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Something's Hiding in the Wetlands

A Rocks Off Story

By Bunny Hops

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Like any other swamp dragon, Dale enjoyed heading deep into the wetlands from time to time to get back to his roots. Or at least as back into his roots as his comfortable city lifestyle would allow in a weekend. He had traveled as deep into the lush vegetation as his vehicle would carry him and was now shedding off the last of his confining anthro clothing.

Once he was finally naked Dale locked up his car and hid the key in the wheel well of the right rear tire. He breathed in the cool moist air as it gently caressed his body. Anthro scalies didn't really have the nudity embarrassment or shame that anthro furs did, since most hadn't evolved past the cloacal slit housing their genitals, with a separate anus. As it were, Dale could strut his stuff with his junk safely hidden away behind his flat groin with the faintest of indent denoting his slit; his thick green tail covered up his bung hole, as well.

Standing upright with his back up against the grill of his car and his tail resting on the damp soil of the wetlands, Dale knew he needed to do one more thing to fully enjoy his visit.

The swamp dragon got on all fours. His wrists folded awkwardly and elbows jutted out to the sides; even his hind legs failed to do their part to effectively allow him to roam his ancestral plan in a facsimile of his native form. Luckily he knew a thing or two.

He started out with his shoulder: the easiest transformation. By pinching his shoulder blades back Dale was able to pop each shoulder, one at a time, into their secondary - or primary, depending on how you looked at it - joint location. It didn't necessarily hurt when he did so, but it was dislocating and relocating his joints, which wasn't the most pleasant thing to do.

Next he did his elbows. Dale grabbed the soil with his claws and twisted his elbows toward each other. The tension built in his forearms. The tendons practically groaned from the palm of his hands to the dimple in his elbows. The strain was causing tears to well in the corners of his tightly shut eyes. Just when the swamp dragon thought he couldn't take any more two muffled but distinctly anatomical pops resonated through his left arm.

Relying on the motivation of feeling his left wrist and elbow pop into place in a sudden, almost orgasmic yield, Dale forced his right elbow closer to his midpoint. A twinge of pain shot through his arm just before his right elbow and wrist popped into place.

His ankles weren't that difficult to get into the correct position. He arched his back and dug his claws firm into the ground. His rear end was sticking momentarily as he backed into his car with enough force to rock it on its swing arms. In a mammal a hard collision like that would have lead to some bruising, but in the swamp dragon it just knocked his ankles into their feral form.

Last were his hips and knees, which he could do together in one fell swoop like he did his elbows and wrists. He lined his knees up with the sides of his gut so that when he pushed the rear of his body down his thighs would just graze his sides. He continued to lower his rear past the point that would be comfortable in an anthro. Again, the tension that he was applying to his body was bringing tears to his eyes. Dale cocked his head to the side to see if his position was right. He saw his contorted body, knees trembling slightly, not wanting to press forth.

He clenched his teeth and braved the pain. By rocking his ass downward he caused the sudden kinetic jolt needed to ratchet his lower body into place. Arcs of pain zapped to life in each of his knees and hips milliseconds before they crackled into place.

All the pain was worth it, however: with a simple and natural crane of his neck Dale was finally fully transformed into his feral form and ready to head out into the wetlands.

Traipsing through the soggy jungle was a lot easier to do on all fours than attempting to do it upright. Dale had only left his car behind less than an hour ago, but already he felt a radiating inner joy at leaving the civilized world behind. He was only going to be in the wetlands for a couple of days, but he was going to make the most of it.

The swamp dragon was taking a wandering route as he slogged through the muck and mire he enjoyed so much. Every time he got a chance to head out into the thick vegetation he always made sure to take a different course. Getting lost was more than half the fun.

He bounced past a set of thick moss covered trees with knobby bark and ropy vines only to be stopped by a serene pool that had previously been blocked from view. It wasn't like any sort of body of water Dale had ever seen before. The pond glowed silver with a thin veil of fog so dense it might as well have been smoke.

Tentatively Dale approached the unknown.

He cautiously broke the fog with a front claw and was rather surprised at how it responded. The fog seemed to part before the swamp dragon's claw ever touched it. When he pulled away the fog returned.

Dale next attempted to push enough fog away to find out what it covered, or possibly what had created it. He swept a claw and blew at the fog at the same time, causing the silver smoke to retreat momentarily.

Underneath the hazy cloak was a liquid, of sorts. The color was a transparent white, almost like coconut water, but the fluid didn't seem like water.

Dale braved touching the pool. It gave a little before being broken by his claw. When the swamp dragon pulled back the liquid pulled up with him gently before settling in a reverberating giggle.

He looked across the way and realized that the pond's edges were too definitively defined to be naturally occurring. Ripples were forming in the silver fog, causing jets of the mist to bubble into the air. In a sudden jolt from tranquility, the fog vanished in dissipating tendrils into the humid air. The liquid--or whatever it was--in the pool continued to bubble.

Dale was too transfixed at the oddity that was the pond to see the limb forming from the matter. The feeler slowly curled around the circumference of the swamp dragon's front leg, taking great strides not to touch or otherwise arouse his suspicion.

The tentacle closed its grip around the swamp dragon's leg in a sudden jerk. Dale instinctively pulled back, but his attempt to run was thwarted by a swift jolt of the tentacle. As he was being pulled into the air by his leg Dale saw the entirety of the pond was sprouting similar tentacles. At once Dale knew what this creature was: a wetland water elemental. The creature was a liquid organism capable of transforming into practically any shape, but usually stayed in a form not requiring much energy.

Before Dale knew it the tentacles from the creature had locked their grips around his wrists and ankles, painfully reminding the swamp dragon of his feral transformation not too long ago. He found himself high in the canopy of the wetlands above the water elemental. He was tangled in the tentacles, which suspended him upright and slightly forward.

A tentacle slowly probed the length of his tail. When Dale looked down he noticed that the end of the tentacle had a slightly bulbous head with a little slit at the tip. The swamp dragon began to struggle in earnest, now. He had heard tales of elementals and tentacles, and he didn't want some creature forcing itself upon him to ruin the wetlands for him for good.

The tentacles wrapped themselves farther up his limbs, making sure he could not move at all. A second bulbous penile tentacle appeared directly in from of Dale's face. Silvery bits of lubricant dripped from its hole.

Just as he was bracing for penetration a thinner tentacle slipped into his cloacal slit, causing him to flinch at the sudden violation of a sensitive area. The tentacle was massaging his insides in a not unpleasant manner. Soon Dale was ashamed to feel himself begin to become aroused; the tingles and sparks causing his dick to slowly slide from his slit were not of his control.

Just when he could feel the tip of his dick peaking from its interior hiding place, the penile tentacle coming up on Dale's rear abruptly penetrated his anus. The pressure ought to have been intense, but the water elemental flowed like a gel into him. At first there was a pressure on his backside before the sensation stretched his anus, but nothing more than a particularly intense bowel movement.

Even though it didn't particularly hurt, Dale couldn't help but let out a primeval growl as he felt the intrusion enter his rectum and continue on.

The water elemental took advantage of the feral swamp dragon's cry. The penile tentacle close to Dale's face quickly entered his open maw. Instantly Dale began choking on the tentacle entering his throat. At first he couldn't breathe, but he was eventually able to get air into his lungs by craning his neck and forcibly snorting through his flaring nostrils.

Straining his eye sight down past the tentacle undulating back and forth in his mouth and throat, Dale saw as a relatively thin and firm tentacle curled itself around his dick, which had come out about halfway from his slit. He continued to watch as it began to stroke him, causing the swamp dragon's cock to grow and swell with each caress.

Once his cock had grown to its full, throbbing capacity, a separate tentacle rose from the depths of the elemental below. This one had a puckered hole in the tip. Even before it came anywhere near him, Dale knew where it was going. The tentacle forced the swamp dragon's dick into the hole and wasted no time in thrusting back and forth, forcing Dale to fuck it.

Tears welled in the corners of his eyes. It was more than the physical pain in his joints from tugging and pulling of the tentacles; Dale could even bare with the strong grip tentacles around his wrists and ankles. The pain in his ass and the difficulty breathing were something he could fight through, but the emotional distress of being violated like this was getting more than he could handle.

More penile tentacles appeared out of nowhere. A couple hovered around his head, and a separated one rubbed up against his chest where his nipple would be if he had one. Two slide up and down his legs, teasing him before forcing themselves into his already filled asshole. With just one dick tentacle inside his ass Dale had felt uncomfortable. With them triple-penetrating him he felt as if his sphincter would rupture.

He could feel the tentacles in his ass coursing their way through his intestines. Unlike the normal in-out of sex, these things just seemed to go in. Even the one in his mouth had pushed its way down into his stomach.

The only tentacle seemingly content to mimic traditional sex was the one thrusting and pulsing over his dick. Oddly enough, even through all the distress, Dale found himself ramping up to climax. He looked at the tentacle-dicks around his face and knew that the water elemental was gearing up to climax as well.

The swamp dragon snorted in another breath as he felt the tingle of fluid and pressure building up inside his loins. He didn't fight to hold onto the orgasm for as long as possible like he normally did. Once he felt the point-of-no-return being reached, he allowed himself to squirt his load into the puckered tentacle.

Immediately the tentacle began to milk him, squeezing his dick at the base and rolling up to the tip. He felt himself squirt mercilessly again and again. Even after he felt that he must be dry, his body kept pulsing. Twinges of ecstasy sparked in him with each squirt.

Just as he was finishing up, the water elemental was just beginning. All the tentacle extremities came at the same time. Instantly his intestines and stomach bulged at the sudden influx of jizz. His belly grew and stretched; in an instant Dale felt as if he had just over engorged himself on a bountiful feast.

The tentacles hovering around his face and chest erupted in a wave of cum. Dale had to shut his eyes and the jizz splashed onto his face. He felt the warm ooze drip onto his shoulders and down over his swollen belly even as he was splashed with more water elemental cum. Eventually the pulses slowed to a stop.

With an even pull, the tentacles slid out of his mouth and ass. At the sudden freedom, Dale gasped for breath and cringed as jizz dribbled freely from his ass. The water elemental's jizz shined a silvery translucence that would have been gorgeous had it not been the product of his rape.

The swamp dragon began to move again. The restraining tentacles around his wrists and ankles loosened as the water elemental slowly lowered him to the wetland floor. It put him down on all fours, but he was still shaken and distraught from his ordeal that Dale collapsed to his side, rolling on his swollen belly.

Dale watched as the tentacles retreated back into the pool of silvery water. The misty cover came back, appearing from somewhere in the ether. It was oddly tranquil once again.

The swamp dragon got back on his feet. Dirt, twigs, leaves, and other assorted debris from the wetland floor stuck to the cooling jizz that covered most of Dale's body.

With his composure regained, Dale quickly bolted away from the water elemental, aiming for the general direction of his vehicle. Jizz sloshed around inside his distended gut as he expertly dodged his way around overgrown vegetation.

The wetlands were now ruined for Dale. Even through all his love of his ancestral home, the swamp dragon knew he'd never wish to return.