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Stick Him In

Tarrex Shots: Chapter 3

For TeryxC by DolphinSanity

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As often happens, the trouble on that night started with a hole: a tight hole into which it looked like something simply wouldn't fit.

In this case, the hole under scrutiny was not of a fleshy type, but an architectural one. It was a roughly circular hole, centered at torso height in a wooden interior wall, which was located on the streetside level of an old commercial goods warehouse.

The wall did not appear to be a standard part of the building's design and was likely added after the initial construction in order to subdivide the area where it was placed. It was made of unusually sturdy wood, which appeared to have had its base inserted into a chiseled-out gap into the cold concrete floor and then cemented into place. It was about ten paces long, starting flush against a concrete structural wall and jutting outward from it like the leg of the letter T. It ran from floor to ceiling, and it served to split one of the warehouse's side rooms (where it was located) into two roughly equal halves. Access to the rear half of the room was achieved simply by walking around the wall.

As for what purpose the hole had originally served -- that was a mystery to everyone currently present.

The gray dragon called Katsu and his retinue of friends weren't technically supposed to be here looking at this hole in a wall with flashlights right now, but one of them had strong social connections with the owners and could (probably!) talk them out of trouble if they were caught. As such, the group of twelve adult males -- all horny and some inebriated -- began laughing about the hole and making increasingly lewd comments about what purposes it could have once served.

It was all just part of another silly night of adventure on the town, until one of them suggested that Katsu could not possibly fit into the hole in the wall, "due to having put on a little too much weight lately."

Not a person to take silly insults idly, Katsu told one of his friends, "Hold my goggles," and handed over those high-quality amber-colored lenses with their sturdy black straps. Then he rubbed his scaly hands together and started closely examining the hole -- sizing it up and seeming to gauge how he was going to prove his friend wrong.

When the first friend protested that he wasn't serious, Katsu stared unforgivingly back and demanded they bring him something for lubrication. "You have already injured my honor by claiming I am fat," the dragon went on to say. "Plus, half of you drank a lot already and will be tipsy within the hour. If the rest of you, but not that one" -- he pointed to the insulter -- "want a good time, you should do as I ask."

It was then that the others realized Katsu was also grumpy due to being pent up and unsatisfied... which to their minds sounded like great news, given what he was offering to try to do!

Soon, with a few hands helping him, Katsu had oiled himself up with a large amount of the same kind of lubricant he might use during sex. The night's alcohol was starting to get to some of his friends, just as he predicted, and one by one they began to cheer him on and dare him to go all the way in trying it -- as if he needed the encouragement!

With his best effort, Katsu barely managed to fit: fully exhaling, twisting himself, and pressing in hard with the leverage from his legs. He had felt the wood scraping against his scales as his chest and middle slid through to face the other half of the divided room, but it at least didn't get hung on them. His tail, rump, and everything lower were thus left exposed to the world behind, while his chest and up stuck out through the lonelier opposite side of the hole.

With Katsu's tailhole thus elevated and vulnerable, and with his friends' arousal at a peak... well...

One other friend spoke up: "Hey, Kats, I bet you can't take all of us while you're stuck in there!"

"Hah~! That will be the easy part!" said the dragon.

In the course of the debauchery that followed, Katsu had ended up with nearly all of his friends' loads inside of him, which they considered to be a fitting reward: for showing that he really could fit into such a small hole, they would fit their well-endowed bits into his hole as well. It made sense, in a drunk and horny friends-with-benefits kind of way. The one who implied Katsu was fat masturbated ashamed and lonely while the others made fun of him, although this too was somehow fine and just another night within the group's established dynamics.

One or two people would occasionally come around to hang out near Katsu's front in order to watch the looks of strain or bliss on the dragon's face as he was used to sate the others' needs. Just one friend jerked out a load on his chest instead, enjoying watching how the dragon was straining as a particularly well-endowed friend was ploughing him.

"Public use Kats~! Public use Kats~!" some of his spent friends had started to chant.

It was when they were all mostly done, with just a few "round two" types still grinding noncommittally along his rear, that Katsu finally began to realize there was a problem.

Tugging and grunting -- and feeling the slight bloat of his gut from all of the men he had taken -- Katsu said something with great disappointment:

"I'm... stuck. You're gonna have to shove me out from my front side."

So several of them tried that, while others pulled on him from the rear, but their collective competency had decreased along with the rise in blood alcohol content, and they were having trouble even getting their motions to work together. Then they would push too hard and Katsu would yelp as his scales caught on the wood. Then one of them would try applying more lube, since the scales had dried a bit during all the sex... but then someone would tug and shove at the other side of him while that was going on, disrupting the process and getting fingers pinched between Katsu and the hole...

It was a mess, and was starting to fill Katsu with both panic and exhilaration. Being actually stuck here... what if they couldn't get him out? With his hole full of all their cum and drooling like this?

No, he told himself, given enough time, they surely would manage it.

That probably would have held true... but after several minutes of trying, they heard a strange shouting sound... or at least, thought they heard it?

It sounded like someone calling out and asking them who was there. A night security patrol, perhaps. The whole group bolted from the room in confusion and ran off, except for the one who was calmly ready to explain things, but he was then confused by the seeming lack of any security guard showing up.

"Sorry Kats," that one said as he leaned back in. "The others have run off and turned stupid. I'll round them back up and return to get you out in a bit. Just sit tight."

"As if I can do anything else!" complained the dragon as he strained and shifted this way and that, still trying to pull himself out but not being able to. He was also annoyed as he stared over at where his goggles had been left in a corner of the room.

This whole time, Kats had ejaculated twice, which the others had already cleaned up for him... but the subsequent rounds of being stuck "for their public use" had made him unbearably aroused again. He had wanted to get free of the hole and maybe slip away to jerk himself to a final conclusion, but now he was just stuck there feeling the teasing frustration of his muscles working against the wood and his cock-tip brushing against the wall at times as he strove to work himself free.

How did he let himself get into this situation!? If being snugly fit into a hole like that and used from behind wasn't such a turn-on, maybe he wouldn't have been tempted to try one that was so tight a fit...

Another full minute passed like this. His fading and unsatisfied erection was slowly slipping back into the moistness of his slit. Not enough stimulation.

His friends seemed not to be coming back, so that was annoying. Had they all texted each other and agreed to leave him here overnight as a prank? What was going on!?

That was when he heard a whisper in his ear.

"Hey handsome. Seems you're a little stuck. How about you let me help?"

Being stuck in a public use hole, and having already been used plenty that evening, Katsu wasn't apt to scream just because someone snuck up on him and said something sexual. His first assumption was that it was actually one of his friends sneaking back up on him for some kind of kinky surprise.

It was a smooth, soothing voice that nevertheless had a strange quality to it. Though, he could have sworn he heard the slightest of bubble-popping sounds in conjunction with some of the b and p sounds.

Also... there wasn't anyone in the room with him. At least, there wasn't anyone on the side of the room where his ears were!

Katsu's confusion was rising, but his basic assumption remained that it must be a prank with a perfectly reasonable explanation. It was a certain sensation he felt moments later -- moist latex slipping into his rear -- that made him inhale sharply in surprise and realize something truly strange was going on.

It was cool to the touch for the sensitive, well-used walls of his bum. Katsu wasn't sure at first whether it was liquid or semi-solid. Its consistency was anything but consistent, seeming to vary at will: all the way from watery thinness to being as firm as tire rubber, plus the whole spectrum in between. The consistency was never even uniform across the whole surface of the entity and shifted constantly, creating a creeping and tingly feeling in Katsu's tailhole as the penetrating portion felt partially liquid, partially ooze, and partially solid at any given instant, the texture ever changing. Over the course of the encounter, Katsu would come to realize that changing the relative solidness of parts of itself was a factor in how the creature moved, although how it did so was a mystery.

He felt something else pressing in against him now, more properly: a texture and firmness like abs, against which his lifted tail was brushing. Then there was a grip, like from hands, which held with rubbery sureness onto Katsu's love-handles.

As the penetration of his rear deepened, the dragon felt a subtle tingle in his lower back. He did not recognize this for what it was: threads of the goo adventuring quietly through his anal walls and forming connections with the parasympathetic nerves around his spine. That tingle slowly and methodically rose until it reached his neck, at which point he had an intense feeling of social embarrassment, as if someone had just walked in on him unexpectedly in a place that was actually supposed to be private... which was initially a confusing thing to feel, because if there was one thing Katsu had no expectation of here, it was privacy!

Then a voice spoke directly into his thoughts, and he realized exactly what threshold of privacy had just been trespassed.

Don't worry... said the voice as the sloppy feelings of goo-in-rear temporarily settled down. With us, you'll only be stuck when you want to be... when we want to be. He resumed thrusting, slowly and sensually, while continuing: Like now. Stuck in our embrace, unable to escape being filled with the superior substance...

There was an ongoing shlup, shlup, shlup sound as the substance fucked Katsu's well-used hole. "You some kinda... shapeshifter?" he asked with breathy excitement.

No... I am a shape sculptor. Let me shape you, little dragon. Fill and shape, until we are so much more...

The goo in his rear plumbed deeper, making his belly bulge against the wood and emphasizing the word "fill." A rush of goo then flowed up Katsu's front, engulfing the dragon's waist and covering over his slit. A new groan of pleasure followed as that slit was pushed open: something thick, warm and flexible was pressing its way inside. A feeling of suction formed at the entrance as the intruder thrust twice to force the air out and then sealed it off with a spreading hilt of latex. Then came a series of ecstatic eye blinks and quiet moans from Katsu as the creature gave him the pleasure of having his rear and genital slit both fucked in unison: as Tarrex slammed into him from behind, the goo in his slit would pump him, with ringlike bulges forming in the external portion of the latex before more additional portions of its wet mass were hydraulically forced inside.

Katsu could feel his slit stretching and relaxing every time the goo did that. As more and more of it pumped in, overfilling his slit, he felt an increasing prickling sensation in his cock: it had become rigid inside of him and was trying to emerge through the goo -- but the substance was having a far easier time penetrating him than he was in penetrating it! He would feel his muscles flex instinctively to let his shaft come out, only to then feel a heavy blob of liquid pressure as his slit filled more and more with the latex. Within a minute of this, it no longer felt like there was a cock penetrating his slit, so much as it felt like his slit had been filled in entirely, with his shaft trapped inside.

Nothing about this process stopped the goo from bringing him pleasure, and he could hear Tarrex wetly chuckling in his thoughts. The creature seemed amused at how he writhed and struggled, his motions now more of a maddened attempt to further enhance his pleasure than any serious effort to escape. Despite the rising pressure in his slit, every inch of Katsu's shaft was tingling with fiery bliss as the goo sucked rhythmically around it, no longer exchanging air with the outside, but creating an internal rhythm of lower and higher pressure that caused the cock to feel like it was being handled by some high-tech milking machine. Between that deviously effective stimulation and how deeply Tarrex had ploughed into his rear, Katsu thought he would surely cum soon... which he would! Just not in the same way he expected.

The fiery pleasure transitioned insidiously into a prickling sensation of change. The latex fibers integrated silently with his shaft and into the soft flesh all around his slit. His long tongue flopped as he felt the raw joy of his shaft pressing forth at last, the entrance of his slit feeling especially strained as it finally emerged...

Katsu gasped at these sensations, and then breathed more slowly in awe as the latex swept ferociously up his midriff -- compressing his scaly exterior so that ample slime could rush through the briefly created opening -- and then flowed with ease up his chest.

His shaft was longer, thicker -- not merely encased with the latex as in a typical suit, but infused with it. He could feel the living symbiotic material inside his cock, whirring with energy as it teased him further. His shaft retained its usual shape -- bulbously thick at the base with a series of serrated spines on the underside, but smooth farther up and tapering to a point -- but in addition to those usual features, it now also included a series of V-shaped ridges. He could not see it, but he could feel every inch as a portion of Tarrex's mass stroked tendril-like over the length, coaxing at it and encouraging it to brush against the wall... which now felt like a wonderfully acceptable teaser for his sturdier, superior latex member...

The stuck dragon made a final half-hearted effort to withdraw himself from the hole during this period, but found himself glued in place by the slime's progress. Tarrex was not only occupying the edges of the hole, but securing it, preventing Katsu from moving so much as an inch without his permission!

But that... that was right. That was how things should be. He must let himself finish becoming one with Tarrex. Whatever was the hurry?

Within the fog of his waning individuality, Katsu felt lewdly aware that the latex entity was using his neurology to enjoy his erection. Every sensation was being fully experienced by their two overlapping minds... and that other mind was as turned on by the shared experience as Katsu was. It was fun to be stuck here, enveloped in superior latex and unable to escape, only to grow and change and shape and improve...

We make everything better, the voice in his thoughts told him. Just a moment, and this pesky hole won't even be a problem~

Yes. Not even a problem... because Tarrex would fix this. This silly hole would only be a footnote in their shared pleasure, which had only just begun.

Pride, and a strong urge toward self-adoration, pumped into Katsu's ego, inflating it much as the substance had done with his cock. He didn't need to "escape"... he needed to be powerful and break free , so that they could gaze together upon their new form.

More and more, Katsu could feel himself becoming part of that confident and predatory we , losing himself in the strong mental voice of a beautiful and starving latex dragon, who had only needed a host body to wear in order to be properly strong and handsome again.

The latex covered Katsu's neck -- swept over his eyes, hooded his head. His horns were coated in it, the substance already fusing with them and analyzing them. He intuitively realized that he now had the ability to make his horns sharp or squeaky-latex dull with a mere thought.

In unison, their thoughts ran thus: So incomplete before... but now we will be whole.

Then he stopped thinking of himself as "he" -- in the sense of, "the individual known as Katsu" -- at all.

With a grunt of smug satisfaction, the newly hosted Tarrex flexed hard, causing a latex infusion that empowered the host body's arms and torso, swelling the muscles to rippling proportions and causing the wooden wall to creak. With just a few more seconds of focus, the remaining external portion of the symbiote was absorbed, and the host dragon's muscles had swollen to cannonball sizes.

With the most casual of effort, they simply stepped forward and burst the wall open, ebony cock throbbing and glistening as they looked down and beheld their lovely, smooth form.

"Tarrex always finds a way," they said as they stroked that hard shaft and reveled in the pleasure, "because Tarrex is life~"

Seeing their gloriously improved cock made everything all the better: thick, sleek, ebony. It was so dark and smooth, yet ridged for everyone's pleasure -- theirs first and foremost. Their eight-pack abdominals and runner's thighs stood strong around it, a fortress of strength framing the beauty of their erection. The sculpted appearance extended down to their calves, their feet... ah, and their lovely arms, so perfect for smashing a face if the need ever arose, though subdual and educating others on the importance of being Tarrex was usually more their game.

They would be adored, and there would be no shortage of potential admirers to seek. They could feel the chemical record of all of the men who had fucked the dragon earlier that night: every drop of sperm plumbed from Katsu's ass had told a different genetic story. Tarrex found it amusing that so many men had played with him while he was stuck, and decided to remember their identities, just in case they ever stumbled upon one of them again. The possibilities were... amusing.

For now, however, there was a much nicer thing to do. Stroking their shaft. Enjoying themselves. Feeling the last of Katsu's semen being wadded up and preparing for expulsion, alongside the gooey tar of Tarrex's usual emission.

"Haaah, perfect~!" they said to themselves as they turned, stomped harshly on a piece of the broken wall, and let loose a long and squirty orgasm that coated what was left of the wood in oily black. Katsu's seed was visible as creamy white impurities within those globs of dark perfection. Having no fear of overstimulation and no need for a refractory period, they continued to stroke their length throughout the ejaculation, which they continued for a total of fourteen spurts simply because they felt like it. The last several pulses came out pure: blackest latex, without a trace of the old self's frailty.

Leaving their cock fully hard, they retrieved the discarded goggles and slipped them atop their head before seamlessly integrating their rubber strap into the blackness of the latex, leaving the lenses exposed for purely aesthetic reasons. They then wandered off, chuckling, to find a mirror. Admiring themselves further was of utmost importance before they tested their capabilities at finding new men to charm and fill.