Squeezing Safari 240: A Hole Into History
If you think The Maury Show was the pinnacle of lie detector cinema, strap in for this one! Barry the basset hound and Ellie the otter encounter an interrogation device unlike any other, introduced to them by a new...uh..."friend".
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The following is a digitally created summary of the EweTube video “SQUEEZING SAFARI EPISODE 240: A Hole Into History”, a production of the extremely popular online nature show Squeezing Safari with Barry and Ellie. It was created for the purposes of accessibility and archiving. This text is compatible with most text-to-speech generators and has not been modified for content or length. Explicit content is present in this document. Reader discretion is advised.
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Barry Longjowl, the basset hound host in his customary khakis, and Ellie Thicktail, his similarly-clad otter co-host stand in a dimly lit storeroom. All around them are artifacts from throughout history, including pottery, partial murals, and carefully crafted skeletal specimens from multiple extinct species. Also present is the curator of monster exhibits for the National Museum of Monster History, a sphynx cat by the name of Doctor Nigel Yarnsworth. His slender form is clad in a pressed dress shirt, khaki pants, glossy leather shoes, a floral-patterned black vest, and a red silk necktie. The cat stands with his hands clasped against his chest and an eager smile on his muzzle.
“Hello again, explorers!” Barry exclaims, waving to the camera. “Today we're in for a rare treat thanks to the generosity of today's guest. Please, introduce yourself!”
“Oh my!” Dr. Yarnsworth gasps, a bit of rouge blossoming on his furless cheeks. “Well, the pleasure is all mine, to be sure. I am Doctor Nigel Yarnsworth, and I'm responsible for collecting and maintaining the numerous monstrous exhibitions here at the Museum of Monster History.”
“And you'll be showing us something very unusual today, I hear!” Ellie chimes in.
“Indeed, madam,” the doctor replies. “The special exhibit is right here!”
He gestures to a large plaster cube with a single hole cut into it at roughly waist height. There is nothing immediately remarkable about it.
“A hole, huh? I'm guessing there's something interesting on the other side,” Barry surmises, pointing at the dark circle.
“Oh my, yes!” Dr. Yarnsworth chuckles, a conspiratory grin revealing his sharp teeth. “What you see here is an interrogation device dating back to the late 1880’s.”
“Interrogation? Tell us more! Spit it out, pal!” Ellie jeers playfully.
“Please, have mercy! I'll tell you everything!” Yarnsworth giggles, thrusting his palms open in mock surrender. “It all began with the silver mine riots of 1886…”
The screen transitions to a drawing of dirty workmen armed with pickaxes and TNT sticks squaring off against men in smart suits holding rifles and pistols.
“Conditions in the silver mines of the Rocky Mountains were notoriously dangerous, and the wages were quite low,” Yarnsworth narrates as further images of conflict slide into frame. “Soon, a labor union formed. And the mining companies, unsurprisingly, replied by hiring The Punkertons–the most ruthless private detectives in the West. They swooped in and snatched up labor organizers for brutal interrogations, only to find that those lads were harder than the bedrock they dug through. They needed metaphorical TNT to blast through the willpower of their adversaries. That power was found in the emperor of Japan’s private collection.”
The scene fades into a shot of the plaster cube, featuring its sinister hole.
“How does it work, doc?” Barry inquires as the camera slowly zooms in.
“Beyond that hole is a squeezing creature of incredible longevity and intelligence. It can sense if one is telling the truth, or weaving a falsehood. For the honest, it offers bliss. For the deceitful…torment.”
“Wow!” Ellie gasps, sliding into the frame and squinting into the hole. “Is there really something like that in th–AH!”
A slender tentacle slithers from the darkness and boops her on the nose before retreating.
“Indeed,” the cat laughs as the camera returns to a wide shot. “Well then, time to insert your penis in the hole, I suppose.”
Barry's eyes widen as he glances toward the hole. “R-Really?”
“Yes. I've seen your videos. Isn't that what you usually do?” Dr. Yarnsworth asks, his eyes drifting conspicuously over Barry's body.
“Well…content is content!” Ellie mutters, offering her colleague a shrug.
Barry fumbles with his belt and, after glancing suspiciously at Dr. Yarnsworth, drops his pants and underwear until they are pooled around his ankles.
“I'm a little nervous,” Barry sighs, gesturing at his fully sheathed maleness. “Is that going to be a problem for the…hole?”
“Not at all!” the doctor replies. “Remember, the captives who were forced to interact with our mysterious friend were likely even more terrified than you are now. Press the end of your prepuce against the opening and the creature will do the rest.”
“O-Okay, let's just ease up to the…thing…” Barry mumbles, pressing his sheath against the hole. “Oh…Ohhhhkay, it found me!”
A thin bulge undulates through the flesh of Barry's sheath as something probes into it.
“Let's grease the wheels a bit,” Dr. Yarnsworth chirps, leering at Barry's crotch. “What is your name, sir?”
“Barry Longjowl,” the dog replies through gritted teeth. “Oh…oh man! It's kissing me!”
“Come, Ellie! Let's observe!” Dr. Yarnsworth exclaims.
Yarnsworth jogs over to the side of the cube. With a swipe of his hand, a small panel slides away revealing a glass window beneath. The cat grasps a flashlight from a nearby table and projects the beam through the viewport. Ellie clambers up onto the table, as the window is well above her eye level.
“Holy smokes, look at that!” the otter exclaims, pointing inside the box.
Inside, Barry's sex is rapidly emerging as a tendril tipped with a thick pair of wet lips places sticky kisses over its length.
“Mr. Longjowl, what is your birthday?” Dr. Yarnsworth asks, a noticeable bulge forming in his khakis.
“February 3rd!” Barry moans.
The tentacle pleasuring the canine slides to his tip, taking it inside and sucking on it just firmly enough to tug it forward.
“Now, the interrogations rarely went quite this well. The miners were defiant through and through,” Dr. Yarnsworth lectures.
“Oh? What happened when they lied?” Ellie inquires, cradling her chin as she considers the possibilities.
“Let's find out!” Yarnsworth suggests. “What's your favorite color? Lie about it, if you please.”
“Err…I dunno…Oh!” Barry cries out as the tentacle pulls off his tip and thumps painfully into it, causing the stiff organ to bounce up and down like a diving board.
“You're pondering deceiving me, and it knows,” Yarnsworth warns him. “Hesitation also angers the beast.”
“Uh…ORANGE!” Barry answers as another tentacle winds around the base of his cock, collaring his expanding knot.
The lips consider his response for a second before gaping open and sliding halfway down the length of Barry's erection. Its throat undulates as it swallows around its prey.
“Orange is your favorite color, isn't it?” the cat grumbles, a tinge or anger creeping into his voice. “Okay. Time for the big guns. What's the username and password for your bank account?”
“Wha-Hold on!” Ellie protests.
“The question has been asked. There's no taking it back,” Dr. Yarnsworth chuckles, a malicious grin splitting his muzzle.
“Wha…I…I can't say that!” Barry shouts, his eyes wide and glassy. “You can't just AHHHH! TOO MUCH!”
Inside the box, a tentacle covered in fleshy serrations presses against the top of his erection and begins sawing cruelly back and forth. It isn't harming its victim, but it is clear that the stimulation far exceeds anything that might have been pleasant.
“What’s your social security number!?” Dr. Yarnsworth cackles, his hand creeping toward the stiff column throbbing beneath his pants.
“Wh-Why are you…ACK!”
A tentacle with stubby teeth rears up next to the canine’s besieged cock and begins snapping open and shut against his shaft while moving back and forth–occasionally stopping to gnaw on his fully formed knot.
“What the hell are you doing!?” Ellie protests, grabbing a handful of the cat’s trousers and yanking furiously. “Cut it–”
That is as far as she gets. Dr. Yarnsworth’s hands swoop down and grab the otter under her arms before chucking her upward with a grunt of effort. Her arms pinwheel as she flies above the box, only for a thick, pink tentacle to wrap around her midriff. Another, more slender, tendril creeps up the leg of her shorts before whipping away. The fabric is sliced clean through, sending her pants and cotton panties fluttering down into the writhing mass below. Having liberated her of half her clothing, the tentacle slides around her tail and lifts it up.
“Oh, your little peach is even more beautiful in person!” Dr. Yansworth remarks, observing her exposed sex with open lust. “Tell me, lovely Ellie, what is your darkest secret?”
“Bastard!” Ellie grunts. “I–Okay, I bought the official Barry Longjowl dildo from Bad Basilisk and I use it constantly! There! Happy?”
A tentacle with thick lips approaches her from behind. Its mouth gapes open, sending sticky strands of saliva drooling from its maw. A fat, muscular tongue emerges and swipes between Ellie’s labia before tickling the nub at the top of her cleft with a fast, twitching motion.
“W-Wow, Ellie…I…” Barry groans as his prick is treated like some red, throbbing corn-on-the-cob by the chattering teeth.
“How scandalous!” the doctor remarks. “Oh! Now, tell me! What’s the most perverse thing you’ve ever masturbated to?”
“You monster! I can’t…I won’t!” Ellie shrieks.
Sensing her defiance of the truth, the serrated tentacle that had been punishing her cohort’s oozing tip flew upward toward the otter. It presses between the lips of her soaked vulva before sawing up and then down again. At unpredictable intervals, the tip of the tentacle plunges a few inches inside of her before emerging once more to torment her clitoris.
“You…you planned this all along didn’t you!?” Ellie screams at Dr. Yarnworth. “This was never about educating the public! You’re just a pervert!”
The grin melts away from Dr. Yarnsworth’s muzzle. “How dare you!? The impudence! I didn’t go to school for eight long years to engage in base desires! This is a demonstration of history! Real history! Not that sugar-coated hokum from the textbooks!”
“Why, Ellie…That sounds like a lie to me!” Barry smiles wickedly up at Ellie, tears pouring from his eyes.
“I do believe it does!” Ellie laughs. “Oh…the big guy in this box does NOT seem pleased.”
“W-Wait, I didn’t…! It doesn’t count!” Dr. Yarnsworth protests, backing away from the box.
Apparently it did, in fact, count. Tentacles spill over the top of the box and pour out like a giant vat of spilled pasta toward the frightened cat. He has no time to run before the wriggling morass of flesh sweeps over him, destroying his custom-tailored outfit. His penis, which now throbs plaintively in the air, is swarmed with tendrils that nibble, saw, and slap his eager length. The dog and otter are entirely forgotten as the beast claims its new prize. Ellie tumbles out of the tentacle’s grasp toward Barry, who catches her easily in his arms.
“T-Thanks. Nice catch,” Ellie gasps over Dr. Yarnsworth’s cries and moans, patting her co-host playfully on his nose.
“Any time, friend,” Barry says before his legs give out. He falls like a felled tree onto his back, the nude otter cradled against his chest.
Ellie turns around and gingerly picks up Barry’s flagging penis in her small hand. She turns it over and examines it as carefully as she’s able.
“How’s it look down there?” Barry sighs up at the ceiling.
“Better than the fake one I’ve got. I always thought you had a really nice dong,” Ellie answers, grinning sheepishly. “And that’s no lie.”
“Ugh…please don’t say that word again,” Barry complains. “Wanna go back to the HQ and put some ointment on it?”
“Do I!?” Ellie chirps. She turns to the camera and smiles. “Well, I think that’s about all for today, adventurers! Good night, and remember…honesty is the best policy! When there’s a vengeful tentacle thing nearby, anyway. Right, doctor?”
“Ahhhhhhhhh!” the cat shrieks, clawing fruitlessly against his restraints. Semen jets out of the tip of his cock, which is barely visible amongst the slimy appendages attacking it with nubs, teeth, and slender whip-like tips.
The screen wipes to black, and Pawtreon contributor names roll by quickly. End video.