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Posted on 2022-03-21 23:27:10
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Medium story by artist and one of the commissioners, <<www.furaffinity.net/user/shadowrift|shadowrift>>: It was odd.

All this time the reptilian creature stood stock still in its containment cell. Acting more like a statue than a living being. The only sign proving otherwise was its heat signature on the instruments. But even then, it wouldn’t have been a far cry to call it an oversized figurine.

So it was odd that it was moving now.

Keena should have felt more surprised. For something that had been still for weeks, it was now beckoning with such a fluid confidence. Claws curling and drumming against her chin with none of the rigidness you would associate with a statue.

She had never gotten this close to it. In fact, she wasn’t supposed to. There had been some warning about breathing protection. But as if to counter that, something dark and sinew drifted by Keena’s snout, giving her a waft of whatever wonderful something she was supposed to be protected from. That something that told her to stand there and let the reptilian’s fingers crawling along her chin like a…

“Good girl,” Keena heard the creature speak for the first time. Its voice was smooth but firm, its once stone-faced expression settling into a grin.

“G-guh…” Keena mumbled a half-sigh, half-word, a sliver of drool pooling out of her jaw. Something was telling her to repeat the words, but the same something told her to keep mouth closed. It was a game of edging. One she knew Ra’zak wanted her play out.

Ra’zak. The creature had no known name, but it seemed obvious now as another tentacle gently brushed by Keena’s snout. It was a name she wrapped onto readily. Much like how a tentacle was now wrapping around her exposed tit.

A squeeze at her nipple made Keena aware that she was nude. There was a vague feeling of cloth at her feet. She been stripping this whole time. Obeying some unheard command as sinewy tentacles wafted those delightful scents into her nose. It was why Ra’zak had called her a…

“Good girl. It feels nice doesn’t it? You like it don’t you?”

There was another tentacled squeeze at Keena’s now hard nipple. The muscles in Keena’s jaw trembled to moan her agreement, but some vague incessance kept her mouth shut. But still she had to answer. She had to be a good girl. “Nnnngh...” Keena groaned, a sheen of juices oozing out of her pussy.

Ra’zak cradled the ganect’s jaw as tentacles began wrapping around Keena’s limbs, lifting her up and bringing her body level with his face. All the while the sinewy appendages groped and teased at Keena’s nipples, drawing out enthralled groans and shudders from the girl. Another tentacle had curled around her thigh, Keena’s shudders making her dripping pussy brush up against the tentacle, earning even more excitement.

Ra’zak locked eyes with his thrall. “Tell me you obey like a good girl.”

Two tentacles traced by Keena’s trembling form. There was the one at her snout, wafting in Ra’zak’s mind-melting pheromones without pause. The other pressed against her moist entrance with its stalk, rubbing up and down as if to lick at her slick mound. But even her the throes of the mind warping pleasure, Keena knew she had to be a good girl. “I’m a good girl. I obey,” she sighed out. Her body shuddered and juiced at the admission. Submitting to Ra’zak, to her master, was hotter than any of the teasing.

A tentacle slid into the thrall’s moist entrance in approval. Keena’s lips gaped open and repeated her purpose with an empty mind and full pussy. “I’m a goooood giiiirrrrrl. I ooobeeeyyy.” she moaned, feeling the sinewy appendage pump with each syllable. Each throb drew out another sigh of submission.

“I’m a goooood giiirrrl. I obe-agk” The last half was cut short as a tentacle stuffed itself inside Keena’s mouth. The mind melting scents pumped into the thrall’s maw, pooling into her cheeks before dripping out. Her face went slack with the mind-numbing bliss of obedience the concoction gave. But even as she lapped and tongued at the wriggling appendage, she kept being a good girl, gurgling out “Ah a gook girg. Ah Obeeeygh.”

On and on and she went. Dripping juices from both ends as dark, sinewy tentacles pumped and squeezed from each and every angle.
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