Chub
Soo.... Happy bday, you perverted blue doggy :p Yes, this is a [late] birthday present for Keto, hope you like it ^=^ You all know the standard, must be 18 to read and all. Gay stuff, don't read if you're offended by that. I don't own the characters, not mine, claim no ownership.
Chub
Gabumon hefted a sigh as he plopped into his chair. Damn history class. He was sitting in the furthest back seat, not caring to really learn anything in the course. He could BS the test in an instant. He folded his paws upon his round tum, looking down to his blue shorts. A cord ran up his back, between his fur and his skin, a small ear bud hiding against his ear, listening to music, the second ear free to listen for the teacher calling for him.
Now what had he been thinking about on his way to class...? Ohhh... yes... he saw those two, the hot new students. They were... He paused for a moment in his thoughts. He couldn't remember what they were... or looked like... it's like... his memory had a hole punched in it. How strange... He'd heard of them, but not known what the two new students were, just they were from far away. And... it was so strange, he couldn't for the life of him remember what they looked like. Maybe... black? No... maybe... he just couldn't picture it.
"Gregory." He raised his paw.
"Here."
The teacher nodded and marked him present. The Gabumon went back to his thoughts, attaching the second ear bud. He felt a stiffy throbbing hard in his shorts leg, his cock a little short, but made up for it by being nice 'n' fat. It throbbed hard, hot against his nuts, the sensitive, pinkish head protected by his copious yellow foreskin. He didn't care, it'd be gone by the end of class. He went to his normal thoughts, ADD as hell, ranging from how he'd eat today to how nice it'd be to have a fat guil-cock between his fat, yellow ass cheeks.
Class ended. Greg still had a partially hard cock. It showed as a faintly defined bulge in his shorts, though no one noticed. Many were taller than him anyway, his round tum hiding the bulge. Not that anyone paid him too much attention anyway. Gabumon were known to... well, blatantly, they fucked like rabbits. Hell, he had eight siblings! Gabumon were everywhere, the horny bastards, and were ignored a lot. Oh well. It's not like it mattered too much to Greg; he didn't mind the lack of attention. He had his few select friends, and liked it that way.
There they were!... maybe... he could have sworn he saw the two foreign students, but as he stared, there was nothing there now. Hell, he couldn't even think of what he saw. What on earth... his mind must be playing tricks upon him.
The chubby yellow mon got to his locker. The lockers were divided into three, one on bottom, one middle, and a top. Rookies like him usually got the bottom, since they were small. As he opened his locker, he felt the a Cyberdramon stand over him, opening the top locker. He rolled his eyes, treated like he wasn't there.
As Greg's brownish green locker door opened, a paper fell out, upon the floor. He tilted his head. It didn't look like something of his.
He lifted it, more light coming down once the Cyberdramon walked away. Opening the folded paper, he looked inside. Scripted writing read,
Come to the football stadium, tonight, three AM.
We will be waiting there for you.
The Gabumon looked around, somewhat... unsettled. This had never happened before. Had someone noticed him with a stiffy in class...? Ohh... maybe someone did, maybe they wanted to use a nice fat cock on him... Gabumon felt his cock thicken a little, his heart fluttering.
"Whatchya lookin' so happy about, chub?"
Gabumon rolled his eyes as he looked over to his Gomamon friend. He smirked a little. "Fucking heteros." The Gomamon stuck his tongue out.
"No, seriously, what's got you smiling?"
The Gabumon lifted his paw, motioning to... he stared. "It's gone... I just had it in my paw... a piece of paper..." he looked around on the floor, in his locker... it just seemed to have vanished. He blinked, looking up. "I swear, a paper came out of my locker... it said to meet up with some people..."
The Gomamon rolled his eyes. "Whatever, chub. Come on, we're late for class." The small white and purple mon turned and plodded off toward the literature class. The Gabumon sighed and grabbed his binder, shutting his locker, and following. He stepped over a folded, white piece of paper, not even noticing it, invisible to him.
The Gabumon trudged through his day, like every day. Stupid school. He had to walk a good distance home too. It was hot out, and not being the slimmest of mon species, the Gabumon was hot, sweaty and miserable when he got home. At least the house was nice and frigid with AC.
The Gabumon went down the hall, throwing his book bag into his room. Trudging back out to the kitchen, he searched the cupboards and fridge. Ending up with a 2 liter of coke under one arm, a bag of BBQ potato chips in the other, the mon went to his room. He sat the food on his desk, hopped into his comp chair, and signed into his computer.
Three IMs awaited him. His 'master' had IMed...
SweatyGalgo: Come on, where the fuck is my slut's sweaty ass? My cock's hungry...
GabuCumBag: I'm right here master...
Soon enough, the Gabumon was in a nice RP, his cummy ass (of course, a few mon had given it to him up the ass at school, for his master) having a nice, fat galgo fist up it. In another IM, he was sniffing and licking another Gabumon's pit. A good day, for the Gabumon's throbbing prick. He had it outside his unzipped pants, a load of cum already in his stomach, working on a second, tugging his skin back and forth, his ring finger working his frenelum.
A knock came to his door, the voice of his mother. "Dinner's done sweety, come down soon."
He was glad his parents had learned not to come into his room. Not after his mother had walked in on him sniffing his own foot, a few fingers in his ass, his chubby cock having dropped two loads on his tum already. The Gabumon chuckled at the thought, diving his thumb under his foreskin, shuddering as he rubbed his head, staring at his master's dick on cam. He dropped a load into his paw, then rubbed it over his ass for his master, his knees on his seat, his chest over the back. Rimming his tailhole a few times with his finger, he giggled, watching over his shoulder, his master cumming on cam.
The Gabumon did a quick job of cleaning himself up. He went to dinner, stinking of sweat, cum and gabumusk. Not that he cared. He knew his parents smelled it, they knew he knew, and everyone ignored the slutty son's stink. Dinner consisted of idle chit chat, and the Gabumon taking down a good portion of the meal, despite the chips and soda earlier.
The Gabumon soon enough finished off his plate, licking it clean. Ignoring his father's talk about getting a job around his age, he nodded, 'yes'-ed a bit, and got to his room again. When he logged back on, he was welcomed to the site of his master using the 'anal cam' again. It was a camera the galgo had rigged with a dildo, used to slip up his ass, a small light attached, looking up the loose tailpipe of his master.
GabuCumBag: Ohh master, it looks ever better than usual... I want to be there...
Strangely, the Gabumon got hit upside the head with a wave of exhaustion soon after. He told his master he had to sleep; he was going to pass out. The master regretfully let him go. After closing out his other conversations, he checked eMule. A few new files downloaded. He watched a short video of an Agumon getting a nice Guilmon snout up his ass. After, the Gabumon collapsed into bed. He looked to his alarm clock. Should he set it for two...? No... just a prank anyway... or he was going insane...
The Gabumon passed out, not even taking care of his boner.
Gabumon jolted awake. His eyes darted around his room. What on earth had done it? He sat up, looking around. Rubbing his eyes, he hmphed. No one in the room... he didn't hear anything now... maybe a nightmare? He sighed. Looking to the clock, it glowed two fifteen... the image of that note popped back into his head. His tail flicked. He could make it... he looked about his room. He was up. Like... coffee up. He huffed, his cheeks puffing faintly as he did. Well... if he showed up and no one was there, no harm, right? He could just get some exercise... or... something... but he was going.
The Gabumon rolled out of bed, plopping his feet upon the floor, his front resting against the bed. He stood up, reaching down, scratching his moist balls. Walking over to his closet, he brought his paw up to his muzzle, sniffing the strong scent he'd collected upon his fingers. He mrred faintly under his breath, a tingle running through him.
Grabbing a pair of shorts and pulling them on, then a hoodie- it was cold outside, after all- and he headed out the door, licking at his finger tips. He moved quietly, not caring to wake his parents.
The Gabumon moved out into the cold air, slowly romping his way to the school again. His warm breath glided off his doggy tongue, creating clouds of moisture in the cool air. He shivered a little, thankful for his extra clothing. He looked about, his breath puffing in the air as he went, the white mist thicker as he got himself warmed up walking. Not even cars were driving around, really... no one around. He saw the school a short ways away.
Walking off the side of the school, the Gabumon saw the shadowy, hulking figure of the football stadium. All the local schools were 'home' at this stadium. Each school put in money, and his school housed it. They had the largest property or something. Anyway, the bleachers stood high to either side of the field, circling it, making it a nice, oblong bowl to hold the games in.
The Gabumon walked up through one of the four entrances. Each one was a 'tunnel' under the bleachers into the stadium. He looked at the gate. It was closed, blocking the entrance from floor to the ceiling. He looked at the chains holding the gate 'door' shut, pawing the padlock on it. It was tight. He wasn't getting in this way. He turned to exit the short hallway; half way out he heard a click and clunk. Turning, the chains hung loosely, the lock upon the ground. The Gabumon shivered faintly. It was... just a little creepy. He moved over, picking up the lock. It did look old and crappy, maybe the piece of shit just fell off by his jingling...?
Suddenly determined to go in, he pulled on the chains, the metal letting out a loud clanking sound as it rubbed against the gate's metal. Pushing the gate open, the Gabumon walked out. The entrances to the stadium were at the four polar ends of the stadium. There were two entrances to the field, one at the center of each round end, and he was along the flat side of the oval. A fence between the outer, audience area and the inner player field was all that divided them. Gabumon put his pudgy paws on the vertical bars of the gate, climbing up just a little, hopping over it. He slipped on his way, tumbling, the grass getting his clothing wet. He humphed to himself, walking toward the middle of the field.
Walking in circles, he looked along the stands. There were deep, dark shadows along them. Hell, anyone could be out there in the shadows, staring at him, and he couldn't' see them. What a night for the new moon. He huffed another deep sigh, his chest expanding and heaving the breath out. He gave up hope and was just about to walk off the stadium again, when something weird took him. It was like... he was suddenly enveloped in a blanket, holding him. He lifted up a few inches off the ground. His eyes widened as the seams of his clothing undid themselves, the pieces of cloth making up his clothing falling to the ground, leaving him naked but his fur, floating in air.
Strangely, he wasn't cold. It was like the stadium was a bubble of warmth in the night. The Gabumon struggled a little, finding that he could move freely. He was just... floating. Unable to reach the ground, he couldn't really move anywhere. But suddenly, that was lost too. The Gabumon felt as though he was shoved down against the ground, but he was still in the air. He was facing sideways, his arms pinned behind his back, his body pinned to some invisible surface in the air. His legs were spread quite wide, unleashing the stink of his crotch, his tail raising high.
The Gabumon squirmed and whimpered, so confused. Were they invisible? Was this some attack he'd not heard about? He shuddered as he felt a finger prod against his tailhole. Eyes looking down, no one was there; he could just see his tailhole spreading just a little His tailhole was kind of slit shaped, vertical, just below the base of his tail. He watched and went wide eyed, watching it spread and move as what felt like a bulb-tipped rod sliped inside.
The Gabumon whimpered and squirmed, so confused, feeling his nuts squeezed between three fingers. He groaned and whined out, biting down hard upon his lip. Suddenly, his asshole was spread wide. It was gaping wider than he'd ever stretched it before, making his back arch, yelping and whimpering out with the stinging sensation burning on his spread-wide tailhole. It was the size of his wrist, easily. He shuddered. It felt like he was being fisted, a hand moving about inside him. Three fingers roamed and groped along his insides, bulbous tips prodding against his sensitive walls, his tailhole hanging open wide, stretched around nothing. He watched his tailhole move, going from oval vertically to horizontally, feeling the 'hand' within him turn with it.
The Gabumon yelped and whined, his short, fat cock throbbing insanely, his foreskin stretching and rolling as it was toyed with. What the hell was happening?! He watched all this happening, his body contorted and worked, but nothing touching him. It was as if the air itself was raping him!
The Gabumon went wide eyed and yelled out loudly as his back arched, pre squirting out of his cock, floating before him. His thick, chubby feet curled, the soles wrinkling. The non-existent 'fingers' within him grabbed his prostate, and hard. They were squeezing and pressing his prostate, abusing it to no end. He yelped out hard and arched, his thick cock clenching as it forced out a thick batch of cum. The fingers kept torturing his prostate, forcing out more and more hot, slimy cum. It splattered into the air before him, floating there as he was, his foreskin grabbing some, his fat cock clenching over and over as he emptied the largest load of his life, screaming and crying out in ecstasy and pain the whole time.
The Gabumon sat there, staring wide eyed, whimpering loudly as he stared at the cum floating in air, his prostate getting another hard squeeze. He cried out, his cock still hard as a rock, a faint trail of cum coming out. He felt fingers grip his base hard, rolling forward, oozing every bit out of him, forcing it into his messy foreskin.
The Gabumon floated there, held by the air, panting deeply, whimpering, staring at the puddle of cum floating just under him. He shuddered, feeling the invisible paw pulling out of him, all the feelings leaving his body. He whimpered, looking down, still painfully erect, his tailhole gaping a good bit, his soft pink insides showing. He whined and shivered. The cum before him started to move.
At first it looked like worms crawling just under the surface, then the cum all slid together, forming a large ball. The Gabumon whimpered, cringing back, trying to get away. The 'hands' were off his cock, and out of his ass, but he was still held as is. The Gabumon's eyes stared as the cum formed into a cock with a set of balls under it. He cringed, whimpering as he realized it was his. A fat, short, uncut cock, foreskin hanging off the tip. He gulped, the cock suddenly rushing forward.
The cum cock went straight at his face, and he yelped loudly as it shoved hard up against his nose. The tip forced against his nose, shoving hard at it, the cum sinking into his nostril. He gave out a loud "Ngh!" sound as it sunk down into his throat, the cum hot and creamy, working like a tentacle. One of the balls slacked and shifted into a tentacle, shoving down into his mouth. He tried to push against it, but it was just as solid as though it were erect flesh, not the cum it was made of, his cum tasting thick and raunchy against his canine tongue.
The Gabumon shuddered, his eyes closing tightly. He felt hot cum press into his ear, another tentacle wiggling down his other nostril, making it feel strange to breath. They all started fucking into his various holes, feeling the cum ooze around in his ears, loud, squishing and slurping sounds from it, the others sliding in and out of his nostrils, the cum tentacle in his mouth shoving down his throat, making him choke hard on it, gagging. The tentacle shoved hard against his throat over and over, just in a spot that made him gag and heave, but he didn't feel like he would vomit from it. His cock throbbed harder than ever, dribbling out pre. As it dribbled out, it snaked down his leg, oozing along, coiling between his toes, running along them, making his feet curl, squishing the living snake of pre between them. He whimpered and groaned loudly, the groan mostly a gurgle and hard grunt of a gag.
The Gabumon went wide eyed, the tentacle quivering in his mouth. He closed his eyes tight, feeling a head form on the end. Suddenly, the tentacle pulsated, shooting cum into his throat, forcing him to swallow it down. He had no choice, the thick head lodged in his esophagus, shooting the cum straight down. As it did, the tentacles slowly sucked back in, until the cock itself slide down his throat, his belly full of his own seed. The pre snake slid up his leg, sliding into his gaping asshole, melting inside his tailpipe.
The Gabumon floated there for a little, feeling his stomach churn with its full load of cum, his body helpless to do anything but float there. He gulped as he heard something behind him. A chuckle echoed through his mind. His body turned in mid air, free of the Gabumon's will, to look behind him.
Suddenly, his memories popped back into place. These two figures, one shorter by half a foot than the other, white and purple, floating a few inches above the ground upon their perfect, two-toed feet. They were there, the ones before his history class, the ones he'd seen from the corner of his eye, the ones he'd been fantasizing over. Both were there, before him, robes hanging down over their bodies.
The Gabumon gulped, words echoing in his mind, obviously from the taller. 'Well, little brother, I think he liked it.'
The Gabumon cringed and whimpered, shaking his head, trying to get away from these two scary beings. A second voice echoed through his head, softer than the first. 'Oh, don't lie to us... you could never lie to use, you cum bag...'
The Gabumon's eyes went wide at his online name, the mon suddenly yelped as his arms tightened behind his back. The robes removed themselves from the two mewtwo. The older brother's voice echoed in his head. 'Mmm, I can't wait to use that cute mouth of yours, that tight ass...' he stepped close, his phallus hard and thick. It was easily thicker than Gabumon's, but easily twice as long, and a bit more; above it was a scruff of thicker pubic fur, moisture visible in it, the balls sagging low underneath the cock, the foreskin copious as hell. The Gabumon shivered at the sight, and at the younger brother too... he was between Gabumon and his brother's length, closer to Gabumon's, with just the first scruffs of pubic fur above, his balls dangling a bit. He was just a little less thick than Gabumon, but had more foreskin than either his brother or Gabumon.
The larger mewtwo stood just before the Gabumon, his cock at Gabumon's nose. 'Sniff.' The Gabumon hesitated, then felt his lungs inflate, his body out of his control, his nose filling with a strong, thick stench of mewtwo musk and sweat, some dried cum. The Gabumon's mouth moved forward, wrapping his lips around the crown, his tongue playing with the foreskin. It dragged along the surface a few times, then sunk under it as the Gabumon's right paw lifted, taking the smaller cock and stroking it, thumb playing with the foreskin.
A strong, sour taste filled the Gabumon's tongue from under the foreskin, the salty taste of sweat biting at his tongue. He shivered, his left paw coming up, wrapping around the cock, stroking it back and forth. Slipping his lips from the cock, the Gabumon's muzzle headed to the other brother's, lapping at the foreskin, making the smaller male squeal mentally and squirm physically. He stroked both cocks at once, the yellow muzzle sinking down and sniffing at each set of nuts, the younger's sweeter, lighter, the older's strong, pungent, dominant as hell; the scent wouldn't be leaving Gabumon's' memory ever.
The slutty mon lapped at the nuts a little, before moving his muzzle up, wrapping his lips deep around the thick, older cock, sinking the head to his throat, the strong taste filling his maw, the scent filing his nose straight from the pubic fur, overpowering him. He felt the mewtwo's hips thrust forward, lodging the bare cock head in his esophagus. He began to gag hard on the cock, choking upon it, air entirely cut off from him. He squeezed down with his throat, squeezing the cock with is paw, along with the younger brother's, another squeal passing through the Gabumon's mind.
The older mewtwo stiffened, a vocal growl emitting, small, sharp teeth bared. He shoved again, lodging the thick cock head deeper, Gabumon squirming as he choked harder. Suddenly, thick, long bursts of cum sprayed into his throat, his paw squeezing the cock to help milk it out. Gabumon started to feel dizzy and woozy as the last shots fired, the cock pulling out. Gabumon gulped and panted heavily, coughing a bit. After a moment of this, he took a slow, deep breath, then belched loudly. Blushing, the taste of the mewtwo's cum burned upon his tongue, so rich and powerful and... male. The Gabumon whimpered, looking up, tears in his eyes, forced from choking.
"W... why... why are you raping me...?"
A laugh passed through his head again, the older smirking, Gabumon's paw still working the younger brother. 'Rape you? We stopped controlling your body after your tongue sunk under my foreskin...'
The Gabumon's face glowed red. He just stared, whimpering a little. The mewtwo circled behind him slowly. 'My brother is still very sensitive, easy to cum... you will shove your muzzle into his crotch, and lick his balls, and nothing but.' The Gabumon felt two three-fingered paws on his hips, a thick cock head upon his ass, feeling his tailhole seize tight for the mewtwo.
"Y... yes..." The Gabumon's lips and tongue moved, forced, "Master." The Gabumon's heart felt strange... but he knew it was true, for good... he looked to the younger brother, who had a faint blush upon his cheeks. The mon dropped his paw and turned to the pokemon, still floating in air, pushing his muzzle forward. His nose pressed into the young pubic fur, between the mewtwo's cock and thigh, sniffing deeply at the scent. His tongue slipped out, lapping at the sweaty nuts, shivering at the sweet, salty taste.
Suddenly, a cock was hilted in his psychically-tightened ass, making him squeal and tongue faster at the balls. The Gabumon's body tilted, the cock slipping out some. The mewtwo gripped tighter, and started to fuck hard, the angle causing his shaft to pound into the Gabumon's prostate every single thrust, abusing the sore nut of flesh even more.
The Gabumon's long tongue slid under the balls, his body bucking with each thrust of the mewtwo behind him. He pulled one of the younger 'two's nuts into his mouth, awarded with a light groan of pleasure, his ears grabbed roughly, squeezed near painfully. He winced a little, dropping it from his tongue, lapping faster as his prostate was abused so roughly.
The Gabumon got pounded, over and over, for at least half an hour. The young mewtwo before him was shuddering, writhing, trying his best not to cum before his brother. Suddenly, the thrusts changed from long, hard ones to shallow, deep thrusts, banging his prostate faster and harder than ever. The Gabumon squealed as hot globs of cum splattered against his prostate over and over, setting him off, his abused prostate milked for the tiny bit of cum it could produce after so many orgasms that day. The cum again snaked up, slipping up the Gabumon's ass, past the mewtwo's' cock, with the rest of the cum. The younger brother before him squealed out as the tongue slurped at his nuts, a young, creamy load splattering upon the mon's face, coating his duo-toned blue fur.
The mewtwo behind patted Gabumon's back, mrring faintly. "That's our good slut..." the Gabumon shivered as he was set upon the ground, finally, his body feeling bloated with seed. He panted, everything a blur.
Two days later, everyone seemed to forget of the men's bathroom upon the second floor of the main building. Some would head for it, but... mysteriously forget where they wanted to go when they got near.
Inside, the younger brother rested against the wall, next to the door, detouring any possible intruders. He watched as his brother stood before the urinal, looking down to it. Within the urinal sat a chubby Gabumon, holding a thick, purple, uncut cock as it pissed upon his round tummy, the short, fat gabucock stiff and hard. As the flow died away, the Gabumon lifted the cock toward his muzzle, pressing his nose to the foreskin, sniffing.
"Mmm... daddy..." he moaned sluttily.
'Daddy.... I like that...' A clench of the mewtwo's bladder splattered hot urine across the Gabumon's cheek, the mon quickly taking the head in, guiding the cock with his two warm, pudgy, yellow paws, his tongue and upper lip playing and rolling the soft foreskin, rewarded with a second clench, sour urine upon his tongue. He gulped it, then dug his tongue into the foreskin, on the bottom, digging his tongue against the male's frenelum.
'Come on bro, I gotta piss... I want my turn...'
The mewtwo grinned, his pale purple tongue licking his lips, grabbing the yellow horn in a mental hold, shoving his soft cock into he mouth, nice and deep. 'Soon, little brother...'
So, did you all like it? :D It was a 1 night project, so don't be too harsh c.c; All comments go to [email protected] or just reply where I posted it ? Thanks for reading. And remember! Gabumon rape, the ultimate contradiction.