The Corrupting Commission Pt. 14

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

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Sara's perspective

My mouth... I had been so focused on the dull darkness closing in around me that I had not realised that my tongue felt thick and heavy in my mouth. And there was that tingling ache all over my body too, cocks jetting off, too many pressing through me as orgasm after orgasm smashed through my attention. I felt Ciri move away and I could not blame her, not as she didn't clearly want to be covered in my cum. Oh, that was embarrassing, in a way that turned me on, but I could barely even register my wet pussy, not as climax rolled through me, powering and pulsating from cocks and my cunt alike.

It didn't matter where it came from, but my heart pounded as my mouth pulled in, sucking closed around my tongue, little by little. I did not know if it was the adrenaline pumping through my system or if it really was stretched out for that long, but I felt everything.

The throb of the cocks, spurting cum.

The ache of my tongue pushing out, slowly forming into a cock.

How my throat felt tight, closed up, but didn't stop me from breathing.

Swallowing... That was a different matter. I groaned, muted around my sealed mouth, lips pushing out to add even more flesh to the cock. Slowly, it sealed fully.

The last thing I managed to say was asking Ciri to visit me, but it was mumbled, nothing words. There was nothing of me left and I didn't even know if Ciri was still in the room, blinded by cocks and dulled by the roar of so many orgasms, every last one of them pumping through.

My mouth ached and ached and yet the heavy pull of the balls forming, right at the base, could not be ignored either. It was as if there was something heavier there, something thicker there, the flow of swelling cum pouring into the nuts. The skin strained, stretching, though it was how it pushed out awkwardly against all the other cocks and balls on my face that was the most difficult to bear through, too much pressure all crowding in at once.

I hear you.

I started, but hardly jostled. A voice...in my head?

Who's that?

Me, the Fae. Laurel, you can call me. This is the only way you can speak to us now.

What about Ciri?

No, not her.

I shuddered. No more Ciri, no more talking... The sense of fullness in my face and mouth -- well, it wasn't really a mouth anymore -- grew and grew, as if there was a pressure in the back of my throat too, salivating but...it had nowhere to go, slipping back down my throat. My brain pressed back and forth, unable to tell just where things were going, but the ache was there, the push, the throbbing of a new horse cock jetting off into beautiful, glorious orgasm.

Cum splattered from the cock that had grown from my tongue and mouth, using the flesh from both my tongue and the inside of my mouth to form it, though it didn't matter what had gone where. It only mattered how thick and heavy it all felt and the orientation of my body... I was on the ground, yes, but I didn't know what was up and what was down anymore, for it did not matter.

I was just there, climaxing, over and over and over again, a blob of breasts, cocks jiggling, balls seeming to swell more and more. Everything that I rubbed against, my body squirming faintly, the cocks jostling for position, brought more and more pleasure, the pulsating stretch of another breast finding a gap on my back (that wasn't really there -- it just made space) to grow into making me moan.

Mutely. For all my cries were sealed away, the perfect, silent orgasm machine.

I couldn't move. Hardly jostled. The Fae laughed at me.

"Oh, you got what you wanted, didn't you?" He chuckled and I could almost see him shaking his head. "We'll keep her indefinitely, forever... Yes, Taro, I think I have great plans for this one. Maybe we don't need to worry other humans for a time, if she will prove to be entertaining enough. And Lara...that one can come too and maybe we will relent on her too, in a few years' time."

That was all I could hope for, succumbing to climax, trembling, spurting, not sure what substance my body had anymore.

I had a moment, however, to send one last thought to the Fae, Laurel, hoping they were listening.

Thank you.

Despite my fear, I'd gotten the horror that I'd always wanted.

Continued in part fifteen...