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~THE HUNT~

By: Phamyne Plaguox

[WARNING! Contains: Male (???) on Male (Coyote) Oral Sex, Supersized Cocks, Cum Play, Second Person View Hard & Soft Vore, Non-Consensual Cock Vore, Soft Vore, and Asphyxiation (Fatal), and is not suitable for minors.]

~DaySeven~

Waking up this morning, I felt a hundred times better than I did yesterday. Dare I say, I was even ready for the tough journey ahead of me. I took my usual bathroom break in my hideout before doing a quick scan of the immediate area for anything to eat. I found a few small brown crickets and settled on catching them. Although, the effort might not have been worth the energy I spent to do so. And their hard bodies were NOT nice at all! I'm still finding pieces of them stuck between my teeth...

I've been walking for a few hours now. It's not even close to noon judging by the suns position and I'm already feeling exhausted. I seem to be getting weaker from the lack of proper, consistent meals. I'm not able to go as fast or as far as I used to, before I needed to take another break in the shade of a tree. Though, it could just be the lack of water bringing me down. Or perhaps it's the sun bearing down on me that is wearing me out faster? I scold myself once more for coming out here as I catch my breath. I try to hype myself up to keep pressing forward by imagining something refreshing awaiting me in the forest.

Kyle: "Just a little further..." I say through a huff as I look out across the arid terrain and see the trees far off in the distance. I thought for sure I'd be much closer by now, but my exhaustion and all these added breaks are seriously cutting into my time.

Wiping the sweat from my brow, I pant through heavy breathes as I slump my shoulders. I need to find water today. I seriously can't keep going on like this. Resting my head between my knees, I sigh out and try to calm my breathing.

As I sit here resting up, I suddenly realise everything around me has fallen deadly silent. Not that there is much life out here, but even the wind seems to have stilled. It's like all life on the mountain just died in a single breath.

Kyle: "..." Looking up from the ants I was trailing, nothing appears to be different than before, but something defiantly feels off... I start to strain my ears for any hinting sound and squint into the distance to try make out what has me on edge, but before I can hear or see anything out of the ordinary, I feel it.

The ground is trembling ever so slightly, and growing stronger with each increasing beat of my heart. I've never experienced an earthquake or a tremor before, but I'm almost certain the pattern of these shakes are inconsistent for them. My brow furrows in confusion as I plant my digitigrade feet fully on the ground to feel every vibration to better make them out, but before I can understand what these rumbling could be, it's my eyes that reveal the cause, and they shoot open wide at the sigh!

Kyle: "FUCK!" I quickly cover my muzzle with both paws and chastise myself for yelling out yet again. Why do I keep doing that!?

Approaching from the distance, with unnatural speed for his size, is the black badger, Conner Ba?aar! And he is looking right at me! I shoot up like groundhog that overslept and turn tail to run in the opposite direction faster than my body can react! The earth shaking beneath my feet as I dash onwards makes it harder to not trip as his thundering footfalls grow louder and closer with each consecutive step. I know it's no time at all before he reaches me, yet I still run with all the haste I can muster. But the hundreds of metres I took the whole morning for me to cross mean nothing to a giant like him.

Connor: " GOTCHA!" In no time at all, before I'm even able to feel the adrenaline start to pump through my veins properly or fear to even take me, I am snatched from the earth by the black badger!

Kyle: "GAAH!" I am wretched from the earth before my next footfall can land, the sand leaving my fanned-out toes as Connor grips me in his oversized paw with a surprisingly gently hold. The huge lug comes to a clumsy, skidding stop, kicking up dust and dry grass before raising me up to eye level.

Kyle: "L-let me go!" I bark out as I struggle in his grasp, but there is honestly no use. This man is MASSIVE, I practically disappear inside his paw. Being held like this instantly makes me think of one of my favourite anime where those giants knocked down those walls to eat people.

Connor: " Dehahaha! I're not lettin' ya go lil doggie~!" Connor laughs with a voice that booms louder than a rock concert and I have to quickly cover my ears as I try and shy away from his mouth exploding with a bone shaking sound! When the badger speaks, I can feel it rattle through my entire body. When he finally calms down from his laughing fit, I find myself frozen in Connor's paw, watching with mortified disbelief. Seeing him up close like this is NOTHING like observing him during the trials. He. Is. HUGE!

Connor's face is... Terrifying. Not because he has a bit of a daft, goofy smile on his white face or that the black marks covering his brown eyes make him look like a bandit out of a cartoon, but it's the sheer scale of him. I can barely make up the mass of his black nose alone! He is an absolute giant... With forearms lager than a bus, and legs that put battle ships to shame, Connor is as tall as a megastructure, and has enough weight to compete with one!

Other than the white markings on his face, the rest of the badger's body is covered in charcoal black fur, with a few strands of brown fur littering his coat. And of course, he is completely naked. Looking down passed his thick fingers that still hold me steadily mid-air, I can't really see his sheath passed his paunchy belly, but I know it is shamelessly on display. He usually wears a loincloth during the trials, I wonder what happened to it?

Connor is a bit on the slow side, some have called him "The dull-witted hunter". But he makes up for his ignorance through the brute strength his size gives. As one of the largest beastpeople in the world, he garners a lot of curiosity from society, but people have long given up on interacting with the badger. He is not just a bit of an imbecilic, but very selfish and difficult to speak to.

Connor: " Tell mee lil doggie. Are ya 'n good or baaad boi~?" He practically shouts each word, and it feels like my eardrums are about to burst!

Kyle: "Let me go you beast!" I shout at him while slamming my fists against his fingers, having the expected effect on the giant man. Which is nothing at all.

Connor: " Hmm... Ya seem lyk a bad boi ta mee..." Connor says while rubbing his scruffy chinfur with his spare paw, his heavy, middle-eastern accent sounding out much clearer than before, despite his dumbed down words. I stop my futile struggling and scowl at the titan of a badger.

Kyle: "If you're planning on eating me, GET IT OVER WITH ALREADY! Because I am NOT going to play your games!" After my last encounter with Shane, something changed in me. And whether it's for the better or not, I am not so afraid this time of my impeding death.

Connor in the meantime is looking at me with a bit of a flabbergasted expression before once more bursting into raucous laughter.

Connor: " Bahahahaha! Oh, yer not mah food lil doggie! I jus' wanna play wif ya fer a bit!" I eye him off suspiciously. He seems to have lowered his voice from shouting to speaking, but it's still ridiculously loud.

Kyle: "What... Do you want then?" I ask tentatively. The monster before me is smiling like a kid on a playground that just stole another child's toy, and the way he talks doesn't help me see him as anything more than just an idiot with a hunger for beastman flesh.

Connor: " I were thinkin' wee can play fer a bit! It'll be fun!"

Kyle: "..." Are all these predators insane or something? What the fuck is that even supposed to mean!? He better not suggest playing dress up with me and having a tea party...

Kyle: "Uhm... Why should I play with you? I mean... What's in it for me?" I ask with a tempered tone. I know the badger can have a bad temper and right now he is still being gentle with me. I can't promise that will last if I get on his nerves. I mean... What repercussions could Connor even face? From the sounds of what happened to the last guy that broke the rules, I don't see the community resorting to eating Connor if he kills me...

Connor: " Uuh..." An unintelligible sound escapes his lips while his face goes completely blank, and short of drooling, Connor looks almost brain dead as he contemplates my words. But as he comes up short in the first few seconds, the badger falls to his ass with a resounding "THUD" that shakes everything below! I grip for dear life, stifling a scream as I see he's merely sat down. Jesus, I'm surprised the government doesn't have this guy on lockdown. He could destroy entire cities if he really wished! Moving to scratch his face with his other paw, Connor looks to the sky as if trying to find the answer in the clouds.

Connor: " I can help ya ta cross dis 'ere playce?" I look behind myself and see the end of the valley is not all that much further away. I could probably get there by nightfall, even with all my breaks.

Kyle: "That's not good enough for me. I can easily get there by myself." What I really want to say is that I don't want anything from him, and that he needs to let me go, but I hold myself back. The badger's hopeful expression falls and his brows press further together in another mindless stare as he starts tugging on his facefur to the point I think he'll rip it out. But a second later and his expression lights up as he snaps his fingers.

Connor: "I can tell ya who yer gonna be food fer! How 'bout dat?"

Kyle: "Well... If I'm guessing correctly, it's more than likely Flynn. He's the only one I haven't run into yet." A cheeky grin spreads across his face as he waves a thick finger side to side in a sassy manner.

Connor: " Maaaybe! Maybe not~!" He chuckles like a playful child, and I find myself even more scared of him than I was before. How can someone so mentally repressed be a killer... It's more terrifying than people who are intelligent. Someone like Connor cannot be reasoned with and are much more dangerous. I decide to try ignore it and speak more candidly with him.

Kyle: "What I really need is water." I say plainly, cutting off his banter.

Kyle: "Is there any way you could trade water and food? I'd be willing to... Play, i-if you had something for me to drink and eat." I say this with uncertainty. Not sure on my conviction even if he does have food and water.

Connor: " OH! Yer shure dat's all ya want? I can def'ly give ya sumthin' ta drink 'n munch! Eezy!" Just like that huh?

Kyle:" Wait... How is it that you want to play with me exactly...?" The smile he dawns when I ask sends a chilling shiver down my spine.

Connor: " Wee can play lyk mommy 'n daddy did! Ya lyk willies ryt?" My jaw falls open and I look at him in disbelief.

Shit... What is wrong with these guys? Are all predators like this? First Leo, then Ethan and now Connor!? And how in the actual FUCK would I even do anything like that with the overgrown badger!? I had my reservations about Ethan, but Connor? HA! His dick must be fucking ENORMOUS!

Kyle: "Uhm... H-how exactly would that even work? I mean... You're really big and I'm tiny. Would you even feel anything I do...?"

Connor: " Yip! I played wif lots'a lil men 'afore. It's always fun!"

Kyle: "..." Jesus... is this really happening... Again?? My heart starts racing as he looks to me with a childlike joy, which should NOT be the expression you pull when asking such adult like question! This is not something I ever imagined he even thought about... His whole race is on the brink of extinction after all. But I suppose it's not for a lack of wanting after all...

I mean... I could just turn him down. But the thought of food AND water already has me salivating. Aaand I have sorta done this before... How much worse could it go this time? Sighing out, I look to his brown eyes sternly.

Kyle: "So... How much water and food are we talking about?" To my surprise, the badger's eyes light up at my words and he gently lowers me to the floor and places me between his outstretched legs before reaching to the weird rope like thing tied around his waist.

As I look up at Connor towering over me like a building in the city, I can't help but notice his chubby stomach that juggles as he fiddles around with the rope belt around his midsection. I don't want to imagine how much he must have to eat to remain this flabby... How many people he must eat...

One of the only things he wears is a strange tribal like rope that's tied around him like a belt, just above his naval. It's similar in style to the necklace, armband and anklet he dons. They are constructed from many the thickest of woven ropes I have ever seen. Almost like what you might see on those giant bridges in big cities, but instead crafted from natural materials. They are decorated with homemade beads and woven intrinsically. Attached to the belt in question are brown clothed bags, some even bigger than me! Among these rugged sacks are what appear to ornamental carvings of sorts that dangle around as he moves. Though, I can't really make out what they are meant to represent. Reaching behind himself, Connor plucks one of these brown cloth bags from the rope before fiddling with it. He struggles for a moment to untie the knot before resigning to simply rip it open and plops it and its contents before me.

Looking over to the sacks innards on the now torn cloth, my mouth drops once more. There is a two-litre plastic bottle with pink liquid inside and a whole loaf of white bread! My face instantly shoots back and I nod frantically up at him.

Kyle: "Alright. Yes. That seems acceptable." I don't mean to sound so eager, but I am so hungry it's already difficult for me to stop myself from lunging for the food without coming to an agreement first.

Connor: " Greyt!" That childish, over happy expression spreads across Connor's face for a moment longer before simmering down to a light smile.

Connor: " Ya wanna eat 'afore we play?" Wow, I didn't expect this level of consideration from him. I nod while not taking my eyes from the bread.

Kyle: "Yes please." He just grunts before laying down in front of me, propped up by one elbow, looking like an impatient kid waiting to go to the playground.

Connor: " Alryt. Nom 'n den ya can sit fer a bit 'afore wee play, kay?" I nod with surprise once more. Who knew he could be so understanding?

I sit down and dig into my meal immediately. And while it is only tepid pink water, that I first thought was fruit juice, but the taste has me realise that the colouration is more than likely from a lack of washing out the bottle properly, and dry white bread, which also tastes kinda funky, and is a little squished, my mouth salivates with each ravenous bite and sip I take.

I finished off the loaf and chugged down the water in no time at all. And despite the strange aftertaste they both held, it was even more invigorating than those tomatoes I had! After licking the last of the crumbs form the brown cloth without shame for the shameless act, I recline in the shade the badger is letting off and take in this moment of respite so considerately offered by the giant.

Connor hasn't said a single thing this whole time. He's been humming to himself and twisting his index finger in the sky as if drawing something with his mind or just staring up at the shifting white clouds over head. Which I guess is for the better, because he comes across as very dumb and simple, with a repressed anger to match. Though... I guess the poor guy only acts this way because he doesn't have many people to interact with. I remember reading that Connor's family died in some underground accident, a cave-in of their home or something, years ago and he was the only survivor and has been alone ever since. Well, he does have a cousin not too far from where he lives, but they don't seem to get along, which is more than likely due to him being expected to copulate with her, or at least, that's what articles led us to believe.

Connor was never one of my favourite beastmen because he relies solely on his strength for everything. He doesn't have skill in anything as far as I've seen. But being massive does give him enough of an advantage in the end.

Another half an hour passes like this, with Connor shooting me curious and impatient gazes every now and then, he finally can't seem to take it anymore and speaks in a deep rumble that draws my attention.

Connor: " Ya ready ta play yet?" Looking up as I lay in his shade, I sigh internally because I was really enjoying my time out of the sun. But I guess I need to keep my end of the deal, and staying here too long isn't the best idea.

Kyle: "Sure. Alright." I say while sitting up and stretching my arms overhead. I've been feeling a bit strange as I lay in his shade. But just chalked it up to having actual solid food in my stomach for the first time in ages.

Connor: " AWSUM!" The badger's voice booms loudly once more as he jumps into a sitting position. I jolt in surprise because it almost looked like he was about to squish me! But thankfully the big lug has more awareness of his surroundings than the kid he acts like would have.

As Connor gets into position, the motion is only slightly terrifying. Being enshadowed by his titanic body is not becoming easier with time. Connor moves clumsily, but he is at least being careful as he raises his right leg over me and lays it to my left. Once his legs are comfortable spread to either side, I become easily encircled by his mass and positioned right between his knees. Looking up, I come face to face with his genitals and immediately blush.

His paunchy stomach is slightly folding into rolls in this position as he leans over to look down at me with a comically bad seductive smile while wriggling his eyebrows and cupping his absolutely enormous balls in one paw. The size of his sheath and nutsack is... Monumental.

His testicals are like... Literal boulders. Each of which are around ten feet wide, plump and look oversized even for a beastman as big as him. They make his sheath look small in comparison and it definitely isn't small by any means of the word. I'm pretty sure badgers aren't known for having large nuts. At that thought, my brain starts to imagine how gargantuan a tanuki's package would be if there were gigantic ones as big as Connor. They'd probably have balls the size of a room! Heh... But what really hits me is the smell... God the smell... The badger's musk is very potent. He smells like sun dried sage, dark soil and a hard day's work. The waft of his heavily masculine scent is making me dizzy and with being so close to it. There is nothing to do but inhale in the pungent, heavenly salty and breathe stealing aroma.

As he continues to grope his fat sheath while looking at me salaciously, my eyes can only widen further as the head of his pink penis pops free of its wet casing. Now, I had fully expected him to be a big boy, judging from his enormous nuts, but what I didn't expect is the strange shape of his penis. Never having slept with a badger or even seen porn involving them, I am surprised to watch a very peculiar head breach the lips of his sheath. Shaped almost like a tilted saucer, his dick's head can only be described as an ice cream scooper. It's angled like a satellite dish facing skywards and very meaty. The spongy flesh of his penis thickens just below the head as it runs into the rest of the shaft, forming a rim separating the two. Which is at least four feet across at minimum. Connor is a monster in every aspect of the word it would seem. Not just big, but thick too.

Connor: " Oh, ya lyk dat, huh?" I can't reply, I can't even look away from the dripping wet penis extending from his plump black sheath.

Connor: " Heh, don' worry. Ya can hav yer fun ryt away~" The badger says this while continuing to encourage more of his absolutely thick cock from inside. The slimy appendage springs to life quickly, inch by inch gliding from the black lips of his sheath and filling the air with even more musk. I am forced to my feet and quickly step aside as it protrudes right towards me.

It's not long before he is fully erect and goes back to playing with his balls while wagging his penis up and down. Connor is big, by all means of the word. His penis is maybe eighteen feet long, and while that is impressive, if I am to compare it with his scale, it's the sheer girth that really has me astounded. Maybe even five feet wide with an oversized pisshole, his penis is an absolute monster! And that weird head? Ha! The badger's dick looks almost like an alien. With that ice cream scoop head and a yawning slit right in the middle, it almost appears like some creature from outer space that wants to eat me!

I finally snap back to reality as I watch him release his titanic balls. I've just been standing here dumfounded and stunned the entire time as he does all the work. And while I am intimidated, yet very turned on, I take my commitment very seriously. Even if Connor is a murderer, I don't plan on backing out.

Kyle: "D-do you need some help with that big guy?" I ask while trying to not look too nervous as I step beside the outstretched penis, weighed down by its size alone. I come to a stop next to one of his gigantic testicles and look up to him. Connor just smiles down at me weakly, not saying anything as he moves to lazily scratch a paw through his thick pubicfur. Almost looking bored. And while the expression he pulls is a little disheartening, he does falter from his nonchalant expression as I brave my first touch of his enormous cum factories. As soon as my paw comes to rest on the surface of the gargantuan orb, Connor's eyes grow fierce with lust while huffing out a breath through his nose. His chocolate brown eye returns to me, curious as to what I might do next.

The badger's single nut is monstrously huge, firm, and surprisingly warmer that I thought it'd be. It almost feels like touching one of those old copper geysers covered in coarse fur. His ball skin doesn't have a lot of give and I'm not sure if it's because of how big they are or that perhaps he's just pent up. Judging form how quickly he became erect, I'd have to guess it's the latter. All I know it that they are very warm, almost like heaters. I snap back to reality once more and realise if I'm going to make him feel anything at all, I'm going to have to be a lot more forceful with him than I was with Ethan.

I breathe out the last of my reservations as I steel my nerves. Placing both my paws on his monumentally giant testical, I press heavily into his malleable flesh. The giant orb rolls around beneath my touch as the thick skin shifts, and being this close to them, I can even hear a sloshing sound coming from within! I try to shake it around a little more as I listen to the sperm splashing around inside. The very erotic sound is causing my arousal to grow very quickly. I've always likes a boy who shoots a bit load, and this one promises to be the biggest one yet! Biting my lip as my breath quickens, I look up to Connor while pressing in a little harder. The large badger seems to be very happy with my actions, because his eyes are closed as a deeply resounding groan reverberates in his chest. He breathes heavily through his nose while leaning back on his paws with a cheeky grin on his face. I take this as my cue to continue with what I'm doing and start using my forearms to cover as much of the surface as possible.

F-fuck. This is... Unreal. I do admit to having fantasised in the past about how giant his badgerhood might be, but never did I think I would ever come this close to it! The slipper penis to my left is twitching in response to my touch and it won't be long before I can't resist the temptation of it. With his musk permeating my sinuses, my tapered cock has already extended from my own sheath. And despite the depravity of this whole situation, I am becoming extremely turned on. I mean, how many gay guys can say they're never wanted to play with a penis larger than themselves?

Continuing my massage of his gargantuan gonad, I become completely enamoured by my task. The intoxicating scent of his pheromones are swirling in my brain and taking a hold of me. I've never become erect so quickly in my life! But considering the equipment I'm working with, it's no wonder. Just imaging the sheer amount he must ejaculate with one shot is enough to cause my prick to throb painfully in arousal. Could he fill up a hot tub up with no trouble? A whole pool even?? I start to moan as I press into his black furred ball with my whole body. But it's not enough, and the allure of his throbbing pink cock is too much for me. So releasing the testical from my needy grasp, I run my paws along the base of his gargantuan shaft.

Shit... This thing is massive! Running my paw pads over a singular vein protruding beneath the spongy flesh, I find it to be just as thick as my arm! Each pulse it makes in tandem with his heartbeat has my breath quicken and mind race with lust. Moving to trace both my paws over the top of his warm shaft, I hear the badger make his real first moan, enticing me to keep going. I start to brush my paws up and down along the car sized penis, lightly massaging his thick flesh. But I quickly find my position to be... Less than satisfactory. Wanking him will be like trying to jerk a really thick oak tree or a bed. And I mean, I could barely handle the power of Ethan's cock when it twitched. So if I climb under this thing, it could very well kill me!

Trying to use both of my arms to hug it from the side proves difficult. I could perhaps lay on top of the phallus and try get him off that way? But that would probably be like riding a mechanical bull, and I've already almost been flung away by a certain avian's penis, so no thank you.

Despite my turmoil with finding the right position to work him over, Connor's penis is still becoming firmer the more I touch him and it's starting to slightly rise from the ground with each pulse now. And when I use enough weight to press down on it, I can actually make his dick bounce around a little. But wanking him off like this is still proving difficult...

Using both my arms and paws to trace all over his wet penis as best I can, his precum smears his into my fur and starts to cover my body with yet another hunter's scent. I'm acutely aware of how dirty I am from my encounter with Shane, but it doesn't seem to be bothering Connor at least. I start getting more into the motions, becoming less timid in my approach and press my whole body right up against the throbbing cock, using my entirety to his advantage.

I start alternating between licking and kissing the absolutely divine shaft to rubbing my face against its warmth, and even find myself humping my hips into him every other lick. Connor seems pleased, for he has yet to complain or do much more than moan or hum in delight. His voice only spurs me on further.

Crouching down, I run my paws underneath his fat cock. I quickly find the urethra beneath and am surprised that even that seems abnormally big. Actually, it almost feels as broad as his penis itself as I trace my fingers along the indent to find where the muscle meets the tube. After a few more ungraceful pumps of his flesh, I can't contain my curiosity and move around to the head.

His satellite dish shaped head is really weird, but somewhat... Incredibly enticing. Finding my objective and taking in the sights now that he is fully engorged, I find his piss hole is much larger than normal, especially if I were to compare it by the scale of his dick. Bigger than my head, it is currently leaking a large amount of precum, looking almost like a giant asshole leaking clear liquid. The sight is completely erotic as I watch the thick globs of translucent goo fall from the rim of his head. But it's the smell of it that is driving me absolutely bonkers. It's salty and manly in a way I never knew beastmen could smell. Completely animalistic and almost screaming in depravity.

Grabbing hold of the edges of his ice cream scooper shaped head, I run my tongue along the rim of it. Locking my lips around the fleshy edge and suckling as I move from side to side. Moaning as I pull back, I kiss the face of his prick before carefully tracing my paws down the sensitive gland and scoop up some of the thick juices from his squelching urethra so that I can smear it all along the surface of his indented penis head before returning to my lapping of his flesh. I've been making involuntary humping motions as I do this, and I can't help but look at the yawning slit and imagine how it would feel to fuck his urethra. But that would be taking it too far... Right?

Looking up at the badger, I stop my caressing and humping before aligning my pink cock at the entrance of his dick slit and plead with my eyes for his attention. Connor glances when he feels I'm no longer touching his flesh as sensually as before, and upon meeting my gaze, he looks to me with confusing under my wordless question. So being a little more brazen, I make a humping like gesture without actually piercing his flesh, hoping that I can just pantomime what I want instead of having to ask for something so depraved. And as luck would have it, the titanic badger booms through laugher at my motions in understanding. He throws his head back and slaps his stomach in mirth, much to my shame. His deep voice warming my cheeks flame red. The flush of my face is eclipsed however when he nods his approval through a naughty smirk.

Returning my lust lidded gaze to his yawning slit, my breath becomes shallow and rigid as my pulse spikes. I find myself hesitating now that I've been given the go ahead. My body shakes in anticipation, but the situation is so alien to me that I'm not sure how to really approach it. This is almost how I felt the very first time I had sex. My mind is swimming in hormones as I watch the large opening pucker as if beckoning me. It is wide and welcoming, gaping like a fish out of water as another viscous glob of precum pushes from its soft lips. The folds of flesh stickily press back together as the tear of thick liquid pools in the bottom on his oddly shaped dick. With my head swimming in emotions and my breath hitching in my throat with every beat of my heart, I have little control over myself as I simply press forward into the hot, wet folds of his sweltering flesh, moving into the empty space with ease.

Moaning out languidly, my canine cock passes into the hollow opening of his pisshole, finding no resistance at all. The thick walls of his urethra could probably fit my entire head with how much space there feels to be inside of him. And while it's not quite like inserting my dick into a tight asshole, the velvety soft folds do still press on all ends of my penis in a sensual embrace.

Releasing my own prick, I grab hold of the fat rim of his oddly shaped dick with both paws and press my face into it and start to lap at his flesh while massaging his cock head with my paws once again. Slowly, and very carefully, I pierce his urethra with my rocket fully before pulling back and plunging back in. As I get into a rhythm of fucking his slippery cum slit, Connor begins to moan in pleasure and becomes more involved in the process. He grabs hold of his dick near the base with one paw, while the other forms a circular grip around his girth with his index finger and thumb, and starts very slowly jerking himself off.

It's... A humbling feeling to knowing that you're bringing pleasure to such an enormous beastman. That despite my size, Connor is enjoying what I am doing. But seeing him touch himself like this makes me feel like I am not doing enough to bring him all the pleasure I can. And while fucking my cock in and out of his dick hole is something of a newly awakened fantasy for me, the deal we made was for me to bringing him pleasure.

As fucked up as it is to think this, I do want to make him feel as good as possible. Not just because interacting with such a humongous penis is incredibly erotic for me, but I feel some sense of obligation. We made an agreement and I intend to live up to my end of our bargain.

So reluctantly withdrawing my cock from his warm folds of flesh, I apologise to my penis in my head and promise him that when we get home, I will make sure he gets a nice tight butthole to nestle into as a reward for his patience.

Examining the monstrous phallus before me as it twitches, I run my paws along the slippery rim of it and plant a kiss on the top before looking up to Connor, who has once more stopped wanking and is now eyeing me off with concern.

Kyle: "How can I make you feel real good, big guy~?" I say as seductively as possible, but I think it goes over the badger's head.

Connor: " Yer not havin' fun?" I smirk and try to put more emphasis on how much I'm enjoying this by rubbing my face against his slimy head and give it one last kiss before fluttering my eyes at him.

Kyle: "Oh no~ I'm having lots of fun playing with you~ It's just... I want to make you feel as good as possible. We made a deal after all."

Still holding onto the rim of his satellite shaped head, I press my body into its hollow and try to resist humping my prick back inside his urethra. Running my paws along the rim of it, I moan into his flesh as I try to think of how best to bring him pleasure. God... It's so thick and spongy. I can't imagine this ever going inside someone... As I started to lick at the rim in earnest, I looked up to Connor and find him smiling. The badger has a different kind of smirk of his face this time, one which sends a shiver down my spine. Without warning, the paw he was holding his cock down with is released, and with it, so too does the ground leave my feet!

Kyle: "Hwaaah!?" I grip tightly to the swollen rim of his head for dear like as the cock springs up with me still on it! My feet don't just leave the ground with the motion, but while I'm still trying to hold on, they begin to bend up and over my head! And before I can even try to reaffirm my hold on his head, my grip leaves the slipper cock, and I am sent tumbling into the air through a backflip!

Connor: " Woops!" Practically snatching me out of the air, Connor grabs me in with one paw, sealing my world in shadow and squeezing me a little tighter than he did at first, before slowly opening his palm as if scared he killed me with the quick reactionary grip, and reveals me to the light once more.

Kyle: "I-it's alright." I stutter out almost immediately as the world spins. I hold onto the pink pads of his paw as I try to steady my racing heart. I feel slightly dizzy from the experience and as I lay on my back while looking up to the black and white mask of his face, I find a genuinely guilty look in his brown eyes.

Connor: " S-sowwy..." Seeing the monstrous man so earnestly apologising brings a bashful smile to my face. It's sometimes hard to forget he is actually a killer, especially in moments like this.

Getting to my paws and knees in the middle of his pink pads, I shake my head to clear my thoughts and notice the throbbing meat right next to me. Connor has me levelled with his aching erection, so reaching over, I rub along the top of his shaft while looking back up at him with a smirk.

Kyle: "Heh, this big boy is dangerous huh~?" My dismissal of the dick flipping he just gave me brings a grin back to the badger's face.

Connor: " Oh yas! Mah weener 'as killed more food dan mee!" He bellows a deep laughter and my smile falters as I wonder if he is being serious or not. He can't possibly mean he's bludgeoned people to death with it... Right?

Connor: " Mah weener is always hungry! 'n I give 'im all da food he wants!" Continuing my rubbing of his dick, I put on the best smile as I can, trying my hardest to ignore how his words are killing the mood for me.

Kyle: "H-how about we get back to it, hmm?" I say with a pat to his wet flesh before trying to figure out how next I should approach this thing. But with his next words, the giant seems to decide it for me.

Connor: "' Kay. But now I wanna play wif ya proper lyk." The badger's fingers curl inward and he manoeuvres me easily into another position, and before I know it, I am once more held in his paw with only my head and arms sticking out of the top of his clenched paw. But I don't freak out this time. And as Connor raises me to eyelevel, I grip the side of his finger calmly and with the best smile I can muster, despite this scene feeling exactly like one straight out of that "Attack of the Giants" anime I watch.

Kyle: "Alright then big guy. Show me what you've got~" Connor grins at me through a goofy smile before lowering me once more towards his cock.

Carefully, the badger lays me belly first on top of his dick with my head facing forwards and releases me from his paw. I'm momentarily worried I'm going to slip off without the aid of his palm, but it's literally like laying on a heated wet bed. With my arms and legs hanging over either side of his cock in a loose grip, I feel like I'm holding onto an atom bomb or something. My neck is kinda strained with my chin on his flesh, so moving my snout to the side, I press my face into the warm flesh as I tighten my arms and legs around his girth, hugging it like I once did Ethan's penis and further soak myself into the thick precum.

Connor seems to appreciate this as he hums happily above me before very gently wrapping his palm around me and his dick. The world around me goes dark and for a moment and I consider the possibility of being squished in his grip, but the giant is surprisingly gentle as he keeps me in place between his musky organ and sweaty palm. I have some idea of what he is planning, but I am unafraid and kiss his spongy flesh as if to reassure my faith in him.

With one paw fully encapsulating me, Connor starts to make careful jerking motions, and with seemingly practiced motions, he starts to pump me along with his penis! The feeling of him wanking while having me pressed into his flesh like this is... The feeling is so strange and erotic at the same time! I get brief flashes of light and all the air I'm breathing is completely musky, but the sensation of his pulsating dick throbbing against the entirety of my front as my own penis rubs into his flesh, it reawakens my arousal to full blast and I am quickly moaning out with each stroke he makes.

Kyle: "Oooh~" My muffled voice comes out slightly strained as he uses a little more force to press me into his precum soaked penis. It would seems I am fated to be completely coated in cock juice once again. Not that I'm complaining~

I do my best to lick and rub Connor's penis in tandem with his motions, but it's a little difficult with his paw pressing me into his hot spongey flesh. Thank god he understands how tight is too tight, for dying in his fist as he jerks off sounds like a terrible way to go... The badger's grip is just tight enough to allow me to slip and slide along his shaft, but not enough to press the breath from my lungs. It would seem his earlier statement about doing this before is true.

I always imagined Connor to be this brute who would accidently hurt people around him because of his size, and while that might have been true from the past incidents I've read about him, it would seem he has at least learned from it. That, or he's just done this enough times to know the limits of my size.

I was just getting into the motions of being masturbated along with his cock when Connor suddenly pulls his paw off of me. I quickly wrap my arms tighter around his shaft while trying to look over my shoulder at the problem. The badger doesn't bother to stop me from falling off this time, and I had every intention of berating him for the sudden lack of concern, but as I catch a glimpse of his face, the lascivious grin on it has me pause and blink in surprise.

F-fuck... Connor has never looked as sexy as he does right now~! With an expression like that, I could almost look passed his brutish ways~

I am snapped out of my daze as the massive badger once more plucks me from his phallus and holds me in his paw again. A combination of being rubbed up against the precum soaked dick and the already slimy juices in his paw, have left me an absolutely precumlogged mess! And while I should be feeling disgusted, I can't help but relish in the feeling of once more being covered in someone's cock juices~ Who knew it was such an erotic feeling?

Connor: " Yer gonna lyk dis nex' part lil doggie, jus' lyk ever'one does~" I move to question what he is talking about, but Connor repositions me in his palm before I can. My arms are soon pinned to my sides, and I can't do much but wriggle around with only my upper torso sticking out of his palm. In any normal situation, I would be freaking out, but I've come to trust him on some level. Besides, I'm really enjoying myself, so this will likely be great~!

The world turns upside down for a moment and I close my eyes at the dizzying experience of Connor moving me too quickly. And when I reopen them again, I blink in surprise as I see he has brought me face to face with his fat, ice cream scooper like head. I am so confused that even as he presses my face into the slimy surface of it, all I can do is wriggle around and try to shy away.

Pushing my muzzle against the hollow head, Connor starts to slather my face in fresh globs of thick precum straight from the source! He is however being very gentle about it, so the motions help me calm down somewhat. Despite the depravity of being used in such a strange way, I can't stop my penis from throbbing in repose of being dominated so utterly like this! Does he get off on controlling people this way? Because FUCK it's really doing it for me~! I feel so helpless in his paw as he forces my face along the surface of his penis head and coats me in absurd amounts of precum. I start swallowing more and more of it willingly, slurping down the viscous liquid and moaning in delight.

Connor comes to a stop after a moment longer of abusing me and I take the chance to catch my breath. Opening my sticky eyes, I find them to be caked in wads of precum, half gluing them in place and I have to blink a few times and shake my head to see properly. My nose is also clogged up with the stuff and inhaling through it like I would with snotty sinuses, I gulp down the juices he forced into me. It tastes really good~ So different from any precum I've ever tasted in fact. I'm not sure if it's because of the sheer amount or-!

Kyle: "!!!" Without warming, Connor presses my face against the pisshole of his cock for what I assume to be another welcoming serving of his juices, but instead of rubbing my face against it, he forces my whole head INSIDE! I gasp in shock and involuntarily choke down more of his precum! But before I can even try to yank my head from the lips loosely latched around my neck, Connor pulls my head free. I instantly gasp for breath through slime covered lips.

Kyle: "W-woah there big guy! Y-you need to be a little more careful." Just as I was thinking Connor is a gentle giant, he proves me wrong with a stunt like this.

Blinking back the thick liquid obscuring my vision, I cough a couple times as I was forced to ingest quiet a big dollop of his juices. And while I've swallowed a large amount of Ethan's juices before, Connor's is just so much thicker and has a much more potent taste. It's clinging to my throat like thick mucus, or as if I gulped down a whole cup of honey. Even as I swallow down hard, the juices still remain clinging to my oesophagus... And after having pressed my whole head into his cumslit like that, the entirety of it is also drenched in the stuff now. I can feel the precum clogging my ears, gluing one to the side of my head.

Kyle: "I-if you're not careful you're going to-!?" My voice is cut off once again as the giant presses my face into his urethra twice more! Connor inserts my entire head into his dick like a finger prodding a slippery asshole! He yanks me back and forth for a moment, as if stretching out the ring of flesh, before pulling me back out. I splutter, coughing violently and shaking the excess cock juice from my face as I look up at him with a scowl. Seeing my furious expression, the badger raises me to eye level with a naughty, unapologetic smirk.

Kyle: "Hey! What do you think you're doing!? Are you trying to suffocate me??" Connor's smug face is only making me angrier and as he responds, these feelings do not lessen.

Connor: " Ya lyk da taste lil doggie? I're hope yer eatin' mah juice!" My furrowed brows deepen into a heavier scowl as I wriggle in his grip.

Kyle: "This isn't cool dude. Let me go! What do you think you're doing!?"

Connor: " Playin' wif ya a'course!" He says merrily through a childish laugh while repositioning me in front of his cock before I can even respond!

Kyle: "N-no! W-wait! I didn't sign up for this!!!" My cries are cut short once again as Connor uses my snout to pierce his cumslit and easily stuffs my whole head inside his urethra again!

My face is pushed into the yawning opening, and my world is plunged into darkness! Connor begins to carelessly fuck my face in and out of his penis, pushing me in just a little further each time. The warm velvety folds of his flesh caress my shoulders and with every second insertion, as he pushes me all the way up to my neck! I am absolutely powerless in his grip. And all I can do is wriggle uselessly, my movements not hampering his motions in the slightest!

The overgrown badger becomes relentless in the fucking of my face in and out of his cumslit, bathing me in copious amounts of precum. The squelching slaps of my shoulders knocking against his oddly shaped head are met only by the moaning from above, a feeling I can feel reverberate all along my face. More and more, I feel myself slipping in easier and further with each careless shove he makes. All I can do is scream muffled cries as the badger uses me like a sounding device. His pace suddenly picks up and becomes more forceful in pressing me inward. Connor starts hammering my shoulders against the slimy opening with force that makes me grit my teeth, making me feel as if I am a knot he is struggling to insert into a tight butthole. But it's in these moments where I tense up, that with the next shove, my shoulders pop inside his urethra!

My shouting goes completely unheard and only aids in my ingestion of the viscous, salty liquid. I've swallowed at least half a litre at this point and I can tell my breathing is becoming hampered by the thick goo coating my throat. With my arms pinned beneath his fat fingers and the broadest part of my body inside his wet tunnel, Connor continues to fuck me in and out of his urethra, deeper and deeper until my chest is easily slipping in and out of his tunnel!

Kyle: "S-STOP!!!" Between the pockets of air inside his sweltering pink flesh and the brief moments he pulls me completely of out his penis, before shoving me back in, I gasp for breath and shout at him to desist! But the badger is completely ignoring me now, and only moans in delight at the feeling of me piercing his flesh like a living dildo. My world becomes a flashing nightmare of darkness and musky air with short lived reprieves.

Connor: " -d yer gonna maik ryt on yer end of da deal doggie." He says while pulling me out completely and leaves me dangling in front of his hungry cock. Dripping in thick wads of precum and held loosely in his big paw, I wearily glare up at him through my hacking and growl before barking out.

Kyle: "I NEVER AGREED TO THIS!!!" All Connor does under my outburst is snigger as I continue to struggle uselessly in his grip.

Connor: " See ya soon! Jus' maik shure ta eat mah goo, 'kay?"

Kyle: "NOOO-!" I am once more silenced as my entire upper body is easily shoved into his yawning piss slit! Right off the bat, Connor stars fucking me in and out of his penis without restraint! Only this time, he doesn't pull me out for fresh air. With my chest yanking back and forth between his wet lips, I scream from inside the warm folds of flesh, hearing my broken voice echo down the chamber overhead, and opening my eyes, my breath hitches in my throat.

Despite the low, flickering light washing over my back with every insertion, I can make out there is a long, undulating tube of living flesh stretched out before me. Covered in strands of viscous precum and pulsing in delight of every inch of my body that it ingests. I yell out in utter fear of the throat like muscles undulating around me, causing me to inhale even more of the precum spurting out form deeper within his shaft, as the barbaric badger continues to fuck me in and out of his dick, sliding me all the way up to my bellybutton with ease!

Kyle: "YOU CAN'T DO THIS!!!" My voice goes completely unheard as I come to a sudden standstill. I feel as Connor's grip temporarily loosen on my body before he moves to grab my lower half. He grips my kicking legs and squeezes them together in his wet paw. I don't waste the moment in trying to wriggle free now that my arms have been released, but with my body halfway inserted in his urethra all the way up to my elbows, I can't even bend my arms properly to get a good hold of his head!

Between my writhing and frantic thrashing inside the undulating warm flesh, the reality of what is going on seems to slowly sink in. And I find it more and more impossible with every second. How can this even be happening? Firstly, while the walls that are currently squeezing me are powerful and drain my breath with each crushing pulse they make, shouldn't his urethra be thinner than this? Why is it so wide and able to accommodate my size so easily?

As I am racing with the thought that perhaps I have just passed out under the sun and this is all some horrific nightmare, I realise that breathing in here should be impossible too, further making this seem more likesome dream. I stall my frantic protests for a moment as I try to think of this more logically. I carefully inhale slowly through my blocked nose as he continues to fuck me into his penis. Finding the air to indeed be musky, but the fact that there is even air in here in the first place is unlikely.

There is hardly any space between the hot folds of flesh and other than the air being pushed in her with me, I should already be feeling dizzy from all my panicking and shouting. But I still feel fine... My breathes may be shallow, but somehow I don't feel desperate for breath. Is it his precum? Does it perhaps have some different qualities that aid in helping him do this to people? Maybe that pink water and strange tasting bread? Could he have slipped something in there and planned this all along? It is as I am thinking this that Connor's pace picks up and I am not allowed to delve deeper into the worry of how I'm not suffocating, for I feel my body being pushed frightfully deeper inside his cock!

My voice hitches as I feel my hips slip inside his wet cumslit in one forceful squelch! Connor pauses in his stuffing of my body into his penis, and I feel his paw finally release me, leaving just my legs kicking outside! The moment I thought would allow me to start wriggling my way backwards and out of this prison by pushing my feet into his ice cream scooper head is quickly stolen from me, for not a moment after his paw releases my body, so too does the entirety of his penis spring upwards!

My world is quickly sent upside-down as his cock raises into a fully erect position! I scream out as I am useless to stop myself from sinking just a little deeper in the quick motion! With Connor's penis pointing up and my body completely slick with his precum, I can feel myself easily sliding deeper with the aid of gravity alone! And before I can even start screaming in panic for the reality I find myself in, a new, and even more bizarre motion starts up.

Kyle: "!!!" The soft walls of flesh squeezing me start to undulate in a way they weren't before. Instead of what felt like motions that were meant to push out more precum from deeper within, now it almost feels as if they are tugging me inward! And aided with gravity, his cock does just that!

The more I struggle, the more easily the velvety walls suck me deeper and deeper, almost effortlessly! My thigh's, knees and calves disappear without a fight as Connor's urethra inhales and swallows me just a like a throat would! Peristalsis yanks me into the sweltering flesh as if he were sucking up a noodle! And with the aid of my absolutely precum drenched fur, I feel my feet disappear into his yawning slit with just a few quick gulps!

I scream out as the entirety of my body fully disappears from the world and into the squelching flesh of Connor's cock! Darkness kisses me just as deeply as the pulsating walls which yank, tug and stretch my body into the shape of his dick. Sucking and kneading all around me as I gasp for breath I don't seem to need as most of my struggles are hindered by the strong muscles. Connor's powerful tube of living flesh effortlessly inhales me as if I were literal food for it.

Between my racing thoughts and squirming form, I come to sudden halt as the tube pressing against my face thins out in front of me, locking my screaming yap shut! What started out as confusion, or perhaps even relief for the penis no longer sucking me inwards, quickly turns frantic with terror as the sucking motions against my face become even stronger! And all at once, before I can even understand what's happening, I am inhaled into the thinner tube of flesh with one violent sucking motion! Only coming to a halt as the urethra fails to slurp up my wider shoulders with the strong motion.

I gasp breathlessly through my nose as I scream into my locked jaws, unable to draw in more than slivers of humid air. My face is smooshed on all sides by the hot fold of flesh, pressing into me tightly like a wetsuit a few sizes too small. The reality of my situation suddenly becomes very clear as I realise his penis is _indeed_pulling me deeper into his body. But the physics of it eludes me, for none of this should be possible! And even if it is, to what end will this come?

I am not left wondering for long as I feel the penis below my neck renew with energy and squeeze my body even tighter! What I first through to be only his cock muscles tightening their hold on me, I now realise are forces outside his phallus that are currently pressing on my legs and are pushing downwards while running up to my chest! I am left with only a moment to understand its Connor's paw aiding in my ingestion before my shoulders are forced into the tighter tube with the motion! I try to scream out in protest, but my voice turns into a squeak, for as soon as my chest pops into the bone crushing grip of the thinner tube, my lungs are no longer able to contract properly!

I go into full panic as I realise I can't breathe! My mind races and my heart hammers like a war drum, but even as the incredible tight urethra pulls me deeper past the widest part of my body, compressing my frame so tightly I fear my bones may actually break, I realise that other than the panic making me dizzy, I do not feel short of breath and my lungs do not clap, spasm or cry out for oxygen. The momentary confusion has my body falling limp and I am sucked, stretched and inhaled even deeper into the living tube of flesh!

Why do I feel fine...? This is impossible... I should have passed out from the lack of oxygen long ago. But other than racing with fear, my thoughts feel mostly coherent. With my confusion mounting and my mind screaming that all of this defies physics, the hungry penis continues its ingestion of me, pulling me in with even less struggle than before! The force of the undulating urethra becomes more powerful as I am squeezed out into the incredibly tight and much hotter tube of flesh face first!

My whole body starts to bend in ways I know I am not capable of. I have become incredibly limber with each consecutive gulp. And I'm not sure if it's from the continued kneading of my flesh that it has loosened my muscles or just the power of the tunnel consuming me, but I feel like all my bones are being stretched apart unnaturally far.

I am completely disorientated by the darkness and squelching flesh sucking me inward. My fight has been completely subdued as I am squeezed so incredibly tight that I can't move a single inch. I am starting to overheat between the searing walls of the flesh so much that I fear might be cooking me alive.

Is this it? Was Conner my predator all along and he was only deceiving me so he could stick me down his cock without much fight from me? What is even the point of this? Does he have some weird mutation where he can eat food with his penis? Wait... He _did_say something like that... Didn't he!? Whining and struggling to keep my fight alive, I slip and squeeze out into the deepest reaches of his body. I can hear his heartbeat from within as the slimy walls suck me up, the moans he is making form outside with each tug and yank that squeezes me out into the even thinner tubes, and even the slightly creaking of what I assume to be my bones as pain and a numbing feeling begin to overtake me.

Time seems to elude me as I fall prey to the despair overtaking my thoughts. My mind is fogged by an almost blinding terror where cognition starts to fail me. All I know is the wet folds of flesh swallowing me alive and the motion of them yanking me into thinner confines where I understand my bones will eventually break under the pressure. If I were perhaps lurid enough I might have questioned where I'm going, but I am consumed by all but death as Connor's dick ingests me as if I were cock food.

Right as the pressure becomes so intense that I think it will steal the light right from my eyes, ending my life without me understanding the reason for being killed in such a bizarre way, my snout is smooshed up against a tight ring of flesh that sucks it and my entire head up without a second's notice! I gasp out of instinct as the pressure all around my face is relieved! And now that my brain no longer being compressed by flesh, my senses return to me in a flash!

My head has been forced out into a much wider space and my eyes widen at the sight. Surprise greets me as this new environment is bathed in a dim red hue, illuminated by the faintest of lights you might use to seduce a lover into bed, relieving dulled shapes and outlined forms to me. There is more room in here to breath, but with my body still being crushed painfully in the tube above and my neck strangled by the sphincter that sucked me in, I can't even scream.

Connor's body is not done with me however, as the tube compressing my body continues to undulate powerfully and in one wet squelch, my shoulders shoot the rest of the way in and I am finally able to draw in my first real breath since being forced into his penis. As I am released from the contorting tunnel of flesh, I gasp sharply, painfully, as the hurt from being constricted becomes all that much more real now that I can breathe.

But I am not left long in trying to ease my pain through wheezing breaths, for all it takes is one last powerful convulsion of the tube holding the rest of my body for it to propel me the rest of the way into my new prison! I shoot out lightning fast and slam with a wet slap and splash into the fleshy walls!

I burst forth with a pained wheeze from the hot liquid I was spat out into! Gasping for breath through my pain as I realise I am kneeling in a hot, waist deep amount of syrup like liquid. My panic is quickly replaced with confusion as I look around my new prison. Raising my arms from the warm, curdled water, I find it to be viscous and thicker than honey as it drips from my fur. Now that I can breathe, the smell of musk is also absolutely overwhelming, even more pungent than a room would stink after an all-nighter of fucking and ass filled with countless loads. Being gifted with sight once more doesn't aid in clearing my confusion in the slightest, and pressing my paws against the wet flesh in front of my face letting off this dim light. It only takes my mind a disturbed minute to understand where I have ended up as I run my paws along the darker vein like lines running through the soft and elastic skin of the and bumpy ridges of flesh surrounding me.

Kyle: "I'm... IN HIS TESTICLE!?!?" I try to jump from the pool of what I now realise is cum but slip and immediately land face first with a splash! Shooting up to my knees once more, I press with both paws against the form fitting walls with eyes wide and a racing heart while I scream out in horror.

Kyle: "TH-THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!!! THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!!!" My trembling voice bounces and echoes off the warm walls as I thrash about in panic. I hardly have any space to move around as I press into the elastic walls that bounce back against my fight. The impossibility of it all is causing my brain to short circuit as my eyes fly across the inside of his testicle.

This can't be happening! THIS CAN'T BE FUCKING HAPPENING! The body doesn't work like this! how was Connor's penis able to swallow me like food!? I'm no expert in biology, but even I understand that testicles aren't constructed like this! But here I am, inside the mutated ballsack of the badger...

Incoherent thoughts start to give way to despair as I begin to realise this is reality and not some nightmare, and with it, an understanding that this is the very end of me. Connor said his penis had eaten people before after all. And being spat out into his cum factory has me comprehend what that truly means.

Kyle: "I mean... This is it. Right...?" I ask myself in a despondent tone as I raise my cum soaked arms from the sweltering curdled pool I kneel in. Tears involuntarily start steaming from my eyes as I move to press my paws into his elastic and warm flesh once more.

The walls around me are gleaming with faint red light from the world outside and are seeping with his thick and musky baby batter. The absolutely overpowering stench of his cum has penetrated every fibre of my being and further corrupts me with each inhale I take. It's unbearably hot in here and I'm starting to get dizzy again, but this time from the scent of his musk. It's the strongest smell I have ever inhaled in my life. Not even being bathed in Ethan's sperm comes close to how potent this is.

Looking up, I weakly reach for the sphincter that spat me out and dig my fingers into the folds of flesh. The ring of muscle clenches and tightens around my delving fingers, stopping me from inserting them more than a few centimetres in. It's powerful, more powerful than my shaky paws can conjure. I realise I cannot pry it open and escape back the way I came...

I start sobbing uncontrollably as I kneel in a pool of sweltering semen. My breath hiccupping and my thoughts filling with utter despair. How could I have been so foolish as to fall for his trap? I didn't think the idiot badger capable of deception. But look where that miscalculation has led me...

I'm not even sure how this is going to work... Why would he even need to eat me with his penis? How does his anatomy work exactly? I mean... What are the benefits from this? Will his testicle treat me like a stomach would and melt me into chyme? T-turn me into sperm even!?

I am not left questioning this for long as my whole world is sent upside down once again! The cum prison I am trapped in suddenly starts to bounce around erratically and slams me into the walls with violent force! His hot spunk washes over me in waves and it starts to feel like I've been thrown inside a washing machine! The air is knocked from my lungs with each erratic slam into his squishy walls, forcing me to involuntarily swallow his warm seed and choke for breath. I become increasingly dizzy and disorientated till can't tell up from down as his spunk continues to drown me in tides of hot sperm, washing over my fur and bathing every inch of my body in the curdled gunk.

But the bumpy ride doesn't last long. It stops almost as suddenly as it came, and I am graced a moment of reprieve as I once more scramble to my jittering knees and press my shaking paws into the mailable walls for support. My thoughts racing for answers before a sharp realisation hits me and I finally understand that Connor must have been wanking with how I was being flung around.

Shaking the cum dripping from my face as I kneel in his pooling sperm, I shudder through a rattled breath as I struggle to focus my thoughts. It's very hot in here, almost like sitting in a hot spring or a sauna. And the more I become aware of this heat, the hotter it seems to become. I'm sweating now and starting to pant as I struggle to keep the elastic flesh from pressing into my face.

The walls around me are suddenly smooshed from all sides in rough, kneading motions that encapsulate my prison and send me into darkness once again! I am forced me into the hot pool of cum before the motions roll along my body and begin to press from a differ angle. The shape and movements of the nubs cupping the nutsack around me has me realising that Connor must be fondling his balls with me inside! I start screaming once more, kicking and punching at his fingers as anger takes hold of me under his careless caressing.

Kyle: "LET ME OUT!!!" My voice echoes off the walls as fear grips my heart from the sullen tone I barely recognize. What exactly is my fate? If I can't suffocate to death, through whatever miracle keeps me alive right now, will I be digested alive by this mutated organ? Will I be melted down into cum??

The fingers kneading the testical finally relent and the prison once more is bathed in red, fleshy light. But my tears still cloud my vision as I press into the slippery walls and weekly whine out how unfair this is. Why couldn't Connor have just chewed me in his mouth and be done with it? Why must I be tortured this way? Being uncertain of how my life will end is probably more terrifying than actually dying. As my fingers flex against the sweltering walls, failing to find purchase on the stretchy skin, I am not left with enough time to think of trying to rip his flesh apart from the inside before the mad ride from before begins anew!

I am pin balled around his nut and slammed hard against the squelching walls with incredible force! Each time I hit the stretchy skin, all the air leaves my lungs, and without any control over the action, I inhale large amounts of cum each time! I feel like I'm being thrown around by a hundred wrestlers and kicked about in a stampede! While not needing to breath may be unimportant right now, it doesn't make choking on his spunk any more pleasant.

My centre of gravity is stolen from me as I am tumbled, thrown and shot around inside his testicle with force my body has never endured! And while crashing into his rubber walls offers some form of a soft landing, the violence at which I'm hitting into them still hurts. My already sore body is starting to feel bruised by the bouncing ball that pushes me around as if it were a school bully. All I can do is close my eyes and curl myself into a foetal position as I endure the abuse. Praying that the force will knock me out and I can die without having to suffer this torture. Or the death that will surely follow...

But the rocky ride comes to an end once more and I am left an absolute dizzy mess. I can't even force myself to sit up anymore. I'm just laying on my back with my knees pressed to my chest and my head barely held above the surface of his hot cum. I feel like I may yet pass out with the next mad ride and perhaps that will be a better way to go than actually waiting around to find out how exactly this testical plans on digesting me.

But as I lay here in a pool of his steaming sperm, I realise something is vastly different than a moment ago. His semen isn't dormant like before, it is currently churning around like water just before it boils, and it defiantly feels hotter than before. Almost searingly so. I actually feel my skin starting to hurt from the heat. My concerns about being boiled down into his sperm starts becoming a reality as my whole body feels incredible hot. It's like being in a sauna for too long. I feel weak, breathless and completely unable to move.

So this is how it ends... Boiled alive inside a gigantic testicle? I'll likely be churned down into cum and shot out against the mountain side... Hopefully my body overheats and I pass out before I can start to boil alive... My skin is tingly and my thoughts are heavily fogged as I stew in his cum, my chest barely able to even suck in the steaming air as I feel all my fight melting into the baby batter roiling around me.

I am not allowed to wallow in self-pity, for the mad ride returns tenfold! I am slammed into the fleshy walls of my prison once more as if an angry child was throwing me around like one of their toys. All I can do is grip my knees with what strength remains and curl further into a ball as I endure the thrashing.

Connor's testicals bounce around frantically as I hear him groan from the outside with each lightning-fast pump he makes along his thick cock. Jerking off with furious need. I am washed over in wave after wave of semen, ingesting scaldering mouthfuls of the almost boiling sperm as it churns and bubbles with every splash. My thoughts start to become numb as the pain of being beaten and abused fade into each broken breath stolen from me.

An acceptance of my fate starts to grow inside my heart where I find a moment of peace within my own death. There is no way to escape this, and now I... I'm okay with that thought... I've lived a happy life for the most part... One thing I do regret is that I wish I was able to be in more stable relationship, instead of the many failed boyfriends I've had over the years... Well, maybe I regret not being better prepared for surviving alone in the wilderness as well, but it's far too late to be lamenting over that now...

I can feel the burning fluids around me becoming boiling hot as they churn more wildly even as they slosh around me. I am nothing more than cock food now and soon I will melt into his sperm and become a part of his next load. Heh, who thought this could actually be a real thing outside of the internet? Despite my delirious state, I start to wonder what would happen if he would impregnated someone with my remains. Would I come back as a giant badger like him? Or would I just be nothing more that proteins to help the foetus grow?

Just as I feel my consciousness peacefully drifting off with thoughts of how I might look as wad of sperm, a loud roar echoes out, loud enough to snap me back to reality in jolt of fright! It shakes the testical I'm in like an earthquake as I continue to slap around his insides, but suddenly, the mad ride slows down as gravity shifts. I feel my prison raising upwards and the walls holding me tense and tightening in the same motion. I don't have long to wonder what is going on, for the testicle encasing me suddenly start to squeeze down fiercely! The confines of Connor's gonad shrink in a matter of seconds as the space is quickly halved! I am immediately overcome with the churning sperm and my head is plunged beneath the boiling liquid!

My eyes shoot open and my body acts out of instinct with a need to survive. I press into his testical with all my limbs, fighting frantically to be released. But the walls are super hard, they have absolutely no give like before. Before I can accept my fate and just breathe in the spunk, hoping that when it's in my lungs the heat will simply cook me alive, I am suddenly sucked HARD through the tube above my head and rocket through the very pipes that brought me here!

The bone crushing walls of his flesh inhale me once more, squeezing me out into his tubes with much less effort than before and shoot me through the confines, along with his load, with incredible speed! The contracting tunnel is so powerfully that I don't have a second to process what is actually going on for with one violent ejaculation, I come SHOOTING out the lips of Connor's cock and slam angrily into the dirt! I land HARD on the sand with a wave of sperm following me! I cough up spunk I inhaled from the impact alone, but before I can even try to regain my breath or look up, I am pelted with wave after wave of steaming cum! They violently wash over me as if I were trapped beneath the most powerful waterfall!

I try to crawl away from the sperm as I think it might begin eroding my flesh, but the force is so strong and my body so spent that I only end up slipping and sliding around beneath this endless amount of spunk! Gallons of spunk washes over me as if someone had opened a firehose and was trying to drown me!

I gasp and wheeze out of instinct, crying and trying to raise my paws against the assault, but nothing can stop his ejaculations. Yet thankfully, after one final roar from the badger, the boiling sperm pelting me finally dies down and I am graced with the ability to take in my first real breath of air. I gasp like a fish out of water with eyes wide open and a heart racing like a raging drum.

My eyes fall upon Connor who is kneeling over me, leering over his paunchy stomach with a look of absolute bliss on his face. He wobbles and shivers in the afterglow of his climax, and my heart literally stops for a moment as I think he is about to fall down and squash me! But thankfully, the badger falls backwards and shakes the entire world with this incredible weight! I try to cry out, to move or to even think properly, but I am utterly exhausted and my vision begins to darken as I wheeze and gasp for breath through bruised ribs and a battered body. Flopping around in the steaming pool of cum like a landlocked fish, dizziness soon overtakes me and I pass out before I can do anything more than twitch in the warm spunk as Connor's loud voice eases me into darkness.

I awaken with a jolt! My whole body raises stiffly as if I were Frankenstein's monster! Gasping for breath, I am assaulted immediately by a bone chilling cold that can only be match by the intensity of the pain surging through my body.

Whimpering as I tightly clutch my battered and bruised frame, I seethe through clenched teeth as the agony slowly subsides enough for me to pry my eyes open once more. Looking around through my bleary vision, I find myself in the middle of a massive pool of cum. It's congealed in some places and seeped into the earth in others. The overwhelming stench of sex is all I can smell.

Kyle: "GAH!" I shoot up in the aftershock as realisation sinks in on what just happened, but slip right after, falling face first into the cum and mud!

As I lay here, face down in the dirt and the remnants of Connor's ejaculation, I feel like the lowest piece of shit on earth... I am sore all over and am absolutely exhausted, humiliated and just betrayed by all I know.

Raising to my shaky arms and knees with much difficulty, I shimmy my way out of the cum in tears as I crawl a few feet away from the wet patches before slumping once more to the dry ground. I look around for the badger through weak and mindless movements by rolling my head to either side, but find him nowhere to be seen. Breathing out a painful breath, I look up to the starry sky as my mind falls blank with sorrow slowly overtaking despair. Tears stream from my eyes in burning rivers, but my face doesn't change from the dead look set upon it. I just lay motionless beneath the starlight as my thoughts fall from me.

My embrace with death this time is unlike the one with Shane. There is no conflict in emotions of anger or pain like before. All I can feel is that my mind is slowly emptying of all feeling and cognition. I can physically sense as my thought and my very will dethatch from me, leaving me in the hollow shell of who I used to be... I start feeling almost out of place in my own body.

This is my fault... I agreed to this. I practically begged for Connor to kill me. And if he was my predator, I think he would have gladly absorbed me into his spunk. But here I am. Stinking like sex and covered in mud. Yet still alive and shaking from not just the pain, but the bone chilling cold surrounding me.

Gritting my teeth, I get into a sitting position through much effort and look around with empty eyes. It's late, and while my dignity has been stolen, my will drained and my body bent and broken, I can't just sit here...

Getting to wobbly feet with even more difficulty, I clench my left arm and look to the mountains in the distance and the promising trees beneath it. I slump forward and trod off towards the distance with listless and sob filled steps.

It is a few hours later before I collapsed. Hours where I walked in a dream like stupor. Not once did I raise my head, not once did I stop. I just trudged onward until I couldn't anymore and collapsed to the earth on my knees. I haven't stopped crying this whole time and my mind feels so detached from my body that I can almost sense myself becoming a different person.

Shivering, I look around despondently. There aren't any trees and only a few bushes here. The only good news is that I can see the forest and mountain I was aiming for this morning, just a short few short miles ahead. But I am too tired to get there. I'm not even certain that I can get back to my feet anymore...

I really was hoping to make it there tonight, but I just can't... Collapsing to my paws with a wince, I dig my claws into the hard dirt as warm tears fall to the dry soil beneath me. This feeling... It's hollow in a way that no physical pain could ever hurt. The feeling of accepting death and then finding you're still alive... I'm not even sure that I can be happy for my continued survival anymore... I'm just moving on instinct now. My body unwilling to give up the fight through a feeling I can no longer understand.

I continue to move out of instinct through mechanical and lumbering movements. I start tiredly scratching at the dirt, digging a sorry excuse for a trench with my trembling paws. Everything hurts and I can't even see straight anymore. Yet my body acts in accordance. Instinct taking over where thought fails me. I'm not even sure when I pass out, for the world around me spins and shifts with each digging motion I make. All I know is despair, and once more, the light is stolen from my eyes as my thought betray me for a wish of death and for this agony to end. I just surrender...

~To Be Continued~