This was not how sex usually went for The Batter. People who got a look at his equipment usually wanted to try it out, and- well, he generally ended up topping, for one reason or another.
But the creature he’d ended up propositioning tonight had made a very inviting offer, enough that he’d decided to give it a try, and he was not regretting his decision.
The position he’d taken was one he usually saw others in, but it earned him an appreciative growl and a long, slow lick up the full length of his spine, his partner panting against the scruff of his neck as he was mounted. And the frustratingly long foreplay suddenly made much more sense as he felt the tips of his partner’s twin shafts press against him, but the first careful thrust had slid easily, and-
At first, he’d been snarling every few thrusts, a wordless challenge to the lanky thing holding him down. Was there even enough power in those skinny hips to give him what he wanted here? But, well-
Turned out it wasn’t a question of core strength so much as leg strength. Which his partner had in abundance.
Which explained what he was doing here, bent over a desk, panting softly as he was railed by something with seven eyes, four arms, and a wonderfully long tongue- and enough flexibility to put said tongue against the small of his back while fucking him. Not what he was used to, but Hell yes. The Batter’s clawed hands tightened around the opposite edge of the deck and he hissed up at his partner, pushing back hard against Gravescratch, and stifled a moan as he was pushed back down. There were probably going to be bruises across the fronts of his thighs after this, but it was worth it.
A long tongue with a split tip ran up his back, then sharp teeth nipped at the back of his neck and his partner snarled down at him, panting hot air against the scruff of his neck. Four sets of claws dug into his skin from two hands wrapped around his ribcage and two locked onto his hips, and a particularly hard thrust drew a shaky growl of pleasure from him, plus an attempt to push himself back into his partner again.
A low, breathy chuckle hit his ears, and the jaws on the back of his neck released long enough for their owner to purr “not so cocky now, hmm?” down at him, grinding firmly into him and hitting some very nice spots. And he really didn’t have the coherence to answer that- but he tried anyway, opening his mouth to respond, and just… got stuck. Mouth hanging open, tongue lolling, fangs bared in the closest thing he could manage to defiance. The effect was entirely outweighed by the sounds he kept making, though, growls that were more like moans every time Gravescratch hit a good spot. Which was often, given how fast he was thrusting, and he was not going to last long if this pace was kept up. Not that he minded.
A pause gave The Batter enough time to push himself up a bit and glance over his shoulder, watching in confusion as his partner contorted to place one clawed foot against his hip. That shifted the lanky thing’s twin shafts rather nicely inside him, but the positioning was a bit odd, so what-
And then Gravescratch started thrusting again, hard, trading speed for power at an angle that was very strange but felt-
–oh-
All four of his eyes opened very, very wide, and The Batter’s back arched in pleasure, a shaky cry escaping him, then he shuddered and hissed softly as clawed hands cupped his face. His partner’s friend. Presumptuous. But the odd white eyes were nice, the cocky grin was promising, and it was very hard to feel even slightly indignant with two very nice dicks stuffed up his ass.
Especially not as Gravescratch shifted his hips and hit the perfect spot, drawing a cry of pleasure from him, and all four sets of claws dragged against his skin-
The Batter came undone with an unearthly shriek, lanky frame shuddering, claws putting long gouges in the wood of the desk.
Gravescratch held on for just a few moments longer, for one,, two, three thrusts, then bit down on the back of The Batter’s neck and came, keening quietly in pleasure as the two small knots at the bases of his shafts expanded. Not enough to be a considerable additional stretch, but enough to hold him in place as long as he made no real effort to pull out.
Blackspark grinned at the shocked-slash-pleased look on The Batter’s face, then purred gently, one hand sliding back to ease Gravescratch’s teeth off their handsome find’s neck. “Oh, look at you…” he murmured, taking in The Batter’s expression, and not even pretending not to be turned on by that particular face. Eyes wide and rolled back slightly, mouth open slightly, tonguetip lolling out, too blissful to be cocky any more. Perfect picture. “You like those knots, hm? Good way t’ stretch you out a li’l bit more. An’ you’re gonna need it, ‘cos I’m getting’ my turn wi’ you soon as he can pull out, an’… hm. What d’you think? S’pose you can take th’ both of us a’ once?”
…how was he supposed to respond to that?
The Batter blinked a couple of times, shifting slightly and pulling his claws out of the desk, and found his answer as he felt Gravescratch shift in him.
Teeth clicking together as he shut his mouth, The Batter took a deep breath and pushed himself up off the desk with both hands, getting his face as close to Blackspark’s as he could with Gravescratch still buried in his ass.
out of every universe there is i had to live in the one without magic and superpowers
yea but this one has dippin dots
sciencey things that are wild about this universe
– our life sustenance falls from the sky? and floats when cold??? making it this magical perfect substance????
– dude do you KNOW how rare multicellular life is like earth went on FOREVER with single celled guys and one day a mitochondria took residence in one and neither of them died and it got symbiotic. that shits RARE my guy, scientists think it only happened ONCE. EVER. the odds were huge and yet here we aren’t, it was such a great move the whole earth is covered in multicellular organisms now. we’re miracle babies, every last one of us
– also? u talking superpowers? are you aware of how superpowery you are?? your teeth and jaw are strong enough to crack your own jaw but your nerves are so sensitive it doesn’t get close. your brain works a million miles a minute to take in and store information and you don’t even realize, as it seems effortless. you have this thing called blindsight, where your brain sends the optical image to the alarm center of your brain before it sends it to the image processing center, which basically means if something’s hurtling towards you you can react Before you even know what you’re seeing. WILD. (its called blindsight bc it allows some blind people to “see” btw. but its EVERYONE its so crazy). also what the fuck is smell??? ya got this organ that takes in air, processes it, and you can basically differentiate the minute compounds of the molecules in the air and tell whats In It, often between like an atom’s difference. we heal ourselves when injured, we carefully balance thousands of motions and actions to keep ourselves balanced, aware, and alive, we can communicate to each other using facial positions (and LET’S not even talk about LANGUAGE) and we’re the culmination of thousands of tiny bacteria guys. AND we can make a new one in less than a year. AND we can properly feed it with a ridiculous recipe that scientists still don’t know all the ingredients. DUDE. we’re fucking WILD.
i got a bit carried away but the point is there’s tons of super stuff, including dipping dots, we just don’t notice it bc we’re used to it. could have made another point about the internet and how were living in the future bc HOLY JESUS but
“oh hey,” she said, “it’s a really touristy area, but since you’re gonna be passing through anyway, you might as well stop by pier 29, see the dragons. also, there’s a—”
“hold on,” i said. “i knew your city had mountains, but. dragons? uh, actual living dragons?”
“dude, it’s not a big deal. they’re there all the time. of course they’re majestic and everything, but they’re loud and cranky and mostly they lie around eating garbage. now and then the city council will talk about trying to make them roost somewhere else, but—”
“dragons,” i repeated. i knew it was making me sound like a rube, but it was a lot to take in. “you live in a city that has dragons.”
“no, it’s cool, we used to go see them when i was a little kid. it’s worth doing. but that whole area is mostly dragon-themed gift shops, and the commercialization is kind of a bummer. also, sometimes a dragon will melt somebody’s car and it’s a whole problem.”
“honestly, i forget other cities don’t have them?” she said. “there’s a few other sites on the west coast where they gather. portland calls them wyverns, but that’s a portland thing.”
“chicago’s got, like, bunnies and songbirds,” i told her, “but otherwise it’s just your typical vermin. pigeons, rats, sphinxes—”
“sphinxes? what the hell.”
“oh, yeah, they nest in the el tunnels. sometimes a fucking sphinx will flap down out of nowhere, bring the whole train to a halt until the front car answers a riddle.”
“that sounds exciting,” she said.
“it’s the worst. your train winds up being twenty minutes late, and you just have to hang out hoping somebody up there read their mythology. there’s supposed to be a program where the conductors get trained in riddling, but i don’t know. rahm emmanuel keeps saying it’s not a budget priority.”
“huh,” she said. “guess the grass is always greener and all that. but on some level, it’s nice to remember that even with all these big box stores, the country still has some variety left in it.”
“yeah, did you know that in rhode island they call water fountains ‘bubblers’?” i said.
“whoa, seriously?”
“i read it somewhere. crazy, right?”
“crazy.”
i am here for urbanized mythological creatures
Switzerland has a lot of dragons, but dragons have long since moved on from collecting gold. There’s a purply-scaley one that roosts behind the Mad Mex that refuses to stop hoarding signposts. The city uses banners for the main roads and sells a lot of maps.
Golems love cities–with their stone buildings and sidewalks. There are strict laws about what one is allowed to say to them, because golems tend to be rather literal and very obedient. There’s always one kid who thinks he knows better. He doesn’t.
OH MY GOD THE CHICAGO SPHINXES, DON’T GET ME STARTED. Here’s the thing. When you buy your Ventra card at the machine – which is another one of Rahm’s scams, leasing that out to a private company, wtf was he thinking – it’s supposed to have the answer to the riddle on it, right? The sphinx is supposed to scan the bar code and let the train through.
that never fucking happens. Especially on the Blue Line which is down for maintenance all the time and constantly switching tracks and running shuttles, which means half the time you’ve got a sphinx that came over from the fucking Orange Line or some shit and is full of riddles that only the Irish mooks from Bridgeport understand. Or it’s in Polish only. Or it’s got a glitch that makes it stutter and if you interrupt it, it’ll get snippy and bite your head off. LITERALLY. They hush it up but it happens. Businesses lose millions from sphinx-related tardiness every year.
And then there’s a case back in ‘96 when it was proven after the fact that the “wrong” answer the Red Line Sphinx got was actually A PERFECTLY ACCEPTABLE REGIONAL VARIATION but by then, the Sphinx had already eaten half a car full of drunken Cubs fans. I know, not much of value was lost there, BUT STILL.
You think SPHINXES are bad? Detroit has imps, thousands of them, and you know what they love? Buses. You know the major form of public transit in Detroit is? BUSES. So the drivers have to literally shoo away imps at every fucking stop, making them 30 minutes late, an HOUR late, and it’s not like there’s anything you can DO, because they’re all leftover from when the car companies were big, and ALL OF THOSE FUCKERS CLOSED.
So of course there were hundreds of orphaned imps, and they kept SAYING they were going to reopen the factories, or at least get some good junkyards, but nooooooooo, they never did, so the imps just bred and bred, and now they’re all over every bus and it’s not like you can ever count on getting anywhere on time and long story short, I’d take a sphinx over imps ANY day.
yeah as someone who did high school and college in michigan and now lives in chicago, i have to say that as far as the age-old sphinxes vs imps debate goes, they’re both terrible in different ways. the imps are way more common and they probably have a wider total reach, and oh my god nothing like trying to board a bus already covered in those little suckers when said bus is already forty minutes late—
(sidenote: ugh people from bloomfield hills saying stuff like “well if i lived in detroit, i’d have the sense to carry around a nice heavy club or walking stick—” yeah dude good luck with your walking stick against two dozen imps)
but the sphinxes. let’s not, uh, sugar coat this: the sphinxes don’t just slow commuters, they kill people. and yes, if you know the riddle, you’re fine. but what if someone else offers their answer first? what if you get some overly cocky freshman philosophy major who takes it upon himself to answer for the whole car?
i think in the back of our minds, all chicagoans know that rahm emmanuel’s administration isn’t gonna lift a finger until one of the sphinxes goes after a wealthy tourist and it makes national news. and even then, we’ll get, like, flashy riddle-solving software installed in all the red line trains, and maybe the brown line, but no way is it gonna cover the whole infrastructure.
basically if you ever need to take the green line or the pink line, you wanna start studying your classical mythology and folklore fucking yesterday.
@copperbadge do puns work on Sphinxes as well as riddles?
You bet your sphinxter they do.
(Sphinxes hate that one but they’re obliged to honor it.)
I heard they sometimes get bad Selkie problems in Monterey Bay…
It was so weird moving to the South and then to the Midwest after growing up in New England because apparently everywhere else unicorns are a big joke to people? I get it, New Hampshire has the lowest teenage pregnancy rate because we’re all a bunch of virgins, ha ha like I’ve never heard THAT one before, but seriously, you try growing perennials when every year the goddamn unicorn herd comes through and eats all your bulbs. MY BACK YARD IS NOT YOUR PERSONAL TULIP BUFFET, LIGHTFOOT.
The Bunyips have a fondness for the sewers. Which is really something when you’re down at Bondi for an early-morning dip and find that the damn beach is closed because another Bunyip has gone for a swim in the sewerage outlet and then waded back in to shore. Oh, sure, the outlets are supposed to be distant enough that the effluent doesn’t come back to shore, but the damned council who proposed it didn’t think about what was going to happen to all those Bunyips who were missing the swamps that got drained when they built Kingsford Smith Airport in Botany Bay. Sure, a population of nearly 10,000 bunyips is going to make do with a couple of waterways that mostly reek of industrial waste. Not. BRILLIANT TOWN PLANNING, Sydney Council. FUCKING BRILLIANT.
On the other hand, for something really spine-crawling, I suggest you look up “Rio Tinto Mining vs. The Quinkins (Imjim). Cape York, 1985.” That was a clusterfuck and a half – the extra half-clusterfuck got added when they tried to bring the military in to ‘solve the problem’. Fourteen of the children have never been recovered, the roads up into the property are impassable, and the closest you can get is within five klicks by air, land, or sea before all the instrumentation goes haywire. The last chopper to try a landing got a mayday out before readings said it plummeted like a stone.
Also, have you seen the sheer idiocy of a government trying to prosecute local spirits who aren’t going to turn up in court for one and wouldn’t recognise your white man’s law even if they did? Not one of the better periods of Australian government.
I suppose Baltimore has it easy, somewhat? Maybe? Cause the people who get in trouble the most with the mermaids are well, tourists. And there’s SIGNS up. All over. Heck, there’s signs in BRAILLE!
But of course you’ll get the drunk, handsy college boys going down to the Inner Harbour cause some older one wants to initiate a freshman, and some freshman thinks it’ll be cheaper than a strip club to see ‘free’ bare boobs.
It’s like none of them read anything to know that above those boobs, behind those lips are a whole bunch of sharp pointed teeth the better to eat them with.
But mostly it’s the tourists who do read the signs, and don’t go hanging over into the water, or trailing fingers from the water-taxi into the water; But who refuse to wear proper sanctioned ear plugs. Some of them just bring their own which aren’t strong enough to block out the sirens. But others just…. don’t believe for some reason?
I don’t know. But it’s in the news a lot when it happens and some tourists will inevitably say they didn’t think the earplugs were important, cause mermaids are beautiful and nice.
Disney has a lot to make up for – not that it’ll ever do it. But. A lot.
And then there’s the other thing. All the jokes about how they ‘thought the city with mermaids would be Seattle’, nudgenudge, wink wink.
And someone has to smack them down with; how many lost women tossed overboard by the slave trade did Seattle get drifting into their harbours in the under-currents? If there’s no proper bodies for mermaids to lay their eggs, there’s no mermaids.
I used to live in Canton, and there’s lovely apartments there. It’s just a touch expensive for the soundproof glass, y’know? But still, early Saturday morning, watching the mermaids float and sun themselves can actually be pretty, if you’re three stories up, a hundred or more yards from the water and with good soundproofing; all the brown and bronze and I saw a red tail once. She was gorgeous, dark skin, red tail, upper body all muscled like a dancer.
so having grown up in pennsylvania and north carolina, i thought i was prepared when i moved to florida for school last year. “after all,” i thought, “how different can a skunk ape really be from a bigfoot?”
well, i still don’t know the answer to that question, because it turns out florida is a really big state, and the particular area i moved to hasn’t seen a skunk ape in over twenty years (though, thanks to breeding programs and conservation efforts, i hear they’re thriving elsewhere).
what i have encountered is basilisks.
they are everywhere in central florida, apparently, and nobody even thought to mention them to me before i moved.
“i’m sorry,” my floridian roommate apologized a few weeks into our cohabitation. “they’re just such a standard part of the background for me. they don’t seem worth freaking out over, to be honest.”
now, i was freaking out, but it turns out the greater basilisks we all know and fear from legends, campfire stories, and the occasional sensationalistic news report only live deep in the swamps. they rarely bother humans. the slithery little guys i’d been seeing out of the corner of my eye on my morning walks– vivid red or gold scales, about the size of a pigeon– are comparatively harmless. yes, if you make direct eye contact with one, it causes an unpleasant pins-and-needles sensation in your arms and legs that can last all day, plus a transient feeling of dizziness and nausea. but it’s not going to paralyze you, let alone turn you to stone. and it’s pretty hard to accidentally make eye contact with a lesser basilisk, anyway. they aren’t confrontational animals; they’ll only try to meet your gaze and stare if they think you’re attacking them or something. (i do worry a little about my second roommate’s dog– she’s been zapped a couple times trying to chase and catch the poor things and, well, she’s a dog, they don’t learn from that kind of experience.)
anyway, turns out most people around here kinda like the lesser basilisks. unlike their large and lethal cousins, they’re mainly insectivores, and they love to eat mosquitoes and roaches. good for pest control!
Ah yeah I’ve heard y’all have problems with basilisk on your side of the state! Hope your roommate’s dog can be kept away from them.
I know the skunk ape population has been on the rise again especially in the national forest in the middle of the state. Who knows, they might migrate back into your area soon!
But as for my area we’ve been having real trouble with the sea serpents lately. They hang around the waterways and rivers during breeding season.
Not that they themselves are the problem I think it’s more people not respecting their habitat. It’s at least once a year some jackass is speeding with a boat in a no wake zone and they’ll cut up their backs pretty bad, even with all the scales. It’s a real shame, especially the juveniles. There’s programs to rescue and rehabilitate them here but it’s hard to get every one, and that’s just the ones that get spotted.
Though I gotta say I’m proud of the legislation we have protecting their nests. People get arrested if they disturb them and we gotta cover the lights on the beach during the hatching season so they can wriggle down to the ocean okay.
All the tourists around here are scared of them and I gotta admit we do have a high attack frequency. My sister’s friend has a friend who got bit by one last year. But I still think it’s cause there’s more tourists in the oceans and the poor things mistaking them for fish or a shark or something. They’re predators and they’re hungry but they’re not man eaters or anything. And they sure are pretty if you catch a glimpse of them, their scales are mostly blues and greens but they’re also always a little iridescent! All those documentaries pretending they’re stone cold killers make me sad
oh, i know! it’s like that shark week baloney– even the discovery channel likes to pretend they’re these vicious, unstoppably bloodthirsty things, like the Terminators of the natural world or something. sure, i guess that makes some people more interested in them, but it also makes a lot of people way more scared of sea monsters than they need to be. most attacks on humans aren’t even fatal, if i’m remembering the statistics right.
mermaids are actually way more dangerous than sea monsters– as someone mentioned upthread– but are there 6-volume cult classic horror movie franchises about killer mermaids with a taste for human flesh? pretty sure there aren’t! (i’m talking about those Behemoth From Butcher’s Bay flicks from the 80s and 90s, of course. i mean, they’re pretty entertaining! but they’re also not what you would call scientifically accurate. at all.)
yeah, i get worked up about this stuff, sorry. where i’m from, bigfoots get a similar bad rap– and they aren’t even predators! there have been all of four confirmed bigfoot attack deaths in the state of pennsylvania, ever, out of like nine attacks total, and all of them involved someone hunting or otherwise antagonizing the bigfoot. well, except for one that might have had rabies, back like a hundred years ago. i think people are just creeped out because, well, they are big– and they kinda look human? like, they’re too close to the uncanny valley to be charismatic megafauna. or whatever.
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