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One hand scrolled e621, which miraculously worked in this universe, while the other stroked his gooey cock. “Oh, wow,” he browsed the website for the juiciest, most appealing lewd content he could find. His usual choices were Alphys, Narinder, Angel Gabby, Sam & Max… but he often found new subjects of interest from time to time, ones he never guessed would turn him on.\n\nThere was a faint click behind him, but he didn’t hear it. He was far too lost in the sauce.\n\n“I’m bookmarking that one,” he commented as he found a choice image of Max being eaten out by his crime-fighting partner Sam.\n\nSoft footsteps crept closer behind him. \n\nPuro went back to the homepage and found something particularly juicy. Before, he would have just looked at it and would have thought ‘fffuck’, ‘that’s gooood’, or something else gooner-like. However, circumstances had changed now. What sat on the front page was a Puro, his ass presenting to the ‘camera’ with a very large, puffy, musky donut. Surrounding him was a parade of cocks, spraying jizz all over his vanta black body. His white eyes shot wide open. \n\nAs he stared at it, large, furry hands wrapped around him. “Gooning to yourself now?” He knew that voice all too well. It was the otter who brought him here; the one who turned him into what he always wanted to be. \n\nPuro jumped. “GAH!” But he didn’t get too far, as Barty had him in place. “H-h-h-h-hi, Barty.” Defying all logic, as if that mattered in this realm, he blushed, the redness showing through his white mask. “I just, uhm, uh,” he tried to explain his actions, but he knew he didn’t have to. “I just found it is all, and I was, uh.” He turned away, seeing the otter smirking at him. Why did he have to be so charming all the time? His dorky face, the mullet that was so out of style but looked so right on his head, and the… well… everything! 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Daddy!”[/i] Barty had caught Puro in the middle of an edging session for who knows how long, and he was already near bursting. “I’m gonna cum!”\n\n“Oh, really?” Barty pulled his hand away. “We don’t want that, now do we?” He laughed, seeing Puro’s disappointed face. He was [i]so [/i]close. “Besides, I have a request.”\n\n“Can I cum if I do it?!” Puro didn’t know why he was suddenly giving Barty control over his orgasms, but it felt so good; right, even. \n\n“I suppose you can. If you’re a good boy~”\n\n“I AM A GOOD BOY!” Puro whined, thinking of what Barty had in mind. Was it something legitimate, or something lewd? Barty didn’t often come to Puro for favors of the non-lewd kind, but that’s part of why he loved the otter so much. He was so independent. No issues doing things on his own or struggling with the drive to do it. He was like Superman, but always claiming he wasn’t. No nonsense, and straightforward with his desires~\n\n“In all honesty, I don’t have too much experience with BDSM.” Barty admitted this with a sigh and a shrug. “But, I know you can help me get some practical experience.” \n\n[i]SNAP[/i]\n\nThey were instantly teleported to a dark, empty room. Puro fell to the ground; his chair was gone. “Now, I’m gonna ask you this, but I think I know your answer anyway,” Barty smirked. “Do you wanna be Daddy’s little sub, or are you gonna be the dom?” \n\n[i]SNAP[/i]\n\nBetween them, two pedestals appeared. An object was hovering above each of them, as if he were about to choose a class in an RPG. “Choose wisely, good boy~”\n\nPuro struggled with this choice. He looked at the two objects in front of him. To his left was a crop, and to his right, a ball gag. He [i]wanted [/i]to choose the ball gag. Barty knew that Puro wanted to choose this as well, creating a loaded question. However, if Barty wanted some good experience with BDSM, wouldn’t it be better to be on the receiving end? Puro struggled, like a child at a gas station buying a candy bar and a soda, but they were ten cents short to get both. \n\nImages of Barty, tied to a mattress while Puro whipped him, flashed through his head. He had a ball gag in his mouth and a blinder over his eyes. His jiggly ass cheeks would shake wildly as Puro slapped them with the crop, then reached into the darkness for a flog and would use that instead. The muffled moans of Daddy were so [i]tempting [/i]that it was hard to resist. He then tried to think of something else. \n\nDaddy lying belly up on a table, once again tied up. He wore a tight thong to protect his manhood. In Puro’s hands was a candle. Wax poured from it onto Barty’s rotund belly, making him twitch and make little noises. For once, Barty was making cute little noises. \n\nPuro was drooling, his face flushed with enjoyment.\n\nNo. That wasn’t good. Another!\n\nTied to the ceiling, Barty hung by his wrists and a hook around his back. He slowly spun around as Puro held a studded paddle, eager to slap his rear with it. Barty’s cock was rock hard, betraying any sense of ‘I’m not aroused by this’ that he was trying to project. Spank after spank, moan after moan, Puro leaned into the role.\n\nAlas, it wasn’t in his nature to be dom. He grabbed the ball gag. It disappeared from his hand and instantly appeared in his mouth, the band strapping around his face to the exact size. Barty approached him, knowing he would choose this. “Good choice, puppy~” Holding his gooey chin, he lifted it, making sure that Puro was looking into his eyes. There was a fire there. A fire he only saw when he had an idea for a story that was SO GOOD he couldn’t ignore it. “Your safe word is ‘broccoli.’ I know, I’ve used it in a story before, but it works. Say it for me, test it out.”\n\n“Hocholi.” Puro obeyed, saying the word the best he could. \n\n“Good puppy~”\n\n[i]SNAP[/i]\n\nThe room was suddenly filled with equipment. A swing that looked fun despite its intended use. A bench that clearly had one purpose and with clear places for arms and legs to rest, a rope dangling from a thick eye bolt and carabiner, already tied into a few knots for his body, an A-frame, and a long, tall shelf, filled to the brim with toys and tools of every kind. “Now, why doesn’t Puppy come with me?” \n[i]\nSNAP[/i]\n\nInstantly, his wrists were tied with Cat’s Paws, and Barty started pulling him toward the A-Frame. “Yes, I’m cheating with the knots. I wasn’t a very good Boy Scout, ok?” He grabbed Puro by the waist with his mighty muscles and locked him in place, the metal clasps keeping his wrists and ankles tight. After that, Barty grabbed a blinder from the shelf and placed it over his eyes. “You don’t get to see.”\n\nBarty had a plan. A convoluted plan that was a plan within a plan. He just listened to Dune again, and that line was floating through his mind. ‘Plans within plans within plans,’ and he thought of this. \n\nBut first, he needed to have his fun. \n\n[i]SNAP[/i]\n\nTight latex appeared on his body, black and shimmering in the low light in the basement. The thong over his lower half barely contained his junk, and a mask covered only the upper half of his face. Not like Puro could see anyway. The sexy little piece around his body was somewhat feminine, as it covered his upper body, but he didn’t really care. Why not have some fun of his own, right? The latex halter top with a keyhole opening cupped his manboobs like breasts, keeping them in the ideal position for a titjob should the need ever arise. The boots that wrapped around his muscular legs rose up to his thighs, already strapped and tied. They felt restrictive, but that was a small price to pay for aesthetics. Even the gloves slightly limited his movements. Everything was slightly squeaky, as they were just created.\n\nBarty reached for a crop on the shelf nearby and slapped it in his palm. “Now, listen, Puppy.” Barty’s voice shifted to one more commanding. “You be a good boy for Daddy, and you’ll get rewarded.” Puro moaned with delight. His cock was throbbing, just as excited. “I hope you know your little friend won’t be getting any action for a good while.” Barty scoffed. “Pathetic.” He swung the crop and slapped Puro’s belly, little splotches of goo flying everywhere. “And you’re making a mess?” Barty sneered. “Naughty Puppy.” Another slap with the crop, more splashes of goo. With every strike, Puro squealed through the ball gag. “You’ll have to clean all this up afterward.”\n\nWhat sounded like a ‘Yes, Daddy,” spilled through the gag as Puro wriggled in his restraints.\n\nWalking around him, Barty had a full view of his victim’s ass. Soft and jiggly, it was a prime target for spankings. Taking a wide swing, he struck the goo-wolf’s rear, the crack echoing through the basement, turned sex dungeon. \n\n“HOOOO!” Puro’s voice rang loud and clear, his maw opening wide enough to speak clearly. \n\n“Did Puppy like that?” Barty asked with a devilish chuckle. “There’s more.” He struck the ass again, watching it shake and wiggle. Puro’s gasps of shock and delight only egged him on.\n\n“I think Puppy is growing too used to the crop,” Barty said, tossing the tool aside. He reached around the frame and started running his hands across Puro’s face. His body was ever an anomaly. Goo in the shape of fur. It moved like fur, but it had the qualities of goo. His gloves felt the soft stuff that Puro’s body was made of, feeling soft yet sticky at the same time. None of his body’s substance clung to the gloves as he wiggled his fingers up and down his face. Barty could see Puro wiggling and squirming, making those little noises that he loved so very much. “Yes. Good Puppy~” Barty cooed. He grabbed his ears, rubbing them between two fingers. \n\nPuro would have started melting if he could have stayed in his restraints. Good puppies stayed in their restraints until Daddy said they could leave. Tingles shot through his body, making him vibrate wildly. His voice quivered. “Oh?” Barty asked with a smirk on his face. “Did I find a weak spot?” Puro nodded and responded positively. “Very good~”\n\nHe’d have to save that for later.\n\nAnother tool was needed. Barty knew Puro’s real weakness. \n\nHe was very, very ticklish.\n\nReaching for a featherwand, he grasped it and cackled. “Hahahahaha.” Puro turned and made worried noises. “MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” Barty grabbed a second one. Puro was distraught now. Whenever Barty really got into something, he tended to get a little crazy. Go off the deep end, even. “Now, now, Puppy. Don’t be scared.” Barty turned, a large, toothy grin on his face. A shame Puro was blinded at the moment. “Daddy has a lovely plan for you.” He raised his arms and took wide, heavy steps, spinning the wands in his hands like an idle animation.\n\nIt was almost like a horror movie. A threat that Puro couldn’t see was getting closer and closer. He couldn’t escape! He closed his eyes underneath the blinder and waited for something sharp, studded, or maybe even electric to touch him. His gooey heart was beating so fast. He didn’t even know he still had one!\n[i]\nthump-thump\n\nthump-thump\n\nthump-thump[/i]\n \n…\n\nNothing came. \n[i]\nWhat’s going on? Did Barty leave? No, that wouldn’t make sense. Why would he leave? Is he just waiting? GAH! THE SUSPENSE IS KILLING ME~![/i]\n\nPuro was suddenly assaulted by a soft, silky something across his armpits. His eyes shot open for a split second before clenching shut. [i]OH NO![/i] He screamed. [i]NOT THAT![/i]\n\nIt was unbearable. The tickle torture had begun. Everywhere on his body was so sensitive! The feather wands left no inch of his gooey exterior untouched. His sides, his neck, his nipples. His belly! Oh, his belly! He hated yet loved how he wasn’t able to curl into a ball and hide. His muffled laughter was music to Barty’s ears as he watched Puro squirm and try to escape. But then, came the best part. His toe beans were glistening in the light and were prime targets.\n\nSlowly working his way down Puro’s body, he skipped over the twitching, needy dick that was begging for someone to touch it and continued down his legs. The feathers grazed his toe beans, and a sharp squeal shot past Puro’s ball gag. “Oh, is this Puppy’s most ticklish spot?” Barty teased. Barty doubled down on his tickling. \n\nIt was getting harder and harder to speak now. Not that speaking would have done any good, but Puro couldn’t help making his cute noises, even if his voice was getting hoarse. OH [i]MY GOD! STHAAAAAAAAAP![/i] Puro begged. But he didn’t really want it to stop. He knew the safe word would make Barty stop instantly, but he didn’t want it.\n\nAfter what felt like ages, Barty pulled back. Puro was sore from not being able to laugh as well as he’d like. “Good Puppy~” Barty teased, tickling his chin with the wand. “Puppy needs a break. I need to set up my next thing for you anyway,” Barty cooed as he tossed the feather wands out of sight.\n\nPuro didn’t like the sound of that.\n\nA plush Substitution Doll appeared in his hand. So cute, so soft, so green. The supposed lack of eyes but charming smile only made this creature cute in a creepy sort of way. It was no wonder his friend Shifty used this as one of his primary forms. Barty needed to summon him for his plan. But, how does one summon an Eldritch creature? \n\nHe’d spoken to Shifty before about that, and the little green plush had been alarmingly verbose on the topic. Barty vaguely remembered a lecture full of pseudo-metaphysical jargon and mathematical analogues. Knowing the plush, it was entirely possible he’d made all that up for dramatic effect. \n\nBut there had been something useful, once Barty had insisted he summarize. There needed to be a vessel, which would serve as a blueprint for the being’s initial form in the world. There needed to be a boundary, within which the transformation would take place, a simple safety measure to contain what magic appeared during its manifestation. Then there needed to be a sacrifice, a simple prize or lure to entice the being here. Everything else was theatre, but appreciated, and sometimes necessary given the uncertain temperaments of otherworldly denizens. \n\nBut Barty was sure that the being would like what he found. He wouldn’t need to put much extra effort into the invitation.\n\nThe Substitution Doll would be perfect for the vessel. Shifty was so accustomed to it that it had become his de facto identity. For the boundary, hm…\n\n”Just wait here for me.” Barty gave Puro a kiss on the forehead. “You rest up~”\n\n”Hnnnnhf!? Whrngh?!” Puro tried to vocalise as Barty vanished. There was a clattering of pots and pans as the otter ransacked some kitchen in the distance, before coming back with a tub full of table salt. Practical and traditional!\n\n“Whrrrr oo hngh?” Puro asked, hearing the gentle pouring. He tried to remember what BDSM play used sand. \n\n“Nothing to worry about, just a little more setup here~” Barty put the plush in the middle of the rough circle. It was already looking the part! But now was the sacrifice. \n\nBarty brushed a paw against Puro’s chest fur, kneading and stroking it to assist thought. Puro flinched at the touch, then leaned into it, purring into his gag.\n\nIt was always blood in the movies, blood of some sort or another. That was pretty easy to find, and Barty could manifest as much of it as he wanted, but it didn’t feel right. Neither Barty nor Puro wanted the kind of pain that would make them bleed tonight, that would be particularly unsexy for them, and Shifty wouldn’t turn up if he thought the situation was unsexy. He could manifest as much blood as he wanted, but that would be very impersonal. \n\nOtherwise, then, bodily fluid? Sweat or spit? What would Shifty find sexy?\n\nBarty had a vivid image of what Shifty might do to him if summoned by spitting on his plush. That might be a fun evening, but a distraction from today’s plan. \n\nWell, that left one obvious option. \n\nWith a grin, Barty pulled down his tight latex thong and whipped his dick out into the open air. It was already half-hard, the better to tease Puro with. He took a long, slow breath out, focusing on relaxing one very specific part of his bladder.\n\n”Mmmhngh?!” Puro squeaked in confusion as the splattering noises hit his ears. The smell of pee hit his nose, leaving him even more confused. \n\nBarty gave a happy little sigh as he angled his dick, letting his stream arc through the air before splashing on the plush. It was silly, but he enjoyed the target practice. As the piss soaked into the plush, he thought about what came next. Shifty had mentioned this almost as an afterthought, a trigger phrase, not normally utterable by mortal mouths. \n\nGood thing he was an exception.\n\nHe spoke it. \n\n[center][i][b]Ph'nglui mglw'nafh R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn, zhro shoggoth mglw'nafh nygh h'yog-sothoth y'ha-nthlei! \nFtagn h'yog-sothoth, shoggoth zhro, n'ghft-h'nai h'yog-sothoth r'y'leh wgah'nagl fhtagn. Zhro'n h'yog-sothoth, wgah'nagl h'yog-sothoth, fhtagn n'ghft-h'nai h'yog-sothoth![/b][/i][/center]\n\n\nThere was an inrush of air. The shadows of the room lengthened, as if all light was being pulled to that one spot on the floor, where a corona of darkness was forming. There was a sense of depth, a tunnel to nothing hanging in the air, with tendrils of nothing snaking out of it. A chill crept along Barty’s fur. \n\nThe plush twitched, then started to hover.\n\nBarty hurriedly finished his piss and tucked his cock away as the plush floated, violet sparks of energy leaping out across it, earthing across its face, its closed eyes, ears, mouth, arms, legs, groin. The sparks moved like lightning, then pulsed like veins as they pumped something into the plush. \n\nThere was a hitch. The pumping stopped. A stray spark lurched out of the circle, earthing itself on the floor near Barty. He took a step back, alarmed. Puro’s cry was almost lost in the whooshing, rushing wind that came from the middle of the circle. \n\nNow the plush began to distort, distend, pulled by the head and legs until the seams would break. But there were no seams. The plush's felt was wrapped over with scales, glinting in the unnatural light. The thing bulged out to be almost spherical before being pulled into a long, thin cylinder and twisted up like a towel. \n\nThe face twisted. The thread that made up the closed eyes wriggled and opened, revealing eyes of purple on purple. The mouth formed as a rip in the flesh, ragged edges bordering a hole that Barty dared not look at too closely. \n\n“….kkkrrrrrreeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-”\n\nWhat was just a creaking became a voice, distorting like the tape being pulled out of a cassette as vocal cords formed where there should only be stuffing. The plush grew bigger, beyond the boundaries of its form, twisting into a grotesque mockery of its shape.\n\nThe plush arms grew out, spindly and long, with huge fingers at the end. The legs wrapped around with flesh, becoming wider as he sat down on plump paws. The pot-belly was counterbalanced by an alarmingly thin chest, with shoulders that were nearly just scales over bone. The light in the eyes darkened, then awareness seemed to animate the shape. \n\nIt crashed onto the floor, groping and pulling across the floor with one long, grasping hand. Puro gibbered, only able to hear the scratching getting closer and closer. \n\nBarty was just wondering if he should unmake the thing when it turned its face up to his, with sunken eyes and a mouth that was all malformed fangs, and spoke.\n\n”Pro-tip…” The voice came out breathy and ragged. “If you are ACTUALLY PISSING on something as part of a summoning ritual, make sure your boundary isn’t WATER SOLUBLE.”\n\nBarty relaxed. “Shifty?” \n\n“Shffyy!?” Puro squeaked behind his gag. \n\n“You did call me, right?” After a struggle, Shifty got upright on his malformed thighs, joints popping, his body stretching into place. “I have to admit, that was quite a rough landing. If I’d thought you were gonna experiment like this, I would have given you clearer instructions.” \n\nHe let out a deep, hacking cough from the depths of his skinny chest. “Anyway, nice to see you. It’s been a hot minute. I see you still have a slight cross-dressing fetish.” Puro’s ears perked up.\n\n”Er, yeah. Kinda.” Barty didn’t really think this through. “Are you… uh… okay?” Barty looked nervously at the puzzle of flesh that walked and talked like his friend. \n\n“What, this?” Shifty lifted a grotesquely inflated paw and brought it down with a slap on his corpulent, wobbling hips, before pulling it up to his emaciated chest. “I’ve had worse. Give me an hour or so for my energies to mesh with the world, and I’ll be able to reform myself however I like.” \n\n“Well, uh…” Barty blinked. This was undeniably Shifty, for all that he looked like a horrific accident. But if Puro couldn’t see him… \n\nHe looked down at that huge paw. The stress of transformation had left it dripping with sweat. He could feel the musk from here. The other hand was a long, thin claw with fingers that were practically needlepoints. \n\nThat could be fun…\n\n“Okay, Puro, we’re going to start touching you now.” Barty spoke clearly, letting Puro stiffen up. Nerves were getting the better of him, dropping half of the confidence he had previously. He reached a paw down and brushed gently against Puro’s thigh. \n\n“HNNGH!” The goo-wolf flinched, jerking backwards against the A-frame. Barty grinned. Shifty twisted his face in something that could be a smile. \n\nThe distorted creature reached up with his massive paw, pressing the sweaty flesh against Puro’s face, engulfing him with heat and musk all around. He let out a sudden surprised squeak, then pressed his face into it, tail wagging. At the same time, Shifty brought his long, spindly arm around behind Puro and touched those spiny fingers against the back of Puro’s neck. \n\n“GHIIII!” Puro’s body jolted forward; the prickling feeling against his fur had been indescribably wrong. He couldn’t help but push against his restraints as those needlepoints went lower, lower, lower down his back, around his oh-so-sensitive buttocks. He twitched and jumped each time they pressed a little harder, his dick stiffened through a combination of fear and excitement. \n\nUntil Shifty’s arm dropped off, Barty looked in horror at the squashy sound just in time to see the spindly flesh pull away from Shifty’s shoulder. It dropped, and by the time it landed on the floor, it was no more than a jumble of fabric and stuffing. \n\n“Is it meant to do that?” Barty asked nervously, watching the creature consider its missing limb. \n\n“I wouldn’t say so. It wouldn’t be an issue in a normal body, but this one seems barely able to sustain me. It is already leaking.” Shifty pulled his inflated hand back from Puro’s face. Purple sparks crackled between his flesh and Puro’s face, setting the goo-wolf squealing. \n\nHe dropped the inflated hand onto Barty’s shoulder, making the otter jump as if electrified. Barty shook as the heavy hand gripped him, even as flesh sloughed off, dissolving into stained stuffing on the way down. Shifty’s face looked lopsided as the flesh began to dissolve off one side. \n\n“This is your- fault.” The decaying reptile spoke accusingly. At the hitch in his words, he jerked, a seam of purple appearing across his skeletal stomach. “You-up the-ing. Need-ment.”\n\nShifty’s face took on a grin, stretched and warped on his decaying face. The eyes were more sunken, the cheeks more drawn, and slits of purple light appeared all over it. \n\n“Er… What?” Barty tried to ask. Shifty’s grin just widened. \n\nSuddenly, half of Shifty’s body tore away. The purple glow was visible on it for only a moment before it blessedly faded back into harmless stuffing. From the rest of the body, violet tentacles erupted, flailing in the air as the body jerked back around them. The rest of the body began to slump, drifting down. The shell was being discarded, revealing a more dangerous, primal form.\n\nBarty backed away. He’d invited Shifty, not, whatever this was. As he was trying to think, the tentacles jumped out and wrapped around his head. A jolt ran through him, his vision blurred, and he could feel invisible filaments spreading all the way through his brain as crackling energy ran across his fur. This wasn’t destructive; this was exploring him. \n\nTingling tension played across his forehead as a tenebrous tentacle arched itself towards him. It hovered, sparking with purple energy, then pushed through his forehead. It didn’t penetrate the flesh, instead moving through it as if it weren’t there. Wiggling about happily inside his brain. Barty could still feel everything it was doing, every insubstantial touch carrying damnable pleasure through his system.\n\nHe jerked and twitched, neurons misfiring as Shifty wiggled his way comfortably inside his mind. The next moment, other, more solid tendrils of darkness shot out. Two wrapped around his wrists and pulled them out, suspending him in mid-air. The rest wrapped around him, touching, rubbing, exploring. Everywhere they touched, they left a trail of violet energy, and everywhere they touched, they left a burning sensitivity that got worse with every second. \n\n“NGGGHHHHUUUUUHHH!” Barty grunted through gritted teeth, unable to form a coherent syllable through the overwhelming lust. Though there were no words, there was desperation and need in the message, a voice carrying passions and needs uncontainable by mortal frames. \n\nLuckily for Shifty, he didn’t exactly qualify as ‘mortal’. \n\nTentacles wrapped around his legs and pulled them open. Tendrils wrapped around his latex clothing and shredded it down to the atoms. A thick, throbbing tentacle angled itself towards those rotund cheeks, then thrust.\n\n“HRNGH-!” Barty jerked forward, his stomach bulging out with the strength of the blow into his guts. His limbs twitched as pleasure and pain were melded together in eldritch light and became an overwhelming, alien sensation. He grunted out as his guts were rearranged, his tailhole roughly converted into a fuckhole. \n\nBarty’s mouth gaped open as he was roughly abused, only to be stuffed full of thick tentacle. He jerked back and forth like a ragdoll as more tentacles explored him, searching out his holes. Small tendrils forced their way into his nose and ears, leaking purple stimulants as they went. His bouncing cock was wrapped up tight, tugged forward by a small swarm of tendrils. It was kept almost still compared to the rest of his body, as another, thin cable crept up the front. Just as a dribble of cum shot out the front, a slender tentacle forced its way into his dick. \n\nBarty moaned around the tentacle, pumping his throat, his body caught on the brink of orgasm, his sudden climax forced back into his balls. His mind teetered on the edge of madness while his body was pushed to his limits, the tentacle pounding his ass growing thicker with each strike. \n\nHe was scarcely able to register what was happening, but he could vaguely feel tight pressure all across his body. More dark tendrils were wrapping around and through him, pulling him into the midst of the tentacle mass. \n\nIt closed over him. A thick, tenebrous tube wrapped across his eyes, sealing him in darkness. \n\nDarkness surrounded him as he was wrapped all over in tentacles, more and more coming from the dissolving body. Barty and Shifty were connected together by an intangible violet thread, stretching from the otter’s head to the eldritch depths. Then, as the last tentacles fastened around Barty, sealing him in a cocoon of darkness, the thread tugged, pulling something into the otter. \n\nThe scraps of flesh collapsed beneath him, dissolving into thread, stuffing, and fabric. Around Barty wove a new shell, fur in shades of pale brown knitting together to form a plush coating for the mummified otter. It swarmed up and over him, binding tightly to his flesh, a plush parody of his own form. The final humiliation was the headpiece, complete with a painted-on smile and half-lidded eyes. \n\nThe plush adorned itself with a black latex parody of his former outfit. A tight latex top cupped the slight bulge of his fuzzy breasts. The plush foot-paws became plush boots, the hands were enmeshed in fingerless gloves, leaving the fluffy fingers free. \n\nThe suit pulled together. Barty’s twitching fingers were pulled into the plush mitts, his feet into big foot-paws. Even his cock slid into a sheath, filling it with a humiliatingly proud plush dick in the costume. \n\nThe outfit settled, then blinked. Felt and fabric moved in a way more lifelike than flesh, as the Barty plush ran its paws over itself. \n\n“Ah, now this is a fine vessel…” the creature drawled in a curious mix of accents. “And such a fine sacrifice. You’ll do nicely, Barty. Thank you.”\n\n“Hnnngh-!” Inside, Barty squeaked, but his struggle was futile against the force gripping across his mind. \n\nSomething sat inside him, tweaking the electrical flow in his brain as easily as a puppeteer pulls strings. It was only by the being’s will that he even had awareness of it. But that tiny island of rational thought was besieged on all sides by otherworldly sensation, with phantom tentacles plunging into his ass, his cock, his nose, his ears at every moment. Spectral filaments traveled across his body, selling out his most sensitive spots. The undersides of his arms, the soles of his feet, his nipples, and guiding innumerable small, teasing tendrils across them. \n\nIt was only due to the tentacle plugging and pumping his cock down to the balls that he wasn’t locked in climax. Instead, everything in his body craved release. The only sound he’d be able to muster was a whimper of desperation. \n\nYet, the voice that spoke was his own, and also not. \n\n“You had your fun with Puro.” The fake lenses of the suit focused on the bound goo-wolf, quivering with uncertain fear in his restraints. “But I think it’s [i]my [/i]turn now.”\n\nBereft of sight, Barty could only feel the poking that travelled across his chest, and the burning, itching heat that followed. The life-sized Barty plush rubbed its paws over its chest, feeling as the felt and flesh swelled out, proudly presenting the growing breasts. \n\nBarty writhed in his restraints as his chest bulged with mammoth mounds of boob-flesh, each as sensitive as the top of his cock. His nipples stuck out thicker than his thumb. Barty shook as twin tentacles flicked across them. \n\nThe Shifty-thing took its large, plush mitts and began to knead and squeeze the massive mammaries, the sensations transmitting down to the pleasure-crazed Barty. Something grew within him, rose, and gushed out.\n\n“Aaah~!” The voice gave a curiously deep moan as fresh breast milk spurted out across the floor. It fondled its full, heavy tits with confident pride. “Now these you can use to tease a good boy properly~” \n\nThat was only the start of it. The tingling pricks of dozens of tentacles ran across his waist before his musclegut receded, pulling into a flat, slender belly. His backside burned for a moment before swelling out, his thighs bulking out to give him a certifiable bubble-butt. \n\nThe plush-beast ran its mitts down its body, admiring the fuckable hourglass figure that he’d gifted Barty with. He looked perfect for bending over and sticking a bone in that rudderbutt. \n\nAs a finishing touch, he brushed a slick tendril across Barty’s mouth. His lips swelled, turning a deep red. Shifty smacked the plush lips together as they swelled out to match their captive’s. The deep crimson screamed, “kiss me, fuck me, use me.” Perfect for the otter with a secret cross-dressing fetish. \n\nAll he needed was to be a good little slut while Shifty worked.\n\n“You love writing bimbos so much, now you can be one for me~”\n\nIt turned its attention back to the trembling Puro. “You’ve had to wait quite a while, haven’t you? Such a good and patient boy~”\n\nIt knelt down in front of Puro, taking a deep sniff of his musky goo-cock. It had shrunk slightly from the lack of attention, but there was plenty of banked passion there. \n\nShifty knew just the thing to rekindle it. \n\nInside, the tentacles withdrew from Barty. Though the tickling never stopped on his pits and his feet, there was a moment of relative peace. Then he was wracked with a deep, pulsing throb from the depths of his gut. Something was squirming its way through his body, filling him from the inside out. \n\nHis throat bulged, then his cheeks, then a thick tentacle, drenched in saliva, burst from his maw. At the same moment, a thick tentacle burst out of his tailhole, stretching it around a swelling, pulsing girth. Barty shook as his guts writhed. The way set, thick tentacles started spilling out from his mouth and ass, winding around each other and spreading him still wider.\n\nOutside, the Barty/Shifty plush opened its maw. Three purple tentacles slipped delicately out, hanging in front of the face in place of a tongue. It gave a grunt of pleasure as a thick, coiled mass pushed itself out of its tailhole, before unwinding into many long tentacles. \n\n“Don’t worry.” The Shifty-thing whispered. Even though its mouth was full, the voice was clear. “This will feel easier for you than Barty.”\n\n“Hmm?” Puro gave a confused, muffled squeak before the tentacles pressed against him. He quivered, stiffening up as he felt the unnatural touch on his stomach. He’d thought they might be Barty’s fingers, but there were three, and then five, spreading out in a wide starfish pattern. \n\nTwo brushed up, wrapping his underarms before the tips circled the nipples hidden in the deep fur. He shook.\n\nTwo more brushed down, along the sides of his waist, before they wrapped around to his buttocks, kneading the pliant flesh. A desperate squeak burst out, muffled by his gag. \n\nThe fifth tentacle went down, wrapping around the base of his cock, giving the firm goo surface a rhythmic squeezing as it wrapped down further. The balls were tickled, the curved tip of the tentacle playing along them, leaving tingling energy in its wake. \n\n“HNNNNGGH-! HHRRRRNNNNGGGG-!” Puro writhed and squealed, his body jerking and lurching against his restraints. Froth flecked out from behind his gag. The tickling was unbearable, and it had only just started! \n\nHis moans echoed those of Barty. As a tendril traced delicately across Puro’s neck, sending him into a quivering tremor, Barty writhed as the thick mass in his asshole shunted roughly back and forth, their pent-up energy earthing itself in the helpless vessel. \n\nShifty knelt down, letting two more tentacles slip out of Barty’s ass to wrap around Puro’s ankles, lifting them up. Two more were sent out to target the wolf’s soft, squishy toe-beans. His muffled squeals rose by an octave.\n\nShifty took Barty’s tits and wrapped them around Puro’s thick cock. Inside the suit, Barty was forced to mimic the actions, palms firmly pressing against his hyper-sensitive tits. Squeezing them together, the plush-beast massaged Puro’s length, taking a slow and gentle up and down approach, keeping time with the tentacles teasing over his sensitive spots.\n\n”There’s a good boy.” Shifty’s echoing voice whispered. “Doesn’t it feel good to get massaged by Barty’s big tits? All while you’re being relentlessly stroked and tickled? It’s impossible to even think of resisting. The only thing you can do is submit~”\n\nPuro whimpered, twitching and jerking his hips. After all that delay, he was getting close, nice and quick~ There was only one appropriate treat for such a good boy!\n\nHe brought Barty’s ruby lips down, opening it and letting the otter’s tongue run across the tip. \n\n“NnnnnnnNNNNNNNHHHHHHH-!”\n\nJust like that, Puro erupted. Thick jizz shot into the plush Barty’s mouth, filling the otter’s mouth. Shifty kept him like that a moment before pulling back, letting the goo-wolf’s cock bounce free and shoot another jet of cum across the suit’s face. \n\nShifty sat back, savouring the feeling of the hot cum soaking across him. Inside, the tentacle inside Barty’s mouth bulged. His mouth was suddenly full of a hot, bitter taste, making sure he savoured before it gulped, bringing the hot seed down into his belly. \n\nThe tendril deep in Barty’s brain pulsed. It suddenly dawned on Barty how desperately he craved that taste, that scent, that [i]fullness[/i]. He’d usually think twice about bending over and begging for cock, but now the idea had a certain appeal. Especially if he wanted firm dicks to fill his mouth and butt with cummies…\n\nBack in the playroom, the tickling slowed, but didn’t stop, leaving Puro whimpering gently, suspended between his cuffs and the tentacles. \n\n“Such a good, [i]productive [/i]boy~” The Shifty-thing whispered. “Let’s see if we can’t pay back the favour.”\n\nIt stood up and brought its large plush mitts down to wrap around the giant cartoon cock. Deep inside, Barty’s limbs mimicked the action, helplessly squeezing his unbearably sensitive shaft. The tendril deep in his dick had not stopped thrusting all this time, but now it was getting firmer and deeper. \n\nShifty stroked Barty’s dick, squeezing in time with the tentacle inside, before jerking right down to the base. At the same instant, the tendril forced itself all the way down, stimulating Barty’s balls from the inside before whipping out again. \n\n“Time for a creamy treat!” Shifty whispered. \n\nBarty groaned and jerked forward. Cum shot through his dick, sending white-hot jolts of pleasure through his tentacle-wrapped frame before jetting out. The fabric-cock jerked in Shifty’s mitts like a firehose, shooting jizz hard enough to splash across Puro’s face. \n\nBarty moaned as the jet left his body, but the pressure was still rising within him. The release was instantly washed away as his balls clenched again, sending another jet of seed out through Shifty’s dick. Again, and again, and again, and again. All the orgasms he would have had at the hands of the tentacles had been banked for this moment and were releasing themselves with interest.\n\nShifty hummed happily, just holding the dick, letting it shoot its creamy white load all across the good goo-wolf. Puro was already burbling at the volumes of cum soaking in behind his gag, mixing in with his own and soaking across his floof. Shifty angled it to make sure the paws get their fair share of creamy paint, letting some big, firm squirts splash against Puro’s torso. Inside, let the tentacle in Barty’s ass keep pounding his prostate, milking every last trace of cum out of him. \n\nThe tendril in Barty’s head was flickering with each orgasm, making his thoughts beat in time with it. [i]Good. Bimbos. Get. Cummies. Good. Bimbos. Get. Cummies. \n[/i]\nOver and over. He let out a deep slutty moan around the tentacle in his throat. \n\nIt was time for the big finish. In truth, Shifty hadn’t thought this far ahead, but with Puro splayed so invitingly, there was only one thing for it. \n\nA tendril quickly whipped between Puro’s cheeks, slathering a hefty coating of some purple fluid. Puro shivered as the prickling heat built up quickly along his tailhole. His breath heaved, his hole flexed with a desperate craving to be filled. \n\nThat was all Shifty needed. The plush grabbed Puro’s hips and heartily slammed itself to the hilt into Puro’s well-lubed hole. Barty felt the wolf squeeze down across the entire length of his dick, bringing him to the most intense climax of the night. \n\nPuro’s stomach swelled as Barty filled him up. He let out a muffled cry of bliss as his cock twitched and leaked cum like a tap, painting himself with another layer of cream. \n\nAt last, at last, things seemed to settle down. The tentacles retracted, disappearing inside the plush. Puro slumped down in his restraints, catching his breath. The plush-beast dropped to its knees, gently heaving. Inside, the tentacles slowed their movement, gently sliding in and out of Barty’s stretched holes. \n\n“Well, it's about time to get this off.” After a moment, Shifty reached up and pulled the blinders off Puro. The goo-wolf blinked muzzily, looking up at the strange but familiar face. \n\n“Hey, how was that?” Shifty gently unfastened the gag as well, putting it on a nearby stool. \n\n“Aaaaahhhhhhnnnnnngggghhhh…” Puro moaned, letting out a long breath, letting his body gently quiver as the tension relaxed. “That was… weird but good. But…”\n\nPuro looked about him, taking in the strange-smelling puddle on the floor, the scattered salt, and the padding and green felt strewn about. “What happened here? Is that Barty?” Puro stared wide-eyed at the big-breasted, wide-hipped otter plushsuit. \n\n”Yes and no. I mean, in a way.” Shifty rubbed the plush chin, feeling the otter writhe a little inside him. “This might take a little explaining. But first…”\n\nIt swept up Puro in its big arms, princess-carrying the blushing wolf out of the bondage dungeon, making sure to snuggle him in the huge boobs. \n\n“A good boy like you deserves some aftercare~”\n\n***\n\nQuite a bit later. Shifty was flexing his small plush arms, admiring the stitching. \n\n“How is the new body?” Puro asked shyly. \n\n“It’s great!” The little plush reptile nodded. “Fits perfectly.”\n\n”You don’t mind it being like that? Your other body was quite a bit bigger.”\n\n”Oh, didn’t I explain? Watch.” \n\nShifty stood in the middle of the floor, made sure that Puro was watching, and let out a long, slow breath. Felt knitted together in tenebrous light, becoming flesh and scales, stretching out evenly. Puro blinked, and standing in front of him was a tall, wingless dragon-form, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. \n\nAs Puro stared, he sat back down in his seat, taking a sip of his water. \n\n“As long as I’ve got a stable anchor in the world, I can manipulate my presence pretty much however I like.” Shifty nodded, snapping his fingers with a satisfied air. “You got the anchor, so now I’m pretty much set! It wasn’t too embarrassing for you, was it?”\n\n“No, uh, it wasn’t too hard to… to cum over your plush…” Puro blushed and took a sip of his drink. “I-I, um, I’m glad you could help…”\n\n”Anything for my good boy to have a happy time~” Shifty reached over and stroked Puro down the shoulders. \n\n“Hhhhnnneeeeheheheheheehe…” Puro giggled frantically, burying his face in his paws. “B-But really… I didn’t think the summoning could go wrong like that… It didn’t… hurt… did it?”\n\nPuro thought back to the stuffing strewn about the playroom. \n\n“What? Oh, not really.” Shifty shrugged. “When that happens, it’s usually because the connection to my home is not properly made, so eldritch energy can’t circulate and builds up over here until it discharges. It can cause a lot of strange effects, so it is important to earth it before it causes trouble. Isn’t that right, Barty?”\n\nShifty leaned over, glancing at an armchair. \n\nBarty was showing signs of his misadventure. The transformation inside the eldritch plush suit had taken its toll on his body, leaving him with huge breasts, a tiny waist, and huge, bouncy hips. The otter was splayed out, ruby lips open in a permanent dick-sucking moan, both hands endlessly jerking up and down his firm cock. \n\nHe leaked an unending stream of pearly liquid into his lap, blowing firm ropes up, painting his face and chest. Dark purple goo dripped out from the corner of his mouth and beneath his tailhole. His eyes were half-lidded, staring forward in empty-headed lust. \n\n“Barty isn’t really a suitable name for him anymore. Not for such a happy, horny bimbo~” Shifty grinned. “What do you think works? Bartelle? Or Barti? Dunno. We’ll need to workshop it.”\n\n“Will he… be okay?” Puro asked. “I know you’ve said, but-“\n\n”Yeah, just give it another day or so. Don’t be afraid to give his cock a little nuzzling either, he’ll like that~” Shifty grinned at Puro’s blush. “He’s just gotta get it out of his system. I might have gone overboard a bit, but I think he deserved it this time.”\n\n”And you’re not worried that he’ll, um, pay you back in kind?” Puro glanced between the two. “Anything’s possible here…”\n\n”Turnabout is fair play. I’ll look forward to it.” Shifty yawned and stood up. “Now, let’s have a walk while there’s still a breeze out! Afterwards, we’ll have a lie down and give those sweaty foot-paws some loving~ I’m sure you can think of something you’d like to do for me~”\n\n”Kgrrnnneeeheheheehe!” Puro gibbered, standing up and marching quickly towards the door. \n\nShifty nodded to the prone otter. “Hold down the fort for us, Barty. You’re doing great!”\n\nBarty’s dick twitched, and another jet of cum painted his face. A fresh wave of goo leaked from his overused tailhole. \n\nWell, better out than in! Right now, there was an affectionate goo-wolf to dote on. There would be plenty of time for Barty once his pleasure-shattered mind reassembled itself.\n\n”Come on, Puro, walkies!” The newly formed dragon called out to the blushing goo-wolf. “Maybe I’ll put the collar on you this time.”\n\nPuro squeaked and whimpered happily as the firm hand squeezed his butt, then the door to the vast grey expanse outside shut behind them. \n\nBarty stared into the darkness, looking at nothing. In her head, the little purple tendril flashed, gradually earthing its energy. The otter’s whole body went stiff, and she jerked her hips up, cum shooting high enough to splatter the ceiling. The room echoed with a deep, slutty moan, coming from the depths of her soul. \n\nShe slumped down, blinking as she felt the hot cum dripping down onto her nose. Thinking was hard, but she was getting there. \n\nThat hunky dragon had done something to her, made her a big dummy dumb! That dragon was a big meanie! She needed to plot her revenge.\n\nYeah… When the dragon came back… She’d jump on him and suck his cock! Ride on him and make him shoot out all his cummies! That would teach him!\n\nOoh, and maybe she could get that cute gooey-wolf to let her lick that tasty-looking treat~ Doing sucky-sucks with a cutie while doing fucky-fucks with a hottie was the best cure for horny bimbo brain! \n\nThe picture of riding the dragon with Puro’s goo-dick in her mouth made her bite her cherry-red lips and start jerking off again. \n\nWhat was she thinking about? It didn’t matter. Not when there were happy cummy-cums to be had~\n\nShe’d make that dragon do the biggest cummies!\n\nThat would show him!\n\n" }, ".description.json": { "description": "Pulled out of his goon session, Puro is whisked away into another of Barty's lewd play sessions. This time it's BDSM themed, with all the toys he could ever need. Barty has an evil plan though, and it's gonna require the help of his friend Shifty. However, he bites off more than he can chew when he botches the summoning and Shifty uses HIS body as the vessel! What could possibly go wrong?\n\nCo-written by :iconGreatBigNothing: and I, we have yet another story to tease our friend :iconassgoredreemurr:. This definitely doesn't have any implications of what's to come in the future. No no no...\n\nAs always: share with your friends, drop a fave, leave a comment\n\nFor the PDF: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/61635899/" }, ".writing.json": { "writing": "[center]\nHow NOT to summon an Eldritch Being[/center]\n\nPuro sat at his computer, leaning back in his chair. One hand scrolled e621, which miraculously worked in this universe, while the other stroked his gooey cock. “Oh, wow,” he browsed the website for the juiciest, most appealing lewd content he could find. His usual choices were Alphys, Narinder, Angel Gabby, Sam & Max… but he often found new subjects of interest from time to time, ones he never guessed would turn him on.\n\nThere was a faint click behind him, but he didn’t hear it. He was far too lost in the sauce.\n\n“I’m bookmarking that one,” he commented as he found a choice image of Max being eaten out by his crime-fighting partner Sam.\n\nSoft footsteps crept closer behind him. \n\nPuro went back to the homepage and found something particularly juicy. Before, he would have just looked at it and would have thought ‘fffuck’, ‘that’s gooood’, or something else gooner-like. However, circumstances had changed now. What sat on the front page was a Puro, his ass presenting to the ‘camera’ with a very large, puffy, musky donut. Surrounding him was a parade of cocks, spraying jizz all over his vanta black body. His white eyes shot wide open. \n\nAs he stared at it, large, furry hands wrapped around him. “Gooning to yourself now?” He knew that voice all too well. It was the otter who brought him here; the one who turned him into what he always wanted to be. \n\nPuro jumped. “GAH!” But he didn’t get too far, as Barty had him in place. “H-h-h-h-hi, Barty.” Defying all logic, as if that mattered in this realm, he blushed, the redness showing through his white mask. “I just, uhm, uh,” he tried to explain his actions, but he knew he didn’t have to. “I just found it is all, and I was, uh.” He turned away, seeing the otter smirking at him. Why did he have to be so charming all the time? His dorky face, the mullet that was so out of style but looked so right on his head, and the… well… everything! Everything about that creature, Puro loved. \n\n“You don’t have to explain to me, cutie~” Barty chuckled and reached for the gooey cock that Puro unknowingly clenched tightly. “I bet it feels so [i]weird[/i] seeing yourself on the internet now. Before it was always Puro, and not you.” Puro freely moved his hand as Barty grasped his cock and started stroking. “But now that [i]you [/i]are Puro, bet it kinda feels narcissistic.” With long, slow gliding motions, Barty teased him, deliberately squeezing over his tip as he reached it. The gooey member didn’t need any lube, and Barty’s hand slowly got covered in the stuff as he toyed with his editor. He had his stint with goo and transfurring already, so he was far less wary of it. Besides, he knew that Puro wouldn’t transfur him willy-nilly.\n\n“Kinda?” Puro moaned, feeling the softness of Barty’s fur against his shaft. “OH! [i]Oooooooooooooohh! Daddy!”[/i] Barty had caught Puro in the middle of an edging session for who knows how long, and he was already near bursting. “I’m gonna cum!”\n\n“Oh, really?” Barty pulled his hand away. “We don’t want that, now do we?” He laughed, seeing Puro’s disappointed face. He was [i]so [/i]close. “Besides, I have a request.”\n\n“Can I cum if I do it?!” Puro didn’t know why he was suddenly giving Barty control over his orgasms, but it felt so good; right, even. \n\n“I suppose you can. If you’re a good boy~”\n\n“I AM A GOOD BOY!” Puro whined, thinking of what Barty had in mind. Was it something legitimate, or something lewd? Barty didn’t often come to Puro for favors of the non-lewd kind, but that’s part of why he loved the otter so much. He was so independent. No issues doing things on his own or struggling with the drive to do it. He was like Superman, but always claiming he wasn’t. No nonsense, and straightforward with his desires~\n\n“In all honesty, I don’t have too much experience with BDSM.” Barty admitted this with a sigh and a shrug. “But, I know you can help me get some practical experience.” \n\n[i]SNAP[/i]\n\nThey were instantly teleported to a dark, empty room. Puro fell to the ground; his chair was gone. “Now, I’m gonna ask you this, but I think I know your answer anyway,” Barty smirked. “Do you wanna be Daddy’s little sub, or are you gonna be the dom?” \n\n[i]SNAP[/i]\n\nBetween them, two pedestals appeared. An object was hovering above each of them, as if he were about to choose a class in an RPG. “Choose wisely, good boy~”\n\nPuro struggled with this choice. He looked at the two objects in front of him. To his left was a crop, and to his right, a ball gag. He [i]wanted [/i]to choose the ball gag. Barty knew that Puro wanted to choose this as well, creating a loaded question. However, if Barty wanted some good experience with BDSM, wouldn’t it be better to be on the receiving end? Puro struggled, like a child at a gas station buying a candy bar and a soda, but they were ten cents short to get both. \n\nImages of Barty, tied to a mattress while Puro whipped him, flashed through his head. He had a ball gag in his mouth and a blinder over his eyes. His jiggly ass cheeks would shake wildly as Puro slapped them with the crop, then reached into the darkness for a flog and would use that instead. The muffled moans of Daddy were so [i]tempting [/i]that it was hard to resist. He then tried to think of something else. \n\nDaddy lying belly up on a table, once again tied up. He wore a tight thong to protect his manhood. In Puro’s hands was a candle. Wax poured from it onto Barty’s rotund belly, making him twitch and make little noises. For once, Barty was making cute little noises. \n\nPuro was drooling, his face flushed with enjoyment.\n\nNo. That wasn’t good. Another!\n\nTied to the ceiling, Barty hung by his wrists and a hook around his back. He slowly spun around as Puro held a studded paddle, eager to slap his rear with it. Barty’s cock was rock hard, betraying any sense of ‘I’m not aroused by this’ that he was trying to project. Spank after spank, moan after moan, Puro leaned into the role.\n\nAlas, it wasn’t in his nature to be dom. He grabbed the ball gag. It disappeared from his hand and instantly appeared in his mouth, the band strapping around his face to the exact size. Barty approached him, knowing he would choose this. “Good choice, puppy~” Holding his gooey chin, he lifted it, making sure that Puro was looking into his eyes. There was a fire there. A fire he only saw when he had an idea for a story that was SO GOOD he couldn’t ignore it. “Your safe word is ‘broccoli.’ I know, I’ve used it in a story before, but it works. Say it for me, test it out.”\n\n“Hocholi.” Puro obeyed, saying the word the best he could. \n\n“Good puppy~”\n\n[i]SNAP[/i]\n\nThe room was suddenly filled with equipment. A swing that looked fun despite its intended use. A bench that clearly had one purpose and with clear places for arms and legs to rest, a rope dangling from a thick eye bolt and carabiner, already tied into a few knots for his body, an A-frame, and a long, tall shelf, filled to the brim with toys and tools of every kind. “Now, why doesn’t Puppy come with me?” \n[i]\nSNAP[/i]\n\nInstantly, his wrists were tied with Cat’s Paws, and Barty started pulling him toward the A-Frame. “Yes, I’m cheating with the knots. I wasn’t a very good Boy Scout, ok?” He grabbed Puro by the waist with his mighty muscles and locked him in place, the metal clasps keeping his wrists and ankles tight. After that, Barty grabbed a blinder from the shelf and placed it over his eyes. “You don’t get to see.”\n\nBarty had a plan. A convoluted plan that was a plan within a plan. He just listened to Dune again, and that line was floating through his mind. ‘Plans within plans within plans,’ and he thought of this. \n\nBut first, he needed to have his fun. \n\n[i]SNAP[/i]\n\nTight latex appeared on his body, black and shimmering in the low light in the basement. The thong over his lower half barely contained his junk, and a mask covered only the upper half of his face. Not like Puro could see anyway. The sexy little piece around his body was somewhat feminine, as it covered his upper body, but he didn’t really care. Why not have some fun of his own, right? The latex halter top with a keyhole opening cupped his manboobs like breasts, keeping them in the ideal position for a titjob should the need ever arise. The boots that wrapped around his muscular legs rose up to his thighs, already strapped and tied. They felt restrictive, but that was a small price to pay for aesthetics. Even the gloves slightly limited his movements. Everything was slightly squeaky, as they were just created.\n\nBarty reached for a crop on the shelf nearby and slapped it in his palm. “Now, listen, Puppy.” Barty’s voice shifted to one more commanding. “You be a good boy for Daddy, and you’ll get rewarded.” Puro moaned with delight. His cock was throbbing, just as excited. “I hope you know your little friend won’t be getting any action for a good while.” Barty scoffed. “Pathetic.” He swung the crop and slapped Puro’s belly, little splotches of goo flying everywhere. “And you’re making a mess?” Barty sneered. “Naughty Puppy.” Another slap with the crop, more splashes of goo. With every strike, Puro squealed through the ball gag. “You’ll have to clean all this up afterward.”\n\nWhat sounded like a ‘Yes, Daddy,” spilled through the gag as Puro wriggled in his restraints.\n\nWalking around him, Barty had a full view of his victim’s ass. Soft and jiggly, it was a prime target for spankings. Taking a wide swing, he struck the goo-wolf’s rear, the crack echoing through the basement, turned sex dungeon. \n\n“HOOOO!” Puro’s voice rang loud and clear, his maw opening wide enough to speak clearly. \n\n“Did Puppy like that?” Barty asked with a devilish chuckle. “There’s more.” He struck the ass again, watching it shake and wiggle. Puro’s gasps of shock and delight only egged him on.\n\n“I think Puppy is growing too used to the crop,” Barty said, tossing the tool aside. He reached around the frame and started running his hands across Puro’s face. His body was ever an anomaly. Goo in the shape of fur. It moved like fur, but it had the qualities of goo. His gloves felt the soft stuff that Puro’s body was made of, feeling soft yet sticky at the same time. None of his body’s substance clung to the gloves as he wiggled his fingers up and down his face. Barty could see Puro wiggling and squirming, making those little noises that he loved so very much. “Yes. Good Puppy~” Barty cooed. He grabbed his ears, rubbing them between two fingers. \n\nPuro would have started melting if he could have stayed in his restraints. Good puppies stayed in their restraints until Daddy said they could leave. Tingles shot through his body, making him vibrate wildly. His voice quivered. “Oh?” Barty asked with a smirk on his face. “Did I find a weak spot?” Puro nodded and responded positively. “Very good~”\n\nHe’d have to save that for later.\n\nAnother tool was needed. Barty knew Puro’s real weakness. \n\nHe was very, very ticklish.\n\nReaching for a featherwand, he grasped it and cackled. “Hahahahaha.” Puro turned and made worried noises. “MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” Barty grabbed a second one. Puro was distraught now. Whenever Barty really got into something, he tended to get a little crazy. Go off the deep end, even. “Now, now, Puppy. Don’t be scared.” Barty turned, a large, toothy grin on his face. A shame Puro was blinded at the moment. “Daddy has a lovely plan for you.” He raised his arms and took wide, heavy steps, spinning the wands in his hands like an idle animation.\n\nIt was almost like a horror movie. A threat that Puro couldn’t see was getting closer and closer. He couldn’t escape! He closed his eyes underneath the blinder and waited for something sharp, studded, or maybe even electric to touch him. His gooey heart was beating so fast. He didn’t even know he still had one!\n[i]\nthump-thump\n\nthump-thump\n\nthump-thump[/i]\n \n…\n\nNothing came. \n[i]\nWhat’s going on? Did Barty leave? No, that wouldn’t make sense. Why would he leave? Is he just waiting? GAH! THE SUSPENSE IS KILLING ME~![/i]\n\nPuro was suddenly assaulted by a soft, silky something across his armpits. His eyes shot open for a split second before clenching shut. [i]OH NO![/i] He screamed. [i]NOT THAT![/i]\n\nIt was unbearable. The tickle torture had begun. Everywhere on his body was so sensitive! The feather wands left no inch of his gooey exterior untouched. His sides, his neck, his nipples. His belly! Oh, his belly! He hated yet loved how he wasn’t able to curl into a ball and hide. His muffled laughter was music to Barty’s ears as he watched Puro squirm and try to escape. But then, came the best part. His toe beans were glistening in the light and were prime targets.\n\nSlowly working his way down Puro’s body, he skipped over the twitching, needy dick that was begging for someone to touch it and continued down his legs. The feathers grazed his toe beans, and a sharp squeal shot past Puro’s ball gag. “Oh, is this Puppy’s most ticklish spot?” Barty teased. Barty doubled down on his tickling. \n\nIt was getting harder and harder to speak now. Not that speaking would have done any good, but Puro couldn’t help making his cute noises, even if his voice was getting hoarse. OH [i]MY GOD! STHAAAAAAAAAP![/i] Puro begged. But he didn’t really want it to stop. He knew the safe word would make Barty stop instantly, but he didn’t want it.\n\nAfter what felt like ages, Barty pulled back. Puro was sore from not being able to laugh as well as he’d like. “Good Puppy~” Barty teased, tickling his chin with the wand. “Puppy needs a break. I need to set up my next thing for you anyway,” Barty cooed as he tossed the feather wands out of sight.\n\nPuro didn’t like the sound of that.\n\nA plush Substitution Doll appeared in his hand. So cute, so soft, so green. The supposed lack of eyes but charming smile only made this creature cute in a creepy sort of way. It was no wonder his friend Shifty used this as one of his primary forms. Barty needed to summon him for his plan. But, how does one summon an Eldritch creature? \n\nHe’d spoken to Shifty before about that, and the little green plush had been alarmingly verbose on the topic. Barty vaguely remembered a lecture full of pseudo-metaphysical jargon and mathematical analogues. Knowing the plush, it was entirely possible he’d made all that up for dramatic effect. \n\nBut there had been something useful, once Barty had insisted he summarize. There needed to be a vessel, which would serve as a blueprint for the being’s initial form in the world. There needed to be a boundary, within which the transformation would take place, a simple safety measure to contain what magic appeared during its manifestation. Then there needed to be a sacrifice, a simple prize or lure to entice the being here. Everything else was theatre, but appreciated, and sometimes necessary given the uncertain temperaments of otherworldly denizens. \n\nBut Barty was sure that the being would like what he found. He wouldn’t need to put much extra effort into the invitation.\n\nThe Substitution Doll would be perfect for the vessel. Shifty was so accustomed to it that it had become his de facto identity. For the boundary, hm…\n\n”Just wait here for me.” Barty gave Puro a kiss on the forehead. “You rest up~”\n\n”Hnnnnhf!? Whrngh?!” Puro tried to vocalise as Barty vanished. There was a clattering of pots and pans as the otter ransacked some kitchen in the distance, before coming back with a tub full of table salt. Practical and traditional!\n\n“Whrrrr oo hngh?” Puro asked, hearing the gentle pouring. He tried to remember what BDSM play used sand. \n\n“Nothing to worry about, just a little more setup here~” Barty put the plush in the middle of the rough circle. It was already looking the part! But now was the sacrifice. \n\nBarty brushed a paw against Puro’s chest fur, kneading and stroking it to assist thought. Puro flinched at the touch, then leaned into it, purring into his gag.\n\nIt was always blood in the movies, blood of some sort or another. That was pretty easy to find, and Barty could manifest as much of it as he wanted, but it didn’t feel right. Neither Barty nor Puro wanted the kind of pain that would make them bleed tonight, that would be particularly unsexy for them, and Shifty wouldn’t turn up if he thought the situation was unsexy. He could manifest as much blood as he wanted, but that would be very impersonal. \n\nOtherwise, then, bodily fluid? Sweat or spit? What would Shifty find sexy?\n\nBarty had a vivid image of what Shifty might do to him if summoned by spitting on his plush. That might be a fun evening, but a distraction from today’s plan. \n\nWell, that left one obvious option. \n\nWith a grin, Barty pulled down his tight latex thong and whipped his dick out into the open air. It was already half-hard, the better to tease Puro with. He took a long, slow breath out, focusing on relaxing one very specific part of his bladder.\n\n”Mmmhngh?!” Puro squeaked in confusion as the splattering noises hit his ears. The smell of pee hit his nose, leaving him even more confused. \n\nBarty gave a happy little sigh as he angled his dick, letting his stream arc through the air before splashing on the plush. It was silly, but he enjoyed the target practice. As the piss soaked into the plush, he thought about what came next. Shifty had mentioned this almost as an afterthought, a trigger phrase, not normally utterable by mortal mouths. \n\nGood thing he was an exception.\n\nHe spoke it. \n\n[center][i][b]Ph'nglui mglw'nafh R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn, zhro shoggoth mglw'nafh nygh h'yog-sothoth y'ha-nthlei! \nFtagn h'yog-sothoth, shoggoth zhro, n'ghft-h'nai h'yog-sothoth r'y'leh wgah'nagl fhtagn. Zhro'n h'yog-sothoth, wgah'nagl h'yog-sothoth, fhtagn n'ghft-h'nai h'yog-sothoth![/b][/i][/center]\n\n\nThere was an inrush of air. The shadows of the room lengthened, as if all light was being pulled to that one spot on the floor, where a corona of darkness was forming. There was a sense of depth, a tunnel to nothing hanging in the air, with tendrils of nothing snaking out of it. A chill crept along Barty’s fur. \n\nThe plush twitched, then started to hover.\n\nBarty hurriedly finished his piss and tucked his cock away as the plush floated, violet sparks of energy leaping out across it, earthing across its face, its closed eyes, ears, mouth, arms, legs, groin. The sparks moved like lightning, then pulsed like veins as they pumped something into the plush. \n\nThere was a hitch. The pumping stopped. A stray spark lurched out of the circle, earthing itself on the floor near Barty. He took a step back, alarmed. Puro’s cry was almost lost in the whooshing, rushing wind that came from the middle of the circle. \n\nNow the plush began to distort, distend, pulled by the head and legs until the seams would break. But there were no seams. The plush's felt was wrapped over with scales, glinting in the unnatural light. The thing bulged out to be almost spherical before being pulled into a long, thin cylinder and twisted up like a towel. \n\nThe face twisted. The thread that made up the closed eyes wriggled and opened, revealing eyes of purple on purple. The mouth formed as a rip in the flesh, ragged edges bordering a hole that Barty dared not look at too closely. \n\n“….kkkrrrrrreeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-”\n\nWhat was just a creaking became a voice, distorting like the tape being pulled out of a cassette as vocal cords formed where there should only be stuffing. The plush grew bigger, beyond the boundaries of its form, twisting into a grotesque mockery of its shape.\n\nThe plush arms grew out, spindly and long, with huge fingers at the end. The legs wrapped around with flesh, becoming wider as he sat down on plump paws. The pot-belly was counterbalanced by an alarmingly thin chest, with shoulders that were nearly just scales over bone. The light in the eyes darkened, then awareness seemed to animate the shape. \n\nIt crashed onto the floor, groping and pulling across the floor with one long, grasping hand. Puro gibbered, only able to hear the scratching getting closer and closer. \n\nBarty was just wondering if he should unmake the thing when it turned its face up to his, with sunken eyes and a mouth that was all malformed fangs, and spoke.\n\n”Pro-tip…” The voice came out breathy and ragged. “If you are ACTUALLY PISSING on something as part of a summoning ritual, make sure your boundary isn’t WATER SOLUBLE.”\n\nBarty relaxed. “Shifty?” \n\n“Shffyy!?” Puro squeaked behind his gag. \n\n“You did call me, right?” After a struggle, Shifty got upright on his malformed thighs, joints popping, his body stretching into place. “I have to admit, that was quite a rough landing. If I’d thought you were gonna experiment like this, I would have given you clearer instructions.” \n\nHe let out a deep, hacking cough from the depths of his skinny chest. “Anyway, nice to see you. It’s been a hot minute. I see you still have a slight cross-dressing fetish.” Puro’s ears perked up.\n\n”Er, yeah. Kinda.” Barty didn’t really think this through. “Are you… uh… okay?” Barty looked nervously at the puzzle of flesh that walked and talked like his friend. \n\n“What, this?” Shifty lifted a grotesquely inflated paw and brought it down with a slap on his corpulent, wobbling hips, before pulling it up to his emaciated chest. “I’ve had worse. Give me an hour or so for my energies to mesh with the world, and I’ll be able to reform myself however I like.” \n\n“Well, uh…” Barty blinked. This was undeniably Shifty, for all that he looked like a horrific accident. But if Puro couldn’t see him… \n\nHe looked down at that huge paw. The stress of transformation had left it dripping with sweat. He could feel the musk from here. The other hand was a long, thin claw with fingers that were practically needlepoints. \n\nThat could be fun…\n\n“Okay, Puro, we’re going to start touching you now.” Barty spoke clearly, letting Puro stiffen up. Nerves were getting the better of him, dropping half of the confidence he had previously. He reached a paw down and brushed gently against Puro’s thigh. \n\n“HNNGH!” The goo-wolf flinched, jerking backwards against the A-frame. Barty grinned. Shifty twisted his face in something that could be a smile. \n\nThe distorted creature reached up with his massive paw, pressing the sweaty flesh against Puro’s face, engulfing him with heat and musk all around. He let out a sudden surprised squeak, then pressed his face into it, tail wagging. At the same time, Shifty brought his long, spindly arm around behind Puro and touched those spiny fingers against the back of Puro’s neck. \n\n“GHIIII!” Puro’s body jolted forward; the prickling feeling against his fur had been indescribably wrong. He couldn’t help but push against his restraints as those needlepoints went lower, lower, lower down his back, around his oh-so-sensitive buttocks. He twitched and jumped each time they pressed a little harder, his dick stiffened through a combination of fear and excitement. \n\nUntil Shifty’s arm dropped off, Barty looked in horror at the squashy sound just in time to see the spindly flesh pull away from Shifty’s shoulder. It dropped, and by the time it landed on the floor, it was no more than a jumble of fabric and stuffing. \n\n“Is it meant to do that?” Barty asked nervously, watching the creature consider its missing limb. \n\n“I wouldn’t say so. It wouldn’t be an issue in a normal body, but this one seems barely able to sustain me. It is already leaking.” Shifty pulled his inflated hand back from Puro’s face. Purple sparks crackled between his flesh and Puro’s face, setting the goo-wolf squealing. \n\nHe dropped the inflated hand onto Barty’s shoulder, making the otter jump as if electrified. Barty shook as the heavy hand gripped him, even as flesh sloughed off, dissolving into stained stuffing on the way down. Shifty’s face looked lopsided as the flesh began to dissolve off one side. \n\n“This is your- fault.” The decaying reptile spoke accusingly. At the hitch in his words, he jerked, a seam of purple appearing across his skeletal stomach. “You-up the-ing. Need-ment.”\n\nShifty’s face took on a grin, stretched and warped on his decaying face. The eyes were more sunken, the cheeks more drawn, and slits of purple light appeared all over it. \n\n“Er… What?” Barty tried to ask. Shifty’s grin just widened. \n\nSuddenly, half of Shifty’s body tore away. The purple glow was visible on it for only a moment before it blessedly faded back into harmless stuffing. From the rest of the body, violet tentacles erupted, flailing in the air as the body jerked back around them. The rest of the body began to slump, drifting down. The shell was being discarded, revealing a more dangerous, primal form.\n\nBarty backed away. He’d invited Shifty, not, whatever this was. As he was trying to think, the tentacles jumped out and wrapped around his head. A jolt ran through him, his vision blurred, and he could feel invisible filaments spreading all the way through his brain as crackling energy ran across his fur. This wasn’t destructive; this was exploring him. \n\nTingling tension played across his forehead as a tenebrous tentacle arched itself towards him. It hovered, sparking with purple energy, then pushed through his forehead. It didn’t penetrate the flesh, instead moving through it as if it weren’t there. Wiggling about happily inside his brain. Barty could still feel everything it was doing, every insubstantial touch carrying damnable pleasure through his system.\n\nHe jerked and twitched, neurons misfiring as Shifty wiggled his way comfortably inside his mind. The next moment, other, more solid tendrils of darkness shot out. Two wrapped around his wrists and pulled them out, suspending him in mid-air. The rest wrapped around him, touching, rubbing, exploring. Everywhere they touched, they left a trail of violet energy, and everywhere they touched, they left a burning sensitivity that got worse with every second. \n\n“NGGGHHHHUUUUUHHH!” Barty grunted through gritted teeth, unable to form a coherent syllable through the overwhelming lust. Though there were no words, there was desperation and need in the message, a voice carrying passions and needs uncontainable by mortal frames. \n\nLuckily for Shifty, he didn’t exactly qualify as ‘mortal’. \n\nTentacles wrapped around his legs and pulled them open. Tendrils wrapped around his latex clothing and shredded it down to the atoms. A thick, throbbing tentacle angled itself towards those rotund cheeks, then thrust.\n\n“HRNGH-!” Barty jerked forward, his stomach bulging out with the strength of the blow into his guts. His limbs twitched as pleasure and pain were melded together in eldritch light and became an overwhelming, alien sensation. He grunted out as his guts were rearranged, his tailhole roughly converted into a fuckhole. \n\nBarty’s mouth gaped open as he was roughly abused, only to be stuffed full of thick tentacle. He jerked back and forth like a ragdoll as more tentacles explored him, searching out his holes. Small tendrils forced their way into his nose and ears, leaking purple stimulants as they went. His bouncing cock was wrapped up tight, tugged forward by a small swarm of tendrils. It was kept almost still compared to the rest of his body, as another, thin cable crept up the front. Just as a dribble of cum shot out the front, a slender tentacle forced its way into his dick. \n\nBarty moaned around the tentacle, pumping his throat, his body caught on the brink of orgasm, his sudden climax forced back into his balls. His mind teetered on the edge of madness while his body was pushed to his limits, the tentacle pounding his ass growing thicker with each strike. \n\nHe was scarcely able to register what was happening, but he could vaguely feel tight pressure all across his body. More dark tendrils were wrapping around and through him, pulling him into the midst of the tentacle mass. \n\nIt closed over him. A thick, tenebrous tube wrapped across his eyes, sealing him in darkness. \n\nDarkness surrounded him as he was wrapped all over in tentacles, more and more coming from the dissolving body. Barty and Shifty were connected together by an intangible violet thread, stretching from the otter’s head to the eldritch depths. Then, as the last tentacles fastened around Barty, sealing him in a cocoon of darkness, the thread tugged, pulling something into the otter. \n\nThe scraps of flesh collapsed beneath him, dissolving into thread, stuffing, and fabric. Around Barty wove a new shell, fur in shades of pale brown knitting together to form a plush coating for the mummified otter. It swarmed up and over him, binding tightly to his flesh, a plush parody of his own form. The final humiliation was the headpiece, complete with a painted-on smile and half-lidded eyes. \n\nThe plush adorned itself with a black latex parody of his former outfit. A tight latex top cupped the slight bulge of his fuzzy breasts. The plush foot-paws became plush boots, the hands were enmeshed in fingerless gloves, leaving the fluffy fingers free. \n\nThe suit pulled together. Barty’s twitching fingers were pulled into the plush mitts, his feet into big foot-paws. Even his cock slid into a sheath, filling it with a humiliatingly proud plush dick in the costume. \n\nThe outfit settled, then blinked. Felt and fabric moved in a way more lifelike than flesh, as the Barty plush ran its paws over itself. \n\n“Ah, now this is a fine vessel…” the creature drawled in a curious mix of accents. “And such a fine sacrifice. You’ll do nicely, Barty. Thank you.”\n\n“Hnnngh-!” Inside, Barty squeaked, but his struggle was futile against the force gripping across his mind. \n\nSomething sat inside him, tweaking the electrical flow in his brain as easily as a puppeteer pulls strings. It was only by the being’s will that he even had awareness of it. But that tiny island of rational thought was besieged on all sides by otherworldly sensation, with phantom tentacles plunging into his ass, his cock, his nose, his ears at every moment. Spectral filaments traveled across his body, selling out his most sensitive spots. The undersides of his arms, the soles of his feet, his nipples, and guiding innumerable small, teasing tendrils across them. \n\nIt was only due to the tentacle plugging and pumping his cock down to the balls that he wasn’t locked in climax. Instead, everything in his body craved release. The only sound he’d be able to muster was a whimper of desperation. \n\nYet, the voice that spoke was his own, and also not. \n\n“You had your fun with Puro.” The fake lenses of the suit focused on the bound goo-wolf, quivering with uncertain fear in his restraints. “But I think it’s [i]my [/i]turn now.”\n\nBereft of sight, Barty could only feel the poking that travelled across his chest, and the burning, itching heat that followed. The life-sized Barty plush rubbed its paws over its chest, feeling as the felt and flesh swelled out, proudly presenting the growing breasts. \n\nBarty writhed in his restraints as his chest bulged with mammoth mounds of boob-flesh, each as sensitive as the top of his cock. His nipples stuck out thicker than his thumb. Barty shook as twin tentacles flicked across them. \n\nThe Shifty-thing took its large, plush mitts and began to knead and squeeze the massive mammaries, the sensations transmitting down to the pleasure-crazed Barty. Something grew within him, rose, and gushed out.\n\n“Aaah~!” The voice gave a curiously deep moan as fresh breast milk spurted out across the floor. It fondled its full, heavy tits with confident pride. “Now these you can use to tease a good boy properly~” \n\nThat was only the start of it. The tingling pricks of dozens of tentacles ran across his waist before his musclegut receded, pulling into a flat, slender belly. His backside burned for a moment before swelling out, his thighs bulking out to give him a certifiable bubble-butt. \n\nThe plush-beast ran its mitts down its body, admiring the fuckable hourglass figure that he’d gifted Barty with. He looked perfect for bending over and sticking a bone in that rudderbutt. \n\nAs a finishing touch, he brushed a slick tendril across Barty’s mouth. His lips swelled, turning a deep red. Shifty smacked the plush lips together as they swelled out to match their captive’s. The deep crimson screamed, “kiss me, fuck me, use me.” Perfect for the otter with a secret cross-dressing fetish. \n\nAll he needed was to be a good little slut while Shifty worked.\n\n“You love writing bimbos so much, now you can be one for me~”\n\nIt turned its attention back to the trembling Puro. “You’ve had to wait quite a while, haven’t you? Such a good and patient boy~”\n\nIt knelt down in front of Puro, taking a deep sniff of his musky goo-cock. It had shrunk slightly from the lack of attention, but there was plenty of banked passion there. \n\nShifty knew just the thing to rekindle it. \n\nInside, the tentacles withdrew from Barty. Though the tickling never stopped on his pits and his feet, there was a moment of relative peace. Then he was wracked with a deep, pulsing throb from the depths of his gut. Something was squirming its way through his body, filling him from the inside out. \n\nHis throat bulged, then his cheeks, then a thick tentacle, drenched in saliva, burst from his maw. At the same moment, a thick tentacle burst out of his tailhole, stretching it around a swelling, pulsing girth. Barty shook as his guts writhed. The way set, thick tentacles started spilling out from his mouth and ass, winding around each other and spreading him still wider.\n\nOutside, the Barty/Shifty plush opened its maw. Three purple tentacles slipped delicately out, hanging in front of the face in place of a tongue. It gave a grunt of pleasure as a thick, coiled mass pushed itself out of its tailhole, before unwinding into many long tentacles. \n\n“Don’t worry.” The Shifty-thing whispered. Even though its mouth was full, the voice was clear. “This will feel easier for you than Barty.”\n\n“Hmm?” Puro gave a confused, muffled squeak before the tentacles pressed against him. He quivered, stiffening up as he felt the unnatural touch on his stomach. He’d thought they might be Barty’s fingers, but there were three, and then five, spreading out in a wide starfish pattern. \n\nTwo brushed up, wrapping his underarms before the tips circled the nipples hidden in the deep fur. He shook.\n\nTwo more brushed down, along the sides of his waist, before they wrapped around to his buttocks, kneading the pliant flesh. A desperate squeak burst out, muffled by his gag. \n\nThe fifth tentacle went down, wrapping around the base of his cock, giving the firm goo surface a rhythmic squeezing as it wrapped down further. The balls were tickled, the curved tip of the tentacle playing along them, leaving tingling energy in its wake. \n\n“HNNNNGGH-! HHRRRRNNNNGGGG-!” Puro writhed and squealed, his body jerking and lurching against his restraints. Froth flecked out from behind his gag. The tickling was unbearable, and it had only just started! \n\nHis moans echoed those of Barty. As a tendril traced delicately across Puro’s neck, sending him into a quivering tremor, Barty writhed as the thick mass in his asshole shunted roughly back and forth, their pent-up energy earthing itself in the helpless vessel. \n\nShifty knelt down, letting two more tentacles slip out of Barty’s ass to wrap around Puro’s ankles, lifting them up. Two more were sent out to target the wolf’s soft, squishy toe-beans. His muffled squeals rose by an octave.\n\nShifty took Barty’s tits and wrapped them around Puro’s thick cock. Inside the suit, Barty was forced to mimic the actions, palms firmly pressing against his hyper-sensitive tits. Squeezing them together, the plush-beast massaged Puro’s length, taking a slow and gentle up and down approach, keeping time with the tentacles teasing over his sensitive spots.\n\n”There’s a good boy.” Shifty’s echoing voice whispered. “Doesn’t it feel good to get massaged by Barty’s big tits? All while you’re being relentlessly stroked and tickled? It’s impossible to even think of resisting. The only thing you can do is submit~”\n\nPuro whimpered, twitching and jerking his hips. After all that delay, he was getting close, nice and quick~ There was only one appropriate treat for such a good boy!\n\nHe brought Barty’s ruby lips down, opening it and letting the otter’s tongue run across the tip. \n\n“NnnnnnnNNNNNNNHHHHHHH-!”\n\nJust like that, Puro erupted. Thick jizz shot into the plush Barty’s mouth, filling the otter’s mouth. Shifty kept him like that a moment before pulling back, letting the goo-wolf’s cock bounce free and shoot another jet of cum across the suit’s face. \n\nShifty sat back, savouring the feeling of the hot cum soaking across him. Inside, the tentacle inside Barty’s mouth bulged. His mouth was suddenly full of a hot, bitter taste, making sure he savoured before it gulped, bringing the hot seed down into his belly. \n\nThe tendril deep in Barty’s brain pulsed. It suddenly dawned on Barty how desperately he craved that taste, that scent, that [i]fullness[/i]. He’d usually think twice about bending over and begging for cock, but now the idea had a certain appeal. Especially if he wanted firm dicks to fill his mouth and butt with cummies…\n\nBack in the playroom, the tickling slowed, but didn’t stop, leaving Puro whimpering gently, suspended between his cuffs and the tentacles. \n\n“Such a good, [i]productive [/i]boy~” The Shifty-thing whispered. “Let’s see if we can’t pay back the favour.”\n\nIt stood up and brought its large plush mitts down to wrap around the giant cartoon cock. Deep inside, Barty’s limbs mimicked the action, helplessly squeezing his unbearably sensitive shaft. The tendril deep in his dick had not stopped thrusting all this time, but now it was getting firmer and deeper. \n\nShifty stroked Barty’s dick, squeezing in time with the tentacle inside, before jerking right down to the base. At the same instant, the tendril forced itself all the way down, stimulating Barty’s balls from the inside before whipping out again. \n\n“Time for a creamy treat!” Shifty whispered. \n\nBarty groaned and jerked forward. Cum shot through his dick, sending white-hot jolts of pleasure through his tentacle-wrapped frame before jetting out. The fabric-cock jerked in Shifty’s mitts like a firehose, shooting jizz hard enough to splash across Puro’s face. \n\nBarty moaned as the jet left his body, but the pressure was still rising within him. The release was instantly washed away as his balls clenched again, sending another jet of seed out through Shifty’s dick. Again, and again, and again, and again. All the orgasms he would have had at the hands of the tentacles had been banked for this moment and were releasing themselves with interest.\n\nShifty hummed happily, just holding the dick, letting it shoot its creamy white load all across the good goo-wolf. Puro was already burbling at the volumes of cum soaking in behind his gag, mixing in with his own and soaking across his floof. Shifty angled it to make sure the paws get their fair share of creamy paint, letting some big, firm squirts splash against Puro’s torso. Inside, let the tentacle in Barty’s ass keep pounding his prostate, milking every last trace of cum out of him. \n\nThe tendril in Barty’s head was flickering with each orgasm, making his thoughts beat in time with it. [i]Good. Bimbos. Get. Cummies. Good. Bimbos. Get. Cummies. \n[/i]\nOver and over. He let out a deep slutty moan around the tentacle in his throat. \n\nIt was time for the big finish. In truth, Shifty hadn’t thought this far ahead, but with Puro splayed so invitingly, there was only one thing for it. \n\nA tendril quickly whipped between Puro’s cheeks, slathering a hefty coating of some purple fluid. Puro shivered as the prickling heat built up quickly along his tailhole. His breath heaved, his hole flexed with a desperate craving to be filled. \n\nThat was all Shifty needed. The plush grabbed Puro’s hips and heartily slammed itself to the hilt into Puro’s well-lubed hole. Barty felt the wolf squeeze down across the entire length of his dick, bringing him to the most intense climax of the night. \n\nPuro’s stomach swelled as Barty filled him up. He let out a muffled cry of bliss as his cock twitched and leaked cum like a tap, painting himself with another layer of cream. \n\nAt last, at last, things seemed to settle down. The tentacles retracted, disappearing inside the plush. Puro slumped down in his restraints, catching his breath. The plush-beast dropped to its knees, gently heaving. Inside, the tentacles slowed their movement, gently sliding in and out of Barty’s stretched holes. \n\n“Well, it's about time to get this off.” After a moment, Shifty reached up and pulled the blinders off Puro. The goo-wolf blinked muzzily, looking up at the strange but familiar face. \n\n“Hey, how was that?” Shifty gently unfastened the gag as well, putting it on a nearby stool. \n\n“Aaaaahhhhhhnnnnnngggghhhh…” Puro moaned, letting out a long breath, letting his body gently quiver as the tension relaxed. “That was… weird but good. But…”\n\nPuro looked about him, taking in the strange-smelling puddle on the floor, the scattered salt, and the padding and green felt strewn about. “What happened here? Is that Barty?” Puro stared wide-eyed at the big-breasted, wide-hipped otter plushsuit. \n\n”Yes and no. I mean, in a way.” Shifty rubbed the plush chin, feeling the otter writhe a little inside him. “This might take a little explaining. But first…”\n\nIt swept up Puro in its big arms, princess-carrying the blushing wolf out of the bondage dungeon, making sure to snuggle him in the huge boobs. \n\n“A good boy like you deserves some aftercare~”\n\n***\n\nQuite a bit later. Shifty was flexing his small plush arms, admiring the stitching. \n\n“How is the new body?” Puro asked shyly. \n\n“It’s great!” The little plush reptile nodded. “Fits perfectly.”\n\n”You don’t mind it being like that? Your other body was quite a bit bigger.”\n\n”Oh, didn’t I explain? Watch.” \n\nShifty stood in the middle of the floor, made sure that Puro was watching, and let out a long, slow breath. Felt knitted together in tenebrous light, becoming flesh and scales, stretching out evenly. Puro blinked, and standing in front of him was a tall, wingless dragon-form, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. \n\nAs Puro stared, he sat back down in his seat, taking a sip of his water. \n\n“As long as I’ve got a stable anchor in the world, I can manipulate my presence pretty much however I like.” Shifty nodded, snapping his fingers with a satisfied air. “You got the anchor, so now I’m pretty much set! It wasn’t too embarrassing for you, was it?”\n\n“No, uh, it wasn’t too hard to… to cum over your plush…” Puro blushed and took a sip of his drink. “I-I, um, I’m glad you could help…”\n\n”Anything for my good boy to have a happy time~” Shifty reached over and stroked Puro down the shoulders. \n\n“Hhhhnnneeeeheheheheheehe…” Puro giggled frantically, burying his face in his paws. “B-But really… I didn’t think the summoning could go wrong like that… It didn’t… hurt… did it?”\n\nPuro thought back to the stuffing strewn about the playroom. \n\n“What? Oh, not really.” Shifty shrugged. “When that happens, it’s usually because the connection to my home is not properly made, so eldritch energy can’t circulate and builds up over here until it discharges. It can cause a lot of strange effects, so it is important to earth it before it causes trouble. Isn’t that right, Barty?”\n\nShifty leaned over, glancing at an armchair. \n\nBarty was showing signs of his misadventure. The transformation inside the eldritch plush suit had taken its toll on his body, leaving him with huge breasts, a tiny waist, and huge, bouncy hips. The otter was splayed out, ruby lips open in a permanent dick-sucking moan, both hands endlessly jerking up and down his firm cock. \n\nHe leaked an unending stream of pearly liquid into his lap, blowing firm ropes up, painting his face and chest. Dark purple goo dripped out from the corner of his mouth and beneath his tailhole. His eyes were half-lidded, staring forward in empty-headed lust. \n\n“Barty isn’t really a suitable name for him anymore. Not for such a happy, horny bimbo~” Shifty grinned. “What do you think works? Bartelle? Or Barti? Dunno. We’ll need to workshop it.”\n\n“Will he… be okay?” Puro asked. “I know you’ve said, but-“\n\n”Yeah, just give it another day or so. Don’t be afraid to give his cock a little nuzzling either, he’ll like that~” Shifty grinned at Puro’s blush. “He’s just gotta get it out of his system. I might have gone overboard a bit, but I think he deserved it this time.”\n\n”And you’re not worried that he’ll, um, pay you back in kind?” Puro glanced between the two. “Anything’s possible here…”\n\n”Turnabout is fair play. I’ll look forward to it.” Shifty yawned and stood up. “Now, let’s have a walk while there’s still a breeze out! Afterwards, we’ll have a lie down and give those sweaty foot-paws some loving~ I’m sure you can think of something you’d like to do for me~”\n\n”Kgrrnnneeeheheheehe!” Puro gibbered, standing up and marching quickly towards the door. \n\nShifty nodded to the prone otter. “Hold down the fort for us, Barty. You’re doing great!”\n\nBarty’s dick twitched, and another jet of cum painted his face. A fresh wave of goo leaked from his overused tailhole. \n\nWell, better out than in! Right now, there was an affectionate goo-wolf to dote on. There would be plenty of time for Barty once his pleasure-shattered mind reassembled itself.\n\n”Come on, Puro, walkies!” The newly formed dragon called out to the blushing goo-wolf. “Maybe I’ll put the collar on you this time.”\n\nPuro squeaked and whimpered happily as the firm hand squeezed his butt, then the door to the vast grey expanse outside shut behind them. \n\nBarty stared into the darkness, looking at nothing. In her head, the little purple tendril flashed, gradually earthing its energy. The otter’s whole body went stiff, and she jerked her hips up, cum shooting high enough to splatter the ceiling. The room echoed with a deep, slutty moan, coming from the depths of her soul. \n\nShe slumped down, blinking as she felt the hot cum dripping down onto her nose. Thinking was hard, but she was getting there. \n\nThat hunky dragon had done something to her, made her a big dummy dumb! That dragon was a big meanie! She needed to plot her revenge.\n\nYeah… When the dragon came back… She’d jump on him and suck his cock! Ride on him and make him shoot out all his cummies! That would teach him!\n\nOoh, and maybe she could get that cute gooey-wolf to let her lick that tasty-looking treat~ Doing sucky-sucks with a cutie while doing fucky-fucks with a hottie was the best cure for horny bimbo brain! \n\nThe picture of riding the dragon with Puro’s goo-dick in her mouth made her bite her cherry-red lips and start jerking off again. \n\nWhat was she thinking about? It didn’t matter. Not when there were happy cummy-cums to be had~\n\nShe’d make that dragon do the biggest cummies!\n\nThat would show him!\n\n" } } }