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Into You

"Here goes nothing," Ethan gulped as he himself was about to be gulped down by his partner.

What he didn't want to admit was how soft, warm, and moist Nicholas' tongue was and how it rubbed against his fluffy rear. Saliva coursed between his fur, almost like massage oil before his 'happy ending'.

It started by sliding feet-first downwards into a pinky-darkness- pitch black but he could feel the soft fleshy walls encroaching around him on the way down. He touched the inside of his crocodile's neck, which his hands were immediately coated in a sticky fluid that helps with digestion. But in his case, he smeared it all over himself. He let out a moan as he thrusted, sliding his uncut dick against these gooey walls.

Nicholas belched out moments after his griffin partner started sliding down, feeling him touch around his throat which caught his breath short for a moment. But once he exhaled out and caught the scent of his musk escaping, his half-erect shaft slid more outward of his slit. "You're doing good things to me in there, hun," he started stroking himself more, matching his partner's humps as he could feel him enter his torso.

Ethan casted light upon himself, seeing the slippery interior of his partner, where he usually dumped his cum into. He could still smell it here, the musky odor, or it could be himself as his shaft throbbed and twitched, oozing more pre than he normally did. "I can't believe I'm enjoying this," he muttered. Sliding his hand against the wall to use the slick liquid to jerk himself more, and his other hand venturing around his asshole and circling around its rim.

The Act

"So gullible, so pathetic," Kerrigan removed his leather gloves covered in starry blood. The cosmic dragon beneath him held his hand up to shield himself from the next blow. Though the lion, towering over, kicked it aside and against the wall, cracking its marble, and the arm's bone.

Ishy cried, squeezing his limped arm. Inside his cosmic skin he could see the shattered starpath that connected his wrist and elbow. He screamed but rather than yell, it was stuffed by the lion's boot. And he looked up, star-tears rolled down his eyes to see the truth before him. It had to be a trick, even if the lie felt so real, and shoved itself deeper into his jawline that he almost choked.

"Well, since you can't move your head while you're tickling my shoe, listen and obey if you want to live." He prefaced, reaching out for his MD and looking not for means to incriminate him, but to prove his worthlessness; "Here you will see your cosmic replacements, o' little piss-pot, should you try anything outside of the line."

Ishy's eyes tracked their names. Some he knew, others he had seen their futures. In his younger years, he saw their prosperity. Klyne's ascension, mired by an arm lock of this lion. And he could see the cosmic bull's tears, eyes bulged out wondering why he himself failed. That burden added more broken pieces atop the lie that had smacked him moments earlier. And the boot jarred his mouth again, making him cough and gasping for air.

"Oh boo-fucking-hoo." Kerrigan reached down and patted him. "If you agree to my terms, piss yourself. If not..."

Ishy could feel something metallic spread across his head. It went from the size of a coin, to a plate, to a second skin that burrowed itself, holding his skull in place. The twinkles of his constellational skin brightened in both anxiety and excitement, the latter of which not his own.

"I'll piss your pants."

Teacher Pet

There were two things Frosty hoped for. One, none of his students would find out. Not especially Dauvos nor Arthur because their teasing would be endless, and that shame would haunt him, or worse, arouse him. The other was that the black and red latex pup mask he wore was enough to hide his identity. His saber teeth were exposed under the jaw flaps, but surely there were plenty of them on Earth, right?

His wonder had been preoccupied by Ricky making sure his bodysuit was snug and pristine. Absolute black latex with no fur peeking out. His raccoon-wolf partner pinched his ass, the suit squeaking about. But it surely made Frosty's tail wag and he squeezed that too.

"Ah!" He let out, the red cheek covers had acted as his blush. "Don't do that, please." A futile protest as a bulge formed just over his plump sac that itself bulged out between his legs.

Ricky caressed them, his leathered finger squeaking it more. And even the length just above, twitching and throbbing at his touch. "Y'know, if you talk like that, Karsma would know how kinky you really are."

"Of course you'd take me there."

"I mean, you're into it aren't you?" Ricky collared him with the label 'Teacher's Pet'. And a red leash to match the mask's accent.

"Besides the point," he looked down but couldn't see the tag past his black muzzle. "That better not say what I think it would say."

Ricky chuckled, confirming the sabertooth's suspicions. Frosty's bulge was uncontrollable as a small wet spot formed at the tip of his latexed erection. The hybrid poked at it, lifting his finger to release a string of pre between both tips. He kissed his pet's forehead and started tugging on his leash to go down.

Frosty felt hotter inside, despite how cold it felt when putting it on. Musk seeped out from the tightest gaps of his outfit, which went through his mask before leaving its nostrils.

Death Which They Never Part

"Arthur..." Dan shuddered, the armor he wore felt tighter. Weighed down by guilt, and the scent of blood in the air.

Beneath the deer's feet were a heavily wounded dragon, and maimed shark, attempting to hold hands with fingerless or broken digits. They couldn't intertwine, except for their stumps that formed a pool of blood underneath.

"What?" Arthur turned, wiping the blood off his sword on the dragon's shirt. And then he stomped on his chest yelling obscenities. They had gotten away. So close. So so close, but these two had to put up a fight.

A squelch followed, his hard boots caved through the dragon's scaled chest, letting out more of the death in this ruined restaurant. Dan had turned aside and vomited at the corner, holding himself upright against half the remains of a pillar.

Cho, Dach, and Jach stepped back from him. The deer fished his boot out and kicked the entrails and red dribble away. Dan went back towards the main stairwell, avoiding to look at those bodies. Dach followed suit, shuddering as he looked away too.

"We'll get them another time, Arty." Jach reloaded his rifle, tilting his head towards the exit. "The lockdown's about to end. Matang may as well be on their way."

"Give me a moment." Arthur shooed him off, the Dhole nodded, muttering something under his breath that he did not care for. Words mattered not then.

Cho stood there, still stunned. Still processing what had led to their bodies be cut in such a manner that they were 'bridged'; curved cuts through the flesh that would interlink them both. Was it a ritual? "What were you trying to do?"

"Cho, lead them downstairs. I'll follow in a few minutes." But the dragonborn did not leave. Arthur continued, unsheathing a knife from its blood-stained holster, and added more symbols on their bodies. The cuts were deep, and he tilted the buried knife showing more of their flesh, their torn muscle, and difference of bone color and shape underneath.