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Squalor: *The floorboard's creaked as a corgi padded in. His clothes were slightly ragged, slightly tattered and worn from extended wear. A sword swung at his side as he clambered over to your desk. With a paw on the table to get your attention, he smiled politely when you looked up.* "Hi, I'm just passing through town and in need of a rest. Is there an open room in your inn that I can rent?"

Aro: *I look up to you as your paw lands on the desk, looking over your worn gear in a glance before meeting eye contact as I bring up a ledger* There is an open room, in fact. There was a client that had booked a room but he fled in a hurry, so I could let you use his lodgings even, so that the paid time isn't wasted...

Squalor: *The corgi's face brightens near instantly. His paw grasps at your paw and shakes it ecstatically, glowing with gratitude. "Thank you very much!" he spouts before calming down, his handshake growing calm and cordial. "Oh! Where are my manners? My name is Squalor, nice to meet you~" he happily states. "And who is the generous dragon standing before me, if I may ask?"

Aro: *I give a slight smile in return to your gesture, a slight blush along my cheeks from the desires beneath the surface while I close the ledger after editing the name. I return the handshake as it settles down, growing slightly nervous from the contact but trying to keep it under wraps* Just call me Aro, let me show you to the room.

Squalor: *The corgi obliges, a spring in his step while he follows you close behind. The candlelit halls flickered dimly while he trails you, most if not all the other guests at the inn asleep. Finally reaching a door, he watches you unlock it and quickly follows you inside, leaving his coat to hang on the door's coat holder. He thanks you once more with a nod of his head and goes to unpack his belongings next to the bed, discarding his clothes to switch into pajamas. He listens to your footsteps approach the door, and then the sound of the door shutting and tumblers clicking convince him he's alone. He pulls the raggedy t-shirt up and over his shoulders, revealing the soft, voluminous fur hidden away while he tosses the worn article of clothing aside. His paws drop to his pants, undoing the button and the zipper before he gingerly slides the pair off his hips. The fabric drags slowly, his snug, surprisingly white brief exposing itself until he kicks the pants off his ankles and to the side. All the while, the corgi inadvertently gives you a striptease, him unaware that you'd actually closed and locked the door from the inside of the room, watching him undress.

Aro: *The paw you shook downstairs wriggles below the surface as you begin to strip for me as well, trying to keep my body from convulsing and taking you in interest for how long it'll take for you to notice. My silent breaths slowly deepen and become hotter as my form continues to struggle on itself, my gaze needful and burning with lust as I took a quiet step forward, avoiding the creaking boards. My tail lashes behind me as the struggle to keep my form intensifies, the muscular appendage beginning to drag on the ground with gaining mass.*

Squalor: *Squalor leans down to his bag on the floor, opening it up to retrieve his nightwear when he sees a pair of thick, muscular legs behind him. Panicked he turns around to see none other than the kind man who let him stay the night for free. "A-Aro! I didn't notice you hadn't left!" he stutters, trying to cover his groin with his paws, blushing furiously. The heavily embarrassed corgi backpedals slowly before tripping over himself onto the bed and leaving his crotch, although protected by his underwear vulnerable when he catches himself with his hands.

Aro: *I remain silent, composing my body enough to lean in over you with a heated, wanting blush across my muzzle as I climb onto the bed over you in a gentle but firm pin, my arms flexing as they grab over your biceps to suppress the tentacles within for the moment as I keep my composure before you. I lick along your neck and chest slowly, my tongue coated in slime from my inner self trying to break free, my nose pressed into your shoulder and then your armpit as I savor your scent, my slowly expanding muscle along my powerful legs making the seams groan and rip little by little. I maneuver my legs to the inside of yours before spreading my stance, forcing your legs to rest on both sides of my hips as I slowly begin to dry hump into you, an unnatural strength coursing through my body as my grip along your arms strengthen*

Squalor: *Verbally stumbles over and over, trying to form a coherent sentence asking what exactly you're doing until you pin him down by the arms and begin tonguing slowly over his fur. He squirms and wriggles under your grip as his erogenous zones are assaulted, wincing with every lap to his neck, chest, and armpit. He submissively spreads his legs to either side of your pelvis while you being grinding on his trapped sheath, eliciting moans and causing blood to rush to down his member. The repeated bucks get to him, his body unable to resist the stimulation and a part of the corgi extremely aroused by his predicament with his throbbing shaft soon leaking pre onto his underwear. The length pokes at your somewhat on every hump, the dark spot of pre growing continuously while you pump away. The corgi has nothing to say, only making quiet moans while he still lays dumbfounded by the situation.

Aro: *My previously gentle demeanor slowly fades as I begin to get you aroused, my grip over your arms firm, almost enough to leave prints as the tentacles soon begin to win the fight in my mind, the forearms in your view warping and wriggling wildly under the skin as I begin humping more aggressively. My pants rip and burst at the seams as my legs become thicker with rippling muscle, my legs almost like a feral beast's and like my forearms, squirm with tendrils below the surface visibly as my huge, plump slit is exposed, my balls hanging below me almost to my knees. My breaths turn into growls as the rut I've been in throughout the day begins to trek toward being satiated, slime dripping from my maw and my entire body slowly becoming slick with a translucent layer of goo.*

Squalor: *Squalor feels his skin get hot under his fur, his arousal spiking as he watched you suddenly transform into more of a hulking monster than a kind dragon. He cries out a little bit at the roughness of your paws on his arms but he focuses more intently on your cockslit that becomes exposed to his view when your pants fall apart. His pants get faster, heavier, as he eyes the dripping slit with curiosity. Against all reason he wraps his legs around your back, as if there was something in the air. Pheromones! Lust was clouding his head while you pumped the air of lust from your male sex, the musk heavily affecting him through his sensitive nose. The corgi was scared of what would happen to him with a strange gooey monster pinning him down under itself, and yet he couldn't even try to struggle. The pheromones drugging him were too strong to let him fight back, but his mind was clear to be terrified. While he physically encouraged your actions, his mouth and his head both tried to get you off of him. "What... whatever you're going to... do... to me, p-please leave me be... I can pay you! I-If it's about the hotel room fee I can grab some money for you!" he pleaded while he arched his back up, his underwear tenting. "W-What exactly do you want from me!?"

Aro: *The tentacles sink further into dominance, my body finally giving in and beginning to convulse over you, my shoulders shrugging and jerking from side to side as my body violently shifts over you. my chest splits down the middle and a slimy, blue and gooey surface emerges from underneath, the tear going all the way down to my slit which still somehow holds together as a muscular gut hangs out now, the tendril-filled belly sloshing slightly with every hard pump of my hips as I grunt and growl like a feral beast over you. My huge tip slowly begins to emerge from my continued sexual barrage, my huge balls slapping into your ass and splattering goo all over your ass cheeks as my cock slides out along your body. My form continues to convulse as my previous shell is not fully discarded, tendrils aggressively shooting out of the skin along my back and whipping around behind me until the lowest two tendrils bind your ankles behind me, my muscle gut almost rubbing against your own belly were it not for the growing cock sandwiched between us.*

Squalor: *Against his better judgment, the corgi pushes his imprisoned member against the underside of yours, the thick musk emanating from your thick, heavy malehood irresistible. He watches your chest tear down the center as a bulging, wriggling gut escapes and spills out over him. The only things that separate the corgi from ravenous, wild tendrils are the thin layer of flesh on that squirming stomach and the impossibly large member crawling across his stomach as he bucked into it. He had given up on asking questions, knowing that even if you could talk, you were much too far gone to even care. With his hindpaws tied behind your hips, his underwear was his last line of defense until you could gain access to his loins.

Aro: *My growls become slightly deeper as I continue to shift over you, my gut squirming wildly and my cock finally reaching its full length of 3 feet. My previous form becomes discarded like a jacket as the arms burst to reveal hulking, infested arms pinning you down, tentacles that make up my paws beginning to fan out and a few sliding over your muzzle. My growls become desperate grunts as a tendril tried to escape my belly, a singular large bulge rising from my stomach in violent, outward pushes until it breaks through, the slimy appendage quickly sliding around my cock and onto your belly, prodding and pushing roughly at your navel, trying to gain entrance. I rear back a bit as I let go of your arms, the tentacles remaining to find your maw and make you gulp down globs of corrupted goo, both my hands feverishly jerking off at my cock as it twitches and spasms, the inside ballooning outward and writhing under the surface as I prep for breeding you. Every stroke of my cock is amplified by the noisy squishes and squelches of the slime along it, thick webs and strands of goo hanging from my hands and my cock as I bring my tip to your ass.*

Squalor: *Squalor weakly resists against you, legs shaking in the slack of the tendril tying them together behind your back. His paws, once let free, push lightly against your chest with insistence before they rush down to his abdomen and grab at the tendril stabbing at his navel. The slime makes it difficult to get a good hold on it. The corgi watches helplessly as you lower your massive tip down to his rear, the gigantic length otherworldly to him. His groans continue as his navel stays tight and stalwart against that invading tendril, the slime pooling into it allowing the slick appendage to grind and drill, but to no avail.

Aro: *I disregard whoever else might be at the inn as my focus is set on breeding you, my cocktip pushing at your anal ring more and more, your ass cheeks being spread by the girth as the tip of my cock bloats into a taper from the tentacles underneath, my urethra like a meaty tube as it stands out from the rest of my cocks slightly and finally manages to force its way in. My tendril at your belly button tapers down more at its tip, in turn its fleshy, slimy body thickening and veining intensely as the almost needle-like tip jabs at your navel again, this time continuing to push and drive forward until your knot begins to give way, the force of the tentacle finally penetrating your tight belly causing it to poke against your back before wriggling in you, a thick, fleshy tube connecting my bulging, jiggling gut and your abdomen. The tendrils at your maw overfill your maw with goo, forcing you to either gulp down the mixture or have it spill all over your face and body. Both of which would accomplish my purpose as the ridge of my tip finally opens your anal ring enough to drive through your tight hole*

Squalor: *Squalor involuntarily spreads his legs wide as your prod between his pillowy cheeks, the tentacle-infested dick's tip already spreading him wide. He shudders at what the rest of the maleness will do to him, with the tip comparatively small to the untapered, fat base. It prods its way into him roughly, his ring's clenches failing to keep the length out. His gurgles of protest become forced swallows and sputters, his attempts to avoid drowning in goop meaning he was forced to drink it down. The substance clings to his maw. It stickily climbs down his throat before finally reaching his stomach, feeling like a lump in his gut after coating the entire path down in goo. The tendril at his bellybutton, meanwhile, adapts and manages to spear through his navel. It goes as deep as it possible can, hitting the corgi's back internally, before it begins dastardly thrashing about and stimulating the corgi in a way he never thought existed.

Aro: *I leave the tip of my cock in you as my paws concentrate on my tentacle in your belly, moaning and grunting over you as the tendril connecting us begins to bloat with my erratic humps, my body convulsing again and my belly sloshing about until I throw my head back, the thick, meaty tentacles beginning to spray into you, quickly followed by eggs just big enough to be noticeable through the tendril. The corrupted slime that you couldn't swallow begins to sink into your fur and skin, your skin beginning to form small nubs where the liquid landed and your appendages beginning to form on the outside of your body. The floorboards creak under the size of my body as it grows a little more, my form starting to tower over you as my muscles excrete growth pheromones, the result seeming to have more effect on me than you as my tail bursts into a wriggling and whipping mass of 7 appendages. Your belly beings to rival mine in size as I fill you with eggs, my paws on my tentacle slowly releasing as the appendage slides out, leaving your navel gaping to the open, musky air.*

Squalor: *begins to relax as your length stops trying to force its way into his rear, starting to breathe a little slower between gulps while he adjusts to the wriggling tendril in his bellybutton --and subsequently, stomach-- and massive dick in his rump. His skin feels cool when the slime on it begins to transform the surface, but the corgi doesn't notice anything different about himself other than the tingling sensation. Once he finally adjusts to the excessive sensations of being invaded thoroughly, his entire demeanor is broken once more. The tendril in his navel was transferring eggs and tentacles into him! He jerked side-to-side, trying to scoot away as he was filled. The corgi's belly expanded slowly, the taut skin sometimes wriggling with the mass of tendrils within. The squirming masses collect in his stomach, rubbing everywhere and exploring both up and down. A pair of tendrils poke up his throat while a couple of others temporarily push into his intestines, both sets making his body bulge at the throat and abdomen. However, they eventually retreat and coddle the laid eggs that accompanied them in his belly, wriggling but firm and protective around them. Your tendril eventually pulls out, leaving his bellybutton open and vulnerable to any more tentacles. One such appendage in his belly pokes out and thrashes in the air before popping back in, its exit and entrance making the corgi wince.

Aro: *With my tentacle done for now I resume pumping my shaft and pushing it deeper into you, Every inch throbbing against your walls as my cock wriggles and spasms harshly, my cock slowly giving way to the pulsing tentacles underneath as spurts of slime escape from the sides, keeping your tract lubricated for the monstrous cock sliding ever upward. My paws press on your hips to keep you in place, my thumbs playing and stretching your navel as my paws spasm around you, their grip tightening momentarily as tendrils slide out of my forearms to slither into your belly button, the stretched hole being forced open again by two tentacles thrashing in you. I come close to hilting my cock in you, your body like a tight fleshlight I have to force every inch into as each throb courses through your torso, every pulse making your body stretch and recede around my dick. My balls lay on the floor, my mind battling between whether to breed you and make you an infested pet or to fill you to the point of bursting. With the last inch of my dick stretching your tight ass I lay down atop of you, my body coating yours in corrupted goo to make more tentacles developing over your body as your muzzle easily fits between my monumental pecs, your body covered in thick, gooey and flexing muscle as my gut rests on you as well*

Squalor: *Squalor stretches tight around your enormous malehood, clenching down tight and near screaming while inch number 9 slides in. Only about a fourth of the way down, with 27 more inches to go. He kicks and thrashes while hugging your body, paws grabbing uselessly at yours when they grasp his hips. Seconds later, however, he immediately clutches to the sheets at either side of him as two slimy tentacles bully their way into his slack bellybutton, jabbing in and out and rubbing out against his walls playfully. At the same time, your throbbing dick never ceases in its venture deeper into the corgi, forcing his guts to straighten and hug around your member as it snakes its way into him. Organs are pushed aside, the length an unstoppable force and his internals completely movable objects. His prostate is flattened enough as it is, but due to your tapering girth it just becomes more and more abused as you push in. Soon, the head bashes something tight inside him, something tight than all the opening its forced its way through already. Callously you shove and buck, thick thighs flexing with muscle before the tip forces it way through. Squalor goes stiff for a moment as he feels clearly what your cock just breached: the entrance to his stomach. The tentacles in his stomach happily greet their former host and toy around your length with enthusiasm, the corgi's already overstimulated, overfilled body forced to endure their wriggling in his stomach along with the tentacles you sent through his bellybutton thrashing around as well. The dog moans and whimpers sluttily in your pectorals, muzzle buried between the powerful, slimy muscles. He could make for a perfect pet.

Aro: *My own belly thrashes with excitement as I begin to pull back out and ram back in, my fleshy, slimy battering ram of a cock pistoning your body like a sex toy. The skin along my cock slowly gives more and more, until finally, the pillar of dickflesh bursts in you. Your body is flooded quickly as the cock bursts into a gigantic mass of tentacles, my casing not able to hold them as they slither all the way up and out of your mouth, your throat spread forcefully and your tight gullet stretched to accompany 6 tendrils sliding up, the corrupted goo in your stomach pushed back up to lather you more in it. Your body begins to change as you're exposed to my goo in and out, my great, hulking and pot-bellied form flexing over you in preparation for climax as I pull out from spearing you with my tendrils. leaving your throat and ass loose as my entire form leaves you to lay there with me convulsing once more above you, my climax quickly coming and the floor a giant puddle of my slime as I slosh around and writhe*

Squalor: *Squalor writhes and babbles while your pillar of meat fucks through him, jostling around the tendrils in his gut while you force his body to accommodate the throbbing, yard-long member. The pounding drags on, his cheeks being slammed by your ripped hips, his taut ring kissing your male slit at you hilt on every thrust. His stomach and lower chest are nothing but cock-coverings to house a powerful beast's prime example of a dick. Your cockflesh splits suddenly as a burst of tendrils escape and infiltrate the corgi's body. They worm their way upwards and pop out his throat, his tongue tasting a bit of his own musk while they slick around in his maw. The corgi barely manages to stay conscious as he's plowed straight through, from ass to muzzle. His eyes droop as he's overwhelmed, mind unable to function from the sensory overload. His brain gets a break when you slide out of his body, maw panting while his entire anatomy goes slack and tries to return to what is should be without an infested monster spearing its way through it. But, the corgi is still unresponsive, absorbed in trying to come down off of such an overfilled high.

Aro: *I roar out above you, my entire gooey body seeming to spray and dribble thick, corrupted seed all over. I moan as my entire body, composed of tentacles cums on itself, my muscle gut jiggling and sloshing before my navel splits open like another slit, contaminated cum dumping onto you like a bath as I step back, rearing onto my giant, plump, bestial haunches and stroking my bundle of tendrils intensely, ropes and spurts of seed striping your changing body, your mind warping your generating form into your deepest desires as you're almost literally bathed in my seed. My hunched, bestial form is barely supported by the floorboards, the creaking and groaning of the wood even reverberating through the giant gooey puddle that makes up the floor, ooze dripping through onto the first floor lobby as I buck and writhe along myself. You can hear slight cricks and pops as my body convulses for a last time, my blue, slimy skin solidifying into glistening, sweat-covered green and hulking body. My plump and heavy bestial ass remaining even as my upper body tones down into a more anthro-like posture.*

Squalor: *Gurgles as he's bathed in tainted cum, the fluid raining down onto him as his fur shifts and changes, his skeleton rearranging. His legs spread, the ankles growing much larger and forcing the tendril coiled around them off as he sprawled them out. The limbs shifted to a heavier digitigrade anatomy, the thighs thickening while his hindpaws became thinner and slightly longer. His torso grew more rotund, pudging out a bit while the extra girth accented his navel. Both arms thickened with musculature, slight ripples visible under the fur as they grew. Squalor's head remained mostly unchanged, save for his tongue turning a striped white and red, as if it was like peppermint. But most of all did his member change. His sheath grew a little more snug around his member, the shaft turning a darkish velvet purple. The knot nearly quadrupled in size while the member thickened with girth. It looked humongous on the corgi's malehood until the shaft split down the middle, straight to within the sheath and divided the knot in two as well. The corgi now had two pulsing rods. His balls grew heavier and churned out cum much faster, a feeling of insistent need now ever present in his taut sack. Internally much of his anatomy remained the same, save for adjustments to match his two members and a strange adjustment to his prostate. It bulged and shifted, the gland transforming until somehow, the corgi produced a thick, milky cream for cum. It was fertile yes, but at the same time it could be used just as well as frosting for a cake. Orgasms would become a labor for the infested dog when it came to pumping out such a thick fluid, especially from two shafts simultaneously. When his bones settled, and his new form was complete, the corgi went limp on the bed, exhausted. He'd actually grown more tight than before his change, one of the corgi's desires being to have to stretch or be forced to stretched. He felt tingly over all his form as he grew more sensitive externally and internally, much more tender and vulnerable to pain or pleasure. And yet, despite his wishes to be a good pet for Aro, he still struggled to resist.

Aro: *I lean down over your new form as my previous form slowly develops back with a couple changes, a squirming bundle of tentacles wriggling and whipping around from my slit instead of my cock and my own digitigrade legs almost as thick as my torso throughout, my big, plump ass easily more than a handful of muscle and tentacles within, as I crawl onto the bed over you, the spreading of my legs letting more mind-numbing musk fill the air like a safeguard to your mind while I'm mostly back to my previous form. The gut remains on me slightly, my abs not pot-bellied but enough to slosh with movements and remain rigid as my sweaty, musky body rubs against yours, my bundle of tendrils slithering and toying with your knots lustfully as I lean in to kiss you dominantly. One paw strokes over your back as the other plays with your accented navel, the new ring of muscle around it like a new entrance as I push a finger against it until the digit slides in. It was still tight on the inside as well, my finger tip oozing goo to help aid the sliding as it felt like trying to finger a tight-fleshy tube, my hand jerking back and forth as no matter the lubrication my knuckles always got hung up on the ring.* Mmh... You're mine now... How about you do your new master a favor~?

Squalor: He breathes heavily in anxiety as you crawl over him, the distance between your bodies nonexistent as your musk and sweat mingles with the his. The teasing appendages at his knotted members make him squirm in delight while he stifles his moans. He bites his lip while he tries to resist, remaining rebellious despite his transformation. One of your fingers pushes into his navel, now more dimpled due to his wider midsection and demands entry roughly. It slides in through the tight ring with some force and the corgi jerks and twitches with every tug of your finger. "N-No, I won't! Wait, I mean... you're not my master!" the corgi replies defiantly, albeit unsurely.

Aro: *The musk hangs heavily, perhaps to the point of seeping throughout the inn as I try to bring you around to my favor, My finger in your navel intentionally sliding more roughly in and out as the tendrils infesting you begin to excrete aphrodisiac, my cock tentacles gripping tightly, almost chokingly around your dicks, my paw on your back now tracing my claws just enough to be a bit more than scritching over your fur. My skin crawls under the surface from the defiance, eager to breed you more and break you while I continue to seduce you, sliding up a bit more to let your cocks slide between my large, plump and firm ass cheeks, my huge glutes almost enveloping your dicks completely as I make you hotdog over my taint and entrances* Mmh, defiance in this case may get you something, up to you though~

Squalor: *Sees an opportunity and acted. With both hands and his newly gained muscles, he quickly wrestled your hand away from his bellybutton. Your digit was yanked away before you could react, a line of slime connecting it to his navel still. While distracting you by doing that, his legs bent and his paws pressed straight over your shins to push both your legs out from under you and allow his an escape while he slid out from beneath your reach. Of course, the plan could've maybe worked if he hadn't stalled on placing his paws on your shins. The aphrodisiac! It kept him complacent and weak, needy for your use as his master. He tried fighting, he did, but the lust that tore through him stopped him from even attempting to throw you off balance. With his paws on your legs, however, he was in a rather comprising position. Although your cock tendrils were busy teasing his rock-hard, drooling shafts, bending his legs bared his rear to you just right. He'd definitely worsened his situation. "Let me go!" he spouted desperately, seeing how vulnerable he'd made his behind to you.

Aro: *I grin and let go of you, feel your muscles relax and work against you, teasingly obliging your demands but instead of getting off of you I slide down your torso, my sweat-soaked body rubbing over your fur down to your cocks. I give your knot a lick, then a nip, before finally letting my duller but still fang-like teeth drag along the bulbous, sensitive skin, my paws right with me and cupping your ass as your legs land on either side of my head, my muzzle directly between your thighs as my groping paws give your ass a firm, lusty massage. after teasing your knots I slide my head down lower until my muzzle is at your anal ring, my nose pressed roughly into your taint to breath your scent more as my tongue darts out to lap and poke at your ooze-soaked ring. I hiccup accidentally and a splash of slime splatters all over your rump, the tendrils in me getting restless as I try to keep my composure and keep them in while my tongue plays with your anus* By all means, but in this state you could hardly walk, let alone along the floor considering the current... pool I made before~

Squalor: *The corgi feels a tinge of excitement when you let go and drag down his fur, thinking you were actually going to leave him be. He almost makes a full smile, despite his embarrassing moan at having his shafts stimulated by your sweat-coated form, until you head pauses at his groin. With his legs spread open to either side of your head, kicking weakly into the air, his knots are abused and nibbled by your sharp teeth. His rear receives a rough, insistent massage while you drop just a touch lower and tongue at his ring. His body jerks upon contact with the slime, the substance somehow much stronger in making him feel pleasure post-change. Your tongue spreads the mess around his ring, the winking pucker tight but oh so fuckable looking. It most definitely needed to be filled. And perhaps, filling the pup would even teach him his place.

Aro: *My composure fights a losing battle as I lick along your anal ring, another hiccup of slime splashing onto you before my tongue quivers and bloats up, my wet muscle becoming a tentacle as my throat bulges outward greatly, more sliding up to join the first while my 'tongue' prods more at your entrance, the gooey, meaty appendages pushing harder and harder. As my lust builds I moan, the tentacles in my maw fusing together into one tapered, massive cock, my maw stretched wide as the huge meaty length stiffly rams into your anus, demanding entry. My belly sloshes and grows slightly, the hiccups of slime now just bursts shooting up my new cock as I finally grind the tip in. my paws clamp onto your ass cheeks, my claws baring down slightly in the grip as I twitch in pleasure from pushing into your tight ring. even with several inches in, it feels like just now penetrating you as your ring remains tight while my cock widens as it slides deeper in, slowly making your ring stretched out completely as I approach half of my cock twitching and wriggling in you*

Squalor: *Your pet's hips swing back and forth, wriggling while your cocktongue barrels its way into his passage. His length drools pre down to his sheath, pooling at its small valley or trickling down his balls. The thick, digitigrade legs you'd gifted him with lock together behind your head as he moans like a bitch. The shaft you were fucking him with wormed its way deep into his guts, spraying slime and stretching his ring past its limits with its girth, but it wasn't enough. The corgi still tried to mask his submission, he wouldn't give up the facade that he was still unwilling to be your infested property. Between every moan he shouts expletives and feigns unwantingness, even after inch upon thick, slimy inch battered his ring. He needed more swaying, more fucking and filling to be finally made to understand that you owned him.

Aro: *Your persistence only intensifies my pace, my huge, girthy length making your ring useless as I slam my head forward, my muzzle almost pushing through as I shove my cock down to my base in you. With every nudge and attempt to resist I pull back and slam harder in, slowly my muzzle being engulfed by your ring as the slime spraying into and out of you grows. My body spasms and writhes, intense pleasure and slight pain flowing through me as my back contorts and twists, a sort of squirming bubble forming on my upper back under my skin as I thrust, my growing back forcing me to hunch while driving my cock's entire length into you with every slow, harsh thrust. My back pops and squelches, gloops and squishy slithering audible from my gigantic bulge as my moans around my cock become desperate, needy even. Finally my paws outright dig into your thighs as my grip changes, my claws pushing into your upper legs as my paws grip like a vise around your muscular digitigrade thighs and my back bursts, the frayed shell of my form split and torn as huge appendages rise from my shoulders and back to descend upon you.*

Squalor: *Squalor grunts with each down thrust of your muzzle on his ring, the relentless pounding eventually forcing his entrance to start easing your snout in addition to the entire length. Each pound forces his sensitive shafts into his belly, the strength of your muzzle slamming against his ring almost excessive in its amount. He cries out when you tighten your grasp on his thicker thighs, the tonguecock wriggling with need deep within his rear. Oblivious to the action on your back, he has little time to react to the enormous tendrils sprouting out of you and diving down to abuse him.

Aro: *The tendrils from my back almost make silhouette of my form as they descend upon you, the mass of tentacles mimicking my earlier actions of grinding into you as they make a double of my body. The tentacles that would be at my crotch are different however, the thin, spindly appendages finding your cocktips and easing in, careful not to damage your urethra as they slide into your prostate from your shaft. The upper tentacles pin your arms to the bed tightly while I continue thrusting my cock deep into you, my climax quickly approaching from the new stimuli and a last tentacle shoving itself into your maw and down your throat, stretching the passage wide and inhibiting your speech as I get ready to climax and deny yours*

Squalor: *Squalor goes slack when your tentacles slide deep enough into his urethra and bulge out his prostate gland, the immense pleasure drowning out his other thoughts and making him cry out, muffled around the thick tendril in his throat. His lengths explode with a climax denied, the shafts twitching and constricting around the tentacles shoved down them so tightly. His tight ring clenches and milks the cocktongue lodged deep in his gut, his body trying to resist being speared so thoroughly but unable to fight back. Scrunching his eyes, doing his best to ward away the feelings of sweet submission to the master who infested him, the once-corgi thrashes and squirms in the bed.*

Aro: *With a grunt and loud moan around my length I cum, unable to roar or growl as the huge, meaty length from my maw begins to bulge and ripple, the underside of my cock like a peapod with thick globs of cum gushing into you in intervals of pints. The tendrils in your prostate swell out, making the ridge of your cock almost as large as the meat itself while they dump a blast of goo to mix into your thick batter, the slime having traces of growth serum and aphrodisiac mixed in to make you keep thrusting desperately for your release. My nose is pressed into your taint as the cum I pump into you begins to leak out onto my chin, murring and grunting with each little thrust and milk of my dick. My paws relax their grip as my load oozes out and my back settles down, the tentacle form of me above like a taur as my hulking, beast-like body underneath supports it*

Squalor: *The pet squeals and kicks weakly as thick, corrupted cum rushes up his guts, bulging out his abdomen. The feeling of the pulsing dick in his rear against his prostate combined with the sudden growth of the tendrils within it force him to orgasm again, and harder. With his shafts' urethra stretched wide enough to rival the rest of the cock themselves, Squalor goes limp once more. His mind is overflows with need. "M-More..." he grunts around the tentacle in his throat. Even as his dicks fail to cum, or the cum that filled up his guts now rushes into his belly, he wants more tentacles, more dick in him. Especially from his master.*

Aro: *I leave my massive length in your rear for a few, the throbbing and intense pulsing of the shaft calming down to a small throb and drool as I begin to slide my length out leisurely, every bump and ridge of my shaft getting caught on your enlarged prostate. With your cum thickened and drugged my tendrils pull out to your tip, the growth serum helping keep your urethra unbearably small compared to the thickness of your seed and making your cocks feel heavy and even harder. My appendages mingle at your tip, slowly sealing your cocktip until I deem you ready to cum before they pull out completely. The tendril in your maw pulls out, coated in both slime and now your saliva as it slithers and wriggles sensually along your belly and torso, the veining appendage almost throbbing on its own as the meaty tentacle rubs over you*

Squalor: *Squalor's prostate, enlarged and full of aphrodisiac, catches on every nuance of your retreating shaft torturously. The infested pet winces and jerks with every touch of a texture on his inflated gland. Thick, creamy cum floods behind the tendrils preventing their escape in both shafts, his urethra made to bulge with the influx of his tainted, modified seed and being stopped just at the very tip. "M-Master!" he shouts, humping at the tendrils stuck in his shafts' very top most portion and accidentally pushing his cum back. When the sealing appendages finally pull out and allow Aro's pet his release, the semen sprays out onto himself and thickens quickly, the sugary sweet smell in the air while his urethral passages struggle to match the spurts of cum. He weakly presses into the bellyrubs from the tendril on his torso after his climax, nearly exhausted. He was, however, conscious enough for one more thing his master wanted to do, whatever it was.

Aro: *With a grin I lift my head, my cock half flaccid and slowly retreating into me while my tentacles holding you release, the bundle slowly retreating into my back with more squelches and small spurts of goo as the tear reforms into my muscled back. I leisurely crawl up your sprawled out and sweet, sticky body, pressing my huge, hulking pecs against your chest while I lean in to kiss you* Mmh... maybe after you clean the inn and drink up the pool of a floor we made, I'll let you have my ass tonight my pet~ *With another kiss my tongue drags along your peppermint muscle, each kiss like a breath freshener as I smile and wrap my arms around you like a child grasping a new toy. My massive, sweaty thighs rub over yours, my tail coming around to nestle your sack*

Squalor: *Squalor lifts his back to help your arms grasp him while he returns the embrace. His breath stays quivering and needy, even as you kiss him. Deep, passionate kissing accompanies the hug, his tongue squirming and shy, but dragging along yours all the same. His rods jump a little at the surprise of your tail nuzzling them, the cum-filled balls churning still. "Whatever pleases you, master."