Bugs I guess
Written by my friend. Lunar over at: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/erin-the-dragonix/
As a sort of "new fursona" champagne bottle hitting the boat sort of thing. Featuring: Corosi, the Orchid Mantis. It is an extremely heartwarming gift, and one that i am currently writing up a sort of sequel to.
Not really sure what else to put here. I feel lile i should have added more tags but i couldn't find/think of any more that fit so. Enjoy?
Corosi's throbbing cunny released another few dribbles of its ooze, and with it, a hot, sharp stab
went right through their body, seconds later causing the aching tentacle that was their cock to
respond in kind by sending a long, searing pulse of gooey pre right into their face. It tasted of
regret and smelled disgustingly like sex: in their state they weren't really equipped to do much
but lie there.
There was no doubt in their mind anymore that they were in the throes of heatrut. And there was
certainly no way they were gonna be able to either make it into work or to the drug store to pick
up the prescription they'd missed. All they could do was lie there in agony: their toys hadn't
done much of anything to satisfy the thoughts of longing that clung like a parasite to their
waking mind.
It was like they were made of jelly, or like their own exoskeleton had suddenly become like the
burners on a stove...if stoves could make you so cock-hungry and pussy-craving that nothing else
mattered to you but satiating that need.
Corosi, like many of their kind, had been prepared by sex ed in primary school, if by that you
meant "known it could happen but never in their worst, most feverish nightmares thought could
be", for having heatrut that was too strong. Intellectually, Corosi knew nothing could really
prepare you for your own stupidity, but applying it? That was where they fell short, and they
weren't sure where that ended and their life began.
Just a few more seconds, they thought, and I'll be able to get up again. I should try to do
something today...
But their legs quivered at the thought, their parts seized with horniness, and they could not
muster the effort.
The thought went across their mind like a bolt from the blue: selfing. They hadn't thought about
that before, but this wanting had no precedent in their life, and they wished things hadn't come to
this.
Slowly, Corosi reached a tentative hand downwards, prying their dripping pussy open and
wincing at how every touch sent cringes and shivers through them. Its feminine lubrication had
grown thicker since they last noticed, along with the damp spot on their sheets, and was
approaching a texture somewhat like that of snail slime or prepared agarose.
Then, another hand gingerly grasped the base of their slick shaft, and braced for much the same
feeling about half a second too late -- their legs shook, and their thorax quivered with the need.
Either they did this now, or they never ended up doing it!
They lifted their head slightly to better aim, and the sight of their own juicy pussy caused their
cock to jolt in their hands. A deposit of precum that was closer in texture to glue than a liquid
oozed out of the tip in searing drops, and they pushed at the base to get the tip to just barely prod
at the opening and hope that--
Slurp.
ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck....
It was in. There was no turning back now. They could feel the muscles in their cock flexing and
bending the tube of flesh until most of it was touching their inner childbearing walls. In the midst
of it all, they could hardly even think straight, let alone remember what part of their vagina their
cock tip was just barely brushing. They felt some muscles deep within twitch on their own, and
something inside their head gave way as their cock began thrusting into their own cunt.
It was an experience no amount of poorly-written smut could accurately capture, their entire
body sung with the effort of keeping up the pace. Within mere moments they could already feel
something building in both of their parts. They briefly considered accelerating themselves
toward it by shoving a spare hand into their anus and fingerfucking that part, but settled for
bracing themselves against their own onslaught as their meat continued to squelch into and out of
their drippy gash.
They couldn't decide what part of it they liked more, and just trying to process the whole
experience was almost more than their brain could handle. Their vision started to go fuzzy at the
edges, then to defocus.
They couldn't imagine how backed-up their heatrut had made them, and it didn't do much good
to imagine their insides squirming around like fish caught in a gill net.
You can do this. Only a few moments more. You don't even have to cum inside.
Though they knew this was complete and utter bunk biologically, they thought they could fight
against their needs.
Corosi tried to keep their thrusts steady, but their body only kept growing more tense with the
compounding need of it all. They closed their eyes, not wanting to see what would happen, only
wanting to feel what would happen. They hardly had time to comprehend the complexity of
sensations rushing through them before their cock went off, and their whole body grew almost
unbearably hot, like they ought to tear off their exoskeleton right then and there. (Their antennae
quivered with the thought.)
They gripped the sheets tightly and pushed their cock tip as far in as it would go, feeling the cum
surging from inside like a shaken soda bottle. Just as the tip entered their womb, time seemed to
return to normal, and their entire body quivered with the force of seed finally being allowed to
escape their length.
The bliss was indescribable as they shook there, feeling each impossibly firm squirt and throb of
their cock as it squirted cum into their own clenching pussy. They'd been watching the clock for
other reasons before the forbidden fruit had fed itself to them, and by their own measurements,
each cycle of throb, spurt, clench lasted nearly a minute. Their pussy seized and throbbed just
like their cock had, and they'd not soon forget how it felt to be clenched around by themselves as
load after sticky load slopped into them.
And soon, out of them. Their tension and anxiety melted into joy as they realized just how
productive they were. Lost in their deepening lusty haze, they didn't notice the puddle of their
own spunk growing beneath them, but they could definitely feel, in exquisitely agonizing detail,
the sloshing squishiness of their increasingly overstuffed, sloppy pussy.
Cum began to ooze like room-temperature molasses across and down the sheets as Corosi's body
continued to be wracked with the chilly bliss only they could give themselves, and their output
showed no signs of stopping.
Yeah, this was the most painful orgasm they'd had in ages, and they might get dehydrated from
their own heatrut-induced output, after all, that's what the pills were supposed to prevent, but in
the meantime, they'd keep their cock stuffed inside their childbearing tunnel.
Slowly, they began to drift off into sleep, the orgasm chipping away at their conscious mind and
filling their head with images of their room covered floor-to-ceiling in their own selfmade eggs.
They could feel it in their ovipositor now, the beginnings of it, but they were far too horny to
care.
Besides, that was a problem for Corosi of Several Hours Later, not Corosi of Now.