Squeezing Safari Episode 120: A Teethsome Threesome
Barry and Ellie take their professional relationship to another level, but purely for scientific purposes. This one is short and sweet, since I'm working on a longer CYOA project now.
The following is a digitally created summary of the EweTube video “SQUEEZING SAFARI EPISODE 120: A Teethsome Threesome”, a production of the extremely popular online nature show Squeezing Safari with Barry and Ellie. This document 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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The video opens with Barry Longjowl, the basset hound host, standing in a luxurious hotel room featuring a plush canopied bed. He's clad in a fluffy bathrobe featuring the logo of the world famous Grand Toucan Resort on the breast.
“Hello, creature-fans!” Barry greets the audience, waving at the camera. “ First off, big thanks to Grand Toucan for sponsoring this video. For 10% off your next reservation, book on their website using the promo code ‘CUM’ at checkout!” Barry shills, stopping a moment to let the requisite logo and website appear on screen. “You know, there's always been a lot of speculation about the nature of Ellie and my relationship…and this particular video probably isn't going to make the rumors stop.”
“Oh, I'll stop them. Believe that!” Ellie Broadtail shouts from out of frame. The camera pans down to reveal the otter clad in an identical bathrobe. Her teeth are clenched, and her legs occasionally twitch. “After this little stunt, there's not a chance in hell I'm making ‘El-Barry shipping’ a real thing.”
“Haha, fair enough! But I've stuck my dick in enough dubious places over the years that I think I've earned a little reciprocity. After all, it's for science,” Barry chuckles, his voice cracking as he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.
“‘Dubious places’? What, you mean like this?” Ellie shouts, throwing open her robe and gesturing between her thighs.
A slender, pink tendril slides out from between the otter’s labia, searching the air before sliding back in–taking the opportunity to slither over her clitoris as it retracts. The otter clenches her eyes shut and scowls with her hands on her hips, clearly trying to shut out the pleasure being expertly inflicted by the creature inside her snatch.
“Did you catch that?” Barry asks, the camera swiping back up to his face. An unmistakable gleam of excitement shines in his eyes. “That was the famous Coitus Interceptus, and today we're going to put it to the test!”
An informational graphic slides into frame, featuring measurements, origins, and the date of discovery. It features a pink, pliable, eyeless octopus-like head with three tendrils dangling from the main body.
“These creatures were originally discovered by hunters in Central America, where they squirmed their way into unlucky female game animals,” Barry narrates. “It wasn't long before it was discovered that they were just as happy with biped vaginas!”
Another slide enters the frame. This one features an oil painting of an aristocratic arctic fox seated on a stool with her thighs open, a Coitus Interceptus grasped in one hand.
“Before long, the creature was bred and distributed worldwide for use as a marital aid for bougie couples bored with each other's natural naughty bits. Not that I doubt the quality of yours, Ellie.”
“Gee, thanks,” Ellie grumbles.
A diagram of the female reproductive tract appears on screen. The squeezing creature’s body is squished nearly flat against the rear of the vaginal tract, with its tentacles extended out toward the vulva. A depiction of a canine penis slides into the vagina. Tentacles squirm around it as it advances toward the main body, which latches onto the tip.
“As the name implies, the Coitus Interceptus is primarily concerned with ingesting seminal fluid to fertilize its own clutch of eggs. The process is apparently not half bad for both parties, although some can reportedly be a little overzealous. Hopefully, we've sourced a mellow one. Although…I wouldn't know, because this one was caught in the wild rather than purchased from a dealer.”
“You what!?”
Cut back to the hotel room, where Ellie is grinding her heel into Barry's big toe.
“H-Hey! Bite injuries are rare! There's really nothing to worry about!” Barry yelps, pulling his foot away.
“Oh, that's great,” Ellie sighs, tossing her robe aside and clambering up onto the plush bed. “Because if I feel any teeth, you'll be feeling mine.”
Ellie crawls across the silky blanket and pulls a pillow against her stomach, lifting her rear and muscular tail into the air. Her anus and glistening vulva are on full display. Barry shuffles across the bed on his knees, tossing his robe away. His eyes are glued to his co-host’s exposed sex. Between his thighs, his erection is well on its way to full strength.
“Hoo, holy shit,” Barry mutters under his breath, admiring the presented otter bits before him.
“Hey, hey! Science! Science only!” Ellie huffs, reaching back and pulling a plump ass cheek to the side.
“Y-Yeah, Barry stutters as he grabs his penis in one trembling fist.
The camera cuts to a close-up shot of Ellie's hiked-up rear. Barry's canine cock slides into frame before nudging against the puffy flesh of the otter's labia. A tendril darts out and prods at the sensitive maleness as if analyzing it.
“It seems that our little friend is eager!” Barry observes, pressing his tapered organ between the blossoming lips.
A pink tentacle spirals around his shaft and tightens before fiercely tugging. An inch of dog flesh sinks into the otter with a wet squick.
“Ohhh man…sorry Ellie, I'm going in apparently!” Barry moans, his hips scooting forward.
“Huff…yeah. Don't sweat it. I've had larger,” she replies.
Smash cut to Barry's face, his eyes shifting nervously toward the camera. The iconic “OOF” sound effect plays.
Shifting the lens down, we can see Ellie's muzzle nestled against the bed. She bites her lower lip before speaking. “The sensation of P-in-V is pretty familiar, but the creature is definitely making a difference. I can't ever predict what its tentacles are going to do, and that's the most exciting part.”
“Yeah, for sure,” Barry gasps as the camera whips back up to his face. “It kinda tickles, but in a…fun way.”
Our view returns to the rear, as Barry begins gently thrusting his hips against his cohort's soft, fuzzy rump. Her labia grips him each time he withdraws, and moist sounds emerge as his penis submerges itself once more. Save for the occasional flickering of a tendril sliding out and caressing Barry's knot, it looks like a standard homegrown sex tape. Coincidentally, such a tape has been demanded in the comment section of every Squeezing Safari video for several years.
“I–hrf–hate to sound unprofessional, but you're really tight,” Barry pants, hooking his thumbs into her ass cheeks and pulling them apart.
“Yeah, well, I'm an otter. Also, I do kegels. Check it out!”
The muscles of Ellie's ass jerk as she squeezes. Tendrils swirl out of her labia, almost as if the creature is considering making a run for it.
“E-Ellie, I think you might be…Ahh!”
A wicked grin is etched onto Ellie's muzzle as she starts pumping her hips back and forth, her rear visibly clenching and gripping Barry's cock each time it pulls out of her body.
“Yeah, there we go!” Ellie gloats. “The trick is, you gotta relax when he goes in and grip when he goes out. Mess up the rhythm and you've a got a bruised dick on your hands.”
“‘B-Bruised’?” Barry whines as he watches his pride and joy disappearing inside the small mammal’s muscular channel.
The dog's hips start moving a little faster and a little jerkier, as if he's slowly losing control of his body. Perhaps he is. One of his hands grips and lifts Ellie's tail as he takes charge, breeding her enthusiastically.
“I can feel something kinda sucking on the tip! Ohhhhh, boy,” Barry wheezes.
“That must mean he's–oof–close!” Ellie interjects, turning to look back at the camera. “And none too soon. I'm ready to get the calamari outta my clam.”
“That's great, babe, because I'm about to–”
“Wait a minute, who are you calling–”
Ellie's complaints are cut off by Barry's frantic thrusts. His balls draw up as his eyes roll into his skull. Choking sounds emerge from his gaping maw. The vast majority of Squeezing Safari videos contain orgasms, but future tier list Ewetubers will agree that this one is easily S+.
“Oh fuck, take it, girl! Fucking take it!” Barry shouts.
“I'm not the one taking it,” Ellie growls as he bottoms out, shoving his knot against her straining lips.
“Wha-What do you mean? Oh…right…OH RIGHT! OH SHIT!”
Barry tumbles backward, his arms pinwheeling. With a wet splorch, the dog's soaked appendage pulls out of the otter–and the creature comes with it. The Coitus Interceptus has his cock firmly ensnared in its tentacles, its mouth chewing frantically on the tip as it jerks and spasms.
“SENSITIVE! TOO SENSITIVE! PLEASE HELP!” Barry shrieks, his hand pulling fruitlessly at the creature's glistening exterior.
The camera pans over to Ellie. Her leg is hiked up as she scrubs at her crotch with the edge of her discarded robe.
“Fuck, there's so much slime,” she grumbles, looking at her sopping, matted crotch fur with disgust. “I feel like there's a Nickelodeon game show going on in my snatch.”
The camera pans away from the bed. Barry stands near the nightstand, frantically whipping his penis up and down–apparently trying to use momentum to dislodge the monster. Ellie gives up on trying to clean herself and scrambles on her hands and knees to her stricken cohort.
“Hold still, damnit! Let me get one of its tentacles…and…uh…”
Her voice fades out, and so does the shot.
“WAIT! ELLIE, YOU'RE MAKING IT BITE HARDER! WHY DOES IT EVEN HAVE TEETH!?” Barry sobs.
Fade to black. Text appears on screen reading: “He's okay, folks! However, there will be a three week hiatus due to…extensive bruising. Join us next time for another edutainment extravaganza on Squeezing Safari!”