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36. Criticalshot1239 - Corruption

Zath squirmed desperately, paws clamped high over his own head and legs hoisted up and out to the sides, suspended there in the middle of the air. Some six feet down beneath him burned the summoning sigil he had used for the ritual, the success of which still hadn't quite registered in his head. Or - it had. He knew that it worked, and knew that the results had already manifested. But even so, part of him still couldn't believe it despite the overwhelming evidence.

Hot, smoky steam curled down into one of the snow leopard's ears, making it twitch and flick incessantly. It felt like he heard the voice almost before the thing started speaking, or that he more felt it than heard it, inside his head rather than there at his ear:

"Should have practiced first. Reap what you sow, right?"

He wriggled again, in the process pressing himself back against the rippled, muscular chest at his back, oiled leather skin searing at his fur wherever it touched, natural sweaty dampness seeming to reach out and clutch at him, trying to draw him back in towards the beast, as though extended physical contact would cause him to meld together with it. Perhaps that was the case: his wrists, his spread thighs, his chest, all simmered with the sensation where it held him.

One arm held the novice summoner's paws over his head in the air; another arm wrapped around his chest, squeezing him back each time he tried to free himself; a third and fourth rested underneath his legs, large fingers gripping like cast iron into soft flesh, keeping his thighs spread apart; and then a fifth had cupped around the back of his shaft with its fingers curling up beneath his balls, the summoned demon's touch at once terrifying, invigorating, infuriating, enrapturing. The breath on his cheek like a blast of heat from an open fire; the wet, sticky cling of greasy sweat on his back and against his chest; the powerful touch squeezing around the base of his most sensitive parts... Zath felt humiliated that he was so, so hard.

"You desire what I have to offer," the demon went on, voice rattling around inside his head like a stone thrown into a pond. "Spiritually as well as... physically. Carnally."

And it thrust its hips forward and up - and that rich, wet heat swelled underneath the suspended snow leopard's tail, the beast's similarly hard arousal nudging up into place, threatening to split his relatively tight tailhole around it. Hot, searing pre oozed out against the center of his pucker, burning like grease straight from a cooking pan... and then smoothly melding into an intoxicating, tingling sweetness, tickling at his sensitive skin and nerves, making him reflexively wriggle his rear side to side to try to work himself down onto it. Zath licked his lips and swallowed; he hadn't even noticed the other hand, however many that made, reaching up to cup his chin, but now felt the embrace of a similarly searing hot, swamp-slimy forked tongue dragging up his cheek from the other side, mussing and matting the fur where it went. Breath like the steam puffing from a brimstone vent cradled his whiskers.

"Don't you?"

"I-" He swallowed, squirmed again, and this time found himself grinding down onto the demon's frighteningly impressive shaft. Zath was allowed to tilt his head forward and down to look: it was as wide around as his upper thighs where the demon held him, the skin glistening with natural grease, laced with thick, pulsing veins, textured with bumps and nubs and ridges. "I don't..."

"To lie is to sin."

The demon nudged upwards again, the huge curve of his cock pressing up against the snow leopard's tailhole. Zath gasped, clenched, shivered, and throbbed with enough pleasurable force to double him forward, head swinging; hungry drool dribbled from his mouth, draping across his inner thigh and the base of his own twitching shaft. Glistening pre had gathered at his tip.

"You summoned me. Reap what you sow. You thought you could bind me, but you could not. Reap what you sow. I cannot return from this summoning emptyhanded, so I shall take you with me..."

Up the demon's hips pressed, pushing against him, making him shiver and gasp and cry out with growing discomfort - until he felt the rim of his tailhole start to part open around it, welcoming in that sticky, slimy pre, smearing it across his inner walls as it pressed deeper. Flashes of pain mixed with pleasure; urgency; desire; need. It was a wonder that the demon could fit himself at all inside of Zath, but the snow leopard was already beyond that wondering. He felt the pressure pushing out at the interior of his pelvis, stretching the walls of his bowels around it, tugging at the muscle of his rim, and he wanted more. Like someone had shoved their arm up inside of him, like they were rooting around in his insides and piloting his body like a puppet.

He arched his back, dropped his jaw in a shivering sigh, wrenched his eyes shut, and then opened them again as a pair of thick fingers pressed their way into his maw. They tasted of salt and sulfur and something else, the same general miasma hovering about this demon and gradually dominating his senses. The snow leopard wriggled atop his captor, every nerve in his body aflame, hard cock bouncing, slapping against his belly, squirting off ropes of sticky warmth -

-am I cumming already? Did I just finish? It all feels - so good, I don't... don't want to stop, I...

Dazed, he looked down again to see the truth of his thought, as well as sleek, sticky darkness beginning to spread its way over his fur like an oil spill. Confused, feeling as though he were watching his own body from miles away, Zath turned his head to the side, swallowed around the demon's fingers, squirmed and squeezed and clenched again as the leg-sized shaft pushing deeper into his bowels forced him through another orgasm barely before the first had finished, and then realized: that's the same color and texture as its skin...

"You called me forth," it went on inside his head, "and I shall bring you back with me. Reap what you sow."

37. Jesam - Eggs/oviposition

The fox gasped and shivered yet again, every muscle in their body at once stretching, tightening, and then spreading back out, tension juddering against pressure and need, building towards a relief that never quite came. They licked their lips, swallowed, reached up to brush their slightly sweat-damp hair out of their eyes again, and then returned their paws to the table, fists clenched.

Why here? they thought, trying to keep their tail from swishing around and stirring the back of their skirt too much. Normally this was far outside their comfortable dress routine, but the vulpine had fully expected this event to finally come through today; just not while they were out at the mall doing their weekend shopping, specifically sitting in the food court for a snack break. Why now? I thought I could have least made it out to the car, or to the bathroom, but-

Tantalizing, mocking, the sign for the bathrooms stood within view of where Jesam sat and squirmed, their back arched and claws digging into their palms. The first shivers and shocks of the coming need had actually woken them up in the morning, and there they had squatted over a towel across the bathroom floor shivering and shuddering, straining and pushing, trying to push the egg free from where it had lingered inside of them for the past week or so, firm and solid, warm, heavy. It was there but it refused to come, instead just showing itself through the stretched, gaping flesh of the fox's sex between their legs, succulent pink flesh pulling aside to show the smooth, gently dimpled surface of the huge thing inside of them; they had poked and prodded at the egg, trying to worm their fingers in beside it to scoot it out without cracking it, trying to get any kind of handhold to coax it free, but to no avail. If only it had come then - but now they felt it pushing their thighs apart, natural oozing juices of reflexive arousal and bodily lubrication pooling in the divot of the plastic seat underneath them.

Having something so large, so solid, so warm so close inside of them had kept their nerves tingling throughout the morning, to the point where driving up here had been torture between the vibration of the vehicle and the bumps in the road. Upon arriving Jesam had had to pause in the parking lot to catch their breath, one paw hovering beneath their skirt where they had willingly forgone wearing underwear. The sticky, damp heat steaming from between their legs kept them on the edge right there, and for a few minutes they had even strained in the car there, one paw gripping the door handle and the other the armrest to lift themselves up, pushing, trying to squeeze the thing free, but resulting only in spraying more sticky slickness out across the seat and base of the wheel.

Now the fox shuddered and lifted up on their seat a little bit further, extremely aware of the thick crowd pulsing all around them... and felt the distinct, solid presence of the base of the egg protruding out from inside of them, curling the flesh around it back, stretching far more than they would have thought possible or comfortable. There was the strain, the pull, the slight discomfort, but wrapping everything together was the pleasure and instinctive sensation of impending relief; right there in the middle of the mall food court, head filled with the constant roaring din of so many conversations and footsteps all around, Jesam clenched their fists again and gave yet another push.

This time they felt themselves actually lifted up off of the egg, muscles trying to squeeze it down against the presence of the seat underneath, pushing right back against them. Jesam swallowed, gritted their teeth, spread their footpaws along the tile floor, felt a little bit of the puddle of bodily juices dribbling down the chair leg, and continued pushing. The pressure seared along from inside of them, pushing out against their sensitive inner walls, stretching at soft, supple lips; they swallowed, failed to suppress a grunt and gasp, faltered, and let all of that pressure go out of them again. Blood rushed back into their head; a vein on their neck thumped back into place, their tail lashed and lifted the back of their skirt, their ears flicked, another bead of sweat dribbled down along the side of their muzzle.

Once more their gaze flicked up to the bathroom sign. Jesam paused, licked their lips, tried to sink back down into their seat, and then with a startled lurch realized that they simply couldn't: the egg had wedged itself too far out of them for the fox to slurp it back inside of themselves, but neither could they easily squeeze it the rest of the way out. They were simply trapped here with this roughly head-sized thing between their thighs, grating at all of their nerves, sliding along muscles already exhausted from the previous week, slipping over skin pushed to hypersensitivity from its constant presence.

The pressure never retreated. In fact, the longer Jesam sat here halfway on top of it the more it grew, until they felt their entire abdomen simmering with the need to squeeze it out. The world spun around them as though they were about to faint; they barked out another grunt, ears flicking back, felt the spittle fly from their lips, pushed, pushed, _pushed_as they lifted themselves up -

-and nearly kicked the chair underneath them as that immense, hot pressure suddenly sucked free from them, almost comically squirting the fox up another half-foot from where they sat with a choked yelp popping from their parted jaws. Stars flashed before their vision; dizzy, dazed, breathless, they half-stood, half-crouched there at their table, shoulders heaving in unsteady breathing, sweat and drool dripping from their still opened lips. Now that it was out of them, sweet pleasure and delicious relief washed through their loins in pounding waves, pulsing alongside the elevated beat of their heart; they shivered all over, felt their legs trembling, straightened up a little bit further, moved to look down at the egg underneath them... and only then noticed that the noise of the mall had dropped to a rumbling whisper.

Panting, shivering, still feeling wet warmth dripping from between their thighs, Jesam looked around - and saw countless more pairs of eyes looking back at them as well as down in the seat of their chair.

38. MonadicHyena - Goo/Slime

Raul grinned and folded the thick, sticky strands back and forth over his paws, the foggy liquid strung through with tight, dense bubbles stretching and shifting like some kind of watery taffy. Like a liquid it flowed and spread across his fur; like a gel it jiggled and bounced when struck; like a solid he could grasp it between his fingers and squeeze until it broke, he could tug at both ends of it as though it were a rope of fabric instead of slime, he could toss it up into the air and then catch it in his paws or across his muzzle, his chest, his waiting maw, his twitching hard cock.

Above him Myx returned the grin, the expression more than a little disconcerting plastered across the hagfish-naga's fleshy face. A sharp tongue flicked out across his maw, breaking the rope of saliva where it hung out from his lips; he took a moment to catch his breath and swallow, watching the coyote kneeling on the floor before him enjoy his product.

"I might need to take a break here in a moment," the naga purred. From down here Raul watched him roll his tongue back and forth within his mouth, welling up more saliva, working his jaw forward and back, pausing to gargle something up from the back of his throat. Myx's drool began as loose and free and Raul's; it took a simple addition of an enzyme that caused it to seize into this rubbery, glue-like slime, and throughout each of their meetings Myx had discovered a new spot on his body that contained the glands capable of producing this enzyme. "Go get something to drink. It's a lot worse if _I_end up dehydrated, you know."

"Yeah, yeah. I know how this one goes." Raul shivered with the sensation of the thick, almost chunky sludge dribbling from his shoulders. He leaned back, smushed it against his chest, watched the way that it spread out and broke apart into foggy, discolored bits, then smeared it down. Again it pasted across his fur and caused his pelt to mat down against itself; after the_last_ time he and Myx had spent some time together, for a week Raul had worried that his sheath would never be able to fully open again for how the hagfish's slime had basically glued it together. Remembering the experience and the aftermath, the coyote shivered again, scooped another handful of the stuff into his palm, and then reached down to deliberately smear it across his shaft, the lip of his sheath, his sack already resting in a stacked puddle. "But you're not done yet. You've got at least - what... three other orifices you could empty? Five?"

The hagfish scoffed, his great, fleshy coils squeezing a little tighter around his willing prey. Myx straightened up, the powerful muscles along his bodily length tensing and twisting to allow him to do so. As he leaned in, Raul leaned back, resting his arms over the similarly slime-coated lower coils of his body; Myx came in over him, the approximate section of his body that could be called his abdomen pushing forward with twin erections sprouting from his spread genital slit, rich warm pink flesh in between glistening with a slightly thicker, muskier sludge all its own.

"Don't you worry," Myx went on, "we'll get to that. I'm not worried about you dehydrating."

"Uh huh." Now propped up on the hagfish's coils, Raul could slowly stroke at himself with one paw and reach forward to grasp one of Myx's cocks with the other. "Speaking of. I'm drying up a bit, here."

"I can see that. Where do you want it?"

Slowly he pumped at both of them, fingerpads slick, sticky, greasy with slime, the stuff itself thick with the heady stink of stale saliva. It tickled at his nose, pushed at the back of his throat, kept his stomach roiling - and his arousal simmering: each time he throbbed he felt the sticky lips of his sheath tug against his shaft and then peel free. Raul glanced up towards Myx's oddly shaped face, watching the way his cheeks swelled this way and that as he continued to well up more and more saliva, throat pulsing, tightening, tensing, relaxing. For now that was still all just spit: engaging the glands to release the enzyme was actually a deliberate process. Or at least mostly deliberate, Raul thought, like going to take a piss...

Which gave him an idea. Tail wagging against the naga's body, Raul grinned again, swallowed to clear his throat, and then tilted his head up and back, jaw coming open. He flopped his tongue out, held it there, waited, and still jumped when one of Myx's four hands came in to grasp his lower jaw, thumb folding into the hinge to keep it open.

When the hagfish spoke next he did so out of only one side of his mouth: "Alright. Here we go. Tap twice if you need to come up for air..."

...and again Raul jumped, this time with the sudden _splop_of thick, sticky wetness splattering across his tongue and open muzzle. His body reflexively lurched forward but still he kept his mouth open, letting the stuff plop down into his maw and fill his mouth, lukewarm, slimy, still chunky; it caused his hackles to tickle upwards and made his shoulders bunch up, but still he pushed himself through swallowing some of it down before he opened his eyes.

Directly above him Myx had bent over, lips curled back, jaws held just barely open, just letting the foul substance dribble free from his mouth instead of forcefully dumping it. Raul turned his head to one side and then the other, deliberately letting it slop over his cheeks and shoulders, the hefty heat of it rolling down his body as he did so; he pursed his lips together around Myx's thumb still in place at the corner of his mouth, swirled his tongue around, bounced and jiggled the caught slime like a chunk of gristle from the edge of a steak cooked rare.

After a moment Myx drew back, clamping his jaws down to pinch off the semi-solid rope of saliva-turned-slime; it swung forward and smacked across Raul's chin and chest, and as soon as he felt it there the coyote reached with both paws and took hold of it in fingers already coated with the substance. It was solid enough that he could actually grasp it, and as he tugged he felt the thick, wadded ropes reaching down his esophagus and into his belly, pulling up through valves and walls of muscle, an odd, deep, distant feeling. He pulled, and pulled, and pulled; his body reacted with a lurch and a heave and he halfway-swallowed the rope again, then yanked it right back up out of his guts.

When it flung free he heaved again, and actually doubled forward with the sensation. Some of the enzyme had begun to mix with his own saliva and bile, causing sticky, foggy sludge to dribble from his lips. He coughed once more and then swallowed, then had to do so a second and third time - and palpably felt the remnant globs drop into his stomach. Myx's hand caressed the back of his head and tilted his muzzle up.

"All good?"

Raul wiped at his mouth, saw the globules there, and before he could think twice about it leaned in to suck them back down. His entire body shivered.

"Yeah," he panted, and reached down to give himself a few more strokes. "That all you got?"

39. Pioneer-Mephitis - Eggs/oviposition

Pioneer squirmed in the much larger male's lap, sweat beading out through the fur of the feral skunk's forehead, jaw aching from being clenched so hard and so long, entire body tight with the tension of his current task. One big coyote paw hooked underneath both of his forelegs, holding the small animal's back against the lupine's belly, fingers wrapping around towards his back, while the other prodded and massaged at his distended, swollen belly.

Or, rather, at the rounded presence inside of the skunk's body that shaped the flesh of his belly around it. Warm, firm, and so, so heavy, it had grown in place inside of him for what felt like months, though he knew it to be only days; the pressure it exerted against his guts from inside had grown alongside it, until he literally could not move without his extra-full belly dragging across the floor, the fur in that spot rubbing off with the constant strain. His daily "necessaries", as they called it in that historical TV show the coyote had been watching, had become irregular and unpredictable as well, everything Pioneer ate and drank being shoved and squirted around the thing's presence in small bursts, and all of his nerves pinched off to near-numbness.

But not here, though. Soft fingers massaged at his belly and the peak of the relatively massive egg inside of him, coaxing it further down towards interior muscles already strained to the point of exhaustion, trying to press it out of him... and Pioneer felt every millimeter of extra circumference almost literally pulling him apart, the firm shell streaked and smeared in mucus and his body's natural wetness.

"There you go, there you go..." Raul murmured in the skunk's ear, breath trickling warm and gentle down over his shoulders. Pioneer swallowed, squirmed again, and tried his best to push. Overextended muscles refused to cooperate, though, but at this point he knew he had gone too far to try to pull it back inside of himself. "Slowly, now. You've come this far; you can make it the rest of the way. Almost at the hardest part."

The skunk tossed his head to his other shoulder and let out a breath, only to pull in another which didn't quite satisfy. The egg inside of him squeezed up along the undersides of his lungs as well, preventing him from drawing as deeply as he wanted - and when he did now, all he could smell was the stench of himself, and of something that had been lodged within his middle bowels for days.

"Okay." Raul shifted both paws down to Pioneer's midsection. "We're gonna push on three. Got it?"

The skunk swallowed, wriggled, tried to push again, then did his best at relaxing.

"Pioneer. Let me hear you say okay."

"Okay! Okay..."

"On three?"

"On - on three..."

"One, two..."

He pushed. Pushed until he thought his head would pop from the pressure, until he thought his lower jaw would snap upwards. Pressure sharpened into intense, burgeoning urgency; for a split second he felt like a balloon inflated to the instant before it bursts, seams straining, pulling, tearing - and then with a bright, searing flash all of that pressure suddenly spurted out of him, with no shortage of wet, sloppy sucking and the slurping of internal flesh and walls of meat for a sudden moment made external.

Relief like Pioneer had never felt before thrummed through him, along with a rhythmic, pulsing ache. Dazed, dizzy, breathless, his head lolled forward and he saw there still rolling across the carpet, and leaving a distinct stain in the fabric where it went, the slimy, sludgy egg about as large as both of this coyote's fists pressed together. For a moment he just couldn't believe it - and then he tried to clench, tried to squeeze his hyperextended muscles and gaping tailhole shut, heard the rippling squelch of his open cavity, and trembled under another wave of dizziness.

"There you go!" cooed the lupine above him, leaning down to ruffle his nose within Pioneer's headfur. Warm breath puffed down across him; Raul smelled of clary sage and cinnamon today, the scents he chose for his shampoo and cologne, respectively. "Good job. Good job. I bet that feels wonderful, doesn't it, li'l guy?" Gentle fingers continued rubbing in at Pioneer's suddenly, rapturously empty belly, stimulating nerves that had been suppressed underneath the egg for so long now tingling and sparking back to life. He felt as though he had swallowed an entire bottle of soda in one gulp. "All okay now? We can go get this - and you - cleaned up, and then-"

Another wave of something pulsed through the small mustelid's body, specifically in the sections of his bowels that had previously been backed up behind the massive egg, locked away to stew and ferment inside of himself. Great flowing bubbles pumped through him, boiling and roiling; his fore- and hindlegs all wriggled and he gasped, and before he could stop himself he felt his stretched tailhole smack easily open again around the reflexive movements of his body.

Where the egg had been a massive, decidedly _solid_weight pressed out from inside of him, what Pioneer felt squirt out of him and across Raul's lap, legs folded underneath him, was instead much more liquid. He jumped with the sudden heat, squirmed, and whimpered in his throat, trying his best to clamp down on the unintentional flow.

"Sorry! Sorry, sorry, it's - I just - sorry, I..."

A gentle sigh wafted down across him again. Raul's fingers spread down across Pioneer's belly, pushing through the soft fur there, then to the skunk's surprise and embarrassment down even further past his pert sheath, across his tight sack, and then down to his stretched tailhole, where not one, not two, but all four fingers plunged easily into wet inner flesh and spread him from inside.

"Go ahead," the coyote rumbled, pushing his fingers in slightly deeper, careful not to press too hard. "We've already gotten you started; might as well finish up, right? You've done so much for so long, and you deserve to relax. Come on..." The other paw came back down to Pioneer's belly, pressing down from above, making his hindlegs kick and his guts clench - "Show me what you've got..."

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