Nathan's Last G.A.S.P.
A sly thief discovers there's a secret to his latest job.
Nathan's Last G.A.S.P.
SynTech Slushpile #20
By Danath (danath.sofurry.com)
Characters © Shakal
Content warning: M/m, M/M/M/M/m, M/M/M/M/M/M/M/M/M/M/M vs M/M/M/M/M/M/M/M/M/M/M with a little m in-between
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Nathan listened intently. The breathable, dark blue fabric of the mask surrounding his face tented past his muzzle, but the only holes were higher up for his eyes. The mask muffled his breathing and dispersed the air so that he wouldn't trigger the air pressure alarms.
Thick, rubber-soled socks designed to be soundless stretched over his ankles and calves. They hid the outlines of his feet and helped the slim, narrow raccoon move silently through the corridor. His large, bushy tail featured three large black rings and was wider in the middle than he was. Nathan approached the double-doors at the end of the corridor and crouched in front of a card reader. His tail swept around and he stuffed a paw into the fur, then withdrew a few high-tech pieces of hacking equipment. He hooked the device over the top of the reader and tapped on the control panel, eyes scrunching as his pupils dilated.
He smirked when the lights turned green and the doors swung open.
"Thirty seconds," he said, stuffing the device back into his bushy tail as he stood up and peered into the room. "New personal best."
Though adopting a more casual stride through the laboratory, Nathan's eyes darted around, looking for any potential triggers or traps the company may have left behind. Valhalla, Inc., took security seriously, but they were no match for the crafty raccoon. A few weeks of surveillance and fully memorizing the client's brief, and he managed to walk right into one of their most secure facilities.
Nathan scanned the room, then grinned beneath the mask before pulling it off and stuffing it into the side pocket of the black vest and shorts romper-style jumpsuit hugging his narrow frame. And there was the target - the SynTech briefcase prototype. Some kind of executive entertainment and safety device, the details were scarce. SynTech was working with Valhalla on the project, though, which made Valhalla the easiest way to get the device for the client.
Three hours, four ditched vehicles, and an uncomfortable stretch of trudging through a stinky underground tunnel, and Nathan was home. Well, not "home," but one of the many dozens of safehouses he networked around the city. The case sat against the wall, occasionally drawing his eye. Was it his imagination, or was it glowing in the moonlight?
The raccoon nodded his head as he spoke through a vocal mixer into a burner phone.
"Drop off at the usual place. Wire the money to the account I'll leave with the drop. Thanks, Echo."
A faint whisper, then a click. Nathan grinned as he popped the sim card and battery out of the burner phone and crushed them under the corner of a large brick that had fallen from the wall of the abandoned house. This was going to set him up quite nicely for the foreseeable future. The raccoon needed a long vacation. He'd even told Echo as much when the mysterious voice offered him another job. Going off the grid, taking a break - the raccoon wanted to find out what it was like to enjoy all the money he earned through his illicit activities. How many labs had he broken into? How many secrets had he stolen? The raccoon smirked as he walked across the dark living room of the house and draped a large canvas floor covering over the briefcase, blocking it from view. He had no interest at all in learning anything more than he had to about the things he stole. Once he had 'em, he wanted nothing more than to lose 'em. Money and little else motivated the raccoon.
Nathan settled into the corner of the room farthest from the case and curled his shoulders, half-sitting against the wall, one-eye open as his head nodded. A quick nap wouldn't hurt. He had a while to wait until the drop-off, and not even Echo would be able to find this place.
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A bright blue flash woke the raccoon from his slumber. Nathan stumbled to his feet, tail bushing out as he blinked and rubbed his eyes. The case emitted a powerful white light through the canvas drop cloth, which faded to the cool blue as Nathan held a paw over his face.
"What the-"
"Environmental danger present. Initiating emergency containment mode. Please remain calm," a computerized, androgynous voice said. "Environmental rubble detected. Please wait while I assist you."
The briefcase tore through the dropcloth and floated in mid-air as Nathan slowly backed away. A blue laser angled from the corner of the case swept the room with a wide beam. The whole case rotated and the latches at the top to either side of the slick black handle undid themselves with a pair of "clacks!" that echoed through the room like gunshots.
The case fell open and a bright blue glow filled the room. Nathan's jaw dropped open and his wide tail bushed out as he stared at the goopy, dripping blue globs of ooze angling out of the case. The sides of the briefcase retracted into the panels before the whole thing stretched wider, until it was nearly six feet across. The sides came out again, forming a large cube with one open side - the side pointed directly at the raccoon.
Nathan's ears folded backwards as another laser swept across the room. He ran, trying to get to the window, but the briefcase-turned-cube intercepted him, hovering into place in front of his path to freedom. The glowing blue insides of the cube wriggled and shifted, forming wide tendrils before pulling back into the slopping mess of illuminated ooze.
"No! Back off!" the raccoon gasped. His anti-skid socks gripped the splintered wood beams of the floor beneath him and then broke through. He windmilled his arms as his forward momentum ceased too quickly, and though he stretched his tail as far as he could behind him, the raccoon's black-banded eyes went wide as he fell straight into the box.
The lid of the cube shunked closed a moment later, completely isolating whatever was inside from whatever dangerous threat its scanners detected from the outside. The six-foot cube dropped to the floor with a thud, cracking through the already splintered timbers. On one face of the solid black cube, a small logo only an inch or so wide flashed in a faint, pulsing blue glow, spelling out a single name: SynTech.
The box sat in the middle of the living room of the abandoned house, a few hundred feet below the roaring overpass above. Nothing moved, nothing stirred, as the dust gradually settled across the glossy black surface of the prototype SynTech G.A.S.P. - short for Goo-Assisted Survival Pod.
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Inside the cube, Nathan thrashed his arms and legs and twisted his body, but nothing could stop the rich blue goo from surrounding his body and invading every cavity it could find. It was warm, body temperature, and shifted and moved around him easily as if it were predicting his movements in real-time.
"Welcome to your personalized G.A.S.P. from SynTech! Thanks to our partners at Valhalla Industries, your upgraded G.A.S.P. features an entirely new range of entertainment options to keep you busy while awaiting rescue! Thank you for using G.A.S.P.," a voice said, the computerized monotone a low and steady noise that seemed to come from inside his own head. "Please wait for visual interface connection."
Nathan squirmed, but no matter what he did, he couldn't even feel the edges of the inside of the cube. The ooze held him, caressed him, slid along his body and enveloped him, slowing his movements as a rhythmic massage kneaded his body from his toes to his ears. The gradual intensity of the full-body stimulation made his muzzle open and his body relax as goo and ooze slowly filled his throat and muzzle and nostrils. His eyes flashed as they opened and blinked, though what he saw wasn't a sea of gently-illuminated ooze, but what the specially-programmed unit was designed to make him see.
Nathan looked down at his paws and arms. Regular fur, no sign of ooze or goop. He was floating in an empty white space, illuminated by something bright and far, far away. There was nothing around, but he didn't have any difficulty moving or turning or walking, despite the lack of ground. It felt... real.
"Video interface established. Welcome to your pre-determined initial simulation."
Nathan looked around, but there was no sign of the voice, as before. The white around him dripped and drizzled, running down like it was melting, and revealing behind it a familiar office. But why was it familiar? Nathan tried to remember as he looked at the large artworks on the walls, the fancy suede chairs and wooden furniture, the elegant and modern architecture and lighting... it was so familiar, but why?
The white drizzles of ooze disappeared, melting into nothing, as the scene established itself around Nathan, who glanced towards the front of the small office in surprise as he realized it was less of an office and more of a waiting area. Behind the desk, a lean otter in a sharp black suit sat at a desk, eyes locked on the raccoon.
"My, my, my... what was I going to do with you?" the otter said, smirking as he leaned forward and rested his chin on the backs of his interlaced, webbed fingers. "Fortunately, SynTech was able to provide an assist."
The raccoon's tail bushed out and he turned around, lurching towards the doors and yanking them open, but stopped as he realized that beyond was nothing - a black void without end.
"Please enjoy your stay. And don't worry, I'll be checking in on you now and again."
"Wait, no! Don't-"
Nathan stopped. The otter was already gone.
The computer voice returned.
"Initial program ended. New program loa- Corrrrrrrrrruuuuppttitiooooonnnn errrrrorrrrrrrrrrrr detected. Corruption error detected. Reverting. Corruption error detected. Backloading. Corruption error detected. Loading new program from user input."
Nathan froze. User input? What was that?
"Query. User input will determine the composition of the next program due to corrr-corrr-corrr-corrr-"
"Okay, okay, I get it," Nathan said. "So... this place is just a prison and I need to break out of it, huh?"
"User input detected. Program initializing."
Nathan's brain spun as he watched the walls melt around him. What was this? Where was this? He landed in the box, then nothing, then the white space. He was still... inside the box? It was the only thing that made sense. The black void outside the office - the warning from the otter, obviously a disguise.
And where had he seen that office? The otter mentioned Val-
Nathan stiffened as the realization of just what must have happened. He'd been set up.
A large hand covered in white and brown splotches descended around Nathan's shoulder and jerked him backwards. He grunted as something hard and warm thumped between his shoulders before a second hand grabbed his hips, holding his lower half in place. The raccoon looked up, black band around his eyes stretching along with his pupils when he saw the painted pony smirking down at him. A black security cap rested between the naked, muscular stallion's pointed ears, partly covering the long mane of blonde hair running down his rugged shoulders. The pony's huge biceps grasped the raccoon tighter as the heavy warmth slid lower. Nathan's eyes bugged when he finally realized just what it was.
The simulation... it was created based on user input. Nathan turned his head towards his own chest and twisted, trying to pull away, but the stallion was just too strong. The raccoon's nostrils flared as the scent of the aroused male struck him. No! He had to think of something... something else... What wasn't sexy? The library?
"Program stored. User input detected. Simulation beginning."
A disappointed whinny, then the grip on his body relaxed. Nathan let out a relieved sigh and twitched as he felt an afterglow of the weight of the stallion's shaft across his lower back. Where had that come from? If it was based on user input, and he hadn't been thinking about painted ponies? Nathan shook his head, wondering just what the next scene would be as the surroundings dripped and melted away. Maybe he could overload the system, he thought, trying to take the moment to plan. Maybe he could figure out how to get the computer to self-destruct. How did it know there was a disaster, anyways? It was just an abandoned house.
"Outside toxicity levels remain at 100 percent. Lockdown stasis is required to ensure client safety. Please wait for rescue while enjoying your customized Valhalla Industries operating system," the voice said.
Massive stacks of shelves formed all around Nathan. The short, lean raccoon stumbled backwards as the lighting dropped. This was a library, yes, but not the one he'd thought of. There was no check-out desk, no fluorescent lights, no displays of local artwork. This was medieval.
Nathan froze as a hiss echoed in his ear. A glossy emerald arm covered in tight-knit scales wrapped around his chest, while the tip of a snake's pointed tail wrapped around one of his ankles. The raccoon couldn't move as he felt a gush of hot air across the back of his neck and the tight coils climbed higher up his leg.
"What have we here?" a hoarse voice croaked into Nathan's ears. "A tasssty morsssel..."
Nathan's legs and hips disappeared in coils as he felt himself turned around to face a massive naga. The snake's eyes glowed as he slid his fingers through the raccoon's fur, a smile spreading across his wide, boxy muzzle. His upper torso flexed, before turning fully snakelike around his hips.
"Who are you?" Nathan gasped, unable to even wriggle as the coils squeezed him tighter.
"The Librarian, of courssse," the naga hissed, emerald body shimmering as it swayed and slithered.
The raccoon closed his eyes. This was not what he meant. Definitely not. He tried to ignore the naga's tongue teasing against his neck, the tight coils sliding around his backside, and to focus on something else... something safe, something pleasant, something modern...
"User input detected. Program stored. New simulation loading."
A somewhat disappointed hiss, but the coils loosened. When Nathan opened his eyes, the medieval library was gone. Instead, he was in a humid white-walled room with a white tiled floor. Clouds of vapor billowed from steam vents. It was certainly warm - not quite a sauna, but close. The raccoon looked around, but he couldn't see much beyond a few feet in front of him as the clouds of mist intensified, along with a surprisingly strong and sweet scent of flowers. Nathan followed his nose with one hand on the wall to guide him, feeling out each step as he went.
His carefulness didn't prevent the raccoon from tumbling forward across the damp trails when something wrapped around his ankle. He yelped as the tightness increased. Whatever it was, Nathan knew it was a few inches thick at least, and soft but strong, like a rope or...
Enough mist cleared for Nathan to see a dark shape - or rather, shapes - wiggling in the air in front of him, rising from the floor to the ceiling through the clouds of mist. His body slid across the floor, dragged by whatever was around his ankle towards the wiggling mass of additional somethings.
It wasn't until he was a few feet away that he realized they weren't ropes, but close. They were vines.
Dozens of the large, dark green lengths pressed forward out of the mist, surrounding and wrapping and coiling around the raccoon's arms, legs, and head. Nathan's throat bulged as several thrust inside him at once, while between his thighs, he could feel-
The raccoon's brain blanked. He thought as hard as he could about anything else. ANYTHING ELSE especially as the squirming, wriggling length surged inside him, while another wrapped up his balls and clenched so hard that he saw stars... stars... outside. He should be outside. Safe, in a public place, like a... a park! He filled his mind's eye with green grass, pruned trees, walking paths...
"Program stored. User input detected. Simulation loading," the voice said.
Nathan sagged as the vines shifted, squeezed once, then withdrew. That was close. The raccoon panted as the walls began to melt and the heat of the steam dissipated. The raccoon kept his eyes closed as he crouched against the ground, even when he could feel the grass under his fingers and the heat of the sun across his backside. Was this really it? Would he be safe enough to at least think for a few minutes in this simulation?
"Hey," a deep voice grunted from above the raccoon. "Check the ass on this one."
"Yeah, he's a real hottie. Already undressed."
"Convenient. Right at the end of our run, too."
"Dibs on his muzzle."
Nathan's eyes cracked open. Four pairs of hooves stood in front of him in a variety of colors, and the legs and bodies that stretched from those broad hooves matched. A black stallion, a brown stallion, a shaggy beige stallion, and a splotchy red and black stallion - each as big as the other, all swollen with muscle and vigor. They wore matching shirts featuring the name of their college. Nathan's eyes widened as he leaned up onto his knees, staring at the letters stretching across their damp, soaked pecs and abs, as the sweating stallions crowded in closer.
Apparently, these four large males were all members of the "RumpWreckers University" soccer team.
The raccoon's eyes slid lower and his jaw dropped when he saw the fat, obvious flares distending the legs of their baggy gym shorts. When the fabric did pull taut, it showed the girth of the veiny slabs of horsecock just right, especially with the bright, warm sun glinting off their sweating bodies.
"This cocksleeve is gonna feel great!"
"He really looks like a slut, too, don't he?"
"Reminds me of my last girlfriend. She was flat chested too."
"Fuck, he's cute. I'm gonna ruin that cute ass."
The stallions reached down together, grabbing at the raccoon, who didn't have a chance to run. Fingers clenched into his rump cheeks, pawed at his belly and thighs, while teeth nipped at his ears and neck. The red and black stallion's muzzle opened and a huge tongue filled Nathan's cheeks. Behind, he felt a warmth squeeze between his cheeks under his tail and he wiggled desperately, but couldn't stop the grunting black stallion's half-hard length from grinding on in. His eyes widened, bulging outwards, when the huge stalk shoved in deep and flexed, filling and growing while planted deep in his belly already. His legs kicked against a pair of powerful shoulders as another of the stallions, the smooth beige pelted one, wrapped his long muzzle around Nathan's sheath and balls all at once, licking and suckling with such expertise that the raccoon couldn't help but grow aroused. The other two stallions leaned him forward, presenting their twin erections, each big male holding one of his arms.
The red and black stallion and the brown stallion leaned against each other, arms draped over their shoulders as they tugged the squirming, gasping raccoon forward, rubbing their flared tips across his lips and cheeks. When Nathan opened his muzzle to gasp for breath, the brown stallion's hand shoved his head down, wrapping his lips around the throbbing, veiny flare. The raccoon's throat distended with the ridge of the tip, showing its progress towards the matching bulge grinding away in the slim, slender male's belly.
"Nnnngghhh... fuck, yeah, this is great training for the game on Saturday," the black stallion groaned. His hips thrust forward, slapping his meaty balls against the back of the suspended racoon's thighs. "This cockwarmer is so tight... fuck, yeah..."
"No complaints about this bitch's muzzle," the stallion positioned in front said, nodding in agreement. His mane glinted in the sunlight as he stretched his shoulders back and flexed his pecs. The fat log inside Nathan's throat bulged, and the small male's nostrils flared as streams of thick white seed shot out of his nose.
"Heh, you're so easy to nut," the red and black stallion said, one of his hands working the brown stallion's balls.
Nathan's eyes crossed, then closed, as he felt his own shaft pulsing, beating, hard as he'd ever been in the beige stallion's expert muzzle. The broad tongue stroked from his balls to his tip while the suction made him... made him...
"Heh, look at 'im squirm, the slut must be cummin'," the black stallion said. His palm smacked across Nathan's furry rump cheek, and the raccoon's tail twitched in response. "Wonder how many times we can make the cocksleeve do that. Feels fuckin' great..."
The sweaty equine bodies rubbed and ground against Nathan as his folded ears flicked each time one of the four hilted his body, whether his burning throat or his burning tail. He kept his eyes closed as the taste and scent of their masculine bodies overwhelmed him, and tried to focus on something else. If he could just... change... the program...
"Program storage is full. Current simulation must finish before additional simulations can be generated."
Nathan's belly slumped downwards as the black stallion drew his teeth back. His whole body hardened as he dug his fingers into the raccoon's hips, dragging him down to the base of the huge equine length. The stallion came hard, grunting all the while, flooding the thin raccoon for a few minutes before roughly dragging free. His fat stalk, still hard, flexed against the waistband of his shorts as white seed dribbled down the length and into the grass between his hooves. Nathan squirmed, gagging and grunting around the massive shaft stretching his jaws, as the beige equine pulled off his cock with a slurp, then assumed the black stallion's position.
"Mmmh... now that he's fully warmed up, I think I'll take him for a spin..."
"C'mon, my turn in the slut's muzzle!"
"Heh, I'm gonna get some water bottles. Keep him hot for me, I may wanna take another run at his rump."
Nathan's lips squeezed as the brown stallion's flared shaft tugged free of his throat, though he only managed a breath or two of musky air before the red and black stallion's medial ring plugged up his muzzle. The big, powerful studs grunted as they triple-teamed the raccoon, each taking their time to fully nut inside the squirming, gasping, fully-spooged up raccoon. By the time the black stallion was back with their water bottles, they were just about done - the red and black stallion was just wiping the last few blasts of thick spunk into Nathan's soggy pelt.
The four stallions trotted off, laughing and talking amongst themselves as their massive cocks flopped outside their gym shorts, still dripping, leaving the bloated raccoon to soak in their juices in the grass.
And soak Nathan did. He'd never been fucked like that. It was hard, it was fast, it was casual. His rump ached, and he could feel himself draining as he rolled onto his side, breathing hard, chest scraping over the grass. His paws wrapped around his swollen, tan-furred belly as he shifted his thighs. His cock twitched into the grass and he bit his lower lip as he remembered how it felt to have such a powerful male owning his rump so completely...
No! No, he had to think unsexy thoughts. He had to try to clear his mind. That was key. Now that the simulation was over, he could finally get back on track and escape the G.A.S.P.
"Alright, everyone, this spot looks perfect! Don't forget to have your partner ready for the more difficult poses!"
Nathan opened his eyes, then looked down at his belly. It was smooth, flat, back to normal. His tail hole felt well-used, but there were no signs of leakage. As he sat up, looking for the source of the voice, he realized he was in front of three lines of wolves, all various colors of fur from black to white, green to red, purple to orange. All were shaggy, muscular males, bare from the hips up. What really drew the raccoon's attention, however, were the bulges showing in the matching gray yoga pants each of the wolves wore. While at various stages of arousal and size, the smallest looked at least as big as Nathan's own head, while the biggest of the wolves...
Nathan shuddered and backed away, crawling on his hips and hands, until he felt something knock into the back of his head.
Turning around, he looked up and realized another of the wolves was standing behind him. This one was a salt-and-pepper mix of black and white fur with a huge chest and solid core, plus a fully inflated bulge stretching lewdly against the thin fabric of the taut yoga pants, leaving little to the imagination.
"Okay, Wolf Pack Yoga, grab your partners, and let's start off with our warm-up poses! Follow my lead!"
The salt and pepper wolf's claws wrapped around Nathan's head, tugging and twisting him around until he was kneeling in front of the huge, muscular thighs. The raccoon realized all of the other wolves, members of the yoga club, had small, twinky males - raccoons, all of them - positioned in front of them as well.
"If you're not hard yet, feel free to use your yoga tool's muzzle. It's important you get your knot up by the time we reach the more advanced poses. Don't worry if your knotbitches struggle - that's what they're meant to do!"
"Glurk!"
The enormous lupine shaft thrust to the knot in the raccoon's muzzle. The huge ball of flesh, warm and hot, throbbed against Nathan's lips as the wolf's claws dug into the back of his skull, forcing his jaw to stretch even wider than the stallions. The hips started to pump, thrusting wetly, grinding down into Nathan's throat as a chorus of deep growls and slapping wet noises echoed from behind him.
"Second pose!" the lead wolf called out. "Keep those cocksleeves squirming!"
The huge shaft twisted in Nathan's throat - or rather, the raccoon twisted around the huge cock. The salt and pepper wolf grabbed his hips and turned him, rotating him until he was upside down. The huge hips thrust forward, angling upwards now, using gravity and new position to really hammer the raccoon's muzzle with the impossibly fat, hard knot. Streams of pre-cum rolled from Nathan's nostrils and the corners of his muzzle as he bounced.
"Third pose!"
The alpha lowered himself to the ground, then crossed his legs. Nathan's eyes bulged as the meaty, powerful thighs clenched around his neck and head, forcing his muzzle down over the knot, taking almost a third of it into his mouth. The massive stalk flexed as his tongue wiggled against the musky flesh. The hamstrings and quads ground against him, keeping him down as the wolf called out additional poses.
On his back... on his belly... hanging upside down... folded over and sat on... the yoga class went through every possibility, all narrated by the huge wolf's deep voice and insulting terms for the "yoga tools." The massive knot ground against Nathan's tailhole, easily dragging in and out past the flopping, fat-bellied male's loose rump cheeks after a few hours of working out. The salt and pepper's snarls of lust, matched by the rest of the pack, intensified into a howl as he came. Simultaneous eruptions lit up the drooling, overfilled bodies of the other "yoga tools" along with Nathan as the entire pack came after hours of edging their massive knots. The angry red bulges flared inside the raccoon, but he was so loose that the knot wouldn't properly take, though that didn't seem to bother any of the overhung lupines.
A near river of jizz rolled down the grass as the raccoon felt himself unceremoniously dumped onto his backside, the oversized length withdrawn.
"Alright, great work, everyone!" the alpha grunted. One of his paws wrapped around his shaft, milking a few more shots of seed out across Nathan's heaving, inflated body. "Finish up, and then let's get lunch!"
"Oh, sandwiches sound nice..."
"Let's get curry!"
Nathan rolled onto his side. Groaning as cum poured from his muzzle and rump. That was intense. He'd never been fucked so hard in all his life. Just what was going on with this simulation? His cock ached, still dripping from his most recent orgasm. How many times had he cum? How long had he been in the park? The raccoon couldn't remember. He looked around, blinking in the warm sunlight as a gentle breeze ruffled his fur. His dry, smooth fur - no signs of the hours of seed the wolf pumped into him.
Rising unsteadily to his feet, Nathan checked himself for damage. Surprisingly, he felt... good. Better than usual. Was the machine doing this? The raccoon thighs were tone, plumped up, thicker than before. What was going on?
"You're so full of shit, Bradley."
"Nuh, uh, you are, Steve!"
Nathan twirled around. Approaching down the path through the park were two clearly separate groups, but talking and joshing and playfully shoving each other as they made their way through. One group of snow leopards, eight in all, and another of black panthers of the same number. The two males leading the groups conversed the loudest, arguing and gesturing as they walked. Each and every one of the big cats was huge and muscular, broad-shouldered and firm from their heads to toes.
"I'm telling you, my crew can out-dance and out-fuck yours any day of the week."
"Yeah right! Okay, you talk a big game, but how about we put that little theory of yours to the test?"
"Yeah, we got a nice little humpslut right here!"
The crowd of felines stopped, forming into lines that jostled and bumped against each other as growls and individual challenges filled the air.
Nathan realized by now what was about to happen. He turned, ready to run, but a single large black finger hooked out and snagged the back of his neck. Pulled by the nape, he ended up smack in the middle of the two groups of beefy, muscular panthers and snow leopards.
The snow leopards wore lots of leg warmers in bright shades of neon, as well as fleece-trimmed booty shorts and elbow guards. Several had piercings or brightly colored wristbands and necklaces. The black panthers, on the other hand, all wore white clothes - unzipped white hoodies with nothing underneath, white cut-off jeans, white gym shorts, white tank tops and sleeveless shirts. Between their wide, muscular bodies, Nathan bounced around, often getting large bulges ground up against him from either side as the snarling big cats feuded.
"We'll settle this with him," the lead black panther grunted, thrusting Nathan forward. "I'll even let you go first."
The snow leopard's claws teased through Nathan's fur, making him gasp, as the other snow leopards grouped up, crossing their arms and slapping their tails together. From somewhere, a rhythmic, bass-heavy dance beat started playing.
"What the fu-" Nathan started to ask, before the snow leopard's paws shoved him forward onto his belly. All around, the other snow leopards were spinning and jumping and twirling and breakdancing in all manner of ways, while the leader pulled a thick pink length from his tight shorts that flopped across the raccoon's backside with a smack.
"We'll show you dumb panthers that snow leopards do it best!" the big male grunted as he sunk forward.
Nathan's howl echoed as the big, muscular feline's claws drug the smaller male down. His hips bounced, pumping, grinding, slipping side to side, before he reared back, pulling Nathan with him. The raccoon's belly bulged with the shape of the snow leopard's thickness as he stood up and started joining in the dancing with the rest of his troupe. Nathan's muzzle and rump passed between them as well, and he even found himself occasionally flung through the air as the breakdancers worked him over and into their routine. His drooling rump clenched each time he felt them grab at his body and pull him down, filling him fresh until he was squealing and gasping and cumming without even being able to touch himself.
The snow leopards ended their dance with a pose featuring the gasping, cum-soaked body of the raccoon bouncing up and down, fully impaled the lead snow leopard's thickness. The raccoon slowly slid down and off, crumpling into the grass as the big cats growled and grinned.
"Yeah, beat that!"
"Look at the little cocksleeve, he can't even walk. You think you can fuck better 'n that?"
"Give it up!"
The black panthers didn't waste any time. Their motions turned jerky and robotic as the next song started up, and in unison, they formed a perfectly synchronous line of pop-n-locking studs. Their black fur shone in the light, amplified by the matching bright clothes, that really allowed the line of thick, swinging pink cocks to stand out as the black panthers presented themselves. Unlike the freestyling snow leopards, the black panthers used rhythms and routines to create a seamless flow of pumping deep into the squealing raccoon, pop-n-locking him a few times until his whole body shuddered like he was being held in a paint shaking machine, then passing him down the line, flipping the raccoon tail-over-head several times throughout despite his bloated belly. The muscular felines finished off with a group wank, all eight of their massive organs ringing the dazed and dripping raccoon's cute little face. One after another, each of the rigid black panthers tensed up and fired. One leaned down, holding Nathan's jaw open with his fingers so they could pool their seed inside his muzzle until it flooded over.
Smirking and satisfied, the still-hard black panthers twirled on their rivals.
"Yeah, top that!"
"We gave him the fountain, no way you can beat us!"
"Suck it, snowcats!"
The two leaders, Steve and Bradley, approached Nathan where he lay in the grass, his whole body twitching and jerking from the various sensations he'd just undergone. His eyes cracked open as cum dribbled down his eyelids, and he peered up at the two expectant males.
"Well?" Steve asked.
"Who's best?" Bradley grunted.
Nathan moaned, belly sloshing. His rump ached so good. Just how long had those songs lasted? It seemed to go on for so much more than a few minutes...
"Uh... you win this round, black panther crew," Nathan said, ears twitching. It only seemed fair. The black panthers' pop-n-lock routine really satisfied his need for a good pounding.
No. Wait. Stop. That wasn't right. Nathan looked down at his smooth, flat belly, his dry fur, as the two groups of dancers wandered off together, still arguing.
"Ha! That gives us the edge, five wins to four!"
"We'll make it up tomorrow!"
Nathan shook his head. Was this park simulation finally done? Could he leave? He stood up and took a few steps, making his way to a bench along the path. He sank into it and panted, wondering just how long this particular program would last.
"Okay, everyone, let's get ready for our stamina practice! Remember, foxes last the longest!"
Too many red-furred, black-socked arms than Nathan could count suddenly grabbed him from behind, pulling him off the bench and into the grass behind. The raccoon squawked with alarm as he realized that all the foxes looked nearly identical, and there were dozens of them crowding around. He couldn't even see the bright blue sky past all the wiggling tails and beaming faces.
"Oooh, look at his bulge!"
"Alright, let's get started! Warm him up!"
Tongues and teeth in equal measure attacked the prone raccoon. Nathan's eyes closed as he squirmed beneath the rampaging fox bodies, and within minutes - or was it hours? - he was fully erect and quivering, breathing hard as foxes continued to nip at his neck, his ears, his nipples, his belly, his balls - everywhere, really. Another fox spread his legs across Nathan's belly and lowered his hips, pushing himself against the raccoon's cock while another fox guided it in. The slim, narrow raccoon bit his lip as the fox's warm, tight rump embraced his aching length. He tried to thrust, but the weight of so many vulpine bodies squirming against him left him pinned and immobile. The fox ground again, down and up, squeezing and moaning and praising Nathan.
"OOOooh, he's so good! Just the right size to really get a good grip on," the vulpine muzzle crooned. Claws scraped down Nathan's chest.
"Alright, remember, the goal of today's training is not to let the target cum, so don't overdo it. Everyone will get a hundred strokes, and we'll cycle through twice. Clear?" another fox said.
Nathan's eyes snapped open. His muzzle followed suit, but he could only mumble as fingers pushed past his lips and played across his tongue. The hips wrapped around his cock clenched, pulling on him, as he whined and moaned and shuddered. No matter how good it felt, though, no matter how much he thrust, he just couldn't cum. Fingers pushed and prodded his pressure points, pulled his balls, chewed on his ears, but he still couldn't cum. His cock ached, harder than he could ever remember, and each time those wide, plump, furry red fox cheeks squeezed into his thighs, he was sure that would push him over the edge into the bliss he so desperately required...
But no. The fox gasped and pulled off fully, then smirked and high-fived the second fox approaching for his turn.
"One hundred! Easy! I even came twice!"
"Hah, I bet I can do three and still keep this slut from letting loose. Watch!"
Nathan's eyes rolled into his head as his balls swelled. They dragged lower as he felt the pressure in his loins intensify. He had to cum... he had to cum... He. Had. To. Cum. But the foxes wouldn't allow it, and there were so many foxes to go...
"Great job, everyone!"
A chorus of yerfs and grunts and high-fives followed as the horde of red vulpines moved away through the park. On the grass behind them, Nathan's body seized up and curled in on itself. The raccoon's hands wrapped around his cock, the first time he'd been able to do so in... how long? How long had those dozens of foxes teased, stroked, and toyed with his cock, all without letting him get the release he craved? A couple of hours? Days? Had it been weeks?
Nathan's chest dripped with seed. Huge gushes of white spunk erupted from the raccoon's cock as soon as he touched himself. The foxes made sure to leave before even this, leaving the raccoon to handle it himself. His wet paws squelched through the river of seed as he rolled over, chest sliding over the grass, hips humping into his paws. White sprays of cum splashed into the green vegetation as he moaned, long and loud, his eyes once more rolling into the back of his head as he finally, finally, finally came. He was disappointed, in a way, not to be shooting this load into one of those amazing fox rumps, but this would have to do - not that he could stop himself anyways.
Again and again his hips surged forward, erupting fresh each time with pent-up raccoon lust, until he finally sagged down, draping his quivering hips into his own puddle of seed. His arms spread out as he panted hard, blades of grass tickling his nostrils each time he huffed for air.
That had to be it. The program had to be over. He would be able to set a new one now, a quiet environment with nobody, just him, maybe a desk and a television. He could sleep, think, and not get fucked, sucked, or ridden for once in... how long had it been, even?
"Program complete. Storing program. Program storage full. Cycling through CORRUPT ERROR DETECTED simultaneous program through Valhalla Enhanced operating system. Thank you for using the G.A.S.P. system."
Nathan, still recovering from the foxes, opened his eyes and stared in shock as his surroundings changed. In the distance, a hundred yards away, a giant medieval building grew out of the ground. It featured large spiked roof spires and windows, and the whole thing was made of enormous mortared boulders.
In the other direction, about another hundred yards, another building rose out of the ground. It was smaller, a rectangle with a single sealed door at the front. It looked kind of like a greenhouse from the outside.
Ahead of Nathan, in the third direction, a large and intimidating sleek black fortress grew from the fields of green grass. It was several stories tall and made of glossy, shining black slabs of marble. Black bars covered the windows, and Nathan could hear cries of pleasure and lust coming from within the structure.
And then the last of the four cardinal directions. Nathan stared behind him, as the path he was on stretched through a park full of huge, muscular, massive hardbodies - the stallion soccer players, the feline dance crews, the yoga wolves, and the massive flood of foxes.
The door to the ancient medieval structure flew open on its huge iron hinges. A large, fully aroused emerald naga surged out, tongue flicking and tasting the air as he slithered towards Nathan. Back at the entrance to the library, several more large snake-like figures emerged - assistant librarians, perhaps? A pair of centaurs, a clutch of femboy griffins, and an immense red-scaled dragon followed suit. From the jail, a siren sounded and the huge sliding barred doors at the front revealed a massive painted pony wearing nothing but a small black cap swinging a nightclub several times smaller than the club hanging over his powerful thighs. A horde of security guards emerged to follow their leader, the ranks of buff and muscular doms filled with a variety of species, though none regarded the small raccoon with anything other than sneering contempt and horny glances. The greenhouse doors slammed open next, and dozens of fat, pulsing tentacles flooded out in a twisting, surging mass of plant flesh. Flowers and pheromones filled the air, while from the park, Nathan heard howls and whinnies and roars, and a stampede of paws and hooves storming up the path...
* * *
The outer office was modern and beautiful. Large artworks hung on the walls that Jiji admired as she flicked her tail across the back of her thighs, where it dropped below the hem of her tight black skirt, which reached no farther than the tigress's mid-thigh.
"Ms. Jiji? This way, please."
One of the Valhalla Industries secretaries led Jiji out of the waiting room and into the office of Shakal, the CEO, who rose from his desk and smiled as he gestured towards a pair of large stuffed chairs in the center of the room.
"Thank you for coming, and please, have a seat. Would you like some water? Coffee?"
The tigress smiled as she dropped her hips into the chair and crossed her legs, leaning back and smirking at the black panther.
"Let's keep this meeting short. Well? Don't keep me in suspense?" the feline said.
"Oh, the operation was a complete success," Shakal purred, taking a seat in the other chair and grinning at the tigress past the lamp on the table between them. "Consider our favors repaid in full."
"Wonderful news!" Jiji said, clapping her paws together as her heavy chest jiggled in her tight blouse and suit jacket. "The authorities weren't involved?"
"Considering how off-the-grid our little thief lived, they don't even know he exists."
"And you're keeping him in a secure location? He was ranked as one of the top ten corporate espionage threats at SynTech last year."
"Oh, yes, very secure," Shakal said, his voice dropping to a purr again.
On the wall in front of the pair, a screen appeared. It showed a first-person view of a pair of dark, muscular thighs swinging forward towards the camera. Jiji's eyebrow lifted as she watched a huge equine shaft slide back and fall into frame, dripping a frankly overwhelming amount of seed that splattered across the view. The angle changed, pulling back and zooming out, revealing tan and dark black fur, a bushy ringed tail, a swollen belly, and a panting, moaning raccoon eagerly asking - nay, begging - the black stallion for another throatfucking, as three other huge stallions in "RumpWrecker University" shirts stood around the twinky raccoon in a circle.
"This is..."
"Our little thief, yes. Turned out to be a raccoon."
"The irony."
"Anyways, this is the current live view of the simulation he's experiencing. I'm actually hoping that my solution to our problem will finally convince SynTech to make the Valhalla Edition G.A.S.P. Generative simulations, four in total with additional elements each, completely submersive. He even gets the full smell of it now, the lucky thing. Using the original SynTech chassis, we mostly tooled around with the software and added a few features here and there."
The tigress smiled, watching as the next stallion in line ground his medial ring past the gagging raccoon's eager muzzle. The camera panned to the side, past the raccoon's taut shoulders, his pulled-back arms, and the slump in his low-hanging belly, to the stallion just prodding his fat flare against the underside of the raccoon's bushy tail.
"Looks like he's already been in there a while," Jiji purred, as a bulge stirred beneath her skirt.
"I'll send you the link so you can watch yourself whenever you like," Shakal said. "My marketing team has been clamoring to monetize his livestream. By the way, I have redecorated my office since your last visit. What do you think of my new coffee table?"
The panther's claws scraped along the surface of the square block between the tigress's chair and his own. The lamp shone bright even as the surface faded from a solid, glossy black into a transparent, clear film. Within the cube, surrounded by shifting, pulsing, energetic blue goo, the raccoon's plumped up body twitched, muzzle stretched open as a simulated equine length made of the blue ooze pumped between his lips.
Jiji grinned.
"Just how long have you had him, you sly cat?" she purred.
"A few months. We needed to rigorously test the device before showing off the results. By now the algorithmic permutations of the initial simulations are quite interesting."
Jiji's tongue spread across her plump lips as she shifted her view from the raccoon's lean body in the transparent office furniture to the screen showing the currently running program.
"Fine. Draw up the contract and send it over," she said, grinning wider. "By the way, how long do the fusion batteries last in your upgraded model?"
"They'll still last at least a decade, more with low power modes and solar charging. Unfortunately, we did experience a tiny bug on this particular unit that we've already solved for the production model."
"Oh?"
"Yes, it seems that this unit just won't open until the batteries give out..."
The tiger's tail twitched against the leg of her chair and her smirk grew as she watched the thief squirm, then to the back of the case and the solid black batteries. Her eyes followed the cord coming out of the back of the case to the wall where it connected to an outlet.
The end