Cave Hunting (First Draft)
This is a free commission piece I did for someone on FA partly because all the stuff in his artwork gallery got my creative juices flowing (only those ones... probably. :p) and partly because I wanted to just... give it a go. :3 Resine, this is for you. Hope you like it.
Bear in mind this probably won't be the finished product. Any concrit you guys give will be muchly appreciated, and will probably go towards writing a better, longer ending. ;3
It started, as it so usually did, perfectly. The sun was bright the way there, the bandits stayed out of the path and for once the mapmaker had done his job perfectly in highlighting the road to the caves. Likely as not he had the board the right way up, mused Resine as he stepped gingerly around the sharper looking rocks on the ground. Bare feet meant one had to take care on the many roads in Kirsia, the Emperor having more care to pay for his own enjoyment of life than those of his subjects, but boots were expensive and the snow leopard was doing this job to make sure of food for the next fortnight or so - footwear would have to wait.
The feline male scowled as he felt an itch in his ear, stabbing his katar blade into the ground so he could scratch it. The katar blades were a wonderful addition he'd found in a dungeon about a month ago, great glaives that extended from his arms like swords and wrapped around his wrists in wonderful ornate steel bands that made him the envy of the travellers' guilds he visited. Though in truth, the swords were only half the story.
Younger than the majority of brawlers that frequented hunters' clubs, the majority of Resine's muscle bulk seemed to have gone to his tail rather than his arms and legs. This left him with a slender, Adonis-esque body that made more than a few women and men pause whenever he entered a room and walked by them, but he was more than capable of knocking away untoward advances with his great tail. The fifth limb spread out like a squirrel's, but rather than any fluff it was all strength in there.
His tail twitched suddenly as he finished scratching at his ear and he looked about in surprise. Cut into the hillside about ten metres up from where he was standing was an unusually mossy cave entrance, and Resine paused in interest. Mossy caves were the home of slime monsters, the exact type that Resine had offered to kill for the alchemist in the town he'd just left. The map he extracted from a leg pocket said that there was a cave about ten minutes' further walk on ahead, but this was closer. The snow leopard pondered for a moment as he slipped his left hand free of the katar on that one, scratching at his ear which flicked away as if it had a mind of its' own. The piercing he'd got a few days ago was still feeling weird and unfamiliar. It still looked good though, and Resine had been covered with attention the next time he'd gone to the tavern wearing it. He flushed a little as he remembered back to the bar wench he'd followed back to her chambers that night.
He came back from his fantasy with an audible 'bump' as he heard a rock tumble from the shelf above him, near the cave entrance. He shook his head to clear the thoughts and try and calm the bulge pressing against the front of his loin-wrap. Again, clothing was at a premium in Kirsia and the leopard boy was making do with a jerkin several sizes too small across his top half and simple chaps down his legs as well as the underclothes necessary to avoid arrest for indecent exposure. He waited a few minutes until it was soft again, and then glanced at the table of rock above his head. He was a good climber and could get up there quickly. It wasn't the cave the alchemist had recommended, but the rock proved that there was some life in there at least, and it was closer.
Deciding it was probably worth it, Resine took a sling of rope from his satchel, tying it to the handles of his katar blades and placing them by the cliff face. He grabbed the other end of the rope and tied it to his tail, giving a few experimental pulls to check it was all secure and flexed his fingers, ready to climb. He took the first few metres easily, tugging his blades up after him with minimal effort. Suddenly though he felt a weight come off his tail and he glanced back in shock. His blades had slipped the knot and fallen to the ground once again, landing with a clatter on the road. The useless rope soon dropped beside them and the snow leopard scowled.
He could either head back down the slope and pick up his blades once more or go to the cave entrance and see if he could get on using just his knife. If he had been but a little slower at climbing he might have chosen to head back down and retrieve his weapons, but he was within one body height of the cave mouth and to turn back now would feel like accepting defeat.
"Damn it," he whispered to himself, seeking another handhold and hauling himself up to the shelf of rock outside the cave. He swore once more as he nearly slipped on the wet moss outside the cave and glanced down to the swords on the ground, wondering how he was going to get them back. He didn't have long to think about it though, as he suddenly felt something wrap about his ankle and begin to drag the snow boy back from the edge.
Resine yowled in fright and turned about to see the translucent green tentacle snaking its' way about his leg, whimpering as he struggled with numb fingers to get his knife out of its' sheath on his back and slash at the gooey mess. He hacked through the body of the tentacle with a roar and instantly the mess began to retract into the cave, unrolling itself from his ankle. Resine gasped, fighting for breath as he realised he had no hope of getting down gently or waiting to call for aid if he was going to have to be fighting his way past the goo every minute.
"No, I'll go in, kill one and bring the identifiable parts of it back," he decided after a while, clutching his knife tightly as he began to slide into the cave, careful where to put his bare footpaws on the slippery moss. He got in about three metres before he stumbled on a piece of rock that he'd tried to use as a standing point before slipping up and yelling loudly as his knife was knocked from his hand and he began to career feet-first into the goo monsters' lair.
All the thoughts he'd had seemed to vanish as he flailed about, seeking purchase on anything - but all that he could find was more moss and weeds, all soaking wet with zero grip. Reisne yelled out loud as the ramp of slipperiness ended and he felt himself falling into inky blackness, giving even his keen feline eyes no time to adapt to the light changes. Soon though he had no use for his eyes at all as he splashed noisily into a pool of particularly cold water. He fought to rise to the surface again, spluttering and coughing and cursing the nine gods as he tried to stay afloat, looking around his newfound prison.
His eyes slowly began to make out the signs of a great cylindrical chamber of granite, the tiny pieces of silver glittering like they did in the northern port of Lyargle in the wan light filtering in through the chamber he'd tumbled through. There appeared to be an island of rock nearby and Resine swam there quickly to get his bearings and try to dry himself off. The snow leopard groaned as he found firm ground beneath his paws once more, looking down at his soaked clothing. Already his chaps were waterlogged and beginning to cling to him, so somewhat reluctantly Res undid the belt and allowed his lower clothing to slip off his wet, bare legs.
The leopard groaned softly, arching his back to relax himself as he got over the shock of having fallen about ten metres into water so cold an ice mage would have problems bathing in it. Snow leopards were called that for a reason, but that wasn't to say they were happy with snow when melted!
The now nearly-naked boy stood up once again, his sodden tail swaying behind him as he searched for an exit. He was unable to pick up on one in all the shadows about the cave and sank down dejectedly, wondering how he was going to get out of this mess this time. His thoughts suddenly turned elsewhere as he felt something wrap about his tail. In all the shock of the fall, he'd forgotten about the slime monster!
He yelled out, trying to pull his tail away from the tentacle, but the hold of the gooey appendage was strong and he could only thrash about in a futile way as the tentacle began to lift his tail up - his other limbs weren't strong enough to untangle the monster from his tail and he no longer had his knife or blades! His fear got even worse as the tail grab lifted him onto his toes, meaning he couldn't jerk about to free himself when another pair of tentacles grabbed his ankles, lifting him bodily off the ground.
"How big was this thing?" Resine wondered along with more fearful thoughts of what it was going to do with him as he felt his arms bound behind his back. He mewled and struggled but it was hopeless as he was hoisted into the air by the monster, his legs spread as lewdly as they'd been when he was bedding that minotaur three months ago. He cursed as the memory of that night and how he'd had to waddle helplessly for days afterwards went straight to his loins and his panties suddenly felt very restrictive indeed. Unfortunately for him, it seemed that the tentacles had the same idea.
Resine meowled out as he felt the tentacle slip under the leg-hole of his panties, brushing against his balls and out the other end, making them bulge as wide as his eyes were as he looked at what was happening to his clothing. With a tough tug from the tentacle down there he suddenly felt himself completely exposed, his naked half-hard shaft and balls exposed to the cool, damp air of the cave and the slippery, slick texture of the tentacles as they probed him down there.
"Nooo... no, please..." the snow leopard whispered as he saw the tentacles that had been holding his legs apart begin to coil up his sinfully sculpted legs towards his inner thighs, the one that had torn his underwear off already prodding experimentally at his meat. He paused from his useless thrashing, trying to ascertain the situation, only to have a newcomer bump into his nose, trying to ascertain that situation as well.
Resine shut his muzzle at once - he didn't mind using a bit of tongue action on a good hot stud in town now and again, but the thought of being forced to suckle one of these cold, slimy beast things was positively repulsive to the young adventurer. That said, it wasn't giving him much of a choice.
The snow leopard's mouth opened and his eyes went wide as he suddenly felt a cold ooze begin to slather itself over his butt, balls and shaft. In the moment he'd left his mouth open the goo tentacle at his face shoved itself in and began to swell like a canine knot, meaning that it couldn't slip out no matter how much Resine relaxed his jaw. The whimpering leopard boy looked down between his legs to see the tentacle that had ripped his underwear off copiously slathering his inner thighs with some kind of shiny green gloop, prodding at his tail hole and trying to get its' lube in there as well.
Resine also suddenly realised he was being moved about into a new position - his muscular tail was being restrained straight upwards now by several more tentacles as he was eased first into a kneeling position and then into the classic doggy style breeder position. All this he was trying to take in without swallowing what the tentacle was producing at least once, which he failed in. On the upshot though, to the cat's incredible surprise, it was just about the most delicious, sweetest thing he'd ever tasted. It was like caramel had been mixed with recently frozen cream to make a sticky, sweet sensation that was easily the equal and possibly better than anything he'd ever bought in a sweet shop.
He began to relax as he gulped down the liquid, unaware of its' purpose as both an aphrodisiac and a nutrient mixture that would keep the little ones the monster was planning on pumping into Resine's body, and as the leopard gulped more and more down, he was feeling less and less reasons to keep himself tense. Why did he need to stop the tentacle from lubing up his ass? It only wanted to be nice to him after all...
The panty-killer tentacle took advantage of the new looseness of Resine's butt cheeks to press the advantage, beginning to lube up as far as it could go inside. If the monster had a face it would be smiling - tentacle monsters as a rule preferred to impregnate women, but the male was so eager and ready it would cause no problems at all. As soon as it was satisfied, the tentacle in Resine's mouth guided him round so he could see what was looming towards him.
The snow leopard's eyes went wide once more but more out of lust than anything else when he saw what was replacing the thin green tentacle that had lubed him up so excellently (nothing before had made his insides tingle quite like that) - something the approximate dimensions of his forearm dangling from a sac filled with white, pearly eggs each about the size of Reisne's clenched fist. The leopard boy whimpered and whined in a mix of delight and fear at being turned into a breeder bitch-boi for the tentacles as the one in his mouth guided him back to look away from his ass. All the snow leopard could do was wriggle his buttocks invitingly and relax as much as he could, beginning to feel the monster's ovipositor slip wetly into his tail hole.
Resine's ears twitched and his fur stood up on end as he felt the ovi slide into him, stretching him almost to the limit - but the tingly sensation of the lube only made him moan into the gloop he was being fed, which itself was already beginning to load heavily on his stomach. And then something began to slide down the tube that made the leopard almost bite the tentacle he was feeding from in half.
The first egg had arrived underneath his presented tail, keenly pushing against the heart-shape of Resine's butt and seeking entry. Resine tried to relax as much as he could but even if he hadn't, he doubted if he'd been able to resist the unstoppable force of the eggs against his tail hole. The first slowly began to spread his ass apart, sinking into the leopard boy's warm depths, making the cat's dick give a pulse against his furry belly from where it was standing rock hard out from the apex of his thighs. His first egg, the first on his stage to becoming the champion breeder of the world - the gloop the tentacle had fed him before turning that into his ultimate fantasy.
The second only felt better with less force to press past the leopard's tail hole, the third and fourth even moreso. He barely felt the fifth, which disappointed him somewhat - he tried to clench down on the sixth as it entered him, providing him with the exquisite sensation of the smooth egg rubbing against his hyper-sensitive prostrate. That was too much for the kitty, who meowed out loud as his shaft began to unload itself all over the cave floor even as egg number seven slipped into his already stuffed ass. The adventurer began to feel light headed as his orgasm faded, and as egg number eight was nestled into place inside his 'womb' he could feel the pump of nutrient goop slow. His limbs were freed from the grip of the tentacles and he was rolled onto his back.
He panted for breath as the feeder tendril retracted from his mouth, a little line of green goo connecting it to Resine's mouth until it vanished into the darkness of the cave. It allowed the leopard to look down past the swell of his massive belly, resembling what would happen if he was trying to smuggle a pair of very good watermelons under his skin, as the ovipositor slid from his ass, still drooling some of the lube from its' surface as it faded into the cave.
Eyes closing in bliss, Resine allowed himself to fall into blissful sleep, hands cradling his breeder's belly, a satisfied and silly smile on his face as he pondered his next visit to the cave system.