#Three Faunesses

[comfortless]

syl. *grabs you and shakes you* syl. i woke up in a cold sweat thinking of like… könig. already off to a great start ik. but space opera könig. (not like star wars or anything) but think like 70s aesthetics all bright and colorful. he’s a bandit in a stolen ship, formerly part of a military group making peace with other planets but something went awry and he’s just having fun now!

reader is part of a small research group that has landed on a planet he’s camped out on and he’s just like “ok” followed by “i want that”. steals all of her supplies and then her. doesn’t care how much she protests when he just hauls her over his shoulder, pats her butt bc he thinks THATS going to calm her down and throws her into his ship.

she’s happy he’s not some creepy alien but at the same time who really knows what’s under that hood anyway hmmmm and she wants to hate him but also all that’s playing in her head is that one rah band song. messages from the stars lmao please. there is something in the way you write that is so special to me and if you were to come up with a full blown story for my dumb idea i think i would scream for 20 hours straight.

lil wisp….. you have no idea what this has done to me. i am going to be thinking about this for an eternity. let’s cook.. i see your vision and i would love nothing more than this too!!

content/warnings: implied violence, abduction, dubcon groping?

König’s been on his own, drifting through the stars for so long. Only raiding the ships he comes across for food, supplies, and when he stumbles across a mechanic he puts them to work with a silly laser rifle pointed right at their head (because let’s face it— when you’re a wanted space pirate who in the universe is going to fix your ship for you??). He’s put all of human etiquette far behind him, and now his life is quite literally just one relentless adventure. He wouldn’t have it any other way!

That is, until his ship is fucked up again, displaying about thirty bright red warnings on its silly hologram screens that he just can not make sense of. The thing is old, has been shot at more times than even he can count, and it’s finally failing him if the loud sputtering and incessant orbital beeps are anything to go by. He considers his luck has run out when he lands the damned thing on some hunk of rock out on the outskirts of a galaxy most don’t even bother with, because there’s nothing out here.

Thankfully, his frustration is short-lived because a smaller ship lands only a few days later; painted in the bright, pearlescent blues and pinks of your standard peace-keeping, research vessel. It’s the perfect craft to steal and it wouldn’t even be difficult… the three humans that exit are so much smaller than him and entirely unguarded. They’re just here to study a few minerals, maybe haul some back to their little camp a few worlds over for fuel and research. He won’t even get into too much trouble for it, he thinks, because even his trashed ship could take them back home. See!! He isn’t all that bad…

At least, until he notices her, bent over admiring some silly, little cluster of crystals in her skin-tight jumpsuit that makes him see stars. The heavy boots that rise up to her knees making her look like little more than a fauness, and she’s so pretty he just can’t help but get a closer look while her teammates are off chittering away and exploring the nothing planet.

She isn’t even afraid of him when he approaches. Just straightens up with her hands clasped in front of her and a smile on her face. She hasn’t seen the holograms of him, displaying a sizable bounty for his veiled head, doesn’t take a wary note of the massive rifle he has slung over his shoulder; she just sees another person. He hasn’t been looked at like that since long before he left home!!

This sweet woman has no sense of self-preservation either, because she immediately asks him if he needs food or water; gestures over to her brightly colored ship with that pretty smile ever-present on her face, and that’s all it takes for him to decide that not only is he taking the craft, he’s taking her too.

He doesn’t say a word when he lifts her up over his shoulder, and the poor thing must be shocked because it takes her a moment before she starts squirming in his grip. König does well to remove the little radio strapped to her hip, giving her ass a firm squeeze in the process before tossing it in the dust behind him. That’s all it takes to shut his little prinzessin up before he hauls her back into her ship and demands she turn off any tracking systems. Her knees are a bit weak when she fumbles with the control panels, and he’s unashamed of his own erection when he slides in behind her to lean over the console as the ship starts up.

She whines about leaving her friends stranded, of course, but he’s in a world of his own when he grabs her by the hips and seats her in his lap while she pilots. Never mind the others, he’ll take good care of her, honest!!

#könig x you #könig x reader #konig #könig #messages from the stars… LOL… anon if i had the time to write a full blown fic of this rn i would but my god #i need to propose actually this is such a good concept…

[simplysparrow14]

I just really like the fact that Fearne, very feely and unabashedly, thinks that Ashton is beautiful. Fearne has already shown to be outspoken creature; what pops into her head is most likely going to come rolling off her tongue at any second and as such, what she thinks of you is going to be the honest truth.

And because of that, what she says to Ashton is genuine.

She's said it three times (technically four if we're going to count "I don't see hell."---"Hell to some, Heaven to others." ) now that Ashton (and by association the things around Ashton) is beautiful.

Once when he was speaking on his history with Hexum and the Nobodies, the other when speaking about his sparkling opal head-wound.

"I think you're sort of beautiful." -> About him, specifically.

"It's just very pretty." -> About their head-opal.

the last being when Fearne peered into Ashton's opal and called the energy swirling around inside beautiful and calm. (I apologies if I got this wrong; I don't live-watch the episodes. I usually wait till Monday to watch. What I know comes from live-bloggers)

Ashton is beautiful to fearne. Fearne, a fauness woman who comes from, arguably, the most beautiful place within the Exandrian planes of existance. She comes from the feywild, a dream-like world filled with animals dripping flowers and vegetation, sayters and dryads and fae creatures who have lived for centuries; High War Queens and Archfey and mushroom sprites. Centuries-old forests and color changing grass feilds.

And yet, it's the foul-mouth, rude, crass rock man-thing with purple gemstone hair, green skin, a milk-white eye, and a partially cracked skull with a sparking opal and gold scars that she finds beautiful. That she finds the most intriguing.

They're real in the sense that there's nothing influencing their appearance or personality. With the feywild, yes its beautiful and fearne truly loves her home for what it is, but it's the magic that gives it its strangeness.

Everything she's seen in the feywild doesn't compare to the uniqueness of Ashton Greymoore. They're crass, rude, lacking any sort of emotional-nuance; they speak their mind however they see fit, not nessisarly caring how people react to them (unless it's Hexum or FCG). They have a hard time trusting and making friends, and everywhere they go, they go with a pessimistic view of the world, as if one wrong step in any direction will result in some sort of bad thing happening to them.

The amount of years Ashton has (supposedly) had to watched others around them get adopted or taken someplace better than Greymoore has filled them with enough bitterness to last several lifetimes, and the years since the nobodies abandoned them for dead has turned their heart cold.

He lies, he steals, he cheats, he curses. He’s everything that a well-off (supposedly) royal-born feywild woman should not want to be associated with.

And yet this 6'3'' fey women dripping in botanical flowers and covered in stolen knick-knacks, who's constantly being told she's gorgeous and intriguing and exotic, who pals around with a monkey that breaths fire, thinks that the punk-earth-genasi kid from the streets who hobos'it around their friend Milo's home in Krook House is beautiful.

She likes him for who he is. Even if he can’t see it clearly right now.

#ashton x fearne #fearne x ashton #Rockwild #callowmoore #critical role #critical role spoilers #critical role campaign 3 spoilers

[vintagehomecollection]

A small Rodin bronze, Three Faunesses, gives energetic form to motion.

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[sammythesmuttwriter-blog]

Yang's artificial growth spurt chapter 2: Sexytime

Deviant Art PREV ALL NEXT Yang's unnatural growthspurt part 2: Sexytime by SammyQuinnHopps, 13 hours and 33 minutes ago Literature / Prose / Fiction / Fantasy / Flash Fiction & Vignettes Fetish content: Futa on female, huge breasts, a catgirl, a huge penis Blah blah blah all characters are of age of consent blah blah blah Yang tip toed into team RWBY's room, stifling a giggle as she felt the coarse fabric of her tight black top rub against her sensitive basketballs, reminding her of just how huge she'd grown, her cock hard in her shorts, the extra pocket was almost see through and standing at attention, her apple sized balls bouncing slightly with each step, wrapped in their own spandex casing. Yang looked down at her sleeping girlfriend, spread out on the bed in only a pair of frilly black panties, a tiny pink bow in the front, and a more understated black bra, contrasting beautifully with her naturally pale skin. She leaked a bit as she imagined the cute fauness using a few of the shells, her eyes drawn to her bellabooty as Yang dropped her shorts, or rather, peeled her cock out of them, then dropped them, Yang's scent filling the air as Blake stirred, smelling her girlfriend nearby, turning over to pull her into bed, her hand touching Yang's thick pulsating pole as Yang bit her lip holding back a moan as her cock pulsated strongly, her balls jumping as they quietly slapped her pelvis. Blake pulled her hand away, fully awake as something hot landed on her face, "Yang, really you mu-" her eyes went wide as Yang continued stripping, pulling off her tight black top, freeing her basketballs, trapped in her now woefully undersized yellow bra, which was only indicated by the thin yellow band that wrapped around her ribcage "Yes?" Yang asked, a knowing smile spreading over the blonde's lips as she continued undressing, putting on a show for her girlfriend, reaching behind herself, pushing out her chest as she worked her bra's hooks, letting her bra drop, or more accurately, letting the back of her bra hang to either side of her immense chest, two perfect high and tight tear drops hanging three fingers above her belly button. Blake stared on, her panties slowly moistening as her golden goddess put on a show for her, inexplicably having grown more than four times bigger in only a few hours. "h-how did this happen?" Blake asked, watching Yang's breasts bob gently with each breath she took, "I mean... in the forest, I didn't question it because you needed me so urgently... but... this?" Blake asked, gesturing to Yang's chest as Ruby moaned in her sleep, stirring, but not waking as Blake dropped in volume, "What did you do when you snuck out?" she whispered urgently. "Shhhhhh..." Yang shushed Blake, pressing down on her cute 24C chest, Blake's attention turning from the question she'd asked, to her girlfriend's face, watching Yang's violet pools shift, studying her body as Yang's hand trailed down from her chest to her belly, making Blake squirm, then down to the flat of her exposed pelvis, gently rubbing her as Blake relaxed, letting out a soft moan as her girlfriend's fingers teased at her band, flicking the bow before sliding it down, revealing Blake's well kept patch of hair, glistening as Yang ran her hand through it, teasing her vulva as Blake's moans increased, her eyes closing, losing sight of her girlfriend's glorious chest. Yang rested a leg on the bed, placing a hand next to Blake's head as she slowly lowered her bust onto the now fully submissive beauty's face. it took Blake only a second to realize what was going on before Yang felt her rough tongue against her sensitive flesh, the fauness's hands reaching up to hold the soft sacks now covering her face, her hands sinking deep into them as they mostly disappeared. Yang fully bit her lip as her muffled moans erupted, unceremoniously pulling Blake's panties to around her knees and lining herself up. Yang lay underneath the raven haired fauness, her exposed dick laying between them, lining up with their belly buttons, the sheets now smelling of Yang, as did Blake. Her head rested beside Yang's nuzzled into her neck as she lay between her golden love's new endowments, honestly not caring anymore how Yang had spontaneously gone through a super puberty. Unaware of Yang's plans for the day, she nuzzled in a bit deeper and drifted to sleep

[sammythesmuttwriter-blog]

Yang's artificial growth spurt chapter 1

Deviant Art Yang's artificial growth spurt by SammyQuinnHopps, 1 day ago Literature / Prose / Fiction / Fantasy / Flash Fiction & Vignettes For all intents and purposes, all characters involved in lewd scenarios in this story should be assumed to be of the age of consent in the reader's country (which is almost universally 18) Fetish Warning: This story contains Breast Expansion/reduction/theft, Penis expansion/reduction/theft, muscle expansion/reduction/theft, futa, a catgirl, and implied futa on female. If any of these offend you, please click off, you have been warned. Yang woke up to the sound of three sharp knocks on the door. She slowly raised her head, keeping her arms wrapped around the cute black catgirl's shoulders, moving as little as possible so she wouldn't wake her love. She slowly slid her hands down Blake's body, running her fingers along her delicate frame, sliding them along the thin black band of her playfully frilled panties, cupping a cheek of Blake's more than ample butt as she slowly got up. She tip toed to the door, adjusting her black flame emblazoned bra that had been shifted during their silent night of passion, and her orange tank top. She rubbed her eyes, brushing her golden locks aside as she opened the door. When Yang saw that there was no one at the door, she turned to go back to her awaiting lover, but stopped when a small white box caught her eye. it had the schnee dust company logo stamped on the top in a faint silver, along with Yang's name. She Yawned as she picked up the box and closed the door. Yang headed into the bathroom and closed the door gently, making sure it clicked before she turned on the light and opened the box. Inside was a small card, also written in that hard to read silver lettering, and six bands of 12 shots for her Ember Celica. She held up the card and slowly turned it as she read "Miss Xiao Long, Inside this package you will find seventy-two shots of our prototype Grimm weakening rounds. I must stress the importance of keeping your use of these rounds a secret until they go into mass production. Use them carefully, Jacques Schnee" Yang picked up one of the rounds as she remembered the test she had attended for these. An Ursa was tied down, held by ropes in the center of the room as a single soldier approached it. He shot the ursa with one of the experimental rounds and its massive bulk slowly shrank down until it looked as thin as a beowolf, meanwhile, the soldier, who was wearing a previously loose fitting uniform, began filling it out, his bulk increasing to match the decreasing Ursa, until he looked almost as beastly as it did, his uniform was nearly torn to shreds by the end of the transformation. After the test, Yang offered to do field tests once the rounds were ready. Obviously they were now ready. Yang closed the box and turned off the light, slowly and silently making her way back to bed, sliding back in behind Blake, cupping the raven beauty's breast as she drifted back to sleep. The following day was a multi team hunt, team RWBY was paired up with team JNPR. Yang had brought along a single round of Grimm weakening shot for each of her gauntlets, keeping it in the last chamber, intending to get separated long enough to try them out on something that wouldn't be too noticeable, such as a beowolf or two. After a very intense fight with a Death Stalker, Yang managed to get away, unknowingly being followed by Jean. Yang backtracked to a beowolf den she had noticed earlier in the hunt, figuring at most she'd put on a pound or two of muscle from the two rounds. As she hid behind a rock, watching her pray, Jean approached her, tapping Yang on the shoulder "Uhh... Yang?" Jean asked, immediately being thrown back by Yang, who reflexively fired off a round. Her purple eyes widened in shock and horror as her round hit Jean in the crotch, blowing him back. She stood there, stunned for a few seconds, before running off into the forest, "Yang!" He shouted out. Unknown to everyone in the school other than Pyrrah, Jean was incredibly well endowed down there, easily rivaling a horse fauness in terms of sheer size and girth, which made it very troubling to Jean when he felt his pants loosening. He started after Yang, but stopped when the cold sensation started, looking around before sticking a hand down his pants, his eyes widening when he felt his once proud double long water bottle sized cock was now a comparatively meager 6 inches. After running a little ways away, Yang moaned as she felt a fire building in her crotch, tripping up and tumbling into a tree, hitting her head with a thunk that barely dazed her. She sat up and rubbed her hand against her now very sensitive vulva as the fire just kept building. She watched on, her face red, as her vulva seemed to grow in size, her clit elongating and changing, growing to six inches, long enough for her to hold in her hand, though now it felt different, almost like her hood had grown to encompass all but the very tip. twelve inches and it had clicked in her mind what had just happened as the tip of her now erect cock rest against her belly button, still growing. It stopped at eighteen inches, her hand shaking as she punched in Blake's scroll number, asking her to break off from the group and come to her. It was quite the emergency. Blake helped fit Yang back into her shorts, Yang's jacket now tied around her waist to hide Yang's new appendage, as Blake adjusted her pants, rubbing her belly in memory of what just happened. They met back up with the group, Jean having returned about ten minutes prior, looking at Yang with curiosity, but not saying anything about it as they headed back to the school, Blake's Head resting against Yang's shoulder. Yang had a specific club she wanted to hit up before returning however, one where the large women of Vale gathered... That night, Yang approached the club, her Ember Celica fully loaded with the pink rounds and a glint in her eye. She approached the bar, wearing a loose fitting black top, showing off ample cleavage, and modified shorts, now with an extra pocket stitched into her left leg. "Strawberry Sunrise, no ice." she said, hoping the bar tender would put one of those little umbrellas in it as well. She turned around and leaned against the bar, looking at the dance floor at all of the exposed breastflesh, the ratio tonight was two busty women to every regular one in the club, though she was about to change that. She picked up her drink and paid the bar tender, giving him a tip for including a tiny pink umbrella as she mad her way onto the dance floor. Her first target was a woman who had what looked like softballs on her chest, clad in a tight gray crop top, grinding up against a rather hunky man. She gently brushed a hand against her crotch and approached, bobbing along to the beat as she 'accidentally' tripped in front of her, spilling her drink and firing off a shot at the girl, the shot hitting her in the breast as the girl squeaked, feeling only the cold of the drink spilling into her breasts, starting to shout at Yang as her extra pocket started constricting around her snake, Yang's face red with what the woman thought was embarrassment, but was really Yang's top filling out, growing a cup size every few seconds, ending up closer to melon sized breasts than softball thanks to her own already impressive bust. Yang repeated this process every now and then, each time returning to the bar bigger and bigger, eventually straining her top, now packed with two basketballs worth of cleavage. She ordered one final sunrise and this time, drank it, paying the bar tender once more with a flirty wink, swaying her hips as she left, most of the men and women in the club watching her as she got back on her motorcycle and headed back to beacon. She had a lot of explaining to do tomorrow, but it would be so worth it when her kitten saw her tonight.