random fanfics I made

The water rained down upon them in a rhythmic cascade, a stark contrast to the chaotic whirlwind of Oren's thoughts. The shower's tiles felt cold and unforgiving against his bare soles as he stepped in, his digitigrade legs giving him an awkward, yet somehow graceful stance. Oren looked at his reflection in the steam-clouded mirror, his pitch black skin and gold eagle eyes a stark reminder of his inhuman nature.

Martha, ever the motherly figure, didn't bat an eye as she undressed next to him. Her human form was as familiar to him as his own, yet it was starkly different. He felt a strange kinship with her, a bond that surpassed the mere genetic link. They had shared a life, albeit an unusual one, and he knew she saw him as more than just an experiment gone awry.

The warm spray of the shower washed over them as Victoria stepped in, her soft human skin brushing against his sleek, almost reptilian body. Her butt pressed against his crotch, and Oren felt a twinge of excitement as his horse-like cock began to swell. He was surprised by his body's reaction; it was as if it had a mind of its own, responding to the warmth and closeness of a potential mate. He glanced down at his lower body, his three-fingered hand tracing the outline of his growing arousal, the gold in his eyes darkening with desire.

Victoria giggled, feeling his firmness against her, and playfully wiggled her butt again. She had always been curious about her brother, but it was a curiosity that had grown more complex over time. The way she looked at him had changed, and now, in the intimate embrace of the shower, she found herself feeling things she never had before. Oren's tail swished behind him, a silent testament to his own curiosity and excitement. He knew he was different from her, yet he couldn't help but feel a pull towards her, a primal instinct that whispered sweet nothings into his ear.

Martha watched the scene unfold, her own thoughts a tangled web of fascination and concern. She had always been a protective mother, but now she felt a strange mix of pride and wariness. She had created a creature that was both a part of her family and an entity unto itself, driven by instincts she couldn't fully understand. With a knowing smirk, she leaned against the sink, crossing her arms over her chest. "Victoria," she began, her voice a mix of teasing and warning, "you know I can't always save you from your own curiosity."

Victoria giggled and wiggled her ass cheeks, throwing a playful glance over her shoulder at Oren. "You wouldn't dare," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. But even as she spoke, her heart pounded in her chest, the thrill of the forbidden sending shivers down her spine. Oren's hand stilled on his shaft, his gaze locking onto her. For a moment, the air was thick with tension, the water droplets hanging in the air like a silent audience, waiting for the next act.

Martha leaned over and grabbed her daughter's ass, giving it a firm squeeze. "If she's asking for it, Oren," she said with a wink, "you can take it." Her tone was a blend of teasing and challenge, as if she had just dared him to make a move. Victoria's cheeks flushed scarlet, and she gasped, her body tensing up. She looked at Oren in the mirror, her eyes wide with shock and arousal.

Oren took a deep breath, his tail swishing more vigorously behind him. Without breaking eye contact with Victoria, he reached down with his other hand and parted her wet pussy lips. Her eyes grew even wider as he lined up the tip of his swollen, long member with her entrance. With a gentle, yet firm pressure, he pushed forward, the head of his cock breaching her. Victoria's gasp turned into a moan of surprise as she felt the alien sensation of his organ filling her up, stretching her in a way she never had before.

"Oh my gosh," she whispered, her voice a mix of shock and pleasure. "You're actually inside me." Oren's gold eyes bore into hers, his expression a blend of concentration and lust. He didn't respond with words, but his actions spoke volumes as he began to move his hips in a slow, steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her tight warmth. The water pounded down on them, muffling their gasps and the slick sounds of their union.

Martha watched with a twisted smile, a blend of pride and perverse enjoyment etched onto her face. "See what teasing gets you," she murmured, her hand still squeezing Victoria's ass. "You've been playing with fire, darling, and now you're getting burned." Victoria's eyes fluttered closed, her mouth forming a perfect O as Oren's length continued to claim her. She could feel every ridge, every curve of his alien anatomy, and it was more exhilarating than she ever could have imagined.

The pain of her lost innocence was swift and sharp, but it quickly gave way to something else—a warm, pulsing pleasure that spread through her body like a wildfire. She had read about it, heard whispers from her friends, but nothing could have prepared her for the reality of it. The way his tail wrapped around her waist, holding her in place as he drove into her, the way his clawed hand dug into her hip, leaving tiny half-moons of passion on her skin. It was overwhelming, and yet she found herself craving more.

Martha leaned out of the shower, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she reached for her phone, lying just outside the curtain. She tapped the screen to life and opened the camera app with a smirk. "Let's make a memory," she said, her voice dripping with innuendo. Oren didn't need to be told twice; his autistic mind took the cue and switched tracks, now eager to perform for the camera. He picked up his pace, his cock sliding in and out of Victoria with an almost mechanical precision that spoke of his eagerness to breed her.

Victoria, caught in the throes of passion, couldn't help but let out a whimper of protest as she felt the camera's gaze on her. She tried to cover her face with her hand, but the sensation of her brother's alien body inside her was too intense to allow for much modesty. "Mom, that's embarrassing," she moaned, her voice thick with need.

Martha just chuckled, her eyes never leaving the screen. "It's for science," she said, snapping a photo with a wink. "You're both so beautiful together."

Oren's grip on Victoria's hips tightened as he obeyed his instincts, lifting her off the floor. His powerful arms held her in place as he continued to thrust, his cock impaling her with an urgency that seemed to match the tempo of his racing heart. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his back as she clung to him, her nails raking down his skin in a silent plea for more. The steam in the room grew thicker, a visual representation of the passion that was consuming them.

Victoria's breasts bounced with each thrust, the pink tips a stark contrast against the blackness of Oren's skin. She reached up, her hand trembling, to grasp his bicep, her nails digging in as she tried to keep herself anchored in the tumultuous sea of sensation. His muscles rippled beneath her touch, the alien texture of his skin sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her own belly began to bulge, the beginnings of a change that neither of them fully understood.

Oren's movements grew more frenzied as he pushed past her cervix and into her womb. It was as if he could feel the very essence of her, the core of what made her female. Victoria's eyes rolled back in her head, her body arching as she was filled to the brim with his length. A guttural moan tore from her throat, the sound echoing off the tiles and mixing with the hiss of the shower. The pressure built, the stretching sensation unlike anything she had ever felt before. Her pussy clenched around him, trying to accommodate the intrusion, the pain a distant memory lost to the all-consuming pleasure.

Martha clicked away on her phone, capturing the moment from every angle. "That's it," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "Breed her, Oren. Make her carry your young." The words were like a spell, and Oren's body responded in kind. He felt his seed boiling within him, the need to spill it into her overwhelming. With a roar that was part pleasure, part triumph, he released, his cock pumping gallons of fertile sperm into Victoria's eager womb. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced, a primal rush that flooded his mind and body with pure, unbridled ecstasy.

Victoria's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her in a crescendo of pleasure. She felt Oren's hot seed fill her, his life force becoming one with hers. Her legs tightened around his waist, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She could feel the sperm swimming within her, seeking out the warm embrace of her eggs, and a part of her reveled in the raw, animalistic nature of it all. Her eyes remained locked onto the mirror, watching her own face contort in pleasure as Oren's thick load filled her up.