Liquefaction Satisfaction
SUMMARY
Zan (male, ferret) and Tess (female, ringtail) have been hired to break into a science laboratory to steal information on a secret experiment, but things go awry when they find themselves part of the research.
Things may get a bit scary for a while, but there's no bad endings here.
Copyright 2022 (c) Kyzun Longtail.
DISCLAIMER
This is a fictional story with explicit descriptions of sexual acts involving anthropomorphized animal people. Read only if legal for you to do so, and with an open mind.
FOREWORD
A small part of this story is loosely based on an RP that I participated in many years ago. Names have been changed, of course.
As this story strives to be Anatomically and Scientifically Correct(tm) insofar as much as that is possible when dealing with fantastic anthropomorphic animals, it's time for a "The More You Know" segment!
There's no cum (semen) in the balls! A male's testicles produce sperm. Sperm are pushed up along the twin vas deferens tubes and over the top of the bladder like some anatomical rollercoaster ride, and on their way back down, they combine with other fluids from the seminal vesicles as they pass into the prostate. The prostate adds a gooey, alkaline fluid which constitutes seventy percent of ejaculate by volume, and that is what makes it into the bleach-scented goo that you think of as cum.
On an entirely unrelated note, science has shown that when a caterpillar is cocooned, it dissolves completely into goo before reforming into a butterfly. There is nothing solid left; no discernable muscles, nerves, or brain. Yet somehow, the butterfly that comes out of the cocoon retains memories of the caterpillar; it will avoid or be attracted to things for which the caterpillar had learned a similar response.
LIQUEFACTION SATISFACTION
On the outside of a slumbering town, two figures moved silently in darkness on a warm summer's night, exploring along the fenced edge of a large and imposing science facility. Above, thick clouds moved slowly across the sky, blocking out the light of that night's full moon, providing a mostly-excellent evening for stealthful activities.
"Tell me again, why are we here?" asked a female voice in the darkness.
"Shh! Keep it down," a second voice, deeper than the first, hissed in reply.
Nimble fingers in tight-fitting gloves reached into a bag they'd been carrying, and pulled out a set of metal tin-snips. With a few well-placed cuts, a piece of chain link in front of the two interlopers fell away from them, landing softly in a patch of grass on the other side.
At that moment, an errant moonbeam snuck through from above and struck the fence, the newly-cut hole, and the pair of intruders. Anyone looking right then would have seen an apprehensive female ringtail leaning over a more cocksure male sable ferret, the latter kneeling close to the ground. They were dressed from head to toe in tight-fitting, dark clothing, with only their faces exposed to the chilly night air. The ferret hastily stuffed his snips back into the cloth bag from which he'd withdrawn them.
Once the light had faded once more, the musteline fellow turned to his partner and sighed. "It's industrial espionage. You know. Stealing secrets. This lab has been up to something shady, and the folks that hired us said they wanted information."
"But Zan," worried the ringtail, "who hired us? Who are these people? How do they know something odd is happening here?"
The ferret shrugged, and looked up into his accomplice's face. His brown eyes were framed by a band of chocolate fur running from cheek to cheek, and his expression softened as he spoke. "I don't know all that, Tess. But the money they're offering is very good. Maybe enough for us to put this sort of life behind us, and go legit. You always wanted that, right?"
Tess glanced at Zan uncomfortably, crossing her legs and pulling her arms in close to her sides. Her long ringed tail whipped back and forth, further signaling her discomfort. "Of course I do. But something about it just feels off, Zan. I don't know why I feel that way. Maybe it's because the money seems too good to be true."
Zan nodded thoughtfully. "Well, we're here now. It's kinda late to turn back, and our employer won't be happy if we do. It should be a quick job, so let's get it over and done with." With those words, he ducked smoothly through the opening he'd cut, and stepped onto the manicured lawn on the other side. "Mind your tail," he added.
Tess followed, letting out a frustrated huff and tugging her tail to herself as she clambered through the fence, careful not to catch her fur or clothing on any of the sharp metal edges.
The two trespassers quietly made their way across the grass, along the edge of an asphalt parking lot, and over to the edge of a two-story building. The ferret fished a small electronics device out of his bag and set about hacking into the electronic door lock. After a few seconds, a high-pitched beep and the change of an LED from red to green indicated that the two had access to the building. The ferret placed a gloved hand on the door and swung it open, and together they went inside.
The door closed slowly behind the two, sealing with a soft click at the end. Zan whistled softly. "Easy." Tess grumbled. "We should check for security measures. Lasers, cameras."
The ferret checked within his toolbag and brought out a third tool and powered it up. It looked much like a cell phone, but Zan held it up to his face and scanned around with it, declaring after a moment, "It's clear. Not a camera or tripline in sight."
The ringtail clutched at her tail, looking uneasy; the white bands around her eyes creased with worry. "Zan, that can't be right. This is too easy. You must have missed something."
Zan handed the scanner to Tess and let her check the hallway herself. The ferret was right; there didn't appear to be any security at all. Tess gritted her teeth and handed the scanner back. "Ok. You're right. Still, this is kind of crazy."
The ferret grinned, his pink nose wiggling under his masked eyes. He patted Tess on the shoulder. "You worry too much. There will probably be security once we get into the lab. We'll keep checking. Not much to steal in a hallway, anyway. Now let's get to work."
Tess nodded reservedly and let her tail free, and the long ringed appendage snaked to the ground behind her, arched a little for balance. Quietly the two thieves eased themselves down the hall, looking for the main entry to the laboratory they were seeking.
After a few minutes of scouting, they found the door they were seeking. True to Zan's prediction, there was ample security to be found in the room; through the reinforced glass window set into the door, the two burglars could easily identify several cameras sweeping the room. They ducked to avoid being spotted.
The ferret nodded to the ringtail. "Time for you to do your stuff."
In another place...
A lean, tan-furred coyote sat slouched in a chair before a desk, eyes glancing casually over a bank of monitors. Despite being dressed in the sharp attire of night security, he appeared disheveled and quite bored, drumming the fingers of his right hand on the desk, and supporting his chin on his left palm while pressing the associated elbow to the same desk.
A dark set of claw-tipped fingers curled over the canid's shoulder, gripping firmly, and the guard jerked back to attention. "S-sorry, boss," he stammered. "It's just such a slow night."
A second hand, the partner to the first, appeared from behind the 'yote and pointed at one of the screens. The display had a small alert blinking in the corner, indicating that motion had been detected, and it was now looping over a sequence of only a few seconds. In the repeating video, there was just a momentary hint of a pointed ear poking up above a windowsill before vanishing back downward.
The owner of the two hands spoke in a low, silky voice. "The subjects have arrived. Wait two minutes, then cut all video feeds to backups. Continue to monitor the situation. Note that only one of them is male, so it is very important to keep track of which is which."
The coyote nodded vigorously, suddenly alert and attentive. "Got it."
The two figures sat in the quiet room, illuminated only by the soft glow of the displays, and counted down two minutes. With no signs of any further activity on any of the screens, the guard reached forward and flipped a switch. Each monitor switched to another camera hidden somewhere in the room being monitored. On several of the screens, the ferret and ringtail were clearly visible.
"Wow!" the 'yote exclaimed.
The silky voice chuckled. "They're professionals, alright. But so are we."
Zan and Tess stood in the center of the large laboratory room, trying to decide where to begin. They were unaware that several cameras, dormant and without power just moments before, had sprung to life and they were now being recorded.
"Where do we begin? This room is huge," Tess murmured.
The ferret looked back and forth, and nodded. "Indeed. We'll just need to scout it from both ends. You take one side, and I'll take the other. We'll meet in the middle if we don't find anything at first. Just signal when you find something."
Tess blinked. "But what are we looking for?"
Zan shook his head. "Don't know. Contact said we should know what to do when we see it. Could be records on a computer system. Could be some specialized equipment. Just don't touch anything before calling me over, and watch your tail, and we'll be fine."
The femme ringtail hissed, with her ears folded back. "Zan! Just stop. You don't have to keep rubbing it in. It was just one time, and that was long ago."
The ferret shrugged at her, his masked face hiding some concern. "Sorry. It's just... so much is riding on this, Tess. You know we can't afford to lose this one."
Tess nodded. "I know. Just drop it, ok?"
"Sure thing," Zan replied, pointing across the room. "I'll start at that corner. You go to the opposite one. First one to find the prize gives a shout."
Each of the trespassers slipped quietly towards their designated corners, and then began to weave back and forth along the aisles of the workshop, looking for whatever seemed like it might have value for their mysterious sponsor.
In the darkened security room...
The 'yote guard cringed. "Sir, I don't see how this is going to work, they're splitting up."
White teeth glimmered in the shape of a smile in the darkness behind the guard's seat. "Patience."
Zan stared at the strange machinery in the laboratory, but struggled to find anything that seemed easily liftable. He paused to stare up and down at one of the strange machines that lined the aisle, but couldn't make sense of what it might do.
The device seemed to have some sort of cone at the top, angled down into a tall, cylindrical glass chamber. The space inside looked to be over two meters high and at least a meter in diameter. "Some sort of gas or liquid pressurization chamber?" he mused aloud. The whole thing seemed quite solid, with no panels that he might pry open so that he might remove any valued circuit boards or crystals. The ferret turned and continued on his way, making mental notes about other things he saw, but still not finding anything that seemed right to take for the job.
At the reverse end of the lab, Tess was also winding back and forth feeling frustrated, her long tail flicking back and forth but staying carefully within a two foot boundary away from the edges of the walkway. Here, she could see mostly an assortment of low laboratory countertops set against high divider walls, each space filled with typical laboratory equipment, with nothing of particular value. As she neared the center of the room again, however, one thing did stand out. Wedged between counters along one side of the aisle, there looked to be a large, steel rectangular box. It seemed like it might be some sort of refrigerator. Try as she might, she couldn't find a way to open it, and so she wandered on, muttering how it must be full of half-eaten lunches and "science experiments gone wrong."
Meeting in the middle of the room, the two interlopers sighed and paused for a moment.
"Well," Tess volunteered, "perhaps we should each continue on? Check for things the other might have missed."
Zan nodded. "Yeah. That's all we can do, really. I can't believe there weren't any computers in here. And all the machines seem so... seamless. There's nowhere to stick a prybar edge. I wonder how they maintain any of this?"
Tess shrugged, and continued on to the path that Zan had just completed. Zan took a deep breath, exhaled, and moved on as well, passing by the strange refrigerator without giving it a second look.
In the security room...
A dark-furred paw hovered over a small button on a remote control held by another dark-furred paw, as two sets of eyes watched every step taken by the ringtail.
As Tess approached the large glass cylinder that had intrigued her partner, she did not notice that one of the floor panels along the aisle had quietly risen a few centimeters above level with the rest of the floor. Her foot came down just before the edge, and when she shifted her weight to that foot and swung the other forward, she tripped, falling forward. Immediately, her tail whipped away from its carefully maintained safe position as the ringtail's reflexes kicked in, seeking to regain balance. The ringed appendage curled around the last thing she had seen in her peripheral vision, latching onto a thick lever jutting out of the wall. The lever shifted with a heavy click that could be heard throughout the large room.
"Oh, shit," thought Tess.
"Oh, shit," thought Zan.
In a split second, three things happened: First, the glass cylinder dropped into the floor. Second, the wall next to Tess sprang forward for a moment, knocking her into the space previously enclosed by the cylinder. Third, the cylinder sprang up from the floor again, trapping the ringtail inside.
Zan sprang into action, hurling himself at full speed back in the direction from which he'd come. Turning a corner and lurching forward, he did not expect that the large refrigerator-like box would have opened, and that its wide door would be blocking the aisle.
He ran straight into it.
Once again, three things happened in rapid succession. First, from within the door, two metal arms extended, and latched a metal ring around the ferret's neck. Second, the arms lifted up, hoisting Zan into the air so that his feet dangled beneath him. Third, the door slammed shut, trapping Zan in the dark within the steel enclosure.
Tess pounded on the smooth glass walls of the cylinder for a minute before slouching backwards, defeated. She looked around for any sign of Zan, but saw none; surely he would have picked up on the noise when she'd accidentally pulled on the lever? Then she cursed at her tail. She was sure she'd been so careful, and now here she was, on display in some giant glass tube.
Taking a deep breath, she assured herself that Zan would eventually come back looking for her, and would find a way to get her out. She covered her eyes with her hands in embarrassment, thinking about what the ferret would have to say about her tail getting her in trouble again. Could she ever live it down?
Above the distressed ringtail, the point of the cone aimed towards her head began to hum, and the air in the cylinder started to glow. The noise and light were quite faint at first, intensifying slowly, and Tess only noticed them after a few minutes. Fruitlessly, she beat her paws against the glass wall again, and scratched at it with her claws, crying out for Zan.
In the darkness within the steel box, the arms that had grabbed Zan by the neck let go of him, letting him drop to the floor, but not without leaving the ferret's neck encircled by a tight, shiny metal collar. He tugged at it with all of his might but could find no way to remove it, and while he couldn't be certain without light and a mirror to look into, he couldn't feel any seam in the material.
While struggling with his new collar, a different set of arms emerged from the back of the box. Several of these wrapped around the ferret and restrained him, holding his arms and legs in place, while another pressed against his side. He felt a brief pinch-like pain followed by a sensation of cold spreading through his veins as a needle jabbed into him and injected a frigid substance.
In front of the ferret's eyes, a small rectangular screen began to glow. As it powered on, the sudden brightness made Zan blink a few times, but then his eyes went wide as he focused on the image; on the small monitor, he could see Tess, trapped in the glass cylinder, with a bright light shining all around her.
Tess was becoming frantic. The light around her had reached an intensity that forced her to shut her eyes. Pounding and screaming at the glass, she sobbed loudly, unaware at first that the cone above her head had begun to descend, yet staying equidistant from the top of her head.
As the cone lowered from above, Tess was shrinking proportionately to the remaining space in the tube, her clothing and hacker's kit shrinking along with her. Starting from just under two meters, within a minute she was down to half that size. And the cylinder kept going lower, and lower. It came to a stop only when the ringtail, pressed up against the edge of the glass and still hammering furiously at it, stood only a few centimeters tall. The humming stopped abruptly, and the light faded. Tess cautiously opened her eyes, and looked around, astonished to see how big everything around her had become.
Then she fainted, and fell to the ground.
Zan had watched every bit of what had happened, unable to look away; the camera for the feed to his little screen had stayed perfectly centered and zoomed in on Tess as she had shrunk to her new tiny size.
The ferret's attention snapped back to himself for a moment. His heart was thumping in his chest, and he felt a little light-headed. He was also intensely aroused, though terrified by what he had observed. Whatever he'd been injected with, it was having a powerful aphrodisiac effect; his pants were tented out uncomfortably, and he struggled against the metal arms holding his arms in place.
Zan felt a tugging at his waistline, then heard a brief, loud buzzing noise. His pants fell to the floor in a heap of shredded fabric; one of the mechanical arms within the box had cut his clothing off of him. Next he felt something brushing against his erection, and after a few attempts at lining up, he sensed a cool glass device slipping over his hard-on, pressing down until the rim nestled firmly against his sheath. Within, a much smaller tube extended forward, nudging to the tip of the ferret's cock. Zan felt cold lubricant squirting onto the head of his penis just before the narrow tube began to slide forward slowly, spreading his urethra and slipping inside.
The ferret cried out and the glass catheter stopped advancing. Minutes went by as he stood there, immobilized within the box, heart thumping and terror in his eyes. He could see Tess still laying asleep at the bottom of the cylinder. Nothing changed. Everything was still. Gradually, he began to calm down, and then the tube nudged into his penis a bit more. He screamed in terror again, it stopped again, and the ferret slumped against his bonds, gasping, hoping that the cycle would not repeat.
Zan could feel the blood in his cock pulsing from the drug he'd been given, and his shaft squeezed around the thin glass intrusion. It wasn't really painful, but the ferret was frightened, and did not want to be the subject of whatever experiment it seemed was being performed on him. He glared at the screen, and at his friend passed out in the glass cylinder, and sobbed.
In the security room...
The coyote studied Zan's information being transmitted from his collar. "Vitals look good. Tracking component is operating within parameters. Host ready, sir."
The silky, almost oily voice of his superior oozed over him. "Good. Time to prepare the other one."
Checking in on Tess, the dark figure standing behind the guard could see that she was now just 2cm tall and unconscious on the floor of her enclosure. Reaching forward and tapping a button on the console before him, he watched as the floor under Tess separated into five panels that dropped slightly then slid outward beneath the floor, with a hole widening in the center.
Beneath the cylinder's floor there was a large funnel, and beneath that waited a small test tube, angled slightly and held by a metal clamp. Tess' prone body slid down the side of the funnel, into the tube, and down the wall of the tube. Towards the bottom, her feet slipped into a bluish-clear gel. The clamp holding onto the tube twisted it into a vertical position, and began to vibrate; Tess' body continued to sink, and after a few moments, she was fully immersed in the faintly blue-colored goop.
The clamp continued to vibrate, and from the side, a bright green beam of laser light struck the tube, making the contents fluoresce intensely. This continued for about thirty minutes until the laser finally shut off, and the glow stopped, and all that could then be seen in the tube was a faintly pink, milky substance. No sign remained of the ringtail.
The arm holding the clamp retracted, turned 90 degrees, and slotted the tube into a conveyor device before releasing it. The tube whisked away into the darkness beneath the lab.
Within the steel "refrigerator," Zan had seen everything that had happened to Tess from the screen in front of him; as she had sunk into the blue gel, he had struggled with all of his might against his bonds, but only in vain. Exhausted, but still very horny from the injection pulsing through his system, he could still feel the hard glass tube inserted in his penis. He was thankful that it had not pushed in any further, but panicked over not knowing what it was there for. Exhausted from his exertion in trying to escape, he barely noticed a series of clicks from under the box, and the whirring noise that followed.
But Zan snapped to his senses and shouted in alarm when he felt a sensation of wet warmth pulsing through the tube into his cock, squirting something thick and gooey up inside of him. Staring at the monitor before him in horror, he could see the flask in which Tess had been dissolved. Only a thin residue remained on its sides; the rest of the pinkish liquid had just been pumped up through a clear tube and injected into Zan's straining erection.
"Tess!" he cried.
Another metal arm pressed up against Zan's side, and he felt the sting of a second needle, and moments later he fell asleep.
In a fitful dream, Zan returned to when he had met Tess. He'd marked her as a target on a dimly lit street for a quick theft. It seemed straightforward; the well-dressed ringtail seemed way out of place and an easy mark. But upon further observation, he noticed just how lost she was, and how she kept glancing around nervously, and how the fur under her eyes was streaked and matted from her tears.
His heart melted, and instead of grabbing her purse and racing into a dark alley, he reached out to comfort her.
Over a simmering dinner of noodles and broth, Tess confided in him about her situation. She'd been raised in a well-to-do family, but they'd been very controlling and protective of her, and as a result she had grown up without any close friends. Her focus had always been on what her father had wanted her to be: a doctor. Her true passion with electronics and computers had been sidelined in favor of thick tomes filled with medical terminology and diagrams. Though she became book smart in such things, when it came time to pursue her degree in a foreign country she became overwhelmed with her insecurities, and she failed out of university.
When she phoned her parents they told her to never come home. They disowned her.
Zan had been taking care of Tess ever since; she'd become his partner, he with the street-smarts, she with the electronics skills. They'd made a good team, and over time, had become lovers.
Tess awoke groggily and with some confusion. She didn't seem able to open her eyes. Her body felt slick and very warm, like being wrapped in a greased blanket in a sauna. She wasn't sure how much time had passed since she had fainted; the last thing she could remember was hammering futilely at the glass wall that had entrapped her, as intense light and sound vibrated around her and her body shrank to a tiny size.
In contrast to that, the warm, wet darkness felt somehow comforting and safe. She tried to reach out with an arm to feel about, and the sensation of movement seemed strange; she was quite certain that her arm was there, and she could sense the pressure of a wall against her hand, but everything felt weird and slippery and not really solid.
And all around her, Tess could feel a steady, rhythmic thumping; it massaged and soothed her with regular, gentle squeezes. She pressed her hand against the wall again, and slowly spun herself in a circle. That confirmed things; she was still in a tube or pipe of some sort, but unlike a hard glass cylinder, the walls of this space were soft and pulsating.
She also sensed that she was submersed in some sort of thick liquid, though she did not seem to be drowning.
Experimentally, she tried giving a kick with her leg, and felt herself move headwards along the tunnel. With a second kick, she felt certain she had moved forward a little more. Having no better idea of what to do, she began scissoring her legs and whipping her tail repeatedly, swimming along the strange throbbing passageway.
At first, moving forward felt like it was moving downward, but after a little while Tess felt the path make a slow U-turn upward. Beyond, the heat and pulsating seemed to be a bit more intense, but not uncomfortably so, and so she continued upward for a bit until she came to a place where things widened a bit and it seemed there were multiple ways to continue. The path directly forward seemed to narrow quite a bit, and she wasn't sure how she might fit through. To the sides there were two more options, a left tunnel and a right tunnel, both continuing upward but at an angle. These were a bit narrower than before, but still not as tight as the way straight ahead.
Tess decided to take the right-side path. She was surprised at how easily she was able to fit into it; it seemed like her body was thinning and elongating in order to slip in. With a few lazy kicks of her legs and a few more flexes of her tail, she delved into the strange opening.
This new pathway seemed much less gooey than the first tunnel; it was less viscous and more watery, and Tess found it easier to make her way forth. Soon the tunnel leveled out and turned back downward again, angling steeply, and here she found herself swimming against a thin current traveling back the other way. It seemed a bit like swimming down through a pool of tiny water balloons; it tickled, and she softly giggled as she made her way deeper and deeper into the unknown.
Zan woke with a slight headache and blurry vision. Rubbing at his eyes, he glanced blearlily about his surroundings. He was laying on a thin and uncomfortable mattress in what appeared to be a small hospital room. Turning his head, he felt a slight tightness around his neck, and he reached up with his hand and found a metal collar secured there.
Everything about the night before returned to him in a flash, and he sat up straight and wide-eyed. Checking over himself quickly, he found himself completely naked except for the metal ring about his neck.
His toolbag was sitting by the room's door. He scrambled off of the bed, which he now saw to be a medical gurney, and grabbed his satchel and rummaged through it; everything was there, and nothing appeared to have been added. Checking the door he found it to be unlocked. He opened it cautiously and peeked out into the hallway.
It was the same hallway that he and Tess had walked through to enter the laboratory. It appeared to be completely empty without a soul in sight. Zan's thoughts returned to his partner. There was no point in looking for her in this facility now; he knew she was with him, inside of him, whatever remained of her. His tail sagged between his legs, his ears drooped, and he felt a growing sense of nausea inside of his stomach, but he knew he had to escape. He had to focus on that first; he could grieve later.
Mustering his courage, the ferret dashed straight for the exit, slamming into the door and throwing it open with all of his power, flinging himself outside without a second thought.
To the east, the first rays of sunlight were just starting to strike the tops of the trees; a new day was dawning.
Holding his toolbag in front of him to protect his modesty, Zan dove through the hole in the fence and disappeared into the woods as quick as his feet would carry him.
He did not notice the small camera drone that hovered after him, following the beacon in his collar.
As Tess continued along the rightmost path, her surroundings seemed to cool off a little, but the throbbing of the walls quickened and everything began to shake quite suddenly. There was nothing to grab onto, and so she sank rapidly within the strange dark tube until it began to weave about and branch off in many directions.
Here, there seemed to be a great many openings connecting into one, and with the myriad directions she might travel, Tess knew she could easily get lost if not for the stream of the tiny little balloon-like things; they tickled all around her as they swam past.
With the rapid thumping and swaying continuing unabated, Tess hunkered down as best as she could, pressing herself into a corner.
Eventually the rapid movement stopped, and after a little while, the pounding began to slow.
Mulling over her predicament, Tess formulated a guess about where she might be. With her past studies in anatomy, she realized that the constant thrumming of the walls could only be a heartbeat; from there, it wasn't too hard to figure the rest out.
She had also noticed that the space she occupied seemed to be ever-so-slowly getting tighter; the effects of the shrink-ray were beginning to wear off. She realized would need to make her exit soon.
"May as well make it fun, right?" she asked herself.
Tess focused on her body and expanded her liquid form outward, pressing herself to the pulsating walls, and began slowly stroking and undulating herself against them.
Zan had arrived home, unaware of the device quietly humming along in the air behind him. Home was a dingy, abandoned apartment, but he and Tess had made a place of their own there, and with Tess' engineering skills, they had managed to even get some power running, taking a small feed off of the local grid, quite surreptitiously. Zan flopped into his makeshift bed and pulled a torn blanket over his head.
While the ferret was preoccupied, the little drone that had slipped in behind him quietly settled onto a shelf and powered down its motor, stealthily focusing its camera on the room.
Zan fervently wished that the past day could be undone, that he had listened to Tess, that she could be there by his side.
On the verge of tears, he sank into his worn mattress and closed his eyes.
But his body seemed to have other ideas. As he lay there murmuring to himself, he felt a stirring in his loins, and found himself moving his hand down to his groin to cup at things. This feeling wasn't at all like when he'd been drugged the night before; that had made him slightly disoriented, and while it aroused him, he didn't feel any particular sense of pleasure from it.
In contrast, this sensation was very enjoyable, with a soft and gentle stirring within his ballsac radiating outward through his hips and making his cock stiffen within its cover.
The ferret sat up a bit, pulling his blanket back down. He began to stroke himself lightly, catching his thumb upon the lip of his sheath and tugging it down a little. This exposed the tip of his shaft to the warming morning air, and he slipped a fingertip over the pink, gliding the pad slowly back and forth to further arouse himself. His heartbeat began to quicken.
As the thrumming around Tess began to rise in tempo, she felt confident that her actions were having the desired effect on her host, her friend and mate Zan.
She was still growing, and as the space constricted her body, she found that she could stretch herself much thinner and spread herself into multiple ducts and vesicles. Her liquid form seemed infinitely elastic, andas the minutes passed and the throbbing around her intensified, she set about filling every nook and cranny of the ferret's testicle.
Having completely stuffed the right nut, the liquid ringtail began to expand back the way she had come, slowly rising through the vas deferens, pushing slow swimmers ahead of her along.
The heat and pressure around her intensified, and the rhythmic pulsing of Zan's heart quickened further.
Zan's erection was now standing at full and he had wrapped his hand around it, stroking frantically. He'd never experienced such a desperate need for release before; every ounce of his being tensed, and he oscillated his thumb rapidly along the top of his cock while squeezing tightly and jerking with the rest of his hand. He placed his other hand under his swollen balls and curled his fingers up behind them; he petted and prodded at his nuts, balancing them on his fingertips while marveling at how unusually full they felt.
He was so close. And then he closed his eyes, and thought of Tess. For a moment he was afraid that he would become lost in sadness and loneliness again, stuck horny and depressed and sleepless. But that didn't happen; his body quivered and quaked sharply, and he was wracked with the hardest orgasm of his life. Thick jets of white sprayed from his throbbing shaft, drenching his tummy-fur along with the blanket still wrapped close about his waist. With his climax caught in a ray of morning light shining through the window, Zan didn't notice that his seed had just the faintest, pinkish hue.
He expected it to stop after a few moments, but it didn't. He kept cumming and cumming for nearly a minute, spasming to the point of exhaustion with his eyes wide at the volume of goo that he was producing. Once it was finally over, he exhaled sharply and collapsed backward, his belly thoroughly soaked from all of the fluid that had sprayed out of his spasming cock.
While the ferret lay there gasping, the cum he'd spent began to bubble and contract, taking on a small but distinctly ringtail-shaped form.
Tess blinked and looked around, taking in her surroundings and adjusting to the light. Then she smiled and sloshed forward, gushing over the ferret's navel and rolling up his chest until she was situated between his nipples. Extending her arms out, she grabbed the two pink nubs and tweaked them simultaneously.
Zan cracked his eyes open, and his jaw dropped.
He saw the gelatinous and miniaturized form of Tess smiling back at him, waving a sloppy paw in the air while her tail swished happily and soggily behind.
The two mates celebrated their strange reunion, sharing what each had experienced between sobs of joy. While they were distracted, the little drone that had been observing them powered its rotors back up and hovered away.
Three days later...
Tess had grown back to her full size but was still quite liquid. While she had extensive control over her own form, grasping anything solid had proven to be quite difficult, and though she and Zan had found a few new ways to enjoy her fluid abilities, the novelty of her circumstance was quickly fading. Zan still had a metal ring about his neck; he had tried unsuccessfully to remove it, but had been unable to leave even a scratch upon its shiny surface. He had given up out of concern that he might injure himself.
The ferret and ringtail were sitting down to their evening meal; Zan was eating with a bent fork while Tess was simply absorbing her food into her hand. In the midst of their dinner, Zan's phone buzzed and a notification popped up. The ferret glanced over at it while chewing on a mouthful, then coughed and spewed half-masticated noodles all over Tess. The debris vanished as it sank into her shimmering body and she giggled.
"What is it?" she inquired.
Zan held up the device and showed it to his mate. Her gooey jaw hit the floor - literally.
> 50k credits wired to your account for your successful mission <
> For the antidote and to remove your collar, please visit again! <