Iron Crack contestant ring!

[mikkeneko]

Hello! and welcome to

Iron Smut CRACK! FEAR challenge

the seventh of the Iron Smut FMA events! From the makers of Iron Yaoi, Iron Kink, Iron Threesome, Iron Het, Iron Yuri, and Iron Rare, comes Iron Crack! Unexpectedly, for the first time in Iron Smut history, we break the 4-contestant format.

Our contestants for today will be:
hieronymousb
velvet_mace
brinylon
cryogenia
inugrlrayn

nyrehtak will

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[hieronymousb]

Ed stirred at the thought, and the slight movement caused him to tense around Dante's cock. The former woman sighed indulgently and began to thrust--again, slowly at first, steadily--but quicker with every few seconds. Tight. He was so incredibly tight, in the way that only a virgin could be, and Dante had forgotten how fucking wonderful it felt to fuck a guy as a guy. So empowering. Tan stained with dark red blood. Perfection. He suppressed a moan, not wishing to give in to sounding pleasured so soon in the game. Ed didn't need to hear that. This was about Dante--all about his power. He hated men, despised them, but it was worth taking this form with its ugly phallus if it meant shoving Ed's nose into the ground and fucking him senseless.

"And I'll have you in it," he assured, thrusting faster, reaching a hand down to caress his own face and chest and thighs. The gag probably wasn't working too well; the brat had good teeth, but even so, he wasn't saying much of anything. He knew better. Knew that this could be dragged out for longer. And Dante took in every pleasure in looking into the full length mirror in front of them, admiring Mustang's handsome visage and his sculpted body, even as his movements became frantic. Too frantic. Too fucking soon. But fuck! The kid was so damned exquisite; Greed would have said the same thing, or Envy, but none of them were having him now. Just Dante. Only Dante!

The sense of power caused him to go more quickly, edging on frantic. The blood from the earlier treatment of the boy's ass hadn't yet cooled; if anything, the whole damned thing was too hot from all the friction of being fucked. Dante leaned all the way over and grinned, catching the sharp reflection in the shadowed mirror before running a tongue along Ed's ear. "Mine," he whispered. "The treasured son of Hohenheim."

[hieronymousb]

No matter the pain he was in, or perhaps because of it, Ed's cock had finally stirred and grown to a near full erection in Dante's hand. He jerked harder, not caring if the boy came or not. There followed something that was like a gasp, like a whine, but more akin to a whimper than either. "Enjoying it? I hope so, because we have eternity together, Edward."

He ignored the fact that he would eventually rot, because it'd be Ed's body he'd have next, and Ed's tawny flesh would be turning grey and brown and dark green. The thought wasn't appetizing, but it would be the final revenge against the man who had made Dante feel so inferior in the past. She didn't tolerate that. No one made her feel inferior.

The pressure grew, surging and tight. It wasn't just the physical; Edward was amazing, virginal and prone to clenching up at the smallest motions, but the mental aspect was so much more intense. He was fucking over the progeny of his hated enemy, the golden child from out of that bitch's cunt, and in so doing, he was fucking over Hohenheim. Within about another minute, Dante felt the flutter in his belly that indicated he was about to come. Male or female, it was always the same.

"Forever, son of Hohenheim, we're one, you and I," he said--purring the words, and then orgasm followed. It was the same in men as in women, mostly, a tensing of the muscles, a scream of ecstasy as white noise washed over the nerves, panting and moaning and a feeling that was like pain and pleasure all in one. He came hard to visions of the future, of riding the kid until he'd had his fill and then taking the bruised body and fucking Alphonse in it. Both of Hohenheim's sons...at once.

Edward was unresponsive, but when Dante looked over and inspected his face, he saw that no tears sparkled on the cheeks. Golden hair fell everywhere, and the air smelled salty like sweat and semen, with an iron metallic tang of spilled blood. Not the best orgasm Dante'd ever had, but there'd be time for plenty of others. He waited for his cock to fully soften, then slid from the boy with a soft sigh, ignoring the slight wet sound. Really, he'd used too much lubricant. Too much blood. He'd need to show better moderation next time.

[hieronymousb]

Given that Ed had finally gotten fully hard thanks to Dante's ministrations, he figured that since the boy had cooperated with his little game, he might be merciful and allow him to have an orgasm, too.

"Think of your Colonel," Dante said, shoving the man's face into Edward's so that he wouldn't be unable to think of him. Golden eyes were still defiant, but wide, and faintly, there did seem to be a glimmer to them. "Or think of fucking your brother. Or..."

He jerked harder, rubbing his palm along the boy's cock, alternating between teasingly soft and viciously rough, as if he were touching him with a feather and then burning him with a rope's caress. "...think of fucking them both at once," he whispered at length, drawing the final word out just as a thumbnail brushed along the moist tip of the erection, and apparently that--that final crescendo--was all it took to send the boy right over the edge of the precipice.

He made an indistinguishable sound, a cry that wanted to be a scream but was too muffled by the gag to have much of an effect as such. Dante watched every muscle on the young body tense and spasm as he, to his own shame and disgust, climaxed against his enemy's hand, spilling white and hot onto the fingers which had once belonged to a man who had wanted to befriend him. Dante watched, indulging in the sight, lapping up the regret and the grief as a dog would lap at its owner's hand--although he noted, amused, that this metaphor would be better reserved for Edward, not himself.

"So that's what it takes, then? Both your brother and--" He tapped his own face. "I'll remember that. We're going to have a great deal of fun until this form of mine starts to wither, son of Hohenheim."

So saying, he cleaned himself off, dragged the boy to the wall, chained him up securely--fastening both remaining limbs down--and left him to suffer in his own sweat, come, blood, and sorrow. Edward would speak to him, eventually. Any good dog would, and despite his obstinacy, the child could be trained. Any man could be trained. It was all about knowing how.

[hieronymousb]

As weeks passed, Amestris's new leader saw to it that the boy's body was altered into a form that he found more appealing for fucking. An ass as well and good, but Dante knew that if he used Edward too much and too harshly, then it would loosen to a degree that would be uncomfortable for the both of them. So with a little alchemy--or actually a lot of alchemy and a good deal of science--Hohenheim's perfect son soon got transmuted into a very perfect daughter.

Dante adored Ed's new cunt. Licking it. Sucking and nibbling the clitoris. Pushing in his fingers. Making the boy hiss and scream and kick at him. He returned his limbs, but broke them so that the kid wouldn't be able to really do anything with them. It was hard to think of Ed as a her, and she still had the attitude of a teenage male...but at least she smelled considerably better now.

Edward snarled when Dante held her down--just as so many men over the years had held Dante herself down--or when Dante found new ways to restrain the girl, new positions to tie her up in.

"I wouldn't be so sure that you've won yet..." Edward said at her bolder times, and she even smirked... How laughable! As though Dante would really fall for such idle and implied threats. Dante had never considered himself obsessed with sex, though some of his husbands had thought otherwise. But now he couldn't seem to get enough of making this one squirm, grow red in the face, come, gasp, and scream. Again and again he toyed with the folds, lapped at the fluid which spilled from between Ed's thighs, fucked her raw until she moaned and shivered like a wanton little slut. With his mouth, with his hands, with his cock, with his words and his power, Dante had Hohenheim's son in every manner conceivable--mind, body, and soul.

[hieronymousb]

One day, he came to the girl, giving cursory glances to the bruised arms, noting the way that dark spots flowered up and down the tanned skin. Ed never looked at him anymore. Never spoke. Not when she was fucked, beaten, slapped, or lashed. Dante figured it was time to do something more drastic. So today when he came to pay a visit to Hohenheim's eldest son--or, rather, daughter--he brought along the youngest child as a spectator of sorts.

Well, actually, a participant.

"Two brothers reunited," Dante chimed happily, ignoring the rot that had begun to gnaw at this newest form. "How beautiful it is. What do you think of your new sister, Alphonse?"

The boy said nothing.

With a girlish giggle somewhat unbecoming for Roy Mustang's body, Dante strode over to the bed upon which Ed was now trussed up and lightly ran a fingertip along her breasts, letting her hands descend and pausing to stroke the nipples to hardness. A shiver corkscrewed down his spine; his cock twitched eagerly as desire for that warm, wet cunt rose in him.

"Nothing to say? Aw. I'm hurt. I had the best alchemists in the State at work on this one. I think it is some of the finest human transmutation work done to date...and you've nothing to say? Tsk. I had expected more courtesy out of you, Alphonse. Well, if you don't want to take her, then I'll do the honours myself."

Lest the younger Elric doubt his words, Dante began removing his clothing. The pants had already grown far too constricting; his cock had already gotten almost completely erect. He hadn't expected Alphonse to be so silent. That was very unusual. He didn't think much of it, though. Surely this was a surprising sight--his brother with breasts a vagina. Well, he would get over his initial shock soon enough, Dante reasoned.

"Wait!" Alphonse called suddenly.

[hieronymousb]

Dante looked up, blinking. Wait? Someone was telling him (her) to wait? Hadn't the child figured out by now that Amestris's new fuhrer did as he saw fit and waited for no one but himself? He resisted the urge to scowl at this offense.

"Take me instead," the younger boy offered.

That was certainly not a surprise. This was exactly what Dante had wanted.

At once, Edward was lively again--as lively as she had been before the torture, the rapes, the bindings and the abuse. "No, Al!" she yelled, sitting upright and struggling against her restraints. "No, no, no! He doesn't mean it! Shut up, Al!" The girl was growing panicked. Dante had not seen such emotion from her in weeks. "Just shut up, all right? Don't ...don't..."

Dante smiled. So the plan had worked. The younger Elric had brought life back to the elder, just as once the elder had done the same for him. "So this is what it takes to get your attention, is it, Edward? Well, I'm glad I've figured this out." He stepped forward. "I wonder...what would you think if I touched your brother in front of you, we with the faces you have loved so much?"

Ed, to his surprise, said nothing. Perhaps she knew all was lost.

Dante stepped close to Al, then extended a hand to touch his face. A look of fear and trepidation crossed his eyes. Clearly, he was trying to be strong for his brother, but he couldn't hide the anxiety that was surely rising within him. Dante felt his arousal grow. Full hardness now.

And then, Alphonse smirked--

--and knelt, touching the ground.

Light exploded everywhere.

What? No! What could this be? Dante didn't understand! It wasn't supposed to be like this! This wasn't right! Looking down, his breath froze in his throat as he spotted odd shapes peeking out from beneath the rugs, from beneath the bed, from behind the curtains. He kicked them aside furiously, too startled to scream at the sight of a transmutation circle covering the length of the room. It was long, awkward, made from imprecise blood splatters, but it was there!

"You would've seen if you'd only had the eyes to look, Dante," Edward said in her quieter new voice, eyes narrowed. She smiled. "It really wasn't very well hidden at all. But you were too busy looking at yourself in the mirror to realize what was beneath your feet."

[mikkeneko]

Ambre's fic gets one bonus vote for double genderswitch.

[perivates]

Gotta say, this one gets my first vote. :3 Dante topping fem!Ed (plus implications of Roy/Ed/Al) = much love!

[herongale]

My second vote goes here. Although this is not the kind of scenario I find sexy per se, it undoubtedly HAS sex in it, of a really perverse, beautifully twisted variety. And it is well written, and original, and completely unexpected. Wonderful work.

[fallia]

My first vote goes to Ambre.

[sky_dark]

this gets my second vote

[cryogenia]

(I can't vote but you already know how much I love this :)))

[jade_pen]

Double genderswitch, excellent use of Dante, and a twist at the end? Definitely gets my first vote; well done!

[anax]

And here!

[parallax_view]

I cast one vote for hieronymousb's Roy!Dante x Edward. I loved the sadism and power trip. And Dante was pure love, though I suppose that goes hand in hand with the sadism/power trip. XD;