Cypress' D&D with friends~

A thick coating of fog drenched the landscape and fogged the windows on this Sunday morning. Cypress was sat in his room preparing the table. The ticking clock ticking as time marched forward, game time was going to start soon, and he'd overslept. The boy barely had time to brush his teeth and shower, and hadn't even bothered getting dressed. His naked chubby body still lightly damp but quickly drying in the open air. Having the general setting and dungeon laid out, all he really needed to do was set up the table, grabbing dice, player coins, the map, and a few condoms.

His friends and he agreed to allow things to get on the lewder side with the game. They were all horny gay teens in the bottomless district, after all, hard not to be lewd. Cypress had just gotten the Dm screen set up when he heard the doorbell ring. Walking over, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes, he opened the door. Out stepped Mavelor the tiefling hexblade warlock. Otherwise, known as Mike the dorky fox boy from Gym class.

He stood in the doorway wearing a black sleeveless shirt, his six-inch boy dick flopping free. A white arctic fox, he particularly enjoyed hanging about around the bottomless district, especially during the summer. Cypress actually met him here before meeting him at school. “Morning Cypress.” The boy yawned, stepping inside as Cypress closed the door.

“Morning Mike, you ready for the game?” The fox boy nodded and walked into Cypress' room, sitting his shirt on the bed. Cypress got the table properly set up while he waited for everyone else to arrive. Thankfully, in true D&D fashion, a handful of folks arrived a little late, so Cypress got plenty of time. The next to arrive was Vince the dragonborn cleric. Aka Vin a red shark boy from biology. Followed by a kobold rogue named Ruh. Vin's younger brother Davis, a pink shark boy, 1 year younger than his brother. Finally, the last to arrive in Fin, a Triton barbarian. A brown husky boy on the chubbier, even more so than Cypress, named Jeff, who knows Cypress from lunch.

It's nearly forty minutes since game time was supposed to start. Sounds bad, but it's actually a lot better than last time. A pile of shirts lay haphazardly on the bed. While all the cubs relax naked around the table, idly chatting while waiting for the game to start. Cypress got all his notes ready, then cleared his throat. “Alright guys, I'm going to do a short recap then we can begin.”

On the isle of Winderloft during a summer's evening, the party excepted a quest to retrieve the mimic key. A key said to be able to unlock any mundane lock it's placed into. However, they learned of a rival group of thieves hoping to steal the key for themselves. The party decided to move through the night and forgo a long rest in order to reach the dungeon first, but now they have limited time to make their way through the structure. Who knows what horrors lay behind the great stone doors ahead.

Ruh looks about the entrance for traps, running his claws along the door frame carefully. A mouth appears from the door's center and starts letting out a hardy laugh. “Oh, oh that tickles stop haha.” Ruh instantly backed up away from the laughing door. Fin brandished his axe, pulling it out to ready to attack should anything happen. The door however does not pay this any mind. “Ooh, that was fun, what do you lot want with this place?”

Vince tentatively stepped forward, keeping out of what he hoped was the door's range. “We'd like to go inside.” The door smirked wide at the group, though it had no eyes, it felt as if it was narrowing its gaze at Vince. “Perhaps, though, I require a sacrifice. Feed me one of your group and the rest may pass.” The boys at the table turned their heads and looked at Cypress' grin. Jeff let out a long sigh, looking at Cypress with tired eyes. “Again dude didn't we do this last session?”

Cypress shook his head and puffed at the comment. “No, last time it was a hungry jailer. This is totally different.” Vince looked up at the door concerned, not wanting to take another trip down any pred or send anyone else to the same fate until they reached a church he started to rack his brain. Ruh spoke up suddenly, “I'll suck your door dick if you let us in.”

This got a chuckle from the other cubs, but Cypress just smiled, getting a chub. “Roll persuasion.” Davis rolled the dice and Cypress smiled. A 15 in total, Cypress jerked off lightly under the table, his dick lightly dripping pre. The door flops out its cock that it totally had the whole time, and Ruh approached slowly, lifting the cock into his mouth to blow the door. Mike chuckled at the events. “When people read back years from now about the heroes blowing open the door, I'm sure no one will think of this.” Cypress just smiled on, his cock throbbing. “Alright Davis you know the rules sexual acts are acted out get under the table we'll just say your busy while the rest of the group move on.”

The younger pink shark boy crawled under the table, resting his lips against that massive dragon shaft. Opening slowly, his tongue rested against those glands. Slowly pushing the cock into his mouth and down his throat like an expert cocksucker. Cypress blushed, but this many sessions in had learned to keep his composure and keep playing during these acts. The group watched on as Ruh really went to town pushing himself deep down on that shaft, his  technique a bit off, maybe he should use more tongue.

The inside of the dungeon was dark as the blackest voids, as if any light inside was swallowed up within inches of the door. It was humid as well, so much so any torch would refuse to light. Mike raised his hand, “I have darkvision.” Cypress just sigh's “Well everyone else will surely struggle if a solution is not-” Vin spoke up interrupting Cypress. “I have darkvision too.” Jeff also raised his hand, followed by Ruh.

Cypress let out a long sigh, he'd be more upset if he wasn't ball deep right now. “Alright, but it's still dim light, and you can only see in shades of gray.” After the group realized they were all fine thanks to everyone's adapted eyes. They ventured deeper, the tunnels long and winding.

Who out of the group will take point? While the group discuss the matter, Cypress blushes hard, back in reality. Bucking his hips, forcing the shark boy down over and over before cumming hard down his throat. Thick ropes of hot cum slop thickly, sliding like warm butter down a hill right into his belly. Enough to make his stomach lightly bulge. The dragon boy's cock flops out, resting against the shark boy's head. Cum leaks down gently dripping down his face onto his small belly and even the floor. Davis takes deep breaths, blushing hard as his erection throbs between his legs.

He crawls back into his seat slowly and uses some toilet paper from the middle of the table to clean himself up a bit. Ruh catches up with the rest of the group during the argument, face still covered in door cum. “Uh, I should take point, I'm better at finding traps.” The group agreed and marched onward down the narrow corridors. 

Greased floors leading into spike traps flaming arrows and light skirmishes with rats and slimes laid within. Along with multiple requests from the warlock for a short rest. Though after the firth rest, the day had grown long and the party worried their pursuers would make it here if they wasted any more time, Mike. Cypress looked at the group, saying this as a not so subtle reminder that resting after every little scrape was kind of cheesy. Eventually they made it down within the depths of the final chamber. The floor was slick with a strange green ooze, but they could see in front of them on a pedestal the key.

They ran in without thinking, ignoring the blatant trap that lay in front of them. One of the walls started to seep nasty green ooze skeletons and weapons coming from the wall. A cube of gelatinous ooze sprang forth, massive, taking up a large section of the room. Vin looked at Cypress, confused and a little angry. “Dude, we're level 1 we can't fight a cube that's insane!” 

Cypress just smirked and shrugged. “Well, you can always just leave without the key regardless, roll for initiative.” Ruh got a low roll but thought to himself using the meta knowledge he had of cubes they were slow if someone just ran in they could grab the key, and they could all probably just dash away.

Fin, however, rolled first and decided to run up to the cube rage and swing at it with his mighty great axe. Dealing serious damage with a critical hit, but not enough to fell the monster. Vince decided to stay at a distance and cast shield of faith on Fin to buff his armor class. Then it was the cubes turn. Cypress knew Jeff's character had decent dexterity, so to make things fair he'd use his action on a dexterity check against him since it was a pretty big monster for their level.

The cube moved forward to engulf the fish man. Jeff rolled to see if he could evade and! 1… The Triton face-plants while attempting to escape before being engulfed by the cube. Cypress smirked wide, showing off his sharp teeth to Jeff, the boy's shoulders sunk low. “D-do we really have to?” Cypress nods and the husky boy just sighs, walking over to Cypress as he crams his friend's head down into his shaft.

The warm walls of cock flesh hugging around the boy's head as the dragon pushes down slowly over his form. His chubby body making a lovely bulge in that shaft. Mike blushes secretly, or at least trying to secretly jerk off while watching this all happens. Vin chuckles, “Didn't we say anything sexual matches with what's going on in game? Doesn't that mean Mavelor is jerking off watching his friend get engulfed by a slime?”

Mike looks back, blushing, his hand still on his throbbing cock. “W-what no, it's one way it's only what happens in D&D not the other way around!” Cypress lets out a long huff feeling his cock creep over the huskies chubby gut, popping it in pre slicking up his body legs wiggling as they lift into the air. Cypress chuckling, “Yeah it totally does, those are the rules!” The dragon stuck out his tongue while his shaft slipped down further, feeling those little legs slip on inside. Cypress sat back in his chair, resting his fat cock against his belly. The bulge travelled down slowly but surely, filtering into those fattening balls.

This was all too much for Mike who busted a nut, cum flying out hitting his snoot and sending a few thick ropes of boy cum across the table. Davis smirked at Mike and laughed. “Wait, a combat round is six seconds, and he did all that in one round, so Mavelor is totally a two pump chump.”

This time the entire table burst out laughing and chuckling outside of Mike. Even Jeff in his worrying position couldn't help but chuckle. His body slowly sank into Cypress' balls, his form making those orbs sink low under the table as the husky tried to get comfortable. Cypress rolled for damage, and Fin just barely survived with a few hit points. Those orbs clenched around the fat husky cub a few times to simulate some damage. His fur soaked in cum, starting to desaturate in color.

Ruh runs in past the cube right for the key, using his action to pick it up ready to run back on his next turn. Mavelor has used his action jerking off, much to Mike's bitterness. Back up the turn order, Fin attempts to escape by doing a strength save before getting a 3 on the die. Muffled cursing can be heard from inside the boy's balls as they slosh and sway, Jeff pushing out slightly, asking for a reroll.

Vince looks up and down his spell list a few times, but can't find anything to really help. Instead, simply casting healing word in the hopes Fin could survive long enough for another strength check. The tiny bit of healing doesn't help much as Fin is knocked out. Cypress' balls starting to really heat up as the churning goo drenches itself over Jeff. Ruh makes a dash with the key out of the room. “Sorry, Fin, we'll revive you back at the church later.” Jeff pushed against those orbs. “Come on guys, I did so much damage, he can't have much health left!”

The group however all ran away with no chance of survival, Cypress ruled it as an auto death save fail. “You know the rules.” Jeff pushed out a bit more panicked, Vin rested a sympathetic hand on those orbs. Hey same thing happened to me last week, remember we'll have you reformed at a church by the end of the session. This did little to calm him, but he reluctantly stopped struggling for fear they'd kick him from the group and just leave him sloshed.

Those balls got to work, sagging low and churning hot. Jeff felt his body dripping and losing its texture in favor of gooey white cum. Those orbs clenched over and over, and Cypress paused the game. Resting his head on his shoulders, letting out cute little moans while his balls melted down their meal. “J-just give me a minute, guys.” The dragon boy sweats lightly, gritting his teeth, rubbing his fat orbs, kneading the meal inside down. Eventually, even Jeff's light struggles stop. His body feeling like thick hot clay form slowly dissolving.

Hot clay turned to thick mud which in turn turned to slime then eventually nothing but bubbling soup. Cypress' balls sagged low enough to touch the floor while sitting down. Regaining his composure, the group left the dungeon. Smoke filled the skies, running a little ways they could see the distant city they gained their quest from burning with that the session ended, and the group reached level two.

Mike looked over at Cypress, currently nursing his oversized orbs. “So do we like assume we find a church and revive him then before the next session.” Cypress starts jerking off, leaking pre everywhere. “No way, gotta actually get him to a church, I'm sure you'll find one next session. We can talk more in a minute, I need to go unload in the bathroom.”

Dragging his thick sweaty overheated sloshers to the bathroom, the cub slowly made his way into the tub. Lifting his balls above the rim of the bathtub was like trying to lift a bag of wet concrete mix. Still he managed it, feeling up his throbbing needy shaft pulling the curtain. He didn't want to get yelled at for making a massive mess like last week when he got overexcited and blew his churned friend out under the table.

Pumping his cock with both hands, the dragon blushed deeply. His maw quivering with pleasure and his fat body wobbled against the intensity of his pumps. The boy letting out heavy moans as the room was filled with the sounds of sloshing. Cypress eventually yelling out as cum gushed from his cock and slammed hard into the side of the tub. He tried to keep it pointed down, but quickly fell backward from the sheer force.

The blast slammed across the curtain, knocking it over but thankfully keeping the cum contained to the certain. Cypress pointing his dick straight up. Ropes of cum as thick as the boy's hips, gushing out, slamming into the ceiling. The flow quickly losing its intensity, arching into the tub, filling it rapidly. The gooey load dripped from the ceiling down over the boy's fat over as the soaked in the hot slop that used to be his friend.

The dragon could just drift to sleep in this warmth if he didn't know his friends were waiting on him. Getting up, he turned on the shower and got himself and the bath cleaned up. Using the detachable shower head to clean the ceiling before getting dried and heading back to the table, face still flushed from the intense orgasm.

In the next session, the group found the city burned and slaughtered church along with it. Hunting those responsible became the first priority. This took the group into the deep woods, where they found a group of hags that lead them on a wild goose chase before running away. Investigating their hut, they learned the witches used a dark ritual to inflict madness on the town, causing the towns folks to slaughter themselves. After a few sessions of hunting, Skip joined in as a temp member playing a fighter. 

After a while, the group decided they'd prefer Skip to Jeff, he didn't charge in like an idiot all the time or try to solve all his problems with his axe. They could have brought him back and just kicked him from the group, but damn that would have been awkward, it was better they just left him cum.