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Leon breathed a sigh of relief. Fridays were always a drag but, after what seemed like the fiftieth glance towards the clock, he saw that his workday was almost over. He stood up at his desk and proceeded to clear his workstation, making sure everything was in order and cleaning his own shed fur off his chair before pushing in neatly below his desk.

He powered off his computer last, just as the time hit the top of the hour and head over to clock out. He bid his co-workers farewell before leaving through the door to take the bus home.

Leon had a lengthy commute. He had to take the bus all the way to its last stop and, even after that, he had a half hour's walk to make it to his home in the suburbs. He didn't mind, though. To Leon, there was nothing more refreshing than a brisk walk in the cool evening air. He was used to it. And, as an added benefit, the years of daily walking had kept him in reasonable shape. He couldn't see his lifestyle changing anytime within the upcoming years but, to Leon, that was just fine. He was in a today was a good day, he had felt, and nothing could change that.

Leon's home sat on the far end of a cul-de-sac. It was modest but he enjoyed the location. His home sat in perfect position for his backyard to open into the large mountainous forest that bordered his suburb. He considered this one of the greatest benefits of living in the area. That, along with his pleasant neighbours and the quietness of the night-time.

He tossed his keys on the kitchen table after entering his house and retrieved a soda from the fridge. Confident that his weekly responsibilities were done, he planted his backside on the sofa and pried open the tab on his soda can to a satisfying 'hiss'. With the remote control in hand, he turned on the television, signifying the start of his night of loafing around.

Leon didn't usually do much after work. A social life wasn't something high on his list of priorities and, while he was lonely, he had dealt with it just fine. He was always a shy person but managed to maintain a small group of friends. When it came to his love life, he always just figured that if he waited long enough, he would eventually find the right person.

He wasn't sure when he had dozed off, but he collected himself with a jerk when a loud sound - similar to the crashing of a giant wave - roused him. He secured his grip on the can, which was about to slip through his fingers, and rest it securely on the small coffee table in front of him.

He went to his backyard, determined to find the source of the disturbance. It was already dark, and Leon wondered exactly how long he had napped for while taking his phone out of his pocket to turn on the flashlight. He used the light to navigate the underbrush before finding himself surrounded by tall trees. Leon wasn't intimidated, however. He considered the forest behind his home an extension of his backyard and was comfortable with the paths in the dark. He would have little trouble, even running at top speed, and the light from his phone only made it that much easier.

After a short walk, he reached a lookout where he could observe a vast swath of the forest. He couldn't see any flames nor smell any smoke which put away any immediate concerns towards a forest fire. However, there was a clearing a short distance ahead of him that had not been there recently. His immediate concerns over losing his house were abated but as he observed the changed landscape, new thoughts sprang to mind. The area around the clearing was marked by felled trees. The force of whatever happened had splintered the trunks of even some of the older, more sturdy trees that Leon assumed had stood in the forest for decades. The area was foreign to him now and he couldn't risk investigating in the darkness. Even with the light from his phone, he wouldn't risk slipping and impaling himself on a piece of splintered wood. He decided instead to head home and return in the morning when the sunlight would make things safer.

The next morning, Leon was awakened by the sun rising in the East. The golden sunlight had crept up his bed after slipping through the gaps in the blinds of his bedroom winder and washed his face in a warm glow. At first, he tried to ignore it but within minutes the gentle glow had turned into an assault on his eyelids and he decided he couldn't sleep through it.

He prepared his breakfast and coffee then took his morning shower before readying himself for a hike back to the clearing from the night before. Leon would often hike into the woods on the weekend, taking his lawn chair and a pile of books to read away from the people and connections to the outside world. Yet, as he came upon the clearing, the once-familiar landscape felt as though he had been transported to an alien world.

The greens and browns of the forest were covered instead by a pastel pink. A sticky substance coated broken boughs the pines felled when the clearing was created, spreading out from the outer rim of what he could now see was a crater in still-wet, wavy streaks.

While the outer areas of the crater were wet, the pink substance near the point of impact seemed to have crystallized. It was as though a frozen, pink rain had coated the area overnight.

Leon plodded into the clearing, his boots sticking in the pink muck before finding more solid footing near the crystal formations. He was cautious, but curious. The crystals were interesting structures, but brittle like candy glass. As he prodded at them, bits and pieces broke off against his fingers. Each time the wolf broke a splinter of the crystal spires, an unfamiliar but incredibly pleasant sensation ran through his body. So caught up he had become in playing not only with the crystals, but with the pink goo that coated the ground, that he didn't notice the erection straining at his crotch. He had become so aroused that a trail of wetness stained down the front of his hiking shorts.

His breathing grew heavy and laboured. His tongue protruded from his mouth as he panted, body consumed now with a feverish heat. His thoughts were muddled. He grabbed a handful of splintered crystal and stuffed them into his pockets before trekking back to the outskirts of the crater. Once there, he emptied his own water bottle and replaced its contents with pink jelly. After filling it to the brim, Leon huffed and puffed his way back to his home.

By the time he returned to his house, Leon was in control of his faculties again. Whatever the effect that the substance had on him had subsided, so he concluded to himself that it wasn't toxic. Still, he had to show the crystals and goo to someone just in case they were an environmental hazard. He made sure to close the blinds at his windows before laying out all that he had collected on his living room table: three large crystals that stood out among numerous splinters, along with his water bottle through which its pink contents could be seen swirling invitingly.

Leon picked up one of the larger crystals and sniffed it. It was inviting, like a large piece of candy. As his curiosity overcame him, he flicked his tongue out to give the crystal a tentative lick.

Almost immediately, the warm and wonderful sensations from the clearing returned. He bit into the crystal and crushed it between his teeth, feeling his body once more being assaulted with waves of pleasure. His cock sprang immediately into full erection, leaking precum that oozed down the front of his pants and dripped down the inside of his thighs onto the clean floor below. His knees buckled as he felt his balls swell. They grew to massive size and inflated as though full of a year's supply of cum. His breathing was once more laboured and he drooled thick, pink saliva that dripped off his chin and matted his fur.

Leon had to have more.

He struggled to get his pants off, sighing as he relieved his cock and now monstrously sized balls from the restriction of his clothing. He grabbed the remaining two crystals and crushed them between his teeth before licking the splinters off the table. Next, he opened his water bottle but fumbled as he did, spilling the contents as the bottle slipped from his grip and splattered across the floor.

Leon fell to his knees and lapped at the spilled goo. Not satisfied with consuming the essence, he grabbed handfuls of it and first rubbed it into his chest before rolling his entire body in the puddle. He made sure to rub the pinkness into every inch of his body, leaving his swollen sack for last. He slipped his fingers behind the softball sized nuts and fingered his puckered asshole. Immediately, Leon cried out and climaxed at the sensation. His ejaculate, like his saliva, was now pink slime. He grabbed handfuls of it and slathered his own hole, the lubrication allowing him to easily slide his whole fist inside. Leon bucked hard and came again, mindless as he rolled around in the puddle of goo that spread with his continuous ejaculation.

He was still unsatisfied. He needed something more - something bigger - with which to satisfy his hungry hole. He maddeningly fondled his backdoor while he looked around. At least, his eyes set upon what would ease his desire: his wooden banister and the adornment which stood atop it. Leon leapt to his feet and straddled the ornament which had to be at least six inches wide. His gaping asshole was able to accommodate it easily however, and Leon slid down easily until his anus touched the huge, wooden ball at the bottom of it. His greedy boy-cunt swallowed it all and Leon pistonned himself repeatedly in order to fuck himself.

His cock, now rock hard, smacked against the wolf's belly each time he bounced on the pole. When he came, his ejaculate flew directly into his own face. Leon paid it no mind as he continued pleasuring himself. He came again and again as his balls slowly shrunk. Eventually his cum thinned and, exhausted from the marathon fuck session on the banister, Leon fell asleep with his ass still impaled on the wooden ball. Covered in pink goo and cum, he was finally able to rest.

When Leon awoke, he found himself in a very weird and very sticky situation. The walls, floor, and the entire area of the stairs around were soaked in a slime of cum and whatever he had played in. Worst of all, Leon was stuck and unsure how to get off. The banister was slippery despite the stickiness of the pink goo and his hands couldn't find purchase as he attempted to lift himself in order free his ass. After many attempts and repeated frustration, Leon simply laid forward along the railing and accepted defeat. He remained in this position until he began to nod off again however, a loud snap and a spike of pain notified him that he was free. That and himself falling sideways off the banister and crashing to the floor below.

He raised himself to his feet and finally realized just how crazy he had gone. He was in no position to clean things up. All his memories were obscured in a lust-driven haze. He hobbled up the stairs and spent a long time in the shower attempting to remove the mammoth makeshift dildo he had used to fuck himself into submission. After cleaning himself up, he went downstairs only to be assaulted by the smell of cum and pink goo. His cock reacted by immediately sprouting into a boner once more, but Leon quickly walked into the kitchen to grab a snack and sate his hunger. He decided to head outside so he could collect some fresh air in order to clear his mind. Whatever happened inside, he would clean up the mess when he got his head right.

The next day, Leon made another hike towards the crater. It had taken him hours to clean up and it was especially difficult with the constant erection and need to masturbate every few minutes. He was curious now, more than ever, about the crater on the effect it had on him.

As he approached, Leon saw movement along the edge of the crater. He hid among the underbrush and crept closer until he could see what Leon could only describe as the largest, pinkest orgy imaginable. He was too far away to recognize any of the people and could only vaguely make out what they were doing to each other. Yet, the sight in front of him was enough to make Leon blush and that was the most modest of his reactions. After a few minutes of quiet observation, Leon returned to his home. Whoever had engaged in this orgy, as well as why and how so many people had congregated to fuck each other in the slime hadn't crossed his mind. The small wolf just needed to jerk off. Thankfully it was the weekend so he could spend the entire day pleasuring himself. Unfortunately, Leon could not make it all the way home. The wind shifted and the orgy, as well as the pink slime that powered it, were no longer downwind.

The aroma of the goo once again gave fire to Leon's sexual fever. He was still in the woods and away from prying eyes, so Leon felt comfortable whipping out his cock. His knot was fully enlarged, and he indulged in self pleasure while squatted on the forest floor. Just rubbing his cock wasn't enough for him, though. He took off his pants and slobbered over his own hand so he could force as many fingers as he could up into his ass. He gently fisted his own ass while stroking with his free hand until he bathed the bark of a nearby tree in his white load. Afterwards, he pulled up his pants and continued his trek home. He wasn't anywhere near satisfied but a moment of clarity after cumming let Leon know that he needed to get out of the forest before he was found.

Once he got home and no sooner than having slid his glass door closed, the canid felt as though another load was desperate to leave his balls. He remembered the smell of his own previous mess and the memories of what the goo had driven him to do came back to him in a flood of depravity. Leon knew what he wanted to do and stripped naked so he could prop himself up against the glass door.

Ass in the air and legs spread, Leon aimed the tip of his cock into his own mouth. He stroked himself vigorously while recalling his own actions until she shot his load right into his own mouth. He swallowed, feeling the warm cum slide down his throat. He proceeded to cum thrice more in this manner until, finally, he was satisfied. Now tired, his mind was finally clear. He was too exhausted to move, ass still in the air as his body slumped forward so that his cock pressed against his own lips. It was an embarrassing position, but he was able to now dwell on what he had seen.

He wondered about the nature of the pink substance and how it affected people. Those in the woods that were driven to orgiastic behaviour - had they been driven to it by the goo as well? He wondered how they found the crater as well. Perhaps they had stumbled upon it, or they had heard the crash of its creation just as he had. Leon smiled to himself. Whatever the goo was, it made him feel good. He was rarely in a good mood these days but now that it had come into his life, he saw his life changing - and for the better.

If he could have as much fun as the goo made him all the time, the wold thought to himself, he might never be depressed again.