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The Labyrinth Hotel (7)
🕑 Added 2024-11-04 00:08:07 +0000 UTCPascal woke up from his nap finding himself being cuddled by Nugget, who just happened to be a very comfy and warm dog with some very soft fur. He ran his hands through it, and enjoyed this moment of peace. His belly was no longer round, and things had settled down finally. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that he desperately needed a shower.
Begrudgingly, Pascal began to pull away from the sweet medic dog, who continued to slumber. He quietly tip toe-d his way towards the door, and slipped back out into the hallway. He made sure the door closed slowly and with a gentle 'click'.
It was so quiet in the hallway. He'd always enjoyed hotels for this reason, but this place was dead silent. It was a nice change of pace honestly. The real world was loud, and even in your own private space you always had some sort of electronic device that was silently filling your head with a different kind of noise... and it was just nice to completely disconnect from it all.
He looked to his right down the long hallway. As much as he was eager to start exploring and finding out what or who occupied the other rooms, he needed to get clean first. Pascal walked a short distance until he came to his room again and stepped inside. This time the first thing he checked was the bathroom door... no kangaroo. This time, for the first time, he was truly alone. He stepped inside and took his shirt off, tossing it to the ground. He'd have to figure out how to get that cleaned, but for now going nude would work just fine. Something about being bottomless specifically though excited him... like his top being covered made his exposed bottom extra vulnerable.
The shower was simple. He turned the knob, and eventually the water began to run warm. He stepped inside and began to bathe. It was yet another relaxing event in an already relaxing place. He knew it was technically an SCP, but how could something like this possibly be bad? Perhaps people who go in never come back out? Would that be such a bad thing? Well, he'd never see any of his friends again, or his wonderful husband, so eventually he'd have to check out, but for the time being he knew he'd been encouraged to seek this place out so it didn't weigh on his mind too heavily.
Eventually Pascal was satisfied and he turned the water off. As he began to towel off though, something was occurring beneath him. The metal drain rotated quietly, then was slid to the side by the tip of a blue tentacle. Completely unaware, Pascal bent over and dropped his towel onto the floor to create a bathmat for his paws. But as he performed this action he felt a tickle at his pucker.
"WHA!" He shot back up and turned around, then looked down. Even during this reaction he could feel a pressure against his tailhole start to mount, but he soon found the culprit. The blue appendage that wiggled its way out of the drain was leading straight upwards towards his smooth round butt.
He let out a gasp as he felt it pop its way inside. The dog had little time to react, reaching out and grabbing a metal handrail. He felt the tip wiggle inside him and it caused a little whine, feeling a pleasant jolt coming from his prostate.
"Oh gosh, so soon?" He watched between his legs as two more tips began to slither up from the drain, bringing the total tentacle count to three. The first continued to tease at his g-spot, not being rough at all. Instead he felt gentle yet firm brushes across it, making his lipstick poke out from his sheath. That was... kind of nice? A second tentacle wiggled its way up infront of him, and gave a worried look. He was sure this thing was about to launch for his mouth, and he felt the anxiety build as his heart beat sped up. His expectations of a rough invasion were shattered however as the appendage simply booped his nose. Pascal wiggled it and sneezed in response, tilting his head in confusion at the slimy thing hovering infront of him.
"What, you're not some aggressive monster living in my shower?"
The tentacle responded by moving forward at a slow pace, and rubbing under Pascal's chin. The dog's tail began to wag just as his prostate was teased again. He couldn't help but let out a chuckle as his shoulders began to relax again. The third appendage surprised him from behind however as it stroked over one of his ears. They were... petting him? Well... this was unexpected yet Pascal found himself getting butterflies in his stomach. He was standing in a very comfortably warm room with his tailhole pleasantly stretched, his prostate being rubbed, and he was getting pets? His erection grew quickly and began to pulse. Oh yes, this hotel was treating him VERY well.
"P-please" He muttered, his submissive voice stuttering, "You can keep going."
Immediately he was rewarded. The friend in his rear began to push further. Pascal let out a soft sigh as his pink ring was stretched further and further, it was the perfect pace to prevent any uncomfortable stinging. And the tentacle itself was warm and well lubricated, with just enough friction still there to make him feel every inch of it worm its way inside.
"I'm not sure what you guys have planned for me... mmmph... but feel free to play with me however you want~"
The tentacle under his chin scritched it more and Pascal's tail wagged faster. Gosh, something about the two petting him was making him throb more than the one inside. But that was about to change. The one in his rear had reached a girth that Pascal was absolutely in love with, and his tailhole tensed up around it reflexively. This must have given it a sign that it was at the perfect point... because it suddenly bent itself up into a wiggly zig-zag inside him. The dog let out a gasp as his prostate was pushed on, but also his belly bulged right above his groin. Out of instinct Pascal grabbed the shower head with his other hand and lifted a leg, giving the appendage easier access. His shaft bloated up to its full size and his knot swelled. His tip point upwards and twitched as the tentacle undid its zig-zag and slid outwards a bit, only to slide back in a bit further and push again at his insides... then shot something warm out. Whatever this fluid was began to fill his belly, but only to a comfortable bloated state. It even dripped from his rear... a blue color just like the tentacle.
"OoooOoooh fuck~" Pascal's voice was shakey, this thing was an expert at stimulating his insides. His head was already going blank, the only thoughts on his mind were just how amazing his bottom felt, and how pleasantly full his belly was. Pascal was a male though, and like any male he loved feeling his dick being played with, but having something that could move around inside his butt that obviously had experience was a rare treat that he deeply craved. It slid out and back in, then again, and again, and it fell into a steady rhythm this way. Some more of the goop began to drip out, but he knew they were easing him in. The dog let out one pitiful whine after another, moaning in a higher pitch than usual but not caring at all. This wasn't just pleasurable, this was bliss. His head was empty and his cock was rigid, dripping pre onto the shower floor as it bounced happily between his legs. The other two tentacles hadn't stopped petting him. They weren't too concerned with his raging hard-on, which he didn't mind at all, because his favorite kind of orgasm was a completely hands-free one.
The tentacle inside him coiled up again and rubbed upwards against his prostate. Pascal let out a moan from the deepest pit in his belly, his entire body shuddered and convulsed as he gleefully stood on just one paw. He was balanced perfectly, and having his leg raised only added to these amazing feelings because it fed into his fantasy of submission. His hole was THEIR hole, and that tentacle could do whatever it wanted. And clearly what it wanted was to give the dog the most earth shattering orgasm he had ever felt because almost as soon as it uncoiled and slid outwards it pushed back in further than ever before and pressed directly into his prostate in the process. Pascal threw his head up and let out another wobbly moan, this time way louder than before. His penis sprang up and did not fall back down, it was harder than he had just been at Nugget's. Pascal was not a small dog down there, and often times his size meant that even when erect he would feel the tip pointing down when at full mast. But here, standing in the shower, it was at full attention and pressed firmly against his bloated belly. His fur tickled his nerves for a few moments before it finally dropped back down again, yet remained pointed outwards with a healthy tilt upwards.
"P-p-p-pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeasemoooooooooooooooore!!!!!!!" He moaned out in a slurred horny voice.
The tentacle had all the permission it needed...
