“Hey, wait!” Salrith called, tugging sharply on the restraints that bound each of the four-armed creature’s limbs. A shackle was affixed to each of the hybrid’s wrists and ankles, anchoring them to the street and leaving the smaller creature unable to stand up. The hybrid’s head twisted back towards the slyne as she walked away. “Why are you doing this?”

Salrith’s voice was shrill and urgent with the hybrid stuck on the slightly moist surface of the plaza. Overhead, the warped and gnarled buildings of the city of Nodd stretched up into the gloomy sky, all within the shadow of the looming city Spire and the Conduit at its peak. People walked by and went about their business, mostly ignoring the naked and chained hybrid being subjected to Council punishment. Salrith could still feel the occasional set of eyes, though, inspecting. Admiring. Judging. There was ever the lingering, unspoken question of was this victim free for use?

Most damningly was that Salrith knew that the answer was invariably yes. No one would stop someone who decided to ‘help’ in the hybrid’s punishment.

The Council Reaper turned, her long quills wavering in the dank breeze that passed over the city streets. Behind her mask her eyes were all but invisible, but her long and hooked snout plainly curled into a smile. The slender, almost skeletal creature stooped and withdrew what appeared to be a small harness and ring from a bag. The mobile luggage twisted one large, slitted eye from its slyne owner to the trapped creature in the street, almost seeming to admire the bondage that had been tangled around the chitinous tinker.

The slyne stalked back to Salrith, claws clacking on the ground, then knelt down beside the hybrid. She reached out and stroked the small, four-armed creature’s head.

Standing at nearly eight feet tall, the Slyne was effectively three times Salrith’s height. Her slender fingers caressed the hybrid’s skull between either horn, then began to affix one of the straps of the harness.

“Oh, Salrith,” she hissed sibilantly. Salrith looked at her fingers where she held the harness, then stared up at her. They both knew that the series of straps were going in, whether the smaller creature liked it or not. And past the slyne, tied to a tall and sleepy-looking lamp post, Salrith could see a large and squirming creature that wouldn’t stop staring.

“No, no—” Salrith started as the slyne affixed the harness to Salrth’s head, then slipped a loop around the hybrid’s snout. “I’ve been a good tinker! I’ve fixed lots of things! I’ve been chaotic! I’ve—”

Then the slyne slipped a second loop around Salrith’s lower jaw and tightened. The hybrid’s mouth was summarily yanked open, the tight bonds forcing lower jaw and upper to spread wide open and stay that way. The four-armed creature’s muzzle gaped as Salrith looked at the slyne urgently.

“You poor, stupid girl. Or whatever you are. You should know by now the Council doesn’t need a reason to do these things. And even if there is one, the likes of you and I aren’t going to be told.” The slyne gave a smile that was entirely unkind, then looped two more straps around either of Salrith’s chelicerae. A groan filled the air as even Salrith’s pincers, that might conceivably have defended against unwanted intrusions, were pulled back and to the sides. “There. Do try not to enjoy yourself. I’m quite peckish,” the slyne muttered, standing up and walking across to the almost canid creature.

Salrith could only gulp as the slyne unfastened the beast’s collar. More eyes turned to the hybrid and the now freed beast, and there was no doubt that a number of them would be stealing glances under Salrith’s tail. The four-armed creature could do nothing to stop that. That was part of the point.

The beast was a quadrupedal creature. It had a bony skull for a face that held its four red, vivid eyes. Its leathery grey-green hide bunched and rippled with feral muscle, and its stubby tail wagged slowly behind it. Its most prominent asset, though, was what captured Salrith’s immediate gaze.

A heavy, fat, and leathery sheath hung between the beast’s hind legs. Its size was nearly as large as Salrith’s head. More frighteningly were the balls that hung behind it, each one as large as Salrith’s chest and, most worryingly of all, visibly squirming with… something. Little undulating masses that shifted and wriggled beneath its hide.

This was clearly a beast that had been taken from Viviria, the House of life.

“HhaAah!” Salrith groaned, pulling on the restraints again. The beast stalked over to Salrith, glistening slime drooling from the leathery home of its cock. It craned its head down and snuffled at the hybrid, fetid breath washing over the four-armed creature’s forcibly opened mouth. Salrith squeaked in response.

“Oh, City’s Eyes, do pipe down,” the slyne muttered. “It’s not even proper beast-chaining or Mortification. It’s not like the guillotine or gorging – you’ll live.”

That was of cold comfort to Salrith as the drooling beast slid over the hybrid and squashed its plump, hefty sheath against the smaller creature’s snout.

Musk.

The potent, unwashed scent of beast filled Salrith’s nostrils, and the hybrid’s whole body shivered. The slyne had brought this one deliberately, Salrith realised, for as its scent filled the hybrid’s lungs it set the smaller creature’s body awash with a warm, tingling heat. Without even meaning to, Salrith’s tail was already curling upwards, slit starting to feel sensitive and electric.

The hybrid quivered and forced that wandering tail back down again, feeling embarrassment rise. Just because some male shoved his overbearing scent in Salrith’s nostrils didn’t mean—

“Ahh!” Salrith groaned as the beast’s sheath twitched and heaved. Then the end of it peeled back and exposed a fat, fleshy, flared behemoth of a cock that dripped and dribbled slime already. The scent was overwhelming and heady, making the hybrid’s heart thump a little faster as hormones began to engage to prepare the hybrid’s body for the breeding it believed it was about to receive.

Salrith couldn’t help it. The smaller creature’s body was right in that point of its cycle that the hybrid was precisely susceptible to the male scent. It was looking to be bred, and it would do its damnedest to convince its owner’s mind that that was exactly what should happen.

The heat grew to an itching need as the beast squashed and thrust its drooling tip against Salrith’s face, and in only a few moments of being so close to the potent stink of the creature’s cock, a shameful wetness began to grow between Salrith’s folds. The warmth grew uncomfortable until Salrith couldn’t help but lift tail at least a little bit, and the hybrid could almost feel eyes from passing citizens beginning to watch the punishment unfold.

Salrith’s slit ached to be filled. The slyne knew how affected Salrith’s body was by scents. That was definitely why she’d chosen to let the beast get acquainted with the hybrid’s snout. Why this punishment was happening now. Slynes ‘ate’ suffering – it sustained them as much as food and water did. Moreso, really. This was all happening for the humiliation it would cause as the four-armed creature’s body began responding as nature intended it to, despite Salrith’s protestations.

Splt!

The beast’s cock flexed and Salrith watched as a gush of slime poured from the tip, so copious that it almost looked like the creature was pissing precum. It sprayed into Salrith’s mouth, the musky flavour making Salrith’s heart skip a beat. Only, the torrent cut off with remarkable abruptness. Salrith’s eyes crossed, looking down at the still-twitching crown and the beast’s glistening cumslit.

It was… gaping. No, it was… bulging? Salrith’s mind shakily turned its attention back to the beast’s churning sack. Only a moment later, the reason for the abrupt cessation of its spilling precum made itself known. A plump, wriggling worm of featureless white began to slide its body out of the beast’s urethra. It flopped and writhed, curling and twitching in the air.

Then, with a surging slop of fluids, the squiggling invader was pushed out and plopped onto the ground in front of Salrith’s bound form, flailing weakly on the street in a gushing puddle of precum.

“HhHHAAA!” Salrith whined, eyes widening. The hybrid’s jaws strained against the bonds of those straps, but it was no use. The four-armed creature’s mouth wouldn’t close. The slyne chuckled, leaning against a wall as she watched.

“Mhm. He’s going to introduce a whole nest to your stomach. And you’re going to show the whole district how wet it gets you. Then when he’s done, he’ll do the same to your womb. Or your ass. Unless someone else decides to make use of you first. If you’re lucky, maybe it’ll be a krudge; the City knows they last long enough that your tail end might get out of infestation.” The slyne leaned on her staff, smiling coldly down at Salrith. “So I suggest you start showing everyone how eager you are, hmm? Unless you want to mother countless annelids.”

She lifted the butt of her weapon and used it to lift Salrith’s tail, exposing the hybrid’s wet folds and puckered ass to the street. Salrith whimpered as the beast mashed its worm-dripping cock forward and into the hybrid’s mouth. There was a terrifyingly fat knot starting to squeeze out from its sheath, and the hybrid could tell exactly where it was going to go. Every new breath made Salrith’s body tingle with unwanted urges, and every passing moment left the four-armed creature tingling in perverse anticipation.

With no eggs to lay, Salrith’s ovipositors wouldn’t come out, either. So the hybrid’s cunt just slowly felt slicker and slimier and more aching for something to touch it. As the first powerful throb filled Salrith’s mouth, precum squitching into the hybrid’s gullet complete with a deeply unsettling wriggling motion, the four-armed creature could only gulp it down.

The need was so unfair… Why did Salrith’s body have to respond like this?

Salrith squeezed all eight eyes shut, trying to block out the feeling of a gathering crowd. Council punishment of an Outsider. A Chosen One. Someone not born of the City itself. What could be more crowd-pleasing than seeing an Outsider debased?

The beast humped. Choking on the fat cock, Salrith’s eyes snapped wide. Then, with a shameful, muffled chitter-whimper, Salrith lifted tail.

The beast’s fat cock surged into Salrith’s mouth, squelching home and stretching the hybrid’s jaws wider. The smaller creature’s eyes squeezed shut as that greasy, heated flavour spread across every tastebud. Its feral crown fattened and flexed like a flare, pumping a gooey load of worm-filled slime into Salrith’s mouth that the hybrid was forced to gulp down with a sickening swallow. The worms flopped and writhed as they slid down the four-armed creature’s throat, and Salrith’s belly warmed with the precum of the beast as it started to roll and squash its pendulous sheath forwards.

Inches of unwashed, animal dick squeezed into Salrith’s mouth, filling the arachnobold’s senses with its cloying musk and taste. It smelled so intoxicating, and no matter where Salrith’s tongue moved there was nowhere that wasn’t brushed up against some part of its enormous, monstrous dick. It made the hybrid’s body feel so flush and warm.

The sensation of drool falling on Salrith’s back told the hybrid that the large beast was starting to enjoy the wet, warm feeling around its cock. The slyne nearby chuckled, leaning on her staff as Salrith was forced to slowly sway tail to the milling crowd in the street.

Because the slyne was right. Salrith could either try to entice a random stranger, who might be infested or drugged with their own problems … or wait for the beast who definitely had an infestation. One that was probably very well-suited for the hybrid’s womb.

Because as soon as the beast finished, it would pull out and take up an arguably more traditional position with the hybrid. And oh, with every slurp and swallow, perverted as it was, Salrith’s body ached for that position.

So as that fat cock squelched and thrust back and forth, churning saliva and precum into a froth that oozed out around the gag, Salrith lifted tail and pushed back towards the street shamefully. Showing off.

“That’s it. Just show everyone what a needy thing you are. Free for use.” The slyne laughed behind her mask as the beast gave a growl and shoved its cock deeper.

Its blunt, fleshy cocktip rammed against the back of Salrith’s throat, making the hybrid nearly gag. It was so big that the arachnobold could barely process it. The beast pulled out as its dick twitched, leaving a singular slithering presence on Salrith’s pillowy tongue, before it humped forwards again.

This time, the sheer force of it hurt as it battered Salrith’s throat and forced the smaller creature to gulp. Another intoxicating splrt of precum filled the hybrid’s mouth and Salrith gurgled out a gooey noise as it went down.

Then two clawed hands grabbed Salrith’s ass and the hybrid’s whole body stiffened. The beast’s cock wedged in Salrith’s snout meant it was impossible to even look behind and see who or what it was.

“Ooh, unlucky,” the slyne chortled. Salrith sucked in a sharp breath of confusion. There came a hiss from behind the arachnobold, and then something warm and slimy bumped against the hybrid’s cunt. Salrith gasped sharply at the same moment as the beast humped forwards and, with a fleshy sklrtch, the quadruped’s fat dick sank into Salrith’s throat.

Pain shot through the hybrid’s neck at the unexpected intrusion, but once the feral creature’s cock had found purchase, there was no going back.

Salrith felt it cram its way in at the same time as a tapered, pulsing spire skewered into the hybrid’s cunt, spreading Salrith’s embarrassingly wet folds. With a choked attempt at a gasp, Salrith found that it was impossible to draw in any air around that enormous plug squashing its way inwards. It filled the hybrid’s throat so completely that nothing came in but goopy spurts of preslime. A wet, gooey sensation poured into Salrith’s gullet as whatever creature had a hold of the chitinous hybrid’s ass began to frantically hump.

And mother egg did it feel good.

The pain of stretching radiated through Salrith’s jaws as the beast humped and bucked while at the same time the unavoidable pleasure of being fucked began to grow wetly between the hybrid’s legs. Salrith couldn’t even whimper as the tapered cock desperately bucked in and out, squirting little jets of slime with each push.

Closer and closer, Salrith could see a fat, fleshy bulb sink. The beast’s knot, uninflated, looked to be as large as Salrith could even hope to fit. With the pleasure building under Salrith’s tail, there was a growing, twisted sensation of want, too. An increasingly persistent voice in the hybrid’s mind that wanted the beast to keep going. To take it further. That wanted to find out what would happen with the worms.

“Oh, you filthy little thing,” the slyne said, sniffing. “I’m barely getting a snack off of you.”

Salrith groaned as fuzzy balls smacked against the hybrid’s groin. The beast’s knot squashed against Salrith’s snout as the slavering beast above growled out in hungry desire, cumtube fattening as it delivered another payload to the hybrid’s belly. Salrith couldn’t breathe, and it was starting to hurt more than the arachnobold’s yawning jaws.

“You’re not suffering. You’re enjoying this.”

As the cock pounding away at Salrith’s cunt twitched, fattened, and then started to spasm wildly, Salrith tried vainly to whimper. Gooey splurts of warmth began to erupt under the hybrid’s tail as the slyne walked closer. She sneered at the hybrid.

“Well, fine. Hope you had a deep breath.”

Then she smacked the beast’s rump, and the creature snarled. It humped forwards in surprise, and as the tapered, dripping cock started to pull out from Salrith’s slimy slit, the fat, greasy knot of the beast slammed against Salrith’s mouth and…

…

Pop!

It felt like the beast’s crown had just squashed all the way to Salrith’s stomach. That fleshy, salty knot of flesh throbbed warningly in Salrith’s mouth, stretching the hybrid’s jaws to their maximum. Then it started to fatten.

Salrith’s eyes went wide, but there was nothing to stop it happening. Thick gouts of slime started to burble and squelch into Salrith’s stomach directly, the beast having a direct line to the hybrid’s belly. Salrith’s lips were locked behind its knot, squashed against its sheath. Though the arachnobold couldn’t draw in even a single breath, the cloying, musky scent of its feral musk still lingered in the hybrid’s nostrils, wedged up against its crotch.

Thicker, thicker, thicker, the beast’s knot fattened and engorged, each moment forcing Salrith’s jaws to widen a little more. The hybrid’s jaws creaked. It ached as that plump bulb of flesh locked itself immovably into the arachnobold’s muzzle, into the smaller creature’s throat, and in only moments the quadruped’s cumtube began to thicken.

Salrith couldn’t feel it fully as the wormy, gooey eruptions of cum began pumping directly inwards, but the slow and inescapable pressure was unmistakeable. In moments, the hybrid’s belly started to feel squirmy and full. In seconds, Salrith’s stomach started to bloat, and the four-armed creature could do nothing but pointlessly swallow.

Choking soundlessly, Salrith gulped and squeezed around the feral beast’s cock as it pumped out the infested contents of its balls. The slyne walked around her captive quarry, then gave a light smack to Salrith’s ass with the butt of her spear.

Salrith tugged at the restraints as saliva and cockslobber drooled out around the beast’s fat girth, vision dimming from how plugged the hybrid’s throat was. Gouts of wriggling spunk squelched and sloshed into Salrith’s belly in rhythmic spurts, and the hybrid weakly gummed at the beast’s knot.

“After that nurk, seems like nobody wants your tail, now. Looks like you got fucked for nothing, huh? Guess once it finally pulls out we’ll get to see if you’re as stretchy back here as your mouth is, after all.”

Salrith swallowed.

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