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A Bitchin' Night

For Limemas

By Draconicon

Robbie nudged the door to his bedroom with his shoulder, shaking his head as he looked at the messy state of things again. The whole thing was just a giant pig-sty, and considering that he had a coworker that was a pig, that wasn't an understatement. He looked at the spread of dirty clothes on the floor, used tissues that kept his family well on the other side of the house, and the plethora of pizza boxes that were all over the place, and he wondered if, perhaps, the pig might be a bit better off than he was.

Shaking his head, the wolf tossed his knapsack down on the floor. A few work files crinkled through the material, but he didn't really care. The only thing that really mattered at that point was the decision whether to conk out or to jerk off and then conk out. The fact that he was even debating it made the latter one less of a good idea, but considering his lack of luck lately...

Yeah, jerking it.

Robbie walked over to his bed and slumped over it, and in a well-practiced motion, had already fished his cock out before he had gotten onto his back. He groaned as he held his cock tightly, rubbing his fingers over the head for a moment before getting into the usual hard, fast strokes that would get him off quickly.

Mmmph...this was supposed to get better after high school...

Precisely two things had gotten better since high school: fewer bullies and more money. Outside of that, everything might as well have been the same, and his luck with other people had never been great. The one time that he had a date in high school, she decided to cuck him with the star jock halfway through their first date, and he still wasn't sure that she hadn't dated him just to get that guy's attention.

The wolf groaned, pulling his glasses off with his free hand as he jerked himself faster, harder. He put the thoughts of his old time in school aside. One day, one day soon, things were going to get better. He just...he just...

"Mmmph...nnngh..."

A few little whimpers and whines started escaping his muzzle, and he rolled sideways, looking for the usual tissue box that he had kept under his bed. He fumbled for it, feeling his cock on the verge of blowing already. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Um. Uh. Uh-oh...

He could feel it about to blow, and he did the only thing that he could think to do. Robbie rolled on his side and just...let it loose.

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

He humped his head as he blew his load, soaking the floor from his bed to the window on the far side of the room. It was a mess, and it stank of cum and sex, but what was he supposed to do? Just stop? Like that was an option, these days. He needed to get off more than most people needed to breathe, and the fact that he jerked off in the bathroom at work meant that he was probably more addicted to it than he should be.

The wolf yawned, and he decided that was a problem that he could address in the morning. It was time to sleep. He closed his eyes, rolling over, his pants sliding down a bit in the process.

It would turn out to be something of a mistake.

The smell of male pheromones were a draw to a great many things, but there were some creatures that were drawn by the smell of other things. Little sweet things, or little proteins. That was what drew the little blind snake to the window that night.

It wasn't technically a snake, of course. It had no jaws, had nothing that would allow it to bite or rip or swallow. In fact, it almost looked a bit more like a worm. But considering that it was a hunter, a snake was more appropriate. The solid-purple thing slid down from the window, creeping along the walls with a slimy underbelly and a stiff collection of muscles. It slithered over the desk against the wall and over the mess of clothes on the floor that were completely soaked with the stuff that it could eat.

Bit by bit, the purple snake slithered through the mess, collecting what it needed to survive. One by one, it cleaned the lines and puddles from the clothes, and it grew stronger. Strong enough to realize that there was a food source here, and it might be able to feed on that.

The snake slithered towards the source of all the emissions, finding it in a big, fuzzy thing that was lying on its side. The snake twisted its blind head this way and that, following the smell of the juices. They had come from the other side, but...but they had the taste of coming from deeper in, and there was a different hole nearer to the snake.

It slithered down, into the furred thing's outer shell. There was a warm hole just under a wagging tail, and the snake pressed its head against that. A dry heat slowed it, then the slime along its underbelly allowed it passage. Further in, further forward, until the smell that it sought was found.

There was a lump just inside, something that begged to be touched, something that smelled of the fluids that had been expelled. Yes. This was the source, but it was so small. It needed to be bigger to feed the snake. It needed to be stronger, more productive.

Well...their species had ways of doing that.

The snake slowly coiled against and around the little bump, and as it did, the slime on its underbelly began to make it swell, make it grow. Soon, it would produce an entirely different reaction...

Robbie was having a good dream. A very good dream, as a matter of fact, one that had pulled him right to the edge of a wet dream. If he had gone over that edge, his mother would have killed him for yet more laundry to do, but he enjoyed the feeling, a dream-vision of being balls-deep inside of a hot fox. Male? Female? He didn't care. He just enjoyed the feeling of being the one fucking someone else for a change rather than his hand.

He was just savoring the feeling of the dream when something jolted him. Robbie groaned in his sleep, feeling something...something crawling, rubbing against his insides. He tried to put it off, something that he was dreaming, but the dream was changing. He was sliding out of the fox, and the fox - oh, the fox was a guy now. Well, an ass was an - hey, the fox was turning him around. Pushing him down.

Now he was the one with a cock brushing against his asshole, and he could feel...something...

"Nnngh..."

A little whine, nothing like the ones that he had been letting out when he had been jerking off. No, he wasn't being loud. No, he wasn't -

And then the cock was in him. He gasped, feeling his cock jerk, throbbing, getting harder than it had been in the fox. He tried to squirm away, somehow knowing that it shouldn't feel this good, but another thrust followed, and the pleasure doubled. Then tripled. His cock throbbed harder, oozing pre-cum against his belly, hyper-productive as ever. He didn't know what to think, say, anything, but he knew that the dream was getting stronger. He could feel his cock throbbing there, and he could feel himself about to cum for real.

"Nnngh...ah...ah...mmmph..."

No, not the whimpering. Someone might hear. Someone might come and check on him, see if he was having a nightmare. No, no -

No, he was waking up. He was losing it.

Robbie desperately tried to hold onto the sex dream, to stay asleep, to keep having something, even something as humiliating as this, as a way to at least pretend that he wasn't a virgin. He was so close, so close.

But it was too late. The dream faded, but the pleasure didn't.

Robbie sat up with a gasp, arching his back as he leaned back on his hands. His cock was up and throbbing like hell, begging for attention, throbbing up and down. It wanted to be stroked, but more than that -

"MMMPH!"

He moaned so loud that he had to shove his head into a pillow as a shock of pleasure ran right from his ass up to his cock. It was like the pleasurable feelings in his dream, but turned up to an eleven. Every time that he shifted position, it felt like something was jabbing a button in him that was pushing his orgasm closer and closer.

Rolling his head to the side, he tried to ignore it, but now it was happening even when he wasn't moving. A clench, a push, a sudden, wet movement inside of his ass. He felt it rubbing over that spot again, and again, and again, and his cock helplessly spasmed against his groin as the pleasure kept getting stronger. It was like that day off he'd had when he spent all day edging, ignoring everything else that needed to get done to just savor that pleasure for that little bit longer. Except it was getting better, and better, and better.

The wolf couldn't stop moaning, and the pillow was no longer enough to stop it. His worries, his anxieties about being found, his whimpering embarrassment, all that faded, replaced by the need to cum.

The need to...to explode.

His cock was throbbing, and he was jumping against the air again and again, unable to stop himself, unable to care. More. He needed more.

Each pulse hit him harder than the last one, his cock slapping against his belly, swimming in a pool of his own pre-cum. It was getting worse by the second, stronger, the need about to come free -

And then it did...well, kind of.

As he moaned out loud, his cock jerked as if he was cumming, but nothing came free. No cum, no nothing. If it wasn't for all the pre-cum, he would have said that it was a dry orgasm. Instead, it was just a shivering, shaking, trembling, earthquake of an orgasm that didn't bring anything to the surface with it.

And even as it rumbled through him, leaving him shaking and biting his pillow to the point of making holes in it, he could feel it still rolling through him.

Whatever had caused the first one wasn't done, and the next one was going to be even bigger.

The End

Summary: A parasite slides into a wolf's ass and causes him to bitch-gasm throughout the night.

Tags: M/solo, parasite, wolf, anal, cum, orgasm, masturbation, bitch-gasm, bitchgasm, orgasm control, forced orgasm, musk, helpless,