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Posted  Edited by Onahole

This is a thread for bigfoot eroticas.

Story 1 - Vauffoot by Onahole

Story 2 - The Fluttering of Wilfords Mouth by hotEvercLear

Story 3 - A Citizen Without a Home by hotEvercLear

Story 4 - Vauffoot 2 by Onahole

Feel free to share your bigfoot eroticas in this thread :)

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Vauffoot
By Onahole


Vauff, a tall, white man was camping out in the woods alone.
“It sure is nice to be away from the big city for once!” exclaimed Vauff “It’s a little lonely, but it’s peaceful.”
Vauff was setting up his tent by the river between some trees as the sun set and the wind howled. He wore his most precious shirt that day, his Extreme Escapers Jersey, it had his name and title plastered on the back ‘Vauff GFL Tier 3 Admin’. Vauff soon finished setting up his tent and despite the fire bans this season he begun to start a campfire. As soon as he got the fire going he heard a loud crack upstream and had an eerie feeling that he was being watched.
“Who’s there?!” Shouted Vauff, hoping it was just a deer
He grabbed a piece of wood and quickly turned it into a torch with the skills he learned from the boy scouts back in his days as a wee-lad. Vauff slowly followed the river upstream in search of the noise. After walking a few dozen meters upstream he found a big branch broken in between what seemed to resemble a big footprint in the ground. A cold shiver went through Vauffs body as he slowly began to back up back to his tent. As he backed up to his tent he thought he saw a tall figure in the darkness and his slow retreat turned into a sprint. As soon as he reached his tent, he scurried under his sleeping bag completely forgetting that he was still holding the torch!
“Ah shit! MY CLOTHES!” Yelled Vauff as the fire burnt up his favourite shirt in an almost artistic fashion. He stopped, dropped, and rolled along the burning ground and managed to stop the burning of what was left of his favourite shirt, but his tent was still aflame. The flame caught on and burnt his shorts, exposing his lower body and releasing his benis. He stopped, dropped, and rolled again but his shorts were now all burnt up, all that was left was his thigh high stockings. Suddenly he started to hear footsteps coming towards him. Loud footsteps. It almost felt like the ground was shaking. Vauff slowly turned around to see a 9 foot tall Big Foot standing across the river! It was hard to see in the dark, but as soon as Big Foot walked into the river the light of the campfire allowed Vauff to see that Big Foot appeared to be holding a log.
*SPLASH*
Big foot released what he was holding and it splashed into the water with a great sound that filled Vauff with a terrible realization. That was no log… Vauff learned that day that it is true what they say about big feet. Despite Vauff being 6’5” tall, the massive cock of Big Foot appeared to make Vauff look as small as a koala. Vauff tried to run, but the big hairy legs of Big Foot allowed it to catch up quickly and pin Vauff on the floor.
“I-i-i-i-I’m a tier 3 admin on GFL’s zombie escape server you know! I can ban you for this! Let me go!!!” Pleaded Vauff

“Me encanta el chocolate blanco~~” whispered Bigfoot into Vauffs ear
--I used google translate for this lmfao
Bigfoot rested his Bigcock on Vauffs back and the hairy sensation tickled Vauff which caused his heart to
flutter. But that moment didn’t last long, cause soon after Bigfoot began to poke Vauffs boi pussy with
his benis.
“Not there! I have a lover already!” Shouted Vauff as he began to feel a slippery sensation on his ass
that made him realize that the reason Bigfoot splashed his cock in the river was because the riverbed
was made of Vaseline! 1…2…3… Bigfoot tried to slide his cock into Vauffs smol hole.
‘no way… this will never fit in my boi pussy, my life partner Edward Nick is nowhere near this big!’
thought Vauff throughout Bigfoots failed attempts
When suddenly *flooop* Bigfoot thrusted his big hairy cock all the way into Vauffs intestines and carried
him up as he wore him like a sock.
“Kyaaaaa~~ its coming insiiiide!” squealed Vauff as he was overcome with pleasure “I can’t believe I
came from him just putting it in!”
Bigfoot began moving his hips and despite Vauff being 6’5” tall he was filled up completely with bigfoots
phallic member.
‘My minds going blank… I can’t believe someone other than my life partner is making me feel this good…
I don’t know how long I can hold back…’
“Estás más apretado que el chupacabras” Said Bigfoot as he laid Vauff back on the floor in doggy style
position and suddenly stopped thrusting his hips.
“DON’T STOP!” Yelled Vauff without thinking! ‘Oh no! What am I saying!! I have a soul mate already!’
‘No way… it can’t feel this good… E…. Nick….. Gomennasai… I cant hold back anymore…’ thought Vauff
as his mind went blank…
“Kyaaaa~~ my hips are moving on their own!!” Vauff exclaimed as he began to thrust his hips along
Bigfoots long cock. “My boi pussy can only be satisfied by Bigfoot-sama’s cock nowww”
Bigfoot couldn’t handle the advanced hip movements of the tier 3 admin and creampied his ass!
“Attakaaaaiiii….” Squeeled Vauff as bigfoots sticky cum circulated throughout Vauffs smol shouta body
(in comparison to bigfoot).
Bigfoot peeled Vauff off his cock like a sweaty sock after a long day of work but Vauff quickly scurried
back to clean it off. “I belong to Bigfoot-sama now” Vauff said as he cleaned off Bigfoot-samas big hairy
shlong with his mouth to get ready for round 2. Vauff lost his sense of time and reality as they fucked
throughout the night and Bigfoot brought him to his cave.
Vauff was reported as missing but was found 2 weeks later in the middle of the woods, discarded by
Bigfoot, covered in semen, and with a gaping hole in his ass the size of Kentucky. The only words he
uttered were… “admuuuuuun…. exxxtend *pyon*”

Edited by Onahole

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The Fluttering of Wilfords Mouth

By hotEvercLear

 

Long ago, before battle royal games began destroying the lives of the world’s youth, and before Valve began tricking players into spending real dollars on colored skins for weapons that had no actual impact on performance in games, there was a young man named Wilford. Not a man like you would think of who can scale mountains, chop down trees, enjoy the warmth of a woman and cause her to become moist in all the right places, but a shy and quiet fellow. His days were spent looking at his phone hoping someone would request to be his friend on Myspace.com, sitting down to pee and feeling awkward about it in public restrooms, and one day wishing he would find the courage to act on the rage he could feel building inside him. A rage he knew was always there, buried deep down but none the less crying to come out.

As Wilford began to grow, and learned to love the taste of mikes hard lemonade, zima, Smirnoff ice and other drinks commonly reserved for men who wear sequin tank tops and tight black jeans to the disco on Saturday nights, he learned that no matter what he could never summon the courage to do the things he felt he must do in order to see justice served in the world. A world that often overlooked him, or let others get away with crimes against their fellow brethren.

As he grew, he also developed a strange and uncontrollable fear of moths. Though moths can be a friend to men of high standing and character, science has shown they have a strong distrust for those weaker chads in the world. Constantly trying to fly directly into their faces in order to create panic and fear, especially in public settings, Young Wilford was no different. He would seldom venture out at night, and spent the majority of his hard earned money from working at his local Hot Topic clothing store on bug spray and other devices that promised to keep him safe.

That was until, He learned of a cave deep in the forest. A cave full of the legendary lunar moths. Moths so fearsome, cats, doggos and even dragons would never dare venture into for fear of attack by the relentless flapping of soft supple ashy wings. So Wilford, after drinking an entire case of redbull mixed with the strongest alcohol he could stomach, Pineapple Malibu, ventured well out of cellular coverage to find this cave and confront his greatest fear…

The rumors of an ancient and mighty beast existing in that forest were not lost on the ears and heart of young Wilford. Scouring every source he could find, Wikipedia, 4chan, reddit, all he could acertain was that some say a large, harry, reclusive and primal beast of an age long forgotten would sometimes be seen lurking just at the edge of the forest. What this beast was, and what is was searching for, none could say. Some thought it was looking for food, some say it didn’t exist at all, other said it was looking for a mate as it was the last of its kind, and that its seed would awaken powers that were hidden deep inside the hearts of men. These rumors were not enough to dissuade him from his quest however, and he mustered all the courage he could and struck out to find the cave and face his fears… or maybe his destiny.

As Wilford plunged, deeper and deeper in the thick growth of the forest in search of the cave, he could not help but feel something was watching him. Something had taken an interest in him. Something was fascinated with him. Something wanted him. Wilford would pause at each sound he heard, or thought he heard, only to hear the gentle noises of the forest and nothing more. After several hours, and when all hopes of finding the cave were almost lost, Wilford stumbled upon the legendary moth cave. The bones of former cisgender white males lay strewn about the entrance, the soft flutter of wings could be heard deep inside. Taking out his flashlight, and lantern, and cell phone light, Wilford began into the cave. The deeper he went, the less he felt he was alone. Suddenly, a great white lunar moth appeared and flew directly at Wilford, his bladder emptying instantly. Shaking and weeping, Wilford pulled himself up and stood to face his winged assailants. Moth after moth dove and fluttered at Wilford, his bladder and bowls now completely voided. Wilford could take no more of this, and turned and ran for the exit of the cave. As he rounded the corner, suddenly Wilford was overcome by a warm, hot, damp sensation all over his face, and went flying backwards onto the cold went ground. Looking up in a daze, he gazed at the massive creature standing before him. Looming over him was a creature from another age. A creature time, man, and the world had forgotten. A pillar of solid rippling muscle covered in a thick yet supple coat of hair. Wilford had run directly into the muscular and heaving chest of BigFoot.

As he lay there stunned, Wilfords eyes scanned about him for a quick exit, though none was to be found.  The only way Wilford could see to get past the beast was directly through his legs, the mouth of the cave glowing in the faint distance. As Wilford though of trying this bold move, his eyes were drawn to the hanging appendage between bigfoot’s legs. Having watched his fair share of internet porn, including a brief time where only bestiality hentai was the only thing that could elicit an erection, Wilford was in shock at the sheer size and girth of the beast genitals. His member hanging in the breeze of the cave, and glistening from the glow of his lantern, Wilford could see every throbbing vain, pulsing as it slowing grew and stiffened. Harder, and longer it grew, until Wilford had to crawl backwards away from the beast to avoid the tip catching him on the chin. This angered the beast, what was it after, thought Wilford? What did it want from me? Harder and longer it grew, until fully erect, Wilford could see the beast was interested in one thing and one thing only.

The shock and horror of what was about to come suddenly hit him, and he screamed for help. The beast took this cry for help as an invitation to advance his member directly into the gaping mouth of poor Wilford. His mouth and throat were instantly filled with the hot throbbing cock of bigfoot. Sliding in and out, further and further, Wilford choked and gagged. Wilfords muffled screams and the feeling of him fighting back his own gag reflex only served to excite the beast further. Deeper and faster he thrust until suddenly, a warm burst of hot primal semen shot directly down Wilfords throat. Pumping and thrusting the eruption of pleasure from the beast continued, until full and exhausted, Wilford was dropped to the floor of the cave, a river of hot white cum flowing from his mouth. Satisfied, the beast wandered down into the cave, disappearing into the shadows.

As Wilford lay there, a strange sense of power and energy began to grow inside of him. Courage, and anger, and passion all began to grow. Just as the seed of the beast was planted deep in his throat, the seeds of a man who would one day ban an entire discord server were beginning to take root. Only time would tell what those seeds would grow into, and how this experience would forever change his life.

Edited by Onahole

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I have a hair that grows out of my nipple.


I can't believe I wasted so many hours for a two-faced, shitty, and ungrateful community for a gamemode that lost its charm. If I could take back ever setting foot in ZE I would in the snap of my fingers, consequences be damned.

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What did I read?

:notlikethis:


ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ

 

I DIG

YOU DIG

WE DIG

THEY DIG

HE DIGS

SHE DIGS

IT DIGS.

ALL OF YOU DIG.

 

ALTHOUGH THIS IS A SHORT POEM, BUT IT'S QUITE DEEP.       -CYANIDE

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Posted  Edited by hotEvercLear

A Citizen without a home

 

** Note, bigfoot erotica is meant to be read as is, without spellcheck. BFE is raw, unfiltered and as such i did not proof read this **

 

Citizen  was  a  boy  who  loved  to  live  on  the  edge  of  danger.  From  his  first  pair  of  wheelie  shoes,  to  the  tricks  he  always  tried  re-create  from  youtube  on  his  pogostick,  he  just  could  not  help  but  pushing  the  limits  to  the  very  edge  of  safety.  His  parents  just  didn’t  know  what  to  do  with  him,  and  to  be  honest  never  really  loved  him  from  the  moment  the  set  eyes  on  him.  While  he  was  a  good  boy,  his  medical  bills  alone  pushed  his  family  to  the  edge  of  financial  disaster.  After  his  parents  were  forced  to  spend  his  entire  college  saving  account  on  his  most  recent  MRI  and  physical  therapy  as  a  result  of  Citizen  trying  to  do  a  handstand  on  a  hover  board  down  a  flight  of  stairs  in  his  local  shopping  mall,  they  decided  that  enough  was  enough.  Something  had  to  be  done.  Sometimes  you  must  trim  the  weak  from  the  heard,  so  that  the  rest  may  survive  the  winter.    While  visiting  a  family  friend  who  lived  far  out  in  the  in  the  woods,  Citizens  parents  heard  the  stories  of  a  legendary  creature  that  lived  deep  in  the  forest.  Some  said  they  would  see  it  from  time  to  time,  just  a  glimpse  before  it  would  dart  back  into  the  cover  of  night.  Others  said  they  found  sets  of  tracks  near  riverbeds  and  in  the  soft  brown  earth  under  he  endless  canopy  of  leaves.  Others  said  an  entire  race  of  creatures  the  local  indian  tribes  used  to  worship  as  Gods  and  sacrifice  young  fertile  boys  too  when  they  could  no  longer  control  their  urge  to  masturbate.  They  called  the  creatures,  the  ooja-benis-wampas,  and  still  feared  them  to  this  day.  On  the  way  back  from  their  friend,  the  bellies  full  of  food  and  their  minds  full  of  mystery,  the  family  stopped  at  the  local  indian  casino  to  see  if  they  could  turn  what  was  left  of  Citizen’s  college  fund  into  enough  money  to  pay  off  his  MRI  bills.  Citizen  was  told  to  wait  in  the  car  while  his  father  and  mother  went  to  ͞throw  dem  bones͟  at  the  craps  table.  Impatiently,  after  only  5  min,  Citizen  decided  to  go  out  and  explore  the  area  round  the  casino.  Finding  a  trail  that  went  off  into  the  woods,  Citizen  though  he  could  smell  the  fait  aroma  of  Pot  being  smoked.  Assuming  it  was  a  group  of  bus  boys,  or  dealers  on  break,  Citizen  went  off  to  see  if  he  could  find  the  source  of  smell  and  maybe  get  a  puff  or  two.    Due  to  his  inability  to  read  a  map,  the  lack  of  cell  phone  coverage,  and  the  fact  that  Citizen  often  spent  his  days  in  a  dark  basement  playing  video  games  and  watching  South  Park  episodes  from  the  Kodi  Build  on  his  phone  7s.  he  quickly  became  hopelessly  and  completely  lost  in  the  deep  dark  forest.  After  what  seemed  like  hours,  Citizen  came  to  a  clearing  of  sorts  and  stopped  to  rest.  He  noticed  the  forest  had  become  quiet,  eerily  quiet  in  fact.  So  quiet  he  could  hear  the  babble  of  a  creek  off  in  the  distance,  and  could  hear  the  wind  whistling  off  the  trees  of  a  distant  peak.  Remembering  his  video  game  training,  he  knew  he  must  take  the  high  ground  if  he  was  to  survive.  Pushing  his  weak  and  pasty  legs  to  the  absolute  physical  edge,  Citizen  began  to  hike  up  the  side  of  the  hill.  As  he  hugged  a  steep  edge  overlooking  a  clearing  below,  he  heard  an  odd  grunting  and  slapping  sound  that  gave  him  pause.  Suddenly,  the  rock  he  was  standing  on  gave  way  and  caused  a  cascade  of  debris  to  tumble  down  the  steep  hill.  Citizen  slipped  and  well  and  began  to  tumble  down  the  embankment  after  it.  As  he  tumbled  out  of  control,  a  feeling  not  unusual  to  him,  he  heard  what  sounded  like  a  dull  thud,  and  then  a  sheik  of  pain  like  none  he  had  ever  heard.  Crashing  through  a  wall  of  dense  undergrowth,  Citizen  suddenly  landed  face  down  on  a  warm,  muscular,  hairy  chest.  This  chest  belonged  to  no  man,  it  belong  to  something  unseen  by  human  eyes  this  close  since  before  the  white  man  came.  Lifting  his  head,  he  gazed  upon  the  unconscious  face  of  a  8  foot  tall  ape  like  creature,  with  a  fresh  head  wound  caused  by  a  falling  rock,  and  an  erection  that  would  make  a  horse  feel  ashamed  of  being  too  small.  What  a  lucky  headshot,  thought  Citizen.  However  
his  joy  soon  turned  to  dread  as  two  new  shadows  loomed  above  him  and  blotted  out  the  sun.  He  gazed  up  to  see  the  hairy  withered  tits  of  two  females,  angry  that  their  lover’s  triangle  had  just  been  interrupted  by  the  falling  debris.    Scrambling  to  his  feet  Citizen  tried  to  run,  but  the  smaller  heavier  female  grabbed  him  by  the  back  of  the  shirt  and  pulled  him  back  sharply,  throwing  him  to  the  ground.  The  strength  of  the  female  creature  tore  his  shirt  clean  off  his  body  exposing  his  hairless  white  chest.  The  sight  of  his  smooth  and  supple  skin  seemed  to  intrigue  the  females.  Having  been  in  the  throngs  of  passion,  it  was  not  lost  on  Citizen  their  nipples  were  still  erect,  and  he  could  see  a  dampness  glistening  in  the  matted  fur  between  their  legs.  The  larger  female  moved  behind  him  blocking  his  escape.  He  felt  her  powerful  fingers  caressing  his  neck.  Powerless  to  flee,  he  begged  and  pleaded  with  them  to  let  him  go.  His  cries  for  mercy  seemed  to  only  intrigue  them  more,  as  if  his  fear  aroused  and  excited  them.  Tugging  sharply  at  his  sweatpants  Citizen  could  only  scream  in  horror  as  he  was  left  naked  and  exposed,  his  member  hanging  in  the  breeze.  The  females  stared  at  it,  intrigued  at  is  shrived  pink  appearance.    The  smaller  female  quickly  shoved  Citizen  to  the  ground,  flipping  him  over,  opened  wide  and  began  sucking  his  member  with  the  force  of  10  dyson  vacuum  cleaners.  The  pain  was  almost  unbearable,  but  so  was  the  pleasure.  For  what  seemed  like  an  age,  the  female  sucked  and  sucked,  half  of  Citizen’s  blood  rushing  to  his  penis.  Engorging  it,  swelling  it,  lengthening  it,  enlarging  it  until  she  suddenly  released  him  from  her  oral  embrace.  His  member  was  throbbing,  hard,  and  10x  its  normal  size.  Pleased  with  her  work,  the  large  female  suddenly  stood  over  his  newly  emboldened  member,  and  dropped  all  500  lbs  of  her  weight  directly  only  his  cock,  her  muscular  vagina  swallowing  his  entire  member  inside  her.  Up  and  down,  slamming  her  body  into  his.  The  second  female  suddenly  appeared  directly  over  Citizen,  dropping  her  dripping  when  snatch  onto  his  mouth,  engulfing  his  entire  face  in  her  wet  meat  pocket.  Writing  and  grinding  on  his  face,  Citizen  felt  his  pelvic  bones  being  to  crack  and  fracture  with  intoxicating  thrust.  As  the  small  female  began  to  shake  and  cum  directly  into  his  mouth,  the  larger  female  dropped  with  all  her  might  onto  his  cock  so  hard  his  pelvis  shattered  into  a  thousand  shards  inside  his  body.  His  cries  of  pain  were  muffled  in  the  drowning  waterfall  of  female  cum  pouring  out  of  her  pussy.  Suddenly,  a  roar  was  heard  in  the  forest  for  miles,  the  Male  had  awoken.  Both  females,  having  satisfied  themselves,  wandered  off  into  the  woods  in  search  of  a  stream  to  clean  themselves  off.    Unable  to  move,  Citizen  stared  at  the  3  foot  throbbing  penis  that  loomed  over  his  face  as  he  stared  up  at  the  sky.  His  legs  useless,  his  mouth  rubbed  raw,  and  his  lungs  half  full  of  the  small  females  pleasure  juices,  Citizen  could  only  whimper  as  the  large  and  enraged  male  picked  him  up  with  one  hand,  flipped  him  over,  and  aimed  directly  for  his  virgin  cinnamon  ring.  At  least  there  are  no  bones  to  get  in  his  way,  he  thought,  as  the  first  thrust  plunged  the  beast  cock  directly  into  his  colon.  Five,  ten,  one  hundred  thrusts  later,  the  beast  moaned  in  pleasure  as  he  erupted  a  volcano  of  thick  white  cum  into  what  was  left  of  citizen’s  abdomen.  Dropping  to  the  floor  like  deflated  water  balloon,  fluids  leaked  out  of  every  opening,  the  world  slowly  faded  to  black.  I  wonder  if  my  parents  won  at  the  casino,  thought  Citizen  as  the  world  melted  away  around  him,  and  he  drifted  off  into  that  long  eternal  slumber  of  death.  That  had  in  fact,  they  had  won  big,  and  never  even  went  to  look  for  him.  

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Posted  Edited by Citizen

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EDIT: for real, gonna have to give this 2/10 because no lasers

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I can't believe I wasted so many hours for a two-faced, shitty, and ungrateful community for a gamemode that lost its charm. If I could take back ever setting foot in ZE I would in the snap of my fingers, consequences be damned.

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1 hour ago, hotEvercLear said:

his  hairless  white  chest

Also, WHITE? I'M NOT WHITE!

RACISTS!

 

REEEEEEEEEEEEE


I can't believe I wasted so many hours for a two-faced, shitty, and ungrateful community for a gamemode that lost its charm. If I could take back ever setting foot in ZE I would in the snap of my fingers, consequences be damned.

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