Opening the Glandular Gloryhole
Opening the Glandular Gloryhole A "CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE" CLASSIC BY SHUN-GUAN "GECKO" TAKARI (After much deliberation, I've decided to submit this bit of purposely cheesy writing I typed not too long ago, a psuedo-Choose Your Own (Adult) Adventure Classic featuring everyone's most beloved character, You, doing things with Guan that would probably make the creator of this series want to break my fingers off one at a time. So you guys know, it's rather adult-oriented, and it certainly won't be everyone's cup of tea. Admittedly, I did try to make it fairly gender-nonspecific regarding the You character, though I'm sure most out here will read it as M/M. Fine with me, really. :} To give an obligatory warning in case the keywords didn't raise any red flags, this pCYOAAC contains a fairly vivid (although completely scat-free) account of an adult male iguana/gecko anthropomorph having his undertail star opened rather wide and examined in some detail. Also included are descriptions of some rather unusual anatomical features of said reptile. Most important to watch for, this tale has a very silly plot and a lot of trademarks. You've been warned. :P Based on a conversation with A Talented Artist™ whose name I will not reveal without his permission.) P.S. Before anyone points this out, yes, I intentionally ended the pCYOAAC at the last spot with multiple choices. Normally I'd make up some BS excuse about how the story stops where the reader can start making his/her own conclusions about where he/she wants the story to go and whatnot; however, the truth is simple: I got lazy. I suppose one or more readers could potentially pick up on one of the options I left off and either send your interpretation my way or post it on your YIFFSTAR page with a link leading back here. It is a CYOA, after all. Up to you. :} -{?} The hour is late, and you, _ Anon Y. Mouse , have just returned home from one of your grand adventures involving many wrong page turns and much sociopolitical yet fun-filled narrative is frankly unimportant to our beloved story. Tired, you reach forward and swing open the door. Funny how remarkably unlocked the handle is today, although you do remember your _Best Friend™ having called you inexplicably at 3:00 last morning saying to expect a rather amiable guest like no other and not to be alarmed but happy to oblige. Getting up from the squatting position from which you ended up after instinctively bursting inside and rolling into the LIVING ROOM with your trusty Magnum whipped out of your pants and ready for action, you decide upon recalling your BF™'s conversation that rushing in hard and fast isn't yet the right response as you withdraw slowly, take a deep breath, and carefully push on in...to the dark hallway leading to the BEDROOM. (Wuz gone ta hap'n?? :O Turn to Page 42) * * *
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- * * Suddenly, as you approach your BEDROOM door, your ears perk, and you hurl yourself to the side. Listening in, you catch what appears to be a series of thick, wet noises accompanied by heavy breathing and the occasional low, long, rumbling groan. Assuming this is your guest settling him/herself in but willing to take no chances, your eyebrow twitches while sweat appears on your brow, your heart accelerating in trepidation as you wait and listen. Your fat, hot barrel finds itself out of its holster and gripped firmly in one hand, aching for release of its payload. Soon, this sound subsides until you hear a loud SCHLOP!, followed by a harsh, guttural noise and a long sigh, be it disappointment, content, or something else, you cannot tell. Not that it matters, for soon after, to your surprise, you hear a voice within call out. It is fairly deep and slightly raspy with a trace of Chinese accent, but confident and rather expectant. "Ah great...you've arrived! Come on in, please." CHOOSE (If you wish to enter the bedroom, turn to page 8100) (If you'd rather wait it out, turn to page 8100) * * *
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- * * To your dismay, the door to your quaint bedroom opens on its own! Throwing caution to the wind, you spring from the wall and run in swiftly in the ready position...only to trip on one of the rare artifacts you forgot to put in your basement and fall flat to the carpet, your Magnum flying out of control and to the side. Getting up to one knee, you lift your head and find yourself staring quite closely at a rather tall, muscular, and slender male figure lying belly-down on your bed. The pronounced scent of malt vinegar and a sort of exotic citrus--not at all unpleasant--fills your nostrils immediately and causes you to squint and recoil, your eyes clouded for but a brief moment. As it clears, he grins and looks at you half-amusedly and half...something else. "Well, nice to meet you! My name's Guan. Sorry for just barging into your place in like this, but someone named Best Friend™ called me up earlier saying you'd be here half an hour ago. I've just been keeping myself busy since then. I've been expecting you...you were as well, I take it?" You don't know how to respond to this. This doesn't surprise your guest considering he is a 7'0" green lizard with a very powerful-looking tail rivaling his own body length, though three factors heavily add to your sudden loss of words: 1. You are not addressing his face, but rather his rear. 2. He is completely naked. 3. He is sporting an erection that would choke an ox. CHOOSE (For further details, turn to page 4) (For no details, don't turn to page 4) * * *
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- * * From what you can make out, the shimmering blue-eyed iguana/gecko mix is dark green-scaled with a light jade underbelly and three red stripes on his nose, hips, and tail tip, a red series of spikes running down from the top of his head and tapering at the tail base to end mid-tail. When he speaks, his rather long, pink tongue can be seen, slender and forked between a pair of powerful, gaping jaws and shiny, sharp, white teeth. While interesting details, they are, of course, not the focus in your line of sight right now. Dangling from the edge of the bed in front of you are a couple of large, three-striped external orbs that sway and glisten with a damp, barely visible, aroused pink-under-jade in the warm, sensual light. Near the size of baseballs in their massive and taut sack, they seem so shiny with wet that you can almost see your reflection, the trail between them slowly shifting and curving this way and that. Just under these lie 10" of much pinker, pulsing reptile phallus. This is not your average length though; what you are seeing throbbing upside-down from off your bed in the light is an odd, twelve-striped, single structure consisting of three solid-looking, fleshy bulges, stacked one on the other, that seem to expand and contract on their own volition. You imagine the vaguely mushroom-shaped top one to be the size of a small, elongated Christmas ornament, the next just a bit larger, and the next knot-like and twice as large as the first. Resting under the top bulge is a most peculiar tip that more closely resembles a forked tongue. You watch in horrific fascination as the tips wave slowly at you in a prehensile, beckoning fashion, dripping rather thickly from below a lipped horizontal opening in between, a rather large amount of sappy fluid already soaking through the oak frame and sheets around this amazing Power Organ, fueled by a pair of intimidating Reflecting Orbs. Averting your eyes from this, you feel something else drip onto your head and notice his huge and pendulous tail swaying above you, resting a bit on his upraised feet. This Massive Tentacle seems to have a good portion of its end covered in and dripping with some viscous, slightly milky substance that appears to be some form of natural fluid, like saliva or such. Since you can't think of any lizard species that secretes from its tail, this is questionable until you follow it down along its growing underside, a shimmering JADE PYRAMID of scale starting from the middle of the tail base down, and discover the last feature nestled within the illustrious and soft Indented Diamond above the jaded GLUTEUS HILLS, a pair of firm, round, spread buttocks the size and firmness of soccer balls. (WHAT NOW ZOMG!!!1 Turn to page XVII) * * *
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- * * After much ocular travel, you at last have found yourself looking upon the Engorged Lips of the entrance to what is known as the legendary and spectacular Glandular Gloryhole ™! Some of the more superstitious call this the Pink Eye, for it is pinkened and pulsing in the same subtle yet teasing rhythm as its counterparts underneath. Watching it as it pooches out just barely beyond the lips of the Outer Rim, you are drawn closer to the pink-splayed, slick, and very well-named Puckered Circle, known when associated with the Lips to which its Membranous Folds are connected as the Inner Rim, _a veritable _Ring of Flesh that serves as its entrance and exit. You surmise that the sparkling, star-like central zone is definitely the source of that citric, strangely enticing scent that hit your nose when you fell in the room. This marvel of relaxed yet tight muscle, pushed out a bit in a quivering motion, seems upon inspection rather wet with the warm, nicely-scented, sticky liquid found on the tail earlier, which now seems to be evaporating and cooling at a fast rate. You observe that this has also trailed down and coated the Orbs, leaving them sticky but giving them their amazing reflective quality. You guess all this has been the aftermath of a recent struggle against a deep and thorough intrusion by the Massive Tentacle above you. How long your guest has been overseeing this activity you cannot say, although for some strange reason you find it very difficult to avert your eyes from between the lizard's striking posterior HILLS once the glistening, unusually quivery Pink Eye catches your gaze. Strange though...you wonder where the liquid came from, what could have prompted such an epic battle between two forces, and--most importantly--how the heck all this found himself lying in your bedroom in the first place. (To answer these ponderous and important questions, grab your secret decoder, flip the book upside down, and stand on your head...now.) * * *
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- * * Before you can ponder your next move, your thoughts are interrupted by Guan's resonant voice as he looks back at you with a friendly yet rather sinister grin coming over his face, his long tongue snaking over his lips. "So, now that you've taken a good look at the situation...are you willing to help me out?" All you can find in response is to look at him blankly, the words unable to escape your lips. He chuckles at this reaction, consequently causing the great Glandular Gloryhole ™ to pulse inwards in times with each sound and a small bit more fluid to appear, his tail waving playfully. "My apologies. Let me explain. You see, one day I found a really big, round Pearl™ --the size of a half-dollar I wager--on a path I was walking along one day. Seeing how I like shiny objects, I started to rub it so I could polish it up, and suddenly it started vibrating! Not very pearl-like, rather Out-of-the-Ordinary really, a unique specimen, naturally couldn't be organically made I thought... , you think to yourself.> So, since I needed someone who could tell me about OotO materials, I came here to get your opinion on it. The door was unlocked, and I figured you'd be here soon, so I decided to wait in this room while you were gone. You know, I didn't see an office or what, and I find myself admiring a comfortable bed, regardless of location. Hard to find one like it these days..." As affixed as your eyes are on the Prize, you find yourself getting impatient at all this rambling, as the reptile notices. "Um, so anyway...about an hour ago, I was playing with it and enjoying how it felt pushed against my...*ahem* palm...and suddenly it slipped and fell deep somewhere hard-to-reach, a place that many have seen but few have successfully conquered. You may know it as the Glandular Gloryhole ™, and as you can visibly see, it is in my possession. "Losing the Pearl™ in there was completely accidental of course. <For some reason you have trouble believing this.> But now I can't get it back no matter what I do, and I can still feel it vibrating every now and then. The Power Organ has been reacting so strongly to this pearl ever since, and while the Reflecting Orbs have been holding up, they cannot take much more of the strain. I fear if we don't act, the Organ is likely to explode before its time, and if that happens, it will mean DISASTER™! What fortune then that I had received a call from BF™, who tells me you know exactly what to do. You are my best hope and most worthy choice. Here...let me show you what lies ahead." (THE ADVENTURE CONTINUES on the next page) * * *
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- * * Sweat dripping down your brow, you watch as the lizard snakes his long, curving tail downwards, traces the tip along the underside to elicit a bit of an anticipating tremble, and then presses it gently in a circular motion along the sensitive Outer Rim of the deceivingly delicate-looking Glandular Gloryhole ™, which has been leaking slowly this entire time. This causes the GLUTEAL HILLS and the to tauten up and the wet, pooched Ring to clench reactively and then push slowly--teasingly--out from the Lips again, but only briefly. When this happens, the tip of the Massive Tentacle moves significantly closer to the center and continues its spiral revolution now around the pulsing puckers, rubbing at each one and causing a clench every time. This process repeats for a bit, each tight contraction getting harder, until you notice the center of it relenting slightly and parting open like the Door to Paradise™ to give you a glimpse of something pulsing and then disappearing just as quickly within. At this, the Glandular Gloryhole ™ sucks in sharply at the edges and then pooches out once more with a sudden intensity, folding open strongly at the center and revealing a bit of its secret: the beginnings of two swollen mounds of glistening pink flesh protruding out from each side beyond the Inner Rim to the deeper Vibrant Sphincter. Exposed, these fluctuate and release from their peak slits a brief yet rushing stream of that same milky, hot fluid to once again deliver to the Reflecting Orbs and the base of the Power Organ a shiny coat of oily, slick lubrication filling in every nook and cranny of the Puckered Circle in front of the glands to return the Glandular Gloryhole ™ to a heavily wettened state. The vinegary citric scent hits strongly once more, the Citric Vapors rushing into your nostrils without hesitation and causing you to reel and blur once more. You recover much more quickly this time, although your mind feels rather hazy, affected by whatever is going into your lungs. The Glandular Gloryhole ™ remains open for a bit after the supposed Scent Makers retract. Seizing the opportunity with a determined smile, the lizard pushes his tail once more into the grasping orifice up to about a few inches, hooks it against the top of the Vibrant Sphincter with a bit of a wag, and lifts up to raise the top of the Outer Rim and collapse the base of the Indented Diamond after a particularly hard clench. This spreads the cavity open a bit more from the top, revealing even more of the smooth, wet flesh inside, eliciting from your guest a nice growl followed by a sharp but pleasured hiss and flickering tongue of approval. Hardly surprising, considering...wait a minute...seemingly outside of your conscious control, both your hands just went over to assist the Massive Tentacle and help spread the one Ring farther open! You watch in half-fascination, half...something else, as the fingers work on the sides and bottom of the ring while the tail holds the top. They slip occasionally on the slick fluids that form Clinging Veils and Dripping Strands of Milky Juices on and beyond the slow relaxation of the Ring of Flesh and the yawning of the Engorged Lips, although they manage to handle the inevitable desperate clenching without too much trouble. Through it all, Guan can be heard and seen up front growling with his long face strained in apparent pain, although the eyes looking back at you betray the pleasure he cannot help but experience in this excitement. After a considerable amount of finessing and lubrication, the Great Spread is complete, and you can finally get a good, penetrating look into the inviting, now-gaping GLORY'S TUNNEL before you. (What lies beneath? Could be the Pearl_™?? Turn to page 12345???)_ * * *
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- * * Nestled within the sides of the stretched, juicy Vibrant Sphincter, you can now clearly make out the two swollen and grooved mounds that enclose a pair of glands, each Scent Maker emitting that aromatic moisture you now assume serves as a form of location marker...or, more likely, a pheromone. Now exposed, they consistently pulse in and out, saturated and leaking with that same slick, viscous, quick-drying fluid with which you are now quite familiar, not at all unpleasant to the touch as more Dripping Strands soak into your skin, an occasional Frothing Bubble blowing up at the groove and popping with a light hiss of finest mist. You realize that the scent is rather integrated in the air now and that you can't help but breathe rather heavily of it. In effect, you find that your eyes no longer water but that your body feels a bit more heated now, skin starting to become flushed with heart racing. Past the smoothened, trembling, and fully-exposed Puckered Oval, as the new shape now suggests, you can just make out the rich, cavernous details of the warm, clean, velvet cavity within as the inner folds clench taut and then slowly ripple wide open wtih what seems an electric current every few inches at sporadic times, indicating that something must be vibrating in there rather strongly and moving about. This reptilian MOIST CAVE of the GLORY'S TUNNEL indeed seems to be very deep and quite accommodating, though it's difficult to see much through the currently imperceptible darkness. Suddenly, you sense the INNER SANCTUM walls starting to tremor at a rapid pace, causing the Vibrant Sphincter beyond the Ring of Flesh of the Glandular Gloryhole ™ to clench harder than ever! Your fingers nearly lose their grip and get pinched a bit by the surprisingly tight show of force, but they manage to hang on and start spreading the Circle into an Oval once more. Warning you with a series of hard groans and a cry of "Better shield your eyes!" from Guan's unseen OPEN THROAT, the Scent Makers swell up, milked by the hard movement, and, with a mighty jolt outwards, send short yet strong twin blasts of hot, scented liquid out of the Glandular Gloryhole ™ right at your face! (To go somewhere where you actually get to make a decision, head to page 9¾) * * *
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- * * You manage to avoid getting blinded, although you do get blasted liberally all over your nose and mouth before the Milky Juices cease their spray. Licking on instinct and suddenly realizing you have just done so, you prepare for a very bitter taste...only to find that the product of the Scent Makers consists of a similar texture to the glaze found on English chips, the milky taste on your tongue similar to that of Organ Syrup mixed with a tangy, lemon-citric quality you cannot exactly place. As with the scent, it is not at all unpleasant and not at all toxic, although you imagine the effects of the Juices when ingested are probably FAR more potent than that of the scent. Indeed, you feel yourself heating up that much more, your body trembling with an unusual energy and your pupils dilating. For a split second, as the deep CAVE beyond stretches open near its limits as a result of that sudden pheromone blast, you think you can see a glimpse of the legendary Pearl™, a very white and intense reflective sparkle catching your eye and illuminating the glorious glaze of the pulsating and silky clean SANCTUM of plush pink-red velvet reflecting like a mirror off the great many Clinging Veils and Dripping Strands and Frothing Bubbles left by the Massive Tentacle's earlier efforts not to mention all the Velvet Coils and Folding Crevices and Cleansing Glands and Massaging Muscles and who knows what more fascinating fascinations there are to list in the GREAT DEPTHS where few have dared to dwell...but that glimpse is soon swallowed up into the darkness as the cavity settles, the round artifact rumbling still deep inside. Your fingers are getting weary. Despite its elasticity, the Glandular Gloryhole ™ can have an amazingly tight grip! Part of you wonders how long this glazed, powerful, enticing Pink Eye of Pouting Lips Housing a Ring of Vibrantly Puckered Circular Sphincter Flesh can last under all the pressure, while another part of you...well, one can only imagine what that other part of you must be going through right now. Back on the other side of the bed, the lizard licks his Heavily Salivating Lips and pipes up once more, his voice more shaky and growl-ridden than ever, his breathing and perspiration heavy while his tail and everything under it quivers in visible anticipation. "Urrr...now that you see the problem, I'll let you take over from here. My only advice is that you make sure to keep everything as forward and fluid as possible. Add your own if necessary. In fact, feel free to do whatever it takes to give me as much help as you can muster. I'm open to anything you may suggest." With that, you feel in control of Yourself™ once more. Your Choices™ are before you. What is your Next Move™? CHOOSE ™ (To plunge your muzzle into the CAVE before you for a closer lick-er, look if you dare, turn to page 69) (To prepare yourself for a deep excavation by hand (or fist), turn to page F) (To help put that tiring, long Massive Tentacle of Guan's to better use, turn to page ™. ) (To see if you can save the Power Organ from DISASTER_™, turn to page_ ?.) (To remove your slacks and try to pound and wash the bastard out, turn to page ?777?.) (To recover your gun, shove it inside the tunnel, and blast that Pearl_™ away, turn to page ?777_?.) (To wrench your grip free and run out into the streets screaming, drop the book and have at it.) *!SPECIAL WEBSITE BONUS OPTION!* To look up the author and share your thoughts, even if it is merely to tell him what a sick bastard he is or grumble about how he never finishes anything he starts, go to the place you downloaded this glory of a story and comment. * * *
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