Lovers to Saviours
On a Midsummer evening in the park just outside of town, two lovers strode side by side in content silence. The heat of the day had escaped into the night's sky, and offered a wonderful reprieve. A moon, just a few days away from being full, hung in a sea of stars overhead and lit their way. Around them stood a sparse planting of young trees, and a short ways ahead of them was the central hub of the area, where all the trails converged. They were a striking couple, Arron, a red fox whose fur was a proud example of his species, had his paw tucked into the back pocket of his boyfriend's shorts. Damun, a black folf, mirrored his easy pace and position. His white footpaws and matching ears practically glowed in the soft lighting, and stood in stark contrast to everything around them. They made their way to a wide circle of grass at the very center, laid out on their backs, and held one another close as they watched the sky for shooting stars.
Behind them was a structure, two freestanding columns of stone which supported an arch overhead. It was about as wide as a man was tall, and an arm's length taller than that. The thing stood there for longer than any record. People had speculated about it for years, but were no closer to an answer. So, when it began to hum, Arron and Damun sat up and took notice. It was an otherworldly noise, hundreds of different frequencies all acting in chorus. They ranged from a deep rumble, to a pitch so high the two were forced to hold their paws over their ears. Then the entire circle was lit up bright as day in a brilliant flash of light. Both leapt to their feet and clung to each other, on the verge of running as fast as they possibly could, but the sight they beheld stopped them dead in their tracks, dumbfounded. Where once stood an empty space, now contained what appeared to be a doorway into a pristine white room.
After a few long, tense moments they felt the strangest sensation. All their fur, every single strand, right down to their matching white tail tips, even Damun's brown and Arron's green highlighted hair, stood on end all at once, as though they had placed a paw on a Van de Graff generator. Damun moved to yelp, but found himself strangely frozen, not paralyzed, rather it was though he had just been encased in something entirely solid. Then their world turned sideways as gravity shifted exclusively for them, propelling them straight into the portal. Moments after they were through it closed behind them. With an ungraceful landing, the static electric effect faded and they could move once again, though there fur was left a mess.
"Fantastic! My timing was spot on." The voice came from all around them, over a speaker system, "I'm sure you're wondering what's going on, and where you are. All in due time." Arron looked back in the direction from which they had arrived but the wall behind them was solid, and unbroken. The only hint of anything different was a familiar, though embedded, archway of stone. The room was not terribly large, a cube no more than ten paces on a side. The walls were a plain white, lit by full-spectrum track lighting overhead. High out of reach on the wall to the left was a mirror.
There was a click as the speakers were activated once again, "There we are, all the other preparations are complete," the man's chuckled just registering as he muttered to himself saying aloud the various controls he manipulated. Around the frightened pair, the lights dimmed to a point they barely glowed. "And this one on." A room was revealed behind the mirror, and just on the other side stood a rabbit, their captor.
"Hello there," he said with a grin as he adjusted his lab coat, "I am Doctor Victor Mertezi, and I am here to save your world. Well I won't be saving it, you two will be." The fox and folf looked to each other, suddenly hopeful. "Though first, there's one little thing..." Another click echoed from the speaker. Arron finally spoke up, but his words fell upon deaf ears as the lights from the other room turned off, and obscured their view of him. The dreadful hum began anew, amplified all the more by the solid walls, not a door to be seen anywhere. With the hope that the portal would open and send them straight back home, they shielded their eyes for the flash, and stood ready to be sent back through, eager to be through with this bizarre event.
They were sorely disappointed. A dark scene gave them the impression that it might be their familiar park, but that thought was dashed from their heads. For, rather than grass and trees, the view before them was that of another room, not unlike the one in which they stood. Though the lights appeared to be off, there was still an eerie green glow cast over the area. They could not see the source, but it seemed to be moving constantly all around the area.
Another click from above made Damun jump, "I can't send you two back directly from here. So, just through there and I'll send you back in no time." Though they were very dubious of their kidnappers claim, it dawned upon them that they really had no other choice. The fox was the first to step forward, and his boyfriend clung to him tightly, neither willing to let the other go as they stepped through together. As before, once their tucked tails were through, the gateway closed behind them. The vulpine looked around, puzzled. It appeared as though there was nothing in this room either. The folf's grip around his arm tightened, claws dug in through red fur. He was about to yelp in surprise, but found a dark paw clamped around his muzzle firmly. A dollop of something cold and slimy, the size of his fist, glanced the fox's ear heavily on its way to the ground.
He almost wished that he did not look up.
Floating above was something unlike anything either of them had ever seen. A beastly creature over 100 feet long, it's skin translucent, with patterns of light dancing up and down its bulbous body in waves along countless lines of bioluminescent nodules. Large sacs above held its body suspended in the air. The thing that did not appear to have any discernible anatomy that they could identify, no certain front or back, but as one end panned down to face them both, they got a clear view into its orifice; an opening as wide as an arm lengthwise, lined on all sides with countless squidgy tentacles. Each tapered to a blunt point, but stayed the same thickness all the way to the base. They moved about in sync with one another, as though caught in an invisible tide that washed in and out on slow waves, the end of each lit with another emerald node.
In a panic, Damun was frozen in his tracks, only after a firm tug to the arm, and another large dollop of clear slime slamming squarely into his shoulder did he move. Even then, it was already nearly upon them. Over their shoulder it had leveled out with the ground, impossibly silent, moving at double their pace. Neither dared to look back, until they were nearly face-to-face with the far wall. Arron braced himself with his arms on impact. He had no time to register what happened, his folf threw his weight against him and slammed him out of the way just as he let out a shattered yelp. An instant later the forward end of the beast made a sickening squelch as it impacted the wall, Damun trapped right in the middle. His upper torso and head were obscured from view, and his arms were pinned out to the sides, his back held against the hard surface.
In the moments that Arron stumbled and looked back, the creature had already begun to investigate its catch. The folf had held out his arms in a futile effort to protect himself, and they were already snared in a dazzling display of light. A myriad of tentacles sought out his body as slime saturated his fur. No less than a dozen oozed over his face, and forced his eyes shut as he thrashed about with all his strength. As tendrils encircled his head and neck, so did they explore over the rest of his shoulders and chest. All the more swarmed over his muzzle, squishing in under his jowls and pressing against from all angles. Though he tried to stop it with his tongue, thick slime oozed between his teeth and began to fill his mouth. It had no discernible flavor beyond a faint bitter taste. Not even his nostrils or ears escaped the thing's survey, invaded all the same. All sounds, beyond the pounding of his heart, were muted as his eardrums were coated. Then, with the folf encased completely from the chest up, it was a simple matter to drag him inside, struggling violently as he found himself unable to draw breath.
It pulled away from the wall and rose once again, the helpless folf in tow. In a desperate move, Arron leapt, grabbed ahold of Damun's ankle and held on for dear life. The weight of both of them hampered the creature's buoyancy, and as he pulled back the vulpine managed to make a little headway, but when he stepped back to pull his boyfriend free, his pads sunk into a puddle of cold slime. In an instant it came out from under him, but he never hit the ground. The only warning that Arron received was a flash of green out of the corner of his eye. The other end of the beast had circled around and dropped to ground level with silence and grace that seemed impossible for something so large. It's orifice on this side was identical to the other, and made a loud series of squelches as the mass of extended tentacles impacted its surprised target from behind.
Arron's grip faltered and the pair were pulled apart as he struggled to get away. They had already wrapped around his shoulders and upper back, the awkward position making it all the more difficult to fight. The warm slime matted his fur as it oozed down over him. The fox thrashed one way and another, trying to make some sort of headway, but his struggles only served to tire him. More glowing tendrils sought out his body as his arms were pulled behind him and held mostly still by others. Yet more flew out and wrapped around his head and neck, dazzling him with a green light as he was brought under control and pulled inside. The soft tentacles pressed themselves to every nook and cranny, giving him the same treatment as his boyfriend. His body was tipped back, and gravity aided his rapid descent into the beast, Damun vanishing into its gullet just moments before.
Both folf and fox struggled with all their effort, but lack of air made them lightheaded after only seconds. By reflex, the half wolf gasped for breath, muzzle thrown open a desperate bid, and the thing capitalized on this. In all but a moment his mouth was filled entirely by a writhing mass, he attempted to bite, but the grip of so many tentacles was too strong to even move his jaw. More poured inside as they explored into this newly revealed entry. He gagged as they rubbed over his tongue, and down the back of his throat. The volume of slime in his maw soon overwhelmed him, and he had no choice but to swallow, which only served to help his captor. He began to get tunnel vision, and his struggles slowed. By reflex he tried to draw another breath, only to get a lungful of slime. Though he felt the desperate need to cough, his body would not respond, prevented from doing so. Several tentacles soon followed after and wormed their way down into his body, two into his trachea, while another pair made their way down toward his stomach, ooze coating every little spot along the passage.
Arron had not fared much better in his exchange. The fox had fallen victim to the same tactic, and found his mouth and throat invaded. As the tentacles surrounded his body, he was coated head to tail tip with clear slime. Each was about half the length of his arm, and was not very strong on its own but with so many he had no hope to overpower them all. They ground against him, and poked and prodded while he was drawn deeper and deeper. Blunt tips accosted him from all sides, pressing around him as they explored his form. While they were not a deliberate target, his nipples were teased as his chest, and soon his stomach vanished inside. The vulpine found it increasingly difficult to concentrate as he fought for a breath of something other than this creature's secretion, but it proved fruitless. Soon his stomach and hips were pulled into the beast, followed shortly after by his legs and tail. Like the rest of him, they too were brought under immediate and complete control, pressed into and wrapped by no less than twenty appendages at a time. The tentacles moved in waves over their forms as they were passed deeper into the creature's gullet, and each ate a small section of their garments, until the useless pieces of cloth fell apart and were whisked away. Every single strand of their fur was saturated with clear goop, right down to their skin, and clung tight to their bodies. They felt themselves passed along deeper into the being as they were left to worry about their fate. While it was difficult, they managed to breathe the oxygen infused slime. Stuck and bound as they were, both could only ponder the fate of their partner as they endured. More swarmed over his legs, and finally his feet, not even the spaces between his toes escaped their attention. Though it was impossible for them to tell, the creature had brought them to a stop about a quarter of the way in. Just as the tentacles had done everywhere else, they swarmed over Arron's sheath and smeared themselves against it from all sides. One inquisitive tendril found the opening and wriggled its way inside, the tendril working itself back and forth until it bottomed out inside of the stretched sac, its tip settled just past his soft knot. They worked themselves against, and tugged lightly at his ball sac as others assaulted behind them, his prostate massaged from outside. Another intrusion caused the fox to throw his eyes open, an insistent probing under his tail. No less than four tentacles wormed in a tight circle right against his tail hole. One after another they poked just inside, then pulled back to let the next have its turn, all the while they pushed goo into him little by little.
A strange sight greeted his vision as Arron looked out ahead of him. The tentacles had formed a dome over either eye and filled in the space with its thick, clear fluid. The lights on the tip of each worked in concert, brightening and dimming, flashing and pulsing, making a complicated pattern that, to him, looked three-dimensional. Waves of light flowed back and forth, in and out as his focus was drawn deeper and deeper into the display. Though he felt he should feel terrified, there was something about this that clicked within his mind. Soon it began to lull him into a strange mix of relaxation and security. The fox was unable to avert his gaze, and though his eyes felt a heavy, he found himself strangely unwilling to close them. As though he had to look, needed to look. He wanted nothing more. Not one other thing mattered as his troubles and worries drifted away. Tense muscles relaxed as he succumbed to the strange, alien hypnosis, his will no longer his own.
The activity under his tail changed its rhythm, the tentacles slowed and sunk deeper into his well lubricated hole, and no longer waited for the previous to exit before it plunged inside. At any given moment a pair of tendrils would be moving either direction, in and out, while others ground around the rim. The handful inside of his muzzle began a similar action, two at a time, forcing more slime down into him. Their glowing tips pushed just deep enough to pass into his stomach, the last remnants of his dinner diluted more and more by thick goop, then finally dissolved. The fox soon felt bloated as his intestines filled from either end, the sensation compounded as a third tentacle stretched his tail hole, each went farther than the last, until they battered the back of his rectum. Arron felt a tugging as they began to curl outward with each intrusion, and swiped over his prostate constantly.
After several minutes of this, his stomach had distended visibly. Then the trio of tentacles drew free once again to join the others around his hole, only to be replaced immediately by a single appendage as wide as all three put together, thrust all the way back against his inner wall. The surface of it was less yielding than the others, and throbbed in a wave every few moments from base to tip. With each pulse it rocked forward, and pumped a new substance into his gut. It was thicker than honey, and brought with it a bizarre fizzing sensation. Where he still clearheaded, that might have concerned him. Instead, his subdued, lust filled mind was only able to focus on the intense pleasure that this creature drew from his body.
Arron's shaft had long since been drawn to full attention, free of its home. A tentacle had taken residence in the vacated space, keeping the sheath stretched tight as it moved constantly. Another was coiled behind his knot, three looped around it as a dozen others worked themselves against his shaft, right to the tip. The fox had been leaking heavily for several minutes, drawn closer and closer to climax, built up slowly and deliberately. Every time he felt the he just need that little bit more, the creature seemed to back off, practically reading his mind. A thin tendril made its presence known as it poked insistently against his scooped, canine cocktip. It quickly located the source of this vulpine's fluids, and pushed itself right down into his urethra. The pressure mounted as it slicked its way deeper, which only made his body try that much harder to expel his pre. Soon it reached his prostate, and continued through, down to his testes.
There was a sudden thrash and surge of fluid under his tail, accompanied by a slow stretch of his ring. The fox could not help but try to push himself back, relaxed as much as he could manage. It was larger than any knot that he had taken in the past, though somewhat more pliable, compressed as it forced him open. At apex Arron froze up, stars in his eyes, his entire body shaking, then with another powerful throb the creature pushed it forward once again, and allowed its captives muscles to pull it inside. Without a moment of consideration, or chance to recover, it surged forward once again, driven through the strange alien organ. The fist-sized lump was pumped along inside the appendage by powerful contractions. After what seemed, to him, like a laborious hour, the fist-sized swell parted its tip and slipped out, deposited firmly deep inside his body. It was roughly spherical in shape, the surface smooth, slick and yielding. With a heavy flex, a torrent of thick muck poured out around it, while some leaked out and was swept away by the ever present tentacles around his tailhole, most was pushed up into his intestines, his belly swollen further. Satisfied, the long tube withdrew slowly, and his hole was once again plugged by four tentacles, pressed together in order to keep much from escaping, held deep.
Enzymes in the sphere began to react with Arron's flesh. The distinction between the two surfaces began to dissolve and fuse, which allowed powerful chemicals inside to osmose into his bloodstream. Its progress was accompanied by an odd tickling, made all the more bizarre so deep inside of him. The moment it reached his heart it exploded in all directions, and every beat seemed to accelerate the process. Every nerve in his body sung with sensation, from the surface of the skin right down to the marrow in his bones. The experience was made all the more intense by the constant writhing of tentacles around him, and down his throat; the tentacles had not paused or wavered in his gullet for even a moment. Though he was unaware of it, much of his fur had been swept away, right down to bare skin. All that remained was a shaggy mane, blonde on top of his head, a sliver of his green highlight left behind, and crimson down his back, right down to a white patch at the tip of his tail.
Mutagenic effects took further hold over his body. Both his digestive and respiratory systems were consumed in the transformation, their functions no longer necessary for his new anatomy. Over the course of several hours his stature grew as the structure of his DNA was rewritten. His feral ancestry was brought to bear, arms lengthened and shoulders widened to allow running on all fours, though his hips remained flexible to let the fox walk upright if he chose. Powerful muscles developed at the base of his tail as it became thicker, tapered to a fur topped point stretched out behind him. This gave him a slightly reptilian look, which was only reinforced as his skin thickened into a smooth, resilient hide, textured with fine cobalt scales. Further changes swept through his body, webbing grew between his fingers and toes, and his expressive ears receded partly into his head. A protective film grew over his now solid emerald eyes as they, along with the rest of his sensory organs, were modified and improved.
More dramatic alterations took place down below. The baculum within his shaft dissolved as his weighty ballsac was drawn up into the protection of his body, the both of them fat and swollen, backed up with not only his own fluids that his body was overproducing, but also by the extra slime that had been pumped in by the invasive tendril down his urethra. His knot stretched longer, flattened subtly, and tapered to a gentle curve on either side, while the shaft itself more than tripled its size in proportion to the rest of his body. As new muscle tissue developed within, the entire member curled and danced with the tentacles, made just as prehensile as the glowing protrusions around him. The flesh of his sheath retracted, replaced by genital slit that looked reminiscent of a dolphin's. His tentacle-stretched hole shifted forward, settled at the back of his organs new home. His tongue quickly shared a similar fate. While it stayed slim, the dexterous muscle tripled in length, its sensitivity raised exponentially, and soon looked strikingly similar to what emerged between his legs.
Finally, after many disorienting hours, the creature was done with him. The countless tentacles that had held him in place withdrew, along with the gang that had filled his throat and rear. His head was still clouded by things mind-bending influence, so he did not even squirm as the tendril withdrew its tip from his testes, and dragged itself free of his cock-turned-tentacle. His slime slicked form was passed back down to the beast's orifice, where he was dropped unceremoniously to the ground. The sudden weightlessness triggered an instant response. By instinct, Arron righted himself before he landed heavily on all fours. The impact threw a great deal of slime off his body to the floor, and snapped him out of the alien's trance.
It took him a few moments to regain his senses. The first thing he noticed was the sheen on his paws. The fox raised one to get a better look, jaw drooped in bafflement. Fingers stretched the webbing taught, he groaned slightly at the bizarre feeling. His eyes traced up his arm and movement caught his attention. Just at chest level was the luminescent tip of a long tentacle. Its jade glow was the same striking color as his eyes. As he examined, it responded autonomously and coiled to the side to allow him a better view, as well as a chance to see where he had emerged. Arron pushed himself to his feet, his gaze upon it all the while. With an unsteady paw, he reached for it, surprised when it moved over and settled against his fingers. The sensation was startling, and he clasped around it immediately, a bolt of pleasure shot down into his body, and his hips jerked repeatedly, the tentacle thrust through his grip repeatedly. The newly transformed vulpine realized then just how worked up he really was. More importantly, he remembered his situation. With a frantic thought he cast his gaze around the green lit room, and settled on a small bundle across the way. Though his progress was made more difficult by the layer of slime under either foot, he was at his mate's side in moments all the same.
The creature he approached looked nothing like the folf the he'd fallen in love with, but Arron knew that it was him. Before he had a chance to kneel at Damun side, his tentacle had already swooped down and coiled around his love's smooth shoulder. Though he was not breathing, he was warm to the touch, and moved subtly. The two were staggeringly different in size; Arron's body nearly doubled the size of his boyfriend, who seemed to change only in configuration. Though his change was far more dramatic.
The alien had brought out far more feral traits of its initial captive. His arms had been reduced to forelegs, hands made entirely into a pair of wolven footpaws. Two pairs of short tentacles, each as long as the folf's limb, emerged from either wrist. They had the same familiar green glowing tips, the length of them transparent. His legs were only suitable for walking on all fours, though looked stronger, and more developed than they had ever been. Every last strand of fur had been stripped from his form, though his slick, salamander like hide retained its unique pattern, black nearly everywhere save for his white hind legs, ears, and the vertical, fin-like tip of his powerful, muscular, lizard-like tail. His jaw hung open. Five tentacles, each as thick as the fox's enlarged fingers, splayed out on the ground, their origin within the folf's mouth. Though he was laid out on his side, stomach in full view, there was nothing there to be seen, his ballsac and shaft removed entirely, consumed in the transformation.
Arron tried to call out to the sleeping form, but he had no breath with which to speak, nevertheless, Damun stirred all the same. His solid green eyes fluttered open, and with some effort he lifted his head as the tentacles withdrew into his maw. He noticed the towering presence beside him after a moment and he leapt to all fours in shock. The fox's tentacle gripped tighter around the quadrupeds shoulder firmly, enough to keep him from running away immediately. His mind was awash with fear, confusion, and a multitude of questions, but it all faded into white noise as their eyes met. Tense muscles drooped and expressions softened, relieved to see each other despite the changes. In a moment of passion, Arron scooped the smaller form into his arms, the weight insubstantial with his new strength, and embraced him close. Damun returned the gesture as best he was able, his head tucked tight against his partners neck, forepaw-tentacles looped behind his shoulders.
A sharp jerk and an intense feel of worry from the folf brought Arron's attention upward. They were still with the room with the bizarre beast overhead, and they were both uncertain about what it may do were it to catch them again. It was then a new source of light caught their attention. Damun was the first to see it; the portal had opened again. He released his loving embrace, and dashed toward it the moment his paws touched the ground, the fox hot on his heels. On the other side was a view of the park, a sight for sore eyes. Without even a moment of consideration, they fled straight through into the glaring dawn. Songbirds had already begun their morning routines, and as of yet there was no one in the area, save for a lone jogger who seemed oblivious to the world, headphones in their ears. The pair stopped several paces after they had come through, and the portal closed behind them, leaving no evidence to its purpose. Only then did they get chance to look at the other. Though their features had changed, their bodies altered radically, it did nothing to diminish their love, if anything their feelings were stronger than ever. Ecstatic to be alive, Arron dropped to his knees and stooped to bring himself on level with his folf, who darted into his arms. In a moment of passion they brought their muzzles together, maws parting, to kiss. It was a heated embrace, and their new bodies knew what to do before they did. The long appendage that was Arron's tongue shot out of his mouth, thrust into the mass of tentacles in his partner's. Damun coiled a pair of his own around it, as the other three burst forward, pressing to the back of his mate's throat, caressing the tender flesh at the base of his tentacle tongue. The quadruped clamped his muzzle tight around the incredible length, his teeth gone, grazing them no longer a concern.
Their eyes closed, and they sank deeper into one another. The pairs of tentacles on Damun's forelegs slicked up along his fox's chest, the favor returned as large paws stroked over his back. Passion mounting, they quickly became lost together, oblivious to the world around them. The thick tendril between Arron's legs snaked down and caressed over the folf's smooth, featureless belly, dragged through a thin layer of clear slime that still clung to the both of them, and added to the mess with a fresh coat that seeped from its surface. With every passing moment their lust grew stronger.
A piercing scream distracted Arron for a moment. On the other side of the square a small crowd had begun to gather, their attention locked upon this bizarre coupling. Some gawked, others had their phone out to record the event, and one had even called the authorities. Embarrassment flashed through the foxes mind. For an instant he wanted to stop, but that was not to be. When the alien had transformed them it had embedded a new organ in their bodies; it was this that drove them onward. Pheromones flowed freely from Damon and made him literally irresistible. Soon the world faded into a haze, his focus stolen away as his need grew ever stronger.
Arron's lower tentacle coiled itself around the quadruped's thigh, and squeezed tightly before he gave it a rough pull to one side. New instincts drove him now, an intense, overwhelming urge to mount his folf. Blind to anything else, the large fox grabbed his boyfriend by the hips and dragged them around into bodily alignment his own. In the same moment his length loosed to itself from the other's leg in order to explore under his thick tail, probing around for an entrance. Though there muzzles had been pulled away from one another, their kiss had not broken for an instant. The pairs' extended, slime exuding tentacles remained locked together, steadfast.
In only moments Arron found his mark as his tip sunk in against Damun's slime slicked hole. With a triumphant shudder he drove it forward, in through his defunct bowel, straight into the implanted organ. The heat inside was intense. It caused Arron to tighten his grip, and hunch over his love as the folf stiffened in shared bliss. His hole clamped tight around the tentacle, and milked the end of his shaft relentlessly with countless tiny tendrils inside that encouraged Arron ever onward. Though he had already reached the back of his passage, it was still not enough. So he tucked one arm between Damun's forelegs and the other around his belly, then with strength matching his size, he clutched the quadruped to his chest and straightened upright with ease. Four forepaw tendrils looped behind Arron's neck, clutched tight. The vulpine's tentacle sank further and further with the assistance of gravity. Though he was as deep as could be, it slid inside all the same, bunched up back and forth until the only exposed part was a small length that had to loop around his wide tail.
The position gave the gathered crowd a full, perfect view of their deviant act.
It also brought there muzzles closer together, and allowed their kiss to be deeper than ever. The quintet of Damun's tentacles drove deep into Arron maw and caressed every surface, who mirrored the action, his own plunged down the folf's throat, right into the pit of his gut. Slimy fluids passed from one to the other in a constant flow that oozed down over the smaller's face and left thick trails over his hide as it made its way to the ground. Even more pumped through the fox's muscular member and filled him faster than it could seep out, until the flesh stretched taught, and his belly was left visibly swollen. The fact that Damun was full did nothing to dissuade, or even slow his much larger partner, if anything it just made him try that much harder. The entire length of his tentacle squirmed and writhed as he thrust his hips out of habit rather than necessity.
An urge gripped Arron, one he had never experienced, and in his passion he did everything to heed its call. The fox felt an incredible stretching sensation deep inside his body, near where the alien had placed its strange implant. Stars filled his vision as something firm made its way through his altered prostate, stretched his vent open wide, before it passed into the base of his tentacle. The ovoid mass was nearly twice as wide as his shaft, and for a moment made it looked as though he still had a knot. Autonomic functions took over as the muscles that surrounded it drove the thing forward, bit by bit around Damun's tail until it finally met resistance at his hole. Had he the faculties to do so, the vulpine might have realized that it was an egg. Arron jolted as a second was pushed forward, the sudden motion enough to drive the first past the folf's tight ring. With nothing to stand in its way, it wound back and forth, up and down through the ovipositor. Before it had even had a chance to reach his egg chamber, the next had already settled flush with his entrance.
Overwhelmed with sensation, Arron soon slumped forward once again as his strength gave out. Damun settled on all paws, before his forelegs gave out. Two more eggs emerged from deep inside the fox's body in rapid succession. Had he the ability, he would have screamed in pleasure. Instead he broke the kiss and knelt bolt upright, then wrapped one paw around the base of Damun's tail and pulled upward until his hind feet left the ground. He tucked his head against the end of the appendage and coiled his upper tentacle around it several times in order to hold him steady. With a powerful grip around the folf's thighs, he thrust forward until their bodies were flush and made a loud squelch upon impact. This allowed him to bury the entirety of his tentacle in his mate, who clawed at the grass beneath him in bliss; the tentacles in Damun's muzzle writhed constantly, and he jolted as the latest pair popped into him to add to the mass under his tail, his belly distended.
The first egg approached the end of Arron's ovipositor pushed along by powerful contractions that ran down its entire length, and Damun's body knew exactly what to do. His egg chamber dilated and the countless tendrils inside tickled over the bulging tentacle, encouraging its progress. The fox's muzzle drooped open, eyes wide with momentary shock from bolts of pleasure more powerful than an orgasm. He clutched at his love tighter than ever as the pressure built. With a triumphant cry that only the two of them could hear, the mass crowned at the tip of his tentacle, then slid free, followed by a short flood of slime. The trio behind it made quick progress, and all the while he ground against his boyfriend, helpless to stop himself even if he wanted to. The thin tendrils deep inside the folf's body took hold of each egg as it slipped free and cradled it delicately, four in all. Damun's body pumped the equivalent of his semen into the thick of the fluid that surrounded them, his radically altered genetic code imprinted on them.
With his last egg free, a surge of slime erupted from Arron's tentacle and bloated the stomach of his comparatively small mate, his need finally sated. Then all at once it was over. Every nerve in both of their bodies hummed with contentment and joy as the feelings echoed between them. In a long, slow movement, the fox slumped to the ground, the full length of his tentacle still buried in his love. His eyes remained closed as a smile filled his face. Damun matched his expression, one tentacle lolled from his muzzle.
Only then did the murmuring from around them register in their hazy minds. The squawk of a radio encouraged Arron to open his eyes, and what he saw snapped out of it in an instant. Two police cruisers had arrived, and the crowd had grown to nearly fifty people. In a panic, the fox sprang to his feet, ovipositor dragged roughly from his mate. Damun was about to voice his dismay to the sudden loss, but then the situation dawned upon him. He moved to stand, but found himself too weak and bloated to move properly. Fortunately for them the two officers on the scene had little idea what they should do, and were awaiting backup that was fast approaching. A flash of communication passed between the lovers' minds, and a decision was made. There was no way that they would allow themselves to be captured, not like this.
They would run.
Scooping the smaller quadruped into his arms they took off in the other direction at a blistering pace down the wide path. One cruiser moved to pursue as the other took off in order to cut them off. People stepped out of the way as he barreled past them. Upon clearing the tree line Arron spotted a third car fast approaching, but even with his mate in his arms he was too fast for them. In two mighty leaps he cleared the street, and entered the marina. His webbed feet thudded with every step on the weather beaten wood, when with a final powerful jump they splashed into the cold salty waters of the bay and made their escape.