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Robbie's Rampage 4: Counterattack (NSFW)

Killenor

Steaming hot water cascaded from the shower head down onto the hard, powerful chest of Robbie. The droplets reflected in sprays off of the solid angles of his scales and chiseled pectoral muscles, throwing back the spray as if with each tiny impact his powerful form pushed them away again. Massive arms bulged as he ran his hands over his skin, massaging in the hot moisture all over. He smiled in primal satisfaction as every breath of the steamy air carried with it the mingled scent of well used females and his own exaggerated masculine musk.

Despite his most recent sexual conquests, who were even now recovering in the wreckage of his bedroom, his body craved more. The lust seemed to well up within him unceasingly and no matter how hard he climaxed, he always seemed to have more. The shower was really just an excuse... An excuse to clean up, maybe, and to allow the girls to recover, but really...

Robbie ran his fingers over the solid hills and valleys of his six-pack abs and down to the still-jutting rod at his groin. It was like never having to get soft, never having to worry about his physical limits. He could be ready whenever, however he wanted. And, he thought as the fingers from both hands closed around his pulsing meat, he was way bigger than he'd ever been before. Whatever this was, he liked it. And as long as he had it, he'd use it.

Tightening his grip until he was practically crushing himself, he stroked. It was amazing! It even felt better going solo!

The only parts of his mind not focused on the sensations were the one that wondered if the girls were ready yet and the other that hoped the hot water didn't run out soon.

Charlene's hand went up in front of her face, coming into focus as her eyes adjusted. It was her hand alright, but just past the bracelets everything got weird. Her forearms had bulked out so much that her veins stood out beneath scales. A feeling of raw power surged through her as she took in her biceps and chest, likewise filled out to the point where her skin seemed almost straining to contain it. Further down were abdominals like a washboard, hips like dynamos, and legs that she felt sure could push right through the floor had she a mind to try.

"Mah stars..." came Pearl's breathtaken voice as she too saw the results of the Hornoids.

Looking over at her aunt, Charlene had yet another shock. Standing just a few feet away was a muscular goddess of a dinosaur. A mighty megalosaurus if she had ever seen one. A huntress who could run down and devour the most swift and stubborn of mammals. The only thing wrong with this picture was...

"Oh god," Charlene said with dawning realization, "You kinda DO look like my dad."

"I'm plenty different where it count sugah," Pearl replied distractedly as she tested out her new physique, "I'll bet I could win any rodeo now. Tear a bull-calf right in two... with my bare hands."

"It's just, it feels a little... weird," Charlene said frankly, her mind wrestling with her skyrocketing arousal.

"Ya already screwed your brother and me..." Pearl pointed out, equally frank, "and dang if just thinkin' about it ain't gettin' me hornier than a styracosaurus on thorno..."

Is that what we just ate? That sure would explain a lot.

"...oids." she paused for a moment, hungrily taking in the sculpted green Venus that was now her niece.

Nethers tingling with desire, Pearl dipped a hand down her rippling front to run a finger through her slick, almost feverishly hot slit. How much easier it was now that her previously ample frame had been converted into solid slabs of muscle mass. She gasped aloud as she found her clitoris.

"Charlene," she asked with a mix of hesitation and lust, "is... is your... um... did your..." She gestured to her now stroking hand with a nod of her head.

A quick, curious swipe of a finger and...

"Pearl!" Charlene exclaimed, "Our clits got bigger?!"

"Mine's the size of mah dang'on thumb! Maybe bigger!" Pearl said, showing off her treasures. Sure enough, her clitoris stood out, huge and engorged, from between her feminine folds, "Feels... reeeeally good, though."

Charlene's breath quickened as she unashamedly slid her fingers through her moistened folds, stroking her now-gigantic love button with relish. Tremors of pleasure shot through her, shivering her otherwise powerfully solid frame and causing her toes to dig little furrows into the hardwood floor as they curled. No matter how hard she rubbed, she found that her enhanced flesh could take it. More than that, she had no worry of discomfort as her natural juices seemed to be much more abundant.

"You gonna just get yerself off, or are we gonna make this happen?" Pearl said coyly, snapping Charlene out of her blissful experience, "Seems a shame to waste it."

Charlene looked at her she-hulk of an aunt with renewed lust in her eyes. Something else welled up within her. It was powerful, a passionate demand to grab Pearl, force her into submission, and ravish her to her limits. Their eyes met and Charlene saw the very same look reflected upon her aunt's face. It was a look that wanted to be dominant and TAKE pleasure; to selfishly grab sensation and hold it for oneself.

"So who's on top?" Charlene asked with an unfamiliar growl in her voice.

"I'd say... whoever deserves to be." Pearl countered savagely.

Two strides each brought the two terrible lizards crashing together in an embrace that was equal parts passion and struggle. Their rock-solid flesh pressed into each other as they embraced, each trying to crush the other, their efforts sending every vein pulsing against their skin. Huge, tensed legs shifted as they fought to find an advantage of balance, their toes gripping the gouges they had made into the floor, hoping for greater purchase. Behind them, their tails thrashed madly, trying to throw off their opponent's balance even as they fought to maintain that of their owner. The only thing saving the room from destruction was the fact that every stick of furniture had already been wrecked.

"Ya'll better try harder lil' gal," Pearl grunted as she heaved at Charlene, "I got trainin' in this."

"Coulda," Charlene forced out laboriously, "fooled... me."

Charlene's leg slipped between Pearl's, hooking around her aunt's ankle. The thought was to pull Pearl to the side and allow for a rolling tackle but the exploding power in Pearl's calves only served to stalemate the move. As an unintended consequence however, Charlene's knee was pulled right up along Pearl's dripping wet slit, rubbing directly over that now-extremely sensitive giant clit. Pearl shivered in delight, breaking the determination she'd had to win in the face of unexpected jolts of pleasure.

Still, Pearl had no intention of being outdone. She leaned her upper body weight forward, determined to push Charlene backwards into a fall, sliding her tingling pussy up Charlene's leg. But Charlene's back leg was braced and her lats were like braided steel cables. She didn't bend.

Unconsciously, in response to the intense pressure, Pearl's hips bucked. Not once, not twice, but a wild and uncontrolled spasm of abandoned will. Humping against Charlene's leg and flooding her mind with intense pleasure. Almost unbelievably, Charlene withstood the full, frantic rocking which even now shook the remaining furniture in the room: a localized earthquake of impassioned frenzy.

It was still a strain, keeping her titan of an aunt from toppling her. She would hold, for now, but only just. Pearl outclassed her on weight, it was true, but she was off balance and out of control. Pearl's hips were powerful enough to push cars now, and her rhythm was still building. Charlene needed a winning move and she needed it now!

A moment of brilliance struck as Charlene realized that she had one more trick to try. Flexing her tail, which had grown into a huge rippling length of power, she snaked it around between her straining legs. With control that was impossible before, Charlene's tail found it's way to Pearl and jabbed itself beneath Pearl's tail.

"Yaaahaa!" shrieked Pearl at the goosing, launching herself up and forward as her legs jerked straight. Sensing opportunity, Charlene rolled backwards, catching and throwing Pearl with a push of her legs. Pearl sailed through the air across the room and slammed into the far wall, rattling everything left standing. With grace and power she'd never dreamed of, Charlene caught herself and pushed with her shoulders, launching herself to her feet in one smooth economical motion. She was even more surprised to find herself not even breathing hard!

Robbie gritted his teeth as he came to his climax. Shot after shot of cum blasted out of him, painting the tiled wall of the shower with his cream. A scraping sound pierced through the roar of water as his toe nails dug gouges into the shower floor. Still Robbie's hand stroked himself in that same crushing grasp, thankful for the slick scale conditioner he'd used for emergency lube, as yet more male essence burst forth in ropes.

How long can I cum now? Robbie thought to himself as his body finally relaxed and his balls unclenched. That felt like... I don't even know how long!

A heaved, shuddering sigh as his brain resumed some hint of control. The water was starting to cool. He would have to clean up a bit before going back out...

BWHAMM!

The house shook as if a pterodactyl had collided with it. Not a catastrophic hit, but enough to rattle the bottles and items in the bathroom. Whatever had happened, it wasn't that unusual. Still, Robbie reasoned, better to find out. Besides, maybe the girls would be ready for another round...

"Wow, I gotta get ahold of myself," Robbie said under his breath as he felt the stirrings of yet another erection beginning.

A quick glance at the mess he had made set him back to grinning.

"Well, I guess I already did, huh?"

And he set back to actually cleaning himself up again.

Charlene and Pearl were silent for a few seconds, staring at each other and breathing gently, but obviously. Pearl was upside down against the wall, resting on her shoulders, looking up at her statuesque niece.

Both began laughing at the same time.

"That was a helluva good throw there," Pearl admitted jovially as she rolled easily to her feet, "but one dirty little trick."

"I can't believe you didn't knock a hole in the wall!" Charlene laughed.

"And wouldn't you know it..." Pearl mused, "I am still more turned on than I can ever remember..."

"Gaawd, I know," Charlene groaned, feeling the heat build within her, "I feel like I could fuck a whole sports team..."

"And I'll bet their asses would be sore for days too," Pearl chuckled evilly with Charlene joining in a moment later.

"I say when Robbie gets back out here, we jump him, pin him down, and show him how to really fuck a woman."

"Now you're talkin' girl, we'll give him a real seein' to!"

The shower was done, finally clean, and Robbie still felt like he was going to spring back into full readiness at any moment. How he was going to get anything done... anything else done... like this, he had no idea. The towel slithered across his glistening, clean scales and over the mountains and valleys of his sculpted physique. If he didn't know that there were a pair of ripe, willing fuck-holes waiting for him in the next room over, he could get lost just admiring himself. He would have murdered for a body like this... and now it was just there!

Pausing to take one last look in the mirror... and flex a bicep... and pump his pecs out... and roll his abs...

A moment's pause. Something wasn't right.

It was far too quiet.

"And when he comes out," Pearl whispered, "we both grab him and throw him into the room. He's crazy strong like us, but it's two against one, and I doubt he knows as much about leverage and momentum as we do. We toss him in the room... and then..."

"...Playtime," Charlene finished in her own whisper.

Robbie cracked the door and peeked out into the hall. Nothing was immediately visible. But then his machismo caught up with his brain. What was he sneaking and skulking for? What was he afraid of? He was a god of a dinosaur! Nothing could oppose him and hope to win! Throwing down his towel, heedless of his cock at half-mast, he threw open the door and strode confidently out, daring anything or anyone to challenge him. Anything he met would either be killed or fucked... possibly both and not in that order if it was...

"Get him!"

The ambush was sprung. Charlene and Pearl lunged forward to grab Robbie, Pearl going high, Charlene low. So tensed and ready was Robbie that the coordinated effort swept him off his feet instead of propelling him into a fighting stance. They had been ready for him, and he had fallen for it as surely as a human in a trap. Of his feet, he struggled for control but with no floor to lever against and a full powerhouse holding on to either half of him, he could only struggle. A mighty struggle, to be sure, but ultimately futile.

"Now would you look at that!" Pearl admired, "All clean and ready for us. And his ol' pecker's as hard as if he hadn't just fucked us half an hour ago!"

"And how the tables have turned!" Charlene added, "We're gonna get you back."

Robbie, now struggling slightly less than wholeheartedly, was unceremoniously carried back into the wreckage of his bedroom and tossed down on his bed. Nothing could keep the bemused expression off his face, the smug grin that whatever they were planning, he was down for it.

"You really think you can handle this?" He said in a challenging tone as Charlene circled into view.

"Handle it?" She mocked, "Boy, we're gonna own it."

Robbie chuckled defiantly.

Then Pearl loomed into view down by his legs.

"You're gonna be workin' double time. I hope you're ready, because we sure as hell are." said Aunt Pearl's voice.

A moment of confused panic gripped Robbie's heart. There, where Aunt Pearl should be stood the image of his father during his muscular youth. Almost exactly like the picture Earl had shown him all those years ago when he had first tried Thornoids... But now... Now that image was wearing makeup and... and had a dripping wet pussy with a thumb-sized clit sticking out... and was even more powerfully built than ever?!

His fearful eyes glanced up at Charlene. How had he not noticed?! Charlene was built! At least as buffed out as he was, but with a similarly puffed snatch and giant clit! She looked almost... manly! Had Charlene and Pearl...

"I think he's just realized what he's," Pearl started, musing as she moved into position over his prone body, "getting into."

"Well, he should get into it faster." Charlene crowed, and promptly sat down on Robbie's muzzle.

"Lick it bitch!" she demanded, rubbing her soaking wet cunt all over his nose as she did, "Get to it! I'd better cum real hard or you're gonna regret it."

Lust overrode panic, desire outweighed sense, and Robbie opened his mouth and got to work. Immediately his senses were flooded with the heavy feminine scents and flavors that Charlene's muscle-cunt had to offer.

Her feminine flesh jumped and quivered at the touch of his tongue. What control! What power! Charlene writhed as a new dominance contest began. Where Robbie had ever gotten so good at eating out, she couldn't imagine. Or perhaps it was her newly enhanced body making wonderful every sensation. Whatever it was... she wouldn't let Robbie win. He was hers now.

"AAw yeah," her voice betrayed her, "Oh... you're... nnnggh... gonna have to do better than that."

"Calm down sugah," Pearl said mischievously, "I'll distract him for ya."

Robbie couldn't see, but felt his aunt hovering over him; one hand on his cock ready to guide his throbbing rod into her. If his tongue was any judge, he thought, Aunt Pearl's brand new muscle-cunt might truly be a challenge. She had been tighter than he could have dreamed before the Hornoids... and now a moment of doubt made him wonder that she might actually crush him! The terror melted into confidence as he felt her hand stroke over him, her claws not even able to close fully around his girth. Bring it on, he thought savagely as he returned his focus to his sister's quivering lockbox.

And then.

"Gyah!"

Robbie shouted and jumped as something cool drizzled unexpectedly onto his dick. His convulsion brought a sharp rebuke from Charlene even as the goo began warming against his skin.

"Sorry 'bout that shug," Pearl chuckled, "Shoulda warned you."

"Wasn't expecting..." came Robbie's muffled reply before...

"Who said you could STOP?!" Charlene demanded, jamming her pussy back down onto Robbie's face, forcing his neck back onto the pillow, flooding his face with her heady feminine musk.

Robbie, intoxicated yet indignant at this forceful directive decided that he would not be cowed. If this was the game, he was going to play to win. Drawing a huge breath, laced with his sister's tangy scent, through his nostrils he set back to work. His tongue lashed through Charlene's folds with the power of a dozen fingers.

"Here we go now," Pearl called as Charlene thrashed and writhed. She lowered her vice-like slit down, grinning as she felt the turgid tapered head parting her firm, yet delicate lips. A thrust from Robbie as he rippled his giant washboard abs pushed even more of himself into her. But even as he neared getting the whole head in, Pearl pulled up, leaving only a glistening wet spot on his tip.

"Nah ah, you naughty boy," Pearl admonished in a tone usually reserved for pets, "Don't you get ahead of me."

Suddenly, Robbie felt Charlene's thighs tighten, crushing against the sides of his head. Muscles were one thing, but there were no muscles worth noting around his skull. With a gasp he was forced to cut off his lingual assault. Just as quickly, the pressure was gone and Charlene's puffy wet snatch pulled away enough to allow him to see her face.

"You had better learn your place soon little boy," she said playfully, "we haven't got all day to teach you."

Forcing her pussy down to grind against his face, Charlene let out a throaty purr. Even this did nothing to mask the roaring groan as Pearl's muscular cocksleeve slid down. As she came to rest, shuddering, Pearl moaned her satisfaction.

"Wooo! That's the stuff!" she crowed with a triumphant grin on her face, "I ain't felt like a virgin in a long time," she raised herself up slowly, savoring every bit, "and I reckon I wasn't this tight even then!"

Charlene took several noisy seconds to respond clearly, but as she got control over herself she quipped in gasps, "Never mind he's as thick around as your wrist!"

Pearl leaned forward over Robbie and took Charlene by the shoulders and pulled her in for a lurid kiss. Mouths open, Charlene and Pearl's tongues wrestled between their cheeks. The rocking thrusts of Pearl's bucking hips established a rhythm to their motions. What was left of the bed, really just a failing mattress atop a shattered frame, undulated as the three muscle-bound scaley deities rutted upon it. Broken splinters of shattered furniture dug into the floor as the springs strained to keep up with the force of repeated impacts.

"Awww fuuuck yeah!" Charlene screamed as she ground down upon Robbie's face. Her pulsating insides clenched as climax seized her.

Every one of her incredible, enhanced muscles locked as pussy juice sprayed over Robbie's face. Thighs that could dent steel crushed down over Robbie's face, evoking a roar as he strained. Tongue trapped, cheeks crushed, Robbie could not free himself. In desperation, he threw every ounce of strength into freeing his arms. Wrenching with the force of construction cranes he managed to pull his hands free and clapped them immediately to Charlene's knees. Girder-bending force strained to loosen Charlene's stone-shattering thighs. With nearly equal, but opposite force the pressure finally release even as Charlene was still in the grips of her nearly two minute long orgasm.

"Mah lawd. All that and he ain't even started to flag." Pearl comment as her hips continued to meet his thrusts in powerful slaps of flesh. She marveled at the thick meat within her that remained hard despite distraction, "This could go on a while."

Charlene recovered herself enough to release her brother's head. Despite himself, his head fell back and he gasped. Charlene leaned back to let Robbie see her grinning face.

"Who said you could stop?"

*

Pink hands dry-scrubbed each other as their owner walked nervously up the path to the door. Wendy's insides ached and fluttered. It had been quite some time since that day with Robbie... never mind who else had been there... but she still couldn't help but feel like a teenager with her first crush. The things they had done since should have fixed that. All her previous boyfriends should have helped.

It hadn't helped that Robbie had been working out. It seemed as though his stamina and power had increased with nearly every visit. Soon enough he would be able to take on her father, the terrifying B.P. Richfield, and force him to accept that they were together.

She let herself in, knowing that everyone should have been away. Immediately she noticed how the house seemed to be shaking in a rhythmic thump. There sitting in the living room, playing innocently but with a mildly traumatized look on his face was Baby Sinclair. Haunted eyes met hers.

"They're all upstairs... wrestling. Couldn't sleep. Can't go outside. Playing blocks now..." Baby said, failing to keep notes of disturbance out of his voice.

Suddenly the thumping stopped. The house creaked as it settled back fully on to its foundations. Growling could be heard through the insulation as if something feral and predatory stalked the upstairs. Nerves gripped at Wendy as she made her way up the stairs, feeling as though she were walking into a trap.

In the room, the three scaly mountains had finished their session. The flames of passion were spent in orgasmic explosions, leaving only smoldering coals even as the effects of the Hornoids still pumped in their veins. Their massive figures, intertwined looked up as one as they heard footsteps approaching. The door creaked open.

Wendy beheld the wrecked scene, as if a battle had taken place in Robbie's room. A gasp escaped her as three pairs of predatory eyes fixed upon her with a lustful hunger. The coals flared to life again with the prospect of a new conquest.