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TRP - "Bad" End (Samuel)
🕑 Added 2017-11-17 00:56:30 +0000 UTC So it turns out there's a reason that students are expressly warned about having relations with the custodial drones. This is a little piece written by Rabid and illustrated by me, to give a farewell of sorts to our big pile of badger. I suspect his role in our story may not be over, but he's going to have to figure out how to play it through the haze of feeding induced bliss. At the very least we can say he's being well looked after!The following contains immobility, slight themes of mind control, weight gain, affection/romance and tube feeding!
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Sit still, and be quiet. Those had been his professor’s last words before they set out down the halls, the mouse drone who had become his regular companion riding along with him. He didn’t recognize the route they were taking at all – Reginald had taken them past the nurse’s office and into what he thought was a small, disused dormitory hall. Samuel tried moving again briefly when Reginald left him hovering in front of the blank wall at the back of the hallway, but as before his limbs just didn’t obey – they no longer took orders from him – or at least, he was no longer at the top of the authority chain regarding them. Instead, he had to content himself with watching Reginald open an honest-to-Chrome secret door in the wall. The badger couldn’t tell how he did it, but the whole wall began sliding downward with a dull grinding sound. Something the Siamese instructor glanced at the mouse over.
“Have some of your people get that mechanism oiled and maintained when we’re done, please.”
The mouse nodded – and Samuel felt something compelling about the statement too. Though as he thought about the matter, that wasn’t so odd – everything Reginald said was compelling. The delay was brief though, with Reginald taking up his place behind Samuel again and starting the silently floating cart down a gentle incline. The first bit of movement left the badger’s body wobbling just a little, even threatening to slide off the edge of the cart, but the mouse was already at his side helping him adjust his balance (since he couldn’t) barely after he’d finished the thought.
The air grew warmer, and distinctly humid as they went onward. Samuel found himself wondering why this kind of ominous underground chamber deal always had to be humid – and also thankful in spite of himself that all the latex-assimilated parts of him couldn’t get sweaty anymore. It was a bit on the oppressive side by the time they reached the double, heavy sliding doors at the bottom of the incline.
“Be a dear and get the doors for me, would you little girl? And you, EV Zero Four: Samuel, can feel free to comment once we get inside.”
Samuel’s first reaction was to ask what the hell he’d just been called, but it caught in his throat. Instead, he was left to wobble in place, feeling all that insane bulk he’d grown seemingly overnight sliding across itself, and watch as those two panels of slightly corroded steel and polymer ground away and showed the source of all that heat. The chamber beyond sported precisely two things – a second set of doors, and two very large air conditioning units that were venting into the tunnels. His little latex rodent succubus was currently closing the second set behind them, after which the room went dark but for a large red light overhead.
A moment later, there was a heavy ‘thunk’ as the light went green, and she went right to work on the second set of doors.
Cool air, and distinctly ominous noises awaited. Samuel could only see so much, the place had dim lighting at best, but he heard everything going on in the entire chamber – a massive open space that seemed to vanish into the black. The dull mechanical heartbeat of pumping mechanisms, the faint but audible sludgy background noise behind them, and the very occasional moan, usually followed by a squeaking sound that echoed through the dark, faintly misty chamber.
“This... feels alarmingly Cronenbergian.”
There was a faint pat on Sam’s shoulder, which sent a gentle ripple down his front.
“Not quite that bad, Zero Four.”
The badger was still relieved he could speak again, though it nonetheless sparked an urge to resist once more. To try and heave himself off this thing – maybe if he could prove he could still walk that would… mean something? It didn’t end up doing anything regardless, a little jostle in the vast expanse of blubber he’d become was all it managed to cause. Sam could do naught but grunt, and stare ahead (his neck made turning his head a bit of a pain, and that and his cheeks got in the way of his peripheral vision quite a bit).
As his eyes adjusted slowly to the darkness, he started to pick out a handful of patches of color. Three of them, massive things just floating in space, pink and yellow and green.
“In you go!”
Samuel didn’t quite get out the ‘wait, what?’ his first impulse demanded. The maglev cart he was riding on tilted itself upward abruptly from the back end, leaving him sliding forward like someone emptying a plate full of pudding into a bin. The badger expected to hit the ground. Vertigo assailed him, crawling up through his ass and into the base of his skull like a worm, when he did not do so.
“Agh! What-!?”
Instead of landing on something solid, Samuel felt his feet touch a sheet of something – then sink right into it. Something that stretched and squeaked, leaving him descending – but slower than he ought to be. Against his latex-coated butt, he was all too aware of the slick, stick-sliding sensation of that substance rubbing against itself.
“What the hell!?”
He settled to a halt when he felt the sheet of the stuff up against the entire underside of his gut, and his swollen rear – leaving his legs dangling underneath over open space – flailing around uselessly. His body wobbled vigorously from the effort and the slowed fall but that was all the moving he really did, Samuel was good and stuck.
“All snug, I hope? Excellent.”
The lighting in the room rose just a little, which let Samuel see the controls for it over on the wall, and his mouse girl standing at them. It also let him see those amorphous shapes in the dark. Enormous bodies, wrapped in coatings just like his – also akin to his, their covering stopped just below the head. Each of the three was suspended by a layer of some thin, stretchy material dangling them in the air (like they’d been dropped on trampolines and just overpowered the poor things entirely), with hoses leading down from the ceiling and tucked deep into their muzzles (he couldn’t quite make out their species…) and large baskets resting below them. The pumping sounds from earlier came when a sharp undulating pulse would move through one of the hoses, now that he could see them.
Samuel had to stop and marvel in a morbidly fascinated way, every single one of them made him look petite by comparison. These things would never walk again, under any power. He could only kind of pick out where the arms and feet were on two of them, barely. They were mostly just bulges on the ends of cones of fat – and the third one, the furthest back, lacked definition entirely. Just a mound of repurposed flesh, suspended and hose fed, quivering in place every few seconds.
As he watched, he saw the mouse girl approach one of the others. Those three were sitting a bit higher in the air, their undersides resting at head level for most people. The mouse pawed briefly at a spot about front of the center for the yellow mound across from him, kneading it gently, coaxing a ripple out of the bulky mass. One that twitched and squelched its way down across two feet or so of dangling blubber, before the mouse let loose a silent little wiggle that Samuel somehow recognized implicitly as joyous, and turned back toward him holding a bright yellow egg the size of a fist.
Right at that moment, Samuel felt a jolt run through the sheet suspending him – and he felt himself start to rise. A glance upward showed that there was indeed a hose dangling up there, albeit an empty one – for the moment.
“Welcome to your new home, Zero Four. Don’t worry, the other drones will take care of feeding you and every other need you might come to feel. They’re pretty good at guessing what their Vectors want in a menu, from what I understand. Now! I might be back to check on you with some more questions to help with that little issue from before, and I might not – if not, assume we solved it without further input. Or don’t. It really doesn’t matter anymore.”
Samuel tried again to move, though he wasn’t totally sure why when he got around to it. He was being held up with no purchase, nothing too push off of, just dangling in the air – all he managed was to set himself swaying and bouncing a little. Somewhere in the back of his head he wondered if maybe that was the point. As moments passed, he watched Reginald’s face vanish behind the horizon of his own belly as he jiggled, and ascended.
“B-but, this…”
There was a quick slap against the plump, fleshy underside of his belly, all too near his groin that left a potent rush dancing across his nerves just as much as it set a wave traversing his belly.
“Is the rest of your life, Zero Four. Don’t worry, you’re in good company.”
The mechanism sounded another dull thunk into the echoing chamber as he reached the apex of his lift, though it was promptly replaced with the sound of the hose above him unspooling and dangling. He couldn’t truthfully say he wasn’t hungry – though it was a curiously alien hunger that was starting to creep up on him. It tugged on him from the inside, but didn’t hurt per se – and he had the distinct impression it was never going to really be sated.
Samuel didn’t get to his next thought after that before he felt hands on him again, little seeking things roaming around between his legs. Fingers he knew. Fingers that reached into more than just his coated, assimilated flesh. They plucked at his nerves and his mind read them like sheet music.
Home. Breeder. Forever. Open inside.
He understood everything. It was still weird, like a solid packet of data that was wrapped in one word, each somehow implicitly carried mountains of context with it. Home – he was home – both in terms of where he lived from now on, and that he was home for her. Possibly for all of her kind. Breeder was fairly self-explanatory, and forever as well. Open inside though? The others had been statements – that one registered as a command. One that, as soon as Samuel recognized it, he felt himself obeying.
All his frame relaxed instantly, and his mind followed suit. As his thoughts loosened, he felt those little, delicate digits not on him, but in him. They plucked at strings in his head, things that left him pleasantly buzzing. Little melodies of delight in his… soul? He wasn’t sure the word was appropriate, it felt weird to think with that term, but nothing else felt right. She was playing him, finding out what kind of delights made him sing inside.
She was going to tell the others – they were going to make sure he spent the rest of ever in that chorus. That long cord hanging above him, dangling over his muzzle, wasn’t ready just yet. That’s what this was about – she’d feel him out, share him with the others, and they’d see to it he was happy – comfortable – forever.
Somewhere inside, Samuel dug up just enough willpower to strike a couple of his chords himself, and nudge her along.
He was craving strawberry rhubarb pie, and based on the little tickle the mouse gave him, she got the message loud and clear. She kept it up as the minutes passed, as more of the drone population began to trickle in and come to paw at him, and at his girl – or the girl who he belonged to, or – it was getting confusing the more he tried to think about it, where the hierarchy was. All he knew was they were on the bottom of it, but that meant they were the foundation. The most important thing.
Within a couple of minutes, Samuel found himself startled as the sturdy hosing descended enough to touch his face. He wasn’t precisely sure where the compulsion to tuck it into his mouth came from, but the badger listened to it just the same. Working his arms around to his face took some doing, the layers of blubber they were swaddled in pressed against each other if he tried to do anything but let them sit hanging out at ninety-degree angles from himself, but he made it work, even if he felt that thick inner coating of lard bunching against itself all the way from his shoulders through to what used to be his neck, and up against his cheeks. Once it was in though, it was in.
It only took a few seconds for a pulsing ‘thunk’ to run through the tubing, followed by the first hints of something tasty coming his way. Something that he could just about making out the spicy sweet savor of his favorite pie through.
That, and generous infusions of something he recognized from the mouse’s earlier gift baskets. Something that had seemed like whipped cream at first, until he found out it was raw, unprocessed nutrient paste in whipped consistency and with cream flavoring. (Easy mistake to make really, apart from the several hundred calories per teaspoon difference in nutrient content.) The stuff entered Samuel’s mouth in a steady flow. One he was just about able to comfortably keep up with. One that, he was being reassured from all sides as myriad little hands kept pawing at the underside of his belly, was going to be kept going non-stop for as long as he was theirs to care for.
He felt a full-face nuzzling, right at the bulge between his legs. That confusing thing that used to be his manhood and now had a habit of depositing eggs every so often. A nuzzle with big round ears, and a lot of forceful, heartwarming emotion to it. Like someone was hugging his soul.
Ours. Always.
Tonight?
Mine.
Comments
RabidBadger
Yeah he'll be happy :3 As to the Professor, he may have been a bit on the blunt side, but Samuel there did ignore a whoooole lot of warnings to end up where he was.
Jenny Koda
In regard to the 'bad ends' thing, me too! I tend not to enjoy seeing bad things happen to a character who didn't do anything to deserve it, unless it's part of a story arc in which there's hope of some sort of resolution. I think at least here, the definition of bad is skewed a bit. From an outsider's perspective this might be a bad ending for Sam, but he's sure as hell enjoyed himself until now, and I suspect will keep enjoying himself as time goes on~
Athan
The idea of 'bad ends' always grates in the back of my mind, but this is kinda cute ^^ He seems well enough off, and the mouse is adorbs as hell <3 I don't like that professor one bit, though 3:< Nice work! Looking forward to more :P
