Shush, Child
#8 of Schism
(cw: implied voodoo, maleherm, mind alteration, unbirth, tattoos, prey markings, the word papa gets thrown around )
Tris zebra has made a deal with a voodoo bokor, Segremores. He didn't know what the price would be, but it's far too late for that now.
"Don't go turnin' back on our deal." The deep bass of the ghostly pale gator rumbled through the zebra.
Tris swallowed and nodded, "I just didn't realize what your methods would be."
The gator stroked over his broad, tattooed gut, "And now that you know?"
The zebra shuddered a bit, "I... uh..."
"Shush, child. Let your papa take care of everything." As he spoke, Tris realized that he was starting to grow a bit hazy, pleasant thoughts welcomingly flooding away his worries.
The big reptile chuckled as he saw the change overtake his visitor, and tugged away his own loincloth, revealing what it had hardly tried to hide in the first place.
Tris didn't seem to notice, just smiling vacantly up at the gator, until his scaled claws guided the zebra to lay down. He obediently laid down, and did nothing to hinder those same claws peeling away all his clothes. He was just as easily rolled onto his front, and didn't seem to mind when his hooves were brought together and pressed somewhere wet and warm.
The heavy gator rumbled, grinning and pushing more of the zebra's legs up under his weighty nuts, to the hidden second sex, feminine folds drooling around their meal. He flexed his internal muscles, and determined he'd got enough inside to just sit back and let his muscular passage drag the rest of the cute boy where he belonged. Putting a scaled claw onto his girth he casually started stroking off as he watched the zebra's round rear pass out of sight behind his own sac.
Obediently, Tris let himself be dragged along backwards, feeling his hips get enveloped by the powerful, welcoming warmth behind him, and soon finding his own arousal wrapped in the rippling wet flesh. He moaned and started to flex his hips and legs to angle his firming shaft into the folds better, eliciting a chuckle from the big gator.
"Eager to get all the way in? Me too..." He reached forward and grasped the zebra's shoulder and pulled firmly, stuffing him in till his shoulders were just sticking past those stretched lips. The gator licked his lips, having felt the pseudoequine's legs spread the hidden ring deep in his sex, and start into the womb beyond.
The immobilized zebra panted softly, surrounded in musk as his "host" reclined and used his free claw to pull his sac up off Tris' head. This allowed him a better view of the room, or rather, a better view of the folds encroaching on each side of his vision. A view of the gator stealing him away from the world. With a powerful clench his face was slurped in, and when the folds relaxed again, there was no sign of the zebra.
The gator licked his lips as he felt the rest of Tris drag up into his womb, rubbing over his broad gut as a new symbol appeared amongst the tattooes. "Now, I'll uphold my end of the deal... when I can bring myself to let you out." He chuckled and patted his gut as it started to slowly decrease in size.