Sentience
Sentience
Solstice's face scrunched and distorted as screeching sound waves invaded his ears from the invasive alarm clock at his nightstand. The uninvited sound acted was like a beyond-angry mother dragging her screaming child out of a grocery store, and the light blue and light pink hued skunk really wanted to be in the candy isle. He growled firmly as his eyes flickered open unwillingly, filling his vision with a morning haze that seemed to act as a filter and looked as though he were looking through a very thin sheet of wax paper. He blinked his heavy eyes a few times to clear his vision while the alarm continued to yell obnoxiously in his ears, to which resulted in a firm angry fist smashing down on the 'off' button, as if the machine had personally insulted his mother.
With the alarm taken care of, the mephit sat up in a drowsy stupor, knowing full well that every second he lay in bed 'recovering' was a second closer to falling back asleep. He let a particularly long yawn escape and stretched out his limbs with it, proceeding both with a low grumble. He wasn't exactly a morning person to begin with, and this particular morning was not interested in making his battle go any smoother.
Duty fell ahead of his own want, however, as he knew that he had a particularly tight and important schedule ahead of him. With this fresh in mind, he tossed the warm blankets aside and grumbled yet again as the cooler air washed over his form. Reaching down to tug off his white panties, the dreary skunk let his paw wander further down out of faint curiosity and was greeted by the familiar lack of bulge that made him so particularly unique, along with the copious amount of liquid that, as he soon realized, soaked the panties.
"Damnit, I just got these!" He growled to himself with a great irritation before continuing in thought. Well at least SOME part of me wanted to get up.
Solstice hefted himself up, careful not to get the bed any wetter than it probably already was. He stood up and stripped himself of his now ruined underwear and wandered to the door. Thankfully, the mephit didn't have to worry or bother too much about wandering around his house in his sleep-drunken stupor due to living alone, but it irritated him all the same. He swung the door to his room open and walked slowly to the bathroom with various grumbles being emitted from his still drowsy muzzle. He grabbed himself a washcloth and patted it softly around his dampened slit before tossing it lazily in the shower stall for future use.
The odd-hued skunk continued, naked, out his bathroom and into the living room where he grumbled, "On...". His television flickered on in an instant and awaited further command as he continued on into his kitchen, finding even more irritation of his bare footpaws' claws clicking on cold tile. He stopped a moment and turned his head to back in the direction of the T.V.
"Channel eight, volume fourteen." He growled lowly, and the machine abode, which forced a smile on the skunk's face.
Man, I love technology.
He listened idly to the news while sifting through his cabinets to discover where he had put the cereal he bought the previous day. Despite the highly sensationalized and bias delivery, it was like ritual to him to at least try and be relatively informed about what was going around him. Retrieving the cereal, he reached to a more familiar cabinet to grab a bowl, and poured himself some. He set the box aside and rummaged briefly through his refrigerator for milk, and promptly poured some in on top of the cereal before rummaging through another drawer for a spoon and taking a few spoonfuls.
The news was less interesting than usual, and apparent that they were reaching for material in the midst of a very dull day. He cared nothing for pointless localized dribble about some woman's cat, that would not effect him in the least. He shrugged and continued eating, deciding to keep it on for background noise at the least. The topic changed at last, and Solstice felt relieved, at least, that he had only caught the end of that miserable train wreck of a story. He caught the word 'rape', and felt a great deal more interested, followed by a slight feeling of guilt that he preferred hearing about rape than cats.
The feeling of guilt increased as he felt his breathing deepen. He growled lowly both in irritation and frustration at the realization that whatever lust that had been pent up during the night was not going away so easily. His body needed relief, regardless of place and time, and he was in no place to argue any more. The skunk's mind justified that it would be sure to make him more awake, at the very least. He tossed the now empty bowl in his sink and sank back against the counter for support, huffing a large sigh while tracing a claw on his left paw down his definitely male, though androgynous and lithe framed chest and stomach. The self-teasing enticed him briefly before eagerness won over and his pawdigits moved much lower to rub along his dampened fur and lips. The cotton-candy colored skunk arched his back as he spread the lips, his claw teasingly rubbing his clit. Writhing in pleasure, he couldn't stand it anymore. The pent up boy closed his eyes and groaned, pushing a pawdigit firmly, but gently, inside his own wet depths while continuing to rub his clit. He huffed deeper and let his tongue hang out in pleasure before flickering his eyes open momentarily. Unfortunately for his own lust, it was long enough to catch a glimpse of the clock looming overhead.
"Fuck! Ten already?!" the skunk yelled, slipping his paw from his sex quickly while scampering quickly off to the bathroom. Toe-claws clicked on tile as he padded about the bathroom, turning the shower on to let it warm. He scowled at his misfortune of having to let his mood linger in it's heightened state.
"On..." His voice trailed as a screen flickered both on the glass of the shower stall door and the mirror he now found himself facing.
It's really going to be one of THOSE days isn't it...
"...new cases of three women reportedly raped in their showers by an unknown assailant emerged today, bringing the number of reports to five women."
The skunk grumbled out in displeasure at the screen and growled, "Next.". The screen obeyed and flickered to the next channel.
"The victims share the common trait of not being able to remember anything about their assault other than it's occurrence. It is suspected that some form of memory erasing is being used, and the rapist seems to only rape women of..."
"Off..." He grumbled loudly at the television, causing the screen to flicker off quickly, as if scared by the growl in his voice. Solstice cared about knowing what was going on in the world, but he had no interest in hearing about these ratings-booster news stories, nor did he have the time to bother. If television was going to provide no solace in his rushed state, he would have none of it. The mephit rushed himself from the sink to the shower stall, letting out a long sigh as the warm water quickly soaked his soft fur. He considered it a crucial moment of relaxation, as he knew the rest of his day would have none of it. The mephit stood there for a few moments taking in the feeling of hundreds of droplets of water flowing in and down his fur, washing away the grimy morning feeling along with most of the stress of his compact day, at least for the moment. He sighed deeply at it's soothing feeling, taking in the moment without worry or fear for time.
When he felt the moment had passed, he grabbed his huge bottle of shampoo and doused himself with it. The skunk began to scrub himself head to toe, taking his time to enjoy the relaxing feeling the it gave him. Each scrub felt like a massage to his skin, and even though the process took quite some time he took great pride in the end result of having flawlessly soft fur. Sol finished scrubbing down to his stomach, closed his eyes and let his head roll back and emit a long, deep sigh. It was then he began to feel a very soothing, slick, warm feeling travel slowly up his leg.
At first, he didn't question the feeling given how soothing it was. He figured it was his leg falling asleep for one odd reason or another. It wasn't until the feeling snaked it's way to his rather thick thighs that he decided to look down to catch the sight of a very blue, shiny, liquid appendage snaking it's way up his leg from the shower drain below. Solstice jumped in panic, trying to escape the grasp of whatever it was. The appendage gripped tighter, holding his leg in place, to which made him panic even more while wondering what sort of thing could possibly be that strong AND liquid at the same time.
"What the hell?!" He yelled, panicking further, which seemed to cause the creature to work faster. As the skunk began batting at the strange liquid with a paw, another tentacle wrapped it's way up Solstice's other leg quickly, both of them stopping around his thigh area, keeping him firmly in place despite the skunk's struggle. Eventually his struggling waned and he was forced to submit, panting and scared, to regain his strength.
"Somebody HEL-ung!" The scared mephit yelled, but was cut off by another tentacle snaking up and shoving itself swiftly into his maw before he could react the least bit. He let out a surprised yelp and tried to bite down instinctively on the invading appendage, which proved only to teach the skunk of it's sludge-like consistency, and did nothing to help his situation. The tentacle began to force it's way deeper down Sol's throat with very audible sloshes and messy noises, which made the helpless skunk gag with every inch and whimper out. The adrenaline surge he had moments ago was wearing off and was being replaced by worry fueled by sheer confusion of the situation.
The creature seemed to realize this at the exact moment the skunk did, and stop it's invasive thrusts down into him. The skunk could feel the appendage half-way down his throat throb against it's walls. Solstice, however, did not exactly find this relaxing, and began to squirm, flail and pull at the tentacle trying to make it's way into him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw something of a dark purple hue travel up the tentacle to his mouth, which made him struggle even more. He had no intention of waiting to find out what it was.
Soon enough, however, the liquid oozed out the tip of the appendage and slid down his throat. Solstice figured the creature oozed about of pint of it into him before it slowly slid out of his maw while leaving some of the purple, sludgy ooze messily over his muzzle. The skunk gasped out desperately to catch his breath before curiously licking at the ooze on his muzzle. It tasted rather bitter and earthy, but not all that unpleasant to him. He found himself rather liking it, even. He let out a soft, approving churr at the taste, and noticed his panic quickly begin to fade.
He was still afraid, but was quickly finding himself more intrigued and interested in what was going on and didn't feel as strongly for escaping as he did moments ago. Soon after the change in opinion, Sol felt his movement and memory was hazy and lax, as if the skunk was baked out of his mind. He giggled like mad at this, and his tongue sagged out of his mouth, drooling purple goo. He shook his head and tried hard to gather his thoughts, though doing so felt harder than anything he ever had to do before.
"What are you doing to me...?" He managed to get out, looking mostly confused at the hovering tentacle in front of his face. The baffled skunk felt a few more tentacles begin to wrap themselves around his chest and arms until the skunk could only so much as wiggle back and forth, even if he had the willpower to try and escape. The upper tentacles tugged the skunk forward to lean against the while while the lower ones spread his legs apart. Solstice began to get worried again as the tentacles wrapped around his thighs continued upwards, snaking painfully slow across his sensitive inner thigh as if teasing the skunk before the two split off.
The appendage around his right leg snaked around his front slowly and rubbed along his slit. With an equal amount of worry and pleasure, the skunk let out a low moan while trying to hold back his feelings of lust that were surging back into his body. Looking down, he could see his slit oozing sex fluids down to the tentacle, which seemed to simply absorb into the goo. Solstice bit his lip and tried with all his might to keep himself from enjoying the treatment, but found himself fighting a losing battle against his pent up lust, and the constant urge to sink into a drunken, high state of bliss.
The tentacle around his left leg slithered up and around his bottom heavy frame, curving around a rump cheek before slithering teasingly between cheeks against his hole, and around to the other cheek. Solstice found his grip on logic waning as the creature teased and taunted him. He knew exactly what the creature was going to do to him, and the creature seemed to know just what the skunk wanted. Although the mephit craved what the creature gave him, he hardly knew if it was him that really wanted it, or the debilitating fluid he ingested earlier. Deep down he figured it didn't matter anyway, at this point.
The mephit's attention turned back to the tentacle behind him as it gripped his hips and tugged him back against the wall firmly before releasing and doing it once more. The tentacle in front snaked up along his belly to his bellybutton before rubbing along it's sides. He saw the tentacle that was still in front of his face slide down to the other side of his belly before the two began slithering and tugging along it. Something in Solstice's mind clicked and he realized the tentacles weren't trying to tease him at all... they were inspecting him.
"Oh dear," He let out with a deep pink blush. "You think I'm a girl, don't you?"
He looked down at the tentacles in the realization as they snaked further up his form to his nipples. The tips of appendages seemed to shift as they pressed against his nipples and began to 'suck' onto the most sensitive part of him firmly, making the cuntboy blush that much further. The skunk moaned out as his nipples thickened up from the attention.
"You m-must think I'm a... very flat-chested girl, then..." Solstice's voice trailed as he giggled to himself in a drunken stupor as the liquid he ingested took more of a hold in his inhibitions. The skunk groaned loudly as the tugging on his sensitive nipples heightened his lust, but just as he was getting into the act, the tentacles slithered quickly and retreated down to their original position in holding the skunk's legs down, as if satisfied with their findings. This worried and intrigued the skunk yet again.
Solstice whimpered as the creature sat idle for a number of long moments. He eyed the creature suspiciously and closely as a single gooey tentacle raised up from the drain and inched closer to his sex. At this point, however, the mephit was too pent up and high on whatever the creature had forced into his gullet, that he cared less that the creature was raping him, and more about getting off.
The creature wasted no time, much to Sol's relief, and pressed the thick appendage into his sex, and at the same steady pace began to push is deeper and deeper into his body, stretching his insides to it's limit. The suddenness of it made Solstice gasp out, wide eyed, and follow with a long mix of a moan and sigh. It was not only pleasurable, but relieving for him to have something so filling push into him, though before the very high skunk could savor the moment, the creature began to slowly pull itself out until only the very tip was forcing his quivering lips open. He responded to this with a pained whimper at the loss of the stuffed feeling, and the tentacle responded by slamming itself deep into him.
Solstice couldn't help but to drool. The creature's drug he gulped down earlier not only made him feel baked out of his mind and just as horny, but heightened his senses to a point where the thrust felt like an orgasm, and each agonizingly slow retreat of the goo-being felt painfully teasing. Thankfully, however, the creature seemed to be far past the teasing stage and began to thrust faster and faster into him, causing the skunk to drool further and let out gurgling moans in his state of pure bliss. More sludgy, goo tentacles branched off and wrapped around the midsection of the skunk, who could barely keep himself standing, to support him. Orgasm after orgasm shot through his form, and as the juices from his sex flowed copiously, Solstice could focus on nothing but the overwhelming pleasure that only increased, and found himself greedily wanting more.
With a very sudden and audible 'SLORP', Sol felt the walls of his sex stretch, and looked down to see that the tentacle had grown noticeably thicker. What should have been worry was instead bliss as the skunk reached a paw down to rub the gooey thing in approval. He watched as a much smaller tendril branched out from the goo and began to rub against his clit vigorously, moving with the thrusts to provide it's 'victim' with constant pleasure. Going from blissful to something much further, the skunk arched his back and howled as the thrusts continued in their increasing pace.
It didn't take long before he felt a debilitating tingle of pleasure surge through his body that was at least five times stronger than any orgasm he had ever achieved before. His ability to form coherent words fled from his mind while his used walls clutched at the tentacle that still insisted on thrusting gradually faster. He heard the familiar 'SLORP', and the tentacle grew again, forcing his sex wider through it's spasms and contractions. What meant to be a exclamation of dismay, came out as a series of grunts, moans, and drools as Solstice realized that the thing wasn't stopping, no matter how mind-shattering his orgasms got.
With his sex already gaping much wider than he ever thought possible, the creature pumped in and out faster still before thickening yet again. The skunk yelled out in both pleasure and pain as yet another orgasm rocked his body, though he noticed that his insides had been stretched so tight that his contractions were barely existent. His inner muscles simply could not keep up with the abuse that Solstice was receiving.
It's going to split me open..! He thought with a very faint panic in his drug-addled brain. Before he could react to it, however, he felt one more surge of growth stretch him before the huge appendage thrust itself deep into the skunk's body and stayed. A short moment past before he heard a series of wet pumping sounds from inside the drain. Solstice let out a series of whimpers between his heavy, panting attempts to recover from the onslaught at the sound of the creature reaching orgasm.
With an ounce of what little strength he had left, the mephit looked down to the tentacle, which seemed as wide as a melon, and his own sex forced open by the somewhat translucent blue goo. He watched with morbid curiosity and lust as a huge amount of dark purple liquid pumped its way up through the tentacle quickly, pumping forcefully into his quivering, worn sex. His head shot up in a moan as he felt the relaxingly cool liquid pump into him.
"Oh, goddess... it's too much..." He whimpered out. His ears twitched at each melodic 'SLORP' as he was filled helplessly. Just as the skunk hoped the flow would stop, he felt his insides become uncomfortably full from the volume of goo he was forced to take in. He gazed down curiously at his stomach and as he saw it slowly begin to push out, he began to panic and squirm again. Tentacles rose and grasped his flailing arms, shoving him against the wall of the shower. With a start, the frightened mephit yelled out loudly, though was quickly muffled by a thick tentacle forcing it's way into his open maw. Moments later, he found himself forced to swallow the same liquid from before, sending him further into a drugged state.
After a few pumps of the drug down his gullet, the weary, high skunk started to suck on the tentacle while he watched his belly go from slim to chubby. The melodic, sloppy sounds of the creature filling him began to intrigue him. His tongue lolled out and drooled without care down onto his growing belly. He stared at it with mostly morbid curiosity mixed with a hint of lust. He had no idea his stomach could stretch so much, and the pressure that rose inside his belly seemed to mesh so well with the orgasmic pleasure washing over his body. In fact he soon realized that the bigger his stomach got, the higher the pleasure was.
God.. do I actually LIKE this? He thought out while sucking the tentacle vigorously. The flow of goo from the appendage in his maw waned, though his belly grew and churned in attempt to fit all the thick goo being pumped into his sex. He panted heavily and let out a long moan as the pressure inside him rose and pushed his stomach outward inch by inch. He was the creature's spunk balloon, and the bigger he grew and the tighter his belly got, the more he loved it, and he had a feeling it wasn't his high talking.
"Bigger!" Solstice moaned out as his mind gave way to such a guilty pleasure, though most of it was muffled by the tentacle he still sucked on. What was happening was beyond anything he had deemed realistic, but it felt damn good, and who was he to deny himself pleasure? That was what he rationalized, at least, as his girthy belly pushed past the point of him looking 9 months pregnant. He drooled and began to milk the tentacle with his inner muscles. He had no idea how much bigger the creature planned on getting him, but a large part of him wanted to see what it'd be like to burst at the seams. This, however, was his high talking.
The skunk howled out in pleasure and bit his lower lip as the pressure reached it's height, single-handedly causing him to shake and shiver as orgasm after orgasm washed over him. The pressure acted as plug that kept the writhing skunk at the peak of his orgasm, drooling and moaning as his stomach grew to the size of a large beach ball. He moaned out loudly yet again at the odd feeling of his bellybutton popping from an 'innie' to an 'outie' due to the sheer pressure inside of him. Solstice panicked once more as his stomach quickly found itself forced against the opposite wall of the shower, the pressure pushing his belly so tight that he was positive that one more pump would split him. Another orgasm washed over him as this realization hit him, and by the time the orgasm passed he realized the flow of goo had completely stopped.
He traced his paw along the drum tight skin of his stomach out of curiosity, moaning out in both pleasure and amazement at the amount of pleasure that shot through him at the slightest touch. The creature let the worn skunk relax and get used to his enormous belly, and a few long minutes passed of the skunk shivering and rubbing his girth in bliss. This trance was quickly broken, however, as the tentacles quickly retreated out of his sex and back into the drain, leaving the poor skunk's legs finally free, but also leaving him with a gaping hole, and the goo with a weak spot to escape.
Like a needle through a balloon, the thick goo started to gush dramatically from his abused sex. It splattered messily against the wall of the stall and ricocheted off it to leave globs of it on the skunk's fur. The surprised mephit gripped the wall for support at the force of the release of pressure, which combined with the pleasure of the feeling was enough to send the mephit howling and arching his back in yet another orgasm. At first, his muscles instinctively tried to clench and stop the flow from escaping, but after a few short moments gave up, the pressure too high to stop the inevitable release. Much to his surprise, the very lust-drunken and high skunk found himself growling in approval at the very messy release, quite enjoying being unable to stop the outward flow as well as the feeling of being bathed in the thick, slimy goo that was quickly coating him. He thanked the creature in passing thought for showing him such unique pleasures that, before now, he had never imagined possible.
He gazed down at his stomach and watched as it shrank and gave him more room. The feeling brought a comfortable sense that his inner PSI had made him forget. His belly button slowly retreated back into his stomach to it's original state as the pressure fled and his belly shrank down to a state that only made Sol look very pregnant. The very used skunk bit his lip as his slit began to work at getting the last bit of it out. He watches as the slimy gunk flowed into the drain, finally beginning to recovering from his lusty haze.
Solstice began to notice the slime that covered him start to dissolve into his skin, making him whimper out in both embarrassment and curiosity. In a fleeting bit of intelligence in his drugged state, he figured there was little chance that absorbing the same goo that was making him high as a kite would go without consequence, but shrugged it out of his mind. Whatever the creature was that so abruptly violated him, it had won and he had loved every bit of it. His stomach finally returned to it's normal state, to which point he began to discover a feeling of very odd discomfort that caught him by surprise. He missed being big as if having a enormous, tight gut were his natural state and being lithe and androgynous were the unnatural one.
The exhausted mephit panted heavily and slumped to the ground. The thought graced his mind that he should probably retreat from the now unsafe area of the shower, and that he was probably VERY late for his meetings, but his intoxicated mind and sore body shrugged off the concerns for him. After a few long moments, the skunk felt recovered enough to try and stand, but instead huffed in a mix of annoyance and amazement as his used body grew hot, and his slit restless.
How the fuck am I horny? What has this thing done to me? He thought briefly before eagerly submitting to his own lust. The skunk rocked to a squatting position and traced a claw down his own belly and down to his loose, sore slit before being interrupted by a familiar tentacle shot from the drain and hovered in front of Solstice's face. He jumped in surprise and slumped back into sitting position, staring at the thick, slimy thing curiously before the thought hit him.
"You're stretching me out, aren't you...?" Solstice asked the creature. In reality, he had no idea if it were true or not even though he suspected it, but he felt himself craving sex so much that he played with the idea eagerly. He knew that his body felt empty without all the goo, and the creature could give it to him. He rocked forward to his knees again and pressed his nose against the shiny tentacle with a wanton, loving gaze and giggled. He hesitated momentarily before opening his maw wide in offering to the creature, who very happily obliged. The tentacle seemed content in being gentle this time around, and let the lust-driven skunk swallow the length of the tentacle down his needy gullet.
Once far enough into Solstice's throat, the tentacle began to ooze the dark goo in familiar fashion to earlier. The skunk sucked vigorously on the tentacle, lifting his paws to work the length of it like he were performing oral, and it responded by increasing the flow considerably for him. Along with his lust, the mephit found his high strengthening the more goo he gulped down his sucks grew sloppy and his vision blurred stronger. He had a fleeting epiphany that he was doing everything the creature wanted it to.
The more the lusty boy sucked, the more his inhibitions faded, and the more attached he became to the creature, who he finally realized was drugging him, hypnotizing him, and making him it's slut. Solstice had slipped too far into the creature's grasp at the point to care, and thought it didn't sound like such a bad idea. In fact, the mephit found himself perfectly content with this fate. He shrugged the entirety of the worrying question off and removed the tentacle for a moment with a sloppy drool of goo and a hefty belch only to kiss it's tip and shove it back in.
The skunk was not only his, but drugging aside, had willingly submit himself to him. This was something new to the creature. The sloppy being decided to take full advantage of this, and raised his thick, gooey tendrils once again, much to the hornball of a skunk's delight. He growled in deep lust, presenting himself as much as he could in the cramped quarters of the shower stall. They responded quickly and snaked teasingly slow around his inner thighs before thrusting fast into both his slit and tailhole with little resistance from him. He sighed and huffed in relief as they started to thicken to stretch the skunk to his limit before the creature started gradually pumping in and out of the holes.
Sol continued to suck avidly on a tentacle, gulping mouthful after mouthful of the deliciously intoxicating goo drug. His ears twitched, more in curiosity than concern, as he heard the creature let out an audible pumping sound while removing the drain itself. The noise alone managed to make the creature's skunk toy noticeable hornier, while he gazed into the dark drain curiously. After a few moments, the skunk saw a huge bulge squeeze through the tentacle, followed by another. He reached down to touch it curiously, and gasped out as he felt a hard shell. With a loud whimper, the mephit coughed out the tentacle in his mouth in surprise.
"E-eggs? Oh god..." His voice trailed, the skunk filled with amazement, confusion, worry, and lust.
He could hardly do much to protest, and decided instead to brace himself as the eggs pumped further up the appendage towards his sex. The eggs were very large, which worried the skunk, and being much bigger than anything he had took before, the first egg took a bit of coaxing... or rather it would have had the creature not decided to test Solstice's limits. With a loud sloppy suction noise from in the drain, the large, ostrich sized eggs were thrust had against the skunk's slit, making him howl out in both pain and pleasure. The howling was short-lived, however, as the tentacle tip thrust back in his maw and bulged out into a bulb shape, both locking it in place and muffling the mephit's yells.
A heated pleasure of pain washed over Solstice's body as his slit was spread open by the egg far past his limit. Instead of tearing, his inner walls were simply stretched and forced tighter, his nerves so sensitive that he could feel every bit of his sex throb and beg for the abuse to stop. The gurgling skunk began to worry about the creature now, as it seemed to show no worry for his well being as the huge egg rolled and pushed deeper and deeper before resting in his womb.
Much to the surprise of the skunk, the pain was never completely overwhelming seemed never to succeed a certain point, even though he should be writhing and passed out from pain. It still, however, hurt like hell. Enough to make a few tears well up as he whimpered and squirmed. Another, loud, sloppy slosh rang out and the skunk swooned again, finding himself quite weak to such kinky sexual noises. The heat of his lust rose again and his thoughts of worry and doubt were replaced with eagerness. He growled into the tentacle and ground vigorously down on the second egg. The creature responded by thrusting the in as fast as before and stopped the egg halfway through, torturing the cocky mephit by forcing his sex to the widest point.
Solstice's eyes rolled in the back of his head and he let out a weird cross between gurgle, gasp, and shivver. Tight had not begun to explain the feeling he felt in his sex. He paniced and whimpered out again, convinced his slit was going to split then and there, but it never did. Satisfied with himself, the creature let the enormous egg slip the rest of the way into it's toy's womb. Panting and recovering, the boy chuckled awkwardly into the bulb lodged in his mouth. A part of him sensed that the creature needed, or at least wanted, him intact and he was quickly learning to love the abuse his violator had to give. It, he figured, was a mutual gain.
The skunk looked down curiously past his lightly pregnant appearing belly to see two more bulges heading up the tentacles, and went wide eyed upon seeing that they was not the one to his sex. Whimpering and squirming, Sol struggled as the eggs pressed tauntingly against both his tail end and his maw, and muttered a muffled comment that resembled "Fuck you". As if chuckling, the creature sloshed and gurgled before slowly pressing them both harder against his holes, forcing them to part.
Not so cocky anymore, the skunk whimpered while his maw opened wide, taking most of it no problem. The widest part of the egg caused difficulty, however, and felt his jaw pop and dislodge to accept the rest of it. Solstice could not recall ever being able to do this, however, which only added to his list of things he was finding out about his form (though he knew at this point it was mostly this creature's drug.). The last part was the most interesting to him, as he was forced to swallow the huge egg down. Swallowing did not quite cut it, however, and his body began to panic. After a while of struggling to swallow, he managed to force his body to relax and let the tentacle roll and pump the egg down his throat, and finally into his stomach.
The egg pushing against his tailhole was none too merciful either, and thrust hard against his tight walls. Solstice grunted and growled into the soft, gooey bulb in his maw and closed his eyes tight as his tight ring parted. Wider and tighter his sore pucker grew til the skunk howled out in pleasurable pain yet again. On the surface, the skunk looked a victim, but inside, the skunk was growling and begging for more.
Yes.. harder.. fuck! He thought while wincing in pain. Finally, the mephit's hole stretched far enough to slip the widest part in, and the rest followed suit much easier. He sighed and panted in relief while his sore pucker throbbed from the abuse. The skunk focused on his panting now, trying not to let his body try and push the egg out due to the sheer abusive intrusion it had just experienced. Unable to last, Sol grunted and arched his back, mind unable to control body. His inner muscles pushed, and upon not accomplishing anything, pushed harder and harder. The mephit blushed as his sore ring grow swollen from the continued abuse and pushing, though was soon quelled as he regained his composure.
The creature slowly retracted his appendages from deep within the skunk's body, retreating gently from his holes and back through the drain, leaving the abused mephit panting and writhing in a state of orgasmic bliss. As the adrenaline of the experience wore off, and he was greeted with the reality of his very drunk and drugged and exhausted state, Solstice collapsed on the floor of the bathroom stall. His paw meekly moved to the new, nine-month-pregnant looking belly he sported and blushed a deep pink. His sudden pregnancy made him feel warm, which aided in slipping him off into a deep sleep. His mind justified that he would figure out what to do about his state when he woke up, and the the tired skunk boy's eyes fluttered and fought before giving into his drug-addled sleep.