The following is a patron requested drabble. Fandom: Ben Ten/Thundercats. Pesky Dust x Wilykit.
Ben really needed to learn when to leave well enough alone he thought.
He had managed to defeat a robotic alien who had been trying to take over the multi-verse using an infinite energy machine and a portal device that held open a worm hole to different dimensions.
But Ben had just not been able to stop himself from mouthing off, and the villain had used the last of his freedom to shove Ben into the portal generator before it exploded. Ben barely had time to transform into an alien, and of all possible aliens, it was Pesky Dust.
Thankfully, he survived the passage through the portal which spit him out into Third Earth, but because the omnitrix could no longer confirm that its holder was safe, it refused to time out, leaving him trapped in Pesky Dust form.
He had been exploring the land since, looking for some way to get back. Instead, while exploring a dense forest, he found a humanoid feline girl rubbing herself raw. His eyes widened as he saw Wilykit, absolutely going to town on herself.
Evidently it was mating season for her, and with no partner, she was forced to tend to herself. Pesky Dust watched a bit too long perhaps before trying to leave.
Unfortunately, he had given Kit time to see him. He expected her to shout or panic or at least be embarrassed. To his nervous surprise, she simply grinned at him. Pesky Dust tried to bolt before anything happened, but the feline girl was too quick for him.
Wilykit snatched the fairy boy out of the air, bringing him close to her and kissing him heatedly. He tried to wriggle out of her grip, but couldn't. He tried to think of a plan, but it was difficult to do so with a large, rough feline tongue dominating his mouth.
She only needed the one hand to hold him down, and so used the other-or rather, the claws on the other-to remove his clothing. Much as he wanted to get away, his body had still reacted to the scene he had stumbled into, and his small fairy member was standing at attention for Wilykit at she freed him.
Pesky Dust shuddered at the hungry look in Kit's eyes as she saw his member. The difference in size didn't seem to bother her in the slightest. She moved her head down, sinking her fangs into Pesky Dust's neck and shoulder to leave a painful mark on him; an establishment of dominance.
Gulping, Pesky Dust just decided to lay back and let the clearly feral feline girl do as she pleased. Seeing this, Kit grinned and moved back up, moving herself over Pesky Dust's cock, dropping herself hard.
Pesky Dust grunted as he felt Wilykit hilt him hard inside of her young, needy cunt. It wasn't difficult to do so given the size disparity, and Kit began grinding her hips down; practically grinding Pesky's poor fairy body into the dirt as she took his cock as roughly and as deep as she possibly could.
Her hips pumped hard, bouncing them both roughly as her tail swished excitedly. She shuddered when she felt Pesky Dust cum, the overwhelming intensity being more than the fairy like alien could handle, but her movements didn't stop, nor did her rough pace slow in the slightest.
Not until she had cum herself, which took several more minutes and another climax from Pesky Dust. She panted slightly from the release, but wasn't quite done with her new little friend.
Pesky Dust had just breathed a sigh of relief as Wilykit lifted herself up; only to suddenly slam herself back down, taking his small rod now in her other hole.
Pesky came even faster from Kit's ass, and the riding was starting to really hurt now; but a quirk of the species he currently was prevented his member softening at all.
The body could sense Wilykit's need to rut, and so would remain stiff until she was satisfied, no matter how long it took or how much damage he took in the process.
It didn't take long for Wilykit to pick up on this, her tail swishing even faster as she kept going, making him drain himself into her eager ass again and again, not stopping until she physically couldn't anymore.
Pesky Dust panted heavily as Wilykit finally got off of him. He had drifted in and out of consciousness while she had rode him, but now was his chance.
He couldn't fly, his wings were too damaged at the moment, so he rolled over and attempted to crawl away... only for Kit to snatch him up from the ground.
He whimpered as she held him tight, placing him between her small breasts as she put her clothes back up, trapping him in place. Evidently, she intended to keep him...