Erm... I hope that this style is okay here. It is a rather funny picture.

This should be a thread for those kids' shows aimed for the 6-8 and younger kind of demographic. You know, like Go Diego Go, Lazytown, and this show. Shows that older prepubescent kids say are too kiddy for them. Mostly because not many older types watch shows for kids that much younger than them and draw stuff for it.

OH GOD MY CHILDHOOD WAS MADE UP OF THE KRATT BROTHERS AND THEIR ANTICS CARING FOR ANIMALS. WHY OH WHYYYY.

I... I even met them once. I shall never think of them the same way again.

they're actually really kind of hot together what

>>71397

Well, when most of us were younger we watched shows like Hey Arnold!, Ed, Edd, and Eddy, those kind. Stuff like Go Diego Go! and Lazytown are not a part of our childhoods, we were older when that came out (and that's probably the reason why there's not much porn of them.)

Oh shit. My first ever crush was Chris Kratt, and now I'm looking at gay cartoon incest porn of him. My life has come full circle.

>>71488

I'm 20 now, but I still watched Lazy Town ;A; ...Icelanders are hot.

Obligatory Magnús Scheving (aka Sportacus) pic.

Run Zoboomafoo! Get out of there! Before it's too late!

>>71695

too bad all the art is shit, except for these
>>71332
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>>71330
>>71332

YOU GIVE ME REASONS TO LOVE THE INTERNET.

you're welcome....my friend was asking who they where when i was working on it and i really didnt want to tell her and ruin her child hood.....so i let her figure it out.

>>71763
sorry huge file

Can we get some writefags in on this?

>>71710
Does that mean I should stop posting them then if no one else wants to see them?

>>71783
no keep posting please. i'd like to see more

>>71784
I would if I could but I think that the drafag who has drawn most of these images is growing uninspired and would like some writefaggotry to draw from.

>>71447
How are they like in person? Stuck up at all or something?

Aww yeah, we have a writefag.

But post more child damaging art, I didn't mean to keep posting the Kratt bro's but... well they're a big part of my childhood

>>71695
Holy fuck. What episode is this from?

I use to watch Kratts' Creatures all the time (1995). Never got into Zoboomafoo though.

http://4chanwhy.livejournal.com/

http://cartoon.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=600093113

picture unrelated

Woah ! Thank you very much OP , the wild kratt thread on /y/ is filled with hatred and trolls , but this one is lovely.
HAVE A SMUT FIC DEAR OP !

"Martin, let's call it a night. It's almost night time, and I'm tired.

Martin looked panic striken. "Come on, just one more hour! Please!"

"Dude, it will be nighttime by then!"
"But the flowers only bloom at night!" Martin protested.
Chris suddenly felt shocked. "What? Nu uh!" Chris always knew more than his brother. Always! Although his knowledge was pretty much strictly on animals, he had never heard of a flower blooming at night. That was just absurd! Flowers needed sun light, not darkness! No wonder Martin had insisted on searching late at night the past weeks.
"It's true!" Martin huffed. "Ask Koki! She's the one who told me. The flowers look like regular plants during the day but at night they bloom into blue flowers!"
"Even if that's true, we haven't even seen anything that rezimbles a flower since we've been walking!" Chris was starting to get really aggravated by this point; it was one thing to be dedicated to searching for something, but to have no leads or clear plan greatly annoyed him. He wasn't like his brother, who found being spontanious fun.

Martin start twiddling his thumbs. "Well, we can't be far! There is more moisture in the air, and that's what flowers need. Besides, the air smells faintly sweet, which could mean the flower is near by! Come on, you said one more day!"
" 'DAY'! " Chris practically shouted, " Not 'NIGHT'! "
Martin was taken aback by his brother's sudden outburst, but he held his ground. "You stay here then, I'm going!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"

>>72727
They both crossed their arms and turned their backs to one another. It was rare that they faught, but it did happen, and when it did, both brothers ended up being alone until they cooled off. Chris started to unload his pack underneith a tree, while Martin continued onward. "Stupid, iggnorant..." Chris thought bitterly, "He's not going to find that damn bat! He's just wasting his time!". Chris knew he would eventually have to follow his brother; he was always the first one to make up during a fight, no matter who's fault it was. However, he wasn't doing it right now. He was tired and sore, and he wanted nothing more then to rest for a few minutes. "Just a few minutes" he said with a yawn, "Then, I'll go after him and try to coax him back here. After he's cooled down, he should see that this trip is a bust."

Chris laid out under the tree. He wasn't sure what kind of tree it was; certainly nothing he had ever seen. It was small, no more than 15 feet tall, with long, slender branches. The branches hung low, as if they were trying to reach for the ground, and they had many odd shaped leaves. They looked like leaves that were dead and crumpled up, yet they were green with life. Chris found himself thumbing on of the leaves as he slowly started to drift into sleep. He tried to fight off the sleep, but found the cool, slightly perfumed air too relaxing. "I won't fall asleep..." he told himself in vain. The last thing he remembered seeing was the leaf in his hand slowly blooming into a bright, blue flower.
Martin stomped through the jungle, not even bothering to keep quiet, lest he disturb the bat he was trying to find. "Chris! He's so stubborn!" He snapped outloud. A near by monkey could be heard in the distance, as if agreeing with the older brother. "I mean, we are so close! I can feel it!" He sniffed the air and was possitve the air was getting more and more sweet as the day grew darker. By now it was almost pitch black, and he was struggling to see where he was going. He had been walking on his own for a good 45 minutes, and his younger brother had yet to chase after him. "Normally he would have apologized to me by now, and then I would have apologized, and everything would be fine!". This worried him slightly. He hoped he hadn't really pissed him off; he hated it whenever they fought. "Maybe I should apologize first, for once..." he said aloud, which earned him a frog croaking somewhere near by. "I mean... he's right. We're low on supplies and it has been two weeks since we started this." Martin slowed his pace down and looked around. "I should go back." He stopped in his tracks and quickly pulled out a flashlight. Once he turned it on, he gasped at what the light was showing him.

Everywhere he turned, bright, blue flowers greeted his vision. They were litterally everywhere;, left, right, above him and below him. No wonder the sweet scent he had smelled earlier was getting stronger; it was all around him! He grinned all the way to his ears and jumped for joy. "YEAH!" He shouted, causing a few near by animals to make scared noises. "I can't wait to show Chris! The bat will be somewhere near here, I know it!" Without further thinking, Martin sprinted off in the direction towards Chris.
-When Martin arrived at the camp spot, he was surpised to see that Chris was soundly asleep under a Nightshade plant. His surprised turned into horror when he saw that Chris had a flower in his hand, and the flowers were all over his body; Koki had warned him not to touch the plant, as every part of the plant is highly poisonious. "The Nightshade is a beautiful flower." Koki had told him, "It smells heavenly, and is said to have aphrodisiac properties, but don't let that fool you; it's very dangerous. The plant shouldn't be touched without gloves, and NEVER ingest it! Even a small amount can cause death!" Martin dropped the flash light and ran to his brother. "Don't be dead!" he thought frantically. He swatted the flower out of his hand and grabbed either side of his face.
"Chris! Chris! Wake up!" Martin pleaded. He noted that he was still breathing, which was a good sign. "Chris! This you shoudn't be so close to this plant! It's dangerous!" When Chris didn't respond, Martin wasted no time dragging his younger brother out from underneight the plant. "Chris, this isn't funny! Wake up!". Martin noticed Chris's skin felt hot. Although the jungle was naturally pretty warm, it wasn't hot enough to make Chris's flesh burn like it currently was. Martin chewed on his lip as he thought about what to do. He was never good at making desisions, that had always been Chris's job. But he knew if he didn't do something quick, Chris could end up in serious trouble. He quickly called Koki on his wrist watch.

"Koki!" Koki heard the urgency in Martin's voice and instantly started to worry. It wasn't right for the Kratt brothers to be scared. "What is it, Martin? Talk to me!"
"It's Chris!" He wailed, "I think he may be sick! He won't wake up and I found him under a Nightshade plant! He also had a plant in his hand! He's burning up!"

Chris felt strange. He felt like his vision and hearing was off, and his whole body felt on fire. He knew he heard his brother talking, but he didn't know what he was saying, and he sounded so far away. It felt like something heavy was on top of him. What was it? "Something warm..." he thought. It slowly occured to him that it was Martin, pinning him to the ground and saying incoherent things.
Martin stopped talking when he noticed his brother wasn't replying, or at the very least flailing at him to get off. He looked down and saw that Chris was simply staring up at him, his lips slightly parted. "Chris?". Martin saw in horror that his eyes were dialted, as if he were high on some kind of drug. "Chris! Can you hear me?" By now he was sitting on his brother's chest, his hands on either side of Chris's face. "C'mon, speak to me!".
Chris could understand what Martin was saying but didn't really care for it. The moon was full and shining brightly, eliminating Martin's features. Chris could make out Martin's worried stare, and he wondered why he was so upset. He tried to tell his older brother that he was fine; in fact, he felt great. His whole body felt relaxed and tingled with pleasure. The sweet smell all around him only intensified this effect. Suddenly, Martin's face was a mere inches from his own, and Chris noticed how blue his eyes were. "Just like the flowers that surround us..." he thought as he suddenly realized there were thousands of blue flowers behind his brother. He wondered why his brother looked so worried; weren't they looking for blue flowers? Since he couldn't find words to let his brother know he was fine, he decided to show him; he pulled his brother down and wrapped his arms around him.

Martin didn't know what was going on; first he was shouting for his brother to talk to him and getting no results (save for a dead eyed stare), and now he was suddenly benieth his brother's arms and laying flat on his chest. "C-Chris? Are you okay?". His only response was Chris tightening his grip.

"Good, that shut him up" Chris thought. He held his brother tightly and refused to loosen his grip. Although he had only meant to let him know that he was okay, he now didn't want to let him go. It felt...nice? "Nice?" Chris thought with a laugh that only he could hear. "What am I thinking?" He wasn't sure, and he didn't care, either. He never had time to hold anyone; his job and life style kept him far too busy. The only person he was constantly around was his brother. Not that he mind. His brother was his best friend, and he loved him dearly. Just thinking about it made him happier.

Martin was starting to feel awkward. His head was stuck sideways on Chris's chest, and it didn't seem like Chris was going to let him go anytime soon. Whenever he tried to move, Chris would tighten his grip. He was glad that Chris was conscious now, but worried that he wouldn't talk or move. He was starting to feel hot and dizzy. "Probably due to the damn flowers!" He thought with a groan. "Chris, we need to get away from these flowers!" He said, although his voice was muffled from Chris's arms. "They're toxic-" Before he had time to finish, he felt Chris's arms loosen. He felt relieved that his brother was letting go of him, but that feeling was quickly replaced with confusion when he found himself on his back. The first thing he saw was the full moon, which was soon replaced with brown eyes staring down on him. That's when he realized he was on the ground with Martin pinning his arms above his head. "C-Chris?"
God, Chris was SO sick of Martin talking. Why was he talking so much? Why did he look so worried? Chris hated that look. Even though he was the younger brother, he always felt like he had to look after Martin and make sure he was always happy. It upset him that he looked so sad. Chris's body felt on fire, and he needed...something. He wasn't sure; he just knew there was an itch, he just wasn't sure where to scratch. He currently had Martin pinned beneath his legs, and he had his arms pinned downed above his head. Chris's face was about a foot away from the older brother's, and he couldn't stop staring at his eyes. They were just so blue! God, they were beautiful. Chris let go of Martin's right hand, placed it above his right, then pinned them together, while his free hand cupped the right side of Martin's face. Martin gasped in surprised, and his cheeks turned a deep crimson. A sigh escaped Chris's lips; simply touching Martin made his skin burn and tingle in a way he had never experienced before, and he wanted more.

Martin didn't know what to do or how to react. Here he was, pinned beneath his brother, while said brother was caressing his face. He was painfully aware that the look in Chris's face was that of desire, and this scared Martin more than anything ever have, even more than almost being eaten by a tiger. Chris was his brother! Brothers weren't supposed to be doing this! He knew it would only get worse if they didn't get to some fresh air, and quick. Koki had said that smelling it wouldn't kill you, but he vaguely wondered if being surrounded by so many would prove her wrong. "C-Chris, please stop this...this is right!". He pleaded, but that seemed to only make him continue with his caressing. "Why?" Chris asked, startling Martin and causing him to shake beneath his younger brother. "I like this. It's nice." Martin was about to explain why this was ALL wrong, when he was suddenly cut off. He was vaguely aware that something was blocking his view, making everything dark, and cutting off oxygen. It wasn't until he felt hot, moist air on his lips did he realize Chris was kissing him.

Chris felt his older brother tense up and struggle against him. This only made him deepen the kiss. His lips felt fevered and tingled as he ran his tongue over his brother's lips. He couldn't help him self; he just wanted his brother to stop talking, and this was the easiest way to do so. Plus, it felt great. It seemed to be itching the scratch he felt, but it wasn't nearly enough, not at all. He wanted more, and he felt himself quickly needing release. His used his free hand to keep Martin's hand steady, who was still struggling in vain to get away.
Martin couldn't breathe and felt his mind going numb. His brother was kissing him! Try as he might, he couldn't get away, and he was painfully aware of the increasing hardness of his brother on his thigh. He tried to get his thigh away from his brother, but it only made things worse; Chris groaned into the kiss and gridded up against Martin, which earned him a moan in response. Chris started grinding rhythmically against the younger brother while his free hand wrapped around his slender throat. He stopped kissing Martin on the lips and instead starting licking his neck, causing Martin to cry out and arch his back at the sudden sensation. Martin felt himself getting hard, and he hated himself for it. His thoughts were starting to get cloudy and soon he found himself hoping his brother would continue to ravish him.

Chris had a vague sense that he would regret what he was doing in the morning but he would worry about that later. All he knew at this very moment was his brother was shivering in delight beneath him, and he fucking loved it. He could feel his brother getting harder as he went on, and he loved the sounds he was making. He continued to suck on his neck while thrusting against him. Martin moaned and arched into Chris, causing the younger brother to groan into the older's neck.

Well I'm done , just wanted to save this fic from the /y/ thread and share it with you guys.

>>71330
Also colered version.
and another fic ;
http://cartoon.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=600093113

WE NEED MORE GOOD LORD this thread needs more!

>>72733

I... have seen this pose somewhere before and its driving me crazy because I can't remember where! Aaaah!

is there more?

MORE

Had to draw this. Wild Kratts world needs more rapage. >D

>>77464
Please stay forever, this is pretty good.
Also; no Jimmy porn!
sadfrog.jpg

>>72732
gosh, is there more of that fanfic?

A story someone wrote for me for my Gormound/Chris pic! <3
Enjoy~
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Chris Kratt stared sullenly at the mug of tea clenched tightly in his shaking hands. Four pairs of eyes watched him in concern. Aviva brushed a hand over the bandage on his temple, causing him to flinch violently away from her touch, a flash of fear plainly in his eyes. Before Aviva or any of the others could say anything, Chris mumbled for the hundredth time, "I'm fine, guys, really."

Silence hung in the Tortuga HQ like a foul smell in the air. Chris tightened the blanket around his shoulders and shifted uncomfortably under everyone's gazes. Jimmy Z was twisting his hat nervously, Koki was chewing her lip in worry, Aviva's hands kept twitching in the green-clad man's direction, and Martin was trying to stare his brother down. Martin stood up and walked around the table to where Chris was hunched down in his chair. The blond laid a hand on Chris' shoulder, causing him to tense up. "Walk with me," he said quietly. The brunet looked at his older brother with a questioning frown. "Please," Martin whispered. With that, Chris rose, with some help from his elder brother.

The two brothers walked out of the HQ and into the nearby woods. They stopped in a quiet clearing to talk. Martin helped ease his injured brother into a sitting position against a tree, then plopped down right next to him.

"So," Martin said slowly. "What happened after Gourmond captured you?" Chris ducked his head down, his normally carefully gelled hair hanging limply in front of his eyes. "Nothing," he replied, voice wavering slightly. Martin gently draped his arm around Chris' shoulders and pulled him to his side. "C'mon Chris," he said softly. "You had to have gotten those injuries somewhere. You're also not acting like yourself. Don't lie to me, bro. It doesn't suit you."

Chris began to tremble in his older brother's grasp. A strangled sob escaped his bruised and cracked lips as he collapsed into the blond's caring embrace. He sobbed loudly into Martin's blue jacket. Martin wrapped his arms around the brunet and slowly ran his hand through his brother's hair, muttering soothing sounds into his scalp.

Soon, his heart-wrenching cries died down to quiet sniffs. "Look at me Chris," Martin whispered, gently lifting his chin up. Chris sighed shakily and looked his brother in the eye. Martin gave him a small smile and said, "Whenever you're ready, bro. I can wait as long as you like."

Chris wrapped his arms around his legs and rested his chin on his knees. "Ok," he croaked out. He cleared his throat and tried again. "H-here's the story…"

-FLASHBACK-

When he awoke, darkness was all he could see. Chris' eyes searched the seemingly endless dark, trying to find anything. Panic began to claw at his chest until his eyes finally adjusted. That was when he noticed the rope. Chris flexed his fingers experimentally and tried to tug his bound wrists apart. No such luck.

As Chris attempted to untie his wrists, his mind began to wander. /How exactly did I get into this mess, again? …Oh yeah, we were trying to save some flamingo eggs from becoming apart of a chef salad, when Gourmond snuck up behind me and knocked me in the head./ The brunet gingerly touched a large cut on his head with dried blood crusted down the side of his face. He winced and mumbled, "Note to self: rolling pins can really hurt."

"You don't know the meaning of hurt just yet, boy," a gruff voice said from the darkness. Chris jumped in surprise, blinking a couple of times as the lights suddenly came on. He looked around the room, trying to figure out where they were.

It looked like they were in a poorly furnished bedroom, with a plain full-sized bed and a small round table with two chairs. To anyone that looked in the room, they would have guessed that all the color had been drained from it. The walls, carpet, bed, table, and chairs were all in dreary shades of white and gray.

He looked at Gourmond to make a snappy remark about the interior decorating, but faltered as he caught his eyes. There was something…primal; almost possessive in the way he looked Chris over. The brunet suddenly felt uncomfortably exposed. Gourmond grinned a feral-like grin as Chris began to fidget.

The chef walked, no, stalked over to the younger Kratt and grabbed his chin roughly. He forced the young man's chin up to look him in the eye. Gourmond chuckled darkly and whispered, "You're mine now, boy."

Chris' eyes flew open in shock and disgust as Gourmond placed a bruising kiss upon his lips. He tensed even more as he felt the other man's tongue force its way into his mouth.

The Wild Kratt growled in anger and frustration as he tried, and failed, to push the larger man off of him. Gourmond ignored his struggled and moved to kissing his neck. Chris blushed fiercely and began to fight harder. /If this doesn't stop soon, he's gonna…!!!/ Chris thought frantically.

Suddenly the chef grabbed his bound wrists and held them still above his head with one hand. Chris gasped when he saw the other hand travel down his stomach and to his zipper. "G-Gourmond!" Chris stammered. "Please don't do this! Y-You can't—I mean…ah! You d-don't want-"

-SLAP!-

Chris gasped in pain and fear, spitting blood from a freshly cracked lip. Gourmond grabbed him by the throat and slammed his head against the wall, making Chris see stars. "You WON'T tell me what I do and don't want, understood, boy?" The large man growled into the smaller man's ear. Chris accidentally let a small whimper of fear escape his slightly constricted throat.

Gourmond released his neck and virtually ripped the brunet's shorts off, underclothes and all. He flushed bright red with shame at the exposure, longing to hide himself. The chef flipped him over and hoisted the Kratt's left knee onto a chair. Chris tensed as he heard the sound of pants unzipping. He began to tremble in fearful anticipation of what he dreaded was to come. He flinched when he felt Gourmond's hand brush lightly down his thigh and come to rest on his manhood.

Then a pain like no other shot through his backside, scorching him from the inside, out. Chris turned his head and scrunched his eyes shut against the unbearable pain pounding into him, hot tears pouring down his cheeks. A cry was tore from him as Gourmond pulled almost all of the way out then slammed into him even deeper, over and over again.

When it felt as if Chris could take no more, a grunt sounded from the chef and his seed filled him. Gourmond pulled out, redid his pants, roughly pulled Chris' shorts back on, took him outside and threw him into his van. He drove for about ten minutes and stopped. Then Gourmond threw him onto the ground and drove away.

-ENDFLASHBACK-

"…and that was when you guys found me," Chris finished. By the end of his story, he was crying and almost
hyperventilating. Martin had angry tears in his eyes and was shaking his head. "I can't believe he…he did that to you!" Martin cried forlornly. "If only I'd been there! I could've stopped him! I could've—"

He was cut off by his little brother wrapping his arms around the blond's chest. Tears cascaded down Chris' face, as he whispered, "No more whatifs. All that matters no is that I need you. Ok?" Martin looked into his little brother's pain-filled eyes and choked out behind tears, "Ok, Chris. Ok."

Who wrote it on Y!gallery?

>>72732
PLEASE continue

coooocks

This is a Childhood General thread, right?

:3

Obligatory.

I know Pokemon is originally Japanese, but I think it's appropriate for this thread.

Some Tom and Jerry

>>79463
Who is that artist

>>79559
oh GOD!!!!!!!!!! MY eyes the BURN!

>>71507
Ditto to this.
While my childhood was mostly Hey Arnold, Pokemon, Arthur, and Fairly Odd Parents, my adulthood is shaping up to be a lot of Yo Gabba Gabba, Wonder Pets, and Wow Wow Wubbzy...
I'm just shy of 20 but I have a 3 year old sister sooo.... Lots of young kids shows.
On that note; any Fresh Beat Band?

Btw, props for all the Kratt slash. I always thought they were kinda sexy.

>>79472
>>79471
>>79470

just a while ago I was thinking about these two when I read this on tumblr

[trying to save stuff from the magnificent /y/ thread]
It had been a really long, exhausting day for the Kratts. Martin found himself sprawled over his tiny RV bed wondering if the effort it took to get up and take a shower was worth the satisfaction of hygene. Outside, even as the sun neared the arid horizon, the air was still as hot and dry as it had been at midday. Thank God for air-conditioning and the wonders of their home on wheels. Still, as much as the RV was an oasis of comfort compared to the scorching savana outside, one could still find sand and dirt in the most remote places. Shifting uncomfortably, the blond decided that his own most remote places definetley needed a washing if he wanted to avoid chafing, so he slid off the bed and headed towards the shower at the back of the bus. He was just about to lift his shirt off when something made him freeze in place.
That something was nothing more than a bare, tanned back, still glistening from the beads of water that the towel hadn’t soaked up. It shouldn’t have been anything at all; that muscular lean back that dipped tauntingly into the towel that hung around those bony hips. His own brothers’ back meant nothing to Martin at all. In fact, he hadn’t even paused at the sight of it.
The towel slipped lower over those hips. Martin was floored. His younger bother Chris stood in the door-frame of the bathroom brushing his teeth furiously at the mirror. His calloused hand gripped the sink for support (his legs must feel as busted as Martins’ after that day), and he was oblivious of his sibling staring at him from his side. Chris’ dark wet hair sprinkled droplets over his back as his head moved to and fro with his toothbrush. Martin watched enthralled by the droplets as the rolled over strong shoulders and down into the towel precariously hanging from Chris’ hips.

>>80127
That towel was not doing a very good job at keeping his brother covered, thought Martin. It just kept sliding downwards, as if to torture the elder Kratt. He should stop looking and tell Chris to be decent in their home, but for some reason he did not. He waited quietly as the towel revealed inch by inch of Chris’ delicious skin, finally dropping to the floor with a dull thud. Chris didn’t even seem to notice this; he was far too into his flossing. Martins mind went blank as he took in his brothers body. His tan somehow stayed even-toned all over, as if the sun decided that no piece of clothing was going to mar this man with a tan-line. Interestingly enough, the droplets that had crawled down Chris’ back earlier had once again not all been soaked up by the towel. Some remained perched on that smooth round ass, while others kept creeping lower still, disappearing into the cleavage-
“Hey Martin! Quit zoning out and get in the shower, if that’s what you’ve been waiting there for.” Chris called out to him good-humouredly. Martin smiled back at him a bit relieved that his previous train of thought had been derailed for the moment. What had gotten into him?
“As long as you stop admiring your reflection and give me enough space to do so bro’.” He replied easily, not getting an eyeful of his brothers’ naked glory at all as the later practically pranced out of the small bathroom sans towel. “And would you please put on something before prancing about like that?!” he added.
Chris just waggled his eyebrows and flexed like the manliest gods of mount Olympus might have done, grinning like a fool.
“My naked glory needs no cover for it is as free as it is awesome!” He declared in an attempted manly voice. The image he gave off was more that of a child running around uncensored by clothing and on a sugar-high than that of a manly god of Mount Olympus, but to Martin it was a tantalizing view nonetheless.

>>80128
He ripped his blue eyes away from the sight, eager for some other, less dangerous thing to focus on. The bathroom door. One would think their bathroom had no door going by the amount of times the Kratts actually used it (bachelor pad, you know?). Sliding the thing shut, Martin was finally able to undress in private (not that he had anything to hide...) and finally relax his tense muscles under the shower.
What had just happened? Ever since he had gotten off his bed he had felt like he was trapped in survival-mode mindset, not stopping to think long enough about the whys’ and ifs’ , but just acting on instinct to get him away from danger. But now he was in the shower, his mind decided he was safe enough to be pitched into the shitstorm happening with his thoughts. There was something about Chris that had set him off completely. Martin could hardly grasp that thought alone; he and his brother had been raised together, they had survived high school together, and now they worked together! Not a single marriage had been had by either of them, and not a single partner lasted long enough or was serious enough to move in or get between the brothers. Chris was so embedded in his life that saying that he was causing Martin some sort of problem was like saying that oxygen was causing him some sort of trouble. It just didn’t happen. Not to say that they had no social life outside of each other, they had friends and family members and an amazing group of fans and followers. None of them could take their siblings’ place. Martin remembered the time their mother had tried to put Chris in a different room.
“Chris, Martin’s a big boy now and needs more place now to study.” She had explained when the ten year old Chris refused to leave his brothers side. “You’ll also have more room sweetie! All your toys can go next to the bookshelf and-“
“But mom! I need Martin to sleep in the lower bunk or I’ll be captain of a crew-less ship!” The boy pleaded. Martin smiled a bit at the memories of his younger brother jumping about in the top bunk pretending he was a pirate and Martin an injured shark he had to get to the vets or something. Chris’ stories were always a bit nonsensical. In the end they ended up sharing the room until they moved away to college and used the spare room as a veritable playground.

>>80129
Sharing rooms wasn’t any trouble for the brothers. The inevitable spat would happen and suddenly all of Martins blankets would disappear, or Chris’ pillow might be wet for three days in a row, but nothing ever got as bad as to permanently damage their peaceful and enjoyable cohabitation.
Martin turned the water temperature up so that thick curls of vapour hung about the small bathroom. He realized that he hadn’t seen his brother in the buff since they were teens and walking around naked was the epitome of comfort. It was pretty weird that Martin hadn’t seen any of that for years and now all of a sudden Chris decides to bring back his nudist tendencies. Not that Martin had been looking for his brother to appear naked after a shower in their room or been hoping to catch him in the act if he did.
Martin towelled himself off lightly, and realizing he hadn't brought a change of clothes he begrudgingly covered himself with his towel. Chris was apparently waiting for him in the bus' walkway already in his pjs'(which consisted of just boxers). He smiled mischieviously, and Martin had to wonder what diety he had pissed-off to deserve this discomfort.
'Not precicely discomfort...' corrected Martins' inner-brutal-honesty-voice.
Point, thought Martin glumly, he wondered what diety he had pissed-off to deserve butterflies in his stomach whenever his brothers eyes met his, to blush everytime Chris teased him; Why did he feel atracted to his own brother of all people? It wasn't a new developpement in their relationship he could blame on a particularly crazy work situation either. He had always felt this deep emotional attraction (as well as sexual once puberty hit). Martin was not fond of unburrying these memories and feelings he had learned to shut away, but his brother was looking at him with his sharp brown eyes, teasing him... It all came back to him suddenly and with a force and understanding he hadn't ever felt before.
He was about 13 when puberty properly hit him, and it was a particularly physical wrestling match with Chris that had brought this about.

>>80130
They were both fighting to pin the other down on the carpeted floor of their play-room, grabbing onto the others shirt and kicking all the way. Martin had undergone a fantastic growth spurt and was using this as an advantage against his smaller brother. The blond managed to twist his brothers legs in such a way that before he could counter he found himself on his back. Grinning victoriously, Martin seized Chris' wrists and used all his weight to pin the abusive legs down. "Ha! I win again!" Martin taunted. Chris frowned and bit his lower lip angrily. "Get off me MARTY!" he said loudly before he started thrashing under Martin. "Don't.Call me. MARTY!" yelled the now agitated older boy. He shifted and pushed down on Chris' wriggling body to keep him put. Chris wasn't about to give in however and decided that his arms and legs where to weak to compete with his older brothers', and so began to jut his hips upwards. The rough collision of the boys hips certainly unbalanced Martin, who was randomly reminded of a cowboy rodeo-ing by the situation. He parted his legs so his knees where at his brothers sides to remain seated on him. The blond felt the urge to wave his arm around to imitate the cowboys, but this was war and he would not loose against Chris. The later hadn't given up on his thrusting technique (AN: couldn't help myself) yet. With his legs' new found mobility he could use them to drive his hips further than before, and that just what he did. At that moment Martins grinning face fell and was replaced by a shocked expression. Now it was Chris' turn to grinn, and he repeated the attack on his brother. Martin had kind of expected pain from the impact his brothers bony hips dealt his balls, but instead he got a completely different feeling. It was wierd, and with every one of Chris' thrusts the feeling grew and grew.

I HAVE CROSSED OVER.

>>71499
I know dat feel...
Fuck I forgot about the penisessss.

Dumpin whatever I have on the other thread

BAMP.

>>71397
Well, Im currently 21 yr old poor college student that has basic cable, Wild Kratts is literally the ONLY thing I can watch... and fap to....

>>79732
The hell? How da fuck does CatDog get it on.... masterbation?

Yep, Martin is definitely straight

Wild Kratts... children's show

WHY these write fags no finish their stories! It frustrating.

>>80150
You are now aware that the majority of ALL Wild Kartt fanfics are made just to NEVER be finnished. FUUUUUUUUUUUUU

BAMP

Please, BUMP.

You guys keep the spirit up!!! ( Seriously i thought this thread died a long time ago, its like the miracle of hanukkah, but er... / of COQ/

We're fuckin up our childhood, right? Rule 34 is a GOLD MINE, give it a visit.

Be afraid

Not gunna lie, Im diggin this thread.

THIS THREAD.

MAH DICK IS HUNGRAY

Wooowoo, Wild Kratts!

>>77524
Well, if we get this thread going again next time Jimmy wont just be.. "watching"

>>80638
Oh Waffer I love you so !

>>80617
>>80617
>>80617

I don't have anything to contribute with but you have to do it! you just have to!

>>80685
Can do! Just needed to make sure Im not the only one bumping the shit outta this fandom .

Ew. Honestly, this is some of the most disgusting things I've seen in a long time.

>>80725
You're not the only one Waffer! You're just the best drawfag in this thread.

>>80685
Man, this is somehow far too amusing for me. No seriously.

Welp, Waffer you are amazing.

Sleeping together in a tree covered in butterflies doesn't make me think this show is any less gay.


Oh, and using your brother's ass as a pillow.

My thoughts exactly .

>>80976

>>80783
>>80984
you're a god among men Waffer

>>80984

Waffer , I am left speachless by the beauty of it.

>>80984

Zoboo must feel so left out.

>>80984
Well, shit. This thread did its job.

If only I were halfway decent at writing/drawing.

>>81048
I lol'd

>>81048
Oh god. GOD. Too perfect. Hnng martin's sex face should not be on a childrens show.

>>80983

>>81127

So fucking PEREFCT

>>81127
Aww YEAH!

Hey Waffer, do you have anymore pictures of Zach? He's the best villian, hands down.

>>81127
I wondered what it is they could have done that made them so tired for 4 months. Now I know, they took some regular sized Viagra, had the most mind-blowingly amazing sex ever, which Jimmy Z secretly tapped and fapped furiously to; then slept it off to recuperate.
Makes total sense.

>>81217
>>81214
Heh, yeah Zach is growing on me and I think its totally adorable that they've known each other since childhood, soo Ima not gunna leave any stone unturned on that one, definitely.
Oh dude I wasn't even going for that, but YES its all to clear now!!!

Bump. Impending dump, hiatus due to finals.

*happyforeveralone.jpg* I don't know if you'll ever understand how much we love you, dear Waffer. XD

Also, I've been working on a few stories, ones I plan on finishing. XD I'm almost done with one of them, so I'm about to bump myself. The longer one has a beginning and most of the middle, but it still needs the end and the missing part of the middle. I promise, it'll be worth the wait... ^_~

*HUGS*
YAAAAAAY I'm SOOOOOO VERY MUCH wanting that fanfic! I feel like there is some what a need for this fandom, but there lacks the content! Thats why Im dishing this shit out to encourage the other draw fags out there! Im also going to try my hand at fanfiction, Im pretty sure it will be utter crap, but I shall try! HAZZZAH! Im off!

>>81620
Drawfag here! on finals for the next two weeks so I won't be able to draw right now, but you DO inspire us Waffer!

>>81621
Good luck on your finals D: Im cheering for you!

In le meantime, let's have this fic that doesn't have a beginning- it starts right at the fun part! XD I wrote it in September and wondered where I'd put it (cause I wanted to post it), and now I have somewhere, and we ALL win! Yayz! Anyways...

LE UNNAMED FIC 1
Chris suddenly found himself enjoying what Martin was doing. He relaxed, let his shoulders down and moved his head for more as his brother carressed him through his shorts. He bit his lip and felt it hardening as the blonde nibbled at his neck and teased the tip, circling his finger around it. Chris shuddered and closed his eyes, leaning his head back against Martin's shoulder. The older brother said nothing; only began slowly sneaking his hand up his shirt to fondle him there for a moment before snaking around his waist again.

Chris swallowed hard, feeling himself weakening in Martin's embrace as it hardened again. To his delight, his shorts were unzipped and Martin touched him through the thin cloth of his boxers. He sighed, shuddering, and wrapped his arm around Martin's free arm, the other hand on his face. The blonde took the opportunity to seize his brother's slightly parted lips. Breathing deepening, the younger man slipped his hand to the back of Martin's head and grasped his hair, almost moaning at feeling his tongue slip in his mouth.

Chris wanted so much to feel the other's hand around his dick, and Martin wanted that as much as he did. The shorter brother broke the kiss to watch as his boxers were unbuttoned. He gasped and held tighter to the arm around him as his cock stiffened at the skin contact. He grunted as the older male licked at his ear while tauntingly removing the half-stiff member from his clothes. Instead of rubbing it, he slipped his hand back in his shorts to stroke his balls. Chris bit his lip, trying not to make any noise. Almost panting, he grit his teeth, grasping at Martin's collar with his free hand.

He whimpered when he felt his older brother's hand around his cock, hips jerking forward as he stroked him slowly. Martin felt him trembling as it stiffened fully in his hand. Chris arched his back against him.

"Martin…" He whispered, seemingly unaware of it.

The brunette relaxed and cautiously looked down, not knowing if he could stand to watch or not. He stifled a grunt and put his hand on his brother's, showing him how to stroke the head. He bit his lip and almost moaned, Martin embracing him tighter. It was hard to resist the urge to pump into his hand, but it felt too good to end it now. He gasped, shuddering, as Martin increased his pace, swallowing another moan. However, he couldn’t help it when he thrust forward again. He whimpered softly as the taller man gently trailed kisses in front of his ear and down his neck. He couldn't help but squirm against him, breathing deepening.

"Martin…" He was aware of it this time, and a light blush crossed his face.

Chris could only give short gasps as Martin stroked him harder, becoming progressively weaker. He struggled to support at least a little of his weight to keep from dragging them both down, but Martin just tightened his grip around his waist. However, it almost seemed like the more noise he made, the more the blonde gave him. The darker haired sibling threw his head back and hissed, absently digging his nails into the arm around him. He then gave a sigh and let his head drop. Martin took the opportunity to kiss at his neck. The shudder he earned sounded urgent, as did the sharp gasp before Chris thrust into his hand. The younger of them swallowed thickly, trying to control his breathing. As he was concentrating on that, a pleasured moan escaped him. He didn't notice.

He did notice, however, when Martin gripped his cock tighter and rubbed faster. He smirked at the choked noises, almost gags, his little brother was making in an effort to keep himself quiet. Chris shuddered again as his eyes rolled back. He was finally forced to lean back on his older brother, barely having the strength to hold on to his arm now. He couldn't suppress the desperate grunt that escaped him, prompting Martin to start circling the head with his hand, something Chris almost couldn't stand. He pitched forward and gave a loud grunt.

"Martin!"

Now his breaths, coming deep and fast, were punctuated by small noises. Chris grit his teeth and groaned. Martin's hand moved faster on him on its own accord, slickened with precum. He gave a short scream as his back and neck spasmed, thrusting his hips forward again.

"Oh god!"

Martin could tell Chris was at the edge. He stayed in the position he was in, nails digging hard into his skin, face scrunched up in a way that could only be described as "fucking hot". Every breath out was a grunt, every breath in a hiss, everything in between a shudder. He felt his little brother shaking against him, hot precum soaking his hand and running down his forearm. The blonde finally decided to give him what he wanted. He stroked the head as hard and fast as he could. Chris relaxed against him and his grunts turned into whimpers.

"Oh, yeah…" It sounded… relieved.

The brunette held his breath for a moment at a passing wave of intense pleasure, finally letting it out in something between a sigh and a moan. Oh god, it was so good… he could feel the pressure building inside him; could feel his cock throbbing in his brother's hand. He couldn't help but moan at the distant tingling that told him he was about to be relieved.

"Oh god, Martin…"

As the feeling grew stronger, he had to squirm, hips making small thrusting motions. He was aware that he was moaning and rather loudly, but he didn't care anymore. He just wanted release. Martin smirked as he tensed up and started panting, knowing what was about to happen. Chris' moans turned into whimpers that were increasing in pitch. Suddenly his brother threw his head back and dug his nails in, screaming. Martin continued to stroke him as the thick, hot liquid poured over his hand and down his arm, Chris crying out and bucking his hips.

"Oh, Martin!"

Every stroke only extended the feeling as he continued to cum and even some time after, filling him with the relief he so needed. He was out of his mind, whimpering his brother's name over and over breathlessly, feeling his cock throbbing with pleasure, shaking and squirming against the man behind him. Martin knew it was enough when he gave a satisfied sigh and relaxed. Chris just stayed against him, head against his shoulder and eyes closed, catching his breath.

>>81628
>>81629
Maximum levels of lady boner achieved. I read the first paragraphs and now I'm saving the rest for another time, Im rationing my Wild Kratt fanfics, sadly, so I can look forward to it another day.
Dude I know what you mean, Im writing one right now and I feel like the build up to sex takes soo damn long and you can tell in my writing how impatient Im getting! (It starts to get lazy)Then when you actually write the sexy parts it gets the most delicious details lol!

>>81628
>>81629
That was really hot writefag! Hope there's more

No with more sex.

>>81663
I'm so jealous of that damn butterfly right now

DAT BUTTERFLY

Should be a meme. XD Yay, Waffer! <3

I love the episode Let the Rhinos Roll, Zach was really clever. And I wonder how long he's had that Red Chris program for his ZachBots. (And what other uses it has.)

>>81678

Yeah, I wish "Mr. Toodles" was in more scenes, have you guys seen, " Blue and Gray?" Goddamn, Martin turned into a tree- major fetish fuel right thurrrrr LOL.
>>81677
>>81671
Im assuming this is why the butterflies all die at the end, lol. They're little hearts just couldn't take it.

Man, I need to ease up on the sexual puns, lol.

XD We will never have seen enough hentai. Especially when one of the bros is involved...

>>81663
That butterfly is my hero.

Curse you Waffer, I just got an idea for something silly for thw wolf episode. The only problem is that I can't draw.

>>81709
Do tell..... I find episode parodies quite amusing, like the aardvark episode, " I'm going to try the special tongue feature!!!"
But sryously, out of context is best context.

Oh it was just like.... after finding LH's pack and returning him the Kratt bro's stayed with the wolves , more research to do and whatnot. They ended up camping out for the night.
Back at the Tortuga they all hear howling; Aviva thinks its the wolves and gushing over how cute Little Howler is, Jimmy Z is either asleep or eating, and Koki thinks it's the Bro's messing around.
She's right of course, the wolf pack is just relaxing and playing, while Chris is doing something kinky with Martin.

What that is, I dunno. Outside of speculating that Jimmy Z has a food fetish, I dunno.

>>81714
NICE.

HUGE BUMP ALERT! 8 posts! Still doesn't have a real beginning. XD It starts at the part where they kiss. XD

This has nothing to do with it, I just thought you'd find it funny (especially other LP fans), that at one point I mistakenly wrote "Chester" instead of "Chris". XD I can be so dumb. Hmm… on the other hand, Chaz fucking Martin Kratt? I may be onto something here… XP Also, this feels a bit pedo-y, and I'm not sure why. XP Considering I figure Chris is about 24 and Martin 28 in the series, there's no pedo. XD
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Something came over Chris, and he had to do it. He gently pressed his lips against Martin's, not sure what to expect. The blue eyed man paused- for too long. Just when Chris was about to pull away, Martin pressed closer. Strangely enthralled, Chris slipped his tongue out and softly caressed the other's lips. Martin responded slowly, barely parting his lips. Chris shuddered, pulling his tongue back in, deepening the kiss a little. He felt something stirring deep within him as they parted.

Time stopped and there was a stillness- the tingling on their lips, the warmth and moisture of the other's breath, the foreign but familiar feeling that this was what they'd always felt. This time, it was Martin that came forward, softly laying his lips on Chris'. Without being distracting from the feelings, the memories slowly sifted back in, not visual, but emotional. He gently deepened the kiss, Chris receptive and sliding his arm around his brother's neck. The other hand went to the back of his head as he grunted quietly, clearly stifling some kind of noise. Martin shuddered as he felt a shiver go up his spine- the brunette was enjoying it in a physical way as well.

He'd never felt a thrill like this before, bar none. All his life, all he'd wanted to do was make his little brother happy- he was always there to intimidate bullies, scare off monsters, wipe away tears, cure illnesses, and kiss booboos. Now here he was, giving him two of the ultimate pleasures in life- not only a deep, romantic love, but also physical pleasure. Knowing his brother's nervousness at new social experiences, he gently laid his hand on his leg, using short, soft strokes with his fingertips to ease him into it. He put his free hand on Chris' back to further calm him down.

After a few moments, Chris eased into it and shifted closer, pushing Martin's hand just inside his shorts. The blonde took the chance to slide his hand up the inside of his thigh. Chris sighed, running his other hand from the back of his older brother's head to his face. Martin nearly shivered but managed to suppress it. Kiss remaining gentle but becoming more empassioned, Chris softly lapped at Martin's lips when he had the chance to. He knew at any time he wanted, he could enter the man in front of him- Martin felt a twinge deep below at the secondary meaning- yet he didn't. He was teasing him, and he knew what he was doing.

The older man did the only thing he could- gave it back to him. He also started slipping his tongue out, the two occasionally meeting. After a while, Chris gave a short gasp, tongue extending a little farther for more contact. Enthralled, Martin ran his fingertips down his spine, eliciting another devoiced grunt. The brunette then shuddered as Martin felt the fabric of his shorts move slightly. The last move had turned his little brother on. Martin's hand tensed against his jacket, but didn't grip it yet. It excited him to no end to know that he could do this to him.

Chris straightened his back, changing his angle of assault, dipping his tongue farther into the other's mouth, slowly running his hand down Martin's chest. The blonde slowly slipped his hand from under Chris' shorts, eliciting another small gasp from him. Martin wanted to move faster, but knew sometimes he was too much for Chris to handle, and this would be one of those times, and it was torturing him. The only time his brother was truly confident was when talking about animals- otherwise, he was shy and somewhat skittish. Instead, he ran both hands up his jacket, the action asking permission to remove it.

Chris complied, allowing Martin to lift it up as he pulled his arms out of it, reluctantly parting from him so he could take it off. The older man had to note that Chris looked somewhat like a child, with the timid look on his face. He only smiled to reassure him as he moved to embrace him again, but instead of meeting his lips, he kissed along his jawline and behind his ear, Chris shuddering nervously the entire time. While he didn't exactly relax into it, Martin could tell he enjoyed it by the simple fact that he moved to give the blonde more room. After a few moments of teasing that spot, he moved to just in front of his ear, gently kissing and licking there as well.

Softly and slowly, he started moving down to kiss his neck. He stopped when he got just under his jawline, stopping to suck and nibble at his skin. He traced his tongue down about an inch before resuming to kiss his way down when Chris drew his shoulder up and almost giggled. Martin looked up at him and grinned, knowing what had happened, and knowing how he could get him to relax now. He focused on that spot for a few moments, his little brother squirming and giggling and trying to suppress his reflexes. Martin tested him by lightly brushing his fingers across his zipper- not only was the younger man receptive, but encouraged more contact by making the area more available. It seemed to work.

Martin sat up and studied him for a moment just to make sure. Now he was smiling, his expression full of both curiousity and mischief. In somewhat of a game of "monkey see, monkey do", Chris went for his brother's neck, teasing him the way he'd just been, slowly lifting his jacket off as well. When the brunette pulled away, Martin ducked out of it and added it to Chris' on the floor. In a surprising move, the younger man pounced, pushing Martin back against the arm of the couch, Chris settled between his legs and grinding their hips together. Martin found himself temporarily stunned by the boldness of it, but at the same time thrilled by it. He bit his lip as he felt his dick harden slightly. Chris grinned, feeling the movement, shuddering softly at his own reaction.

When his little brother started sliding his shirt up, he felt his breathing deepen. He'd never seen this side of the man before, and it was fucking hot. Martin shuddered, feeling Chris' hands wandering back down his body slowly, shorts tightening as his dick engorged substantially. When he looked the other in the eye, he could see that the plan had been to carress his body- until that happened. Now, he kept going downwards until he met the strong bulge at his zipper. Martin closed his eyes and rolled his head back, not knowing what to expect. Now the younger man rubbed his dick through the cloth, Martin breathing deeply and shuddering. Now it was Chris that was getting the thrill from exciting his brother.

When he ran his free hand up his shorts and stroked the inside of his thigh, that was it. Martin but his lip and groaned as he stiffened the rest of the way. Chris grunted lowly as his dick also stiffened mostly, if not fully. Martin sat up, both of them now hazy and feeling that they were no less than imprisoned by the garments. However, there was a more spacious place for this to happen. Martin nodded for Chris to follow and got up. When they were almost there, though, Chris grabbed his arm and turned him around.

He pressed Martin against the door, both of them moaning into the kiss, both working their hips into the other's. Martin put his hand to the back of his brother's head as he explored his mouth again, loving his taste, cock throbbing. There was some way they moved that hit just the right spot, and he pulled away, grunting and whimpering.

"Chris…" He couldn't help it. It just felt too good.

He wanted the younger man so badly. He took his neck and Chris moved his head, also whimpering for more. Not thinking, he grabbed the door knob, and when he sloppily slid his hand off it to grab his older brother's hair, the door popped open. They stumbled back into the room but managed to stay on their feet. Martin slid his hands up the back of Chris' shirt, causing him to arch into it and moan. He loved the brunette's reaction.

"Martin…"

He stripped his little brother of his shirt. He ran his hands admiringly down his body, gently kissing down from just in front of his ear to his collar bone. Chris grunted desperately the entire time, clutching at Martin's shirt. It wasn't enough for either of them- they both wanted more. The blonde slipped out of his shirt as well, then rejoined with the younger man's lips as fervently as before. Chris whimpered again, throwing one leg over the other's hips. It only served to bring their cocks that much closer into contact, and he threw his head back.

"Fuck…"

Now it was Martin's turn as Chris teased his neck, nibbling and licking at his fevered skin. He could only groan, trying to hold them both up, as the dark eyed man rolled their hips together. He felt like he could cum then. His feelings were only compounded when the other stroked his face with his thumb, once again kissing fervently, the other hand traveling slowly down his side. His brother's hand found its way into his shorts, and he panted with anticipation. He whimpered, voice high, as Chris' hand started traveling across from his hip, tongue now shoved in his mouth. As he approached his cock, Martin grunted and thrust forward for contact, but he stayed frustratingly out of reach. Now Martin threw his head back.

"Oh, Chris…"

Instead, he removed his hand and stepped back a little way. Martin watched intently as his shorts were undone and dropped to the floor, Chris doing the same and stepping out of the garments on the floor. Both of them now in nothing but their boxers, their cocks came closer into contact when they started frotting again, both holding onto the other tightly. The blonde threw his head back again and started taking slow, deep breaths to keep himself under control. Chris' hand found its way between them and around his brother's cock. Martin bit his lip and pulled away, unable to take much more, and he didn't want it to end so soon. His cock was almost painfully hard and throbbing.

Instead, he stripped the brunette and dropped down, teasing and touching everywhere he didn't want. As he licked and nibbled at the inside of his thigh, Chris tangled his fingers in Martin's hair, moaning as he occasionally brushed against his stiff length. Not only did he want to feel his brother's throat around him, but he also wanted to do the same to him. Impatient and eager for more, he pushed the blonde's head away and slipped his cock into his mouth. He bit his lip and rolled his head back as Martin complied, gently making his way down the shaft and back up again.

It gave Martin the distraction he needed to take his mind off his own desires. Chris' desperate, shuddering whimper told him everything he needed to know. He pulled off and started rubbing the cock in front of him, earning a strained grunt out of the other. He knew he shouldn't have been amused, but it was just too fun to watch Chris' reactions. He started stroking hard and fast, Chris whimpering and fidgeting. He took him to the edge and stopped, observing his brother for a moment. He was panting, tense, a pained expression on his face. He grunted softly as his cock throbbed hard, twitching.

The older brother leaned forward to tease the base, licking and sucking. As he kissed his way up, Chris groaned with anticipation. Martin decided to give him what they both wanted and took it in his mouth again, bobbing back and forth. The brunette moaned loudly, resisting the urge to thrust. Instead, he gripped at his brother's hair, loving the way his hot, wet mouth felt around him. He threw his head back and hissed as the pleasure came from deep inside him. He gasped as he felt orgasm approaching.

"Martin…"

His moans turned into grunts as the feeling intensified. There was urgency in his voice.

"Martin…"

Martin resisted the urge to smirk as he heard Chris swallow thickly, grunts turning into high whimpers.

"Martin!"

Chris bit his lip as he felt his eyes roll back, voiced strained in the moments before release. Martin pulled off just before, waiting to catch the younger man's cum in his mouth. Chris inadvertently thrust forward, strain turning into a scream as he came, pumping his thick, hot liquid into his brother. He whimpered quietly, shaking, as he finished, the very last squirt not quite making it in. As the blonde pulled away, a trail stretched between them before he pulled back far enough to break it, lapping the cum off his lip before swallowing. Drained, Chris slipped into the floor and watched Martin as he stood. Chris didn't bother and just let him slip his cock in.

Martin shuddered as Chris just held still and let him drive himself into his mouth. He put one hand on the younger man's head and the other on his face. The way he was sucking was making his cock throb. The blonde tightened his grip on his brother's hair.

"Chris…"

However, Chris had a trick up his sleeve- just because he was tired didn't mean he was too lazy to please his brother. Not by a long shot. The only response he gave was to look the taller man in the eye and open his mouth, allowing Martin down his throat. Martin grunted and rolled his head back, panting as he felt so many sensations at once- the tightness of his throat, the heat of his breath against his dick, how wet his tongue was. The older brother groaned as Chris pulled back, sealing his lips around the member in his mouth again, and started swirling the tip of his tongue around the head as it pumped in and out of him.

"Oh, Chris…"

There was urgency in Martin's moan as Chris tasted his sibling's precum. He merely wrapped his hand around Martin's cock and started massaging, earning a shuddering moan out of him and the head almost rammed down his throat. The blue eyed man started whimpering, trying to mind his brother's hand being so close to his face. He moaned again, louder, as Chris sucked harder. He didn't know how much more he could take. The blonde resisted the urge to start pulling him forward as he moved his head back and forth with small motions, effectively torturing him. There was so much he wanted to do to him in that moment, but he didn't want to hurt him…

"God… Chris…" He choked out, barely able to breathe.

Martin could feel a fire burning deep within him, needing his younger brother's ministrations in that moment. He could only moan again, entire body tense. It was so good, and soothed yearnings he hadn't realized he'd had before then. He cried out softly, temperature rising, at a small surge of pleasure that threatened to end it then. He grit his teeth, at once loving and hating being so close to the edge. He yelped, and hissing, managed not to jam himself all the way down the brunette as he felt his tongue snake around his pulsing shaft and gently start gliding over the side, curling and uncurling. Chris found himself regaining his energy- and his erection- at torturing Martin.

"Fuck…"

Chris was aware that it was all his brother could do to stand as he worked himself in and out of his lips, and he loved every moment of it. He was trembling and jerking, ready to cum. Chris wasn't ready to let him just yet. Martin was grunting as he neared release, aware of nothing but at the moment. He felt a drop of sweat run down his temple, the sensation of it traveling down his body heightened by the smaller man's attentions. He gave a breathy moan, shuddering, as he felt the prelude to his relief burgeoning, and also felt the smirk on his face.

All at once, Chris put his hands on the older man's hips to stop him from thrusting. He looked his brother straight in the eye, mischief in his own, and pulled back to the tip. The blonde only watched him with anticipation, waiting for him to end it. A pleasured growl escaped Martin as the brown eyed man below him gave him a hard suck before slipping off completely. Instead, it only seemed to heighten his arousal and need for release as he spilled only a few drops of precum on his brother's lips. In fact, he let him go completely and sat there looking up at him with a fake innocence, and yet still mischievously smirking. After watching it throb for a few seconds, he took it back in his hand, stroking at the base, still giving the taller man that look. He seemed back to normal already, not to mention his boner was back.

It was then, when he felt his erection actually diminishing, he realized that if he wanted fulfillment, he was going to have to take it from him, and the brunette only made this more clear by slowly and tauntingly licking the cum off his lips. As the younger brother played his cock over his lips, it almost seemed like he wanted it. Chris took it in again, softly running his lips down the rod but stimulating him at a minimum. Feeling it stiffen fully again, it made the decision for him.

He moved his hand to the back of the smaller man's head and pulled him forward at the same time that he shoved himself down his throat. Holding him there, he took his throat, feeling that urgency returning as his little brother's body tried to eject him. However, his strangled grunts almost sounded… pleasured. The dual sensation of the muscles constricting against him and the reverse pressure from Chris' determination to blow him despite quickly took him to the edge. He bit his lip as he looked down at him, and had to admit that the sight of his brother gagging on his dick, tears running down his face, taking breaths when he could, was actually hot. He couldn't stop watching him as he felt orgasm finally approaching, watching the brunette squirming and wretching as he choked on his older brother's meat, resisting the urge to fight him off and end the self-inflicted punishment.

Martin grimaced in the few seconds just before blowing his load in Chris' mouth, pulling out of his throat, screaming. The brown eyed man opened his mouth to take in air, causing some of the cum to spill out. He only grinned up at his big brother, swallowing it and wiping his face off. He stood and pushed him back onto the bed, entering him. Oh, no. Martin rolled him over and pinned him down, smirking partially from satisfaction and partially out of… well, evil. Chris could dish it out, but Martin wondered if he could take it.

He leaned forward and teased his brother's neck, gently rocking his hips. Chris moved with him, shuddering. The blonde sat up, taking it all in, still rolling his hips.

"Martin…" He whispered.

Martin just watched for a few moments, gauging his brother's need. Chris shuddered, gritting his teeth, as he involuntarily turned his head as his back arched. After the spasm passed, the relieved expression told Martin everything he needed to know. He felt his cock hardening again as he slowly raised himself up, earning a gasp out of the brunette. Chris moaned softly as he came back down again, clenching at the sheets. Oh, this was going to be fun.

The blonde kept this pace up, knowing how bad Chris wanted it and how much he was torturing him. The younger man started taking deep breaths to control himself. If he was already that far gone, then A) This was going to be more fun than initially expected, and B) It was going to be more difficult. He was already squirming around and making small noises, and the real fun hadn't even started yet.

"Martin…" He whimpered, breathily.

His breaths came faster as Martin slowly ran his hands up his body, causing him to arch into it. He shuddered, grunting, as he felt his older brother's entire body moving against him, inciting him to wrap his arms around his shoulders. He gasped, choking on his breath, as the blonde pressed his lips to Chris' jawline, pulling away when he slid back down again. Chris whimpered softly, moving with him, almost panting now. Martin sat up again, aware of how fast things were moving, and simply sat there, watching him. He sat all the way down on him to the point there was no way Chris could move that would help him in any respect. When he finally figured it out, he gave a desperate whimper and propped up on his elbows.

He was sweaty, his eyes were glazed over, he had a half-pained expression on his face, and being the eldest, Martin was enjoying torturing him. The brunette threw his head back, and Martin took the opportunity to tease it, earning a moan out of him. He could tell he loved the way he was kissing up his neck to his ear by his shudders.

"Martin…" He begged.

Chris gave a high, desperate whimper as Martin started sliding against him, who bit his lip as his cock rubbed against his brother. He let his head fall back again as a pleasured grunt escaped him. Martin balanced himself with one hand and placed the other behind the brunette's head, lifting it back up again to watch the expressions on his face. The look on Chris' face was pure bliss, and Martin found himself even more turned on. Chris grunted again, loudly this time, watching his cock inside his own brother, almost panting.

"Martin…"

He laid back and gently slid his hands down the blonde's back, prompting him to sit up, settling them on his hips. Martin's breath caught in his throat as the first waves of pleasure set in. He sighed as Chris began to move with him once again, sliding in as Martin came down on him. Martin just closed his eyes and rolled his head back, enjoying it. He listened to his little bro's small, quiet noises as they moved, feeling him writhing under him. Shuddering, Chris slid his hands back up to Martin's shoulders, elicting another shudder out of him as well, and making him arch into his touch. The brunette closed his eyes and hissed as he increased the pressure of his movements, taking him a little harder. Martin heard himself grunt, and slid forward a little to put his hands on either side of Chris' head.

Chris gasped, tightening his grip on his brother's shoulders, craving more. He placed his hand on the back of his head and gently pulled him down until their lips met. Unexpectedly, he rolled them both over, taking his brother at a slightly more fervent speed, causing him to grunt loudly. Martin held tightly to Chris, both of them moaning into the kiss, tongues intertwined. Oh god, Chris was rubbing against his cock, and it felt so good… he reflexively dug his nails into the other's shoulders as his back spasmed. He turned away from the brunette, breaking the kiss.

"Oh, god, Chris…"

This only encouraged the younger man more, and he went faster, feeling so good. Both of them began trembling. Chris gripped at the sheets, rolling his head back as he moaned desperately. He rutted into his older brother a little faster and harder, earning a loud grunt. Martin tightened around him, prompting a short cry out of the other. Chris arched his back, driving himself in deeper.

"Martin!" He continued to give short cries as he pounded him.

The blonde moaned louder as Chris thrust into him harder. The younger brother tensed for a moment, balling the sheets in his fists and grimacing. He gave a low growl, then relaxed.

"Oh, yeah…"

Martin couldn't help but squirm and whimper as he drove into him faster.

"Chris…"

Chris' voice was high and shaky, and something about seeing him so close reminded Martin of what he was supposed to be doing. He aggressively flipped Chris over and pinned his hands above his head, slamming into him harder than he'd been thrusting. The brunette fought him, trying to pull his hands down and thrusting with him. Martin tightened his grip painfully around his brother's wrists, throwing his head back, almost screaming.

"Oh, God!"

Chris whimpered, stilling.

"Martin, let go…"

In too much of a haze to know much of anything, he let his wrists up, instead placing his hands on either side of his head. Now the brunette was squirming and whimpering under him, gripping at his hips. Panting, the younger brother threw his head back, moaning desperately.

"Martin…"

Martin gripped at the sheets, giving a few short cries before he could speak again.

"Chris! Oh, god…"

Eager for release, Chris started hammering into him once again, increasing their pleasure seemingly ten fold. The brunette's moans were almost screams, and Martin loved watching him. Chris wrapped his hand around his brother's length, grinning, and rubbed in time with his movements, keeping his thumb straight up against the underside. Martin pitched forward, growling, eyes squeezed shut. He then relaxed and gasped deeply.

"Chris!"

His cry was high pitched, breathy, frenzied… passionate. Everything he'd wanted to hear. For some reason, Chris found himself chuckling, while Martin found himself unable to speak. He was gasping for breath, shaking, unable to do anything more than give short, high whimpers. Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, his back and neck spasmed as he screamed. He'd never came harder in his life. He just stilled and let Chris do what he wanted, the entire time yelling his name in short, frantic intervals.

Watching his older brother's seemingly gallons of cum splattering on his stomach delighted Chris more than anything ever had, and he also quickly found himself in the throes of orgasm. He growled as he worked inside his brother with quick, short thrusts, spraying his own hot liquid deep inside him.

"Oh, Martin!"

Martin groaned deeply as the thrusts extended his orgasm, feeling every throb and twitch. Now that his body had recovered from its paralyzed state, he started rolling his hips again, sitting all the way up as Chris finished and relaxed, both panting and shaking. Chris moved with him, grinning, and Martin found himself grinning back. After a few more moments, Martin leaned forward and took his lips again, but slipped off his brother's cock to lie beside him. Personally, Chris had never been more relaxed and found himself falling asleep. The only thing that woke him was Martin toweling his abdomen off before pulling him into his arms. As he was falling asleep, his brother had one stipulation.

"Next time," he whispered, "you're the cock taker." Chris had to chuckle before drifting off. That was Martin, all right.
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Sorry if the very last part of the ending is rushed, but TL;DR, my grandma was in the hospital and she comes home today and I didn't know when I'd get the chance to finish it. Or post any more. DX

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I CAME BUCKETS! keep going with the fics writefag!They're really good!

>Not new drawings
> no comments
I think is safe to assume Waffer's dead.

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Or finishing finals.

One of the shows me and my sister watched a lot as kids was this show called The Weekenders. I was wondering if there was any porn aside from Lor and Tish. So much lesbian porn and feet.

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Im on winter break, I never abandon my comrades! Just being lazy-dude do you guys know when they're going to air new episodes? Im like sitting in my studio watching the same ones over and over again D:

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Oh my god.... oh.. my... GAWD.
I applaud you, fair anon, this- THIS made my loins tingle.
> . He aggressively flipped Chris over and pinned his hands above his head, slamming into him harder than he'd been thrusting
Yeah, I basically bust a nut right there.

New episodes this Friday but after that, no more. I wonder why, maybe the show isn't doing as good as they thought? Or money issues or something.

Friday! Thanks bro! I would like to think that they are having some pacing issues is all- the show is too excellent to NOT be doing well! Also basic cable is bound to have some avid watchers.

So no christmas porn of the kratts? I'm dissapoint

Dude, Waffer is the only person in the thread who's drawing anything. She's probably tired of drawing stuff and it's the holidays, probably spent some times with relatives and what not.

Not to mention she's been fooled into drawing for another thread.

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what?? do you have the link?

>>82728
Yes I do, this is the bastard that convinced her to leave this thread and draw for their tiny non-existant fandom. Or just check the TDI thread.
>>81732

Well there was a new episode on this morning, but that will be the only one. Such an odd setup.

Thus far, they've shown 2 new ones- "Ker-Honk" and "The Food Chain Game". Given, you're more than likely viewing a different station than I am, and they do seem to air different eps on different dates.

I missed Ker-Honk. :( I had an appointment that day, and missed it that Sunday because I had a birthday to go to.

I'm working on more stories, if this thread isn't dead. (Hopefully just comatose.)

I imagine the thread is just comatose, no new episodes and Waffer is no longer around. So hopefully this thread will pick up spead when new episodes start playing.e

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Ker-Honk was a pretty interesting episode, even though I really don't like monkeys. And when Martin steps in and takes care of the harrem Chris tells him something along the line of him making a good alpha male.

Waffer's dead on the other thread too, so she's either busy or just not drawing anymore. (I hope it's the last choice. >X3~ If we can't have her, I don't want anyone else to have her, either. XD)

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Good, it's their fault she left anyways, overworking her and stealing her from this thread.

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LOL we're being mean and selfish. XD ME GUSTA

I'm half finished with one of those stories. I had to stop writing, though, because I've been really DUMB for the last two weeks, and everything I was writing didn't make sense. Hopefully, that will clear soon, and we can get this place going again- drawfags or no drawfags. (Drawfags, plz. XD)

Dang, I wish I could draw. :(

hello, drawfag here.
I hope you like this, I drew it for the wild kratts meme I filled recently on my deviantArt account. It's not explicit but It's something...

Woohoo! Drawfag!

I'm almost done with one of those stories. Should be posted within the next few days.

And yes, I do like. XD Iz mach sexy, da. XP I was gonna post a... n insinuating... picture of Donita, but it told me "that file type is not allowed". >X( Dafuq?

Maybe this is to lovesick because that girl with Chris is me!

So do I! XD Argh, I think about him and it literally breaks my heart that I'll more than likely never be with him. D'X He's from NJ, I'm from SC. He was born in 69, I was born in 89. I was born at the wrong time and in the wrong place. All I can ever hope for is that I at least get to meet him one day- but given my life so far, that's not likely, either. ARGH! Fuck you, fate, just... fuck you.

Starcrossed forever... :(

And the stories WOULD have been up... except my computer shat itself and ate them. X( I sent copies to my friend for this reason, but he doesn't have internet anymore, so that's null...

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I mistyped. I meant SD. XP So stupid.

There'll be a new episode soon... Like in two weeks or so maybe?

Ok so this is a continuation of the prompt which another writer took up but didn’t quite finish and I’m feeling non-creative as fuck so I thought I’d take a crack at it. Sorry for the grammar and how sloppy and lazy this story is. If you have any other ideas for a story post them and I might write it up. Also first time posting on board so let me know if I screwed up somehow.
Forgotten
Martin decided that his brother Chris Kratt was a horrible person. The boys had been stuck in close confines for about a month now and it appeared Chris had taken every opportunity to tease his brother. Currently Chris was stripping out of his dirtied shirt, muscle writhing under golden skin.
Martin bit his lip and turned away but he still felt his brothers’ presence in the tiny room that barely fit two beds. Heck, if Martin wanted to he could reach out and touch his brother right now. There was a definite slide and drop distinctive to the Kratt brothers shared style of shorts. Now Chris was walking almost silently to the bathroom leaving Martin alone in the hot room.
Sitting on the bed Martin thought back to when things had changed with his brother. It had started with rough housing and it had turned into a dirty little fight. Martin was older and stronger so he quickly had his brother pinned. He laughed in victory until his brother brought his hips up to try and buck him off. Freezing Martin considered his options, give up his victory or face a new confusing feeling. Then Chris bucked up again crashing his hips into his brother making him bite his lip. It happened so fast Martin could barely keep track of it. Suddenly Martin himself ground down on his brother who was unaware that Martin had just spilled into his pants over him.
As the years gone by Martin had kind of repressed the memory as the dreams about his brother eventually stopped coming and he felt more in control. The throbbing in his pants made sure he remembered how it felt to brush against his brother, how his hot skin had felt.
There was a squeak from the bathroom just as Martin was about to give in and let himself give a little rub. He perked up and walked towards the bathroom door where a shower had just started up. “Chris?” He knocked on the door and leaned in close.
Chris called for help and already Martin was thinking the worst, he burst into the room ready to save his brother. “Martin! Hurry, there’s a spider in here,” Chris was turning the water off, “we need to take him outside before he gets hurt.”
Martin just stood there, transfixed. The last time he had seen his brother completely naked was in high school, a little slip when he had walked into the wrong room at the wrong time. This was his brother, who had grown and bulked up who had spent years in the sun bent over the rim of the bathtub. Greedily he looked over every inch of skin he didn’t normally see. As it turned out Chris was perfectly shaped behind, his rear generous but not exaggerated it looked toned but not hard.
Chris stood up and faced him, his eyes concerned. Martin came towards him his eye dazed. This frightened Chris so he backed up as far as he could the back of his knees hitting the rim of the bathtub. Martin was now close enough to grab a fistful of wet, brown hair and look into his brothers’ dark eyes. Chris opened his mouth and called to his brother in a questioning manner.
The brown haired brother was silenced with a warm, soft mouth touching his own. Martin had placed his lips on his brother, his body on auto-pilot. He almost groaned and increased the kiss, his tongue probing his brother’s lips, his hands still holding the other man still. Once Martin was done his little exploration he pulled back and forced his brother towards the wall.
Near panting, the older brother slid his knee between his brothers leg forcing the other man to take a half sitting position rubbing against his brothers leg. “N-no,” Chris managed as his brother attacked his neck, surely leaving large red marks. “Brother!”
“Does it matter to you what other people think? Would you deny me because what they think?” Martin whispered into his brothers’ neck barely audible. The other man whimpered as Martins breath cooled the saliva resting there. “Are they worth that much to you?”
Chris cried out as his brother shifted his knee, feeling the pressure against his slowly growing erection. Martin resumed his work on the neck in front of him, letting his grip go so he could rake his finger nails against his brothers’ sensitive sides.
Then for whatever reason, the younger had given into the older, his body losing some of it’s tightness. Whether or not Chris had been having thoughts like Martins own Martin did not know. He only knew he had beautiful Chris underneath him and willing and that’s all that mattered for now.
Martin moved up to his brothers’ mouth, now being taken in and he kissed his brother thoroughly his hand travelling across a golden chest to find a little nub. He teased it with the tip of his finger, it was already hard from being wet and cold but he teased it to new heights. Chris moaned into his mouth and bucked against Martins knee now near complete arousal.
Chris banged his head hard on the wall when his brother shifted and lapped at his left nipple. “Martin,” he whimpered, receiving a smirk from his brother. His brother looked towards the door which held a cheap hotel night robe on a rack. Martin straightened and led his brother towards the door and straightened, being slightly taller than Chris. He grabbed the belt from the robe and tied his brothers’ hands together, ignoring pleading brown eyes. He then hooked his brothers tied hands to the rack that had once held the robe.
Resuming his game Martin ran his finger nails against his brothers’ side once more and finally over a hard nipple and down to his brother belly button, teasing the navel. Martin looked around the room only to see the generic white shirt his brother wore under his sweat shirt and ripped the bottom off with his hand forming a little rag which he tied around his brothers’ eyes. “Martin!” Chris whined.
Martin now removed his own shirt and sweat shirt and kneeled on the floor, lifting his brothers’ legs so they rested on Martins strong shoulders. Martin smiled as Chris’s breath hitched in a telling way and he kissed his brothers hips, and anywhere else he could reach without kissing that one spot. Chris humped his hips in the air in a useless show of arousal. Martin could hear his brother start to plead and gently kissed the tip of the leaking penis.
He slowly licked the shaft and brought his hand up to tease his brothers family jewels. Martin bobbed his head up and down, listening to his brothers whimpering and pleading until he felt his brother tense up and lifted up, jerking his brother to completion.
The younger man sagged under his bonds as he released himself into his own brother’s hands. What he didn’t know, because of his covered eyes, was that underneath his brother was coating his fingers with a generous amount of spit and semen and one of those fingers was about to get close and personal.
Martin almost groaned when he felt his brothers’ tight little ass nearly reject one finger which he worked up slowly his own erection pulsing and throbbing and driving him nearly crazy. His brother made the most delicious sounds as he worked a second finger up and although the other man was soft from recent ejaculation and pain Martin knew soon he would be erect again.
Inside Martin managed to brush against a certain spot in his brother that sent arousal through the other man. Martin teased the very spot while adding a third finger, making Chris dance as much as he could. Quickly Martin looked about the room, knowing that while spit and cum might be good enough for his fingers something else would be needed for his larger part.
Once he found what he needed Martin returned to Chris and wrapped the other mans legs around his hip and poking the head of his penis into that tight heat. Chris groaned as he was filled with his brothers’ penis, feeling it fill him till it felt like he would burst. They waited there for a few minutes, kissing gently and Martin removing the blindfold while he waited for his brother to adjust.
Martin knew it was time when his brother shifted his hips impatiently and began to slowly pump his hips, a few times bringing himself far enough to nearly pop out of Chris before sliding in to the hilt. Chris was now fully hard, nestled against his brothers’ stomach, beginning to drip precum onto the sweaty flesh.
“Take it Chris,” Martin growled before sinking his teeth into his brothers’ neck and pounding as hard as he possible could.
Chris could feel his brother release inside him, eyes widening at the sensation. Martin panted against his brothers’ neck, kissing the hurt flesh in apology. Chris wiggled as he felt his brother go soft and was all too aware of his lack of completion, resting against Martin’s stomach.
Martin released his brother’s hands and kissed where they were a bit reddened from the scratchy material. Chris whined some more and Martin lead him to the bed where Chris was placed on his knees. Chris looked back at his brother as Martin stuck a finger in his recently used hole and slid his other palm around Chris’s erection. Chris came violently on the sheets of his own bed feeling his brother’s fingers in him.
They lay down together, forced to nearly cuddle by the size of the bed when Chris lifted his head and looked at his brother with wide eyes. “We forgot about the spider.”

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Stop posting please, I think your stuff keeps getting deleted or something.

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I love that these were done in the actual style of the show! Very nice.

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really like that story

I love wild kratts

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torture only chris? YEAH!!!!

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a little story-

Chris was exploring the sea with his sperm whale suit, while martin explored with his squid power suit. Both loved their suits, and interestingly, martin had a plan up his sleeve. ‘Boy! Today is going to be awesome!’ He thought. After Nearly two hours exploring, martin and chris got bored, that’s when martin waned to carry out his plan. “hey chris, wanna have some fun?” he asked “yeah bro, sure it’s getting boring.” Chris said. Arriving at the Tortuga, they figured out no one was home, aviva went to buy tools, koki went to get a better wifi, and jimmy, of course pizza. “so, what do you mean by fun?” chris asked. with a mischevious glare and a naughty smirk, martin said “you know what…” “oh no no no no martin, ohh no not THAT!” chris said, backing away “oh yeah baby, were gonna LOVE this…” martin said, moving towards chris. Chris, in his whale power suit, tried to get away, but martin caught him with his eight arms. “but im in my whale power suit, you can never try on me in this suit!” Chris said “that’s easy” martin said, pushing the activation button, causing him to come back to human form. 0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0oo00oo00o0o0oo0o0o
Chris tried to say something, but it came out as bubbles. Martin carried him to the surface and sat on the gate of the Tortuga. Chris coughed the water out. “m-martin n-no, we-were bros!” chris said, coughing. “so what?” martin asked “no-nothing” chris said, he knew this would make it worse. “So, let the fun begin….”
Chris swallowed hard, his nightmare was going to come true. Although most people like it, chris HATED it, HATED! He just could not bear the pain, and martin LOVED torturing him. He started by allowing his suckers suck at chris’ neck, some-what tickle him, to all the way down on that smooth fabric. Chris closed his eyes…and waited. The tentacles slowly licked chris’ ears as the suckers moved down. Chris found himself moaning, and arcing his back. His mind raced. One sucker stopped right on his nipple, licking and biting, whatever martin got. Martin enjoyed this. He moved all the way down to licking his feet under the fabric. “m-martin stop this! Y-you know how I ha-hate this” chris pleaded, but martin’s only reaction was doing that harder. “enough! Stop struggling! You know I have got eight arms, you can never escape bro! now done on the fabric, lets do inside it” martin said. Chris just tensed up more.
Martin slowly let one of his tentacle up chris’ shirt, while four others held chris in place by the limbs. Chris hardened up more. After embracing for another five minutes, he unzipped chris’ pants, causing chris to flinch back. “martin! Stop it PLEASE!” chris continued, which only triggered martin. He stroked faster and faster, with chris moaning and grunting. Ohh how he loved the sounds chris made. Finally, what chris dreaded-was to come. “now its ass time bro, get ready to taste my meat!”
Chris’ eyes sunk in fear. He sweated, squiggled and squirmed to get away from martin. This only made martin angrier. He prayed to god that martin would leave him. He was scared of martin, yes he was. “its showtime!” martin yelled as he forced a HUGE tentacle up chris’ ass. Chris screamed because of the unbearable pain. He pleaded more “martin stop this, im your brother! Martin? MARTIN!” he said as he hyperventilated. “Just a little more…” martin said as he pushed down further way, then pulled the whole tentacle out, and repeated it faster and faster until chris was so exhausted he could not walk. “m-martin stop it. Martin please, I beg you martin, spare my life” chris begged, making martin furious. “I planned it to end now…but I have another thing up, THREE AT A TIME!” he said….making chris whimper in fear. As martin pulled the two in and out, with another at chris’ mouth, making him unable to scream.
At last when he felt satisfied, he let go of chris, who was barely conscious, naked and hyperventilating. He had a sore throat and a fever. Martin still fondling with him. “m-martin…i…i…bro…don’t do it again…PLEASE!” chris said, just a last hope for him. “in fact, this is the schedule every week.” Martin said with a smirk “nooo!” was all chris managed to say, before fainting……..

Chris was exploring the sea with his sperm whale suit, while martin explored with his squid power suit. Both loved their suits, and interestingly, martin had a plan up his sleeve. ‘Boy! Today is going to be awesome!’ He thought. After Nearly two hours exploring, martin and chris got bored, that’s when martin waned to carry out his plan. “hey chris, wanna have some fun?” he asked “yeah bro, sure it’s getting boring.” Chris said. Arriving at the Tortuga, they figured out no one was home, aviva went to buy tools, koki went to get a better wifi, and jimmy, of course pizza. “so, what do you mean by fun?” chris asked. with a mischevious glare and a naughty smirk, martin said “you know what…” “oh no no no no martin, ohh no not THAT!” chris said, backing away “oh yeah baby, were gonna LOVE this…” martin said, moving towards chris. Chris, in his whale power suit, tried to get away, but martin caught him with his eight arms. “but im in my whale power suit, you can never try on me in this suit!” Chris said “that’s easy” martin said, pushing the activation button, causing him to come back to human form. 0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0oo00oo00o0o0oo0o0o
Chris tried to say something, but it came out as bubbles. Martin carried him to the surface and sat on the gate of the Tortuga. Chris coughed the water out. “m-martin n-no, we-were bros!” chris said, coughing. “so what?” martin asked “no-nothing” chris said, he knew this would make it worse. “So, let the fun begin….”
Chris swallowed hard, his nightmare was going to come true. Although most people like it, chris HATED it, HATED! He just could not bear the pain, and martin LOVED torturing him. He started by allowing his suckers suck at chris’ neck, some-what tickle him, to all the way down on that smooth fabric. Chris closed his eyes…and waited. The tentacles slowly licked chris’ ears as the suckers moved down. Chris found himself moaning, and arcing his back. His mind raced. One sucker stopped right on his nipple, licking and biting, whatever martin got. Martin enjoyed this. He moved all the way down to licking his feet under the fabric. “m-martin stop this! Y-you know how I ha-hate this” chris pleaded, but martin’s only reaction was doing that harder. “enough! Stop struggling! You know I have got eight arms, you can never escape bro! now done on the fabric, lets do inside it” martin said. Chris just tensed up more.
Martin slowly let one of his tentacle up chris’ shirt, while four others held chris in place by the limbs. Chris hardened up more. After embracing for another five minutes, he unzipped chris’ pants, causing chris to flinch back. “martin! Stop it PLEASE!” chris continued, which only triggered martin. He stroked faster and faster, with chris moaning and grunting. Ohh how he loved the sounds chris made. Finally, what chris dreaded-was to come. “now its ass time bro, get ready to taste my meat!”
Chris’ eyes sunk in fear. He sweated, squiggled and squirmed to get away from martin. This only made martin angrier. He prayed to god that martin would leave him. He was scared of martin, yes he was. “its showtime!” martin yelled as he forced a HUGE tentacle up chris’ ass. Chris screamed because of the unbearable pain. He pleaded more “martin stop this, im your brother! Martin? MARTIN!” he said as he hyperventilated. “Just a little more…” martin said as he pushed down further way, then pulled the whole tentacle out, and repeated it faster and faster until chris was so exhausted he could not walk. “m-martin stop it. Martin please, I beg you martin, spare my life” chris begged, making martin furious. “I planned it to end now…but I have another thing up, THREE AT A TIME!” he said….making chris whimper in fear. As martin pulled the two in and out, with another at chris’ mouth, making him unable to scream.
At last when he felt satisfied, he let go of chris, who was barely conscious, naked and hyperventilating. He had a sore throat and a fever. Martin still fondling with him. “m-martin…i…i…bro…don’t do it again…PLEASE!” chris said, just a last hope for him. “in fact, this is the schedule every week.” Martin said with a smirk “nooo!” was all chris managed to say, before fainting……..
>>91097

Chris was exploring the sea with his sperm whale suit, while martin explored with his squid power suit. Both loved their suits, and interestingly, martin had a plan up his sleeve. ‘Boy! Today is going to be awesome!’ He thought. After Nearly two hours exploring, martin and chris got bored, that’s when martin waned to carry out his plan. “hey chris, wanna have some fun?” he asked “yeah bro, sure it’s getting boring.” Chris said. Arriving at the Tortuga, they figured out no one was home, aviva went to buy tools, koki went to get a better wifi, and jimmy, of course pizza. “so, what do you mean by fun?” chris asked. with a mischevious glare and a naughty smirk, martin said “you know what…” “oh no no no no martin, ohh no not THAT!” chris said, backing away “oh yeah baby, were gonna LOVE this…” martin said, moving towards chris. Chris, in his whale power suit, tried to get away, but martin caught him with his eight arms. “but im in my whale power suit, you can never try on me in this suit!” Chris said “that’s easy” martin said, pushing the activation button, causing him to come back to human form. 0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0oo00oo00o0o0oo0o0o
Chris tried to say something, but it came out as bubbles. Martin carried him to the surface and sat on the gate of the Tortuga. Chris coughed the water out. “m-martin n-no, we-were bros!” chris said, coughing. “so what?” martin asked “no-nothing” chris said, he knew this would make it worse. “So, let the fun begin….”
Chris swallowed hard, his nightmare was going to come true. Although most people like it, chris HATED it, HATED! He just could not bear the pain, and martin LOVED torturing him. He started by allowing his suckers suck at chris’ neck, some-what tickle him, to all the way down on that smooth fabric. Chris closed his eyes…and waited. The tentacles slowly licked chris’ ears as the suckers moved down. Chris found himself moaning, and arcing his back. His mind raced. One sucker stopped right on his nipple, licking and biting, whatever martin got. Martin enjoyed this. He moved all the way down to licking his feet under the fabric. “m-martin stop this! Y-you know how I ha-hate this” chris pleaded, but martin’s only reaction was doing that harder. “enough! Stop struggling! You know I have got eight arms, you can never escape bro! now done on the fabric, lets do inside it” martin said. Chris just tensed up more.
Martin slowly let one of his tentacle up chris’ shirt, while four others held chris in place by the limbs. Chris hardened up more. After embracing for another five minutes, he unzipped chris’ pants, causing chris to flinch back. “martin! Stop it PLEASE!” chris continued, which only triggered martin. He stroked faster and faster, with chris moaning and grunting. Ohh how he loved the sounds chris made. Finally, what chris dreaded-was to come. “now its ass time bro, get ready to taste my meat!”
Chris’ eyes sunk in fear. He sweated, squiggled and squirmed to get away from martin. This only made martin angrier. He prayed to god that martin would leave him. He was scared of martin, yes he was. “its showtime!” martin yelled as he forced a HUGE tentacle up chris’ ass. Chris screamed because of the unbearable pain. He pleaded more “martin stop this, im your brother! Martin? MARTIN!” he said as he hyperventilated. “Just a little more…” martin said as he pushed down further way, then pulled the whole tentacle out, and repeated it faster and faster until chris was so exhausted he could not walk. “m-martin stop it. Martin please, I beg you martin, spare my life” chris begged, making martin furious. “I planned it to end now…but I have another thing up, THREE AT A TIME!” he said….making chris whimper in fear. As martin pulled the two in and out, with another at chris’ mouth, making him unable to scream.
At last when he felt satisfied, he let go of chris, who was barely conscious, naked and hyperventilating. He had a sore throat and a fever. Martin still fondling with him. “m-martin…i…i…bro…don’t do it again…PLEASE!” chris said, just a last hope for him. “in fact, this is the schedule every week.” Martin said with a smirk “nooo!” was all chris managed to say, before fainting……..
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Well that was an... interesting story.

I think that the name KRATTCEST is awesome and I do like the sex part and kissing so I think that CHRIS and MARTIN make a wonderful gay couple.

I sucked many men when I was young. Ray Mahloji

Ahem, well, hello everyone. I hope you all accept my art and writing. Although, I will warn you right now that it will not be entirely homo. No, I'll be posting art of the brothers in a relationship with my OC, Christin Kratt.

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