“What am I supposed to do with this?” Vriska asked, flicking John’s already hard cock with her finger.
They sat on the bed, naked. The blue sheets were crumpled up at the end of the bed. The rest of the room was a bit of a mess, with John's prankster kit strewn out around the floor. Vriska had ruffled through John's chest when they had first entered the room, but found nothing of use except for the trick handcuffs, which she had thrown out the window when she found out that John could break out of them without effort.
Vriska had begun stripping with her normal impatience, and by the time they got to the bed she was wearing only a pair of panties. She gave zero fucks about propriety. John had stared at her as her t-shirt, bra and pants had hit the floor. Part of him had still felt like he should turn away, but he couldn't. He was totally fascinated both by having a woman disrobe in front of him, and even more fascinated by how strange she looked. When her t-shirt had lifted over her breasts, John gawked openly. Vriska's breasts were small and firm, her grey skin shaped into perfect hemispheres. She didn't exactly have nipples, her breasts were completely smooth. Still, John found his breath speeding up.
“What?” Vriska had asked, noticing John staring at her chest. She sounded bemused.
“can i touch them?” John asked.
“Sure, I guess,” Vriska said. She said it casually, but John noticed a blue blush creeping up her cheeks. “They’re just my fat globes.”
John had reached out and touched them. Like the rest of her skin, it felt like touching the smoothest sandpaper. John had cupped them, caressed them. He massaged them between his hands.
“What are you doing, John? Jegus, you’re such a weirdo. It’s not like they’re anything special.”
“you’re dumb,” John said. “these things are awesome!” As if to illustrate, he cupped his fingers under her breasts and bounced them up and down, as if he were juggling them.
“Hahahahahahahaha!” Vriska reached down and grabbed John’s wrists. “Everything a8out me is awesome.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Do you think we can move on, though? At least take your shirt off.”
John nodded, and Vriska let go of his wrists. With a parting squeeze, he removed his hands from Vriska’s breasts. He reached down and pulled his t-shirt over his head. He felt kind of embarrassed as he did it, and Vriska’s calculating stare didn’t help anything. John’s face felt like it was boiling.
“What are those?” Vriska asked, as his chest came into view.
“what are what?” John asked.
“These.” Vriska reached out and pinched one of John’s nipples.
“ouch! could you be a bit gentler?” John asked. “those are my nipples.”
“What are they for?” Vriska asked, ignoring his question.
John shrugged. “they’re not really for anything. they’re just sort of there.”
Vriska started rubbing his nipples.
“that still kind of hurts,” John said. “your skin is too rough.”
“Are all humans this soft? You’re like a wriggler.” Vriska removed her finger, and slid it into her mouth.
Vriska removed her finger from her mouth, now shining with saliva. She brought the finger back down to his nipple and started drawing circles around it.
“vriska, what are you doing?” John asked. “guy’s nipples aren’t really a thing.”
“They look like a thing to me,” Vriska said. “Look, it’s getting hard. That's cute.”
As Vriska ran her rough and slippery finger around John’s nipple, he was surprised to find that it was starting to get hard. More than that, Vriska’s touches were starting to feel good.
Finally, Vriska had stopped playing with his nipple and finished stripping. That was when John first saw her bone bulge. John knew about it in advance. He had been given a crash course in troll anatomy. It didn’t really prepare him, though. The bulge unsettled John. It was longer than his penis, but very thin. It was definitely the most alien part of Vriska. For the most part, she looked human. If you painted her a different color and gave her a pair of sweet shades, she could probably even pass for human. Well, if you hid the horns, of course.
Vriska's bone bulge looked nothing like a human penis. It looked more like a rose stem. It was long and thin, and was covered in what looked like little thorns. It flared out a bit at the top in three petal-like flaps of skin. There was also a little bump right at the tip, and in the center of that was a hole. John’s erection had gone down rather quickly when he had seen it, but then Vriska had guided his hand to it, and he had rubbed it with his fingertips, feeling both the soft suppleness of her skin and the hard bone structure inside of it. Vriska had moaned in appreciation as he touched it, and John had reacted to her pleasure by once again becoming erect.
And now it was his turn to show what he had, and Vriska was looking at it with a little moue of distaste, flicking it with her finger, and asking what she could do with it.
John covered his cock with his hands. Her flick had hurt, and he was sort of afraid that she would do it again.
“um…” he said, “don’t you have something else? a nook or something?”
“Yeah, 8ut,” Vriska started. “W8, let me show you.”
She took hold of his hand again, and guided it between her legs, below her bone bulge. John found himself blushing madly, and as he touched the skin around Vriska’s nether regions, his erection began to get so hard that it hurt. His fingers were just in front of her vagina, or rather, her nook, and Vriska was guiding him further.
There was a depression in her skin, and as his fingers moved into it, John could feel his heart pounding harder and harder in his chest. And then he reached the bottom of the depression, and all he felt was…
More flesh.
Vriska’s “nook” was a small indentation, no more than half an inch deep. There was nothing else different about it. There was no vagina, no opening. Nothing but more skin.
“See?”
“yeah,” John said. “i guess i hadn’t thought that much about this weird alien stuff. how do trolls, you know…”
“Fill pails?”
John nodded.
“Well, that’s not the whole nook, it’s just the entrance. There’s a protective covering of skin. You 8reak it with the 8one 8ulge.”
John thought for a moment. “human women have something like that too. it’s called a hymen.”
“How do humans 8reak it?”
“well i haven’t done it before,” John said. “but i think you just push through it with your penis… your bulge…”
Vriska looked skeptical. She took hold of John’s cock with three of her fingers, and slid them up and down. “How does this 8reak through anything? It doesn’t even have a 8one inside of it.”
"i don't know. i've never really done this before."
Vriska sighed. “We can try it, I guess.” She crawled to him and straddled his cock. Her breasts were right at face level, and John could feel her bone bulge pressing against his stomach. She lowered herself down until the head of his penis was in the entrance to her nook. She pressed down hard against him.
John could feel the pressure on the head of his cock. It sort of hurt. “hey vriska? i really don’t think this is working.”
“May8e I just need to use more force,” Vriska said. She slid upward and then slammed her hips back down, and the entrance of her nook jammed against his cock.
“ow!” John's cock bent painfully. “vriska, please stop. this really, REALLY isn't working.”
Vriska sat back. “Well, this sucks."
“sorry, but there’s not really anything i can do about it.” John felt frustration welling up inside him. They were so close, and everything seemed to be going wrong. “maybe you should be less alien.”
“John, clearly that is a8surd. You're the one that's an alien. We made your world, so you’re the weirdo copies of us.” She paused for a moment. “W8. You are weirdo clones of us. May8e we can do it the other way. What if I use my 8one 8ulge?”
“i don’t have a nook,” John said.
“How is that even possible?” Vriska asked. “Your species is stupid. What if two guys want to fill 8uckets?”
“well,” John started. Then he stopped and thought for a moment. “i guess human males do have something like a nook. i mean, i guess i know something about gay sex from dave, but…”
“But what? Don’t you want to have sex with me, John?”
“no, i do. it's just... i'm not gay. i don't do that sort of thing.”
"John, do you have any idea how stupid you sound? 8eing gay is where two human males pail with each other, right? Do I look like a human male?"
"no, i mean... it's not... look, i'm afraid of you putting that thing inside of me. it's gross and weird!"
Vriska's mouth curled into a snarl. “8re you c8lling me gr8ss, John? 8ecause that wouldn't 8e v8ry delic8. I th8nk I would h8ve to 8e 8ngry at you if th8t's what you w8re s8ying."
"no! stop twisting my words!" John looked away from Vriska's glare and took a deep breath. "i'm sorry, i'm just scared. your bulge is so big, and having anal sex isn't something that i've ever thought about. just give me some time to think about it."
Vriska rolled her eyes. "John, what you're saying is still dumb. My 8ulge is thinner than yours, so it will go in much, much easier. I don't have to put it all the way in if it doesn't fit. How about this: I'll just stick the tip in, and if you don't like it we can stop?"
John's stomach was clenched up tight. It felt like it was pulsing in time with his heart. He shuddered. He looked as far away from Vriska as he could; at the carpet that was scattered with his stuff, at the empty ceiling, at his bureau, but there was nothing to see anywhere. Vriska was watching him and he had to make a decision.
Vriska: Penetr8 [1/2] (Vriska/John, Gore, Xeno, Body Horror, Blood, Major Character Death, Noncon)
They sat on the bed, naked. The blue sheets were crumpled up at the end of the bed. The rest of the room was a bit of a mess, with John's prankster kit strewn out around the floor. Vriska had ruffled through John's chest when they had first entered the room, but found nothing of use except for the trick handcuffs, which she had thrown out the window when she found out that John could break out of them without effort.
Vriska had begun stripping with her normal impatience, and by the time they got to the bed she was wearing only a pair of panties. She gave zero fucks about propriety. John had stared at her as her t-shirt, bra and pants had hit the floor. Part of him had still felt like he should turn away, but he couldn't. He was totally fascinated both by having a woman disrobe in front of him, and even more fascinated by how strange she looked. When her t-shirt had lifted over her breasts, John gawked openly. Vriska's breasts were small and firm, her grey skin shaped into perfect hemispheres. She didn't exactly have nipples, her breasts were completely smooth. Still, John found his breath speeding up.
“What?” Vriska had asked, noticing John staring at her chest. She sounded bemused.
“can i touch them?” John asked.
“Sure, I guess,” Vriska said. She said it casually, but John noticed a blue blush creeping up her cheeks. “They’re just my fat globes.”
John had reached out and touched them. Like the rest of her skin, it felt like touching the smoothest sandpaper. John had cupped them, caressed them. He massaged them between his hands.
“What are you doing, John? Jegus, you’re such a weirdo. It’s not like they’re anything special.”
“you’re dumb,” John said. “these things are awesome!” As if to illustrate, he cupped his fingers under her breasts and bounced them up and down, as if he were juggling them.
“Hahahahahahahaha!” Vriska reached down and grabbed John’s wrists. “Everything a8out me is awesome.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Do you think we can move on, though? At least take your shirt off.”
John nodded, and Vriska let go of his wrists. With a parting squeeze, he removed his hands from Vriska’s breasts. He reached down and pulled his t-shirt over his head. He felt kind of embarrassed as he did it, and Vriska’s calculating stare didn’t help anything. John’s face felt like it was boiling.
“What are those?” Vriska asked, as his chest came into view.
“what are what?” John asked.
“These.” Vriska reached out and pinched one of John’s nipples.
“ouch! could you be a bit gentler?” John asked. “those are my nipples.”
“What are they for?” Vriska asked, ignoring his question.
John shrugged. “they’re not really for anything. they’re just sort of there.”
Vriska started rubbing his nipples.
“that still kind of hurts,” John said. “your skin is too rough.”
“Are all humans this soft? You’re like a wriggler.” Vriska removed her finger, and slid it into her mouth.
Vriska removed her finger from her mouth, now shining with saliva. She brought the finger back down to his nipple and started drawing circles around it.
“vriska, what are you doing?” John asked. “guy’s nipples aren’t really a thing.”
“They look like a thing to me,” Vriska said. “Look, it’s getting hard. That's cute.”
As Vriska ran her rough and slippery finger around John’s nipple, he was surprised to find that it was starting to get hard. More than that, Vriska’s touches were starting to feel good.
Finally, Vriska had stopped playing with his nipple and finished stripping. That was when John first saw her bone bulge. John knew about it in advance. He had been given a crash course in troll anatomy. It didn’t really prepare him, though. The bulge unsettled John. It was longer than his penis, but very thin. It was definitely the most alien part of Vriska. For the most part, she looked human. If you painted her a different color and gave her a pair of sweet shades, she could probably even pass for human. Well, if you hid the horns, of course.
Vriska's bone bulge looked nothing like a human penis. It looked more like a rose stem. It was long and thin, and was covered in what looked like little thorns. It flared out a bit at the top in three petal-like flaps of skin. There was also a little bump right at the tip, and in the center of that was a hole. John’s erection had gone down rather quickly when he had seen it, but then Vriska had guided his hand to it, and he had rubbed it with his fingertips, feeling both the soft suppleness of her skin and the hard bone structure inside of it. Vriska had moaned in appreciation as he touched it, and John had reacted to her pleasure by once again becoming erect.
And now it was his turn to show what he had, and Vriska was looking at it with a little moue of distaste, flicking it with her finger, and asking what she could do with it.
John covered his cock with his hands. Her flick had hurt, and he was sort of afraid that she would do it again.
“um…” he said, “don’t you have something else? a nook or something?”
“Yeah, 8ut,” Vriska started. “W8, let me show you.”
She took hold of his hand again, and guided it between her legs, below her bone bulge. John found himself blushing madly, and as he touched the skin around Vriska’s nether regions, his erection began to get so hard that it hurt. His fingers were just in front of her vagina, or rather, her nook, and Vriska was guiding him further.
There was a depression in her skin, and as his fingers moved into it, John could feel his heart pounding harder and harder in his chest. And then he reached the bottom of the depression, and all he felt was…
More flesh.
Vriska’s “nook” was a small indentation, no more than half an inch deep. There was nothing else different about it. There was no vagina, no opening. Nothing but more skin.
“See?”
“yeah,” John said. “i guess i hadn’t thought that much about this weird alien stuff. how do trolls, you know…”
“Fill pails?”
John nodded.
“Well, that’s not the whole nook, it’s just the entrance. There’s a protective covering of skin. You 8reak it with the 8one 8ulge.”
John thought for a moment. “human women have something like that too. it’s called a hymen.”
“How do humans 8reak it?”
“well i haven’t done it before,” John said. “but i think you just push through it with your penis… your bulge…”
Vriska looked skeptical. She took hold of John’s cock with three of her fingers, and slid them up and down. “How does this 8reak through anything? It doesn’t even have a 8one inside of it.”
"i don't know. i've never really done this before."
Vriska sighed. “We can try it, I guess.” She crawled to him and straddled his cock. Her breasts were right at face level, and John could feel her bone bulge pressing against his stomach. She lowered herself down until the head of his penis was in the entrance to her nook. She pressed down hard against him.
John could feel the pressure on the head of his cock. It sort of hurt. “hey vriska? i really don’t think this is working.”
“May8e I just need to use more force,” Vriska said. She slid upward and then slammed her hips back down, and the entrance of her nook jammed against his cock.
“ow!” John's cock bent painfully. “vriska, please stop. this really, REALLY isn't working.”
Vriska sat back. “Well, this sucks."
“sorry, but there’s not really anything i can do about it.” John felt frustration welling up inside him. They were so close, and everything seemed to be going wrong. “maybe you should be less alien.”
“John, clearly that is a8surd. You're the one that's an alien. We made your world, so you’re the weirdo copies of us.” She paused for a moment. “W8. You are weirdo clones of us. May8e we can do it the other way. What if I use my 8one 8ulge?”
“i don’t have a nook,” John said.
“How is that even possible?” Vriska asked. “Your species is stupid. What if two guys want to fill 8uckets?”
“well,” John started. Then he stopped and thought for a moment. “i guess human males do have something like a nook. i mean, i guess i know something about gay sex from dave, but…”
“But what? Don’t you want to have sex with me, John?”
“no, i do. it's just... i'm not gay. i don't do that sort of thing.”
"John, do you have any idea how stupid you sound? 8eing gay is where two human males pail with each other, right? Do I look like a human male?"
"no, i mean... it's not... look, i'm afraid of you putting that thing inside of me. it's gross and weird!"
Vriska's mouth curled into a snarl. “8re you c8lling me gr8ss, John? 8ecause that wouldn't 8e v8ry delic8. I th8nk I would h8ve to 8e 8ngry at you if th8t's what you w8re s8ying."
"no! stop twisting my words!" John looked away from Vriska's glare and took a deep breath. "i'm sorry, i'm just scared. your bulge is so big, and having anal sex isn't something that i've ever thought about. just give me some time to think about it."
Vriska rolled her eyes. "John, what you're saying is still dumb. My 8ulge is thinner than yours, so it will go in much, much easier. I don't have to put it all the way in if it doesn't fit. How about this: I'll just stick the tip in, and if you don't like it we can stop?"
John's stomach was clenched up tight. It felt like it was pulsing in time with his heart. He shuddered. He looked as far away from Vriska as he could; at the carpet that was scattered with his stuff, at the empty ceiling, at his bureau, but there was nothing to see anywhere. Vriska was watching him and he had to make a decision.