Masterlist for Kinkspiration Round 1: Bestiality

[marguerite_26]

Round 1 Challenge:
Kink: Bestiality
Posting date: Oct 18th
Any fandom, any pairing.
Both Fic and Art are welcome.

If you wrote or drew for this round, post your entry to your own journal today and give us a link or leave a comment with your fic below (anon postings are welcome).
what is all this?
still looking for inspiration


Round 1 Entries

ART
Magic Dragon by reni_m [NWS] Dragon!Merlin/Arthur
Dragonlord by bamphigoury [WS, non-con] Kilgharrah/Merlin
Slither by astridfire [NWS] pairing/fandom of your choice
mersula (or) look, ma, no hands! by novemberlite Tentacle!Merlin/Arthur [NWS]
tentacles, anyone? by oteap Gwen/Tentacles [NWS]

FIC
Pack Instinct by marguerite_26 Merlin/Arthur [NC-17, warnings] (2.6k)
Summary: Arthur didn’t know why finding his spirit animal was important, but Merlin insisted and Arthur rarely got his way these days.

cry wolf by novemberlite Merlin/Arthur [NC-17, warnings] (1.6k)
Summary: once upon a time, merlin met a wolf in the woods. guess who?

hush now by anon Merlin/Horse [NC-17, warnings (including watersports + others listed in post)] (~1k)

Strays by mijeli Harry/Draco [R] (2.5k)
Summary: The dog lifted his head and turned, and Draco's breath caught. Could Potter smell him?

Brannon by cyus Colin/OMC, Colin/Bradley, Colin/dog [NC-17] (3.5k)
Summary: The drunken shags followed by weeks of guilt are wearing him down enough that he's just looking for a small break.

Thief in the Night by angelqueen04 Gwen/Morgana [NC-17, warnings] (1.2k)
Summary: The floors of Camelot were freezing to Morgana’s reptillian skin. Futurefic, set after Gwen becomes Queen.

Berries and Dogs by yue_ix Arthur/Merlin, Merlin/dog [NC-17] (3k)
Summary: It would be just the two of them and a few dogs for the whole time. No one ever noticed that Merlin sometimes came back a little more sore, and a lot happier, than he ought to be.

I Dal Myrddin gan ei Cynffon by darksagegrl0 Cat!Merlin/Arthur [NC-17] (1.9k)

Hear the sigh of the trees by renrenren3Caroline/Tyler [Vampire Diaries [NC-17] (1.4k)

You are mine... by catarotta Merlin/Arthur [NC-17] (1.6k)

The Blessing by corilannam Merlin/unicorn, Merlin/Arthur [NC-17] (4k)


Round 2 will be announced tomorrow.

Comments

[reni-m.livejournal.com]

Let's start with some art!

Magic Dragon (http://einahpets.dreamwidth.org/3031.html)

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

YAYAYAY!!! OUR FIRST ENTRY EVER! *beams*

and it's so lovely! Thank you for playing with us! :D

[winnett.livejournal.com]

Very nice! I love Dragon!Merlin! And it makes so much sense.

[bamphigoury.livejournal.com]

*grumble, grumble* darn enablers.....

So here is Kilgarrah, who's had it up to here with Merlin's ass-hattery.

Definitely could be interpreted as non-con, so be warned.

http://bamphigoury.livejournal.com/1598.html

[reni-m.livejournal.com]

\o/
Glad to see you here!
We should start a dragon club.

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

holy fuck, amph. that hit allll my buttons.

[xsmoonshine.livejournal.com]

are late entries ok? i have been abed the past week with a pretty bad fever, but still planning to write when i can sit upright for a bit.

[novemberlite.livejournal.com]

i'd say yes! this wasn't really a hardcore deadline type of thing, more like a 'we hope you'll be inspired and here's a date if you can make it!'

if you end up posting a little later you can still pop in here and we'll add you to the masterpost. GIVE ME ALLLLLLLLLL THE FICCCCC

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

yes! Ideally we'd love to have lots of bestiality post on the 18th but WHENEVER YOU CAN is awesome. :)

[corilannam.livejournal.com]

Whee! So excited (and desperately trying to finish at least one of mine!)

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

EEE!!! I squeed when I saw your name and I was scrolling quick hoping your comment included a link. go! go finish!!!! *grabby hands*

[novemberlite.livejournal.com]

YOU CAN DO IT

i am in the same boat ummm like 200 words to go. FASTERRRRR

p.s. i will wait on your unicorn/merlin thing FOREVER IF I MUST

[astridfire.livejournal.com]

I drew this: Slither (http://astridfire.livejournal.com/41498.html#cutid1) :)

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

that is sofa king hot. *stares forever*

[novemberlite.livejournal.com]

hello. i should like to contribute this (http://novemberlite.livejournal.com/34115.html#cutid1) and this. (http://novemberlite.livejournal.com/34419.html)


GOOD DAY TO YOU SIR.

shades of bestiality, underage, incest tones/fantasy 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

hush now

As a child, Merlin never liked horses. They were too erratic and huge and bitey, and they looked at him funny, as if they knew he was different. It wasn’t until he felt that he could control his magic -- and in turn his fears -- that he began to develop any kind of comfort around the huge animals. And by then, he’d stretched out and grown much taller than his mother and a good head taller than Will, and he didn’t feel as dwarfed next to the village’s singular pony or the fine mounts hobbled in the square when travelers stopped in Ealdor for the night.

When illness swept through the village on the spring of his fourteenth year, Merlin took to the stable to cover for Will’s chores while Will rested abed. The pony, fondly called Charger for aspiring to greater purposes in its youth, snuffed at him from the stall beside the visiting healer’s jumpy stallion.

Merlin produced half-rotten apples to try to appease the beasts. Charger took his and crunched at it happily, while the stallion turned away from him, evidently not one to be bribed. When the horse’s tail lifted high, Merlin gasped at the sight of its heavy, huge bollocks. They shone faintly, as if the skin were stretched too tight.

“Fine, don’t eat,” he said, voice dry. He adjusted his breeches and frowned. It wasn’t right to nurse a full prick while staring at a horse’s arse. But knowing that just made his heart beat faster, the way it did when his mind wandered to dark edges when he took himself in hand spying on Will taking a piss or his mother bent over a pail of water sweeping a wet cloth along her breasts.

He looked over his shoulder to make sure the stable door was closed, and when he saw nothing but a fat hen waddling through the straw, he shoved his hands into his breeches and pushed his wrist hard against his prick, pinning it to his flat belly.

Maybe the stallion smelled him and knew, or maybe it was just odd luck, but as Merlin began rubbing himself, just teasing as the darkness began to bubble up, the horse’s prick peeked from it’s velvety sheath -- a mottled pink and white thing that grew and grew until it hung like an arm. Merlin startled, biting back a yelp, when the horse began to piss.

He laughed shakily, watching the stream pour into the straw in the stall. He’d have to clean it up later, but now it just made him feel warm and shivery. There were no words for the things he wanted, for the desires that crept into his dreams.

He wanted wet. He wanted heavy. He wanted in. He wanted under. He wanted heavy sleek things under his hands and big hard things in his mouth. He wanted to get on his hands and knees like a bitch in heat and lower his head and wait for something. He wanted to mount and grip and push and fuck and feel fleshy heat around his prick. He wanted he wanted he wanted.

Charger whinnied beside him and Merlin hissed, “Hush now.” Then, struck by dizzying want, he ducked into the pony’s stall and pushed up against its side to feel the smooth heat of its flank against his cheek. “Just be quiet,” he whispered, shoving his breeches down his thighs to get a proper grip. A low whine sounded in his throat, and Charger snorted.

Merlin fucked his palm and canted his hips forward and rubbed his face at the softness of the horse and petted it with his free hand and wished for more than this, for hands on his body, in his body. He closed his eyes but still saw the stallion’s huge, meaty prick and his arsehole twitched at the forbidden thought of being filled up with a prick like that.

Re: shades of bestiality, underage, incest tones/fantasy 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

Close now, nostrils flaring with whistled pants, Merlin gave in to the flood of images. The stallion, the smell of piss, Hunith washing quickly between her legs, Will letting Merlin put his finger in him on a dare, the tall trader who had looked Merlin up and down slowly once like he’d been a meal steaming on the hearth. And then he came, rocking back to shoot into the straw below the pony’s big round belly.

Merlin caught his breath in gulps and hurried to fasten his breeches, shame chasing after him like a blast of rain down his back. “I’m sorry,” he said to Charger, to the idea of his mother catching him, to the pain on Will’s face when he didn’t want to kiss him anymore. He squeezed his eyes closed against the hot sting of tears and sighed. “I’m sorry…”

[mijeli.livejournal.com]

*hops in from entirely too long day*

Yay, it's on! That means I shall finish at utmost speed :D

Strays - Harry/Draco, R - pt. 1

[mijeli.livejournal.com]

Title: Strays
Fandom: Harry Potter – Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Words: ~ 2,500
Summary: The dog lifted his head and turned, and Draco's breath caught. Could Potter smell him?
A/N: My first go at 'bestiality', or something that resembles it anyway ;) God, I had such a blast. Thanks, Maggie, for hopelessly corrupting me!
(This is entirely unbeta'd. Let that be your warning or not!)

***

Draco watched the transformation and felt an old sting of jealousy. Once again, the Chosen One has bested me.

And it wasn't surprising that Potter would be arrogant enough to change right here, at the corner of Diagon Alley. Someone at the “Leaky” had gossiped that the Ministry had stripped Potter of his precious Invisibility Cloak, the garment being put into custody. Draco had a hard time imagining it.

He took a step towards Potter, still pressed against the wall. Draco had learned to blend with the background in the past three months. He'd also learned to do his errands at night-time, when he was less likely to be hexed or spat on.

But of course, self-obsessed Potter expected none of it.

Potter moved gracelessly on his four legs, stumbling and jerking as if yet getting used to the motion. His fur was ink black like his hair, ears perking out rigidly. Draco held his breath as the large dog stepped out of shadow and into the moon's foggy night-light.

In those painfully dull three months since Potter had defeated the Dark Lord, Draco had made several efforts to make his time at the Manor bearable. He didn't miss father much, but for the first time in the eighteen years of his life he wished his mother would leave him alone. Her fretting was no comfort any more. She couldn't take the guilt from him, no matter how much she tried. No matter how much he had tried to let her.

Then, one day, it occurred to him: his social status was on ranks with a roach's, but he was free. He'd been pardoned and could finally do things the Dark Lord would have killed him for. It was the week in which he began practising his Patronus charm and read the first two books on Animagi.

Potter made a quiet howling sound, then scurried backwards as if surprised. Draco scowled at him.

Of course, sodding Potter had perfected the Charm before he had.

Draco tensed and touched the wand inside his pocket – 11'' willow and dragon heartstring, purchased with a poor Glamour on, but Ollivander hadn't said a word. It felt more powerful than the hawthorn wand, but it didn't feel right. Draco wondered if it ever would when Potter almost fell over his own paws and caught his attention.

The dog lifted his head and turned, and Draco's breath caught. Could Potter smell him? Unless Potter's dog self was even more obtuse than his human persona, there was no way for Draco to remain undetected.

The idea to Disapparate came just a split second too late – a second in which Draco watched the dog approach in darkness and listened to the rapid pounding of his own heart.

The dog stopped right in front of Draco's feet, a stain of black. Not even his eyes were glinting in the night.

“Potter.” It didn't feel like addressing an animal. “I know it's you.”

After a moment's hesitation that was entirely too human, Potter walked to the right and Draco quickly turned. He was not going to be cornered. As he stepped away from the wall, their positions had reversed and in the light of the moon, Draco could see the dog's face and brilliant green eyes.

“Subtle, by the way,” he sneered, “transforming in the middle of Hogsmeade. But if you want to boast, maybe you should come in day-time.”

Potter growled quietly, showing off his flews. He had strong jaws. Maybe it was that demonstration that caused Draco's fingers to let go of his wand – a demonstration of feral superiority. Potter would not attack him in his dog form and risk breaking a serious chain of laws.

They stared at each other, hostile, defensive, but something about their taut postures and strained, cautious movements rang 'respect' in Draco's mind. Much as he'd tried, he'd never quite been Potter's equal. Now as they were circling and shooting fire from their eyes, he was.

And he wasn't even an Animagus yet.

Strays - Harry/Draco, R - pt. 2

[mijeli.livejournal.com]

“What are you going to do?” Draco asked, voice as silky as the trembling would allow. “Now that your little secret is out.” Asking questions when Potter couldn't speak was heaven. Maybe he would even tempt the git to turn back into human shape – but no, not yet. For now, Potter could stay like this, trapped in an alien body and yet emanating power like his dog scent.

“Look at you.”

Potter tilted his head, almost man-like, then his awkward steps gave him away. He didn't have the hang of moving on four legs yet.

“The saviour, a filthy stray.” And anyway he hadn't saved Draco. And anyway none of this was fair at all. Draco sneered against the pang of humiliation and cold regret, gripping his wand again. “Only how is he going to defend himself?”

We were both Seekers was Draco's first thought when Potter – too fast – pounced and went for the wand. He couldn't reach before Draco snatched his arm away, but the quick motion made Draco lose his balance and land on his arse.

“Fuck you!” Draco scrabbled, soiling his hands. “Get off!”

But Potter didn't get off. He jumped Draco again so he fell back, fell onto Knockturn Alley's dirty ground and came to lay beneath the dog's looming weight. With all four feet placed firmly on Draco's limbs, head hovering above Draco's face, Potter ground him into the brick.

“What the hell,” Draco cursed, “I said get off! I'm not intimidated by your stupid Animagus.” In spite of his words, his heart was drumming against his ribs. Potter was scrawny – no Quidditch or Auror training had ever changed that – but his dog self felt heavy and dangerous. A wave of hot dog breath wafted over Draco's face and he felt both disgusted and exhilarated.

In this moment, this position, Potter could do anything to Draco, and they both knew it. It was the thrill of not knowing what he'd dare.

Draco blinked up at him – at the dog's face, which wasn't Potter's, but then everything about the creature was. His hesitant paws, puzzled eyes. There was always a question on Potter's face and it made Draco want to be the one to know the answer.

Potter growled low in his throat, swaying his large head left and right as though scrutinising his prey. Then he bowed down – slowly – and touched his muzzle to Draco's neck.

Draco gasped and his heart nearly jumped out of his mouth.

“Potter,” he hissed, anchoring himself, but the truth was that the ground felt less stable than ever. He was afraid – he was afraid now, and he knew Potter could smell it. Could probably taste it on the buds of his huge, wet, slobbering tongue. “Potter, get off me!” His voice only a quiver in the dark.

With a small, irritated grunt Potter lifted his head and looked down. He took one, two steps across Draco's body, finding new pressure spots and demonstrating again who had trapped whom. When Draco took a deep, laboured breath, he noticed the dog rise and fall just slightly. It was enough to make him smirk.

“You think I can't throw you off?”

But Potter didn't care enough, for he lowered his head again, sticking his muzzle into where Draco's neck and shoulder met, the white curve hidden beneath black cloth, and Draco's breath caught again. “What are you doing?” Of course, there would be no reply.

“Potter!”

The word loud and lost in the dark. Next, Potter swiped his – huge, wet, slobbering – tongue across Draco's flesh, exhaling sharply through giant nostrils and blowing Draco's feathery hair into his eyes.

“Are you mad,” Draco whispered, and when had he lost his voice? He expected his stomach to turn at the sensation of being salivated on by a stray, but it didn't. Potter's breath was hot and smelled primal, urgent, like instinct become odour. Draco didn't know that smell, had never known it. Mother hated it when he came home filthy.

Potter licked him again, this time all the way up behind Draco's ear and to his hairline, then along his jaw. Dragged his damp muzzle across Draco's Adam's apple, which bobbed nervously as he swallowed. His mouth felt dry as sandpaper.

When Potter got to his other ear, Draco's whole body erupted in shivers.

[cruentum.livejournal.com]

http://cyus.livejournal.com/29206.html

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

\o/

YOU DID IT! :D

[renrenren3]

Ok, I have something, except apparently bestiality wasn't enough so I went with bestiality + explicit + het + fandom I've never written for AND IT'S AN ONGOING SERIES SO I HAVE TO REWRITE STUFF TO BE CANON COMPLIANT WITH LAST WEEK. I think somewhere there's a lesson to be learned about running and walking and the order in which these actions have to be performed. Meanwhile, I'll be in a corner writing and thinking it's still the 18th and trying not to get distracted by all the new fics.

OH LOOK ANOTHER FIC POSTED.

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

YAY! That sounds awesome. and we are ~flexible on the date - so try to get it in on the 18th, but there's some leeway. ;)

[angelqueen04.livejournal.com]

Thief in the Night (http://angelqueen04.livejournal.com/497909.html). Gwen/Morgana.

*facepalm* Just realized I posted the link for this on the other page explaining the prompt. Clearly, I am tired and incapable of paying attention.

[novemberlite.livejournal.com]

it's cool, we have you on the list! \o/

[darksagegrl0.livejournal.com]

So I just found this wonderful thing earlier today and it gave me Thoughts, so I hope you don't mind getting another late fic/art. ^-^ I promise it'll only be a few hours late though; it wants to be finished in one sitting. XD
♥

[yue_ix]

Berries and Dogs by yue_ix Arthur/Merlin, Merlin/dog [NC-17] (3k)
Summary: It would be just the two of them and a few dogs for the whole time. No one ever noticed that Merlin sometimes came back a little more sore, and a lot happier, than he ought to be.

And because that AO3 code can be a pain, I tried to keep with the format you had going on so as to be able to give you the raw code version:
<strong><a href="http://archiveofourown.org/works/266626">Berries and Dogs</a></strong> by <a href="http://archiveofourown.org/users/yue_ix"><img border="0" src="http://archiveofourown.org/favicon.ico" alt="favicon" /></a><a href="http://archiveofourown.org/users/yue_ix"><strong>yue_ix</strong></a> <strong>Arthur/Merlin, Merlin/dog [NC-17]</strong> (3k) <strong>Summary:</strong> It would be just the two of them and a few dogs for the whole time. No one ever noticed that Merlin sometimes came back a little more sore, and a lot happier, than he ought to be.

Thanks for helping me try new stuff! ^__^

[novemberlite.livejournal.com]

thank YOU for joining in!

a fic for your table, mistress ^-^

[darksagegrl0.livejournal.com]

I Dal Myrddin gan ei Cynffon (http://darksagegrl0.livejournal.com/25360.html)

Gah, finally finished it. *is dead* And I look forward to more of this kinky stuff. :P

Re: a fic for your table, mistress ^-^

[novemberlite.livejournal.com]

woohoo! you're on the list :D

[renrenren3]

http://literen.livejournal.com/36832.html

*collapses*

[novemberlite.livejournal.com]

I THINK YOU MADE IT. it was the 18th some time in the world >__>

[catarotta.livejournal.com]

I forgot to post my link...But I did have it on time ^_^

http://catarotta.livejournal.com/1806.html#cutid1