Second Chances

(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: $name to (prompt:"Your name?", "Pan")) Without a clear head, you stumble out of the pod, your weak legs immediately causing you to lose balance and fall to the [[grass]]. You reach for your temple, finding a familiar, thin slit you know generally houses a chip. Whatever chip you once had is missing. You muster the strength to get back on your feet, hands idly grasping the [[ground]] as you regain balance. Your knees tremble, but they hold on to the ground still "They still work, at least" you think. Your wristwatch beeps; the symbols read "Low battery, translator disabled". You should probably find some fresh water. [[It's time to move on]] (if:$name is "gimmecheat")[(go-to:"Debug:Minotest")]

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 or [[follow|bunny city]] one of them] (else:) [A click behind you quickly jinxes your thoughts. [[Trouble]].]}

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 away

You 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]]. You could also [[explore|Pondswamp]] the outskirts for anything useful.](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]]. You could also [[explore|Pondswamp]] the outskirts for anything useful.]

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:$PT 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 is surprisingly doughy and malleable. You easily prop him up against a tree, and sigh as your member slips in effortlessly into his butt. A soft squish and subsequent plaps of your hips impacting his butt as you begin plowing the bunny. Moans begin erupting along with you, and you look up to the creature you're assailing, now fully conscious, eyes lulling and closing as a pair of furred hands wrap around your shoulders. His insides are warm, slimy, properly lubricated, even! You feel whatever component runs through his bowels slick your passage easily, and it doesn't take much for you to lose your orgasm inside of the lapine. He leans in for a kiss, and you reciprocate, lost in your stupor as you are. You disengage with a schlop, feeling your lover slowly slump down on the wall, legs in the air as he shows you his thick, creamy aftermath of a hole. He makes a show of putting his entire fist into his messy rear, and then uses that lubrication to begin jacking himself off, eye contact unbroken. You take your leave, a bit surprised that you got more than you expected when plowing an unconscious bunny. [[Next|Forest]]

The drawer creaks open, giving you enough space to pry with your hands and not risk damaging the crowbar. Inside there is a [Matchbox], two [Keys] as well as some gold coins. You take them. (set: $manorkey to 1) (set: $matches to 10) (set: $openaltar to 1)(set:$coins to it +2) [[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: $townvisited to 1) Many houses and more complex pieces of construction litter the open grasslands of this place, an intricate dirt road snaking between all of them and encompassing the areas of most concurrence. Different creatures can be seen walking among what one would assume to be their vicious predators, without a worry on their minds. Towards the far end of town, a thick, constant cloud of black smoke billows up, leading down to what seems to be a (if:$forge is 0)[[[forge|forgefirst]]](else:)[[[forge|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: $barvisited is 0)[a single, two-story tall [[structure|bar]]; Most beings seem to flock around it.](else:)[[[the bar|bar]], the usual chatter clouding the entrance to it.] It might have an inn! Deep within, you can see another gate the town has, leading out and onto another area of the [[grasslands|TownOut]]. (if:$barb is 1)[There's the plain looking building near the edge of town, by a lake. You see a small rowboat and most of the windows seem covered. The Rex told you that this is where they live. [[Approach the home|boyshome]]] (if:$googirl is 1)[ That one goo person lives in the residential area as well. [[Give her a visit?|GooHome]]] [[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. The warmth presses against your skin, permeating you with a strange feeling. Your mind is now more prone to find a sexual outcome to otherwise perilous scenarios. 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 (if:$lab is 0)[[[wait|LabWait]] for your orders. They wouldn’t spend so much money in something that was going to die anyways, right?](else:)[[[wait|HazBad]] for your next orders.]

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 Second Chances! Made by Pan/(link-repeat: "JohnPablo")[(open-url:"https://www.furaffinity.net/user/johnpablo/")] on FA (opens in new tab) you can probably find me in other social sites if you look around enough! Not much you need to know about the game mechanics, but there's an undo button on the top left of the screen! It also has a redo button if there's something to be redone. [[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. The scat toggle toggles **DISPOSAL** content, and the raunchy toggle, toggles **SCATPLAY** content. [[Scat On]](if: $scatmode is 1)[ Disposal is currently ON!](if: $scatmode is 0)[ Disposal 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!] [[Content Warnings/About]] Want your character here? You can commission your spot in this game, by messaging me on Furaffinity/Discord! =><= If you are certain you wish to proceed. [[Continue|Start]] [[Skip Intro|Out]]

(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]]

"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...//" (set: $snakemeet to 1) [[K. Uh. Bye|DeepWoods]]

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. =><= [[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 kinky

it eat you but very veeeery hot an u can esckep ok let me level with you there's a lot in this game but this isn't it I need to get into the "snake eating you" mood so I'll get back to you on this one

You 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. =><= [[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: $raunchymode is 1)[the disgusting visage of a fleshy pink, hulking demon, its body hair rivaling that of an ape; mainly along the armpits, stomach and groin. A thick, flaccid shaft hangs between the tall powerhouse legs, foreskin drooping a good 3 inches from his 2 feet long dong next to your face, as the rest of the body towers a good 9 feet, positioning the groin at a perfect head height. The stink emanating from those pair of basketball-sized nuts is enough to drop all sane thought from your mind, as your jaw hangs open idly, gawking at the creature.](else:)[a 9 foot tall demon, pink and straining with muscles. The thick log of a member a good couple of feet in length, 4 inches width, with basketball sized balls that serve as a pretty good reminder that you will definitely be bloated after this. With the steaming, throbbing cock hovering just a few inches from your face, you can't do much more than just stare at him.] It seems to be expecting something from you. =><= [[Flee|DemonVore]] [[Oral|DemonOral]] [[Anal|DemonAnal]] (if:$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. =><= [[Lick|DemonAssLick]] [[Push in|DemonAssVore]] [[Struggle|DemonAssForced]] ] (else:)[W... What are you doing here? **GET OUT! ITS GROSS**]

=><= **ssssSSSSSSSSSCCCCHHHHLLLLLLLOOOOPPPP** <= 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. =><= (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]]

(if:$spider is "mad")[(go-to:"SpiderMad")](if:$diningvisited is 1)[(if:$spider is not "real mad")[You spot a bright, pearlescent [[orb|DiningScene]] on the center of the dining table.](else:)[You see something out of the corner of your eye scurry off towards a shadow as you enter this place. It looks like a small spider.]] While most of the manor seems to be visibly affected by age, this is the cleanest chamber you've explored so far. The table is finely set, with a few dishes missing here and there, chairs have seen better days, but still function in the general composition of the room. You see a few collapsed-over doorways, possibly leading further in. (if:$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) [[Exit|Manor Entrance]]

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. 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. =><= [[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. =><= [[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:$barvisited is 0)[The heavy air of this place does make you a bit queasy, and you're quick to take the first seat near the main bar to rest your legs for a moment. Rubbing your temple for a moment, you take in your surroundings; A warm glow fills the misty, lively place, ornate chairs and carpets mingle into an aristocratic tone that, to you, brings dissonance to the humble-dressed creatures inside. You look up just in time to see one of what you assume to be a patron of the place; Best judgement is a bipedal praying mantis, holding a small glass of water in one of its claws. Gently, it extends the [[glass|BarWater]] to you, doing its best wink an insect can possibly attempt, before returning to other customers.](else:)[You find your stool on the bar, taking a seat and finding a (if:$PT is 0)[[[glass|BarWater]]](else:)[glass] of water already served to you by the odd insect in charge here. [[Check out the other customers|BarLook]] (if:$googirl is 0)[[[Hang around in the bar|BarGoo]]] (if:$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)

The heavy-built tank of a pig lady sets her tools down and approaches you, the small tank-top bulging against her perky breasts; The only thing concealing her lower regions being a loincloth that bulges slightly. "Heya" A soft voice, surprisingly soft from her frame, but still imposing as a blacksmith can be. She looks kind, but drawing on her patience. [[Looking for work|forgework]] [[Talk|forgetalk]] [[Leave|town]]

(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]] [[Back|bar]]

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. =><= [[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]], [[west]], and [[north]].

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 a 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; (if:$hole is 0)[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.](else:)[A thick bunny tongue pushes through your well-trained, gaping hole, making you feel a little more secure about this next transaction. The bunny, however, decides to go a little deeper and ends up shoving his entire muzzle into you.] 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. (set:$hole to 1) [[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:$dogmarked is 1)[The hot stench of wolf is still clinging to you, mostly around your hair, really.] (if:$corruption is 0)[(set: $corruption to 1)The thick musk radiates off of your skin, permeating you with a strange feeling. Your mind is now more prone to find a sexual outcome to otherwise perilous scenarios.] 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: $matches is > 0)[You put them alongside your (if:$matches is 1)[one match](else:)[$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 bright aura, 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]]]

(if:$weak is 0)[You grab onto the splintered edge of the ceiling, feeling the strong tug of your legs pulling you against gravity, and with a shove, feel the web begin to give. Latching on to one of the support beams, you shove your hips back once again, feeling the snap of the silk as your body returns to you. You have to clutch the beam hard to withstand the sudden change of gravity, and you immediately let go and run away from the room as soon as you have a clear footing, spending a minute or so in removing the tough rope around your ankles.(set:$spider to "mad") (display:"Manor Entrance")](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 of 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|SpiderPlay1.5]] [[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]]

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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. Restart(click:"Restart")[(reload:)]

(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.]] Restart(click:"Restart")[(reload:)]

You slowly shift away from the silhouette, crouching on what you think is a corner to this natural cave, before you begin to hear the thumping of a very large mass walking towards you. You stay in place, holding your breath with all of your might awaiting for the creature to pass you. Your eyes dart around the dark in a panic as the large, cacophonous thuds get louder with each step, when one literally lands next to you. You sigh in relief as you feel the creature walk past you, and that's what you truly believe before a giant, furred foot slams on you, the creature stepping on you accidentally as it walks towards its destination. You try to get one of your limbs to work, but all you feel is this numb tingle across your entire existence. Your thought is cut short by the slamming of your form against the cold stone floor, it causes you to quake before you're lifted back up. You start to realize that you can't hear anything, nor see anything, and you try flexing one of your muscles, one of the minotaur's paw pads. You sigh in your head, thank god, for a second you thought that something had changed, but nope. You're just the minotaur's paw now. Restart(click:"Restart")[(reload:)]

(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.] \ \ \(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. Restart(click:"Restart")[(reload:)]]

Bird Lewds! Will probably add a lot of options here. For now, there's only disappointment in this cave. You couldn't get your dick up.

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, or the remains of one. The buildings are sundered, yet people seem to walk by like there isn't an issue. It's a disconcerting piece. Your wait stops as the creature stands up from their desk, motioning you to follow them through the pink, warm building. "Right this way!" He seems excited, his voice surprisingly high pitched. [[Next|Hell2]]

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. Your fate ends not too many hours later, melting into a giant coil of slimy wolf shit that eventually schlops out of the vicious predator's asshole. A little bit of you sticks to the filthy hole, keeping it lubricated for the next victim; The rest remains on the grass, steaming for the next few minutes.

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 violent resisting, but most things are probably going to be forced upon the player character. * 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: Toiletplay will be a thing, as well as wading within predator's internals, having to swallow unsavory things. * Strange holes: Any hole's a goal. ][[Back|Options]]

[matches]<Matches|(click:?Matches)[(set:$matches to 10) You just gave yourself some matches] [crowbar]<Crowbar|(click:?Crowbar)[(set:$crowbar to 1)You just gave yourself a crowbar] [rope]<Rope|(click:?Rope)[(set:$rope to 100) You just gave yourself some rope] [raunchymode]<Raunch|(click:?Raunch)[(set:$raunchymode to 1) $raunchymode] [scat]<Scat|(click:?Scat)[(set:$scatmode to 1) $scatmode] (set:$playerstrength to 1)strength $playerstrength Coins(click-replace:"Coins")[(set:$coins to 100)You just gave yourself some coins] [smell]<smell|(click:?smell)[(set:$smell to 1) $smell] [Minokey]<Minokey|(click:?Minokey)[(set:$Minokey to 1) $Minokey] [[Custom|DebugRoom]]

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]]] (if:$smell is 0)[(display:"MinoPreCum")]

Your 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-replace:?Torch)[ The room flares up as light takes over the chamber.] [Inspect the sarcoffagus?]<Sarcoffagus|(click-replace:?Sarcoffagus)[ You open some of the metallic, intricate coffins, revealing (if:$raunchymode is 1)[Thick heaps of dung all crammed into one singular box. It immediately slides down on you, staining your lower half.](else:)[shreds of cloths, some of them more brightly colored by the rest. A thick, sticky substance coating all of it.]] [Inspect the sacrificial chamber?]<Chamber|(click-replace:?Chamber)[ You glance at the stone slab raised up on the center of the chamber, finding it to be surprisingly smooth and clean. A small chest lays in here, seemingly kept shut by an affixed lock on the front. (if:$crowbar is 1)[[Pry it open?]<lockcrowbar|](click-replace:?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:$Minokey is >0)[[Attempt to unlock it?]<Minokey|]](click-replace:?Minokey)[ The lock easily clicks open, the latches falling to either side as you lift up the chest's contents. Some of them are indecipherable notes and pages from a larger tome, there's some old, alien jewelry in here along with a small wand of sorts. You pocket them all. (set:$wand to 1)(set:$treasure to it + 1)] [Inspect the piles of goop(if:$raunchymode is 1)[ and refuse]?]<goop|(click-replace:?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:$raunchymode is 1)[, and pretty coated in shit]. [Put it on?]<Armor|](click-replace:?Armor)[ You slide the (if:$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. (if:$corruption is 0)[(set:$corruption to it +1) You feel a warm sensation carry with you on your way out, a strange tingling flowing through your mind. The warmth presses against your skin, permeating you with a strange feeling. Your mind is now more prone to find a sexual outcome to otherwise perilous scenarios. ] (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]]

(if:$elephant is not "bad")[The candlelit atmosphere of this pawnshop is fine, if a bit mysterious. A few items lay in display, none of them really useful at all. A half-tattered, brightly colored flag, with an inscription plate beneath, it's probably historical; Pill-shaped batteries of some sort, in a giant canister; A thick club, *that* might be useful. Your perusing is interrupted by the figure standing behind the counter; A 7 foot, very bulky-looking elephant man stands, hands clasped in front of his face, elbows resting on the counter. Seems he's willing to talk money.(if:$elephant is "good")[ He's also willing to [[talk fuck|Elefuck]]] (if:$crowbar is >0 or $jewelry is >0 or $Minokey is >0 or $Armor is >0 or $matches is >0)[[[Do some tradin'|PawnShop]] [[Nope|town]]](else:)[He's not interested on what you've got right now. [[Shucks|town]]]] (if:$elephant is "bad")[Your wrist painfully retracts to your back as the burly elephant pulls you into a tight grip, immediately walking you back onto town. You try to squirm but can't do a number on the large beast as you're pushed up and onto the stocks. A brief conversation with what appears to be a guard is issued, and out onto the stocks you go. [[Next|Stocks]]]

(if:$crowbar is 1)[[Trade away your crowbar? (2 coins)]<Crowbar|(click:?Crowbar)[(set:$coins to it +2)(set:$crowbar to it -1) You receive 2 coins.] ](if:$matches is >0)[[Trade away your matches? (1 coin)]<Matches|(click:?Matches)[(set:$coins to it +1)(set:$matches to 0) You receive 1 coins.] ](if:$Jewelry is >0)[[Sell some jewelry? (6 coins)]<Jewelry|(click:?Jewelry)[(set:$coins to it +6)(set:$Jewelry to it -1) You receive 6 coins.] ](if:$Armor is >0)[[Sell your armor? (3 coins)]<Armor| ](click:?Armor)[(set:$coins to it +3)(set:$Armor to it -1) You receive 3 coins.](if:$elephant is "good")[[[Flirt with the elephant|Elephant2]]](else:)[[[Flirt up a deal?|Elephant]]] [[Cancel the deal|town]] [[Accept and see the goods|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]]

(if:$elephant is "good")[You jump atop the bulky frame of your lover, locking onto a kiss, as you lean down and grab that plump cunt beneath, feeling the thick lips against your fingers, already soaking with juices.](else:)[You discard your bodysuit to the side, climbing up to your knees on the bed, before laying next to the elephant. The bedroom eyes fixate on you, and you fixate on them before trailing through his large belly, and down to the surprisingly small bulge in his pants, still sizeable enough though. Climbing on the big 'phant, you grind a bit against his crotch, his large hands caressing your hips and taking in your curves as you do. You're about to spread down on the bulge, when a hand idly pushes you down against it. You follow it, slowly pulling the fine underwear off with delicate motions, and revealing what you thought would be the elephant's manhood; Instead, a melon-sized, bulged-up pair of female lips sit there, soaked in a thick layer of fluids. You look back to the shopkeep as he gives a small smirk your way, and don't really give it much thought before diving into his cunt.] Your mouth can't quite close around the entire bulk of his nethers, so you slowly suckle from top to bottom, the juices flowing into and around you like an open fruit. A low moan of approval sounds out from above you, and you do your best effort to keep the man...lady? satisfied. A pair of powerful thighs close around your upper body, pulling you up and towards the elephant's chest, before he turns over on top of you, meaty arms on either side of your head. His oversized peach hangs dripping over your manhood, but he's not yet taking action. [[Put the dick in the coot|Elephant Sex]] [[Play around with his trunk|Elephant Trunk]] [[Pull yourself back down and keep lickin'|Elephant Cunt]] [[Just kinda sit there|Elephant top]] (if:$leash is 1)[[[Put on the leash|Elephant leash]]]

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. (if:$elephant is not "good")[This might get you a discount, you think.](set:$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-replace:?Inn)["We do offer an inn! Base price is 2 coins a night. The water is free, by the way."(set:$bart to it + 1)] [Ask about this place?]<Place|(click-replace:?Place)[His head cocks to the side "You mean the bar? Family business, when my mother passed away two hundred or so years ago, the bar went down the chain. I reckon I'm keepin' it in check. Boys out back tend to get out of control, which is why I hired [Bessy.]<Bessy|"(click-replace:?Bessy)["Bessy?" You ask. "Oh yes, she's usually workin' in the kitchen with cleaning and whatnot, she likes the quiet; She ain't afraid of crackin' these boys's EEEEEEE--" Your translator glitches out, but you got the jist of it.(set:$bessy to "known")(set:$bart to it + 1)]] [About dangers]<Dangers|(click-replace:?Dangers)["Past the woods is huntin' territory, I recommend not steppin' in there least you've either got the taste for blood or a strong desire to be someone's (if:$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-replace:?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]]] (if:$pigshit is >3)[[[Get real dirty|PigAV]]]

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.(set:$corruption to it +1)(set:$pigshit to it +1) [[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.(set:$pigshit to it +1) [[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 entrance. A heavy built, tank of a bunny steps in through a distant opening, having to lower his head to fit through the 7 ft. doorway. His gut hangs proudly in front of him, and his chubby complexion is mingled with the muscles in his arms and upper body. More importantly, the giant member flopping between his legs reaches down to his calf, and it is slick and shining with some slimy material. He walks towards you with confidence, your form splayed on the makeshift carved-out table that's standing in the middle of the room, and he lifts his gut up, slapping the thick rod beneath it across your chest. Its girth is a bit thicker than your head, and the tip is wrapped in a thick foreskin that obscures its entire head. The meaty pole steams a very prominent musk in this cold chamber, and you can see a little bead of clear fluid forming on the tip of the foreskin. The beast of a bunny saddles up a little closer, hefting up his giant sack until it is also resting on the table, between your legs. The smell is intense, manly, salty, its sheer intensity is drilling a hole into your libido. [[Suck him off|BunnyCavesSuc]] [[Present your ass|BunnyCavesFug]] [[Take no action|BunnyCavesSub]]

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."(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-replace:?Bessy)[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]]

You ask the bartender for a room. (display:"Inn")

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 +3) [[Back|BathroomClean]]

You saunter behind the blubbery body of the ever-shitting pig, getting to your knees and pressing your entire face against the hot torrent of muck, feeling as it coats your head, body, and everything else. With both hands upon his sweaty ass, you push yourself into that disgusting, slimy doughnut as it easily takes your head without a worry. Sludge torrents down with more pressure from the bottom, caking your front in a very thick layer of pig scat. You feel the vibrations of a horny whinny mixed in with a moan, and smirk to yourself as you push yourself deeper, opening your mouth and relaxing your throat. You immediately begin to feel the sheer pressure turn your essophagus into a pressurized sewage pipe, your upper body squelching inside this fat, off-pink asshole. The ever flowing mounds of shit force themselves into your throat, pushing through your gut and eventually flying out of your own ass; Soon enough the pig's own torrent of shit is replaced by yours, your legs quivering as, with a final push, shove the rest of your body inside the spacious, filthy bowels of this beast. Your shit-stained feet are all that remained outside the giant pig's stretched hole, being constantly covered by your ever-flowing crap. Several minutes of dung exchange happen before you finally feel the flow of crap flossing through your body coming to a close, as your feet are dragged into the pig's bowels and sealed away, you moan as you feel your own cock explode from this disgusting interaction; Your corrupted self driven horny by a pig's nasty shit. [[Next|PigDisposal]]

You come to consciousness a few hours later, as a giant stream of dung lobs you out and onto a humongous pile of feces out onto the hot grass. The pile comes to a stop and as you emerge from it, you see the fat-assed pig jerk off into the pile, his orgasm coming right as you push out of it, splatting some steaming jizz onto your face. The pig gives you a nasty grin before walking back. You appear to be some ways away from town, luckily no one's seen your filthy little display, and get some time to scrub yourself clean off of pig shit and jizz, in a nearby river. [[Next|town]]

Your hands and neck are trapped in these wooden stocks, a heavy lock on the side of it; You can only see a guard (This lion-like man standing a tall 7 feet of height) looking in your general direction as well as the other stocks, and a few passerbys looking your way with curiosity. (if:$humanseen is 0)[You've yet to see a human, really.](else:)[Humans are delicacy, really.](set:$elephant to "") [[Wait the clock out|StocksWait]] [[Flirt with the guard|StocksGuard]] [[Flirt with the crowd|StocksFuck]]

You sigh as you begin waiting on this uncomfortable position, your neck painfully pushed against this wooden contraption making it very hard to get any sort of rest. (if:$raunchymode is 1)[(display: "StocksWait2R")](else:)[(display:"StocksWait2")] [[Next|StocksRelease]]

(either: "You spend the next hour or so staring at several types of animals going about their daily routine. One elephant gives you the stink eye, while a few creatures decide to otherwise shame you in very non-offensive poses; Third grade humor, really.","A few people gather around your form as what appears to be a regal-looking ferret man uses you as a recipient for a number of very obvious magic tricks. You get some feathers on your mouth from a particularly ill-thought out stunt, but otherwise come out unharmed.","A particularly large hippo female decides to take a break from her afternoon routine by sitting down on the relatively smaller stocks where you're being held, causing the entire structure to creak harshly under her weight. The thick behind above you shifts a little as the creature regains her breath, and you get some beads of sweat down on your face, but are otherwise relieved to see the local guard shoo her away.")

rawr

The guard gives you a side glance for a few moments, his smirk betraying his otherwise stoic appearance, and a few minutes later you see him begin to move your way. He appears well mannered and keeps a regal stance to himself, cracked away by his sheer fascination with your form. Seems he doesn't get a moment like this with someone like you. [[Offer a blowjob|GuardBlow]] [[Literally anything to get out of here right now I'm begging you whatever you want I'm not picky I'll do the weirdest of shit right now|GuardWeird]]

You reach towards the elephant's face with both hands, caressing his cheeks before slowly trailing down towards the girthy trunk he sports. His lids droop to a knowing expression of lust mixed with admiration, especially as you begin trailing the pole down to its end slowly, admiring the leathery, soft texture as it idly slaps you in the face. The large nostril-end flares up as you pull it towards your face, surprising you in a split second as it lurches forwards and into your unsuspecting mouth. You instinctively gulp and pull back, but the elephant is faster, and travels with you as far as the mattress allows; The thick rod pushes itself deeper into your gullet, stretching your throat and causing you to release a muffled moan as you lock lips (well, one lip) with the source of your course. A thick hand trails through the bulge in your throat as the hulking figure begins pulling away, the schlopping sound of a drenched, limp trunk resonating in the room as it finally disengages, leaving your cheeks coated with your own spit. You take a few breaths of relief, eyes idly trailing through the various silks in the canopy bed, and leaving the elephant's visage for a moment; That moment is quickly pulled from you in a surprised gasp, as a lubed-up elephant trunk is shoved hard against your ass. Your member twitches and your feet curl, the sudden spike of pleasure taking you by storm as the grey figure begins not only thrusting into you, but also swinging and rotating his trunk around your depths, a type of dexterity you've never felt so deep into you before. He finds your buttons, and mashes them. The edge of your endurance comes fast, and you begin clutching the bedsheets around you, moaning out in pure ecstasy as the trunk disengages from you almost immediately, grazing through all the good spots in the proccess. You would almost question the elephant at that moment, if a trunk didn't come down on your member at that very moment, making your cock squelch down on a well-lubricated elephant nostril. Your inner sense of pride is too busy locked in a lustful stupor to complain as you release a well-earned orgasm straight into the elephant's trunk, looking down in awe as the end of it bulges a bit with your seed. You breathe in relief, your hips finally relaxing as the elephant pulls back, (if:$raunchymode is 1)[sticking his trunk into his maw and idly slurping your cum out, pulling it back out and showing you the now empty nostril. It's a test of shamelessness, and he won.](else:)[giving you a smirk as he leaves for the bathroom momentarily. You're filled with a little bit of shame, before realizing that the elephant literally did that, actually.] (if:$elephant is not "good")[This might get you a discount, you think.](set:$elephant to "good") [[Next|Pawn]]

You pull yourself back down and resume your tasks, hands groping the large, plump lips around you as you begin diving further into the juicy depths of the elephant's cunt. The legs close around you once more and drag you to a more comfortable position, head resting above the pillows in the bed. You ponder for a split second how hard this stuff must be to wash off, but the sudden thrust of a pussy that's now completely enveloped around your head removes that query. You breathe in the thick scent of... man? It's an odd scent, but not an unwelcome one. It's definitely someone who's horny for you. The squelching on the back of your skull tries to coax you deeper into the juicy, hot depths of the elephant's cunny. You happily lick, and pretty much have to just open your mouth and suckle on... whatever's in front of you, really. you're not too familiar with these kinds of creatures, but the fleshy rod in front of you that's pushing into your mouth is what you should be focusing on. Your entire world flips 180 degrees, causing a plethora of 'phant-slime to slather all over your head and shoulders, an almost immediate wave of pleasure pushing you further into the slimy depths of your lover as you feel your manhood suddenly enveloped by a most comfortable maw. your arms fall to your sides as your world is slowly pulled up, the mammal's pussy pulling your upper torso up before sliding back down; Your shoulders are the first victims along with your head. Your stiff member makes it hard for you to come into a panic just yet, so the strong folds of the elephant's nethers easily pull your upper half within moments. Most of your surroundings by now are hot, pliable folds of flesh that eagerly take in your being, a tube-like chamber pulling you along in a most comforting embrace. Your begginning stages of a panic fade away as your feet slip into the elephant's cunt; your upper body now entering a spacious chamber, coated and nearly filled with the source of the juices you've so eagerly lapped up before. In this tranquil state your cock convulses and unloads your pent-up need into the already cum-soaked surroundings, the warm feeling of a heartbeat lulling you quickly into unconsciousness. [[Next|Elephant Cunt 2]]

A few hours later, you come to consciousness, the cold feeling of the outside world pulling you from sleep as you look straight up from your position. The elephant's cunt hovering above your form, still flowing with copious amounts of juices that steam up into the ceiling, along with the rest of your hot form. The lingering, strong smell makes you a bit light-headed, and aches your loins a bit; The idea of seconds seem nice, but a bit too abrasive for your current form. You get a glimpse of the grey hunk of a man sauntering off into the side chamber (What you assume to be a bathroom), wide hips you swear you could see smile if they had a face. The thick trail of cum does not break from the elephant's front, leaving a white carpet behind. Every prince needs their royal exit. (if:$elephant is not "good")[This might get you a discount, you think.](set:$elephant to "good") [[Next|Pawn]]

You just... sit there for a while, your arms locked firmly to your sides. The only thing giving away your degeneracy is the firm hard-on you sport, as well as the awkward "I don't sex" face. The elephant's face begins contorting, slowly building into a predatory glance that leaves nothing to the imagination, especially as he sits his moist, thick nethers right onto your member, causing you to gasp in pleasure-ridden surprise. Your eyes close for a second as this happens, and your abdominal muscles flex, causing your upper body to raise a bit as you do, but by the time they come down, you see an approaching, grey maw closing in on your entire head. Moments later, your whole head is plunged into an elephant's throat, as it viciously begins riding your cock in a most dominant rhythm. You're pushed against a thick tongue with all of the mammal's weight, forcing yourself to keep your mouth shut and suppress any moans you may have. The schlops of your cock being ridden by such a giant cunt are concealed away by the squelches of your head being inside an elephant. You turn your head to the side, trying to breathe in the humid air and not choke on saliva, but you feel a leathery rod begin wrapping across the back of your head, pulling you towards the tongue. You begin to paint an image as the tongue begins sliding from side to side, completely slathering you in spit. The riding immediately stops, leaving your cock out in the cold. He's fast about it, suddenly there's no more pleasure, and your head remains locked in place, hot saliva running down your entire torso. A nudge of the appendage that's wrapped around your head tugs you once again towards the tongue, and lust seems to speak for itself as you begin opening your mouth. The surface is pliable and slimy, and the alien sensation of making out with an elephant's tongue (or, throat, since you can't really see from here) is put at ease by the resuming of the spacious elephant pussy slamming down onto your manhood. You don't last very long, unfortunately, and your cum eagerly fills the mammoth cunt, mixing with the plethora of juices that rain down around your hips, legs and stomach, and your vicious tongue-job eventually falls down with the afterglow of your orgasm, at which point you feel yourself be released out into the bed below. Several thick strings of saliva connect you and the open, lust-ridden face of the pawn shop elephant, who lulls his large tongue out to drip some more slimy spit onto you. You pass out on the spot. (if:$elephant is not "good")[This might get you a discount, you think.](set:$elephant to "good") [[Next|Pawn]]

The guard lifts his chin, idly looking at the plaza around him, as well as the many people coming and going. His expression is one of a well-kept noble, and he barely glances down at you once more before shamefully looking away, one hand eagerly undoing the buckler on his pants before revealing a thick package any lion would be proud of. The human-like cock is the same color of your skin, oddly. It's thick, and will definitely give your throat a workout. You begin slathering your lips, readying yourself as the guard shoves the entire thing down your gullet, no pacing or anything; You gulp it all down in surprise, coming down to the hilt of the blade, before looking up at him. He seems a bit worried about the crowd looking at his package, so he kinda... stuffed it down your mouth. Rolling your eyes, you try to pull away and begin, but he holds you just a few inches into your pull, very intent on keeping his tool hidden from view. Well, that's not good. You pull a little and push a little, feeling the tip of the lion's pecker on the back of your throat, eagerly dripping some pre in the proccess. You eventually fall into an odd rhythm of compensating the back of head movement with lip motions, as well as constantly tightening your throat with swallows. It takes quite a while, and the guard has to put both arms on the top of the stocks to keep himself from moving too much, but you do feel the familiar warmth traveling down your throat, the back of your tongue catching the strong taste of lion cum. Your lips bulge from a large knot building at the base of his member, and you try to pull back a bit harder. A dumb look of relief washes over the guard's face as he pulls out his cock, immediately cramming it back into his pants before turning and keeping his eye on the passerbys. After deciding he's in the clear, he casually unlocks the side of the planks, opening the mechanism to let you pull yourself out. You blow him a kiss on the way out, and he's utterly flustered by it. [[Next|town]]

(if:$barboys is 0)[You approach the group of creatures just as laughter erupts from the group, the table shaking from the rex's sheer frame; He appears to be a rather bulky musclegut fellow, while the gnolls have more of an athletic, lithe look to them. The zebra appears near feminine in form, the wide hips barely visible from your current position, as he is sitting next to the T-rex that obfuscates most of the view. Your eyes come to rest at said rex's eyes, a mixture of curiosity with brimming predation permeating his face, dark green scales wrinkling into a grin that splits the vicious eyes and flaring nostrils from the rest of his body. He rotates over to you, one leg out from below the table to show off a massive package pulled tight against, what you assume to be, spandex. "Well now." The gravel-like low-tones of the beast are a stark contrast to your translator's voice "New cattle, come to delight us? Don't worry, we will make you last." You look around, all attention is fixated on you, making you feel like a deer in headlights. There is no aggressive movement from the big dino in front of you, or from anyone, really; all you see is the rex cocking his head to the side, legs bulging with muscles as they tense up. Blood rushes through you, and the air comes at a standstill. [[Indulge the Rex|BarRex]] [[Show yourself off|BarTease]] [[Make a run for it|BarRun]] [[Scream for help|BarHelp]] ](if:$barboys is >0)[You approach the group of creatures just as laughter erupts from the group, the table shaking from the rex's sheer frame; He appears to be a rather bulky musclegut fellow, while the gnolls have more of an athletic, lithe look to them. The zebra appears near feminine in form, the wide hips barely visible from your current position, as he is sitting next to the T-rex that obfuscates most of the view. Your eyes come to rest at said rex's eyes, a mixture of curiosity with brimming predation permeating his face, dark green scales wrinkling into a grin that splits the vicious eyes and flaring nostrils from the rest of his body. He rotates over to you, one leg out from below the table to show off a massive package pulled tight against, what you assume to be, spandex. "Well now." The gravel-like low-tones of the beast are a stark contrast to your translator's voice "Look who's back for seconds. Can't say I promise we'll be more gentle with ya. But I doubt ya care about that." [[Indulge the Rex|BarRex]] [[Show yourself off|BarTease]] [[Make a run for it|BarRun]] [[Scream for help|BarHelp]]] (if:$barboys is >2)[[[Join the boys|BarBoys2]]]

You swallow, thinking that there's pride in your spit, but with each step that brings you closer to the giant predator that's locking onto your eyes, the more you realize your fate is tied to your new, circumstancial master. You eventually come face to... chest with the creature, and a large clawed hand rests on the entire side of your head, gently pushing you beneath the table. You crawl below it, finally breaking contact with the large beast in front of you, before coming to a stop before his bulging undies. one green hand comes down to tug the underwear a little ways towards you, but doesn't attempt to pull it off. You swallow your spit and dive forwards, bringing your face to the small opening on the rim of the spandex, almost immediately you are assailed with the heavy musk of potent, uncut, Tyrannosaurus cock. No balls, but the smell puts an immediate pitch in your loins, and you put your mouth inside the chamber, fishing the thick, greasy tool out with your mouth. Your hands come to rest on the powerful, concrete-like legs to your sides, you're certain they could crush you immediately, but the Rex cock before you demands attention. The puffy rim of its long foreskin dribbles with sweat and pre, and you almost immediately put your tongue to work on that large, meaty package. You hear the faint scratching of wood below you, but mantain focused on your task. (set:$barboys to it +1) [[Deepthroat him|BarRexDeep]]

You turn right back around, hearing the almost immediate creaking of leather from the men at the table, and begin reaching to your toes with one hand, showing off your human, latex-covered behind. You use your free hand to slap the meaty cheek, but it doesn't shake too much in its current bound form. Silence fills the chamber as you begin to make a show of yourself, falling to your knees and raising your butt high in the air, begginning to zip your suit down to your butt. You intend to leave it there as a tease, but are cut short as a furred hand grabs your head from behind and shoves a thick gnoll cock down your throat almost immediately. Your throat bulges and you put both hands around a furry butt for stability, but you feel it falter as another pair of hands pull the suit from you, and a similar rod is shoved into your ass. You moan hard against the horse-like member that's spearing you from both sides, you estimate a couple of feet into you. The gnoll cock in front of you is going through your esophagus and poking into your stomach with every thrust, while the one in your ass is stretching out most of your bowels with a thick, meaty pole. Your moans fall deaf to the loud schlops and squelches of your body being used as a fleshlight, your spitroasted self being jostled back and forth by the large, furred beings that are currently using you up. Their orgasms aren't entirely obvious to you, in your addled state; spit and pre bubble from your mouth from time to time and cake your ass and cheeks, your entire form defiled and for all bar patrons to admire. You notice that none of the gnolls are pulling out anymore, they're pushed up to their respective sheathes inside of you. The hot, bulging feeling on your stomach immediately figures out the punchline. You put a hand on your stomach, feeling it begin to deform with surging gnoll cum, and you are unable to pull away from either party, plugged up as you are. You fall limp as your own orgasm betrays your shame, coating the inside of your bodysuit that's laying in the floor, mostly coated in slime. Two limp poles of slimy meat slide out from your ass and mouth, cum bubbling out and spraying down onto the ground. Your stomach almost touches the floor in its bulged-out state, and you're having trouble keeping yourself from returning your recent lunch out onto the floor, but passing out solves that conundrum. [[Next|AfterBar]]

You come to consciousness with a burp, one that dribbles some fresh jizz from your chin, and find yourself in what appears to be a bathroom stall, your form back inside your suit. It's a bit painful due to your swollen (if a bit shrunk by now) gut. You look down onto the bathroom chamber, and find the inside to be absolutely coated with steaming spunk, the smell is already making you sick to your stomach, but its otherwise alluring. You leave the stall a bit addled but composed. (set:$barboys to it +1) [[Next|Bathroom]]

You turn tail and book it for the door, slamming it open with your forearms, before looking back. The Rex is still sitting down, and hasn't moved a single inch from his position, but the gaze is still fixated on you, and it sends a shiver down your spine. [[Next|town]]

You pull out the entire girth, a foot and a half of thick, jurassic cock beating in front of you, its heat giving off a small aura of steam. You ready yourself and take the foreskin-ridden head in, having to squeeze the considerable cockhead that adorns this giant tool. You manage to slowly shove the entire thing down, bit by bit, until you feel it resting at the bottom of your throat, pulsating. "Great job, kid. You're starting to make me hard." Your eyes widen at the remark from the Rex, and you insctintively hold your throat as the current rod that's spearing your front begins widening, pulling your skin taut and pushing its extra length deeper into you. You're effectively anchored by the massive cock that's pushed up into your stomach, and a large, leathery hand reaches down for your face, before pulling it hard towards its sheath. You gurgle from the motion, and feel as you're pulled away from it, then back, being throatfucked by a giant rex pole. Air comes to you in waves, but its mostly stained in the heavy musk of the dinosaur's hefty junk. You feel a bulge in your stomach as a warm feeling begins pushing through the stretching sensation, and feel your abdomen begin to inflate with every thrust. Your inhibitions are lost as you begin to jack yourself off at that very moment, your mind too addled and full of rex cock to think coherently. (if:$raunchymode is 1)["Mhhh. I needed that. Thanks for saving me from a bathroom run, kid. Sure you don't wanna be my toilet, too?" ]You feel as a hand grips your throat once more, this time more vicious and strong. You'd almost begin to choke if you weren't in the process already; the thick bulging of the rod inside of you is felt through your entire body, bulging from sheath to head, and culminated in a flowing hot bulge in your stomach, then another, then another. You are helplessly gorging down load after load from the predator before you, stomach touching the ground by the time you feel the cock lose its girth. Your exhaustion and the lack of oxygen catch up with you as you cum hard onto your suit, the giant cock before you slipping free from your throat and caking you with gallons of jizz. You land with a thud, copious amounts of dragon nut escaping your abused throat. [[Next|AfterBar]]

The rex happily allows you to sit between himself and the zebra, who you can see more clearly now. The feminine hips squish nicely into the seat next to you, one of his pantlegs bulging out all the way to his foot; you spend more time than you're comfortable with just looking at it, and he gives you a happy little wink in return. The dinosaur speaks up, arm coiling around your head playfully (as a large prehistoric slab of muscle can be) and pulling you against his chest "You've been nice enough to delight us, and learn your place. Better job than the rest of your kind. Was startin' to think that all of your species was the same pieces of meat only worth their weight." He gives your hair a good tussle, admiring the softness of it, guess he was expecting fur "Flavor's good though. I'll give you that." The gnolls look playfully at you, their thick bulges pulsating as they massage eachother's crotches, visual contact not interrupted. "Pick your flavor. Your stomach can probably hold it. If not, you can meet us just on the edge of town."(set:$barb to 1) [[Zebra|BathroomZebra]] [[Gnolls|BathroomGnolls]] [[Rex|BathroomRex]] [[Leave|BarBoys2leave]]

The feminine-looking anthro saunters over to the bathroom, giving you a side smile as he does. His butt dances from side to side, one of his legs a little thicker than the other, you see a little bit of slime trailing from one foot. The rex picks you up and sets you opposite to himself, on the floor, but not before sliding your knee across his junk. You enter the bathroom and follow the zebra into a larger stall, one that you'd imagine is for the bigger fellas in here(if:$raunchymode is 1)[, the smell of manure is heavy and wafts around the place, the zebra gives you a nod of acknowledgement]. The equine speaks out for the first time, his voice soft and sultry, almost royal in tone, if you could discern accents in this land "So, darling. Name your button, and I'll press it so hard you'll come back~". His voice trails off as his fingers trace the rim of your bulge, playfully moving up to mess with your zipper. [[Down the throat|ZebraOral]] [[Up the ass|ZebraAnal]] [[Rim him|ZebraAss]] (if:$raunchymode is 1)[[[Get filthy with the next bathroom visitor|ZebraScat]]]

"Say no more, dear." Watching such a creature pull their pants down to reveal a gigantic cock like the one this zebra sports is an interesting ordeal. His thick slab of meat appears to be 3 feet long in its limp state, the girthy horse dong dribbling with pre as it slaps idly against the ground. You get on your knees and pick up the large pole, licking the slathered slime up with a greedy pace. You begin cramming the whole thing in your mouth, finding the spongy texture to make such a task actually easier than expected; Your labor ends once the equine reaches down and whispers to your ear "Straighten your back, honey. I got it from here." You immediately straighten up to a horizontal position, eyes widening as you feel the shaft immediately start to snake through your internals in its own volition. It pushes through your every tube and finally erupts from your ass within seconds, sending a sharp spike of pleasure through your entire form. You feel the base of the shaft thicken, and it ripples through your body, straightening every nook inside of you until it is a firm pole of flesh that's spitroasting you perfectly. The sheer force of it literally lifts you a few inches from the ground, your entire frame hovering from the zebra's giant cock. The zebra cock bulges out your ass, a firm tent on the back of your bodysuit. "There we go, now keep still." You're deposited back on the ground, and brace against the ground as the equine anthro begins walking backwards, and forwards, the shaft flossing through your stomach and bowels, and poking in and out your asshole. You moan hard into the spongy, salty flesh, the heady smell of hot horse musk driving you crazy with every thrust. The giant, mellon-sized balls slap against your entire torso, causing the momentum to push you back on every firm shove of the humongous horsemeat. [[Next|ZebraOral2]]

Warmth begins radiating from your ass, the familiar sensation of sticky, thick jizz begginning to build through your entire body as the liquid travels around your bodysuit. Your breath quickens, air traveling at a reduced rate from the sheer size of the cock in your entire body; The hot fluid begins bulging out your suit, the pressure enough to make you cum at that very moment. Your eyes lull for a second, both of your hands busy on your own member as your entire front torso is suspended by a pulsing, hot, zebra dong. "Haaah... Great work darling. Nn--now, keep still for me to pull out, you don't want me getting my second wind~~" You barely hear the zebra's words, mind too addled in sheer pleasure to even comprehend where you are right now; Suspended by a giant cock and covered in a thick, squelching layer of cum from all sides. The meat slips out easily in its limp state, leaving behind a large, vacuous cylinder that is immediately pumped full of zebra nut. The flaccid shaft plaps on the ground, entirely slimed up by spit and cum. You plop down on the floor and regain your breath, burping large wads of the salty stuff. It's thicker than you'd expected, and you love it. (set:$hole to 1) (set:$cumfilled to 1)(set:$barboys to it +1)[[Next|bar]]

"Off" he says, pulling down on your zipper. You hastily remove the suit, and before you know it, there's a zebra behind you, poking around your asshole with his tongue. You shiver and instinctively arch your back at the warm, slimy intrusion in your hind end. The prodding muscle worms its way up, leaving behind thick trails of spit all around, properly lubricating you for the task at hand. He puts a hand up, stretching the hole around, before standing back up "You've trained, haven't you, honey?". The zebra rests against one of the stall walls, arms out towards you, coaxing an embrace. His thick shaft is half-limp and nearly touching the ground some 4 feet ahead, dribbling with pre already. You walk forwards and are hoisted up his lap, the meaty hips making this position comfortable; You're lifted up in the air, and watch from above as the zebra aligns with one hand the cockhead to fit the edge of your stretched ass, before slipping it in with a schlop "There. Now. Straighten up, dear." You look down quizzically at the equine that's holding you up with one arm, and he sends you a smile "Come on now, unless this is as far as you'd go?" You take it as a challenge and straighten up as best you can, feeling the tip travel up your bowels a bit, brushing past your prostate and making you shiver a little. "Good. In you go, now". You're dropped from your grasp, falling straight down towards a horsecock that immediately spears right through you, your breath taken away by the choking squelch of a giant pole of equine meat erupting from your mouth. Your cock immediately convulses and sprays a jet of cum onto the Zebra's stomach, and he looks at your spitroasted form in admiration "See, humans are quite stretchy, don't you agree?" You'd nod if you weren't locked by a gigantic flesh mast. "Well, I'm afraid that there's no point in doing this if you've already relieved yourself, but I can't blame you. I am pretty great." The shaft begins sliding off your mouth, traveling down your digestive system and schlopping down onto the ground, pre-cum mixed in with your anal juices splatting down below. You land on the ground, exhausted from the ordeal, and have to support yourself on one of the wooden walls for a minute. By the time you look around you, the zebra is nowhere to be seen. Both your throat and asshole feel wider than usual. (set:$hole to 1) [[Next|bar]]

For the first time, you see a façade break in your zebra companion, and he approaches you until you're face to face with the bipedal anthro. He eyes you up and down, getting a read on your intentions before giving you a smirk "Looks can be deceptive, huh, honey." He approaches the large, man-sized hole on the floor, inspecting the rest of the room. You get the sense that its probably a room fit for a pretty large creature, and the zebra acknowledges the thought by climbing down the pot chamber, motioning you to do the same. You climb down, the smell of refuse hot and intense in this place; as you begin settling on the bottom of the giant, stinking hole, a zebra climbs over you, interposing a now giant, stiff horsecock between your face and his. "Just getting into position, honey. Don't wanna wade in the dark, now, do we?" The stall door creaks open, and you both hear it, but from this side neither of you can see much. The feminine zebra hugs tightly with your form, a giant cock between you two as a shadow begins to obscure the large pot. You see from above the hind end of a large quadruped horse-like beast. Its size is immense, and its giant, puffy hole is bulging as it positions itself over the two of you, a few feet up, big pair of nuts beneath; as well as a large sheath that you can peek from your point of view. The zebra locks into a deep kiss with you, a cacophonous fart erupting in your direction, blasting you immediately with hot, filthy air that raises your own tent, meager in comparison. You feel a hand tug your zipper open, leaving the upper half of your bodysuit open as the flatulence begins to falter. [[Next|ZebraScat2]]

A crackling sound begins emerging from above you, the giant hole stretching to let loose the first head of a giant log of feet-thick shit that slams down just a few inches from either of you, the softer, slimier coils that come afterwards begginning to encompass you two immediately. You are utterly buried in filthy masses of smelly brown muck, the zebra in front of you keeping locked in his make out session with you, even while dung worms its way through the both of you, a pair of hands groping your cock through layers of shit. The schlopping, squelching hole above seems to let out some more tons of filth upon you, the less-solid remains showering the overflowing pot you're both wallowing in. The zebra, still embracing you, disengages from the kiss, rolling around the disgusting slime with you in his arms. You feel yourself go through the thick mass like its putty, and your mouth is forced open once more by a now foul-tasting tongue that locks you again into a now shit-ridden kiss. A hand slides inside your bodysuit, carrying handfuls of shit down your crotch and smearing them on your stiff manhood. You moan into the shit that's being forced down your gullet, your cock definitely enjoying the hot sensation of slime pressing hard against its form. A few minutes pass of the creature above cleaning itself and letting the last of its manure escape its hole before leaving, the both of you emerging from the brown pool shortly afterwards. You both climb to the edge of the pot, hoisting yourselves up and inspecting the remains of the beast. The brown stained zebra looks at you with a grin, licking his shitty chops "Best fun I've had in years, honey. Toodles!" He leaves out the stall door, directly out onto the bar. You're left aghast, and absolutely covered in shit. [[Next|BathroomScat]]

Finding a shower, you manage to clean yourself enough to not actively look like you've crawled out of a beast's ass, and the bodysuit is luckily easy to clean, but you still have a foul scent to your skin. You exit the shower and find yourself in the bar's lengthy bathroom. [[Next|Bathroom]]

The gnolls tense up a bit, their interactions with eachother only intensifying. You see the bulges of their cocks pressing against their shirts, as they rub them up and down while still fixated on you. "Hmh. Well, let's not waste time, kid." You follow the large, muscled creature to the bathroom, swallowing a bit of your spit as you enter the large stall next to him. His latex shorts bulge out obscenely, and within a few moments of you being in this chamber, can smell the heavy scent of sweaty, musky man. He seems calm in nature, but his eyes never leave you, keeping you a bit unnerved as you approach him. "Tryin' to get a read on you, but I've never met one of you that was this docile. So, can't make a judgement. Do one for me." [[Get fucked|BathRexCumf]] [[Muskplay|BathRexMusk]] [[Let him take charge|BathRexTop]] (if:$raunchymode is 1)[[[Try me|BathRexNasty]]]

"Aww. Shame. You know where to stop to, though. Feel free to do so." The rex pulls you up above his form, giving you a thorough glance with a devious smirk, before settling you down on the floor, out of the seat. You swear you could hear some muffled thumping coming from his abdomen as you leave. (display:"town")

"Short and to the point. I like it." The large anthro pushes himself away from the wall, walking towards you with purpose before grabbing you and turning you to your back, pushing your torso on the ground before undoing your zipper. His grip is strong and taut, And the shadow cast over you from such a long creature sends a shiver down your spine. No words are exchanged, only the rustling of your suit falling away and exposing your skin. A surprisingly slimy rod begins sliding up your ass, making you shiver and begin to moan. The tip pushes itself in within seconds, the rest of the tool getting inside of you through thrusts, ones that rock your body forwards from their sheer strength. You feel as the cock's width suddenly begins flaring up to uncomfortable levels, and then hear a disgruntled groan, the cock behind you disengaging. Looking back, you see an obscene bulge on the Rex's cock, shaped like a melon in the middle of his length, and you watch as he pulls the member up, teeth gritting as the protrusion begins sliding back down, finally stretching the sheath and out of view for you. He sighs in relief, patting his abdomen before looking back at you. His gaze is empty, nonchalant. You are about to speak up, when the same jurassic cock pierces through your thoughts, turning your to-be words into incoherent, jumbled moans. Your cock twitches, your prostate battered by the girthy slab of meat that pistons in and out of you. It doesn't take long for your arms to give in, and your upper torso falls to the ground, saliva escaping your lust-driven self. The smell is intoxicating(if:$raunchymode is 1)[, and it mingles perfectly with the disgusting scent of manure all around you], you wish you could stay frozen in time in this very moment, as the rex hilts you so hard you slide forwards a foot or so. Pain shoots through your butt, as two clawed hands hang onto it with a death grip, your cock replies happily with a jet of cum onto the ground, right below your belly. The thick wads of hot, rex jizz bulge against your stomach, causing you to moan hard against the cold ground, and soon enough your belly is squishing against your fresh cumshot, your lustful whines interrupted by a cum-filled burp. The taste is intoxicating, and you greedily swallow it back up. The rex's cock Schlorps messily out of your behind, your distended gut tensing a bit as a geyser of cum pours out your behind, the rex walking forwards and rubbing his caked rod clean against your hair before heading for the door. He stops a second before opening it and turns your way "Yer a good kid. Come back soon and I'll gladly fill ya with more". You have to wait a few moments after the rex leaves for your bowels to empty out to more manageable levels, but your asshole feels stretched out and abused. (set:$hole to 1) [[Next|Bathroom]]

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You hang around for a bit, looking at the usual suspects and the casual passerby that makes their way on the front of the building, catching quite the odd assortment of species. Some of them alien to you, but several reminiscing of earthly species, with some combination or quirk spicing their lineage. The idea of culture doesn't reach quite reach you until you see a rather flamboyant fox-like anthropomorph with a dyed, hot pink and black hair. "Makes you think, huh?" You turn to face the odd toned creature behind you, finding not an animal, but more of a slice of goo given life and a form; Apple green in color, oddly cube-like face, if broken down by a streak of (goo?) hair covering most of their left eye. Oddly enough, they seem to wear casual clothes, albeit nothing complicated on the sewing department; What you would chalk up to be denim for pants, and a plain white tank-top. Your disbelief is interrupted by the feminine, odd voice emanating from the being's mouth. "Human, cute." She(?) playfully puts a finger on your chest, booping it for a second before trailing up your chin "You should probably not be here, not to disrespect or anything. Peeps in here tend to, uh." She kind of gestures around the entire building loosely, but you get the jist of it. "Unless being(if:$raunchymode is 1 or $scatmode is 1)[ a pile of dung or] a fresh batch of jizz in an alley somewhere suits you. Ain't gonna judge." (set:$goocolor to "green")(set:$gootaste to "sweet") [[Maybe that's what I'm into.|BarGooTease]] [[Should probably leave then.|Googohome]] [[Was nice meeting you.|bargl]]

The tall, red drink she was sipping on through a straw blows bubbles as she nearly chokes on your words. You see her cubic complexion soften for a second as she straightens herself and faces forward for a bit, away from you "Hammm... So. Let me get this straight." She faces you once more, inspecting your form thoroughly. She grabs you by your other shoulder, pulling you towards her, and points a finger at a rather athletic-looking deer sitting in the inner part of the bar, away from you "That guy right there. Say he stuffs you into his nuts, and you come out nothing more than jizz, or, well..." (if:$cumfilled is 1)[She stares for a moment at your bulged-up suit, putting a hand there before her expression kinda melts for a moment into a lustful, devious stare "You know what, nevermind."](else-if: $hole is 1)[You hold back a burp, but it still pushes some fresh jism past your lips, taking her aback for a moment. Her smile says more than enough as a hot pink washes her otherwise green face "Hmm-- Uh, I think you know what you're getting into, so, nevermind."](else:)[She bites her lip for a moment before mustering the strength to talk (if:$scatmode is 1 or $raunchymode is 1)["A thick piece of dung. Would you go and talk to him if you knew full and well that there was that possibility?"](else:)["Would you go and talk to him if you knew full and well that there was that possibility?"] You nod, that hasn't stopped you before.] She puts a finger to her chin, lost in thought for a moment, before putting down some coins next to her nearly-complete drink and jumping down her seat. It is at this point that you notice that she's actually quite small! Could probably reach your stomach if she really tried. "I'm off for now, but, hey. Now you know where I hang out." And she's right, because now you do. [[Shit, I really do.|bar]](set:$googirl to 1)

"Likewise! I live just off of the plaza. Keep safe!" She trots off after giving you a slimy kiss in the cheek. (set:$googirl to 1) (display:"bar")

"Well, I'm happy to lead you out!" The shortstack hops off the bar, having to reach up to one of your hands to pull you along to the exit, before relaxing a bit once you're both outside. You spend the next few minutes heading towards the main plaza, where the stocks are held on one side of the square. A lion-like guard eyes you stoically from his slightly raised position, like a hawk, but, not. You both eventually reach a small cottage that's glued to several similar ones. Closest thing you can estimate to a low-rent apartment building. "Yeah, this is where I live! So. Uhh." (set:$googirl to 1) [[Can I come in?|GooHome]] [[literally walk away without saying a word|town]]

It's modest, not a lot of furniture other than the bare essentials, the clothes drawers seem all pulled off and put near the walls. You can kinda understand living as sentient goo would be a little harsh on furniture. (if:$goomode is not "companion")[(if:$goolood is 0)["Hm. Hi! I. I didn't expect you to actually come! I don't have much to offer, probably like a sandwich, but uh... that's not why you're here, is it?" [[No it isn't.|GooLood]] [[Sure!|GooSandwich]]](else:)["Heya~." You share a small moment of staring before she blows a kiss your way. You catch it. [[Sex.|GooLood]] [[I actually want a sandwich this time.|GooSandwich]]]](if:$goomode is "companion")[You let your goo girl out, you both take a shower and chat for a bit. "That was funnn... What now?" (set:$goomode to 0)(set:$companion to it -1) [[Get frisky~|GooLood]] [[I still... really want that sandwich|GooSandwich]]]

You peace out. [[cool|pond]]

You walk around the outskirts of the pond, and locate a swamp! It's a few minutes into the depths of the forest, and the air drops into a humid heat rather quickly. The ground dips constantly into muddy waters, they look rather inviting considering the sweltering temperature that falls upon this place. The creaking of some trees and driftwood is only broken by the constant chirping of at least a dozen different critters around the area. (Unfinished!! Expect disappointment) [[Explore the outside|swampouter]] [[Trudge through the water|swampinner]] [[Take a... rest in the water?|swamprest]] [[Return|pond]]

You give a cursory glance as you begin walking along the edge of the opaque waters, finding that a lot of flora tends to dive into the water and resurface in bizarre, winding spirals across the surface. Flowers and vines tend to block some parts of the water surface, floating above it in places. You also see a number of pieces of driftwood knocking softly among eachother on the far edges; Odd, considering that this appears to be a fairly grounded mass of water. A mass slowly emerges from the water, only a few inches out. You see a very elongated, flat head that ends into an elongated maw, no teeth visible from here. The pair of eyes on its sides trace your movement. It is sitting there, without doing any aggressive motions towards you, but appears to be staring straight towards you. [[Get into the water|gator]] [[Take off your bodysuit and approach it|gatorhot]] [[Retreat|swampout]]

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You slowly put your feet into the water, testing the bottom of it. It is suprisingly cold, a stark contrast with the temperature outside; you hit the soft mud below, finding the water to only dip down about three feet or so. You see the figure a bit more clearly from here, at around waist-height in water, a similar lizard that you recall was common across the earth back then. You gulp a bit, sitting there while trying to get a better bead on this creature, when it disappears from the surface. Your eyes dart down to try and see where it went, but the water is too cloudy for you to even discern shapes past a few inches. You look towards the far end of this small pond, catching some very faint ripples of water from where it first originated, and instinctively begin to walk back, when something touches your knee lightly. You fall back in surprise, splashing noisily into the water, your upper half becoming soaked in the cold water as something begins to cover your feet. You try to kick, but end up pushing your legs into whatever is trying to wrap its jaws onto you. It doesn't take a lot of thought to know what's happening right now. Your upper half is submerged from the lack of support, your body managing to get a last gulp of air before you're shoved down underwater. From here you can see the massive, oversized alligator that's bent on swallowing down, his gigantic gut pretty much touching the bottom of the swampbed as you try your best to kick. A singular gulp sends you one foot into his throat, your legs pressed against a firm, slimy layer of muscles that begin to pull you in like a vacuum. You try pulling at the floor, but end up with two handfuls of mud. Another gulp pulls you down to your waist, your lower half sealed away by the powerful jaws that clasp around your torso now. Your form emerges from the water, the alligator beginning to lift himself above the water, and another gulp sends your whole torso in. You feel your feet enter a spacious chamber, coated in a thick, warm slime. A large tongue begins to coil around the top of your head, your top of your vision seeing the upside-down exit to the swamp, while the rest is obscured by drool and maw. You try to give a pitiful, half-choked protest with what little time you've got, but the tongue sends you easily into your fate. [[Next|gatorgut]]

You slide down quickly into a spacious gut, feeling the bottom of it bounce and sag with your weight. The inside is hot, soft and plump. You begin trying to crawl out but there's no possible foothold for you to even put an inch of progress down. Turning around is easy in this chamber, so you could try to head deeper into the alligator. Unfinished!! [[Deeper|gatorgutdeep]] [[Wait here|gatorgutdig]] (if:$corruption is >0)[[[Massage your predator|gatorgutgood]]]

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You fall to your knees on the hot member, giving it a good sniff and press your face against it. The manly, thick smell clings to you, and you instinctively reach down for a pair of balls, but find none. "Hm. Like the smell? Should'a said so." Your form falls backwards as the rex pulls you out onto the ground, painting your face with his thick rod before the thick foreskin begins smearing a good helping of pre all over your head. You lick and suckle what you can, but the overproductive member just keeps pushing out more hot goop over you. You have effectively acquired a facemask of pure T-Rex pre, the smelly produce eventually coming to a halt as the creature turns tail and promptly pushes down a thick, jurassic doughnut onto your face. vapor wafts from the bulging, thick rim, the smell spicy and manly. Enough to give you a near-painful hard-on. The ass is shoved towards you and pushes you down onto the cold stone floor, squelching around your entire face before it idly pops it into the Rex's bowels. You take ragged breaths, whatever oxygen you can salvage through the creature's intestines, precum, and ass-slime. With a soft plop, your head leaves the large plate-sized hole, but then enters it again, as your predator begins bouncing on your head like it's a dildo. A heavy, dinosaur foot keeps your chest from moving, effectively locking you as a butt-toy for the next twenty minutes that it takes for the rex to reach his edge, opening your bodysuit from his current position and unloading gallons of hot, slimy jizz inside of it with his empty hands. The quivering hole keeps you in place, not letting go until his cock is fully emptied all over you. You hear a loud schlop some moments later as the Rex stands up and leaves the stall without a side glance. The incredibly pungent scent of his cum is heavy-hitting to your already addled senses, and you're pretty sure you add in to the creamy stew in your lower regions yourself. [[Drink a little|BathRexMuskDrink]] [[Next|Bathroom]]

The animated, shortstack pile of $goocolor goop jumps down, opening the door to her bedroom, before heading off to another chamber "Get ready, in that case." You obviously finish your sandwich before heading into the room, noticing the discarded clothing on the bedroom floor leading to the bathroom at the side. It's a nice room now that you get a better glance at it, shades of a light fern green for the walls contrasted by the soft whites of the ceiling and floor. The dark wood of the furniture in here makes it cozy and warm, oddly sleek for such a world. You feel like you're on a hotel from the old world. You slowly lie down on the bed, and consider taking your suit off for a moment, but ponder if she might be into it. A few minutes pass before you see the 4 ft. tall pile of goo emerge, now clad in a small latex onepiece that flows from her shoulders down onto her waist and crotch, sleeveless. Her thick green hips aren't constrained by the rubber suit, but her bulging crotch is; Seems that there was more to her than meets the eye. She idly jumps onto bed, arms and legs around your sides as she lays on top of you. Her smooth-as-jelly voice softly asks "So. Soft? Hard? How would ya like it?" [[Soft|GooSoft]] [[Hard|GooHard]] (if:$raunchymode is 1)[[[As gross as it gets|GooGross]] ](if:$goolood is >2)[[[Travel with me|GooCompanion]]]

You sit down with the goo, learning their name to be simply that, "goo". "But you can, call me whatever you'd like! S'long as it ain't demeaning." She gives you a wink between munches. "...Unless context calls otherwise." You overall enjoy a rather okay-ish cheese and ham sandwich, surprising your tastebuds with such a familiar and plain earthly food, if somewhat tainted with a strange $gootaste trail of $goocolor slime. you bring up the topic of this world to her. "Idont... fuckinnnn know man." [[okay... dev's being lazy now|town]]

You hear the thud of his massive meat slapping against the ground as the zebra goes on all fours, spreading his well-toned behind to you. The thick, puffy hole, a matte black doughnut, winks expectantly as you drop to your knees and put your mouth to work. The taste of his skin is alien to you, but not unwelcome; A faint spice that you can't quite place, but the thick smell that builds up in here definitely drives you wild. You quickly lose yourself to this appendage, one of your hands rubbing the sweaty, oversized taint of your equine companion while the other spreads the other asscheek to further your spelunking. Your tongue digs in deep, and your face squelches up against the hole, stretching it up to half your head's width. You take in a deep sniff, then another, then another(if:$raunchymode is 1)[, brown fumes spilling out onto your face, filling your lungs and coating your upper body in the smell of his nasty bowels]. "Ahhh... That's the stuff, honey, get reeeal deep in there~" You oblige, one hand idly cupping the massive nuts below. The hole squelches up all around you, opening until your whole head can fit inside. You moan, but it comes out muffled in this dark, hot chamber. The hermetic seal around your chin causes you to nuzzle against this slimy passage, feeling as it begins rotating upwards, before crashing down hard onto your upper body, then stretching upwards, and then back down. He's using you as a dildo, and you can't do more than just enjoy it, as you fall to your back and listen to the muffled moans of the zebra you're pleasuring, one of your hands glued to your cock in pure bliss. You finally feel your orgasm rise up(if:$raunchymode is 1)[Just in time for a massive fart to smash against your form, hot air flecking sweat and slime all over your upper body and running down your neck. You inhale it with a gasp, feeling it worm into your body with a welcoming warmth], thick cum rising from your member and landing onto your belly as you feel the large hole around you finally schlop free. You pant for a few moments as your orgasm pulls you taut, not noticing the zebra cock in front of you until a giant wave of equine jizz sprays down onto you, head to toe. Your whole body is coated in a very thick layer of white goop that encases every side except the floor. You hear some faint mumbling as the zebra leaves you in this cum-coated state, and eventually manage to push your way out. (if:$raunchymode is 1)[You burp out a thick, brown fume.] [[Next|bar]]

A few minutes later, the main door slides out revealing what appears to be a german shepherd anthro in body armor and wielding an odd-looking rifle, what you assume to be a security guard. Hazmat duty, you're on. Follow me. [[Follow Him.|LabHazmat]]

You're brought through several hallways, this entire layout confusing and sometimes straight up nonsensical, you could swear you went through the architecture at least twice now. Eventually the guard leaves you at a small chamber with a few papers on a table, as well as a number of large rubber hazmat suits; Their pattern mostly white, a transparent opening for the face, and black around the joints. A speaker screeches out above you, scaring the absolute fuck out of you, too. "Test subject, you are hereby assigned the number 385. Keep it within the best of your memory. Your reference papers are on the side. Climb inside one of the suits." You grab one of the large suits that are hung up neatly, eventually finding the latch to either joint. This stuff's intricate, you're not going to be able to get out of it by yourself, you think. It takes you quite a few minutes to eventually feel the last joint click, your breath taken from you as a small green light above your face, inside the suit, lights up. You hear what sounds like a robotic gasp as the suit inflates with fresh oxygen, causing your limbs to stiffen with the newfound pressure. It eventually dies back down to more manageable levels. "Good, now step into the chamber." You give your new suit a few tugs as you get used to this weight, and walk inside the chamber. It's a small corridor that has no discernible features other than the lights to either side, a closed, metallic sliding door in front, and one behind. The one behind you closes, and the one in front opens. [[Step inside|LabHazmat1]]

You push forward, finding a stream of (if:$raunchymode is 1)[brown air pushing past you](else:)[violet air pushing past you], your suit's light turning yellow for the time being. You can feel the warmth of this room permeate against your skin, and you look past the thick fog before you. There's a large silhouette past the tainted air that easily triples your size, causing you to gulp instinctively. You also look behind you just in time to see the door close and lock behind you, sealing any chance of escape. "385. Step forwards, we'll have a live feed of your suit's vision, do not remove it under any circumstances." You couldn't if you wanted to, you think, as you step forwards with trepidation, finding a more defined outline to the figure before you. Much thicker towards the bottom, it appears to be an otherwise sleek, lizard-like creature, its features more feminine than you'd expect, color pattern a smoky grey, its belly and lower features magenta. Head rounds towards the front into a prominent, curved snout, pointed your way. Its large irises also colored in a similar purple, focusing onto you. "You have her attention, please approach her." H... Her? You come forwards, piercing into the mists ahead, and this side of the great hall becomes more visible to you, several hazmat suits strewn about, some in pieces, some in shreds. You gulp as you look to the sides, a giant bed of hay in one corner, a massive hole her size on the other corner. It pushes a foot or so past the wall before stopping, claw marks covering the edges. You try focusing on it, but the imposing figure before you approaches you, with soft and imperceptible thuds against the cold marble floor. [[Next|LabHazmat2]]

You instinctively take a few paces back, looking as her large neck lowers towards you, the faint silhouette of a massive tail idly flicking behind. Those two eyes glow with an intensity that gives your facemask a small lens flare, as she reaches forwards with a clawed hand and pulls you off the floor. The surprisngly slender hand brings you up to eye level with her form, blowing a concentrated stream of purple fumes your way. You feel as a small, hot bead of air pierces into your suit, the yellow light turning red for a few moments before returning to its previous state. She turns her head to the side to fully focus with one eye, looking at your distressed expression, before pulling back, and breathing another giant cloud towards you. The red light flashes more, and some of the tainted air pierces past the mask, reaching you. You hold your breath for a moment, seeing the light once again turn off before taking another breath. It's hot and smells strangely spicy, your cock immediately jumping to attention for no reason in particular. You look in fright as she pulls you up and into her maw, closing the soft flesh around your head as it is put right into her throat. You hear air rushing inwards from all places, the lizard taking a deeeeep breath before holding it for a second. A robotic voice faintly emerges from the suit "Recalibrating air. Please hold while filter is off" You would protest, or reach for a button if you weren't restrained, but the last few seconds are mostly spent flailing as a massive wave of purple pushes forwards, immediately inflating your suit into a massive balloon. Your vision is obscured by pure purple as you're let go. You slowly fall back down, bouncing against the floor as the air filter locks back in. Your lungs hurt from holding it in for so long, and none of the stained gas is going anywhere. The edge of your vision begins to darken and blur as you look straight up, the devious smile of the lizard taking most of your sight. [[Breathe in.|LabHazmat3]]

Your eyelids clench as you take in a deep breath of the gas, the hot, thick substance flowing into you and coating your ever pore. You exhale slowly, heartbeat slowing as you sink into the depths of this spell. You feel lethargic... hot... horny out of your mind. The next breath comes in quicker, and it amplifies the effect tenfold, your cock sprays out a messy batch of cum inside your suit, as you moan and breathe in more of that scent. Your filter is not pushing it out, and you're just hotboxed in this balloon of pure lust, breath after breath bringing forth a new wave of pleasure. You cum again, and feel no refractory period as you're horny once more, looking up to the lizard above as she's just laid down on her stomach, hands over her chin as she delightfuly watches you squirm and nut time after time. You can't control which way you're facing as your bloated suit just rolls in place, cum slowly coating your lower regions. You're lost in it. [[Next|LabHazmat4]]

Several minutes and many, many orgasms later, your filter opens up and the purple gas comes shooting out, much to your disappointment. Your cock aches once you're brought back onto your senses, jism pretty much filling half of your suit as you stand back up. Your legs are weak and you wish you could take in another breath of her wonderful pheromones. She stares at you with a satisfied grin, as you stumble into the wall to your side. You feel weak, utterly drained from this ordeal, and take a moment to rest up as she does nothing other than watch you, sitting cross-legged. You get a glimpse of her thick, soaked nethers, your cock jumping to attention as you see a brief exhale of purple coat her lower body briefly. The mists around you don't seem as bad anymore. A voice sputters out of the speakers on your suit "Testing concluded, head back." [[Head back|LabHazmatDone]] [[Don't|LabHazmat5]]

It takes you a moment to steel yourself to finally leave, waddling your half-filled form to the decontamination chamber. You rest yourself against one of the walls as the room is sprayed down with fresh oxygen, finally seeing the green light of the mask light up. You heave as the mask finally comes free, and eagerly strip yourself from the now sticky and warm hazmat suit, your lower half drenched in your own seed. Your cock is... huge. Like, as thick as your head, and as long as your arm. It feels heavy on your head to get a hard-on, but god damn does it feel good. You do your best to keep yourself together as you take the shower off to the side of the antechamber, before doing your best to tighten up your pants and mostly conceal your junk. You hear the guard approach and don your clothes just a second before the door slides open. "You're done. Any noticeable changes you'd like to inform of?" You keep quiet, and he turns around and motions you to follow him off of the chamber. You do, trying your best to keep your center of gravity a bit in front of you now. (set:$lab to 1) [[Next|Lab2]]

You hesitate for a second, looking towards the speakers for a second before walking towards the lizard in question. Her grin melts into a welcoming smile as you approach her, your facemask still a bit tainted by the still wafting fumes inside of your suit. You want more, and she eagerly brings her head up above you. You wince for a moment as a large claw comes to rest on your neck, slowly pulling closer until... **PSSSHHHHHHH**--... Your neckpiece slices off of the rest of the suit. The last thing you see is the red light flashing before you take it out of your head. Now that your body is in the humid, tainted chamber, you can definitely smell this enticing, lustful scent that coats your insides like a liquid you crave. It's like your entire life was a desert, and this is the oasis you've been waiting for. You see as the feminine creature lifts up your helmet, breathing hard into it before delicately placing it on your head. You take it all in on one breath, feeling and watching it dissapper into your nostrils, before a thin pink mist escapes your mouth with your exhales. Your cock throbs hard, now extremely sensitive to the touch of this gas. [[Next|LabHazmat6]]

A few hours pass, not that you notice, you're happily feeling your next couple of ejaculations come against you like butter, drool idly seeping off of the corners of your mouth as the giant lizard woman bounces off of your overproductive mast. How you've acquired such a thick member is beyond you, but the last thing you'd do right now is care, as you spray another thick batch of seed from your large nuts, your sweaty frame taking a few seconds off in a small break. She gives you this moment by disengaging your form, causing you to spray yourself with a film of jizz that idly seeps from your cockhead. You could live like this forever, and you do.

You give your thick new member a try, finding your orgasm to come at you fast and abruptly. It fills you with a pleasure that you hadn't felt before and you notice right before it starts that there's very little to clean up with, shimmying back towards the wall and pulling your legs up to shove the cock inside of your mouth. You swallow just about enough to make your stomach bulge before your orgasm subsides. The taste is a pleasant level of salty and thick, and it carries a little purple tint that leaves you wanting for more. (display: "Lab")

A nasty vibration carries itself through the chamber, causing the floor, ceiling, and walls to shake violently, rattling the loose bits of furniture in your room. The lights flicker off, shrouding you in pure black for about a minute of eerie silence. Then a small, concentrated gust of air allows some light through the thin slit of the sliding doors in front of you, some sort of pneumatic tube propping them ever so slightly open, enough for you to finish the job. [[Stay|LabEnd]]

"Gotcha." Your mouth is assaulted by the faint taste of (if:$gootaste is "sweet")[key lime pie](else-if:$gootaste is "salty")[salty, fresh jizz](else-if:$gootaste is "bittersweet")[a dark, smelly bittersweet] as the goo creature begins hastily making out with you. Your eyes widen for a few seconds, but as she rescinds the kiss you part your lips and pull her closer. You could say that she melts to the kiss, but that's putting it too literally, she has to put her $goocolor arms on your shoulders to keep her from sinking straight into you. Her lower half relaxes and pushes against yours, powerful thighs squeezing lustfully around your butt. You two eventually share a small muffled moan among your kissing as you feel her package rub against yours between two rubber suits, your hand trails down to rub hers and hers does the same with you. You eventually roll her to the side and you both continue your little foreplay mostly in silence, interrupted ocasionally with the small moan or the little schlick from your connected lips. Eventually, after quite a few minutes, you break the kiss, a thick trail of $goocolor slime connecting your lips together as your heads drift away. She shoots you a smile that is difficult not to reflect as you begin zipping off of your suit. It's a somewhat awkward moment of you two fiddling with your zippers but the romantic air comes back once this large animated pile of goo jumps on top of you while you're sitting, causing you to fall backwards onto the bed. Her crotch lands ontop of your face, thick hips to the side as she presents you with a rather thick $goocolor pole, balls resting on your chin as the cock plops all the way up to your forehead. You blink in surprise for a moment, but the firm mass that's sitting on you begins quaking like jelly once you start licking that shaft in front of you. The taste is similar to what you'd expect, if a little saltier, and soon enough, her moans fill the room once you begin pulling that $gootaste candy bar into your mouth. It's hard to deepthroat from here, so you do your best to swallow, lick and prod with your tongue. You accidentally spear through her cockhead with your tongue. Eyes widening in surprise and fear that you might have hurt her, but when you look up, all you're met with is a moaning, cross-eyed goo girl, totally lost in her own pleasure. Thick $goocolor slime escapes your lips as she gives out a final, drawn-out moan, thick tool throbbing in your mouth as her orgasm explodes in your mouth. Some of it is swallowed, some of it seeps to the sides, and some of it, you choke on when she pulls her tool back. You lift up as she saddles to the side, instinctively pulling yourself to the side of the bed as you choke for a moment or two. Her pleasure is interrupted by her worry as she puts a hand on your shoulder "Oh... Mygosh, I'm so sorry I made you choke I should have warned you oh my I'm soo so sorry are you al--" You interrupt her by locking your lips with hers, her worried gaze melting once again. Your other hand idly gropes her cock as it deposits the rest of her load onto your palm. You share this afterglow of a kiss for what feels like forever before you eventually head for the door. A little bit tingly from the whole ordeal. Or maybe it's the goo? (set:$goolood to it + 1) [[Next|town]]

"Hm." You try to put a little more wording into your decision when the strange feeling of rushing water pushes into your chest, and you see as the $goocolor goo girl literally flows into your bodysuit, bulging it outwards as she hugs your entire form in her warm, incorporeal self. You gasp as her face gives you a wink before disappearing within your form, watching your suit bulge with small, rounded out bulges. You moan as a warm fluid begins pistoning in and out your ass, another one piercing through your urethra. You bring your hands reflexively and try to find your manhood, but your hands just hit the bulging form on your suit. Another sharp spike of pleasure hits you as this small tendril pushes itself to the bottom of your urethra, curling around and reaching your balls. You heave in an odd mix of pleasure and pain as an orgasm is literally forced out of you. Your cockhead stretches and you feel the warm surging, but you don't feel it going anywhere, instead, you feel it ricochet back into your member. The prodding in your ass intensifies as the goo form inside of it finds your prostate, and squeezes it hard. Another orgasm rocks you harder than before, cum surging out in a thick batch that turns right back around and enters your sack again. The closed circuit of orgasms and repeats crashes over and over into you like a brick wall of pure bliss. You eventually lose count as you lay in bed, hips jerking forwards with each shot that pulls back into you. Eventually you begin panting harder as the feeling in your urethra grows tighter and tighter, balls tensing before expanding out. The bulge on your suit disappears and you're utterly confounded by this turn of events. It's only after a few minutes of enjoying the new weight of your balls that you realize something is wrong, zipping off your suit and finding no trace of your companion, other than the faint trails of $goocolor goo on your chest. Your nuts are massive, and the same goop trickles from your cock as you inspect it. Another sharp sting of pleasure causes you to adjust yourself towards the edge of the bed, falling to your knees as both hands wrap around your sensitive, thick member. You moan out, but it's blocked out by the noisy splortches and squelches of your immense orgasm plastering the wall in a similar green and white shade. You feel your smooth, sweaty orbs tense up as they release the massive payload of goo jizz into the room. Your orgasm subsiding a few minutes after you're done. You slam back onto bed as your cock sputters some more, eyes crossed and staring at the ceiling. The half-limp cock bounces on top of you, urethra stretched and still drooling some off-white jism. "Whew. That was fun. Thanks a bunch!" You look ahead to see the goo girl, now a much lighter shade of green, as she jumps onto you and gives you a slimy kiss. You can taste a mix of her lime self mixed in with your salty seed. She does you the favor of slathering your face in your own cum before rolling off of bed, grabbing her suit and running off into the bathroom. (set:$goocolor to "white") (set:$gootaste to "salty") (set:$goolood to it + 1) [[Next|town]]

You're pretty sure that she's never given anyone this look before. It's a grin that almost scares you if you weren't so driven to do this. She locks lips with you for a moment, $gootaste filling your mouth before the embrace is broken. Her latex gives out as she flows out of it, still fiddling a little bit with the zipper, and gives you a wink before pushing her head into your mouth. You protest, but her $gootaste form worms her way inside of you, head, then shoulders, and then her wide, $goocolor hips remain. Her form forces herself past your gullet and forces your stomach to stretch out. You moan to yourself as you instinctively burp out a little bubble of her goop, hands idly tracing her form as it travels across your body. Your gut gurgles and sloshes noisily, the stretchy rubber leaving very little to the imagination. You fumble with words for a second, the pleasure too intense and unique to pass up. *So this is what they feel.* Your thoughts are interrupted as your abdomen begins bulging more, a familiar need to relieve oneself washing over you as you know exactly what's coming. You lift your head up and stare at the bathroom door, but the feeling comes too fast, your intestines stretch and your bowels expand as you have no choice but to lay back down and accept what's coming. (if:$hole is 1)[Luckily your stretched out, puffy asshole is trained for this](else:)[Your poor ass stretches to their limits] as a thick, hot mass bulges out the bottom of your suit, expanding outwards, inwards... everywhere. It keeps flowing and flowing, bulging out your front and back, making you look far thicker than you really are. Your cock jets out thick batches of jizz at the hot sensation of pure, slimy dung coating your every pore. Your legs, arms and torso bulge out with it too, soon enough everything your suit surrounds is a mass of shit that just happens to contain you as well. You spend the next few minutes basking in this hot, sticky chamber inside your suit, putting a hand down every once in a while to squish your suit curiously. The mass begins moving out of their own accord, pushing and bulging out on different places, and you instinctively rub it affectionately, noticing that she's probably trying to get out. You reach back to your zipper and notice, you just can't... reach it. You're not going to reach it any time soon with your bloated state, and you feel the bulges begin to double in pace. Hm. Your ass stretches out once more, giving your cock another involuntary orgasm as you moan out onto the pillows behind you. It's crawling back in, and your abdomen begins to bulge as this mass pulls back, shoving itself back in a reverse passage through your guts. Your stomach is briefly distended, and you think you might be able to pull your zipper now if you wanted to. [[Open your suit|GooGrossOut]] [[Don't|GooGrossPuke]] (set:$gootaste to "bittersweet") (set:$goocolor to "brown") (set:$goolood to it + 1)

She jumps at the idea of travelling with you, her form hugging you close. "...Where will you carry me, though?" **This will not come into play yet, but you can do it tho!!** [[Stomach|GooComeStomach]] [[Balls|GooComeBalls]] [[Bowels|GooComeBowels]] [[Suit|GooComeSuit]]

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You pull back with all of your might and reach the zipper. You nearly pull your arm out of its socket as you zip your suit down, gasping for air as you take a glance at your body. You're covered in sweat, and a few brown skid marks in your body, but you're mostly intact. You feel something pull up your stomach, causing your gag reflexes to involuntary trigger. You hold your mouth close, pushing down onto your gut with both hands; You eventually begin to feel it crawl back down towards your abdomen, giving you a small sigh of relief over not having to deal with whatever could have happened. The thick mass worms through your bowels, giving you an idea of what's going to happen, but you don't get to react fast enough as a massive geyser of feces begins spraying out of you, slimy logs slapping and coiling against the wall before messily squelching against the floor. The pile only keeps growing as you shit your messy lover out of your gut in earnest, cock exploding once more against the linen you're pressed against on all fours. You can feel your asshole bulge out from the constant pressure, the massive payload finally faltering to small, manageable levels. you feel the cold air on your stretched out hole, and manage to look back at the wall. There's a giant, steaming pile of feces that pretty much coats the wall and raises up to a good 4 feet of height. You pant as you steady yourself, falling into bed with sweat on your brow. You gasp as you hear a loooong gasp of air from the mass, turning around to see a brown cube with a smile plastered on her face. "Hoooly fuck. I thought I was gonna pass out in there. You should, like, have a safeguard on that suit, or like safety scissors." You give out a small smile her way, glad that she's safe. "Though--" She saddles up to the bed, trailing brown slime everywhere "I think I'd like to do that again~" She gives you a kiss that smears your lips with brown, oddly sweet-smelling fluid. She's still steaming like she just came out of an oven, and she happily jumps out and saunters off and into the bathroom. [[Next|town]]

You feel the bulging feeling crawl up your gut, and you have to get up and down on all fours, facing the back wall as your throat begins bulging and soon enough, the hot sensation of slimy sludge erupts from your mouth in a messy, thick log that plasters the wall and begins filling this side of the chamber. You hold your gut as you feel it empty in front of you. Squelches, splats and schlops fill the room as you regurgitate the steaming, bitter remains of your recent lunch into the floor in front of you. You feel an odd pleasure that replaces the sickness in your stomach once you've completely pushed her out. heaving as some brown goop idly drips from your mouth. The bitter taste of your dung is offset by the strange sweetness in it. You cough up more of it as you see something inside the mass shifts. A large form explodes out of the enormous pile of shit, in the shape of a familiar goo girl, now clad in a muddy brown. "Hm. That's not what I had in mind. Are you alright?" You nod, mouth still open and freshly dripping some of the hot waste. "Ah... there's... the bathroom... I'll bring you some water, okay?" You finish cleaning up and take your leave, not before leaving the goo girl with some nice kisses that make her brown form fluster. [[Leave|town]]

**ShhhhhLUHP** She slides down your gullet, leaving behind the faint trail of her $goocolor slime, and you feel a familiar bulge within your gut. You give it a good pat as you feel it settle and spread into a more manageable padding. You could really get used to this. (set:$goomode to "companion") [[Next|town]]

You zip open your suit and allow your member to flop free. She gives you a little kiss before slowly cramming herself as thin as possible down your cock. It's definitely a sensation, but what beats it is the feeling of your balls swelling up into giant, sloshing orbs. You zip your suit doing your best not to blow your load then and there, but you fail. You unload hard against your suit, and luckily your goo companion eagerly shoves herself back in. (set:$goomode to "companion") [[Next|town]]

You zip off your suit and present your behind to her. She pretends to pound you, but shoves a little bit of herself with each thrust. It's cute, but you cut her off by zipping off the suit once she's about done. Your cock twitches at the beautiful feeling of her grazing against your prostate. (set:$goomode to "companion") [[Next|town]]

You open your suit teasingly and keep it open as she slowly pulls herself into it, giving you a quasi-hug as she zips it close with you. The sensation of her form inside the suit with you is an odd one, but she more than compensates for it by spreading her mass along your entire body. You feel a bit girthier, if not fatter by the whole ordeal. (set:$goomode to "companion") [[Next|town]]

(if:$crowbar is 0)[You get the sense that having a weapon or something to defend yourself would be wise.(if:$matches is 0)[It would also be a bad idea to head into this thing without any light source.]](if:$crowbar is 1)[You feel confident that you can defend yourself(if:$matches is 0)[, but you should really wait until you have a proper light source to get into this place].] Are you sure you wish to enter? [[Yes|In Cave]]

You scoop some of the rex nut inside of your suit, feeling the heat radiating on your legs, hips, and gathering around your abdomen in what appears to be a thick tire surrounding your midsection from the outside. The handful of cum is thicker than you expect it to be, connected to the pool even after it's in your mouth, and it takes you some effort to swallow it. The taste is as spicy and salty as you'd imagine, but not as bitter as it comes. A small horse-like creature steps into your stall and immediately turns around, pretending it forgot something somewhere. You stand up and shake your light head before cleaning yourself and heading back. [[Next|Bathroom]]

You can enter the town [[South|town]]. You can make out from here a large stone structure, brick and mortar cracked in several places. It is some few miles [[North|MarshNorth]] of you. You can see the forest closing off to the [[East|MarshEast]], getting thick enough for sight to not pierce past ten feet or so. A dirt road leads to it, however. There's a cottage to your [[West|MarshWest]], it appears uninhabited.

=><= **Current coins:** (live: 1s )[$coins] <== The following items are displayed in the glass shelf towards the right side of the shop: Armor (8 coins) Shortsword (12 coins) Pickaxe (3 coins) Shield (6 coins) (if:$elephant is "good")[The elephant gives you a wink as they also slap down some items that aren't in the regular menu. Lockpick (15 coins) Fake gold (3 coins) Mysterious artifact (10 coins) What is this? Leash ] (click-replace:"What is this?")["This here bracelet I found in one of the old ships that crashed around the marsh some years back. Looks like that thing on your wrist, actually. Funny."]\ (click-replace:"Leash")[The elephant chuckles: "That one, you can have it for free. Though do come around and we might break it in~" You obtain a leash.(set:$leash to it+1)]\ (click-replace: "Armor (8 coins)")[(if:$coins >8)[You spend 8 coins, and get a suit of leather studded armor. (set:$Armor to it +1)(set:$coins to it -8)](else:)[You don't have enough. ]]\ (click-replace: "Shortsword (12 coins)")[(if:$coins >12)[You spend 12 coins, and get a shortsword. (set:$Shortsword to it +1)(set:$coins to it -12)](else:)[You don't have enough. ]]\ (click-replace:"Pickaxe (3 coins)")[(if:$coins >3)[You spend 3 coins, and get a pickaxe. (set:$pickaxe to it +1)(set:$coins to it -3)](else:)[You don't have enough.]]\ (click-replace:"Shield (6 coins)")[(if:$coins >6)[You spend 6 coins, and get a shield. (set:$Shield to it +1)(set:$coins to it -6)](else:)[You don't have enough.]]\ (click-replace:"Lockpick (15 coins)")[(if:$coins >15)[You spend 15 coins, and get a set of lockpicking tools. (set:$lockpick to 1)(set:$coins to it -15)](else:)[You don't have enough.]]\ (click-replace:"Fake gold (3 coins)")[(if:$coins >3)[You spend 3 coins, and get a bag of several light, fake gold coins. (set:$fakegold to 1)(set:$coins to it -3)](else:)[You don't have enough.]]\ (click-replace:"Mysterious artifact (10 coins)")[(if:$coins >10)[You spend 10 coins, and get a golden, strange bracelet.(set:$bracelet to 1)(set:$coins to it -10)](else:)[You don't have enough.]]\ [[Done|PawnDone]]

(set:$coins to 30) Elephant (click-replace:"Elephant")[(set:$elephant to "good")] [[PawnComplete]]

(if:$bracelet is 1)[You strap the bracelet on your other wrist, it fits snugly and without a hitch.] The transaction is complete. [[Flirt up the Elephant|Elephant2]] [[Leave|town]]

A trunk rapidly wraps across your neck and pulls you over the counter and onto the elephant's large frame, as he holds you there for a minute before pushing you down and against his oversized, plump cunt. It squelches around you and pulsates eagerly with your arrival. That's the last little bit of agency you have before you're shoved up the elephant's moist, spacious nethers. Your form slips into his womb(?) with a schlop, your soaked body caressed by the soft, cushioned flesh around you. You revel in this sensation for a few minutes before you're messily plopped next to the elephant's bed up in his bedroom. A stream of pungent, thick juices flow around you as the owner climbs up the bed, giving you time to gather yourself. [[Next|Elefuck2]]

The devious smile from your lover is all it takes to get you riled up, as he reaches forward and helps you fasten the simple, leather strip. Once it is snugly around your neck, he gives you a little tug to try it out, causing you to topple forwards and fall towards his oversized melon of a cunt. You feel the collar tug you up again, a little strain on your neck but nothing too violent, as your temporary owner tests his dominance over you by planting both feet on your shoulders and pulling lightly on your leash. He then pulls his legs back slowly, until your face is just a mere inch from the juicy, thick nethers in front of you. He then leaves you there, locked in the very edge of his inviting, soft insides. His hindfeet push down until they are paralell with your form, rubbing a bit against your already throbbing cock. You can't even reach it as you are currently, restrained by both the leash and the oversized 'phant feet. A minute or so passes of the elephant rubbing his moist depths with his free hand, every once in a while slathering some juices on your face. Your whimpers fall into deaf ears as the leash loses a bit of tension. You begin pushing, and suddenly the feet give to the sides, causing you to fall forwards at full speed into the giant peach. Your head and shoulders slip in, and a hand grabs you by the foot to prevent you from slipping all the way in. You begin scooting back, but the same hand prevents you from doing so, instead you feel a soft, warm crevice press against your member. You're so pent up that you immediately begin pounding from your awkward position, upper torso deep inside your lover's pussy as you begin fucking him in the ass in earnest. The hands rescind and the leash falls lax as a number of moans are all you hear in this very moment. Yours, his, the mingling of juices flowing around you, the squelching of flesh pushing in from every angle, it all coalesces in one single minute, where you arch your back against the slimy padding around you, feeling your orgasm flow as the cum rocketing from his nethers push all around you. Your mouth naturally opens from the bliss, and you end up swallowing a good helping of it. Your battered, slimy form schlops out messily onto the linen, as the elephant saddles up to a sleeping position, tugging you by the still-attached leash to join him. You indulge for the next hour or so in this peaceful nap, before washing off the heavy smell of elephant cunt, as much as you'd like to keep it. [[Next|Pawn]]

The grasslands dip and raise constantly, earning you a few interesting landscapes of this land. You can see a river ahead that seems to stretch out both east and west as far as the eye can see, though it does thin out in some places. You could try and cross it the way it is or try to look for a thin portion of it. [[Cross it|CastleRiver]] [[Head into the woods for a more advantageous position|CastleRiverSlug]] [[Head back|TownOut1]]

You venture into the forest, finding this part to be particularly heavy with trees and vines wrapping ominously around the canopy, effectively keeping light from flowing as free as it would. You do a good job of staying on the road for a good while, until it just suddenly comes to a stop. The dirt turns to grass, and there isn't a landmark visible anywhere. Until you see one. A small wooden shack stands some 30 feet out, vines and trees protruding from it to the point where it's barely even standing. Approach it? (mouseover-replace:"Approach it?")[Before you can even set out towards it, several strange, discordant laughters echo from different directions. You look around to catch a glimpse of any form of creature around you, but your sight reveals no forms. Some bushes shake, some vines move, some wood creaks. You turn to your left as you hear the familiar creaking of a rope, and look just in time as a bow is drawn your direction, carrying a thin needle pointed your way (if:$hyena is >0)[ [[Submit yourself to the Gnolls|HyenaSub]]] (if:$buckler is 1)[[[Pull up your shield to try and block it|HyenaFight]]](else-if:$Shield is 1)[[[Pull up your shield to try and block it|HyenaFight]]] (if:$Shortsword is 1)[[[Pull out your weapon|HyenaSwordEnd]]] (else:)[[[Next|HyenaSex]]]]

The path is dense with foliage, seems like it hasn't been explored in quite some time, so it takes you a couple of minutes to get through the thick grass safely. On the other side, you can see the cottage more clearly, it is a thatch-roofed one-floor building, a small chimney protruding from the nearest wall, and a round double-door with a heavy iron knocker resting on the banded entrance. The windows are made out of actual glass, you can just make out the reflection of them behind the blinds, and the walls are mortared rock. A surprising amount of architectural knowledge went into making this place; More importantly, it hasn't seen a single bit of wear. You can see a small pathway leading up to the doors, and another branches off into a nearby well. You can also hear rustling from your left, what appears to be soft chewing. [[Walk up to the cottage|Cottage]] [[Head back|TownOut1]] [[Inspect the well|CottageWell]] [[Inspect the rustling sounds|CottageBem]]

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The shield deftly blocks the projectile, which ricochets out of view as a shadow pushes towards you. (if:$Shortsword is 1)[You Bring your sword up and parry whatever blow was coming your way, before hitting the large, furred humanoid in the head hard with your hilt. It collapses down seemingly into a heap of fur, and the laughter slowly falters into a few grunts that echo around you. The panic-inducing movement around you stops, or at least slows down, and a similar figure to the one you just beat down approaches, or, more accurately skitters towards the unconscious creature and pulls it back into the shadows. And that's all that's there. As your stance slowly relaxes and you give a small sigh of relief, there's no more noise, no shaking bushes. [[Explore the shack|LabShack]] [[Return to the town|TownOut1]]] (else:)[You're grabbed into a chokehold as the furred beast easily shoves your shield aside and spins you, effectively pinning you down. You grunt, and feel a small sting on your neck as a cold needle worms its way in. The sharp pain is suddenly absent as your form numbs for a second, and the shield clatters to the ground. [[Next|HyenaSex]]]

(display:"HyenaSex") Your sword clatters to the ground and one of the scurrying beasts snatches it up. (set:$Shortsword to it -1)

The thin, needle-like spike embeds itself in your neck, causing a sharp sting that makes you immediately reach for it. You pull it out and see a couple of drops of... green? It's a strange, moss-green liquid that, as you put a hand to the wound, now also seeps from your neck. You toss the needle to the side, and realize that now you're on your knees for no particular reason. You look up to your attacker and instead find a dozen large furred creatures around you, calmly rummaging through your suit and taking it off like they've been around you for a few minutes. Your dazed lack of time-awareness leaves you as the effect of the poison on your neck seems to wear off. You see several humanoid beasts with exaggerated proportions of hands, plantigrade feet, and upper torso hunching into a most feral-looking hyena snout. You've heard of these creatures, they are gnolls. What you didn't know until now is the massive cocks they all seem to sport, as about a dozen of them crowd around you. Your stuff lays strewn to the side, and your form is completely naked, and a little bit scratched around the shoulders. Seems like they had a hard time taking that suit off. You see several gnoll faces around you, all looking down at you, some of the strange, horse-like shafts are as thick as 7 to 9 inches and longer than your arms. The heavy scent of pungent cock is all you smell. (text-colour:blue)[Hi?] (mouseover-replace:"Hi?")[(text-colour:white)["Hi?" That's all you get before an oversized hand pulls your mouth open and slides an entire equine cock down your throat. You gag at the sudden intrusion of hot flesh, and your mind is suddenly vacant of any reaction as another equine cock pushes itself into your left ear. The extremely loud schlop of the giant member cramming itself into your head also goes onto your right ear as the cock slides out of you that way. Your primal moan falls into a gurgle as some more cocks begin rubbing around your body. Several creatures take turns fucking your throat, ears, some members slap you across the face. You would have any reaction if the machine responsible for that wasn't suddenly crammed full'a cock. [[Next|HyenaSex1]]]]

The members disengage from you, and you're too addled to notice that you're carried effortlessly onto a tree stump, where you're laid belly-up. The gnolls waste no time with pleasantries as they begin to cram you full of even more dongs. The stretching sensation on your throat is rivaled by the sudden cock hilting inside of your ass, a few fingers stretching your already pretty experienced hole into a crater. Your cock blasts a thick spray of seed up in the air, and none of the males bat an eye as more girthy poles bundle up in your ass, a pair of particularly rowdy gnolls falling into sync in your ears so that they can thrust either ear as the other pulls back. Cum begins pooling at the base of the stump as you're filled from every single crevice. You feel cum rocket into your stomach from both directions, at least three horsecocks spurting deep inside your bowels, a pair letting loose a thick batch onto your entire face, and some more jizz absolutely filling your head. The sound of sticky jizz in your ears is a strange feeling, one that overrides any sane thought of self preservation. You're left there, fingers and toes twitching as your bloated form settles. Your draped limbs are soaked in steaming cum from the gnoll party that assaulted you. You grab your things, clumsily, as you fall to the side and steadily pull yourself up. Squelching cum keeps trickling out of your ears, nose, and mouth. Your ass is a constant geyser, and you can't think of anything other than fresh gnoll cum. You make it into the clearing before collapsing down on the grass, passing out. (set:$hyena to it+1) [[Next|HyenaEnd]]

(if:$raunchymode is 1)[You wake up under a thick blanket of what you assume to be gnoll excrement, and it takes you a minute to fully pull out from the pile, shaking your belongings to try and get them a little less smeared in dung. ]With your stomach still bloated with jizz and your head throbbing with the same predicament, you walk back to the town's entrance, retracing your steps until you're less addled. (display:"TownOut1")

The vine-covered shack looks like it hasn't been touched by civilization in a good few decades; Ropes of strong plantlife holding onto the doorknob like chains. (if:$Shortsword is 1)[Giving it a few good whacks, the door comes lose from its restraints and falls down, making you dodge out of the way as it slaps on the wet grass below. The hinges appear to have rotted away. Inside, there is a small toilet, next to a small toilet-paper rod, except it's vertical rather than horizontal. [[Pull it?|LabShack1]] ][[Go back|TownOut1]]

A couple of armor-clad creatures (you can't even tell what species they are) open the wrought-iron gate leading further into the marsh, huffing as you make your way out. The gate closes behind you, and you set out into the unknown. (display:"TownOut1")

(if:$goomode is "companion")[Your goo friend vibrates somewhat, and you're forced to let her out of you as she walks towards the water. You are about to stop her when she suddenly flattens out into a tarp-like sheet. It bows inwards but does not take any water in, and she has to keep a portion of herself on land to not be taken by the stream, but it's clear that she is going to help you get across. Easily enough, you cross the river without so much of a worry. [[Next|CastleEntrance]]](else:)[You approach the river and set a foot in it. It isn't as cold as you'd expect, but it's still considerably cool. You steel yourself for a minute, and dive forwards, splashing down and beginning your trek across the large water mass. The stream pulls you along, but you're able to fight it, that is, until you feel a thin appendage wrap around your arm. You try batting it away while you swim, but it seems to coil around it and holding tight. Another slimy, transparent tendril grabs your opposite leg, and your movement is interrupted as you stop your swim altogether. Whatever's grabbing you seems to come from below, and before you can think of a good plan, it yanks you, causing you to fully submerge yourself. [[Next|RiverMaw]] (if:$shortsword is 1)[[[Use your shortsword|CastleRiverDisengage]](else-if:$crowbar is 1)[[[Use your crowbar|CastleRiverDisengage]]]]] (if:$PT is 0)[You feel the water charge your wrist translator up.(set:$PT to 1)]

You venture into the woods, keeping the direction of the castle in the back of your mind to not get yourself lost, and begin trekking your way in. The river bank raises considerably in this end, and you estimate a 4 feet drop on this side and another 4 feet climb on the other will be needed for you to properly cross. As you walk deeper into the woods following the bank, you begin to see the river slowly tightening into what is now a near-jumping distance to reach your target. You move aside a large branch interrupting your path to get a little bit more ground in, and as you look to your hand, you see a small, idle worm, alabaster in color. It shows no sign of panic at all. [[Gross|CastleRiverCrossw]] [[Prod it|RiverSlug]]

(if:$castlemet is 0)[You finish your trek some minutes after the short swim, finding your suit to easily dry with enough time spent grazing the beautiful landscape. The massive structure breaking the biome is as large as it gets.(set:$castlemet to 1) ]It's a castle! You've read about these enough to know some bits and pieces of the layout. It appears to have its front entrance directly facing at the clearing you're in, drawbridge set out with some rotten planks and rusty chains. It is deposited over a large moat that spans the total 10 feet of length of the bridge, wrapping across and around either visible corner of the stronghold. Light gray flagstone is the material of choice in most of the architechture, large battlements spanning up 50 feet or so, but seemingly uninhabited. The ditch below does seem to have some sort of activity, but you're about 20 feet above the water and can't get a good glimpse. (if:$ladder is not "broken")[There's a rickety ladder leading down into the moat, the visible bottom appears to be moss-ridden, there is also the opened gate ahead, which you would have to cross the drawbridge for.] [[Head into the castle|CastleBridge]] (if:$ladder is not "broken")[[[Climb down to the moat|CastleMoat]] ](if:$goodra is "good")[[[Head Back|TownOut1]]](else:)[[[Head Back|RiverBack]]]

You slash with your weapon, cutting one of the translucent arms, and feeling as the other two that were coiling around your legs immediately pull back in pain. You get yourself the window your need to continue your trip, a bit waterlogged from the ordeal but otherwise unscathed. Luckily that'll be a one-way trip. [[Next|CastleEntrance]]

You get a big gulp of air before another yank sends you an entire foot down into the water. You're able to get a better glance through the clear water at your assailant; A large cylinder-shaped creature of some sort, its pseudopod emerges from the cerulean-blue sides of the creature, from which it has several. The tendrils rescind, and you immediately try to swim back up, but you just can't. You look back down in time to see the center of this cylinder from the top, a hole of deep purple staring at you as it literally sucks the very water you're swimming in. You keep pulling up with all of your might, but your feet quickly enter whatever chamber this being uses for a mouth. You feel the immediate warm flesh of a body pressing down on it, a slick squelch traveling through the flowing water as it kneads you down to your abdomen. A few tendrils wrap around your arms and bring them down to your sides, you wriggle with all of your might, the last bit of air escaping your cheeks as you finally squelch down into this watery predator. [[Next|RiverMaw1]]

You look back up to see the same vacant purple coating it all. You can't even begin to make sense how this predator works, but the still-wet atmosphere is ever present as you're constantly squelched deeper and deeper- You catch a few pockets of air that ease your aching lungs a little bit, finding the air to be stagnant, and strangely spicy. The passage seems to carry for forever, until you're plopped messily into a large ball-shaped chamber, squorching slime splashing around you. The space is filled halfway through with a thick transparent goop that is only visible through this faintly glowing blue cerulean around you. The chamber squishes down, kneading your form and submerging it briefly, you feel as several familiar tendrils begin worming out of the walls and into you. Some prod, others wrap, and a few find a way into the neck of your suit. You protest but the slime keeps you from opening your mouth. Most of the tendrils rescind and the ones in your neck begin stretching for several feet, wrapping inside of your suit around your leg, groin, prodding and touching everything. You try to move, but the entity tightens the chamber once more to keep you docile. You can feel as your zipper begins to give, and several more tendrils enter it, one of them finding your asshole and pushing hard against it. Your back arches and two more tendrils grab your well-trained rim, pulling it to the sides. You look up from your confined state to see a massive, you-sized pseudopod of pure purple. It undulates as it slowly pulls down from the mouth of the predator, the strange limb quivering in place as the rest of the tendrils begin moving you into an ass-up position. Your ass is stretched by the several limbs pulling at the edge, and this giant mass does exactly what you'd expect. You grit your teeth as it squelches around your ass and surprisingly thins out around your asshole. Your insides do not get the same treatment as your gut begins suddenly bulging out. The large, purple creature eventually fills the entirety of you, but it's not done pushing, your stomach lets out a rumble, and your mouth instinctively open as the same rubbery thing slips out of your front. Your eyes widening as they see this amorphous thing suddenly take an arched position and wrap around your entire head. You begin flailing, but the mass anchored in your butt and face quickly quell that thought. Air is demanded by your lungs, but surprisingly not needed. [[Next|RiverMaw2]]

A few minutes later, you get used to the lack of sight, of hearing, of any of your previous senses. You can see, but not in the same way. Your form undulates as it worms its way back out the river maw's crevice, and you finally emerge out, spitting out the shredded bits of a bodysuit your previous form used to wear. That won't be needed anymore. (if:$scatmode is 1)[Your form rescinds back for a moment before violently thrusting forwards, expelling this large mass of brown, slimy waste. Most of it disperses with the water, but what's left slowly sinks towards the bottom, along the large piles coating the entire floor of this river.]

You fall onto the ground on all fours, fiddling with your suit until you can get the zipper down. As if on queue, several of the gnolls approach hastily and grab you by the arms, pulling you deeper into the woods. Your squirming does little to deter their powerful hands as they remain locked onto you, and eventually you lose track of where you're headed. You eventually see a roof, what appears to be a tent in some sort of ramshackled encampment. The sound of a fireplace approaches you as several gnolls pull you into this large enclosed chamber. They drop you on the spot, and one of them heads towards a chest, pulling several chains from them. You've got an opening as the gnolls become entranced with their chores to set up your new slavery, however. [[Take a sprint|HyenaBad]] [[Wait|HyenaSub1]]

One of the large, furred creatures approaches you but you immediately boost yourself off of him with both feet, getting a good 6 ft. of clearing between all gnolls before you take a sprint towards the exit of this place. You round the corner and your momentum halts as you slam against a large, thick belly. Dazed, you look up towards the immense, 12 feet tall gnoll standing before you, the giant gut easy to mistake for a large boulder, its well-decorated head, chains and piercings seeming to portray some degree of hierarchy. You turn tail and try to run the other way, when a giant foot easily pins you down onto the ground. The oversized plantigrade limb keeps you in place as the rest of the gnolls surround you in a circle. You get up, looking all around you for an opening, but there is none. 180 degrees are filled with several gnolls staring intently at you, while the other 180 is crammed with the one, massive beast. You sprint towards the opening between his legs, but find a large hand snatching you from the ground and holding you aloft by the torso, lifting you up and showing you a cavernous, slimy maw. The stench coming from it is akin to rotting meat, the steaming, dark pit hovers below you for just enough time for the gnoll's grasp on you to be lost from your incessant squirming, and you fall down, down into a-- **GLURK!** --Slippery passage that swallows you down in earnest. The hot chamber winds and tugs at you, until you're shoved into the creature's stomach.

The previous gnoll returns with a number of chains and shackles, barking some orders to its comrades. Quickly, you're dragged towards a large crag protruding from the earth; Next to it, several creatures are chained up and prostrate, their giant, bulging holes a testament to your future. Their entire lower sections are caked in cum, and some of them are drooling some of the same fluids. (if:$raunchmode is 1)[(display:"HyenaScat")](else:)[(display:"HyenaSlave")]

You're pulled down right behind one of the creatures, a fat hippo male, sweat caking the parts of his grey skin that aren't covered in gnoll jizz. You have to crane your head back to avoid shoving your face against the prolapsed, winking hole, when a large gnoll hand grabs your head and squelches it hard against it. Your mouth instinctively opens in protest as a cock is shoved up your ass, and chains begin to pull onto your arms until you're permanently chained to the massive hole before you. Your body is jostled by several of these beasts pounding you until most of their nut is in your stomach, taking shifts in breaking you in. You can't breath anything other than this hippo's filthy, abused bowels. The white of his glazing squishing down over you. You can hear a low moan from ahead of you as a disgusting, cummy fart blows over your face, smearing it in ass-slime. Another cock is shoved into you, this one bigger, you feel your asshole begin to strain under the near-foot thick log that worms its way up to your chest, cum bubbling out your mouth and adding in to the filth before you. Every movement from your head is met with more squelches and splats of foul mixtures, cum, spit, all being slathered by the massive rosebud you have to get personal with. Yet another cock, this one larger even, a hand the size of your torso keeps you in place as the first thrust pushes the member out your mouth and into the massive hole ahead of you. Your cock convulses as your prostate is battered by the whole ordeal and squirts out a petty little cumshot against the soggy, steaming pool beneath you. Your cum-ridden bulge sways from side to side from the violent tree-trunk of a dong fucking the hippo through your entire body, testing the flexibility of a human's body as your throat obscenely bulges with the flared horse-cock of the gnoll(?) behind you. Eventually, the vicious pounding stops, not with a cumshot, but with the creature disengaging and releasing you from your bindings. You feel the immediate vacuum of nothingness around you, old gnoll jizz surging from either end as you flop down onto the ground for a moment. A fist as big as you are picks you up by the legs, dangling you in front of a 12 feet tall gnoll, his hunched posture still as threatening as can be. It sniffs your form, two fingers painfully stretch your asshole, jizz dripping from it as you're hoisted in the air, and the hand that's holding you idly squishes down on your gut, causing a geyser to spring forth from your abused, now-definitely-prolapsed, hole. The gnoll grunts, his voice coming out in broken English to you as his guttural tone is hard to understand. "You good one. Have choice. Go bathroom; be slave of me; or of all. Choose." [[Bathroom?|HyenaBathroom]] [[Personal slave|HyenaBig]] [[Public slave|HyenaGang]]

"Bathroom. Good." One of the gnolls standing nearby retreats for a minute, bringing back a large piece of silicone, one that you immediately recognize. It's a buttplug, and it's as big as your head. He hands it to the large gnoll that's holding you aloft, who, with a free hand shoves it against your prolapsed hole, squelching the whole thing in until it's sealed properly. A few drops of cum drip from your member, another wave of pleasure rocking you as you arch your back one more time. The large gnoll carries you by the ankles with two fingers towards a section of the camp that is outfitted with stables. A scrawny looking gnoll approaches you as you're left on the ground in his vicinity. The spindly limbs of his begin tying your legs and arms until you're properly secured at the back of a carriage. A metallic ring is anchored to your mouth via a strap, one that uncomfortably keeps it as open as possible, and the wiry gnoll gives a little chuckle as he finishes up his work on you. A few minutes later, you see a party of beasts emerge from the encampment, some of them chatting, some of them stumbling drunk. They all approach the carriage, and hop onto it. You're not given much of an explanation as they set off with you tied to the back, and half an hour or so pass before you hear the sound of gnoll laughter slowly trail off, followed by screams, sounds of battles and splintering wood. They appear to be raiding a village, and by the sounds of it, winning. They return with bags of gold, some rations, and several distended guts, of which two gnolls eagerly approach you; One of them slams his behind on your face and lets lose what will be the first of your many meals in this job. A thick stream of feces worms its way through your throat, the remains of what you assume is some of the local villagers slowly bulging you out until you look like a late term. The second one teasingly flaunts his ass at you, fisting it until it's a gaping, muck-stained pucker, which shoves itself on your head, enveloping it fully before a disgusting, slurry payload forces itself through you. You have no choice but to swallow if you want to keep breathing, and your stomach rumbles noisily as you spend the rest of your days as a slave to the gnolls, being their little disposable bathroom. Some months pass, your form getting used to the role of a toilet, transporting feces back to camp so that they can be used as fertilizer. Sometimes villagers are shoved into your mouth, Sometimes your dung-filled throat is fucked by every single gnoll in the hunting party, sometimes you're released so that you can be spitroasted by everyone. Either way, the only rest you ever get is at night, when you're chained against the hippo's thick, cum-ridden asshole. The squelching, slimy pillow is the most comfortable thing you've ever rested on, and he seems quite receptive every night to your head.

The large gnoll smiles, giving you the kind of gaze a freshly purchased toy would get, as he pulls out a few leather straps. He's forced to use his fat fingers as dexterous tools, but manages to put this chest-bound leather harness on you, two ropes dangling from the back. He then picks you up and pulls his bulging loincloth back at the hind section, giving you a glance of his massive, swampy ass. The steam flows out like a pot of boiling water as you have no choice but to inhale the thick, musky gnoll derriere. He puts you in the opening on his hind-end, a few fingers moving your form until your head is right up his surprisingly huge, truck-tire of an asshole. The sweat-ridden(if:$raunchmode is 1)[, brown-stained] hole squishes down like a musky sponge, caking you in slime, and you feel as your back pins you against his taint and hole, The two straps on either end looped around the gnoll's thighs. You can move your arms and legs, but you just can't really pry yourself from the beast's ass in the least. The loincloth falls on your back, sealing your current fate as the gnoll chieftain's sponge. About 15 minutes of your form being increasingly covered in ass-sweat later, your body is finally released onto a soft cushion. You see that you are now in a rather large room, walls and roof, actually; Wooden planks are set and crudely nailed onto eachother in a poor attempt at replicating actual architecture, but it does the job. You can see the oversized bag of feathers and other materials you're currently sitting on, a makeshift bedding of sorts, some shelves with various bones and skulls on display, and a wall that is filled with empty manacles, some chains hanging from the walls, some filled condoms as well. You hear a familiar click of a lock, and look towards the same large gnoll that you've gotten close and personal with during the last few minutes, still reeking of his ass. He finishes locking the door, which you're pretty sure was shoved into a smaller doorframe from the splintered wood, before heading your way. He sits on the bed, just a few feet from you, before taking off his loincloth, some of the chains atop his collar, as well as the small haversack he carries. He calmly puts them all on the floor, before laying down onto the bed. His massive frame is even more prominent once he's splayed out to you, his literal you-sized cock at what appears to be half-length idly draping over his stuffed belly. Large, weathered paws rest just a few inches from your body, his menacing face a bit more relaxed as he puts both hands behind his head, his furred body becoming bushier towards his soaked pits, thick tuft along the ridge of his humongous nuts, and thighs. He's expectant, but not taking any direct action.

The oversized chieftain gnoll walks up to a bigger tent, opening it and revealing what appears to be a saloon, several gnolls drinking and brawling among eachother, or at least they were until they see both you and the large beast carrying you. He tosses you towards a bunch of them, and they do a good job of catching your abused form. He says something you can't understand to them, and they all look down at you with an all-too-familiar look. Your next few hours are spent gargling on over a dozen gnoll cocks; These thick, horse-like members pistoning in and out your ass, mouth, ears, anything they can get their hands on. One of them grabs your own shaft and shoves it into his manhood, the stiff, warm prick making you immediately lose yourself with a gurgle, cumming hard into it. It doesn't stop, however, as the gnoll climbs atop you and begins riding your member with his own, the bulges forming on your abdomen and chest of several rods utterly painting your insides with fresh jizz your last glimpse of the saloon before you pass out on the spot. You're still used for several hours, waking up at the back of the bar in chains, hoisted up on a chair. Your gut is massive, even touching the ground from its sheer mass, and nut drips from your mouth with every burp that comes out of you. You feel absolutely drunk, which makes sense from how heavily these guys are drinking. (if:$raunchmode is 1)[One of the gnolls walks up to you a few minutes later, stumbling in his drunken stupor and putting his cock in your mouth. You're too horny and drunk to protest as he begins nonchalantly pissing down your throat. The sour taste of piss isn't too great, but the burning of liquor makes it a bit more tolerable. ]All in all you're reduced to being a slut for the gnolls in the bar, but a week later you're rotated out to the guard post in the edge of the encampment. You get familiar with every single cock that goes inside of you, even crave for a few particular ones. The taste of jizz is ever-present but you always crave for more, even learning to use your tongue to push yourself inside of a few urethras to get a second wind. Sometimes it even works. (if:$raunchmode is 1)[Sometimes it just earns you more piss. But you couldn't be happier.]

rats, forced vore, lots of tongue, farthuffing, cv into cockfuck, Hyenabig: planned: facesitting, scat-eating, mindbreak, cocksleeve, full-tour, muskplay

The grey stone appears cracked in places, and slabs appear to be missing; Not out of battle damage, but wear. Moss fills the crevices and ivy tends to creep across the corners connecting the bridge with the castle proper. In fact, even the chains that are supposed to hold this heavy drawbridge taut are all covered in greenery. The gate appears to be open, one of the doors snapped horizontally in half and bent inwards. You step over it to the foyer of this fortress. There are three paths; North, East, West. There is also a second floor you may access if you have the necessary rope, as the stairs seem to have collapsed into a rubble around you. (if:$rope is >0)[You have $rope feet of rope. You need at least 6 to access the second floor. ] [[North|C1N]] [[East|C1E]] [[West|C1W]] [[South|CastleEntrance]] (if:$rope is >5)[[[Access the second floor|C2]]]

You begin climbing down the wooden ladder, finding the creaks to be quite disconcerting, but the climb is relatively effortless; That is, until you get to the last 4 feet. You feel the give immediately on your hand and disengage from the ladder, landing with a splash on your back on the-- thankfully shallow, moat. The ladder before you cracks and snaps before splitting into two massive sticks that fall to either side, its snapping echoing through the large hallways of moss and water.(set:$ladder to "broken") (display:"CastleMoat1")

You retrace your steps to where you know the river passage you previously used was, and spot the clearing, but also spot a massive figure that makes you dive towards the nearest bush; The sound of a battle also gives it away, as you poke your head out and try to get a better look. It appears to be a massive creature, female curves if you had to estimate a gender, thick tail and strangely dragon-like frame. What strikes you the most is her goopy complexion, a lavender purple and a cloud grey mix and match her heavy, chubby body, green eyes topping the draconic-like figure as it stares down at her quarry. You've seen these fictional creatures before, but never in the, uh, goop; They are a Goodra. Dotting the river's bank are several furred creatures currently battling the 10 feet tall goo dragon, who is keeping her ground well enough, grabbing several of the smaller figures and swallowing them whole. What you do notice as well, is the dozen-strong troop arriving from your right, heading in to finish this fight for good. You could try sneaking around in order to avoid the battle, help the larger figure, or help the smaller combatants. You could also head back towards the castle. [[Sneak around|TownOut1]] [[Help the large female form|Goodra]] [[Head back towards the castle|CastleEntrance]]

You see a beefy-looking gnoll, as well as several smaller figures setting up a heap of wood and scrap into a crossbow, chain attached to its corresponding bolt; The biggest one mans the weapon, aiming it straight at center mass of the dragon, (if:$shortsword is >0)[You dive forwards and slash at the gnoll in front, catching it unaware and dealing it a pretty hefty wound accross his chest, sending him to the floor instantly. The other two growl at you and think of pouncing at you, but they are immediately scared by the shining weapon you hold, and opt to escape the conflict. The fight ends rapidly, the dragon easily cleaning up the remaining gnolls, some of which you manage to carve down or scare with your sword. Turns out, once separated from the masses, most of them are pretty skittish. The oversized creature steps towards you, her large frame leaving behind a trail of slime as she leans forwardss to get a closer look at you. You stare into the emerald-like eyes, each as big as your head, and she simply kisses you. It's a kiss that envelops your whole form, and leaves a giant string of goo connecting the two of you even as she turns tail and leaves. (set:$goodra to "good") (display:"Townout1")](else:)[when you dive valiantly and tackle the gnoll in front of you, thudding against his heavy frame and landing into the ground immediately. He doesn't seem phased, but his two companion eagerly grab at you while you're down and dive for the goods. You feel your bodysuit torn from you as thick gnoll cocks spear you from both ends. The release of the crossbow is a sound that's dwarfed by the schlicks and schlops of masssive horsecocks entering your form, slimy tools caking your face and crotch in overworked seed. Consciousness drifts from your form once one of the beings jabs a sharp needle into your neck. (display:"HyenaSub")]

You prod it with a finger, finding it to be receptive to your touch. It seems to be a bit fatter than what you're used to seeing, probably as dense as your thumb, but it has a bit of give. [[Cool, cross the river|CastleRiverCrossw]] [[Give it a closer look|RiverSlug1]]

You fling the worm out of sight, before crossing the river. (display:"CastleRiverCross")

You get a bit closer to it, giving it another poke. It rescinds for a minute, squeezing into its own body before extending almost twice its body length. As it does, a little protrusion comes out the bottom of this worm, which slides for a second across your palm. It has an immediate jolt on you, that makes you shake for a moment. The sudden wave of pleasure washes over you like someone just pushed a button right on your prostate, and it takes you almost a minute to pull yourself together. You give it another glance, it appears to be dormant. [[Let's. Cross that river now.|CastleRiverCrossw]] [[Fuck it. Put it in your crotch.|RiverSlug2]]

You give a cursory glance of the entire span of the woods, as well as the river, before idly zipping down your suit and dropping the little thing into your crotch-section, zipping the thing back up and continuing on to cross the river. You feel a small, squishy thing wiggling right into your balls, and it's a bit disconcerting. (set:$worm to it+ 1) (display:"CastleRiverCross")

You masterfully slide down with one knee out, both hands on either side to keep your upper body stable, before splashing down into the cold water. From there it's just a short 30 second swim to the other bank, and quite a few handfuls of mud later, you're on dry land. [[Next|CastleEntrance]]

The heat of the building carries with it a gentle orange glow, clanks of iron on iron marking the tempo of this forge building as a large figure sits on the harth of this fire, hammering away at a glowing piece of metal. The shower of sparks sends a few points of light that illuminate the outline of this creature; A most definitive set of feminine hips, thickly built shoulders, a large bundle of hair tied into a ponytail, the dashes of burning white light show pink, smooth skin, and the brief turn of the figure's head your way put the clanks to a stop. With a soft hiss, the orange glow dies down, and stepping into the light of the entrance is, what you can make out to be a large, anthropomorphic pig, feminine in nature, her short snout, prominent underbite and overgrown lower jaw putting her more in line with boars, but the rest of her figure looks almost shimmering from the sweat. Her weathered face actually turns soft at the sight of you, and she spends a minute taking off her leather gloves before tossing them into an obscured table. (set:$forge to 1) (display:"forge")

(if:$forgework is 0)["Sure." She sits back down and tends to her work, gloves back on as she begins directing you "Next room, there's three leather bundles, pick 'em up, look at the tags, start delivering them. Make sure they pay what's in the tag. Be back for lunch." Her delivery is cold, and she doesn't spend a second looking at you, but you pick up the large mounds of weapons, and get on to delivering them. It takes you a few minutes of asking around, and you're met with your fair share of sideway glances. (some free gold here, cap & bad end)]

bitch it aint ready

You dive into the copious amounts of foreskin, both hands keeping the member still as you pierce through the soft layer of thick skin. You can feel the heat of the cock mingle with the steaming smell of fresh cum, a manly scent so intense it causes you to lose yourself deeper into the bunny's fleshy cavern. Thick, salty precum covers your senses as the tunnel closes in around your cheeks, then ears. You feel a large hand caress your head through the foreskin, the insides slick and coated with precum. It's impossible for you to lap it all up, especially once you reach the proper cockhead which constantly blurts out batch after batch of pre. Prodding with your tongue you notice the urethra itself is so wide and lubricated you could probe your face deeper into it. [[Deeper|BunnyCavesSuccv]] [[Wrap your mouth around it and swallow|BunnyCavesSucinf]]

You lift up your legs, wrapping them against the massive pole and saddling back until it is aligned with your behind. The bunny lets it happen, only grabbing your midsection when he sees what's going on; With his other hand, he grabs at his hooded tip, prodding against your ass and squishing his own cockhead, causing the foreskin to sputter forth a thick batch of precum that soaks your ass, thighs, and lower torso. The hot fluid carries the same, intense, primal musk that causes your own cock to throb at the sensation, as a few large fingers probe and push the improvised lubricant around your insides, getting your ass primed what's to come. After a few minutes of this, the cock begins ever so slowly pushing inwards, causing the stretching sensation that you've been inching towards, a strong arm holding onto your shoulder as this huge pillar bulges through your whole organism; The outline visibly stretching your form into a cock-shaped sleeve, going further up, up until it reaches your stomach, esophagus, and throat. Your breath gets caught up on the bunny-meat that comes out of your taut mouth, body comically turning into a perfectly molded cock-sock. You can feel every bump, nook and fold in the rabbit cock that's deep in you, looking through the edges of your vision as the cockhead emerges from your stretched-out mouth, dripping some fresh pre on your face. Before long a hand grabs you by the stomach and pulls in one quick motion, schlopping the you-sized bunny dong out of you, your cock immediately cumming hard at the sensation of your whole body going vacant for a second, then full again. You're lifted up by the abdomen, going limp as every thrust fills you up like a balloon, coming out of your mouth and causing a primal moan to echo out of the cave; Your mind is so addled with pleasure that you can't tell if they're yours or the bunny's. Neither can you tell when it is finally cumming, or at least you can once it pulls out, fills you to the brim, and then sends the rest towards your face like a thick icing on your cum-filled self. Your body now a barely recognizable outline in the massive pile of bunny nut, cum escaping your ass and mouth like a geyser. (display:"BunnyCavesFinish")

You sit still, naked as you are in the dimly lit cavern. The large, beefy bunny leans its entire body onto you, the huge gut pressing down onto your abdomen, legs, chest, until it's thoroughly smothering your whole form against the hard stone below. You groan as the rumbling, soft fur presses inwards, giving in to your form and causing you to hear gurgles, groans... moans? From inside the stomach. The creature begins lightly humping at you, rubbing the massive belly up and down your form, your cock throbbing from the sensation alone, and eventually getting lodged in the wide navel he sports. Sensing this, he bounces the massive orb up and down, powerbottoming you with his bellybutton. The sweat-stained hole feels so wrong, but you start humping away out of sheer bliss. Minutes pass, you learn to ration your breathing between bounces, as every squelching pressing of his gut causes you to lose your wind and causes the platform to crack somewhat. Tons of pressure applied softly across your entire body, yet your member eagerly unloads an eager batch of cum into his navel, as you moan and rub away at the stomach. The humping and bouncing stops, the gut retracts some, dragging you through sticky sweat before you slip off and plop on the poodle of sweat below you, heaving. The figure lays there, expectantly, trying to get a view of his cum-soaked belly, to no avail. [[Lick it clean|BunnyCavesNavel]] [[Take no action|BunnyCavesSquash]]

Your upper body lifts up as you shove it into the foreskin, feeling your shoulders bulge against the soft, slimy skin, then chest. Your head easily slips into the cockhead, and you are rewarded with globs of precum showering your face. You can feel massive amounts of the stuff flowing past you and lubricating your way in, hot, soft flesh coaxing you deeper into this ever expanding chamber. It stretches just barely, the spongy tube drawing you until you worm your way into the sagging chamber below, landing in a massive pool of cum. You give out a satisfied sigh, the dark chamber carrying this heady, thick smell of fresh, manly cum, up to your shoulders in it, as a hand strokes your chest, then another. A few bodies press up against you, bunnies, you gather; They begin making out with you in this pool of pure seed, humping, fucking, moaning and rubbing, there must be half a dozen of them, eagerly accepting their creamy fate. One prods their slimy manhood against your ass, and one by one, you're fucked by the entire cast, leaning down to swallow mouthfuls of the thick fluid, feeling the salty nectar travel down your gullet. You spend hours of utter bliss before your form begins to give, as well as the other bunnies's. You go out in a wave of pure pleasure, feeling your body mingling with other bodies, feeling their pleasure like brick walls you're crashing into. Your mostly liquid body retains some shape, your crotch pumping out more and more cum as you finally sigh and join this cesspool of bliss. When you emerge, not all of your memories are there, but enough for you to remember some semblance of a previous life, if a little mixed up with someone else's. Your furred, white form, like your brothers, emerges out wrapped in thick coatings of cum, your life nectar. You're squelched out of one tall, massive bunny's behind, along several others. The light of the sun stings and the air immediately feels cooler than the heat you've grown to love, but your fellow compatriots huddle up all together with you, keeping hot and beginning to get frisky in their new bodies. You all share your first orgasm in a blissful, cum-coated orgy. Your first of many.

You feel the warm, spongy flesh push itself until the urethra is sending thick batches of hot, salty precum down your gullet, your hands caressing the soft, pliable exterior of the immense cock, feeling the skin folds as you lick, kiss, and swallow. You settle into a steady rhythm, moaning into your little cave, feeling the heat surround you as the foreskin squelches around your head, taking in the hot, heady scent of the bunny's manhood. You don't really know how long you stay this way, but you do notice that your method works, when a hand presses softly against the back of your head, and the urethra stretches to deliver gallons upon gallons of thick, bunny cream into your system. Your gut swells up almost immediately, as well as your throat, with every pulse, comes another salty batch. The cock jerks back, and the next batch shoots against your face, bulging against the foreskin and utterly coating your head in the hot fluid that runs down your entire upper body. Your hands caress your swollen belly, feeling the weight of the heavy foreskin subside, light coming to you as another few jets of nut cover you utterly in the hot, steaming nectar. You fall backwards, though your landing is softened by the cum that's everywhere around the table, and you, utterly exhausted by this affair. (display:"BunnyCavesFinish")

You step up to the entrance, a small step leading up to the front door. [[Knock|Cottage1]] [[Head back|TownOut1]] [[Inspect the well|CottageWell]] [[Inspect the rustling sounds|CottageBem]]

You step out of the direct path and inspect the well-crafted, well... well. It is made out of mortar, much like the building proper, and has a simple roofing along with a bucket and pulley. The bucket is currently pulled up and has a little puddle of transparent water left at the bottom. A quick density check reveals that, yes it quite indeed appears to be fresh water. You peer down inside, and about 15 feet down it is pure darkness, with the proper tools you could head down it. (if:$rope is >0)[You have $rope feet of rope. It'll take you 15 to travel down safely. [[Climb down the cottage.|CotWell]]] [[Head back|Cottage]]

Coming onto this clearing is the ruins of what appears to be some sort of house, now very little left. A half-wall of grey bricks still stands, A busty and overall large anthropomorphic Arctic Wolf leaning on it as a seat. The wall bends a bit outwards from her(?) frame pushing on it, but otherwise stands. She's wearing a simple black T-shirt that reads "**MEME**" in white, as well as stretched, black yoga pants that leave very little to the imagination: Her massive not-feminine-at-all package bulging obscenely and outlining a thick blue cock, its middle protruding just a bit. One hand's on her phone, the other one's idly scratching her hips. The chewing appears to be coming from her, as she's currently biting down on a pink piece of candy. "Ogh, Hgey." The voice calls out mid-chew, her sight not broken from her phone, as she begins tugging the strained pants off, flopping her massive, almost you-sized, erection. Her massive cock is only weighed down by her equally-as-enormous balls, and she idly tosses the pants to the side. "You're the dude I ordered the other day, right?" Um. [[Suck her off?|BemOral]] [[Maybe... Fuck her?|BemFuck]] [[Leave|Cottage]]

The knocking of wood is low but loud, you can hear it echo just a bit within the building; The place falls back into silence before you hear the rustling of a lock, and the door opens silently outwards, revealing a large figure; A 7 foot tall, anthropomorphic kitsune stands before you, holding a teacup with both hands, her gray fur obscured by the white velvet robes that fall upon her shoulders. A soft, welcoming face beams from her the second she sees you, and she turns around and begins walking back, a long tail that almost reaches the ground before arching upwards swishing behind. A feminine, if still low and mature voice rings out from her as she heads into the next room "Do close the door behind you". You do so.

(if:$rope is >14)[Little by little, you can attach the rope to the side column of the well, and after giving it some hardy pushes conclude that it will be able to hold your weight properly. Luckily your waist has built in sections where rope can be securely attached to and you can rappel inside with ease. The darkness of the cavern only gets worse the further in you go, and just at the end of your rope, you can see a little bit of light trickling from a small crack in the wall. It is a dull azure blue that just faintly pierces the stone in front of you. (if:$pickaxe is 1)[[[Pick it?|CotWellPick]]](else:)[If you had a pickaxe, you could work your way through this wall.] [[Keep going down|CotWellMole]] [[Head Back|CotWellExit]]](else:)[(display:"CotWellMole")]

You slam into the stone, again and again. Shards of it spray out with every loud pick, falling into the abyss below.

As you begin your descent, a small wave of air catches you from beneath, strange coming from the underground, so you put both feet firmly on the wall and try looking down; All you see is darkness. The warm pressing of a body against your butt is all you feel as the sound of something heavy moving up from beneath causes you to panic and begin climbing on up, but with a snap, momentum begins dragging you down as there is no longer a rope to hold you up, and you hear the slow exhale of whatever's beneath you sigh as you land butt-first into a slimy, hot pocket; Fleshy walls surrounding you and folding you as your feet and hands desperately try to pry themselves from the closing maw of whatever's holding you. You actually manage to start tearing yourself out of your predator, actually holding yourself straight, legs on one jaw, hands on the other. Suddenly, gravity ceases to exist, and you find yourself... floating? You look straight up and see the point of light from the well, speeding away until it is just a dull point of light miles from the surface. Your predator seems to be falling faster than you, and you do your best to straighten yourself out and not knick the walls, reaching out to where you want your rope to be, anywhere in front of you. You hear the scraping of stone, claws digging hard into the well, and a deep exhale of air before, with painful speed, you spear through the creature's mouth, slimy guts acting as a slide for your rapid descent. (if:$raunchmode is 1)[Stinking slime halts your descent with muffled squelches. You land right in the middle of this hot mound; Glorps and squorches ring in your ears, and your body is pressed against what you can only assume to be dung.](else:)[Eventually, past feet upon feet of hot intestinal passages, you feel your momentum finally begin to halt, slime covering your entire body across this hot, musky passage somewhere deep inside your predator.] Your last moments are spent huffing the foul beast as your exhausted body slowly fades into the pinks(if:$raunchmode is 1)[,browns] and reds of its bowels. Your bodysuit hangs out of the enormous mole rat's hole, the empty, soaked clothing hanging by its head piece(if:$scat is 0)[ before falling into the abyss below, landing somewhere atop massive piles of slimy, discarded clothing. The molerat begins clambering up the well, its blubbery body scraping every so often along the walls as a trail of drool constantly falls off its front. Seems it really enjoys the taste of humans.](if:$scat is 1)[ before a deep squelch begins inflating it with steaming, giant mounds of scat. The suit comically grows by the legs first, and bloats upwards until its weight causes it to fall out of the creature's hole. A deep squelch resonates some minutes later, and the beast begins clambering back up, nonchalantly releasing some more piles of wannabe adventurer droppings into the void of pure feces below.]

You easily climb back out of the place, securing your rope and dusting your bodysuit off. (display:"MarshWest")

A moist, dark green creeps from every conceivable wall and floor of this moat, the 20 ft. height of the walls do allow some light to come through from the skies, but it's mostly diffussed with the dark environment. More than that, there is an unnatural darkness that impedes your vision past sixty to seventy feet. It's not hampering, but not comforting, either. You can move to either side of the castle, (if:$ladder is not "broken")[Or try climbing the [[ladder|MoatOut]]](else:)[as the ladder reaching up appears to be sundered.] [[North|CMN]] [[South|CMS]]

There's nothing here!!!!

The room opens up into a vast expanse of multi-leveled gardens, all thoroughly overgrown and even piercing the 2nd floor ceiling; You can see balconies peeking from the second floor, one of which is completely obscured by a tall wall of ivy. This would also be a proper place to climb. (if:$bracelet is 1)[(if:$braceletA is 0)[ You hear a loud **BEEP** from the golden bracelet you acquired at the pawn shop. It goess off once, and then appears to fall inert. (set:$braceletA to 1)]] (if:$rope is >0)[You have $rope feet of rope. You need at least 10 to access the second floor. ] (if:$rope is >5)[[[Access the second floor|C2N]]] [[North|C1N-N]] [[South|CastleBridge]] [[East|C1E-N]] [[West|C1W-N]]

Most of the passages leading to other rooms are caved in from poor structural integrity, mildewed wood and rubble blocking your entrance to most of what appear to be common rooms and storage closets. The eerie silence of this place only becomes more oppressive as your footsteps are all that echo among this castle. You see an open room heading North, and the passageway continues East. (if:$bracelet is 1)[(if:$braceletA is 0)[You hear a loud **BEEP** from the golden bracelet you acquired at the pawn shop. It goess off once, and then appears to fall inert.(set:$braceletA to 1)]] [[North|C1E-N]] [[East|C1E-E]] [[West|CastleBridge]]

You see a large trapdoor, dead center in the room, an equal-sized lock keeping it firmly anchored against the ground. Several puncture marks scar the wood, but none of them seem to pierce past the material. (if:$CastKey is 1)[[[Open the trapdoor|CB1]]] [[East|CastleBridge]] [[North|C1W-N]]

(if:$rat is 1)[Empty, one of the many halls of this castle that flows into broken down passageways and decrepit halls. Some light peeks in from broken walls and ceilings, whatever isn't claimed by nature spills some golden light into the room.(if:$ratsquish is 1) The poor carpet that used to be a rat spans the center of the hall, the bottom of its feet still trying to skitter away. [[North|C1E-N-N]] [[South|C1E]] [[East|C1E-E-N]] [[West|C1N]]](if:$rat is 0)[(display:"Rat")]

You reach what you assume would be the corner of the castle, as the tall corridor seems to take a sharp right and begin heading North. [[North|C1E-E-N]] [[West|C1E]]

A trickle of water can be heard from somewhere in the distance.(if:$rat is 0)[ As as you begin walking, a large shape can be seen scurrying in the distance; Rodent in nature, but immense. It skitters towards the West, and is nowhere to be seen.] Otherwise, the place seems pretty dead, with only three passages to choose from. [[North|C1E-E-N-N]] [[South|C1E-E]] [[West|C1E-N]]

The giant structure corners here, not much to see other than a small crawlspace that's been caved in with rubble. It looks like a mousehole, you'd reckon, only expanded to be near your size. [[West|C1E-N-N]] [[South|C1E-E-N]]

Seizing the oportunity of the beast getting caught up in your suit, you begin running, slipping out of its tiny claws and crawling up to a stand as you gather momentum. The immediate skittering coming your way seems to close the gap, and you're quick to grab one of the half-rotten chairs in front of you and shove them behind you, hearing the almost immediate cracking of wood. (if:$goodra is "good")[You hear a deep, and violent squish, turning in your sprint to see that the rat is no more. A ten foot tall Goodra lays on the flatted, chittering body, now turned into a puddle by the slimy dragon. She gives the thing a few stomps, and you watch it comically mush into a carpet-like heap of wriggling fur. She saunters forwards, going low to meet your eye, and picks you up with one thin arm, the lavender goop dripping all over you as she gives you a deep french kiss. You pull back, but with your strength can't convey resistance to this large form, as your throat bulges slightly from the thick saliva running down your throat. It's sweet, warm, and sends strange sparks of pleasure through your dome; Ultimately, you decide to close your eyes and embrace it, still hearing the faint, meek chirps of the rat below, before another squish puts that sound to rest. You share this moment for a while, until she decides to put you down, stomping away and leaving the flattened rat, turned into a very wide, thin puddle. You step over him as you walk, the rug feels quite comfortable.(set:$rat to 1)(set:$ratsquish to 1) [[Next|C1E-N]] ](else:)[Due to your current position in the chamber, you could either run north, or try and squeeze yourself through the small crevace dug onto the corner of this building. [[Run to the hole|RatRun1]] [[Get into the hole|RatDenRun]]]

With a schlop, you feel the thick meat bulge against your abdomen as it goes hilt-deep on its first thrust. You give out an empty moan into the cold air as the chilly stone floor takes the impact of the rat's thrusts. You feel the pistoning begin to increase to unbearable levels, dozens of thrusts per second causing your entire body to quiver as your prostate is battered and your form tossed around like a ragdoll. It gets harder to get your bearings the harder it thrusts, and even while you feel your stomach begin to bulge with rodent seed, it doesn't seem to stop its humping by one bit. A few minutes pass, and you've given up to your fate, both arms bracing against the floor as gallons of rat cum flow deeper and deeper into you. You feel a small shiver as your distended gut hits the cold stone floor and a small burp sends some salty jizz out your mouth, at which point you feel your very excited lover finally disengage without a word. You hear some faint skittering, but by the time you turn around, it is nowhere to be seen. You spend a few minutes getting used to not having a vibrating meat pole inside of you, and eventually manage to get up, geysers of rodent nut flowing out your backside. You can't get the taste out of your mouth, but it isn't bad either; The hard part is cramming your massive gut into your suit now. (set:$rat to 1)[[Next|C1E-N]]

(if:$bracelet is 1)[(if:$braceletA is 0)[You hear a loud **BEEP** from the golden bracelet you acquired at the pawn shop. It goess off once, and then appears to fall inert.(set:$braceletA to 1)]] Large swaths of the northern wall are destroyed, sliced away like they were butter; As such, the rubble makes this corridor chokingly tight, but you can still make it across. [[East|C1E-E-N-N]] [[West|C1N-N]] [[South|C1E-N]]

Silence is more oppressive in this room, what appears to be an intersection of four different corridors resulting in a grand hall. Several tables span this place along with chairs that are all rotten and ground into defaced planks. Nature has taken most of this place apart, and you can see at the top what appears to be a balcony overlooking this place from the second floor. When a heavy weight slams into your back and causes you to fall backwards, rolling some. In confusion, you begin standing up, but the same mass keeps you pinned down. Its movements are jerky, its body appears to be furred, and you can hear quick, hot breaths against the back of your neck. The creature's body easily covers you head to toe, and you feel small legs pull back as a pair of them begin tugging at your suit; In your struggle you actually manage to turn around and see a massive rat, its body as big as yours, if only more rotund. It fiddles with your bodysuit for a while before managing to actually take it off, at which point you feel the throbbing heat of his cock slap your abdomen as it eagerly positions itself to thoroughly have its way with you. [[Try escaping|RatEsc]] [[Take it|RatFuck]]

No!!!!

Furniture lays broken and sundered, like the epicenter of a very localized hurricane. Some pieces of chairs and tables are embedded into hard stone, a strange sight. [[North|C1W-N-N]] [[East|C1N]] [[South|C1W]]

The creaking of long-unused hinges mixes with the old wood below finding air upon its stairs; Swaths of dust fly out with the wind of the exterior, and what little sunlight creeps in from above show the deep, claustrophobic staircase leading to god-knows-where. [[Head down|CBN]] [[Nah|C1W]]

The castle opens up further north, into an open courtyard where a break room probably sat at one point; Decrepit walls bend to let the flora overtake them, but the vines do not hamper your passage. An unnatural wail fades in and out, its source unknown to you. [[North|C1N-N-N]] [[East|C1E-N-N]] [[West|C1W-N-N]] [[South|C1N]]

This room appears to resemble a throne room, the light from the open roof allowing rays of sunshine to trickle down onto the destroyed seats of figures of power. Some of these seatings look much bigger than you, while others are smaller, some on par. A 6 feet tall metallic contraption sits smack center of the room, a cylindrical structure, thrusters on the bottom, its door spanning an entire half of it, and translucent. You know exactly what it is, it's a ship. [[Inspect Ship|Ship]] [[South|C1N-N]]

This plain section of the castle corners out, though it is surprisingly intact. Save for the floor, which is cracked and rendered into rubble at places, which is strange because you can't see any apparent cause for these marks. (if:$ghost is 0)[ (display:"Ghost")](else:)[ [[South|C1W-N]] [[East|C1N-N]]]

Your wandering stops when a strange shiver shoots up your spine, causing you to stand up straight. A small gust of wind blows past your face, the uncanny sound of an exhale being carried along. A figure makes itself present, an ethereal white orb, about the size of your torso, large beady eyes, a grin splitting the shape's middle, and surprisingly goofy, blocky eyebrows. Its large, pink tongue hangs lazily in the air as it stares at you for a minute. You've heard about ghosts, and the presence of spiritual vestiges of creatures, but you've never seen one up close like this. Some time after you both assess one another, you hear a wet schlop, and see as the ghostly, now mostly solid being, lulls its tongue out even further, as a thick rod appears out of its bottom, fading into view. Two soccerball-sized nuts slip out of the form as well, and the ghost begins floating up to let you get a solid view of its uncut, white member. Apparently ghosts have needs, too. [[Stand there|Ghost BJ]] [[Present it your behind|GhostFuck]] [[Leave|GhostRape]]

*Schlup!* Though your mouth is closed, the ghostly aparition effortlessly dives forwards and somehow shoves its tool down your throat, your eyes bulging in surprise as your tongue catches the very prominent taste of salty sweat, the pungent smell filling your nose as well. You open your mouth to protest, but once you do, it is impossible to close it back up, and this floating entity easily overpowers you by relentlessly pistoning its slimy cock in and outta you; Lewd squelches and schlops fill the area, thick strings of its produce bridging your cheeks and the dong's base. You moan to yourself as the very intense feeling of a vibrating cock within your esophagus is rivaled with the hot, ever-growing bulge within your stomach. You press a hand down to feel as your abdomen inflates ever so faintly with the warm seed of this ghostly being, almost falling forwards as there's... nothing in front of you now. Only the feeling of your stomach is any evidence there was anyone around you. That, and the trails of steaming slime coating your entire face. (display:"GhostEnd")

You turn your back to the entity, zipping down your suit and leaning down to expose your cheeks to it. The cold air sends a shiver up your spine, and you feel the orb shaped creature push its body against it, an oversized tongue lapping at your behind and replacing the cold for a different kind of warm. At the same time, you see another ghost form in front of you, the same type of humanoid-ish erection a few inches from your nose. The smell is intense, yet, faint. This ghost does not approach its member to you, however; It instead turns its body away, showing you a wrinkly, large hole in its bottom, which winks at you before slowly opening up. You get a few moments of regret before, your head Schlops into the ghost's bowels. Hot, smelly insides press on you from all sides, the stretchy, quasi-fleshy edges of its butthole closing around your neck. Immediately, your ass is assaulted with the intense, rapid-fire pistoning of a ghost cock deep inside of you. Your moans are muffled, but your cock is happily bouncing with every thrust. (if:$raunchymode is 1)[Your mouth opens on its own, though you don't command it to. The air gets nastier, and a sludgy material presses against your tongue. It tastes earthy and bitter, yet salty. Being inside of a ghost's asshole, there isn't much questioning what this is, but your throat strangely relaxes on its own and accepts waves of this stuff, your hand unwillingly stroking your throat as you feel yourself lose control of your body. ]Your hand comes out and begins stroking on the ghost in front of you, out of its own accord, a few limbs not responding to your desperate attempts at flailing. Your stomach burbles as it takes in a little bit too much of the ghost's produce, its cum not going anywhere either, as it is all contained within your suit, its zipper pulled close surprisingly. A few minutes of this later, your body begins standing back up, you can feel your gut, bouncing forwards as it carries a massive, distended stomach that wobbles at every step. And then... Control is regained. Much like hopping off of a merry-go-round, you're dizzied and disoriented for a minute, holding your sagging, rumbling gut. You can hear and feel your poor behind leaking the ghost's fluids, and the afterglow is still ruminating in the back of your head, as if something had latched onto you mind. (display:"GhostEnd")

You turn tail and begin to flee, when a strange nausea washes over you. You look behind you, and see no sign of the spectral entity; And almost immediately, you fall to the floor on all fours, one hand clutching your now swollen belly. The feeling of something round, squirming inside is surprising, and it quickly melts with jolts of pleasure, as something pistons out of your ass quickly; out and in. You feel your suit bulge outwards, as whatever spectral entity begins literally fucking you from your insides. You find it hard to get back up, legs quivering as the pole seems to be getting girthier and longer with each thrust; The ball-shaped bulge in your stomach beginning to shrink. Suddenly, another spectral entity grabs you by your hair, cramming another massive ghostcock down your throat. It slides in effortlessly, bulging out your throat. Your struggles can't go anywhere, as every swipe you take at either entity does not meet purchase; These entities seem to only be corporeal to the things they choose, and your arms just aren't on that list. You can only brace against the floor as a massive flood of ghostly jizz hits your stomach, and another bulges out the back of your suit and floods your inside in hot, slimy 'plasm. The thrusts seem to get slower, and slower... and then, there's nothing; Other than gallons of jizz inside and outside of you. You take a minutes to get your breathing back, noticing that, even though you could breathe fine with a ghost dick in your mouth, it still stretched you like a solid pole would; You lean backwards and zip your suit down, seeing large globs of thick cum splat down onto a pile. It's enough to not weigh you down, but there's nothing you can do about the pile *in* you. (display:"GhostEnd")

(if:$ship is not "ready")[ Unlike the capsule you used, this one seems to be in one piece; Furthermore, the pieces don't seem to have suffered through the hardships of reentry, but the more you inspect it the more you notice it's seen some jury-rigging. Plates don't quite match, one of the footholds is a fabricated piece of aluminum, with clear jagged cuts along the edge. Whoever put this here also did some degree of repairs to put this thing back into use. You also see a small slot on the side of the door, it is round, and indented on one side, like a large ring or bracelet goes there. Doesn't seem like your translator will fit. (if:$bracelet is 1)[[[Put the golden bracelet in?|Ship1]]] [[Back|C1N-N-N]]](else:)[(display:"Ship3")]

**BEEP** The inside of the ship lights up, and a click is all you get before you back off, and the door swings open. It rattles against haphazardly-placed hinges on its side. Why the hell was this ship designed to shoot a door out at a hundred miles-per-hour, anyways? You're glad your secret santa installed hinges on this one. Inside, you see the basic command module your pod also had, except that the fuel gauge and battery monitor both appear to be full. The screen on the door marks many green components. Save for one: "Navigation Module". That seems fairly important. (if:$shipkgive is 0)[A small key lays on the main seating, looks rusty, but its blade seems unharmed. You pocket it (set:$CastKey to 1)(set:$shipkgive to 1)] (if:$Nav is 1)[[[Place the module inside|Ship2]]] [[Back|C1N-N-N]]

**BWEEP** The rest of the ship whirls to life, the distant memory of a slightly vibrating hull coming to life as the external walls of the ship hum just barely. You hop onto the ship, toggling the usual checkups of the engine, finding all lights green above the screen, and the control lever shifts forwards.(if:$badmor is 0)[ Yup, she's ready. (set:$ship to "ready") [[Hop in|Ship3]] [[Back|C1N-N-N]]](else:)[ "Oh, there you are." You look up from your console screen to the castle's interior, finding a slender, tall rodent-like being, dragging behind a tail that's closing in on their 7ft of height. The feminine voice carrying from her pointed, sharp muzzle accentuates the smiling, purple-eyed face of this sly, white creature. "And I saw that you've been keeping my possessions busy, too! 'Atta boy." You try and move out of the ship, but your joints all lock up on your upper torso, weighing down immensely. You see her glowing eyes, a faint line of the same color trailing from them and onto your silver armor. Her bare form, white as pearl, looks down on you as she leans forwards, eyeing you from one side and then the other; She then turns around and shoves her thick, furred behind into the small ship cabin. The metal creaks as it bends outwards, causing you to whimper a little at the sight of the damage. "I'd like to let you out, but, finders are keepers. Am I correct?" With a squish, your body is pressed hard against the metal behind you and the pliable cheeks that close around your body. The ship creaks as it catches against its back, causing it to lift up from your end momentarily. You feel the soft flesh of her pucker press up against you for a few moments, rubbing the musky appendage over your face, before the entire body pulls back. The ship creaks and falls back to an even position. "Ah, this won't do. That hunk of metal is too small. Out." Your suit obeys as it lifts up, carrying your torso, and begins pulling you out of the ruined ship. [[Next|RatGirl]]]

(set:$bracelet to 1) (set:$Nav to 1) (display:"Ship")

You take a seat inside the ship, closing the door and finding the screen to be displaying the current star system. It appears that you're in a galaxy some few light years from the original mothership. You can even see it on the map, and all! There's a number of extra quadrants that are uncharted. **SETTING DESTINATION:** (dropdown: bind $Setting, "Mothership", "UNCHARTED: Orion", "Manual") [[Leave the planet|Ship4]] [[Get off the ship|C1N-N-N]]

The faint sound of thrusters causes the control room to shudder, and in no time, you see through the polarized screen as you lift up, dragging vines and leaving them below as your ship gathers speed. The sun is just barely visible as you ascend higher and higher; The distant sight of canopy, broken by small towns here and there, and then, clouds, white, dark. Among the turmoil, a small device falls on your lap, tucked somewhere on the top section of the ship. You look it over, it appears to be an old-school audio device. The sight of the sun is all you can see for a few seconds, and your thrusters finally stop their low roars, but you do not descend. The glass on the front becomes frosted, but temperature does not change for you. The ship begins rotating, your sight goes back to the planet you left, but gravity is unchanged, seems the Navigation system is doing its work. [[Play the audio device|Ship5]]

A low female voice, couldn't be past their 30's, is caught mid-sentence as the recording plays: "-en probably you've gotten to this ship way after I have passed through; Either something caught me along the way, or I'm a fresh batch... of.. jizz to any of those cock-wielding fiends out here... Regardless-- here's the ship, and you're probably one of the few that got out to begin with, so you deserve to have this. Couple of components missing from the recording date, but if you get her open you'll know anyways. Once that's done, assuming you can hotwire this bitch to not have navigation needs, it's yours. Get the thumbstick on the back of this recorder onto the screen BEFORE the ship starts. The faction that got a hold of the broadcasting system has a script on loop, your ship catches it, you're fucked; They're just gonna take control of the ship and crash you back onto their turf, pizza delivery for them..." You look towards the back of the device, noticing the USB stick, and reach out immediately for the female port, jabbing into it a couple of times before you get the right side. The screen updates, but you're not sure if it'll be early enough. The audio log skips to its next recording: "Alright, couple of things left, most important of them all being the navigation system. I might have a bead on it, somewhere beneath the castle. I'll keep her in hover mode and tow it to it so that I can keep a low profile while I look around. I noticed that I never explained what's going on; So here goes." [[Next|Ship6]]

"Our genetic code was wild, we had gotten the hang of DNA splicing, make the baby you want, eyes, hair, everything. Big wang, that was genetical, too; Meaning only buy Cup-H's, and elastic, XXL boxers, 's all your kid's gonna need. Petri dish babies. When that was a thing, we started shoving little bits into that, see how it'd play out. Hey, it's nobody's baby, is what those amoral fuckers would say. Of. Fucking. Course it got out of hand, fast. Hey, wolves reach full breeding maturity in three years, and I've got no idea what other thing we started speeding up without even noticing. Soon enough, big wang DNA, with big wolf DNA, with whatever they also put in that we were never filled on. Our ship is big, so we sealed off the rot, kept it nice and away from us, for like, 7 months. And then, a little bug in our system wormed its way into the mainframe, sneaking in videos of what was happening on the other side. Boy did they got the hang of DNA tinkering, modifying their junk, and all of their bodies to make different species. Not only that, but also putting batches of their fucked-up selves into pods to start bedding down with whatever was down onto wild planets. They also tried hacking us, A LOT. Luckily we weren't stupid and did not click their sad attempts at backdoors. They had the escape pods, so one of them said "Hey, put me into one of those, I'll fly out, turn around, and crash on the other side." and, a few explosions later, one of them got inside, and got one of the doors open for just. Enough... time, for your favorite zombie movie scene to play out. So that's all it is, all it was, last I checked. Been a few years, but I'm sure you know that. Just don't get caught into their web; But if you do. Shit... why am I even telling you this?.... I know why, because you're a hail mary inside a hail mary, fuck it. There's a backdoor in here to seal this bitch the second you get into the control room. Get this done, hope that there are some rations, and start thumbing through the guide, expunge as many modules of the ship as you can, throw these assholes into the void, and then plot a course back to earth. God, my mouth is watering from the small, infinitesimal chance that this could be a thing... Lastly, obviously check for escape pods, try to use one, as SOON as you're within reach of la gran Tierra. If you keep the room sealed, everyone else will be on the blind. That's. That's all. Good luck." *Click!* And that's where it ends. [[Next|Ship7]]

The screen in front of you goes dark, a few glitchy, purple lines take over the monitor before showing you a camera feed. A strange, colored avian sits on a control room, talons propped up right next to the camera. He immediately looks straight at the camera, one hand holding a half-bitten apple, jaw slacking for a few seconds as he stares at the screen. He speaks with a casual tone, his voice human-like, that of a young adult male. "Oh. Heya, haven't had a fresh human in... Jesus, 3 years?" He types something with one hand, looking at screens that are out of view "Alright... alright, impressive resume, assuming that this isn't (if:$raunchymode or $scatmode is 1)[a pile of shit](else:)[a wad of cum] piloting the ship, permission to come aboaaard..." All of the lights in your ship turn red, and you hear the creak of auto-pilot kicking in. "--Granted." You panic, looking at the device that's jammed onto the port. It's now or never. You grab it and stow it into your suit, feeling the latex-like substance begin to flow into the chamber. You're going into hypersleep, the thumping of your heart the last thing you hear, and fear grips you, but only for a moment. You've got a ship to board. [[Next|End]]

You sprint, rounding the corner rather well, and immediately hearing the dashing of stone as the creature isn't quick to turn. Seizing the opportunity, you go into a short sprint forwards, making quite a few rooms of distance, before... It's weird, it's like your head is suddenly covered in a bucket of tar, it addles your thoughts and obscures your vision, causing you to lose track of your surroundings. You're keen enough to round a corner out of view of the massive rodent before falling down with your momentum. You put both hands to your head, finding purchase on something, mostly round, soft like flesh, a large appendage coming out of its front, where your nose would be. Another, slick appendage rolls around your hand as it feels for it, followed by a slurping sound. It begins to dawn on you how thick and hot the air is around you, the smell of earthy sweat very prominent; Digging your fingers around your neck, you find the wrinkly hole your head has been plunged into, just in time for light to shower your eyes as a large *Schlop!* resonates across the castle. A little trail of steam emanates from your slick head, as you see the ghostly orb-like entity flaunting its massive erection at you before fading out of view. **WHACK** A furry body slams onto your back, sending you bouncing forwards on the cold stonework into a prone position. You slide a few feet forwards as the dizzying slam confuses you for a few seconds, enough for the oversized rat to make its way to you and chow down on your head. Its momentum enough to stuff your shoulders and midsection in with one, solid gulp. A second later and your head is poking into a hot, slimy chamber, the rest of your body slowly rising feet-up and waving from side to side. The rat makes quick work of you, a quick bulge in its throat before descending to the furred belly of the beast. [[Next|RatGhost]]

You take a dive into the hole, bracing your chest as the impact carries you in a slide towards the crevice, slipping inside. The dim interior carries some dark vines across the walls, but you spot an opening and run towards it, noticing as the ceiling begins to come down onto you as you keep going forwards. It quickly lowers down to a few feet high crawlspace, and hearing the skittering behind you, you're forced to slump down into a crawl. The scratching sounds of the rodent get only closer, and closer; You grit your teeth as you feel your muscles strain with every foot that you move, but they, all of the sudden, cease. You give a look behind you, only now noticing just how dark this space really is, before moving deeper within this slowly forming cavern-like space. You come out of this space to pitch darkness, slowly standing up and dusting yourself off. Your surroundings are imperceptible, but the very familiar sound of claws on stone do clue you in on what's in front of you. You turn tail and begin clambering back, but a soft, warm surface blocks your exit, almost immediately rivaled with another at your behind. Sharp claws dig through your thigs, tearing your, thankfully protective suit, to bits. The momentum drags you backwards, and you feel the cold air of this world for just a moment, before a warm, slick appendage slaps you on the cheek, prodding along your exposed, bare flesh, and eventually finding purchase within your hole. You protest, hands outstretched to your sides to grip the stone and push yourself forwards. The furred body in front of you is no more, but as you boost ahead, feel it replaced with a fleshy opening that swallows your head up. The musky, slick flesh closes around your neck, and the cock lodged in your behind pushes you deeper into, what you assume to be, rodent ass. [[Next|RatDenRun2]]

***GHLURK!*** You messily drop inside the surprisingly spacious stomach of this massive rat, slimy drool caking your body as you splash down into an off-white pool on the bottom of its stomach. The musky organ squelches down on you just a bit to keep you in place, as the being begins jostling left and right, sending you into an uncomfortable attraction park. The darkened chamber receives a bit of light on this trip, a faintly glowing white orb with beady, oversized eyes, and a massive cock that spans nearly the length of this entire stomach, slapped down onto your face. The eyes make visual contact with you for a few seconds, blocky brows furrowing down in a mischievous(?) expression, before pulling back. The squelching sounds of the aparition aligning itself on top of you is all the warning you get, before you're speared through your suit with this ghostly cock. Your stomach bulges, and your body carries the surprisingly strong momentum of the ghost, carrying you backwards and slipping your head through the puckered tunnel at the end of the stomach; Your moans are muffled behind the fleshy, slick walls around your face, which locks you in place as the rest of your body is ravaged by a horny ghost. You can feel yourself move from side to side with the rat's momentum, the light amount of stained oxygen making it hard for you to keep your bearings anymore, as a surge of pleasure coarses through you and you ejaculate messily into your suit, feeling a hot, bulging surge of slime swell up your stomach with a deep gurgle. You place a hand against your suit just in time to feel the ghost's cock schlop out of you, cum bubbling out your ass and pouring around you inside the suit. Pleasure overtakes you as you sit there in the afterglow, finally pulling your head out of the stomach's hole. (display:"Rat Stomach")

Gurgles and schlops fill the chamber, a small pool of thick slime forming along the bottom, mingling with the seed around it. It rises to an uncomfortable height that only leaves your head floating atop it. The aroma is very pungent, salty and fish-like. You try and pull yourself a little higher as the pool rises, but find no limbs coming up to assist you. your numb body sinks down into the opaque pool, leaving behind a large bubble of air that silently pops at the top. (if:$scatmode is 1)[*Frrrrrt* The rat saunters up to the dug-in hole at the back of its home, a massive pool of feces staining the walls in a perpetual brown in this makeshift bathroom. The fat, wobbling rodent turns its massive cheeks towards it, a large tail lifting up to reveal a doughy behind that spews forth a half-digested trail of brown slime out its rear. The semi-solid matter splats down into what appears to be a slide that reaches far below the chamber, the squelches and splortches of your remains reaching down, for someone else to deal with. Some of the stuff gets caught into the latex bag that used to be your suit, bulging down before dropping into the hole as well.]

You moan into the musky walls, feeling as the squelching organ begins greedily tugging more of you inside of it. Your shoulders eventually slip in with a hearty thrust of the rat behind you, hands desperately trying to pull out of either side, but finding no more purchase than the doughy cheeks of the rodent in front of you. A heavy, hilting thrust sends not only a cock up your throat, but also sends your upper body in its entirety, into the other beast's rectum. You schlurp inside, feeling your throat bulge with slimy ratcock, your vision pitch black, your nose clogged with the earthy scent that you have gotten used to in these past few minutes. You feel your cock eagerly bounce around the slimy insides of your predator, partly lured into a full mast by the abusing of your prostate. Your mouth is forced open by the surprisngly human-like tool pushing out of you, a solid pillar-like bulge trailing from your stomach to your throat. Your moans fall to gurgles as you feel the meat inside of you tense up, thick gallons of rat cum spilling forth and back across the intestines that press against you, your own cock spilling out an intense orgasm, that makes your eyes flutter. Your mind goes numb, your body feeling hollow as the turgid pole slips out of you. Next(click-replace:"Next")[And then another cock slams into your abused behind, this one a bit thinner, but still as lengthy. Your empty body gets filled again with a second rat dong pounding on you like you're the tightest thing it has ever found; And judging from where you are right now, that's probably true. You endure this treatment for what seems like hours, every time there's a fresh batch of rodent nut spraying out your mouth, or into your stomach, or covering your whole body, another cock will take its place. At times, you are submerged in the thick, salty fluid, sometimes drawn deeper into the sprawling, slimy guts, and sometimes pulled out. You're fairly sure that the same dozen cocks have plunged into you multiple times, especially when all you've done is bust load after load from all of this abusing. Your body limply plops out into the not-so-cold-anymore, slick stone floor, in a steaming pile of seed. You can feel the heaving of the oversized, sex-crazed creatures all around you, as well as the dripping, cavernous hole you've spent your time in. Another warm, wrinkling hole presses against the top of your head, a new one. You're looking forward to this next experience of being a rat's fleshlight.]

A few minutes of tense climbing on this thinly-made, creaking ladder pass, culminating in your foot giving in to one of the cracked footholds and causing the entire thing to begin collapsing. You fling yourself with your whole weight against the wall and catch the edge with both arms, pulling yourself up; The sound of old, rotten wood shattering against the floor below is all you hear echoing through the moat. Guess you're not using that anymore (set:$ladder to "broken")(display:"CastleEntrance")

[[South|C1W-N]] [[East|C1N-N]]

(if:$lamp is 0)[(go-to:"LampGet")]You appear to be in a corner section of this floor where you initially found the lamp. There's the stairs leading up, you can go South, and East. [[South|CB]] [[East|CBNE]] [[Head back up|C1W]]

(if:$gallery is not 1)[The corridor opens up to an empty gallery, still, one entrance, one exit.](else:)[A thick pillar of stone seals the way forwards, embedding itself a few inches into the stone below; No way forwards.] No light sources around you, other than the one in your hand. (if:$gallery is not 1)[[[Go in|CBG]] ][[Go back|CBN]]

The corridor here is rough, hewn out and featurless. It carries East and West. (if:$gallery is 1)[A huge gash appears to have been torn south of the corridor, recently cracked open, if the still rolling pebbles are any indication.] [[East|CBNEE]] [[West|CBN]] (if:$gallery is 1)[[[South|CBE]]]

You begin treading the ominous room, looking around your surroundings. The only sounds you can hear aside from your echoing footsteps are the very faint drips of water somewhere deep within this chamber; Focusing on the floor ahead of you, you-- *Click!* Your foot shifts slightly to a depression on the floor, a plate that slightly gives in from your step. [[Run forwards|CBG Trap]] [[Remain still|CBG Trap2]] [[Run back|CBG Seal]]

When your foot leaves the platform, the grinding of stone can be heard from somewhere above you. Not wanting to be flattened, you begin sprinting forwards, the light you carry jostling around and clattering loudly as you take a run. A stone pillar slams down somewhere in the entrance to this chamber, and as you look behind you, you whack your head against the exit, which is now, also sealed. The grinding of stone comes to a halt, as you rub your bumped head, and look towards the fallen light on the side. It seems to have hit an electronic piece, because the light is flaring with the intensity of a floodlight, almost coating this entire gallery in a bright, white light. You get to see this chamber in better detail, tons of platforms sprawling the length of the floor, waiting to be stepped on; There's quite a few you activated in your sprint too. The ceiling isn't a ceiling, at least not anymore. A cavernous hole opens wide to reveal a humongous creature; Dark green skin, very much resembling a rotund, bipedal frog. It climbs down with a surprising nimbleness, not making a single sound as it lands on the ground; You only hear pebbles and loose rocks trembling around you. A sheen of light is reflected from your powerful bulb and onto its dome, the top of it eyeless, noseless. It seems to be staring right at you. You gulp, this thing's gotta be 12? 14 feet tall? It's hard to tell because it is hunching down, and its blubbery frame makes it all the more imposing. Powerful, thick legs make it move with a surprising grace, and its head is just as big as your upper body is; What's more pressing, its human-like, massive uncut cock is literally bigger than you. And it is only half-erect. (if:$shortsword is 1)[[[Pull out your sword|FrogFight]] ][[Next|FrogFuck]]

You sit still but for a moment, examining your surroundings for any change in scenery... Nothing. Slowly, you pull up your foot from the platform, and after a few seconds, you hear it raise up to floor level. Doing a wide berth, you put your lamp low to the ground and continue heading in. [[Next|CBS]]

(set:$gallery to 1) You dart back, leaping into the smaller corridor at the entrance of this gallery, and hear as stone dashes against stone violently behind you. The room has been sealed with a massive pillar of stone. (display:"CB")

Reaching for your sword, you keep it in front of you as it approaches, the gentle vibrations of the stone keeping pace with its every step, as it approaches you. [[Thrust at its calves|FrogFight1]] [[Go for its feet|FrogFeet]] [[Surrender|FrogFuck]]

You back away towards a corner, but it moves quick enough and snatches you up with one hand. Its body is slimy and warm, its hand massive and soft enough so as to not crush you. You are lifted up, and naturally brought up to the front of the beast's head; Intelligent eyes look up and down at your form, assessing its... prey? A few moments pass before it moves you right in front of its groin, and it rubs your front against the humongous pole of slimy, musky meat. It seems to be waiting for you to do something. [[Present your ass|FrogFuck1]] [[Begin making out with the cock|Frogfore]] [[Do nothing|Frog4]]

You shift a little, and the creature laxes its hand enough for you to wriggle your back away, pulling yourself up and flaunting your behind to the monster. You hold your breath, hoping it gets the message, and lose it for a moment when you're pulled up sharply against the beast's head. An oversized, extremely slippery tongue pushes against your behind, finding no purchase on your latex exterior. For a while, at least. As soon as it exerts some strength with its tongue, the appendage slips into you with ease, tearing the suit in the process, and causing you to immediately feel the bulging of your guts as the gigantic tongue buries itself deep inside of you, your cheeks painfully spreading to allow the... foot thick? Pole of pure, soft flesh to bury itself so deep you feel it in your chest, and then your throat, and then... The hand releases you, but you do not fall, as your mouth opens up and lets out the slimy, immense appendage that's spearing you from one end to the other. You grab at the bulges on your stomach, on your chest, on your throat, the sensation proving too strong for you to handle, and begin jacking off, hands covered in the creature's slime. One hand goes to caress the wriggling end of the tongue that's coming out your mouth, feeling the thick fluid stick to you and leave large, green trails across your fingers. The slobber runs down your mouth, ass, and you can feel some of it pooling within your depths. Your tonguefucking session comes to a close, as the stretching sensation subsides, and the frog-beast grabs you once more, pulling you away from its tongue. [[Next|FrogFuck2]]

You bring up your face to the massive thing, a thick foreskin obscuring its entire head, coated in a very thick sheen of some strange green slime. You bring yourself to put your nose against it, taking in the overpowering stench of this earthy, strange goop, before opening your mouth and diving in. Using both hands for assistance, you lick, kiss, suckle, and drag the skin around, looking for the opening. The beast laxes its hand, allowing you a little more freedom; A throb causes the thing to jut upwards, growing enough for you to now have twice the work in your hands. You eventually find a tip, the opening visibly steaming with the heat of its rod inside. Or maybe it's the smell that's wafting off? You open your mouth and try taking in the entire bell-end, slime caking your tongue, causing your mouth to be coated in this strange lubricant. You suddenly manage to get a few inches in, then some more! Feeling adventurous, you try swallowing the absolutely massive head, your face now peering beneath the ample foreskin of this green behemoth. While you're sucking and licking, however, the beast has another idea, one that it executes by grabbing you by your belly and pushing you down until the member is a couple of feet deep into your now absolutely bulging throat. It is enough to send you into a surprised gag, and enough to cause the creature to roar an unholy, bassy tone that falls in tune with its upcoming orgasm. You try pulling out, but the foreskin holds you taut against its smelly pillar, and you brace yourself. The first shot causes your belly to painfully bulge backwards, before drooping down, the second one fills it to the brim, the third one contests that even further, pushing the belly so far out that your entire body begins sagging down. The fifth cumshot sprays out your backdoor, in conjunction with your intense orgasm spraying out your own member. The hand that's holding down your stretched form pulls you out, a deeply resounding **Schlop!!** echoing around the chamber as large trails of sweat connect you and the foreskin that was around your head. Your entire body is covered in this slime now; Apparently, however, the creature is not done, and you notice this because of another, massive cumshot caking your whole form and blasting it with a thick coat of frog seed. You reel back, cum surging out naturally from your throat, guts filled and bulging with its seed. When you finally open your eyes, you see the strange look of the frog creature, eyeing you like it would a discarded toy. You try saying something but are forced back against the still spewing cockhead. You steady yourself and try to open your mouth, but the cumshot comes too fast, and instead of waiting, the hand slams you into the sleeve of flesh AND the member itself. The cum surging around it only eases your passage, and your whole form enters it in one, easy push. Nut spews out your behind as you're squeezed down into the, surprisingly ample passage. [[Next|FrogCumDigest]]

You sit in place, not reacting, hoping it'll just think you're dead or something, holding your breath as it shakes you a little, hoping for a reaction. An entire minute of pure silence passes by, the beast eyes you once again, before dropping you. You feel yourself falling down a whole ten feet, but your momentum halts as you're caught from the ankle, held delicately by a pair of fingers. You're swung wide around the large cheeks of the beast, your upper body slapping against its behind. As you're swinging from side to side like a pendulum, you manage to get a glimpse of a large, wrinkling hole of slime-caked green. You get to admire it for all of two seconds before the hand roughly stuffs you feet first into it. (if:$raunchymode is 1)[(display:"Frog4filth")](else:) [Your form is pressed into the stretching, squelching hind easily, feeling the hot slime squeeze around you from all sides, the rippling yet jelly-like muscles drawing you deeper and deeper into this musky, warm embrace. The sounds of slime squelching and schlorping around you only get louder as you get through its large intestines, eventually landing in a corner that proves too tight for you to continue. You are effectively lodged in the beast's bowels, and your squirms do very little to help you out of this one. Your last few hours are a strange experience, once your latex suit falls to pieces done by the strange slime that you're now slathered in, the pleasure that surrounds your body seems to get way more extreme. As if your entire body was an erogenous zone, you don't even notice your limbs shrinking, your body stretching, nor your mouth and butt begin to grow ever so wide. Only when there's nothing other than a patch of pink intestines in this river of very dark-green slime do you start to notice something is off, but by then, you don't really have the brain capacity to tell it apart. (if:$scatmode is 1)[[Next|FrogShit]]]

Like a wishing bone, you're grabbed from both of your thighs and slammed down against the gargantuan pole, bigger than you, feeling the split second where your lubed-up behind splits cartoonishly to accommodate this log. You're piledrived to its hilt, your body taking the shape of the cillinder as your jaw stretches out and out comes the frog's uncut cockhead. You slip down onto the hilt, the smell of its massive erection just as overwhelming as the sensation of turning into a cocksleeve is, and remain there for a few moments. Until a hand grasps your bloated midsection and begins jackhammering you down. Hilt, tip, hilt, tip. You immediately lose yourself to an orgasm as you fly up and down, jaw opening to let the immense head slip out of you, green slobber trailing all over the beast's cock. You can feel your legs slap against the gigantic balls beneath you, and your tongue tries its best to pleasure the slimy, salty member. You can *feel* the vibrations of its orgasm coming, a hand clasps around your neck and pulls you up, half-way out of its cock, another slips a digit (which is as big as your leg) into your mouth, covering it. You feel a single throb ripple through your abused form, before the hot filling begins coarsing through you. In short bursts, your stomach bloats outwards, the few pressurized jets that make it through to your throat have no option other than to get swallowed back down. The filling sensation goes from pleasing to uncomfortably obscene, your gut sagging down and your bellybutton pushing out. *Minutes* later, you can feel the orgasm subside, your whole abdomen pushed out quite a few feet, and sagging on this unnatural weight of pure cum. The finger pulls back, and you try gasping for air. But none comes. You panic, and notice that you can't open your mouth at all. You bring your arms to your head, but they can't reach; They're smaller than you remember, in fact... shrinking. You flail a useless tantrum as the beast begins walking towards your own source of light. You try wriggling out, but all you feel is your skin pulling taut against the beast's own. Your bloated belly gurgles, and your panic begins to fade, and your base instinct to run away wanes and drifts. It is only then, when your nubby limbs go lax, and your throat bulges with a little more seed, that a powerful foot raises, and crushes the lamp. It is the last thing you ever see. And you come to enjoy your life as a condom, feeling your body bulge with gallons upon gallons of cum. You do your best to savor it, hoping it reaches your throat so you can swallow it back down, feeling your gut sagging every time a little more. Some times, after many months of being the best cum tank you can be, an adventurer makes its way down, and you're happy to fill them up with your form, before they're eaten, or absorbed. But only you have this spot, you've earned it. You're the perfect cocksleeve.

Little by little, every squirm you try doing to pull yourself out just draws you deeper into the humid, salty chamber below. Even standing still just causes you to slowly slip lower, so you eventually have no choice but to accept your fate and let yourself sink into the end of this massive, slimy cock, and onto the muscle that lets you splash down into a very thick, steaming pool of frog cum. What you don't expect to happen, however, is for hands and arms to tug at you from below, pulling you down. Some of them furred, some of them a familiar smooth skin, if coated in the familiar seed that's filling your stomach. You are pulled down into the smooth, pitch black chamber, and immediately pressed against a body, and another. Prodding hands, groping and squeezing at your assets. one of them looks for your face, finds your lips and engages in a deep, french kiss. The squelching, slapping and dripping of seed, the moaning of voices, is all you'll get to hear. For the rest of your life. Seems like you'll never really get an ending, but enjoy an endless orgy deep in the balls of a behemoth.

A deep rumble, imperceptible at first, slowly builds within the innards of the castle's basement, culminating in the trapdoor on top of the stairs slamming against its hinges; Putrid, brown air escapes through the slits on its sides, curling up into large clouds of stained air. Deep below, in the dungeons, the whole chamber is covered a filthy brown from the air alone, as the massive behemoth lumbers forth towards the back of the basement, a hand spreading one of the massive wrecking ball-like cheeks to show the puffy, wrinkled hole as it brings forth a schlopping mess of brown and green everywhere. It arcs up from the pressure alone, splatting down into the wall and coiling up. Some of the logs form neat piles, some of them are too soft and merge into disgusting mounds of steaming remains. Very few bits of clothing remains, a little bit of a shirt here, a shoelace there. Once done, the frog dips a finger into its filthy, caked hole to retrieve an almost intact latex suit, some of its pockets sagging with dung. It puts it in front of its eyeless face for a moment, before tenderly placing it on top of the pile. Like a trophy.

The stinking air is only an appetizer for the hot, sludgy pile building up at your feet. It is all the warning you get before a few more fingers press against your face and seal you against this thick pucker, sinking against the backed up pile of frogshit. You take a single breath before squelches and schlorps fill your head, the very hot surroundings spreading and slathering all around you. You're kind of glad that you're wearing your suit as you feel slimy, hard, some soft, logs pass around your form. You are effectively lodged deep into filth. [[Push out|FrogFilth1]] [[Eat it|FrogFilthTF]]

You try resisting the flow of dung, fingers digging deep into the slimy interior to try and get some leverage. You feel the disgusting mixture pouring past you like a hot mudslide, leaving you utterly caked in the process. After many minutes of enduring the bowel movements of this giant frog, you try pulling yourself upwards, but your hands don't give, in fact, they are stuck to the walls. You pull yourself hard against one side, then the other. You can feel the panic to set in as the muscles around you squeeze you hard, causing you to splat into the filth-ridden walls. After the first squeeze, the wind is knocked out of you, causing you to have to breathe in the stinking, humid air in relief. Your arms and legs are now finding themselves locked, and with every squeeze, a little bit of you merges into the walls. Your head never quite makes it to be a part of the wall, however. All of your body becomes one with the hot guts around you, but your face is forced to suffer the extremely messy, loud movements of the frog's bowels. Some days you are buried under coils of shit, some days you get to breathe. Some very special days, you get to feel an adventurer slide past the huge bowels, and you get to reach out and tug them in.

Lost in this smelly, hot haze, your mouth opens to take in some of the piled-up slime. The taste is bittersweet, strangely enough carrying some strange remnants of a sugary meal; Still doesn't beat the earthy tinge that's so disgusting, and yet you can't stop. You zip your suit off as, with every hearty swallow you feel your throat and stomach bulge a little more, and the oncoming wave of frogshit flowing around you sends the suit away with the flow. You can't stop yourself from humping the messy surroundings, feeling as the hot, stinking guts press down on you almost in sync with your unhinged thrusts. You moan into the fresh logs you're cramming down your gullet as your cock bursts into the pile, feeling your consciousness wane from the pleasure and your surroundings. You put a hand to your obscenely bulged-out gut, but your hand squelches through it, like it was just another pile. A few burbles emanate from your mouth as the ever-flowing stream of massive frog feces find a few more pounds to add to its girth, the top bubbling with what little air remained in you. The eyeless creature, feeling its oncoming payload coming up, gives a small grunt as it leans down and shoves an entire fist up its wrinkly, puffy behind, retrieving a brown-stained latex suit that hangs by a very thick trail of sludge off of its behind. It holds it out in front of its face for a few moments before stretching the material over the behemoth of a cock, pissing into its newly found pissbag. The material is tested as it sags so low it touches the ground, visibly steaming and letting on a translucent dark-yellow hue to its insides. The beast hangs on to its bowels, not wanting to let you go, apparently. It'll be a few days before your filth-turned form ever sees it out.

You hear the rustling of his buckle as he takes his pants off at the offer, and roll your eyes with a sigh, glad that he's at least willing to negot-- Your thought process comes to a halt, mainly when a lion cock shoves itself down your ear, causing your mind to blank and breath to quiver with a primal moan. The unholy sounds of the pole spearing your mind are enough to drive you into a craze, the lock quaking with your every tremble. Every push sends you a little crazier; It's no small thing to be brainfucked. By the time he's about done, the lion pulls himself somewhat, aiming right on the middle of your head so as to not overshoot, and shoots thick strings of spunk into your dome. It's hot, sticky, and overrides any basic thought with the one need. You can barely see his extremely satisfied face as he fiddles with the lock, you're too lost in your cum-driven daze. You almost topple over on your way out, stumbling down the platform and landing from person to person. A hand takes yours, and begins leading you somewhere, an outhouse. [[Next|GuardWeird2]]

You wake up... some time later, uncomfortably snoring against the outhouse wall. You shake this strange haze out of you, if only to find out the pungent smell and taste of cum deep on the back of your throat. A brief look down reveals the massive, warm bulge in your stomach, it's gotta be like, hundreds of loads. You spend some time in the stall relieving yourself, but you'll probably get in a shower the first chance you get. (display:"town")

The corridor gets tight here, and a T intersection faces south, north, and West. Some strange scratches can be heard from the South. (if:$gallery is 1)[A large pillar blocks the way north](else:)[North of this room there appears to be a gallery, wide and high, with no visible end to it.] (if:$gallery is not 1)[[[North|CBGback]]] [[South|CBSS]] [[West|CBSE]]

Your way back is easily navigated, as a deep groove marks several platforms that appear to be traps, but they're easily pointed out from the south end. [[Next|CBN]]

(if:$raunchymode is 1)[Huge piles of stinking, brown and green dung lie in this tall chamber, some reaching the 15 feet tall roof of this whole place and ramping down from their corners. One corner is just coated in a very prominent layer of transparent white.](else:)[Spanning piles of thick, white goop lie across the entire chamber. In fact, this whole chamber has a few inches of the stuff coating the ground, while some corners have 6 feet tall piles.] (if:$Bkey is 0)[One of the suits you have is poking out of one of these piles. Pull it?](click-replace:"Pull it?")[ (if:$raunchymode is 1)[You tug at the dung-ridden suit until it finally recedes with a dull squelch.(if:$corruption is >3)[Almost immediately, a massive tower of filth slides down onto your body, schlopping and squishing until you're buried deep within the remains of something's bowels. The hot, smelly remains take their toll on you as you try climbing out, and you can't help but to take one of the slimy chunks and jerk yourself off with it. The temperature, texture, and circumstances cause you to cum hard into the pile without too much time happening. Eventually, you dig yourself out.]](else:)[You pull the suit from the pile, having to walk quite a few feet back before the goopy strings finally break off.] Inspecting it, it appears to have some weight on one of its pockets. You dig around and find a key!(set:$Bkey to 1)] [[North|CBS]]

A dead end lies here, the only possible way to go is either East, or through the large crack on the North of this featurless, dull room. [[North|CBE]] [[West|CBS]]

You lean down, not having to get too low to cup the canine pole of cyan meat in front of you, giving it a quick lick before getting to work. The first thing you notice, as you "get to work", is her urethra being surprisingly wide, though you know very little about canine anatomy in general, you take the initiative to prod your tongue to elicit a little extra pleasure. Strangely, however, the thing yawns a little wider than you expected it to, and you try pulling back, finding a little bit of resistance as the urethra squeezes around your neck, now your whole head inside of it. A rush of complimentary precum rushes into your face, slathering your upper body in it. You put both hands on either side of the cock, finding a few appreciative bounces from the now, very aroused pole that's closing in around you. the slimy insides do a good job of dragging you off of your feet, sending you down for good. You slip and slide down the shaft, (if:$raunchymode is 1)[landing in a pool of stinking, hot, brown sludge. Your entire body is submerged in it.](else:)[landing in a pool of thick, creamy seed.] "Guhh, I don't know what you're doing, but fuck me it's good." The distracted Wolf moans out from her half-sitting position, a small pool of precum pooling on the ground, as the bulge rescinds all the way back and towards the now heavy-bouncing set of nuts that nearly touch the ground now. The creature pulls a little back, bringing up a foot to idly caress the swollen balls "Did you just get in there to get me off? Fuck that's rich." [[Next(Clean)|BemcvCum]] [[Next(Filthy)|BemcvShit]]

You get alongside the imposing figure, her thick cheeks and frame squishing onto the side of this half-wall, and begin saddling up to her. With a side glance, she takes a step forwards and allows you to position yourself right behind her, however you're not really tall enough to comfortable reach her ass with your member, so you begin climbing up on the wall behind you. You fail to notice, however, that she's already backing up, and get a small yelp before the now very massive, doughy and sweat-stained hole of the Wolf engulfs your head in one, simple *Schlop!* Your body is immediately stained in sweat, and you try pushing out by jumping down, but the second you leave the ground, the muscles begin naturally dragging you in. "Well, fuck it", you think, grabbing onto the sides of the gigantic pair of cheeks, you steady yourself and begin fucking her form from the inside, feeling her tense as she rests her body upon the half-wall, burying you deeper. In the mad hopes that she'll get off and let you go, you shove yourself deeper, thrusting against her depths in earnest. You don't notice the slimy, musky tunnels dragging you deeper, and deeper still, at least not until you've reached the very edge of the Wolf's fat colon. (if:$raunchymode is 1)[Thick sludge begins pouring down on you, and your form gets rocketed back, threatening to be buried under a massive load of filth. It pushes all around you, and with the pressure, some of it gets forced into your suit, causing you to moan as it rubs the hot, slimy matter against your already hard member. [[Give in|BemAVScat]] [[Hold still|BemAVVom]]](else:)[[[Next|BemAVDig]]]

An hour or so later, the peaceful exterior of the cottage sees some disturbance, as a distressed Arctic Wolf runs through the front, holding the giant mast of a cock as it throbs and spews forth gallons of seed "Fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck" She reaches the edge of the well, aiming the throbbing slab of meat downwards, the urethra yawning wide and releasing a thick torrent of thick seed, all of which bounces and falls down into the abyss below. A few minutes later, her bouncing, massive balls have shrunk down to more manageable levels, and her face is one of utter, blissful relief "God fuck did that courier dude did his job right." The Arctic Wolf gives herself a few moments to regain her composure, and wait till her knot deflates down somewhat, before returning back to her spot "Fuck, where did I drop my phone?"

"Ohp. Here we go." The Wolf leans back a little, groping her sagging, squelching balls, hearing the familiar squishing as she pulls back and lets her member do the job. The urethra opens wide, a brown bulge traveling up the cyan member, and then another, and then... *Schlop, schlop, slop plap plap...* Thick logs of fresh, steaming filth coil into a neat pile right below the yawning, filthy cockhole above. Some of them wet, some of them soft; With each load, a little stifled moan emerges from the Wolf as her balls twitch a little to deliver another payload of cockdung "Hah, don't know what the dude stuffed in there, but holy shit he's getting five stars".

(display:"BemAVDig") "Oh boy." The Wolf gets a few moments of regret before a thick pole bulges against her pants, coiling around her behind and piling up into an ever growing bulge. Brown begins to stain her pants, a peculiar odor wafting from them as the payload gets delivered. ***FFFFRRRPPTT, SquelchSquorshSquishSquelch*** Globs of brown fall from the sides of the elastic fabric, some of them dripping through the pantlegs, and the Wolf falls to her knees fiddling with her front to get her throbbing cock out of the pants. With one swipe, the mast of cyan blue meat emerges, spraying out a thick helping of cum across the grass, her pants finally bursting with a giant pile of steaming, brown sludge. "Well. Fuck, I just got these, too."

(display:"BemAVDig") "Ugh. Son of a... Not ag--HYgG~" Turning around in an instant, the Wolf leans over the half-wall and falls to her knees, her stomach growling as, out of her mouth and stretching her throat, massive logs of brown, coiling filth emerge out the Wolf's maw. She steadies herself, one hand can't help but to jack herself off behind the wall as she barfs up massive coils of digested adventurer. Brown sludge trails down her lips with every new log, leaving her interior utterly stained in her own shit, barfs interrupted by noxious, brown burps that fill the atmosphere, drenching this place in a massive, chocolate mist that reeks of what that poor human now is. By the end of it, she's utterly caked in it, but she still falls backwards, aiming her massive dong to her mouth before applying several gallons of nut into her gullet to wash down the taste with. "Well, at least it didn't, Glck, tear my pants."

*BWOOOOOOOORRRP* "Oh, damn, those tacos hit *hard*." The Wolf says, still fiddling with her phone while idly caressing her bulging, softening stomach. Growls, gurgles, all emanate from the vibrating belly as it settles with its new meal. Its nutrients going to all the good places: Hips, cock, even the balls get a little heavier from their fresh delivery.

"Gladly." The tall beef of a rex leans in close, pushing you to one of the walls and effectively pinning you. His breaths close in on you as you feel him grind his package against you, through two layers of latex. He gropes your butt in one hand and draws you sharply against his form, one finger slowly zipping your suit off. It's enough to make you past the point of 'hot and heavy'. You feel the shiver of your spine as the large beast makes his every move decisively. The cold exterior is barely felt by your skin, and the dinosaur keeps eye contact as he removes your suit, crouching down and taking it off both of your legs. His muzzle never turns away, his teeth naturally bare on the very edges of his maw, an almost hypnotizing glare that distracts your heaving, horny self from the fact that he's donning your own suit, the squeaking from the stretched material the only thing that's breaking the silence. Once he's at abdomen height of putting his suit on, one arm pulls you in from your butt once again, lifting you up and guiding his other hand, as he stuffs your form into the suit's legs. The realization of what he's trying to do only causes your stiff member to prod his abdomen, but he casually nudges it aside. The next few minutes are spent with him carefully stuffing you right against his pecs, and finally zipping the suit closed. The thick, overbearing stench of his sweat and frame is far more powerful than you could have anticipated; More prominent, his massive member draped against your stomach pulses with every second, and your face is forced to rub itself against the soaked pecs in front of you. [[Next|BathRexTop1]]

The rex begins to move, and your nose is buried between his beefy, soaked pecs. There's enough fat in there that they would be almost pillows to your head as you begin jostling left and right. Suddenly, panic enters your mind as you hear a distressing sound, the approaching jingle of the bar's interior. Voices and laughter getting closer and closer. You begin struggling, trying to flail to keep the Rex from leaving in his current garments, but all you get in reply is a hand on the back of your head that drags you to the right, squelching you right against a positively rank armpit. You sputter and gasp, trying to move yourself, feeling your legs shift as the dinosaur sits down on the couch, your form a very visible bulge for all to see. You try wrapping both hands around the creature's midsection to pull yourself out, and immediately feel a hot, wet sensation around your cock. You can't really look down, but you can feel as the rex's foreskin-ridden tool wraps around your own, his slimy cockhead rubbing against your own and causing you to stifle a moan against the sweaty, smelly pit in front of you. You can feel the chatter of the bar diminish somewhat as this happens, and your body responds to the pleasure with a few humps, but they feel so, so good that you end up powerfucking the dinosaur's foreskin, feeling the humid steam that comes with every exhale in front of you as you huff away at his hot, wet pits. You lose yourself to a near total of twelve orgasms in your own suit, every few minutes you'll feel an alien hand grope at your butt, prod a finger or squish you harder against your jurassic lover. Some of them come from your right, some of them from your left. Consciousness leaves you around your last orgasm, when the Rex decides to put you to sleep by closing the arm around your face, smothering you into his pit for a few minutes. [[Next|BathRexTop2]]

Pitch black. The only thing you can hear is the creaking of wooden stairs below you, echoing endlessly below. The 5 ft. tall corridor forces you to bend down a little, and the 3 ft. wide staircase makes this a choking descent. The very faint light at the bottom of this chamber does give you a point of direction. You emerge to what appears to be a dimly lit dungeon, a strange apparatus on the bottom emmitting an incandescent light attached to a battery, a small scale version of the one present in your ship! If a bit... ramshackled. The box is firmly anchored to the bulb, and could be carried with ease.(set:$lamp to 1) (display:"CBN")

The hallway ends here, in a room that is blocked by bars, and a small cell door. From across the bars you can see plenty of trinkets, few crates, and some assortment of gold. (if:$Nav is 0)[There is also a strange, pale white glow emerging from beneath one of the crates.](if:$Nav is 1)[(display:"NavRoom")] (if:$Bkey is 1)[Open the gate?(click-replace:"Open the gate?")[(set:$Bkey to 2) With a click, the key fits and releases the lock, causing the door to creak open. You peer inside. (display:"NavRoom")]] [[West|CBNE]]

Many odd trinkets are crammed in here, some piles of gold-like artifacts, most of them rough in make, but valuable in material.(if:$coinget is 0)[(set:$coins to it +(random: 200, 400)) You can easily stick a bunch into a small satchel that's among the pile and strap it to your back, giving you a total of $coins coins.(set:$coinget to 1)] (if:$badmor is 0)[There is also a crate here that appears to be halfway open, you can see something shimmering within. Take it(click-replace:"Take it")[ You pry open the box to find a shining suit of silvered armor! Donning it, you find it to be surprisngly light! Not only that, it seems to fit to your particular size without an issue.(set:$badmor to 1)]] (if:$Nav is 0)[There is a pale glow emerging from beneath a crate. Muscling it up, you find a small black tablet beneath, faintly lighting up with a button. You know exactly what this is, it's the ship's navigation system, (colour:"aqua")[and your way out of here.](set:$Nav to 1)]

You begin squeezing yourself, having to shimmy across the claustrophobic crack in the wall. The disconcerting sound of pebbles and rocks falling with every few feet you make keeps you on your toes; Your light casts the shadows of the uneven surfaces and every once in a while catches a small hole on the walls. (if:$vase is > 2)[(display:"vase")] (else-if:$vase is not > 2)[A furred hand reaches out of one of the many holes, holding onto one of your thighs. You try pulling back, but can't pull directly away from it, and have to jostle from one side to the other. (if:$coins is 0)[ (display:"vase")](else-if:$coins is > 3)[You hear the clattering of your gold coins as you finally pull out, feeling some of them drop behind you. (display:"CBEC")(set:$vase to it + 1)(set:$coins to it - 3)](else-if:$coins is < 3)[You hear the few remaining coins you have tumble and bounce against the floor. Unable to reach it, and the hand trying to tug at you, you keep moving. (display:"CBEC")(set:$vase to it + 2)(set:$coins to 0)]]

Rocks and stones fly around you as another hand pierces through the same wall, sending a shower of pebbles all around as it grabs your shoulder tightly. A third, additional hand pushes out as well, grabbing your midsection. All three of them pull you, causing you to crash and break through the stone. Your lamp gets lodged and you have no choice but to let it go as you're dragged by three powerful furred arms; You get but a glimpse of a beady black eye in a lithe frame, a sort of hunched, scurrying beast, with multiple limbs. You distinguish fur and leather before your vision becomes pitch dark. You feel a fourth arm carry you from your legs, and try as you might, these limbs hold you steady and without an ounce of give in them; You can see the point of light behind you getting smaller and smaller, air whipping through your hair. [[Next|vase2]]

[[North|CBNE]] [[South|CBSE]]

You eventually catch another point of light, a few dim candles illuminating a very rough, makeshift workbench, alongside some sort of table with harnesses and clamps. You wrestle once more as you're laid alongside it, catching a few more glimpses of your assailant. A rat-like muzzle that's grinning impossibly wide as the fiendish beast straps you down nice and tight, fingers and toes being the only things you manage to wriggle. Even your head is locked in a face-up position. The strange snickers coming from this beast are more apparent as it re-emerges from the dark with a large pot in its hands, a glowing, orange fluid spilling from its edges. It begins pouring it onto you, feet first, and moves up to your head. The solution is hot, uncomfortably so, and thick as tar. It sticks to your every pore, and you can't see anything beyond the edges of your vision. It is then that the creature comes up to you once more, sporting a large, black-matte vase, holding it by its two handles on the bottom. Strangely enough it has a window in the front of it, and a much smaller one below it, it's also bottomless... and topless? The only thing making it much of a vase is its handles. You hear it being put down somewhere next to you. The next phase in this strange procedure is unknown to you, you just see the multiple limbs carrying spoons around your body, most of which appears to be numb. You can see still, but most of what's happening is out of sight. Terror comes to you as you hear the scraping of the vase, and feel it right below you, where your torso should be. Immediately afterwards, your vision clears, and you're brought upright, before turned towards a mirror. You see a 4 feet tall vase, on the top opening is your head, staring right back; The front window shows your pecs, and the bottom one has your cock and balls protrude from the center. The rat-like entity lifts you up for a second and reaches into the bottom, pulling out what appears to be a puffed up version of your asshole, that now sticks out the bottom like a fleshlight. You get to see your objectified form, looking back at your panicked expression, before the rat-like creature turns you around and sticks its member into your bottom hole, causing a sharp spike of pleasure that causes your exposed cock to bounce. [[Next|vase3]]

A few days of being assfucked, throatfucked and earfucked pass before you see the light of day for all of three seconds until a blindfold restricts your vision. You hear the stepping of grass, the clopping of hooves, and eventually the familiar sounds of a bustling town, the enclosed, low chatter of some sort of store, and the handing of coins. *A lot of coins*. The sounds of the same store's door opening and closing again are followed by silence. You feel yourself be propped up somewhere, facing up at an angle. A few hours of unsettling silence, broken by the occasional cough, the sweep of a broom, or the creak of wood, pass, before someone else steps into the door, purchasing the newest vase that's on display and carrying you somewhere else. It doesn't take long before you feel the familiar, and craved feeling of cocks cramming into you. You moan hard against a massive cock that bulges from the window to your stomach, you feel hands rubbing you up and down, fisting you, jacking you off. Some masts decide to fill your brain full of cum, too. (if:$raunchymode is 1)[At times, you're passed around as a toilet, having to swallow coils of dung from your owners; Not wanting to upset them, you obviously chug down until your belly bulges out the front opening.] You learn the voices of your owners, the shape, taste, and smell of their cocks, the taste of their asses, pits, balls. Even their paws. Sometimes you cum from the feeling alone of being picked up by the bigger one, knowing that you'll spend the rest of your life being a fleshlight for many owners, before being sold off to many more.

You rest the blade on your elbow as you rush to strike it on its side, readying up a thrust on its leg. What you didn't see, however, is the upper body carrying itself forwards more than the lower body, the massive blubbery gut casting a shadow upon you before slamming down with the full weight of its frame onto your smaller form. The sword clatters as it flies to the side, and your body sticks into the slimy, green belly as it squelches you down against the floor and bounces. You feel your form flatten against the cold stone, but not break. With the frog's bounce, you also bounce and crash a few feet from his body, your limbs a bit sore from the fall and squeeze that should have killed you for all intents and purposes. You steady yourself, dazed from the impact, when a large hand plucks you from the ground, pulling you towards the same soft, green belly. holding you with its palm against it, before belly-diving for the ground again. You groan as you feel the same squish, only this time, the creature's navel causes you to sink a little deeper into the stomach, squished between folds of slimy green flesh. A little jolt of pleasure causes you to heave for air in this cramped chamber, as your dick gets thrusted against the ample fat in front of you, and you feel the tight pressure only building up. The squelching, crackling sweat around you flattens your body against the not-so-cold stone floor, sticky, stinking bellysweat raining down and slowly creating a sealed pool of just that. The air is stained with the very musky, earthy scent of the beast, only made worse as it begins bouncing on the spot. You can't even move from the intense pressure, even feeling as your body seems to lose shape, and give into the weight around it; Like if you were turning into putty. All that you can do is move your midsection, and your cock being hard from the pressure, the humid smell, the dirty confinement you're on; You're hard pressed to find an excuse not to start humping away at this beast's bellybutton. [[Next|FrogNavel]]

You run forwards, blade at the ready as you aim towards one of the large creature's feet, anticipating the moment it will land down on the ground. When it doesn't. The beast keeps the one raised up, causing you to stumble in your lunge, it's enough for you to lose momentum, and for the foot to press down on your back, causing you to slam down on the ground with the mighty force of, what must weigh tons, applied directly onto you. Your body doesn't seem to break the way you'd imagine it would, but it... gives. Your form is compressed incredibly tight against the cold stone, and the hot, slimy feet above you. The squelching of the wet, sloppy sole resonating across from you as you're essentially flattened. You groan weakly, feeling as the powerful foot slides you forwards and backwards by a few inches, before raising up. You feel your form inflate back a little, looking at your body and seeing it almost turned to clay. You muster the strength to move your almost-liquified body and turn upright. You slap your wet back against the floor, looking straight up and noticing your rock hard bulge in your suit, just as another foot comes down onto you, slowly pressing against your face sole-first, before the rest of it squeezes you thin once more. The surprising heat and sensation of its sole against your front is enough to cause your cock to burst in its tightly-pressed suit, causing a stifled moan from you and onto the slimy sole pressed against your front. You feel the beast's foot retract, and see through clouded eyes as it 'stares' towards you for a second, before slamming down its sole hard against you. Then again, then again. You bounce with every lift of its foot, sticking to it for a few brief moments as you're flattened; Over, and over again. You moan between the squelching, squishing sensation and even lick the soles in a desperate attempt to get yourself off. The feeling of your entire cock being pressed impossibly tight against two warm bodies makes you bust your load between stomps, every time the pressure leaves for enough time for your member to get a few spurts out. The forefoot squeezes down on your head after a solid minute of trampling, your squeezed self almost wrapping around the entire top of the foot as the toes curl around your head, lifting your clay-like body. You're dragged up, dangling like putty as you're squeezed between toe and forefoot, and feel one last, massive stomp crash down onto you, squeezing you tighter than ever onto your owner. The foot retracts once more, but you do not fall; No, your form remains tightly pressed against the bottom of the frog's foot, a few drops of white goop falling from tattered sections of the latex suit. One can almost make out where your head is pressed, right between the big toe and the rest. From that point onwards, a little squeak can be heard after a few steps from the behemoth, but they aren't it's, but rather the faintly audible moans from your orgasms, forever stuck to the slimy bottom of an oversized frog's foot.

The weight finally subsides, and you heave, watching your surroundings and yourself visibly steam out onto the now cold air. You can barely muster the strength to raise your head, looking at your squished, nearly flattened body. Your limbs respond somewhat, but they're cartoonishly distorted and pressed into exaggerated, protruding black limbs, molded like dough to fit the beast's belly. You can also see your midsection, which is mostly flattened except for your waist, your mast still up and with a raging hard-on. You feel the strands of sticky sweat raining from above and see the same gargantuan frog-like behemoth, backlit by the broken light on the corner; It is holding itself aloft in all fours, looking down at your form as it saddles a little bit further from you, goes up to its knees, and lets its weight fall forwards, causing his humongous belly to begin rolling your way. You panic, flailing your thin limbs to try and move yourself out of this giant wrecking ball. ***SQUORCH*** Your form is compressed against the massive belly once more, your form stretches and hugs it, your cock unloading hard against the hot, slimy navel that's pushing against it. You feel load after load poke out and sag from your suit like a condom. The weight subsides once more, and you see light. The immense gut raises... then slows down... then comes down twice as fast. **CRASH** Your head squeezes between fat folds of meat, limbs splaying out and expanding like you're made out of dough. Light fills your surroundings once more. The stomach lifts up. Then it-- **CRASH** Your cock twitches as another load makes you moan into the stinking, sweat ridden pit of the beast, a blissful shiver running down your spine. You feel the sticky substance coating your every pore, you can feel yourself sticking to the frog as it comes back up, causing your midsection to stick to it for a split second before slapping back down, your body being the consistency of a heavy grade paper sheet. **CRASH** You buckle your hips, an immense pleasure filling your body, the uncomfortable sensation around your body seems to even fade away. The thumping of a massive weight slamming onto you time after time turns into background, a much desired backdrop that's in tune with your orgasms. You fail to discern if it's been minutes or hours, or maybe even a day, but you feel your body reduced into a thick dough that coats the front chest of this frog. [[Next|FrogNavel1]]

After what feels like a hundred cumshots, you feel the thumps stop, and through addled senses, notice gravity changing onto an upright position. Still pressed hard against the mucus-ridden stomach, a large finger prods you on your butt, pushing you towards where its navel would be. Your body comically bends outwards like paper, allowing the finger to stuff you inside its navel, your arms and legs folding to your back and causing your cock to lead the way. The squeezing sensation around your balled-up body is thrilling, and coaxes a little extra cumshot out of you. Your senses mingle, as a thumb squeezes hard on you until both the smelly end of the corridor and the finger process your malleable body into a ball. Sight becomes irrelevant, and you can... *feel* yourself ball up until you're just that, a little cork on this frog's navel, filling it with your latex-covered putty of a body. You hear the frog begin walking forwards, the blubber rippling through you and shaking you with pleasurable warmth. You don't know for how long this suit is going to take your cumshots, you can feel it sloshing in front of you (behind you? next to you?) audibly, but you should probably get yourself comfortable. Something tells you that you might be forgotten in here.

You come to consciousness in one of the bathroom stalls, your body carrying the strong smell of the Rex's within your pores. You stumble your naked self towards the further corner of the room where your suit rests, finding the insides to be caked in healthy amounts of cum. You... clean it up. Before putting your suit on. It sags a little from the latest stretching it's gotten, but it'll get back to its original position, you're pretty sure. You pull up the neck of the suit and give it a quick sniff, just out of curiosity. Yup, smells like him. (display:"Bathroom")

You brace yourself as the world shakes violently, turning around to face the exit, but instead finding packed dirt moving rapidly upwards, light fading a few moments later. The vibrating outhouse is unnerving in the darkness, and you put your back against the wood wall behind you to get some stability. A fluorescent tube flickers on above you, somewhat obscured by vines and plants growing around it. The surroundings don't seem to stop vibrating, and looking ahead you can see as there's no longer dirt sliding up, but metal; An infrastructure, even. The elevator you're currently on doesn't offer much of an explanation as it stops some minutes later in front of of two plain sheets of metal with a small indentation down the middle. Probably some form of sliding door. It doesn't fuckin' open, rendering this entire section useless.

There's nothing fucko

You eventually stumble out of the chamber, a daze going through you as you slip on several steps of the natural stone stairs. You eventually make it back, the blinding sunlight causing you to notice, you're still pretty covered in bunny cum... but none of the bunnies around you seem to care. (display:"BunnyCity")

You don't complain when a few dozen, smaller bunnies approach you and begin licking and eating the creamy white, hot stuff out of you, the heady scent only becoming more concentrated as the horny bodies surround you from all angles. Some of them take turns locking lips into a deep french kiss with you; You can't tell if it's out of love, or they just want the cum that you're drooling out. [[Next|BunnyCavesOut]]

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The hallway is as immense as it gets, a good 30ft from wall too wall, and the faint emergency lights on the upper corners of the ceiling leave most of this place shrouded in darkness to you. [[North|LabN]] [[South|LabS]]

You slowly pull yourself up on the bed and nestle against the corner of the room, looking towards the faint bit of light piercing through the door; It faintly bounces against the edge of the metallic table, and you focus on it to keep yourself sane. A few minutes pass, utter silence only broken by the faint, distant scraping of metal, thuds, and squelches. Until the light dissipates, darkness enveloping it, replaced by a single bead of crimson, an infernal, glowing eye. An iris blacker than the void around you fixates on your form, your heart skipping a beat at the sudden form blocking light from the door. Then it dissappears, causing your panic to only increase. Silence takes the chamber for a few more seconds, but then you hear something else: The ever so faint screeching of metal on metal, coming from the door. It's there for a minute, but then it stops. You want to move, but don't know where you would even go, and can't see anything either. The faint glow returns once more, only this time the light outlines a completely open door, causing terror to creep around your brain as you put two and two together; As a dark outline begins obscuring the side of the room you're on, your depth perception not failing you, it's right in front of you. You scream, but no sound comes out, you flail, but a firm grip of shivering cold appendages holds you in place. You sense-- *feel* a cavernous void opening in front of you, no sound, no light; Only the faint, rapid-fire beat of your heart as your sense of gravity urges you to pull back, but you can't. [[Next|LabEnd1]]

You run forwards, down the immense, empty hallway of this lab, light is barely helping you, since you can only see 15 feet in front of you at a time. (if:$raunchymode is 1)[The smell of fresh, warm manure fills your senses as you approach a fork in the lab.] You come to a brighter hallway, splitting left and right, this one strewn with debris and peppered with cracks on the floor. Down one side, you can see a slightly taller-than-you skunk-like bipedal, his dark fur flaring off with white streaks on his back, and tail. He appears to be walking down the hallway, claws picking at his teeth as he sports a round, wriggling gut before him. His demeanor stops the second you come into frame, and his head slowly turns your way, piercing, red eyes staring your way. [[Run away|ZoroRun]] (if:$raunchymode is 1)[[[Stand still|ZoroStay]]] [[Try to... talk?|ZoroTalk]]

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The sense of falling is only produced by your brain, as there is no air whipping around you, instead only a void, only broken by the red eye hovering before your vision. The cold atmosphere becomes denser, warmer, comfortable, even. You reach out to try and see your hands, but they are suddenly bound to your sides, your entire body is locked and stiff. A soft, leathery appendage rubs at your legs, brushing up to your midsection, torso; You feel it caress your face, secreting some sort of thick slime that coats your paralyzed body. You sputter the liquid out of your mouth, as another, similar tentacle begins doing the same on your back, then a third, and a fourth. The idle rustling of flesh on latex is all you hear, the occasional sticky splats around your face, and then a terrifying sound: The one of your zipper coming loose. Your breathing gets heavy as the suit falls idly into the abyss below, no sound indicating its demise present. You're naked and incapacitated as this alien entity prods at your bare form. One of the many dozen tentacles searching around your body find your ass, and it immediately slides effortlessly into your behind, pushing up, and up, until you can feel it swell in your stomach; It doesn't stop there, however, it retracts until it's right at the base of your colon, probing left and right, hitting your prostate and causing a bead of precum to ooze out of your stiff cock. Almost immediately, the tentacle in your hole swells to an unbearable size, an odd shaped head that wraps around where you assume your prostate would be, causing you to bite your lip as an orgasm washes over your still form, beads of sweat running down your forehead. You open your eyes, as if they had been closed forever, standing in the middle of the room, and you begin walking forwards, unwillingly. You reach the hallway, turn right, and head onwards. The wriggling mass of tentacles is easily concealed by your suit as they control your every move, your mind wracked with wave after wave of pleasure, yet your face does not show it. You have no idea how long you will be a host of this entity, but you have a facility to escape.

You're forced to keep up with your legs as your upper body just floats forwards, until you're standing in front of the tall, female form that casually holds control over your suit of armor. She extends her lithe, clawed hand, sticking one of them down the neck opening of your armor, and pulls you towards her. Her naked form doesn't hide the rather voluptuous nethers she has, her sharpened teeth glaring a frightful smile as her body casts a shadow on you. "So, since you're one of them rare human people, I'll give you a choice, a very nice choice for a thief." She leans in reeeaal close, eyes squinting into a coy, predatory look. "Do you prefer it Long and Lasting?" Her long tongue wraps around her chops on that last word. "Or... Quick and blissful?" The suit of armor weighs immensely on you, causing you to drop to your knees and rub your head against the soaked, pink nethers. The fluid covers your nose and mouth, causing you to cough. [[Long and Lasting|RatGirlVore]] [[Quick and Blissful|RatGirlUB]]

"Oh... I'm going to enjoy you..." Her voice turns basey, the last word melting into a groan as her muzzle opens wide into a cavernous, dripping maw. Slobber drops around, and you feel the armor around you begin to contract and pull you upwards, the feeling of cold steel begins to fade as the armor itself turns into a stretchy latex, mimicking that of your suit. You hold your breath as the rodent's face descends upon yours, your head slipping into her gullet before the maw closes around your midsection. You are pulled upwards, slowly, there is no gulping, no violent motion; Any attempts of you to pull out are met with a tongue that idly undoes your work. You slip in effortlessly, the strange mass of this suit coalescing around your back and finding the zipper for your suit. You groan against the slimy, smelly throat as your suit falls behind you, the rest of your body beginning to fall as gravity shifts. Soon enough, you're on your head, slipping deeper, feeling yourself sag down her throat, your feet dissappearing from the world and joining your bulging form as it descends. With a long drawn glorp, your head squeezes into a stomach, one that doesn't smell as noxious as you first expected. Your body plops down and bounces in the extremely soft, tar-like flesh of this chamber. Your movements are slowed down as every crevice is pliable and just as greedy for your form. It saps your energy to try to move in here, and eventually your strength fails you, a shudder going through your spine as a clawed finger idly caresses you through the thick flesh. Darkness keeps your other senses sharp, where you would hear gurgles, or groans, all you hear is the squishing of your body in this taffy-like organ. [[Next|RatGirlVore2]]

A single digit presses against the back of your head and slips it right up to her soaked, pink lips. The juices slather across your face, feeling as it opens up and takes you in without give. Without notice, your chest lifts up on its own, carried by this strangely remote-controlled armor that's been ordered to lift you up into the soaked folds. You wriggle like a worm, your arms locked to your sides as, with one quick motion, your entire body slips in, in a matter of seconds. You hear moans obscured by muscles, muscles dragging you deeper into the moist, musky cunny, feet dissappearing for good up her nethers, your cursed suit is nowhere to be felt, and so you struggle against the small chamber. But it doesn't last very long, your form grows weak with time, the ever flowing juices flowing past you and making you a little more horny with each passing second. Your mind gets caught up on the smell, the taste of her nectar, you don't even notice your jaw slacking and taking in mouthfuls of it until it's traveling down your throat. Your mind travels elsewhere, panic fading into a lustful embrace; Whether your consciousness drifts out from lack of oxygen, or simple lust, you spend the next few minutes locked in a blissful orgasm that carries like no sensation ever has. A large, white rodent leans against a tree, sitting down with both knees propped up as she fervishly fingers herself, rubbing the swollen abdomen just above. She moans into the high airs, green leaves shaking from the noise, the grassy floor absolutely coated with her juices. A bunny anthro peeks their head, drawn from the noise, he saunters up to the female, casually sticking their cock into the dripping cunt; She doesn't argue. Locked in a wordless embrace of pleasure, they engage in thrust after thrust, moans coming from both directions as, after minutes of pounding, thick batches of cum add to the bulge within the female's abdomen. She gives one final, low moan as it all comes spraying out onto the rabbit's body. One massive tidal wave of you, turned into a thick film of pussy lubricant. It sprays everywhere, steaming in the grass below. The rat girl heaves some, before her expression drops into an offended look. She stands up, plucks the bunny from the floor and swallows him up before he can even compose himself. She then faces the deep portion of the woods and licks her soaked hand clean while walking off.

Your eyelids lull, the extremely comfortable surroundings tug at you greedily, oxygen still present, but less so. The last few moments are relaxed, to the point where you don't even feel as the edges of your body dissappear into the pink flesh around you. You sense, but not as you're used to, tact is felt, but as if through a thick layer of cotton-candy. Faint echoes bounce through you like listening through a brick wall, light is ephemeral, too, small beads of distorted colors passing through, like sharp lights through your eyelids. There is a sudden, massive wave of pleasure that washes through you, rippling through your form like you're a briefly stirred pond. You bounce, you jiggle, you sag. The hand that idly slapped your form prods a few pointy claws at your consciousness. You feel it, clear as crystal, it makes you silently shudder with pleasure, reminds you of your weight, it feels amazing. You yearn for every belly rub, every scratch, snuggle. When you sense a new morsel adding in to the padding, your excitement is so high that you reach out with your every fiber to coax the next little addition to your goddess. (if:$scatmode is 1)[A clawed hand spreads the rodent's cheeks apart as a thick, green fart echoes through the woods, causing her to stifle a moan as the pink hole opens up to deliver the brown, slimy remains of your form. Her other hand, sporting the shredded remains of your suit, repurposed into a fingerless glove, spreads the other cheek, torrents of heavy logs crashing down one after the other, before a coiled pile of stinking you remains. A thunder of pure, noxious gas blows like a gunshot into the pile, causing it to lose all consistency and spread out into a huge cone of brown. She smiles, giving her thick gut another pat before heading off into the forst, her sultry gait unbroken by the mass you've added to her form.]

The two creatures jump out of their seats, and one of them grabs you from your scruff, dragging you towards the bathroom. You could struggle, but it wouldn't do much. The slam of the wooden door of the stall is a very conclusive note for you as the two large figures approach you. You hesitatingly begin removing your suit, receiving nothing but silence from the pair as they circle around you like predators. Fear comes in waves, sweat forming in the edge of your forehead as you see them walk around the edge of your vision. Once you toss your suit to the side, you can feel both of them breathing down your neck, paws rubbing your stomach, groin, thighs. You feel both warm rods press against your back with the rest of their bodies, and one of them circles you until you're sandwiched between both of these ferocious beasts. One of them nods to the other, and two powerful arms lift you up by the legs, feeling the hot, already lubricated horse-like cock piercing through your hind like butter, causing a hot moan to come out of you reflexively. The two furred bodies pushing against you suddenly feel hotter rather than creepy, hand going to your stomach to feel as the thick rod goes up your form, sitting in your stomach before pulling back and settling into a thrust. You bounce up and down, aided by the powerful figure that's holding you up, and gasping when you feel a secondary member also go up your stretched, dripping behind. Settling in an off-rhythm, the two of them take turns thrusting in and out of you, massive cocks stretching you at your cusp as you hold on to the hyena's shoulders, but then decide to drop your weight against the heavy, panting frames of the beasts, bouncing forwards and back between the two bodies. Your toes curl, your hands feel the bulge of two equine cocks defiling your insides, hearing and feeling the panting against your neck and chest. You cum hard, but not as hard as they do. The two paws that were holding you up suddenly turn and hold you **down** against two twitching rods of heat. You gasp as the warm sensation travels up your gut, stomach expanding and pressing against the hyena's belly. One of his paws presses down on yours just to feel the ever increasing bulge. Your eyelids lull and your jaw slackens as raw bliss overtakes it. You don't even feel yourself fall to the side, you come back laying on a puddle of hyena nut, next to (if:$raunchymode is 1)[a bulging, shit-filled bodysuit](else:)[a steaming, cum-ridden bodysuit]. It takes you a while to wash it, and it still carries a strong smell, not to mention your sagging, 9-month pregnancy belly that you have to juggle around trying to fit into your suit. (display:"Bathroom")

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You get up from the bent and cracked surface of the platform, going up to the massive lapine and holding up the massive folds of his gut. He doesn't resist as you reveal the messy navel beneath fat, and you dive in to clean your work up, feeling as the stomach droops on the back of your head and pushes you further. You don't even have to kneel to do the work, and you do it well, lapping up and suckling at the surprisingly large chamber, feeling the hot, gurgling all around you as pressure begins to build. You feel weight begin to get extreme on your legs, and only when your upper half slips in do you actually realize that the bunny is leaning on your form, causing you to dive further. The bellybutton, much to your surprise, opens up, schlopping your head, shouders, and chest in one, quick motion. You groan as your surroundings turn into slimy, squelching folds of meat, and almost immediately you feel your predator slip and fall onto you, the rest of your body rapidly slipping in and traveling through winding guts within an instant. Your world is dark, slimy, hot guts, the musky air of this tract indicating that you're somewhere deep the bunny's insides. You try squirming, but can only feel a faint pat on your body from the outside, your form unwillingly worming downwards through the tract. You're forced through what feels like miles of intestines, before dropping into a chamber... a stomach? [[Next|BunnyCavesNavel1]]

The bunny grins, giving himself another pat in the gut before squatting down. You have to raise your head to look properly at him, and see him bracing forwards, before the stone shatters below him, as he takes a massive leap that sends him off into the air above. Right above you. You panic once you see his momentum beginning to halt, but don't get any time to react, his body flies at you at unimaginable speeds, and the crash removes all of your senses in one, fell swoop. The last thing you sense before darkness takes over you is the shattering of stone beneath you, and a deafening ***GLUORP***. You lazily open your eyes, now looking at the floor of the cave from an almost upside-down perspective. Confused, you look "down", finding the face of the immense bunny-boy looking down at you, a sharp grin on his face. He plucks at your forehead with two fingers, pulling you, and you feel the rest of your body peeling off of him like a sticker. Only when he holds you aloft from the head do you look down and see that your entire body is... mostly flat. Squashed into a thick, taffy-like sheet. You try wriggling, and see the sheet undulating just a tad, causing the bunny in front of you to chuckle, as he simply places you down on the ground, flat, and slams his massive behind onto your flattened form. With a crash, you feel yourself stick to the fur and flesh, your senses addled as your suit bulges slightly at the front with a fresh cumshot. Somedays, you're used as a mat for the bunny to have his fun on, some other days you're a little trophy sticking out the massive gut of your owner. Some special days you get to be a cocksock, or get a massive cock to fill your stomach and remind you what it's like to be three-dimensional

A hand suddenly tugs at your leg, then another at your shoulder. You gasp as several bodies squeeze onto your form, the familiar, horny pants and moans of the bunny folk you've heard before surround you from all sides. You give out a stifled moan as a few hands find your cock in the dark, slimy chamber, your zipper comes off, and several bunnies messily make out with your every pore. You feel a tongue prodding at your behind, a lapine doughnut slam against your cock, several tongues worming into your mouth. Your inhibitions quickly melt into putty as you hump, grind, lick and give yourself out to the bunnies around you, feeling the occasional jostle of the stomach, walls squeezing you onto your lovers, coaxing orgasms from many of you. Hours pass, but they feel like blissful, intense minutes. Gurgles and groans melt with the moans and gasps that surround you, you feel loads of bunny cum enter you, just as you lose orgasm after orgasm into the rabbit holes around you. Another squeeze of the stomach makes you lose track of your shape, lost in the slurry of juices you're wading in. You feel a mouth lock onto yours and embrace the kiss, senses fading into the uniform bliss that carries you all into the ever thickening pool. Your form, much like the rest of the bunnies, winds up and down the engorged guts of the bunny, until they find a particular chamber where you cling. Your form disperses, your once known shape now expanded into a thick, obfuscated presence. You feel a pat, which coaxes an unidentifiable pleasure to spread across your entire organism. The very folds you used to worship, you're now them. (if:$scatmode is 1)[Waddling, the massive bunny makes his way towards the open sky of the village, walking towards the open cart that's next to the cavern. The many bunnies around bow in reverence as he turns tail and lifts up his gargantuan behind. Spreading one cheek, the giant hole releases forth an unbroken pile of very thick, brown slime that fills the cart to the brim in just a few seconds, before the rest sloughs and plops around. The poor piece of wood ends up buried among huge coils of steaming dung. Some bunnies approach the larger beast, kneeling, as he looks at the lot, before snatching a few up and nonchalantly swallowing them. He then returns to the cave, the few farm workers immediately taking the cart and heading towards the fields with the creaking, crap-filled wagon. Gotta grow carrots somehow.]

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What once appeared to be the ruined remains of a home has since been somewhat refurbished into a liveable house. The wooden door is haphazardly put into bolted hinges on the wall where, probably a smaller door once stood. Door's locked [[Nevermind|town]]

The sound of a deadbolt being slid is a foreword to the door slamming outwards, causing you to take an instinctual step back to not get nicked in the nose, as the figure of a completely naked, wide-hipped zebra welcomes you. "Darling. Thought you'd never show! Come in, make yourself acquainted." He says, spinning dramatically and walking away. The sound of idle slapping and wet squishing is palpable the second the door opens, and you peer your head in. Candlelit, dim yellow coats the boarded up house here, only broken by the open door carrying some daylight from outside. You can see the faint outline of the rex's hulking back, sitting down among other figures on a round table. You can also see the fur of one of the hyenas you've met previously, two bright eyes reflecting the light from outside into large, white circles your way. You slowly close the door behind you, seeing the rex's figure slowly turn your way, but stop before making actual eye contact. The smell of sweat and fish is faint, but noticeable. The room looks, as dark as it may be, actually pretty cozy. There's several well-kept couches, beddings of all sorts, and a lot of pillows strewn about. The only proper bit of non-cushioned commodity you see are a wardrobe, and the round table in the middle. In this silence, the suggestive, wet sounds are much more noticeable. "Well, don't be a stranger, hun, meet the gang!" The zebra urges you, as you walk towards the table. You can see that the two hyenas, and the Rex appear to be playing a game of poker, with gold coins on the table, *a lot* of them. The rex makes eye contact for the first time, sending a shiver down your spine, his gaze a purely predatorial one, yet disguised with a gentle nod of acknowledgement. The zebra appears to be in the back, examining the wardrobe. [[Sit down|BoysTable]] [[Walk up to the zebra|BoysZeb]]

You find an open seat, and take it. The dinosaur, not breaking his gaze from his other compatriots or his cards, slides over a few dozen coins your way, before speaking out in his rough, basey voice. It rocks you like an earthquake, yet the others seem unfazed. "Bet on someone." You hesitate for a second, looking at the trio; One of the zebras, the less serious looking one stares right through you, a smile creeping through the corners of his mouth, while the other is locked in a heated staring contest with the anthropomorphic T-Rex. The wet, lewd sounds seem to come from directly beneath you, and a quick peek confirms your suspicions: Through the faint light you can see two figures, their bellies somewhat bulging from the rex and hyena they seem to be individually blowing. The one on the right you assume to be a female, as her massive breasts are any indication, the one on the left appears to be genderless, and is having a hard time taking the rex's whole length. [[Bet on the Rex|BoysTableR]] [[Bet on the smiling Hyena|BoysTableH]] [[Bet on the other Hyena|BoysTableH2]]

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You cup your hands over the pile, and slide them up to the Rex, then the middle, eliciting no reaction from him, a snicker from the one in front of you, and a little whistle from the back. The hyena on your right looks through you, a pair of eyes that would indicate murderous intent for any proper sense of judgement, before putting his cards face-down on the table. "Fuck it, fold." The rex slowly fixes his gaze on the next one, the smiling bipedal giving the dinosaur a brief glance before setting his cards down. A straight flush. For once, he breaks his gaze, into a smile as he puts his cards down. His booming voice comes through again "Nice read". He puts down his cards, showing a Straight. You look at the rex as he fixes his gaze on you once more, and the hyena in front of you scoots a little back in his chair, splaying his legs to either side as one paw wraps around his thick horse cock. The rex grunts, one hand going between his legs and pulling sharply towards him "Did I say I was finished?" You hear gulps and gags afterwards. [[Next|BoysTableR1]]

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You hesitate, slowly pulling the chair back, before crawling under the table. You can hear the schlops, gulps, gurgles, see the creature to your right, a busty fox who is currently straddling her swollen stomach. To your left, you see a slender wolf who is stroking feverishly at the bulge in his throat, while another hand jacks him off. You saddle between them, feeling their hot bodies against yours as the massive cock points your way. Gulping, you take a few breaths and dive in, beginning with the thick mast, coating it in slobber until it's nice and primed to go in. Then a thought occurs to you, from this position, you could probably take the hyena in from either side, and this seems like a painful swallow from the front. [[Powerbottom the hyena|BoysTableR1Ass]] [[Deepthroat the hyena|BoysTableR1Mouth]]

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You enter the large hall, seeing dozens upon dozens of doors, left and right, strangely close to one another as if they all led to the same room. Each one has a different engraved symbol, each and every single one absolutely alien to you. Your walk stops as your companion's does, too, the end of the hallway marked with a huge double-door, broken by the curved arch above. He gives you a smile as he twirls his fingers, somehow causing the massive pieces of wood to swing open on their own. He slowly walks away after that. Inside, you can see an immense throne room, something fit for a king ten times your height, and it shows, as a gargantuan deep-crimson dragon anthro looms well above fathomable heights... 25 feet? He looks down at you with the might of a god, fist propping up his jaw, like a disinterested leviathan. His voice is deeper than an earthquake, rocking through your bones as if the ring of it itself commanded you to do its bidding. =><= (font:"Lucida Grande")[###**"Fresh. Meat."**] <= You feel a shiver run down your bones. [[Next|Hell3]]

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You freeze in place, feeling a bead of sweat forming in your forehead as the Zoroark looks your way, slowly taking a few steps your way. You can hear the violent gurgling of his still bulging belly, as he saunters forth and puts a paw up to your chest, taking a few steps forwards and pushing you to the nearest wall. You thud against it, still locked in a panic, as the same paw comes up to your shoulder and pushes you down until you're sitting on the ground. He smirks, giving your form a once-over before turning tail and spreading his cheeks, which you now can see, have radioactive markings upon both of them. A massive, green fart sends a thick fume your way, causing your surroundings to be replaced by a radioactive green, your lungs aching from the stinking, searing air. You cough and sputter, and don't see the pink hole rippling to send a large log of pure, glowing dung onto your face. The hot slime slaps against your head, flowing downwards onto your chest and being replaced by a thicker, smellier coil. Squelches and schlops fill the room as you're slowly buried under massive piles of this zoroark's glowing, green shit. Your consciousness wanes, product of the horrid smell sapping the oxygen from your surroundings, you can even see the green fumes wafting off of you now, your hands pressed against the hole to try and get the creature to stop but only coaxing more and more logs. You can faintly see the outline of the sagging gut in front of the zoroark, and it is the last thing you see before your head is buried along with the rest of your body, obscured by the steaming, hot slime that surrounds you from all angles. The stinking, hot air around you causes you to black out almost immediately.

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You dig through the slime, finding webs beneath. It takes you longer than comfortable, but you manage to dive on what appears to be a vacuous coccoon, saddling up to the wall behind it. You see light here, what appears to be a small window that's been totally covered in webs and obfuscated, giving these small surroundings a ghastly white glow. The furious rattling next you make you jump in fright, as a figure is feverishly fighting their restraints. You pull some slimy webbing to the side and find a yellow and red-furred anthropomorphic moth, her large, black beady eyes staring you in desperation as the lower part of her face along with the rest of her is thoroughly wrapped in web. The muffled protests, and her struggles are starting to make a lot of noise, and you can begin to feel the vibrating wood beneath you, the skittering sound coming closer... [[Lean back and play dead|SpiderMof]] [[Try to undo her wrappings|SpiderMof2]]

You feel her muffled screams intensify as you slowly lean your body back, away from her, getting a few seconds of her watering, desperate eyes scanning over your form before a thunderous slam ripples through the wood. Three large, spider legs pierce through the web, surgically grabbing the coccooned moth and tearing said coccoon from the mass of webs. The brief yelp is replaced by silence, as the moth is now nowhere to be seen. You peek your head out of curiosity, a little bit of daylight beginning to trickle in from the now opened nest, and see the faint outline of a massive spider, needle-like legs dexterously handling the coccooned moth around until she is positioned right below the spider. You hear her faint protests, see the bag of four-feet long white web worming and squirming as this thick ovipositor begins sliding out of the arachnid's abdomen, unbeknownst to the moth, as the entire thing drapes over the wriggling form's body, easily surpassing their height, before slithering up to their mouth, and diving in a few feet. Her squirms are replaced with spasms, the quivering body slowing her struggles as one of the many legs of the spider trace idly to where the moth's midsection would be, slicing open the web and letting her gut hang out. You stare in morbid curiosity as her surprisingly thick, throbbing cock slips out of the thick webbing along with her front, you can see the outline of the bulges worming down her gullet, orb-shaped outlines beginning to sag down her stomach until it is utterly bloated. Her eyelids droop and her cock sprays forth a messy batch of seed, half of it getting caught on her massive underbelly, and the rest streaking white goop across the web-covered floor. You see the outlines of her paws twitching in ecstasy as she loses a few more orgasms to the dozens... hundred? of eggs being pushed one by one, until the ovipositor slips off, carrying forth a mess of green slime that trickles out of her mouth. Her jaw slackens and her head goes limp, probably the exhaustion getting to her. Not wasting time, the spider begins spinning the poor moth rapidly, easily covering your distraction in an even thicker layer of web, before plopping her right next to you. You see the even bigger coccooned form, no face to discern among the pure white that surrounds her form. You can see the obscene, bulging stomach and you curiously put a hand to it, feeling the warm, gently swaying vibration from within. The form very faintly shudders, and you see the outline of her cock, flatly wrapped against the gut, release another gout of moth seed that sprays across you. The coast seems clear, and you could probably try getting out this time. [[Escape|SpiderMofEsc]] [[Try to free the moth and escape|SpiderMofEnd]]

You grab at her coccoon and pull her sharply against you, leaning as far away from the window as possible. She falls onto you, causing you to be hidden away by the web when the massive spiderhead lurches in to survey the small chamber. You feel it looming, and can see the oversized moth eyes in a panic, locked against yours. The spider head subsides, and slowly crawls off. You silently sigh out, she does too, but in bursts from her nose. Slowly, you turn until she's against the floor, and begin tugging at her restraints. Her form fluffs out with every inch of her that becomes free, and the eyes silently give you an appreciative nod. Together, you slowly sneak out of the spider's domain, finding the spot on the floor where you're able to climb down. (set:$moth to 1)(display:"Manor Entrance")(set:$spider to "real mad")

You slowly pull yourself out of the web, being especially careful not to get your fingers stuck to the fine silk. Slowly moving the moth out of the window's way, you get a good look of the escape path right up to where the floorboards are missing and you can climb down. The path is treacherous, impossible to do without the amount of light you have, as you have to side step similar coccoons on the floor; Some of them wriggling, some of them not. You reach the opening, and slowly begin climbing down the rotted and missing boards, landing on the floor silently, your web-covered bottom making the fall quite silent! (set:$spider to "real mad")(display:"Dining room")

You begin tugging and grasping at the moth's head, pulling the web free best you can, and are successful in doing so! That is, until you get her entire face free. Her moans and pants coincide with the horse-like cock that's poking at your thigh, releasing orgasm after orgasm from the needy moth. You urge her to be quiet, tugging and pulling feverishly, but you can already hear the rumbling of something very quickly heading your way. The vibrations send you on edge, and you simply decide to grab the entire suitcase of web-encrusted moth and carry them out best you can. You get about 10 feet out before a looming figure stops you. A stream of web hits you square in the face, wrapping around your head and sharply tugging you forwards. You lose your footing, your moth, and slam down onto the floor, luckily bouncing on the web helmet. You flail, feeling yourself dragged forwards, and up, grabbed by thin, solid appendages that make short work of you, legs sliding up and down, tearing your poor suit into shreds along with the web around your head. The cold air isn't there for long, a fluffy, warm figure is pressed tightly against you, if the hard rod flat against your belly is any indication. You struggle, just as much as the moth does, but the surprisingly hot web wraps you in an impossibly tight embrace against the hermaphrodite form, fluffy breasts squeezed against your chest, your own cock hardening from the larger one that's pushing against it. Your forms rub against one another, even as you're hung somewhere along the top of the spider's domain. You can feel the moth saddle left and right, trying to move anywhere, and you do the same, but all you cause is more moans from the both of you. Her squeaky moans falter as she shamelessly shimmies just a few inches up and locks lips with you. You would struggle, if you had anything else to do. The two of you rub together, your dicks throbbing against one another, before she loses the fight, moaning hard into your kiss as your lower bodies are coated in her cum, then yours. The next day comes, your forms idly drift from sleep to horny humping. The feel of the web being jostled lurches you two into consciousness, as a thick, warm appendage pierces through the top of the coccoon, hot slime separating you from your partner before entering your mouth. Your eyes widen, and you feel orbs being pushed up deep down your gullet, throat reflexively swallowing dozens of eggs. Your stomach pushes out, bulging against the moth's already hard erection, her moans broken once the rod slips out of you, and you assume from the immediate gagging sounds into her. After the intrusion, you're both left awkwardly rubbing your bloated guts against eachother's, locked into a goopy, surprisingly sweet-tasting kiss. The next week comes, and the eggs are but mush within your forms, causing you to think that they were only there to keep the two of you alive. At times, you panic, so does she. But there isn't much room to do anything, and her overproductive libido begins to rub on to you. Time never drawls, at least not as much as you would if you were alone. The feeling of her thick, warm cum running down your legs is a reward for you, especially if you coax a hard enough orgasm that sprays up between your faces; It makes the following kiss all that much more enjoyable.

You reach for your belt and pull out your crowbar, swinging wide at the table below until the hooked tip catches, stopping your ascent. You feel the web pull harshly against your body, tugging you mercilessly before one rope snaps. You sink in a few inches all of the sudden, and look up to spot an oversized spider mandible looking your way; Reacting, you pull the crowbar free and hold it up to your face, just as a thick string of web grabs it along the middle, your grip on it faltering as the strong creature pulls it from your grasp. You pull your upper body up and rip off the restraints, landing roughly on the ground. Almost immediately, you hear a loud snap, and cover yourself as two pieces of your crowbar land on the ground, bent and sundered by whatever's above. You run off onto the foyer with your borrowed time, chittering echoing around you. (set:$spider to "mad") (display:"Manor Entrance")

The horrifying visage of an enormous spider, black as the void, surprises you, as it looks your way with all eight eyes. You begin to back up, but the surprisingly fast thing jumps your way, pinning you down to the ground with some surgically-planted legs. You slam down, the creature having to squeeze its head past the doorway. Looking up, you begin pulling away, feeling the strong grip of the legs not subside, but rather drag you back into the room. The bottom of the doorway does not appreciate your desperate hands, as the rotting wood snaps and sends you to the spider's clutches. The next few seconds are a blur, you feel yourself lifted up, spun around at extreme speeds, and placed into a thick, tight coccoon. You squirm, feeling just the very edge of your toes move a couple of inches; The stuff coats you thoroughly from your feet to your lower jaw. You can see just fine, as well as breathe, which makes it more arduous to see the spider attach a web to your bottom, and slowly hoist you up into the pitch-black room above. You protest, but only get a slightly longer swing. Your sense of gravity shifts, you feel upright again, something presses against your back, and you feel the looming form in front of you... leave. You take a moment to breathe, and then furiously struggle against the shell, finding no give whatsoever. Exhaustion hits you, and you rest up some more... feeling a strange heat surrounding you. Your face can sense the steam wafting upwards, a sizzling emanating from somewhere within this web, before, with a snap, you're free. You drop down, limbs flailing as the dread of how far up you might be carries for a fraction of a second before you hit the floor. Standing up, you feel at your suit the unnatural heat of the exterior, patting it and feeling it slowly cool off. It makes sense that a suit like this would have a feature like that. 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 of 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|SpiderPlay1.5]] [[Look for a way out|SpiderEscAtt]]

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"Sure, 2 coins for the night." You have (if:$coins is 0)[no coins](else:)[$coins coin(if:$coins is >1)[s]]. (if:$coins is >1)[[[Pay up|Inn1]]]

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The immense demon shifts in his golden throne, red cushions the size of a house shuffling beneath, as he simply slams down with one foot on the ground. His large, thick pads slick as he raises the clawed appendage, heel still on the ground. He makes a show of it, flexing the soft toes your way. Your eyes slowly trail up at his deep, cerulean blue eyes, an intensity that could bore holes through your head if it wanted to. Then, he dramatically holds one hand up to his face, fingers clasped together, and a snap. But you don't get to hear the end of it. Your form is suddenly somewhere else, in but a flash, prone and suitless. Your naked frame against what seems to be the cold marble floor of the throne room. You look towards the immense, red foot that dangles just above your body, sweat idly dripping around your form. And then, it begins slowly coming down. You try shuffling away, but the first thing that gets caught is your foot. Then the other one. The rubbery, yet slimy pad presses down with an intense, yet restrained force, causing your whole body to be squished against the not-so-cold-anymore floor. You can faintly hear your own heartbeat in the smothering foot of the devil, claws idly clacking behind your form. It toys with you, applying a little more pressure on your lower half, then your upper. The musky, hot air comes in waves, causing you to heave against the slick flesh pressed hard against your face. Putting a little more pressure, it drags you a few inches to the left, and right. You feel yourself flatten to an impossible degree, hands desperately trying to push this thing out of you, if only to subside a few pounds of pressure. It obviously doesn't work. The paw rescinds, your form stuck to the sole for a few seconds, before slowly peeling off and into the pool of sweat below. Your squeezed self drapes like a used sock. =><= (font:"Lucida Grande")[###**"Good. Now, prove yourself."**] <= Another snap and you're on your feet. You stumble forwards in your exhausted form, stabilizing yourself along the horizontal pillar of smooth red scales, realizing slowly that it is the dragon's thigh. Looking up you can see the toned, muscular frame of this being, the only thing concealing any shred of his body being the draped loincloth (Which, could really work as a bedsheet for someone your size) across his groin region. He stares expectantly at you, soft cushions below shifting ever-so slightly as the two legs move out of the way, leaving the giant piece of cloth in front of you. [[Next|Hell4]]

You feel the looming gaze from above, almost emanating heat as you begin walking towards the bulging cloth. You hear the slow, intense breathing of the beast as you grab and tug at the loincloth. With a quick movement, the dragon slides a claw across the rope connecting it to his groin, and severs it, causing the extremely damp, musky sheet to fall atop you. It's not heavy, so you can toss it aside, it's the sweat that clings to you what takes you aback. The strong, manly smell carries with it a hint of sulfur, a spicy add that makes your loins ache. You can now see the dragon's... sheath? It is a massive, plump cylinder, its color a latte-tan that contrasts against the sharp reds. The huge, steaming nuts beneath seem to be the source of such a strong scent. [[Pleasure his sheath|HellSheath]] [[Rub his balls|HellBalls]]

You begin climbing atop the behemoth, the hot surface of his hide surprisingly hot. The very tip of this sheath is slick with pre already, and it doesn't take you long to position yourself comfortably, upper body somewhat propping up the interior, legs dangling beneath. Supporting yourself with your elbows, you begin doing your best of rubbing, stretching and kneading the surprisingly soft flesh. You feel it stir, causing your feet to dangle as you kiss, lick, and rub. A sharp growl echoes both across the throne room, as well as the body, as an oversized finger pokes you on the butt, sending you hard into the sheath's depths. You feel the heat only grow stronger as your face bumps into a hot, throbbing bottom. It spews a thick batch of slime that utterly coats your entire form, and causes you to wriggle in this now uncomfortable heat. You groan, push to your sides, even rub at your assailant in the hopes that it will let you go, and it does, as a humongous rod of turgid meat begins sliding outwards. You're pushed... until you're not. The lubrication around your form is too much, and you slip beneath the cock, your form bulging tightly against a fat sheath and a lubed, demon penis. You fitfully struggle, squished once more as the mast ocasionally squeezes harder onto you. Your cock begins throbbing, the hot, slimy pre causing all of the rubbing and pressing to be intensely pleasurable. Oversized, clawed fingers interrupt your imprisonment by plucking you out of the restraints, stretching the tan sheath. Your soaked body plops once more onto the ground, steaming, and reeking of the spicy, musky insides of the beast. (if:$hsheat is >0)[ The demon says nothing. Instead just stares at you in a lustful, vicious gaze.](else:)[ =><= (font:"Lucida Grande")[###**"Decent. Last test."**] <= ] The demon slowly lifts one leg up, propping it against the armrest, and showing you the thick, yet toned cheeks of his hind. The smell is even more intense from back here(if:$raunchymode is 1)[, carrying the reeking remains of a massive, noxious fart as a brown cloud that goes past you]. [[Pleasure his balls|HellBalls]] [[Slide underneath|HellAss]] (set:$hsheat to it + 1)

you walk up until you're squishing against the massive, you-sized beanbags of pure heat, sinking between them until the intense, heavy musk is causing your cock to bounce against your belly. You moan, licking the thick film of sweat that rains down from this beast, your feet soaked in the damp cushions beneath. The two orbs slowly leave you, lifted above, before coming back down and onto you. You slap against the soft ground, two enormous balls landing onto your prone form and utterly taking over your senses for a full minute. You struggle to breathe, and your hips buckle on their own, lost in this musky trance as your hands caress the soft, forgiving flesh. The nuts begin lifting once more, before coming down, up, down. You see at the edge of your vision the faint bit of light that comes past the sagging balls before a lewd **schlop** takes over it. Over, and over again. You gulp yet another mouthful of sweat, feeling your form dragged away by a pair of fingers that deposit your slimy form across the front of the immense package. You heave for a while, getting your bearings. (if:$hballs is >0)[ The demon says nothing. Instead just stares at you in a lustful, vicious gaze.](else:)[ =><= (font:"Lucida Grande")[###**"Strong candidate. Last test."**] <= ] The demon slowly lifts one leg up, propping it against the armrest, and showing you the thick, yet toned cheeks of his hind. The smell is even more intense from back here(if:$raunchymode is 1)[, carrying the reeking remains of a massive, noxious fart as a brown cloud that goes past you]. [[Pleasure his sheath|HellSheath]] [[Slide underneath|HellAss]] (set:$hballs to it + 1)

You slowly crawl underneath the demon, hands moving across the sweat-soaked fabric beneath, the sponge-like material squelches and drenches your limbs in the hot liquid, the smell only getting stronger the deeper you crawl. You make it to the very end of the seat, the cushions angling up, and you turn face-up to face the gigantic ass above you, a puffy hole slowly coming your way as the entire thing makes its way towards you. Your protests are squeezed into a pitiful squeak as you are pressed hard against the massive, musky hole. Your head, pressed between cheeks, suddenly turns upright on its own, your mouth unwillingly opens, and your lips fly forwards until you are tightly pressing them against the bulging pucker of the devil. You pull away, but the creature shuffles until it is spreading onto the cushions, pinning you properly against its behind. After a minute of breathing in the hot, thick scent, you relax your shoulders and push yourself forwards, licking and slurping the hot, stretchy chamber of the dragon. A gratifying groan that takes the shape of a small earthquake vibrates through you. (if:$raunchymode is 1)[Right then and there, a rumble from above roils the flesh above, as a gargantuan fart explodes out of the thick behind, localized entirely within your mouth. The brown, methane gas goes straight down your throat, your whole form expanding as much as the thick cheeks above will allow, causing you to cough and sputter once it rescinds. You moan as you feel the noxious, spicy scent coat your lungs, reeking of the demon's digestive system.] The butt lifts up, your form stuck between cheeks through sweat and slime. Then, it slams down hard. The thunderous crack echoes across the chamber as you're squeezed within an instant between the huge hind and the damp cushions beneath. You feel yourself stretch once more, then again, and again, and again. Every butt slam slides you deeper, not deeper into the hole, but into the crack itself. Your legs squeeze between one another, your cock twitches as it sprays forth a very intense orgasm amid your moans and the squelches around you. You feel strings of slimy sweat bridging you and the throne with each slam, your toes wriggling with each of your depraved cumshots. Your eyelids drool, not like your eyes were watching anything, really. The massive slams slowly drift to ambiance, your form is utterly lost, stretched as thin as putty in the beast's massive crack. Like a faint drumbeat, your senses addle and your form accepts its new shape. The gargantuan butt lifts once more, your flesh almost impossible to notice amid the bright red flesh that you're covering. (if:$raunchymode is 1)[Another fart causes your upper half to peel off to let the hot, nasty air to push out. Your cock flops out, releasing another pitifull spray of seed that gets carried away by the fumes. You feel your form sag down in its near-flattened form.](else:)[You feel the sweat covering your every pore, your hands pure sheets to your sides, done in by the crimson red cheeks. After a minute of just hovering, your upper half begins to ever so slowly peel off, dangling down. The intense musk paired with the sensation of having your cock pressed impossibly tight against your flesh and the beast's gets the best of you. You lose an orgasm that drips down from your chest, to your squished face, to the floor below.] [[Next|Hell5]]

A thumb and index finger pluck your form out of the beast's ass. lifting it until you're hovering atop the huge, red demon. He stares at your dripping, flattened form, your rod still freshly dripping the remains of your musk-induced orgasm. Your face still caked in this blissful, lost look as eyes drift about the room, barely focusing on the creature in front of you. It grins, before putting you down on the ground. You drape over the floor, still heaving from the new, almost-flattened form you seem to take, and don't quite notice the huge paw slamming down on your body. You squeeze into a spanning sheet of you, enough to be less than an inch thick, but several feet in both width and length. Your cock throbs, but your cum has nowhere to go, causing you to stifle a moan against the unfathomable pressure. The foot begins doing a circle, still tightly pressed against you. You feel yourself mush, bunch up and move with the motions, following the sole. Around. And around. Your world spins, skews, twists. Your body not flat anymore, yet not yours either. It is only when the foot rescinds that you can get a better sense of you're being. You're a ball, and a big one at that. Squeezed into the shape of one by the holder of this realm, you are plucked once more by two fingers, roughly a foot and a half in diameter. Your senses are there, your face visible across the front. You feel a stinging sensation in your... top? Looking up, you can see several more balls. Some of them are furred, some scaled, some bright pink skin. All kinds of you-sized balls are connected to one another, and now to your top, in a very thin wire. You see in front of you as the demon finishes the work on you, and slowly dangles this contraption behind him, squeezing your form into the massive, slimy ass. You slide in with a squelch, and then you hear another behind you, then another. Bead by bead, you all worm your way inside of the demon's ass, bunching up at the end of his colon. You moan as you press yourself against another ball like yourself, pressed tightly against slick flesh. You'll have to get used to this for the rest of your eternity, you reckon.