A night to remember pt5
#5 of A night to remember
The last of a lovely RP series with the wonderful, Cerine.
In the Flexible Survival world.
The movement within Jeni causes her to pause again, looking back at her body. The bump of Erin was almost lost now, her body had grown, adapted to carry the girl within her. Not for the first time that afternoon the wyvern girl wondered if she would be able to lay... give birth to Erin, the fox inside her wriggling slightly again, a reminder to the reptiloid that she needs to find somewhere safe, somewhere for the coming night.
Wriggling is all Erin can really do, the poor vixen utterly confused as to where she is now as she occasionally tries to feel about and adjust herself before settling down inside her friend, feeling strangely warm and safe despite it all.
Having found a small warehouse and, as careful as she can, squeezing through the doors, Genevieve looks around, the darkness inside causing an odd heat to build within her, a warmth she wouldn't be able to describe even if she had her voice. Full of textiles, the wyvern takes no time at all to fashion a nest from the rolls of fabrics, curling her now huge form, easily thirty feet in length, down into it for the night, warmth and heat starting to flow from belly, where Erin is sequestered.
Erin, by this point, had likely curled herself up as tightly as she could, a little fluffy bundle to try and sleep, at least until there's the odd sensation of her entire world tipping about once her friend lays down, the vixen shaking her head and struggling to try and cry out to her friend as in the darkness, all she feels are the sensation of the things inside her continuing to use her as they see fit.
The sensation of movement distracts the reptilian girl from her arousal, one wing curling down to rub over the bump in her body where Erin is. All at once, Jeni begins to feel them, the worms, waking and becoming active in the dark, they are now far too small to have any effect on the big girl, but they do find something smaller, something much more their size, deep within her, hiding in the dark, in their dark.
The vixen squeaks in surprise, trying to cry out as she feels something brushing against her body, snapping and brushing at them with her limbs to try and clear anything away, though the scent of her own arousal likely guides them all right in.
Jeni can do nothing but purr in a deep bass voice, as the moving vixen within her stimulates her body, making her coiled tail twitch and writhe around.
Within, though, Erin would feel those worms, seeking out her body, trapped in the dark, and claiming it as their home. Burrowing into the girl, filling her breeding passage and rear slowly, their forms expanding as they work in, the worms do not waste time taking to their new host, pumping and pulsing, bloating up and squirming within.
She trembles and groans at the feeling of each worm burrowing into her sex and rear, feeling them stretching her out as they wiggle in, and the poor girl realizes that she can't force them out as they steadily puff out, leaving her kicking her short limbs and flicking her tail as she can't reach between her legs at all.
Their host already immobilized, the worms waste no time pumping their young into the vixen, making her swell, slowly, as they prepare her for the night ahead. Knowing the girl to be weak and welcoming, one thin worm, writhing around her body, finds what it thinks could be it's new home, the worm pressing against Erin's breast, the nipple it's focus point as slowly it begins to get the tapered part of it's head into her.
Erin shakes her head and gasps, leaning in to try and snap at the worm, or at her breast as she feels quite an odd sensation against the nipple, like something's trying to wiggle into it.
As soon as the girl opens her muzzle, however, another of the big, fat worms burrows in, forcing her jaws apart uselessly, wriggling and leaking a glowing substance down into her belly, an aphrodisiac, normally needed to paralyze the target with lust, but right now, it's not needed, Erin is well secured. That worm at her nipple slowly, with much effort, begins to find purchase, pushing into the girl, it's body wriggling and writhing as it seeks out what it thinks is another breeding passage. Similarly possessed, another of the worms finds her other breast, it is a little larger, and takes more time to begin it's own penetration of her nipple.
Erin still struggles to bite down on the one wiggling into her muzzle, rocking and kicking with her stumps to try and move herself about, her muscles clenching as she tries to resist the things slowly inching into her, every drop of the glowing substance entering her body eroding at her resistance and focus.
The vixen's belly starts to swell up, burgeoning with a new generation of the worms, making the little bump in Jeni's coils quite noticeable. It's not until the worms in her breasts, sure they each have the girl's breeding passage, begin to unload their larva into her mammaries, that it would start to feel quite odd to the girl, the wriggling, constantly pulsing, bloated mass in her muzzle keeping her unable to resist at all as slowly, her breasts start to swell, similarly endowed with larva, growing with new life.
The feeling of her body slowly starting to swell, even her breasts puffing out leaves the girl trying to arch herself and writhe, though whether it's in struggle or pleasure is hard to tell at this point, the vixen trying to reach with her stumps to rub at her breasts while she does her best to try and call around the worm in her muzzle, trying to alert her friend that something might be wrong.
Jeni, meanwhile, had managed to drift off, her mind filled with images of sex, of huge males coming and worshiping her, breeding her, giving her a lovely big clutch of eggs. The wriggling, swelling vixen inside her does nothing to dissuade her mind from this fantasy. But the girl's body, stimulated as it is, will not reach it's peak, even as the first batch of wriggling, slimy worms begin to pour from her depths.
The damn bursts for Erin, the worms growing in her begin to pour out of her body, filling up the chamber she is in. Not all leave her, however, some burrow back in, finding her passages quite welcoming and, due to the complete lack of light, starting the process all over again.
Erin barely gets time to realise what's happening, panting in relief as she feels the creatures leaving her, swarming around her and some burrowing right back into her passages which haven't even had enough time to close properly as it all starts again, the vixen now not even sure she can speak thanks to the constant flow of glowing aphrodisiacs down her throat while she feels her form slowly starting to fill up once more.
The movement, the rubbing inside her, builds at Jeni's pleasure, making it soar and rise, like her dreams of mating with a big male. Her body clenching in bliss, she is on the very edge of climaxing when the worms leak from Erin, letting the girl still within. Giving a soft whimper in her sleep, the wyvern girl's coils twist, her orgasm denied as the source of her body's pleasure departs, leaving her mewling and snarling softly.
Just as Jeni is feeling her need shattered, the worms start working on Erin once more, finding the vixen's holes all well ready and stretched, encouraging them to bloat out even more, to deliver their larva deep into her womb, her breasts and also now, into her rear.
The feel of them starting to wiggle into her rear now makes her start struggling all the move, the poor pleasure stricken vixen rubbing against Jeni's body with her struggles to try and find a way to escape this, though unfortunately for her it doesn't take too long until her form is full enough and bulging to the point where she can't move herself under her own power. And the only thing the wyvern would feel would be the faint sensations of the vixen's stumps and tail rubbing her passage.
Writhing around in her sleep now, again and again built up and denied, Jeni is not just repressed but now livid. Her dreams turning to dozens of males, again, all mounting and taking their pleasure, but none able to bring her.
Again and again, emptied and filled, the worms are soon to discover that Erin needs no air, no food. Pumping their larva now into every hole they can find, the vixen finds her belly, her womb, her bowels and her breasts writhing with the things, constantly stimulated by them until they flush from her, returning to start the process all over again.
Again and again the poor girl is filled and emptied, bred and used by the worms repeatedly, each time her resistance eroding that little bit more until the poor girl can't even try and focus or remember where she is, just knowing that any movement she makes will cause her full body to tingle and the things inside her to squirm pleasantly.
The wyvern's eyes open, daylight streaming into her nest. A growl of anger comes from her throat as she stands, stretching her huge wings wide. Two things are certain. The last thing her conscious mind managed to do, being pushed out, subsumed by the growing instincts, was imprint on her new nature how important the vixen, her baby, is to her. The other is her rage, rage at never finding her release, never finding a male that can satisfy her and her rage at what the world is doing to her Erin.
Erin is well and truly teased and dazed, every thought now on the creatures inside her as the ones surrounding her press her against the walls of Jeni's womb, slowly starting to secure the vixen with a glowing residue, making the permanently heat-stricken girl's movements tug and rub against the wyvern a little more, keeping her horny but never quite getting the right place for her to get the release she so desperately needs.
Walking and slithering out into the sun, the huge beast spreads it's wings, tail coiled, and with a huge push, launches into the air, intent on stalking down and finding either food to fill it's belly or a male that could possibly fill her other need, the need constantly stoked by those worms, and her love within her.