Tame Developments
Part 3

Written by Septia.


-Slltch- -Twwwmp- -Ttwp- A steady beat penetrated my rear. My consciousness roused to the clapping of meat, whilst my body remained numb and dreaming; caught in the interspace of reality and slumber. The rhythm ever present remained the factor that brought my eyelids to a twitching open state, peeking out. My vision swathed in stripes of brown and orange of Abyssinian fur, right at the plush belly — steadily humping towards me. Sensation lagged behind the sense of sight, and the rhythmic claps became apparent as Anastasia's crotch crammed into my pursed lips. 
	'Oh,' I though, 'Lilac is having intercourse with my mouth.' The thought hung around my head like a grey cloud — one which looked intimidating, yet not nearly heavy enough to cause sky fall. That was my only reaction? It perplexed me. Sure, Anastasia was prude and arrogant, but she was my cat, and imagining her grinding and smacking her crotch into my lips, humping her sensitive folds into my mouth, wasn't on the map of possibilities for me. At least, a few days ago it hadn't been. Her vulva was tepid, smooching into my lips, wedging past it, grinding in the taste of saliva and dried sardines in to linger in my throat. A taste that prickled my tissue as light jabs from bundles of toothpicks, each massage of odour branding my tongue and cheeks. I just laid there like a limp fish, a toy for her amusement -Ssllh- with a faint smear I felt filaments of Anastasia's liquid lust daub onto my tongue, the feline adjusting her paws over my head, keeping me down as she ground out her sexual tension. 
	The taste of brine viscous lard drippled onto my tongue, coagulating in to the surface, melting against my tongue — a bizarre image of a fried egg haunting my mind. The kick of saline had a smelling salt effect in my mind, clearing up the clouds of dread and facing me with the situation at hand. I couldn't just, lie and take it. Whatever was causing this, it was affecting more and more of them, and, I had to make it stop. I cherished them all dearly, but I couldn't care for them as a… toilet slash sextoy. my arms wouldn't listen, my muscles laid slackest like in the kitchen, when Lilac had claimed me… Desperate, I peered up towards her face, waiting until she turned her head down, and met my sorrowful gaze, my pleading eyes begging her to stop. 
	The rhythm ceased. Paws tapped down along my head. 
	My heart leapt. If even Anastasia could understand me, then there was a chance… 
	-Thhsswwp- She rammed back in, the reel putting force behind the thrust, lining up her crotch with my nose, as I felt the tip dip into the slick pit. Pleasure curtains pried apart by my bridge, she slumped over my head, tail swaying whilst she repurposed my nose for a pestle in her motel of meat, grinding out globules of crotch lube reeking of the concentrated brine and lust — what I'd imagine alcohol distilled from seawater and caviar would end up making.  
	If anything, she had more energy now, grinding and gyrating her hips to eek out her orgasm, her torso vibrating, and vulva clamping around my nose, as she let out a single, proud “mmreeor” and let the pussy nectar deluge over and into my nostrils, glazing me in her marinade of lust. 
	My effort had left me crushed once more. Lips trembling. It felt, so hopeless. Even as I tried to snort out the slick dew, and clear my tongue of phlegm, Anastasia rested her body over my forehead, the plush fur brushing against me, as cuddly and soft as when she was a kitten I had snuggled with. My eyes watered. I cared for her so much, I worked so hard for her, why didn't she… love me back. I quivered, twitches of motion spiralling through my muscles, but the abyssinian was already turning tail, wrapping hers around my nose, and brushing her rear up to my lips.


' Ha… refreshing. Really I was getting bored with the service of this place, but it is looking back up now, my fur is all tingly'. Anastasia thought to herself, elated finding such a pleasant drinking spot. It even smelled like her own litterbox from the time before, the feline delighting in letting her taut pucker ease up and unravel a solid gift for her husse. 


-Chrkskspgth- I hear it crinkling, the popping of grease slogged veins along the exterior of the egressing compost, -Splltp- pops of congealed lard smacked up to plaster the roof of my mouth as the length bent, pinching its cracks together. Black as asphalt, and an aroma to match oozed from the filth, a bowel baked clump of coal easing out of Anastasia's forge to wind into onto my tongue. -Chhrlslth- a sputtering crinkle reverberated from Anastasia's brim, tugged along the sticky surface of her own muck and snapping back whenever it stretched too far. The mound wedging through her brim riddled with wide fractures oozing of bowel glue, the structure and rigid nature equating it to a branch, sprouting from Anastasia's fertile bowels to budge into my tongue. The mound cratered my humid mouth carpet under its dense weight, jabbing my tongue back to the bottom of my mouth before it began to bend into a crescent across it, oozing its fermented fluids, immersing my taste buds in the flavour of wine-rusted dentures. 
	I wondered if she even saw me as her husse anymore. Did any one of them? Was I fit to care for them, to receive their care, or was I just doomed to this treatment ad infinitum? I had been forced to munch down muck from Lilac, Emperor, Andrake, Markson, Anya, and now Anastasia. One would think I could have built up an immunity, or at least a resistance… but, her manure trenched its way through my body and into my spirit, tainting it with fresh cracked sprinkles of a pepper mill filled with sewage, tasting the lack of emotion as it bundled up in creaking tangles on my tongue, sloping ever closer to my throat.  Tepid heat radiated from the branches of filth, with Anastasia blocking my mouth it was all gathering to fester in mud, every breath I took siphoned another gush of the vapours up my nasal cavity, swirling as a cyclone of rectal chimney smog, petering out of my nostrils between my wincing, quaking breaths. -Chhrhltpsthw-. Lilac brushed her rear up and down my face, guiding the length of muck up between my molars, using my teeth as a saw to cut into the rigid grime, chips of filth carved out through the trunk of manure, until dropping down to melt into a slurry of chocolate sea on under my tongue. Eventually, the trunk was felled, bundled up on my tongue as the remaining heap of roped butt mud. I felt them gliding back and forth, sturdy and rigid as calcified bone. I had thought Lilac's mess was hard, but this was iron compared to sandstone. 
	She unhooked my nose, and sauntered off of my face, leaving it crusted with muck oils whose stench lingered in the surrounding air. 
	“Mmrrf. Rreeo.” She sauntered back up. She usually, just left me be, but… maybe she wanted to be with me-… 
	-Frllrlrsssh- -Ssshhfrlrl- a stream of twinkling amber arched from her snatch, the feline huddling up against my face and unleashing a torrent of steaming urine down my mouth. The flood of pungent ammonia and odour of burnt copper washed up the stale reek of the manure, moistening the solid chunks, and beginning to wash them down as well. 
	My lips trembled, how many times did it need to take me to grasp how she really felt about me? How many more times would my hopes be dashed at the worst moment. Any hope of coughing up this cat calcified crud fled from me, as it flushed down my gullet in a wave of stinging yellow. My oesophagus contorted around the tangle of grime, coughs funnelled through the interspace between thick coils and tainting my own desperate struggles a foul shade of auburn, so much urine pooling in my maw, that I couldn't even swallow when I wanted to, forced to choke down the tangle of dense dung, until peristalsis kicked in, and I gulped it down in shamble swallows, downing the filth, along with my hopes -Chggloompgh-. 


~ 1 ~


I sought refuge outside, where Nathan, a place where most of my friends were in cages and terrariums, There was still this emptiness that wouldn't let me go, if I didn't spend time with them. After a while it was unbearable. I Fed Sasha straw after straw, the brown bunny chomping it down like a beaver. It gave me calm to have someone close. I opened the (henge) and plucked him out, rubbing my nose into his nape and feeling the bundles of fur caress me. So soft and comfy. Then, a flash of nausea… the same sensation when they'd used me, … even just snuggling with them… brought out discomfort. I let Sasha down, and looked at my empty palms.  'What am I supposed to do without them?' I had no answer. 
	“Aarf, wrraarf.” 
	I looked up, Emperor rounding the corner, his white pelt gushing in the light from passing through the leaves. And behind him came Kendra. Both had their leashes slapping the ground, chewed off… I witnessed the sight that greeted me everyday after I returned from the animal shelter, the joy of my life so eager to see me they couldn't hold in the run in their legs… and I was mortified… I haphazardly held up my arms, shaking my head. 
	“Wait, stay, sit.” I called out, though they were already on me, their pummelling forcing me back into the bunny cage, rattling it through the metal structure as Emperor pelted my face in brushes of spittle, worse… Kendra was gnawing through my soft pants. 
	“Pgh shoahgs, wait, stop don't go there, I am serious, Stop.” I called out, hollering at the top of my lungs, but Kendra only growled as they tore through my pants, dragging off shreds of fabric and chewing through cloth, till my pants were in shambles… my rear exposed, (bite marks imprinted in divots on my cheeks. Emperor peeked up, sniffing, and shuffled over to my crotch, lapping at my pucker, coating it in layers of spittle. 
	it tickled something fierce, and I clutched my sides laughing, soon both of therm were double teaming. My cheeks drenched in slobber and my chest aching form laughter. ”Phaha hs d-don'ts, gphaa of oms, you can't ppff ahaha, hwha, p-please let me be.” there was no joy in my laughter, thought the canines didn't seem to care… 
	With my brim glistening in saliva, Emperor crawled up my chest, tail wagging in joy, and his other tail following suit. 
	Something broke within me. The vision of Kendra's vacant stare as their shaft unsheathed, throbbing against my cheeks, coupled with the inferiority in my standings against their assault, whilst being forced into a laugh that consistently choked me… Even considering the past two days, it was the most haunting moment of my life. 


-Sphllrlrprgth- his cock pried past my cheeks, delving into my pucker, budging my tight pit backwards, unused to any kind of pressure, I felt spikes of ache spiral from the desperately winking flesh brim. It felt like hitting a rusted bridge nail into a block of marble, tremendous force exerted with each impact, the marble holding steady, but fissures beginning to sprout from the point of impact. Pinned under the weight of the two dogs, and light-headed from my heaving chest, my struggled only wasted energy… Though in the panic, I couldn't hold it back. A fluffy nose sniffed up at my hair, hopping up to my side as I was ground into the grass. Sasha was still loose. I turned my head, the bunny enclosure's hatch laid open from the impact, and more were huddling out to observe. 
	“Phs, haa, hahafn, pl-lples baahah, in your the pen.” I huffed out, gritting my teeth as the shaft burrowed through my brim, my whimpers caught in my throat. -Ppmpw- Sasha hopped up at my face. My laughter and struggles muffled under his variegated auburn coat. I wondered if anyone of them would ever listen to me again. Maybe they were just spooked by my voice. 
	-Sppfhrllt- A damp vent of noxious smog set me straight, the glistening grime of bunny butt dressing my abused maw in slime, I felt their brim quiver and ripple like a drumskin, and faint -Ghhrsbb- -Vhhrslgh- gurgles form the bunnie's guts, erupted into a storm of chocolate pellets pouring down my go as a slew of marbles dumped down a muddy rain catcher -Sppfltps- -brlpsltsh- -pblpbls- the avalanche of chocolate bonbons trickled down my tongue, jabbing into every nook and cranny it could find. Lodging behind my teeth, under my tongue, in the far back of my teeth and budging out my cheeks. I felt every orb of greasy bunny nougat enter me, bouncing against my mouth tissue and clumping together with others, hitting them out of the way in a twisted game of marbles. 
	Whilst my mouth was abused by Sasha, Kendra was dredging balls deep into my ass, straightening my colon around his engorged shaft, pumping into me with tithe force of a piston but the drive of horny hound -Twpwpth- -Tslslpw- -Twwwlsslp-. The rebound of his thrusts caused shock waves all throughout my body, dislodging mountains of building mud marbles in my mouth, knocking them over to plunge down my throat. -Googspmp- -Ooggmsp- too small individually to stop, only allowing me the privilege to know they had passed through with streaks of putrid manure in their wake, lubricating my throat for the oncoming hail of chocolate. 
	From one end pounded, from the other clogging. My mind lost down a drain of rippling dung tides and briny spunk, everything I tried lead to this… soon I could count the ones who hadn't used my mouth as an outhouse on one hand. “Mmfs, mgkgshs. Ghs.” my grunts and groans were muffled under fur and filth, even as Sasha hopped off I had to reel in breath through my nostrils, scorching my insides with the stench oozing form my maw. -Bbth- Another bunny had soon taken Sasha's place, wiggling its tush over my maw, and unleashing its deluge of auburn candy lumps. My cheeks bulging as a hamster's, little indents showing the individual pellets of sludge huddling in my maw, representing only a fraction of what I had already guzzled down. Tears budded and flowed down my cheeks, their salty character tainted in the odour of manure… It shook me to my core, that this was the one thing I had grown used to… 


~ 2 ~


“Ohaa, this is the best.” 
	“The best.” 
	“And so comfy.” 
	“Comfy comfy.” 
	“And I was sooo full.” 
	“I was the fullest, I knew it was comfy because you said so~” yeah. “
	'Yeah~.' the bunnies chatted amongst themselves, others in their pod coming closer to find out what all the commotion was about. 
	“Pff fmsms, haven't had a real bitch in years, I need thissss ssso much, thank than fmmsaooyouuuu.' Kendra howled out, scuttling his crotch close to briskly hump into the presented bottom. A stream of pleasure flooded through me, pouring out my shaft, and flooding the humid chambers of my mate. I howled and heaved, stumbling and squeezing my shaft deeper as it sprouted out a flood of batter, and inflated my knot deep down the trenches. Growls and whines came from the bitch, though muffled by the fluffy diners taking turns to sit on them. 
	'Mmfms, my turn, my turn'. 'Emperor insisted. 
	I rolled my eyes and started to pace back, dragging the bitch with me, humping backwards to dislodge my knot… their screams grew louder, front legs flailing and scareing off the bunnies, while back legs caved and bent in awkward shapes. -Shhglllrrrth- I dragged it backwards, hauling my length out of the moist caverns, huffing and staring off into the distance, focusing so I could securely… -Spthhthtowp- My dong sloughed out, whipping back into the grass with a double-ball sized knot, the bitch's brim broadened to fit a paw into the winking depths without touching the edges. A river of my, modest, spunk load drooled through the gaping pit, shaking out with spasms from the downed bitch. 
	“'so my turn?' Emperor asked again. Though, it seemed that our bitch was knocked out cold, head to the side, chest rippling in erratic heaves, collections of dung marbles rolling out their lip. I peeked over to Emperor. 
	'Sure, go ahead.' 


~ 3 ~


Locked up in the bathroom again. It pained me that I had to resort to this again, that I couldn’t hold my own.  It didn’t matter how much I rinsed my mouth, it was still there, everything was there… I was reeking like a sack of manure, maybe that is why they were all going for me, they saw something in me that I couldn’t see… And it was all waste. -Wwtpch- I was barely conscious about the slap until after it happened… Still holding my hand over my cheek, gripping the red mark left by my fingers. I took a deep breath and exhaled. 
	“We can do this.” 


~ 4 ~


 Interaction was kept to a minimum. I headed out and bought chains to replace the leashes, I fed and watered everyone without dawdling, barely getting a chance to see them, just in, then out. Towards the afternoon, once I retreated to my room, I slumped to the ground in exhaustion. This wasn’t how I wanted to live. this wasn’t the standards I wished to uphold. Where I shed every minutia and joy from pet keeping and animal care for efficiency. I dreaded to think that this avoidance was worse than… The alternative. At least, they were happy. 
	“Hhssssffs.” 
	My eyes shot open, I stared at my bed… over the edge, slithered Quetzal, bundling up over the edge in their trademark folds of the ball python. 
	“When did you, get out of your terrarium…” I mumbled. Then took a moment to observe him. His eyes betraying no intentions, though his head aimed towards mine, wherever I moved it… I rose, stern, commanding, treading towards him with all the confidense I could muster. 
	“We are getting you back in the terrarium.” I said and scooped him up into my embrace. 
	“Shshsssr.” he hissed, the moment I held him he darted over my arm, spiralling around it and slithering along my side. 
	“Stop this now,” I affirmed and tried to drag him off, his ivory scales slipping through my grasp. He weaved down my back, skulking underneath the brim of my pants…  
	“Wait… wait… Quetzal, Quetzal d-don-…” mmfpghh-…” 
	But he did…  I felt the round clasped head budge my cheeks out of the way, rump moulding to the wrist wide snaked body coiling out behind me, as he suck his face through the warped pucker, his smooth body barely disturbed by the grippling brim of flesh. -Shrsltlph- he pushed further, scales cool as metal sliding against the walls of my colon -sshshr- my cheeks parted at his intrusion, his movement growing languid when his head had passed through my brim. 
	“That, Enough.” I huffed under my breath, and reached back to spread my cheeks, and -Sppslth- shoved my fist up my rear with him. Pursed fingers clamping around Quetzal’s head, as the ache drummed through my frame. -Shhflrlrgth- I tugged, the secure hold letting me ease him out through my brim, despite his wriggles of protest. 
	“That… is not your terrarium…” I corrected Quetzal, and on legs of boiled spaghetti stuttering over to the glass housing, and easing him down, tail first into his habitat. 
	A heavy weight lifted off my chest. 
	“Buddy, you are the sweetest snake around, but husse has boundaries, and I haven’t enforced that enough, I realize that now.” I rationalized the past days under this claim, folding up the last of the ball python down the comfy habitat. 
	“So, from today we are going to be stricter about-.” I shouldn’t have let go of his head… he whipped up towards me, flung his frame over my ear, and coiled around my head. I frantically tugged at the snarl of serpent snaking his way over me, weaving his body around and around, mummifying my head as he reached lower and lower. 
	“Hts, enough-. Aha--. Ough…” I wheezed, Quetzal had his coils secure from under my nose, to my neck — a looping necklace of live, golden alabaster serpent. He tightened his body, until the point I calmed down, easing his curl to let me breathe. I watched his tail flick up at my face, then prod along the folds, lowering the coils until it found my lips, and nestled inside. 
	“Mm, g gpsm,” I gargled around the tail fed down into my maw, steadily breathing through my nose. 
	-Ppffrt-
 a flush of vapours polluted my breath in the expired whey from diseased milk. 
	The nausea sapped the strength of my legs, and I tumbled onto all fours, as the bulge’s along Quetzal’s frame steadily ferried along his plump body, curving towards my maw. The end of his tail arched up as a fishing rod, and I felt it brush and mould to the roof of my maw, and the chute under his parted scales let the pocket of tensile skin fold out onto my tongue, I felt the bulk already weigh down my head in a prostrating gesture, and his tail winding back and forth through my maw, bending the mulch through his bowels to come right down my gob. -Sppsltlrht- The flat end of a manure slab plastered onto my tongue, I felt the smooth, polished surface meeting at the heat of my mouth, smearing an odour of burnt grass over my taste buds, burying them in filth as the tail swayed back and forth, wrangled like the needle of a lie-detector, and it was swiping up and down like mad as I tried to deny the fate that had befallen me. -Sfllslrhth- -chrhrlloths- The chunk of tart bowel pudding moulded through the buffered scales, wrenched out as an apple width slab of gutter ore. 
	“Mfms, fmwog,” I panted, huffing in despair around the melange of putrefied muck, which had spent weeks marinating in Quetzal’s stomach acids, baking through his colon till it had been cobbled together into a solid trunk of fudge. It extruded in sluggish sways, gyrating up along the top of my mouth with the fishing-poled tail, and jabbing into the side of my mouth, I could feel it press in the bulk protruding my cheek around the flattened bottom, as if to brand my insides with Quetzal’s personal seal. Despite being such a modest snake, their batch close to mocked their own girth, -Sfllprsth- and I got to experience what it would be like as if he’d kept going at my rear, only twisted into an all the more abhorrent experience, as the pillar of fissure dressed snake sludge sloughed down my neck. -Oogmpgsh- my gullet bulged outwards, swollen around the girth deposited into me. Quetzal’s coils clutched taut, sealing it halfway down my throat. 
	“Mgmg, sffs" I garbled, shook my head, but he wouldn’t let go… I understood him now, and amidst dampened sniffles, -Osollgpsm- I kept swallowing. My neck bugled outwards, bending and squeezing though his coils like a mushroom that swelled up between two roots. The marred flavours of processed loam occupying my senses, and the lack of air mounting it, simulated what a burial by fertilizer would do to me. -Shhfflflth- He started to slither, bending and easing up just enough to let the mound dipping over his frame compact and -Ghhlrlsps- slink down my oesophagus. I sensed it budging in my stomach, heaving and huffing as I kept swallowing, crawling around on all fours and huffing in distress, I just couldn’t sit still. -Sppfhrhsht- a deluge of rancid water splashed into my maw, swallowing a titillate of vinegar. My cheeks puffed out, and deflated as half the urine siphoned down my neck, and the remaining projected out my maw, in a wet -Hhrualgh- -Ghouahg- I panted heavily, Quetzal jamming more of his tail in my mouth, clutching the grasp around my neck to remind me of my place in this. 
	I nodded, as if he would understand…they were animals, they knew not intention, their language was in actions, and that is what I had to do to appease him. -Glglpgh- -Ggspl- globules of compacted, smoothed snake batter barrelled down my throat, the lumps on Quetzal deflating a I nursed chocolate and lemonade, right from his tap, the torrent would not halt till I had drained it, or it swamped me completely…


~ 5 ~


I peeked in through the window, just about getting my head up over the sill with the new leash, and observing all the commotion. To my surprise, there was no husse in there, buinstead a new dog. A dog with a big, shiny, fancy-pants collar wrung around his neck, and scrambling across the carpet and leaking all over it as they gargled and made frail imitations of barks. I huffed and snarled at them. ‘If husse found out we’d messed up in there, he’d be so upset. Some pups have to learn the hard way,’ I thought, witnessing the oddly furless dog tumbled over to his side, flailing and kicking with his legs with a hollering whine, ‘you don’t upset your husse.’