Fluffsnakes
In the great magical forest, a snake decides to teach a pine marten an elaborate lesson. Eggs he wanted, and eggs he'll get, but not in the way he expects!
Wow, it's been a long time since I wrote Ferretone, so I think we're overdue for some very kinky weasely fun. Here you go! Written in Dec 2017, and tagged for m/m feral, ferretsnake and martensnake TF, eggs, oviposition, egglaying, mpreg, hypnosis, musk, plenty of cum. Mustelids are just so flexible, aren't they?
Black, orange and gold scales. The large snake was quite beautiful up close, but she also had Nall held tight in her coils and so his appreciation was lacking. The brown and cream pine marten squirmed about frantically, doing his best to get free, but behind those scales was plenty of firm muscle and so he wasn't going anywhere.
She knew what the hungry marten was looking for, sneaking around her patch of the forest like this. Eggs, always eggs, because these weasels were all the same in their foraging. On the other hand, the season was moving on and the right snake hadn't come along. She would waste a whole year, and that didn't feel right to her. Still, this fluffy creature had given her an idea, and she would try it out.
Nall's round glasses jostled as her face pushed close, so her eyes filled his view. They started to swirl, and he closed his eyelids but the pressure around him grew stronger until he reopened them, warning him away from that. No, he had no choice but to look on as the hypnosis took hold of him. The marten's mouth hung open, wiggling and struggling less as he was frozen stiff! No sound, no movement, nothing but slow breathing.
The large snake slithered around him, turning to line up her cloaca with his open muzzle, before wriggling onto the marten's face to get him good and stuck. Nall stayed where he was put, eyes looking down her body, until he felt something push against his tongue. It was an egg, warm and with a light shell. It was pushed forward into his throat by a second egg, neck bulging as he swallowed it whole. Then there was a third, and then a fourth; a constant feed pushed into the helpless weasel, who moaned and felt himself start to fill up. Snake thought she had at least twenty, and she wasn't going to stop until he had all of them. He wanted eggs, right? So he could hardly complain.
Each new egg made Nall feel heavier, and once the eighth slipped into his mouth he felt his stomach gurgle. More eggs, and his belly started to stretch and swell. The snake was patient, feeding the marten as though it was the most natural thing. His body began to respond all by itself, his tongue needily swallowing each fresh egg as his musteline cock started to emerge from its sheath, all plump and excited. After twelve eggs he looked very full, and after sixteen he looked positively gravid. Still the snake laid into him, possessed by her own needs, pleasured by the intimate tongue that teased her inside. When Nall plunged his head inside her she gave a very surprised hiss, but it didn't stop her task.
The marten had lost control, and he felt very hazy and warm all over. He'd stopped counting, but there were at least twenty inside him now. Some were pressing into his gut, and he could swear his tail and cock felt swollen as well. It felt like it might never end, but the snake laid her twenty-sixth egg and then she was done. Happy with her work, she bit down hard into his scruff to break the hypnosis, before uncoiling from the marten and letting him go.
Nall snapped back to reality, unsteadily on his feet. He seemed to be stretched out longer than usual, and certainly made much broader; he waddled oddly as he walked. The pine marten hissed at the snake for the strangeness she'd left him with, but she was already retreating back into her tree. The job was done, and although he wanted to inquire further, his feet found themselves leading him back home. The clumsy gait slowed him down, as did his shaft which still seemed very stiff. Nall's thoughts should have been on his situation, but instead they were on friskier things. No doubt he'd feel better once he was back in his treehouse.
The white ferret was asleep when Nall returned. However, that didn't last long, as the egg-carrying marten took several minutes gently working his way up into the treehouse. Most badgers could just about make it up through the tunnels in the trunk, and they tended to be large critters, but just now he was having a tough time of it. Wriggling and shifting forwards a step at a time, his head finally poked up into the first of the series of rooms that he called home, and he pulled himself out.
Some time during the ascent, Nall had changed shape. He was still full of eggs, and round at the belly, but his weasely body had been stretched out to be even longer. Now as he pulled the rest of himself into the room he was nearly three feet of fluffy snake, with little marten paws at each end and a long twitchy tail. He could actually coil up on himself, if he liked. Plus, he still had a swollen cock, made worse by all of the rubbing and sliding it had done in the tunnels.
The ferret poked his head in from the next room, hearing the arrival and smelling the familiar scent. Nall often turned up home in unusual shapes, so seeing him like this wasn't such a surprise. He squirmed as the plump fluffsnake quickly coiled around him, wound their tails together, and pressed muzzles close. The scent of musk was strong, and ferret squeaked as he was pulled along into their warm nest of straw and linen.
Nall whined loudly, and pushed the ferret nose-first down into their nest bed. The white tail draped around his neck, as an eager forked tongue began to slide inside his raised fuzzy rear. It lapped and teased, and buried itself deep as ferret huffed and panted, mouth wide and showing teeth. Shivery and helpless, the marten fluffsnake poked his slim snout deep under that tail, tongue stretching out to pleasure a little ferret and help get him nice and slick as well. Brown fur wrapped around white, snuggling them close together, and the smaller mustelid licked down Nall's long snakey body and on down to his stiff pecker.
Like their owners, marten cocks were long and slim. As ferret bathed this one with his licks, it continued to grow longer as Nall enjoyed several minutes of rimming and exploring with his own tongue, moaning and squeezing tightly. As he got more excited, the base swelled out, and it began to taper near the end. Now it was about as long as a ferret tail, and wider. The ferret had questions, but he wasn't going to get any answers just yet. The musk in the little room was strong, and the attentive licks made ferret squirm and consider where that slinky cock was going to end up.
Nall squeaked like he'd been bitten, clinging on tightly as he felt changes happen inside him, through his stomach to his groin and down his slender shaft. He pulled out of the ferret's tailhole and bit into his scruff, growling and huffing breaths into ferret fur. His cock widened further as something slid through it, and both the mustelids could see visible bumps edging down towards the tip. Were those his eggs? The fluffsnake hissed, as a new instinct took over; he pinned ferret down under his paws and upper body, then forced his swollen ovipositor inside.
It was tight, and slick; it felt scaly, and it widened quite suddenly as it slid deeper. Soreness seemed likely, but that faded into a dull warmth instead. Like a little snake inside, the cock slithered up and into ferret's gut and he felt quite stuffed. Nall was eager, his actions not entirely his own, eyes bright and green. There was such a lot to get in that it left a visible bump on the ferret's body. The first snake egg went in deeply, and the second pushed it in further still. The fluffsnake moaned, and slid himself in all the way, and held on tight as he started to lay the eggs he had.
Each one was extra warmth and weight. After the first few, the ferret felt his belly begin to stretch. The stream of eggs pulsed into his rear, each new one making him tense at the largest point. He whined, and paws scraped at the wood and straw; he bit down on one of Nall's paws, though the marten didn't seem to notice. Fluffsnake was content, laying eggs in a lovely warm spot. Six, seven, eight; how many could ferret hold? Not that there was any urge to stop.
At ten eggs ferret's belly had swelled up so much that his hind feet couldn't reach the floor. The pair whined together as Nall wriggled and moved over to his back, his long body being a cosy pillow for the white woozle. Seeing himself so gravid was a surprise, but the more he filled up the more amazing it felt. The ferret's own cock was stiffening up now; it had been so sudden, but from the deep spreading warmth and the feeling of eggs stuffed up through his tight little hole he was very excited. He wanted more.
The pressure inside was growing, and it was difficult for the fluffsnake to keep laying. The ferret heard and felt hissing as that forked tongue moved over his little white ears, before a sharp pain started in his scruff and he squealed. Ice seemed to run down his spine, and he shivered; Nall had bitten deep into his scruff, clingy paws now held tightly around his rump and under his forelegs. Marten humped, and thrusted and pushed his eggs in, at the same time he pulled and stretched ferret who felt like he might snap in two. The ferret didn't give way, though; instead his body stretched longer, and plumped up wider, giving more space for eggs to slide inside him. Each new egg made him more of a fluffsnake himself.
Subsequent eggs were still a squeeze, but they became easier. The ferret was stretchier, and bigger, and soon the pair of slinky cuties were filling up the little room with their furry bodies. Neither of them were counting eggs now, each new one stuffed into his rear and making the rest of the clutch jostle around inside. So exciting! His cock was long and wet, and those eggs were teasing him immensely as each one toyed with his little hole. Nall's tail was within reach and ferret took it, laying it against his thick poke, humping and rubbing himself. Eggs. Many eggs. So full, so needy. Maybe it'd never stop. Maybe he'd be a helpless little egg-filled tube until they came out of his mouth. He groaned, tensing around his current egg to force it against his rear, until he moaned in release and spilled his ferret seed into the marten's thick furry tail.
Nall let go of that scruff, lifted his head, and made out with the spent white ferret fluffsnake; their tongues met and curled together. Their bodies were hot, pressed against each other. That stiff egg-laying prod remained swollen and full. Then, the marten started to wiggle backwards, panting, leaving eggs in its place as his long shaft slid out. Was that all of them? It was certainly as many as he was going to lay, and now the ferret was the bigger of the pair. The dark-eyed white looked up, whining for more, certain he would enjoy just one more egg. Two more. Keep going. Don't stop.
Once Nall was almost out, instinct pushed him back in again. Arms pulled close, long body wrapped and squeezed the ferret fluffsnake, and happy lust sounded in each of his squeaks. This felt different to laying eggs, as his tip began to dribble with pre-cum. Eggs were pushed further inside, making room for his humping, back and forth he went. This felt more familiar to ferret, in as much as anything did at the moment, and he moaned and sprawled back against the wooden walls of their bedroom. He felt the marten fluffsnake grow faster and more rough; his tail bouncy and fidgety, his paws more curious and clingy across fur. He throbbed, and whined, and dripped, and then his rump felt hot and slick as Nall shot a thick load of white silky seed deep inside him.
And then another, and another. Once started, the critter had so much to give. The ferret felt pressure growing inside, bulging around the stomach, warmth flooding upwards into his body. Another thick wad sprayed inside him, coating eggs and insides. A fifth load made them both moan, and ferret felt the taste of marten cum rush along his tongue. Leaking, filling, splatting; soon he was drooling the fresh warm semen. Bloated, full, but such a satisfied ferret fluffsnake; he had lots of eggs, so much cream, and all the warmth. Even better, with all that seed inside, those young eggs had everything they needed to fertilise. He'd discover that for himself later, but for now he was just warm and cosy with his marten. Good furry fluffsnakes. It had been a busy night, and surrounded by their own scents the pair snoozed, tangled up in one another.
It was late morning before the ferret fluffsnake woke, uncurling from the sleepy marten. He felt the urge to burrow down into lower and more spacious chambers of the treehouse, finding one of the spaces which had spare bedding in it. Getting cosy there, he placed paws against the walls and whined; softly, happily, expectantly. Tail up, body curled, he laid the first of his eggs into the soft material with a squeak. It was slick and warm, white and brown, and closely followed by another with black patches. The ferret groaned and shivered tensely as his eggs started to slide back out.
The clutch was warm and wet, still shiny with marten seed as the ferret's egg-laying left a little sticky puddle beneath him. His tailhole was feeling quite warm from yesterday's action, and he gasped and shuddered as each fresh egg forced him wide. Six, seven, eight, nine; each a range of colours shared by him and Nall. Scents hung in the air as the marten fluffsnake slid his head in from up above, curious about where ferret had gone, grinning and watching from there.
A dozen eggs nestled together, and his fluffy body looked noticeably thinner as he continued to add to the clutch. Tongue out, drooling and relaxing, the ferret was enjoying his time. He remained long and snakey, with a soft little hiss to each breath and a twitchy tongue flicking out against his whiskers and nose. Good fluffsnake! He'd held onto those eggs the whole night, and now they could be nice and warm here.
Popping out, one by one. Moaning, squealing, the ferret fluffsnake simply wasn't sure how many there would be! All he knew was that it'd end at some point, probably - unless some more magic was at work, and he could hardly rule that out. Fifteen, sixteen, more; he felt more mobile and lively, though until he was finished he wasn't going anywhere. Many eggs! What a warm and weird thing Nall had gotten them into.
Twenty-five eggs he laid in the end, coiling up around them as Nall joined him and the pair licked and rubbed to clean up their clutch. Where had the last egg gone? Would they actually hatch? What would they look like if they did? So many questions, and hopefully the fluffsnakes would find out more soon enough...
-fin