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tparker48 · 11 months

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It was just a regular day for Miralus as he prepared the house for his boyfriend. Placing roses along the tables, lighting scented candles as cinnamon carried through the flowing air. "Today's a good day for sex." He rubbed his palms together. "Now to add the finishing touches."

He dug through his pocket and pulled out a small vial with glowing liquid inside. "Semore’s gonna love this new batch. He’s gonna feel real nice on my cock."

He heard a knock at the door, his heart fluttering as he awaited for the moment to arrive. Getting off the couch, he skipped to the door as he grabbed the handle. "Ah Semore, what a sight to see you- oh hey dad."

"Hey sport!" He replied.

"What are you doing here? Don't you and mom have something better to do at home?"

"Well your mother’s out of town for the weekend, so I thought I'd drop by and visit ya." His dad made his way inside, his potbelly ushering Miralus away aside as he entered the living. "Snazzy decorations, if I didn't know any better I’d say you're getting ready for some action."

"As a matter of fact, I am. Semore's coming over for a good time. So I want it be the best. But unfortunately, I can't have any three wheelers."

"Oh come now son, I'm your old man. I’ve had sex with your mom when you were around, it’ll be just like old times. I can even give ya some pointers. I got this snazzy trick I 69 your-”

"Da-da-da! I don’t want to here what you do with mom! ” Miralus said. The front door soon rang, Miralus looking at his father before looking back to the door. "Fine fine just..go in the room or something."

Fanning him away, he approached the door as a shadow appeared in the glass. opening it, there was his boyfriend, his heart fluttering as he picked him up into his arms and kissed his cheek. "So glad you could come." he said.

"Hehe, I'm happy to see you too." Semore replied.

Miralus kissed at his cheek a second more, taking in his rich cologne before he sat him down. "Come on in." He ushered him inside, closing the door before he followed him to the living room. Jogging to his side, he held an arm at his shoulder as he guided him through the house.

"I never get old on seeing this place." He said, sniffing the air " Is that..cinnamon I smell?"

"Your favorite. I bought a bit of scented candles to set the mood. That and a little surprise." he tapped his shoulder.

"Oh ho? A surprise you say? What is it?"

"Bup-bup not just yet. Let's just wait until it gets darker. For now let me-"

"Miralus!" his dad's voice echoed through the house. “The toilet's clogged again!"

"Who was that?" Semore asked.

So much for that. "That’s Mr. Oak, my dad. He decided to visit me the same as you."

"Wait a second, I think I got it." His dad said. "Let's see if I jiggle like this it should-.." a burst echoed through the room, water trailing from the stairs. "Nope, that's not it."

"Damn it dad! Excuse me, Semore. " he raced up the stairs to join his dad, leaving Semore in the living room as giggles lingered behind him. But he ignored them as he made his way up the steps.

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After cleaning himself from the toilet water, Mr. Oak made his way down the steps as he turned back into the living room. Semore was somewhere in the dining room, charging his phone. Making his way through the hall, he spotted his son along the kitchen table. Curious, he wiped his hands along his shirt before he approached.

“Okay, relight the candles, spread them apart to brighten the room…there! now all I have to do is set the-

He knocked into his belly as it cushioned against him. "woah there sport, didn't see you there." he laughed lightly.

“Dad.." Miralus groaned. "You’re supposed to be in the room!"

"I know, I know. But I got bored, thought I’d whip up a snack." He gazed at the kitchen surfaces. . "So this is the place huh? Pretty bold place to have but hey, me and your mother had worse."

"What? No! we're not doing it here!.." Miralus replied, moving the drops of the shrink serum into a condom. "We're going to have it in the bedroom. Alone!"

"I gotcha, I gotcha. Well then let me just get my stuff and go." He shimmied himself into the kitchen and pulled out a plate from the higher shelf. Grabbing a piece of ham from the fridge, he brought the bread over as he placed it on top. "You want a sandwich? I'm making my special dish. "

"No no, you go on ahead.?" He said.

His father only nodded upon the answer, taking to the cabinet as he grabbed seasoning from the top shelf. He poured salt on the meat, drizzling it in sprinkled salt. It was almost complete, but it needed the final touch, a pinch of spicy pepper. He lifted the plastic bottle to pour some on, but only a spec came from the opening. "Blasted thing. " he scorned. Frustrated, he pounded harder, hoping that would do that trick, but still none came out.

"Are you gonna spank it or use it dad?" Miralus asked.

"Well..it's a stubborn one. It just won't..come out" he pounded harder to get more pepper, but he grew irritated as the bottle sprinkled more. Wrapping his fist, he slammed upon the bottle a dust cloud filling the space as it overtook him and Miralus.

"Dad!"

"Sorry, patted it too hard" he fanned the smoke away with a dustpan, the smoke fluttering as it scattered further into the kitchen.

"No don't do that you'll..You'll aachoo!" Miralus sneezed as he bucked into his packet of condoms, his serum spilling into his shirt as he continued to sneeze. His dad was next to him, but was distracted by the pepper in his eyes as he tried to rub them. to ease the sourmess.

When he blinked, he saw a bright flash as his son's voice minimized. "Miralus?..Son?" He called to him, but received no answer. He managed to grab a cloth off the side of the table, wetting the corner of it to wipe at his eyes. Looking around, he found no one there, all except a pile of clothes that laid at his feet. "Son? Where'd you go?" He called again.

He heard the sound of grumbling enter the room. it was faint, but enough to draw his attention as he looked around, but found no one. But when it sounded again, he looked in front of him to the pile of clothes below, a lump resonating near the collar as it climbed higher.

"Of all the bad luck, I have to have this happen to me!" the grumbles grew louder. When it reached the collar of the shirt, the fabric was tossed before Miralus' naked body appeared. He and his dad made eye contact, his old man caught aback by his size as he took a double take.

"Oh." He simply said.

"Now look what you did! I shrunk!" Miralus yelled.

"You shrunk? I didn't think it would do that."

“What did you think it meant?!”

"I don't uh..juice you up or-"

"I don't have time for this! Semore's gonna wonder where I am! He's supposed to be the one to shrink, not me!"

"Is this like a traditional thing you got going on? I mean is it uh-" he paused as Miralus glared at him, the awkwardness filling the air as he looked away. "Right. But you can take turns this way can you?"

"You don't get it, I need to be the one to top him! I'm a top!" He shouted.

"Hey, Miralus?" Semore's voice lingered in the hallway. "Is everything good?"

His heart skipped a beat upon his voice. "Crap it’s Semore!" He whispered. “Do something!”

"What do you want me to do?!"

"I don't know, but do it quick!"

"Uh..uh.." His old man looked around the room, but found nothing but silverware and dinner plates. Looking to the pack of condoms, he picked up one of them, dumping his son inside as plastic unraveled.

"What are you doing?"

"About to improvise." He said. he unzipped his pants before drawing out his cock, its flaccid form flopping out to his palm before the head skidded into the opening. Looking down, he saw his son's face turn red. "Make room." He said softly. The cock started to slide down, filling the condom with its girth. When his head reached the bottom, he watched Miralus hug against the elastic wall, fighting beneath the shroomed head as his outline bulged against the head.

"No no, I am not going through with this. Get your cock out of this thing!"

"It's not believable if it's not in."

"Then use a banana or some-"

"What's going on?" Semore's voice grew louder, the sound of light steps tapping in the hallway.

"Sorry son." His dad simply said, grabbing the head of his cock as he forced the rest of his length in. ignoring the squeaks and muffles, he waddled over to the laundry door as Semore entered into the kitchen.

"Mr. Oak?" Semore asked.

"Oh hey sport!" He replied, his back turned as his robe unraveled at his shoulders. "Don't mind me, just rubbing one out."

"Oh! Sorry!” he said, Shielding his eyes. “ I was just looking for Miralus, do you know where he is?"

Mr. Oak felt the struggles increase, rubbery hands seeping between his fingers before he readjusted them. "Well-hrk! He had to go run an errand real quick for your special surprise. Didn't want you get-hrk! Cold feet."

"Oh, I wish he could have told me, the sun's already down."

"I hear ya sport, but don't worry..” he bucked his hips forward, a loud squeak piercing the air. ”he'll be back in a jiff. why don't ya get ready for him in the bedroom."

"Alright, I'll do that."

Semore left the kitchen as his steps softened. When Silence filled the air, he sighed as he looked at his waist. "That was a close one" He removed his hand to view his cock below, his son's face plastered against the rubbery walls.

"Close as I regrettably want to go" he responded, his nasally voice said.

"I hear ya, I didn't think it'd work at first. The thought of it breaking nearly made me jump. But I guess this old boy can-"

"If you're done monologuing about your cock, dad, I would very much like to get out of here."

Right, right." Mr.oak grabbed at his shaft and went to remove the condom, but his fingers couldn't slip beneath its band. Tugging on it, he tried hoisting it off, even pinching at the smooth hand for wrinkles. "Uh oh."

"What do you mean uh oh?"

"The condom's not coming off. Its stuck."

"It's stuck?! No no it can't be stuck! I have to give Semore sex in a minute!"

"Now Miralus calm down."

"Calm down! I stuck in a condom with your cock blocking me! I'm way past calm. Get some water, it’ll loosen you faster."

"I can't get water, it won't reach in there."

"Then 'improvise'!"

Mr. Oak pondered upon the suggestion, looking around for anything he could use, but once again there was nothing. "But there's nothing i can do here. I'd have to wet it on the inside."

"Then do it! I can feel your pre climbing at my back!"

Mr. Oak looked at son as he curled a finger to ease the ooze away, but a spark suddenly blew in his mind. "Fluid..I can use my fluid."

"Your what?! Absolutely not!" He struggled to stretch the tube, but they were too airtight to budge. “My body is not meant for your pleasures, it's meant for Semore!"

Then we'll just have to take it to him." Mr. Oak responded. Massaging his shaft, he lowered it back into his pants before making his way to the backroom where their guest was waiting.

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It was a decent trip as Mr. Oak transitioned through the hallway. But for Miralus, it was anything but, feeling the cock sway at his torso as he hung upside down. How could it have come this? stuck inside a condom like some sextoy, it's absurd! But he didn't get a chance to process his own thought, when a door clicked open from the outside.

"Hey Mr. Oak, you're still exploring the house" Semore's voice said.

"Yeah, thought I'd check in on ya while Miralus is away."

"Oh. He should've been back here by now. I Didn't scare him off did I?" He replied.

"What?! No! That's not it at all I-" he felt the legs start to move, gravity the shroomed head cushioned at his body.

"Now son, Miralus loves ya like any other person that I know. And with that I'm sure he's rushing back to your side as we speak. But..if you're feeling anxious..." Miralus saw the pants move, the fabric coming undone as the lamp in the room shined its light to the ceiling. "Im happy to fill his role til he does."

"What?" Miralus and Semore spoke.

"Granted I'm not much of a swoon as he is, but I do the girth to make up for it."

"Lousy no good.. if you so much as get an inch I'll-Mph!" His fathers palm squeezed at his cock, softening Miralus' rebuttal as he scooted closer.

"So what do you say? Want to have a go with an old timer like me?"

"I don't know. I've been with Miralus for years. I don't think I can do that to him." Semore replied. He shied away as he clasped at his shoulder, but a thumb along his chin drew his attention. Lifted just enough to see Mr. Oak's bearded face.

"I'm sure he'll understand." He simply said. He brushed along the side of Semore’s head using the other to ease him to the bed. Slowly, he turned the shoulder around to let him lay belly first along the bed, a finger slinking into his pants as they hoisted to his thighs.

Miralus couldn't see anything else after that, the plastic laying at his body blinding him before his dad's hands returned to the cock. He watched it slip off before the shaft flowed through the air, pressure looming as the mounds of his boyfriend moved on both sides.

As the shaft eased further between his cheeks, He and his dad locked eyes. Miralus gritted as he forced the plastic to lift his head up, a fire in his eyes as he glared at him. "Don't your dare." He gritted.

His father acknowledged his words, giving a thumbs up in response. But he still continued. "You may feel a little bit of a squeeze." He said. With a thrust, he loomed forward as he pushed his cock inside. Miralus entered into a place of darkness as squelches lingered from the outside, wrinkles and folds smothering into the condom as the shaft sunk deeper.

Miralus grumbled upon the intercourse, his image of his father racing through his mind. "He better hope he doesn't loosen him." He groaned, turning his head to the side to catch a breath. "This is so humiliating."

Minutes past since their intercourse began, Mr. Oak’s cock never relenting as it glided through Semore's chambers. As they huffed to their motion, Miralus could do nothing but grit. For to lay still as the shroomed edge cushioned his head. "It's been five minutes, how much juice does it take to get off?!" He yelled.

He felt the space collapse as the cock entered a corner pocket. Thick flesh blocked its way, the side of his face was smothered between the two surfaces. "Too tight!" He yelled, forced to gloss himself along the sweaty foreskin, forced to endure its musk as his hands locked at its side. "This can't get any worse than it can." He gritted, feeling the walls roll him further.

He felt something sticky begin to ooze at his chin, collecting at the back of his neck as the ringed muscle surrounding it drooled over him. "Damn it, he’s close!" He yelled. He wiggled to move the slit away from his head as best he could, feeling its slimy walls rub against him as its pulse ringed into his ears. He tried to wiggle himself out, but a flex held him firmly before the slit engulfed his face, sending the scent of salt through his nose as he wriggled it out.

Moans exited from his father, the cock moving closer as pre began to spill at his neck. And just as the lips reached his ears, the sound of release finally came.

"Aaaah!" He heard a roar escape from the outside. A turrent of seed raced into his face, forced to hold his breath as he was squeezed out from its hold as he swirled around the darkness. "That's how papa does it." He hears him echo, feeling the shaft pull out as light shined upon the yellow condom.

Gravity took control as the shaft returned to its limp form, the contents splashing to the bottom to collect themselves. Miralus emerged from the substance, bumping into the cock above as it drizzled over his head. "Ima kill him, i swear I will." He groaned, floating around in the puddle. But looked as his father’s hands pinched at the tip of the head, the condom sagging from its position as the cock slowly pulled out.

"That was a damn good session, Semore, I'm gonna let ya rest a bit." with a squelch, his dad took off the condom, catching the bit of jizz that hit the floor before tying it in a knot.

“Okay, could you let Miralus know I'm in the room. I’d tell him myself, but I feel tired after that action.”

“I’m sure he already knows” Mr. Oak said, setting the condom along the counter as the contents sloshed to a halt. Miralus resurfaced as he gazed at the environment, the lights dimming down as Semore prepared for sleep. As he turned over to his side, he looked to his father as he made his way toward the door. He pounded for his attention, but the condom was too soft, the liquid inside absorbing the blows in the process. “Dad!” he called to him.

He managed to get his attention, his father looking to the counter as his mess laid inside. As the two of them locked eyes, he gave a wink to him, adjusting his pants as he zipped them up. “I hope you enjoyed that.” he said, giving a thumbs up as he closed the door.

#musk #shrink

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sassyhazelowl · 5 years

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Fairy Tail Pride

Day 22 Prompt: “I’ll suppress my feelings” Pairing: Lucy x MiraJane Additional Notes: For anon, who had the cutest idea for MiraLu. Written under the wire because my time management slipped today. No edit or beta, sorry. @ft-wwtdp

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“You know, its pretty obvious,” Gray commented loudly before taking a slurp from his drink. Lucy was trying to keep it cool, hoping he was saying something else was pretty obvious. There were lots of obvious things, lots, and Gray was a smart guy with a big mouth! He cast a look at Lucy - that look that seemed bored on the outside but hid a severe teasing beneath - and repeated louder, “So obvious.”

“Yeah, totally,” Natsu agreed before furrowing his brow, “Wait…”

“You are kind of easy to read, Lucy,” Wendy admitted quietly before Natsu could ruin the game. She fiddled with her straw, “And you’re blushing.”

“You do blush,” Erza added in, more aware than Natsu, but not particularly great at reading the room herself, but happy to chime in anyway. She side-eyed the bar and gave a sly look towards the barmaid who was giggling at something Lisanna said. Lucy’s eyes followed, lured right into the trap like a hapless lamb. Erza nodded with satisfaction, grinning, “Like that.”

“Do not!” Lucy yelped, hands flying to her cheeks out of instinct. The smooth skin burned hot, a dead give away she was turning red. Curse her fair complexion! “It's just… hot…”

“Something is hot anyway,” Gray cut in with a leer and leaned forward, “Air feels fine to me. Natsu?”

“Nah, it's not hot at all Luce. Feels good actually.”

“See, resident fire mage says its not hot, must be something else,” Gray smirked lazily and Lucy was going to kill him. Why’d he have to be so obnoxious? Lucy wished he’d shut up because he was so loud and Mira might hear him and she might not realize it was stupid teasing and she might just realize that Lucy did have a crush on the kind, sexy, generous, pretty, lovely…

She leapt up and slammed her hands down on the table, “I DO NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON MIRA, OKAY!”

The noise in the guide stopped as people turned to stare at the sudden outburst. Gray, the traitor, had a huge palm over his mouth to cover his mirth. Stupid Mr. Cool. Natsu was staring at Lucy like she grew another head. Wendy was giggling and even Erza had on that silly smile she wore when she found Lucy’s behavior cute.

Cana raised an eyebrow from her typical spot over her beer mug.

Lucy wanted to sink into the ground and disappear into the center of the earth. Why’d they have to tease her so much? It wasn’t fair! She didn’t tease them that way… not too much… okay, she did tease Gray… a little… and Erza too…

Gray mouthed, “Payback.”

“Lucy?”

The woman nearly died at that sweet, angelic voice calling her name practically in her ear.

Don’t look, don’t look. If you don’t look, you’ll be okay.

“Oh, hey Mira… you didn’t have to come over…”

A tinkling laugh sent a shiver down Lucy and she nearly bit her lip to keep from saying more.

“I heard my name, but I didn’t quite hear what you were saying…”

Oh nooooo…

“Hehe…” Lucy was trying to think fast and avoid eye contact and scooch her chair out of Mira-range because her body was gravitating towards the other woman without her consent and she was sure she was tomato red still and why were crushes such awful things Her eye latched on Gray’s mug and she blurted out, “I was just saying… uh, how good you wash dishes? Good washer… good dishes… much clean, um, very clean. Gray disagreed, so, uh, I yelled.”

“I don’t think that’s really something to shout about, Lucy,” her goddess tsked and Lucy sunk into the seat at the admonishment.

Gray gave a sigh that suspiciously sounded like it was full of pity and leaned back on his chair making the wood screech a bit in protest, “Yeah, guess I was wrong… about the, uh, disagreement.”

“We’re sorry for making a fuss,” Wendy echoed, remorseful the game went too far, and Erza frowned a bit in Lucy’s peripheral vision. The warrior didn’t say anything to contradict her friends, though she folded her arms across her chest at the fibs.

“That’s okay,” Mira’s voice was honeyed and her perfume drift around Lucy, wrapping up every sense in a cocoon. It was a soothing balm after the rebuke. The Celestial Mage nearly jumped out of her skin as Mira trailed fingers sweetly across her back then gave her shoulder a squeeze, “Thank you for defending my dish washing honor, Lucy. I should get back to work...”

“Now or never,” Gray hissed and the other three nodded.

Gathering up her courage, Lucy whirled, hair flying and face flaming as she grabbed the other woman’s hand to keep her from leaving, “Mira I have a crush on you!”

Mira paused to tilt her head, those perfect pink lips quirked, and she chirped, “Silly Lucy, I knew that.” Leaning over, she let those lips brush across Lucy’s cheek before whispering in her ear, “But I like to hear things out loud. In case there’s a misunderstanding… I hope you’ll remember that… if you decide to act on that crush.”

The guild burst into applause, whistles and hoots of ‘finally!’ Lucy mind was too stuck on Mira’s promising words to even mind. Maybe she wouldn’t kill Gray after all.

#fairy tail #fanfic #miralu #mine #ftlgbtpride2019

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