Scott never aspired to build himself up.  The tall, burly physique he had gained over the years came not out of vanity, but the sheer toil and determination his life demanded of him. Occasionally, he would feel dissonance looking into a mirror and not seeing his scrawny teenage body looking back at him. What he was staring down now would have made that experience seem quaint, if Scott had any sense of who he was. He could not conceptualize himself as Scott Summers, leader of the X-Men—he was merely Cyclops, one of many studs roaming the land amongst his kin of Hulks.

The cooldown of the breeding frenzy that subsumed him and the rest of the X-Men had left the crimson-skinned Hulk in a stupor. More clear-headed than he was for the past hour, but not quite sober enough to regain his full faculties. An impression of his true self floated through his psyche. He faintly remembered a subtle pounding in his head that occasionally brought pain, but always brought an awareness to keep himself in check. That rippling energy, that lingering danger of cutting loose, was no longer focused within his head and eyes. Rather, it was balanced out across his entire body. Every inch of his corded muscle and thick skin thrummed with energy. In particular, one throbbing organ made no less potent after an hour of non-stop debauchery. 

"Viel Spaß, Zyklopen?"

Cyclops was snapped out of his paralysis, first by the pungent scent of brimstone, followed by the loud pop in the air that released a gust of bright purple smoke. With a heavy thud of his cloven hooves hitting the ground, Nightcrawler emerged from the smoke, standing before the awestruck Cyclops. He was a head taller than the Red Hulk, owing to his digitigrade feet, but that wasn't what made Cyclops feel small in his presence. The fugue state he was in left him feeling stiff and uncertain, whereas Nightcrawler was limber and loose. He had an elfin quality in his stride, despite being nearly as tall as a basketball pole and weighing a half-ton in muscle.

Nightcrawler's toothy grin spread even wider as he canted his head down and flicked his yellow eyes down to the ground. "Zyklopen haben Spaß mit anderen..." he noted, chuckling.

Following Nightcrawler's eyes, Cyclops realized what he had been up to before beginning to rise from his blackout. A She-Hulk was left strewn along the ground, laid partly on her side. Her body twisted at the hips and her head was resting slack to the side. She had the curves of a fertility goddess and the musculature of a bodybuilder, highlighted by her bright green skin. Unconscious, her snores sounded hoarse, and her chin and the corners of her mouth looked to be plastered with some sort of translucent fluid. 

Just a few yards away to the side, a tree had been uprooted and crashed sideways into the ground. Resting at the base of its upturned trunk was another brute like Cyclops had become, only with purple skin and a mop of ruddy hair. His arms and legs hung limply over both ends of the trunk, displaying his whitewashed anus out in the open.

Further along the tree was a third person. Another woman, with the most visibly different features out of all of them. She was some sort of vixen or she-wolf, with a thick pelt of red fur and digitigrade feet that brushed against the ground below. Along the fringes of the trunk beneath her, the tree bark appeared smoothed out. She was laid up along the tree perpendicular to the male, and with her tail still hiked up even in her stupor, her splayed pussy was revealed to be as loaded with cum as the rest of them.

Nightcrawler cocked his head over his shoulder, following Cyclops's line of sight. "Werden die Zyklop mehr Spaß haben?" He turned back to face Cyclops, flashing his devilish grin once more. "Viel Spaß mit Nightcrawler?"

Nightcrawler closed the distance between them by brushing his bulbous fingertips along the upthrust bellend of Cyclops's cock. Cyclops clenched his teeth at the contact, but did not pivot away when the blue-furred Hulk's three-fingered touch ran down the length of his prick, then along his hip, then over his chest. By the time he reached his jaw, Cyclops felt a second contact along his thigh, all while noting that Nightcrawler's opposing arm remained stationary at his side. The other Hulk's prehensile tail swiveled between them, prodding the tip of its spade-shaped tail into his bloated scrotum.

Cyclops's burly body began to quake in excitement. A fleeting sense of worry, that there was a crisis at hand that needed to be resolved, swam through his thoughts but could not hope to outpace the overwhelming drives compelling him to mate. Nightcrawler was not a She-Hulk, but the lusts that drove his breeding instinct returned in his presence, stirring his muscles and soothing out the paralysis Nightcrawler had found him in moments ago. Cyclops was reminded of his purpose, and that made him not only feel strong once more, but virile. He reached out to Nightcrawler, running his own thick fingers into the bristles of his beard.

"Ja, mehr Spaß für Zyklop..." Nightcrawler chuckled, finally pulling Cyclops close and running his forked tongue up his jaw. With a heady moan, Cyclops threw his arms around his new lover, clawing his hands through the pelt of fur that covered Nightcrawler's back. Both their erect pricks slid up against their corded abdominal muscles. Cyclops's had gone from feeling frozen with uncertainty to becoming fiery with confidence. More than just mating indiscriminately, Anole felt like a true sexual being, desiring other Hulks with other Hulks desiring him.

Just as Cyclops was about to bring his mouth to Nightcrawler's, the scent of brimstone stung his sinuses once more. With a loud [i]BAMF[/i] and a thick puff of smoke, Nightcrawler vanished out of his hands. Cyclops staggered, grasping at a nearby tree just to stop from crashing to the ground. Before he had the chance to gawk at what just happened, another [i]BAMF[/i] from behind followed Nightcrawler's hands settling around his ass.

With a thud that shook the leaves out of the tree above them, Nightcrawler fell to his knees and spread open the cleft of Cyclops's ass. Cyclops gasped, then grunted. He felt the fine fur of his elvish face as his nose swept up the open cleft of his ass, then his hot breath as he drew out his tongue and ran it flat up against his perineum. Cyclops hunched over and drew the tree into a forceful hug, splintering the bark between his fingers.

Nightcrawler flared his nostrils, huffing hot breath against Cyclops's asshole before planting his lips against his puckered anus. Nightcrawler wiggled his tongue into the grommet of his ass. Cyclops screeched in delight and choked at the tree's trunk with such tightness it splintered in his grip. The roots trembled within the earth before finally giving way, all while Nightcrawler gripped at Cyclops's ass, poking his tongue deeper into Cyclops's anus until he collapsed forward.

Cyclops fell belly-first along with the torn remains of the tree, crashing into the ground at an angle where his ass was hoisted into the air while he laid himself down on top of it. His cock and balls dangled in the air, along with his two splayed legs. It was a position Nightcrawler was quick and eager to take advantage of, scrambling back to his feet and settling himself behind Cyclops.

He looked down at the tip of his dick perfectly aligned with Cyclops's asshole, still glossy and springy from his tongue. He gripped the backs of the red Hulk's thighs and eased himself forward, heaving in delight at the immediate searing heat and tightness of Cyclops's ass.

"Unglaublich!"

Cyclops's anus expanded around Nightcrawler's girth as he gently pushed forward. It clung around his cock, straining his entry but making it no less pleasurable. Cyclops kicked and clawed at the dirt below and wriggled his torso against the tree trunk he was laid up upon.

"Unngggghh!" Cyclops growled, finally finding his voice. "Ygghh-yaaaagh! Mrruuuaaagh!"

Nightcrawler beamed with devilish glee, his bared teeth clenching with the exquisite pressure of the Red Hulk's ass around his cock. He gripped Cyclop's waist and lowered himself on top of him the deeper he slid into him. Cyclops's writhing increased, only pausing when his blue-furred lover was nestled on top of him, pinning him down against the trunk. With a deep, gutteral grunt, Cyclops humped back into Nightcrawler's groin, forcefully enough for the elf to nearly lose his step.

"Ja," he said, rising back up. "Keine Romantik." He gave one, powerful thrust, filling Cyclops's ass completely.

In that instant, the seared heat Cyclops felt simmer behind the corners of his eyes grew to an inferno. With a gutteral roar, he threw his head back, and with it a bright, green beam erupted from out his bulging eyes. The canopy of the forest above them was obliterated—not incininerated, but bombarded with such force  they crumbled upon impact—in an instant. Cyclops was sure he had experienced ecstacy in the thick of the breeding frenzy, but it all felt like such a trifle compared to how Kurt was skewering his ass.

All the while, Nightcrawler remained motionless, luxuriating in both the snug warmth of Cyclops's ass and the visual spectacle of his ecstatic reaction. His tail whipped from side to side as he slowly swayed his hips, then rolled them back. Nightcrawlee ground his teeth strained relish, already, feeling the cum boiling in his balls. Another blast of Cyclops's beams shot into the air with every pump of his cock. His own throbbing cock made a unique burrow into the splintering tree trunk, as thick and unbreakable as the rest of his body.

The hulking elf's thrusts grew more forceful, more frenzied. His hips battered into Scott's backside, and Scott in turn rose up from his slumped position to match his lover's thrusts. He was more supported by his own hands and knees than the tree, which had since been worn down into mulch. Scott' cock throbbed so hard, he wasn't sure who would come first, him or Kurt. Just when he felt he knew the answer, a loud [i]BAMF[/i] removed Kurt off of his back and left his asshole gaping. In an unthinking backwards thrust, Scott hurled himself, head over feet, into the ground behind him. Clumps of dirt and roots went flying, but Scott found enough coordination to scramble to his feet before it all plopped back to the ground.

Scott swung his body around, then side to side, looking in all directions for his big, blue lover. Brought to the peak of his arousal and then swiftly abandoned, Scott felt like a tightly balled fist, too high-strung to relax himself. His chest still heaving, veins and muscles still pulsating, his ass still quivering, his cock still lancing out from his loins. Moments passed, Scott still alone in the wilderness of his kin's land, and in his bewilderment Scott's thoughts were able to wade through the fog that filled his mind. The weight of his towering, muscular body felt foreign and awkward, and the complete absence of any weight or pressure around his head and face brought about a ripple of worry.

Scott. Kurt. He said those names to himself earlier, but now was given enough time to actually ruminate on them. They felt...familiar. Distressingly so. But Before he could fully clench his thoughts, a loud pop in the air broke his grip.

"Wunderin!"

Just as his nose caught the scent of brimstone, Nightcrawler reappeared—mid-air, above Cyclops, with his legs splayed out into a v-shape. Only through fortuitous reflexes did Cyclops catch him, cupping both his thighs in his hands. It was a position that made Nightcrawler's cock eye-level with Cyclops—something the blue elf-hulk was counting on. Panting excitedly through an open-mouth smile, Nightcrawler whipped his tail forward and curled it tightly around his shaft. It only took a few moments of stimulation for him to ratchet back up to the plateau Cyclops's ass had brought him, and then leap back down in a glorious climax.

"Rrrrraaahhhhh!" he cried.

A huge rope of cum shot from from his lover's glanshole, lashing against his forehead. Cyclops shut his eyes and opened his mouth as more and more cum leapt out against his face. His cheeks, eyelids and chin were quickly dripping with Nightcrawler's seed. None had managed to fly into his gaping mouth, but Cyclops could smell and feel it enough that his mouth salivated all the same. The smell of semen and brimstone, entwined together. It was the breeding frenzy all over again. His cock twitched back to arousal, his efforts to focus and reclaim his old self dashed away.

"Ach, du lieber," Nightcrawler murmured, falling slack in Cyclops's hold. He threw his hands around the  Red Hulk's neck, just to not fall over backwards. Cyclops drank in the sight of his lover and seducer, just as endowed with stupendous build as he and the rest of the Hulks, now hanging limply in his arms. With his head rolled back and his tongue hanging out, he looked as blissful and satiated as Cyclops felt. The difference between them, now, was that Cyclops still felt randy and energized, most evident by the upthrust cock that lanced out from his groin, its bulbous tip hovering inches below Nightcrawler's splayed asscheeks.

"Du-Du bist dran, Zyclop!" The Elf Hulk gasped. He seized up in Cyclops's hold, then chuckled and fell back into boneless bliss as the tip of Cyclops's prick tickled his puckered anus. It 

flowed up his ass splendidly, and Nightcrawler Nightcrawler spasmed as Cyclops lowered his hold, sinking his whole body down to drive himself deeper inside him. He bounced in his hold, doing a slight rotation in his hips to tug on his cock on his tight, clenching anus.

"Rrgggh!" Cyclops grunted, clenching down hard on Nightcrawler's thighs. Just as the Elf-hulk's rectal muscles ground into his shaft, he felt an additional new sensation in in own ass. He looked up to Nightcrawler, who greeted him with a sly wink before bringing their faces together for a heady kiss, sucking his own semen off Cyclops's lips and chin. Nightcrawler held him there, wriggling his tongue into his mouth, as the spade end of his tail eased itself into Cyclop's anus, the two Hulks now sodomizing one another simultaneously.

Hey, everyone!

Progress on expanding this project has been slow, but I have reached a milestone I am beyond excited to share with you. Among the artists I've reached out to is Souljoer00, who to my immense delight was extremely on board for this project. Souljoer has produced some extremely high-quality Hulk TF comics and art on his own (Some examples below), so I am really looking forward to contributing to that portfolio with my own Hulk project. 

Out of a handful of potential comics, Souljoer opted to go with my "Spider-Hulk" comic, which will feature both the titular wall-crawler as well as Mary Jane and even Carol Danvers. I'll get into more detail with the premise in a second post, but based on Souljoer's schedule we should be getting into production this January.