title: What Snooping Around Gets You aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [TheWonderingCanine] id: [42291972, 42735319, 43427970] date: 星期五, 十一月 4日 2022, 12:30:39 凌晨 modified: 星期五, 十一月 4日 2022, 12:42:13 凌晨

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What Snooping Around Gets You

Author: TheWonderingCanine Source: What Snooping around gets you Pt. 1, What Snooping around gets you Pt. 2, What Snooping around gets you Pt. 3

Part 1

Jet’s toes tapped anxiously against his carpeted floor, in his hoofs he held a near lifelike version of himself. His eyes scanned it up and down, it was made from fur trimmed off his body and sown onto seed filled sack.

Now why was Jet holding something so strange? He’s been dying to know, more accurately, this deer had been obsessed with finding out his roommate’s orientation and his past two attempts had only left him mentally scarred, with no more info than when he had started. “But this time will be different, this time my plan will be fool proof” Jet mutters, his plan sorting through his mind as he waits for Thomas to wake up. That’s where this surreal looking doll comes into play, as Jet uses it to act as an imaginary stand in for him to watch Thomas, observing any and all actions the oblivious hyena makes. With the only danger being shrunken down to switch places with the doll. A devious smile spreads across his face, nothing makes Jet heart flutter more than the idea of hiding in plain sight.

“Good morning hun”

A soft voice breaks his train of though as he quickly stands to face the source. “Morning Thomas!” his hoofs claming together in anticipation, “I’ve got a present for you”

Thomas’s eyes light up, wiping away the haze of sleep as Jet extends his hoof, revealing to him a lifelike version of the young deer, sporting a green pair of boxers and vacant of clothing at every other spot. Striking Thomas as odd immediately, present by the furrowing of his brows, and small urge building to throw it away.

“I thought it would be something nice!” Jet tried to distract from the oddity, placing his hooves on Thomas’s paws, “Like a good luck charm when I’m not around, so that you can have a nice little Jet at every turn and bind life can put you through!” That same smile appears once again.

“Aww, that makes it so sweet” His voice fluttering with love and sudden adoration for the doll, “I’m going to place it on my desk, which leads me to the reason I woke up so early” Thomas paused, walking back into his room, and coming out empty handed. “I’m going out for a little while, and I didn’t want my roomie worrying about my butt” He said wiggling his ass slightly which normally would’ve caused Jet to stare at the voluminous curves that danced with every movement.

But Jet was busy thanking the stars that his plan was coming into place with every piece fitting snuggly in their position. “I-uh wont be here when you get back, you better not worry abot me neither!” His voice raised with excitement, startling Thomas but not causing much concern as Jet usually got like this during the weekend.

“Heh, I will be getting ready and heading out in about 15, need me to wait up and lock the door?”

Jet nodded as he jingled the keys within his pocket and walked over to his bedroom, “I gotta get ready as well” And almost before he finished his sentence, he shut the door behind him and heard Thomas do the same seconds later.

Making his way over to the edge of his bed, Jet could feel his heart hammering in his chest, threating to bust out and flop onto the floor of his room. It was all coming together, all he had to do was wait and before long, the sound of a door unhinging and opening, closing followed by the front door doing the same. Taking in a deep breath, exhaling, and doing the same for a couple minutes, he quelled the beating in his chest and stood to his feet. Striping down to his similarly colored boxers, green matching the dolls, he folded the clothing up and placed it in his drawer. Taking the bottle off the top of his dresser, he popped the lid open and slid one of the pills onto his salivating tongue. Turning to walk out of the room, he gulped down the small pink pill and headed into Thomas’s room.

Walking into Thomas’s room, a wave of musk hit his nostrils, making him wince in disgust, he had to brush aside his cleanliness obsessions, not wanting to abandon his plan this close to being complete. On top of that, the pill was taken, and he considered this the point of no return. In addition to the powerful scent, the soulless eyes of the doll, made with identical eyes to his own, were causing him to look onward with a small fear in his heart. Almost like it was watching back at him.

Jet couldn’t remain on this thought for long as he could feel the pill take its course slowly, that was the reason for taking it orally, rather than by way of shrink ray. This was just easier to make the switch without fault. Swiping the doll of the desk, he ran back to his room and placed the doll into the bottom drawer and skipped his way back to the other room. Having already shrunk a few feet, Jet clambered onto Thomas’s desk chair, almost like an eager younger sibling trying to see what’s on their brother’s computer. Nevertheless, Jet lifted himself onto the top of the desk, making it wobble slightly, reminding Jet he was still carried some heft and could make the plan go awry if he’s not careful, So he stood still for a moment as he watched the room gradually grow bigger, expanding and spanning more like someone being dropped into a landscape from a helicopter in a video game. This feeling always overtook Jet when he shrank, mentally sinking into a mindset of being a character in the Daddy, I shrunk my boyfriend, movie series and he was the boyfriend venturing around giants. That warming thought was more than enough to pitch a tent within his boxers, rushing his face with blush and become flustered at the thought of his friends towering over him.

Slamming his lower jaw onto the rim of the keyboard brought Jet out of his lustful dream and back into the midst of his plan, however his tent was still pitch as he slowly stood to his feet. He waddled over to the position held previously by the doll, sitting his butt down onto the dusty surface. Now all he had to do was embody the feel and look of a lifeless doll. Resting his head back against the speaker, he folded his hooves onto the inside of each thigh. While extending his legs an equal length apart, he brought his gaze upwards to the ceiling fan, which spun painfully slow, hinting to the small deer how these next few hours were going to go.

And oh how slow did it go! Time that would’ve been spent playing games or watching his friends stream online were spent staring at the monotonous movement of fan blades that helped Jet pick out more of the clean habits of his hyena roommate. For instance, the build up of dead skin and little bugs that probably died from the awful stench that fills these four walls. A sudden change in the tone of the room made Jet’s heart skip a few beats and speed into an adrenaline-fueled race, this change was the sound of the sound of the front door opening and shutting. Followed by heavy footfalls on a tired hyena, that of which slinked into his room and shut his door, drenched in what looked like to Jet as gallons of sweat. He watched Thomas pull his wet shirt off his body and toss it into a pile by the door, doing the same with his pants and boxers, revealing that he had been packing a semi-hard boner behind those tight shorts.

Jet’s eyes scanned the naked Thomas up and down then repeated the process multiple times as his giant form walked towards him. His eyes focusing on the bulges of muscles flexed in the tight confines of the thighs, with each flex of movement bringing Thomas closer to Jet until the well-toned stomach and pecs hung above him. Much more distractively, however, was what presented itself in front of Jet. Which was Thomas’s massive cock, barely at full length and hardly peaking out from his sheath as he stood before the tiny deer, trying to turn on his computer with his orbs that were his balls swung at each movement he made. Swiftly disappearing below, taking with them a strong musky scent that Jet hadn’t minded, since it was turning him on, Thomas looked tired, but he knew that lying here could mean just watching his roommate do nothing. Or at least he thought as massive sweaty fingers descended towards him.

“I don’t know how to feel about this.” Thomas muttered through shallow breaths, still tired from his fucking session with his brother, not wanting to let Jet in on his whereabouts, despite knowing he would be supporting regardless. He pinched the doll between his fingers, feeling around what he thought was ribs and a squishy abdomen. “It feels so realisti-“ He stopped his train of though as his eyes met with what looked like a bulge hiding within the green boxers, No way he got me a life like version of himself, Thomas thought as he used his other fingers to slowly pull down the undergarments. “He did!” those words left his mouth almost with the same excitement as he first time he fucked his brother, such glee was filling his heart that he couldn’t help but gently brush against the balls, making the cock grow in length, making Thomas let out a moan, one filled with anticipation for what his mind had in store.

Several things were circulating in Jet’s mind as his groin was being molested by his giant roommate, the main one being how does he explain this if he starts questioning why this doll is so life like? Nevertheless remain calm during a jackoff session that he has to pretend isn’t happening. For now he has to lay back and try not to twinge and flinch when his climax hits. OH FUCK

Thomas gave up on massaging the growing cock and brought the limb body up to his mouth and began licking it with his tongue, lapping it over and over before moving his tongue down to the lower regions. Pushing them juicy cheeks apart and worming his tongue into the hole, that felt slightly warmer than he was expecting as he slid the body up and down all thinking of his handsome roommate Jet, someone he always prized when no one, especially Jet, was looking. And now he has a personal toy to use, abuse, and play with that no one to tell him to clean first. But the issue at hand was seeing if this toy could cum. Moving his toy further inside the anus as it flexed and clenched on his tongue, making him moan once again, this time louder and made him look down on the toy with an eager wildness that was only found when he was presenting his top energy. All be damned he was going to make this thing cum.

God god fuck fuck, one thing was for certain that Thomas was more than interested in this doll than Jet was anticipating, furthermore his body was begging to give in to the mighty muscle that was barring down onto his tiny body, drenching him in a mixture of saliva and mucus, while garlic breath washed over him. An impossibly amount of pleasure filled his senses, particularly his prostate and tip, floods of over stimulation barring down on Jet that eventually broke him down. Gushes of cum spewed out from his tip as his hole clenched onto the girthy tongue, sending his seed flying into the massive cavern that lay open in front of him. His toes flexed and twitched slightly as they were out of view from the intimidating stare of Thomas, who happily swallowed the puny amount of cum, removing the tongue from his hole and lapping up the last little bit as it dribbled out.

“Now would you look at that?” His voice boomed over the doll, Thomas’s fingers pressing hard on the abdomen from the excitement. “That devious deer has managed to give me something that cums and it tastes damn near close to the real thing! Now that gives me more than a couple ideas.” A wide, toothy grin smiles down at the doll, full of the intent of someone who was more than willing to use this doll to its full extent, and then maybe more. Opening the drawer, he retrieved a few strings and laid them beside his keyboard as he lay the doll next to it as well.

Jet laid there, desperately trying to subdue his heartrate while not alerting Thomas who had been busy fiddling around with a pair of strings. Had this been a mistake? The thought nips at Jet’s mind as it begins to clear from its climax induced haze. Before he could come to a cohesive thought on his situation, those same strings descended towards him, and they were coming fast, wrapping around his muzzle easily and worming their way down to his arms. Which had to fight his urge to resist as they were tied together behind his back. A giant pair of shires enter Jet’s view as they ride the line until dangerous close to him and snipping the string free. Then, with two of his fingers on his left paw, Thomas picked Jet up and used the last bit of string to restrain his ankles, subduing any attempts the doll might have.

“I know you aren’t real, but it helps to think you are” Thomas looked Jet up and down, eyes full of lust and power, making him groan with excitement. His gaze meeting Jet’s and for a moment he thinks, “And I can’t help but think about what I would like to do my handsome roommate” He gaze leaving Jet’s and falling to his cock which throbbed and bobbed with pulsating blood pressure. That smile returning but not for long as Thomas speaks, “Let’s get down to what I have planned for now” He said, flipping the doll in his grasp and lowering him headfirst towards his crotch.

Oh fuck he’s going to stuff me down his cock! Yes this was a fucking mistake and now Jet couldn’t even communicate this to Thomas because all ways he could communicate were stripped away from him. Powerful musk filled his nostrils, the smell stinging his eyes and causing his throat to bulge with a small gag. Wait, Jet watch the long shaft slide past him.

Where am I going? His answer much more devasting than the cock stuffing he was mentally preparing for, those massive balls also glided by as he watched Thomas lift himself up. Raising his taint in the air, giving Jet the perfect view of the wide pucker that widen and glistened its greasy surface. In a matter of seconds, his sight was blocked out as he was plunged, muzzle first, into the asshole causing the hyena to shutter and moan out in pleasure.

“Oh fuck yeah, my little butt toy do your work~” Thomas coo’s, removing his paw from under himself and up to his nose, giving it a few sniffs of the shit, musk mixture he always loved and was imagining Jet was suffering through right now. If only he knew.

And suffering he was. Jet’s head was being held by the slick anus as it wrapped around his head and muzzle, ensuring any noise he could make would be muffled, not that under his roommates massive ass would allow any sound to escape. Jet felt Thomas’s fingers leave his body in place under his taint and Jet couldn’t prepare himself for the pain that was incoming as the oversized taint crashed down into his torso. A severely muffled scream rocketed through Jet’s mouth as his head lunged forward allowing for the hole to happily swallow him to his neck and give Thomas more pleasure.

Thomas shut his eyes, moving his paws to his crotch, one wrapping around his cock that was slippery from his precum that leaked out from his tip. And the other gently caressing each of his testicles, bobbing them up and down with ring and index fingers.

“Mmm, Jet” Thomas’s eyes flicked back and forth behind his eyelids as the thought of his roommate being crushed underneath his bubble butt was pervading his mind and egging on and causing him to mindlessly grind his ass down into his chair, relishing a godly sensation that pours over him as the doll effortlessly compresses into his taint, forcing a little more of its body inside his anus.

The walls around him shook and shivered as a sound quivered through the halls of Thomas’s intestinal. With his eyes now free, Jet would see the invisible force coming towards him and he tried his best to force himself out, but the anus’s strong grip held him in place. In seconds, hot gas blasted his face, putrid shit scented air filled his nose and burned his eyes which leaked tears that rolled down his cheeks. But the gas didn’t eek out as he had hoped but it remained hovering over him, coating his fur in the awful stench of Thomas’s previous meal’s air. Speaking of his last meal, through blerrie eyes and the almost overwhelming burning sensation, Jet could see something in the distance, a large dark object that is facing him could be seen a few hundred yards away. And from its squishy surface, Jet knew what it was and his heart rate starting rising as the log of shit started towards him slowly.

Never had it felt so good, never had it felt more real than it does right now as Thomas’s groping of his balls and massaging of his cock grew in their intensities, precum was leaking out faster and with more force as they were soon being replaced by the luscious white substance that every bottom desired. Thomas didn’t usually have to blast ass while jacking off but when he does, holding it in always added to his experience, meaning that his tiny doll would be suffering from its smell while having to smell and test it until he said so.

The log inched closer and closer, its menacing presence causing Jet to recoil in fear every time he gazed at it. He couldn’t even take a moment of solace with a deep breath as each breath was met with the salty smell of shit and a painful reminder of what was coming up ahead. Jet felt his body squeeze in more and Thomas flexed his anus to hold in the gassy payload, unintentionally shoving Jet deeper, causing the hapless deer to writhe in fear but most movements were slight and unnoticed by the rowdy hyena. Suddenly everything pitched backwards, accompanied by a ferocious moan heard above and all the pressure placing on Jet’s face threatening to crush his bones and leave him limp in the wake of Thomas’s anal retribution. However, thankfully, the anus lightened its grip and Jet shot out, flying, and hitting the surface of the chair with enough power to pop his should from its socket. Coming to a stop right under the massive cock as it deflates with Thomas’s pleased expression in the background.

Thomas flared his nostrils and let out another less intense moan, loving the smell of yesterday’s spicy sandwich. Lifting his fingers up to his mouth, he licked and lapped of the aftermath of his cock’s seed that so happily sprawled over his digits. Giggling and savoring the slightly bitter taste his cum always had. Next he directed his post clarity to the doll resting underneath his sack and got an idea. Reaching for the toy, he brought it over his sheath, which had its cock resting inside and was covered in more seed that Thomas couldn’t lick up. To and frow he drug the doll’s body around his sheath, covering it in the sticky substance and adding to its off color of brown fur and dark brown shit stains that covered its neck. Remembering the pressure building at his back door and Thomas stood up from his seat and tossed the doll onto the desk before rushing off to shit.

What the fuck, fuck! Jet’s tired mind strained to hold his consciousness after the ordeal that he just went through. Crusts of cum and shit dried to his body, concealing his fur, and showing what Thomas does to a toy, leaving him scared for what he might have instore. Soon his mind starts to taper off, only focusing on the lingering smell of shit, musk, and now cum. Jet’s eyes close and soon his breath steadies, everything goes dark, and he falls into a pitiful slumber.

Hours go by since Jet had fallen into slumber with Thomas coming into view only for a few moments as he laid down for his nutting session. Giving his tiny doll a little stare and grin before shutting his eyes and drifting into a peaceful sleep.

Slowly, after what felt like days of lying motionless, Jet’s eyes opened. Startled awake by something moving beyond his vision, although he knew it was Thomas, this time with clothes on and not fondling himself. A twinkle of fear resided in the deer as he was still at the mercy of Thomas and whatever he had planned for him today.

Thomas stretched, letting out a small yawn coupled with a dry burp that smelled of garlic and onion. He didn’t remember putting clothes on before bed, but he usually ends up too hot for blankets and too cold without, so his sleepy state acquires clothes as a middle ground. Looking over to his computer where his watch’s screen was lit up with green letters that displayed its time, 12:45 pm. He slept later than he hoped. Again. Might be a little hot for a run, but hell I’m up for the challenge, he thought as he moseyed over to a pile of clothes. Clothes that reeked of a few uses, this pile was nicknamed The Not-So-Dirty Pile and as they got used a fourth or fifth time they got tossed into The Dirty Pile. Reveling in the musky scent that pervaded his sense as he bent down to grab a pair of socks that were balled up and laying adjacent to the pile, “What a wonderful smell.” His mind wandered by the to the feeling had yesterday of his tiny toy soaking up his asshole’s scent, along with all the gunk that had built up over the day. His eyes drifting over to the doll that lay on his desk, limp and still a distinct color of brown and light tinge of pale white from last night’s seed.

“Maybe he should come with me and see what it means to truly be mine” With that he started reaching for the doll, getting a slight bulge within his shorts, thoughts flooding of all the possibilities this little gift from Jet allows him.

Jet’s body shook awake, he felt more tired than he had when fallen asleep. But it seemed he was on the move without his own body despite his want to stay put. Thomas’s lustful gaze hovering over him. Words were spoken to him; in his sleepy haze he couldn’t hear them. As Thomas’s lips sealed, his paw released, sending Jet falling through the air. His mind was racing for answers as the room around him sped on by, quickly Jet’s view was changed from the blur of a room to a blur of blue fabric that was accompanied by the thick scent of musk. Landing onto his back, Jet’s hearing snapped to its highest frequency as he watched Thomas’s grinning down from the entrance above.

“Enjoy my paw little one” Thomas waved at the doll before lowering the sock to better angle his foot inside, murring loudly as his toes met the doll’s body. He could swear he felt it moving but brushed it off as something caused by the sock’s fabric jittering the doll.

This had gone far enough; nothing was worth enduring this anymore. Jet had seen and felt more of Thomas than he was hoping for. And now he was going to be a little sweat towel while Thomas went about his daily workout. Any protests his body managed to writhe out was either ignore or dismissed. In a matter of seconds. Those meaty beans smashed into Jet, wedging him in between the big toe and its neighbor. His muzzle slammed into the arch; a greasy layer of congealed sweat greeted him and covered his muzzle and nose with its disgusting presence. Forcing himself to swallow the rush of bile in his mouth, Jet tried his best to get comfortable, but everything started pulling downwards, how could he forget? He had one more destination. The shoe. All sound, however little, was muted by the walls of shoe rising up on each side, shutting out whatever light shone through the holes in the fabric. That silence ended when Jet let out a muffled scream with the full weight of the paw crashing down onto him, pressing forward, and threatening to crush him to bits. Eventually his head banged against the head of the shoe and the paw came to a halt.

“That feels a lot comfier than I was expecting.” Thomas wiggled his toes around, smiling at the wonderful feeling this amount of dominance was giving him. Having to pay out the many months of tension between the both of them, this was giving his body all sorts of goosebumps and desires he had been rejecting for that same amount of time. Taking and exhaling a brief gust of air, before heading out and revealing in the humid, thick air that filled the outside sunshine. “This run is going to be amazing!’ And with that, he started off, jogging then running.

Up and down, then up again. Jet’s body moved in tandem with the daunting toes and paw. Toe jam mixed with every hair and inch of skin on his face, with sweat slickening his lower half. Haughty smells were starting to seep through the fabric walls around Jet, stronger musk tainted his sense of smell and made his eyes water while the stinging feeling of his body being mashed and crushed underpaw by Thomas was making Jet regret the plan of snooping entirely. Jet didn’t even want to think about what he smelled of and what dead animal people would assume was hitching a ride inside his roommate’s shoe had they been unfortunate enough to catch a whiff of these horrid smells. I JUST WANT THIS TO END, his mind was aching and crying out in agony like a roach that had been sprayed with poison, which is to say, Jet was begging for more than freedom.

By the end of the run, Thomas was breathing hotter huffs than the outside air, or at least it felt like that. Wiping the sweat from his brow and drying his fingers on the sides of his shorts. Most of his runs would conclude with him making a stop to his favorite restaurant, typically running there, but it seemed that he had went down the path that leads to Smack’s house. Maybe I should pay him a visit. That thought made him chuckle, and he knew it would make his day a lot better to see the Folf. Licking his lips that had collected around his lips and flapping his shirt to allow for some cooling air to grace his body. Deciding he had rested enough; Thomas gave the doll a few pokes with his toes and began his pace again.

Every good moment of peace has to come to an end eventually, its just that Jet wished this one never ended before he could pass out or maybe even die. Alas Jet had condemned himself to the mercy of Thomas and no God was going to save him from this mistake and getting out Scott free is out of the cards. And even his moment of peace left him drenched in salty sweat and soggy remnants that had dried into the previously used sock. Little did Jet know how far his journey was from being over!

Part 2

“Hey Smack!” Thomas called out, preferring to shout to his friend than bang on his apartment door. While waiting, he absentmindedly tapped his foot up and down, giving his doll a good shaking at every impact with the ground. Only stopping his thumping when the door came ajar, not opening fully, still signaling to him that Smack had opened his door. “Smack?” Pressing his paw against the door, pushing it further until it stopped naturally. Walking inside, the smell of vanilla, which through a few deep breaths came as a relief to the intense humidity that assaulted him during his run over to Smack’s place. Looking over around for his friend, he found that Smack had already sat himself on the couch, head draped over his shoulders and arms resting on his knees.

“Smack?” Thomas took a seat beside Smack, wrapping his arm around Smack and bringing him close. “Are you feeling ok? You seem off, did something happen?”

Smack’s eyes moved slightly, scanning over his coffee table, staying put on a coaster that laid slightly off center of the pile of coasters it rested on. “I lost one of my favorite toys, I can’t find it anywhere!” Smack turned to face Thomas, his eyes staring passed the sweaty hyena and looking through the window that allowed sunlight in, bringing more natural light into the room.

“If you don’t know where it is, why not just order another?” Despite not having Smack’s full attention, he kept his gaze focused on his eyes, moving his arm from his back to holding his paw, squeezing it tightly and pulling it to rest on his own lap. “Maybe I could give you something that will help!” His cheery voice was met by Smack’s confused face as Thomas started kicking off his shoe, sending it flying a couple flops away. The object on Thomas’s mind tumbled out, strewn out in a nice, tied together bow, was the doll that Jet had gifted him.

Smack tilted his head in confusion, nothing seemed stranger to him than the doll that tumbled out from his stinky shoe. “What is that?” his voice sounded more condescending than he was hoping but given his current mood, there was no need for him to apologize.

“It was a gift from our dear friend Jet” Reaching down and grabbing the doll, Thomas placed it onto the table, smiling to himself, thinking about his loving friend. “It has made me feel incredibly great from this gift and I think you should too!” His smile widening as he stood to his feet, patting Smack on the back as he fiddled with his shoes, trying to get them back on.

“Thanks?” Not wanting to hide his confusion, but when he looked back to Thomas for more explanations, he was at the front door.

“Trust me, this is going to make you feel a 100% happier about losing your toy” Giving Smack a wink before letting himself out, closing the door and leaving Smack alone with the doll, feeling happy that he was able to spread joy to his lovely friend.

Smack’s face loomed near the doll, sniffing at it and wincing at its powerful aroma of musk and stale cum that still showed in its fur. “So this really is a Jet doll huh?” He said flatly, standing to his feet and walking over to the kitchen.

Jet listened closely as Smack sauntered off, loosening his body’s muscles and allowing his mind to wander and think of a way out of this. Surely if he started moving around, Smack would take notice and see that something was up. Or he’ll not feel me at all, he thought, tensing his body again, fearing that he would be trapped in a perpetual hell as his friends’ toy. Jet’s pondering came to premature end as a shadow cast over him. Smack’s yellow body stretched into the sky, his white chest expanding and compressing slightly with every breath taken. It was like staring up at a god. In one paw he held a glass of a red liquid, probably wine, and the other was placed firmly on his hip. Taking a sip, Smack looked down at Jet, eyes analyzing, not showing any care but some interest.

“I think I know exactly what to do with you” Smack reached down, setting the glass onto the table with a soft thunk and using his paw to grab the doll by its legs. Bringing to by his hips as he walked over to his bathroom.

Blood flooded Jet’s brain and his body was being dragged down by gravity but held their place due to the limbs being tied together. Not to mention the sloshing back and forth from Smack’s movements, although Jet couldn’t see where they were heading as he was facing a giant yellow thigh that flexed its toned muscle with each step. Light shone from high above, making Smack’s fur shine a bright yellow, almost white color. Jet winced, closing his eyes, and trying to distract himself from the rising nauseous feeling in the pit of his stomach. Small movements and adjustments Smack made while walking into the room. His body began moving, making the blood sloshed and made concentrating all the more difficult, but his senses told him that he was moving upwards, additionally, Smack’s body heat seemed distant, present to his mind but far off. Cool air was brushing through his fur strands, a sudden change in atmosphere caused Jet to open his eyes. And the sight before him nearly gave him a heart attack.

Before him were Smack’s meaty butt cheek that jiggled and rocked with his slightest movements, perfectly round from months upon months of leg and glute workouts at the gym. Those cheeks had been bitten, licked, and lapped over by Jet many times and now they were offering their warm embrace to him yet again, especially the dark valley between them. Its imposing darkness sent shivers through Jet’s body; he found a desire to be close to Smack’s anus once more. And even if he was apprehensive, there was nothing he could do to stop what was destined to happen.

“You better get ready dolly” Smack’s voice had an air of deviance and lack of care towards to the small item held in his fingers.

Jet’s body rippled throughout with goosebumps, he tried to protest any way possible, but Smack’s fingers released their grip, quickly moving under him to pry apart his other cheek, creating a sweaty squelch in the process. With both cheeks out of the way, light illuminated the greasy pucker for all its glory. Drips of sweat slipped across its rim as it flexed open and close in unison to Smack’s breaths, presenting Jet with the very real danger of being swallowed whole by the hungry hole.

Falling through the air felt like he had jumped out of an airplane aiming with the intent to land on a disgusting target, which flexed at him, winking its wrinkly surface at him and making him recoil in horror. At each passing moment, his destination drew closer or well he drew closer to it, and along with it came its intense smells that filled his nostrils at each painful intake. Marinated scents of musk and shit that stained Smack’s inner cheek fur, perpetuated by the aroma that seeped through the anus’s mouth and into Jet’s nose with lingering smells of last night’s dinner and this morning workout giving him a small taste of what he was in for.

Splat! Before Jet knew it, his face was firmly wedged into Smack’s asshole which flexed one more time, chewing on his muzzle and sharing some of its grimy substance with his fur. The rest of his body lay along Smack cushiony taint, also made better from his workout sessions and diet to plump himself up a bit. In any other case, Jet’s horny meter would be skyrocketing but now all these things that made Smack one of his favorite hookup was welding him tightly to Smack’s greasy orifice.

A small moan escaped Smack’s lips as he stood, allowing his cheeks to slap back to their normal positions. He flexed his anus, enjoying the sensations of something being trapped down there. Honestly this was a desire he had for a while and now he had no worries of whether or not the tiny thing will die, after all it wasn’t alive, just some pathetically small doll. Running his claws across his cheeks, feeling tiny bumps of excitement that spread all the way up to his spine, squeezing his cheeks together, Smack felt the tiny body crush under the pressure of his mighty cheeks, bending to their whim and pushing him further into his anus ever so slightly.

Knock knock, “Babe? Are you in there?”

Eve’s voice brought Smack out of his lustful thoughts, but didn’t diminish his growing erection, so he opened the door a little, allowing Eve only to see his upper half. “Hey, I didn’t know you were home” The shakiness in his voice giving away a blatant hint as to what he was up to.

Eve rolled their eyes playfully, smirking at Smack. “I just got back from work and had ordered a pizza for dinner so that we can enjoy a nice little movie night” his smirk growing into a smile before he headed out towards the living room, tail swooshing from side to side idly.

Smack closed the door, steading his breath, focusing on his cock sliding back into his sheath and subsiding his horny feelings and walking into the hallway, into the living room where the smell of freshly baked pizza.

“Cola?” Eve asked, handing a red solo cup to Smack that had contain a sugary beverage. Seating himself across from Smack, placing a coaster under his cup and grabbing a paper plate.

“Why my baby not sitting next to me?” Smack’s eyes bulged as he acted hurt by Eve’s action, sipping from his drink and placing it on the table, coasterless.

“You know how greasy foods effect you and pizza is one of your faves” Eve commented, raising the floppy tip of slice to his mouth and biting a piece off, strings of cheese attaching to his lips and eventually break once he chopped it with his teeth.

Smack chuckled, thinking of his little toy that hugged his anus closely, wiggling his butt from side to side in tandem with more lustful thoughts. “I know but it can’t be that bad.” His wiggling growing more obvious, getting the attention of Eve.

“What’s got you so wiggly?” Eve’s bite of food bulging his throat and vanishing into his chest. “Were you being horny in the bathroom?” Another bite replacing his last one.

Pulling a few slices onto his plate, Smack slowed his wiggles and put his plate onto his lap, still trying to make his best puppy face. “I’m just happy to see you” His voice getting muffled by him stuffing more than half of his slice into his muzzle, biting off a large piece and chewing it.

Eve smiled, leaning over and planting a kiss onto Smack’s forehead, “Once your ass is done blasting, I’ll sit next to you ok?” Seating himself down again, picking up a TV remote and switching on a streaming service, while sounds of his partner demolishing his pizza slices filled the white noise behind him.

Oh fucking god please help me, what Jet was experiencing could be seen as karmic justice for his desire to snoop on his roommate, as fate had handed him to Smack on a silver platter. Sweating inside the folf’s giant ass, their head wedged deep into their anus and any movement he tried threatened to rub against Smack’s prostate, which would make things worse. Despite being held firmly in place by bountiful cheeks on each side, Jet felt like he was sitting in a sauna that had too many hot rocks and no filtration system installed. He swore fumes of steam were rising off of the rubber surface of Smack’s colon, foggy his vision but not amplifying the awful smells that were flooding his nostrils. The rest of his body wasn’t fairing much better, drenched in sweat that pulled any skid marks that were on Smack’s inner cheeks to his fur, making his brown fur a darker brown. Still, he was stuck, nothing more than a butt plug for Smack and no way of getting their attention.

Buuurp, Smack scarfed down his third slice of pizza and was adding a few garlic knots to his plate. “God this place never disappoints” his speech cut off by a knot and a swig of cola to help wash it down. Another burst of hot gas rocketed through his throat, making Eve make a noise of disapproval but Smack was chuckling to himself, feeling his stomach start churning through his meal.

As was part of procedure for eating greasy food with his partner, Eve began taking deep breaths through his mouth, not wanting to inhale any of the noxious fumes that’ll be coming from his bowels anytime soon.

Tears streamed down Jet’s cheeks; the stinging air pierced through his eyes causing them to water but not taking away their ability to see. In most cases, his eyes offered added visibility during nighttime adventures, however, in his current situation it only presented the outstretched tunnel of Smack’s sewer system and its bends that lead into darkness beyond his vision. Far off a gurgling caught his attention, a sound of gastric air building up in the smaller intestines, causing Jet to squirm and attempt to call out for help but Smack’s anus and cheeks were unwavering, holding him still and muting any sounds that he made. Suddenly the tunnel walls began jutting outwards, an invisible force moving through it and racing towards Jet. His silent screams growing more desperate as the train of gas neared. Eventually, the train came to its stop with Smack’s anus loosening up to let out his powerful ass blast.

Jet’s tiny body lay helpless as the brunt of the explosion descended onto his tiny form, seeping its way into his nostrils. Digested meat and lactose intolerance made for an awful combination for the deer, making him gag and lurch forward, digging his head in further to the anus. Rivers of tears were dripping down his face now, forcing him to shut his eyes and try to pull his head away from this being Smack’s fart rag.

“Ah, that one felt really good” Smack smiled towards his partner, sniffing at the air, and wagging his tail, a passing thought about his doll’s fate, although another more important matter caught his attention, another fart was making its way to his back door. Leaning forward and placing his plate onto the coffee table, curling his poufy tail against his back and opening up his cheeks to the couch. Smack stuck his tongue out slightly, feeling his gas push through his large intestines, racing down, and coming to meet the doll, but it was no match for Smack’s need to release, pushing past it and reveling in the feeling of hot air passing through his cheeks, disappearing into the cold room. Sitting back, he grinned and retrieved his plate, eyeing one more slice of pizza.

“If those get any stronger, I’m going to hang an air freshener above your tailhole.” Eve joked, tilting their head over to their partner and back to the TV. “Or maybe stuff something up your butt to keep that awful gas inside you”

Smack didn’t respond but just chuckled, continuing to work on his food, flexing his glutes and picturing how much the real Jet would fair under his godly might. Heh, he’d probably die.

And dying he was, fumes steaming off of him like he had been dipped in boiling water and then thrown onto a heated chamber, his fur smelled like burnt deer and shit. If anyone would gaze at Smack’s rear that might assume that a sizeable piece of shit had been stuck his anus, rather than the living being that was being held captive and made to suffer.

Smack stretched on the couch, patting his belly as the credits rolled on the movie he and his partner had watched. Torrents of gas had filtered out of his ass during the past two hours, thankfully lessening in pungency but not in length, making him have a feeling of childish giddiness with each burst. A larger movement was making its way through his gut, gurgling, and sloshing down his intestines.

Tremors rocked Jet out of his haze, he couldn’t pass out from the barrage of shit fumes, but his mind wandered off, pulling his consciousness to somewhere more peaceful. However much he tried to avoid it, his situation came screaming back to him. His eyes refocused on the tunnel’s walls, which shook side to side and widen its expanse to allow for something greater to pass through. Jet groaned at the thought of another inevitable powerful blast, something seemed different though. The walls weren’t jutting out as they had done many times of the past two hours, instead, they extended, allowing something to creep around the corner. It was the greasy front of a log of shit that inched closer by the second.

It took longer to realize what it was due to his tired mind being practically melted by hot gas and anal sweat. His body lurched forward as the outside squeezed around him, pushing him closer to the shit, thankfully still a dozen feet away. He tried to wiggle his way out of Smack’s anal grip, despite knowing it was useless, it was all he could do from outright loosing his mind.

“Shit!” Smack shot out of his seat and into the hallway and into the bathroom, this always happened when eating foods that upset his stomach, a torrent of shit was going to breech through his backdoor any time soon. Lifting up the lid to the toilet, seating his plump ass onto the leathery cushioned seat. His ears barely noticing the small plop that happened as soon those meaty cheeks of his parted, allowing the doll fall from his anus’s grasp. Smack wasn’t thinking about the doll, he was concerned with not shitting himself.

Jet didn’t know how it happened, but before he could fully understand where Smack was heading, he was falling through the air and plummeting into a cold watery lake. His body sank into the cold water, sinking quickly, washing some of the shit stains from his fur. Just as fast as he sank, his body began floating upwards, breeching the surface a mere moments later. Water poured over his eyes; Jet once again forced his eyes open. Surrounding his peripheral view was the white bowl that rose up on all sides hiding all the grit and grim that had grown over the years. Meeting the walls at the center in the sky was the rim of the bowl that was being penetrated by Smack’s luscious cheeks, those of which spread nicely across the open area, allowing for their pucker a perfect shot to the water below. Jet shuttered. Not from the cold water but the trauma that hole had given him, and he knew that there was more to come.

As if Smack was living inside of the poor deer’s mind, the giant folf began grunting softly, not having to push mush to get the log moving again. Jet could only lay, idly floating and bobbing the water as Smack’s shit peeked out from his anus, easily sliding out. The awful smell that had thankfully escaped his nostrils for a few moments was back and had powerful intensity of a bull ramming through the gates of his cage. Jet gagged and choked on any attempts to call out, it was far too late to go back now. The building sized turd hung above, slowly dropping closer to him, every second filled with squelching of its soft mass coming out from Smack’s bowels. Suddenly it came to a stop. And in a split second, the hole flexed and sent the building barreling down towards Jet, piercing the water and sending Jet’s helpless body careening through a tidal wave of now shit-infused water, toppling over himself and plunging his body under its lip as it overturned.

Smack let out a long, sigh of relief, having taken care of a load that had been storing up since the previous evening when he and his partner had a rather large meal. He reached for a ply of toilet paper, pausing as he felt more pressure. Placing his elbows on his knees, bending them and relaxing his body once more, he pushed against his hole, hoping to release this newfound pressure.

Thonk!, Jet’s head slammed against the porcelain shore the led up to the front of the bowl, right under Smack’s balls and sheath which stunk of musk from a long day at work. His ears were ringing from the impact coupled with is vision fuzzy and head loosing its balance. Jet could feel the light brown water lapping at his feet, washing off some of the gunk that stuck to them. Through his haze, Jet picked out the sound of the fleshy portal opening up once again. Before he could brace himself, the sound of another shit impacting the water and creating another a tsunami that pulled him under water once more, this time he could not hold back his suffering anymore. He used all of his might to force his mouth open, one powerful-short scream came out from his aching throat but was quickly snuffed out as shit water filled the new opening. Being forced to swallow the disgusting fluids as more of it washed over his body.

Everything fell still, turds bobbing in the water as the pathetically helpless deer floated back to the front. Above was Smack’s furry sheath, it bopped slightly, light prevented him from seeing what made it move. He realized that Smack was pointing it towards the water, and after a few agonizing seconds, a hot stream of yellow piss flowed from the tip. Striking Jet in the chest and pushing him into the watery depths, adding a yellow tinge to the water, and leaving Jet to contemplate his doom.

Feeling that both of his tanks were now empty, Smack reached for a couple ply’s and applying them to his sheath and anus, repeating one more time before depositing it into the water below. Standing to his feet, he turned to admire his work, something he always enjoyed doing when it was as big of load off as this was. Bending to flip the lever, an odd shape caught his eye. The doll!, Smack plucked the soaked doll with his claws and placed it onto the sink.

“Sorry little thing, must’ve given ya the ride of your life!” He didn’t expect an answer, though he did smell the damage his body had done to it. Grabbing some soap from under the sink, he turned the hot water on and plugged the drain to allow for it to fill. Picking the doll up, he started dousing it in soap, getting every inch before plunging it into the water. His rough finger pads scrubbed the surface, which was very soft and gave in to his force quite easily. Such a strange item to give a friend, whether he was thinking of Jet’s gift to Thomas or that Thomas wanted to share it with him, regardless it led to an eventful evening for a devious folf such as himself.

Once he was done, he laid a wash towel underneath it before walking out and switching off the lights, greeting his partner as they headed to bed.

Part 3

Hours upon pitiful hours rolled by and faded into memory. Smack had entered back into the restroom a few times, ignoring him say for a passing glance as he relieved himself. The rest of the time Jet spent in darkness, staring up at the roof, picking out little discrepancies that his night vision allowed him to see. That was day one.

As our hapless deer soon realized, day after day, it became apparent he was going to be stuck here for a long time.

This Fucking kills me, just let this hell end. His mind strained to stay focus in tune with the dull moments that passed on by. Jet could hear Smack and Eve having fun and fooling around throughout the day and even commenting on how Jet hadn’t answered their messages asking for him to come over and hang. God, I wish I could go back and just undo this stupid decision, nothing could make him happier than spending time with his friends, instead he’s been used and abused by two of his closest friends. Additionally, it seemed that Thomas had completely forgotten about him! Since that one day barrow by Smack has spilled into a two week endeavor, just lying here and staring as he licked water off his fur to not die of thirst. Maybe some sleep won’t be so bad, maybe if he died in his sleep that would be for the better, then tossed out like the useless cum rag his life has become. Soon after he allowed his eyes close, his mind slipped into slumber, his body relaxing and a small snoring to blurt out from his nostrils. Jet’s brain offered him some solace in this horrible time, as it did many times before when he needed an escape. Landscapes of soft fluffy cakes painted fields which he was able to walk on and play as he chased after one of his friends. On the outside his hoofs twitched and jerked in tandem with the imaginary movements within his skull.

Unknown to Jet was that it was early in morning, near the time that Eve was going to start his morning routine of getting ready for work, he usually played with himself a little but that was a secret seldom shared with partner. Smack’s a sweetheart but in the morning, he can be a real bitch, Eve chuckled, I guess that’s why he’s part dog. He slowly and carefully slid into the hallway, shutting their bedroom door as quietly as his strong paws allowed him. Eve loved and hated the design of this apartment, it left little to be desired with its open design and beautifully crafted countertops and up-to-date appliances in the kitchen and laundry room. A downside to its design was that his bathroom was on the opposite side of the apartment, but even that came with an upside. Smack wouldn’t be able to hear the shower or any noises he made while taking care of his morning needs. He did need something from Smack’s bathroom, a small toy that Smack had been going on and on about.

Carefully opening the bathroom door, he flipped the light switch and entered, immediately spotting a doll sitting on the sink. Eve was taken a back by it, an odd toy for sure and nothing like he had seen in Smack’s collection, so this must’ve been the toy he had been using the past few weeks. Quickly swiping it and clutching it tightly to his chest.

Jet tried his hardest to garner some of Eve’s sluggish attention, failing and finding himself wedged deep into Eve’s furry chest, getting acquainted with the stale smell of dried sweat that had accumulated during his sleep. Jet had spent many nights with Eve and Smack, he knew how hot that room could get with both of them, let alone all three sardined onto their queen bed. It was oddly comforting to feel the warmth of Eve’s body, something he hadn’t felt from anyone in so long that it almost brought Jet to tears since this whole situation was his fault in the first place. Soon these comforting feelings escaped Jet as he was placed onto a different sink but the same cold feeling he had been subjected to for the past few weeks. He faced upwards, the bright light beaming down onto him as Eve shuffled around, hanging up a fresh towel and stripping from his pajamas. Jet watched Eve’s handsome body become revealed before his eyes, their curvaceous ass jiggled and wobbled as their tight underwear released them from its tight prison, their light purple fur that lined the inside of Eve’s ass flashed at Jet, reminding him of the hell he had endured from Smack. As Eve turned to face the sink, and Jet, a furry sheath filled his vision nearly touching him as Eve leaned over the counter, examining himself in the mirror.

“Are you ready little thing? I’ve been needing something small and helpless to play with for a very long time.” Eve’s voice sounded promiscuous and as he looked down at the doll on the sink, he could feel his dick becoming erect.

Eve’s eyes were trained onto Jet’s body, scanning him up and down, analyzing him like a prize that had just been won, not to mention the words that were still bouncing around his mind. That’s when a strong smell of musk caught Jet’s attention, not wanting to break from Eve’s gaze, he could see a pink pointer out in the bottom of his sight. Fuck fuck he’s getting hard just looking at me, what the hell does have planned for me? Can one of my friends not want to fucking torture me? As Jet lie at Eve’s mercy, he watched his paw come over him and grabbed him from the counter, this time with more force than the first time he picked him up. The sound of water rushing out from the showerhead rung through his tiny ears as he looked at Eve between the gaps in their fingers. Even if he cant see it, Eve’s growing erection could be felt in his firm grip, like a man waiting for his meal to be delivered to his table.

Stepping into the shower, Eve shivered as the cold water doused his back, tightening his grip on the doll which gave in under his mighty fingers. Eve stood still, letting the water heat up and wet the rest of his body, spinning slowly as heat rose, reaching its perfect temp.

“Ah that feels good, lets get all lathered up.” Eve bend over, water rushing over his head and wetting his fur more, picking up a bottle of body soap. Click, the top of the bottle opened and was pointed at his newly acquired loofa.

Jet lay suffering in Eve’s paw, streams of water gushed over him as Eve’s fingers were over his head, which was mercifully stopping water as Eve clicked open a bottle that Jet could see. Suddenly a cold stream of jelly substance punched directly into his torso. Goosebumps dotted his skin as another object punched into him, Eve’s index and middle fingers began massaging the soap, causing it to bubble and froth, soon white foam took over his vision along with the overpowering smell of pomegranate. When Eve decided it was enough, he retracted his digits and lifted his arm. If Jet could see past the foam, he would’ve been trying his hardest to protest, instead he lurched forward, propelled quickly by Eve’s paw. Coming into contact forcefully, his muzzle burying deep into Eve’s flesh. Mistakenly taking in a breath that filled his nostrils with intense manly musk that made his eyes water, that was when he noticed a thin slime of accumulated bodily sweat. Jet let out a muffled scream that when unheard as he was pressed harder against the surface, Eve thoroughly dragged him up and down, turning him over to use his back as if it would give a better scrub. A lovely hum rumbled through Eve’s body; he was enjoying this feeling of Jet’s body scrubbing his pit. For a moment he was pulled back, traded paws, and shoved into the opposite pit. Jet neck shot backwards as it came into contact with Eve’s stinky armpit, a rush of blood flooded his mouth coupled with an intense pain unrivaled to anything he felt before.

Eve hummed happily, he had been thinking about doing these things to a micro for a long time, specifically Jet who had been so eager to be micro around him before and now he held within his paws an identical doll to take the brunt of what he had instore.

Eve’s fingers dug into Jet’s body as they twirled him around, using up what little suds remained on him. Those same fingers then gripped him and pulled him away, allowing a torrent of water to rain onto his body, trails of dirt and grime colored the water that fell from his body. Eve’s grip loosed slightly to let water stream down Jet’s back, after a few seconds he jerked out of the downpour and was greeted by Eve’s muzzle.

“Now that my pits are down, my backdoor’s been needing attention and some detailing done”

With that just was swirled around by Eve’s arm and plunged headfirst between his wet ass cheeks, potent smells of ass sweat, shit that stuck to the inside walls, but horrifyingly of all those things was the plump grease-lined pucker that lie directly ahead. Jet’s antlers sunk into the rubbery flesh easily with his head following, his stomach was lurching as the prevailing smell of shit invaded every breath he took. When his head was fully grasped by the anus, Eve let him go, chewing on his body as he flexed his butt hole.

“Oh yeah you feel good down there, but your job to pleasure is in a few moments.” Eve let his new wash toy stimulate his prostate for a little while longer, his tip unsheathing and surging upwards, he swore that the little thing was moving, struggling even but he knew that his mind was making it up, although the thought of Jet fighting against his ass made it feel better down there.

Jet couldn’t take it anymore, the only air he took in was the stale, shitty oxygen that pervaded Eve’s sewer system which rumbled and shook from something beyond his mind’s reach. That was when the stench he started growing accustomed to became stronger, a gust of wind stirred up inside of the colon’s walls, getting ready to blast Jet’s poor body. He had avoided suffering a fate such as this since Smack had left him alone a few weeks ago and now Eve’s ass was going to make him suffer once again. Jet felt a finger on his back, Eve was going to have him feel every gust of the gale force from his bowels.

“Ooooh yeah,” Eve let out a loud moan, the hot gas passing through his ass cheeks and the tiny helpless doll was making him more randy. Poor little thing was bearing smells of yesterday’s meals.

Eve’s gastric blow out was even stronger than anything Smack could’ve dealt out; it seemingly went on longer than Smack’s too. Lasting at least 30 seconds, staining his fur with the putrid scent of shit that had been stuck within Eve’s colon. Once the rotting wind had washed over him and dissipated into the outside air but stuck within Eve’s thick ass, Jet felt a tight grasp around him. Expecting to be pulled free from this hell, no, instead he felt his body start to turn. Growing in speed gradually, that was when Jet realized that he his fur was pulling off a film of grease that had built up around the anus’s surface, along with tiny freckles of shit that dotted between the wrinkles. Eve moaned out, loving Jet’s torture, of course he didn’t know that this was Jet he was doing all this awful things to. Eventually, his body was left limp again, dangling out of Eve’s anus. Jet’s neck was yearning for this pressure to stop, and he could go back to his normal life.

Bringing his fingers up to his nose, Eve took in whiffs of the musky scent that reminded him of being buried under Smack’s ass, struggling for air as he giggled and grinding against his snout, making him smell and lick up all the sweat from inside his cheeks. Deciding that he had teased himself enough, he reached around, pulling out his little toy, dangling it by the leg. “Now now little one, we are going to have some fun” A devious smile appeared across Eve’s face, chucking at the destroyed and rough state the doll was in.

Jet’s disoriented view allowed nothing, he felt like he was going to vomit from the spinning, eventually his body was the only thing moving as he swayed side to side. Through a mist of tears and water, he saw where he was heading and immediately felt shock strike his nerves as Eve’s throbbing cock twitched before him. His diluted senses could still pick out the intense musk that seeped off its tip. Enticing as ever, the mainly scent that filled Jet’s lungs at every breath made him hard, which had hoped when he went unnoticed by Eve.

“Heh this thing as working anatomy. Its good to see its enjoying the show” Eve huffed, straining to wait for the toy to be inserted.

Jet on the other paw was flushed red, watching the slowly approaching cock hole, smelling the musk grow strong with each passing moment. His face pressed against its soft flesh, squeezing in with a little force by Eve, who was moaning loudly, his cock shuddering from the stimulation. Jet’s shoulders were the widest, having gotten them form his mom’s side of the family. He could hear Eve wincing at their girth, ironic as Eve’s own girth swelled around, providing a heat unlike that was found inside his ass. It wasn’t as dark as he thought it was, Eve’s cock glowed a bright red that gave Jet some insight to his oncoming destination, not like he could stop it now even if he wanted.

Before him was a dark hole, pulsating flesh shaking his view every few seconds. Jet’s movement had come to a halt however, his legs sticking out awkwardly and flailing around wildly as Eve’s began stroking his length, heavy moans rattling through Jet’s ears.

Eve propped himself up against the wall, allowing for water to slick his cock as he began growing more and more eager, the feeling of a soft sounding device made him feel near completion, combined with his prodding fingers that pried his asshole wide open, gliding up and down his prostate. Eve’s mind drifted off to thoughts of wonderous experiences where he and a friend went rampaging through a village of micros. He got to catch and stuff some down his cock and up his ass.

Oh how they ran~, Flashes of tiny furs pleading before becoming nothing more than a red stain under his paw, began filling his mind, Eve needed to head back out to one of those villages soon, for now he had to take out his desires on this little doll. His cock needily throbbing and yearning for more attention, he reached for a flesh light. Flipping on the switch, which triggered motors moved warm patting inside the device. Not wanting to waste time in lubing up the inside, he shoved his cock full force into the toy, moaning at the warmth that bathed over his member, licking his lips in anticipation for what was to come. Viciously humping the device while letting out yips and sounds of pleasure while plaps filled the bathroom with every thrust.

Jet screamed through his bonded muzzle that felt less than a mouth at this point by some long object on his face, but the pain that surged through his legs as darkness shrouded him, he didn’t know where he was, but wherever he was, Jet was praying that it wasn’t deep inside the bowels of Smack or some other fur that happens around their apartment. His eyes used their high concentration to adapt to the darkness easily, allowing him to see a building pool of precum that rose up the walls, slicking his fur and make him slide down more. Moving closer, he smelled the strong smell of musk that flowed off the pool and only grew in its intensity given his location.

An inadvertent shout escape Eve’s lips, he was getting close, and he didn’t care what was heard beyond the four walls, humping growing more and more intense, now pre was leaking out through the entrance and squeezing out rivers of water that had become trapped inside. His breathing had gotten more out of sync, body quivering in from the stimulation, hot water raising his body’s temperature which was producing steam as the water splashed against his fur. The tiny doll slid down his cock, glorious sensations rocked through his body, goosebumps freckling Eve’s skin.

Cum started filling the pink chamber, Jet knew what was coming any moment now. He had slipped further down the hungry cock, which was happily devouring his body.

Then everything came to a sudden and forceful halt. Cum rushed to meet him, flooding his nostrils, and filling any hole on his body that it could. Followed quickly by a thunderous moan from high above, nearly shaking Jet as much as anything has. Soon enough the building pressure created by the raging seed of cum was too much. Jet’s body held for only moments before giving way and shooting backwards. He didn’t have far to fly before slamming backwards into a rubbery wall, that was gyrating and humming mindlessly. Jet didn’t have time to think about those aspects before gallons of cum gushed out onto him, wave after wave buried him in a sea of viscous fluid.

“Ah fuck, yes..” Eve took a moment to regain his breath, that had been one of the best sessions he’s had in so long. Removing the device and leaning his eye over the entrance, he could see the battered and beaten doll laying with its head barely above the large puddle of baby batter that had accumulated at the end. He couldn’t help but chuckle at how much that stuffed doll had gotten him off.

“Hey babe, you’ve been showering for an hour now, don’t be late!”

Smack’s voice sapped whatever macro energy Eve had been exerting and reminded him that work wouldn’t take “viciously jacking off” as an excuse for not showing up on time. So he placed his fleshlight facing upwards on his shower rack as to not pill his seed all over the rack. Finishing up a passable wash of his fur and lower regions, Eve stepped out of the shower and gave himself a decent pat dry, giving haste to his actions before leaving the bathroom.

Jet could still feel the heat from Eve’s body sticking to him as he lay motionless in the dark, eyes shut and trying not to breakdown from everything he had been through in the past couple days. He raised both of his paws to his face, rubbing and trying to calm himself. Wait…Jet opened his eyes and say pieces of tattered rope littering the surface of cum, disintegrating as soon as he laid his eyes on them. Using his newfound freedom, Jet tore away at the binds that gripped his muzzle, taking in deep breaths through his mouth as waves of relief, finally this hell was over! Now he had to wait until Eve, came back and he could explain everything.

Whenever that would be, for now he would allow himself some reprieve in his escape from what could’ve been the rest of his life. His dark tube of slick cum became alight when the bathroom overhead was flicked on again and his tube tittered slightly before being set in motion.

Smack’s muzzle came into view, grinning down at him with as much glee like a child that found a stash of candy in their parent’s room. “There it is, right where he said it was.”

Maybe Jet wasn’t out of the woods just yet…

The End?