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works/464269.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Character:
      Tavros, Fem!Tinkerbull, Tinkerbull
  Additional Tags:
      Bestiality, Large_Insertion, Animal_Abuse, Sexual_Abuse, Lusus/Troll
      Incest, Fingering
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-01-14 Words: 809
****** Prideland ******
by dem_horns_(FingerstheZombie)
Notes
     Tav/fem!tinkerbull Large Insertion, bestiality, troll/lusus incest
His hive isn't spectacularly lit, if anything it's the most cave-like it's been
in a long time, his windows sealed shut against the harsh sunlight of their
sun. There wouldn't be an eclipse for a few more months and until then most of
the troll population will remain trapped within their hives.
The four-wheel device bound troll gives a slight sigh. Despite it being nearly
a sweep since he'd lost his legs, Tavros has yet to fully adapt to having them
nonfunctional. He slowly turns the small plastic excretion in his hands; from
one of his newer feaduspawn. It is quickly forgotten.
From the hall his lusus emerges, her delicate wings catching at the air and
fluttering frantically. The tiny scales drip like white-hot metal off of her
wings, the dust catching despite the low light. He holds out his hands for her
and cups them together as her tiny hooves touch him, she lays in his grasp.
She's very warm and soft and smooth all at once, he gently runs his hands over
her head, her fur thinning into nakedly moist skin around her muzzle, her nose
is preciously tender and warm against his hand and he wonders if the ring in
her nose pains her.
Tinkerbull has been oddly touchy lately; most of the time she stays away from
his lap unless she's going to nap. He runs his finger from her muzzle to her
forehead gently, one of these days he'll stop playing stupid with himself; he
usually does it, can't stand to have her trying to escape out the window and
out into the wild, mind drugged, left with the calls of baying and mooing and
he doesn't want to loose her to the deadly bright light of day like the rest of
her kind tend to.
No he won't let her get away ever again. Windows are locked tight, doors closed
shut, the holes in the ceiling had been mended and mended again. The lusus
curls up rather miserably in his lap, head resting on his leg, her muzzle
flushed orange, same with her business end.
Dear sweet merciful troll gods how he'd tried to ignore her heat. Perigee after
pedigree and he just wants to forget each one but it feels like they get easier
for her and worse for him. Tavros take a deep breath and shuts his eyes
tightly, trying to sooth his nerves and make his bone bulge go down.
It doesn't work. His lusus doesn't notice it since he's already dragging his
index finger down the outside of her slit, her lips slightly puffy from the
hormones rolling around in her. His breathing's heavier and he tries to do
anything but imagine what it'd feel like inside of her because he's already
sinking his finger into her hot wet cunt.
He can't help it, eyes open and he starts to tease with his middle finger, and
then manages to wiggle it in besides his index, sinking them in just past his
second knuckle, her vaginal walls writhe and squeeze slowly, milking at his
fingers, she lets out a low throaty noise of pleasure, her orange fluids
dripping down her legs and udders.
Fingers clumsily undo the buttons on his pants and his bulge twists and writhes
in the air. She's bucking her hips back up onto his finger and he's scared sick
that he's going to press in his fingers to his last knuckle and she'll be
spilling blood instead of her dripping mess and he'll be a real fuck up then.
They come out once she starts baying too loud and her tail flickers in an
irritated manner, he runs his hand along her back slowly and she stays wide
open and he can't think anymore. He hardly registers the wet spot on his jeans;
there's a deep haze in his nose and everything smells like flush and she
expects him to do this and dammit.
She doesn't squirm like she usually does, her wings are pinned to her back and
his hold around her tiny, delicate body is too unsteady for this to be anything
but a disgusting parody of their usual caring dance. He's far too eager, bulge
coiling around and inside of her and he nearly jams all in at once, she's so
tight it nearly hurts and he rubs her sides slowly, not even halfway in as his
bulge coils and twists violently.
Tavros worries that he's broken her, broken his lusus, even doing this- even
thinking this is a cullable offense and here he is bulge-deep as far as it can
sink into the minuscule figure, curls up deep and swift, tip trying to dip
further inwards and stretch her out as much as it can. He gasps, chokes out a
ragged sound and starts to cum his deep orange seed into her.
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