title: Liminal Desires aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [AnthonyTheTiger] id: [46499454] date: 星期五, 八月 26日 2022, 10:48:43 上午 modified: 星期一, 八月 29日 2022, 2:53:02 下午

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Liminal Desires

Author: AnthonyTheTiger Source: Liminal Desires

The drake's eyes flutter slowly open that drifting horizon of vision into an unfamiliar nightmare. Those grassy green eyes see a field of cold and wet tiles with some unknown light source shining down on him and the floor. Or at least what seems like the floor as he stands up, rubbing his eyes, Vel's eyes widen to the sight of an oriental dinner table alongside what looks like someone's entire living room stuck firmly to the ceiling. The room is rigidly rectangular, not a single angle that looks like it leads into a hallway. Across from him was a large pool. The water seems fake and plastic. Out of curiosity, he touches it; its glass, firm and solid like ice but fragile as it cracks under a single tap from his claw, and the entire 'pool of water' collapses into a pit of blackness. Dreaming, he had to be dreaming that hopeful thought rushing through his mind. He quickly pinches himself, discovering he is awake in this confusing place, much to his displeasure. That realization sinks into his stomach as his face turns from confusion to distress as he adjusts his glasses. Vel notices after not a single layer of clothes beyond his glasses are on his body, clutching to the expanse of scales on his short pink figure as he looks around for an exit.

To his distraught behind him is a singular small door that he couldn't possibly squeeze into; however, it feels like the door is calling to him like a whisper is calmly calling for his entrance. Velv is rubbing his arm, his uncertain nature afraid to move closer, but it is his only possible way out with that massive hole in the floor where that fake water used to be staring at the void, and the door becomes his only survivable shot out of here. He moves closer to it, yet more nonsense fills the drake's eyes. It gets larger as he approaches it and smaller as he moves away. That door is reaching his five-foot-tall stature as he opens it and more darkness, a pitch-black void of nothingness eagerly mocking his eyes. He hesitantly marches forward, Vel's heavy feet treading with care only to fall for how long, to where it is hard to tell until he lands firmly on a carpet, the stench of mildew fuming into his nose as his glasses partially break on the impact.

That harsh scent is putrid. It makes Vel jolt upwards to see walls littered with some grotesque fungus, the thin hallway littered with lockers with their doors missing underneath him windows that show solid brick that lays underneath the carpet. But, much to his dismay, as the drake hoists himself up, he looks upward to see no hole from which he fell as he gulps with the seemingly endless length of the hallway taunting him, daring him to move forward in this senseless nightmare. Vel takes a deep breath and moves his feet forward, wandering through the hallway. It felt like he is in school again, suffocating atmosphere a little harsher as he holds his breath. That air of embarrassment is akin to a dream where one is walking through the halls naked, a firm blush resting on his face until there is a fork in the hallway.

His mind feels hazy from the scent until he hears a sound unmistakable, the sound of claws clattering across tiles. When he realizes that the floor has changed to tiles, it looks more like a laboratory on the white walls. It is cleaner. The air is as well; however, there is an angle like the entire building is on a slight rise to the right, the ground, the walls, the fluorescent lightbulbs harshly screaming through these bars that cover them. His head is spinning in the sheer confusion of the architecture, mental whiplash, and now a dull hum echoing through his ears.

Yet again, his weary feet clatter hopelessly to attempt to go straight across. As he reaches the path forward, Vel realizes that he doesn't slip to the right in the slightest, as if gravity is abandoning him in this hell. His body stood still as he felt someone's breath right against the nape of his neck, his body jolting backward until he fell back toward the right path grunting as his spine painfully collided with the wall but not enough to break anything miraculously. Vel's breathing is heavy as he panics and looks around violently for who or what is following him, only to see nothing in the fluorescent lights, his body shaking violently.

He looks to his right with his shaky breath, looking at that hallway that kept going with a bright yellow light at the end. The drake wanders toward it, constantly hearing what sounds like some beast crawling through every crevice teasing his mind with the appearance of something eager to do something nasty to him. His mind is starting to imagine what kind of thing would lurk in the heart of all this madness. Those steps drag behind him as the sounds continue to torment his mind. Aimlessly seeking out an exit of some sort, he reaches the blinding yellow light into the snow, large clumps of snow, the cold, wet feeling against his feet as Vel shivers from the lack of clothing. His scales make it no easier in terms of heat as he treads further up a mountain littered with desks of varying sizes and shapes. Some desks have plates, entire dinner sets that are either empty or have some fungus growing on them, pulsating like writhing lumps of flesh. Veins pulse over the desks that have fungus on them as he shudders at the sheer thought of what the taste would be like in his maw. Even the pangs of hunger not making whatever those lumps weren't looking remotely appetizing as he continues to climb up the mountain, his breath growing heavy, hoping the deep cold will keep away whatever creature is stalking him.

He reaches the top, nearly out of breath, before Vel stumbles and rolls off to the other half. He has yet to tread as his body falls. The drake wonders if this will mark his end. The harsh cold, the vast speed, bump after rocky bump, yet he reaches the end to see a large wall. This blue wall has crudely painted on clouds that look like a child did it, harsh bumps, squiggly lines, amateurish, coarse a door yet again at its center as he blinks for a moment. Vel's glasses are broken beyond repair as he tossed them aside, now partially blind alongside everything else. He hears what sounds like something darting after him. He hurriedly opens and enters the door, shutting it behind him.

A sudden rush of warmth as he pants and grunts the drake catching his breath clutching to his chest as he is suddenly inside a mall. The halls have rows of stores with boarded-up windows and doors. Some are ridiculously small that no person could enter inside them. Others had doors of different geometric shapes, triangles, octagons, pentagons. It felt nearly cartoonish. As Vel continues to walk, he stumbles across a store labeled LEAVE in bold black lettering, the door wide open. The walls are of a wire mesh tightly clutching together, nothing visible from the outside except sheer blackness. The drake hears it, panting it is heavy and rumbling some deep bellowing sound aching out from the darkness. Emerging from the blackness is the foot of some beast. Quick to scramble, Vel runs to the rightmost side of the massive store, going down another series of hallways as he doesn't stick around to find out what the hell is chasing him so feverishly.

He runs straight into the thick layers of black mold, his body sinking into this sticky black substance. He didn't firmly watch where he was heading until the drake fell through this wall and kept falling, it felt like forever, with no sight of the ground, yet Vel felt still as if he was floating through the vicious substance. Every wet pulse felt sickening to his stomach, wondering what hellish landscape he would be in next. It felt as if time itself stood still length felt like a hopeful statement in this oppressive world, this sickening stillness as if left behind by reality.

Landing firmly on soft grass feels like a blessing as a nostalgic scent rushes through Vel's senses as his eyes open to a vast grassy hill. A singular red house glares vibrantly with a vicious color in the far distance. Yet, it felt like something that might provide comfort for the weary drake.

Treading through the grass as Vel pants, his body wanders forward as that house appears to go from flat to three-dimensional at this point. The whiplash of such a change is starting to grow on his hazy mind, still firmly convincing himself he will wake up at any given moment. The grass changes into a firm soggy wet liquid as the house seems to be bleeding red all around the area toward the entrance. The house moves up and down as if the entire building is breathing steady that sticky liquid clutches to his legs, a wet splashing sound as he continues forward to the door. Opening it the walls, the floor, every inch inside is that harsh red as he enters with much hesitation practically crawling inside looking around.

"Hello!? Anyone here?" The drake hopelessly had a shake in his voice, thinking maybe someone would be living in such a horrible place. Perhaps someone who has an affinity for gaudy color schemes. Deafening silence booming through the closing walls, the rooms getting closer together as he walks through the building, finding nothing but featureless rooms proudly displaying that harsh red.

Eyes never seem to leave the poor drake. Vel gets the sense someone or something is watching him, idly waiting for him to slip up, holding on for the moment he finally succumbs to the ceaseless assault to everything that makes sense. Vel walks up a stairway that leads to nowhere, pushing against the ceiling, almost testing to see how broken the world's logic is. He falls through it, proving that nothing makes any sense in the chaos of eldrich locations twisting geometry, walls that are doors. Vel falls endlessly as his mind tries to rack up a logical explanation for the incoherent blurry mess he is subjected to as he lands firmly in the same grassy area away from that red house. He needs to explore that house more, something in his body crying out it may be some hope for escape. Or perhaps it is the only least confusing location he has been to yet, creating a purpose in what no longer has a purpose.

He has to rest his heavy body. The attrition of lack of food is making him weak, his movements becoming far more sluggish through the grassy field, the pale sky looking flat and like cardboard. As he attempts to reach that red house once more, he winds up in an office building with no explanation or warning; his entire reality swaps to a long hallway leading to rows of empty cubicles, no chairs, and lines of desks firmly cramping against each other.

For the first time in his tiresome journey, he slumps against the wall and cries out in sheer panic, unable to comprehend what is happening anymore. Then, within a blink of an eye, he is in an entirely different location without doing anything.

"Is that the best you've got, meat? Are you giving up that easily? Escape is right in your grasp, you have to keep looking, or this place will consume you! It wants you down and out. Surely this hell shouldn't be your tomb, or are you one to want to give in to fate so easily!?" An ephemeral rumbling voice of a stranger howling through the office building halls, an encouraging voice raising the trembling drake from his hopeless figure. Standing on his two feet once more, he looks around, trying to see who or what is talking to him. Has he finally gone mad? Vel gearing voices without an explanation as to how or where? "That's a good meat; keep going till I say you can stop!"

Inspiration or sheer horror, the drake wander through the long winding isles with dead ends and stacking of desks. It felt like the walls grew taller as he ventured deeper into the depths of the office building featureless rooms, empty blank white walls that scent of rot only extending in its potent aroma. "Hey, who are you? What are you?" Calling out to nothing, wondering if that is his insanity of hearing a voice or if someone else is here with the drake. Laughter like a cackling hyena spews through the hallways as he continues to walk before halting in his tracks, his path becoming an enormous red wall with a ladder leading up to a solid black square in the shape of a vent. Gulping with all his gusto, Vel climbs up the ladder, and it gets longer as he climbs up it, the vent getting farther as he ascends. Finally, he reaches out to it, and he grabs it, a solid chunk of the wall like a paperweight bringing it closer to his face. It is suddenly heavier than an anvil and shoves him through the void.

He is spiraling through the blackness of space, cackling to himself that poor sanity of his starting to crack under the weight of the senseless world that keeps pushing the drake to the limit. Vel eventually lands on cold tile floors, the black and white tiles looking like a gigantic simplistic chessboard, a long stretching hallway leading to a spiral staircase digging into the depths of the earth itself. The walls shrink and grow with a sickening green color, more featureless indistinct garbage. It is starting to make Vel sick to his stomach with nowhere to hide, nowhere to rest.

"Is this some game to you!? Do you find this funny!? WHO ARE YOU!?" Screaming as his voice bounces off the hollow apathetic walls as the drake pounds his hands against the cold ground. The drake spends it in sheer distress, sobbing violently in the moment of respite. Wiping away his tears, Vel brings himself back to his feet, panting heavily. Escape has to be around the bend, the only thought holding a broken man together.

Descending those stairs, each cautious step before he reaches what seems like some maintenance basement. The walls were a deep purple, lining up empty rooms, some having sparse chairs in random directions, one-room catching his eye. Chairs in a perfect circle face each other, a lump of black pulsating fungus in the center. He could hear breathing despite being behind the door, whispers calling for Vel to consume it. His stomach crying out for something to eat, he hesitantly enters the room, his belly whimpering in deep sorrow. Vel's mind starts to succumb to those hunger pangs, his hesitation dragging through the carpet that fuzzy feeling against the drake's feet like soft fur trying to burrow into his skin.

Ignoring the bizarre sensations he felt grabbing that grotesque mushy, thick, black muck he chews into it, and regret immediately sets in like a thunderous awakening. The sour flavor hits his tongue, and it is the worst thing the drake has ever eaten, yet it simultaneously has no taste. It was aging yet timeless, grotesque, wrong; it felt so woefully sinful to bite into it. Hastily shoveling it into his maw, desperately eating away at the material until nothing remains his belly, not even having a dent despite eating an entire lump of whatever the substance is, his mind sent into a sheer frenzy.

Vel starts kicking the chairs, bashing them into the ground with a wave of anger collectively building up from sheer madness. Screaming out to nothing, breaking down some of the walls huffing, panting, sobbing, until a jolt of life returns to those eyes. A fire within the drake, a flame is reigniting from a single action, warm breath beating down on his neck, a specter of the hunter that idly waits for his meat to give up entirely. He couldn't let go of his poor mind yet. The drake has to live to see an exit. Vel is bolting out of the room, and his heavy feet become as light as a feather scattering his movements with sloppy disgrace. "Not yet, I won't give in to you yet!" Madly laughing to himself as those hallways bleed into one another, open vast area after area a sea of door frames with no doors, arches, rooms that are upside down, twisting, contorting into a blurry slew of the trash forgotten by the world.

Vel winds up in a vast open room with a singular door laughing at the sheer absurdity that this place is demanding that he venture deeper into the palpitations of this beating yet ever still heart. The drake opens the door and heads forward, unbelievable heat blasting that face as he whimpers. It felt like a rainforest, humid, muggy, rotten to the core. Vel looks around, seeing a see of flat trees, like cardboard cutouts, as they face him as if judging his feeble existence in their cheap mockery.

The hazy sea of trees gets taller and thinner as Vel goes into the heart of the brick road. The bumpy texture felt odd against his feet as his claws clatter against them. The heat seemingly making his mind blank out to the peril he is still very much in as a pair of feet are following slowly behind him, something that is always in the corner of his eye the drake now presuming his mind is playing tricks on him as he hears those footsteps get louder. Closer until a hand grabs his shoulder, he doesn't bother to turn around and play into the sickening game of the creature stalking the drake. "I am right behind you; it's okay; I know it's hard, I struggled to adapt. Life isn't fair. You wind up in hell dropping from heaven, or perhaps this madness is paradise. There's not a soul for miles; only your thoughts in the depths of this place. Finally, free to think about your place in life." Vel can't ignore this nonsense anymore and turns around to see no one, to see nothing, and laughs once more. "You freak! What kind of fool sees this as paradise!? Is starving to death an ideal of yours!?" He keeps turning his head to see who or what is following him, only to see a now mostly empty room, white walls, and a large black gap in the walls.

Vel dashing through that black abyss to wind up inside a sizeable vast sea of water, the drake doesn't suffocate under the pressure of the depths nor get crushed under the weight of the sudden sea surrounding him. A beaming glimmer of light glancing down on the bottom of the sea illuminates every step he takes through the water, his feet kicking through the sand. The scent of marine life flooded his nose and made the drake's mouth water for something edible, something to chew on and survive instead of whatever he recently ate. The cool sensation on his scales felt nice. It is almost soothing until the paranoia sets in of what sort of creatures lurk in the vast depths.

Hastily turning his head after every step he makes, not even questioning being able to walk through water as it passes through his body like large wet blades of grass. A deep echoing bellow rings through his ear as his body halts dead in its tracks as his eyes dart around in the vast empty darkness, only little slips of light slipping in to guide his way. He sees a broken record of a sightless visage of water. There is nothing but him and his racing thoughts of fear as he stands there like a statue.

The bellowing continues and suddenly ceases, his breathing growing heavy as the drake's head swivels violently. "BOO!" Vel stumbles face-first into the coarse sand as the sudden voice makes him jump in sheer terror. The drakes body violently struggles back up as he hurriedly runs forward into the darkness, not bothering to look as to see if his mind is playing tricks on him. The drake stumbles into a massive building, it seems like some center, for what exactly is unclear as the familiar sight of featureless walls and winding hallways fills his eyes.

Vel huffs and pants, catching his breath as he clutches onto his trembling knees, his whole body wanting to buckle under the sheer stress of the never-ending torment of rooms and places he could only describe as surreal sludge. Everything felt like it is bleeding into itself as he stands there in a total daze for a moment. Then, the call of the void became so much louder than before, the whispering voices like a clamoring siren's song silent yet booming, and then he heard it. The drake hears a song, actual music playing through the vast depths of the towering walls empty kiosks as he wanders toward the serene sound of music.

Vel is happy to hear something other than a voice inside the dark depths of his feeble brain, the vibrations rumbling through his core. The drake's body starts to stabilize through hope that perhaps he has fallen asleep at a play and will see his body peacefully resting in a seat and shake himself awake from his endless nightmare. His mind was like a revolving door, hopeful thoughts coming back to occupy a hopeless man wandering for long stretches of more featureless white walls. Vel soon reaches a long staircase that could seemingly go to heaven and beyond a hole in the ceiling as light beams down on the steps. The drake's weary mind has him treading up the steps as they get longer with every step. Finally, weakness overcomes the drake, and he falls backward only to float upwards like a feather through the hole that leads to the upper floor. Vel blinking yet unphased by gravity betraying Vel once more as he reaches the top of the stairs, huffing and groaning as if he ascended thousands of steps in seconds, lying down on the wet, sticky floor. He is ready to close his eyes and let whatever creature has been hunting take his remaining strength to let that hope for escape slip into the abyss. The abstract hell felt endless. He knew that there was likely no end to the labyrinthian architecture and environments long before this point. The drake felt deep in his soul to keep clinging to the faintest idea. However, exhaustion finally begins settling into his body. His limbs feel like led, unmovable and bolting to the ground, unable to move an inch even if some spark came back to him. The soft sound of music booming louder than before as it soothes his weary soul. The sound felt so familiar yet strange as it echos and eventually stopped.

Deafening silence spewing through the featureless area, hopelessness sinking into the drake's soul as he lays in sorrow's welcoming embrace. The drake letting the hope in his eyes finally fade, he couldn't find the will, the reason to continue in this tormenting maze perhaps that's why it felt so wrong. Like there is some faint light still in his heart screaming to survive to see another day that the light is at the end of the treacherous tunnel. The drake having it in his mind fleeting as it may be, there's some chance, there has to be, there can't possibly be, it's impossible. Vel felt stuck in a loop that there's nothing left here but more insanity, more pain.

Ringing through his ears is the sound of feet walking calmly toward him, gradual, rhythmic, like a pulse, each heavy thump rumbling through and bouncing off the silent walls. Vel wonders if it is better to await whatever creature is wandering toward him. Let the world engulf his weary mind and let himself rest in whatever oblivion awaits the drake.

"So, you've finally given up, meat?" The giant wolf stands proudly before the drake's shaking eyes, looking at that beast of a man who completely towers over his shape tenfold. His bright pinkish-orange fur with a flowing blue mane hair long and fabulous, poofy and massive tail, the wolf looks down at Vel with a smirk. "How pathetic, you finally see your stalker, and you have nothing nice to say about me? How rude, or perhaps you think I am one of your many mental breakdowns, reality finally crumbling before you."

The drake whimpers as that bellowing voice taunts and teases his heavy heart, unsure what words he can muster. "What do you want?" Clenching his fists as Vel's heavy body notices that fat sheath, realizing that the wolf is also naked, his fixation on that plump set of orbs makes his mind start to snap out of that survival instinct to get up and run. "By your eyes alone, perhaps you can rack together with a general gist. You had a good run, lasted longer than some of the others. I say longer, but what is time to a place like this?" His claws clack against the ground his toes move as if waiting for the drake to have some rebuttal. A stunning silence, nothing to be said, nothing to be gained from meager words, the drake not even intentionally looking at his predator, eyes fixating on the purple bubbling ceiling seeing liquid occasionally drip from it.

"The name is Ario, though not sure if you are not catatonic enough at this point to care." More rippling silence from Vel as the predator awkwardly introduces himself as if the intent isn't glowingly obvious from the growl in the wolf's hungry voice. "Why are you trying to converse with your meat? Just eat me already, get it over with, end this hell." It is cold, empty, and vicious as the environment; that weak voice is howling out like a declawed cat, hopelessly powerless among the collective apathy of the featureless room.

The wolf lets out a deep rumbling sigh of disappointment, hoping that some spark of life would remain in his victim, enough to sap it away. "Such a shame." His bulbous cock pops free of that sheath after mulling over what the wolf wants to do with such an easy meal. Ario grabs the drake by his feet and shoves them into the yawning slit of his member. "Since you are so quick to give up, I might as well oblige." A jolt of life springs into Vel's eyes as he feels the pulsing flesh engulf his feet, his claws digging into the ground, almost offended by his fate. "W-wait! Wait, wait, wait, uhh, you could chase me some more, maybe uhh..." The wolf bursts of booming laughter, seeing the spunk come back into his meal. "Ah, there it is. Go ahead and squirm all you like, cutie."

Vel scraps violently against the ground as his legs vanish into the warmth of that cock as the wolf smirks, sighing as his hands rub against that hungry shaft as it slurps over that squirming meal. "Knew you had spunk left in you, meat." Vel groans at the terrible pun, almost instinctively finding some sass left in his weak body as his lower torso vanishes into the member. The heat and flesh rub against the drake's slowly hardening cock, and Vel firmly blushes as it cascades under his eyes. Ario's handsome face brings a macabre sense of comfort that his fate is in the hands of a stunning predator seeing the pants and moans escaping those luscious black lips.

The cock gulping those arms in like long noodles, the drake's tail is cramming against his back uncomfortably as his body sinks further. A soft coo escaped the lupine as the drake's head slipped inside that girthy cock. Vel's member bursts his hot seed against the clasping flesh as it tightens around his member, gasping and moaning as he whimpers with sheer embarrassment. The figure of the drake slipping inside those heavy and plump wolf orbs. Crumpling into circular confinement as that bubbling hot seed surrounds Vel.

"There we go, you are where you belong, at last. Welcome home, cutie." Ario massaged his hefty sac as that contracting warmth envelops his meal in the warm wet dusk, eclipsing that struggling shape as the seed churns away his meat. That soupy warmth washes over the drake's figure as the waves of seed splash on his meal. The wolf's fat cock grows from the sensation rubbing against the ring in his sheath, playing with the piercings on his firm chest as he sighs, sitting down and relaxing in the room's vastness. Ario is seemingly more accustomed to the madness as he idly watches around him while he kneads into those balls, letting the drake sluggishly soften up inside his heavy nuts.

That warm darkness becomes ironically the most secure place the drake has found himself inside. It is a certainty, freedom in the entrapping walls as they work on that figure. The bubbling cauldron simmered around his shape as it slowly got softer with each passing moment.

"A-Ario, I'm starting to go numb. W-we can talk about this, right!? I don't want to be cum; just let me out. We can keep going; there has to be more to this area, right? More areas to explore, and I can give you a good chase. I mean, it was fun following me, right? Maybe we can find an exit, and then you can strip that away from me! Wouldn't that be hot, on the cusp of freedom stripping that away?" That muttering monologue is like a broken record to that wolf that already decided the fate of the drake. Vel's squirms weaken into more of that bubbling sludge. Heat and musk are fuming into the drake's nostrils, that masculine odor becoming more alluring as he smelts into that warmth.

He can no longer feel his feet as his body is still processing into thick globs of wolf spunk, all of his energy beginning to leave him, even the adrenaline cooling down as his body begins accepting the cruel fate he is assigned. Ario massages his nuts, finding it somewhat amusing that the drake has some glimmer of hope running through his mind. The wolf long has realized that there probably is no escape to this hell, accepting that his only means of survival is to consume. Resigning to his sword in both a literal and figurative sense, he begins to ponder how long he will last after blowing this drake against the walls of this horrible place. The wolf is thinking if he wants to spend a timeless eternity consuming whoever is unfortunate enough to pass by his wide gaze.

Meanwhile, Vel's cock becomes numb, and his lower torso. Vel is somehow still alive despite missing a good half of his body. The drake feels the sticky, wet, and goopy sensations rumbling through the synapses of Vel's mind while he wonders if this nightmare will end when he finally melts away into the wolf's potent seed. Perhaps he is genuinely going mad, and none of this numbness is happening, he thinks to himself as his chest starts to vanish into the vast sea of semen. In a way, it felt like sinking into a warm bath that is more like a spa except losing the features of his body.

"Mmr, can you hurry up? This place gives me the creeps, and I don't want to hang around here much longer." Tapping his foot restlessly against the coarse surface of the ground as Ario grumbles that his prey is as resilient as possible, just as he was trying to escape the wolf's grasp fruitlessly, all for naught in the taut heft of the balls.

The oozing seed splashes around as Ario moves around his softening sack, trying to break down the drake faster escape from this place as his comfort as that sense of security is starting to break. Ario couldn't help but feel the sickening sensation that someone or something was keeping a close eye on his studly body, something more frightening than the wolf. Whatever the creature was, it is idly waiting for him to make a mistake. The beast is perhaps toying with the wolf just as he did his victim, something starting to hit his mind. Why did the drake have such a look of horror when looking at the wolf? He hadn't been following the drake for quite a while. It began to bother him what Vel could have possibly seen and heard out in the vastness to be so jumpy.

The wolf felt it too for a while, the sense of being watched, followed, sounds, sights, and sensations so profoundly wrong. His mind prattling off all the possibilities of a predator beyond comprehension beyond apex, a construction of conceptual gluttony that couldn't be beaten, couldn't be seen, the walls around the wolf were starting to move. Panic hits his mind hurrying down those steps panting as his relaxing demeanor leaves the drake to a bouncy ride in the wolf's heavy nuts. It doesn't take much longer until Ario is in a vast room that takes the shape of a massive sphere; in the center is a vast pit with ladders aligning each possible entrance to the hole. The vast darkness of the pit calls out to the wolf while his meal is still churning away in the pit of his nuts. Hesitantly Ario heads down the long and winding ladder, delving further into the depths of this hell, thinking it is a wise move to go deeper when he already knows he will see more madness.

A classroom on the chalkboard are the words harshly etched in scratchy chalk, STAY HERE, DON'T MOVE. The lack of chairs, a singular podium too small for anyone to comfortably stand behind, blank red walls, a peculiar door with no window, a lonesome lightbulb is hanging by a string illuminating the room. He sighs, deciding this is the best place to release his meal, feeling the squirming long since gone, not a single bud left of that spark to survive. The drake has become nothing more than nut heft, cock padding, and a fresh batch of wolf spunk eager to come out. That cock hardening once more at the thought of releasing his meal. His hands pump against his throbbing shaft feeling pre-cum start to leak from his slit, that sensation of being watched making it all the more alluring to give his unknown audience one last show. That orgasm rose with each gentle stroke across his throbbing member.

Each violent pulse makes him get closer to the edge of that powerful orgasm as Ario huffs with pleasure, his hot breath escaping his maw. Then, whining with delight as his cum is practically begging to blow, his spunk comes spurting out of his thick cock. Each thick rope spewing against the podium splatters against the walls as he lets out a mighty moan of pleasure. Finally, those thick ropes of seed fly freely across the ground. All of the excitement came to a horrifying close. His seed spits at that bulb and knocks it out of the socket. The bulb crashes against the ground leaving the wolf in the dark as he hears a loud bellowing coming from outside of the classroom, a heavy vibration getting ever louder THUMP THUMP THUMP beating out like a drum as the wolf is left stunned in the silence of the darkness.