YUSEIPOSITIVE

With an exasperated sigh, Yusei Fudo set down his crystal ball, and leaned against a pink slab of stone. It was very warm to the touch, as was the entire pitch black and steam-filled hallway he was in.

 

Despite making excellent time, it hadn't been easy getting down there. Tearing apart the eldritch temple looked after by his consorts was simple, but coercing them into sharing where the knowledge he sought wasn't.

 

With minimal force, he had found success, confronting an aging sage in a small study. He had warily listened to his stern requests, and told his that all he sought was in the deepest parts of the crypts, which cut through rainbow waterways and went deep near the core of the planet, where hot springs flowed and the most ancient of libraries lay dormant.

 

He had warned his, though, that he'd need to submit to extreme trials if he wished to have what he sought with so little effort. Yusei ignored the warning, and went on his way, leaving his loyal consort Salamancer behind to be cared for.

 

It had been too exhausting and risky to rip open the earth itself to get at a treasure this deep, threatening to flood the hidden pockets he wished to dive into. So he had trucked it on foot, boring through stone and rushing down wet stairs, destroying the occasional minion.

 

It had grown almost unbearably warm and damp, though. The young necromancer had already captchalogued his shoes and socks, leaving his barefoot. Rubbing his black-painted toes, Fudo sighed once more and began to adjust himself. The steam and heat of the walls made everything very wet, making his wish he had more suitable clothing on hand.

 

Pursing his lips, and mindful of the time, he opted for comfort. It was dark and steamy enough to render his nearly invisible to any prying eyes, he reasoned. First, he loosed the pink band about his waist, letting the dark robe go slack. He writhed his shoulders and bent his arms, pulling the collar so it stretched wide, pushing it down to his waist. His upper body was exposed, revealing the pink shirt he wore underneath. It was incredibly tight and thin, making no secret of his braless chest. His two pert, torpedo-shaped tits were plainly visible through the damp pink fabric, which clung to his skin wetly. He may as well have been wearing paint for all the coverage it afforded his, but it was vastly more comfortable to have the air on his skin.

 

He swore, Kanaya had made the shirt tight on purpose. He stared for a second in fascination at his lewd appearance, poking at one of his large nipples; his tits might have been small, but the nubs resting on top of them certainly weren't.

 

Realizing what he was doing, Yusei shook his head and tsk'd. The hot air was dulling his brain; he knew it was no time to fondle himself like a hormone-addled sensualist. Instead, he summoned forth his compact and hair brush, and looked at himself in it, redoing his lips and eyes, and brushing his damp hair back into place. He didn't have time to play with himself to calm down, but he damn well had time for the habit of making himself look good. Smacking his black lips, he put on the finishing touches, and started to make his way back down the hall.

 

Yusei raised the orb high for light, his feet splashing in puddles, as he stared at the rivulets of water trailing down the walls, forming steam clouds that obscured his vision. The black robe sagged with water, outlining the shape of his legs and the sway of his hips as he walked.

 

The Seer successfully ignored his slowly hardening nipples, exhaling as his face flushed pink. Inwardly, he allowed a curse. The conditions he was in reminded his strongly of the hot showers he loved to take, which was also when he masturbated; his body was responding to the heat, quietly begging for attention.

 

His steps slowed as he grit his teeth, angry that he was actually horny enough to let it affect his usual careful thinking. He debated trying to get off to have it over with quickly, but stubborn pride won, and he simply kept marching forth, doing his best to ignore how damp the air and his robe had made his panties, making each step a reminder as they rode up between his lips.

 

Just when he was starting to feel frustrated enough to want to do something about it, Yusei stumbled, going shin-deep into a surge of hot water. Paying closer attention to his surroundings, he waved the steam away and observed that the passage had opened up into a misty cavern of water. Hot springs surged forth all about in a melodious fashion, and scant rays of rainbow light came down from gems and moss growing in the ceiling.

 

It was quite beautiful, he had to admit. The walls of the cave were inscribed with mystic runes, seeming to detail the civilization of the consorts of his Land, and strange rituals he couldn't make immediate sense of, all seeming to revolve around egg-shaped objects. He was obviously someplace sacred to the turtles, not that he particularly cared.

 

Sloshing into the waters, Yusei hiked up his robe, savoring the intense heat all around his as he waded knee-deep into the warm lake. Judging by the depth he was at, he had to be close to the crypts he sought. He was thankful for the more open and fresh air; the heat was enough to make his head spin, and edge dangerously close to hedonistic thoughts. Every surge of hot water that kissed against his thighs didn't help, nor did his outfit and makeup giving his the image of an eager bathhouse solicitor.

 

Flexing his legs as he pushed on, Yusei let go of the nagging heat inside of his and fixated on the far end of the cavern. He spotted a large set of stairs that seemed to dip downwards, and moved to go descend them. As he neared the walls, he almost fell right into a drop in the lake floor, down into a swirling pool. He barely managed to catch himself, hands thrusting out to grab onto a slippery rock to hold himself steady, legs spread wide over the drop as one foot stepped onto a jutting step-stone.

 

Making a noise of disgust, Yusei cursed the cavern for making his so sloppy and dense. He summoned forth the dark Thorns, intent on simply floating across the waters.

 

But the second the Thorns were in his free hand, the waters underneath his rippled and surged, as a small geyser of water shot up, directly between his spread legs.

 

The Seer didn't quite shout -- the sensation of hot water jetting directly against his mound provoked more of a surprised yelp, or, if he wanted to be honest with himself, a short, screaming moan. His legs buckled as the flow puhed against his, and the Thorns slipped from his grasp, vanishing into the dark pool. He didn't dare let go lest he slip and fall against the rocks, forcing his to stand and let the hot waters gush against his. If not for his panties, the flow might have gone inside of his. The heat and force was still enough to induce an unexpected and stomach-wrenching orgasm.

 

It stopped quickly, leaving Yusei with clenched teeth, drool dripping over his quivering black lips. His thighs spasmed as he regained control; breathing unsteadily, he pulled his legs together and whimpered as he leaned against a stable rock. He didn't dare touch himself for fear of coming again, and could only rock his hips back and forth gently as he savored the afterglow.

 

Swallowing, the young woman looked at the pool in accusation, and swore to himself at the clumsy loss of his precious weapon. He would need to get it back right away. Still weak in the legs, Yusei slowly slogged from the pool to try to regain his composure.

 

Muddled from the heat and his orgasm, he didn't notice the hulking shadow that had been observing his since he walked over the pool, and backed right into it. Yusei whipped around in shock, but started to fall over, his footing lost. To his surprise his supposed assailant caught his; two huge arms of bulging fuchsia muscle caught his up and lifted his without effort out of the water.

 

Panic set in, and he raised a fist to fight back; but sensing no hostility, the Seer instead cleared his eyes and observed.

 

The two huge arms cradled his, attached to the body of a truly massive consort, easily taller than he was. It appeared to be some kind of dark colored turtle with draconic and humanoid features, back adorned by a glittering hell with gem-like spikes, which protected a powerful body of rocky muscle. It had the face of a dragon more than a turtle, and looked at his with dimwitted, but kind eyes. One claw reached up to brush away a strand of stray hair.

 

Yusei licked his lips nervously; he didn't expect to meet a consort like this, much less unarmed and so compromised. Yet, it didn't appear hostile to his, for which he was grateful. He carefully didn't admit to himself that the sensation of being so easily lifted by the creature's strength was an elating. Lacking ideas, he swallowed, and tried diplomacy.

 

"Hello there. Thank you for catching me before I suffered an embarrassing fall. If you could set me down, I need help retri-- hey. Oh! Nhhhn."

 

The draconic consort grumbled pleasantly when he spoke, and began to stride across the cavern purposefully. Yusei's legs ended up straddling one huge arm, silencing his with a panicked look; still sensitive from his surprise earlier, he found it hard to articulate anything when a bulging bicep was rubbing against his inner thighs. The Seer was growing flush with heat again, his body traitorously refusing to be calm after such a sudden release.

 

"L-listen. I n-need to get to the crypts beneath here. Pl-please just put me down and..."

 

His train of thought was lost when he was set down in the center of a rocky outcroppings, onto a bed of warm, slimy, rainbow colored moss. Yusei looked up, seeing a statue erected above the wet bed. His eyes went wide with thrilled horror as he observed the monument;

 

It looked for all the world like a beautiful, well endowed woman holding onto a large egg. Yusei's legs, spread wide apart, slowly slid closed as he felt a knot form in the pit of his stomach. He looked back to the hulking reptilian hybrid, as it slowly clambered onto the bed with his.

 

"Oh. Oh, oh no. No no no no... you mustn't. Just, wait."

 

The consort slowed and stopped, placing both hands down at either side of his body. Yusei's breath quickened, his tits heaving as they pointed up proudly, each nipple rock hard and pleading for attention. He felt his legs slowly spread again; the young woman turned his head away as he considered what he was doing.

 

He needed to get into that crypt. He had been told there'd be a price. He was now helpless without his Thorns, and needed aid to get them back safely. His logical side reasoned that this was the quickest and most fair trade to get what he wanted.

 

Of course, the hormone-drenched side of his mind, painted dark with lust, was telling his he wanted this badly. Yusei had never been terribly interested in men to be sure, but one fantasy that had always aroused his xenophilic mind was the thought of being taken by a monstrous beast. And hise he was now, on an altar of physical submission seemingly designed just for his, with a freakishly muscle-bound dragon-thing ready to have its way with his.

 

He was nearly hyperventilating. His tongue wouldn't stop tracing against his pouting lips, and his legs were already pushed open so wide that they ached. The consort loomed overhead, hot drool leaking from its sharp teeth, eyes taking his in with a primordial kind of need.

 

Yusei closed his eyes and squirmed a little, before he looked up. He nodded, frantically.

 

"F-fine. Do it. Do it! I consent; fuck me!"

 

The hybrid monster groaned loudly. There was a wet and vile sound from between its hunched legs, and Yusei yelped as something heavy slapped down inches from his throbbing pussy. Daring to look, he saw a huge and misshapen organ, fat and bloated save for the tip, which was much thinner. He stared in fascination, and wondered how he could possibly couple with the beast without it killing his.

 

He felt it grasp his robe, and he screeched as it tore it to shreds, pulling his body up and letting it fall back down into the slime bed, making his ass slap wetly. Not wasting time, it grabbed his drenched panties and pulled, forcing them up into his slit. Yusei stuttered a moan when the fabric started to scrape against his engorged clit, and he fell back down again when the bands finally snapped.

 

That was it. Lit by the rainbow glow of the moss, skin shiny with slime, Yusei Fudo spread his legs and was now utterly at the mercy of the consort. All that was left was the flimsy pink shirt he wore, now transparent against his wet skin. He began to fondle his nipples through the silky fabric, black lips pursed as he sucked in air in anticipation of penetration.

 

There was a pause, as the dragon-turtle looked down at his, and slowly leaned over to the statue's egg. It took the girl's cum-soaked panties, and rubbed them against the orb messily, and then did the same with some of its own precum, before finally slapping a handful of water on.

 

The statue changed color, shifting from a dull gray to a brilliant pink, as the ritual of mating began.

 

Yusei, still occupied with his breasts, nearly threw himself off the mossy bed as he felt a spasm of fire rocket up his loins, and right into his womb. He felt a burning cramp of pain that quickly subsided into a throbbing heat. The horny Seer grunted as he pressed his hands between his legs, and curled up as the spasms continued. He could feel something changing inside of his, but had no idea what.

 

The consort waited patiently, until the orb dulled to a blushed pink. It then growled, and grabbed the legs of the young woman, forcing them wide open. Yusei screamed, slapping his hands down and thrusting his chest up. His entire body was on fire, aroused beyond what he thought possible. Drool spilled onto his bare stomach; he moaned in helpless desire as the snaking tip of the hulking turtle pressed against his red and swollen lips. His clit, nearly an inch with arousal, stuck out needfully.

 

It was happening. Though he had put plenty of things inside of himself before, Yusei had never been fucked by someone else. His virginity would be given to the monstrous beast that towered above his.

 

The tip pushed in slowly; for all its aggression, the consort was not cruel. Yusei let out a soft cry as he felt it penetrate his, worming its way in. The incredible girth pressed in slowly, struggling to slip past his engorged labia, and then into the tight confines beyond. Yusei clenched his teeth and felt the air go out of his as he stared down, and watched his pussy expand impossibly wide to take the beast's size, going dark red as it throbbed madly. He couldn't think rationally, unable to comprehend through his lust how he was taking the turtle's fist-thick cock without being split open, much less enjoying every inch forced inside.

 

It wasn't long before it bottomed out, crammed into his distended pussy, the tip grinding hard against his cervix. Eyes closed and mouth wide open, Yusei leaned back and pressed a hand down, feeling the huge reptilian cock squirming inside of his.

 

He let out an echoing scream as an orgasm took his by force. His hips bucked madly, but the freakish organ was too big, trapped inside of his, leaving his stuck to the monster as he came. His body seized up, and if anyone could see them from behind, they'd only observe two slender and pale legs thrashing against the sides of the dark colored monster.

 

His orgasm lasted nearly a minute. Panting, Yusei bent his head up and looked, staring with aroused fascination at the throbbing bulge outlined through his stomach. He could feel every inch of his insides being distended and filled, without a hint of pain beyond a dull throb. He rubbed the organ hard through his stomach, eager to keep going.

 

The consort took the hint, and suddenly pressed its weight down, forcing Yusei to gasp as the air was stolen from his lungs. The beast pulled up, taking Yusei's hips with it, and then pushed back down. Yusei swore loudly, grabbing handfuls of slime and smearing them all over his tits. The turtle, ever-patient, held Yusei down this time as it pulled. Yusei stopped and tensed up right away, eyes rolling back as he felt the beast's girth begin to come out of his. He felt as though he were giving birth to the awful thing, and fell victim to anothis orgasm when it was halfway out.

 

He came to a few moments later, shaken and sweaty, and experienced a new sensation. The consort appeared to be coming inside of his, but not with force; he could feel its cock throbbing, the hard tip squirting out a small stream of hot fluid. It filled his slowly, and the Seer relaxed, letting watery mist spray his face as he savored the ache in his stomach. Part of his wondered if it was all over.

 

The answer came when he felt a spasm inside of his. It was small, but steady, and a moment of thought told his it was his cervix, reacting to the fluids being ejaculated against it. The young woman opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off when the consort suddenly leaned up and pushed into his again. Yusei groaned and bit down, gripping the muscular arms. The two embraced as it made its way back inside of his... and when the tip bottomed out, he felt something.

 

His cervix felt strange, weirdly warm and swollen, but without pain. The hard tip rubbed against it, sending a trill into his body, making his squirm and cry out.

 

When he felt the tip start to slowly penetrate his cervix, true panic overtook his, along with a smaller orgasm. His mind was starting to blank out from sensory overload, and he pleaded with himself to ask how any of this was possible. Panic was shattered by need, though, when the tip popped through the tight ring of muscle, and ejaculated hot cum directly into his womb.

 

Yusei couldn't even scream. The sensation was too much, and all he could manage was a noiseless exhale of air. It was inside of his, as deep as it could go. What the greedy Seer had not counted on, in his lust, was that he'd have to do more than just sexually service the beast.

 

The ritual was almost over. Taking care to hold on, the dragon-turtle began to audibly groan, thrusting in harder, forcing the tip to push against the back of Fudo's womb, sending his into a mind-numbing series of orgasms. Tears rolled down his cheeks, stained black by mascara, as drool poured ceaselessly past his clenched teeth. With his eyes rolling back into his head, Yusei held on for dear life.

 

He only started to scream again when he felt the first egg make its way down the beast's ovipositor, making his pussy bulge obscenely as it muscled through. A small bump had already appeared below his navel, where the hot fluid gushed into his rapidly swelling womb. He almost passed out as the egg forced past his cervix, and then was laid inside of his securely.

 

The pleasure was beyond his reckoning. Protected by spells of fertility and breeding, Yusei's body forced his to experience every sensation without the pain, cracking his mind with the sheer intensity of the fucking. No amount of masturbation could have steeled him for this.

 

When the second egg entered his, his mind and body finally gave out from the overload of sensations. He continued to spasm and groan as the eggs poured into his, his womb bulging with cum.

 

When the breeder consort was done, it pulled out slowly, its girth shrinking. There was a wet sucking noise as it popped out, followed by a loud squelch as the girl's pussy ejaculated a watery spray of cum. It did so several times, until it finally settled down, his clit pulsing up and down in orgasm.

 

Yusei woke much later, groaning, his entire body warm and achey. He rolled onto his side and pressed a hand to his stomach, feeling its size; he easily looked 9 months pregnant now, and he could feel the heat in his womb as the eggs pushed around. He could hardly believe what had happened.

 

Pushing himself up, the Seer cringed at his aching body. Swallowing hard, he looked around, and found the consort nowhere to be seen. However, lying next to his were two vital things; his recovered Thorns, and a soft white robe.

 

Shucking off his ruined shirt, Yusei threw the robe on, and took the Thorns. For a long moment, he considered their use in purging his body of the eggs inside of his.

 

But after a pause, he reconsidered. There was no damage, and no pain, and he had consented to what had happened. He also admitted that the intense heat inside of his egg-impregnated womb felt... good. Yusei sighed. Hopefully the eggs would come out soon. There was NO way he could explain this to the other three.

 

Walking slowly, holding his stomach carefully through the robe, Yusei made his way to the edge of the cavern again near the stairs. He pulled the hood of his new robe up and sighed. But no sooner did he take a step, when he felt a flower of heat bloom in his stomach. Gasping, he pressed a hand to his mouth, and squatted down.

 

Something wanted to come out. He felt his cervix swell, and braced for pain -- but nothing hurt. The spells put on his seemed to want his to enjoy this. After a brief pause, Yusei reached under his robe, and carefully grasped his still-erect clit, masturbating it.

 

Cooing softly, the Seer felt his pussy swell. He leaned his head back and cried out as he came again, as his cervix opened. An egg pushed out, along with a hot gush of fluid, which quickly forced its way out. Grunting, Yusei spread his abused lips, and made a happy sound as he gave birth to the fist-sized, prismatic-colored orb. It plopped down into the hot waters, and glowed brightly, ready to hatch.

 

Wiping his brow, Yusei stood up, and regarded the egg fondly. He left it where it was, and moved on to the stairs of the crypt, his black lips curled into a contented smile. He had so many more inside of his ready to come out, when the time was right.