Just a bit of Spilled Potion

Where it started

TW: dubcon, BDSM aspects, breeding kink, pain kink, extreme sex

Let me know if I missed anything!!
Thank you to the friend that helped me write this and came up with the book prompt!!

Techno sighed as he looked at the potion book as he worked, trying to make a regen potion.

See, since Dream had been thrown into the prison, government's started working together and banning anarchy.

Which meant that Techno had started making potions to support them. (Mostly for trading, Phil's greenhouse and all the wild animals kept them nicely fed, and they had plenty of ice to melt for water, and plenty of wood to chop for warmth.)

He planned on selling it for a high price, sure it wasn’t the best and he definitely messed up the ingredients. But he was certain he could sell this... ‘surprise’ potion (he honestly couldn’t tell what the pink concoction he accidentally made was) but whatever it was he planned to sell it for a high price.

That is until he dropped it, all of the liquid pouring out the top and all of it managing to land on his pants and sink right onto his cock

"Fuck” he mumbled in disappointment as his pants grew tight from what he presumed was just the hot water from the freshly made potion

Techno scoffed, annoying and upset at himself. He wasted material and time. So he cut his losses and went downstairs, ready to just take a quick bath and then dispose of the last of the fucked up potion.

Phil was still outside tending to the animals, so Techno took the chance to just take a bath and then dispose of the failure. A quick bath later, and he was left with more questions. Now, he wasn't particularly small before, Piglins sporting rather good sizes thanks to biologically. But he had gotten fucking bigger, now sporting a thick 15 inches.

But oddly, even after his bath, a strawberry scent lingered. Lingered in the house and around him, him more heavily. He had no clue why, his soap smelled more like pine mixed with sweetberries because of how Phil made it. (It was easier than buying soap, since they were in the isolated north.)

While Techno got redressed in the house and started drying off his hair, the scent lingered outside, where Phil was just getting done milking the cows.

And he smelled something sweet, strawberry. He thought it was one of the heifers at first, and he glanced over, but all of them were calm and not in heat, at least they didn't look like it.

But suddenly he felt hot and empty. It forced a whine out of him as he panted, mind already feeling fuzzy at the sheer intensity of the scent. His pathetic excuse of a dick straining against his boxers, barely big enough to make a very faint tent. (Not enough that you would see it from far off, though. You’d have to be paying close attention to his groin to notice.)

His mind felt foggy, making it hard to focus on what he was doing or why he was out there anyways. His tongue automatically somewhat lulled out of his mouth as he looked around with slightly squinted eyes, before his gaze landed on a fuzzy shape of a figure in one of the cabin windows.

Techno! He had forgotten the man was still inside making potions for a minute, maybe he should go talk to him? He could knows what's going on, but fuck moving was hard, because he wanted nothing more than to be fucked stupid-

(Why did he want to be fucked by his best friend again? He was meant to be a feared warrior, not a cock hungry slut-) Though the logical part of his brain that was actually questioning things wasn’t working quite right.

His eyes glanced around again, thighs rubbing together to try and get himself to climax as the scent of strawberry still lingered and made him feel hotter. He soon saw his communicator, and grabbed it immediately, calling Techno without thinking.