Potion Mishap
#2 of Potion Play
Harry yawns loudly, his eyes fluttering open as he finally awakens for the time he had with his new mate earlier that morning. He looks around the room, searching for Torro but not finding any trace of him. Harry glances down at his stomach, still nicely rounded, and filled with his lover's seed.
His tail hole leaking white seed onto the couch, a lot had already leaked out, making a large puddle of white on the couch, over his tail and on his rump and legs. Harry grunts as he sits up to get a better look around the room, still hoping to find his lover.
Harry smiles, noticing a folded up piece of paper laying on the end table next to the couch. He reaches over and picks it up, opening it slowly to read the note he knew Torro left him. He read it over slowly in his mind...
Dear Harry,
Thank you for such a wonderful time last night. If you are reading, this then I have not yet returned from my daily visit to the gym. I did not want to wake you to tell you so I thought to just write this instead. I will see you as soon as I get back.
Love Torro
Harry smiles, holding the note to his chest, sitting on the couch in a puddle of his mate's seed, sighing softly to himself. It was still early; the sun's rays were shining in through the closed blinds, making small stripes of light on the floor.
He looks down at his cum covered body "Well I had better get cleaned up before all this cum dries into my fur..." He stands up, stopping for a moment to wonder why exactly he was talking to himself, shaking his head to get the thought out of his mind.
Harry makes his way toward the bathroom, leaving a trail of cummy footprints. Luckily, his floors were made of hard wood so cleaning it all up would not be hard. He walks into the bathroom, reaching into the shower, turning it on and waiting a few moments for the water to warm up before stepping inside.
He stands there for several minutes, just letting the water flow down his body, soaking into his fur. He murrs softly, turning around to let it wash over his back and tail. The fur on his tail matting down, causing his tail to droop down to the floor. Looking back, he grabs the base and lifts it up, allowing the water to wash over the underside of his tail and his rump.
He stood there for several more minutes, letting the water was some of the sticky seed away from his body. Once he was satisfied with the warm water simply washing over his body he grabbed a bar of soap and began to wash up, taking extra time to get all the seed out of his fur.
Harry steps out of the shower, drying his fur thoroughly, combing it back so it was flat against his body like it normally was, giving his fur that silky smooth look that he liked. He walks to his room, opening the closet and pulling out some fresh clothes, a black shirt, a pair of tight black leather pants, a black cloak and a pair of black leather gloves, the usual.
He sighs softly, trying to think of something to do while waiting for Torro. Harry smiles to himself, walking out of the bedroom and into the room, flicking on the lights to the room he was in last night, looking at the tables and alchemy equipment that rested on top of them.
He makes his way over to one of the tables; a collection of ingredients he could use for potions that he kept in large jars covered the table. He grabs a few at random, as he normally does when he is messing around. He turns around, setting the jars on the table that was now in front of them, taking off the lids, the aroma of dirt from some of the roots filling the air.
He reaches in one of the jars, pulling it out and placing it in his Mortar and Pestle, grinding away at the root. Some time later, he lifts up a new liquid; it was light blue in color. He looks through the clear glass of the test tube, sighing softly as nothing happens, signaling that it was a dud.
Harry turns around, setting the liquid down in a test tube wrack with several other potions that were all marked duds. Turning around once more to start over, his large fluffy tail knocking over the wrack of useless potions, making a large mess on the floor, the colors mixing together to make a light green. He sighs softly, walking out of the room to go get a rag to clean up the mess.
As he leaves, the liquid begins to clump up together, growing into a small blob of clear green goo. The blob slowly squirms out of the room, following the skunk without being noticed.
Harry was in the kitchen looking for a rag for the mess. Finding one, he turns around, spotting the green glob of the floor at the entrance to the kitchen. He meeps a little as it slowly made its way toward him, the glob adopting several long thick tentacles that did not seem to make the blob any smaller.
He turns to run away but one of the tentacles whips out and wraps around his ankle; as soon as he was grabbed, he trips and falls onto the floor with a loud thud. He whines softly in pain and fear as another tentacle reaches out and wraps around his other ankle, inching ever closer to him.
Two more tentacles reach out and begin to undress him, pulling off the cloak. Harry bats at the tentacles with his paws, trying to keep them away only to get his wrists restrained by another two tentacles. The blob resumes removing the frightened skunk's clothing, pulling off the black shirt and pants, leaving Harry once again nude and exposed.
The blob finally stopped advancing toward the skunk, stopping a few inches away from Harry's feet. The two tentacles that were removing the clothing move down a little, tracing a line down the skunk's rump. The skunk whines a little, wiggling as much as he could.
His tail rose instinctively, giving the blob access to his tail hole. The two tentacles thrust forward, both shoving into Harry's pucker, making him yelp in pain. His hole tightens around the two strangely hard tentacles as the made their way deeper into his body.
A soft moan escaped Harry's throat as he begins to enjoy the treatment the tentacles were giving him, still pushing deeper and deeper into his rump. The tentacles around his wrists and ankles pulled him up into the air, holding him above the main blob. Another tentacle moved out of the blob, stretching up to Harry's muzzle, forcing its way inside, pushing straight down the skunk's throat.
Tears began to stream down Harry's face from the pain of his throat being forced open and his tail hole being stretched wide by the two thick tentacles inside of his rump which had stopped moving farther in, instead they began to thrust in and out of his body, making him moan around the tentacle in his throat.
His small black shaft slipped from his furry white sheath; a new tentacle rose up and enveloped Harry's shaft, a strong sucking feeling over his shaft. He moans more around the tentacle, goo oozing out of the tips of the tentacles in his rump and throat, filling him with the useless goo.
The blob began to thrust the tentacles in and out of the helpless skunk faster and harder, making him whine and moan even more. The glob let out a loud screech as climax griped its small gelatinous form, the tentacles spraying goo into Harry's body, filling him up rather nicely, goo oozing out of his tail hole back onto the blob, making Harry's nice clean body dirty once more.
During the blob's climax, Harry too orgasmed, not able to hold our anymore, shooting his thick skunk seed into the tentacle. Cum traveled down the tentacle and into the blob's main body, making it screech loudly and melt down into a puddle. Harry slowly lowered back to the ground as the blob dissolved, the tentacles falling from his rump.
Harry looks down at the puddle of green gunk that was once the blob, wondering what exactly had just happened there. He shrugs a bit, reaching back and rubbing his sore hole, oozing the last of the blobs green slime from his body, the slime strangely soothing his rump, making it feel normal once more.
He grabbed a cloth, washed up the puddle of goo, wiped his rump and muzzle a little before heading back to the shower to clean up once more. He turns on the water, letting it once again heat up before stepping in. He closed his eyes and sighs softly, letting the water once more wash over his body. His ears flick a bit hearing the door open and close then the familiar voice reaching his ears "Harry, I am home."