Frosted Fudge Fools [Disposal]
Frosted Fudge Fools
Written by Septia
Shadows of leaves played across grassland and roots, flickering form one pebble to the next and crafting a dimmed atmosphere throughout the forest. Kalmoor peered through the vegetation, sampling the air for the scent of his quarry. Vision would improve once the sun had reached its zenith, but monsters were not known to frolic in stark daylight. However, the griffin did not require much illumination to make out the impressions of hoofprints and travel through the forest-scape. This either spoke highly of the merceneary’s experience, or of the size and weight of his prey…
”Bingo,” Kalmoor whispered as she spotted the entrance of a cavern while sneaking along the trail. Once through the entrance, he was acquainted with a wall of humidity, moisture laced with the stench of mushrooms fried in sap, it sure smelled like the hideout of a monster.
He spotted a figure ahead, clad in darkness and perched atop a tree trunk. Kalmoor stalked into the room, seeing the shade teetering in the sparse glow of a firepit, struggling with binds around their torso.
“Keep calm, you are not my objective, but I bet someone out there will be pleased to pay a bounty for your safe return.” He untied the binds, only for the rope to loosen, snap backwards and coil around his torso, with a -Snnchtp- the rope snapped him into its clutches, restraining his arms and wings.
“I am surely marked with quite a bounty by now, so at least you got that right,” the figure speculated and shifted on its seat, turning towards the mercenary.
Kalmoor fought against his binds with heaves and grunts, distracted only when he internalized how large the figure had been. From far away they looked like a little mare, now they dwarfed buffaloes. The shape was still of an equine, but grand in stature. The lighting complimented their orange speckled coat, leaving their azure eyes prominent, surrounded by the warm shades, but even more eye-catching was the limber hunk of stallion-meat announcing its presence with a -Shplltwd- against the creature's thighs as it rotated.
“What are you? Get me out of this, I am not paid enough to deal with-.”
“With what, your objective?” The creature interrupted Kalmoor, and leaned forwards, spinning the griffon back and forth with the rope constricting them. In the motions he pendled his hips from side to side, attracting the mercenary's attention with the leg of a cock slapping between his thighs, -Twwlp- -Dfftwp-. The member glid over a pair of musty meat melons, each reaching past the halfway point of the ochre sausage, padding the journey of flops the cock took as it jostled from one side to the next, each impact sending ripples over its skin -Twddf-.
“What sort of hunter won't recognise a monster staring right at them?” he scoffed at the griffon with a smirk, “too scared to see a beast, eye to eye?”
At this Kalmoor peered upwards, meeting the creature's gaze, his own struck by an arrow ofthe piercing cerulean glow projecting from the monster’s iris. The shine sought itself deeper, through his retinas and right to his mind, enveloping it in the same glow, drowning his thoughts in the bottomless see of the monster's eyes.
“Aaaa… ooah… aaa…” The griffon mumbled, beak clattering together between breaths, his voice bleached in dullness.
“I am Kelpie, and you are mine,” Kelpie instructed, swaying his head back and forth.
The griffon mimicked the motions. “You carry my mortal coil as but a leash,” he responded, eyes flickering.
“We will have some fun together, though my fun is messy.” Kelpie informed, caressing the cheek of the griffon and undoing the coils, “By day's end you'll be a collection of stains in my abode, again and again, you'll melt like butter in my hooves, and my aching shaft.” He grinned, brushing along his length, watching the griffon’s head bob along with the strokes.
“An honour not befitting me, I shall accept Kelpie's grace,” he recited from the script Kelpie's mental domination coerced his brain to compose.
“Before I can grant that honour,” Kelpie stated and tilted Kalmoor's head to face him, “there is something you must do for us.”
~ 1 ~
”Blast this stupid gadget,” Naark exclaimed and tossed a bundle of gears and wires behind him, the frustrated throw culminating in a dainty landing on the bed, as if positioned to catch it. “Whatever, I'll try something else, blueprints always look so much better.” The pegasus complained and rummaged through a few bit-boxes. -Chrrincrrn- The mechanical bell hummed from the first floor.
“Bro, someone's at the door.”
The pegasus sighed. “I heard that, Narrkessex, don't get up,” he then added, “you lazy slut.” under his breath.
“Got some experiments going on in the ballroom.”
“Fine, I'll go through the servants’ quarters then,” Naarkerotics responded, heading to the front door of the siblings’ mansion.
”What is it Kal?” He asked the dazed half-bird, wobbling back and forth on his porch.
“Your presence is required. Answer the call. We shall join him together.” Kalmoor announced, laying a wing over the pegasus. “We shall join one with Kelpie. His will is so.”
He wasn't certain if it was the odd 'chanting' way of speech, the glowing eyes or the stilted motions Kalmoor carried himself with, but something was definitely up.
“My question remains, what is it? Did you drop a few more feathers than usual this morning?”
“The gathering draws near. Our lives shalt blossom and flourish.”
“You are a real nut-job, but if you are off your shift, I guess it has to be important…” He admitted after a while of thinking, and stepped out. “Come on then, if we are gonna meet them by one o' clock then we should get a move on. So, is this kelp guy any interesting?”
Kalmoor staggered forwards with Naark, bobbing his head. “Above us both he is, in all regards.”
“Huh, well that is promising, if you've fallen for them so much already then I'm sure we'll get along.”
~ 2 ~
”Aaaaoompgh,” -Dffmmftg- Naarkerotics shouted as he was tackled into the tree trunk and pinned under the weight of his own friend tying him up. “This is not what I had in mind!” he shouted out and squirmed to free himself from the griffon's grip, only to feel his limbs restrained with further loops of twine and bristles, which prickled and scraped through his fur.
Kelpie smiled to himself as he witnessed the two friends scrambling over one another, then waltzed up to the pegasus, leaning down to their level.
“You are certainly quite bothersome, despite my little pet telling you what was to come.” His lips crooked into a smirk, sniffing over the stallion's muzzle and delighting in how he reeled back from his advances. “Of course, they didn't tell you everything, how you would would stew in my gut like the good little morsel all you ponies set out to be, gurgling away into a batch of reeking manure I can savour every fat loaf creaking out my flank,” Kelpie punctuated his statement with a flick of his tail, and brushed over Kalmoor's back. “And this dutiful little cum-bucket will join you, like he said, tough to decide if I'll cram him down my muzzle to boil with you or stuff my stockings bloated, mm.” He turned to Kalmoor, “how would you like to be a wad of nut butter melting over the chocolate pudding sludge, grounded fresh from your little friend there?”
At the question the griffon panted, quivering to the tip of his tail with his eyes flashing azure, securing the knots over Naarkerotics' form.
“Such an honour gracing us mortals. I would rejoice in your glory, Kelpie.”
The monster cackled with a snort to his laughter.
“Aargh, really? And I was doing stuff today.”
Kelpie's expression cooled. “What?”
“I was gonna tinker about in my workshop, draw up a new blueprint, catch the haps on the radio and junk. But now I am losing out on my whole afternoon because I am lodged in some sex dungeon with my good for nothing, goes-to-get-hypnotised friend, whaaat a treat…,” the pegasus carped and rolled their eyes, the last few words drenched in sarcasm.
“You know, I haven't had an uppity treat for a while,” Kelpie responded and hauled himself up on the stump, “since you little dung-heap-to-be speaks so much ass, let me introduce you to my friend,” Kelpie smirked, lowering himself over the stallion. His rear perked out as he bent downwards, a pair of plump pudge-parcels plummeting into the pegasus.
“Hey keep your s-fmmpdgg mmfwfrf,” -Ddwdpgh- Naark's complaints were put to rest under the thirty kilos of butt blubber colliding with this face. The flesh globes parted over his muzzle with a grind -Krrllsth- lubricated by musk and rump grease. -Smmdffwf- The plush hams rolled over the pony's head, moulding over his outlines and submerged his fur in a carpet of soft lard.
“Mmmf, aaa, comfy down there? I am looking forward to the time you two will say farewell, but not before you get quite intimate…,” he added and gyrated his hips over the bound pony, grinding down the flank fat over them and wedging them up in the clasp of posterior padding. “But until then, excuse him if he is not that good of a conversationalist,” he sneered and massaged his tummy, rousing -Gbllrps- -Ghbrhs- through his gutters, percolating through his pipes until they flushed out of his pucker in a cacophony of -Bbrrpllgth- Pprbbfth- -Fffrrth-, dousing Naarkerotics' coat in waves of tepid flatulence, smog wafting from the depths of his colon where it had been preserved in his organic swamp, “but I have had trouble keeping them quiet lately.” He huffed out a cackle and smacked the pegasi’s torso. “What are you waiting for? He has been urging for an intimate partner, and you, get your ass on my cock, I haven't blown a load in a week.”
”Yes! Take me Kelpie, unite us.”
“Drop the fancy and make with the fanny,” -Pfbbrlfth- he grunted whilst smattering out a burst of exhaust tinted in hues of mouldy jerky and charcoaled bark, the output turning the orange butt-stallion's coat soggy and matte, to match up with Kelpie's own dusky hue.
~ 3 ~
“Mmm, that 's a hot little rump, don't be shy, I wanna feel your whole intestine chocking on my shaft,” Kelpie instructed as the griffon slowly crouched down onto the massive member. The monolith of cockmeat drummed a pulse of lust through the firm sinew, each throb splaying Kalmoor's rectum broader around its girth. “Mmnf, yeah, get on there, mmf, the best toys are the squirmers,” Kelpie mumbled out as he grappled the griffon and clenched him close, shoving him downwards to stuff the mutton chop of a dick into his devoted cocksleeve.
“Mmwas, master is taking me and I will bring them pleasure, what glorrmmafwm,” Kalmoor groaned out as his sphincter moulded like dry clay over the greased shaft, crawling down the quivering length to swallow up the member into his ass.
“Mnf, would you give meabbrrwmmf,” Naarkerotics squeaked below the rump, but a thrust downwards lead him to return to servicing the pucker, feeling the doughnut of plush flesh inflating and clutching over his face, slipping and dragging over his muzzle when it didn't feel his tongue plastered and lapping up grime from the smallest crevices in the crinkles of the brim.
“Mmfws, ooh I am gonna work your rump dry,” Kelpie huffed to himself and shoved Kalmoor down, -Shhrlslpt- a slurp moist with drooping pre and humid musk squelching out as the whole hog burrowed into the slave's chambers. -Ppfbbrrth- -BBrrflslth- A Fanfare fluttered past the beast's cheeks, joining in with the moans of the griffon as he was bounced onto the swelling lever for the firm rut. -Twwsmpsh- -Twwpls- -Tswpwpflt- Came the smacks as Kelpie's thrusts met Kalmoor's ass, pounding the griffon squealing with pleasure. Each hump lifted his rear a cent over Naarkerotic's face, only to smush down in the next rebound, mashing his bottom into the stallion's face in the same motion as he pogoed his friend onto his crotch, jerking himself off with the griffon as a mere glorified and squealing sex toy. -Bdwmmfslgh- Came the smudge of chub to head, hind brushing and clapping onto the bound seat, cheek grinding against cheek.
~ 4 ~
The atmosphere reeked of perspiration and naked sexes, the salt of sweat contorting with the damp air of the cavern, all spiced by the clouds of putrefaction and peppered meat pluming from the monster's pucker. At the epicenter of the soggy air was Naarkerotics, huffing and coughing into the rippling cheeks slamming and smothering him with the gasses, his discomfort tuned out by the chorus of pleasure above.
“Mmaa, aamnw, aah take me. Take me with all you have, consummate our sacred union mmaawwafm,” Kalmoor praised, removed from participation, Kelpie controling both mind and body as he was rocked and bobbed over the quaking sausage by Kelpie's hoof.
“Hjmf, awwh yeah, unlike your little manure pile of a friend back there, you will enjoy every bit of the way, your whole journey from… mmfn, aw that’s it, make that hungry ass swallow my cock, you are starving for it aren't you, slave?” He goated and grinned, drops of sweat trickling down his forehead, dragging his shaft free just to puncture the gaping rim once more, cramming Kalmoor close down, jerking him up and down in rapid intervals, “Mmf, unlike your friend, you'll be pleading yourself in my name all until you are just a creamy frosting glazing for this whelp's mudpie.” His breath came in insultry huffs, while hugging the griffon so tight over his cock the member bulged out against the avian's frontside, showing the sillhouette of the bloated cockmeat thumping and swelling through his insides. “Mmngf mmga...” Kelpie grunted out, his mane flinging back and forth with each thrust, rump expelling bouts of flatulence to glue itself into Naark's fur and clot down his throat in layers of pickled kaffesump and gellated musk -Ppbfbrth- -brrlflth-.
“Mmnfg, ammng!” His cries grew louder, and his rutting slowed, ramming so that his shaft and sack was but a blur paddling the plaything’s posterior, until his pole plumped up ripe.
“MMMraaawwnnnfgg,” Kelpie howled as climax draped his veins. The bulge of his member on Kalmoor's torso swelling in a rhythm of his thrusts, protrusions cropped over the chalk plae torso, squishing and smearing the monster stallion's seed up through Kalmoor's intestines. Hot cock batter lobbed out from the pulsing member in volleys of congealed arrows, ropes of cum melding together and coalescing into globules of creamy sludge draping the walls of the griffon’s colon and sprawling to bubble up to his gut and slather his stomach-lining with the whipped frosting.
“Mmaama, aaah aahm y-yes!” Kalmoor chanted, grinding his bottom as far back into Kelpie's lap as he could, feeling the whole length of meat throbbing as it disgorged helpings of the white gruel through his form. His cheeks massaged down on the bloated orbs, still osscilating with batter, pumping through the meathose. There was always more to fill him, a sense of liters at a time barging into his belly, a milk harbouring the taste of bliss.
Kelpie grunted and shuffled back and forth, shifting his weight from side to side of his cheeks to envelop and smother Naarkerotics' head in the grinding massage of his hind hams. The monsterous stallion suckled in air through his teeth between burying one toy in his ass and letting the other milk him of his cream, the outline of his member still visible on the griffon’s gut, but slowly smoothing out from the loads of batter depositing into the fleshy cumbank.
-Ppbbhfggrth- A burbling blast of colon breeze shuffled past his cheeks, leaving the massive stallon quivering with a smirk warping onto his face. “Aaah, few things better than a nasty fart to mmf, spice up a playsession, especially if I got a fartpillow ready to suckle it all up.” He huffed and reached back to lift a cheek from the pony's face, -ggrltlsh- the rump crinkling with vines of sweat tethering them together. Kelpie massaged and kneaded over the cum-bloated gut of his toy as he saw the squeaking, gasping face of Naarkerotics. “Isn't that right? Shame you had to miss out on doing all those things you were so busy for, but I guess you just can't pry yourself from my ass, can you? Mmm, get back in there.” -Bbfwlth- He ordered and let his buns drape down over the fidgeting pony again, encasing him in butt chub and clenching his cheeks to mould and knead the pony's face with his ass, baking in the odour of oversalted, tart hams.
“Aaa.. pha.. aa. Yes. It was as glorious as I.” Kalmoor was interupted by Kelpie flicking his hoof over his shaft, the stiff pink rod trembling from the attention.
“You are gonna get off being crammed full of my cream, because in a little bit I'll stuff you down the spritzer and mulch you up into more of it, your load is gonna be much better than this one.”
“MWMmfmgnmgn;” A voice could be heard, muffled under the insulating layers of ass fat. Kelpie huffed as he reeled backwards, pancaking his buttcheeks over the stallion's muzzle.
“You are gonna find your place in my sack, and my little chair pony here is just a piece of the puzzle finally finding its place in the world, slotted up my ass.” The monstrous pony punctuated his statement by humping his rear to the stump, the booty blubber billowed around the pegasi's head and scoffed him upwards. -Spruush-. With the sounds of dropping a boulder in a swamp, the pucker engorged over Naarkerotics' features, wrenching plush meat past his head and warping around his neck, a choke collar of meat.
“Phhragllgsh,” Naark spluttered as his muzzle wedged into the pit, the aroma he had been doused with in the intervals of flatulence now assaulted him all at once. The pickled stench of a meat and herb rich diet fermented in a stock of lard and musk. -Gbbrsllgh- The colon walls convulsed, sphincter swelling to engulf his chest and chug him into the bowels of the beast. -Grhrrlsghs- Naarkerotics was crammed high into a muddled river of dirt, manure that was still granulated like congealed whipped cream lined the walls and smeared into his coat on the way up, washing droves of partailly-processed posterior pudding over the paralysed pony.
“Gmmr, snf, d-dang it, I am gonna have to be here all day,” He complained and wriggled back and forth as the undulating tube ferried him upwards, a hint of a fluster speckling his cheeks.
Outside, Kelpie's abdomen distorted outwards from the bulk of the meal, protrusions swelled and sunk over the gut as his pucker gobbled up the bound morsel. -Shhrglslsh- The brim crinkled as it passed over Naark's fur and the coils of rope, spluttering and flexing off a drizzle of bowel lotion to matte the pegasi's body.
“Oooh yeah, work my ass, it’s been a while since I had such an eager employee.” Kelpie taunted and smacked his cheeks, kneading them down the belly of the worming stallion. His brim crawled like a molluskc -Shhclltch- Suckling and smacking over the pony packing up the ((ponut)), pale orange flesh enveloped by the tube of dusk-amber. Bulges sailed over his stomach, vague imprints of Naark visible through the shifting lump, the struggles jolting new life into Kelpie's mast.
“Mnfg, don't worry about qualifications for this job,” he sneered and rasied himself from the stump, carrying Kalmoor over to his bed by the corner of the cave, amused by the flailing hooves, “for this position, you are a shoo-in, mmpfhg,” he grunted and slammed his bottom onto the mattress. -Chhrrlsslgttwp- His pucker distended with a grind of organic rubber, sprawling down to swallow up the hooves sandwiched against the beddings, meeting the sheets with a wet clap -Sllcmth-. -Bhhrgls- His abdomen warped over the sunflux of meat, shaping around the pony within, lumps and bulges cropping up in a rapid pace. “Mmoff, yeah,” Kelpie hummed and smushed Kalmoor against his gut.
~ 5 ~
Bumps and bulges morphed and diminished over Kelpie's gut, imprints of hooves and vague outlines of Naarkerotics' head sailing back and forth beneath the coat.
“Look at your little pal, he is gonna enjoy himself in there, I'll make sure to put him to work, he will be churning out results in no time, and you'll join in… you'll become one with me…”
Kalmoor panted heavily, squeezed up to the stomach and feeling the pegasus' struggled dampened underneath the lard and chub of the monster, his monster. It was enough to set his shaft rippling, already aching for release with his rear soaked in spunk, the griffon panting and humping against Kelpie's gullet, protrusions massaging his shaft until “MMPpghahaawmg,” he cried out, drenching Kelpie's stomach with a load of his batter, sticky ropes of cum netting him together with the stallion. Within the gut, grumbles of complaints were muffled to a mere stirring and gurgling -Ghhbrslh- as Kalmoor reached climax.
His eyes matted, losing the glint of azure, his mind grasping control.
“So, didn't last that long, huh? That’s fine, squirms are fun.” Kelpie added and curled a hoof around the griffon's head.
“Mmff, make me your cum.”
“… excuse me?” The monster questioned.
“Coped up in the heat of your member, lodged down in your sac, sloshing and churning down to goop, it sounds fantastic, you don't have to control me for that prospect to make me go mad,” the mercenary expressed with a heaving chest.
Kelpie patted Kalmoor's head, smiling. “Crazy bird, get in here.,” he snapped out and crammed Kalmoor's head to his shaft, the head contorting into shape around the griffon's beak and slathering him in pre-cum, -Ggrlslth- the flesh soon wrapped over his head and clenching down his throat, bulges of the avian shifting down the trunk, with the tip undulating and crawling over his shoulders. “Mmnf, mf, those feathers are a lot more, ticklish than I thought, mmf, wonder if melting you into sludge would fix that?” Kelpie pondered as he hoisted Kalmoor up by his hind paws, feeding them into the tube of meat that warped and clung to the griffon's form like rubber, bending and shifting in lumps and bloats as his body was compacted and reeled in through Kelpie's cock muscles. -Ghhrsllgp- Sllgps- Splurts of anticipation sprinkled out over the chimera's fur as the shaft matted his coat and engulfed his hind. Kelpie leaned forwards, shuffling up the dick meal into place, shaft throbbing with the weight of the toy plugging his whole length. As the bulges passed his stomach, it met with the lumps of Naarkerotics in his gut, muffled voices exchanging grunts and groans on their separate journey down Kelpie's body.
-Shhglrlpsu- “Aah, there you are, snug and sound,” Kelpie huffed out, his cock contracting as it sealed over Kalmoor's tail, bloats sailing down the base of his member and displacing the lumps into his scrotum, inflating with the weight and squirming bulges in a rubbery squeak, -Gnnrrskch- rising up to match the with of the monster's own head. The constant shifts of the two shook pleasure through his frame.
~ 6 ~
-Bhhrgsl- The walls contracted over Naark, smothering him in the humid atmosphere, dense with the vapours of pungency and digestion. The scents assaulted his nostrils like a bouquet of wilted hay and broccoli. -Shbrlsg- But as he was dragged through the mulch, he noticed an opening, twitching and smushing over him before warping to accommodate his girth.
-Shgrblrsh- “Phaha, ouflgh..” Naarkerotics was creamed through the bowel hatch, squeezed into the gullet with a coat sticky with dung and a mane full of crud. -Gbhrgls- -bwm-bwmb- The walls jerked in a rhythm, keeping his cage malleable, forcing him into new positions every few seconds. The contant churning and squelching did loosen his bounds, with some wriggles the pony freed himself from the ropes.
“Phaa,, ha..,” he glanced around, scraping off dirt from his mane, noticing glands on the gut's membrane oozing with a verdant slop. He instinctively reached down to his crotch, humping upwards and beating away at his shaft.
“Mmnf. If I am going down I am gonna make sure today wasn't a mffmm, mmf, total waste of time…,” he grunted through gritted teeth, playing his cock like a fiddle as the chamber filled with the green fluids.
Bile billowed down the walls like drops of wax, slumping over his coat, the surface level rising all the more his form was assaulted by the digestive gloop waterfall.
“Gnnmghs, hhfnf, aawng,” the stallion heaved and huffed, polishing his stallonhood with all his might.
-Bhrllsup- The gunk clotted into his fur, melting to a cream, that drenched his body, all the while he beat his crotch senseless, his flesh beginning to malform. Sinew softened, his skin mellowing out from a sturdy leather, to fine silk bending and jittering along with his motions, and as he neared his climax, his silky skin morphed to a consistency of toilet paper.
”Mmphaa, hhaa,” he whimpered out , his pleasure warped by the alien mushing of his body, but it roused him with pleasure when the climax rushed through him, and he splattered splotches of spunk over his softening torso. “Mnff.. ahha.. oomf yeah… mmf, whs?” He grunted and questioned as he glanced down onto his body, grimacing as he saw the spunk moulding out craters and lakes on his flesh. The pegasus' coat and skin collpasing under the mere weigh, embedding the white spunk within himself. His vision darted around his body, whereever he looked his meat melted like gelato in the sun, caving in on himself. As further patches of him contorted to the consistency of clay, he lost sensation, nervestrings subdued and molten, his coat reeking of fumes from divots of the the doughy remnants of his body. He reached out to grab the walls, -Splgltsh- only for a chunk of himself to slop off like fresh taffy, orange vines of melted brawn webbing parts of him together that sloughed off. “O-oh th-this in no-t. H-heey,” He called out, as the stoamch grumbled and churned -Bhhrgllspugh.-. Then, the chamber contracted -Chhrgllshksh-.
~ 7 ~
-Bhrlgsh- -Bsllsths- Kalmoor felt quivers run rampart through his body. Deep in the clutches of the sack the air was saturated with musk so salty it felt like diving into a pool already used to wash a whole company. -Bhhwbl- The walls trembled and rippled with motion, undulating and moudling to his outlines, curling him up in a laid back pose. The droves and lumps of meat massaged him, filling him, shaping jolts of pleasure through his skin, and leaving his cock throbbing in his lap. “Mmaw, ooh, t-this s m-much better,” he mumbled as he wrapped his paws around the meat, he was running on empty from the orgasm just a few minutes ago, yet the sensations swamping him was enough to stiffen his mast tough enough to cut through cement. -Bghhrlg- The confines of the griffon’s cell scrunched together, the member brushing strokes of heat and scrotum soda into him, the fluids digging into his coat and dissolving his fur, transmuting the absorbed material to a bleached hue. As the gunk ate away at him, it coagulated and drooped off his frame, coalescing the white into a pearly paste. Each breath Kalmoor took was laced with a cocktail of nutmeg-rich musk and salt-soaked pheromones, pluming from the gruel his body melted into. The spunk merged into him, swallowing him with the liquid griffon gloop until it accumulated enough weight to slather down his side, his whole form slathered in volleys of cartoonishly proportioned sweat drops, clambering over his body with a consistency of whipped cream.
“Oooh, oo yes, I-I'm melting,” Kalmoor mumbled out, jerking his shaft with smacks that became gooier with each stroke -Twwp- -Twhlldp- -Twpplsh-. His body drooped in droves of alabaster, the sack mulching and kneading him from all sides, stirring his form into the stew of creamy porridge. The white, dripping spunk wax consumed him, concealing him under the carpet of liquid ivory, as the process went on, little could be said if the slathered form was really still Kalmoor, or just a husk of clotting batter. -Bhrgsl- -Ghhsrbsl- The walls mangled him together, droves and bulges of white moulding together, billowing from him and brewing together into the load of white sludge, with merely his head, arm and shaft peeking out of the droves of spunk.
“Pmmaa, aah, y-yes, T-turn me into your cum, melt into your nut sludge,” the griffon cried out, the whole white paste swirling and juggling his organs, rippling like jelly around his shaft, spewing globs of liquid lust. His load laid on top of the white surface for a few moments, but in the churns and clenches it soon submerged, claimed by the slop. The gruel smacked and encased his member, with his orgasm past he had no energy to keep it from being -Plltght- devoured by the ball putty. -Spplgltsh- Splgsh- The walls clenched and revolved him into the mixture, Kalmoor's head and beak peeking out of gloop, gasping for air.
“M-melt me into you, into yours, m-make me mmbglrls.” rives of pale bile flooded into his maw, dragging him down beneath the surface. -Splshp- The goop rippled out in a circle where he dropped, grooves on the goo lasting for moments before sloughing together under the grinding cum production, leaving not a trace of the morsel boiling into pulp.
Kelpie huffed to himself, kneading and caressing along the lumps over his balls and belly, squeezing them down, smirking as the resistance left, and his meals crumbled into gruel, -Bhgrlsgh- sloshing and tossing within his bloated form.
“Together at least, mmf, hah, still tickling in there,” He smirked and brushed over his sack, reclining back on his bed. “Phaa, playtime is always a blast, too bad all my toys go through me in a day, though.” -Smmach- He smacked his gut, watching it bob and lurch back and forth, “What can you expect, when you are playing with your food?”
~ 8 ~
“Bahhouurrph.” On the breath of gullet exhaust that fluttered Kelpie's lips, the stallion tasted a hint of salty self-indulgence. “You got busy in there,” he taunted with a hoof sinking into his abdomen, kneading at the dented clump of belly batter, “and now you've went and gone all business.”
A rumble in the stallion's bloated scrotum migrated through the length of the shaft, -Bhrullfprt- the member belching up a froth of splooge, bubbling out of the cock's eye.
“Hah, and you're pretty eager for a drain wad.” Kelpie moistened his lips as he lurched over over his beddings, grinding his shaft against the mattress sheets to leave a skid-mark of pre. -Frrfbbth- His tail littered with the wafts puffed out from his backside, pucker distending and contracting with the churns of an organic cement-mixer rumbling from within, muffled by prime pony padding.
“Mmmrf, still hard at work in there, you have been about nothing but business ever since I promoted you to my dung.“ -Ppffhrth- The brim swelled and contracted, Kelpie parting his cheeks and grinding a hoof about his skull cutiemark. “But I can't have you bogging me down all the time, every duty deserves a break.”
-Bhfferth- The brim puttered out stakes of smog. Green gasrose along the crack and dispersed into a scent of a motor oil and butt lard grease-shake. -Grhrhsllth- Once the veil of fog lifted, the brim quivered around a patch of auburn, the walls of the sphincter contracting and hauling the globule outwards, the rim clutching the hunk before the pressure forced it to ripple and sprawl back over the edges of the umber filth with a snap. -Shlpth- A broad loaf of manure crowned through the distending ring of meat.
-Crrhgllsh- Churns – like squeezing a sock stuffed with jelly – accompanied the muck as the convulsions of of the creature’s colon ferried it through the clasp of the rear chute. The squelches and crinkles of gunk amplified as the rim squeezed colon fluids through the furrowed veins adorning the colon chocolate's surface. -Bhhrslgsh- A grumble escaped the depths of the rump and the pucker retracted along the grime, etching out patters and pocks over the exterior.
“Hooomnf, yeah oh right back out my ass you come, plug me up full,” Kelpie grunted to himself as he humped against the bed. -Chhrnngk- His back-hatch puffed up, swelling up like a swim-tube over the expanding girth of the pegasi-pudding, -Rclclths- The side of his pucker warped around protrusions jutting out from the manure, the besmirched hoof bone revealed as the flesh ring moulded over its outlines and scraped off droves of bronze fudge caking Naarkerotics' remains. Streaks of steam exuded from divots and creaks in the mud, simmering the cavern with odours of feathers brewed in tar and wilted cabbage. -Ghrhblts- Passing over this clog, the arch of grime dipped past Kelpie's cheeks and tumbled towards the ground, with its weight the bulk hauled a load of hind-baked grime along with it.
-Kplltch- -Gbrllgsht- -Twdlgh- Bales of brown bile billowed through the buttocks, slapping onto the ground like wet dough. -Spltlch- Filth amassed with loaves of gut gruel collided, their outlines melding under heat and weight, folds of fudge bulged from the bottom of the heap, sprawling outwards to swallow more of the ground under its weight. During the rapid expulsion, the waste had a look of sentience to it, like a hive of dung slugs tumbling over one another as they sought freedom.
“Mffs, ah, you must really be loaded, I am not even a baker and look how much dough I'm getting out of you.” Kelpie commended the collection of sludge disgorging from his back-end, his rim twitching when it slithered over fractured skeletal remains partially embedded in the dung.
Translucent goop tainted in hues of brown from its surroundings tickled along the ridges and drippled from the crevices like soap. The mangled tubes of assphalt crawled out from the brim, the pucker distending and morphing over crags and protrusions in the girth of the butt clay, quivering every now and then when a -Pbhrrflth- bubbled out around the width of the chocolate bulk.
“Aa, smooth to mosey along out my rump, but chubby enough to put in some mmpfh, gratification. You are looking well as a creamy batch of molten sewage on my floor.” He raised up from the bed, standing tall with his tail flicking out of the way, hoof servicing his erection. “And your friend will look just as pretty, when we get to your little reunion.”
The flow of posterior putty became impeded with the cum-engorged watermelons between Kelpie's legs. -Spltlshg- The filth smushed into the sack with a smear of fresh resin, directed downwards by the ridge separating the orbs. The musk his balls laid soaked in lubricated the filth on its journey. The extra bump of the sack crafted a display, a fountain of fudge flowing throughout the flinching flesh, funnelling through the folds and flopping off to fondle the fetid fertilizer. -Gbhrsttlh- Ribs and chunks of femur laid plastered into the mulch, crinkling when the rim swabbed them free from layers of frosting, exposing pearly patches of white in the tarnished and muddy bones. The pile below crept along the dirt and rock of the dirt floor, its cement consistency restricting it from growing taller than a rough hoof above the ground. -Shhrsltlh- Loops of manure coiled and smudged into the surface of the gruel mountain, curling into tangled patterns that sunk and displaced dunes of dung underneath. A spectrum of dirt laid represented in the mound, from umber crevices and hazel slop to dirty beige calcium and sticky brass, the brazen loaves coming chubby and dense, moulding the waste around them where they curled and sunk down to remain stable in the gummy gunk. The air above the pile turned blurry from the vapours pooling from the putrefied remains, smells of tart which Kelpie drank down in satisfaction.
“If I have passed a more rotten hunk of trash than this then I can't remember em, then again, who remembers a dump?” -Frsllghtr- Kelpie paused to pant and tame his stiff battering ram whilst his bottom wedged open over thick clumps of manure, draining down the sewage-fall over his sack and giving him a sense of the steaming clay moulding and rolling out of him. “Except for that mmmng, pang of pleasure in passing some pathetic ponies, mmhmrf,” he grunted and a blast of -Bbrrfflth- fanned out between the crevice of mud and sphincter, the gust carrying a hoofful of sloppy feathers that fluttered down to garnish the pile. In the mangled clog of filth, roping down to thedung-stack, laid bumps of a sleek, paler filth, cracks tearing in the membrane of bile, and as they fell the patches of gruel peeled off like petals from a rose, but with the sound of stepping through a marsh barehooved -Plrlghhsth-. Underneath in the clog laid femurs and atlas-bones, as the length bent and folded in the drove blow, petals drippled off to reveal a cranium. The skull smeared chestnut in the gruel and from the eyes rose pillars of vapours, containing a preserved odour that stuffed nostrils plugged with dry fermentation of jerky and lard.
“Mfff, aah,” Kelpie sighed to himself, swaying his rear as it billowed out globs of fudge, this muck tinted a dusky-almond and drooped downwards like clay, dollops of the batter forming and hanging down the slab like hot wax trailing down a candle. “I had a feeling you two would get along,” Kelpie commented and caressed his rear up to the base of his tail, his hoof then moving along the motion to curl up and stroke his twitching cock. “You are both asses, and taking turns to eat each other.” He turned his gaze back, lips swept in a smug expression, but his eyes oozed with the calm after-shocks of lust-filled indulgence. “Seems you will owe me one after I'm done with you.”
~ 9 ~
Kelpie's caverns reeked of the butt-boiled pegasus, boils forming and popping in the mire that sprawled out in a hill of moulding dirt underneath the monster's flank. Bones that had emerged throughout laid scattered or enveloped into the mulch, the cranium having its sockets filled with filth and a wall of the mire creeping overhead. In the candlelight, the pile was showered in an orange glow, glistening off the sprinkles of colon fluids the pucker sputtered out between gusts of -Ppbhhhrffrth-.
“That is the spot, mmf, been stewing and working for a while, but now relieved of duty.” Kelpie said and let his jaw hang down, tongue flicking in the air as he turned and focused his attention on his genitals, humping into the hold of his hooves. “That is only one stain so far, I promised two, and you will look so perfect together!” Kelpie snickered, beating his cock with his swollen orbs bobbing back and forth between his legs, sloshing like balloons full of oil. “Mmg, you are still so eager in there, just a slutty load of nut sludge, aren't ya? Though, to me, that is what you all are in the end,” he huffed with his tongue hanging free, dollops of pre flinging from the tip of the member as it flexed between strokes, “entertainment.”
The twitches of the shaft rattled down to the spherical containers, the stored goop sloshing to and fro, shaken up by each jerk, until the walls shrunk, then contracted and funnelled their load up. -Gglrhsb- A grumble rumbled out from the sack as lumps formed on the way up the stiff cut of stallion-meat, Kelpie holding back the flow with his hooves, retaining his captive to delight in the rush a few moments longer. “Mmfg, memng, aawaammmwg,” he released his memeber with a growl shaking past his lips, his muscles tensing as the member grew for the surge of spunk to leap through the pole and pry his tip wide open for the lunge of nut sludge. Dollops flung free and arched through the air to splatter onto the fields of auburn, smacking into the heap with the sound of slapping a lump fish on a platter -Psllltch-. Kelpie huffed, dripping of sweat and gratification, hoof curled around his shaft to aim the batch of white onto the pile, painting the mud with liquid strokes of lust, still speckled with dark blue feathers. The ochre shaft flicked and undulated as it disgorged the torrent of churned ball-butter, through the air the flow looked as liquid as milk but its impact was clotted like tree sap, piling and sloshing over the sleek muck to smother it under an alabaster membrane woven through currents of spunk, with its pigments collecting down the trenches sprouted over the mud, forging pearly threads under the pale liquid film.
“Mmfaa, whha, ongs, you weren't kidding,” Kelpie admitted to himself, mouth agape so long that drops of drool dangled down his tongue. As the cum flung through the air it shed drops of pale, dangling down with tails of goo behind them tethering them to the splatter of Kelpie's orgasm, the cumdrops smattering into the pile, floor, and stray drops reaching the bed, thin tethers of spunk behind them forming a web of goo that roped over the heap of shuffling dung like a net, though soon absorbed as the flow broadened and absorbed the gunk into its own hot sludge.
Kelpie's sack dangled from the release, shrinking all the while it dispensed its load through the shaft, contracting back into shape as the climax-driven Kelpie kept hosing down the remains of the pegasus with the paste of congealed cock bile.
“Phaa, hoaa, mmfn, the feathers did tickle on the way out as well,” he panted, jerking along the throbs of his draining member with one hoof, sneering as the tides of feather-filled cum soaked down the cranium, washing away the muck covering the skull and drippiling into the sockets, as a warped display of crying. “Tears of joy, glad I could, mmf, reunite you two, in a medium that suits you, mmaaa, style better, despite taking a break, you two work well together.” He grinned to himself.
The pile shone from the viscous fluids draping over the contours of the bundled pile of manure loaves, the shimmer of rusted brass tying the hues of brown together under a tangerine carpet, with a few stray feathers of stark blue contrasting the warm heap of pony and griffon purée -Ghbrllssh-.
“Phaa…,” he slumped back onto the bed, toying with his spent member and slurping over his teeth, watching the heap shift and droop, with the spunk coagulating into a glue around it. “Cannot ask for a better pair of playthings,” he admitted and flicked his shaft, which belched up another few bundles of blue fluff. “I could use a bite after this,” he mumbled and rose form the bedsheets. -Kksrllfgth- He glanced back to the soiled, glistening brown imprint of his sack on the bed. “And something to clean up playtime with.” He added as he headed out.
~ 10 ~
“Hey, wake up, Kalmoor, I don't wanna ruffle your feathers more than I already have.”
The griffon blinked awake, overwhelmed by the wave of stink falling over him, now that he was conscious. “Oouglh.. what is that odour?”
“Us…,” Naarkerotics cut off.
The griffon scanned the cave, seeing the hundred-plus kilos of filth pudding smeared on the floor. “Geeze… how did we-?”
“Don't know, but I don't wanna stay here to find out if it is gonna work next time, lets get out of here before he finds u-”
“Well, well well…”
The two were interrupted by a booming voice, Kelpie smacking his lips, eyes aglow in a shimmering cerulean, his hoof clutching a gaggle of toilet-paper. “Looks like I won't be needing these with you around,” he informed, discarding the paper rolls, and advancing on his two, fresh toys.
