Dreamworks Captain Underpants Novels & Stories

He was supposed to be my teammate, my responsibility as captain, but right now, looking down at him, all I wanted to do was pin him against the glass and wipe that arrogant smile right off his face. "You're in my way, Captain," Jules panted, his voice dripping with that fake innocence that always made my jaw tick. He pushed his helmet up, running a gloved hand through his sweat-dampened hair, completely unfazed by the fact that I was towering over him. "Unless you're planning to ask me out, you need to back off." I leaned in closer, letting him feel the sheer size of me, letting him smell the sweat and the cold air clinging to my jersey.

He had to work, as he always did, on slowing down and getting the timing correct. After two hours he was satisfied. He tumbled into bed, falling asleep within a minute. His dreams were pleasant, mostly involving a cute girl that kept trying to get away. Every time he dragged her back with the rope around her middle. Sabrina's dreams were pleasant also but highly erotic. She was tied up lying on her side on a table. A stranger kept asking her if she wanted to fuck. When she said no, he approached either her open vagina or open mouth and used them as hard as he could. It felt wonderful but he would always stop before she reached orgasm. After a great number of penetrations, he finally went too

" Raymond closed his eyes and produced another stack of photos. Before he even said anything, Laura snatched them from him immediately. However, all it took was just a single glance before Laura nearly fainted on the spot. Then, she marched up to Tracy and gave her at least a dozen slaps on each side of her face, left and right. "You little slut!" The photos showed Tracy wearing sexy, promiscuous outfits while nestled in the arms of many different men. Some of the men were wealthy millionaires in their 50s, and some of them were notorious playboys, too. The most glaring photo showed her on tiptoe, kissing a well-known married business tycoon on the cheek, her eyes gleaming with ulterior inte

They pull out and I collapse onto the bench, trembling, leaking from every hole. “My turn.” Darren. I look up at him – the biggest, the captain, the one I’ve fantasized about most – and he’s stroking his massive cock with a look on his face that makes me shiver. “Think you can handle one more?” I shouldn’t be able to take any more. I’m wrecked. Ruined. My pussy is swollen and sore, pumped full of five loads that are still leaking down my thighs. My ass throbs from being stretched open for the first time – twice. My jaw aches from choking on cocks I couldn’t fit but took anyway.

Filur stared at Dawey. “I am saying that maybe, this newborn fairy’s power is for it to be able to suck powers from others.” Dawey answered. “If it secretly sucked our power, rendering us exhausted after and not able to move, then, wouldn’t our effort and time in catching the newborn fairy be useless?” he asked.

Calvin had long been my go-to alias for situations where I felt that it would behoove me to keep my identity to myself. "Well, Mr. Spencer, as I am sure that you are aware that this is a dream sync house. We specialize in extended periods of dream syncs that can last anywhere from a couple of days to a couple of months." He turned his back and began to walk into the large chamber of resting bodies. "A couple of months?" I asked. "How is that possible?" He didn't turn back to face me when he answered, instead just held his hand out to show me the sleeping people.

Sandra: Oh! You're a marine! That's so manly. But isn't it dangerous? Victor: Not really. It’s more paperwork than anything else. We’re on the sea most of the time, avoiding enemy waters, so it’s pretty chill. Sandra: That made you ten times more attractive to me. It’s funny, but I feel like you hold an important position, too. Victor: Yeah. I’m the captain. Sandra: That makes so much sense. You looked like you were the boss of something in your pictures. Are you a good captain, though? Take good care of your men?

The cold air from the arena slowly faded away as we walked deeper into the athletic building. We passed several closed wooden doors before we finally reached a heavy metal door with a small silver plaque that read 'Team Captain'. Connor pushed the heavy door open, pulled me inside the small room, and closed the metal door securely behind us to block out any eavesdropping teammates. The private office was very clean and smelled strongly of fresh laundry detergent and leather equipment. A large wooden desk sat in the center of the room, and a comfortable leather couch rested against the painted cinderblock wall.

The last name made more sense to me than others. During the end of the second week, the three Js ran into my room and closed the laptop which I was working on. The look on their faces was mischievous and I could tell they were up to something bad or had done something bad. “Out with it, guys, I can’t have three photocopy stare directly at me. It causes confusion,” I said to them with the most boring look I could pull out. “Put on your dancing shoes girl cause Luke Power is dead!” Jack announced loudly and happily.

Dom was still in a safe house, and from what the captain implied, he wasn’t happy having to stay out of sight. She sighed and watched out the window. It was snowing again, and she felt as heavy as the snowflakes looked. She had tried to connect with Dominic several times in the last week, but hadn’t been able to. She wasn’t sure why she couldn’t. The captain had said he had been exhausted and spent a few days resting more than anything, but now he was working the case with them. Did he have her blocked again? She was wishing she had asked him more questions on this thing that they were able to do. It wasn’t as if she could just search for it on the internet. What would she search? C