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A really quick one I came up with after looking a particularly kinky animation I expected to come out differently. Disappointed, I decided to write the ending I wanted, or endings, rather. If you think this one's too cheesy, there's another. Honestly, I don't know how good this one came out. Most of it was written in the better part of a week, which is still blazing fast for me. If you don't particularly like this one, I've got something big and different in the works that is almost done, so expect more after this. Enjoy, and criticism is appreciated.

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Filling Fast

It was cramped. That was the first, very obvious thing to Vertigo. Standing up, he glanced around. The ceiling wasn't much taller than he was. The walls were claustrophobically close, not even far apart as Vert was tall. And there seemed to be no way in or out. Vert shivered. He had no clothes on. This was unnatural. Not even solitary confinement cells were thissmall. Where was he?

It was a perfect box. Smooth cream-colored walls, like glass, had no purchase anywhere, nothing to indicate a way in or out. Not even Vertigo's vulpine claws could make a scratch. He whimpered. Fear crept into his skull. The fur on his tail was standing on end. Was this some practical joke? Was this punishment for something? Was this hell? He had done nothing wrong, as far as he could remember, nothing that warranted this. He worked as a manager of a warehouse; a no-name job that could hardly attract any attention at all. Nothing anyone could even be slightly envious of. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep in his own bed. Frantic thoughts flew around Vert's head, trying to figure out why he was here. He wasn't sure how much longer he could stand it.

Then came a completely unexpected sensation: a buzz of pleasure. He looked down the source of the buzz. A strange device was coiled around the lower half his cock and his balls, almost like black condom. Vert wondered why he had not noticed it before. It audibly buzzed again, sending another wave of excitement through his body. What was this?

The buzz again. Vert leaned against a wall, pressing his feet against the floor. His vulpine cock was quickly becoming erect, and Vert wasn't sure whether to panic, or to not look a gift horse in the mouth. He reached down to stroke his growing manhood. When another buzz came, stronger than before, Vert moaned instinctively.

Vert rest his head against the unnaturally smooth wall, and blinked. Was this really happening? What exactly WAS happening? He was trapped in a box barely big enough for him to stand up in and for some reason...

...But his train of though was destroyed by another, even stronger buzz, that came faster than the last. Vert's body tensed as it passed through him. He panted again. Staring at his cock, a drop of pre lung to the tip. Again, the electric buzz sent a wave of pleasure though Vert's body, causing his legs to give way beneath him. Vert pulled at the black half-condom, but it clung fast, as if attached to his canine cock. The more he touched it, the faster the buzzes came, until they blended into a constant tone. Squirming and huffing, Vertigo searched for a way out, clawing at the walls and floor, but eventually he gave into the pleasure gnawing at his consciousness. Lying down on the cold floor, legs propped up against the opposite wall, he watched as his member was mercilessly pleasured.

_I might enjoy this more if I knew where I am, and what the hell this sheath-thing is_Vert thought to himself. But soon sexual stimulation clouded those thoughts out of his mind. Not only was the sheath stimulating his cock, but his balls as well. Growling in lust, Vert reached down to quicken the coming climax. He felt his member up and down, all the way down to his balls. Something was wrong though. As 2 Gryphon put it, males know every square nanometer of their genitalia, so Vert could tell when his balls were bigger than they were supposed to be. Not just bigger because of the black, almost organic device, but bigger, as if inflated from inside. Vert wasn't sure to be surprised or horrified. He didn't have long to worry about that, as the fluidic pressure behind his cock grew. Ignoring the change in his testicles, Vert sized his throbbing member and stroked quickly. A pant, a gasp and growl later, Vert felt weightless, like he was flying; flying through a cloud of ecstasy, over a meadow of lust. But no, it wasn't flying, it was freefalling; falling back to earth, out of the clouds, the fields happily rushing towards him. The small cell reformed, and the ever-present buzz reverberated once again, deafening yet soft. Vert panted, happily enjoying the afterglow. He rubbed his head, only to find he stained his fur with sticky fluid that was in his paw. Still feeling light-headed Vert chuckled. He had hardly ever felt better, and better yet, the afterglow felt almost as good as the orgasm, and it was lasting longer to boot. It was almost like he was still cumming...

"Wait, what the fuck?!" Vert righted himself, watching in shock as rope after sticky rope continued to shoot forth from his member, albeit with less power than his climax. A ridiculous amount of his seed pooled on his belly, so much that it slid to the floor. He angled his cock so he would stop cumming on himself.

"How the hell is this happening?" The fox wondered as warm seed continued to spill fourth. I didn't feel like a real climax; still very pleasurable, but Vert was too scared to enjoy the full extent of it. I don't even have this much cum in my body! What the hell is happening to me? Semen splashed to the perfectly flat floor, as Vert sat back, head swimming. He felt exhausted, like he had spent an entire night fucking. Thoughts of the impossibility of his situation sank back into oblivion, as the fox closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Vert woke to the heady scent of musk. He recognized it as his own. Shaking his head, he reached up to hold it, but noticed his paws were covered in a milky white, gooey fluid. Looking down, he breathed, "Oh dear god..."

Most of his legs, up to his hips, where submerged in his own spooge, or what Vert assumed to be his own. With a wet slurp, Vert pulled his body out of the warm fluid. A good amount had soaked into his fur, and clung to his legs, making his lower half feel heavier than normal. "This is impossible," Vert groaned, wiping a layer of sticky seed off his legs, down to his shins where the cum pooled. The vulpine body doesn't have this much fluid, let alone cum in it! As the fox cleaned off his cock, he noticed the black entity had spread to cover his entire cock, save a slit in the tip, but what astonished him even more was beneath his member. The strange weight Vert felt down there wasn't the cum. His ballsack bulged to unrealistic proportions, as if it contained a pair of tennis balls instead of his testicles. Tenderly and carefully, Vertigo touched his package, inadvertently releasing a pulse of electric pleasure though him. "Oh, not again"

Another buzz caused the fox to shudder, and lean into a corner. He braced himself for the next wave. And the next. Again, the individual waves came faster and faster, until they all blurred into one. Vert leaned his head back, and let the sensation take him over. _There's nothing I can do to stop this, I may as well enjoy it,_He rationalized. Vert took his cock in his paw, and started to paw off, even though the sheath did all the necessary work. Breathing in, his musk filled his nostrils. The mechanical sound of the biological sheath rattled in his head. Pushing, and being pushed over the edge, Vert let out a moaning howl, and released his load. Rope after rope hell to the ground to mix with the pool of cum that came before. But, like before, the cum did not stop coming. Vert whimpered as every shot carried more of his seed than the one before. Constant pleasure wracked though Vert's joints. His knees wobbled, but Vert held strong. His lusty scent was more powerful than ever, invading his sensitive vulpine nostrils. Vert propped himself in the corner and fought the urge to close his eyes, knowing that if he did, the stereotypically male tendency to fall asleep after climax would overtake him.

Spurt, sput, splort. An immeasurable amount of time later, Vert was still shooting copious amounts of spooge. The "cum level" has risen noticeably, from Vert's shins to his thighs. He had busied himself wondering why he was trapped in the small cell, why he could cum ridiculous amounts of his seed, why he didn't feel the slightest bit hungry, but still felt exhaustion, and what exactly was the black device coated around his cock. It was hard to concentrate though the electric waves of sexual pleasure. Every second was steps away from euphoria, but Vert wished it would cease. His member ached form being erect so long. Spasming muscles responsible for ejaculating for so long.

Exhaustion begged Vert to close his eyes and drift into blissful darkness, but he fought it. But it was so hard, just like his member. He had gone on for so long. But why wasn't hungry or thirsty? He fell to his knees, with a sloppy, squishing sound, as his body sunk slowly into the viscous fluid. He could always drink his own cum...

Setting his head in a corner, Vert began to give up. It wasn't worth fighting anymore. It wasn't worth it to keep his soft, fluffy tail clean. He just wanted everything to drift away.

And it did.

Vert woke to a strong, tangy taste on his tongue. He tried to shake his head, but found light resistance.

"Holy shit..." It was the taste of his own seed in his mouth. The musky liquid came up to his chin. Vert stood up, white cum sticking to his entire body up to his head. Thank god it didn't get in my eyes. Vert thought. He cleaned himself the best he could, but still more remained on him than he got off. It had already soaked into his pride and joy, his beautiful tail. The cum came up to waist when he stood up, everything below was covered by a pool of the milky substance.

Shifting his weight, Vert felt something brush his leg. In response, an all-too-familiar buzz emanated from his genitals. Vert could feel his submerged cock was still coated in the black sheath, as was his balls. His huge, oversized balls. Feeling around his crotch, Vert found his testicles to be over twice the size they were last time. Even suspended the pool of cum, they still felt dangerously heavy.

The buzzing came again, but this time the malicious device wasted to time in pushing Vert to climax. "Oh god..." he moaned, "Please no." Vert knew what was about to happen. All he could do was lean back and enjoy the forced ride. Vert squirmed, his over stimulated and oversized balls swaying beneath him. Plunging his paw into the milky pool, Vert grabbed his cock. He didn't even know why he did it, it just felt too good. Every time was better than the last, and if this followed suit, Vert wouldn't have given it up he had a choice.

Accepting he had absolutely no control over his situation, Vert dropped what few boundaries of resistance left in his mind. He couldn't stop anything, but he could make himself climax even harder. One paw on his cock, and the other on his near-basketball-sized balls, Vert masturbated without regret. As he approached climax, the sheath around his genitals slammed into overdrive, causing Vert to scream in ecstasy. Rational thought ceased to pass though his mind, as what could only be described as the mother of all orgasms consumed Vert's body. Holding his cock, Vert could feel the immense amounts of fluid spraying fourth, even causing ripples on the surface.

Not that he noticed.

Vertigo staggered, trying his best to keep from falling face first into the rising pool of his own cum. Pleasure like he had never felt before wreaked havoc throughout Vert's body, and he was rapidly losing control. Staggering against the haze of immense pleasure, Vert lost his balance, tipped backwards, and fell into the pool with a yelp and a viscous splash. Thrashing in panic, Vert could not straiten himself. His movements were even slower than if he were in water. He struggled to find purchase on any surface. The little air in his lungs was quickly vanishing. Heart beating wildly, Vert managed to find the floor, and thrust himself upward, towards what he prayed was the surface. His prayers were answered in the longest second in his life. Vert broke the surface, gasping for air and coughing out the white slime. He kept his eyes welded shut, knowing what it was like to get cum in the eye. He found a wall, and braced himself up against it, not wanting to lose his balance again.

The chamber was filling fast. Musky fluid was still flowing freely from Vert's possessed cock. He was already submerged up to his neck, his own seed creeping farther up his body every second. He didn't dare open his eyes, but he could imagine how he looked, straining to stay above his own cum. He craned his muzzle against the tide of rising semen.

"Is this it?" Vert pondered, "Is this how I end? To drown in my own cum?" Vert lapped up some of the tart fluid. "I guess it's not that bad..." Spasming muscles in Vert's pelvis were draining his energy as fast as the tide of white was rising. He felt exhaustion one again trying to pull him under its seductive pull.

"No..." Vert pleaded to whomever could hear him, "I don't want to die." He pressed his muzzle upward into the last free air of the cell. His ears had already been overtaken, and only the tip of his muzzle remained. "Please..." he whined.

His heart pounded in his chest. This is the end. This is it. He thought, waiting for the inevitable. Seconds went by. Then minutes. Vert's soft whimpers subsided, as fear turned into wonder. Moving his arms, Vert was surprised to find them constricted by not viscous fluid, but... something else. Cloth? Vert felt his body down, still straining upwards, eyes shut. His body was drenched, but not in slime. More like sweat. Vert shifted his weight, finding he was not standing anymore, but horizontal, lying on something. He chanced opening his eyes. No burning sensation, just darkness, but a comforting, familiar darkness nonetheless. Vert sat up, looking himself down. He was lying in bed, where he last remembered being before waking that tiny cell. He threw off the covers, to find he made a mess beneath them, but (thankfully) a normal-sized mess. His male parts were also normal sized and free from any strange devices. Discombobulated, Vertigo made his way to his apartment's bathroom. He splashed his face with water a few times, trying to get a grip on what had just happened.

He was just a few seconds from a sticky, horrible end. He could swear all of it was real. Every buzz, every sensation that passed through him was just as real as the water he felt running off his fur. Inspecting his tail, Vert found it to be very normal. Matted down from sweat, but normal. He stepped into the shower, and cleaned himself up. As he was exiting, the bathroom carpet slipped from beneath him, sending Vert crashing down on his rear, injuring his tail. He went to the doctor the next day, finding that he had nearly broken his tailbone. From that day forward, Vertigo Mathius Fox stayed away from water, and any large mass of liquid, as much as possible.