hyena, futa, scylla, tentacles, hidden balls, public, unseen, multiple penetration, cumflation, ball inflation, tentacle stuffing, asphyxiation, mind break, overstimulation, creampie, unwilling, mindbreak, hypnosis
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Swimming after my friends, I watch them go straight through a big wave, one I follow them right through.
Diving through it, I shut my eyes tight, enjoying the sensation of cool salt water rushing past me, ears being drenched and matted down.
All of my fur is, and as I come out of the wave, I let myself relax in the water a bit longer, floating along like a lifeless corpse. My fur covers my whole body, all of it matted down like a wet dog. Thankfully the spray I put on before getting in helps the smell stay away, and it’s not so uncomfortable to move about.
My brown spotted fur looks more like brown with black stripes when soaked like this, my red swimsuit looking even sexier on my small form like this.
Letting my body completely relax, I smile a bit. I have friends I can go to the beach with now; despite my small stature, my flat chest and ass, with only nice thighs and a thick cock to call my own, I have friends to do this with. No girlfriends or boyfriends, no, but I didn’t expect that. Most people are disgusted by hyena girls anyways, what with our cocks. Even if hyena futanari like myself don’t need to be fucked through it, people still think it’s the case and avoid us like the plague.
I even hid mine in my swimsuit really well! You don’t even know my balls are there, I have them hidden in my pussy, what with them being so small I can force them in. But, with every pass of the underwater currents between my legs, I feel my body tense and loosen just a little, my balls being massaged some and making them fill in the space a bit more than is comfortable.
Shuddering, I pop my head out, floating in the water and looking about. Good, the girls didn’t get far.
As I swim over, I notice the brushing feeling between my legs hasn’t really faded… eh, whatever. Ignoring it, I continue on, feeling my cock slowly harden in my panties from the constant current brushing across my slit. It’s so much I even feel my panties starting to strain against my swimsuit, and am oh-so grateful this water isn’t clear enough anyone could see beneath my neck.
Nearing them, I go to wave, only for them to speak up. “Oh, who’s that behind you?”
I pause, only to smile like I’m introducing an old friend. “Oh, whoops, it’s Onia!” Smiling, I lean back into the scylla girl, who’s got her arms wrapped around my waist in a comforting hug. “My girlfriend, duh~”
Not realizing a thing is wrong, I let myself sink back into her, the ocean breeze rubbing my slit so roughly my panties are torn right off by my rock hard cock. Eyes widening, I go to grab them, only to miss and watch them float away.
“What’s wrong, dear~?” Her tentacles, smooth and like rubber, only with little suckers along the bottom that aren’t latching onto me by choice, slowly wrap up around my arms and legs in a comforting embrace. “Lose something?”
“M-my panties tore off…” Smiling, she licks my ear, her long purple snake-like tongue tracing around it.
A tendril wraps around my crotch, before one coils around my cock, covering it with her rubbery skin that slowly jacks me off. “Oh, is that all~? I can replace those~”
Gasping, I shudder, like it’s the first time her tendrils have ever touched me down there. The first anyone has, for that matter. Hands exploring my body, squeezing my small chest, with my friends not noticing one bit as they return to swimming and playing. “H-hey, out here?”
A tentacle presses against my slit firmly, pushing in right alongside my balls. It’s thin at the tip, like a finger, but it feels big. And it rapidly grows thicker, like a traffic cone, slowly pressing up past my balls and squeezing them into my prostate, making me moan louder than I’d like. “It’s alright, they won’t know, no matter how loud you moan~”
It’s like something clicks in my head right at that moment, and reality returns to normal.
My heart rate picks up, pounding in my chest. I have no girlfriend, especially not a scylla, I know none.
The tentacle in my slit shoves in suddenly hard, slamming against my cervix and making me scream in pleasure. The thickness is squeezing my balls like a tight wedge, squeezing the thick white cum out of them and into the sea.
Screaming in shock and fear, my friends turn around, looking at me… before continuing on their way, like nothing is wrong. “H-hel-c-cumming!”
The feeling of them watching me as if I’m in the middle of playing, that only makes it worse. My cock is wrapped in a tight tendril, stroking and rubbing it like a rubber toy, while a tendril is shoved so deep inside of me it’s kissing my cervix, the arm thick appendage squishing my hidden balls into a near pancake and hitting my prostate with them, making me spray cum into the ocean like a hose.
Her tendril, it’s not just a tentacle, it suddenly sprays thick liquid right into my womb. It’s so strange, so thick, making me bloat like a balloon in no time. Even as her suckers latch onto my balls, squeezing them even tighter, the flow doesn’t stop, steadily looking pregnant and then some.
“Don’t worry…” A sultry voice kisses my ears, a thinner tendril pushing against the tip of my cock, while another goes to my asshole, and yet another to my lips. “You’ll love it, my breeding stock~”
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