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[NSFW] STUPID MONSTER SEXPOCALYPSES

HERE IS CROW, WHO YOU APPARENTLY WANT TO BANG FOR SOME REASON. WITH ALL YOUR ADDITIONAL APPENDAGES/POWERS, HOW WRONG CAN IT GO?

Also general gore warning on top of the NSFW warning because this is all about Bad Monster Ideas.

If you want to play it out monster sex going wrong, but not in a public manner, please post a blank comment and I'll screen it, which will cause the rest of the thread to be screened.

Things that have Gone Wrong (including threads in other peoples' museboxes):
- Crow getting his dick stuck in holes that are too small and rigid
- Crow literally breaking someone's ass
- Condoms and the equivalent of blood getting stuck inside Crow's genital slit
- Crow getting his mouth burned and ice cream stuck in the lower jaw of his whale mask
- Crow getting his tail burned
- Crow getting his dick ripped off (blowjobs going wrong in the worst way) before getting killed
- Crow killing someone via blowjob
- Crow getting a too hot dick up his ass

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[Shulk purses his lips at that cheeky grin, a veritable pout, but it's all he can muster, letting his head slam back against the mattress as Crow continues.

The harpy trills from the pleasure that hits him in waves, hips rolling time with Crow's, the attention to his cock and the press of the mer inside him making him writhe, pulling at the mer's hair like it's a lifeline.

At least, that's how it is at first. The high that was building starts to wane...he feels oddly tired, thirstier when Crow gets more enthusiastic. Which the harried pace is nice, still, but the harpy licks at dry lips. His hold on Crow's hair slackens then, and he'd lift his head, say something is wrong, but he can't. Tries, before flopping uselessly. Struck by sudden weakness and dizziness in tandem, and all he can do is croak weakly. His head is pounding.

Something...something's not right, is the brief thought his brain musters, Shulk staring up at the ceiling. His eyes start to burn.]

[The more Crow sucks, the more he wants to keep going. Which isn't unusual in itself, but...

Crow lets out a deep rumble from the back of his throat, closing his eyes and taking in the rest of Shulk's dick into his mouth, his entire body shuddering as euphoria rushes over him from head all the way down to his tail. His thrusts into the harpy grow frantic, invigorating energy practically thrumming through his veins the more he continues.

Crow doesn't notice anything wrong. How can he, when all he's aware of is pleasure hitting him in waves, crushing all semblance of thought under it?

Even if he did, Crow's too far gone to even consider something as silly as stopping.]

[Shulk's ears are ringing, and the light above hurts his eyes terribly, and his clarity of thought is swallowed in confusion and terror -- he doesn't understand why Crow doesn't seem to notice. He just keeps going as if everything is fine. Shouldn't he recognize his partner in this is awfully silent? Near unresponsive?

The harpy doesn't feel pleasure anymore, only pain. Skin pulled thin and taut, muscles locking up from dehydration.

It's agony.

He can't even scream, only wheeze. His body isn't working anymore, and his tongue feels like cotton in his mouth. He blinks, closes his mouth to keep some moisture in but his lips stick together and he doesn't have the strength to open it again.

It's hard to tell when he passes. But it's quiet.]

[Crow's eyes are closed, completely unaware of Shulk's predicament as euphoria thrums through his entire body, tingling energy seeping from his spine to the very tips of his fingers. He can't stop, won't stop.

Crow lifts his head off Shulk, arching and letting out a shuddering moan as he comes inside the harpy.

Then he looks down. Sees the shrivelled body on the bed, feathers lifelessly splayed out on the sheets. Sees the dried up fig of a penis he'd been sucking just moments earlier. Crow lets out a horrified (and disgusted) shriek, hurriedly pulling out and clamping his hands over his mouth before he draws any more attention to the room.]

Oh crap.

[Did he just... He just killed Shulk by giving him a blowjob. Damn it! He should've just stuck to hands and anal! This is just like when he kissed that unconscious guy in some back alley with Yusei!

Oh no. Yusei. What's he going to tell Yusei? "Sorry, your boyfriend cheated on you with me and I accidentally killed him?" That's gonna go down well. He can't believe he didn't notice what was happening to Shulk, too! Crow drags a hand down his face. Also he just got off in a dead guy's ass!! Disgusted, Crow pulls the condom off his dick, which returns to its usual place inside his genital slit.]

What the hell am I gonna do?

[He can't just leave Shulk here for some poor sod to discover. But he can't just lug a sack of skin and bones around with him, and the idea of dumping what's left of Shulk into the trash doesn't sit well with him.

Wait, don't these places usually have a bag for laundry?

Crow practically leaps off the bed and yanks open the doors to the wardrobe. Perfect. Striding back to the bed, Crow unceremoniously shoves Shulk's clothes and corpse into the laundry bag and ties it into a knot. Crow dresses himself in a hurry before unlatching the window and shoving it open. Time to make his getaway.

...He hopes Rin doesn't mind something less meaty for his soup kitchen.]

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