click.
Frostbyte's beastly body is engulfed in the writhing flesh, little more than a wriggling fashion accessory adhered to Teri's crotch as he services his lover of the moment.
Inhatti sways in, trailed by a gown of smoke. "Ah; change remains the same."
Teri grins, grinding burself down against bur hideous hedgehog. And bur body glides down, slick over him slick, slick, octopus-mouth-pussy orifice finally closing inward upon a part Frostbyte identifies with himself intimately.
Inhatti drapes against the Cube Tree, a smile on her lips. "Who was I, anyway?" she asks herself.
Frostbyte's face erupts from Teri's tendrils like a malformed baby taking it's first breath, recovering from his slime-choked bkulrlingus even as he's engulfed. ''This is good,'' he says dizzily.
Instantly, an invasion into Frostbyte's misshapen, lumpy rear cuts off his breath, tentacles probing rudely. Teri clamps tightly and drives burself hard upon Frostbyte. Bur top drifts off, wreathing banner above Inhatti. "Who are you?" it spells.
Frostbyte grunts as he's invaded so bluntly, his eyes popping open in surprise. He cannot writhe with the proper grace he prefers, only giving grunting, rodentine twitches.
Inhatti smiles a little. "I lost continuity, lost track. We?" The girl shakes her head. "Weareconfusedconvolutedoverlappedbefuddledmemorytossloss."
Down, down over salamander the leathery scarlet top drapes, clinging with centipede claws. "Ripples overlap," it spells.
Inhatti says, "And gelatin spreads and--What on earth am I saying?" She shakes her head. "Why am I spouting this nonsense?"
"Why?" it displays upon Inhatti's chest. Teri's top has now taken a fancy to serving as Inhatti's top.
Inhatti adjusts the leatherette. "Bad dreams and bad things." A pause. "And smooth-shorn flesh."
Eyes open over where nipples would be. ~Nightmares spinning heads askew~
Inhatti blinks. And digs in her smoky purse: a knife-wreathed phallus. "What is this crap?" she asks. "Who was I?"
Teri forgets Inhatti, forgets Cube Tree, forgets staring bystanders, forgets the Park, throws bur utmost abandons into writhingthrusts against Frostbyte with fleshtwisting over fleshtwisting, over and inside and engulfing.
The leatherette cannot offer answers. Instead it spells enigmas and suggestions. ~Artifacts hint~ (next line) ~will to be who will~
Inhatti watches the fleshy writhing. "Now that is a pretty thing. What was it I remember about parts?"
Frostbyte hnnnnfs, his rough digging paws digging welts in Teri's rump as he clasps her hips to his, over and over and over, drooling his fluids and his pleasures.
On spurs known to it alone, the red brassiere begins budding, doubling off and flaking one to remain clinging upon Inhatti and the other to scurry back to its original master.
Teri claws, bites, groans, rubs, as bur tentacles thrash, dripping far more moisture than previous.
Inhatti shakes her head. "I remember black, black--no, red. I--"And she falls over, eyes dead and staring. Moths flit from her open mouth, spiralling up into the never-sky.
Inhatti sways in, trailed by a gown of smoke. "Ah; change remains the same."
Teri grins, grinding burself down against bur hideous hedgehog. And bur body glides down, slick over him slick, slick, octopus-mouth-pussy orifice finally closing inward upon a part Frostbyte identifies with himself intimately.
Inhatti drapes against the Cube Tree, a smile on her lips. "Who was I, anyway?" she asks herself.
Frostbyte's face erupts from Teri's tendrils like a malformed baby taking it's first breath, recovering from his slime-choked bkulrlingus even as he's engulfed. ''This is good,'' he says dizzily.
Instantly, an invasion into Frostbyte's misshapen, lumpy rear cuts off his breath, tentacles probing rudely. Teri clamps tightly and drives burself hard upon Frostbyte. Bur top drifts off, wreathing banner above Inhatti. "Who are you?" it spells.
Frostbyte grunts as he's invaded so bluntly, his eyes popping open in surprise. He cannot writhe with the proper grace he prefers, only giving grunting, rodentine twitches.
Inhatti smiles a little. "I lost continuity, lost track. We?" The girl shakes her head. "Weareconfusedconvolutedoverlappedbefuddledmemorytossloss."
Down, down over salamander the leathery scarlet top drapes, clinging with centipede claws. "Ripples overlap," it spells.
Inhatti says, "And gelatin spreads and--What on earth am I saying?" She shakes her head. "Why am I spouting this nonsense?"
"Why?" it displays upon Inhatti's chest. Teri's top has now taken a fancy to serving as Inhatti's top.
Inhatti adjusts the leatherette. "Bad dreams and bad things." A pause. "And smooth-shorn flesh."
Eyes open over where nipples would be. ~Nightmares spinning heads askew~
Inhatti blinks. And digs in her smoky purse: a knife-wreathed phallus. "What is this crap?" she asks. "Who was I?"
Teri forgets Inhatti, forgets Cube Tree, forgets staring bystanders, forgets the Park, throws bur utmost abandons into writhingthrusts against Frostbyte with fleshtwisting over fleshtwisting, over and inside and engulfing.
The leatherette cannot offer answers. Instead it spells enigmas and suggestions. ~Artifacts hint~ (next line) ~will to be who will~
Inhatti watches the fleshy writhing. "Now that is a pretty thing. What was it I remember about parts?"
Frostbyte hnnnnfs, his rough digging paws digging welts in Teri's rump as he clasps her hips to his, over and over and over, drooling his fluids and his pleasures.
On spurs known to it alone, the red brassiere begins budding, doubling off and flaking one to remain clinging upon Inhatti and the other to scurry back to its original master.
Teri claws, bites, groans, rubs, as bur tentacles thrash, dripping far more moisture than previous.
Inhatti shakes her head. "I remember black, black--no, red. I--"And she falls over, eyes dead and staring. Moths flit from her open mouth, spiralling up into the never-sky.