So Fiel can feel loved
Greg walked aimlessly outside SouthPerry.
"Why haven't I touched her yet?" he thought to himself. "I bet she feels nice."
Just then he saw the object of his thoughts, the Chinchilla who had always caught his eye, sleeping in the sunshine under a tree. She had always picked that stop to rest. People would always pass by and give her treats every now and then, praising the cute little mascot of SouthPerry.
"She must be having a nice dream" he thought. For some reason, this made him feel a little aroused. "Now's my chance."
Greg walked up to where it was laying and reached his hand downwards. She made pleasing sounds in her sleep. His hand came into contact with her rotund body.
"At last" he thought. Chinchilla felt soft and warm to the touch, like a warm bag of oatmeal. Greg then proceeded to pick her up. He squeezed her quite gently. She stirred slightly. "Groggie" she murmured in her half awake state.
A devilish thought came into Greg's mind.
He held her tightly and ran into SouthPerry, heading straight towards the bathrooms. Checking that no one had seen him, he went inside. The room was empty.
Greg entered one of the stalls and locked the door. Chinchilla was awake by now. "Hon hyonn" she cooed looking up at him with her large round eyes from the toilet seat where he had placed her.
Slowly, Greg began to undo his trousers and pull them down. When they had been removed he quickly grabbed Chinchilla by her stubby arms and sat on the waiting seat.
Not expecting this, Chinchilla started snarling angrily at him.
"SHAAAAAAAAAAAA" she growled, attempting to intimidate him.
Seeing that this had no effect on her captor, Chinchilla's anger turned to fear at what was going to happen. This only made Greg more aroused.
"Aaaah" he cried as he ran her up and down, alternating between smooth and rough movements.
Chinchilla was now visibly terrified and wet herself all over his penis and crotch area. While he enjoyed the feeling of the warm liquid cascading onto his groin, he had been urinated on and saw this as a grave insult.
He picked her up and stabbed at her with his erect penis, causing further cries of fear from his pink haired captive. Greg then noticed the source of the previous urination, which must be the equivalent of a vagina for a human. It was still trickling urine.
Slowly, he lifted her up again, and then began lowering her onto his waiting cock. Chinchilla began thrashing to escape, knowing that something bad was going to happen, but it was no use. Greg's human hands were much stronger than Chinchilla.
"I wonder if it will fit" Greg asked himself as he lay poised to enter SouthPerry's mascot creature.
In one swift movement, he brought her down onto his penis, entering her opening roughly. He had no lubricant, and thus it was not an easy fit, and Greg was sure he felt tearing and rupturing on his way in.
Chinchilla let out a screech of agony as the foreign object which was Greg's penis buried itself deep inside her. Never had she been in such pain.
After a short time of getting used to his situation, where the only thing that happened were more cries from Chinchilla, he began thrusting into her. Holding her in place by her arms with his hands, he lifted her up and thrust into her, savoring her tightness around his penis. This carried on until he felt satisfied. He did not care that he was irrevocably damaging the innards of Chinchilla, indeed, the pounding had made it easier to move around and the blood acted as a lubricant as it flowed down onto his shaft.
Feeling himself almost and climax, he lifted Chinchilla up one last time. Her body felt limp now, her head lolling to one side, moving with the momentum he made. He brought her down onto him and ejaculated forcefully into her insides. Semen trickled down his penis, mixing with the blood.
Letting go of Chinchilla , Greg watched as she was suspended there, impaled on his penis, her chest rising and falling with uneven breath.
Pulling her off his penis, Greg went to the sink to clean himself of the blood and innards which had resulted from his conquest. Chinchilla just lay there in the stall not moving. After putting his trousers back on, he picked her up and went back outside to where he had found her. There was still no one to be seen. He set her down under the tree, and then left his prey in its grizzly state.
It was the end of Fiel's classes, and after checking on SouthPerry he went to where he had left Chinchilla so he could pick her up and go home. What he saw almost stopped his heart. Chinchilla was laying there on her stomach, facing him, with a trail of blood and a white liquid behind her from where she had obviously crawled a short distance.
"Pa..pa..ulo..pa..." she gasped as she saw him. He ran over to her and held her in his arms.
"Who did this to you?!" he asked, in anger at what had happened to her.
"Pau... lo..."
Chinchilla let out this last syllable, then her labored breathing finally stopped.
Greg walked aimlessly outside SouthPerry.
"Why haven't I touched her yet?" he thought to himself. "I bet she feels nice."
Just then he saw the object of his thoughts, the Chinchilla who had always caught his eye, sleeping in the sunshine under a tree. She had always picked that stop to rest. People would always pass by and give her treats every now and then, praising the cute little mascot of SouthPerry.
"She must be having a nice dream" he thought. For some reason, this made him feel a little aroused. "Now's my chance."
Greg walked up to where it was laying and reached his hand downwards. She made pleasing sounds in her sleep. His hand came into contact with her rotund body.
"At last" he thought. Chinchilla felt soft and warm to the touch, like a warm bag of oatmeal. Greg then proceeded to pick her up. He squeezed her quite gently. She stirred slightly. "Groggie" she murmured in her half awake state.
A devilish thought came into Greg's mind.
He held her tightly and ran into SouthPerry, heading straight towards the bathrooms. Checking that no one had seen him, he went inside. The room was empty.
Greg entered one of the stalls and locked the door. Chinchilla was awake by now. "Hon hyonn" she cooed looking up at him with her large round eyes from the toilet seat where he had placed her.
Slowly, Greg began to undo his trousers and pull them down. When they had been removed he quickly grabbed Chinchilla by her stubby arms and sat on the waiting seat.
Not expecting this, Chinchilla started snarling angrily at him.
"SHAAAAAAAAAAAA" she growled, attempting to intimidate him.
Seeing that this had no effect on her captor, Chinchilla's anger turned to fear at what was going to happen. This only made Greg more aroused.
"Aaaah" he cried as he ran her up and down, alternating between smooth and rough movements.
Chinchilla was now visibly terrified and wet herself all over his penis and crotch area. While he enjoyed the feeling of the warm liquid cascading onto his groin, he had been urinated on and saw this as a grave insult.
He picked her up and stabbed at her with his erect penis, causing further cries of fear from his pink haired captive. Greg then noticed the source of the previous urination, which must be the equivalent of a vagina for a human. It was still trickling urine.
Slowly, he lifted her up again, and then began lowering her onto his waiting cock. Chinchilla began thrashing to escape, knowing that something bad was going to happen, but it was no use. Greg's human hands were much stronger than Chinchilla.
"I wonder if it will fit" Greg asked himself as he lay poised to enter SouthPerry's mascot creature.
In one swift movement, he brought her down onto his penis, entering her opening roughly. He had no lubricant, and thus it was not an easy fit, and Greg was sure he felt tearing and rupturing on his way in.
Chinchilla let out a screech of agony as the foreign object which was Greg's penis buried itself deep inside her. Never had she been in such pain.
After a short time of getting used to his situation, where the only thing that happened were more cries from Chinchilla, he began thrusting into her. Holding her in place by her arms with his hands, he lifted her up and thrust into her, savoring her tightness around his penis. This carried on until he felt satisfied. He did not care that he was irrevocably damaging the innards of Chinchilla, indeed, the pounding had made it easier to move around and the blood acted as a lubricant as it flowed down onto his shaft.
Feeling himself almost and climax, he lifted Chinchilla up one last time. Her body felt limp now, her head lolling to one side, moving with the momentum he made. He brought her down onto him and ejaculated forcefully into her insides. Semen trickled down his penis, mixing with the blood.
Letting go of Chinchilla , Greg watched as she was suspended there, impaled on his penis, her chest rising and falling with uneven breath.
Pulling her off his penis, Greg went to the sink to clean himself of the blood and innards which had resulted from his conquest. Chinchilla just lay there in the stall not moving. After putting his trousers back on, he picked her up and went back outside to where he had found her. There was still no one to be seen. He set her down under the tree, and then left his prey in its grizzly state.
It was the end of Fiel's classes, and after checking on SouthPerry he went to where he had left Chinchilla so he could pick her up and go home. What he saw almost stopped his heart. Chinchilla was laying there on her stomach, facing him, with a trail of blood and a white liquid behind her from where she had obviously crawled a short distance.
"Pa..pa..ulo..pa..." she gasped as she saw him. He ran over to her and held her in his arms.
"Who did this to you?!" he asked, in anger at what had happened to her.
"Pau... lo..."
Chinchilla let out this last syllable, then her labored breathing finally stopped.
Stereo Wrote:I can't help myself.
Spoiler
Baklava entered the thread, insulted it, and turned to leave.
"Not so fast."
He continued to walk away -
Icy cold claws sank into his back. With chills running down his spine, he struggled to turn around, and sank to his knees.
"You're mine now, me pretty."
Reeling him in, Sarah smiled. "What did you just say about my thread?"
"It's a beautiful... a beautiful thread."
"I can't hear you."
"I LOVE THIS THREAD"
"That's right. But we're not done, yet." Sarah unfurled her wing, and wrapped up Baklava. Hugging him close to her body, he could feel something not-quite-human pulsing beneath her flesh.
"What... what are you?"
"More than you can handle."
Baklava felt his clothes dissolving.
"My oh my, such tender flesh. You really shouldn't mess with what you don't understand."
Sarah started stroking his chest, Despite himself, he began to be aroused.
"Isn't that cute. Well, let's see what we can do you for."
Sarah turned and grabbed a pair of vise grips. Carefully, gently, she gripped Baklava's urethra through his flesh. Squeezing softly, she whispered, "Don't you dare ruin this for me." With her free hand, she started massaging Baklava's throbbing shaft. Soon, his balls were swelling angrily, trying to spread their love juice. Increasing the pressure with the vice grips, Sarah carefully escorted Baklava to the door.
"Be a dear, and don't come back," she laughed, and released the pliers and shoving him out. In a great gout of semen, Baklava completely soaked RDal, who had been waiting patiently.
"You're next, RDal" crooned Sarah.
lol'd, thanks for that.