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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Spinneret_Mindfang/Eridan_Ampora, Orphaner_Dualscar/Vriska_Serket
  Character:
      Spinneret_Mindfang, Eridan_Ampora, Vriska_Serket, Orphaner_Dualscar
  Additional Tags:
      Trading_Descendants, Bulges_and_Nooks, Nook_Eating, Fisting, Accidental
      Deepthroating
  Collections:
      Drone_Season_2015
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-02 Words: 4210
****** A Small Wager ******
by caalsio
Summary
     Rivalry runs deeper than blood for The Marquise and The Orphaner, and
     the two strike a deal to exchange their descendants for an explicit
     rendezvous on their rival's ship.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
The decision was not a suggestion, not a question for the two descendants to
ponder over at length. The choice had been made for them by their respective,
domineering, inconsiderate, rude ancestors. The exchange was handled the same
as any other hostage situation. The captains watched the trade-off, flanked by
guards as the two passed each other over thin planks connecting the decks of
the massive ships. Vriska and Eridan shot each other looks as their shoulders
brushed in passing, Ampora looking for some shared shred of sympathy, but the
Serket girl simply sneered. He'd get none of that from her.
==
Not a drop of nervousness had touched Vriska's psyche until she reached the
other side, and The Orphaner took her hand in his considerably larger one.
She'd never been introduced to him in person, the only visuals that had ever
been presented to her were through descriptions or crude doodles from
Mindfang's diaries. Face-to-face he towered over Vriska, the tip of her horns
only grazing the height of Dualscar's collarbone. Doubt crept further into her
mind, but at the very least she had confidence of victory over her rival.
==
Eridan was similarly affected, but the onset had been much earlier than
Vriska's. He'd been living with his doubt for days since the first mention of
the exchange. The sight of The Marquise, even from yards away, tied a knot into
his stomach. Mindfang's intimidation did not lie in visible strength, but her
expression exuded superiority. Spinneret was not tall or large, but she had
generous curves where Eridan was used to sharp angles, and softness where he
was used to hardness. Especially in the way that particular softness seemed
precariously perched over her corset, threatening to spill at any moment. And
yet it didn't. He couldn't help but stare. As Eridan approached her, not
receiving the welcome Vriska was receiving in the same moment, he could hear
The Marquise's throaty laughter. "This will be soooooooo easy."
==
Dual's chambers were deep beneath the ship, huge panes of glass stretched
across the walls off the room, no doubt several feet thick, so that the sea
life that surrounded the ship could be watched easily. As a sea-dweller, Vriska
figured, it must be important to have that sense of being in the water. The
thought soon died in her think pan as a deep chuckle sounded behind her.
"I'm pleased yer enjoyin tha scen'ry girl, but that isn't what ya came here
for."
"Don't--" Vriska cleared her throat and started again, the word having died
there with an embarrassing croak. "Don't worry. I haven't forgotten. I'm merely
taking in the ambiance." She confidently slid up to the older troll then,
taking the rough lapels of his coat in her slender hands. "However, I'm still
trying to figure out the logistics of this little escapade. I'm not about to
climb you. Although, I guess I could. If that's what you like."
"'ts yer show sweetheart, do whatcha comfortable with. Not like I ain't taken a
few boots ta the face before."
"Pfft, I can see that."
==
In contrast, Spinneret's quarters were above the ship, stairs leading up to
their expansive stretch. There were few windows, small sea ports of glass and
overall the room was dim with what little light filtered through. Tiny
particles of dust could be seen floating freely as large stretches of what
seemed to be netting covered walls and even furniture. The decorations weren't
as elaborate or ornate as what Eridan was used to.
I feel like I'm in a web. Eridan loosened his collar as his eyes darted around.
Despite feeling cramped and stuffy, the air in the room wasn't stagnant. He
noticed in some corners vents where air must have been fed from on or below
deck. He didn't have much time to ponder the inner workings of the ship. The
fact he had even stepped foot on this ship for a reason other than attack still
baffled him. And what would come next, well, he'd been trying to psych himself
up for a while. Still, weakness was a sin on the seas and notoriety was at
stake as well. He couldn't lose to Vriska. He'd make the first move.
"Not nervous, are you?" The Marquise inquired. As Eridan turned towards her,
ready to appear incredulous and offended, Mindfang has already shrugged free of
the loose fabric of her top, corset still in place. Those breasts Eridan had so
obviously scanned before were now in full view, and, in extreme concentration,
he forbade himself to fixate as before. Instead his eyes bore into Mindfang's
eye patch.
"Not at all. I'm perfectly calm, thank you very much." Thankfully he noticed he
still had some bite in his words. He'd be lost without that much.
She laughed again as she had before, but now the shaking of the action only
worked against Eridan's willpower, eyes once again flicking towards the
jiggling in his peripheral vision.
"Don't be afraid to look, boy. You'll be doing so much more than that soon, or
at least I hope so. Try your worst. Do your best." Her grin reminded him of
Vriska's, but with more purpose behind it--sweeps of experience had fine-tuned
the expression so that with only a single, smooth curve that mouth projected so
much more intent than Vriska could ever hope to muster. Honestly, it chilled
him.
==
Vriska had managed to get the towering Dualscar down to her level by leading
him towards the bed and pulling him down to kiss her. His tongue was slightly
cooler than hers at first, but she quickly warmed it with her own. He had
experience beyond her, that was clear, but Vriska tried to not let that
discourage her, doing her best to ignore the awkward moments when their noses
clashed or sharp teeth caught too quickly against a fleshier part. She made up
for it, pulling his hands to cup her small breasts instead or moaning
generously to reward him.
The Orphaner pulled back after enduring a long whine, "Ya gonna fake it the
whole time?"
Her face flushed with blue, "I'm not faking it!" she protested despite clearly
being caught. "I'm just... enhancing it."
"Ya won't have a need for that. I don't quite like being fooled. R'member it's
a competition, darlin'. Ya don't wanna lose points for somethin' dumb, right?"
"N-no," Vriska replied sheepishly, mostly trying to play it cute, fingers
softly running up and down the fringe of a damaged gill. So many scars, she
wondered how many were caused by Mindfang. Maybe she could make her mark as
well. She wondered if he'd return the gesture. She shivered. "I won't 'fake
it', as you seem to call it," Vriska punctuated with a roll of her eyes.
"Good ta hear," Dualscar leaned in to scrape his teeth against her neck and got
a genuine whimper out of the girl.
A mind control ban was a stipulation of the agreement to make sure Serkets
couldn't rig the bet in their favor. But Vriska felt strangely as if her mind
was being read and not the other way around. She wasn't used to that.
"Mmmm, more," she pleaded. Pleading already? She was disappointed in herself,
but at the same time those teeth pricked her skin, Vriska's bulge stirred and
her nook pulsed with anticipation.
==
He'd overcome. Unfortunately his accomplishment wasn't entirely due to his own
merits, but Eridan managed to eventually nestle between Mindfang's generous
tits. His fingers worked against the laces of the elaborate corset as he sucked
the fleshy parts offered to him. Irritatingly, she still laughed or goaded him
at times, but when he could make her gasp or tense beneath him, a goal could at
least be kept in his mind. He'd fuckin' have her callin' his name by the end of
it!
Finally, he'd managed to loosen the corset on a side just a little, just enough
to feel like he was getting some where, and Eridan grunted a victory into
Spinneret's chest. Once again she chuckled, a little more breathless than
before, but still annoying.
"Little one, you're gonna be at that a long while. That thing's got a full 800
laces. You really wanna waste your time with that?" Mindfang caused Eridan to
pause, his fingers angrily gripping at the stubborn laces he'd been toiling
with the past few minutes. "Can't imagine what you'd wanna get at under there
anyway unless you're really into grub scars. The real treasure is just a few
inches south." She guided his clenched hand away from her guarded waist and
between the curtain of her skirt--a continuation of the fabric now draped over
that corset. She wore nothing else beneath the single layer, Eridan's hand
grazed skin and nothing else.
"If anythin' you're the impatient one," Eridan commented. "But then again what
else was I to expect from a troll of your status?" The Marquise could rip him
apart if she so wished, not to mention easily creep into his mind, but he was
fighting against his incompetence and that required a bit of daring.
"Oh dear, are you calling me low? Why don't you just shut up and fuck me
already, I'm getting bored. And that's the worst thing you could possibly
accomplish. How about you take that smart little tongue of yours and do
something useful with it?" MIndfang peered down at him into his foggy glasses
and the way his hair was starting to string out from the perfected coiffure. A
perfect little mess.
Eridan pushed away from her with some force, enough to topple her into a seat,
her legs falling open to present her expectant nook, a bulge just peeking out
from the apex. Mindfang licked her lips and played along with the position he'd
put her in, hooking a knee over the edge of an armrest to further stretch her
thighs.
"I'm waitiiiiiiiing," she sang at him and the young Ampora lurched forward
looking as if he was gritting his teeth with determination before dropping to
his knees and planting his face into her wet nook. Mindfang squealed with
laughter, "That's more like it, yes!" Her hands dropped to his head and gripped
his horns, smoother and smaller than what she was accustomed to, and rolled her
hips against his mouth.
It took Eridan a moment to assess, he could hardly breath with her so
forcefully rutting against his mouth and nose, but instinct kicked in when his
gills flared on his neck, and a full flow of oxygen poured into his system. Now
the only problem was his glasses, now sitting more on his forehead than the
bridge of his nose, and he swiped them away. It wasn't like he needed them to
see in the first place. His tongue, that smart tongue, flicked against
Mindfang's nook, or darted inside. Finally her laughter died replaced by gasps
and grunts as her grip tightened around his horns. Every time she yanked him
closer a shudder rode down his spine and Eridan's bulge restlessly curled and
uncurled under his clothing. Spinneret's too slunk out of it's sheath, lashing
out at his face, wiping across his forehead and eyes. Irritated, he reached up
to grab it to hold it out of place. It took a couple of attempts before he
could catch it and as Eridan squeezed it firmly, Mindfang yelped.
"Oooh, yes! Do both, you've got it!" She encouraged when cool bony fingers
wrapped around her impatient bulge, slick and squirming.
At her words, Eridan obeyed, now that a rhythm was being set he was eager to
please and gain something as rare to him as praise. He worked her bulge, fleshy
and soft, a cool cerulean color that pulsed in his palm as he stroked it. His
gills fluttered, still feeding him the air he couldn't obtain otherwise as his
tongue delved deeper into the Serket's nook finding a spot that continuously
made her whine.
"Stop, stop!" Mindfang urged, but Eridan refused. If he could make her pail
like this, he'd win. Obviously. And winning his way was the most important
thing.
But Eridan choked and coughed when suddenly hands clapped over his gills
painfully. His chest burned and his filaments ached as he rocked back onto the
floor in a fit. "What the f-fuck?!"
"I told you to fucking stop! Not my fault you can't listen. Being serviced by a
sea-dweller is nice and all, but a girl has other needs too." She let out a
sharp breath that Eridan pridefully read as over-exertion. But his pride died
when he realized what need Mindfang referred to. Her buldge was swollen and
eager to expel its genetic material. "Make this easy for me, cutie. Take off
your clothes and get over here so I don't have to get up."
==
Vriska felt weak under Dualscar's touch. She'd meant to take charge, to show
this Ampora that all Serkets were superior no matter station, status or age.
And she was failing. Failing so fucking hard but it felt so good. She hated it
and loved it and hated herself for loving it. Somehow he'd managed to keep a
step ahead of her, fingers slipping between the folds of her nook when he
noticed how wet she got or pumping her bulge when it started to get feisty.
Vriska was disgusted with how high she realized her voice got when the feeling
of two thick digits sunk deep within her. She clung to his large arms that
easily enfolded her.
"How is Eridan even related to you? What a fucking dunce," she breathed unsure
why she decided to bring him up. Maybe just to break up the constant swirl in
her head.
"The boy's a work in progress," Dualscar responded. "But he's capable 'nuff."
"Nnnh, but I'm winning right??"
"Ah dunno, was expectin' a little more fight outa ya."
Vriska's skin flushed deeply, embarrassed that she disappointed on what she
prided herself the most, a domineering personality. "What?! I-I still have
fight in me!" Immediately she kicked his hand away and instantly regretted it
when sudden emptiness filled her instead. She jumped off his broad lap and
gestured at rolling up her sleeves despite her clothes being previously
discarded and the sight of her bulge and nook dripping with material didn't
help her case. "How 'bout you just sit back and I'll give you a taste of your
own medicine, huh?"
"Think ya can do a number on me, eh?" Dualscar played along with her order,
leaning back on the bed, stretching out his muscled torso, just as scarred and
rough as the rest of him.
Dark purple streaks muted by the grey of his skin pointed out old injuries.
Honestly, Vriska would've been content to ride his bulge and count the scars
across his body and finger the ridges of his lower gills, but now she had a
point to prove. Damn her pride. His bulge seemed to curl to call her towards
him. She took a steeling breath and approached him, trying not to seem eager or
nervous.
"Won't know 'til I try, anyway," she offered in her approach, fighting back a
gulp as this troll, bigger and more masculine than she could hope to encounter
for the rest of her sweeps, lay before her relaxed but expectant. She had a
crush, it was true, despite never having met him before in her life. Mindfang's
regaling over her and Dualscar's rivalry was enough to feed Vriska's fantasies.
She probed Dualscar's nook with two fingers, and was surprised to find how
similar it felt to her own, warm and wet and pulsing. Somehow she expected a
sea dweller to foster less familiar genetalia, but Vriska was glad the rumors
were untrue. At least... so far. She mimicked his previous motions, slipping
her digits between his folds and he grunted softly in response. But then.
"Ya ain't gonna do anythin like that darlin'. Ain't a delicate flower down
there. Put a little heart into it, girl," The Orphaner chided, making her pause
again.
Vriska grit her teeth this time. Ugh, she was a fucking disappointment and that
would not stand. Not with the crew, not with Mindfang, and certainly not with
herself. Swiftly her opposite hand took up the twisting bulge in front over her
and held it securely so it wouldn't hinder Vriska from plunging two more
fingers inside. /That/ got a better reaction out of him, and she was incited to
curl her thumb against her palm to fully work Dualscar's seeping nook.
"How's that?" she breathed pushing her hand up to the wrist before she pulled
away again and repeated the motion as she eventually discovered a rhythm,
violet material shimmering over her skin.
"HAH!! 'Smore like it!" Dualscar groaned, his back starting to arch against the
bed.
Vriska rutted against the corner of the mattress as she continued feeling
flushed but determined not to give in too early. The wriggling mass in her
other hand was hardly kept steady, and she wondered. Her mouth went to the side
of the slick member just above a soft frill, and she sucked gently at first
rolling her tongue over the flesh to remove the secreted lubrication. The taste
was thick, heady and made her lightheaded for the moment. Vriska was surrounded
by the feel, the taste, the smell of him. Dualscar was completely invading her
senses that she didn't realize how much she was moaning against his bulge as it
threatened to slip inside her mouth fully. She clenched a fist into his nook as
Dualscar's thick bulge snaked into her mouth seemingly unafraid of her sharp
teeth and fangs. That only made the older troll react stronger and his hips
bucked forcing the needy bulge down Vriska's unprepared throat.
Her first reaction, oddly enough, was to try and swallow which only made things
worse. The slimy intrusion only buried itself further and soon tears were
pricking at her eyes when the air she attempted to find wouldn't come. Vriska
pulled her hand free of Dualscar's nook and she slapped it wetly against his
hip to created a resistance. She struggled, but couldn't come free of the
thing. But after some movement, The Orphaner's hands gently curled around the
girl's horns and he rolled his groin away from her and freed himself, freed
her.
"Ya alright?" He asked, not mocking, but with real concern.
Vriska hardly caught it however, coughing and trying to choke down air at the
same time. But she heard enough to nod as she beat a fist against her chest.
"Fuck," she croaked, and followed with a weak laugh. "God dammit, I fucked that
up, huh?" She roughly smeared the tears from her eyes, under her glasses.
Dualscar returned with a hearty laugh once he was sure she was well. "Doin'
that, well, it takes a great deal a practice. I won't hold it against ya if it
helps."
"Ugh. But it was good 'til then?" She felt a little defeated, angry that she
didn't succeed, even at a thing that called for some experience. Especially at
that.
He gestured down at himself with a grin that echoed one Vriska was used to
seeing. Must be an Ampora thing. "I'm still in the game if you are."
"I didn't say I was giving up! And let Eridan win? Yeah fucking right." Her
voice was still a little weak, but Vriska stuck to her word and climbed up onto
the bed to lay on her back. She widened her legs, thin but long bulge still
active above her exposed nook. "Besides, I'm sure that big bulge of yours will
feel better in here anyway."
==
Eridan's moans echoed throughout the cabin, choppy but frequent as Mindfang
bounced his thin frame in her lap, bulge filling his every hidden crevice. His
own slopped with frustration against her restricted belly begging to be
touched, but it's all he can do to grasp the back of the chair for balance and
strength. He licked weakly at his lips, unable to recover some drool that
dribbled down his chin as his mouth hangs open. His eyes glazed over, lost in
the pleasure, the exertion of fucking.
Her voice too could be heard, but the noises Spinneret made were mostly muffled
into Eridan's neck or shoulder as she bit down on the tender flesh. Fingers and
nails stretched across his back holding Eridan in place as much as they dug
into his skin to make him hiss. A moment passed before a pressure deep in
Eridan's gut made him restless. He searched for words, but only mumbles tumbled
from his mouth as he rode Mindfang roughly.
"Ah, is that so?" She replied to his incoherence with a satisfied grin. He
needn't say anything for her to know what to expect. His body said enough, he
was close, and frankly she was surprised the kid had lasted so long. "Want me
to help?"
Eridan nodded, his claws too embedded in antique wood and fabric. A hand
slipped from the small of his back following the jut of a hip before able
fingers wrapped around his struggling bulge. He gasped then exhaled a, "Yes,
fffuck."
She kneaded the slimy, wet bulge easily in her palm and peered upwards to watch
his face and the way it changed so obviously with every motion and how he
seemed oblivious to her watchfulness. Her bulge swirled deeply inside of
Eridan, coaxing his orgasm with every stroke until he finally broke.
With a shudder and a whimper Eridan found his release, bulge and nook both
secreted a heavy pool of violet material that soaked the pair thoroughly. He
had no chance to come down from the sudden and blinding euphoria as Mindfang
promptly gripped Eridan's ass before he was even complete and forced him to
ride her bulge for a few more moments despite his weak protests. Her breaths
came hard and quick and with so much lubrication she moved easily in his tight
nook before she exploded. Her bulge pumped him full of her own material
creating a slurry of violet and blue that soon leaked down their thighs.
==
Vriska clenched the sheets underneath as she lay face down having to draw
ragged lungfuls of air as Dualscar repeatedly pressed her into the bed. She
wasn't complaining although it was the exactly opposite of having any control.
Vriska didn't really have a good coherent moment to give it much consideration,
however. Powerful hands gripped her sides, holding her slender hips level with
his groin. Her knees hovered slightly above the bed, but her feet dug into the
mattress for leverage. Only one hand was free to keep her head above water so-
to-speak, her other occupied itself at her own bulge, letting it twist around
her fingers as she rubbed it generously with her palm.
She was not afraid to vocalize just as before, but now with no hint of feinting
the sentiments. She whined and moaned with full fervor, letting Dualscar know
when it was good, or to go faster, harder, slower. He usually obliged her, but
when it was in his interest he ignored her and did as he pleased as if to make
sure Vriska knew who was really in charge.
Overall she didn't care. For some reason it was hotter when he didn't pay her
any mind. After a while she didn't care to direct, hardly able to form the
words to do so. It was almost all she could do just to bite down and take it as
her mind started to swim. She heard more than felt the hard slap to her ass
that caused her to arch her back a little more to grind against him more fully.
Dualscar didn't have to move much, his bulge did most of the work from the
inside, curling and filling and expanding her nook.
Vriska whimpered when her bulge twitched around her thumb, "Ah, i-it's time.
Hope you don't give a fuck 'bout these sheets."
"Go on, s'what they're there for," He held Vriska tighter to him then, against
his chest, wanting to feel the wave of her release as much as possible.
Her nook clenched first before the flow pushed from her, washing over
Dualscar's bulge but without much further freedom. He'd plugged her fully and
followed quickly in time, supplying the now swollen nook with even more
material. She squirmed in his lap both with the sense of elation of climax with
the discomfort of being filled so completely. So far they hadn't spilled a
drop, even as he softened his hold of her and kissed her neck softly.
==
The exchange of return was of a completely different air. The crew now
excitedly awaited the descendants, all abuzz with wanting to hear the
transpired events. In full detail, of course. But no haughtiness, no
nervousness surrounded the two as they passed each other once more across the
plank. Their faces and bodies were weary, but with a strange, satisfied glow.
They paused the moment before they reached the halfway point.
"The easy part's over," Eridan sighed quietly.
"Yeah, good luck," Vriska returned and touched his shoulder before continuing
forward.
They'd only survived Round One.
End Notes
     I was super excited to get this prompt, so I'm glad I got you because
     Amporas/Serkets are MY JAM (and butter and toast)!! I'm a newbie with
     writing troll sex, so I hope it all made sense! (eep)
     A lovely tumblr artist DREW ART OF MY FIC I CAN'T BELIEVE!!!!!!
     Please go check it out and give nice things. Yes. Precious.
     http://twinksandboobs.tumblr.com/post/124552185053/the-fic-a-small-
     wager-is-wonderful-and-i-am
     (Im just... REALLY sorry for how long it took me to put this link
     here. SO SO SORRY!!!)
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