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"writing": "Screwed Episode One:\nMark's Initiation\nBy Kusaragi and SpiralFractalGecko\n\n(Insert Disclaimer here) If you are under 18 close this page and return from whence you came. Story of fantasy involving a male Doberman and a female Chameleon, involving Toys, fisting, bondage, and a somewhat public setting. If this is not your thing you you can turn back now. There is plenty of forewarning in the tags. \n\nAll characters are copywrite their owners.\n\nOn to the SMUT....\n\n\nMark awoke to the gentle caress of a chill breeze. His eyes were unfocused and bleary from his restful sleep and he brought his hand up to rub the crust from his eyes... Or he WOULD have, if both of his arms weren't restrained to his bed. He tugged on the binds and discovered that they were fashioned out of the same strip of cloth, wrapped around one wrist down under the bed, around the bars of the bed's backboard and then finally connecting to his other wrist. He wiggled and found that he could sit part way up, and saw that his feet were restrained in the same manner. He had just enough slack for him to bend his knees. The situation had an immediate effect on him, but rather then a feeling of fear or apprehension, it was a wave of excitement and anticipation for what he knew was to come.\n\nA disembodied voice danced around the room.\"Good morning.\" A female voice at that, coming from the wall that Mark spied as he tilted his head to the left. Across a rolling table cleaned of dirt and beset with scuffs of constant use. The orange-peel texture seemed to shift a little as if looked at through a bottle. Slowly the colors begin to fade and melt into eachother. Red and silver bleed into a dominative turqoise and settle on a flushed golden-green color. A scantly clad reptile's lovely thighs clench delicately as her toe-claws curl in anticipation \"I love that trick, I love it as much as I love my job. Can you guess where you are Mark? Of ninety-three Perdurabo Ave from Pyramid Prefecture?\"\n\n\"If you can't guess, you might be. . . screwed!\" She pauses for a moment and feigns disinterest. Looking at her claws she seems to focus intently with an off-camera subtle furl of her brow as she wills some violet-raspberry into her otherwise bone-tan sharps. \"Welcome to screwed Mark. Someone you know suggested that YOU are on the cusp of a sexual revolution. And you've been randomly selected to have a Sexpert-\" She leans in and whispers- \"That's me. . . \" The color changing reptillian hostess leans back up, her breasts trailing only a few milliseconds behind as they juggle and settle in their playfully plush-scale way. a wave-wash of beach colors race along her spine and wriggle as she presses a button to open her tool-box of plentiful penitrating protrusions and probes. \"So any last words from the old inhibited Mark before the viewing public gets a thrill out of you?\"\n\nMark whined as he saw the famous reptile put on a show for the hidden cameras that were around the room. He panted as his cock began to peek from his sheath and he couldn't help but blush thinking about all the people around the world who will see him at his most vulnerable. He gulped slightly and whispered, \"Be... Gentle?\" before lowering his black pointy ears to his head in submission. He knew that asking those two words would only make her desire to break him even more driven, more forceful, and it was just what he wanted. The last few months had been dedicated to watching every and all episodes of 'Screwed' It was a dream come true to be selected for the show, and a miracle that he got his favorite Sexpert.\n\n\"Ok everyone! The secret word for today is gentle! When you hear it scream -real- loud. Mark will!\" With heel on thigh one-legged posing. She fingertip-taps her nose horn, her signature smile and wink. Dropping into a sudden slope she slides off her box and pops out a rather large mustard bottle. Her thumb pops the nozzle open with practiced ease, and a firm squeeze covers her hand in a drizzle of translucent liquid. She grins and with no ceremony her fingers drive firm towards your tailhole. A shark-fin smack as her claws thankfully avoid scratching that lovely furred buttocks. A flat SKKWALCHing sound can be heard as she begins to 'saw' up and down, lubricating your hemispheres as she makes conversation. \"So why do you think it is you couldn't make the jump on your own Mark? What's holding you back? Mmmm, aside from being a tight little canine?\" She looks over her shoulder and smiles as if waving someone in. A camera on a mechanical arm attached to a small omni-wheeled droid follows her in. Soon the live broadcast is almost entirely composed of Marks slick cheeks. Spread wide so the wind can tickle his star. A boner-quivering sensation tickles the Doberman's abs and thereabouts as Dayaki's gorgeously long Chameleon tongue drizzles down from her maw and lifts it's tip up in a predatory coil. She reaches down and taps something on a small MP3 player \"Hey folks! A pre-recorded messages since I'm all tongue-tied-up at the moment. Look at that tight little pucker.\" In sync her shimmering pink appendage slips up and playfully smacks your spread star. Before it's lime-sized bud begins to tease. Her face says it all. In suprisingly clear letters. He's about to get pounded inside out by this poly-colored three horned beast.\n\nMark laid his head back as his tailstar was worked over. He panted and closed his eyes and he groaned in pleasure as that dexterous tongue was added to this fleshy ring. \"I-I needed people to know...\" Mark gasped hesitating. \"To know that I wasn't the timid Mark that they remember. I...\" Another loud groan escaped him as his swelling knot slipped out of his sheath, his precum already matting his stomach fur. He squirmed a little thrusting his hips up towards her invading tongue before settling back into the bed. \"I had a deep NEED that couldn't be...\" His voice trailed off and his blush spread to his brown cheeks.\n\nThere's a gut-dropping ScchhhlORP sound as she retracts her tongue and resets it within her tri-point maw. \"Filled? Despite your best efforts? Maybe it was because of a certain someone?\" She crouches and dissapears from your limited view. You can hear the rustling of scale-tight clothing and the sound of clicks and snaps and the quiet slish of a lubed hand across latex. \"Tell me Mark. Do you remember THIS cock from your past?\" As her torso comes up you only briefly glimpse a flash of bulked pink before it's leveled between your thighs. Within seconds her breasts lurch foreward and her torso blocks the light above. The sharp, flat head of a thick canine cock smashes the defense of your partially-resistant entryway. Within seconds you're tight down on it. Clenching somewhere above the knot as your Sexpert reptile host shudders in pleasure. She turns to face the camera as she speaks. \"Gnnnnndon't forget all of you out there with internal plumbing. Just because they call it a dummy doesn't mean you have to go without. Alkon's new ForceBack does to youuurrrrrmmmnoh\" She suddenly pauses, your clenching and grinding having the same effect on her as it would a male sampling your precious, well trained rear-door. Having tried so many toys and males it's only natural, and catches Dayaki off guard. \"Tell me Mark. Do you recognize the cock of your old Volleyball team captain? Do you remember how often you and the others would suck eachother off after practice in the showers? But I bet you also remember the last night of the season, before the big game.\"\nAs the chameleon sparks the memories, she grinds further in, settling the knot just outside the submissive pup's tailhole, menacing every time it shoves foreward only to drift back without achiving entry. \"You remember sitting on that shaft and balancing on the knot? But you never could get it in. You never had the persistance, and you ended the night with that lovely trained rump of yours. Blowing his load without taking the knot. Deep down you always regretted that. . . . Well! Are you ready to make up for it on national TV? Say it Mark. Tell everybody what you want!\"\n\nMark looked down this body and saw the familiar sight of a cock pressing into his tailhole, he clenched tightly on it and moaned deeply. He mumbled something unintelligible and Dayaki said, \"Speak up Mark. The people can't hear you.\" Dayaki turns her head and cups her ear. Mark lowered his ears again as she continued to thrust into him, each time that thick knot pressed at his entrance his cock would spurt another line of pre onto his chest. Each press dimpled his anus a little more but never crested the widest point. Minutes ticked by. The continued anal stimulation wore down on his reservations, and his need to be filled finally pushed him over the edge. \"Please, I need the Knooooot\" his sentence turned into a guttural moan as he arched his back and pulled on his bonds.\n\nWith her shoulders arched back and her claws wrapped fiercely on your hips she grinds the thick knot into his tailstar with all the skill and strength of a well paid professional. A shrill sensation of muscles being forced to relax and give way radiates outward and then implodes on Mark's practiced but inexperienced tail-hole. As he clenches down it's only to the width of the shaft's base. The knot tents his rectum severely as she begins to gyrate, back and fourth. Her scaled body crashes flush with yours. Your shaft trapped between walls of lush fur and slick scales as her hips tick tock. Hands explore greedily and take full liberties to touch, grope and explore. Reaching into a pouch on her backside she holds up a Droid phone. Clicking it on and one-thumb navigating to the ScrewedStream app. She holds before your face the most captivating of sights. Near the top of the screen sits your studio-lit anus, Bulged out like a deeply pregnant volcano. Within seconds that volcano collapses into a valley. A more relaxing sight but a deeply piercing sensation for you. Nearer to the bottom of the expensive and wide screen you can see her sex. A thick shaft extending in from her strap-on and causing quite a few syrupy drops of her cammy-juice to coat her upper thighs. There occurs in your lower intestine, where the head sits. A sudden burst of warmth. As if someone turned on a hose of heated maple syrup and, despite it's thickness, seemed to be gushing along the path toward your stomach. Laying down atop you and massaging your chest with a rack worthy of a hard-core-porn-network-TV star, she begins to speak with a lust filled and breathy moan. \"Mmmmph. . . the Coach was a pent up one. That's an entire litre of synth-seed inside of you. 100% digestable so we could leave you corked up as long as we please...\" Mark gasped and grunted as the knot finally entered his battered tailhole. His eyes locked on the phone and he moaned more and more as the action played out. The feeling of his gut full of seed almost caused him to tip over the edge of orgasm, and before he could fully recover, a slow sliding motion begins to pull the knot back. Waiting for a moment of relaxation Dayaki manages to pull the hefty knot from Marks twitching and increasingly widening flesh cave. As the knot was ripped from his still clutching depths his cock released a jet of pre that reached all the way to his chin. He sat there panting and twitching. Dayaki's words were distant and fuzzy in this sex-addled mind\n\nSlipping fully out, she pays little mind as his rump begins to pump itself clear. Though she does the service of holding your tail to the side, keeping it somewhat clean. \"Tell me Mark, what's the next sexual choice you'd like to change in your past? Perhaps something with a certain rib-cocked stud dragon who worked at Guildshire Stadiums? What do you remember about. . . .Tiel?\" Hearing Tiel's name brought the memories back to the forefront, his mind awash in the scents and sounds of the moment and the heat radiating from his tailhole Mark moaned \"Oh fist me Tiel.\" His eyes shot open as he realized that he said that out loud. He looked down at Dayaki and hoped that she hadn't heard it, then to the cameras. Mark's blush spread to cover his entire head, his inner ears were on fire as he tried to force them flatter onto his head.\n\nMoving slowly and with a definate sense that she truly enjoys her job. The young and bountifully endowed Chameleon picked up something from behind her box and slid it on. \"Well, sorry folks. But Tiel isn't here tonight. But a visit to the good dragon bull and some quick work by Rainbow Toys produced THIS!\" Her right arm seems to have tripled in girth! It looks so disproportionate. As if someone had slapped on a full sized ultra-gym-king Dragon's forearm to the young reptile. It looks in every way an exact replica of Teil's arm. Right down to the six inches across knuckles and the countlessly protruding deposits of thick muscle all along. Sliding up slowly she lays her newly sized hand upon your chest and strokes a playful pattern before reminding you how tiny your shaft felt, clutched in that massive stone-shatter-worthy fist. \"Be careful what you ask for. Especially when it comes to timid dragons. You remember Tiel was a bit of a hypocondriac. Even with a glove he couldn't bring himself to reach around in somebody else's bum. But this is Screwed! And the victim. . . er. . . contestant, ALWAYS gets what he wants, whether he knows it or not!\" Those tantilizingly gargantuan fingers all come together at a point, five tips rotating side to side like a scaled drill about to explore a deep, hidden shaft.\n\nMark was slowly backing away from the peak of his climax, and the sight of that massive arm caused him to squirm and writhe in his bonds. Although Mark wasn't sure if he was trying to get away, or get those fingers into his rump. His tailhole continued to twitch in need though, the seed still oozing out onto the bed as he whimpered. His mind wasn't made up if he wanted to go through with it or not, but it was no longer his decision to make. The chameleon started to press and twist her modified hand into Mark's rump, slowly working more and more into his pre-streached and pre-lubrecated hole.\n\n\"Ohhhh a boy, you're so tight! You're going to need to adapt quickly. Remember that if you get injured you forfeit the rest of the show.\" Her fist started to move like a landslide. Slow wide, yet carrying a sense of purpose and power. Like a planet along an unaltered and unerring course. She stops near the knuckles, seemingly unable to continue as Mark resists and whines. But with waiver signed and his Sexpert entirely occupied with her duties to break him into a new and more sexual person, she continues with an arm rotation, anything to wake up your muscles and get them loose. A sudden and quite sharp HELLO jolts Mark upright with the feel of knuckles coasting through his bloomed and battered tail-hole. The excess cum from their warm-up seems to be the thin line between pain and pleasure. The fact that he's haven't passed out means that line is safe, for the moment. \"Ohhhh boy is this gonna be a good episode. Still with us Mark? You know even I would have to stop and think about this one. I mean I do want to be able to do things like drive and sit in chairs again. But I guess when there's a flame in your heart and lava in your phallus, there's no place to go but. . . IN!\"\n\nMark let out a primal snarl as Dayaki's fist plunged into his slightly less then willing anus. The feeling was indescribable, Powerful and primal. He clenched his eyes and his claws racked against the bed digging long scores into the sheets and mattress. His cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat, It stood easily an inch off of his stomach and shot pre beyond his shoulder to land on the headboard behind him. Dayaki feels the powerful throb of Mark's prostate against the top of her hand and held there to prolong his sensations. \nMark slowly came to his senses and looked down his body at the hand nestled in his rump. He panted and moaned again before saying loudly \"Moooore...\" He looked at the cameras with a goofy lust filled haze and whispered \"more\" again as he drooled lightly.\n\nHer fist wriggles like a trapped creature attempting to escape through a gap. as her forearm flexes it creates countless new ridges to be overcome. Though the fingers stay together it feels as if someone is carving a six lane high-way through his bowels. Dayaki's shimmering silver hair seems to tremble. Glimpsing at her phone in the corner you can see an expanding toy inside her rump. Swelling and growing to share in the experience. Her head rests on your chest and she mumbles in motor-function robbing pleasure. Your rectum seems always just at the edge of breaking, yet Dayaki just keeps boring further. She lets out an orgasmic shudder as she cums from anal stimulation alone. Soaking your tail in her sex fluids.\n\nThe smell of her sex assaults Mark's senses as he watches Dayaki's arm slowly sink into his bowels. Her muscular, modified, arm flexes and presses slowly into him. His stretched pucker is so overwhelmed that it's even stopped gripping at her arm, it remains just a taunt red ring around her forearm. There is a visible bulge that travels up his stomach that starts small, just above his sheath, and slowly, OH so slooowly works closer and closer to his navel. Mark desperately wants this to be the end of it. His cock is oozing pre constantly now his eyes locked on the insistent movement of the bulge in his gut. He moans out \"Oh god I need to CUUUUM.\" He wants to thrust his hips but the feelings of pressure and fullness kept him still despite his need.\n\nTaking the thick shaft in her free hand, Dayaki angles it toward herself. Slipping her lips around it loosely she begins to suckle the oozing, slick rod and draws Mark over the edge. A fierce, slow punch is delivered to Mark's insides as his tailhole seems, remarkably, able to fit someone's head inside. His entire body feels as if it's detaching. Melting and being forced down into what is shaping up to be a wake up on the floor orgasm. Dayaki's slick scales are shimmering an almost glowing turquoise as she lays atop the twitching doberman, having orgasm after orgasm. Her colors intensifying and shifting with a blink as she stares him down. \"Mmmm That's it Mark! You feel that? All the way to the elbow. Now take off like a rocket, blow that load of pent-up frustration down my lizard throat!\"\n\nMark groans and thrusts his hips down as best he could, his tailhole enveloped Dayaki's elbow and clenched tightly behind it. Gasping and clenching he howled at the rafters and clutched at the bed again. His overly stretched anus actually pulling forcefully at Dayaki's arm pulling it deeper by another couple inches as his orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks. His balls drew close to his body and his prostate swelled and became firm around the bicep in his rump. His seed shot powerfully into the back of the reptiles throat, her mouth filled quickly even before the second shot was launched from his urethra. Shot after shot was forced from his heavy balls as Mark just sat there and panted awash in the pleasure for a full minute.\n\nBy the time the room regains it's light values and Mark's mind can track thoughts again. Dayaki is slowly working the enlarged arm out of his body. Though not to a full recovery. She leaves the now tiny dog dildo inside for your innards to rest against. She smiles and slides up next to you. Placing the large arm to the side as she goes scales to fur, cheek to cheek \"I think we can call this one a Screwed Success. What do you think? The polls open now! See you next time, and remember...\" Despite the dog's exausted state he finds himself able to remember and speak the ending catchphrase with Dayaki, almost in complete sync with her \"If regrets from the past have got you feeling blue, get ready for tomorrow, you might get. . . SCREWED!\" Her voice carries though the fact that you don't hear the theme music, it's a bit of a step away from the norm. After several seconds the cameras power down. The lights come on and the Chemeleon fem seems almost plain for a moment. \"Nice one there.\" She remarks. \"Good to see someone who can take a fist.\" Not asking, not having too since it's her show, she pulls out a hand-rolled cigarette and lights it. Taking an especially long drag on it before coughing a bit. Reaching over she casually hits the release on your various straps, leaning against her tool-box and taking another drag\n\nMark lays there on cloud nine for a while leaving his arms and legs where they were. He looks up at the ceiling gulping down air with his tongue lolling out the side of his muzzle. He sat up slowly groaning as he felt the dog dong sink a little deeper into him. He looked at Dayaki and smiled wide. \"That was amazing. You, are amazing.\" He paused and took a breath before taking the first bold step into his new personality. He grinned and asked her, \"What else is in that box?\"",
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