Labyrinth; one part.
A story set from a dream to remind you that yes, i can the sex scene.
Labyrinth, one part. (Inspired by a dream from 2024-06-15)
It was without my party that i entered that room, that place i'd fall through from earth itself.
No, i was all one, all alone. Fear, after all, is a very good indicator something is wrong. Abandoned buildings, at the least, may contain asbestos. This one contained more than that.
And it was because of that that i was held by the wrists by these creatures. It tingled, weird. Their hands, covered in hair. White hair.
Weird creatures, werewolvian faces and the such. It was weird for me, such human figures in such a… hairful? furry? Furry body.
I kind of liked it, held between the two. They hadn't the mind to wear much save for a pair of shorts.
A bulge from me was finding definition between my legs. And they were looking at both the way ahead and me on the walking they were forcing me.
“hey look, he's into you”, said one. The one to the left.
“Is not… hey, no bother”, said the other one. The one to the right. “It'll make it easier for us, then.”
“yeah”, said the left one.
And the one on the right suddenly stopped and took his hand, to feel the bulge. I'd forgotten how great it felt when someone else played with your erection. “I like how he feels. Reckon he'll make the money?”
“certainly… plenty for our new shit."
It was after all, a dumb decision to split off, quit exploring the foreign city, explore the abandoned place. A seeming-brothel.
And i had went in, torches and shit. That was then when i got grabbed, walked through rooms, consumed what must have been the full size of the earthern building and yet still was inside.
“Humans sell for a lot”, said the right. “I want to get his data down as soon as possible”
“can't we wait until we're out of the mazazone?”
“No”, said the right, in response. “I've been waiting to try it with a human.”
My left arm was pulled by the wrist-holder. “no, we're taking that 100 milikilometers”
milikilometers… 100 1000 kilometers?! 100 thousandths of a kilometer? What even is their metric system?
“Is that a hundred metres?”, i asked.
“no. it is 100 milikilometers. 100 metres differs by a factor of one hundred and twenty three to the power of 0 square rooted and integrated between 2 and 3, multiplied by 0 and added to the sum of three quarters and four sixteenths, to the power of 0 once again”, said the arm-puller. “and we're leaving this mazazone before the entities reach us.”
The what now. Entites?! And what even was that dumb little factor? One?
“Stop with the werewolf myths”, said my other holder, moving down to caress my thigh. “He's here and he'll be fine. At least fire won't kill him, that's what i've heard, a hairless being.”
Yes it fucking will.
“No, i'm taking him”, said the arm puller. He grabbed me and held me in some semi-recline position.
Maybe i should give them names. L for the left one and R for the right one
So, L carried me. He held me slumped over his shoulder, his hands grabbing my buttocks, playfully squeezing them as he carried me the… 100 milikilometers.
I could see R. He was giving a cheeky little angry face.
And i was being carried the… hundred metres, probably. Not a large distance. Not a short distance.
“We've left the mazazone”, said R. “Let's go record his data”
L rolled his eyes. “fine”, he said.
I was brought into a room.
Two chairs, touching. A backrest aimed away and one to the side. L sat himself on one, leaning against the backrest. He was carrying me, so i ended up sitting with him, in his shape, my legs outstretched like his, my back resting against his front. He held me with his hands, restraining me.
R came over, too. He touched me again, holding onto my legs. “As i was saying… i wanted to try it with a human.”
L's hands began moving. he moved his right to squeeze my upper chest, holding my nipple in the fold of his palm. R took the opportunity left to grab the folds of my lower clothing, pulling them down.
What he revealed, as L massaged my scalp, was an erect dick. What R did, whilst L used his other hand to play with the sensitive skin of my nipple, was use his own hand to trace out lanes across my taint, my inner thighs, making me writhe in pleasure. His fingers, tipped with little keratin claws, pushed a little deep.
“you like this, don't you?”, asked L.
“Yeah”, i said.
What a good idea, after all, it was, to explore this place, to be taken away, through a “mazazone”. It led to me here. I liked these weirdos.
And R pulled me back into focus. His mouth was around my dick, suckling on it, feeling it. L, too, was at work. And i could feel a hard object throbbing against my back.
And L used took his hand from my scalp, gently pseudocombing the hair, to hold onto my buttock, again. And i felt him shuffle a little to pull down his own clothes. I felt his member touch my buttocks.
His other hand pulled a little closer, as if in anticipation of a possible escape attempt
I let R go onto a pull-away movement and then did what i could to raise my buttocks. And i felt L maneuver the shaft onto my buttocks. It felt rubbery.
I could feel the head touching the gate of the asshole. And R, seemingly knowingly, pushed with his head onto my pelvis, driving me onto L's penis.
The penetration, as i was anticipating, felt amazing.
And L bounced a little to fuck me. it was uncomfortable, so he kicked away the chair. R adapted.
And they continued. I could feel R's tongue diving around my cock, massaging it against the roof of his mouth, his elongated one. It was seemingly well-adapted for sucking cock, especially human ones.
And just below, no, inside me was L. He was moving his head around, simulating it, bouncing against my prostate with semi-mechanical efficency.
And i could feel R's throat bumping against my head, the weird semi-soft feeling.
And i focused on the feelings, the movement around my dick, the dick becoming decreasingly controlled in my anus, and i could feel a certain feeling well up.
And it came out. I breathed heavily there, L's cum somewhere inside my anus, probably not touching it, my cum in R's mouth.
“He'll certainly do well”, said L. “Plenty of money from this one.”
An end. Maybe i'll continue this.
Some Notes
Dreams are really fun. I still remember this one.
This one involved some very unrealistic tourism, us crossing a city and going from Mayan mexico to modern South Korea to China…? We didn't even walk that far. Eh, changed that.
mazazone comes from toki pona nasa (crazy/weird) and English zone. I tried to carry it away from toki pona as i do not want undue connections with the mulumu gang. This is a separate universe, after all.
In this world there are many types of anthro but here werewolves are a creature of myth and boogieman tales. It's quite the far-step from my normal line of stories :p.
fugi88 injoke idea: Every furry universe of main is to contain weird things the protagonist finds weird and nonsensical; for the werewolf world it might as well be Northern Spanish and for here their weird measurement system, which i think is both better than imperial and worse.
Crap, this is how the werewolf world started; start with pure erotica (IBp1) and then end up adding more and more plot until it spirals out of control.