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Smut Experiment
By : c0p13r
Category: +. to F > Excel Saga
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Disclaimer: I don’t own EXCEL SAGA and I make no money off this story…
Chapter List
- 1-How low can. copy-chan sink?
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A wad of used tissue paper rolls onto the floor, and steadily unfolds to show a letter. Said letter reads:
I, copier c. copycat, for the purpose of writing a new smut and shameless, fourth-wall-breaking pandering, am using the characters of the EXCEL SAGA to expand the range of selection of material!
And down comes the red stamp of approval!
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“Ah, the day is hot and the work is hard,” said Pedro, wiping at his sweaty face with the towel around his neck. But in spite of the stress in his muscles and the heat on his face, he smiled brightly toward the future. “But it is all worth it, for the sake of mi Corazón and Sandora! I will make lots of money, and then that money will go to them! And we will be together and be happy!”
The horn blared for the end of the work day, and his coworkers waved goodbye to him as they all went to their respective homes and sexy wives. But Pedro chose to stay behind. He chose to stay behind because, for whatever reason, the construction company installed a full showering facility for its workers at the side of the skyscraper currently being built. The cost was extravagant and all that jazz, and when asked of its necessity, the foreman bellowed with laughter and said, “Nothing is too good for my crew!” And all were smiling and satisfied with that unsatisfying answer.
“Pedro is so grateful for this showering center,” Pedro said as he undressed in the locker room. “Work is so hard! This is comfortable!” Washcloth draped and held on both ends, dick wagging indecently between his legs, he headed to the showers… which were already running. Maybe That Gomez was still hanging around in the background, kneeling for some random, unseen task that never gets resolved. Pedro laughed out loud. “Oh, That Gomez!”
He walked into the showers – a big open room with the single post of shower spouts for multiple bathers to congregate together – and saw that there was indeed another using the facilities. He could not see the face, for their back was to him. Blinking, he peered forward with some interest. “Oh? Is it That Gomez?” He’d never seen That Gomez standing before.
Then the person turned slightly to get a better wash on one side, and Pedro exploded.
“M-M-Miss Excel?!!” The revelation blew him literally into the wall behind him, leaving a cracked imprint in the marble, perfectly outlining his sprawled limbs and even his penis.
Excel Excel, taking pleasure in the wash, opened her eyes with a curious noise. She had thought all the ignorant masses had left for the day. “Pedro?”
She connected her fist to his jaw, breaking him through the wall, screeching, “How dare you!!”
“But Miss Excel,” stammered the immigrant on the floor, trying to explain this improbable scenario.
But Miss Excel never wasted time on dawdling or thinking! She was berating him with an admonishing finger swinging up and down by the shoulder, never minding how the frantic, wide motion made her exposed, glistening breasts bounce, nor how her posture brandished the split of her legs and the fine patch of blond hair at her pubis. “You have a wife, Pedro! A wife and a son that you work tirelessly for! And though, in the grand scheme of things, they do not serve Lord Ilpalazzo in any significant way, they are motivation for you to work hard, and what you work hard at is building the buildings that will soon belong to ACROSS and therefore Lord Ilpalazzo! And if you lose your wife because you want to peek at beautiful, young naked women showering, then you lose your motivation to be a useful servant to ACROSS! And that’s why I say”—She punched Pedro again through another wall—“Pedro, you idiot!”
Pedro, strewn on the ground with swollen cheeks, moaned, shook, and slurred, “But… Miss Excel…”
A brief interaction and explanation were skimmed over, turning the scene back to where they started, but now with an understanding that it was all just one big misunderstanding. And Excel had to laugh sheepishly while rubbing the back of her head, unintentionally giving Pedro – who had eyes only for his sexy, sexy wife – a bird’s eye view of her full nakedness. “Sorry, Pedro,” she said in that slower, more tempered tone when she was bested by reason. “This facility was made for all the staff, and that includes you. Heheh~”
Pedro just nodded with a smile. “Sí. But as long as you don’t mind, I will share this shower time with you.”
“Mind? I don’t mind at all!” she shouted, lunging while Pedro lunged in return. And so ensued their traditional fist bumping ritual, ending with the simultaneous “Karadu” followed by raucous laughter. Harmless and stupid usually, but now they were both naked and made the exercise rather vulgar and lewd.
Excel then returned a hand to her chin, smiling thoughtfully in thought, her fang peeking from the side of her grin. “Well, Pedro, while I don’t mind showering with a friend and lower coworker, as all outside of ACROSS are beneath me and all are beneath Lord Ilpalazzo…” She pointed down dramatically and raised her voice to its usual shriek, “What’s that doing there, Pedro?!!”
“Ah!” Pedro stared dramatically to what she was referencing!
It was a Puchu… Poochoo?... idling cutely on the floor, humming and tottering and just being so darn cute. And being averse to all things cute and cuddly and not Lord Ilpalazzo, Excel Excel attacked the alien scout, dashing it to the marble wall that had not been demolished previously. The Puchu struck, its face switching from cuddly to gruff. “Ah, I die so fast in the corner!” And he died.
“That little freak notwithstanding,” Excel went on easily, and then pointed directly at Pedro’s erect cock. “Pedro, what’s with the erection, man? Come on, show some self-control.”
Pedro, realizing that he had a hard-on, immediately began to cry. “It’s just, it’s just that I’ve been so long without my sexy, sexy wife, Miss Excel! Pedro has the needs of a man, but cannot act on them! Forgive Pedro! He is crying twin waterfalls of abject shame!”
While the foreigner lamented the lack of control he had, Excel had already begun to analyze the situation. “Hmm, I could let you go off, but carrying that thing around the city, you might as well be carrying a loaded gun. You’ll lose your family, and then we’re back at square one. And so…!” She thrust her fist high in the air, her tits bouncing. “For the good of ACROSS and for my friend and unwitting understudy, I, Excel Excel, will personally drive your demons from you!”
Pedro had no way of fending off Excel’s sudden burst of energy; he was not Lord Ilpalazzo, who was ready with revolvers, bazookas, and pullcords at a moment’s notice. She was beside him, locking an arm around him while she grabbed his hard, pointing dick with her free hand. “Ah! Miss Excel, what are you doing to poor Pedro?!”
“What’s it look like I’m doing?! I’m gonna get you off!” she answered excitedly, and then dropped to a more thoughtful tone, “But jeez, Pedro, you have some package here. Not like a gun, more like a weapon of mass destruction.”
In response, Pedro writhed, his head shaking violently and turning upward. “Pedro cannot do this! It betrays the trust of his sexy, sexy wife!”
“Pedro, stop thinking so selfishly! If I let you go with your dick hard like this, you’ll make bad choices and probably screw some bimbo in the redlight district! Right now, you have a trusted friend and loyal member of ACROSS lending her unyielding aid! So with that all cleared up, let’s go~!!” She stroked ultra-fast then, rubbing him fully from tip to base, and Pedro could only wrap an arm around her for support, unwittingly grabbing a handful of her full tit. Without stopping, she rebuked him, “Hey! Watch the hands, mister! These are the property of Lord Ilpalazzo someday!”
But he did not concede. “I cannot help it! Pedro! He had been pent up for so long, and…! And…!” He bit his bottom lip and came, shooting well across four feet; even the rash Excel had to pause and gawk in amazement at the distance covered, never mind the amount. If not for the running shower, a full, white line would have streaked from the first landing all the way back to the origin point. But her pause made him whine, “Please, Miss Excel! Do not stop!”
“Huh? Oh, right…” Excel, more mechanically… or rather slower than before – as she moved her fist like a piston machine before – milked the remnants of his release, squeezing to push the rest of it out from his brown tip.
He breathed a sigh of relief when the ecstasy of unloading his blue balls ebbed. He relaxed, finally letting go of his friend’s breast and easing back on wobbling feet. Sense settled in, and that was when he began to sob again. “Oh, what has Pedro done? The floor, it is stained with Pedro’s great shame!”
“Is that what it is?” Excel pondered, scratching at her head.
“It is true that Pedro has resisted all temptations,” he sniffled, “but now…! All that I have saved for when I see my sexy, sexy wife again is spent on the floor!”
Excel waved at him. “Hey, it’s not so bad. It’s not like she’s gonna count the sperm, is she?”
Not hearing her bad reasoning, Pedro howled is misery. “Pedro has no right to call himself a man!”
Seeing that there was no consoling him, Excel decided to look off-screen, gesturing to some unseen entity. “Hey, do you think you could maybe take care of this?”
“Certainly,” answered the Great Will of the Macrocosm. And with a simple flip of the scene, Excel and Pedro are back to standing apart, completely naked, and Pedro completely hard. It was a poor excuse of a reset to revitalize him, but it works.
“Ah? It’s all back!” said Pedro, once again burdened by a horrible case of blue balls.
“Well, I was hoping we could fix the initial problem, but this is a smut story, right?” Excel exasperated. Jumping back to the here and now, she addressed Pedro. “Pedro! You can’t let yourself be defeated by a mere handy! What kind of man bows out from jerking off when he needs to?!”
“But…!”
“But nothing!” Excel grabbed Pedro by the hair and pulled him down to her crotch. He was given a moment to gawk, but she refused to let him hesitate, joining his mouth with her pussy. “Lick, Pedro!”
Muffled by her muff, Pedro looked imploringly at her. “But”—His lips vibrated against Excel’s quim, and she grinned like a cat—“how will this be of help to Pedro?” She had made such an argument that his erection was dangerous; it seemed odd for him to be fitted mouth-to-pussy on her.
Chuckling smugly, ticking a finger back and forth to admonish his ignorance, Excel easily explained, “We need more than a handjob to get you well. And what better way to get you to stop thinking about sex than actually having sex?! It’s perfect logic, Pedro. Try to keep up.”
“But…”
“But nothing!” Excel roared, shoving his face to her and locking her thighs around his face. “My core throbs for Lord Ilpalazzo, so you need to get it throbbing for you! Get it?!”
Not really, but Pedro was starting to figure out that questioning Miss Excel was more painful than anything else. He just imagined his wife, her cute and soft vagina surrounded by short auburn curls… having no idea that another man was busily pumping into her nightly and filling her with his seed now.
So with an unmarred imagination of his wife in mind, Pedro began to lick and imitate the ways to make his sexy, sexy wife moan. His tongue pointed and curled up through her folds, and then flopped back down, etching her slim line with his saliva, encouraging her body to respond and reciprocate. He heard some soft murmurs and coos from Miss Excel, but of course her grandest reaction was when he started to flick her clitoris. “Oh yeah,” she wheezed, grabbing a fistful of his afro, leering lecherously while pawing at her big, supple breasts and tweaking nipples in turns. “That’s the spot, Pedro.”
Pedro took a moment of pause to say, “Pedro is doing this to his sexy, sexy wife.” He wanted to keep up that imagery, maintaining closed eyes.
But his reverence only made Excel pitch him back to her core. “Then give your wife a good tongue-lashing!”
Aside from the initial stammering – him being successfully pulled from his honor bound fantasy – he became more fervent in his licking. Her gash finally began to bloom, expressing the lovely pink within and a heavier, sweet flavor of her arousal. He was wary about toying with her clit too much, though; when he stayed on that cute nub, her legs twitched violently and knocked his jaw or her hand tightened in his hair. Just stay the course, hope that she was satisfied, and then they would leave as closer friends.
“Alright! That’s enough of that!” exclaimed Excel, suddenly throwing Pedro back to sprawl on the ground. Huffing and drooling like a beast, she stalked toward him. “It’s time for the main event.”
“Wha-what?! Already?!” stammered Pedro.
Excel righted her beastly manner to an aloof posture; a ‘Yeah, obviously’ anime pose. “Well, you can’t expect copier to drag out a story like this one. The odds of this turning into more Patreon clout are one in a thousand.”
“Poor Mr. copy-chan! He works even harder than Pedro, but gets less recognition.”
copy-chan, seizing the opportunity for a natural fourth-wall break, looks at you, nods, and then holds out a hat for money or reviews.
Excel crosses the boundaries of time, space, and reality to slug him out, exclaiming, “This is no time for shameless pandering!” She levied her attention against Pedro’s prominent prick. “This is the issue at hand, and for Lord Ilpalazzo, I will render it defeated!”
She poised herself over the foreigner with affronting confidence. It might have been that he was larger than the dildo that she had mounted on her personalized Lord Ilpalazzo sex mannequin, but her duty in ACROSS was to overcome all obstacles! To climb the highest mountains and scour the ocean floor, to fuck an immigrant to keep him working and ignorantly content at his mindless job!
“Oh!” shuddered Pedro when Excel dropped over him, containing him between her hands and legs. “Miss Excel, mm! It has been such a long time since… since Pedro has…”
“Now, now,” Excel consoled him in her ever-grating voice, “you just leave it to Excel. She knows just what she’s doing!” Dumb as she was, there was truth in that statement, even if she didn’t know it. Aside from the rough manhandling and overbearing persistence that might weaken a man, Excel was lean and plump in all the right places. Her breasts dangled freely as she hovered over Pedro, swaying tenderly when her arm shifted against them as she reached for his cock. Whatever her faults – on of them being not being his wife – Pedro was rock hard and unable to look away from those pale globes, stark contrast to the bronzed and smaller hills of his sexy, sexy wife.
“There we go. Elusive little bastard, aren’t you?” The cock was like a club, though, heavy and thick in her hand, but the eager thumping of his eagerness made him evade her grabs. But now she got him, and now she was positioning him. She wiggled her hips a bit, finding the right angle to take him in now that he was stationary and pointing up. “Ready, Pedro?!” she cheered, flashing him one of her enthusiastic and fanged smiles.
“No! Wait, Miss Excel!”
“No more waiting!” She threw herself on him, and Pedro felt like all his life was being drained in that single, adulterous instant. “It actually feels that way,” murmured Excel to that statement. But it was only when the convenience of that fourth-wall breaking was over that she realized it wasn’t Pedro’s soul leaving him but rather his semen. He really had taken a vow of chastity for his wife to have only lasted the breeching of Excel’s juicy hole before erupting. He ran in, pushing aside her pink walls, spotting them with rushing bursts of cum until he ran up against her thirsty cervix, where he stayed, groaning and moaning and depositing the rest of the creampie.
Whilst Pedro writhed, clamping his hands on the white woman’s waist and spoiling her womb with his potent seed, Excel sat up on his lap, folded her arms under her tits – they plumped up nicely and showed off her hardened pink tips, and pondered the heat welling up in her. “Wow. Excel knew she was a knockout, but that was kinda fast, Pedro.”
“I-I’m sorry, Miss Excel! Gooh!” He gave a few shallow pumps to try to coax more momentum from his loaded testicles. “You are so tight! It is just like the hugs my wife gives me at home! Oh!”
“Hm! Be that as it may, it seems cheap to end it on this note!” She swung an arm out to address the aside again. “Care to help out again?!”
“Of course,” said the Great Will, and once again, cheaply reset the stage. But this time…
“Excel feels a bit of trepidation crawling up her spine, given her current predicament.” She was on all fours now, bowing with her ass elevated high on her knees and her hands spreading the cheeks in offering. “If Excel was spreading her lips and didn’t feel the lubricant over her second hole, she wouldn’t be so worried…”
“Miss Excel,” wheezed the desperate Pedro, his cock revitalized for the third time, looking hard and angry from its reality-shifting abuse. “Pedro is ashamed that he cannot control himself…” His throbbing dick spewed some precum as it neared Excel’s ripe asshole. “But like this, at least…” He guided her hips back to him and ran the head of his pole against her wet anus. “At least this way, Sandora will not have a sibling that Pedro cannot speak of!”
Excel dwelled on that for a moment. There was still a hot swishing sensation in the pit of her stomach. Ms. Will had just moved them past the part of disappointing premature ejaculation! She didn’t erase the event entirely! “W-wait a minute! Give Excel a moment to figure this…ahh!” For all the spreading her hands were doing, it didn’t do much to help lessen the pain of Pedro leaning into her. His swollen head struck against her tiny butthole, contended with merciful but overpowering restraint, and crept into her back passage with the stealth of a bull wandering into a cuckold convention.
Excel’s hands went from her round posterior to brace underneath her on the tiled floor. Her eyes bugged out as her rectum was steadily and fully stretched out by Pedro’s girth. He was stuck inside her, so both of his big hands were handling her waist now, drawing her hole further onto his shaft, all the while spewing nonsensical words or apologizing to his sexy, sexy wife.
It seemed like minutes or even hours, though no more than five seconds for every stacked inch – less than a minute – for the entirety of his length to sit obstinately in her bowels. Her guts felt unstable with him inside them, squeezing and trying to pass him; he didn’t budge. The heat of friction from his raw insertion left Excel’s rim trembling and flexing fruitlessly at his base while his hanging balls bunched up against her cunt. Altogether, getting over the discomfort of a hole stretching to its limit, it wasn’t the worst feeling in the world.
“And,” Excel commented to herself for some levity, “since Pedro suffers from premature ejaculation, this shouldn’t last too long.”
“Thank you for letting me use this hole, Miss Excel,” exclaimed Pedro. “I will hold out as long as I can!”
“Wait, what?” Excel didn’t have time to explore other options, and Pedro proved that, while a mouse in conversation, he was a beast in – figurative – bed. He arched his hips out of her, draining her hole to the point where he left a vacuum. And with determined precision, he filled her up again, striking at her guts like they owed him money! He pursed his lips, his face drawn up and… not looking pretty. He grunted and groaned and made all sorts of noises. But none were as loud or as clamored as Excel’s… nor as honest.
“Excel has…! Excel has…! Uhn! Excel has never had it up the butt like this! Ow! Only-only her fingers…! Ooh! When Lord Ilpalazzo has driven her—ah! There!—driven her to insanity!” Her hands braced her body against the pummeling thrusts of her coworker and friend, her arms unintentionally ricocheting the impact back to meet the dive of his cock. Beneath her, her tits flattened and rolled against the floor with each clapping shot to her innards. Whatever spot of pleasure there was to be found in this hole that her probing fingers could not find, Pedro had found it. Pushing up the space, he massaged her tight walls and continued to sear pleasure on her contracting border. In short time, Excel found herself back in ecstasy and even wondering where her allegiance would lie if Pedro took and withheld his cock from her bowels.
“Ahh~♥” She threw herself up from the ground in a fit of rapture, her boobies floundering against one another from the jerky upheaval from the floor. “Pedro! You are making Excel very concerned about her unwavering, undying loyalty to ACROSS!” She paused, moaning in acknowledgement as Pedro’s hands sprung from her waist to the now-accessible bosoms bouncing below her. “And therefore—ah!—her loyalty to Lord Ilpalazzo!”
“Miss Excel!” wheezed Pedro; his only response.
“I’m not telling you to stop,” she rambled on, nonstop, “I’m just telling you…!!!” Her body tightened up, her legs snapping together, trying to put some pressure and stimulus to her hungry-but-dripping groin. His balls were more of a tease to her clit than an actual service; thank goodness that Pedro’s cock was still working like a piston! “… Excel is cumming!!” She did, her birthing canal tightening so hard that a spurt of Pedro’s semen actually flew from the tunnel. She gave a prolonged wail as all of her tightened up, including her butt.
“It’s so hard for Pedro to move now,” he blabbered, and then hunched, making a few successful but short thrusts. “Pedro is afraid… afraid that he cannot do more for Miss Excel!”
Eyes crossed, tongue lulling and dripping from the side of her mouth like a slobbery little slut, she slurred, “I think Pedro has done more than enough to Excel Excel~”
Maybe, but there was still one last thing. Pedro rolled his hips deep against the contracting muscles that fought hard against his indecisive stay. If he was going to blow, it was going to be deep and plentiful. “Oooo~ Síííí~” His lips pursed up, face squinting hard. He’d made the same face when he impregnated his wife! Soon, the thumping head of his cock began to inseminate Excel’s colon, Pedro-faced tadpoles leaping on in gooey droves with a “Karadu!” before running headlong into the infertile walls of her intestine; their brothers in the womb were having better luck nosing Excel’s egg.
Pedro kept one of Excel’s tits caught in his hand, but when his strength was spent, he had to use the other to brace on the floor or else he’d bring Miss Excel faceplanting with him. Chivalry was not dead. Both he and her stayed aloft – barely – and caught their breath while waiting for Pedro to deflate and retract. But when Pedro planted a sweet kiss on Excel’s shoulder, the magic died. She elbowed him off and out of her brutally. “None of that, Pedro,” she berated him, sitting in an indecent squat, a puddle of Pedro cum forming beneath her. “Save the mushy stuff for your wife.” She poked a thumb to herself. “Kisses on this body are reserved for Lord Ilpalazzo.”
Pedro turned away from the abject rejection. “Pedro’s twin waterfalls of shame have resumed flowing,” he lamented to no one in particular.
And while he sobbed, Excel finally took note of herself, touching her happy quim and bringing away fingers strung with white goo. “No wonder your wife got pregnant the first time; you shoot gallons. Excel may actually get pregnant with a bastard not belonging to Lord Ilpalazzo.”
Hearing this, Pedro sobbed more. “O, Sandora~!”
For the final time, rather than go out and buy a Plan B pill, Excel beseeched the help of the Great Will of the Macrocosm. The wheel of space hovered next to Excel, her disembodied arms planted on what was presumably her hips. Excel, spreading her legs open to reveal her messy gash and the likelihood of carrying Pedro’s baby, asked, “Do you think you can take care of this?”
“You really shouldn’t rely on me so much,” Ms. Will advised, shaking a finger back and forth in reproach. “We can only retcon so much in the same story.”
Aside, Excel whispered, “But didn’t you just flash us forward in time instead of retconning?”
“But,” Ms. Will went on uninterrupted, “I think I have a solution for this.”
The scene flipped cheaply to reveal the Great Will of the Macrocosm shoved deep in between Excel’s legs, making noises of slurping, licking, and humming approval while the blond writhed on the floor, moaning and screeching and biting the knuckle of her index finger as Ms. Will apparently ate her out… without a mouth. Her pussy was stretched open by Ms. Will’s thumbs so that whatever was licking at Excel’s soiled crotch could get deep to Pedro’s sown seeds.
“Ah~♥ This is the third c0p13r story to feature felching in a row!” Excel briefly pointed out before twitching and returning to the delight of Ms. Will’s nonexistent mouth.
Watching from behind with a cock at half mast, Pedro pondered whether or not he should take his intended shower and then slip by to chastise himself at home for his adultery. But the moment he moved, Excel pointed a finger at him. “Don’t leave, Pedro! We’re going again—ah!—when the Will’s done!”
“No~! Again~?!” wailed Pedro in the painful moments of guilt and clarity that comes right after life-changing sex.
Teetering in from the floor, a Puchu makes another unexplained cameo to watch the main character get cum licked out of her pussy. The cute features turn hard and gruff. “When’s gonna be my turn?” he snaps.
And then, busted lip and swollen cheek, copy-chan makes another desperate appearance, plopping down next to the Puchu. He waits a moment, then looks at the teddy bear alien thing and asks, “… Wanna join my Patreon?”
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