tosses open the medicine cabinet. Digging through the medical tools she had. Eventually grabbing a small. But Very sharp scalpel from the cabinet. Smirking a bit as she looks it over. Reaching her free hand up she tugs the collar slightly. Managing to find a given point where she can start cutting at.\n\n\nThough like with her flatmate she quickly finds herself unable to make any actual leeway with it. Even finding herself unable to fray the collar’s threads. Whatever the thing was made of she knew she wouldn’t be able to cut through it. Eventually pulling the scalpel back she growls in anger. Throwing the scalpel off to the side her ears twitching as it bounces loudly off the tile ground below her. “Come on! You’ve got to be kidding me!” She grows tapping her foot hard against the ground. Her nails started to push out. Growing longer and sharper as it clacks loudly against the ground. Crossing her arms she tries her best to calm herself down. Huffing and breathing heavily as she drums her claws alongside her skin. Threatening to draw blood if she put any more pressure on her skin. But eventually she looks up and sighs. “Fine.. I guess I don’t have much of a choice…” Looking back out of the bathroom and hearing Ashley struggling from down the hall she realized. As much as she might hate it, they’ll have to work together. Reaching down Clara grumbles, attempting to adjust her pants a bit, while they were feeling loose there was something else rubbing up against the inside of her pants.\n\n\nAshley had started back towards the living room as well, grumbling a bit at how stupid this was. A few strange alien phrases working their way into her speech as she walks. Looking up to Clara she grumbles a bit and looks away. “So what.. Can’t get the collar off?” She remarks with a smirk, despite the fact that her entire head was now covered in blue fur, ears puffing up in size while moving up the sides of her head. Clara digs her much larger nails, which by now were practically claws into her fluffy arms, not even noticing the bumps appearing on the sides of her body. “Hrrf.. Not like I can either, we gotta find a way to get these stupid things off!” She growls, feeling that tingling in her crotch starting to pick up again, making her bite her lip as a growl of pleasure leaves her mouth. Falling back onto the couch she reaches a hand down, almost right away her mind starts to cloud. Strange thoughts spread across her mind. Dominating her roommate. Showing them who's boss.. What was their name again?.. What was his own name? As he thinks over this he reaches down, stroking at the swelling shaft poking out above his panties. Stitch sounds about right. Tilting his head back and baring his sharp teeth he growls softly in pleasure, eyes rolling back as he starts to pump faster and faster.\n\n\n“Huh? What the hell are you doing, you dumb idiot!” Clara remarks, a secondary pair of arms sprouting right under her first pair. Both sets now covered in thick, fluffy blue fur. His speech quickly deteriorates as his new cock bursts from his underwear, pushing the very loose fitting skirt up as he loses a good few feet in height. Leroy doing the same as a growl escapes his mouth. As fur begins to spread faster, moving down past his chest and towards his lower body. Both of their intelligence slowly fading, being replaced with proper programming and instincts. The both of them were experiments after all.\n\n\nMemories were quickly being rewritten, school, college, most basic knowledge being replaced with thoughts of sex, power, and domination. Growling with pleasure Stitch looks over Leroy, running his long, slimy tongue across his muzzle. Without another word he pounces forwards. His fat blue cock twitching heavily as the two mostly transformed aliens start to wrestle for control. Tearing away what little clothing still clung to their bodies. Pressing their crotches up against one another they continue to growl and thrash around. Rolling off the couch and onto the ground. \n\n\n“M-mrrrff Gotta.. Dominate~” Stitch groans out, managing to pin Leroy down, who was still squirming and struggling. Flipping him over, Stitch leans in, chuckling maliciously as he lines up his shaft with Leory’s tailhole, with one swift pump he slams his shaft deep into his ass. Forcing a moan of pleasure out of the both of them. Tongue rolling out as Leroy digs his claws into the ground below. Biting his lip to not show anymore pleasure. He couldn’t let Sitch win this time. Even as he continues to pull back and pound his ass relentlessly. Animalistic in nature as his instincts fully take over. He starts to pump faster and harder, thrusting his entire length into Leroy’s ass, riding him like the slut he was as Stitch chuckles, eventually letting go of his arms, leaning back putting his upper arms over his head, while resting the second set at his sides. Thinking that by now he had proven himself, smirking pridefully down to Leroy. \n\n\nThe red experiment stays there for a good few seconds before grinning himself. Using his entire weight to flip Stitch over, slamming him against the ground before sitting on top of him, still riding his cock but being much more in the position of power now. He cackles down to him, reaching a claw down as he grips his shaft, tilting his head back he starts to pump his cock. Thrusting into his palm, as his other three hands pin Stitch down. Jabbering out a few incoherent alien noises as he bends over, thrusting his cock against Stitch’s chest while pressing their muzzles together. Stitch sneers back but before he can even say anything Leroy pulls him into a deep kiss, forcing his tongue into his maw. His eyes rolled back with a low groan of pleasure. Squirming and struggling but the pleasure was overwhelming. Stitch could barely move as Leroy rode him, it didn’t help but the red alien didn’t let up. Still holding him close as he pumps his shaft, clenching his hole tight around Stitch’s cock. Milking him dry.\n\n\nIt doesn’t take too much longer for the both of them to finally blow their loads, cumming hard in unison. Stitch fills Leroy up, while Leroy blasts his seed across Stitch's chest. Groaning in pleasure, the both of them tilt their heads back, Stitch arching his back as he cums again and again. Feeling his seed leaking out of Leroy’s hole as his rival chuckles. Having won the fight this time. Licking his chops once more he lets a good bit of drool dribble down onto Stitch’s chest before slowly starting to pull away with a grin. “Mmmmrrf~ Like that?” He growls out before letting out a loud, mad cackle, rolling off the other alien as Stitch wobbles to his feet, feeling like jelly as he does his best to try and keep himself up, his cock twitching from the immense pleasure. Stitch huffs and looks away, crossing his arms in annoyance while going to walk away. The two of them had gotten their aggression out for the time being. But who knows how long that would last.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Clara sighs softly, rubbing the back of her head as she looks down at the package that had arrived in her and her roommate’s dorm. Crossing her arms she looked around, it didn’t have a return address or even a name it was addressed to or from. Just a plain brown box that someone had put into their mailbox. Of course she was worried about it. After all this thing came out of nowhere and she sure as hell didn’t order anything. The thought had crossed her mind that it was some prank by one of the other girls in the dormitory, or possibly her roommate. But she quickly shook off the thought. They had no way of reaching their mailbox, and her roommate was out of the house until later that night. Thinking that it could be something for her however, Clara opts not to open it quite yet. Hoping someone might stop by to get it, or that for whatever reason her roommate had ordered.. Well whatever the hell this thing was. Shaking her head, Clara heads over to the couch and takes her seat, turning on the TV as she tries to take her mind off of whatever was in that box.


The day seems to pass slowly, every now and then she could feel her eyes slowly drifting over. Twitching a bit as she stares at it, she could feel her heart racing, and she could practically hear it calling out to her. Wanting her to open it as her gaze drifts towards the box. But each and every time she shakes it off taking a few long, deep breaths. Steadying her mind as she groans. “Come on.. She’ll be home soon enough, nothing to worry about.” She tells herself. If it were hypothetically a bomb or something it would have gone off by now. It’d be safer to open it once her friend was back. Leaning back she focuses on the screen, doing whatever she could to keep her mind off that box. As it began to get later in the night she would start to hear footsteps outside. Other women coming back from their day afternoon classes. Settling into their own dorms. It would only be a bit longer, she could make it for a few more minutes.


Sure enough as the sun starts to set she hears the sound of key jingling outside. The lock moving and finally the door starting to open as Ahley, her roommate steps inside. Upon making her way in, Ashley just stares at Clara. Tilting her head to the side with a small frown. “Uhhh… Is.. Is everything okay?” She questions, walking forwards a bit wearily. Clara hadn’t noticed it but the look on her face was one of worry and something else. “Uhh.. You want to maybe.. Talk?” She questions, going to take a seat next to her friend. By now Carla was a good bit more aware of how she looked, and taking a deep breath she started to calm herself down. Offering her shoulder Carla leans over a bit with a sigh.


“Y-yeah sorry I’m okay.. Just a bit out of it I suppose. Uh so hey did you happen to order anything?” She finally questions feeling all that pent up curiosity, worry and everything else just melting away. A small sigh leaving her mouth before smiling. “S-sorry this has just been eating away at me all day. I’ve been really trying to just.. Not open that thing.” She explains gesturing over to the box resting on the table. Ashley gets up, tilting her head with the confusion plain on her face.


“What the? I didn’t order anything?” She replies, lifting the box up, holding it to her ear to give it a quick shake. Obviously with much less care than Clara. “And it’s been here all day? Probably fair to say no one will be coming for it, yeah?” She questions with a wide smirk. Clara sighs as she goes to stand up. But before she can intervene Ashley hurries over to the counter. Grabbing the box cutter and slicing the top open.


“H-hey wait! We can’t just open that up!” Clara replies, speeding up a bit, but Ashely was already pulling the top back, peering inside. Before pulling back and looking over to Clara. “W-what? What’s in it?” She questions, leaning over her shoulder to try and get a look inside. When she does, both of them are met with quite the surprise. On the inside of the box lay two collars. One was blue with darker blue splotches across it, while the other was red with similar darker red splotches across it. “Dog collars?” She questions, lifting the blue one out as Ashley takes the red collars.


“Looks like it.. Or maybe like collars for people? I mean, you know some people are into that kind of stuff.” She remarks, biting her lip a bit as a sudden jolt moves through the both of them. A sudden urge filling their mind. An urge to.. Wear the collars filling their bodies. Slowly looking at one another, both of them blushing heavily. “Uh. You know. It could be fun to maybe wear them? You know as a joke of course!” Ashley remarks with a laugh. Carla chuckled a bit and blushing even deeper herself.


“Y-yeah of course, as a joke.. I’m not against that kinda thing.” Carla replies, the both of them not wanting to be honest with why they wanted to wear them. After all they weren’t actually into that kind of stuff. As tempting as it was. Toying with the collars a bit more they both pop open the back at the same time. Slowly lifting it up to their necks they wrap it around and clip them shut. The collars were surprisingly comfortable, albeit a bit thick. It was hard to properly move their heads like that. But still they didn’t really seem to mind. After all, the inside was nice and plush. Leaving them pretty comfortable as they lounge on the couch.


Though as the two girls are laying there they can feel a small itch coming from their necks. A slight groan leaving their mouths. Reaching up as they go to scratch at the underside of their neck. Though as they went to rub against it they both quickly realized just how tight the collars were. “S-shit are these flea collars or something?” Clara asks, scratching at her neck best she can despite the collar. It doesn’t even occur to them to just remove them as it starts to get worse. The itching sensation was horrible. The two women continue to scratch and rub at it before suddenly feeling it fade away. Leaving them itching for a few more seconds before stopping. “E-errf.. Fuck okay I think that should be it..” She adds with a sigh, leaning back.


Ashley frowns a bit, reaching up to try and take off the collar. “Yeah so whoever the fuck did this, very funny.” She grumbles running her fingers along the back of the collar. Before slowing to a stop. Blushing heavily and quickly running her hand around the front, all around the collar. “U-uh… So um. We have a small problem.” She replies, looking over to Carla who was also trying to take the collar off. The both of them looked at one another. “W-we need to find a way to get these things off.”


“Y-yeah you don’t say!” Carla replies. “Why the hell did we do this in the first place?! I can’t believe you talked me into this!” She growls slightly, feeling anger bubbling up in her body, gritting her teeth as she shutters. Trying to calm herself down, shaking her head as she reaches under the collar once more, feeling her fingers dusting across a thick patch of fur sprouting from right under the collar.


“W-what? This was your idea not mine!” She shouts in response. Both of them pointing accusingly at the other. Not wanting to accept responsibility. After all, why should they? It wasn't  their fault. Glaring down one another they eventually look away with an annoyed huff. Ashley didn’t even notice the blue fur sprouting around the bae of her neck. Blushing heavily as the two of them get up. Heading in their own directions to deal with this.  Ashley makes her way towards the kitchen, digging through the cabinets. “Come on.. It has to be here somewhere. Or there has to just be something I can use?” She thinks to herself, feeling the fur starting to spread up and down her neck. Reaching her free hand she scratches and strokes at it. Noticing just how thick the fluff was. It felt like proper dog fur. “What the hell is happening to me?” She questions, shaking her head. Trying her best to ignore whatever was happening to her. She just had to get the collar off. Pulling out the pair of scissors Ashley shakily holds it up to the collar. Slipping one blade underneath it slowly. Making sure she was careful as she tried to cut through it. Though nothing happens. It doesn’t give at all. She was so busy cutting through the collar, or at least trying to, she barely noticed a few changes slowly spreading over her body. Namely her ears slowly growing larger and larger. While her height swiftly diminishes. Shrinking just a few inches at first. Knocking her down from five foot ten to a solid five feet tall. She struggles with the scissors for a good while longer before groaning in audible annoyance tossing it off to the side as she grits her teeth, grinding her teeth slightly, every little movement grinding her teeth down into sharp fangs.


Meanwhile Clara makes her way down into her bedroom. Huffing softly. “Y-you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.. I can’t believe I’d be stuck in this thing. What the hell is up with this skin reaction?” She questions, reaching a hand up, feeling over the fur. Pushing her fingers into it, feeling just how plush and soft it was. It was so strange.Though scratching at the red fur softly she slowly finds her gaze wavering. Shutting her eyes with a slow groan. “O-oh wow.. That uh.. Feels really good~” She says with a small smile. But quickly shaking her head she gives the sides of her head a few quick smacks. Trying to clear her mind with a grunt. “No focus.. Have to get this thing off.” She remarked. Not even noticing her voice growing just a tad deeper. Making her way into the bathroom she tosses open the medicine cabinet. Digging through the medical tools she had. Eventually grabbing a small. But Very sharp scalpel from the cabinet. Smirking a bit as she looks it over. Reaching her free hand up she tugs the collar slightly. Managing to find a given point where she can start cutting at.


Though like with her flatmate she quickly finds herself unable to make any actual leeway with it. Even finding herself unable to fray the collar’s threads. Whatever the thing was made of she knew she wouldn’t be able to cut through it. Eventually pulling the scalpel back she growls in anger. Throwing the scalpel off to the side her ears twitching as it bounces loudly off the tile ground below her. “Come on! You’ve got to be kidding me!” She grows tapping her foot hard against the ground. Her nails started to push out. Growing longer and sharper as it clacks loudly against the ground. Crossing her arms she tries her best to calm herself down. Huffing and breathing heavily as she drums her claws alongside her skin. Threatening to draw blood if she put any more pressure on her skin. But eventually she looks up and sighs. “Fine.. I guess I don’t have much of a choice…” Looking back out of the bathroom and hearing Ashley struggling from down the hall she realized. As much as she might hate it, they’ll have to work together. Reaching down Clara grumbles, attempting to adjust her pants a bit, while they were feeling loose there was something else rubbing up against the inside of her pants.


Ashley had started back towards the living room as well, grumbling a bit at how stupid this was. A few strange alien phrases working their way into her speech as she walks. Looking up to Clara she grumbles a bit and looks away. “So what.. Can’t get the collar off?” She remarks with a smirk, despite the fact that her entire head was now covered in blue fur, ears puffing up in size while moving up the sides of her head. Clara digs her much larger nails, which by now were practically claws into her fluffy arms, not even noticing the bumps appearing on the sides of her body. “Hrrf.. Not like I can either, we gotta find a way to get these stupid things off!” She growls, feeling that tingling in her crotch starting to pick up again, making her bite her lip as a growl of pleasure leaves her mouth. Falling back onto the couch she reaches a hand down, almost right away her mind starts to cloud. Strange thoughts spread across her mind. Dominating her roommate. Showing them who's boss.. What was their name again?.. What was his own name? As he thinks over this he reaches down, stroking at the swelling shaft poking out above his panties. Stitch sounds about right. Tilting his head back and baring his sharp teeth he growls softly in pleasure, eyes rolling back as he starts to pump faster and faster.


“Huh? What the hell are you doing, you dumb idiot!” Clara remarks, a secondary pair of arms sprouting right under her first pair. Both sets now covered in thick, fluffy blue fur. His speech quickly deteriorates as his new cock bursts from his underwear, pushing the very loose fitting skirt up as he loses a good few feet in height. Leroy doing the same as a growl escapes his mouth. As fur begins to spread faster, moving down past his chest and towards his lower body. Both of their intelligence slowly fading, being replaced with proper programming and instincts. The both of them were experiments after all.


Memories were quickly being rewritten, school, college, most basic knowledge being replaced with thoughts of sex, power, and domination. Growling with pleasure Stitch looks over Leroy, running his long, slimy tongue across his muzzle. Without another word he pounces forwards. His fat blue cock twitching heavily as the two mostly transformed aliens start to wrestle for control. Tearing away what little clothing still clung to their bodies. Pressing their crotches up against one another they continue to growl and thrash around. Rolling off the couch and onto the ground.


“M-mrrrff Gotta.. Dominate~” Stitch groans out, managing to pin Leroy down, who was still squirming and struggling. Flipping him over, Stitch leans in, chuckling maliciously as he lines up his shaft with Leory’s tailhole, with one swift pump he slams his shaft deep into his ass. Forcing a moan of pleasure out of the both of them. Tongue rolling out as Leroy digs his claws into the ground below. Biting his lip to not show anymore pleasure. He couldn’t let Sitch win this time. Even as he continues to pull back and pound his ass relentlessly. Animalistic in nature as his instincts fully take over. He starts to pump faster and harder, thrusting his entire length into Leroy’s ass, riding him like the slut he was as Stitch chuckles, eventually letting go of his arms, leaning back putting his upper arms over his head, while resting the second set at his sides. Thinking that by now he had proven himself, smirking pridefully down to Leroy.


The red experiment stays there for a good few seconds before grinning himself. Using his entire weight to flip Stitch over, slamming him against the ground before sitting on top of him, still riding his cock but being much more in the position of power now. He cackles down to him, reaching a claw down as he grips his shaft, tilting his head back he starts to pump his cock. Thrusting into his palm, as his other three hands pin Stitch down. Jabbering out a few incoherent alien noises as he bends over, thrusting his cock against Stitch’s chest while pressing their muzzles together. Stitch sneers back but before he can even say anything Leroy pulls him into a deep kiss, forcing his tongue into his maw. His eyes rolled back with a low groan of pleasure. Squirming and struggling but the pleasure was overwhelming. Stitch could barely move as Leroy rode him, it didn’t help but the red alien didn’t let up. Still holding him close as he pumps his shaft, clenching his hole tight around Stitch’s cock. Milking him dry.


It doesn’t take too much longer for the both of them to finally blow their loads, cumming hard in unison. Stitch fills Leroy up, while Leroy blasts his seed across Stitch's chest. Groaning in pleasure, the both of them tilt their heads back, Stitch arching his back as he cums again and again. Feeling his seed leaking out of Leroy’s hole as his rival chuckles. Having won the fight this time. Licking his chops once more he lets a good bit of drool dribble down onto Stitch’s chest before slowly starting to pull away with a grin. “Mmmmrrf~ Like that?” He growls out before letting out a loud, mad cackle, rolling off the other alien as Stitch wobbles to his feet, feeling like jelly as he does his best to try and keep himself up, his cock twitching from the immense pleasure. Stitch huffs and looks away, crossing his arms in annoyance while going to walk away. The two of them had gotten their aggression out for the time being. But who knows how long that would last.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Stitch and Leroy", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/plain", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "222" }