12th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 2nd (+9th) Fill

McCree/76/Reaper – Continuation of this – werewolves!Jesse and Gabriel; transman 76; use of the word cunt (and also dick); PIV; overstimulation; sloppy seconds; mention of watersports; oral

jumbo fill for those two prompts

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When Jesse finally pulls out, it is accompanied by a punched-out grunt from the Soldier and a deluge of watery cum that is being pushed out of his inflamed feeling hole. It seems like an obscene amount is dribbling back out of his stretched-out cunt, sliding down and warming his cock that is still painfully stiff and needy despite him having come on Jesse’s cock with a deep, aching orgasm centered right where the werewolf’s long cock had lodged inside his guts.

Jack lets his head hang, panting, tongue near lolling as he lets himself slide down onto his hands and knees. Both wolves were too big to comfortably mount him while kneeling down, but also too heavy for him to properly carry when forced onto the balls of his feet.

Getting fucked by Jesse and Reyes during their transformation is always a push and pull between utter addiction and bone-deep exhaustion.

He feels tacky, and only part of it is from sweat. He has to reek from Gabriel’s piss, but he can’t even smell it anymore. He glances towards the doors of the safe room, but everything is blurry and it is difficult to concentrate on much besides the way his cunt tries to contract again when it has been stretched out on Jesse’s fat doggy knot and will remain so for a considerable while yet.

He is suitably sure that the doors should be sufficient in blocking out the thick stench of dog, sex, and… piss.

He hopes so, at least.

A warm, silky tongue against his cheek, jerks him out of his muddled thoughts. He groans and tries to turn his head away, but Jesse is insistent, nudging his way in and searching for it until Jack has to capitulate with a broken whine, mouth half open and tongue lolling as he lets himself get kissed by an amorous werewolf. Jesse’s tongue is warm and soft and filling his mouth deep enough to make him choke on it. The wolf doesn’t care about him drooling, and he’s suitably sure the man wouldn’t care either. Jesse does not care about a lot of things as long as he gets to put his big dick into a warm, willing hole and can snuggle up to whoever he is humping.

Jesse is licking into his mouth again, deep and intrusive, when he jerks from a second tongue at his aching, fucked-out cunt. He’s forgotten about Gabriel. The werewolf has taken up Jesse’s place and sniffed interestedly at the warm, messy space still dripping with Jesse’s cum before deciding to have a taste of it.

Jack whines, blearily staring into nothingness as big, warm wolf tongues fill him from front and back, his cock getting bathed and occasionally gently cradled in the soft canine tongue as Gabriel seemingly tries to lick all the cum out of him that has been deposited in his aching guts by Jesse’s deep, enthusiastic humping.

When Jesse finally lets him be, Jack feels… wrecked. His biceps are shaking miserably, body already on the verge of collapse even though the night is still young and he’s only had Jesse so far.

For a second he wonders – hopes – in his muddled thoughts that Gabriel might not want to mount up; that he does not appreciate the sloppy seconds that Jesse has left for him…

But then a warm, furry weight descends on his back, and shatters the illusion. Gabriel is just as massive as Jesse is, but he is more willing to accommodate Jack’s fatigue, so when Jack tries and fails to make his trembling muscles work and push his ass up for a new breeding, Gabriel nips at the back of his neck and presses down until his arms slide out from under him and he has to lie his head on the floor with a quiet wheeze.

Gabriel’s cock is hot and wet whenever it hits the backs of his thighs. It leaves wet dabs on his skin, and whenever it comes close to Jack’s cunt, he flinches automatically away; he feels raw and swollen, like Gabriel will never be able to fit that monster cock into him, but every now and again their cocks touch and he can feel the electricity from having Gabriel’s overly hot wolf cock slap against his own swollen dick into the very tips of his toes.

Then finally, Gabriel’s cock catches at the aching rim of his hole, and he pushes in deep with one rushed thrust, obviously chasing it before Jack can curl his hips away again. Jack throws his head back on a rough scream, nerve endings alight as his insides squeeze down on Gabriel’s wolf cock. His walls are so swollen Gabriel feels twice as thick as usual as he makes place inside Jack’s warm guts.

With his head up, he also sees that Jesse has laid himself down in front of him, easily rolled onto his side to present his red, wet cock as he lifts his hind leg, his big eyes managing to look both begging and *expecting*.

Jack, reeking of wolf piss and being rocked on another fat cock as Gabriel dicks him with surprisingly patient movements, can’t even dredge up the inspiration to put up a fight. He sighs and lowers his head between Jesse’s hind legs, thinking somewhere in the back of his head how nice it had been of Jesse to come close enough that Jack does not have to move much to suck his own juices off the big warm canine cock.

Jesse tastes salty and musky, pre-cum still dribbling – or dribbling *again* – from the tapered tip as Jack slowly laps down towards the furry sheathe. He would like to pop the tender looking knot into his mouth; just a nice little cherry size now, but before he can get there, it has slipped back into the warm enclosure of Jesse’s sheathe, and Jack can’t muster up the coordination needed to reach for it with a hand.

Gabriel on his back is fucking with awkward tilting motions that are probably owed to him having to bend down to dick Jack, but he is diligently at it all the same.

They might look ferocious, and their thought processes might not be all that logical all the time – neither are Jack’s at the moment, come to think of it – but they are a lot more intelligent than people would give them credit for.

Gabriel, for example, is dragging his warm tongue along Jack’s broad shoulders whenever he can feel his insides tense and tremble, clenching down all of a sudden when the sleek canine cock hits a particularly sore spot that Jesse had worked over already.

They are as nice about the whole thing as can be, Jack supposes, deliriously lapping at Jesse’s dick. He tries to suck him off eventually, but all he manages is to offer up his loose mouth as a warm hole, liberally drooling as Jesse awkwardly humps against the inside of his cheek, whining pitifully because he is a lazy bastard.

Jack’s thighs feel raw, his cock so swollen it *hurts*. His body starts fucking awkwardly, humping a bit as if trying to drive into a nicely cushioned hole himself, but the fact that there is no friction whatsoever besides the insistent mind-numbing pressure caused by Gabriel’s dick is making him surprisingly whiney.

He always gets like that when he’s out of it. It is embarrassing; humiliating, even, but he can’t help his usually deep, rough voice to become all simpering and high, his cunt *aching* and his ass and cock too neglected.

Every now and then, Jesse manages to awkwardly hump deep enough to make him gag with wet, clicking glottal sounds that seem to excite the big, young wolf because every time it happens, it is followed by a mouth full of watery dog cum that dribbles out of the side of Jack’s lax mouth.

Damn, but he’s a mess. Every time he thinks he has his shit together, but they always prove him wrong within *minutes*.

Everything seems hot and swollen, and a delicious kind of panic from being constantly filled on both ends makes him a bit light headed and trembling.

When Gabriel hops off of him, he doesn’t even realize it until cold air washes across his back. He is confused; suitably sure that Gabriel hasn’t knotted and pumped him full yet, but then again he’s so fucked out that he’s taken to putting his head on Jesse’s warm, furry belly and letting him hump against his cheek and temple without doing much.

And then he feels it: Gabriel’s tongue between his legs, studiously licking from his aching, neglected cock up to his asshole where he focuses, trying to push that soft tongue in while Jack feels sloppy and used up, his bladder so full that he dazedly wonders how much his wolves would like it if he just pissed himself right now.

Good old Gabriel. Always looking out for his brother-in-arms. The pup still has a lot to learn how to maintain their willing fucktoy.

11th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 8th Fill

McCree/Soldier76/Reaper – trans man 76; Jesse and Reaper are werewolves; watersports; PIV; use of the word cunt; 300 words – Jesse and Gabriel are allowed to mount Jack but they’re just… so big.

(I tried to fit as much of your prompt into those 300 words. I hope you enjoy it!)

Jesse and Gabriel are as gentle as they can be, but the fact remains that they’re both simply huge when they’re transformed, and their cocks display that fact.

Jack knows they don’t want to make him hurt; that they spend hours licking him with their broad, warm tongues, getting the crack of his ass and the warm gash of his cunt wet with saliva just so everything would slip in smoothly when they finally mount up on the smaller human, but when Jesse knots and swells inside him until he is sure to rip, Jack can’t help the hoarse, throaty whimper.

Gabriel’s head snaps up from where he’s been lying on his side in front of him, watching the proceedings, and as Jesse freezes above him, the other werewolf gets up on all fours. He could walk on his hind legs, of course, but like this he is closer to Jack who so very generously offers up all his holes for them to use; to fuck and pump him full of warm, watery canine cum.

Above him, Jesse becomes nervous, whining and shifting, which only makes the knot tug harder at Jack’s walls, spread so impossibly wide.

He cries out, digging his fingers into the soil, and Gabriel snarls at Jesse until he freezes again. His big cock is flexing inside Jack’s belly, pumping out another wave of cum.

Gabriel slinks around them, then noses behind Jack’s ear, trying to comfort him when all Jack can think about is how Jesse’s dick will stretch him out and leave him so very, very sloppy…

Gabriel gets a weird look in his eyes, head tilting as he noses one last time against Jack’s hot cheek, then he turns and lifts his head. The first splash of hot piss startles Jack bad enough, before he groans, throwing the big black wolf an incredulous, fucked out look.

That’s your way of comfort?!

It works, though, embarrassingly enough; getting Jack warm and comfortable and strangely subby from the whole experience until his inner muscles go slack again from their cramp and everything becomes good once more.

10th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 6th Fill

McHanzo – rape tw; faux beasitality; cow!McCree – Jesse turns the tables on Hanzo and Hanzo is a sick fuck that loves it.

Maybe it is because of Jesse’s gentle, sometimes even downright lazy disposition that Hanzo had not thought much of precautions. Of course he’s heard the tales of farmers getting overpowered by their amorous cattle, but… well.

He’d always fancied himself as being the one who mounts… not the one being pressed down by considerable weight, struggling not to be crushed beneath his cow while Jesse very determinedly fucks against him and gets the backs of his thighs slippery with whatever liquid his cock is so generously producing.

Maybe somewhere in the dull head it had occurred to Jesse that being mounted by his farmer whenever he pleased was not something he desired. Or Hanzo’s incessant rutting into his buttery soft hole had awakened the cow’s lustful side, though he’d never shown as much, preferring to keep munching on whatever’s in front of his nose.

Whatever it had been, it didn’t matter much now; not when Hanzo has to taste his own medicine and be mounted and fucked by his cow without a consideration for his own desires.

As he scrambles at the side of the barn, trying to find some way to place his hands and at least brace himself against Jesse’s heavy weight, it occurs to him, that he is effectively being raped by his own goddamn cow.

And that he is turned on by it to a sickening degree. He is panting already, heavy and wet, his cock straining against the front of his overalls als he whispers – very quiet and not forceful at all – “No.. don’t… you can’t…”

Jesse, of course, does not understand. He is single minded. His cock is hard and he wants a nice warm hole to stick it into, and he thinks this warm hole might just be found between his farmer’s now trembling legs.

Every now and then the silky hot head of Jesse’s long dick is brushing the back of Hanzo’s knee, and he gets nauseous with how much he wants that thing rammed into him.

He wishes the short pants of his overalls were wide enough to just tug them to the side, but as is, they stretch tight around his thick thighs.

So he has to fumble with the fastenings one handed, whispering “wait wait wait…” when Jesse starts becoming impatient and shoves himself farther up his back. Everything is hot and heavy and Hanzo can barely think through the fog in his head.

Finally, his overall slides down more or less. He stands in an awkward half-crouch, overall bunched around mid-thighs, naked safe for the rubber boots he has donned. No underwear, of course, because Hanzo is a dirty cow fucker that likes having access whenever the mood strikes, and his own whorishness makes his cock surge and dribble.

Jesse is still rutting, fucking, trying to find the hole – and when he suddenly finds it, he *pushes*.

Hanzo cries out when the cow tries to force his way into a hole way too small, tears springing up in his eyes.

“No…no…” he whispers half-heartedly, one trembling hand travelling down. Jesse’s next thrust has him collapsing against the side of the barn, cheek mashed into the rough wood. He gets his hand around his dick while he tries to shuffle his legs farther apart. Make more room for the fat cock spreading him open. He can’t make more room, effectively hobbled by his own overall.

Getting raped by his own cow against the side of his barn and loving every second of it. His insides feel painfully hot; like Jesse is fucking fire into his belly.

From behind he can only hear the animalistic grunts of the cow; feel the slobber dripping against the nape of his neck and sliding down between his shoulder blades.

Jesse jerks forward, fucking deeper into Hanzo’s belly, and the farmer sobs, coming in a long, hard spasm that makes his knees almost buckle.

Jesse fucks slow and clumsy. He does not really rut; just pushes himself deeper and deeper, the exertion clear as he pants hot and wet into Hanzo’s ear. Only when he’s stuffed all of his cock into his belly does he groan long and drawn out. Stops all his movements and just lays on Hanzo’s back while his cock seems to do its own thing; flexing and swelling and strangely moving inside Hanzo’s abused guts.

Hanzo’s legs are shaking. Jesse is heavy and makes him bear all of his weight. He sees him as nothing but a warm hole to inseminate, and it shows.

Hanzo wonders blearily whether this will happen again and again from now on. Jesse turning the tables on them and fucking him whenever his mood strikes. Hanzo can feel his cock jerking again in his slippery grip. Copious amounts of fluid are dripping out of his raw, fucked-out hole as he fantasizes about becoming his cow’s little fuck doll.

Making sure he’s wearing clothes that can be shoved aside for easy access…

He is sick, sick, sick, sick. This should not be so hot. This should not make him shoot of a second time already, splattering the dusty ground between his boots with his cum.

He shouldn’t get off so hard on being raped by his cow; but he is.

9th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 8th Fill

Jesse/Roadhog – small sequel to the Fun on the Farm compilation; faux beastiality – Jesse needs to get fucked by the new boar. (300 word fill)

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Jesse would like to say that he has no idea how it could have come to this, but truth be told, he has been angling for this to happen for quite a while now.

He’s weak, honestly. Having to watch – and *listen* – to his pigs getting fucked by the huge wild boar is a torture in and off itself. Their squealing is following him into his dreams and he can’t stop *thinking* about how the hog looks mounting them. Grotesquely huge, pressing them down into the ground with his massive belly and hunching his hips with a lazy sort of quality as his cock drives in deep. They must feel like it is stirring up their insides.

Jesse just couldn’t stop thinking about it. So he might have started bending over more often in the stable. Arching his back. Showing off his ass. Being stupidly, *stupidly* disappointed when the filthy animal doesn’t even glance is way.

Getting more reckless.

To the point of walking into the stable with nothing but his goddamn boots; dick out and swinging and drawing the confused gazes of his pigs and a sleepy but quickly sharpening stare of the boar lounging on his side, massive belly basically spilled out in front of him on the ground. Fat cock resting between his large thighs.

Jesse can feel his cock reacting and all of the animals can see it. His face is flaming. He pretends like nothing is out of the ordinary as he goes along his business. His breath comes in short, excited bursts as he hears the boar struggle to get onto all fours, his snuffling breath loud in the warm little barn…

And that’s how Jesse finds himself getting finally mounted by the beast. He’s prepared himself before, but it is not enough. The boar forces his way in and it *burns* but it is also so so good.

He should not debase himself like this; should not even give an inch of power to the already dominant hog, but he can’t help it. He’s as much a slut for his cock as his pigs are.