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Within the Snake Mountain’s depths, pained groans and frustrated cries filled the barracks; where many were licking their wounds after the last assault from He-Man. Snake men, Aquaticans, Cyborgs, and then more. Supposedly, there even was an evil robot copy of that damned goody-two-shoes, but nobody cared about that one.

Why would someone put the face of their worst enemy on a robot?

“Pass the balm, snake,” growled a high voice, an Aquatican whose regal armor had been stripped, uncovering that scar-ridden blue chest and missing eye. “You’ve been keeping it for yourself for the last five minutes; you don’t need that much time to apply it.”

“I take asssss much time asss I want!” retorted the Snake-like criminal, showing off his fangs in an intimidating display.

A poor display that didn’t make the Fishman flinch, his unique blue eye and mouth still. Instead, he kept his clawed hand lifted towards the green-scaled snake and shook enough. Enough for the cobra to huff, growl, but finally throw the unguent at the Aquatican.

“Take it! You assssss!” he cried, returning to his wounded arms and legs, covered with bruises but no blade bites…. Alas.

“It is not my problem you don’t know how to apply it,” coldly retorted his teammate while he applied the soothing product over his back. “I didn’t ask to share this room with you.”

Mer-Man the Aquatican and Kobra Khan. Two of the most loyal lieutenants Skeletor had. Aka, the goons of the most evil and egocentric idiot on that side of Eternia. Two frustrated lieutenants that, due to their “Master”’s cheap ass and folly, had to share bunkers until they returned to their own lands. Which seemed somewhat dubious since the last assault from He-Man ended with a relic or a trinket being stolen. Therefore, Skeletor would be out raging and crying until he embarked on another venture, dragging everyone along even if they kicked and cried.

“Fine! Help me, then!” said Kobra Khan, peeling off his vest to turn his back toward the Aquatican, exposing that sinewy back to the King while he bestrode a chair.

“Who do you think I am? Your maid?” huffed Mer-man, still applying the balm on his arm.

“Well, you help me, or I take the pot back. Your choisssssssce!”

A hiss, a glance above the shoulder… Finally, Mer-man gave in as he jumped off his bed to approach Kobra Khan’s seat, scooping a large portion of the paste in his hand.

“Where?”

“Left shoulder blade,” pointed the Snake man, scowling and hissing. He finally shut up when the paste was applied and rubbed. “What do you think of the next asssssault? He wantssss to take Prince Adam in hossstage. Again.”

“Folly. But what can we do? Even Evil-Lyn cannot handle his bouts.”

“Milady has better to do than to handle him.”

The voice came from the room’s least illuminated corner, deep and nothing more than a growl adding to the menagerie between the four walls. Huddled on his bed, the last bunkmate looked nothing unlike a pile of fur, except for the blue loincloth.

Mer-man, in return, shrugged, returning to applying the product on Kobra Khan’s shoulder.

“Like what? Grovel to some demon? Betray Skeletor for the… Fifth time this year? Sacrifice blood to create a portal below that mountain? No offense, Kobra Khan.”

“None taken,” replied the Snake-man, all too happy to no longer suffer from the pain.

“Point is… We can heal, but I already lost an eye and Khan a few fingers. What else? Your leg, Beast Man? Tell Evil-Lyn to corral him, or he’ll have an army of crippled.”

“Not my business,” answered the Beast Man. A monster of brown fur with blue-hooded golden eyes and a face ugly enough to quell any velleity from the lower servants. But not Mer-Man, even as the beast of a man turned to face the former Aquatican King.

“It is. Unless you want to die in a stupid plan. But suit yourself,” said Mer-Man, his digits going over the shoulders and now onto the Snake’s chest, exploring it.

An exploration the Reptilian seemed to appreciate as he melted on the chair, his face relaxing.

“Hey. You left a sssspot down there,” mumbled the Snake man, his voice lecherous.

“Don’t you have wounds to tend?” asked Beast Man from his bed, his head resting on a makeshift pillow.

“I am fine and it’sssss not like we have better to do… What about you, Mer-Man?” asked the Snake, turning… Only to see the Aquatican fumbling with his belt. The metal resisted for half a second. But then, it gave out, and the orange loincloth dropped to reveal Merman’s anatomy.

Blue scales all over his form, marked by clearer shades where he had recovered from blades, the former oceans’ king was fit, sinewy… And rather well hung as his testicles were swaying between his legs, pendulous and leathery, while his slick and tentacle-like manhood peeked from the discrete slit.

“I didn’t listen. What is this?” asked Mer-man, his hands on his hips.

Kobra Khan, in return, addressed the most perverse grin his elongated green muzzle could muster. His eyes glimmered with unfeigned interest as he turned and sat on his chair properly.

“Nobody, especially not Milady, must see this,” added the third bunkmate.

“That’sssss fine. We will be dissscreteee.”

Snake, Beast, Fish. They sat in that order on the Aquatican’s bed, stripped and… Well, participating in the lecherous ambiance.

The first was evidently Kobra Khan. Not as muscular as Beast Man or as sinewy as Mer-Man, he was a middle ground whose hissing breath was all on their more reluctant partner in the middle. His scaled fingers were exploring that brown fur, stroking that wide jaw and wider chest while his twinned dicks were out of their slits… And his balls were weighing heavily against the bed’s edge.

“Ssssso… Who lost our bet? Sssssixteen for me,” started Kobra Khan, his voice all too sweet.

“I received fourteen hits; I wasn’t the worse for wear from He-Man,” commented Mer-Man in return.

Compared to the Snake, the Aquatican on the right was a little less promiscuous: his hands were kept to himself and his dick, a pink appendage that easily coiled and rolled onto itself if he so desired. Such a prehensile presence made it all the easier to masturbate as he merely had to keep his clawed hand still while he stroked his length all over it.

And despite his low groans, he listened to the last member of their trio.

“Three,” grumbled Beast Man, in the middle and the only one not exploring or using his fingers. All despite the evident boner he sported between those massive thighs, his humongous dick looking closer to an arm, and his balls boulders.

“Three? What did you do for thisssss?”

“Yes, Beast Man. Why such a low count?”

“I had to protect Skeletor, but I fought the cat.”

“He-Man’s cat? Ah, that’s the best for the Beastmaster!” chuckled Mer-man, passing his hand over his partner’s shoulder. “You know the deal. Kobra, I take the mouth.”

“What? I take that ass? What issss thiss?” retorted the Snake-man, his fangs showing due to the perceived affront.

“You had the mouth last time! It’s fair to exchange!”

“I am here, idiots, you have to pick on that round,” commented Beast Man, his voice low and growling at being fought over by those two. But it had a different result than expected when they smirked at one another.

“Well. Since you have performed badly, why not have two rounds, Beast Man? This is only fair for everyone.”

“What-“

“I approve thisssss change!” cut Kobra, eagerly pushing on the ferocious and hairy male between them, forcing him to lean and… Well. Have a meet with Mer-Man’s dick.

The prehensile dick coiled and swirled before the brute, its pungent and marine smell filling those nostrils with its perfume and acrid touch… Yet, the Beastmaster opened his mouth.

“Fine. But it’ll apply to all future competitions.”

“Of courssse! I’ll get Mer-man’s asssss and mouth one day!”

“Ass! You could ask me out!”

Well, asking Mer-Man to go steady was out of the field, especially in the situation the three were entrenched in. They had better to do than plan a meet… Especially when the former King eagerly used his prehensile dick to stroke the hairy beast, pass over that bearded face and silky lips… And yes, inside.

“Hrmphh!”

“Ah… I missed that mouth, Beast Man. From all of us, you have the sweetest lips,” chuckled the Aquatican, his broad smile growing from all the boldness as the tendril pushed further.

Bound as he was by their bet and promise, Beast Man frowned but accepted the assault. He swallowed it and permitted the sticky and musky organ to slip against his tongue. More, he let it ooze all that tacky and fishy precum over his mouth, forcing him to swallow the mix of saliva and salty fluid as he glanced up…

He saw that cocky smile, that perverted glance.

“Don’t scowl. It was you who offered that bet the first time,” laughed Mer-Man, his eyes lecherous as he passed a hand over that head, the brown fur, the little bone growths, and that scalp. “You’re not a sore loser, are you?”

“He’ss not! He’sss giving in well!” confirmed Kobra Khan.

Confined to booty duty for now, the Snake-man had all the pleasure of observing the hairy, round but firm cheeks; the sculpt of those muscles bulging beneath the soft fur and natural fat. More than that, he admired how the oldest team member had his hands over those glutes, spreading them apart with swift hands.

“Do your worst, Kobra,” finally spat Beast Man, words and dick going out before the latter returned inside with many groans, grumbles, and moans when that throat was forced and penetrated.

“My worsssst? You’ll love it!” chuckled the Snake, leaning over to inhale the earthy and sweaty touches from the Beastmaster’s crevice. Here, the hair was caked and sticking to his skin without divulging any crass or vile remains. The only perfume Kobra Khan savored nose and mouth was that of a masculine man after hours of strained efforts. A perfume so sweet he took whiff after whiff until the rumbling from above peeled the Snake off that addictive smell. Next, he opened his mouth to expose his forked tongue and… Pass it over the luscious and sweaty rim. The orifice was black as coal but possessed a sheen and glimmer by the lamp light. All produced by the sweat accumulated within the folds while amplifying the salty taste. One the Snake enjoyed as he passed the tongue over the orifice once… Then again. Then more until the hole relinquished and became pliable.

The folds no longer resisted, and Kobra was delighted to push against them. The muscles offered no resistance to his thrusts and jabs. More, and it started to wink back and clench, although followed by more muffled groans from Beast Man.

“You are more ssstretchy, Beast Man? Have you been training with Sssssskeletor?” chuckled the Snake-man, his scoff cut short by a swatting hand over his muzzle! “Hey!”

Rubbing his snout, the Kobra looked at Mer-man's grin. The latter was satisfied by the Snake’s pain… And the Brute’s dedication to sucking and swallowing.

“You better watch that tongue, Kobra. He’s not indulgent like me,” addressed the Aquatican, yet rubbing and patting that head as if he owned Beast Man.

“Sss!” hissed Kobra, showing his fangs. “Joke all you want, but you’ll ssseee who will overthrow Sssskeletor and He-Man!”

“Yes, yes,” hand-waved the Aquatican before pointing at that round and saliva-coated butthole near the Snake’s groin. “But you have something to do before that… Our common friend is tired of your boasting.”

Huffing, frowning, his tongue still swirling, Kobra Khan did shut up… And gripped both cheeks with his hands, taking the Beast man’s role in spreading them apart and revealing the slightly swollen hole.

He saw it wink, open wide, and… oh. He shouldn’t, but he gave in and slipped his thumb inside before tugging on the left. The orifice, so pliable and supple, widened and pulled into that direction until the winking donut looked closer to a split orifice. Then another finger was added, stretching that asshole vertically until it was closer to a vulva when the two digits were extended at their limit.

“Perfect!” hissed the Snake, his foul mouth finally harboring a proper grin as he shifted position and propelled his groin forward.

The twin genitals were right and rigid, pointing directly at the winking orifice that offered a conundrum. Which dick to use? The right one was the most sensitive and would give him the most pleasure, but he wouldn’t last as long. As for the second, it wasn’t as sensitive; hence, he could go longer within the Beast Man’s orifice.

“Stuck, picking which one?”

“Yesss… How long can you lassssst?” asked Kobra Khan, watching his partner in crime’s relaxed expression as he had reclined a bit, one arm behind his head while the other kept Beast Man’s face stuck against those fishy loins.

“Pretty much for hours. Our friend isn’t a good cocksucker. Good lips, but no mouth play,” remarked Mer-Man, his teeth shining from his cocky grin. One he backed up, when his current fuckhole tried to rebel and shift, by punching that throat with his prehensile dick.

Without surprise, Beast Man fussed and groaned due to the sharp pain in his throat. Yet, he not only kept his lips shut but continued to impale his mouth onto that dick.

No mouth play? When he had his lips closed up and fought against his gag reflex? He clenched his fists into a ball but then relaxed. There was no use in beating that idiot… Especially in that moment. He would get his revenge next round.

“Why not both?” suddenly proposed Mer-Man, extending his hand towards Kobra Khan, then down to scratch the hairy scalp.

“Oh! Right! He isssss sssstretched enough!” confirmed the Snake, his two fingers joined by their twins in forcing those glutes apart. Not much of a difficulty for him as he grinned wholeheartedly and admired the orifice open up. Indeed, both dicks would fit inside. But what about the sensation? He would cum faster, that’s not what he desired. He wanted to enjoy AND last.

Kobra thought about, tapping the quivering orifice. And at no time did he lend Beast Man an ear; neither did the Aquatican.

Should they?

Not really. That’s what both thought in tandem when one got his dick serviced by the sweetest lips in miles, and the second was about to go to booty duty with his twin dicks. Moreover, it was without much effort the Snake managed to push the first inches of his shafts inside. He might have groaned and moaned, but they slipped right in!

“Yesssss! Perfect!” he groaned with his muzzle up. The swollen rim, with all its smoothened ridge, offered such pleasure as its silky presence rubbed and stroked the shafts. Small quivers came and went as the Snake advanced, but the ridged insides weren’t constraining him.

In a sumptuous way, the walls contracted in canon. Each contraction had a slight delay with the other. How did Beast Man manage to do this? Kobra Khan didn’t know and didn’t care. He merely punched those guts deeper, making the burly man jump and tremble some more.

“He’s taking them in?” asked Mer-man, leaning over and even putting an elbow on that hairy back so he could rest his head on his closed fist. He might have looked bored, but he was far from it when catching a glimpse of the torment Kobra Khan inflicted upon that ass.

“Yess! He wassssn’t able to before!”

“Perhaps Skeletor really had a hand in this? What do you think, Beast Man?” asked the Aquatian, poking that sucking throat again. “Skeletor did- OH!”

Pushed back, lifted even, Mer-Man had to straighten his posture lest he would fall. Worse, even Kobra Khan felt the hole stopping its embrace and the burly man pulling away. From dick-sucking and dick-taking, it left both men groaning and mumbling while their organs were suddenly abandoned.

“By He-Man! Beast Man! What’s the big idea?”

“Get back in position!”

“No,” answered Beast Man with his usual burly voice while wiping the precum and saliva all over his beard. His eyes darted at his “partners” while his legs moved, dragging his sweat-caked body and… Well, tracing a line of fluids coming from his gaped ass. The same he prodded with his fingers and pulled on it. “You are too small.”

“Too sssmall, what do you me- Basssstard!” cried Kobra Khan, outraged. And outright afraid as the big man pounced on him. Those hairy arms were powerful, enough to crush the skulls of lower minions. Two of them would be dangerous for Kobra Khan as he was already opening his mouth and showing his fangs.

However…

However, there was no such thing as an assault. Instead, Beast Man straddled Kobra Khan’s belly, his ass cornering the twinned dicks. He was about to take them both.

“You are too small, Kobra…. Mer-Man. Come here,” continued the beastly individual, looking above the shoulder to find the kingly and scaley stud dumbstruck by the sudden change. “Mer-Man!”

“Coming! Coming!”

Quick to move after the critique, Mer-Man jumped from his seat to walking, clambering onto the bed on his knees, approaching the strapping man from behind. Just like Kobra Khan had seen before, that ass was not only flexible but accommodating.

Accommodating to the two organs Beast Man was currently riding. The two tips pushed in different directions, gaping the orifice as they tugged. But it wasn’t enough, as it seems, to put the Brute in a difficult position.

There was enough room.

Enough room for three.

“Really? Isn’t that too much, Beast Man?” asked Mer-Man, an eyebrow raised as he observed the orifice loosely suckling onto the shafts and guiding them between those furred asscheeks.

“You are not big enough. Put it inside,” commanded the hairy man while his hands kept Kobra Khan from moving.

Although, said Kobra Khan didn’t mind it at all. Straddled, his dicks kissed and welcomed by the hole; he looked at the ceiling with a sly grin while his tongue swirled and danced above his snout.

“Goo-“

“Don’t act cocky,” chastised Beast Man. “I’ll ride you all night.”

Both scaled men gulped at the threat, at the rumbling emanating from their partner’s voice. But none seemed to move away… Rather, that was the opposite as Mer-Man neared his groin, inches by inches, until his prehensile dick poked the hairy backside.

For a moment, his cocktip tentatively danced around, unable to decide what to do. But then, Mer-Man shook his head.

“Fuck this,” he grumbled as he gripped Beast Man’s waist and gave a thrust.

One singular thrust, completed by his slithering shaft sliding in-between the twinned dicks; right into the gaping orifice. The sensation of Kobra’s dicks against his was odd, surprising for the Aquatican. However, he didn’t have room to complain as he instantly felt their partner’s rump lowering.

Caught in between, Mer-Man had no choice but to get closer and nearly embrace that furred back as he kept forcing more inside. Two, three, four, five inches. It all progressed, through many wiggles that amplified the sensations all were sensing.

“HHh- Damn you… Beast Man!”

“Sssssso good!” completed Kobra Khan, venom dribbling from his exposed fangs. The sensation was overwhelming. From the exterior, his dicks were squeezed and massaged by the expertly controlled inner walls. From the interior, there was Mer-Man’s dick moving and pressing around. With each pulse, whether his, Mer-Man’s, or Beast Man’s, their entire bodies shuddered from the pleasure.

And above all else, Kobra Khan, as his most sensitive dick, the right one, was getting particular attention. Or that’s how he perceived it. Still, his mouth curled into a stupid grin.

“Keep… Going! Beast Man.”

“I intend to,” curtly answered the hairy male as his hips stopped lowering with most of Kobra’s lengths inside. Not more as he also had to accommodate the Aquatican, rumbling and groaning in his back.

Like a frail animal, the scaled marine held onto his back and mumbled through gritted teeth whenever he moved. Worse was the moment Beast Man desired some sensation for himself and attempted to rub the organs against his swollen prostate. Both were hollering, and his sensitive ears couldn’t endure it.

“Silence, sluts!” he ordered, though none villains halted their cries. It instead motivated them to cry for more.

Especially when Beast Man’s anal rings were crushing their dicks, holding all organs so close together they could feel each other’s pulse. They could sense their heightened heartbeat and those of others as the pointy and prehensile organs were hard-pressed against the prostate and rubbing it…

“Hah… St- Stop it!” moaned Mer-Man, his body unable to endure such pressure onto his shaft. He felt like he was about to burst.

Below, his hips were nearly crushed by Beast Man. On the other hand, Kobra Khan wasn’t in a better situation. He weakly writhed, his mouth shut and tongue dropping in. Both were about to burst, were about to ejaculate.

But it was above, with a devious smile and a cocky attitude, that Beast Man called the shot.

The hairy man, burly and powerful, had no qualm in impaling himself onto their dicks, making them howl and cry. Although he screamed and scowled at them whenever they were getting too loud.

So… By the end, what remained were their huffing breaths and the sound of clapped cheeks.

Beast Man remained above, his body shivering and trembling from the efforts he endured. His legs, thick as trunks and pushing, were crushing the wooden bed as he lifted his body only to lower it while his partners had no choice but to remain tangled. Whenever Mer-Man moved, he clenched his asscheeks to steady and hold onto the Aquatican. Whenever Kobra Khan pushed with his hips, Beast Man pushed further below until those movements halted.

They screamed, they cried, they shouted…

And finally, as their bodies dropped and stopped, Beast Man felt the rush of cum pouring into his ass and from it. They were cumming, their scaled bodies shivering together while their dicks sputtered more and more, their genitals clenched and trembling.

All that cum went up, hitting Beast Man’s guts, solely to follow gravity and start to ooze down. Those dicks, deep pressed, weren’t even forming a tight lock, and so much began to flood out, hitting both men and the bed as that waft of hot semen hit them across the nose. It stank, it was musky, it was masculine. With a grin, Beast Man pulled out.

He pushed on his legs, relaxing his holes until the three dicks popped free and dropped on their groins.

Both scaled studs weren’t looking so fresh, especially not Mer-Man, as his eyes rolled in the sockets and those white teeth were exposed until his tongue slipped out.

Kobra Khan wasn’t doing better either, with his head dropped aside and his long breaths reminding Beast Man of a whistling. They were exhausted, they were drained, they were done.

But not him. Not as his dick remained hard like steel, and his ass kept winking and squeezing out all that cum within.

“We are not done,” he stated. It was no order, no bark, just a plain remark he stated as he fell back. He squatted, he leaned… And without a warning, he sat on the Aquatican’s face with that same cocky attitude.

Right away, those scaled hands rushed to grab his backside and pull him away. But he didn’t care about that pathetic resistance. Instead, he relished hearing the poor “King” squirm and moan. Whenever Mer-man opened his mouth to speak, it ended with a gargle while the semen poured into his mouth and forced him to swallow.

Beast Man laughed, then flashed a grin at the heaving Snake, pointing a finger at him while he reclined and pressed with all his weight on Mer-Man’s face.

“You are next,” he said, his eyes full with lust. Tonight, they dragged him into this; he would keep going until he was satisfied, then.