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The Labyrinth Hotel (13)
🕑 Added 2024-12-09 19:28:06 +0000 UTCThis is a seven page long story so if you want to read it in some kind of dedicated word editor, the ODT file in included in the downloads. Also, somehow this didn't trip Patreon's adult content filter lol. Enjoy! Next week will be the start of a new mini-arc.
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“What a beautiful pregnant belly you have here Pascal, I wonder how these fully grown tentacles will choose to be born, hmm?” He flicked his stunning blue hair on purpose, and the dog put the final piece of the puzzle together. The Order of the Blue was about to help with yet another delivery.
The mouse licked at Pascal’s taut fur, then pat his belly again. This time the contents inside grew more restless, squirming and distorting the dog’s already taut fur enough to make him groan. It took a few moments before they settled again, but now every so often he’d feel a nudge or a prod. It was like these things were testing him.
“Heh, you feel that?” Check asked, back to his coy little attitude.
“Mmmf, yeah, I think they want out…” Pascal’s ears drooped and his cheeks blushed, realizing this would be the second birth he’d be giving since entering the hotel. But eggs were smooth and didn’t thrash much, being eggs and all.
“Check, sir, is it time to clear out?” The mouse from the left of Pascal’s belly asked. Just then the dog’s full tummy stretched and squirmed again, the movement inside feeling even more restless and agitated. Pascal let out a little whine as he felt his swollen middle being tested. He could feel a tip press against his sides, and watched as it bulged outwards before giving up and vanishing again beneath his fur.
Check let out a loving sigh. “It appears so my friends. You’ve all done wonderfully yet again, your cum-tributions have awoken the beasts inside, and they’re eager to find their way out… Yes, it’s best you all scurry off now, I’ll be guiding another creature into the world today.
The mouse nodded, and all of them shouted out in very friendly tones “Good luck Pascal!” As they hopped down, and vanished into some corner of the room Pascal couldn’t see. Perhaps a hole was well hidden behind the bed or something. Russ could be heard one last time though. “He’s doing well Check, I think you’ve got a live one this time!”
Check let out a genuine chuckle and gave a squeaky little grunt as he stood up, still looking down at the pregnant canine.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, his tone just a little concerned.
“Ah, no need to worry, it’s just a personal preference of mine is all to see these things birthed in a… particular way.” Check tapped one of his feet against Pascal’s belly a couple times, then rhythmically he did it again. He stepped back and Pascal let out a grunt as a tentacle strained itself against that spot, pushing pretty hard, then vanishing once more.
“Guh, I really think they want out now…” He whined.
“Oh they do.” Check tapped his foot again as he turned and began to walk up Pascal’s curve. “The trick is guiding them to the destination. You see they don’t really have eyes, but acoustics are more than enough to help. Buuuut you met them in the shower, you’ve seen em.” He tapped his foot again, the tentacle bulging at the new spot further towards the middle.
“Unfortunately for me some of these things find the easy way out. Can’t have that though, can we?” He tapped his foot again after another step, and the tentacle bulged once more. Each time it gave an earnest shove against Pascal’s belly, making the dog grunt and wonder if it was just trying to bust its way out. But as Check seemed to guide the creatures… oh, oh wait…
“Ch-check! W-wouldn’t the easy way be uh, you know, the sensible way?!” Pascal squirmed against the restraints a bit as that mouse foot tapped again, getting closer and closer to his big popped navel. Another bulge… this time much closer to the nub stuck helplessly out atop his dome.
Check looked over his shoulder, his hair flicking again as he smiled. “Oh Pascal~ but you’ve come so far and enjoyed so much of this, why by worried now?” He stood next to the dog’s vulnerable navel and raised his foot up above it, crossing his arms and looking down with a smile and a questioning look. “Do you really think after all this I’d wanna hurt one of the best fr- er, hosts I’ve come across?”
Pascal blinked and took a moment to actually think about that. It was the Labyrinth Hotel… how could he forget? Surely Check was right, and this would be a good thing. But from all the pushing and shoving he’d felt so far, his heart raced with uncertainty.
“Come on, take a chance, I bet you’ll loooooove it~” The mouse squeaked out, his foot still hovering. But then he cut in as Pascal was about to respond. His tone seemed less cocky and played up, and more genuine. “But, if it’s too much, you know you can just ask.”
A wave of warmth spread over Pascal. That tone was so reassuring. The little mouse had been calling all the shots so far and Pascal was beginning to worry the hotel and its inhabitants might be out of his control after all. He’d enjoyed things so far, but the thought of his dreams becoming gradually twisted did worry him just a bit. That voice though, Check had changed it on purpose and it didn’t go unnoticed. Suddenly, the dog found his breathing come back under control again as he looked up at Check’s sincere expression. Wow… He’d actually gotten so worked up he’d nearly backed out. But his mind couldn’t follow that anxiety any further. As the tension washed away he felt his groin stir as his erection strengthened a bit, and began to tug on the rope harder and harder. His cheeks blushed with arousal now, the sight of Check’s hovering toes now eliciting a different response. His cock suddenly throbbed, pulling hard at the rope. Pascal smiled, he was enjoying this.
“Mmmf… Ok but, untie me down there, please?”
Check’s smile widened again and his eyes lit up. “YES! FINALLY!” The mouse was careful to turn and put his paw down on the belly away from the big navel, and slid down Pascal’s underbelly like a big fuzzy slide.
“Jeeze, what a mess you made!” He heard him shout. “It’s like an all white Jackson Pollock painting down here!” Check’s ears perked up as he heard a little gurgling sound, then noticed the dog’s balls visibly churn. “Wait, you’ve still got THAT much in there? Those are some fat dog nuts!” He grabbed at the rope and began to untie it.
Pascal chuckled, indeed feeling them shift a bit in his sac. His cock was pulled down a bit more, then suddenly the rope slipped free and his shaft eagerly bounced upwards, smacking his belly. In response he let out a loud whine as the tentacles pushed hard at his lower tummy, making a very visible bulge.
“Woah now! Maybe try and control that just a bit huh?” Check grabbed the spire and used it as leverage to work his way back up the big round dome. “Now let’s get you guys back up here.” He spoke down to the belly as he tapped his feet rhythmically against it once more. He made his way up, Pascal letting out grunts and huffs as the bulges worked their way up the curve of his belly all over again. It was tough, but each time he went to throb he clenched a bit. His shaft would stiffen in response, and pulse straight up in the air instead of making a hard smack against him.
Check stood proudly at the top of that dome and looked down once more. “Now let’s try this again!” He raised a foot above that navel, and Pascal’s ears perked, his heart beat going up again. “Do you, Pascal, wanna have some FUN?!”
Pascal licked his lips and smiled, closing his eyes and nodding with a goofy face. “Y-yes please Check!”
“Hazoooooo!” The mouse shouted out happily, his own erection at full mast again. Then he pat that paw down hard, twice, a third time, creating a little rhythm right on top of the big swollen belly button. Pascal squirmed and whined in response. The stimulation made his shaft pulse and his tip leak pre again. Then it happened. The bulging from before returned but square in the middle of his tummy. He felt the tentacles snake below it, then push upwards against his navel.
“A-ah-w-wooooo!” He howled out in a very canine response, what with such a sensitive area suddenly being pushed further outwards. Check’s eyes lit up in astonishment. It was one of the most erotic things he’d ever seen. The popped nub turned a pink shade as it bulged and the dimple in Pascal’s knob nearly faded completely. There was a moment where the tentacle just kept pushing, then it relinquished and faded back under the fur again. Pascal was left panting and his head swimming with arousal. “G-goodness~”
“Yeah, see, told you~” Check shot down confidently. “You of all people I was sure of. Not everyone gets off to their belly button being humped you know.” Check started tapping his paw against the nub again and Pascal barely had time to prepare before the tentacle pushed outwards.
“G-GAH!” Pascal looked up at the crest of his belly as his outie bulged outwards again, stretching a bit further upwards as the beast inside was urged to try once more. He could feel the strain against his popped button increasing and the more it did… the more his erection surged. “Oh FUCK this is AWESOME!” Pascal shouted out in a slurred voice. The tentacle kept pushing and pushing… then faded quickly again. This time the dog let out a frustrated and horny whine, squirming as if any of his movements could urge the tentacle to keep going.
“Pl-please! PLEASE I need that! I need it again!” He shouted out, a bit of drool running down his chin.
Check was actually caught off guard a bit, he hadn’t expected such a strong positive response. He looked back at the pink navel and realized just how to make this work. “Don’t worry, I have an idea.”
He fell to his knees once more. His erection immediately made contact, and he rubbed upwards against it. He didn’t hunch over this time, he just bucked his hips against it. It was a rhythm after all, and a constant one.
“O-oh gosh, yes, that’s it Check, that’s perfect!” Pascal slurred his sentence again as the tentacle rushed back upwards and once more the dog was in bliss. His outie bulged out, the mouse kept up his humping, and the big canine penis stiffened up like a pipe. His knot bloated as he watched his navel do the same, pink turning into a much deeper pink as the beast inside didn’t let up this time.
“Oh! Oh yes! Oh fuck that’s it, come on, PLEASE you can do it PUSH PUSH PUSH!!!”
Hearing Pascal shout out such a horny plea made Check’s brain all noodly. He just kept humping and felt that wonderful pressure in his groin build up again. His eyes were locked on the outie bulging bigger and bigger, it was a dream come true. The mouse let out a nice long moan and his whole body shivered as he thrust upwards once more and came like a little rocket~ blasting his sticky warm load.
“G-GAH!”
Check heard Pascal shout out in pleasure just as he heard a somewhat cartoonish and sloppy “POP!” and suddenly a blue appendage burst its way through the dog’s belly button. Spots started to whine like never before and erupted between his legs, cumming so hard he nearly hit the ceiling. It all started to splatter back down as the tentacle began to snake its way free. But Check was amazed, it just kept going! He soon realized this wasn’t a dog pregnant with multiple, he was just carrying one! A full grown and matured blue tentacle emerged continuously as the dog continued to howl and squirm, likely having the orgasm of his life from the sensation. Check just sat there on his knees with a dumb goofy look, he couldn’t believe just how lucky he’d gotten with this critter, it was the perfect storm of kinks and confidence.
Finally, just as Pascal thought the sheer amount of bliss might cause him to pass out, the fat squirmy appendage slid completely free. But as it did it’s tip swirled and spread a clear fluid inside the dog’s open navel, and as the taper became thinner and thinner Check watched as the magic happened right before his eyes. Not a single entrance was left. It may have burst forth, but it did its duty to help the host resume their normal life and the second the last bit left Pascal’s belly it was if he’d never been popped in the first place. It then slithered off the bed, and head straight for the bathroom.
Now it was just Pascal and Check. The dog’s belly wasn’t nearly as round as it just had been, but he was still bloated with left over fluids from his gestation. His navel was an innie once again, completely healed and like new. The mouse flopped over onto his back, catching his breath. He was rising and falling atop that slimmed down tummy as Pascal did the same. Finally after a few completely silent minutes of no dialogue, just breathing, the silence was broken.
“Th-that… was incredible~” Pascal let out with a husky sounding voice, a bit hoarse from the blissful shouting.
“You could say that again.” Check responded. His voice was finally one without showmanship. He’d achieved his goal well beyond what he’d imagined. His head was still buzzing with pleasure, and so was his groin, but he sat up and slid down that soft white belly. Pascal watched as the mouse went down to one of his feet and untied the rope. His little legs were shaky, but clearly he felt a duty to give the dog his freedom back. Pascal just laid there and as his limbs were capable of moving again he gave them all a little flex, but soon went limp again in relaxation. Check dropped the last bit of rope, then strode his way over to the dalmatian’s face, and leaned against one of his chubby cheeks.
“Pascal…” He was just now starting to catch his breath. “Do you know just how long I’ve been waiting for that?”
The dog chuckled and picked the mouse up gently, placing him on his chest. He wiggled back and propped his head up on a pillow.
“I didn’t know I needed that, but I’m glad I let it happen.” He chuckled and poked the mouse’s belly. “Thanks.”
Check let out a little ticklish squeak and adjusted his glasses. “I mean it, like I said before, you don’t know how many people come in here expecting the roller coaster you just went through, perfectly capable of enjoying the ride too! ...and then for some reason their nerves just get the better of them. I guess the anxiety just doesn’t let their brain feel the pleasure. It’s never fully satisfying when someone’s scared.”
Pascal was somewhat caught off guard by just how real Check was being now, but he could tell the mouse was thinking about some things. “That’s a shame. I kinda thought that walking through the front doors meant it wouldn’t matter what happened, that you’d feel totally free no matter what, but I did feel that hesitation a bit. I’m just glad you gave me a choice.”
“Well, yeah, I don’t really do things without consent. I mean we tied you up and all but if we didn’t, trust me, the fear gets worse. People freak out when a tentacle that doesn’t really know how to exit starts to thrash. All that sound confuses them, and they wind up kinda messing it all up. It’s… gotten ugly before. But this way? We get to help them birth correctly.”
Pascal tilted his head. “Wait, people who’s fetish is pregnancy get scared of birth? Wouldn’t the hotel know how to make the perfect situation for them?”
Check gave a look of incredulity. “EXACTLY! They literally would be into it, but people man…” The mouse paused, but wasn’t ready to stop his train of thought. “I mean I get it. They come here and they just, idk, they think all the work will be done for them and everything. But you also have to be ready for the experience. If you aren’t prepared to have a good time it usually just goes bad. They think fear doesn’t exist in a place like this, and they’re right! The fear isn’t in the hotel, its in them. And so many people wind up never confronting that, so they just never get to experience what this place truly has to offer.”
Pascal nodded. “I get it. So, what, am I like one of few that you’ve succeeded with like this?”
Check nodded back. “I mean yeah, I’ve had plenty of good times… but you? You are so far up there, you might actually be my fav-.” The mouse cut himself off, suddenly looking like a light bulb turned on in his head, and he looked down at Pascal with a look of concern that the dog wasn’t really expecting.
“...What’s up?” He asked.
Check was just about to start then looked like he was unsure. Like he had a little anxiety now. His cheeks blushed. Finally he started to talk but he couldn’t make eye contact anymore. “Look… I gotta tell you something but first um…”
Pascal tilted his head. “Yeah?”
Check took a secondo then let out a sigh. “Well, it’s like I said, I’ve had fun with others. But this was such a good one, it was… different, and I kinda feel like if I don’t say something I’m gonna be kicking myself later.”
Pascal was once again caught off guard. So quickly had this little guy gone from a total stranger to him, to being a talkative and friendly guy. But he was enjoying this too. After all, sex wasn’t the only thing in the world he valued. He reached out, rubbing a claw tip on top of the mouse’s head to give a little comfort. “So then tell me.”
Check let out a little frustrated sound as he pushed past whatever was causing him grief. “Look, I don’t want you to be like the others ok? Please don’t vanish. We could do this again if you wanted, or even something without the tentacles if you preferred. I just don’t really feel like letting you walk out thinking I’m just some random part of this hotel’s experience. I’m here for fun too. And even when things do go well… no one really comes back.”
Pascal was a bit confused. “Like, they leave? or what? And what about the other mice?”
Check huffed. “The other mice are my sized you goof~ We have fun but it kinda hinges on someone like you who’s big and a belly that can get way bigger. And yeah, no one ever really returns after their turn with us is done.” Check sounded disappointed.
“Like, they move on? Well, why don’t you keep going too? Surely there’s more to explore in this place.” Pascal’s head still tilted.
“That’s just it. I have. You know what happens when I open doors? It leads back to this room. For me, every room is this room. I mean I do have other fantasies besides navels but when everything involves a bigger fur, the hotel just places me back in the best position for that. It’s like I’ve been type-cast or something. I mean don’t get me wrong, what happens in this room is all I really want, but when you’re stuck in one room while everyone else gets to move on, you’re missing something a bit critical. And this place… well, there’s one thing it doesn’t bother to provide. It’s my fault for expecting it of course, I guess, but...”
Pascal cut the mouse off because he could hear it in his voice, there was a twinge of pain.
“You don’t want just sex though. Do you?”
There was a little moment of silence as Check looked up at him again, finally giving eye contact. He was about to retort but stopped himself, it was obvious something caught in his throat. The mouse had to calm down for a moment. But eventually, he took a deep breath and said “I don’t wanna left behind in here too.” His voiced still wobbled though.
Pascal’s claw returned, stroking down the rodent’s back. He let him take another moment to fully calm down. “Me neither.” The dog replied.
Check swallowed and got up, walking up the dog’s chest until he got right up in his face and hugged the dalmatian’s snout. He laid his head on the big wet nose. Pascal smiled softly, happy to see Check’s frustration melt, happy to see him being honest and friendly.
Then he blew a tiny bit of cold air onto the tiny belly and Check squirmed, looking up and giving Pascal a look of ‘really?’
“Seriously though, I had an amazing time, and I wanna have more. I’d feel pretty bad if I knew I was leaving someone behind in here who was genuinely cool. But how do I find you again? I kinda like the idea of a ‘home base’ but if you’re telling the truth and this place just keeps going-”
“Just call Jackie. Any room has a phone, and any room will be empty if you really need it to be. Trust me, I’ve been here long enough. All you gotta do is ask for a room change and no matter how far you’ve gone, the next time you open the door you’ll be back in this room.” Pascal continued to stroke his back as he let a moment of silence comfort the little guy. He could feel him start to relax against his nose. But then, just as the, mouse had finally fully settled his nerves, he got the light bulb look back. He looked up as Pascal with renewed concern.
“Hey! Seriously though, this is what I was gonna tell you. Don’t, and I mean DON’T, under ANY circumstances, go into room 186.”
Pascal blinked, “Uh, what’s in 186?”
Check sighed, shrugging. “I have no clue. All I know is, furs that go in there don’t come back out. Ever. I don’t really know how this place works even after all this time, but I know it’s likely feeding somehow. My only guess is 186 is the mouth. You go in? You don’t come out. Ok? Just… don’t.”
Pascal nodded, being serious with him. “o-ok, I understand.”
Another moment of silence passed, the warning out of the way. The mouse gave Pascal’s noes a gentle rub of appreciation.
“Well…” Check looked around, the room empty and the air still. He let out a sigh. “You heading out?”
Pascal picked the mouse up and placed him on his bloated belly. “Actually… I kinda just wanna chill. It’s been non stop hole-stretching and cumming since I walked in.” He chuckled, “Real talk, I kinda just wanna watch something and eat some food. Do these TVs even work?”
Check nodded and pat the dog’s belly as his eyes lit up. “And dude, they have GREAT room service.”
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Hours passed. Pascal and Check spent the rest of the day sitting in that room talking, ordering food, and watching Youtube. For an SCP the internet was blazing fast. Check was content to sit on Pascal’s belly the whole time, idly rubbing it as he ate and rounded out just a bit more from burgers and fries. And when it finally came to the moment when both were yawning, the dog didn’t let his new friend leave. Instead, he pulled the covers up and trapped the little guy between a soft blanket and his fuzzy round belly. The mouse slept peacefully partially nestled in Pascal’s innie. Both of them were comfortable, both were fully sated... and both were happy.
