This isn't CoC2 related, but I did some original writing and I wanted to promote it:
I saw this image by Oro97 and was inspired to write a 5,000 word story in a single sitting about a femboy lizard getting felt up a whole bunch by a big, strong wolfman. You can read the full story for $1 on my Patreon and you can read the first half of the story for free here.
I saw this image by Oro97 and was inspired to write a 5,000 word story in a single sitting about a femboy lizard getting felt up a whole bunch by a big, strong wolfman. You can read the full story for $1 on my Patreon and you can read the first half of the story for free here.
Suddenly, Bolla's hand comes down and smack Ijax's ass, square on the left cheek. A quick, powerful action, the clap of his hand on Ijax's butt reverberating through the forest and bouncing off the trees. Bolla thought, and meant, nothing by it: it was something that the men - or, the boys - in Ijax's team did to boost camaraderie. It was meant to be an empty gesture...
... But just as Bolla's hand met Ijax's ass, Ijax froze. He'd been slapped on the ass before, and he usually responded with far less 'camaraderie' than the slapper. He had the respect of his men, but they knew not to overstep their boundaries with him. He had to put up with the mocking and the manhandling all his life, and now, he was in charge.
But... this was different. Something about Bolla and his grip. Something about his size. Something about the way his palm and his fingers landed on his butt. He froze, his tail going erect behind himself - with his dick not so far behind.
"Ooh, damn," Bolla says with a laugh, groping Ijax's ass once before letting go. "It feels just as good as it looks!"
Ijax maintained his stride, his gait not breaking even a little bit. His discipline was on full display, although... a part of him - a big part of him - wanted to berate Bolla. He was in charge. That's not how he's meant to treat his superiors. He had half a mind to wrangle the wolfman by the neck with his tail and choke the life out of him until he apologized. He didn't want to rule his squadron with fear, but there were lines and boundaries that simply must not be crossed.
But... a smaller, lighter, quieter part of him said to be quiet. Bolla was new. He didn't know. They get along well in the field. He's big and strong. He gets one. It wasn't so bad, anyway.
The quieter voice won out.
"I just," Bolla says again, "wanted to, you know..." He pauses again, trying to muster his courage. If ever there was a bad time to lose his nerve, it's when he's sitting on his leader's legs, pinning them down. "Uh... give you a massage. What happened today was... tense. And you performed like a leader ought to. I figured that... maybe you could use a little bit of... pampering?"
Ijax's breath held in his lungs. His lizard tail swished back and forth, agitated... but he didn't strike Bolla with it. He very easily could have. Just adjust the angle a bit and whack Bolla across the face with twenty pounds of lizard limb. And he could make sure that it left a mark, too.
Bolla wasn't slick. He wasn't being coy. He just wanted to grab Ijax's ass again, but this time, he was asking for permission. He wanted to get both of this big, strong, firm hands on Ijax's ass and start kneading them like bread. He wanted to treat Ijax's body like something that belonged to him. Ijax should be outraged. He should have kicked Bolla out of the squad the first time he slapped his ass a week ago. He should shove his tail straight down Bolla's throat until he choked and passed out.
"Proceed," Ijax said instead.