title: Forgotten Agreements aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [InconspicuousRaptor21] id: [45923118] date: 星期四, 二月 23日 2023, 2:14:54 下午 modified: 星期四, 二月 23日 2023, 2:18:17 下午

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Forgotten Agreements

Author: InconspicuousRaptor21 Source: An Inconspicuous Raptor - Forgotten Agreements

Commission for AcidNite A Forgotten Agreement

Contains: Cock Vore, Copious amounts of cum found under such furry circumstances, willing prey and pred, long-term stay (and I'm talking long like potentially years!), Potentially Perma Endo (but it's not explicitly stated), Micro Prey with Shrinking, Not very accurate depictions of male anatomy, ludicrous amounts of gay sex.

“You want me to put you where?” The raptor questions, taken aback by the now very tiny and naked shark’s request. Magic potions aside, Nite’s proposal is anything but what Talon expected. That’s not to say it’s a bad idea, but it only took Talon by surprise. The longer he ends up thinking about it, the more it starts to sound like a good idea.

“Yep! I want you to stick me down your cock and let me stew in your balls!” Nite replied, looking more than excited as he sat below the now terrifyingly large raptor. Colored black with a white belly. A red scar runs diagonally across his chest from his left shoulder down to his right pec. His tail thrashes beside him diligently, displaying his exhilaration with each flick. He wiggles on the ground, already giddy with excitement with what he’s proposing. It’s a risky shot to take, but he’s certain Talon will bite.

It was a sudden request, and from a friend nonetheless. Casual work mutuals, Talon works at an industrial, dragon-sized dildo factory, and Nite’s one of the delivery drivers that brings the copious amounts of silicone required for said dildos. They see each other pretty frequently, usually whenever Talon’s in charge of signing off on his company's package pickups. He and Nite hit it off pretty much instantly. First, it was pretty casual, then came the lewd remarks with open flirtation and some bubbly flustering. A few months later, and after both parties are more than comfortable with talking kinky with one another, we’re brought here. Talon said the backroom is typically unoccupied and a good place to go about some at-work shenanigans without getting caught. However, when they both entered and locked the door behind them, Nite pulled a phial of some kind of shrinking elixir and downed it right then and there.

“Well, alright! I’m down to try it,” Talon starts by taking off his uniform, which isn’t much for than an apron and hat. He’s a feral raptor, after all, so he doesn’t wear much in terms of clothes. Nite’s already stripped down as well, having thrown off and tossed away his clothes whilst chugging his potion. Now only a couple of inches tall and very naked, sitting beside the empty potion vial nearly twice his size beside him. Beside the empty phial, another potion Talon’s supposed to drink when he wants to let Nite out, “wanna just run over the details about that potion again?”

“Well first it shrinks me down long enough so I can slip down your shaft,” Nite muses, watching between Talon’s legs as the raptor’s red spire starts to form and press through his nearly hidden slit, “then once I’m inside…” the shark begins to blush, looking away and acting cute as he nervously describes what he wants, “I’ll grow just a little bit so I’m too big to be let out,”

“Right, and then I drink this potion,” Talon leans down and grabs the second phial still full of the mystery elixir, “and then you’ll shrink again and I can shoot you out?” It’s never a wise idea to drink potions if you don’t know what they do, especially considering this one’s powerful enough to shrink a fully grown shark down to the size of a chapstick tube. But Talon’s no ordinary raptor, he’s more than kinky enough to ignore possible side effects if it means getting to do something as kinky as this.

Nite nods, “yep, big guy! Maybe let me sit in there for a few days though, maybe keep me a bit longer if you want a swell,” the shark looks down again, tapping the tips of his fingers and blushing somewhat fiercely. It’s been a long time coming for him, and he can’t bring himself to wait any longer, he just has to do it!

“I’ll admit this is probably the last thing I expected you to ask me when we stepped into this closet, but I’m game!” bending over, Talon lets himself sit on the ground. His tail pushes in front of him as he leans against a supply shelf. Already swelling with emotions, especially where it counts. His cock pushing up between his legs, filling the damp, muggy closest with the stink of his musk. It pops up over his nubs, coming into full-frame and boasting a length and thickness that rivals Nite’s entire size nearly 20 fold! “I’ve only done this a few times, so try not to squirm too much, ok?”

Giddy with excitement, Nite begins the arduous and tedious journey of walking at his shrunken size. Reaching Talon quickly, now face with the task of mantling up over the raptor’s tail. He huffs, grunts, using the spaces between Talon’s scales as hand and footholds to slowly climb up. Once on top, he waddles on all fours till he can stand, facing Talon’s impressive shaft standing only a few meters before him. Taking a second to appreciate the musk, before he remembers he’s on a bit of a timer before his shrink potion starts the second phase of its effects. He’s gotta get balls deep before that happens, otherwise, he might not make the fit.

Hurrying up to the Raptor’s Shaft, he takes a second to lean in and get a lungful of that musk. So rich and thick with Talon’s pride, a musk he’ll soon be drowning in for who knows how long! Still, he’s got a bit of work to do, and so he gets right to it! Pressing himself against Talon’s cock, squeezing and licking it slowly before he starts to climb.

Feeling the micro lick his cock makes the Raptor’s toes curl up with excitement. Talon’s always like the feeling of tiny hands touching him down there, specifically micro hands. The way their tongues feel lapping at him softly and delicately is always enough to get him going. So he leans back, resting his head against the shelf with a soft moan he barely remembers to stifle. He’s still got to be somewhat quick in doing this, lest someone comes looking for him because he’s not currently working. It would be pretty hard to explain what’s going on if someone burst in right about now. So to hurry things up, Talon leans forward and offers his hand for Nite to climb onto.

Stepping onto Talon’s scaly palm, Nite is hoisted up slowly and carefully before he’s right at the tip of the shaft. Small spurts of pre splash up from the slight opening at the top, looking more like a fountain of semen at Nite’s smaller size. The scent is stronger up there as well, filling the air with the Raptor’s heavy musk. Excitedly, Nite steps forward, feeling his bare feet touch hot flesh as he holds onto one of Talon’s fingers for support. From there, it’s only a short drop till he’s practically at the opening.

Staring into the hole, he takes a deep breath and prepares to do what he’s been craving. Talon’s holding him still, giving the shark support so he doesn’t fall and hurt himself, but letting the micro go at his own pace. Still, he’s anxious for this as well, eager to feel Nite slip down his shaft and disappear from view. Doing it at work comes with added elation, the fear of being caught and the naughty thoughts he’s getting from going about work with a micro stashed away in his nut. Biting his lip, he leans his head back, feeling his shaft pulse with pleasure and his balls tensing up in anticipation.

Then Nite makes his move, Slipping forward and letting go of Talon’s finger. He falls to his hands and knees, balancing himself atop the tip of Talon’s shaft and staring right down his murky hole. It’s tightly clenched together, but the occasional spurt of pre opens it up far enough for some light to penetrate. He gulps, then lowers his head, bringing his snout closer and closer to the hole until he finally feels it touch. The shaft tenses on contact, but relaxes a few moments later, ready to take the shark.

Shoving his face down, he practically dives right into the hole. He’s narrow and fits in down to his shoulders in a matter of seconds. It’s dark, warm, and incredibly slick with semen. Exactly what Nite desires. Pushing himself forward, he manages to get his shoulders pressed together and his arms at his sides. It’s all it takes to get the cock to slurp him up to his chest. Deafened to the world, only the sounds of Talon’s cock pulsating around him and the gushes of semen rushing up over his head can be heard. The air inside is thick and muggy, bearing down on the shark and forcing a soft moan from his lips.

Outside, Talon watches as Nite disappears down his cock, first the shark's shoulders, then his chest and sinking deeper. Barely even bulging out of his tip, but that changes when the shark starts to reach his shaft. More than visible from the outside, and squirming quite vigorously as well. Slipping through the tight opening one little wiggle at a time. It does the trick, and soon Nite’s able to pull himself through without any help from Talon.

Inside, Nite’s sluffing through globs of semen, Dropping into the pulsating tunnel that hugs and clamps all over. Even at his shrunken size, it’s a tight fit. Talon can feel every little inch of movement the tiny shark possess. Even down to the minutest of squirms.

Sluffing forward, the squelching of wet flesh mashing against his head as Nite slips down the tunnel. It’s pitch black, but it’s not like he needs to see anyway. He’s on a one-way street to Talon’s nuts, it’d be impossible to get lost now. For the shark, at least.

His hips wedge into place, requiring him to kick a little in the air before he manages to get them through as well. Dripping from the shark’s crotch, Talon spots Nite’s penis, erect and ready to take the dive as well. Slowly, the thing disappears, entering the raptor’s throbbing tunnel with his hips as well. His tail flicks behind him, slipping through following his legs. His inner moans deafened through Talon’s encasing meat. Legs pulled down, forcing his feet together as they slip inside, leaving just the crescent moon-shaped end of his tail to squeeze down into the musky tube. From there, it’s nothing but a wet slurp before he’s entirely encased in Talon’s throbbing rod. Slick flesh squeezing him as he slides down, the raptor’s distant but frequent moans still somehow penetrating through the meat surrounding him. And the shark, shuddering with excitement as he’s squeezed down deeper into heaven.

Musk surrounds him like a thick fog, making his thoughts hazy as it becomes harder to focus on anything other than the smells. They’re everywhere, spicy on his tongue and nostrils and promising something much stronger the closer he gets to the source. Sliding diligently down Talon’s shaft, his bugle wiggling the entire way before eventually reaching the bottom before the raptor’s eyes. No outside force is needed to send him down either, the walls seem hungry to send him down on their own.

Feeling the micro drop below his knot, Talon tenses up with a wince. It’s not uncomfortable, far from it. He feels nothing but raw pleasure, the squirming micro hitting all the right spots deep in his loins and quickly bringing him close to orgasm, “can’t…” he manages, pent up and ready to blow, but not wanting to end things so quickly. At least not until Nite’s reached his balls. So he bites his lips, stifling his moans as his legs spread out and his tail thrashes. It’s all he can do to withstand the sensations he’s feeling.

Finally, Nite feels the tunnel start to shift. Tilting more horizontally and squeezing through a tight organ. Talon’s prostate. Easily overlooked but quite distinguishable if you know where to find it. Smiling deviously, Nite gets to wiggling some more, idly searching for the duct down into one of the raptor’s nuts in the process. The resulting spasms and moans from Talon outside give’s Nite all the confirmation he needs. Nothing but a toy to the raptor now, servicing him from the deepest and most intimate regions of his body.

A ring grips at his snout before him, squirting a glob of pre up from mysterious depths the shark has been looking for. The stuff tastes musky and strong with the raptor’s seed, staining where it’s touched Nite with the same unbreakable scent. A quick turn of his head is all Nite needs to get himself pointed in the right direction, slipping him through the hole and into the tunnel. From here, it’s a short, but insanely tight fit, one that makes the raptor howl with pleasure as he’s forced through.

A shove from the walls behind him gives him the push he needs. Shoving him through swiftly. The hole clenches a bit over his legs and tail but pops him through quickly after and seals back uptight. Slick walls webbed with pre and the stagnating gusts of trapped cum break over Nite’s face. He dips down, slipping through yet another hole until his head enters a cavernous organ. The smell of cum is strong in here, practically wrapping itself up and over the tiny shark in thick blankets and nearly suffocating him with its musky hold. Eyes blurring, vision starting to tunnel, Nite moans and relaxes, letting the walls tug him down and pull him right into the warm pit of cum.

As soon as he’s under, he feels the effects of his potion start to wear off. Growing slightly in size, just enough so that he won’t be able to slip back up and out Talon’s shaft when he cums. He fills the nut effectively, pushing ball batter aside in a wake as he grows. Just in time a well, the raptor’s barely been holding on this entire time. Feeling webs of slick seed squirt up between his limbs, slathering him in entire splashes of the warm and oddly soothing stuff. Nite’s in heaven, lolling back into the walls and rubbing up and down them. Licking diligently, tasting the raptor’s inner milk.

Plagued by the stuffy air, making the tiny shark dizzy with how powerful the smells all are. Pleasure, rolling around and pressing himself into the walls, letting the waves of fresh cum pouring in from the ceiling above him drown him in musk. His own arousal peaking through the murky depths of the cum bathing him all around, tempting an orgasm so quickly after arriving. Be cums soon after, moaning and shuddering against the slimy walls as they clench and squeeze over him, drenching the tiny shark in plentiful cum as his climax peaks. Talon’s heart is racing through the walls, the sounds of his cock throbbing and pulsating with the need for release too much for him to handle. Squeezed tight now, churned around as the balls mash him together, trying to cum around him and eventually succeeding. His world goes dark as the valve above him opens up. A gush of seed sprays through before him, but the hole isn’t nearly wide enough for Nite to fit through. He feels the shuddering force of Talon nutting all around, the ambient moans and the incredulous squelching of sperm rushing up his shaft.

Feeling the shark slip down his nut and grow had been all it took to finally set Talon off. Peeling his head away and trying his hardest to keep silent, Talon mutes his shriek by biting his lower lip but cums hard regardless. Ropes of seed spraying entire meters from his cock and threatening to paint the room a new color. They come back down just as quickly, splattering around him on his belly and chest. Sure enough, Nite doesn’t come up either, the micro shark is sitting heavy in his nut. An odd feeling, but incredibly pleasurable. It just sets him off even further, milking his climax to obscene levels even the raptor thought was impossible.

When he’s all done, Talon sighs. Panting hard like he’s just run a marathon and spent beyond belief at what just happened. Reaching down, he feels over where Nite currently resides, pressing in on the imperceptible bulge down beside his dick, “Holy…” he tenses up again, feeling the shark move and readjust inside of him. Loins throbbing once more at the delicate touch, but it’s more impulsive. Slowly, Talon feels his come down arrive, slurping his bloated cock back through the puffy lips of his slit. Cum smears where it touches, staining him with the scent of his sex. Reality of his situation finally hits him next, bringing the touch of uncertainty at his semi-public transgressions and the overwhelming exuberance it seems to provide.

He chuckles a little, before remembering he’s supposed to be working, and that he’s left the closet in a complete mess. Cum stains the shelves, the floor, even Nite’s now discarded work clothes crumpled up in the corner. Now, the raptor must remove the evidence of his crime.

Groaning, he gets up, feeling Nite slip down and shift around in his nut. Wincing slightly, clenching his teeth and swearing under his breath, this is going to be a bit harder than he previously thought. Especially with all the pleasurable movements happening inside his testicle. Still, he manages, finding a mop and sopping up the mess before discarding the dirty head in a bag filled with smelly rags. That should at least mask the smell. Next, he works on the shelves, giving them the same treatment before finally finding Nite’s clothes. A delivery uniform, white shirt with a companies logo, and green pants–now both splattered with his cum. Allowing a slight giggle, he bundles them up and looks for a place to stash them. No point in throwing them out, Nite will probably need these later. So he slides them up into the roof, removing a tile and hiding them for later. Finally wiping off all the cum on his scales, he gets most of the stuff and hides the scent under some industrial-grade cleaner. And just like that, it’s like it never even happened.

Feeling the raptor move outside around him, Nite slips and rolls around with every movement. So delirious from the lack of fresh air, quite literally sucking on the fumes that exist from inhaling musky seed. He’s dizzy, lazily sinking into the now empty testicle floor. Idle strands of cum manage to seep in through the walls around him, slowly refilling the raptor’s nut with a fresh batch of salty seed. Now all Nite can do is wait, feeling nothing but joy. This place truly is heaven for him.

Over the next few hours, Talon returns to his job. No one questions why he was gone for so long, in fact, it looked like they didn’t even notice. However, working with a micro stored in your balls proves to be difficult. Every little squirm, every time Nite jostles around in his tight, cummy compartment, Talon feels it all. It takes everything in his power not to moan out.

Letting out a huff, Talon bites his bottom lip, “not now!” he hisses under his breath, feeling his loins start to stir despite being in the middle of work. He’s quick to adjust his apron to cover up anything, acting as inconspicuous as he can possibly manage whilst in the comfort of several coworkers. Pinching his legs closed, clenching up and over Nite in the process and only making the shark squirm more. Eventually, Talon just excuses himself partway through his shift, heading into the bathroom and locking the door behind him. Luckily, there’s no one inside. There he waits for the feelings to go away, pacing up and down the tiled floor and trying his hardest not to think horny thoughts, but it doesn’t work.

“Damn it,” he’s not coming down, and neither is his dong. Soon, it’s fully protruded out from his slit, rock hard with his knot pressed through and slightly bloated. Already feeling his balls full and ready to burst, plus the still squirming micro deep inside as well, he’s got no other choice but to relent. Dipping into one of the stalls, he reaches down with his hands and gets to pumping. Every inch of his shaft throbbing with ecstasy, more sensitive than it's ever felt before in his life. It doesn’t take much effort before he’s cumming hard again, stifling his shriek by gritting his teeth but painting the bathroom toilet with his hot spunk.

Coming back down, he wonders if maybe this is even a good idea. Thinking that it would be better if he just took the other potion now and set Nite free it would be a lot safer in the long run. But on second thought, he wants to see this through. The exhilaration of having to be so secretive and hiding in the bathroom. He wonders how long he can keep this up – If he’ll get so good at it that no one will ever know what he’s up to? With that, comes his conclusion. He chuckles to himself, patting over where Nite’s hidden deep in his testicle, “ya, I don’t think I’ll be letting you out any time soon~,”

After work, he remembers to grab Nite’s now very stiff and musky clothes to bring home. He stuffs them in his apartment building's washing machine, cleans and then tumbles them dry and then leaves them in his closet neatly folded up. By now, he’s feeling horny again, letting the sensations of Nite squirming in his balls get to him. Now free from work’s prying eyes and coworkers, he’s eager to let loose a little. First, he lays back on his bed, exploring with his hands and pressing down over the barely perceptibly bulge next to his cock. Every time he pushes down on it, Nite squirms on the inside. It’s not long before he’s so hot and bothered that he starts jerking off. He spends all night toying with the feelings and cumming, seemingly unable to come down from the sheer ridiculously lewdness coming from his testicles. Every time he cums, it’s only a short while before he’s ready once more. Uncaring what his neighbours think, or even roommate for the matter, he just keeps at it.

Feeling the raptor cum around him again and again, Nite’s moaning and squirming against the walls. Tired from all the activity, but unable to sleep through all the commotion. Time has been lost on the tiny shark since he set foot in this place. Feeling cum swallow him up, only to be shot out through the hole above him, but leaving him behind. Over and over again, the testicle filling with musky seed seemingly just as quickly as Talon manages to cum it. Lost in the darkness, wrapped in an impenetrable blanket of heat and musk, squeezed tight but wrinkled over and fleshy walls, and loving every second of it. While he’s not quite as energetic as the raptor, his own arousal seems to pent up, begging him to join suit with the raptor on occasion and cum as well.

By the time Talon’s finally spent, he’s made quite the mess. Not even bothering to clean up, he slumps down on his bed and passes out. It’s nearly 3 in the morning, and he’s been at it for quite some time. For a raptor, even his sexual stamina is exceptional, but clearly, he’s reached his limit. He ends up sleeping through his alarm the next morning, having to come up with a lame excuse why he’s late for work. However, the day is much easier for him to concentrate on things other than the micro in his ball. He can still feel Nite pressing and squirming against the inner walls of his testicle, but he’s more able to ignore it when he needs to.

After work, he indulges slightly but ends up spending the rest of the night cleaning up. A quick shower to get rid of his musk, and then he’s in bed at a much more reasonable time. The next morning, he figures he should start marking the days down, counting how long Nite’s been in his testicle for by crossing days of a calendar. 2 days so far, and onto his third. Friday today, and he’ll have the weekend off. That is until he gets a text from a work friend making plans for drinks that evening. Realizing just how he gets when he’s drunk, Talon happily accepts! Ready for a night of debauchery and copious consumption of alcohol.

His shift went by slowly, which ended up leaving the raptor alone with his thoughts for most of the day. It turns out when all he can think about is the shark in his balls, it’s a lot harder to stop himself from getting aroused. However, he manages in the end, getting better at delaying his feelings as he’s saving up for a night of fun instead. Once his shift is over, he’s quick to head out into town. Packing the essentials for the evening, including a packet of raptor-sized condoms which he stashes away in his satchel. Then he’s off.

First at the pub, meeting with friends and pre-gaming. Once he’s at least a little sloshed, they head out deeper downtown. Alcohol brewing in his stomach and quickly metabolizing into a solid buzz. Pub food and snacks eaten in mass to help give him the energy for the night, he then spots an eager set of eyes across the bar. A lizard, male and tall. He quickly looks away somewhat embarrassed when Talon spots him staring. With a smirk, Talon’s found his mate for the evening, and the rest of the night is history.

Unable to even comprehend anything aside from his world of stale cum and clenching walls, Nite slumps down into the vat of warm cum. Hunger seems to be a problem at first, but eventually, the shark just relents to eating what Talon’s balls provide. It’s as tasty as it is musky, even proving to get the shark a little drunk off the excess alcohol Talon’s been drinking. Facedown, sloshed around as Talon fucks the ever-living fuck out of the lizard man at the bar. Cummed around once, then again. Over and over again, portraying Talon’s frantic stamina in full force. Brewed over the course of a day, each climax heavy with shrieks from the less than sober raptor who claws into his bedsheets and breeds the sultry lizard.

It’s way past midnight now when Talon finally pulls out. The lizard’s a hot mess of scales and huffs, practically passing out beneath Talon in a pool of their combined sexual fluids. The raptor plops down on top of him, drunk off everything he’s had from the night prior, and about to wake up to an empty bank account and the hangover of a lifetime.

Waking up, at last, Talon rolls out of bed with a groan. The lizard is gone, having snuck out in the night but kindly leaving his phone number behind with some hastily written Xs and Os. His head hurts, feeling like it’s been split open with a hammer as the raptor searches for some water. He can’t remember anything after seeing that lizard at the bar, but he’s quick to put things together after looking at his camera roll. A proud smirk, followed by a wince as every part of his body seems to ache with a hangover. He takes the rest of the day off, cleaning up his mess with bundles of musky sheets dragged down to his apartment's laundry machines.

Forced to recover from his extreme sexual escapades, he takes it easy from then on. Feeling Nite’s presence within his balls every now and then, even going as far as to whisper to the little guy when he’s moving around quite a bit. If Nite ever responds, he can’t hear him at all. Layers of scales and muscle sit between them, not to mention the constantly churning and bubbling vat of cum Nite is perpetually bathed in.

The days go by, marked off Talon’s calendar with red X’s. It’s been a couple of weeks now, and Talon ponders his options. This was the original date Nite had eluded to being let out by, but Talon’s grown used to the little guy quite a bit. He’s controlled his arousal almost entirely, and hardly ever gets hard when he’s not supposed to. But that’s not to say he’s not indulging at work. Especially since he got put on test overseeing duty. Which considering he works at a dragon dildo factory, means he’s got to sit through entire hours of watching some dragon “use” one of his company’s dildos.

He’ll occasionally sneak off into the bathroom or closet for a quick little exercise of the sexual variety, but he’s able to keep himself down for entire days at a time now. However, he’s always eager to put himself out there and go wild with an evening of fun. He’s becoming quite the talk in a few bars and clubs he frequents, receiving more and more people that approach him understanding that he’s a night and a half of fun. And, of course, the raptor is more than inclined to indulge in these fantasies for everyone involved.

It’s not uncommon for Talon to go out drinking and to wake up beside some stranger he’s picked up, or at least the evidence of them. He’s always been a deviant in the sheets, but it only seemed to intensify now that Nite’s stashed away, so deep and nearly forgotten. His little secret that he doesn’t tell anyone about. So far, only he and Nite know what’s actually going on.

It’s a few months later when Talon notices Nite squirming. Astonished and confused by the feeling at first, he remembers everything. The micro in his balls, how he stashed his friend away so long ago. At first, he panics, realizing his mistake that he forgot to take the shark out, but slowly his panic fades. Leaning in closely, he listens carefully. Just barely able to make out the sloshing of cum as Nite squirms and moans within. Still plenty of energy in him, so he must still be ok to spend even longer in there! After all, didn’t he say Talon could keep him for longer?

Even now, Nite’s nothing more than an imperceptible bulge and idle squirming if Talon really pays attention. His already imperceptible bulge has softened and disappeared entirely by now. The raptor quickly ends up forgetting about his friend as the days go by, and soon Talon’s just crossing days off on his calendar for no real reason. Still just as horny as ever, finding quick mates or reoccurring ones at bars on the weekends, spending an evening pounding them into the sheets or even on the receiving end of someone’s thick rod. For him, life is good.

It’s not until Talon ends up looking in his closet one day that he finds Nite’s folded-up clothes sitting on top of a box. A white shirt with a company’s logo he faintly remembers, as well as a pair of green pants. Curiously, he pulls them out, unfolding them and trying to figure out who they belong to. They look like a delivery driver's uniform, but he really can’t say for certain. He ends up calling a few numbers from some suspected frequents that visit his apartment when they’re looking for a good time, but no one seems to own them. They’re like they just appeared suddenly. Nevertheless, Talon sets them back in his closet. Unaware of the shark still in his balls that the clothes belong to.

Months pass and Talon doesn’t even notice Nite anymore. He’s completely forgotten about him now, not even noticing when the shark squirms or calls out his name. Over time, his balls have moulded around the micro, slowly adapting to the foreign obstruction and trying to mould it into a part of Talon himself. Inside, Nite’s entirely unaware of the life he once had. Everything he knows is Talon’s balls. Being a good toy and wiggling around when he feels the raptor fucking someone, drinking the milk that seeps in and sustains him. The musky air has a hold on him like no other, plaguing his mind with thoughts of Talon’s arousal. His life outside is now long forgotten as he’s fully accepting his new one.

One day, Talon’s at home cleaning up after a night of heavy debauchery. His guest has even stayed the night, helping out and offering to make breakfast. The TV is playing in the background, just the news to add some ambient din. When a missing person report comes on, both he and his fuck buddy take note. A shark by the name of Nite has been missing for over a year and no one knows what’s happened to them. The name is faintly familiar to the raptor, and he can swear he’s seen the shark before somewhere, but he just can’t put his finger on it.

However, for whatever reason, seeing Nite’s picture appear on-screen triggers something deep in Talon’s subconscious, and after breakfast is made, he ends up taking his friend back to bed for the rest of the morning, laying into him hard and heavy, completely oblivious to the squirms of Nite deep within his balls.

The blur of time is forgotten by Nite, whose internal imprisonment has weighed on him mentally. His mind is still there, occasionally breaching his musk-drunken stupor in the form of a weak cry. Saying Talon’s name, trying to catch the attention of the raptor who’s kept him for too long. However, his cry always goes unnoticed. He’s stuck in there, unable to leave or even catch the attention of the raptor surrounding him. Every climax teases him by pushing the shark up towards the exit, only for him to sink back down into the testicle walls. This is truly what he wanted in the end, to be dominated and forgotten about entirely.

Cum laps up and over him, quickly refilling the depleted load. It’s another heavy night for Talon, and Nite by extension. A bit more conscious than before, probably due to the cum's vaguely different taste and texture. Must be something Talon’s taken during the night. Still, it’s not enough to snap Nite from his stupor. Even being thrown around and sloshed through viscous cum as it slurps up through the hole above him again and again. Talon’s been laying into his mate hard this time around, draining the poor kobold dry and leaving him an unconscious heap.

“Shit,” Talon mutters, his haze of intoxication thick but he pulls out nonetheless. He’s not about to fuck someone while they’re unconscious, that’s crossing a line. Even with his vivid arousal and heavy intoxication, he knows better than to do that. However, as his knot pulls out from the kobold's ass, his arousal doesn't exactly fade. It’s still strong, begging him to release as if his life depends on it. He’s not going to get away with not dealing with it either, so he politely aims away and services himself instead.

Bending over, he’s gotten good with his flexibility and can reach his own shaft with his mouth. He yawns open, huffing a stale and alcohol-infused gasp over his cock before clamping down lightly and starts sucking. Up and down, licking over and under the hefty rod in his mouth without abandon. He’s eager to get off this time around so he can just go to bed, and as it turns out he doesn’t need to work very hard.

Thick ropes of seed surge up his length, pumping from deep in his loins from his brewing depths. They splatter over his tongue, then stop abruptly short. He swallows what’s in his mouth but confusedly starts to wonder what’s going on. Then he feels it happen, something big and stiff lodged deep in his shaft, plugging his cum but slowly moving up from his musky depths. It builds speed ahead of his seed, finally bulging out his cock and flying towards the tip before it shoots right out the end. Onto his tongue, followed by thick streams of his seed. He moans, feeling the copious volumes of sperm flow out and around his lips as it quickly becomes too much to deal with. He considers just swallowing and being over with it, but something stops him.

Finally finished cumming, he pulls free and coughs up the mouthful of seed onto his chest. His eyes blurry from all the alcohol coursing through his blood, he struggles to focus on what's in front of him. Forcing his eyes to narrow, holding his breath to steady his chest. Amidst the creamy splooge dribbling from his belly, turning runny and spilling off his scales, a bulge starts to form.

Lifting himself free, struggling up from the creamy cum surrounding him, the shrunken form of Nite rises up. He coughs up a glob of cum, wincing as he blinks a few times, having not seen light in over a year, or even breathed air not contaminated with Talon’s heavy musk. Shivering slightly, not used to being somewhere so cold.

“What the…” Talon trails off, his drunk mind unable to comprehend what’s going on. To be fair, he’d have a hard time understanding this sober as well! The last thing he was expecting was for a tiny shark man to shoot up his shaft.

“T-talon?” Nite asks, leaning up and looking around. His vision is still blurry, fuzzy around the edges but slowly clearing as he breathes in clean air. Before him lays the astonished face of a stupified raptor, his maw slack-jawed and dribbling with cum. The stench of alcohol and sex fills the room but compared to what Nite’s had to live through for the past who knows how long, it might as well be the richest and freshest air in the world, “how long have I been in there?”

“Wait… Nite?!” Talon nearly shouts, his horrible memory scrambling to put pieces together. The potions, the clothes, the news article, everything coming back together in one giant cum bucket as he realizes that his friend has been stuck in his balls for well over a year.

“Where am I?” the shark asks once more, rising up and looking around. He coughs again, spitting out the taste of cum on his tongue as he relishes the flavor of actual air. Weary and weak, hungry for something that isn’t raptor spunk and groggily putting together the dots. He can’t remember what sunshine even looks like, let alone light in general.

Talon reaches down, pulling the shark from his spunk and rolling over onto his feet. The sobering realization of what is essentially a crime hits the raptor all at once. His alcoholic haze fades as he cradles the shark, feeling the tiny man wheeze and slowly recover from what the raptor put him through. He remembers the potion as well, figuring he can use it to reverse the effects of Nite’s shrinking. It’s just in the closet.

He makes it about 3 steps towards the closet doors before he stops. Something doesn’t feel right anymore, like a part of him is missing. Specifically, his nuts. They feel empty, which isn’t entirely uncommon considering how much he’s just cum. But it’s a different kind of empty. Putting the pieces together, he realizes what he’s missing, and it’s currently slumped over and heaving in his hands.

“Talon, where am I?” Nite asks again, more annoyed than anything. But Talon doesn’t answer. Shifting back around, he steps away from the closest, sitting on the edge of his bed and careful not to disturb his guest who’s still sleeping. He watches the shark look around quizzically, unsure where he is or even how much time has passed. Like a fish out of water, left out of his element and in need of returning to it. Which in this case can only mean one thing.

“You’re not where you’re supposed to be…” Talon finally answers, his head lifting up as a smile broadens across his face, “how about I put you back where you belong~,”

Fingers curling over the shark, rubbing his head softly in a gentle caress before Talon starts to lower Nite back down. At first, the micro doesn’t react, that’s until he picks up the looming scent of Talon’s junk returns to his nostrils. He turns around to see through the raptor’s fingers the looming shaft of meat he was sent down so long ago and is currently headed straight for once more.

Like a flash, he tries to get away, struggling to clamber out of Talon’s fingers as he is brought down to the tip. Squeezing once, the raptor holds him still, dangling Nite’s feet above the entrance to his throbbing cock. It hasn’t even softened since Nite was first shot out, stretched a little due to the shark's slightly larger size. However, Talon doubts it’ll be a problem to get him down.

“You know, you’re pretty lucky to have come out when you did…” Talon muses, idly squeezing Nite’s legs together and inserting them into his shaft. He huffs, feeling his arousal building once more at the sensations all over again. Just like when he first stuffed Nite away, all that time ago. How long was it even? He can’t remember, neither of them can, “there’s really no knowing who you might’ve ended up inside of!”

Kicking weakly, Nite is entirely powerless to stop his descent. His trip to the outside has been cut short. Still, he tries with all his might not to lose himself in the musk. That overpowering stink wraps around him, staining him with the raptor’s stink so much that he can’t even remember what clean air smells like.

Down to his hips quickly, and sinking deeper by the second. Legs bulging out the side of Talon’s shaft, portraying his weak struggles down the terrifyingly alluring cum pipe. Even now, given just the briefest of tastes of freedom, he longs to be returned to his testicle. However, he fights to extend this period, worried that if he goes back down he might never get to see the light of day ever again. However, he wonders if he’d be ok with that as well? Never having to worry about anything ever again, just getting to bathe in Talon’s hot spunk for as long as it takes before the raptor finally sets him free? How long will that be? Weeks? Months? Years? There’s no telling for sure.

By the time Talon’s got him down to his chest, the raptor is a squirming and moaning mess. Huffing wildly as his cock throbs all around Nite. He’s much bigger than before and feeling marginally more incredible. The way the shark squirms in his shaft, kicking and wiggling around as if his life depends on it, but with the unmistakable glow of enjoyment as he’s jammed down inch by inch. He wants this just as much as Talon does, but is having a hard time accepting it.

“T-Talon~,” Nite’s head is pushed below the rim of the raptor’s tip. Silencing his voice to nothing more than a meek whisper. Muffled shouts just barely penetrate through the pulsating walls as Nite is covered in pre and stale cum, bathing in the stuff he’s lived in for what feels like an eternity. Eased deeper by Talon’s hand, his bulge sinking down the shaft until it disappears behind the knot. From there, Talon relies on his cock to take care of the rest of the work, tugging the shark in and pulling his wiggling body through his prostate. He feels a pop from there as Nite is sucked down into his testicle, then a slight splash as the micro sinks right back into his home. In an instant, the void in his testicle is gone, and the unrestrained sexual arousal that’s been plaguing him ever since Nite first took that trip into his balls returns!

He howls out, feeling the pressure and desire to cum build exponentially. Nite’s squirms reinvigorated but feeling nothing more than pleasant tickles and kicks within his nuts. Then he feels it, the shark relaxing once more, eased back into the raptor’s ball and softly licking at the walls. Won back over and falling right back into place, “don’t worry Nite, I’ll try not to forget about you this time~,”

“Hrmm, who are you talking to?” a voice from behind him. The kobold from earlier, waking up from the raptor’s shriek of ecstasy. Talon twists around, showing a face hungry for sex yet again as his cock throbs hard at his loins.

Smiling wide, then crawling over to join his fuck buddy in bed, Talon straddles over the smaller kobold, his hands pressing into the blankets on either side of their head, “no one, I think you’ve had too much to drink~,”

The kobold laughs, looking down and spotting Talon’s shaft with a sly bite of his lower lip, “well now, think I fell asleep before I could finish you off…” he says, spreading his legs apart for the raptor, “I think I’ve got 1 more round left in me~,”

Talon huffs, leaning in and kissing the kobold. Mentally, he thanks Nite for being such a good friend. He makes a mental note not to be so forgetful next time. Maybe he’ll even let him out again! For a little while of course. But until then, he’s got work to do, and a sexy kobold to lay into. Nite’s freedom will come, but maybe next year?