Hey Guys, I Wrote Some Animorphs Universe Porn
Written especially for a specific thread on RWAM.
Arbron felt the hunger course through him, as he gazed at his old friend. He was trapped in this disgusting aberration's form, a blasphemy of a body. He longed to touch the Andalites's forehead with his own delicate palm, to share that intimate embrace one last time in his true form. As he remembered, Arbron felt the creatures instincts stir impatiently.
Elfangor stared at his old friend in horror. The once strong and proud Arbron, his quick tailblade, his slightly muscled torso, his graceful but powerful legs, all lost to this hissing grotesquery of a thing. A nothlit in Taxxon morph, no other form could be such a mockery of the Andalites' purity of form.
And yet. As much as Elfangor abhorred Arbron's new form, he felt a tingle of something. He loved Arbron that was true. Because of this; as disgusting as the Taxxon body was, he could see a new elegance in the form. The shine of the exoskeleton, the many dexterous and tiny legs, the graceful way the Taxxon body could skitter quickly and efficiently. He felt his cholo stir, and he was shocked at his body's sudden desire. This was not right, nor honorable in any way!
Arbron saw Elfangor's cholo elongate, and he knew he could fight the bloodlust. He tapped into the creatures most base instincts, and lunged toward his friend. As he moved, he could feel the Taxxons' glands secrete a foul smelling, but intensely pleasureable fluid into its cloacas.
Elfangor found himself pinned beneath his nothlit friend. Arbron was crawling on top of him, desperately trying to slide himself on top of Elfangors throbbing cholo.
{No!} Elfangor cried. He could not be so dishonorable, as to fuck a Taxxon. Even if it was his clever, cursed shorm.
However, Arbron's instincts had over taken him, he drooled foul acidic saliva onto Elfangor's face, and started to pump himself up and down, pleasuring the unwilling Andalite. {I-I'm sorry!} Arbron whispered in desperate thoughtspeak. {I would never have wished this upon you.}
Elfangor's body was betraying him. As Arbron was gyrating against him, his clever little legs were dancing along all the pleasurable places that they had once explored together before this horrific ordeal. Elfangor could feel the Taxxon try to siphon the come from his body into its cloaca. His cholo had stopped obeying a long time ago, and he could feel it pulse into the Taxxon's opening.
The fluids in the Taxxons cloaca burned, and the faster and harder he fucked, the more wetter it became, and the more the pleasure became pain. He was riding the threshold of pleasure and pain, the pressure building up far more intense than anything he had ever experienced before.
As they fucked, they sobbed thoughtspeak of anger, sadness, and disgust.
After what seemed like an eternity, Elfangor came, an explosion of beige spunk, spilling all over his body and Arbron's cloaca. As he pulled out, he could hear a strange sucking sound as the cloaca vacuumed in as much semen as possible.
{My shorm. I am sorry}
Which one of them had said it, he could not remember.
Arbron felt the hunger course through him, as he gazed at his old friend. He was trapped in this disgusting aberration's form, a blasphemy of a body. He longed to touch the Andalites's forehead with his own delicate palm, to share that intimate embrace one last time in his true form. As he remembered, Arbron felt the creatures instincts stir impatiently.
Elfangor stared at his old friend in horror. The once strong and proud Arbron, his quick tailblade, his slightly muscled torso, his graceful but powerful legs, all lost to this hissing grotesquery of a thing. A nothlit in Taxxon morph, no other form could be such a mockery of the Andalites' purity of form.
And yet. As much as Elfangor abhorred Arbron's new form, he felt a tingle of something. He loved Arbron that was true. Because of this; as disgusting as the Taxxon body was, he could see a new elegance in the form. The shine of the exoskeleton, the many dexterous and tiny legs, the graceful way the Taxxon body could skitter quickly and efficiently. He felt his cholo stir, and he was shocked at his body's sudden desire. This was not right, nor honorable in any way!
Arbron saw Elfangor's cholo elongate, and he knew he could fight the bloodlust. He tapped into the creatures most base instincts, and lunged toward his friend. As he moved, he could feel the Taxxons' glands secrete a foul smelling, but intensely pleasureable fluid into its cloacas.
Elfangor found himself pinned beneath his nothlit friend. Arbron was crawling on top of him, desperately trying to slide himself on top of Elfangors throbbing cholo.
{No!} Elfangor cried. He could not be so dishonorable, as to fuck a Taxxon. Even if it was his clever, cursed shorm.
However, Arbron's instincts had over taken him, he drooled foul acidic saliva onto Elfangor's face, and started to pump himself up and down, pleasuring the unwilling Andalite. {I-I'm sorry!} Arbron whispered in desperate thoughtspeak. {I would never have wished this upon you.}
Elfangor's body was betraying him. As Arbron was gyrating against him, his clever little legs were dancing along all the pleasurable places that they had once explored together before this horrific ordeal. Elfangor could feel the Taxxon try to siphon the come from his body into its cloaca. His cholo had stopped obeying a long time ago, and he could feel it pulse into the Taxxon's opening.
The fluids in the Taxxons cloaca burned, and the faster and harder he fucked, the more wetter it became, and the more the pleasure became pain. He was riding the threshold of pleasure and pain, the pressure building up far more intense than anything he had ever experienced before.
As they fucked, they sobbed thoughtspeak of anger, sadness, and disgust.
After what seemed like an eternity, Elfangor came, an explosion of beige spunk, spilling all over his body and Arbron's cloaca. As he pulled out, he could hear a strange sucking sound as the cloaca vacuumed in as much semen as possible.
{My shorm. I am sorry}
Which one of them had said it, he could not remember.