Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Troll Smut ❯ 2: The Meaty Bit ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Katsuya kept his eyes closed, too afraid of what he would see when he opened
them. By the sounds around him, he was definitely not in his house anymore. A breeze blew over him, feeling oddly strange. There was a guttural moan somewhere off to his left, and his eyes snapped open, survival instinct winning out.

A few feet to his left was a green monstrosity, holding its huge horned head in its hands and groaning. Scrambling to a sitting position, Katsuya tried to cry out. Oddly, the sound was nothing he had heard coming out of him before. Out of his mouth, anyways.

The noise made the beast stir, though. Cruel little red eyes squinted at him. Katsuya squinted back, realizing there was something... different about the woods he was in. He didn't recognize them, of course, but the look of them was a little too clear for the twilight.

Grunting, the monster scrambled backwards, staring at Katsuya. Slowly, never taking his eyes from the troll, Jounouchi got to his feet, readying himself to run for it. His tongue felt thick in his mouth, and he swallowed ineffectually.

Giving himself a last push upwards, Katsuya nearly toppled over again as he stood. He was too tall, and his head felt overbalanced. He caught a glance of red as he balanced himself, and brought his hand up. Staring bemusedly, his brain was trying to work it's way through this new information. He was looking at a hairy forearm, ending in a gnarled hand. He tried to move his hand, and the monster hand twitched. Well, that was silly, he thought, the monster's hand wasn't his. He tried again, and again the monster hand moved. Despite himself, Katsuya let out a frightened little moo.

The green monster was staring at him, confused. It was moving its head back and forth. Why was it shaking its head at him?

What in the blazes was that red beast doing? Hiroto wondered if maybe the thing was really so stupid as to be surprised at its own hand. Somehow, he doubted it. His own head felt funny, as if someone had glued a dinnerplate onto it.

When the thing across the clearing let out a noise that could only be a moo, Hiroto's mouth dropped open. A mooing troll. He ran his tongue over his teeth nervously... and cut them. Yelping, he reacted without thinking and brought his hands to his mouth, "Shit! God damn... Owwwww!"

The green troll suddenly remembered, Katsuya looked past his hand, and saw it jumping around in pain. Despite the freakiness of the night already, Katusya couldn't help himself. He laughed, which came out as a deep rumbling.

"It's not funny!" Hiroto was having difficulty forming the words. His mouth seemed the wrong shape for the words, and he was afraid to cut his tongue again. He was trying to process pain, his own sudden revelation about his body, and couldn't very well be expected to deal with a bloody laughing monster just now, thanks.

The laughing stopped so abruptly that Hiroto whirled, wondering if the beast had charged. But it was staring at him, mouth hanging open. Its teeth dripped with saliva, and its tongue lolled out a bit. Oh great, it was imagining eating him before it decided to lunge.

His brain had so far made the most basic connections, but hadn't yet gotten to the part where Hiroto panicked, and so the thought of trying to bluff the creature seemed like a good plan. "Yeah, well, I wouldn't do that! I'm a big nasty monster thing too! So don't try anything or I'll, uh, kick your ass!"

"H-HONDA?!"

"What's it to you, you-What?"

The red beast was sputtering, little beads of spit flying out of its mouth, "I can't, you, wow... I... Honda! It's me! Katsuya!"

"What?!" Hiroto said again. It was really the best word to use it situations like this. However, after a moments thought, he realized that Katsuya-the-monster was about as likely as anything else. "Jou-Jounouchi? You're... Ugly!"

"You're not such a looker yourself, you know." Katsuya retorted, then blinked. "You know...You know what you look like?!"

"Let me guess. It has something to do with a bridge and some goats."

"Well, yeah, no shit, but no! You look like the card! The Swamp Battle Guard!"

Hiroto was never as big into Duel Monsters as Katsuya or Yuugi, but he immediately recognized the Katsuya-beast as looking parallel to the Lava Battle Guard. "It's, It's Bakura's stupid ring! Look what it did to us!? That bastard, I'll kill him!"

Katsuya made his way across the clearing, nearly stumbling a few times, not used to the body he was in. He finally learned a wobbly sort of lumber that got him over to Hiroto without making him fall down. "I'll help. But first we need to do something about this. I want my body back, NOW."

(Ryou sat on his bed, in control of his body for the moment. However, he did not want to be anywhere but where he was. His eyes were closed, and in his mind's eye he could see his Yami, and beyond his Yami, the clearing. He was getting pretty sick of looking at windows. "Great," he muttered. "Now they want to skin me alive. The spell won't last forever, you know that. Would you please tell me what the point of this is yet?"

"You should be locked up in an object for a few thousand years." Yami Bakura snapped. "It might teach you some patience." His voice brightened immediately, though; his plan was too perfect to keep him broody for long. "You'll find out.")

"I have a feeling Yuugi's not gonna get us out of this one. We're on our own." Hiroto looked around the clearing. It was a basic, if uneven, circle, and no way looked like a promising exit, so he stayed where he was.

"Don't say that!" Katsuya's voice was raspy, like gravel being swooshed around in a tin pan. Hiroto's newly acquired ears didn't find the sound unappealing, though.

Trying to muster up his friend's courage, and indeed some of his own, he laughed. "What? We don't need Yuugi to get us out of this. Before, when we were turned into cards, at least we were human. Yuugi might just Dark Magic zap us first and listen later." He could see Katsuya was getting drawn into the game, listening, and continued. "Do you really want him to see us like this, anyways?"

"Honda, this is too big for us, I think..." he paused, considering. "I don't like the thought of being zapped by Eevil Bakura," (the finger wigglies, a force of habit, looked oddly lecherous on a hulking red troll) "But I like the thought of being zapped by Yuugi even less... And I really, really don't want him to see me like this." He wiped his mouth with a hairy arm, looking at the drool glistening there. "It's gross."

"I dunno..." Hiroto said, grinning. It was a nasty monster grin, and Katsuya nearly drew back from it, but remembered himself and stood still as Hiroto closed the final step between them. A green, clawed hand came up, and tugged the puff of hair on Katsuya's chest. "This part might be an improvement." Hiroto tugged it a little more, staring into the beady yellow eyes, and thought he could recognize Katsuya in those pupil-less depths. "You always wanted to have hair on your chest."

"Honda..." Katsuya groaned, his words barely recognizable around his deep grumbles. His entire chest vibrated with them, and Hiroto, curious, put his other hand to Katsuya's chest, the taut pink skin shaking and cooler than he would have thought. "Stop it, Honda..."

Hiroto blinked. "Why?"

He whimpered, the octaves-higher pitch twinging in Hiroto's ears. Katsuya stepped back, his hands coming down and covering his hairy loincloth. "Animal instincts, I think..."

("You pervy git!!"

Yami Bakura cackled.)

Hiroto drew back, blinking at Katsuya. He started laughing, a huge bellow, his monstrous grin wider than ever. Katsuya glared, but Hiroto just shook his head, still rumbled, and moved sideways a bit.

Katsuya kept his eyes on Hiroto. His ears had turned an odd murky brown with his blushing. "It's not funny. What are you doing, Honda?"

"Oh, I don't know." Hiroto rumbled. Katsuya didn't like the look in those beady red eyes. "Animal instincts, is it? So, I wander was would happen if I were to.. do this." Reaching out, he grabbed Katsuya's shoulders and pulled him close, his chest pressed against Katsuya's back.

Katsuya turned Hiroto's name into an odd growl, then hiccoughed. "What are you..." He went rigid in Hiroto's arms, and his voice was scandalized. "What the hell is prodding me in the back?"

"Animal instincts."

Struggling limply, Katsuya could feel his resolve dying. Despite being a big ugly monster, feeling arms around him wasn't so bad. He could just close his eyes and pretend he was in his own body. He felt what he hoped was his manhood...er, monsterhood twitch. If he were a female Battle Guard he'd - This line of thought was cut off abruptly when Hiroto nipped him sharply on the ear.

Somehow, Katsuya turned himself around without Hiroto ever unlocking his arms. Pressed against the expansive green chest, he was oddly surprised to be eyelevel with the swamp monster. He now knew, without a doubt, what the thing that had been prodding him was, as it was now touching his own, blocked only by their loincloths.

Apparently, Hiroto noticed too, as something left his eyes. With a growl, he tore at the furred loincloth covering Katsuya. Katsuya, still with some of his humanity left, yelped and wriggled free.

Unable to help himself, Katsuya glanced down. Ten inches of throbbing bovine cock looked up at him. He squashed down the twitch of pride at this, and looked back at Hiroto, who had rid himself of his own purple cloth. Eleven and a half. Damn. Katsuya couldn't take his eyes off of it; he swore he could see the purple vein in the green skin pump. "Honda..."

Hiroto growled and lunged at Katsuya, knocking him to the ground. Katsuya struggled, though not whole heartedly. His eyes would have watered as the massive green bulk squished his member; but he discovered that trolls couldn't cry.

When his struggles had calmed down considerably, Hiroto leaned back. Katsuya moaned when his member was free of the weight, but soon moaned for an entirely different reason. Surprisingly gentle, Hiroto was dragging a talon across his shaft. Katsuya twitched under his hand and felt himself slipping farther away. He grasped desperately for his reasoning, but thought to himself that animal instincts might not be such a bad thing after all.

Coherent thought left him when Hiroto, no, the Swamp Guard, poked a pointed claw at the slit on the end of his cock. Roaring in pain and ecstasy, the Lava Guard brought up a hand, swiping his own talons across the taut green chest. In only incensed the beast more and, penii forgotten, the two wrestled each other across the clearing.

Biting the Swamp Guard on the ear, the Katsuya-troll climbed to his feet, roaring his domination. Glaring up at him, red eyes flashing, Hiroto-troll made a grab for Lava guard's waist-high handle. Katsuya-troll twisted in time, though, but Hiroto-troll's hand taken a handful of the auburn hair that covered his red ass, and tugged. Squealing, Katsuya-troll fell to the ground, his muzzled face landing between two thick green thighs.

He wiggled his legs, but the green behemoth wouldn't let go of the deathgrip he had on Katsuya-troll's asshair. So, the Lava guard decided that biting his balls off would be a good plan. Some spark of reason made a little polite cough in the back of his head, though, and instead a long, slavering tongue licked, tangling itself through the hair there. This had the opposite of the desired affect, though, as the Swamp guard groaned and tightened his grip, shuddering. Katsuya-troll continued, licking up the bottom of the
shaft. He cut his own tongue now on his jagged teeth, and decided that taking the monstrous cock into his monstrous mouth probably wasn't desirable.

The Swamp guard had had about enough of this, though. Growling, he tugged hard on the hair in his fist and hoisted the Katsuya-troll over and onto his back.

Being dragged around by his asshair was a wholly unpleasant experience, and Katsuya growled. However, he admitted the superiority of the Swamp guard, and prostrated himself accordingly, anger only in his glowing yellow eyes.

Crouching over him, Hiroto brought his face inches from Katsuya's. He paused for a second, unsure, and his mouth made an odd movement, mouthing Katsuya's name. But their cocks rubbed each other again and the Swamp troll grunted. Reaching back, he heaved one massive red leg over his shoulder, and leaned in.

(Ryou was watching this with the sort of rapt disgust usually reserved for televised horse-copulation and the nature show with crocodiles eating zebras.

("Enjoying yourself, I see." his Yami twittered, waggling a finger upwards, to where Ryou's consciousness was looming, unseen. "I never pegged you to into this sort of thing. Gay, of course, but trolls." He made a tsking sound.

("Shut up. This has got to be the wrongest thing you've ever done." The red troll (Ryou couldn't bring himself to call it Katsuya) was making the oddest sort of gurgling noise. The green troll had one arm wrapped around the leg thrown over his shoulder, and the other was on the ground, supporting his bulk. It was flexing its hips, its giant member searching for an opening. Without guidance, it was a long process, and it growled to itself as it kept missing, hitting the tight red, hairy ass. "Since when is it an animal's
instincts to be gay?"

("Silly." Yami Bakura admonished. "It happens in nature all the time." He buffed his nails on his front, grinning egomaniacally, "Though I admit making a few modifications to these two."

("What do you mean?"

("Hush, I think our green friend has finally made some progress.")

Indeed he had. The Hiroto-troll had finally managed to find the place he was looking for. As he pushed, the Lava guard bellowed in pain, clenching its free leg around the other's waist, one clawed hand pushing at the green chest, the other tangled in the thick black hair. Katsuya yanked, and the Swamp guard's bellow matched his own, but still he pressed forward, his huge cock ripping and tearing as it mashed its way inwards.

Blinded by the white-hot pain, the red troll threw its head back, screeching. Hiroto pushed himself in up to his balls, pausing there a moment to growl in domination at the creature in his arms. Katsuya had his eyes squeezed tight, his grimace of pain showing rows of jagged teeth, but he had stopped struggling. The hand still tangled in his hair wiggled, grasping the horn there.

Grinding for a few moments, Hiroto finally began sliding out, making Katsuya roar once more. The friction was less than it had been going in, though. The space was just as tight, and Hiroto's cock spasmed in discomfort. But the ripping done on its way in had caused enough bleeding to lubricate the entrance slightly.

Katsuya had given up roaring, but now moaned in pain. Every now and again, Hiroto's cock would hit something inside him that made Katsuya shudder and jerk, and his own cock throbbed in pain. Hiroto grunted, feeling Katsuya relax a bit, and sped up.

With the Swamp Guard's fervent ramming, Katsuya's dick was rubbing against its taut green chest. With a final, screeching roar, the red troll came, ejaculation squirting onto Hiroto's chest-tuft and dribbling down his chest.

This only seemed to incite Hiroto more, and his grip tightened around Katsuya's leg. Growling, he shoved himself out and inwards so hard his balls began to throb. With a
shuddering groan, he twitched and came inside Katsuya, his cock twitching and spurting long after he had collapsed atop the red beast.

Having trouble breathing, Katsuya pushed the swamp troll off him, causing the beast to hiss in pain. It carefully extracted its dick from Katsuya's ass, where it dripped with his own seed. Katsuya lifted his head to look at it, it's flaccid length discoloured with the
blood. his blood, he could feel it dribbling out of his ass.

Katsuya suddenly felt very, very human.

He looked into Hiroto's eyes, which had regained their essence of consciousness, and the world flashed argyle again.