(if:$alert is 0)[(alert:"This game contains heavily kink-based topics and mature works, and it is not intended for younger audiences. If you acquired this product without knowing what it is, it is suggested that you stop playing.")]It is dark. You can't move your legs, not because of the lack of free space, no. You just can't muster the strength to move any joint on your body, barely had enough to open your eyelids.
You can barely breathe, it's like your lungs hadn't been used in a long time, too. Every gasp for air feels painful and slow. You need to get out.
From what little your vision can recognize, you make out a [[faint red light|Red Light]] on top of you, and also hear [[soft clicking|Clicking]] beneath you.
(set:$alert to 1)It's red, and ominous. You try your best to reach out for it, but can't get your [[arm|Arms]] too far out of your sides, let alone directly above you.
The soft, [[constant clicks|Clicking]] still resonate on the back of your head, but more precisely below you.It's been clicking forever, though that's a rough estimate.
You fumble around with your right hand around the general area of the clicking, hoping to find anything that can help you. Eventually, through the half-numb limb you feel a long, straight pipe, ending in a ball-grip. You can naturally wrap around it with ease, meaning that it might be a [[lever|Lever]] of some sort, designed for wherever you are.
That [[light|Red Light]] still beams down at you.Your arms. Hell, your entire body feels like its encased in a thick helping of oil. You can't move, or, at least not how a normal human does. Your movement is groggy, that or your perception of time is quite off.
You manage to crane down your neck, from what you can see thanks to the red light, your limbs seem to be alright.
[[Okay.|Start]]You grip the sturdy material as hard as your body allows it, and spend quite a degree of energy pushing it back, feeling several mechanisms move in place all around you. In front of you, light begins to trickle in an odd way, as if you were looking at a blocked off one-way window that was slowly becoming more transparent, and it suddenly becomes too much. The clicking stops, along with the other rustling sounds, leaving you in a deafening silence. You seem to be in a [[pod|Pod]], the light in front of you is blinding, but that can only mean it is somewhere outside your solar system. Through the window, you make out [[text|PodText]] being drawn on it, seems that the glass is a computer of some sort.Though your body is fairly numb still, the soft cushion you're in allows you to stay relatively comfortable for only a few centuries at most. The memory of how these things are designed to survive through different kinds of doomsdays send chills to your spine. Hopefully it hasn't been ''too long''.
The [[text|PodText]] in front of you is still there, being drawn on the screen.You can't make out the words with the light on the background, but some images are displayed on the screen, and they tell you to [[turn the lever|Lever Exit]] the other way, along with a few exclamation points and warning signs. Seems like it'd help you out of your [[Pod]].Your world is shaken in front of you as the pod door flies a quarter mile away before slamming down on the grass. Air fills your unused lungs, giving you a painful squeeze around your abdomen, and you're forced to shield yourself with two hands from the intrusive light from the external world.
The pneumatic locks that shot the door out click in place, along with the rest of the computer devices left on your pod, a bright red light accompanied by a loud, constant beep indicate massive atmosphere failure, the cause for such distress being a [[door-sized hole in front of you|Out]].(set: $name to (prompt:"Your name?", "Pan"))
Without a clear head, you stumble out of the pod, your weak legs immediately causing you to lose balance and fall to the [[grass]].
You muster the strength to get back on your feet, hands idly grasping the [[ground]] as you regain balance. Your knees tremble, but they hold on to the ground still "They still work, at least" you think.
Your wristwatch beeps; the symbols read "Low battery, translator disabled". You should find some fresh water.
[[It's time to move on]]The earthy, refreshing smell of the [[ground]] remind you of a life you used to have. Seems that years (Or was it decades?) of being dormant in a pod traveling through space would have negative consequences on your body.
[[It's time to move on]]You look out to the plains, the lack of relieves and clear skies give the vast landscape an imposing look, not a place you want to be on, in the weakened state you're in, at least.
The pod behind you idly chatters as the last of its battery was used up in loading up the blast door mechanism, the dying system listing off reasons why you should be dead, along with corrupted numbers and symbols.
The plains seem to carry out for miles, it's all you can see, and it stretches well beyond the horizon, the [[knee-high grass|grass]] dancing with the cool breeze of the wind, which in turn makes you notice how wet your jumpsuit is. Waking up from forced hibernation must give you a real workout.
[[It's time to move on]]You take a deep breath, and look out towards the horizon. This place is big, the sun in this system seems to be alive and flaring, and it reminds you of an earth that once was.
Out in the distance you make out a different landscape, trees slowly forming into what you assume to be a [[forest|forest way]]. Behind you the plains curl into a small [[mountain]], obfuscating your view beyond that(if: $playerstrength is 0)[, but you get the sense that exploring it with your current physical exhaustion might not be the wisest thing to do]. You could just go through the [[plains]], but you doubt you'd find something of interest.Giving the ground a few stomps to confirm that your legs are in working order, you begin your way towards the forest, the cool breeze of the plains painting pictures on the grass that only you can see. The lack of any wildlife perturbs you, though it's definitely better than be fighting any sort of alien creature in your current shape.
Within a few minutes, you're between trees and stumps. Seems that they have chainsaws in here, too. It's odd that this place is so empty and desolate, definitely doesn't match the greenery.
{(if: $bunnyrape > 0)[This is usually the time and place where the pack of bunnies go out, and you could preemptively stray off the road to [[avoid them|Forest]]. You could also turn around and [[have your way with them|BunnyConsensual]] beforehand](else-if: $bunnygood >0)[This is usually the time and place where the pack of bunnies go out, and you could preemptively stray off the road to [[avoid them|Forest]]. You could also turn around and [[have your way with them|BunnyConsensual]] beforehand]
(else:)
[A click behind you quickly jinxes your thoughts. [[Trouble]].]}<script>$('tw-story').removeClass('no-navigation')</script>
(if:$bird is 2)[You're feeling a bit giddy as of lately, your arms can't help but flail every once in a while.](if:$bird is 3)[You chirp softly as you round the corner of the mountaintop.]
The tall grass eventually dies down to a rough, uneven stretch of dirt that seems to rise with every step, until you're basically hiking up the terrain.
(if:$playerstrength is 1)[(if:$CaveExplored is 0)[The journey is arduous, but manageable with your current health, and after some 15 minutes you manage to reach the peak of the jagged terrain, noticing that there is no real peak, but several cave entrances that stretch out throughout the space; all leading down inside the mountain, apparently. You can [[Go in|In Cave]], or [[Go Back|It's time to move on]]](if:$CaveExplored is 1)[You spot the Minotaur cave, you could [[explore it|In Cave]], but you doubt you'd find much, really. You can also [[Go back|It's time to move on]]]]
(if:$bird is >0 and <9)[You spot the cave entrance where you last saw the giant bird who tucked you in quite literally for the night. [[You could give her a visit|CaveCon]]]
(else-if: $bird is 10)[You chirp, you can get giddy with (if:$birdname is not "")[[[$birdname today.|CaveLove]]](else:)[[[her today|CaveLove]]]]
(else-if: $playerstrength is 0)[You manage to get a few minutes into the heights of the mountain, before exertion catches up with your worn out, tired body. You stagger a few more feet forwards before collapsing onto the dry heat, heaving for a while before [[passing out.|CaveForced]]]\
(if:$playerstrength is 1)[(if:$bird is 0)[An odd, small cave with a large natural alcove seems to open up in here, you could [[check a look.|CaveEnc]]]]You begin jogging east at a brisk pace, and eventually come across a strange figure in the distance. Since it’s in your way, you decide to investigate, running towards it, but as soon as you start jogging, it replicates, taking a sprint towards you! It doesn’t seem friendly in the slightest, and the closer it gets, the more it dawns on you how much it’s not a person, but a velociraptor, and it is clearly going to outrun you. You can still [[Flee|Velociraptor Flee]], or [[Attack|Velociraptor Attack]]Setting towards the meadows, you take a deep breath, and begin your walk towards the large expansion of grass. Eventually, after what you assume to be a mile, you hear a sharp snarl behind you, and as soon as you try to turn around, something pins your shoulders, bringing its entire weight down as you hit the ground face-first. Whatever is holding you down is doing so with a considerable amount of strength, since you can’t even manage to turn around to face your assailant. The only thing you know for certain is that it isn’t human, since it is viciously snarling at you.
You hear shuffling besides your head, and whatever is holding you down keeps moving around, repositioning itself until you feel the weight holding you down subside. In a matter of seconds, you turn yourself belly-up, and manage to face your attacker, a vicious, seven feet long velociraptor, with its tailhole pointing straight at your face, and you attempt to crawl away, but it deposits its entire weight in you so fast that your head slips into your predator with a loud squelch. Your senses are invaded with the intense, strange taste of the velociraptor’s musk, as it pushes your entire body into its hole. Eventually, your shoulders and chest manage to slide inside, and the more you struggle, the more you manage to inch yourself deeper inside. Eventually, enough of your body has slipped inside, and your struggles don’t even matter anymore when you feel the raptor begin running, doing its best to shake its rump as much as it can as to finish its ‘meal’.
Several minutes pass and you can barely tell what’s going on, being pressed against the slimy bowel walls as the dinosaur enjoys every second of your presence. The intense aroma of your predator’s insides makes you feel light headed, and the lack of sunlight only intensifies this feeling, when suddenly, a deep rumble cascades down the creature’s intestines, rushing past you in hot, stinking air that causes you to pass out on the spot.
[[Next|LabIntro]]You hear some rustling of bushes behind you, though it's at a considerable distance. You have second thoughts about [[turning around]]. You feel like you should either [[hide]], or just [[continue walking as normal]].You immediately face the source of the rustling, and lock eyes with the bush that's fiercely shaking. Eventually a figure pops out and naturally begins walking towards you, abruptly stopping dead in its tracks the second it notices you.
It's a bunny...man? Its body definitely resembles that of a young male, save for the pair of bunny ears jutting from the top of its head, unnaturally wide hips, white fur covering its belly and abdomen, and more than generous manhood. It almost flies over your head that he is buck naked in front of you, and doesn't seem embarrassed in the slightest.
The creature beams up a comforting smile at you, though you don't quite know how to feel about it, you could either [[attack]] it or [[talk]]. You could also try turning tail and [[fleeing|flee]].You immediately toss yourself behind a tree to your side, almost eating dirt in the proccess. Your body isn't quite ready for a fight.
The rustling behind your cover ceases after a few seconds, and is replaced by soft footsteps over the dirt. you hear them heading in your general direction, and could definitely [[shimmy around the tree]] should they get too close, either that, or [[line up for a sneak attack]] on whatever's on the other side.You clench your fist for a moment, before straightening up, looking in front of you, and continuing your walk. Soon enough, you hear another pair of footsteps begin resonating behind you, stopping after the second or third one. Eventually it resumes walking, this time just a bit faster, you asume it does so to catch up with you. You can either [[Confront it]], or [[keep walking]].You take a deep, silent breath, and focus your entire being on synchronizing the footsteps with your body, immediately going around the tree the second you hear them to your side. Much to your relief, the steps carry out on the same direction, and you can't help yourself but to [[glance]] at the creature that jumped out of the bushes just to walk awayYou dig your heels to the ground and brace, timing the movement of the creature with all of your being. Your punch does connect, albeit a bit weaker than you imagined; It's still enough to topple the creature back, as it slumps against a tree, mostly unconscious, or at least dazed enough to not present much of a threat.
You crane your head around, inspecting your surroundings; Other than the couple of thuds you made, everything sounds fine. Seems you managed to avoid this encounter.
[[Next|Forest]]From behind the first thing that strikes you as odd is the pair of bunny ears jutting out from above its head, swaying left and right with each footstep. It's definitely a bipedal, which means they might be fairly sentient.
[[Move on|Forest]]Turning around, you see before you a rather hung bunny... boy? Seems mostly to be your age, albeit completely naked, and with soft fur covering most of its body. The creature simply flashes a smile as it approaches you.
you can [[talk]] to it, or [[attack]] it.Your fist clenches as you begin walking towards the creature, and its face is quick to change, immediately noting your aggressive behaviour.
(if: $playerstrength is <1)
[You take a fast swing to its jaw, but by the time your fist gets there, the bunny deftly ducks the weak attack and barely pushes you to the side, taking advantage of your lack of balance. You immediately hit the ground painfully, punished by the weakened state you're at.
The bunny seems to fade into a bush, which rustles for about half a minute, most of which you try recovering from your lack of air, and then explodes into 3 different bunny-boys, [[all eyeing you lustfuly]].]
(else:)[You land the attack on the bunny, and it staggers back before slumping down on the ground, [[defeated]].]You speak out, though your English is lackluster from decades of hibernation, and ask it if there's a city or town nearby. The creature simply walks over to you, wrapping his arms around you in a friendly hug, or so you think. Perhaps these creatures don't communicate verbally, or at least this one doesn't. As the bunny-boy hugs you, though, you can't help but feel its member press against your crotch, the male bucking his hips just a little to drive the point across. Seems these guys are //quite// friendly. You could either [[oblige]] in its desires or [[decline]].You immediately begin sprinting forwards, though your legs are definitely not digging the idea of exerting yourself so soon after your awakening.
Within half a minute, your knees buckle and you pitifully hit the ground with a dull thud, subsequently being dragged by two pairs of hands which take hold of your legs. You can't turn yourself around or even glance behind you, and every time you try to claw at the grass, it just gives in, leaving you with a handful of dirt.
It doesn't take the couple dragging you more than a mere minute to take you to a secluded location behind a bush, eagerly stripping your suit off while rubbing up and down your exhausted form. You manage to turn face-up and glance at your attackers, two very horny bunny-boys that seem to be very into you, judging from their raging erections.
The couple lift you up effortlessly onto your feet, one of them roughly making out with you while the other gropes your ass, taking off the rest of your jumpsuit.
You're quickly sandwiched between the two very frisky humanoids, your shaft jumping quite eagerly at the affection it's recieving, and you barely even notice the bunny in front of you as he backs himself onto you, his lubed-up behind swallowing your member up with a lewd squelch, as the other gently drags you back down to the ground, before harshly sitting down on your face.
[[Next|BunnyRape2]]The bunnies drag you into and past the bush the first one originally had emerged from, taking you to a secluded part of the forest before letting you drop to the ground. You barely have time to react as one of them roughly sits down on your face, giving a gentle moan as your nose bumps the lapine's backside. The first thing you notice is just how puffy and open this bunny's ass is, assuming that they are similar to their feral counterparts, in terms of breeding.
Your scientific dwelling is immediately blacked out by a long, slimy appendage lapping at your jumpsuit's crotch, as two pair of hands clumsily struggle to take your pants off. You pitifully squirm your lower half, but the rabbit on top of you easily holds you in place with his soft paws, shuffling to get your face deeper into its hole.
[[Next|BunnyRape]]The donut on your face greedily pushes itself onto you, rubbing against your entire face, seemingly getting wider by the minute. Soon enough you can't smell more than the bunny's inner walls, the musky scent making your shaft stiffen by the second, if the pair of lapines playing with your cock didn't accomplish that already.
You struggle, but you can't do much more than moan at the bunny asshole pressed against your entire face, feeling the same pulsing, velvety walls wrap around your manhood, your legs immediately bucking upwards in response. Both of the lapines begin bouncing up on you, squelches filling the forest as you're forced to eat out a horny bunny boy's asshole while another bounces on your cock.
[[Next|BunnyRape2]]Soon enough you've lost your inhibitions to the pair of bunnies sitting down on you, feeling your left arm suddenly encased by the same warm, squishy feeling you felt on both your face and cock. Their moans are barely audible to you, though you can definitely feel them pick up the pace on your body. Within a couple of minutes, you feel yourself near your edge as the bunny bouncing on your lap starts gyrating his hips, milking you for all you have. You moan deep into the bunny hole planted in front of you, feeling as two of them cum right into your belly, the warm, sticky feeling giving it away while you fill the eager asshole bouncing on you. Your hips buckle as the bliss washes all around your body, as well as the bunnies that are caking your entire upper body in white.
You slump down, utterly spent and with most of your body either covered in slime or cum. A kiss on your cheek is all you feel before the bunnies scurry off into a nearby bush.
After a few minutes, you muster the strength to get back up, wiping the jism off of you before climbing back onto your suit.
(set: $bunnyrape to $bunnyrape +1)
[[Next|Forest]]Trees take up the majority of your vision, and with enough attention you can make out a few dirt roads here and there, making navigation viable. You make out a grey brick road that leads in a straight line to a decaying [[manor]], with all sorts of flora growing around it.
Opposite of said road, lies a steaming [[pond]] that seems uninhabited. You also make out that the dirt line follows endlessly [[deeper into the forest|DeepWoods]], though it definitely must lead somewhere. You could always head on [[back|It's time to move on]] to the plains.(if:$bunnycityvisited is >0)[
You can head back into the [[bunny's city|BunnyCity]], too.]
(colour: "#696969")[You can save your game here!
{(link:"Save game")[(if:(save-game:"Slot A"))[Game saved!](else: )[Sorry, I couldn't save your game. Check your cookies!]]}](if: $manorvisited is 0)[This manor is huge, it takes you quite a bit of footing to get to the front of it just from the sheer density of the grass and vines that wrap ominously around it.]
Trees and vines eerily wrap around the complex building, some rooms literally being wringed off by either flora or mold that hug what was once an expensive construction. You doubt you could climb up any of the open/shattered windows or exposed rooms, thorns and branches make such action too risky to try. You can [[head back|Forest]]
(if: $manoropen is 0)
[(if: $manorvisited is 1)[The door is right where you left it, locked and not budging inbetween thick vines and branches. You'd need some sort of tool or key to open it.]
(if: $manorvisited is 0)[The front door is exposed, and a quick turn of the knob makes it clear that this door is not opening. It is either locked, or the mechanism is broken to the point where opening this door is impossible without a tool of some sort.]
(if: $crowbar is >0 or $tool is >0)[You could definitely [[brute force|brute force Mansion Door]] this lock with the tools you currently have, though you risk breaking them in the process.]
(if: $manorkey is >0)[The key you currently have could be used to [[open|Open Mansion Door]] this door. There's no harm in trying, right?]
(set: $manorvisited to 1)]
(if: $manoropen is 1)[The Manor door is wide open, you can [[Enter|Manor Entrance]] it now.](if: $pondcorruption is >0)[The hot, steaming scent of spunk permeates this entire area, the once before lush part of the woods now a warped pool of demon cum; Trees and branches are gnarled and twisted, the grass begins to wither out, and the air is constantly warped from the sheer heat of this place. You could [[take a dip|pondcorrupted]], or [[head back|Forest]].](else:)[The musty, vibrant look of this place looks quite enticing, the large body of water steaming off into the air above, the scent rich and sweet, relaxing you and making stripping of your clothes and [[taking a dip]] a viable choice. You can always [[head back|Forest]].]
With a loud bang, the lock mechanism finally gives in and the door creaks open, revealing the inside of the Manor.
The tool breaks in the process, violently snapping into two useless pieces of iron.
(set: $manoropen to 1)
(set: $crowbar to it - 1)
[[Next|Manor Entrance]]The lock clicks open, and after wrestling with the tough handle, you manage to push the door open, revealing the inside of the manor.
[[Next|Manor Entrance]]
(set: $manoropen to 1)You neatly fold your bodysuit on the edge of the pond and steadily lower yourself inside, getting accustomed to the unnatural heat of the water body.
The water is at the right temperature to soothe your sore limbs, being dormant for decades will leave you quite weak, you've learnt.
Your wristwatch clicks, but does not charge. Seems it needs water of a higher quality.
About 10 minutes pass before you decide to get up so you can [[get back to the forest|Forest]], reaching to the bottom of the pond with your feet to boost yourself up.
(set: $playerstrength to 1)
(if: $pondcrowbar is 0)[Once you're shoulders deep, however, your feet touch something that does not feel like dirt, but rather smooth and metallic. You figure you could try to [[fish it out|Crowbar]] with your foot.]The lack of light makes up for a gloomy atmosphere in this neck of the woods, the dense foliage allowing surprisingly little sunlight to filter through. Your eyes are brought to the two lamps illuminating the dirt road, hanging on two different trees to the sides. There's a [[sign]] here, along with a small wooden [[altar]], both dimly lit by the candles to the sides.
You can go back to the [[Forest]], you can also [[Traverse forwards]] into the woods.The crudely crafted wooden sign hangs to the left of the road, right above one of the candles, reading in a clear handwriting:
(if:$language is 1)[(align: "=><=")[Do not look back and you will be guaranteed safe passage.
Light the candle and you will arrive to your destination.
Dismiss these instructions, and you may find yourself in the devil's gate.]](else:)[(align: "=><=")[Klaadu, hang maas där lebgo tous drap.
Abigaos Tarmen, kaat diplo, Baldur's magos dae spelanto]
]
(set: $ReadSign to 1)
[[Eerie|DeepWoods]].The small table has a single candle that has seen quite a few uses already, though still has enough fuse to last through several hours. (if:$candlealtar is 0)[The candle is currently off. You would need a match to light it on.]
(if:$candlealtar is 1)[The altar glows brightly, the flaring light giving you a sense of reassurance.
You can save your game here!
(colour: "#696969")[{(link:"Save game")[(if:(save-game:"Slot A"))[Game saved!](else: )[Sorry, I couldn't save your game. Check your cookies!]]}]]
(if: $openaltar is 0)[Below is a small (link-reveal: "drawer handle")[, which breaks immediately upon grabbing], attached to the table, the rusty metal handle clearly not enjoying its stay on the woods.
(if: $crowbar is >0)[You could try to pry the drawer open with your [[Crowbar|openaltar]], though you risk breaking the tool.]]
(if: $openaltar is 1)[The drawer has been pried open, there's nothing inside.]
(if: $candlealtar is 0)[
(if: $matches is >0)[You can [[Light The Altar|LightAltar]] now, it would consume one of your matches.]]
[[Go back|DeepWoods]]
You take a second and begin making your way deeper into the woods, swallowing your fears for the time being. The dark, ominous setting of this forest feels like it's about to shroud you in darkness at any point.
(if: $candlealtar is >0)[The reassuring light of the altar makes you feel more at ease with this dark place.]
A few minutes pass, and you're well beyond the illumination of the candles, as faint traces of scattered light are your only visual aid. Suddenly, a shadow obscures them all briefly, and you feel something tall standing right behind you. A dark figure seems to support itself on your right shoulder, the weight clearly evident. Your back weighs tremendously, making every step bring you great discomfort. You can either [[Face the figure]] or [[Keep walking]].You raise the object out of the(if:$pondcorruption is >0)[ musky] water, it's a crowbar! It seems to be worn, but could sustain a few blows. You place the object on your suit's toolbelt.
(set: $crowbar to 1)
(set: $pondcrowbar to 1)
[[Head back to the forest|Forest]]The bunny is currently on the ground, definitely knocked out, you could [[Take advantage]] of him, or [[just go|Forest]].
(set: $bunnyrape to 1)You inspect the fallen creature, taking notice of its soft, white fur intertwined with soft skin along the edges. Its manhood seems remarkably big, taking into account its flaccid state, and its balls are the size of tennis balls; with hips to rival the size, too. The bunny's butt is perky, soft as it comes, and its pucker The drawer creaks open, giving you enough space to pry with your hands and not risk damaging the crowbar.
Inside there is a [Matchbox] and two [Keys]. You take them both.
(set: $manorkey to 1)
(set: $matches to 10)
(set: $openaltar to 1)
[[Next|altar]]The once beautiful hallway of this building, now crawling with all sorts of wildlife make you wonder how this place hasn't fallen off yet, it's almost as if this place was now being held together by the massive vines on the upper floor. Either that or being taken apart by them.
There is a worn-down staircase(if: $rope is 0)[, you can't access the upper levels without some sort of rope].(if: $rope is >0)[ You currently have $rope set of rope, and could [[Climb|Manor 2nd Floor]] it if you wanted to.]
The hallway splits into a three-way, with the main corridor leading to the [[Living Room]], and two sides leading to the [[Kitchen]] and [[Dining room]].
You can [[head back|manor]], too.Most of the ceramic work on this place has been shattered and cracked to the point where this place looks like its been in a gunfight. Several tendrils of greenery go through the walls and out the windows, wrapping macabrely around this side of the manor.
The kitchen counter in the middle of the room looks relatively intact, drawers still functional, although sinks, along with the heaters, have been severely affected by decay. (if: $drawersopen is 0)[The [[Drawers]] are still functional, however.](if: $drawersopen is 1)[The Drawers have been opened, and are devoid of anything useful.]
You can go [[Back|Manor Entrance]], or head on over to the [[Courtyard]] past the hallway(if: $gardenvisited is 1)[, though you doubt it'll be a good idea to head on back to that wolf-infested place..].(set: $matches to it - 1)
(set: $candlealtar to 1)
You lit the candle on, using up one of your matches in the process.
(display: "Save Game")
[[Back|altar]]You take a deep breath, and with all your bravery decide to turn around, facing the figure behind you(if: $crowbar is >0)[, wielding your crowbar in your hands].
You can't seem to catch a glimpse of anything on this darkness, until it dawns on you that what you see in the distance isn't the two candles from the altar, but two eyes staring right at you. The slitted pupils focusing on you calmly, before rising well above you. Through shadows and the faint light trickling in, you can tell you're dealing with a snake, and a really ''big'' one at that. The predator glances around, assessing your entire form, before speaking out.
"//Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, ssssssssoo many of you can't helpp, but to look back... You know what they ssssssssay about eyesss?//"
The viper calmly moves its head around you, its forked tongue inching close to your face as it circles it.
"//You can look around, poke and prod all you want, but the eyesss... they are always honest with whoever lookss at them... and right now I'm ssseeing. I'm ssssssseeing sssomeone who iss in no shape for a fight.//"
You plant your feet on the ground, hands trembling just a bit as the giant creature looms over you, and you can't help but look into those magnificent eyes, the slitted pupils seemingly pulsing with your own heartbeat.
"//Quesstion iss, will you go in sssssquirming?//"
A tail wraps around your feet softly, the scales pulsing just a bit along with the snake's movement.
"//Ooooor will you like to have usss both enjoy thissss moment greatly?//"
=><=
[[Attack|Attack Snake]]
[[Surrender|Surrender Snake]]
[[Talk|Talk Snake]]The walls seem to close around you, darkness is prevalecent on this corridor, to the point where you nearly trip over exposed roots and branches...
(if: $candlealtar is 1)[After a while, however, the passage clears up, light nearly blinding you as the forest abruptly ends into a dirt road, followed by a village, seemingly bustling with activity. You take a deep breath and make your way towards the [[town]], relief washing over you.]
(if: $candlealtar is 0)[(if: $corruption is 1)[You bump into a thick, tall tree, which stands right on the middle of the road, surrounded by vines that make proceeding onwards impossible. You give a sigh and decide to head back, but before you turn around, something shoves you against the tree forcefully, locking your arms in place. Your own member hardens with anticipation as the tough vice-like grip of your assailant loosens up some, and his manhood wetly slaps one of your buttcheeks.
[[Next|DemonRape2]]](if: $corruption is 0)[You bump into a thick, tall tree, which stands right on the middle of the road, surrounded by vines that make proceeding onwards impossible. You give a sigh and decide to head back, but before you turn around, something shoves you against the tree forcefully, restraining you from doing much. You fidget around, but can't wring yourself off of your assailant.
The entity behind you roughly begins taking your jumpsuit off, a thick, warm pole slapping against your behind eagerly, and with clear intent. Once your behind is exposed, it doesn't hesitate to spear you with its surprisingly well-lubricated member, making you lose your breath in a heavy moan against the tree. You feel yourself lift off of the ground and support solely on the thick, long cock that's currently in you, grunting as the entity behind you roughly lifts your body up and lets gravity do half the work for them, the stretching sensation on your hole doing more than just making you feel uncomfortable.
[[Next|DemonRape]]](if:$corruption is 2)[You push your entire body towards the thick, tall tree in front of you, clumsily undoing the jumpsuit's zipper as you already feel a tall presence breathing down on your neck. You don't manage to stifle the long, drawn out moan that echoes from you as soon as the beast shoves the thick, hot pole that was resting on your back, sending sharp spikes of pleasure through your body.
[[Next|DemonRape3]]](if:$corruption is >3)[You immediately feel a hot breath wash over your back as you bump into a hard surface in front of you. Before you know it, you're taking off your clothes and offering your expecting body to the beast behind you.
[[Next|DemonRape4]]]](set: $townvisited to 1)
Many houses and more complex pieces of construction litter the open grasslands of this place, an intricate dirt road snaking between all of them and encompassing the areas of most concurrence. Different creatures can be seen walking among what one would assume to be their vicious predators, without a worry on their minds.
Towards the far end of town, a thick, constant cloud of black smoke billows up, leading down to what seems to be a [[forge]] of sorts; Next to it, a carved out cave leads into a dimly lit interior, pickaxes and mining supplies decorating the walls. To a close proximity, there's a well-decorated latticework of wood and what appears to be thick paper formed into walls to what seems to be a very regal-looking [[Pawn Shop|Pawn]]
Converging towards the center of the town lies (if: $barvisited is 0)[a single, two-story tall [[structure|bar]]; Most beings seem to flock around it.](else:)[[[the bar|bar]], the usual chatter clouding the entrance to it.] It might have an inn!
[[Head back|DeepWoods]]The thick smell of man clogs your nose as you feel an unholy warmth spread through your inner walls. The creature that's having its way with you would almost glow with the amount of heat it is radiating, as it slowly spreads through your body, making you sweat profusely through your suit. Soon enough you can feel your own shaft harden by the violent abuse of your ass, bouncing up and down on the demon's lap. It grunts softly as it hilts deep inside you, gurgling for a few brief seconds and leaving you confused, though the confusion is quickly replaced with a much hotter feeling. Surging through intestines and straight into your belly, is what you assume to be cum, bloating you up to a nine-month pregnancy within minutes. You give out a sharp sigh as seed escapes your stretched out hole, feeling the thick meat of your assailant slip off with ease, dropping you carelessly on the ground.
You spend a few minutes moaning to yourself as the never-ending geyser of cum spreads through the grass, withering quite a few flowers in the process. Your shaft throbs hard as the whole anal attention left you wanting for... more?
(set: $corruption to it + 1)(set: $anal to it+1)
[[Next|Deepwoods corruption back]]You eventually make it into a clearing with the bunny, reaching a cozy village right on the mouth of a cavern. Several of the same bunny boys rest in here, either in tents, guarding entrances, or doing various sorts of activities. This is the only time where you actually spot some of them wearing clothes, though they're more like loincloths and leather ponchos. They're also the ones wearing spears and crudely-made knives, giving you a sideways glance but not too threatening once they make out the fellow accompanying you.
Your friend spins around as you both reach the entrance, giving you a quick kiss right on the lips before darting off into the large cave ahead. You can [[Follow him into the caves|BunnyCaves]], [[Explore the village|BunnyCity]], or [[Head back|Forest]]
(set:$bunnycityvisited to 1)The both of you move on over to the side of the dirt road, roughly groping eachother in the process. Once you find a comfortable position to get private in, the bunny immediately begins disrobing you eagerly, gripping your shaft and kissing it all over, which elicits a lustful sigh from you. The creature spends no time dwelling on foreplay, however, as it brings a hand to its behind and immediately begins fisting himself, showing you just how prepared it is for the task at hand. The show does manage to make you immediately stiff, and the lapine boy takes the chance to back himself up onto you, enveloping your manhood on the soft, velvety innards of the creature.
With an eager pace, the bunny starts bouncing on you, the well-lubricated hole giving your brain sweet sparks on all the right places, making you inadvertently begin humping away at the bunny, which only makes his pace quicken up. Unfortunately, you don't last long enough to be proud of it, and with a sigh of relief, you feel yourself fill up the horny lapine, as it bottoms himself down on the shaft, his cock idly oozing out and painting the grass in the process.
[[Next|BunnyGood]]You take a few minutes to catch your breath, resting yourself against the tree as a bead of sweat runs down your forehead. That was a real workout, especially after cryosleep! Your lapine lover moans as he feels some of your seed leave its behind in copious amounts, putting its finger to its own still-oozing member and coating it in seed. It then walks on over to you and sticks said finger into your behind, before giving you a peck on the cheek and running off into the wild.
(set: $bunnygood to it + 1)
[[Next|Forest]](set: $drawersopen to 1)
You look inside to find a few useless bolts and nuts, though what strikes your curiosity the most is the brick that's sitting on the back of one of the drawers. Upon further inspection you find it to be hollow, thus revealing a leather wallet, containing (if: $currencyknown is 0)[an unknown format of currency.](if: $currencyknown is 1)[Some coins!] You take the wallet.(set:$coins to it + 6)
[[Back|Kitchen]](if: $gardenvisited is 0)[(if: $wolfdefeated is 0)[The garden out here seems grotesquely overgrown by all sorts of plants, a large tree has cracked open the fountain that resided in the middle of this place, giving this place a gloomy shade.
Upon arriving, you see a pack of overgrown wolves, though they luckily do not take note of you. You should probably consider [[leaving|Kitchen]](if: $crowbar is >0)[, or picking a [[fight|Fight Wolves]] with your crowbar]. You could also try [[sneaking]] by, though that doesn't seem to be the wisest choice, since these wolves are spread by evenly.]]
(if: $gardenvisited is 1)[Upon arriving, a few wolves immediately seem to take note of you, giving you a glare that accompanies their predatory pose.(if: $crowbar is 1)[ You could try picking a [[fight|Fight Wolves]]. Or] You could [[flee|Flee Wolves]], though that may just not work now that they've spotted you.]
(set: $gardenvisited to 1)
All of the sudden, a light flashes in front of you, waking you up hastily within a few seconds. Several large creatures tower over you, all with the same biohazard suit, which makes it creepier, given that you can’t even see their eyes.
“Human. Medium age, male.”
“Anything else?”
Only then do you realize that one of them is writing something in a notepad, while looking down at you.
“...Background tests indicate that he’s been through two digestive systems recently.”
“Non-fatal?”
“Gastric imprints say otherwise. We should mark him for Keter duty, he’s been through a predator before, and somehow survived.”
“How did he get on? We haven’t received new test subjects in months.”
“#35’s feces, he was in it.”
“Ugh, did yo—“
“Full decontamination bath, yes.”
“...Alright, let’s go ask OS5 if we’re clear for direct usage, else we’ll have to leave him here.”
The crew walks away from what you now see as a prison, with bright white walls, an oval-shaped bed, a small dispenser that you can only assume gives food, and a toilet next to a sink. Everything looks clean and tidy, and if it weren’t for the fact that they were referring to you as a prisoner, you would’ve assumed that this was a hotel.
[[Next|Lab]]You run towards it, readying up to take the first blow at its maw, but it brings its head down as soon as you’re about to strike, and manages to headbutt your knees, causing you to land on the ground with a roll. It doesn’t waste time contemplating at your failed attempt, instead moving up and scarfing your legs down into its throat. You try to struggle, but it moves way too fast for you to even fight it, and in a matter of seconds, your torso is resting on its maw, while the rest of your body sinks in. Every time you give a kick or try to get some leverage in the slippery canal, your legs just slide through it, and you sink a little deeper. It takes the bulkiest part of your body with short, controlled gulps, until the only thing sticking out is your head. The velociraptor stays there, teasingly licking your face as you’re granted a last view of the outside world, before a large gulp sends you down to its stomach for good.
The long anatomy of the dinosaur allows your body to be completely stretched instead of curled up in its stomach, and every movement you make sags down on your predator’s gut, which rumbles and groans happily with your presence. You feel its front legs caressing your form slowly, kneading it and pushing you around in its embrace, when its digestive juices begin to build up at your feet, moving up your body. The constant heat and the reeking smell of digestion manages to quickly send you into unconsciousness.
[[Next|LabIntro]]You turn around and sprint away, but the stomps behind you only get closer, and its snarls don’t sound remotely happy. All this running begins to do a number on your legs, and suddenly you’re lifted off the ground without warning. You quickly realize that the raptor grabbed your bodysuit in its jaws, and simply pulled you up, but before you can do anything about it, it sharply pulls up, trying to send you flying into the air.The bite however, causes the back of your jumpsuit to rip off, leaving you once again on the ground for a few short seconds and before you can do anything about it, the velociraptor nudges your side and turns you around, quickly opening its maw and fitting your entire head inside of it. There’s nothing you can do to stop it as it pushes you down and fits more of you inside its body, pressing your head against its esophagus, smearing you in saliva to ease your descent.
It finally manages to scarf your entire form down its belly, and by the time you’re inside, your body is soaked in juices, leaving you sputtering in the darkness of its belly. All you can do is wiggle your legs in the dark, smelly chamber, and every movement causes you to wobble left and right, as your ears are filled with the groans and gurgles of the gratified stomach you’re occupying. The lack of activity in the place and your helplessness soon put you to sleep, slightly glad that at least the stomach is comfortable.
[[Next|LabIntro]]There’s a desk by the sliding door the creatures went through, and you can see that there’s a [[notepad|LabNotepad]] for a test subject, which you assume it’s you. They probably forgot it, and it states everything the crew just said a few moments ago, and has several boxes you can mark down, even though you have absolutely no idea what any of it means. You could just lie back in your bed and [[wait|LabWait]] for your orders. They wouldn’t spend so much money in something that was going to die anyways, right?There’s a pen next to the piece of paper, and you can simply check the [[“Ready for release”|LabDone]] mark at the bottom right, specifying the end of your tasks, or you can lie back down and [[wait|LabWait]] for your orders.You lay back on your bed and simply rest up; figuring that the entire ordeal you’ve suffered through yesterday (?) has probably left you worn out. The bed is comfortable, and the lights aren’t that intrusive in your sleep, for some reason. Several hours pass in peace, slightly interrupted by the scientist coming in to pick up your clipboard, and a large collision echoing through your entire room sends you up and nearly to the ground as you roll up to your feet.
A speaker echoes down the hallway, barely through your hermetically-sealed cell ***“MAJOR BREACH ON KETER SECTOR, IMMEDIATELY DIRECT YOURSELF TO THE NEAREST EVACUATION ZONE.”***
The red flashes of the alarm light do a poor job of guiding you as you stumble into the hallway; the door automatically opened already from what you assume is an evacuation protocol. Several other creatures, dressed in the same plain clothes you’re wearing, run towards one end of the hallway, with a giant gate surrounded by a few guards letting everyone through. You can always turn the other way and run towards where the alarms are coming from. Now that’s a good idea.
A few minutes later, one of the beings you’ve seen before walks in, before grabbing the clipboard with a sigh and walking back out.
“…Huh, wait a second, he’s set for release…”
The door slides back open, and the creature looks down at you, clicking the pen impatiently
“Let’s go, buddy, seems like your work here is over.”
You’re led towards what you think is the far end of the complex, and you’re instructed to walk towards what’s labeled as a decontamination chamber, but as soon as you walk in, the door slams shut behind you, locking you in a giant room filled with several huge cells, along with a couple of guards walking towards you.
[[Next|LabDone2]]As soon as the door closes, you hear the loud rattles and growls of several creatures all around you, and if it didn’t dawn on you already, the guards make it pretty clear as they grab you forcefully and drag you towards one of the cells on the far end. A vicious wolf-like anthropomorph slams itself repeatedly against the cell door when it spots you, making your faith very clear. The rusted bars of the cells around you creak loudly with the other monster’s awareness of you by now, and all the leverage you have is a small [[gap|LabGap]] on the floor you could probably boost yourself out from the guard’s grasp with.
“I really wonder what these guys even think ‘release’ means.”
“Well, being specific isn’t our job, at least this guy was a hard worker, not like it matters.”
“Wanna take bets on how long he’ll last?”
“I’d rather take bets on what he’ll do to him.”
[[Next|LabWolf]]
Welcome to Pan's Placeholder adventure! Made by Pan/JohnPablo
[[JohnPablo on FA|Link]](opens in new tab) you can probably find me in other social sites if you look around enough!
[[Attempt to load game|LoadGame]]
This is the options menu for the content that you desire to see. It mainly has two options for you to choose from, Scat toggle, and Raunchy mode. Scat toggle is fairly implied, while Raunchy takes it to a whole new level. Not for the faint of heart!
[[Scat On]](if: $scatmode is 1)[ Scat mode is currently ON!](if: $scatmode is 0)[ Scat mode is currently OFF!]
[[Raunchy Mode]](if: $raunchymode is 1)[ RAUNCHY MODE IS CURRENTLY ON! ABANDON ALL HOPE](if: $raunchymode is 0)[ Raunchy mode is currently OFF!]
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If you are certain you wish to proceed.
[[Continue|Start]](set: $scatmode to 1)[Scat mode has been turned ON! Expect to see disposal more often, along with minor scatplay!]
[[Turn Scat Mode OFF|Scat Off]]
[[Back|Options]](set: $raunchymode to 1)Raunchy Mode has been turned ON! Expect plenty of depraved stuff, scatplay, transformations, muskplay, bad endings, plenty of gross things done to you! Rock bottom is our limit!
[[Turn Raunchy Mode OFF|Raunchy Mode Off]]
[[Back|Options]](set: $scatmode to 0)Scat Mode has been turned OFF!
[[Turn Scat Mode ON|Scat On]]
[[Back|Options]](set: $raunchymode to 0)Raunchy Mode has been turned OFF! Thank god.
[[Turn Raunchy Mode On|Raunchy Mode]]
[[Back|Options]]You politely push yourself off of the excited bunny, though he doesn't seem to understand your rejection. He places your hand on his hardening length, and you once again back away, driving the point across that you're just not interested. He frowns for a bit, before diving on back into the bush. It shuffles for a little bit, but then dies down. Seems he understood.
[[Next|Forest]]You stumble your way back through the dark woods, your asshole casually leaving a trail of steaming cum behind you, and your own gut gurgling from the impromptu meal it has just received, the smell of the demon's cum it still lingering in your lungs. Once you're close enough to the altar, you put your jumpsuit back on, shivering a bit of how cold it is, or are you feeling hotter?
[[Next|DeepWoods]](if: $PT is 1)["Hey, got a minute?" You ask.
You feel as the coils around you subside, the snake lowering itself to your eye level, looking at you with a serious face, mixed with a small degree of confusion.
"//Hmm........ interesssting.... Right, sssorry for interrupting you, go ahead?//"
You introduce yourself, and state that you've recently come out of cryosleep, with as much recolection as possible. After explaining to it about your lack of memory and confusion in this planet, it finally rests its head on the ground, looking up at you with curious eyes.
"//. . . . That'sss... A firsst? I know very little outssside of these woodss in terms of experienssssce, though where you want to go issss to the mountains, where all types of scientissts and such meet up, away from usss...//"
The viper licks its lips while looking up at you viciously, before looking away with a hint of shame
"//...Predators...//"]
(else:)
(set: $snakemeet to 1)You jump out at the snake with a lunge(if: $crowbar is >0)[, with your trusty crowbar at your side], and immediately fall down when the coils around your feet tighten(if: $bunnyrape is >0)[, eating a faceful of dirt once more].
You sputter some as the predator begins coiling itself around you, ignoring your pitiful struggles and squirms.(if: $crowbar is >0)[ Eventually, you manage to stab the predator with the tool, causing it to snarl at you and tighten its coils painfully, but you pry harder at the scales, managing to wring yourself off through a gap in the coils. As you regain your footing, a loud slam echoes behind you, and you see the viper lunge at you with its maw wide open, intent on sinking those venomous fangs onto you, and in a flash you bring the iron bar in front of you, stopping the massive beast from crashing down on you by sticking the tool horizontally through its jaw.
You recoil a bit at the lunge and watch it struggle with the tool lodged in its maw long enough to give you the chance to run away. Once you've gotten enough ground on it, you hear the familiar sound of your crowbar snapping in two, followed by a loud, very angry snarl, though you manage to get back to the altar by then.
You probably shouldn't go back without a tool of some sort.
[[Next|DeepWoods]]]
(if: $crowbar is 0)[You lack a tool to defend yourself, and all you can do is squirm at the viper that's wrapped tightly around you, feeling as it deposits you back on the ground, utterly trapped by it.
"//Hmmmm... I like a long, winded fight... a spirited chasssse, so to ssspeak... And thisss is all you've given me...//"
Your head starts spinning from the lack of oxygen, and the long pair of fangs sinking in your neck go largely unnoticed by you, at least until it pulls back and also loosens its grip on you only slightly. You don't feel pain at all, however, though a lethargic feeling overwhelms you. Laziness is all your body can feel, and it gets increasingly hard to think of fighting back, especially now. Noticing your groggy state, the snake completely releases you, leaving you barely standing in your dazed state, with a sly smirk.
"//I could let you... jussst climb on in...//" it says, parting its jaws to reveal a wide, drooling maw, obscenely shaped in such way that you feel like you would fall in from only looking at it, which somehow makes you turned on more and more by the second.
"//And I really just could, sssssseemss you'd be happy in there...//"
It raises up, towering above you, hot drool dripping down in copious amounts over your face, body, mouth... why was your mouth open? Why are you still staring at it? Why are you hard? You barely even feel the holes behind your neck, the warm liquid flowing through your veins relaxing every muscle you have. You almost want to beg for it to bring its maw down, slowly encasing you in its being, make you a whole with your predator.
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[[Fight|Snakebad]]
[[Give in|Snakegiveup]]]Much to your surprise however, it sharply slams down on you, painfully snatching your upper half and flinging you across the air, making you land
painfully halfway through its gullet, before swallowing the rest of you harshly down its throat.very hot and kinkyit eat you but very veeeery hot an u can esckepYou feel the bunny grab a hold of your hand as it walks past you and gently lead you forwards, a big smile across his lips.
[[Next|bunny city]]With a quick sidestep, you deftly avoid one of the beasts as it takes a dive at you, and immediately set off running back to the kitchen. The vicious thuds of paws hitting dirt behind you give your heart a reason to race, and you maniacally begin tossing the drawers and cupboard doors in the way, hoping to slow them down. Within a few seconds, however, your entire form is tackled by one of the large feral beasts. Try as you might, the feeling of an entire pack of wolves circling around you quickly puts that idea to sleep.
You feel the form above you grab you by your jumpsuit's neck, dragging you back out onto the courtyard and further in, to a secluded, vined part that you hadn't seen before. The sound of the wolf's mates walking along with you keep you on the edge for the entire tour.
[[Next|Wolf Rape]]Roughly, your suit is shredded into bits, exposing your soft skin to the creatures's fangs, though so far they don't seem to be biting in yet. One of the many creatures around you jumps on top of your back, viciously mounting you. You don't get a lot of debate time to prepare yourself, and the wolf spears his meaty, slick shaft inside of you, making you gasp into the air. The wolf in front of you takes the opportunity to shove his equally as girthy tool inside your throat, bulging it obscenely.
You cough and sputter for a few seconds, getting used to the rhythm both wolves were setting into, plowing your ass and mouth at equal speeds while some other dogs rubbed themselves against your sides. The increasing heat along with the pressure against your prostate did little to hide your swelling cock, rubbing against the moist dirt beneath you.
Eventually, you lose track of time, the rhythmic thrusting of the horny canines send you into a lustful daze, hands idly grasping to your sides for more cocks to jerk off. They seem to know already what you're up to, as you feel both cunts and dicks to pleasure themselves with you. You feel sweat building up on your entire body, pre dousing your skin, flowing out of your ass, and what's in your mouth, you greedily swallow without a doubt. It doesn't take long for some members to spray wildly all over you, while the couple that's thrusting hard into your mouth and ass pick up the pace, jostling you wildly back and forth, almost fighting a tug of war for who gets to cum into you the deepest. The length of those pair of doggy tools almost make you feel like they might actually be touching dicks in you, too.
[[Next|Wolf End Choice]]You feel like you're about to split in half when the pair of wolves inside of you thrust in with all of their strength, having to grab both figures with your arms and legs. Heat surges through your inner walls, coiling around your organism and pooling around in a big heat sink in the middle of your belly. You're forced to lift yourself just a bit to accommodate your new bloated stomach, the two creatures having their way with you still unloading the last of their canine seed deep into you. When their orgasm subsides, cold air enters your mouth, quickly replaced by a large wad of dog cum, your ass receiving the same treatment.
Roughed up, you inch yourself back up into a sitting position, your assailants idly licking up their own tools clean, as well as their well-endowed pair of nuts. That explains a lot.
Once you regain the strength to get back up and leave, however, one of the wolves walks on over to block the entrance, facing you menacingly with a snarl. In fact, all of them begin circling your battered form, the one directly in front of you approaching with a clear intent. You step back just barely to allow the wolf to turn over. Judging from the size and demeanor, seems you're dealing with the Alpha male, here, as he nonchalantly presents his ass on your face, not even looking back at you. The black pucker twitches expectantly, reminding you that creatures around here have a tendency for having remarkably stretchy openings.
[[Make a run for it|Wolf Bad]]
[[Please him|Wolf Good]]You launch yourself forwards, jumping right above the top wolf, and inadvertedly giving him a small spray of jism from your rump, before landing heavily on the ground in front of the exit passage. You take a lunge forwards, but barely get an eight of the way through the courtyard before you are tackled by the large Alpha. You pitifully fidget your hands around the grass while it starts backing away from your form, and locks his jaws on your feet. You feel yourself paralyze as it begins scarfing down your legs bit by bit, your heels brushing up against the top of the wolf's maw. Slick spit runs down your naked form as you begin pulling yourself up and forwards, attempting to escape your predator, but a quick tug from the canine shoves you back face-first into the ground.
It doesn't take long for the feral to shove your feet and legs inside, your lower half completely consumed by your predator already. You get a last grazing of the grass with your fingers before you're lifted up into the air, feet already entering the beast's stomach, the warm, slick passageway providing an unintended erotic show for you. Your exhausted face is all that remains outside, barely jutting out of his throat and thoroughly lavished by the long, canine tongue. You lazily look over at the pack of wolves all looking down at you as the maw closes up, a loud gulp sending you down to the warm confines of your new sleeping bag for good.
Your strength is mostly gone as your face slides down your predator's throat, the relatively loose confines lazily dragging you inside without much effort, muscles make you barely coil inside the last stop, the Alpha wolf's stomach. A loud squelch takes over your environment, the floor pushing up on you just a bit as the dark, moist chamber leaves you completely doused in slime. You're so weakened that you can't even feel the stomach doing anything to you, the warm isolation, and the slimy noises make your eyes flutter close within a few minutes of inactivity.
(if: $raunchymode is 1)[After about 10 minutes, you wake back up, feeling most of your body completely numb. Your body seems to have shifted places, and is now stretched out in a long, tubular passage. The first thing you notice is the warm, uncomfortable stench around you, squelches and splats filling your ears with your every move. It doesn't take long for you to give a well thought-out judgement of where you are, especially when a hot, syrupy sludge collides with your face, intensifying the nasty smell in your nose. You're on the wolf's intestines, and judging from the fact that most of your body is still intact, you're not supposed to be here, unless your predator wanted this kind of treatment for you. The quivering mass envelops you slowly, and there is nothing you can do to stop the mass of dung as it slides on over you, encasing your entire body within a minute.
A few hours pass as you're subjected to being in a literal mound of shit, noting that the wolf's insides are either incredibly long, or you've become smaller. The dwelling doesn't carry on for long, given you can feel the warm, slimy pudge clinging to your form at every second, squelches becoming a small scratch at the back of your mind for now. Your aching manhood defies your sense of disgust by prodding at the warm mound, god that feels good. Giving in to your hedonistic desires, you hump the disgusting filth for a few minutes, groaning into the thick substance as you unload hard on it. Some of the liquid slides forwards through the intestines, and you huff as you feel your body go limp once again.
(if:$scat is 1)[[[Next|WolfDisposal]]]]
(if:$scat is 0)[[[Next|WolfDigestion]]]A deep, sonorous gurgle echoes through the den of wolves, some of the sleeping inhabitants looking over to the Alpha male, who is laying belly-up, brandishing the elongated, rounded-out gut of his. Several smaller gurgles and groans flutter out of the still moving gut, getting smaller by the minute, all while a few females lie on top of said bulge, caressing and nuzzling into the male's furry stomach.
All that's left of you now is your nutrients, which the wolf will make sure to put good use of, other than that, you're a bulge.A deep, sonorous gurgle echoes through the den of wolves, some of the sleeping inhabitants looking over to the Alpha male, who is laying belly-up, brandishing the elongated, rounded-out gut of his. Suddenly, he gets back up, stumbling a bit from the added weight of his stomach. He walks on over to the manor's courtyard, giving his tail a few flicks to put on a show for his pack, and squats down in the middle of the grass.
Within a few seconds, a thick, brown mass begins pouring out in one, large log. Your remains coil in a messy, steaming pile for what seems like an entire minute, most of your weight still there on the ground. The sludge crackles and settles in the grass, your last stop for the rest of your life as a trophy for the wolf's digestive system.You fall to the ground, ass up as a massive beast climbs on top of you, roughly spearing your expecting behind with ease, slipping inside with a wet Schlop. Your heavy breathing steams up in the cold air of the forest, feeling your body shift forwards and backwards as pleasure idly takes you into a hypnotic rhythm. Soon enough you're grinding against the creature that's plowing you whole-heartedly, your shaft drooling beads of pre onto the already slick grassy floor. You don't even notice the creature's orgasm until your belly swells up once more, arching your back as your own member succumbs to the pressure and unloads a thick stream, meager in comparison.
(set: $corruption to it + 1)(set: $anal to it + 1)
The beast bids you farewell with a wet cockslap to your face, leaving you in a lustful stupor, drooling hot cum from your backside and... mouth??
[[Next|Deepwoods corruption back]]Your eyes flutter open to the constant wet sounds permeating the humid environment. As you take a glance at your surroundings, the first thing that catches your attention is the brightly-colored bird, nearly doubling your size in height and quadrupling it in wingspan. As it looks over at you, an oddly relaxed expression permeates its face as you feel yourself jostling in a rhythmic fashion, on tune with the schlops. It doesn't take you long to prove your efficient brain and look down to your torso, where you expect to see a bird happily bouncing on you, and are instead greeted with your //entire// lower body deep inside the huge avian's greedy nethers.
You try scrambling away, but a feathered wing holds you in place with plenty of ease, rewarding your squirming with a deeper thrust inside. By now you can already feel more than half of your body is completely soaked in the bird's goop, a few bright green feathers sticking to you from the heaving creature that's currently on you.
As you're jostled back and forth in the soft embrace of your feathery companion, any attempt at fighting this starts to die down with time, given that all effort proves useless to this bird. Soft chirps start filling the cave, the pitch quite deeper than you'd expect as the beast towering above you rests its body on the back of the cave with a dull thud, heaving some. It doesn't take long for you to notice she's stopped shoving you into her nethers, as well, but as you try to slowly pry yourself from the hole, you notice you're completely stuck to it.
[[Next|CaveForced2]]
(set: $bird to 1)
Hours pass, and you eventually find unconsciousness taking your body as the soft, warm insides of the avian become quite comfortable when not being repeatedly shoved inside. Your head does get some discomfort outside in the hard stone surface of the cave, and as daylight creeps back in, you can't quite turn your head away from the light.
It takes you a few moments to fully dislodge yourself from the sticky mixture of bird pleasure and feathers, but your companion does not complain when you do. She just looks at you with an odd expression as you stagger up and slowly begin making your way out of the cave... Feeling... Rested?
[[Next|mountain]]
(set: $playerstrength to 1)Soft caws fill the air as you see a hunched over, sleeping bird; quite different from the demeanor you recall.
As it looks over at you, her mood changes in a blink as she happily trots over at you, something people could find cute if only she didn't double your size with ease. The gentle bird softly wraps both wings on your figure, giving you a feathered embrace that makes it hard for you not to embrace this soft side of the creature.
You spend the next few minutes cuddling as best a human can with a 13 feet tall bird, the cool air flowing through the small cavern making this experience far less humid, albeit still as hot. As the day progresses, you can already tell the parrot's becoming fidgety, judging by some of her soaked parts.
(if: $bird is <4)[[[Next|CaveCon2]]]
(if: $bird is 4)[[[Next|CaveTF]]]
(if: $feature is "feathery")[[[Next|CaveCon2]]]Things quickly get slippery as you get the hint of what she's getting at, her demeanor changing radically as both wings hold you upside down, head facing her quivering cunt, completely soaked in her juices. Seems that she's planning you spend the night in.
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[[Accept|CaveCon3]]
[[Decline|CaveEnd]]With a //squish// and a //schlop//, your head is shoved inside with ease, the rest of your body soon joining in the warm, soft embrace of the sticky interior. From this position you barely get to hear her sounds of joy, your lower half curling up into a fetal position. Space isn't as restrictive as you initially thought, and while the air is somewhat stagnant, and **quite** pungent, you manage to fall asleep within minutes. The lullaby of her heartbeat, paired with the warmth sticking to every pore on your body eventually leads you into a far more comfortable slumber than you initially thought.
[[Next|mountain]]
(set: $bird to it + 1)You groggily open your eyes as you stumble out of your predator, soft plaps ringing over the cave as your sticky feet make the journey a bit hard. You have to brush your eyes for a while to get them to open up, but you do manage while making your way towards the entrance.
[[Next|CaveTF2]]The horizon spreads seemingly for an eternity, the wide expanse of the plains curling downwards and breaking from the dotted canopy of the ever growing forest in the distance, a few plumes of smoke farther ahead past the forest mark civilization. You give a single firm **CAW** as you take in the peaceful environment, immediately putting a hand to your mouth the second that that sound comes out. Feathers smush up your lips, and as you try to get them off of your arm, you feel a sharp sting, as if you were trying to pluck your hairs out.
Giving your upper limbs a once-over you can easily verify that you have a thick coating of feathers! They don't look that functional, nor do they seem cumbersome. Though you would have expected a vibrant color they seem to be a dull grey, coated in the shiny liquid [[of...|CaveTF3]](set:$birdname to (prompt: "...What do you want to call her?", "Candy"))
(if: $birdname is "")[You'll decide on a name later]
(else:)[$birdname... Sounds good enough.]
[[Next|mountain]]
(set: $feature1 to "feathery")
(set:$bird to 10)You gently push away from your feathered companion, and she doesn't protest, her efforts dying down as you gently nuzzle back up to her side.
You spend the next few hours slipping into a peaceful slumber atop a giant bird, two wings tenderly wrapped around your whole body.
[[Next|mountain]]You spend a good few minutes suspended in the air as the massive beast you can't see has its way with you. The rhythm is so fast and its thrusts are so deep that the only way for you to know they're done is the obscene bulge in your belly getting bigger; right next to your slutty moans and your own member jetting out thick streams of seed.
As your pleasure dies down, you barely notice as the hulking creature spins you around and shoves the thick, drenched tool in your throat, forcing you to clean up the (if: $raunchymode is 1)[disgusting mixture of your own filth and the beast's cheesy cum](else:)[cum-covered tool that's been inside of you]. By the time he's tossed you aside like a filled condom, you can't help but to scoop some of the (if: $raunchymode is 1)[off-white slurry](else:)[thick cum] from your abused hole, giving the handful a good swallow.
[[Next|Deepwoods corruption back 2]]
(set: $corruption to it +2)(if: $raunchymode is 1)[You spend a few minutes reveling on the feeling of your stretched out pucker letting lose pounds of creamy, brown-white goop onto the grass. By the time you're done, it takes you a while to shake the creeping thought of diving into the messy pile.](else:)[It takes minutes for you to come back to a clear head; the thick torrent of cum emanating from your backside not helping in the slightest.]
Once you're back to it, you put your jumpsuit back on, feeling much hotter from the entire ordeal than before.
[[Next|DeepWoods]]You turn around once you notice you're not feeling a hot, throbbing member on your back, and find in front of you (if: $raunchymode is 1)[the disgusting visage of a fleshy pink, hulking demon, its body hair rivaling that of an ape; mainly along the armpits, stomach and groin. A thick, flaccid shaft hangs between the tall powerhouse legs, foreskin drooping a good 3 inches from his 2 feet long dong next to your face, as the rest of the body towers a good 9 feet, positioning the groin at a perfect head height. The stink emanating from those pair of basketball-sized nuts is enough to drop all sane thought from your mind, as your jaw hangs open idly, gawking at the creature.](else:)[a 9 foot tall demon, pink and straining with muscles. The thick log of a member a good couple of feet in length, 4 inches width, with basketball sized balls that serve as a pretty good reminder that you will definitely be bloated after this. With the steaming, throbbing cock hovering just a few inches from your face, you can't do much more than just stare at him.] It seems to be expecting something from you.
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[[Flee|DemonVore]]
[[Oral|DemonOral]]
[[Anal|DemonAnal]]
(if:$raunchymode is 1)[[[Eat his ass|DemonAss]]](if:$raunchymode is 1)[The beast grunts but doesn't move its body. Instead, its head tracks your movements as you slowly saunter behind it. If the thick musk of the beast didn't manage to hit you hard enough, the stench wafting from its behind definitely did. As you look over, the back of the demon is also rippling with muscles, well defined creases on his legs, and a *very* well toned butt, parting ways to show a doughnut-shaped hole jutting from the back, glistening with a sickly yellow hue as it winks a few times. Moving up to the demon's behind, you take in the aggressive, pungent stench of feces combined with sweat from an unwashed, 5 week old piece of underwear. A large hand comes down behind you, clasping the back of your head before shoving you nose-first into the disgusting hole, provoking a sick **squelch~** to emanate from the filthy asshole.
The first thing you notice is the aggressive, pungent musk washing over your entire face, as the slimy mess coats over it, the beast's anus encompasses it within moments.
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[[Lick|DemonAssLick]]
[[Push in|DemonAssVore]]
[[Struggle|DemonAssForced]]
]
(else:)[W... What are you doing here? **GET OUT! ITS GROSS**]=><=
**ssssSSSSSSSSSCCCCHHHHLLLLLLLOOOOPPPP**
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Just like that, your head slides into the murky, brown-stained abyss of the demon's backside. The slimy pucker caresses your shoulders with a soft, squishy rhythm as you breathe in the rank, putrid air inside. You are immediately greeted with a mud-like pile of filth that slides right into your lower jaw, coating half your face in brown slime. You steady your feet into the grass before pushing in deeper. The hot, sagging organ greedily takes you in, and soon the hole you've entered seems to move on its own, swallowing you in earnest.
By now, your entire upper body is inside, with your legs soon joining the trip into the demon's shit-riddled colon, as you find purchase in the thicker logs that swim around its insides.
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(if:$raunchymode is 1)[[[Deeper|DemonAssVore2]]]You feel yourself sagging as your feet finally slip inside, the warm slime now encompassing your entire body in its reeking, beautiful produce. The heat makes most of this chamber a humid sauna of shit, most of which goes straight into your lungs with sharp inhales. Your figure twists and turns with every new passage, sliding past a huge log of shit every once in a while (Sometimes *into* one, too).
10 minutes pass, and you can feel the movement stopping, as well as a pressure caressing your head from outside the musky walls. You give a long sigh as you settle in and curl up in the bowl-shaped bed you're calling your own. Heaping piles of hot, steaming, demon shit coalesce around you, and encompass your entire form as the night drags on.
[[Next|DemonShitLive]]
(set:$demon to 1)(set:$feature2 to "impy")(set:$corruption to it + 4)You begin squirming, trying to find a good enough gap to slip out of the demon's grasp, but as soon as you do, the pressure on your head intensifies. You're thrust forwards, your entire head slipping in with a disgusting **SHLURPP** that fills your ears, and the scent immediately clogs your nose. As you start coughing, a thick, vile substance fills your mouth, and forces itself all around your face, blocking most of your senses. Your lack of oxygen causes you to breath in some of the foul air as you're pulled up by the strong anal muscles, which swallow your entire upper half within seconds. Your struggles subside due to exhaustion, feeling as slimy trickles of shit stream down your leg, the hot substance coating you in an unholy stink.
(display:"DemonVore2")The hallway opens up into a large, finely decorated- if a little aged- room of silvers and golds. The edges of the ceiling are adorned in finely crafted metallic patterns, most of them cracked and bent by the pressure of the vines choking the life out of this building. There is a bent fireplace on the side, couches and tables make the place quite comfortable, if a little dusty. The floor is cracked in places, and the far half of the room is lifted a few inches off, leaving a jagged gap inbetween the elevations. There is some silverware around the floor, as well as hundreds of broken pieces of porcelain, an [[Egg]] sitting on the far side of the fireplace, and another [[Hallway|ManorHallway]].
You can go [[Back|Manor Entrance]]Double-click this passage to edit it.(if:$diningvisited is 1)[You spot a bright, pearlescent [[orb|DiningScene]] on the center of the dining table.](else:)[You see something out of the corner of your eye scurry off towards a shadow as you enter this place.]
While most of the manor seems to be visibly affected by age, this is the cleanest chamber you've explored so far. The table is finely set, with a few dishes missing here and there, chairs have seen better days, but still function in the general composition of the room. You see a few collapsed-over doorways, possibly leading further in. (if:$mmatches is 0)[A small box of matches sit here, coated in a fine layer of dust. [[Pick them up|DiningMatches]]]
(set:$diningvisited to 1)Air rushes in and past you on this wind tunnel, carrying small gusts of dust and rocks with it, eventually dying down. Your footsteps echo loudly onto the now silent cave, the distant sound of dripping water giving you a basic layout of the tunnel. It's big.
<script>$('tw-story').addClass('no-navigation')</script>\
You push in, giving yourself a few minutes to get your eyes used to the darkness, and the lack of sound leaves you unsettled. The air is cool, although humid, and the lack of light does make you stumble a bit, tripping over a rock and steadying yourself with a nearby wall.
You hear another drop of water land directly behind you.
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[[Head in|CavePuzzle1]](if:$matches is >0)[(You will use a match)]
[[Turn back|CaveMinotaur]]
Steeling yourself, you head forwards into the passage, (if:$matches is >0)[fumbling with your belt as you take a match out and light it. Your ]hands outstretched towards one of the nearby walls for stability.
(if:$matches is >0)[(set:$matches to it - 2)Flaring up your matchstick, y](else:)[Y]ou make your way towards the depths of this cave, finding that the jagged, natural movements of the rocky terrain make way for a more polished, civilized structure as you push deeper. (if:$matches is >1)[Pushing deeper, you can see some writings on the wall, as well as basic reliefs of figures, humanoid in nature. The walls tell a basic story about a number of smaller beings entering a chamber with several loops in it, and not coming out. Instead, a large, dark, and bipedal creature is seen, doing... something to the walls before stepping back into the structure.
[[Continue in.|CavePuzzle2]]
[[Head back|CaveMinotaurLight]]](else-if:$matches is 1)[Pushing deeper, you do manage to see some writings on the wall, as well as some relieves that appear to be telling a story. When you go to check, however, your matchstick dies down.
[[Next|CaveMinotaur]]](else-if:$matches is 0)[You get a few feet into the pitch black stretch of this cave, before slamming into a wall.
[[Next|CaveMinotaur]]]You turn around and begin heading back, having a somewhat clear image of the hallway you entered first; However, all you see is darkness. You try to shift your vision left and right, your mind attempting to register any landmark you may have found, when the darkness in front of you shifts slightly. It is alive, and seems to easily triple you in size. Your eyes widen as your fight or flight response kicks into gear, whatever it is, it is blocking the exit.
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[[Attempt to sneak around it.|CaveMinotaur1]]
[[Run back|CaveMinotaurRun]]
[[Remain still|CaveMinotaurHide]]You do your best attempt at tempering yourself and get your hands to stop shaking, the figure before you barely moving at all; All you can see is mounds of black fur lit by the very edge of the sunlight behind it. Slowly and methodically, you spend the next minute getting a few steps towards one side of the cave, feeling a sudden, warm coat of thick water hit your shoulder. Ignoring it, you push onwards until you're in the very small, and slightly raised edge of the passage. From here you can see a bit more of the creature, and it easily triples you in height; Its tree-trunk of an arm is easily as thick as your entire body.
Shuffling and tiptoeing at the same time, you do manage to squeeze your way through without being detected (to your best assessment), and take a silent, but deep breath once you're all the way around this beast. You look back towards it as some rustling catches your ears, and barely get to make out the form of a looming, round appendage heading your way before your world goes(if:$raunchymode is 1)[ smelly, hot and tight as you're forced into a reeking, sticky chamber; You try to move, but most of your form is pinned into the tight room. You get a good enough guess of where you are when thick globs of dung begin pressing around your face, and do your best to wiggle your legs free, when a giant finger presses them in, pushing you all the way inside your predator's nasty bowels. You spear right through a massive log of shit, thoroughly covering yourself in it.](else:)[ into a dark, and warm chamber that presses all around your body. You wriggle and try to press yourself free, but the soft, forgiving flesh holds you suspended in here. A fat finger presses you deeper into what you assume is the beast's ass, and you're pushed up to the edge of its intestines.]
[[Next|MinotaurAss]]You turn tail and immediately kick into fifth gear, stumbling a few times as the elevation of the cave is uneven and rough. You immediately start hearing thumping all around you, the deafening impacts causing loose rocks around you to shudder and drop all around.
You're in the blind, you can barely make sense of your surroundings with the constant thumping behind you; There's walls to your sides, and seem to carry on in a more smooth fashion, the ground feels more even as well. A low growl brings shivers to your back, and you begin heading into the unknown in a full sprint, slamming your sides into the walls a couple of times.
Eventually, a rather sudden slope makes you bend your ankle and drop into a painful roll throghout the ramp; An earth-shaking metallic slam echoing throghout the entire place immediately afterwards, followed by silence. You don't hear the thumps behind you, or the fierce presence of the creature that chased you. Only silence.
You push yourself up, your ribs aching something fierce, and your sense of direction completely thrown. There's only darkness and silence, shortly interrupted by the shuffling of your feet in the cold, metallic ground. After a bit of stumbling, it's clear to tell that the way back is now blocked by a sturdy set of bars, the only way to move is [[deeper inside|CaveMinotaurRunEnd]].You lazily open your eyes as the thick stew you're in begins to stir and shift, pulling you back along the winding, caked intestines of your predator. All you can do is barely slow your fall by shoving both hands in the stained, slimy walls, which easily give under your weight. After a few minutes of being jostled in a particularly thinner batch of dung, you lose yourself to one of the giant logs before you, and slam hard against something below you.
Gravity returns to you as you steady yourself, feeling the familiar terrain of grass below logs and logs of filth. Once you manage to stand up, you notice the immensity of the pile you're currently on, easily enough filth for a year's worth of your own stool. The demon that so kindly took you in for the night is nowhere to be found, however you do see your bodysuit to the side, zipped up against a tree. [[Seems a little full...|PostShitDemonSuit]]Emerging from the steaming pile of demon shit is a task in it of itself, but you manage with a small semblance of pride not to mess it up. The suit standing before you appears to be zipped close, from back to head; And with a small movement of your fingers you manage to open the very top and take a peek inside.
It is filled to the brim in spunk, and just from the wafting, steaming scent making you weak in the legs, you have a pretty clear idea of whose it is. Being in your current condition, you'll either have to [[put it on|PostShitDemonSuitOn]], wait for it to [[dry a bit|PostShitDemonSuitDry]], or risk going back to the pond [[naked.|PostShitDemonSuitNaked]]From here you can tell just how chock-full your bodysuit is, literally used as a condom for your predator's nasty post-devouring needs, and with a sigh, zip it open and begin putting your legs inside. The slick, hot squelches of your limbs send tingly sensations through your body, and you feel more than a little bloated by the time you zip up your costume. The heat of the thick spunk surrounding your entire body does make you hump the waterproof fabric until you fall to your knees with a squish and unload a batch of seed into the already filled bodysuit... Not that it matters.
[[Continue|DeepWoodsCorruptPond]]The odd scent of jasmin and a few foreign spices mark the velvet curtain entrance to the main floor, laughter and odd sounding vowels permeating this friendly yet alien environment. (if:$barvisited is 0)[The heavy air of this place does make you a bit queasy, and you're quick to take the first seat near the main bar to rest your legs for a moment.
Rubbing your temple for a moment, you take in your surroundings; A warm glow fills the misty, lively place, ornate chairs and carpets mingle into an aristocratic tone that, to you, brings dissonance to the humble-dressed creatures inside.
You look up just in time to see one of what you assume to be a patron of the place; Best judgement is a bipedal praying mantis, holding a small glass of water in one of its claws. Gently, it extends the [[glass|BarWater]] to you, doing its best wink an insect can possibly attempt, before returning to [[other customers|BarLook]].](else:)[You find your stool on the bar, taking a seat and finding a glass of water already served to you by the odd insect in charge here.
[[check out the other customers|BarLook]]
(if:$bartalk is 0)[[[Talk to the insect|Waiter]]](else:)[[[Talk to the waiter|WaiterT]]](if:$PT is >0)[
[[You can ask him for a room|BarInn]]]
[[Leave|town]]
](set:$barvisited to 1)(set: $PT to it + 1)Downing the glass of water, your throat very kindly appreciates the first taste of pure liquid in a few centuries. Immediately, your wrist lights up a bright green, the letters 'PTMK2.3ON' displayed in it. Raking your head to try to remember what it could possibly mean, the voices around you seem to warp for a few moments, giving you a small momentary headache.
Suddenly, voices seem to clear up to the point where you can make out words, sentences, even whole topics! The mantis looks at you from the depths of his own conversation in the other corner, a robotic voice resonating inside your head as he speaks up "Are you feeling alright?"
You remember now, the 'Predictive Translator Mark 2.3' was a highly experimental piece of tech capable of translating speech patterns into more streamlined human languages for ease of comprehension; Much like the rest of your suit's strength, it relies on water or a similar liquid for proper functioning(if: $playerstrength is 0)[... Now if only you could find a pond or a bath to rest up in...](else:)[, reason why you're feeling so healthy now.]
[[Talk to the waiter|Waiter]]
[[Leave|town]]Taking the best football dive you could force your body to, a vice-like hand grips your ankle in the middle of your tumble, making you eat shit and crash down on your side, half-suspended by the demon's arm. You scramble to grab at the dirt or grass, but only get handfuls of it as you're lifted all the way up from your leg; The angry-looking face of a hot, beefy demon fills your vision as it puts your upside-down head in front of his own. His mouth opens up, revealing a thick, elongated tongue that snakes out, leading to a large, spacious throat lined with saliva. Your futile squirms only ease your head into the slimy grip of his tongue, which easily wraps around the top (well-- bottom) half of your head, easily dragging it in until you're neck-deep in his essophagus. Gravity does a very good job of sliding the rest of your body effortlessly into its gullet, the very prominent musk of his making you cough into the spacious throat. Once your top half is entirely inside the demon, you feel the grip at your ankle subside, feeling your whole body start to waterslide down.
In panic, you bring both hands to the side looking for a grip, but the spacious throat turns out to be extremely slimy as well, and you end up crashing down into a curled-up position inside its spacious stomach.
The slippery confines of the demon's gut make it hard to reposition, and the smelly depths, as well as the unholy warmth that spreads all around, make this place hard to bear. You try your best to find a way out, or at the very least, a way deeper out; But all you find is more slime, as well as the ever growing pool of digestive fluids.
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[[Next|DemonVore2]]An hour or so pass before consciousness is taken from you, and in your forced slumber the thick fluid begins to build all around, caressing your every pore in your suit until it falls apart to nothing.
The demon roars as its right arm roughly jackhammers his girthy tool, which is quick to unload a thick, steaming batch of seed into your jumpsuit; The obscenely ballooned outfit is quickly zipped shut by the creature, who tosses the makeshift condom to the side and gives out a loud, earth-shattering **BBUUUUUUUURRRRRAAAP**. Its groaning gut quickly settling as its inhabitant is turned into nothing but mush. The hefty stomach now almost covers his flaccid shaft without effort, as your existence is reduced to a rhythm of groans and gurgles.
(if:$scatmode is 1)[Lifting its sagging gut, the demon stands up after an hour or so of digesting your meager remains into its strength, with an aggressive groan emanating from its lower region, he rounds the thick tree towards the still steaming bodysuit tossed on the side.
With a squat, all that signals your coming is a thick, grass-withering fart that distorts the color of your suit for a brief moment, before a steaming trail of dung schlops out of its stretchy hole. In a minute, your stinking remains are covering the entire suit, making a good, hefty pool of muck where you once stood. Whatever's left solid of you in there is quickly melted with a long stream of demon piss that turns the whole slurry into a pond of grime. ]A good meal indeed.The grass lazily drifts from side to side with the soft currents of the wind; And seem to carry on for miles to either [[east]] or [[west]].You wait until you’re right in front of the gap, and casually reach towards the guards’ back, before you give a powerful kick and push yourself back and away from the guards’ grasp. They both seem displeased, but you waste little time in looking at them, instead taking a run for the staircase that leads to the upper catwalks. The whole room seems like a dead end, with cells everywhere, but there’s a glass roof you think you might be able to break, since there’s nowhere else to go.
Before you try to go towards the roof, though, you find an exit door next to a cell, and a lever to open it.
You struggle, but the guards keep a strong grip on you, and all your attempts at pushing them away only cause them to push you into the cell faster, as the werewolf backs away, staring into your eyes with a vicious gaze.
“There we go, he’s a fighter, so I’ll give him 2 minutes.”
“In?”
“He always does the same, why bother picking sides?”
“This might be your lucky day.”
“… Alright, I’ll put 20 on the front.”
“Same time?”
“Same time.”
With a loud clang, the cell door closes with you in it, and the large, furred creature circles around you menacingly. You back up against the wall as it snarls and eyes you up and down, assessing your presence slowly.
You begin marching forwards, one hand constantly holding on to a wall for support. All you can hear is your own, still thumping heart and the soft, metallic footfalls you make. The hallway seems to extend for yards, miles, even, without any intent of stopping. Just when you think you're going on a loop, a small sound, barely recognizable, echoes through your world. A small, very soft thump directly in front of you; Just one, and then silence.
You stand there for a few seconds, backing away slowly and out of desperation; You can't see anything at all, but in the back of your mind you feel an ache that tells you that there's something looking right at you. You're about to turn tail and flee, when a thick, furry hand grasps your entire head and lifts it off the air; With a gasp, you begin flailing in the total darkness, your soundless assailant taking away your sense of gravity as well, you feel a hot, sticky substance at your feet as a passage of some sort is opened beneath you. You start protesting, finding it hard with the large hand pressed over your face, and find your voice come back to you only when you're up to your abdomen in this tight, tubular passage.
You bring your arms to your sides and try prying yourself out of this contraption when a giant finger presses down on your head, shoving you forcefully into this slimy chamber; Your hands stick out from the tip, but they soon join the rest of you in this musky, humid slide.
[[Next|MinotaurCum]]The inside of this smoothed-out cave tunnels down into a crudely chiseled staircase that leads downwards and out of view. Your friend looks on over to you {(if:$bunnygood is > 0)[with a beaming smile, that radiates comfort](else-if:$bunnyrape is >0)[with a lustful grin, enough to send a chill down your spine](else:)[with a pretty empty expression, you don't know what to make of it]}.
[[Follow him|BunnyCaves2]]
[[Go back|BunnyCity]]The somewhat dense place is most of the time sprawling with all kinds of lapines, some of them eagerly rubbing up and down on eachother, some of them knitting or smithing; The latter taking place on the very mouth of the cavern ahead. The hardier-looking ones end up looking far beefier, and taller than you or any of their counterparts. All in all, you take it there's very little limits in terms of breeding with one another; Quite interesting to see bunnies be so obviously lusty and yet productive at once.
You can check out the [[Caves|BunnyCaves]], or strike up a conversation with one of the [[Smiths|CaveSmith]], who is right on the edge of said cave.
You can also head back into the [[Forest]]This beefy smith can barely pass for a bunny, his broad shoulders and well-toned limbs giving a clear indication of why he's doing the forging on this tribe. He shoots his eyes up at you, giving you a pretty vacant face that just follows you. Up close and personal you can see his pretty prominent piece of manhood, obscenely bulging up through the loincloth. You can either [[talk to him|CaveSmithTalk]], check out [[the cave|BunnyCaves]], or retreat back to the [[main village|BunnyCity]]You already hear the rustling of the leaves as you approach this section of the woods. You can choose to [[engage with one of them|preoblige]], [[resist them|BunnySimRape]], or simply turn back and [[head into the forest|Forest]]. You can also try and [[follow one|keep walking]]As soon as you see one of the creatures poke its body out of the bushes, you approach it with your arms open, catching it unaware. It carefully studies you for a bit, before giving into the hug. You end up grinding for a few minutes before deciding to [[move to a more secluded place|oblige]]You spot one of the bunnies as he approaches your current spot; You immediately dart away and clumsily pretend-fall onto your stomach on a rock that just doesn't exist, landing with your somehow already-exposed ass pointing up. You wait a few seconds, and are about to turn your head to the bunny, when a warm, slimy appendage worms its way deep inside your ass, making you squirm in place. A few more rustles echo behind you as more of the same lapines approach your incapacitated form, rubbing their junks all over you before deciding to [[drag you away|all eyeing you lustfuly]]The winding passages eventually come to a gradual, natural staircase that spirals down deeper into the mineral passage, now only lit by torches and candles that are hollowing the walls. You eventually lose sight of daylight as you're led deeper and deeper down, hearing a myriad of squelches, moans and pants the further in you go.
The stairs suddenly open up to a large atrium, crudely chiseled out towards the wide walls; The sight of roughly a dozen bunnies all engaged in various acts of hedonism greet you, as some of them are quick to notice you. The bunny that led you here is already heading up the stairs, causing you momentary confusion, and you instinctively go after them, but two pairs of arms grab you from behind and drag you towards the pile of lapines.
You protest, doing your best to pry off the assailants, but fail miserably as the group swarms you quickly, beggining to take off your suit little by little. One of them begins viciously making out with you, while another starts groping your junk, and a third one licks all around your face. The overload in stimulus is enough to give the other few lapines the time to fully pull your suit off, the cold air of the cave quickly replaced by an undetermined number of hot lapine bodies piling up on you. A female sits down roughly on your member, hilting herself in but a minute, causing you to gasp out onto the greedy mouth that's pressing a slimy tongue into you. A few minutes of general debauchery pass by before you feel the creatures subside, one by one.
[[Next|BunnyCaves3]](if:$smith is >0)[The smith is stationed here, albeit he seems somewhat different. Either he has a brother, or his physique changes quite often.
He looks over at you, a knowing look on his bedroom eyes as they track you across the room.
[[Sleep with the smith(s?)|SmithSex]]
[[Maybe some other time.|BunnyCity]]
(if:$smithrope is 0)[[[Ask for rope.|SmithRope2]]]]
(else:)[(if: $PT is 0)[You approach with a friendly opener, pointing out his rather crude metalwork as best you can, and get a few syllables in response, none of which you can comprehend. His voice is a low, deep and bassy tune, but that's about all you can tell from here; As he looks over to you and pronounces some more incoherent strings of speech. Seems like he's asked you a question...?]
(if:$PT is >0)[You approach the large thing with a rather friendly opener, pointing out his metalwork as... "good". The procedural, robotic voice in your head tries its best to keep up.
"Thank. You go into pit now, or come home and we sex. Look funny, I like funny. Wait some time for finish the work. Question?"
Hooh. Either this translator wasn't tested enough, or these people use a rather crude language; Either way, the point was pretty well driven to you.]
(if:$PT is 0)[...][[Yes.|SmithSex]]
(if:$PT is 0)[...][[No.|SmithDismiss]]
(if:$PT is >0)[[[Do you have any rope?|SmithRope]]]
]The smithing hammer clashes hard against the piece of metal in front of you, sending a shower of sparks your way. You're forced to shield yourself as the large bunny gets back to working on his trade, dismissing you entirely. Seems he was pretty disappointed. (if: $PT is 0)[You can always come back later when you understand what the hell he was talking about.]
[[Back|BunnyCity]]You stick around for a little bit, watching as the blacksmith finishes up his work, before hanging his apron on one of the hook stuck to the cave wall. From this perspective you can tell that he is quite built, with a rather large musclegut barely concealing his rather large manhood (and even bigger set of nuts). He looks at you and nods back towards the village, motioning you to [[follow him|SmithSex2]].You both eventually make it to a small hovel just off the edge of the village, a number of cured meats and leathers hanging off the side of the entrance. You do notice that most of these creatures care very little over thievery and the like.
The large creature invites you into its rather humble abode, the large bed in front being rather inviting as he takes a hold of you and pushes you onto it. He looks at you rather expectantly as he climbs onto the bed, almost as if he was waiting on you to take the initiative in this. His pudgy body bounces just a tad as he puts his knees on the bed, the loincloth falling apart to reveal a 1 ft. tall flaccid cock, thick and with a sizable foreskin concealing the cockhead and then some. His hips are wide and soft, and his face seems to soften up somewhat while he glances down at you.
[[Umm... kiss him?|SmithKiss]]
[[Grind with him|SmithGrind]]
[[Suck him off|SmithBJ]]
[[Eat his **ASS**|SmithAss]]
[[Fuck him|SmithBot]]
[[Let him take the initiative|SmithTop]]Swallowing a tad of spit, you lean forwards and give him a good kiss, locking your lips for a dozen seconds or so. You see a wide-stared bunny glancing back at you, quite taken aback by this demeanor of yours; Were you too sudden? A tad of nervousness begins rushing your way when you're suddenly plummeting down to crash into the bed below, the large lapine giving you a hug-tackle that easily tips the weight on you.
You land with a soft impact onto the cushions below, giving a few muffled protests as the smith is engaged into a rather intense make-out session with you; Your tongue barely reacting to the lovingly (and rather lewd) embrace of the bunny-man's large and dexterous tongue. The large, chubby pecs and tummy a good enough weight to literally encompass the rest of your form rather easily. You spend a good few minutes moaning to yourself as that hot appendage worms its way deeper into your throat, causing you to give his tongue more of a blowjob than a proper make-out; Your own manhood reacts more than positively to this predicament, bumping into the horny lapine's soft crotch, which elicits a soft grinding shuffle from your partner.
The big boy's meaty arm sit at the sides of your head, positively locking just your entire view to his chubby form, which seems a little less muscular from this angle, but still just as imposing; Considering that your throat is bulging with a hot bunny tongue, and you're inadvertedly beggining to hump his crotch in a sudden burst of heat. Bunnies, man.
You eventually wind down, especially once you feel a sticky blanket of warm cover your entire abdomen, torso, and crotch region. You disengage to see most of your form entirely caked in bunny cum... or maybe it was pre? The smith looks quite satisfied, judging from his look.
[[Next|SmithVore]]You settle down and begin taking a breath, winding down from this entire ordeal, when a loud squelch takes your attention. Looking to the side you can see as the smith is already shoving your entire feet down his maw, and your surprised yelp is wringed out of you as you lose balance; Your back crashes against the soft pillows below, most of them covered in still-sticky slime.
Your protests fall to deaf ears apparently, as your entire lower body is scarfed down without an issue in less than a minute; Your legs wriggle in the wide passage of the bunny's throat, who kindly reaches forwards with his tongue to grip along the back of your spine, eagerly shoving you down with ease. A thick, and meaty ***SSSQUELLLCCHHH*** resonates throghout the small homestead as your torso falls in, leaving only your shoulders and head outside of his stomach. You try pushing yourself out, but your feet can't get any ground... how big is this guy inside? You can't seem to even find a piece of rough surface to get some friction going, and with a fat finger pressed against your forehead, you tumble down onto a bunny stomach.
The impact is soft and blubbery, as well as rather comfortable. A few pats on the stomach are all you get before a large weight pushes onto you from below, sending you into a more pressed-down position, followed by *deep*, basey snores. Seems he's gone to bed.
[[Next|SmithStomach]]You groggily open your eyes, your form splayed inside of the smith's stomach. The low snores of your predator echo through his blubbery insides, the sound of his heartbeat loud and clear to you. Your current form is pressed against a particularly soft spot of the stomach, which has been still for so long that it has left an imprint on the organ's floor. Your sense of time seems somewhat skewed by your time spent in here, but you feel rested?
A loud groan shakes your world as gravity begins shifting; You try grabbing to a wall, but this entire tract is too slippery to try and hang on, and you end up being jostled about, your body suddenly slipping through a small tubing and into the bunny's intestines.
Your body pitifully slides through the tight passages, most of your form already coated on internal fluids of all kinds. You eventually bump your head into a solid wall in the creature's body, your body slowly squelched out through the chubby bunny's thick donut-like hole. You slide out like paste onto the soft linen of the bed, naked as you are, and after a quick assessment, you see your predator still fast asleep, its thick behind raised up on his knees and still winking. Seems this is a frequent thing?(if:$raunchymode is 1)[ You start catching a breath, when a loud growl emerges from the bunny's guts, and you don't get as much of a second before a giant batch of slimy, bunny shit slams onto your face, coating the rest of your body and bedsheets below. The squelching substance pins you down effectively, caking you in layer after layer of soft, steaming refuse. It eventually winds down to a trickle, and you wipe the foul substance from your face. The slimy dung settles on the bed and floor below, unbeknownst to the still sleeping smith.]
You eventually find a bathroom and manage to clean yourself up somewhat, finding your suit that you had taken off beforehand lying on the bathroom, before giving the bunny a peck in the cheek and wandering back off onto the city. (if:$raunchymode is 1)[He's probably gonna have to clean that.]
(set:$smith to it +1)
[[Next|BunnyCity]]You scoot forwards a bit, until your form is somewhat obscured by the big boy in front of you, and cup that large piece of meat hanging from his legs; It is **thick**, and it weighs quite a bit on your hands, already drooling a steady string of pre from its lengthy, droopy foreskin. You take the chance to bring up your own member and coat it in some of the impromptu lube, the heat of his loins enough to work you up already, as you plant both hands on his wide hips and begin grinding your junk with one another. From this perspective you can clearly see the rather basketball-sized pair of nuts hanging low below, using one of your hands to fondle them thoroughly. You get a gratified groan from the bunny above.
The smith, clearly aroused by this, easily puts a hand on your head, craning it up as one of his meaty fingers is plucked into your mouth, reaching up to the knuckle into your throat. His other hand grabs your own member, positioning it right in front of the already stiff piece of meat prodding at your crotch, before shoving the entirety of your manhood into it. You give out a breathless moan as the sudden sensation of your cock entering the big, horny lapine's foreskin *and* urethra sends you into a vicious hump, very welcomed by him. Another finger worms its way onto your mouth, the second hand laying on your back urging you to drop your weight, which you do; The overwhelming senses amplifying the second your body goes limp, supported entirely by your lover's musclebound arm (A little chubby too, really).
You feel the two appendages on your throat subside as a string of saliva still connects your drooling mouth with the smith's fingers, taking advantage of his slimy digits to shove them right up your ass. You arch your back, the feeling enough to drive you over the edge as you unload jet after jet inside the bunny's urethra. The support behind you releases as you plummet downwards with him, still connected by the horse-like piece of meat before you, still caught in the afterglow of the orgasm. The bunny slowly disengages with a slimy **pop!** You watch as the gaping cockhole, still dripping fresh seed, approaches you and deposits its hot you-load all over your face, giving you a self-facial.
[[Next|SmithCV]]You pant for a bit, your sweat-soaked form heaving profusely on the soft bed linen, as your feet start being dragged back. Your still-hazy sight goes downwards, catching the bunny as he's shoving your entire form down its gaping urethra. You squirm for a bit, but barely do a number on the strong arms that drag you downwards, already up to your crotch in bunnycock. Your feet curl down, feeling the heat of his loins as the rest of your spent body is easily gulped down by the python in front of you.
You close your eyes, awaiting for the last piece of your journey, when your head stops right on the edge of the urethra, and look up to a very horny lapine looking down at you. You can already feel your legs and feet touch the very bottom of the sagging balls, the warm cum pooling in places.
(if:$PT is >0)["Like you. Be cum?"
What?
](else:)[The bunny blurts out a string of syllables, probably meaning something if you could understand it...
][["Yes"|SmithCumTF]]
[["No"|SmithCum]]You lean forwards, cupping the large bunnycock in front of you, before giving the ample foreskin a good kiss. The first thing that gets to you is the heady smell of his cock; Salty and a tad tangy, a mix worthy of a dish, honestly. Your mind goes to a weird place with that thought, so you shake it off; (if:$raunchymode is 1)[Shoving your tongue into the fleshy sleeve, you first taste the thick, strong tinge of the unwashed inside, a sizable layer of cheese that seems to grow as the bunny pushes deeper into your face, grabbing the foreskin from the sides and stretching it over you. The sight of the steaming, unwashed cock is quickly obscured once the thick flesh encases your head completely; Your cock jumps at the hot air, the pre caking most of your nose, and the smegma completely encasing your head under a double layer of gross. You moan in place, doing your best to clean the filthy cock in front of you, but find it hard with every thrust of the smith pushing the mixture around, making it stick all over you.
After a few minutes of horny humping all over your face, you've cleaned a sizable portion of the lapine's cheesy dick, and it seems happy as it pulls the foreskin back, giving you a much needed breath of fresh air.
Y](else:)[ Your tongue starts circling right under the bunny's hood, making him squirm in pleasure as he begins pushing deeper. You happily oblige, spending a few minutes lapping away as quite a few ounces of pre cake your whole face, some of it with enough pressure to squirt around the sides of your face and run down your cheeks. When you feel live it has been enough teasing, y]ou open your mouth and take the whole cock in, immediately gagging for a bit as the smith literally rams the entire length onto you, losing balance and falling forwards. He catches himself on the back of the bed, but now your upper half is literally speared by a giant bunnycock, which eagerly begins thrusting onto you, bulging out your throat quite a bit. You try to protest, but the humps become vicious and too intense for you to even react.
Loud squelches and schlicks take over the homestead as your mouth and throat are bred like a bunny in heat, quite literally. Pre starts caking the whole tract, spit running down your sides as you do your best to breathe between thrusts. You eventually feel a stop to the relentless shoves as the lapine bottoms out inside of you, feeling the giant sack resting on your chin and chest, slowly starting to tense beneath you. Your eyes go wide as you literally feel the bulging of the cock deep inside you, a rush of warm filling spreading throghout you almost immediately; You place a hand on your stomach as it immediately begins bulging out, and blow your own fresh load(if:$raunchymode is 1)[ in sync with the immediate surge of off-white cum blasting out of your ass and] onto the bed.
It takes you a few minutes to settle with your new meal, especially as the giant pipe of bunny batter schlops out of you, leaving your throat a bit rough around the edges. You do feel like your entire esophagus got a pretty good stretching though.
[[Next|SmithCV]]You kindly gesture the bunny to turn around, and are granted a very nice view of his donut-like asshole, wide enough to shove your face in; His ballsack hangs a foot or so low, the huge spheres swinging a tad as the even lengthier cock droops down a bit more, with the added length of his foreskin. Cupping the *very* soft pair of cheeks, you bring your mouth up to give the soft, bulging asshole a thorough lick, and receive a moan of approval from the smith, who immediately drops onto you. There's not much of a reaction or protest you can make as you're pushed onto the bed and your whole face slips inside that well-trained hole with a ***SSSCHLOP!***
You get your bearings, breathing in the dense, musky air around you as your entire face is literally shoved into the thick bunny's depths, which grinds and shuffles on your face. The weight subsides a little bit, and you take that as your queue to push your tongue as deep as it can go, lapping away and even suckling on the ample flesh; A warm, sticky substance slowly coats your crotch, and you feel as the bunny starts jerking you off violently. You'd protest, but you're muffled by the bunny's buns, and it'd be more of a moan anyways.
(if:$raunchymode is 1)[You hear a deep rumble wash over the sphincter you're viciously making out with, and unfortunately don't have much time to react to the sudden spray of bunny-gas that forces itself into your mouth and around your entire face; You taste and smell nothing more than lapine farts. You cough for a minute, still locked into the mouth to ass session with this horny, and apparently gassy, bunny. You dare to push your head a little deeper, finding no resistance as the walls close around your neck, and lick a little deeper. Another rumble takes over the whole chamber, and you're already pulling back and holding your breath this time; The warmth comes once more, except that this time it's a solid mass that presses around your entire head, a slimy substance coating you down to your neck. You're forced to take air in, and the pungent scent of bunny shit paints the scene more than enough.
You start protesting, and feel a wave of relief as the blacksmith rises up, giving you a good breath of fresh air; That feeling quickly dissipates when a large hand comes down on your face and roughly opens your mouth with a few fat fingers, as the other hand spreads his asscheeks and crashes down on you once more. The disgusting visage of a thick log of lapine dung is the last you see before the thick, nasty doughnut encompasses your entire head. A meaty thumb keeps your mouth open and you find yourself swallowing quite a few logs before the finger subsides; The sheer mass of feces doesn't let up, and keeps your mouth open and chock-full of it. You close your eyes and do your best to point your mouth away, but the nastiness just keeps coming.
After a solid few minutes, the stream of sludge subsides somewhat, the bunny lifting his murky ass to appreciate your now brown-stained upper body, before letting a long, slimy fart cake your entire head in thick coils of steamy, bunny dung.
[[Next|SmithNasty]]](else:)[After a few minutes of licking, your head gets pushed in all the way into a bunny's asshole, as you lick and suckle to your heart's content. You eventually feel as a couple of fat digits worm their way into your ass, making you moan out into the depths of the smith's behind. He seems to appreciate the vibration, apparently from the vicious grinding against your head.
[[Next|SmithAV]]]You gesture the bunny to turn right around, stroking yourself up in the meantime; However, once you see the thick behind show a puffy, your-head-sized donut, your member is already at 110% mast. The lapine doesn't spend any time guessing, instead just letting himself drop onto your cock. You're lucky that not only was his aim good, but that you have the soft cushion beneath you to lessen the impact of the bulky pair of thighs crashing down on you. Your mind doesn't wander on any of this, as your cock pierces through the softest, silkiest insides you've ever fucked, sending a wave of bliss through your entire body. A soundless moan escapes your lips as the bunny begins bouncing on your lap, (if:$raunchymode is 1)[and you see as a blur of brown caking your entire crotch between bounces, followed by squelches. You don't get much of a protest as the tight warmth only adds in to the pleasure, and as the smith picks up the pace ]all you can do is hang on to the sides of the bed and experience the literal ride. Listening to the heavy panting and moaning from the bunny above you, you're quick to lose yourself to your senses; You hump away at that soft piece of ass that immediately makes you cum within a few minutes, (if:$raunchymode is 1)[as you cake the already shit-ridden depths of the bunny in your seed, feeling as your numb legs spread with a slimy warmth that runs across your entire abdomen. The bunny disengages from you, leaving a thick trail of dung as he shows you the disgusting mess you've both done, spreading his cheeks and farting a disgusting mixture of cum and shit onto your chest. You're too tired to protest.
[[Next|SmithNasty]]](else:)[completely spent. The feeling of your member filling the cavernous, wide depths of the lapine is quite a feeling, one that makes you glad you took up this mission in the first place.
[[Next|SmithAV]]]You pant for a bit, bringing a hand up to your forehead to wipe the sweat off of you, when your lazy perception catches the looming figure of the bunny's ass on top of you. There's no noise that can be heard coming from you other than a nasty ***SQUELCH*** spreading throghout the home, as your entire head and shoulders slip easily into the smith's hungry bowels. The same soft walls caress you as you're lifted up and constantly thrusted inside, your member hardening already. The warm, slimy insides eagerly embrace you, pulling you deeper and deeper, and you can't help your own horniness as you lick and hump away at the creature's bowels, your fate sealed as your feet are plugged in and along with the rest of your body.
[[Next|SmithStomach]]You turn tail and show the creature your butt, settling in an all-fours position with a smirk on your lips; It's hard to suppress your gasp as a thick bunny tongue is thrusted quite a few inches into your rectum, easily coating the entire depths of yours in warm saliva, and stretching your insides thoroughly. The rimming lasts for a couple of minutes, being suddenly interrupted by the large piece of lapine cock bottoming out on you, making you lose balance of your front end, and faceplanting the pillows below in a messy moan. Your gut has some trouble adjusting to the sudden intrusion all the way to your intestines, and you're kind of glad you didn't have much food in your stay.
Settling into a jackhammer-like rythm, the smith easily pounds into you like a sock, stretching you more than you've ever felt; Your moans and gasps take over the current atmosphere as you're just in for the ride, having very little agency on this situation. Your cock bounces wildly below, being constantly slapped by the giant pair of nuts below that *plap* with every little shove, and you eventually lose yourself all over the sheets, coating them in your seed within a few seconds.
The bunny seems far from over, though, as he grabs you with both hands by the abdomen and lifts you upright, causing your still-going ejaculation to spray some against the wall. You get a single gasp of relief from the cock actually disengaging from you, before you're dropped and literally impaled by it; It knocks the wind out of you, and definitely makes your organs rearrange to accomodate to this violent intrusion, as a hand grabs you by the stomach and jerks you in and out like a fleshlight. The surge of warmth spreading through your bowels pushes into your stomach, filling it to the brim before you're forced to belch out thick globs of bunnycum.
The messy session leaves your back aching, your butt gaping, and your insides absolutely clogged with dense, creamy gallons of lapine seed. Your front is also covered in a thick coating as well, leaving you gasping blurbing breaths between your cum belches, and your ass is literally a torrent of cum for the time being.
[[Next|SmithVore]]The steamy produce coats pretty much your entire body, as the gaping asshole on top of you trickles down the occasional log of feces down onto you. The foul smell isn't as terrible as you'd expect, it's the fact that you can't move from your current position what stresses you a bit. The lapine in front of you seems to have settled in for a very deep nap, as he lays face-down on the foot of the bed, blocking your legs from moving. You sigh and fall limp onto the messy bed, the squelching, stinky mass around you settling in as you take a nap onto the shit-ridden bed. It's pretty warm, actully.
You come to consciousness after a few minutes to the shifting feeling of the large bunny in front of you, as he shuffles up and spoons you in the middle of his sleep. You don't get much agency on this choice as large, furry arms clutch onto you in this bed of muck, feeling the soft breath of the bunny right above your head. Not like you can really get out now.
A few hours pass, and you feel the grip on you slowly subsiding as the lapine turns in his sleep, letting you free now. Stumbling out of bed, you leave a trail of shit as you head to the bathroom, giving yourself a *mostly* good cleanup, before getting on your suit and heading out onto the [[city|BunnyCity]].
(set: $smith to it + 1)You eventually stumble into the pond back at the forest, slowly depositing yourself in it as you take off the messy suit; The thick loads of demon spunk slowly wash away in the warm water, making the clothes a tad cleaner and much less crowded than before. The pond water, however, immediately stains up to an off-white color, the air becoming a thick, musky stench that's very reminiscing of the demon you've just encountered.
(set:$pondcorruption to 1)
[[Next|Forest]](if:$corruption is >10)[You give out a lusty sigh as you relax on the musky, thick water, scooping up some of it and swallowing the salty, seedy liquid. Your vision darkens somewhat as you suddenly lose your contact with the ground, feeling yourself sinking downwards into the water, and somehow away from it. The spiraling, nauseating visage turns to darkness, and then clarity once you slam down onto the dry, empty marshlands beneath you. The skies seem a dark, ominous gray, trees are dead and twisted into charred shells of their past selves; A singular, opulent mansion stands before you, mostly pink pillars holding up beautifully ornamented cloths of all types.
You look back, there's nothing else for miles.
[[Go in|Hell]]]
(else:)[You fold your clothes neatly to the side, stepping into the hot, dense water before you. The sharp tingles running through your skin once you're deep inside feel odd and alien, almost as if this strange fluid was permeating you somewhat.
About 10 minutes pass before you decide to get up so you can [[get back to the forest|Forest]], reaching to the bottom of the pond with your feet to boost yourself up.
(set: $playerstrength to 1)(set:$corruption to it +2)
(if: $pondcrowbar is 0)[Once you're shoulders deep, however, your feet touch something that does not feel like dirt, but rather smooth and metallic. You figure you could try to [[fish it out|Crowbar]] with your foot.]]The large, beefy lapine turns to a small alcove built into the side of the cave, rummaging through its possessions for a bit. It eventually comes back with some loops of crudely-made wicker rope; Not the best, but looks functional. As you reach forwards to grab it, the hand yanks the item away, as the smith shoots you a quizzical look "We fuck. I give you."
[[Yes|SmithSexRope]]
[[No|SmithDismiss]]The few loops of rope are shoved your way. You spend a minute or so looping some of the strands to make them actually serviceable, and end up with 3ft of rope! (set: $rope to it + 3)
[[Next|SmithSex]]Climbing up, you make your way to the manor's second floor, this part definitely more devastated than the rest of the building. Some beams are splintered and cracked inwards by strong, thick vines that act as their own support beams for this unstable building. There isn't much light in here, what little you see seems to be covered by some sort of thick webbing. Spiders is the first thing that jumps to your mind.
You can see a [[dark hallway|SpiderHallway]] leading further in, and a better-lit [[guest room|ManorGuest]] just off to the side. There was probably a platform connecting to the other side of the building, because there's an entire other room [[you can't access from here.|ManorSecret]] You can also [[Climb back down|Manor Entrance]]You slowly shuffle your knees forwards, inching closer to the large wolf's behind, tail flicking idly above and ruffling your hair somewhat. You take a deep breath, ready to dive in with a kiss, when the canine pucker is pressed against your mouth, forcing the bulged-up pucker to slip a bit into your mouth; The musky, hot smell matches the taste, as the tangy piece of soft flesh is pressed all around your face. You obediently begin licking, eliciting a light growl of approval, or at least that's what you think.
(if:$raunchymode is >0)[Almost immediately, the rubbery flesh opens up to deposit a thick log of canine filth right onto your face; As you instinctively begin to pull back, a sharp growl echoes from behind you, as a paw holds the back of your head and pushes it on and into the stream of dung, squishing the mess all around your head. The dog's hind pushes a bit deeper onto you, not letting up the stream of dog shit from caking your form thoroughly; The messy squelches and splats of hot, reeking wolf dung coiling into piles to your sides begin to pin you in place. Seemingly he's got quite a bit on reserve! A moan escapes your stifled mouth as some of the disgusting mounds coil around your member, unexpectedly proving pleasurable to you. You don't get much time to dwell on it, as an absolutely rancid torrent of shit sprays you down onto the ground, foot-thick logs encasing your form within a minute, forcing you into a stinky, hot grave of refuse. The exertion of your form, mixed with the steaming prison denying any movement quickly sends you into unconsciousness.
[[Next|WolfShitEsc]]](if:$raunchymode is 0)[You spend the next few minutes lapping away at that horny, canid behind, giving the alpha a good reach-around, which he does not dispute one bit. Reaching your whole head into the surprisingly stretchy doghole, you manage to make him cum in record time, his walls clenching around your neck and dragging you in for a moment or so, as he cums literal buckets onto your hands. You fall forwards and onto the floor, managing to steady yourself as the wolf releases you at the 'tail' end of his orgasm. Your head, absolutely coated in musky dog-slime, gets a few breaths of relief as the pack slowly turns around and wanders off, leaving your cum-filled form alone for the time being.
[[Next|WolfEsc]]]
(set:$dogmarked to 1)
(set:$weak to 1)
(set:$matches to 0)
(set:$rope to 0)
(set:$crowbar to 0)You wake up to the still-steaming scent of hot wolf shit encompassing your entire body, shuffling for a few minutes until you feel some of the fecal matter give. The heavy pile shifts to a side, before falling over with you in it, and thanks to the softness of the pile, you don't receive much damage. Mostly moral.
You take a few deep breaths, crawling away from the giant pile to rest up against a wall of the garden. Most of the wolves seem to be sleeping, and the few that are up don't seem to pay any attention to you. Looking around for a bit, you find some water on the half-destroyed fountain lying in the center, and manage to wash most of the slimy dung away. You still reek of wolf insides, though.
[[back|KitchenWeak]]You inch yourself back against the large fountain, rinsing your slimed-up face from the entire ordeal. Getting to a point where you're comfortably not reeking of dog asshole, you look around; Most of the wolves seem to be sleeping, or not caring about you at all. You suppose you could head [[back|KitchenWeak]]The rest of your body is gently inserted into the lapine's massive shaft, which does quick work of sending you down into a large pair of cum-filled orbs. You finally feel your feet touch the bottom of the saggy nuts, your upper body following shortly behind; The thick, creamy substance easily coats your legs and feet as you're deposited into your musky prison. The heavy scent of pungent, hot cum does a lot to your lust, and you eventually find yourself lapping up some of the thick pool, giving a few gulps of the salty bunny batter.
You feel as your ground settles into a more cushioned flooring, a few hands pressing onto your chest and head from outside and pushing you inside. You thrash for a bit, but that idea quickly goes away as a weak, lustful feeling slowly creeps into you. You don't even glance at your melting body as you begin lapping up some of the creamy spunk in a daze, your body slowly transforming as the hours carry on. Gurgles, churns and groans take over as you keep ingesting that delicious nectar, eventually sinking down to scoop up a large mouthful of the stuff. You never rise up, but the balls slowly swell up quite a bit, completely brimming with a fresh batch of you-seed.
[[Next|SmithCumDisp]]With a squelch, your form is messily injected into the smith's fat-assed boyfriend, as some of your goopy remains drip down onto the linen sheets below. It takes quite a few minutes for you to be pumped into the lapine's gut, and you do have to move some organs out of the way, but you do end up filling him up quite nicely on a cozy spot in his gut. He rubs his swollen belly affectionately, a bit of your form coating his back in a last, lustful spurt from the smith.
A little bit of your remains are wiped away with a towel, but the rest happily spends the rest of its days gurgling noisily in a thick bunny's intestines.The smith simply hops onto the bed, laying down and slowly falling asleep. You call out for a few minutes, but if his heavy snores are any indication, he's not waking up anytime soon. Your form, meanwhile, is mostly encased in the soft, flaccid yet thick meat of his shaft, a mixture of pre and cum slathered across your entire body. Your feet touch the soft, spunk-filled floor below, trying to get a comfortable position on the impromptu sleeping bag. You eventually decide to fall asleep too, and your body idly flops against the bunny's large belly for a pillow, making your stay not that uncomfortable, and quite warm.
(if:$PT is 0)[Alien speech wakes you up, and you look at a fatter, wide-hipped version of the smith's form in front of you, as he looks over to the lapine, and shoots you a bedroom look every once in a while.](else:)["Get new toy? Cock bigger, I like."
Your eyes flutter open to the sight of a fatter, wide-hipped version of the smith's form in front of you, as he looks over to the lapine, and shoots you a bedroom look, one which you know what'll probably mean.]
You don't get much deliberation as a gaping, soft bunny asshole spreads on your face, immediately swallowing your whole head in with a wet ***SCHLOP***. Trapped between this embrace, your options are very limited as to what to do, so you settle for squirming, a much appreciated decision from the now moaning bunny in front of you. The soft, ample flesh is forgiving and not tight enough to wring the air out of you, even when encased through multiple layers of multiple bunnies, and after a while of your face being ground by a soft bunny doughnut, you see the light of day again as the couple disengages. You take a breather, relaxing in this tight passage before the bunny's face comes into view, looking at you with bedroom eyes. His throat opens up and you're swallowed up along with the cock's entire length, your own member a bit too giddy about this absolutely lewd display. You end up humping the slick, cum-covered walls of the bunny's cock in lust, feeling as the throat muscles and slimy tongue of the second smith(?) leave your face caked in bunny drool. You're left panting once again as the couple disengages one more time, the one in front of you putting both mitts around the base of the cock and slowly wringing you out. Your slimy, spent form flops out on the other lapine's belly, a little sigh emanating from you as bliss washes over.
Things wind down a bit as you gain your composure, the two bunnies giving you a complimentary handjob as an apology for your thorough abusing. You wash up and head back into the bunny city.
(set:$smith to it + 1)
[[Next|BunnyCity]]A storm brews in the distance, dark and soundless as you approach the lonely building. The regal-looking cloths and metallic decorations adding an unnecessary amount of flair to this desert mansion, the adorned doors stand tall and locked. A sturdy-looking bronze doorknocker lays bolted against one of the pink doors.
[[Knock|Hell1]]Your bare feet feel the piercing cold of the half-cracked ceramic that covers the floor, as your weak form manages to grab on to the counter on the middle. (if:$dogmarked is 1)[The hot stench of wolf is still clinging to you, mostly around your hair, really.]
You suppose you could go into the [[Courtyard|WolfWeak]] to try and escape, or head back into the [[Manor Entrance]]. You stumble onto the courtyard, feeling the soft grass beneath your feet is a bit more comforting; The wolves staring at you aren't.
They don't growl, but they do slowly approach you, thick members, thicker than you've ever seen on any canine, flopping beneath their hind. Your spatial awareness fails on you as you accidentally back onto the edge of the doorway you came in from, effectively pinning you between the horny beasts and hard wood, No innuendo intended. You bring your hands up and in front of you, doing your best to calm the feral canid down, and as they surround your naked form, those possibilities dwindle down towards the point-zeroes.
You slowly get nudged and pushed down into a small clearing in the vine-ridden section of the courtyard, laying on all fours and surrounded by all types and colors of wolves; From this perspective they all seem bigger than you, and your vision is quickly replaced by fur of all kinds as they start pushing onto you like a giant wolf-coat. Some matted or wet fur presses against your face, and having nowhere for you to push against, slides right through your entire head. The slimy, pulsating flesh and smell of dog musk makes you think that this might not be fur at all, especially once a wet snout pushes itself up your ass, intent on pressing you deeper.
As much as you struggle, your form is just too weak and completely encompassed by wolves to even make a dent in their strength, and you eventually resign your fate once your entire torso is pushed into whatever orifice you're going into. The winking, stretchy appendage takes you in easily, hot slime of some kind running down your legs and coating your entire upper body; It slides in and sags down nicely, making a nice counterweight that makes you lose your footing as your legs pull up and start sliding into the chamber on their own.
[[Next|WolfUB]]This large chamber doesn't press down on you as much as you'd imagine, and even with your whole form stretched out into this passage, you don't feel much pressure at all. You try backing up into the hole but find a large, slick pole has replaced the opening you just came in through. Turning around isn't much of an endeavor, but as soon as you try, the warm, dog-chamber shifts violently, pushing you down into a pool of thick liquid. The aggressive pushes settle into a rhythm, and as you go to inspect your insertion point, feel as a thick log of what you can only assume to be a canine dick presses onto your cheek, before subsiding, and pushing again. The bassy heartbeats and pulsing flesh add into the sticky squelches of a dog pole being thrust your direction. Without warning, the piece of meat hilts deep inside your chamber, and right on your hair as a jet of hot, dogjizz streams out and coats the chamber, along with you.
You do your best to stay out of the way, but there isn't much in the way of avoiding this. You feel as cock after cock plunges into your saggy sleeping bag, pumping payloads of cum until you're having to push your head up to not drown in the pungent liquid. Though you should be panicking right now, there's a strange comfort that washes over you as your impromptu dog batter bath coats your every pore. sticky strands connect your hair to the pool below, the sloshing honey-like liquid lulling you into unconsciousness.
You could try to [[Fight it, and stay awake|WolfUBS]], maybe scoop up and [[drink some cum|WolfUBC]] in the hopes that you won't drown, or [[give in|WolfPuppy]] to the drowsy, comforting feeling.As your eyes flutter close, your hands clumsily try to grab the walls around you to stay afloat, but give up once you feel your head float comfortably above the thick pool of batter. The pungent scent coats whatever isn't submerged in cum, and as you slip into unconsciousness, don't feel your head as it plunges in with the rest of your body, suspended in the milky substance.
Few weeks pass, the chamber around you growing tighter as the days go by. You don't mind it, really; You even press your paws against the comforting bulges of snouts and foreign paws nuzzling you. You come to love the warmth, the pulsating heartbeat and slimy surroundings, the hot pool you're suspended in now being your new home for now.
A few more weeks take place, maybe months. You didn't ever keep track, anyways; A squelch resonates throghout your sleeping bag as the thick liquid is drained out, pulling your slick form along with it. You splash out onto the soft grass outside, made warm by the gallons of cum coating it. Slowly getting your bearings, you push yourself up, standing a good feww feet tall. Your mother rewards your efforts with a good lick on your snout, you nuzzle in affection. You're not as tall as your brothers are, but you'll get there, you're sure of it.
The female wolf in front of you takes a well deserved rest, laying on her side as her hindpaw rises, her teats exposed your way. Now that you think about it, you are kind of hungry.You take a deep breaths between the swaying of the chamber, doing your best to keep afloat. Sleep takes you in waves, but you manage to keep yourself right on the verge of unconsciousness. An hour or so passes, before the liquid drains some, giving you more wriggle room for air. The smell is still pungent and humid, but you instead choose to submerge yourself down and look for an exit. It's hard swimming in such a thick substance, with the added difficulty of a shifting chamber. After some prodding and pressing, you feel as the liquid around you shifts forwards, with you alongside it, culminating in your cum-covered form splashing into the soft grass outside. You take a few breaths between spunk-clogged coughs, and pull yourself up.
Most of the wolves are sleeping, but the few that have noticed your escape don't do much to intervene. Seems you're in the clear for now; Looking back, you see a *very* large female wolf, her nethers soaked in hot loads and stretched by your escape. You splash around on the water at the broken fountain, managing to mantain a somewhat loose sense of pride in your hygiene. You still reek of cum, and wolf cunt, but it's a start. [[Next|KitchenWeak]]You bring a hand up and cup some of the thick liquid, surprised at how much you manage to swallow in a single scoop. The hot, smelly liquid goes down easily, your cock springing to attention immediately; Seems they have pheromones of some kind, and that information makes you a bit more giddy, as your entire lower jaw sinks beneath the pool and swallows dog-batter right from the tap.
You spend the next minutes ingesting the messy cocktails of who knows how many wolf cocks down your now slightly swollen belly, draining at least half of the chamber's worth of spunk. A drowsy, tired feeling takes over you, one you'd get after a *very* good meal; And you oblige, sitting on the side of the spacious sac as you take a nap, the taste of messy dog cream still lingering on the back of your throat. As the hours go by, you're unfortunately too late to notice as your limbs begin slinking into the pool of white goop, and manage to thrash around as the rest of your body slowly joins the creamy chamber as nothing but cum. Your cock involuntarily shoots a thick batch of cum at the ceiling above, the blissful feeling of turning into spunk giving you a few belchy moans before you're lost beneath the sea.
You spend the next few days dripping as a horny female wolf's cum, your form only squirting out between each orgasm or so; There's always a wolf in heat that's ready to resupply you full of cream, so you'll most likely never come to an end.(set: $mmatches to 1)
Seven matches seem in working order! (if: $matches is > 0)[You put them alongside your $matches matches](else:)[You store them in a separate pocket.]
(set: $matches to it +7)
[[Next|Dining room]]You approach the sphere that wasn't there before, noting its perfectly round shape as it sits on a small pedestal. It sends out a small brightness, enough to light up the surface its standing on a perfect white; You notice a lukewarm temperature when you touch it, as if it were producing its own heat, when your feet suddenly give out from under you. They're pulled back and over your form, sending your upper body in a violent pendulum downwards. You brace in the split second you think you're gonna crash hard against the wood, but you're too high to even touch it. Your body swings in the air for a few moments, your feet still lifting up, and you get a good look above. The dining room ceiling has a large hole that gives way into the second floor, and from that pitch-black room, a string of web is pulling you by your ankles and into it.
[[Grab onto the ceiling and pry yourself off|SpiderStruggle]]
[[Play dead|SpiderPlay]]
(if:$crowbar is 1)[[[Use your crowbar|SpiderFight]]]Double-click this passage to edit it.(if:$weak is 0)[You grab onto the splintered edge of the ceiling, feeling the strong tug of your legs pulling you against gravity, and with a shove, feel the web begin to give. Latching on to one of the support beams, you shove your hips back once again, feeling the snap of the silk as your body returns to you. You have to clutch the beam hard to withstand the sudden change of gravity, and you immediately let go and run away from the room as soon as you have a clear footing, spending a minute or so in removing the tough rope around your ankles.(set:$spidermad to 1)](else:)[You immediately lurch forwards and attempt to grab some of the plywood on the ceiling, but your weakened, and naked form pitifully slaps against the wall before you're brought into the darkened, upper chamber. Your eyes have trouble adjusting to the pitch black chamber, what little light trickles through the half-broken beams of this alcove not enough to discern any sense of depth.
You squirm in place, your body still suspended upside-down, and with a mild headache brewing; When gravity returns to you harshly. Your back hits the floor of this chamber, the cold and mildewed wood greeting your skin in the worst of ways. The silence in here is deafening, and you instinctively back away towards any wall you can feel, but only touch sticky, slimy substances acting as walls; Most fo them hot. A looming feeling starts washing over you, there's an eerie presence in here that is overwhelming and threatening.
[[Try to hide in the substance|SpiderSlime]]
[[Play Dead|SpiderPlay2]]
[[Look for a way out|SpiderEscAtt]]]An extensive, slightly cracked bay window lights up most of the room in here, the overgrown and green-ridden visage of the manor's northern exterior visible from here. It's a nice sight, if you can look past the stability-threatening damages done to the pillars and walls of this place. It's almost as if the wildlife was struggling to keep this place standing.
A single, dusty bed lays here, the sheets aren't too inviting, but the door works, and you could probably rest up if you wanted to.
(colour: "#696969")[You can save your game here!
{(link:"Save game")[(if:(save-game:"Slot A"))[Game saved!(set:$playerstrength to it + 1)](else: )[Sorry, I couldn't save your game. Check your cookies!]]}]
[[Head back|Manor 2nd Floor]](open-url:"https://www.furaffinity.net/user/johnpablo/")
[[Back|Options]](link: "Load game")[(load-game:"Slot A")](colour: "#696969")[You can save your game here!
{(link:"Save game")[(if:(save-game:"Slot A"))[Game saved!](else: )[Sorry, I couldn't save your game. Check your cookies!]]}]Your feet enter a hot and wide pool of liquid, one in which you splash about for a bit until the rest of your form soons lands in forcefully. You feel yourself sag down and bounce in this larger chamber, as you take your bearings and stabilize yourself against the warm, slick walls.
The soft pulsing of the fleshy edges of this chamber vibrate against your back, the smell is pungent and spicy, and the thick liquid clings to your every pore. You're somewhere inside this beast, you gather, before a pair of giant hands clasp around your form from the outside, submerging you beneath this hot liquid and grinding you for a few minutes. Your air escapes your lungs and is quickly replaced by the warm, surprisingly relaxing sensation of the thick substance beggining to coat your insides. You still kick and struggle, but your consciousness seems to slowly be wrung out of you, and you quickly lose control of your body as you fall limp within this chamber.
The beast doesn't waste any time with you, as your body turns within a few minutes into a very thick batch of fertile seed, a loud and viscous splash reigns over the chamber as your new form coats a great stretch of the passage, culminating in your cum-filled bodysuit shooting off onto the metallic ground. The sticky remains are trampled by the creature as it walks back towards the cave, keeping some of your goopy form stuck to its feet.(if:$raunchymode is 1)[The stinky, shit-ridden walls grind against you, coaxing you deeper and deeper into this foul passage, and your form worms its way deeper until you're covered in layers of dung, resting somewhere along its intestines. The soft bubbling of recently-processed crap fills your ears, as a few farts rush past you every once in a while. Try as you might, you can't wriggle your way back, so you decide to push forwards to at least find any way out of this chamber. Your weakening body begins falling behind, and you do your best to shove yourself further inside. A strange tingle takes over your entire body as your skin seems to pull itself around you, your limbs stretching out to your sides and pushing the intestinal walls to their sides. Try as you might, you can't seem to get a proper hold of your body, and you begin to panic as you feel your jaw open wide, tongue lulling out as wave after wave of disgusting beastly shit worms its way through your throat.
Your gags don't halt nor slow the increasing flow of dung that enters your system, the filthy sludge leaving brown trails through your face, lips and tongue, staining your throat in the foul substance. You moan purely out of desperation as you feel even thicker logs of shit go right through you, leaving your belly swollen as you feel a familiar pressure in your stomach. Your body doesn't ask consent on this one, as your asshole opens up and spits out the same filthy streams of feces, all of them bulging up the bottom of your suit. You feel as the suit tears around your armpits and slides down from you, carried by the sheer pressure of your beast dumps on it. Your cock jets out a thick batch of seed into the filthy wall you're hugging, the constant pressure on your prostate making you give in to this shameful orgasm; Your bodysuit finally slides out of you, and you moan hard into the piles of backed-up shit on your throat, doing your best to swallow at an acceptable rate. You try once more to move your limbs, only to notice that they seem stuck to the walls.
Over the course of many hours, you enjoy your transformation into the beast's intestinal passage, moaning to yourself as two to three-feet logs stretch your insides even deeper than before, and slowly accept your fate as nothing more than an extra few feet on the creature's shit-funnel.](else:)[The completely dark chamber squelches around you, making you gasp in the slick, musky chamber as you're slowly drawn deeper inside the chamber. Your body worms its way deeper, coaxed by the strong anal muscles that press down on you; And you eventually lose track of space as you're just sliding through wider passages, ending up on the minotaur's intestines.
Your body sags down somewhat, hugged entirely by the slimy, noisy walls of the beast's gut, and try as you might, you just can't seem to find a proper passage out of here. The next few minutes are spent struggling in this gurgling sac, looking for a way out when one of your limbs gets stuck on the wall. You pull on it and find as your body gets stuck on some of the intestinal walls little by little, putting your mind into a panic. Your protests are cut short as the entire gut closes up on you, opening back up and revealing you're nowhere to be seen. Your bodysuit is all that remains, the rest thoroughly absorbed by the beast's bowels.]
(if:$scatmode is 1)[[[Next|MinotaurDisposal]]]The minotaur's asshole slowly flexes out, its thick and puffy donut bulging for a few moments before opening out. Giant, foot-thick logs of slimy beast dung slide out, coiling onto the cold floor of the cave and visibly steaming out; The creature grunts for a bit, as a large bag of latex slides out of its hind, brimming with pounds upon pounds of mino-shit. The entire pile is about four times as large as you, so it's safe to assume you weren't the only one that was turned into the beast's bathroom visit.
(if:$scatformed is 1)[You slowly rise up from under the filth, your now larger form a bit clumsier and blinder than before, but you still manage to slop through the cave floor, leaving large trails of feces behind everywhere you go. Your steaming, hot form eventually finds the light of day, and you begin waddling towards(if:$townvisited is 1)[ the forest, intent on visiting the town that's just past it.](else-if:$bunnycityvisited is 1)[ the bunny camp, just next to the forest.](else:)[ the forest, eager to meet any type of critter that roams these parts.]]Double-click this passage to edit it.(if:$matches is >0)[You push onwards, finding an entrance to a metallic-looking hallway, chiseled all around in alien-looking writing. You find a torch anchored to one of the walls, in a small indent on the wall, and have just enough left on your third match to light it up.
The darkness subsides as you light up a sizable portion of this hallway, it is **big**. About 10 feet tall and wide, and seems to stretch out far beyond the reaches of your torch. As you're inspecting the area, you see the very bottom end of a portcullis on the top of the chamber; Seems like it's meant to be closed off, but for what purpose?
(set:$torch to 1)
[[Push onwards|CavePuzzle3]]
[[Head back|MinotaurLight]]](else:)[Your match eventually dies down, and as you go and bring another one out, you can't find another. It seems you've run out.
(display:"CaveMinotaurRunEnd")]You spend five minutes exploring the hallway, and it just seems neverending; The floor, walls and ceiling are all completely covered by hieroglyphs of different kinds, some of them crawling up the walls and wrapping in an entire line like infinite sentences. The hard footfalls of your feet against the metallic floor echo out into the dark reaches, making you a bit confused every once in a while when you hear an extra set of footsteps.
(if:$raunchymode is 1)\
[The stench of refuse begins building up in your scent, and the further you go, the stronger it gets; A few hundred feet or so in, you find a massive mound of what appears to be pure feces, just off to the side of the large chamber. You have to pull up your suit to your nose to shield yourself from the smell, when your torch illuminates something shining within the pile. It's just a brief sparkle, but it looks metallic, and perhaps important.]
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\(else:)[Your nose catches an odd scent, one you don't recognize. It's very fish-like, but not entirely unpleasant. A few hundred feet or so you notice a large puddle of white slime; The smell is pungent from here, and you catch the glimpse of something beneath the sludgy pool, it looks metallic, and perhaps important.]
[Pull it? ]<Key|(click:?Key)[(if:$raunchymode is 1)[You shove your hand into the large mound, and pull out what appears to be a key! Your arm reeks of dung now, though.](else:)[You pull the sleeves of your suit up and plunge an arm down into the puddle, finding it to be surprisingly thick to the touch. You pull out a key! Your arm smells odd now, though.]\
(set:$MinoKey to 1)(set:$smell to 1)]
[[Keep going|CavePuzzle4]]
[[Turn back|CavePuzzleMino]]You keep walking through the long and drawn-out corridor, admiring the well-chiseled symbols on the walls, when you see the brief reflection of a pair of eyes about two hundred feet in the distance, just about nine feet up in the air being your rough estimate. Human eyes don't reflect light, so that should be a pretty solid clue.
[[Extinguish the torch|CavePuzzle5]]
[[Remain still|MinoOV]]
[[Flee|MinoPreCum]]The torch clatters to the ground as you turn around and dart for the exit; Loud and booming footfalls echoing behind you as you sprint with all your might. You do manage to keep pace for quite a few minutes, but eventually the creature cuts the distance with its larger gait and manages to pick you up from your torso without much resistance nor effort.
With a gasp, you begin flailing in the total darkness, your soundless assailant taking away your sense of gravity as well, you feel a hot, sticky substance at your feet as a passage of some sort is opened beneath you. You start protesting, finding it hard with the large hand pressed over your face, and find your voice come back to you only when you're up to your abdomen in this tight, tubular passage.
You bring your arms to your sides and try prying yourself out of this contraption when a giant finger presses down on your head, shoving you forcefully into this slimy chamber; Your hands stick out from the tip, but they soon join the rest of you in this musky, humid slide.
[[Next|MinotaurCum]]You shimmy up to a wall and lock up your limbs, doing your best effort to remain motionless; You look towards the figure that slowly lumbers its way through the hallway, trying real hard to control your breath as the beast closes the distance to you. The reflection from your still-going torch on its eyes makes it too difficult to tell if its looking at you or not, and you find yourself gulping a few times in fear as it comes into view. Its body resembles that of a minotaur, sans the hooves; Most of its body is a jet black mess of fur, matted at different places, its horns come out the sides and curl all the way up and inwards, almost converging just above the head. This ten-feet behemoth occupies almost an entire half of the passage with its thick, musclebound body. Judging from the giant piece of meat hanging between its legs, *its a he.*
The loud stomping subsides as the head of the minotaur cranes over to you, and it takes a knee right in front of you, still a few feet higher. Your body locks up as it shoots you with a quizzical, oddly humane look, before a hand grabs you by the torso. The torch clatters noisily to the ground, slowly extinguishing out as you're lifted up and hovered over the slowly gaping maw of the minotaur. You flail, sure, but that only makes the giant lose his grasp on you and you plummet into the awaiting void below, which quickly takes you in with a gulp.
You flop and slide between the large, slimy tongue and the back of the throat as your body descends quickly through his throat, getting yourself absolutely coated in drool in the process; You eventually slow down when you reach the essophagus, trying your best to crawl your way out, but the slick walls only stretch out and quicken your descent.
[[Next|MinoStomach]]A loud gurgle and a squelch welcome you to the stomach's entrance, and you're deposited nonchalantly with a slimy splash, feeling as slime sprays down on you from the appendage above. This chamber is somewhat tight, and already half-full with a warm, tingly liquid. You know what it is. You have to escape.
(if:$matches is >0)[[Try to light a match?]<LightMatch|(click:?LightMatch)[(set:$matches to it -1)
You see what you'd expect, the slick stomach walls oozing with digestive fluids, most of which converge around your ankles, and two different passages, one heading to the top, where you came from, and one off to the side, probably leading deeper into the minotaur.
[[Move deeper inside|MinoStomach2]]
[[Try to climb your way back|MinoThroat]]]](else:)[[[Look for a way out|MinoDigestion]]]
(if:$Crowbar is 1)[[[Crowbar your way out|MinoCrowbar]]]You take a deep breath before shoving yourself up the slimy, stretchy opening, and manage to not only pull yourself up, but plant both feet on the sides of the muscle, properly boosting yourself up a few feet up the digestive tract. A loud gurgle echoes through the muffled organs as you try your best to get farther up the beast, and feel a rush of air around you as a massive burp tosses you up and into the minotaur's maw. You feel your body slump against a large pool of saliva, and a big tongue prodding against your entire body. The hard surface of teeth behind you.
With all of your strength, you try to get some decent footing and attempt to force the jaws open, finding very little leverage. The minotaur is holding them fast, and soon enough, his tongue slams onto your back, pushing you down onto the slimy pool of drool below.
An hour or so passes, every attempt of you to move anywhere immediately met with the pressure of the giant tongue above you, your choices are pretty sparse. You eventually find your body to respond to you again, though it feels oddly bulky; You can definitely move it, left, right, up and down... but that's about it. A ray of hope lights you as the maw opens out, and you worm your way out of the beast, your slimy new body hovering and hanging out to look at the minotaur that owns you now. It licks its chops with your new form, before you retreat back inside your new home, enjoying your stay as nothing more than an extra foot to his thick tongue.Surgically, you manage to plant both arms inside the puckered-up muscle and pry it open, shoving your slimy form inside. The passage immediately comes to a drop, and you effortlessly slide down an entire foot or so, before slowing down on the more intricate corners of the passage. Your journey through the minotaur's intestines is lengthy and bumpy, culminating in your body coming to a stop right on a large, saggy chamber somewhere along its intestines.(if:$raunchymode is 1)[ Thick pools of warm refuse greet you as you are nonchalantly squeezed into one, most of your form absolutely soaked in minotaur shit now.] It can't be another stomach, you think.
(if:$raunchymode is 1)[[[Investigate the feces|MinoShitTF]]]
[[Push Deeper|MinoExit]]
(if:$raunchymode is 1)[You slide into the next passage, finding the amount of dung to only be increasing by now; Several passages are clogged up with crap to the point that you have no choice but to spear right through them. The foul smell is humid and thick, you could probably see the brown fumes if you had any vision whatsoever.](else:)[You slide yourself into the next passage, worming your way through a sizeable portion of the beast's intestines. The musky air is humid and thick, but breathable nonetheless; Some of the walls stick to your skin and suit and try to slow you down, but you manage to push forward and rip off whatever grasp its trying to hold on you.]
(if:$raunchymode is 1)[Your body squelches up in a large mound of shit, which thoroughly encases you in the hot, solid mess. You try to wriggle yourself forwards, but find a thicker wall completely blocking your path, your hands try to pry it open, the filthy air making you a bit light headed as you do your best to breathe in this foul opening; Ten minutes or so pass before your exhaustion, combined with the lack of air drives your body into unconsciousness.](else:)[You eventually come to a stop as a large, wrinkly wall blocks your passage. The musky chamber seems to come to a dead end altogether; You push and try to find an opening, probing around the muscle with both arms, the tube-like passage slowly closing in on you. You let out a pitiful gasp as your squeezed up form slips into unconsciousness, aided by your current level of exhaustion.](set:$smell to 1)
[[Next|MinoExitLair]]You jam the solid bar into the walls of the stomach, finding them to be surprisinly sturdy, and get quite a few good hits in; The walls seem to squirt hot slime onto both you and your tool, but you don't let up. You feel like you're making progress, when the crowbar snaps violently into two, the midsection completely corroded by whatever liquid squirted out. You push both hands into the small opening, trying to find any type of leverage to get out of the stomach, when the entire chamber begins jostling violently. You're thrown left and right around the stomach, liquids splashing all around you; You panic once you feel your suit begin to tear away at places, and look for the hole you made once again. You spend a dozen minutes searching, but your compass is completely thrown off, and by the time you find the broken pieces of the crowbar, they're melted into tiny little slivers of iron. The room seems to close up on your weakened form, and all you can do is fitfully press against the slimy walls, your body slowly being suspended in the minotaur's digestive fluids.
(if:$scatmode is 1)[[[Next|MinotaurDisposal]]]You plunge into the mess, rummaging through the hot, stinky piles for any weapon or tool possibly wielded by a previous victim of the minotaur, and find a solid bar in the depths of this mound. You pull, but it is held tightly by the mass of shit, a good few feet in; You plant both of your feet inside the mound and begin digging, the jostling chamber causing you to fall a few times into the dung. You groan, most of your body absolutely caked in the hot mess by now, but you manage to fish out whatever was inside! It's some sort of metallic quarterstaff, you can't tell anything else, given that you have zero light of any type.
You take a deep breath, albeit a humid and stinky one, and start making your way deeper; Your legs, however, appear to be unresponsive. You lean against one of the mucky walls and try to lift yourself up, but end up stumbling down and back into the pile. You groan once more, but it comes out as more of a blurble, and this time you find your arms to be unresponsive as well. Panic begins to set into you, hearing the sick squelches and crackling of your form settling into the pile. You turn face-up and bring your arm up, and feel as it splats all over your face, thoroughly transformed into shit. Your mind doesn't get a lot of time to process this information, as it is currently being also turned into the minotaur's refuse.
A few minutes pass, and you manage to lift yourself up. Your mucky form flops from wall to wall, waddling over to the next passage, the only thing distinguishing you from the rest of the piles of crap being the latex bodysuit you manage to keep together with your shitty, new form.
(set:$scatformed to 1)[[Next|MinotaurDisposal]](if:$raunchymode is 1)[You wake up to the still and humid smell of fresh horse fertilizer all around you, suspended in a thick casing of it. The crackling, squelching mass loses shape as you begin moving, falling to one side and spilling its contents all over the floor: you.](else:)[You wake up in the cold, your body not being battered left and right by a giant predator's bowels this time around, and lift yourself up; The first thing your notice is how much you smell of Minotaur insides.]
You stand, taking in the cold, outside world as dark as it is. You're still somewhere on this metallic passage, you think, as you begin fumbling about in the dark, getting your bearings. You trip a few times until you find a wall, and following it, also find what appears to be an anchored torch through an indent on the wall; In said indent, you find what appears to be a tinderbox. Relief washes over you as, through the span of a few minutes, manage to flood the chamber with light.
[[Next|MinoLair]]You begin pushing against the slick walls, your vision completely taken away from you in this pitch black passage. You fumble around your belt, but find no matches to be in your person, and your mind goes into a panic. It doesn't stay there for long, as the liquids building up your ankles begin to tear away at your suit, you probe all of the walls in a frenzy, finding a small alcove you can climb into. You pull yourself up and slide into it, but with your lack of vision fail to notice the plunging passage that slides you past this chamber and into a tighter pool beneath. Your struggles are in vain, as this room closes up hard on you, the tight flesh pressing against your every pore. The air is wrung out of you as the liquid weakens your form by the minute; Your body finds no other choice and slips into unconsciousness.
(if:$scatmode is 1)[[[Next|MinotaurDisposal]]](else:)[
The beast idly scratches his gut, as the last of your form disperses into fat, building up into the mighty minotaur's muscles. All that's left is a small latex suit left in tatters, belched up by the creature.]Bird Lewds! Will probably add a lot of options here.The knocks are heavy and bassy, resonating through the inside and reverberating. A few moments pass before the imposing piece of wood opens before you, revealing a well-adorned foyer. The floor is a sparkling checkerboaard pattern, waxed to near perfection; A pair of chandeliers seem to float above the chamber, and in front of you stands what appears to be a pink-skinned male. Lithe in nature, human-looking save for the two horns protruding from the scalp and flowing to the back and inwards. He shoots you a friendly smirk as he motions you to step inside, darting back to the desk that's standing on the very edge of the foyer and rummaging behind it for a bit.
You spend a few minutes admiring the beautifully engraved ceiling and walls, your vision coming to rest on the landscape painting in front of you. It seems like a village, Zipping the suit completely open, you take a step back as the hot liquid spreads throghout the grass below, withering some of it as it coats the earth, and you can't help but to scoop up a handful of it and shove it in your mouth. A few minutes pass as most of the fluids seems to leave your clothing, and zip it up on you. It still reeks of demon cum(if:$raunchymode is 1)[, and you still reek of demon shit]; But it'll do for now.
(set:$corruption to it +1)
[[Next|Forest]]You shiver for a bit, the cold air being a sharp contrast with your recent experiences, and fold the bulging suit in half and under your arm, carrying it with you back to the pond. The chilly nature of this forest wasn't this apparent until you were naked for so long on it, it almost seems unnaturally cold.
Your thoughts are cut short by a heavy snap a few trees away, just beyond your vision. A sharp growl drives the point across rather well, and you take off into a sprint, your suit flopping down onto the grass behind you.
You make it a few yards before being roughly tackled by a large, furred beast, that sends you down onto the ground harshly. You struggle, and feel a shifting weight as you turn face-up to your assailant, finding a thick, canine rump before you, stained in a disgusting brown mucus, before slamming down against your face. You squirm to no avail, feeling your body pitifully worm its way inside of your predator's slimy rump, your world turning into a hot, thumping chamber of feces.<script>$('tw-story').addClass('no-navigation')</script>\
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(***Put in Stylesheet for it to work properly***)This is a text adventure that was made on Twine 2.1, using the Harlowe engine! It is very much an adult piece of fiction with various fixations on several kinks and general debauchery. You'll find a lot of vore. You will **not** find explicit statements of death.
Things on the base game:
* Vore!: Unbirth, Oral Vore, Anal Vore, Cock Vore, Absorption, and a few weirder ones.
* Transformation: Cock-Transformation, some inanimate, general bad ending-related transformations.
* *Soft* digestion/bad endings: Anything pertaining to unsavory endings to the player's journey.
* Grey-line sexual intercourse: No active resisting, but most things are probably going to be forced upon the player.
* Feral/Insects: All types of odd creatures predate the realm; Keep an open mind.
* Hyper & Extreme insertions: No permanent damage, just big things going into small things, and sometimes viceversa.
* Size difference: Big. Maybe small.
Things blocked out by the Scat and Raunchy tags! (Enable them in the filters to view)
(if:$scatmode is 1)[* Disposal: The unsavory endings of the player's journey. No bones, however.]
(if:$raunchymode is 1)[* Scatplay: You ever see the Jurassic Park mound of feces scene? It's like that, but a lot.
Unhygienic scenarios: Smegma, body odor, and bad lifestyle choices. No diseases, though.
Terrible fates: A great deal of creatures wish to ](set:$matches to 10)matches $matches
(set:$crowbar to 1)crowbar $crowbar
[raunchymode]<Raunch|(click:?Raunch)[(set:$raunchymode to 1) $raunchymode]
[scat]<Scat|(click:?Scat)[(set:$scatmode to 1) $scatmode]
(set:$playerstrength to 1)strength $playerstrength
(display: "mountain")
[smell]<smell|(click:?smell)[(set:$smell to 1) $smell]
[Minokey]<Minokey|(click:?Minokey)[(set:$Minokey to 1) $Minokey]
[[CavePuzzle5]]
[[MinoLair]]You're very glad that your suit is not flammable, as you bring the torch and cover it with your arm, effectively extinguishing it without much damage; Darkness reigns over the hallway as your only source of light ceases to exist, and you slowly put the dead torch on the ground, your form pushed up against the wall to take as little space as possible. A couple of agonizing minutes pass, eventually your feet feel the vibrations of something stomping *very* close to you, your eyes instinctively closing as you do your best to look away.
The low stomping seems to stop near you, and you feel a large blow of wind rushes past you, originating from right above you. It sounds like a deep sniff, you gather.
(if:$smell is >0)[Present your (if:$raunchymode is 1)[filthy](else:)[slimy] arm up to the beast, [[maybe?|CavePuzzle6]]]
[[fYour form shrinks down to a corner as you present your arm forwards, doing your best to conceal the rest of your body. A few hard, drawn-out sniffs fill this dark hallway as the minotaur breathes out a couple of times, before standing up and beggining to walk away. You give out a silent sigh of relief as you feel the creature lose interest in you; And wait a few minutes before lighting your torch back up, looking around you, and finally pushing onwards.
Your scenery changes as you finally find a break in the extremely long hallway, encountering a giant doorway that leads to a flaired-up chamber of sorts.
[[Next|MinoLair]]Decorations and sarcofagi fill up the oval-shaped room, some sort of sacrificial altar standing in the middle. None of these symbols or figures seem familiar to you, at all. (if:$raunchymode is 1)[This place reeks. The scent of refuse both fresh and old permeates this ancient chamber, and y](else:)[Y]ou can quickly notice fresh piles of still-steaming white goop, somewhat clear in nature. You can make out feathers, little tufts of fur, and some shredded clothing every now and then(if:$raunchymode is 1)[, the giant piles of dung also sport some bits of clothing, albeit much less than the other ones].
You can see a torch firmly anchored to the entrance, and a few more of them affixed to different walls as the room progresses.
[Turn on the torches?]<Torch|(click:?Torch)[ The room flares up as light takes over the chamber.]
[Inspect the sarcoffagus?]<Sarcoffagus|(click:?Sarcoffagus)[ You open some of the metallic, intricate coffins, revealing (if:$raunchymode is 1)[Thick heaps of dung all crammed into one singular box. It immediately slides down on you, staining your lower half.](else:)[shreds of cloths, some of them more brightly colored by the rest. A thick, sticky substance coating all of it.]]
[Inspect the sacrificial chamber?]<Chamber|(click:?Chamber)[ You glance at the stone slab raised up on the center of the chamber, finding it to be surprisingly smooth and clean. A small chest lays in here, seemingly kept shut by an affixed lock on the front.
(if:$crowbar is 1)[[Pry it open?]<lockcrowbar|](click:?lockcrowbar)[ With a loud snap, the tool's tip breaks off. It's still serviceable, but this lock appears to be pretty damn solid.]
(if:$Minokey is >0)[[Attempt to unlock it?]<Minokey|]](click:?Minokey)[ The lock easily clicks open, the latches falling to either side as you lift up the chest's contents. Some of them are indecipherable notes and pages from a larger tome, there's some old, alien jewelry in here along with a small wand of sorts. You pocket them all. (set:$wand to 1)(set:$treasure to it + 1)]
[Inspect the piles of goop(if:$raunchymode is 1)[ and refuse]?]<goop|(click:?goop)[ (if:$raunchymode is 1)[You plunge your arms into the soft, warm piles and dig for a while, retrieving](else:)[You pick the most crowded-looking puddle of white, plunging forwards and retrieve] quite a few ancient-looking coins of different materials, as well as a sturdy-looking set of leather armor. It looks well kept, albeit a tad ill-fitting(set:$treasure to it + 1)(if:$raunchymode is 1)[, and pretty coated in shit]. [Put it on?]<Armor|](click:?Armor)[ You slide the (if:$raunchymode is 1)[nasty ]piece of clothing on you, latching on the chestpiece properly. You have leather armor on!(set:$armor to 1)]
[[All done|MinoLairLeave]]As you begin heading out, you find a lamp-head with a few bolts and nuts on the bottom, seems like it's a torch dimmer that's supposed to go on the top of it. You affix it to your torch, finding the complex machinery to be very useful for keeping a low profile.
Your journey back is slow and careful, with a few sounds driving you on edge a couple of times. You do, however, manage to slip by seemingly unnoticed by the large minotaur prowling the hallways. You eventually find your way back to the cave entrance, the lamp falling to your side as you finally exit the pitch-black environment and fall to your knees in exhaustion. You get temporally blinded from the sunlight in front of you.
(set:$CaveExplored to 1)(set:$playerstrength to 0)(if:$bird is >0)[You're going to need some resting after this.
You looted:(if:$Minokey is 1)[ a well-made, metallic key,](if:$armor is 1)[ a leather chestpiece,](if:$treasure is <0)[ some pieces of jewelry,](if:$wand is 1)[ a wand,] an intricate lamp hood, and that's it.
[[Next|mountain]]](if:$bird is 0)[You're about to stand back up and make your way down the mountain, when a weight pushes you down to the ground, making you eat dirt. With your weak form, you can't really resist as you're pulled away and into another cave, your exhausted self passing out on the process by sheer exhaustion.
[[Next|CaveForced]]](set:$smithrope to 1)
The blacksmith tosses you a few feet of rope, and as you walk around the anvil to thank him, earn a grope on your crotch; He looks pretty pent up.
[[Take him up on the offer|SmithSex]]
[[Maybe not now|SmithDismiss]]Double-click this passage to edit it.The candlelit atmosphere of this pawnshop is fine, if a bit mysterious. A few items lay in display, none of them really useful at all. A half-tattered, brightly colored flag, with an inscription plate beneath, it's probably historical; Pill-shaped batteries of some sort, in a giant canister; A thick club, *that* might be useful.
Your perusing is interrupted by the figure standing behind the counter; A 7 foot, very bulky-looking elephant man stands, hands clasped in front of his face, elbows resting on the counter. Seems he's willing to talk money.
(if:$crowbar is >0 or $jewelry is >0 or $Minokey is >0 or $Armor is >0 or $matches is >0)[[[Do some tradin'|Pawn Shop]]](else:)[He's not interested on what you've got right now.
[[Shucks.|town]]](if:$crowbar is 1)[[Trade away your crowbar?]<Crowbar|
](if:$matches is >0)[[Trade away your matches?]<Matches|
](if:$Jewelry is >0)[[Sell some jewelry?]<Jewelry|
](if:$Armor is >0)[[Sell your armor?]<Armor|
][[Flirt up a deal?|Elephant]]
[[Cancel the deal|town]]
[[Accept|PawnComplete]]The creature eyes you up and down, its trunk flaring a small exhale while he also inspects your wares. You lean up the counter, doing the best a human possibly can to appeal to a giant elephant-man; Whatever you're doing, it works, as the trunk idly slaps you on the cheek. He leans down and retrieves a key, unlocking the side door leading past the counter, before heading back and up the stairs to the second floor of this building.
[[Head up|Elefuck]]
[[Snoop a little|Elesteal]]Your poke your head around the back of the shop, finding drawers and shelves full of trinkets and such; A golden, slightly glowing bracelet catches your eyes in here, and upon further inspection, it appears to be of similar technology to your wristwatch(if:$PT is 0)[, which is currently inactive].
[[Take it and leave|EleStealBad]]
[[Go up|Elefuck]]
[[Leave|town]]You snatch the bracelet, pocket it, and vault over and out of the store, managing a pretty easy escape with the odd artifact. You give it a once-over, noticing it's got a black bar on the very front, seems to be depleted of whatever its energy is. (set:$bracelet to 1)(set:$elephant to "bad")
[[Cool|town]]This elephant likes fancy, the upstairs room is flaired up with all manners of silks and decorations, most of them either red or gold, giving the place an old king's quarters feel. The bulky male lays at the foot of the bed, one leg pulled up and around his other leg, properly concealing his crotch away from you, though you can see the very edge of black, silk-looking panties.
[[Get funky|Elefuck2]]
[[Maybe another time|town]]You discard your bodysuit to the side, climbing up to your knees on the bed, before laying next to the elephant. The bedroom eyes fixate on you, and you fixate on them before trailing through his large belly, and down to the surprisingly small bulge in his pants, still sizeable enough though.
Climbing on the big 'phant, you grind a bit against his crotch, his large hands caressing your hips and taking in your curves as you do. You're about to spread down on the bulge, when a hand idly pushes you down against it. You follow it, slowly pulling the fine underwear off with delicate motions, and revealing what you thought would be the elephant's manhood; Instead, a melon-sized, bulged-up pair of female lips sit there, soaked in a thick layer of fluids. You look back to the shopkeep as he gives a small smirk your way, and don't really give it much thought before diving into his cunt.
Your mouth can't quite close around the entire bulk of his nethers, so you slowly suckle from top to bottom, the juices flowing into and around you like an open fruit. A low moan of approval sounds out from above you, and you do your best effort to keep the man...lady? satisfied.
A pair of powerful thighs close around your upper body, pulling you up and towards the elephant's chest, before he turns over on top of you, meaty arms on either side of your head. His oversized peach hangs dripping over your manhood, but he's not yet taking action.
[[Put the dick in the coot|Elephant Sex]]
[[Play around with his trunk|Elephant Trunk]]
[[Pull yourself back down and keep lickin'|Elephant Cunt]]
[[Just kinda sit there|Elephant top]]With a soft *squish*, you feel as your member is encased in the large elephant cunt, the hot, slimy surface immediately sending a shiver down your spine, one of pure pleasure; As you begin thrusting and instinctively put your hands on his hips, your moans melt like butter in this soft embrace, as every hump you make sends you a little closer to bursting. You have to stop yourself several times to not blow too early, and your legs and abdomen are completely covered in his juices. You look up for the first time in quite a while, and are presented with an odd visage; You've never seen an elephant with humane expressions, and you've definitely *never* seen an anthropomorphic elephant with a lust-driven expression of pleasure. Guess that there's first times for everything, you think as you thrust yourself harder and harder into this unlikely partner, feeling your inhibitions jump ship as you begin to lose yourself. Your orgasm comes just as hard as the elephant's, as he slams down on your hips a few times, locking onto your face in a deep, sloppy kiss. Your hips involuntarily buckle in this moment of unadulterated bliss, your form nothing but putty for the elephant to enjoy.
As the final few moments of bliss die down, you slump back onto the bed, a stupid grin of pleasure washing over your face, as all your eyes lock into is a single strand of saliva between your mouth and the grey creature's maw.
This might get you a discount, you think.(set:$elephant to "good")
[[Next|Pawn]]The creature approaches you, one of its thin legs swiping the counter with a rag as he makes eye contact with you; His voice is a bit raspy, but the robot doing the translation is raspier "What can I do for you?"
[Ask about an Inn?]<Inn|(click:?Inn)[
"We do offer an inn! Base price is 2 coins a night. The water is free, by the way."(set:$bart to it + 1)]
[Ask about this place?]<Place|(click:?Place)[
His head cocks to the side "You mean the bar? Family business, when my mother passed away two hundred or so years ago, the bar went down the chain. I reckon I'm keepin' it in check. Boys out back tend to get out of control, which is why I hired [Bessy.]<Bessy|"(click:?Bessy)[
"Bessy?" You ask.
"Oh yes, she's usually workin' in the kitchen with cleaning and whatnot, she likes the quiet; She ain't afraid of crackin' these boys's EEEEEEE--"
Your translator glitches out, but you got the jist of it.(set:$bessy to "known")(set:$bart to it + 1)]]
[About dangers]<Dangers|(click:?Dangers)[
"Past the woods is huntin' territory, I recommend not steppin' in there least you've either got the taste for blood or a strong desire to be someone's (if:$scatmode is 1 or $raunchymode is 1)[coil a' shit](else:)[gut paddin'] for the night."(set:$bart to it + 1)]
[Getting money]<Money|(click:?Money)[
He emmits a high, gravely shriek, which can only be interpreted as laughter "The woods, if you're brave. There's definitely work to be made in here, otherwise, or you can talk around the peoplefolk around. Your kind is exotic, and some of these fellas like exotic." He leans in with a wink, before grabbing a glass and idly cleaning it.(set:$bart to it + 1)]
(set:$bartalk to "full")
[[Back|bar]]In the far back sit a rowdy assortment of species, mostly male in gender; Most notable is the large anthropomorphic dinosaur-esque figure, what you figure was a T-Rex in your world long ago; A well-toned zebra, and a pair of gnoll-like males, nearly identical in appearance. Their hides are darkened and you see some sweat at the edge of their heads, seems like they're on break of whatever job they have on this town.
From back here you can also see the large, hippo-like female working in the kitchen,(if:$Bessy is "known")[ (Bessy, you assume)] occasionally glancing towards the group on the back from the tiny window separating that room. Her gaze fixates on you for a moment, and she hurriedly nudges with her head to get out of here, a worried look turning back at the group of males every once in a while. Seems like you shouldn't be here.
[[Approach the group|BarBoys]]
[[Head back|bar]]
[[Head to the bathroom|Bathroom]]With a slight creak, the wooden door swivels close on this attached outhouse. There's about five or so small rooms with doors and latches spanning the length of this hallway, a couple of simple wooden windows looking out and possibly serving as ventilation in this bathroom.
(if:$raunchymode is 1)[The smell of manure is almost palpable from here, with the sighting of the average male or female leaving the room a stinking, humid mess. You hear a particularly gross set of squelches echo from the back room, a very light curtain of fumes coating the bottom of the door as you approach it.
[[Check it out|PigScat]]]
[[Head back|BarLook]]
You can get in a stall if you'd like.
[Yes]<1|
(click:?1)[You can administer your filters here.
Scat mode is currently (if:$scatmode is 1)[ON](else:)[OFF] [Toggle Scat]<scat|(click:?scat)[(if:$scatmode is 1)[(set:$scatmode to 0)](else:)[(set:$scatmode to 1)]]
Raunchy mode is currently (if:$raunchymode is 1)[ON](else:)[OFF] [Toggle Raunchy mode]<raunchymode|(click:?raunchymode)[(if:$raunchymode is 1)[(set:$raunchymode to 0)](else:)[(set:$raunchymode to 1)]]
]You put your ear to the door, the smell of fresh filth easy to perceive in here, and hear very soft grunting, prodding at the handle on the door and finding it to be unlocked. Slowly, you peek your head in, finding the peculiar visage of a fat, sweat-ridden male pig, arms against the door banister as his behind lets loose a foul torrent of brown slime; Most of it catches on the edge of the hole or just straight-up misses, and the mess accumulates on the creature's shins and slowly worms its way out and to the hallway.
His gaze looks up at you, and it is very easy to tell that he's flustered with his current set of circumstances, as his arms do the best they can to support his entire weight, the squelching mess building behind him by the second; He's in no position to object or question you.
[[Massage his belly|PigMassage]]
[[Jack him off|PigJerk]]
(if:$corruption is >0)[[[Fuck him|PigFuck]]]
(if:$corruption is >3)[[[Eat his ass|PigShit]]]You lean forwards and support yourself on the massive pig belly in front of you, making him wobble a little bit under this new weight. Your front is immediately coated with a thick layer of sweat as you bring both hands down and begin rubbing his giant, rumbling gut; A few thick, cacophonous farts ring out from under him, soaking the stall in the thick, humid scent of manure. You push harder, hands sinking every so often under the thick folds of fat that make your companion moan in relief, the pace of his produce increasing exponentially. You're about to back away, content with your job, when a thick, sweaty arm grabs you from your behind and shoves you face-first into the slimy, glistening stomach of his. Your protest is somewhat muffled, as most of your head is caked in sweat by now, but you continue massaging nonetheless; A few appreciative gurgles and groans echoing from the overworking gut beneath.
You eventually feel the grip of the pig subside, and back away towards the doorframe, looking at a slightly more relieved pig than before. He's still shittin' up a storm, though.
[[Back|Bathroom]]You fall to your knees, cupping the mammal's oversized balls, which elicit a confused moan from him; The constant sounds of heavy manure dropping just a feet or so next to you coating the room in the smell of a pig farm. Once you've teased the pig enough to the point where he's somewhat erect, you begin jacking him off, your spare hand trailing through his nutsack and making him shiver with delight. You see his fat behind wiggle and ripple with pleasure as he tries his best not to fall over in his overworked state, and hear as the sound of pig shit intensifies just behind him, beads of sweat running all over his body. The air is stained by now, as the dire creature has no choice but to buck his hips forwards in sheer bliss.
After a few minutes of a slow, methodical jerking, you hear a long whinny take over the stall as cum surges forwards, caking the locked stall door behind you. The creature falls a bit limp on his forearms, a few drops of sweat landing on your head from the massive, sweaty boy as he gives a drawn-out sigh of relief. He's still shittin' up a storm, though.
[[Back|Bathroom]]You saunter through the side of the massive pig, having to push yourself through sweaty folds to get to the other side, and are immediately greeted with heaping piles of shit coating most of the wall, edges of the hole, and you position yourself right behind the pig, feeling the soft plaps of slimy porcine feces against your crotch as you begin diving into the disgusting hole before you. The stretched-out, pink hole easily takes your entire length in, provoking a small yelp from the creature as refuse begins piling up on and around your member, trickling down your thighs. You begin thrusting inwards, grabbing onto the pig's sweaty frame as it begins coating you in a solid film of grime, and give out a near-primal moan to the feel of the hot, slimy porcine depths against your eager cock.
You're quick to lose yourself inside this beast, feeling as every thrust sends a shiver of pleasure up your body, as well as the pig's, who is doing nothing more than moaning at this depraved act of pure hedonism; Your cum isn't really noticed by the pig, as he just shits out some off-white slurry immediately afterwards, coating your already stained lower regions. You disengage and fall on the back wall, heaving from exhaustion. The creature is still crapping, but appears to do so at a faster rate, seems you've helped it.
(set:$pigshit to it + 1)[[Back|BathroomClean]]You sit up from the raised stone formation, wiping some sweat from your forehead as you look towards the cave entranceThe creature approaches you, one of its thin legs swiping the counter with a rag as he makes eye contact with you; His voice is a bit raspy, but the robot doing the translation is raspier "What can I do for you?"
[Ask about an Inn?]<Inn|(click:?Inn)[
"We do offer an inn! Base price is 2 coins a night. The water is free, by the way."(if:$bart is <4)[(set:$bart to it + 1)]]
[Ask about this place?]<Place|(click:?Place)[
His head cocks to the side "You mean the bar? Family business, when my mother passed away two hundred or so years ago, the bar went down the chain. I reckon I'm keepin' it in check. Boys out back tend to get out of control, which is why I hired [Bessy.]<Bessy|"(click:?Bessy)[
"Bessy?" You ask.
"Oh yes, she's usually workin' in the kitchen with cleaning and whatnot, she likes the quiet; She ain't afraid of crackin' these boys's EEEEEEE--"
Your translator glitches out, but you got the jist of it.(set:$bessy to "known")(if:$bart is <4)[(set:$bart to it + 1)]]]
[About dangers]<Dangers|(click:?Dangers)[
"Past the woods is huntin' territory, I recommend not steppin' in there least you've either got the taste for blood or a strong desire to be someone's (if:$scatmode is 1 or $raunchymode is 1)[coil a' shit](else:)[gut paddin'] for the night."(if:$bart is <4)[(set:$bart to it + 1)]]
[Getting money]<Money|(click:?Money)[
He emmits a high, gravely shriek, which can only be interpreted as laughter "The woods, if you're brave. There's definitely work to be made in here, otherwise, or you can talk around the peoplefolk around. Your kind is exotic, and some of these fellas like exotic." He leans in with a wink, before grabbing a glass and idly cleaning it.(if:$bart is <4)[(set:$bart to it + 1)]]
[[Back|bar]]You fall to your knees and grab the hefty, girthy tool with both hands, feeling the pulsating heat course through your arm, making you immensely horny the longer you stare at the steaming cock. Without wasting any time, you wrap the cockhead in your mouth, slowly building up speed and confidence to take most of it in, when a pair of arms grab you by the shoulder and spear you all the way to the bottom, sending a meaty pole all the way down your essophagus. You gurgle in protest, but get no response other than the constant thrusting of your form against the demon's dong, feeling your throat eventually start to bulge with his cum.
Your body is pulled until your lips are on the creature's hilt, kissing the top of his tensing balls while the demon unloads a large batch of seed down your organism. You feel the throbbing cock slowly pull back until its spraying thick jets of cum onto your face, chest, and hair, receiving a gratified groan from the demon in front of you. It stares you down with a pair of fiery red eyes, before turning tail and walking away.
Your exhausted form, still gasping for air, falls back onto the pool of seed as some gallons of it leak out your throat, hiccupping a bit.
[[Next|Deepwoods corruption back 3]]
(set:$corruption to it +1)The taste of demon jism is well settled into your throat and stomach by now, but you manage to shake off your lustful stupor and climb onto your suit again, rubbing the full gut of yours as you walk back towards the woods.
[[Next|DeepWoods]]You drop down to your knees and present your ass to the demon, who takes no time in pulling you up, and all the way down its length. You give out a throaty moan as your insides are quickly filled with a hellish dick, feeling the bulge on your stomach pushing higher and higher; Your stay as a cocksock is very much appreciated by the creature, as it thrusts you up and down its length until you're but a blur on his crotch. You don't notice it cum, but you do notice a geyser of cum escaping from your mouth as it disengages you, dropping you onto a mixed pool of your cum and the demon's. You eagerly swallow some of it, falling to your side as demon sperm erupts from your behind, searing the plant life below.
[[Next|Deepwoods corruption back 2]]
(set:$corruption to it +1)You open up your mouth and begin to greedily lick the filthy hole clean, the creature immediately groaning in response as you push into the disgusting donut before you; It opens up and stretches, strings of greenish sludge oozing for a moment before a thick batch of hellish shit begins escaping its hole, stretching it obscenely as it heads your way. You open your mouth as far as you can and scoop up the nasty muck, feeling as the warm substance worms its way into your throat.
Minutes pass, and the demon is still pushing slimy log after log of shit down you, your belly bulging with coils upon coils of demon refuse, you eventually come to a close as a giant, wet fart sprays a wave of liquid feces all around your face, and you fall to your back in pure exhaustion. Rubbing your steaming, hot belly, you look up at the demon, who looks down at you with a satisfied grin, before walking up to you and placing a grimy foot down on your face, slathering the disgusting brown slime all over you, before walking away.
...He seemed satisfied.
(set:$corruption to it +4)
[[Next|Deepwoods corruption back 4]]It takes you a bit to settle in with your new meal, but you manage to rest up enough to feel the thick, outlined logs inside your gut eventually begin to lose shape, feeling an empowering sense of heat inside of you that seems to crush any possible sense of shame one would get from eating demon refuse. You give out a throaty shitburp as you climb back onto your suit.
[[Next|DeepWoods]]The insect looks your way as you talk to it, You spend a minute or so cleaning yourself with the meager bucket you're provided of the filthy mixture coating your body, and manage to do so with a shred of dignity.
[[Cool|Bathroom]]
(display:"Bathroom")Your hands softly squeeze the large, sweaty pair of moobs as you saunter around and beneath the pig, feeling thick, hot pieces of dung fall all over your chest, putting both hands on the soft, blubbery pig ass. You take a good look at the winking, slightly bulged-out form of his pucker, easily three inches wide from this perspective, before opening your mouth and sealing the nasty, brown-caked hole with your lips. The immediate stream of brown muck begins pushing into your mouth and down your throat, coating it in hot feces as you begin swallowing log after log of porcine refuse, tongue pushing out and lapping up the stained taint above. You hear a few moans of appreciation as your throat begins stretching out to accomodate for the increasing flow of dung coming your way.
Your lips push hard against the soft donut in front of you, and your hands slip every once in a while, making you push deeper than you intended to, so you instead rest them to the sides, pushing through inches of porcine shit that were coating this entire side of the chamber. You're forced to disengaged once your stomach begs you to stop, falling to your back against the back end of the room. You're bombarded with thick logs of shit that coil all around you, weighing down on you as you stand back up, sliding underneath the pig and emerging on the door banister from beneath. His gaze comes down onto your mucked-up form, your swollen belly, and his cock immediately sends a jet of cum to your midsection. Seems like the pig really likes it dirty.
(set:$pigshit to it +2)
[[Back|BathroomClean]]