john/equius large insertion tinydrabble

It had all started when that time of the year came around. The day when the Imperial Drone knocked on the doors of trolls far and wide, to collect either buckets or lives. Such a day was known to all trolls, of all parts of the galaxy, and even when Alternia ceased to be and the species was cut down to a mere twleve individuals, the primal urges remained.

For the most part, the trolls had all managed to mate. Terezi had filled buckets with Dave, Gamzee and Nepeta had had a rather frisky "feelings jam", and even Eridan managed to find a pity partner in a sympathetic Jade. Still, there remained one troll who couldn't fill a pail, not because he was a loner, but because of the threat of injury.

Even Aradia, now a flesh-and-blood God Tier, was unable to help Equius. He was simply so STRONG that he physically couldn't mate with anybody. He tried and built a robot, but it wasn't enough to satisfy the troll's compulses. The burning in his loins was driving him crazy, and Nepeta had spread the word that Equius needed release. Most of the group had tried to help, but it wasn't until now that relief came in the form of one John Egbert.

During his adventure, John had alchemized what he referred to as "ghostly gauntlets", a pair of disembodied hands that could be controlled by a pair of special gloves. Under any other circumstances, Equius would have been appaled at the concept of using such a lewd method of "reproduction", but there was no other way to satisfy the needs burning away at his very soul.

And so he found himself face to face with John, in an isolated corner of the labs. Equius had already stripped to his briefs, and John had prepared both the gauntlets and an industrial-strength alchemized vat of lubricant. A plain bucket sat on the floor, between the two.

"Um...are you sure you're ready?" remarked John. He was obviously somewhat timid of the task he was to perform, but Equius was shaking and twitching, and it was clear there wasn't much of a choice to be made.

"Y..yes, human, I am ready. You may...you may proceed at any t-time."

Equius' breath was coming out in desperate gasps, voice wavering as he trembled from sheer desire. Every STRONG muscle in his body felt like it was on fire, and most distressingly, not a drop of sweat could be found. As he tore off his remaining clothes, to reveal his well-hung bone bulge, he heard John dipping the spooky fingers of the ghostly gauntlets into the lubricant. Before Equius could bring himself to begin begging the lowly human to start, a massive finger brushed against the inside of his legs.

"Oh...y-yes, please, please do th-AAH!"

Equius was cut off by the other gauntlet gripping his bulge, squeezing it between it's thumb and index finger and rubbing the entire shaft. John wasn't quite sure what he was to be doing, but he could tell it was working by the way Equius squirmed and groaned.

Mustering courage, John inserted a wet finger into Equius' rear. A loud, powerful gasp tore open the blueblood's lips and his entire body jerked upwards. Now fully suspended in mid-air, sweat was once again dripping from Equius' muscles, and John continued probing within the waste chute while speeding up the other hand's stroking.

"Oh god, oh...oh my...yes...yes, that's.." Equius flung his head back, panting and moaning as John's fingers expertly worked within him. The front gauntlet was now gripping the entity of Equius' crotch, pumping the shaft, and as a second finger entered his ass, Equius swore he could see white stars dancing across the ceiling.

Finally, the pressure became too much, and with an animalistic roar, a STRONG blast of blue jizz exploded from Equius. Although his aim was true, the fluid splashed out of the bucket, filling it three times over and splattering the floor. John had to step back, to avoid being drenched in the torrent of semen, and before long Equius was on his knees, panting and sweating.

"Th...thank y-you...human..."

Looking up, Equius saw that John was grinning in his usual derpy way.

"Any time!"