Out Of Character
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"...pressing your leaking, dripping tip between my lips, running my tongue along the slit and then slowly pushing it further in, my jaw pulling open wide to try and take it all in."

Cain's orange-furred finger hovered over the return key. There was a strange, sinking feeling inside him, something telling him subconsciously not to push it down. He read over his post: no typos or grammatical errors, just a paragraph filled with juicy Buizel-on-massive-cock action. This role-play really was getting heated now! Despite the time difference between him and his partner, they managed to get things going right away. And man, those descriptions of enormity were so precise and life-like that he could almost feel the massive endowments before him, the details exuding from those words almost palpable, down to the very textures, scents and sounds. And all that despite his playmate saying he was totally new at this...

He nodded to himself, disregarding the odd feeling and just pressing down the button to send off his message, eager to continue the exchange. He leaned back in his chair, the back rest creaking a little as it swung back, pulling his eyes off of his monitor and instead focusing on his own shaft pulsing between his legs. Ruminating on the thoughts of that fantasy of massiveness, wondering just to what ends this play would go when its beginnings were already so salacious that he could hardly even keep his hands on his keyboard. He reached out, brushing his fingers along the sensitive flesh, feeling the warmth radiating off of the tight skin. Every tiny touch made it twitch, each one of his accelerating heartbeats making the conical, pink member pushing out of his shaft bounce with excitement, his imagination running wild, picturing himself squeezing between soft, sloshy orbs, buried underneath the weighty heft of a fat, oversized cock surging only larger, pressing his snout into the slit and feeling his gut swell out from the deluge of thick, hot seed spewing out and filling into him... he wrapped his paw around his member and gave it a little squeeze, his webbed toes curling subconsciously and a cooing breath huffing out as he felt the heat rise inside it. His face flushed a deep red, almost burning from his pent-up need and unyielding desire. His urethra bulged out, contracting over and over, pumping viscous liquid up its length until a thick drop of precum squeezed out between the puffed lips at the tip. It formed an off-white, translucent, shiny bead, wobbling on its perch for a few seconds before collapsing and running down the side, making its way down the grooves and valleys in the flesh squeezed by a set of fingertips, glistening in the combined light of the last rays of the low-standing, evening sun and the cold glow of streetlamps flickering on peeking in through his room's window.

Which made him let out a sigh, loosen his grip and give himself a push off of the floor, rolling his chair over to shut his blinds. For a moment, he took in the view from his recently purchased home. While it was a nice neighborhood, a pretty sizeable collection of fancy mansions that made his regular old home look almost like a shack in comparison, it was more than just suburban. Sitting upon the side of a hill, the nearest town lay down in the valley below, several miles away. The seclusion surely was part of why the price of this place was such a steal, with the addition of several streams running down from the mountains above and a few lakes dotting the descend here and there making it quite a nice place to relax.

The bloop of a notification sound made him perk up again, twisting the blinds shut and closing the curtains quickly, before briskly wheeling back to his desk. He brushed the dark hair out of his face and focused back on the text of his monitor. A smirk formed on his face as he read his partners response, cocking his eyebrow in confusion.

"hhjold onn tight iiim gonna ccum!!"

It felt so out of place considering the prior eloquence of his partner. It was so blunt and direct, so out of character to just blurt it out like that, like someone just barely managing to get the words out before being overtaken by their climax. Maybe that's what he was going for? No matter, Cain didn't quite want to let this end so quickly. He didn't set out just to smooch his partner's tip after all.

"(Already? But we barely even got startrewq~11!qQ21"

Okay, he didn't mean to type that. Or send it out in this state, for that matter. But the sudden, violent quake shaking his entire place made his fingers slide around his keys and made his out-of-character post look like a transmission error. He shuffled around in his chair, pulling himself to his desk properly, setting his toes to the ground and holding on tight to the armrests. There was still an incessant rumbling reverberating through his home. He could feel the hairs on his tail swing from the vibrations, getting continually stronger. Furniture started to rattle, the walls around him beginning to creak and the glass of water on his desk splashed up. The noise was getting louder and deeper, a strange gurgling, roiling, groaning, like a huge mass of compressed liquid building and building at the brink of bursting forth from its compressed confinement.

With a click, his screen went dark, the fans on his rig whirring down to a halt. His questioning face staring at the matte surface, the shape of the chat window quickly fading out of the liquid crystals. The lamps outside went out as well a moment later, leaving him in darkness and giving him neither the chance to fix up his message nor to read a response to his spew of nonsense. Before he could let out a sigh of frustration, he felt his stomach turn.

Without warning, he'd lost his seat under him, sent soaring through the air, while deep, booming noises made his ears ring so much that he could hardly hear the splintering of his furniture slamming into each other, his window shattering from the shockwaves and his monitor, computer as well as any other adornment on his desk being flung all the way to the ceiling, noisily breaking into pieces. He came to an uncomfortable landing, tumbling and sliding along the slanted ground until he hit the wall, the blinds and curtains coming clattering down right on top of him.

Cain fought and clawed his way out from the fabric and plastic with all fours, grabbing and throwing the whole pile off to the side. He relaxed a little, panting from the ordeal. But his shock morphed into frustration right away, getting cut off from his thoroughly enjoyable play so abruptly. Crossing his arms in the darkness, he started to murmur to himself. He should have known this house was *too* good of a deal. By his luck it was built right on the fault line above an underground mine or something! He really should have gone for a place downtown instead, spend a little more on something a little smaller and not having to deal with it coming down on his head, crumbling apart at the seams and-

He squeezed his eyes shut as his entire room was flooded by a yellow glow, so bright that it still shone through his lids. He jumped up, wobbling on the unstable, shaking floor, shielding his eyes and trying to squint out of the window bereft of its glass. The sight made his eyes and mouth draw open wide, despite the searing waves of light and heat blasting into his face.

What used to be the view down onto the town was now a cliff overlooking a ruined wasteland ravaged by an unseen force. Deep fissures having broken apart the landscape into which all those lakes were rapidly draining into, the hills ripped apart and cracking at the seams, the entire countryside deformed. Those cracks went so deep down past the surface that lava was spewing out from them, tinting everything in shades of red, orange and yellow, molten rock pooling in the valleys and blasting out from between the mountaintops torn asunder, making the streams come to a boil and evaporate into clouds of steam. That fiery glow from the inside of the Earth was shining so glaringly that it turned what used to be the night sky moments ago into something as bright as the middle of the day, the immense heat rising further and further, making the air waver from sweltering torridity. The crumbling mess of his house actually being one of the most intact structures in sight, sitting on a small plateau above a bottomless pit that was only widening around it, the entire neighborhood collapsing and plummeting into the depths of the Earth.

As he looked on, he watched the formerly solid ground before him rise and fall like tides, the land deforming all the way toward the horizons. Tectonic plates were pulled apart, mountain ranges crumbled and entire stretches of land were buried under lakes of red hot lava, while at the same time new mountains rose up, the chunks of crust crashing into each other, crushing everything between them, warping and snapping as they rose skyward, new peaks forming right before Cain's horrified eyes. The entirety of the land that he'd known was now little more than wet clay at the mercy of an unseen force. Over and over again, the entire Earth seemed to jolt and surge, another massive quake ripping through it, another heavy, thooming noise echoing in from the distance, some massive impact incredibly far away, maybe even on the other side of the world, but still strong enough for the shockwaves to blast all the way through to him and ravage everything in their wake.

A strange force began to pull on him. He gulped, pulling his eyes away from the devastation and peering into the reddened night sky, no stars visible against the glow from below. Looking around, trying to find anything to focus on, he finally found a small, white dot, breaking up the searing redness of the sky. He blinked, the whirling shapes on his taxed retinas making it hard to focus. He rubbed his eyes and blinked again. That dot was definitely becoming larger. And rapidly so. The force pulling on him was getting stronger, a strange sensation of his own weight being lifted away from him. Dust and sparks ceased to fall and instead hung suspended in the air. The white dot turned into a speck, then into a blob. A fiery glow appeared around it as it reentered the atmosphere, the friction lighting up the sky, adding to the glow coming from the lava below. He could feel his stomach turn again, feeling the gravitational shift that caused pebbles and little chunks of debris to rise upwards instead of falling. The broken ground beneath him moaned under the stress of fluctuating forces of gravity, only shattering it apart further. The deep rumbling noise becoming absolutely deafening, the tone getting lower and lower the closer the blob got, until it was so deep that it was simply inaudible, yet overpowering and swallowing up all other sounds, leaving Cain to stand staring in the deafening silence of total chaos as the whiteness overtook the sky. It stretched to the edges of every horizon and beyond. The earth split apart beneath him, but he simply floated up among the chunks of crust passing him by. The glow from above stopped as it passed through the lowest layer of the atmosphere.

The dollop of seed impacted the surface of the world like a meteor of apocalyptic proportion.