Contributor: Rob Harris
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The Squid clung to his hips with its eight arms and wrapped its tentacles around his thighs like climbing ivy. It was gorging on his man pipe, suckling him deep into its bowels, so deep that it felt like it warped through space-time into some pleasure dimension outside normal reality. As the squid scoffed on his wong he felt all gooey and sexually clamorific. Its beak, a soft gelatinous substance, was not like a normal squid beak, instead it was like a vagina made of the same material heaven must be made out of, pressing into his abdomen and balls, teasing his organs and sending shock waves of pleasure through him. He orgasmed so hard he went through his dick and deep into those extra-real dimensions within the Squid. There was a sound like a Schluck as he slid through its velvet-heaven mouth, all but his arm, which was popped off as the hole pinched tight like a sphincter.
Inside the Squid, a portly yet cute Asian woman, dressed in ceremonial kimono, was serving tea to a Siamese cat. The cat was sat on a beautifully crafted deep blue cushion that perfectly complimented its dazzling blue eyes set against its dark tanned marten face that was dignified and betrayed a sense of superiority to this sizeable woman. She was knelt before it, offering a tiny dish with milky tea in it. Her head bowed so low her forehead touched the floor. The cat pawed at the dish, as if testing it for some unknown quality. It seemed satisfied and the woman crawled away backwards, never taking her forehead off the floor. There was an odd schluck noise from her palms every time they pulled from the floor. She shuffled backwards all the way out of the strange chamber they were in, which seemed to pulse and contort, protrusions occasionally spurting forth from the organic purplish walls. Once the woman was gone, the cat stood and stretched before lapping some of the tea from the dish. After a few laps the cat licked itself over, spreading the tea across its fur, it spent an inordinate amount of time on its genital region, but seemed to gain no sexual pleasure in doing so. It checked once more to be sure the woman was not within sight, and then spasmodically attempted to lick the front of its neck. It's course tongue shooting out as it pulled its head back and tucked its chin in. Overall the effect was to severely diminish the cat's supposed cool aesthetic. No wonder it had to reinforce its superiority in front of the woman. It was obviously aware of how ridiculous it looked when it spread the tea over its neck and chest.
There's a kimono over there waiting for you Henry. The cat's voice was sing song, enticing, encouraging. Henry found himself picking up the kimono and slipped into it, unsure as to exactly when he learned how to dress himself in oriental formal wear. Henry finalised his outfit, one sleeve hanging uselessly, and turned to face the cat again.
Now you must bow, Henry. Again, Henry found himself fulfilling the request without hesitation. His face touched the floor, it tasted salty.
Very good. Now you must bring me the gift I asked you for. A vague memory ponderously bumped about in Henry's mind for a moment, before evaporating in the face of the feline desire for satisfaction, satisfaction that he knew he could deliver. He turned his head to his left and found a small tea making facility. Initially he attempted to move his missing arm, the remaining shoulder stump wiggled pathetically. It ached like a bitch. It had miraculously cauterised during the transition through the Squid's mouth but a large amount of pain still shot through him whenever he thought of it.
Silly boy Henry. Try again with your other arm. The one you still have. Henry acknowledged the advice and reached for the small tea pot, decorated with strange characters painted in a rich blue ink. He decanted the brown liquid into a shallow dish.
'Do you take sugar?'
Yes. One please Henry. Henry scooped some out of the decorative sugar pot and sprinkled it into the dish. He then picked up a spoon and, using the back of it, proceeded to aid the dissolution of the sugar into the tea. Afterwards he carefully lifted the cup onto a tray placed beside it, and balanced it on his forearm, trying to wedge it between his elbow and wrist. A none too easy task with only that same arm to perform it. Schluck schluck schluck. Slowly, Henry slid across the floor on his knees and elbow, making sure not to spill the tea from the dish. In front of the cat he lowered his forehead to the ground once again. The cat extended a paw lazily, testing the tea.
Very good. Now go. Henry kept his forehead to the floor as he awkwardly scooted backwards. Schluck Schluck Schluck.
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The earliest memory Miss Teek had was of being dipped into a barrel of hot brown liquid by a hand gripping the scruff of her neck. It scolded her paws and soaked her fur. She kicked and writhed and banshee wailed in an effort to escape the dark oppressing fluid. Her claws were out and found flesh to puncture and tear at. Slicked and running on adrenaline, she managed to escape the grasp of the man and dashed to safety. From the corner she turned to see the man laughing like a drunk, bawling and slapping his thighs. Suddenly he stopped. His face looked menacing and he reached to his groin. He pulled his trousers down and began roughly handling some disgusting looking tube of flesh hanging from his body. His face tensed and his tongue came out, curling around his upper lip as if in concentration. Suddenly he erupted with a roar, and the tube spat hot white pearls across the floor. The man's face relaxed and he looked dazed. Elated even. Miss Teek used the opportunity to run. She didn't know where she was going, only where she was running from.
Sniffing it, it smelled like the sea. Not unpleasant, but salty and sharp. It's skin was purple and covered by soft, silky pimples. Miss Teek instinctively knew it was not harmful, but possessed some untold power. Pawing it, she turned it over and found a small opening that looked like the entrance to a woman, but one crafted from material more delightful than a typical vagina. It looked enticing. Miss Teek found herself nuzzling into the mouth of this purple sack, it seemed to yawn slightly and she slid her face inside.
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Once outside the chamber Henry was spat back into the real world, landing in a heap in an alley somewhere. Once he recovered his senses he took in his surroundings properly. A mangy dog was eyeing him from behind a bin. He looked behind him and saw the Squid, slightly shrivelled, and his recently liberated arm. He rolled onto his back and began to laugh. His stump ached like crazy again.
The dog edged forward cautiously at first but then gained confidence and began nosing the discarded Squid. The mouth opened slightly and the dog, as if sensing some pheromones got an erection and slid its cock inside. Thirty seconds later and the dog wailed, orgasmed and inverted through its penis into the Squid.
When it emerged again, sanguine fluid hung from its jowls. There were
several small scratches around its eyes and on its nose.
'Henry.' Henry stopped laughing and looked at the dog. 'You should never have trusted that cat. Now, get on all threes.' Henry nodded sullenly and got to his knees and elbow. The dog waltzed up behind him, mounted and plugged away, finally orgasming and inverting into Henry's insides.
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The Squid clung to his hips with its eight arms and wrapped its tentacles around his thighs like climbing ivy. It was gorging on his man pipe, suckling him deep into its bowels, so deep that it felt like it warped through space-time into some pleasure dimension outside normal reality. As the squid scoffed on his wong he felt all gooey and sexually clamorific. Its beak, a soft gelatinous substance, was not like a normal squid beak, instead it was like a vagina made of the same material heaven must be made out of, pressing into his abdomen and balls, teasing his organs and sending shock waves of pleasure through him. He orgasmed so hard he went through his dick and deep into those extra-real dimensions within the Squid. There was a sound like a Schluck as he slid through its velvet-heaven mouth, all but his arm, which was popped off as the hole pinched tight like a sphincter.
Inside the Squid, a portly yet cute Asian woman, dressed in ceremonial kimono, was serving tea to a Siamese cat. The cat was sat on a beautifully crafted deep blue cushion that perfectly complimented its dazzling blue eyes set against its dark tanned marten face that was dignified and betrayed a sense of superiority to this sizeable woman. She was knelt before it, offering a tiny dish with milky tea in it. Her head bowed so low her forehead touched the floor. The cat pawed at the dish, as if testing it for some unknown quality. It seemed satisfied and the woman crawled away backwards, never taking her forehead off the floor. There was an odd schluck noise from her palms every time they pulled from the floor. She shuffled backwards all the way out of the strange chamber they were in, which seemed to pulse and contort, protrusions occasionally spurting forth from the organic purplish walls. Once the woman was gone, the cat stood and stretched before lapping some of the tea from the dish. After a few laps the cat licked itself over, spreading the tea across its fur, it spent an inordinate amount of time on its genital region, but seemed to gain no sexual pleasure in doing so. It checked once more to be sure the woman was not within sight, and then spasmodically attempted to lick the front of its neck. It's course tongue shooting out as it pulled its head back and tucked its chin in. Overall the effect was to severely diminish the cat's supposed cool aesthetic. No wonder it had to reinforce its superiority in front of the woman. It was obviously aware of how ridiculous it looked when it spread the tea over its neck and chest.
There's a kimono over there waiting for you Henry. The cat's voice was sing song, enticing, encouraging. Henry found himself picking up the kimono and slipped into it, unsure as to exactly when he learned how to dress himself in oriental formal wear. Henry finalised his outfit, one sleeve hanging uselessly, and turned to face the cat again.
Now you must bow, Henry. Again, Henry found himself fulfilling the request without hesitation. His face touched the floor, it tasted salty.
Very good. Now you must bring me the gift I asked you for. A vague memory ponderously bumped about in Henry's mind for a moment, before evaporating in the face of the feline desire for satisfaction, satisfaction that he knew he could deliver. He turned his head to his left and found a small tea making facility. Initially he attempted to move his missing arm, the remaining shoulder stump wiggled pathetically. It ached like a bitch. It had miraculously cauterised during the transition through the Squid's mouth but a large amount of pain still shot through him whenever he thought of it.
Silly boy Henry. Try again with your other arm. The one you still have. Henry acknowledged the advice and reached for the small tea pot, decorated with strange characters painted in a rich blue ink. He decanted the brown liquid into a shallow dish.
'Do you take sugar?'
Yes. One please Henry. Henry scooped some out of the decorative sugar pot and sprinkled it into the dish. He then picked up a spoon and, using the back of it, proceeded to aid the dissolution of the sugar into the tea. Afterwards he carefully lifted the cup onto a tray placed beside it, and balanced it on his forearm, trying to wedge it between his elbow and wrist. A none too easy task with only that same arm to perform it. Schluck schluck schluck. Slowly, Henry slid across the floor on his knees and elbow, making sure not to spill the tea from the dish. In front of the cat he lowered his forehead to the ground once again. The cat extended a paw lazily, testing the tea.
Very good. Now go. Henry kept his forehead to the floor as he awkwardly scooted backwards. Schluck Schluck Schluck.
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The earliest memory Miss Teek had was of being dipped into a barrel of hot brown liquid by a hand gripping the scruff of her neck. It scolded her paws and soaked her fur. She kicked and writhed and banshee wailed in an effort to escape the dark oppressing fluid. Her claws were out and found flesh to puncture and tear at. Slicked and running on adrenaline, she managed to escape the grasp of the man and dashed to safety. From the corner she turned to see the man laughing like a drunk, bawling and slapping his thighs. Suddenly he stopped. His face looked menacing and he reached to his groin. He pulled his trousers down and began roughly handling some disgusting looking tube of flesh hanging from his body. His face tensed and his tongue came out, curling around his upper lip as if in concentration. Suddenly he erupted with a roar, and the tube spat hot white pearls across the floor. The man's face relaxed and he looked dazed. Elated even. Miss Teek used the opportunity to run. She didn't know where she was going, only where she was running from.
Sniffing it, it smelled like the sea. Not unpleasant, but salty and sharp. It's skin was purple and covered by soft, silky pimples. Miss Teek instinctively knew it was not harmful, but possessed some untold power. Pawing it, she turned it over and found a small opening that looked like the entrance to a woman, but one crafted from material more delightful than a typical vagina. It looked enticing. Miss Teek found herself nuzzling into the mouth of this purple sack, it seemed to yawn slightly and she slid her face inside.
three
Once outside the chamber Henry was spat back into the real world, landing in a heap in an alley somewhere. Once he recovered his senses he took in his surroundings properly. A mangy dog was eyeing him from behind a bin. He looked behind him and saw the Squid, slightly shrivelled, and his recently liberated arm. He rolled onto his back and began to laugh. His stump ached like crazy again.
The dog edged forward cautiously at first but then gained confidence and began nosing the discarded Squid. The mouth opened slightly and the dog, as if sensing some pheromones got an erection and slid its cock inside. Thirty seconds later and the dog wailed, orgasmed and inverted through its penis into the Squid.
When it emerged again, sanguine fluid hung from its jowls. There were
several small scratches around its eyes and on its nose.
'Henry.' Henry stopped laughing and looked at the dog. 'You should never have trusted that cat. Now, get on all threes.' Henry nodded sullenly and got to his knees and elbow. The dog waltzed up behind him, mounted and plugged away, finally orgasming and inverting into Henry's insides.
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