Lost in the Abyss
Story by Nyastella on SoFurry
A tiny little story I made to go along with art I commissioned. Art done by https://x.com/BreastWizard !
Story belongs to me.
Lost. Completely and utterly lost. The young elf looked at his map once again, sighing; he had gone off track long enough to have burnt this map three times over already, but part of him wanted to believe he could miraculously find his way back— but he was stuck. Stuck in “The Abyss".
It was already a miracle he got there in the first place. One did not simply find this place out of chance. The Abyss was a dark, dangerous realm, filled with exotic creatures and wonders, but also dangerous to even seasoned adventurers. Elizann, as cocky as he was, went to explore underprepared; he truly regretted his rashness now, for the weak light his flame spell offered was not enough to keep the nightmares at bay. Still, if he was in uncharted territory, then chances were he could find something rare enough to capture that would set him forever.
Throwing caution to the wind, he pulled out of his backpack a small pouch. It emitted a particularly heavy smell; pheromones, he was told — or at least that's what the merchant claimed — that would attract nearby creatures. The pungent scent made him a bit uncomfortable, but he was ready to make this sacrifice if it led him to untold riches.
Stopping in what he was mostly sure was a particularly wide grotto, he set down the musky bag, gently opening it so as to maximize its effects. He then dashed behind a rock to hide and wait.
Elizann was not the patient kind. He would grow antsy fairly fast, excitedly looking left and right in hopes of seeing the lurking shadows around him take the bait. The smallest sound caused his ears to perk up, the inexperienced adventurer anticipating the arrival of his future prey. Something big? Small? Round? Square? Mighty? Puny? The possibilities were endless, and he was nearly bouncing on the spot, hands tightly gripping the rock he was hiding behind.
And finally, he heard it. Rocks being scratched. Heavy footsteps. The elf froze, his head peeking out from behind his rock ever-so-slightly…
A hot, heavy breath washed over his back. The scratching of chitin against rock. A thick, wet drop of slobber landing on the back of his left shoulder. Elizann's hair stood on end as a low growl echoed behind him. He debated fleeing; what if the creature was faster?
Unfortunately, whatever had set its sights on him made a decision for him: scaly fingers slowly gripped both his shoulders, sharp claws digging into his skin. The moment Elizann's muscles flinched, he was shoved and pinned against the rock he was hiding, immediately nullifying any attempt at escaping he might have made. “Ow! Ow!!" he yelped as the monster manhandled him, ripping his outfit to shreds with a single hand. The creature then lowered its head, letting a long, bumpy tongue snake out of its slobbering maw. It probbed at the elf's backdoor, causing another yelp of surprise, his body squirming with disgust. Ignoring his pleas, it unceremoniously penetrated his butthole, the sinuous appendage slathering bubbly slime all over his insides. The beast nipped and nibbled at his skin as it worked, keeping him firmly pinned no matter how much he writhed or kicked. Elizann winced, feeling his body grow hotter by the second. Wherever the monster touched would heat up in seconds, the tingling of his skin seemingly converging to his loins in the form of an unnatural, almost painful boner.
Satisfied, the creature retracted its tongue. The elf tried to look behind him, but from his awkward position he could only see bits of the monster. He soon felt another tendril against his backdoor, though this one was much, much larger.
“W-Wait a minute," he gasped, realizing the beast's intentions. “You're not actually planning to--?!"
His question turned into a high-pitched squeal as the slimy tendril speared his insides. It _ hurt _. Elizann felt like he was being split apart, his body overwhelmed by the confusing signals of pain and pleasure mixing together. Despite the previously applied saliva and the sliminess of whatever phallic object he was being violated with, the flared tip dragged along his flesh, burning his sensitive skin. The creature, clueless, savagely thrusted into him, loud claps echoing in the otherwise empty area. Overwhelmed by pain, the young elf could do nothing but hang onto his rock for dear life, squeaking and yelping every time his thighs met with the monster's. Its quick, successive thrusts were erratic, almost feral; Elizann teared up, unable to keep up with the agony, his buttcheeks growing sore from the constant slapping of flesh against flesh.
The beast's grip on the poor elf tightened, almost crushing him into the floor as it picked up its inhuman pace. By that point Elizann felt like his entire lower body was on fire. The pain only made the experience all the more humiliating; he had no other choice but to wait out and hope the monster would leave once it was done with him.
To his surprise, his freedom would come sooner than expected. The beast's rhythm slowed to a complete stop as it hilted its entire length down the elf's abused anus; he felt the tendril swelling inside him, something round and soft slowly being squeezed out of the squirming appendage. It came with the loud squirt of thick, sticky fluids flooding his backdoor, plugging the only possible exit, ensuring the egg wouldn't be expelled by the host.
Seemingly satisfied, the abyssal creature pulled out, without a single drop of spooge spilling out of the elf's well-used hole. It then stepped to the side, sniffing the air; the pheromones that had attracted it were still potent in the atmosphere, despite it having just mated with one of its kind. Curious, it began scanning the cave, clicking, sniffing, until its snout blindly poked the small bag left by the elf early on.
Elizann stood up with legs wobbling and a new center of gravity. With the monster distracted, this was his only chance at escaping; with the adrenaline kicking in, the elf fled the scene…