Cream
Written for me and Diti in Oct 2020. Kinda gratuitous. :3 It's important to make sure that your cream is actually cream! Or maybe it isn't, because the alternative seems to be pretty fun. Tagged for some penguin TF and subsequent lewd times, milking and excessive cum, some loss of control, kraaa...!
Help yourself, Diti the penguin had said. Nall the pine marten was awake early, brewing some coffee and looking through the fridge for some milk. There didn't seem to be any at first, but tucked away in a drawer the dook found a full glass jar which seemed to be cream. Out it came, the top unsealed, a quick sniff and into his coffee it went.
Just a little sip, the cool creamy taste on his tongue, and Nall found himself finishing the whole cup at once. Blushing at his actions, fingers twitching, warmth across his cheeks. It was so good! The taste and the smell, beyond the coffee he couldn't place what it was, but maybe he'd have a little more of this cream. The marten added some more to his cup, which he finished at once, before eager thoughts took him back to the bottle. Couldn't help it, almost like he was watching himself crave more. Just a sip, he told himself - but once he'd started, he had to continue.
It wasn't a small jar. Nall filled his mouth, and swallowed. His feet and hands tingled, but he didn't seem to care if he could get another mouthful of deliciousness, salty and sweet. Each gulp, his feet stretched and grew flat and orange, his belly and sides turned smoother, black and white and gold. Fingers felt numb, as the marten held the jar with both hands, starting to look more like flippers and he needed both of them to keep the drink coming. Panting, needing to breathe, but he only gave himself a little rest before he was back into it. Had to finish it all, every last drop, ears pulling back and eager tongue lapping around in there as his new beak started to form. Nall the penguin hopped up, rinsed the jar with a little water and drank it all up, licking at was was left until there was nothing. Aww.
The needy haze left him, and the new penguin finally looked down and realised his change, wobbling on his little feet. "K-kraaa?"
From his beak to his plump body, tapered like a skittle, with simple flippers and capable feet, patterned very much like Diti was. Tongue dripping, with a little wet patch underneath him; oo-er, blushing, cloaca leaking a little stream too. Whatever was in that cream?
Nall felt quite full, and very satisfied. An urge was growing inside, as though the last one wasn't enough, and the penguin sat down as his slinky, tapered dick came out. Flippers toyed and played, and thoughts quickly turned lewd; wasn't he a good penguin? He'd drunk all that cream right up, so he'd have to make some more, wouldn't he? Desperately working himself, leaning back on the floor and dripping over his helpful flippers, feeling that need build and surge, eyes closed and tongue out, such a lewd penguin barely in control of himself, kraa, kraaa!
Loud penguin, as he shot a load of fresh cream over his belly and feet, dripping to the floor as well. Ohh, Nall whined, that felt so good, but it didn't feel like the end. In fact, he only felt more needy, surely he had lots of cream, he could make more than that...
Fine, the penguin rolled over and hunched over the jar, wedging a flipper in there to hump against as he whined and squeaked. Kraa! Deep, pulsing warmth; fierce squirty cream spilled inside the jar. Perfect! Nall's eyes glazed over, he'd be good to milk. Good to harvest. Wrapped up in helpless need as he got himself off again, and again, and again. The best feelings in the world. The lewd pengi didn't seem to have any back-off time, nothing was getting sore, in fact he was just getting even more worked-up as he peered at his cream, pooling, bubbling, filling it up...
And Diti appeared at the door to the kitchen. It took him a little while to really appreciate what was going on, with a penguin who looked a lot like Nall helplessly pleasuring himself into a jar that looked suspiciously familiar, like, like-
"Nall? Hey, um, what- what happened? No, maybe I can guess..."
"Ditiii," grinned the happy penguin, looking up. "I like your cream. I... huff, rrrf," he began, stopped by yet another urge he couldn't fight to just keep on going. So full, like he just had to tap his load. Loudly squealing as he finished once again, kraa! Kraaa!
Diti couldn't hide his blush. Is this how he looked when he was making cream? The penguin hadn't expected such effects on his marten friend, but the results were pretty impressive. It was hard to stop a little lick of his beak as the other penguin spilled a fresh shot of cream, seeming to be without end, and yet the jar was still a long way from being full.
"I hope my cream is as good," panted the ex-marten, as euphoria pushed him towards preparing another load.
"Well... I'll have a taste and tell you," suggested Diti, walking on over. "Just sit back, and-"
Nall seemed very up for instructions, spreading his legs and sitting back to give the other penguin a view of his cloaca and slippy shaft. Flippers sat on Diti's shoulders, encouraging him in closer, for a drink right from the source. Muffled, but warm in his beak; the penguin bobbed and mrrled and licked it clean, before another little spritz of light cream made things sticky again.
Penguin cream was the best, whichever of them it came from. Once he'd had a little taste, Diti was stuck, just as eager to coax out his treat as Nall was to give it to him. Flippers teased in and around the wet cloaca, as his beak moved up and down. It seemed that the newer penguin's body knew that someone wanted a drink, as the release took much longer than when Nall had been refilling the jar. Just seemed to be stuck, more and more pressure, lost in sensation of dick against beak, rubbing, shivering, so close, so much, kraaaa...
When it came, it was a torrent; such a thick load of fresh cream that Diti had trouble swallowing fast enough. Each gulp, there was more. Nall could have filled half a jar with the amount he stuffed into the penguin, so wound up and needy, thinking he must be spent but suspecting he wasn't going to be finished until the jar was full again, because he was a good penguin and that's what good penguins did.
Diti had to get in some breaths, letting Nall's cock go - but the other penguin wasn't done, shuffling up and sliding their dicks together, before wiggling his length deep into the cloaca to spill yet more cream into the full pengi. So much cream, all for him! The familiar warmth slipped over Diti's body, from beak to feet; the warmth of being a happily milked penguin, a good penguin who loved making cream. Two of them! And most of a jar that needed filling... well, they couldn't have that, could they?
Diti was a little bigger, so as Nall moved over to start filling the jar again, he moved around him as the big spoon and slid his creamy dick up against the other penguin length. Two in there was perfect, nicely wedged and pleasured against the jar and each other. Flippers hugged, penguins played, sometimes they came alternatively and sometimes both at once, loud and satisfied; kraaa!
It was so easy and so lovely to lose track of time, the only thing that mattered was getting their jar right back to the top with delicious penguin cream...
Sleepy. Diti woke up first, untangling from Nall's flippers as the penguin stood up, looking out of the window. Darkness? What time was it? The clock said 4am... wow, that had been a day.
The needy haze had left him, and presumably Nall too, though they were both still penguins. The jar stood there, full up again with the top wedged on, though Diti didn't remember doing that. Well, the magical cream jar was full again, and it'd wait there for another day when he felt like a bit of excitement.
Diti opened the fridge to put away the jar, and suddenly looked very confused - as the whole fridge was filled with jars of cream. Uhh. Never mind the time, what day was it?...
-fin