Meat Puppet

Note: I'm making the assumption based on BUABS that Meg was partying in Sam's body a week before it killed Wendell. Just a few more days, then the sequel, which would be the aftermath of BUABS. Anyone reading this out there?

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The passenger window fogged up with condensation. Meg grunted as the next thrust pushed him close to the window. It hitched his ass higher and changed the angle so the dick scrapped harder against his prostate.

“Shit, you’re a slut, aren’t you?” the voice behind Meg panted, sounding awed.

“Stop talking,” Meg groaned. “Just keep fucking.”

There was a growl before the pace picked up.

The truck was cramped, the seat littered with old coffee cups. Meg pressed his cheek against the glass and noted the truck desperately needed a wash.

Meg grabbed Sam’s cock bobbing frantically between his legs. It inserted the cock ring it ‘borrowed’ from Dirk before this guy, whatever his name is, rammed his sweaty dick up Sam’s ass. Didn’t even need lube. Meg worked Sam’s hole so much, the cock slipped in with a persistent nudge.

The pace was rough, each stroke threatened to slam Meg into the window. But, just as Meg figured, the guy was only good for a short time because he came sloppily inside, pulling out too early and staining Sam’s tight ass with cum. Sam’s cock was an angry red, purpling. Meg removed the ring and arched his back when it cum all over its front, dampening his shirt.

Meg rolled his eyes as it wiggled back into Sam’s jeans. It grinned at the driver anyway.

“Thanks for the ride,” Meg said in a deep voice, showing him Sam’s dimples. People seem to really like that.

The driver was flushed, slouched back at his seat, his pants still around his thighs. “No, no,” he said in a daze, “Thank YOU for the ride.”

Meg smiled smugly and got out of the truck, slung its backpack over his shoulder. The demon didn’t look back as the truck drove away. It was time to do some hunting.


The demon had to admit, this was new.

The guy at the pool hall didn’t look that impressive, but he was a cutie who looked vaguely like Dean. Meg liked the idea of Dean fucking his baby brother senseless, so despite its misgivings, it took Greg back to the motel.

Turns out the guy knew some pretty interesting positions. Right now, Meg wrapped Sam’s long, muscular legs around Greg’s torso, his body up so they made an inverted V. Greg drilled his dick into Sam’s sore anus like a jackhammer.

Meg gasped out at one thrust it was sure would have broke Sam’s neck. Even the demon was feeling the strain of his neck and shoulders. Greg turned out to be a selfish lover; just pounding away, standing on the bed, barely tiring. Greg grunted as he jerked his hips, his dick, average size as it was, had perfect aim, steering right for Sam’s prostate.

His neck was killing him but it tightened Sam’s legs around Greg, gasping as Greg grasped Sam’s cock with both fists, pumping it with really hard and painful tugs.

Meg panted and didn’t notice the motel room door opening.

Greg grinned evilly. “Thought I would invite a friend.” He nodded to a man who outweighed Sam at least twenty pounds. “I wanted to let Tony in on the fun, too.”

Meg narrowed his eyes. Just its luck it picked a guy with a fat ass for a partner. And it looked like Greg doesn’t take no for an answer. The demon growled wordlessly and Greg just laughed, gripping Sam’s thighs so Meg couldn’t pull away.

Tony sneered at Meg, scrambling up the bed. He straddled Meg by his upper chest. He pulled out his shirt, unbuttoned his slacks.

Meg curled his lips with disgust at the dripping purpling cock jutting out under fat folds of flesh.

Tony saw Meg’s reaction and scowled. He grabbed Sam’s chin, forcing Sam’s mouth opened. He snarled that Meg was going to eat it anyway and forcefully shove its fat, leaking dick down Sam’s unwilling throat.

The demon gagged. Bastard was big. His eyes flashed but it took it anyway. Meg was going to just sit back. Let Sammy have a turn.

‘I’m taking a break, boy,' Meg told the groggy hunter. ‘Later, Winchester’

The demon smiled to itself as it watched Sam jerked to awareness, body bucking wildly to escaping the cock rubbing his throat raw. Panicked sounds escaping, eyes wide, Sam didn’t know what was going on. He flailed as he felt a sharp burning on his anus.

Meg laughed at Sam’s feeble attempts to wrench away from Greg’s pistoning cock. The hunter unlocked his ankles from behind, but Sam screamed around Greg’s cock when Tony slammed into his ass, yanking his cock brutally.

“Bad boy. Can’t change your mind now, slut,” Tony taunted as he speed up both his fists and his thrusts.

Meg watched with a mock sympathetic wince as each blow put more and more strain to Sam’s neck.

“Dean! Dean!” Sam cried out, or tried. Tony leaned his fat body into Sam’s face, smothering him. He smirked at Sam, grin growing as he heard Sam choke, gargle painfully as Tony cum into his mouth, but refused to pull out to ensure the hunter swallowed every drop.

“Like that, don’t you?” Tony jeered as he watched Sam’s green eyes filled. “Don’t worry, bitch. There’s plenty more where that came from.”

Meg grew bored of it; watching Sam struggled and twisted in agony as he tried to scream for help. The boy was just making it worse for himself.

‘Have fun,’ Meg droned to the terrified hunter. The demon smirked. ‘Wake me up when its over.’

The demon chuckled as it heard Sam tried to call out for Dean again. ‘Don’t worry, Sammy. You’ll see Deano REAL soon.’ Meg drifted to the back of Sam’s mind to enjoy the show.