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Anonymous Fri 30 Aug 2024 01:11:15 No.68707372 Report

Quoted By: >>68707398 >>68707401 >>68707410 >>68707433 >>68707472 >>68707778 >>68707806

You desire slop?

Slop ye shall receive.

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Anonymous Fri 30 Aug 2024 01:28:34 No.68707778 Report

>>68707372

>I have never watched so much fucking Two Piece before in my entire life.

>It’s Friday night.
>Normally, I’d be rotting back at the box in Skin Row I have the misfortune of calling an apartment.
>But instead, ever since school let out at 4, I’ve been stuck halfway across Volcaldera watching episodes of this funky pirate anime that’re almost as old as me, if not older.
>At Steffan’s house, by his invitation.
>An invitation that came through a weird game of telephone with Rosa as an intermediate.
>It was almost like he was nervous about asking me.
>I can’t exactly blame him. He probably figured I’d say no.
>And, usually, I would have.
>But Fang is giving me the cold shoulder after I got into a particularly nasty fight with her–their–whatever’s pet trigga.
>Fuck you Trish.
>A lack of VVURM DRAMA drama in my life has left me with a pretty open schedule.
>And besides, I could use some more friends.
>Steffan’s weird, but he’s more my speed than most of the normies we go to school with.
>A little cringey, yeah, but he’s a nice guy.

>Speaking of Steffan, Raptor Jesus, dude lives in a small McMansion.
>The Aaron Household was pretty nice compared to my current situation, but this place blows the birdbox out’ve the water.
>Real fancy shit. The rest of the house seemed like it was torn out of a different century.
>So did his parents. Met the two elder Stegos briefly. They’ve got an interesting accent going on.
>Almost sounded…French.
>Compared to the immaculate appearance of the rest of his house, Steffan’s upstairs bedroom was about as weeb trash as I expected it to be.
>The interior design has been consumed by a layer of eastern paraphernalia about as thick as it is diverse.
>Whole lot of DVD sets, couple of figures. Even spotted one of those GunPla mechs.
>Plenty of posters too.
>Most of them are the usual surface level shit. Narutops, Blanch, Axe Art Online.
>...The fuck is Dokyuusei?
>--Anyways, Strawhats.

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Anonymous Fri 30 Aug 2024 01:29:08 No.68707790 Report

Quoted By: >>68707808

>>68707778

>It was Steffan’s suggestion to binge Two Piece. I wasn’t too crazy about it, given how fucking long it is, but he insisted.
>We’ve been using his bed as a couch for what must’ve been…
>I squint through the dimness of his room; he turned off the lights at some point.
>The digital clock underneath his huge-ass flatscreen reads a little past 11:30.
>Jesus, I’ve been watching this show for nearly six hours now.
>But it’s not bad.
>Steffan isn’t bad company, either.
>At first, he kept glancing over at me at every little exchange between the characters, wanting to gauge my reaction. We eventually simmered into a comfortable silence over the past hour or so.
>We’re both probably just feeling worn out.
>...It was kind of cute to see how excited he was during the first smattering of episodes, though.
>The way he smiled. The–

>I can’t stop myself from letting out a loud yawn. The kind of yawn that’s so intense that you can’t help but pop your arms into the air and streeeeeeeetch afterwards.
>Steffan glances at me as I bring a hand up to rub my face. The TV illuminates his face, blue eyes faintly visible through the shadow of his bangs. A smile, slightly concerned, curls his beak.
>He’s wearing a loose t-shirt and some basketball shorts. I forget when he changed, he just mentioned wanting to get comfortable.
>I was just fixated on the show when it happened.
>Just like I’m kind of fixated on the outfit now that I’m really noticing it.
>The way the neck of the tee is so wide on him, draping down the left of his chest, exposing a great deal of his clavicle and collarbone.
>The way those shorts leave little imagination on how soft his thighs look.
>The–

>”Anon?”

>I blink with a snort. “Huhwuh?”
>He lets out a laugh that’s too slight to be a laugh.
>He giggled at me.
>My ears feel warm.
>What the fuck is wrong at me right now.

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Anonymous Fri 30 Aug 2024 01:29:58 No.68707808 Report

Quoted By: >>68707825

>>68707790

>”I asked you if you were getting sleepy, and you spaced out on me,” he said, smiling still.
>That smile falters a little. “You aren’t bored, are you?”
>Sighing, I shake my head. “Nah, dude, this has been fun. It’s just…It’s late, I’m starting to feel it.”
>I shift and lean forward, swinging my legs over the side of his bed.
>”Probably should start heading out, anyways.”
>Steffan lets out a gasp, a pout–a playful one, but a pout none-the-less–crossing his features. “Whaaaaat?”
>”Yeah, it’s getting pretty late, and I…” My voice trails off. I don’t want him to know where I live, not after the reaction the band rejects gave me over it. “It’s a bit rough for me to get home at night.”
>I move to stand up–only to be sent right back on my ass as something solid smacks against my stomach. I let out a grunt, an arm flying back to stop myself from falling over onto the bed entirely.
>Steffan had sent his tail into a solid thump against my midsection, thankfully aiming his thagomizer as to not be near me when it landed.
>”C’mooooon,” he said, chuckling. “Stay a little longer, it’s a weekend.”
>I can’t help but laugh back. He’s a weirdo, but his energy is kind of infectious.
>”Nah, it’s late dude.” I reach a hand up and grab one of the plates along his tail. “I really–”

>My words pause in my mouth as Steffan lets out a sharp, audible gasp. His breath hitches in his chest.
>He’s gone silent. The smile’s gone from his face, his eyes wide. His body language is tense.
>Did I do something?
>I glance down at where my hand landed. Onto one of his dorsal plates.
>I shift my fingers along its hard, yet warm surface…
>...And his breathing trembles; he glances away from me, hunching over slightly.
>I can feel my pulse quicken. Fight or flight boils in my stomach as I realize I just accidentally crossed a threshold.

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Anonymous Fri 30 Aug 2024 01:30:39 No.68707825 Report

Quoted By: >>68707847

>>68707808

>”Dude, I didn’t–” I immediately move to release the plate. “I’m sorry, I–
>”Wait.”
>I freeze. There’s something about the breathiness of the word. The way he murmured it.
>”...That felt, nice,” he mumbled. He’s whispering to me in between flustered breaths.
>”Would you…Do that again? It’s…”
>He swallowed, before he finally turned his head to look at me.
>His cheeks are flush.
>And the sight causes heat to spread across my own face.
>Oh Christ, what is going on right now.
>He doesn’t elaborate. He just looks into my eyes, pupils flickering here and there as he searches me for an answer. His hands are clenching his knees.
>I could just let go. Excuse myself and diffuse this situation in one fell swoop.
>I could ask him to elaborate.
>I could do a lot right now.

>But instead, I just gently slide my nails against the surface of the tail-plate that had caused this whole issue.
>The effect is immediate. Steffan’s eyes flutter shut, a loud huff leaving his beak.
>There’s some part of me that’s morbidly curious.
>Some part of me that makes me continue.
>And I do.

>Plate by plate, I continue to gently stimulate him. Maybe it’s like having a spot along your back you just can’t reach scratched.
>Every little shift of my fingers along the bony surfaces earns a little noise from him. A gasp. A whimper. A hum of approval.
>A twitch of his body. A flexing of his thighs.
>Plate by plate, I creep up his tail, and shift to begin to rub along those that trail up his spine.
>And all-the-while, Steffan’s shifting closer to me. Inch by inch.

>Our thighs make contact first.
>I always thought Saurians felt cool compared to human skin.
>But the lime scales of Steffan’s leg is -hot- right now, warm even through the fabric of my jeans.
>It’s the first point of touch, but it doesn’t stop. As my fingers climb higher, he starts to lean closer.
>And I don’t lean away from him.

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Anonymous Fri 30 Aug 2024 01:31:27 No.68707847 Report

Quoted By: >>68707868

>>68707825

>After so long, my own breathing becomes compromised as he lulls his head against my left shoulder.
>Tightness squirms in me as he sheepishly takes a claw and runs it along my shirt.
>His fingers brush against my stomach, higher still until they reached my collar.
>At the same time, my own hand has found itself leaving the final plate along his back. With nowhere else to fall, it comes to rest upon Steffan’s head.
>My fingers lace with his grassy locks.
>His hair’s soft and lush to the touch.
>Suddenly, Steffan’s hand grabs a fistful of fabric, and twists, pulling me closer.
>I look to his head, and find that those big, blue eyes are staring into mine.
>We stare at each-other for a moment, silently watching one-another.
>We exchanged quiet questions that both were thinking, but neither wanted to ask.
>What was happening?
>Why aren’t we stopping?
>Should we stop?
>Is this wrong?

>No, we don’t speak.
>Instead, Steffan lunges at me with a degree of hunger that belied his otherwise timid nature.
>His beak forced itself against my lips–it wasn’t a pleasant kiss. Our anatomies were never meant to intermingle like this. The hardness of his mouth doesn’t easily mesh with my own.
>And yet, within seconds, our tongues find-one another. And I taste him.
>He’s sweet.

>Steffan’s pressing his body against mine with such force.
>And I’m drunk on the moment.
>Lost to the movements of our mouths. From his smell, to the softness and warmth of his frame against my own.
>It’s a bizarrely brilliant intoxication.
>I’m practically at his mercy, stumbling onto my back. Within seconds, he’s straddling me.
>His soft hips roll against my own. I feel his hardness pressing against mine.
>It’s an unfamiliar stimulation. It makes a jolt of nervousness worm its way through my gut.
>And yet, it’s not enough to stop my hands from clenching his waist.
>The only thing that stops the kiss is a need for air.

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Anonymous Fri 30 Aug 2024 01:31:59 No.68707868 Report

Quoted By: >>68707880

>>68707847

>We’re both panting as his beak pulls away my mouth, a trail of saliva lazily following after him.
>He leans his head against mine, temple to temple, nuzzling the tip of his beak against my cheek. One of his hands remains clenched about my shirt, the other cups my face, fingers stroking against my skin with a degree of tenderness that I haven’t felt in…Well, ever.
>”Anon…”
>Something about his voice sends a shiver up my spine.
>”...Yeah?”
>Steffan leans up. It takes all of my effort not to go fucking nuts from the way his weight pressing down on my waist from the movement feels.
>The hand that had been on my face leaves it, joining the other as he draws meaningless circles against my chest.
>”I…I think, I…”
>He suddenly glance off to his left, towards the television–and then he scowls.
“..Aah, dangit!”

>I blink, following his stare.
>He’s looking at the pirate anime. It looks like Loofa or whatever the fuck is fighting some purple dude with a really pointy nose.
>”We totally missed an important moment,” he groaned. “Maaaaan, we’re gonna have to rewind.”
>I glance between him, our bodies and the anime I had completely forgot was in the background. My brow slowly lofts.
>”Hey,” I said, giving his hip a little squeeze to give his attention.
>Goddamn he is -soft-.
>It works, his eyes flickering down to mine.
>”I, uh…I wouldn’t be opposed to turning this into, uhm. A sleepover. Could always just rewatch it.”

>His face brightens, a smile crossing his features.
>...A smile that immediately darkens.
>”I’d like that a lot, Anon,” he tells me, as he begins to lean in. He’s moving his weight in such a way that I’m pressed flat on my back.
>My heart’s racing as his chest falls against mine. A hand raises to cup my head once more, his beak but an inch from my ear.

>”But we’re not going to be sleeping much tonight.”

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