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Leaving Peter behind was a bigger mistake.
Running into him again was his *last* mistake.

Original submission is here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/58269791/
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9/28/24 - updated with final edit version", "writing": "SEVEN DAYS SINCE OUTBREAK, 7:17 PM, AUGUST 1st\n\nNo room at the inn. The phrase kept on repeating itself in Jake’s mind as he stumbled through the Palazzo, well aware that the sun was starting to droop outside. No room at the inn. The grey cat had thought he was safe last night after having to ping-pong from that executive suite he had been hiding in down to one of the ground floor pantries. The door into the stockroom itself had seemed sturdy enough to withstand the assault of the Ridden outside, and he had been able to sleep uneasily through the night. It had been a matter of tuning out the heavy WHMMMPHs of frantic fists bashing against the metal and the heavy snarls of twisted convention guests that now wanted to either eat him or infest him with parasites. Maybe the metal had been able to withstand the scrabbling of those hybridized monsters when three or four of them were desperately trying to get in and tear him apart.\n\nThings were different when a full pack of them descended on his position and moved to utterly rend the door apart, gripping at the sides with sharp claws and pulling them open so that soon he could see drooling muzzles trying to poke in around the gashes that they were creating. He was lucky that he had had enough shotgun shells to clear a path through them, buckshot tearing through faces and skulls and cutting Ridden to shreds as he forced himself to keep firing through the gruesome display. Jake was still in awe that he had even managed to survive being cornered like that, the pack that had descended on him scattering once he had pumped enough shells into enough bodies, leaving him to eventually push the crumpled and diagonal door open and gingerly abandon the kitchen like he was leaving a storm shelter after a tornado.\n\nIt had been touch-and-go like this ever since the guest room floors that HIVES had been working to barricade had been busted through by that massive sinew and bone-plated monster. They had all thought they were starting to learn how the Ridden behaved, but as the parasite-infested men and women had lingered within the mansion, their behavior was starting to change… This morning had been proof of that. He was pretty sure that they had struck when he was still waking up on purpose, attacking before the sun had even risen in order to keep him off-guard. They were starting to lay ambushes, from what he had seen… A few times, while he had been looking for the pantry, he had come across a single Ridden in his path and gotten out the spear he had grabbed from a dining room upstairs, ready to stab the creature in the head and kill it, only to just barely escape with his life as the doors nearby burst open and four or five more started chasing him. At this point, the idea of gathering corporate information to use against pollution-spewing companies was forgotten. Jake was doing his best just to stay alive as long as he could. He was running out of hiding spots to lock himself in and take a rest, too. Whenever he came across a good place that seemed like it could be barricaded, there were either Ridden lumbering around it in huge numbers, raising up and sniffing the air as if already sensing he was around, or there was something weakened about it that he just barely noticed before he commited to disaster. The door hinges would be half-broken, or the handle would be loosened so that it jiggled in his hand, or the walls would be scratched and gouged into enough that he could feel the wood warping when he pressed his hand to it. The parasite hosts were switching from opportunistic hunting to beginning to actively root out whoever was left in the building. At this point, the guest floors were starting to become increasingly inundated with Ridden, keeping him from ducking into one of them, and it was starting to become more difficult to find an unoccupied staircase. No room…\n\nHe stopped and sucked in a short breath as he watched a sneaker dart back from the corner in front of him. “C-Crap.” That had just blurted out of him before he could stop himself, before he could think of any other reason why the shoe had been there… and now that he had said that. “W-Wait, hold on!” Why not believe in the most optimistic outcome, that there was someone else out here? He rushed towards it, turned the corner…\n\nSheer instinct at the size of the greenish-grey shape in front of him, enlarged enough that it was a good eight feet standing, made him raise his shotgun. Just as easily as he had accepted the idea that he might have found salvation, he was able to react to betrayal as he leveled the barrel towards where the shoe had disappeared back into the giant toad, the footwear attached to a long and sticky tongue. \n\n“Hllllllckh!”, the bulbous creature let out as it slurped that tongue back in. The feline fired, KTHHHHHHHM, felt the way that the long gun juttered in his paws as dark red blood splacked out of the front of the amphibian’s form, new shallow holes opening up in its bulk where those pellets dug into its form. Its body was still covered in scraps of torn fabric that he could recognize as a bright yellow hoodie and some beige cargo shorts, large bony armor spikes jutting out across his outline… Ah shit, Peter. During the scatter to get out of the barricaded floor, he had seen the amphibian go down, pushed by someone throtting their way past him and knocking him into a wall. Racking another shell cut through the guilt of what had happened to him. Jake had not gone back, how could he? That walking sculpture of muscle had been after the both of them. Turning back had been suicide.\n\nHe fired again as that tongue shot out at him, wrapping tight around the gun and yanking it out of his hand, sending it flinging past the toad as he drew the firearm back towards him, the cat’s hands immediately scrabbling for his spear as he realized that Peter meant to swallow him whole. He only managed to get it out just in time for that tongue to launch itself forwards again and coil itself with preternatural accuracy and speed around his arms, almost making Jake lose grasp of that antique weaponry as he was yanked nearly hard enough for his upper limbs to get pulled out of their sockets. The cat ended up toppling forwards and hitting the carpeting hard, letting out a loud yell as he immediately felt himself starting to be dragged forwards, hearing more “Hhhhglllfh, glllck, hhhlllck, glllrm!”s coming from the toad as he was dragged across the rug, feeling the burn as his body was drawn over it. It was a disgusting feeling, all that tongue flesh feeling spongey and slick and covered in drool that slushed down his paws. All he needed to do was ride this tug in and stab at this point… \n\nMaybe it was his only plan, but…\n\nAs he continued to be pulled forwards towards that large monster, the tongue continued to twist and curl over his arms, the tip moving to push up between his hands and press against the haft of the spear. Hah, that was fine, if Peter wanted to swallow a sharp pointy object down where Jake could stab it deeper into his own body and kill him, it just meant that the cat had a better chance of… wait… The feline grimaced as he watched the wooden haft starting to tremble, felt the way that it pressed harder into his hands, wobbled and shook the more that the seemingly infinite length of that tongue looped across the weaponry… SNNNNPH. With shocking force, it suddenly constricted and snapped it apart, drawing the sharp iron point away from the wood and leaving it falling to the floor, the rest of that organ around his arms twisting him momentarily onto his side so that he was not injured by the spearpoint. Peter apparently wanted his food live and squirming. “H-hah, oh no,” was all that Jake was able to work out before he started trying to thrash frantically, feeling the way that that tongue was starting to coil and loop downwards around his body, beginning to pass across his chest and belly and move towards his legs and ass like a snake loosely winding itself around his body. He started yelling again, doing his best to dig his feet in, to grip his claws down into the tongue and try to make himself the most uncomfortable meal possible, but all his resistance did was force those “Hlllllllrpfh, mmmmmmggph!”s louder as the amphibian began to draw him upwards. Peter opened wide as that moisture-misted breath cascaded around his face, making him see the way that that throat disappeared down into darkness, that big maw wide and stretchy as more spittle flecked into his face…\n\nFat fingered hands shot up and grasped him, lifted him up and tilted him forwards, moved to stuff him down into that maw so that his screams of sheer terror were suddenly muffled. Heat and moisture coursed around him as he was suckled and pulled in, rapidly packed into Peter’s mouth, felt jaw muscles squeeze and tug at him… but he never made the trip downwards into that cavern that would have spelled his death. Instead, the increasingly slimy cat was quickly twisted around by that tongue so that he ended up being turned sideways and worked into the toad’s pouches, bloating them out in a way that made him feel like he was being forced into a sleeping bag that zipped up at the side. Soon, the tongue was roiling and slipping around him, feeling like it was trying to taste him everywhere as the tip worked and rolled itself around his body. Peter seemed to be able to make sure that he could squeeze down on Jake’s limbs whenever he started to try and stir in the toad’s mouth, even when Jake started to grip his fists tight. The feline was not sure what was happening, not at first as he was turned around and pushed forwards, made so that his top half was pressed out of that toad’s maw. Why did he leave his knife in his room when he had to get running…? If he had it on hand, he could pretty easily cut himself out of these organic binds…\n\nFor the moment, though, he was stuck feeling the toad beginning to suckle and bob him on his tongue, gradually moving him so that he was finding himself… u-uhhnnnh… Jake stifled a whimper as the length of that tongue ended up sidled between his legs, pressing up to his covered crotch, his feet kicking down and trying to find purchase in Peter’s throat but instead simply slipping downwards. He was pretty sure he could feel one of his shoes getting stuck in those throat muscles as he kicked them around before slipping off of him, tumbling downwards into that audibly gurgling belly. No matter how hard he thrashed around and squirmed, it felt impossible to get out of the utter brace of tongue loops that he was stuck in, those wet glistening coils constantly undulating and stroking across his body… They started to catch his shirt and gradually lift it, brushing up against his stomach as he yelled out for help, tried to get his arms out, fought against the pull and tug of that organ holding him in.\n\nAll it did was make him press up harder against that coil pressed up against the front of his \npants, grinding on it, starting to blush despite the situation as his voice was tinged with a bit of neediness working its way through him. “D-Damn it, why did it have to nestle right…” He blushed harder as he realized that the tongue tip had found the bottom of one of his shorts’ legs and was trying to push up through the fabric, spreading out the space between his pants and his limb there, making the light white material outline the length. “H-Hey, what are you… hnnnnh!” He started to kick harder as it gradually worked its way up his inner thigh, feeling it beginning to nestle and wind on itself against the back of his ass, almost forming a seat there as the tip wound itself back and forth, all the rubbing and pressing beginning to make him harden as he blushed and winced…\n\nThat was before that tongue, like a flexing arm, started to push him forwards, pressing him up, forcing him against that loop around his growing erection, leaving him gasping and struggling not to work with it, to lose himself in the urge to fuck this strange mouth-pillow that he was being forced against. Jake squeezed his fists tight and winced as he let his legs bow out, settling into the way that the loops curved and squished against his legs, trying his best to steady himself as his dick began to twitch practically in time with how he was being pressed into that yielding organ. Whatever was happening to him right now was… was some kind of deliberate distraction to keep him from thinking about where that…\n\nHe tensed up again as the tip began to press its way into his underwear, pushing up through his boxers and quickly finding its way towards his tailhole. His toes curled as he felt it push up to his pucker and swirl a few times, understanding what was about to happen next, his cheeks a bright red before… “H-Haaaaaaaah…” It was pressing itself forwards, the very end of it gooshing saliva up through his tailhole for a brief moment before beginning to slip itself in, seemingly on a mission to drive itself forwards and fill him. That tip had rapidly expanded out as it had glided its way in, gradually snaking from wall to wall, that movement helping it to get more of itself inserted. There was a natural wiggle to that back and forth motion that helped to only keep pushing inch after inch into that rear. The tongue had something of a ropiness to how it moved that made it feel less like a firm object was being pushed into him and more like something wet was being plastered and flicked against his innards. Jake’s own tongue began to flop out of his mouth as he panted, growing rock hard as his thighs tightened, as his firm shaft stretched his underwear out further. Wherever the toad’s organ trailed, that saliva gushed up with it, bringing a tingliness to his innards that made it feel like there were suds bubbling up against his walls and crevices, ticklish in a way that left moaning and shuddering soon, not holding back his excitement as that sensation of creeping thrill pushed its way up him. Jake was not sure what he could do anymore as it slipped up within him… and from the sheer feeling of pleasure that followed along with it as it coaxed its way up his innards, he could only just barely bring himself to care as his body began to relax and melt into the grip of the mutated frog. If it no longer wanted him to focus on anything but the feeling of that tongue creeping up into his body, it was doing a very good job of it.\n\nThe more that the tongue pressed itself in, the more it seemed to fold in on itself while Peter \nmade Jake fuck that saddle further, the cat’s cheeks growing red as he was filled and gradually stretched out. He could feel the way that all of that insertion was gradually rising upwards, slowly reaching towards deeper and more sensitive parts of him as he let himself be cradled by that tongue, able to feel himself leaking out into the confines of his underwear. This was… this was probably going to lead to something awful, but that thought was starting to feel so… numb in his head, numb and sodden, like… like the flavor of it had been dulled. He was beginning to drool a little bit himself as his dick splurted more of his pleasure out and his balls felt heavy, his limbs drooping downwards as the energy went out of him. He felt like he… he could just ride on the pushes and presses of that tongue and that would be alright, that was all he needed to do right now. No need to escape, no need to fight to survive, no need to… to hunt down this information that he had been sent here to get. His asshole was starting to feel so wonderfully packed. Jake needed to… needed to push back on these thoughts, they felt weird, but… “H-haaah… haaahaa… glllph…” A bit more drool started to pull down his mouth as his eyes unfocused. Nah. He had been under a lot of stress over what had been a full week of watching people die and trying to get to even get a basic eight hours in. Maybe these thoughts were being pushed into his head as that tongue drove itself deeper up his tailhole, really began to stretch those deepest parts of him, made him feel as if he had a plug worked deep inside of him from how all of that tongue was bunched up against itself. It was the truth, though… at least, it felt like the truth, brushed up against enough of how he had felt that he could accept it as what it was trying to say that it was. Jake lightly kicked his legs around, spasmed them slightly before murmuring again and giving himself up once more to the bubbly and comfortably prickly feeling that was seemingly frothing up towards the inner extremities of his body, starting to warm itself up as his dick lightly ached and begged him to touch it. That would require him to bring his arms up and do something, which… Peter would take care of it. “G-gglllghh…” Another soft gurgle escaped him as a big, dopey smile escaped him. Peter would take care of everything.\n\nHe was being eaten, but not in the way that he knew it, not in the way that would terminate him completely. Jake instinctively knew that now. The heat was rising now, making that deepest part of his anal cavity start to feel as if it was clay being warmed so that it could become more motile, a bizarre mental image but it was the only thing that made sense with how the tongue was prodding into it. He could feel the flesh starting to be depressed with every prod, feel the way that that folded length within him was being pressed upwards, allowed to unfold and extend. This was more like…like what Peter was would devour him, take him into the toad and make it so that he was no longer a separate individual. That was what he wanted, to have the burden of survival in a hostile environment be taken from him. It was what Peter was telling Jake he wanted. The two were practically differentiated only by imperceptible gaps at this point, gaps that were rapidly closing as Jake felt that warmth building to tangibly radiate through that inner flesh.\n\nPeter had already eaten the urge to be his own separate being right out of his mind. More would follow soon, he was sure. Jake was not afraid. The cat could feel the muscles in his limbs starting to go numb and unresponsive as that nudging pushed upwards through him, started to push upwards past his bowels, altering and sculpting his body with its intrusion up into him. The more it went, the more everything inside of him around the space above the pelvis started to feel more… solid, for lack of a better term. He could feel his body naturally starting to clench… not just around that tongue, although it was starting to feel like the most normal thing in the world to pucker his tailhole over that threading length that seemed like it was trying to fill the entirety of his form. It was like all of him was trying to draw itself down, to become as compact as it could, his legs now squeezing together, gripping tighter, tighter…\n\nThat heat kept on rising through him, and as it did he realized that he was beginning to feel the whole of the toad, every breath Peter took flushing oxygen through him, Peter’s blood replacing his own as he gave himself up completely to the mutated Bravo Group member and became a part of him. No need to breathe for himself, Peter would take care of that. No need to try and exert himself too much, Peter would take care of that too. He could feel the sensation in his lower body all blunting down, and when he looked at where that tongue had coalesced around his pelvis he could see everything up to his crotch was now starting to merge in and become much like that organ, the tongue joining in with him. His fur was melting away, thinning as it pulled into himself, leaving behind skin growing increasingly pink as it started to… to sweat… He was drooling. It was a full body drool.\n\nJake understood as the tongue drew upwards and took that change to his form along with it, his flesh becoming more pliable and wet as it became increasingly pink. He would be the tongue, but he would be so much more than that. Soon, he could feel the tongue tip poking out just below his chest, the flesh there lightly bulging as he watched the grey fur there fade away. There was a tickle rolling up to the middle of his throat, settling there, taking his gurgling and starting to shift it… “H-hhhhh…” It was a vibration that he was distinctly aware was an attempt at speech, but it was not one that he had attempted to try and form himself. “Hh-hhhrreeello?” That was Peter, divesting him of something else that he did not need. The two of them were nothing more than acquaintances before this, but with the way that he was making sure that he would not even need to think about what he had to say to lure others in, Jake knew that they were going to be great friends from now on. “My leg is broken. I need help!” The cadence of what he was saying was off at first, almost like his increasingly fleshy and hairless throat was trying to reproduce words off of a script. “Could you help me? I don’t feel safe anymore. I need you to come over here, something’s wrong!” The more that he spoke, though, as he started to feel the warm saliva drizzling down over his increasingly bared cheeks, the more that it started to feel like he was being puppeted to make statements that he would make if he was actually in distress. “Get over here, I can’t do this by myself! They’re coming, get in here!” Jake could feel himself being pushed out of the frog’s mouth as he opened his own maw, letting the tip of that tongue push out of his muzzle, feeling the way that it wavered in the air. He was basically a tube now… a tube with an upper body attached to it, one that had become mostly hollow and a passage for that tongue to shoot from. The only thing that he needed to do now was grasp anyone that Peter wanted to devour and help shovel them into the toad’s mouth and down his throat. “It’s safe over here, promise!”\n\nSubtle films formed over his eyes, protecting them from the coating of moisture that was forming on his face as he felt himself getting drawn back into Peter’s mouth. Jake watched the world go dark before he began to feel the subtle thmph thmpph of the mutated toad lumbering away, knowing that he was off to hunt. Maybe they would devour some of the Ridden nearby, considering that they were plentiful enough at this point that Peter could easily pick and consume some stragglers that were away from their packs. Jake would no longer need to eat. Peter would feed both of them now. He would take care of both of them. That responsibility was completely off the cat’s shoulders and, with barely any thought in his head anymore that was not fed to him by the toad, Jake could not help but feel at ease. It was in someone else’s hands. He could finally, truly rest.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "SEVEN DAYS SINCE OUTBREAK, 7:17 PM, AUGUST 1st

No room at the inn. The phrase kept on repeating itself in Jake’s mind as he stumbled through the Palazzo, well aware that the sun was starting to droop outside. No room at the inn. The grey cat had thought he was safe last night after having to ping-pong from that executive suite he had been hiding in down to one of the ground floor pantries. The door into the stockroom itself had seemed sturdy enough to withstand the assault of the Ridden outside, and he had been able to sleep uneasily through the night. It had been a matter of tuning out the heavy WHMMMPHs of frantic fists bashing against the metal and the heavy snarls of twisted convention guests that now wanted to either eat him or infest him with parasites. Maybe the metal had been able to withstand the scrabbling of those hybridized monsters when three or four of them were desperately trying to get in and tear him apart.

Things were different when a full pack of them descended on his position and moved to utterly rend the door apart, gripping at the sides with sharp claws and pulling them open so that soon he could see drooling muzzles trying to poke in around the gashes that they were creating. He was lucky that he had had enough shotgun shells to clear a path through them, buckshot tearing through faces and skulls and cutting Ridden to shreds as he forced himself to keep firing through the gruesome display. Jake was still in awe that he had even managed to survive being cornered like that, the pack that had descended on him scattering once he had pumped enough shells into enough bodies, leaving him to eventually push the crumpled and diagonal door open and gingerly abandon the kitchen like he was leaving a storm shelter after a tornado.

It had been touch-and-go like this ever since the guest room floors that HIVES had been working to barricade had been busted through by that massive sinew and bone-plated monster. They had all thought they were starting to learn how the Ridden behaved, but as the parasite-infested men and women had lingered within the mansion, their behavior was starting to change… This morning had been proof of that. He was pretty sure that they had struck when he was still waking up on purpose, attacking before the sun had even risen in order to keep him off-guard. They were starting to lay ambushes, from what he had seen… A few times, while he had been looking for the pantry, he had come across a single Ridden in his path and gotten out the spear he had grabbed from a dining room upstairs, ready to stab the creature in the head and kill it, only to just barely escape with his life as the doors nearby burst open and four or five more started chasing him. At this point, the idea of gathering corporate information to use against pollution-spewing companies was forgotten. Jake was doing his best just to stay alive as long as he could. He was running out of hiding spots to lock himself in and take a rest, too. Whenever he came across a good place that seemed like it could be barricaded, there were either Ridden lumbering around it in huge numbers, raising up and sniffing the air as if already sensing he was around, or there was something weakened about it that he just barely noticed before he commited to disaster. The door hinges would be half-broken, or the handle would be loosened so that it jiggled in his hand, or the walls would be scratched and gouged into enough that he could feel the wood warping when he pressed his hand to it. The parasite hosts were switching from opportunistic hunting to beginning to actively root out whoever was left in the building. At this point, the guest floors were starting to become increasingly inundated with Ridden, keeping him from ducking into one of them, and it was starting to become more difficult to find an unoccupied staircase. No room…

He stopped and sucked in a short breath as he watched a sneaker dart back from the corner in front of him. “C-Crap.” That had just blurted out of him before he could stop himself, before he could think of any other reason why the shoe had been there… and now that he had said that. “W-Wait, hold on!” Why not believe in the most optimistic outcome, that there was someone else out here? He rushed towards it, turned the corner…

Sheer instinct at the size of the greenish-grey shape in front of him, enlarged enough that it was a good eight feet standing, made him raise his shotgun. Just as easily as he had accepted the idea that he might have found salvation, he was able to react to betrayal as he leveled the barrel towards where the shoe had disappeared back into the giant toad, the footwear attached to a long and sticky tongue.

“Hllllllckh!”, the bulbous creature let out as it slurped that tongue back in. The feline fired, KTHHHHHHHM, felt the way that the long gun juttered in his paws as dark red blood splacked out of the front of the amphibian’s form, new shallow holes opening up in its bulk where those pellets dug into its form. Its body was still covered in scraps of torn fabric that he could recognize as a bright yellow hoodie and some beige cargo shorts, large bony armor spikes jutting out across his outline… Ah shit, Peter. During the scatter to get out of the barricaded floor, he had seen the amphibian go down, pushed by someone throtting their way past him and knocking him into a wall. Racking another shell cut through the guilt of what had happened to him. Jake had not gone back, how could he? That walking sculpture of muscle had been after the both of them. Turning back had been suicide.

He fired again as that tongue shot out at him, wrapping tight around the gun and yanking it out of his hand, sending it flinging past the toad as he drew the firearm back towards him, the cat’s hands immediately scrabbling for his spear as he realized that Peter meant to swallow him whole. He only managed to get it out just in time for that tongue to launch itself forwards again and coil itself with preternatural accuracy and speed around his arms, almost making Jake lose grasp of that antique weaponry as he was yanked nearly hard enough for his upper limbs to get pulled out of their sockets. The cat ended up toppling forwards and hitting the carpeting hard, letting out a loud yell as he immediately felt himself starting to be dragged forwards, hearing more “Hhhhglllfh, glllck, hhhlllck, glllrm!”s coming from the toad as he was dragged across the rug, feeling the burn as his body was drawn over it. It was a disgusting feeling, all that tongue flesh feeling spongey and slick and covered in drool that slushed down his paws. All he needed to do was ride this tug in and stab at this point…

Maybe it was his only plan, but…

As he continued to be pulled forwards towards that large monster, the tongue continued to twist and curl over his arms, the tip moving to push up between his hands and press against the haft of the spear. Hah, that was fine, if Peter wanted to swallow a sharp pointy object down where Jake could stab it deeper into his own body and kill him, it just meant that the cat had a better chance of… wait… The feline grimaced as he watched the wooden haft starting to tremble, felt the way that it pressed harder into his hands, wobbled and shook the more that the seemingly infinite length of that tongue looped across the weaponry… SNNNNPH. With shocking force, it suddenly constricted and snapped it apart, drawing the sharp iron point away from the wood and leaving it falling to the floor, the rest of that organ around his arms twisting him momentarily onto his side so that he was not injured by the spearpoint. Peter apparently wanted his food live and squirming. “H-hah, oh no,” was all that Jake was able to work out before he started trying to thrash frantically, feeling the way that that tongue was starting to coil and loop downwards around his body, beginning to pass across his chest and belly and move towards his legs and ass like a snake loosely winding itself around his body. He started yelling again, doing his best to dig his feet in, to grip his claws down into the tongue and try to make himself the most uncomfortable meal possible, but all his resistance did was force those “Hlllllllrpfh, mmmmmmggph!”s louder as the amphibian began to draw him upwards. Peter opened wide as that moisture-misted breath cascaded around his face, making him see the way that that throat disappeared down into darkness, that big maw wide and stretchy as more spittle flecked into his face…

Fat fingered hands shot up and grasped him, lifted him up and tilted him forwards, moved to stuff him down into that maw so that his screams of sheer terror were suddenly muffled. Heat and moisture coursed around him as he was suckled and pulled in, rapidly packed into Peter’s mouth, felt jaw muscles squeeze and tug at him… but he never made the trip downwards into that cavern that would have spelled his death. Instead, the increasingly slimy cat was quickly twisted around by that tongue so that he ended up being turned sideways and worked into the toad’s pouches, bloating them out in a way that made him feel like he was being forced into a sleeping bag that zipped up at the side. Soon, the tongue was roiling and slipping around him, feeling like it was trying to taste him everywhere as the tip worked and rolled itself around his body. Peter seemed to be able to make sure that he could squeeze down on Jake’s limbs whenever he started to try and stir in the toad’s mouth, even when Jake started to grip his fists tight. The feline was not sure what was happening, not at first as he was turned around and pushed forwards, made so that his top half was pressed out of that toad’s maw. Why did he leave his knife in his room when he had to get running…? If he had it on hand, he could pretty easily cut himself out of these organic binds…

For the moment, though, he was stuck feeling the toad beginning to suckle and bob him on his tongue, gradually moving him so that he was finding himself… u-uhhnnnh… Jake stifled a whimper as the length of that tongue ended up sidled between his legs, pressing up to his covered crotch, his feet kicking down and trying to find purchase in Peter’s throat but instead simply slipping downwards. He was pretty sure he could feel one of his shoes getting stuck in those throat muscles as he kicked them around before slipping off of him, tumbling downwards into that audibly gurgling belly. No matter how hard he thrashed around and squirmed, it felt impossible to get out of the utter brace of tongue loops that he was stuck in, those wet glistening coils constantly undulating and stroking across his body… They started to catch his shirt and gradually lift it, brushing up against his stomach as he yelled out for help, tried to get his arms out, fought against the pull and tug of that organ holding him in.

All it did was make him press up harder against that coil pressed up against the front of his
pants, grinding on it, starting to blush despite the situation as his voice was tinged with a bit of neediness working its way through him. “D-Damn it, why did it have to nestle right…” He blushed harder as he realized that the tongue tip had found the bottom of one of his shorts’ legs and was trying to push up through the fabric, spreading out the space between his pants and his limb there, making the light white material outline the length. “H-Hey, what are you… hnnnnh!” He started to kick harder as it gradually worked its way up his inner thigh, feeling it beginning to nestle and wind on itself against the back of his ass, almost forming a seat there as the tip wound itself back and forth, all the rubbing and pressing beginning to make him harden as he blushed and winced…

That was before that tongue, like a flexing arm, started to push him forwards, pressing him up, forcing him against that loop around his growing erection, leaving him gasping and struggling not to work with it, to lose himself in the urge to fuck this strange mouth-pillow that he was being forced against. Jake squeezed his fists tight and winced as he let his legs bow out, settling into the way that the loops curved and squished against his legs, trying his best to steady himself as his dick began to twitch practically in time with how he was being pressed into that yielding organ. Whatever was happening to him right now was… was some kind of deliberate distraction to keep him from thinking about where that…

He tensed up again as the tip began to press its way into his underwear, pushing up through his boxers and quickly finding its way towards his tailhole. His toes curled as he felt it push up to his pucker and swirl a few times, understanding what was about to happen next, his cheeks a bright red before… “H-Haaaaaaaah…” It was pressing itself forwards, the very end of it gooshing saliva up through his tailhole for a brief moment before beginning to slip itself in, seemingly on a mission to drive itself forwards and fill him. That tip had rapidly expanded out as it had glided its way in, gradually snaking from wall to wall, that movement helping it to get more of itself inserted. There was a natural wiggle to that back and forth motion that helped to only keep pushing inch after inch into that rear. The tongue had something of a ropiness to how it moved that made it feel less like a firm object was being pushed into him and more like something wet was being plastered and flicked against his innards. Jake’s own tongue began to flop out of his mouth as he panted, growing rock hard as his thighs tightened, as his firm shaft stretched his underwear out further. Wherever the toad’s organ trailed, that saliva gushed up with it, bringing a tingliness to his innards that made it feel like there were suds bubbling up against his walls and crevices, ticklish in a way that left moaning and shuddering soon, not holding back his excitement as that sensation of creeping thrill pushed its way up him. Jake was not sure what he could do anymore as it slipped up within him… and from the sheer feeling of pleasure that followed along with it as it coaxed its way up his innards, he could only just barely bring himself to care as his body began to relax and melt into the grip of the mutated frog. If it no longer wanted him to focus on anything but the feeling of that tongue creeping up into his body, it was doing a very good job of it.

The more that the tongue pressed itself in, the more it seemed to fold in on itself while Peter
made Jake fuck that saddle further, the cat’s cheeks growing red as he was filled and gradually stretched out. He could feel the way that all of that insertion was gradually rising upwards, slowly reaching towards deeper and more sensitive parts of him as he let himself be cradled by that tongue, able to feel himself leaking out into the confines of his underwear. This was… this was probably going to lead to something awful, but that thought was starting to feel so… numb in his head, numb and sodden, like… like the flavor of it had been dulled. He was beginning to drool a little bit himself as his dick splurted more of his pleasure out and his balls felt heavy, his limbs drooping downwards as the energy went out of him. He felt like he… he could just ride on the pushes and presses of that tongue and that would be alright, that was all he needed to do right now. No need to escape, no need to fight to survive, no need to… to hunt down this information that he had been sent here to get. His asshole was starting to feel so wonderfully packed. Jake needed to… needed to push back on these thoughts, they felt weird, but… “H-haaah… haaahaa… glllph…” A bit more drool started to pull down his mouth as his eyes unfocused. Nah. He had been under a lot of stress over what had been a full week of watching people die and trying to get to even get a basic eight hours in. Maybe these thoughts were being pushed into his head as that tongue drove itself deeper up his tailhole, really began to stretch those deepest parts of him, made him feel as if he had a plug worked deep inside of him from how all of that tongue was bunched up against itself. It was the truth, though… at least, it felt like the truth, brushed up against enough of how he had felt that he could accept it as what it was trying to say that it was. Jake lightly kicked his legs around, spasmed them slightly before murmuring again and giving himself up once more to the bubbly and comfortably prickly feeling that was seemingly frothing up towards the inner extremities of his body, starting to warm itself up as his dick lightly ached and begged him to touch it. That would require him to bring his arms up and do something, which… Peter would take care of it. “G-gglllghh…” Another soft gurgle escaped him as a big, dopey smile escaped him. Peter would take care of everything.

He was being eaten, but not in the way that he knew it, not in the way that would terminate him completely. Jake instinctively knew that now. The heat was rising now, making that deepest part of his anal cavity start to feel as if it was clay being warmed so that it could become more motile, a bizarre mental image but it was the only thing that made sense with how the tongue was prodding into it. He could feel the flesh starting to be depressed with every prod, feel the way that that folded length within him was being pressed upwards, allowed to unfold and extend. This was more like…like what Peter was would devour him, take him into the toad and make it so that he was no longer a separate individual. That was what he wanted, to have the burden of survival in a hostile environment be taken from him. It was what Peter was telling Jake he wanted. The two were practically differentiated only by imperceptible gaps at this point, gaps that were rapidly closing as Jake felt that warmth building to tangibly radiate through that inner flesh.

Peter had already eaten the urge to be his own separate being right out of his mind. More would follow soon, he was sure. Jake was not afraid. The cat could feel the muscles in his limbs starting to go numb and unresponsive as that nudging pushed upwards through him, started to push upwards past his bowels, altering and sculpting his body with its intrusion up into him. The more it went, the more everything inside of him around the space above the pelvis started to feel more… solid, for lack of a better term. He could feel his body naturally starting to clench… not just around that tongue, although it was starting to feel like the most normal thing in the world to pucker his tailhole over that threading length that seemed like it was trying to fill the entirety of his form. It was like all of him was trying to draw itself down, to become as compact as it could, his legs now squeezing together, gripping tighter, tighter…

That heat kept on rising through him, and as it did he realized that he was beginning to feel the whole of the toad, every breath Peter took flushing oxygen through him, Peter’s blood replacing his own as he gave himself up completely to the mutated Bravo Group member and became a part of him. No need to breathe for himself, Peter would take care of that. No need to try and exert himself too much, Peter would take care of that too. He could feel the sensation in his lower body all blunting down, and when he looked at where that tongue had coalesced around his pelvis he could see everything up to his crotch was now starting to merge in and become much like that organ, the tongue joining in with him. His fur was melting away, thinning as it pulled into himself, leaving behind skin growing increasingly pink as it started to… to sweat… He was drooling. It was a full body drool.

Jake understood as the tongue drew upwards and took that change to his form along with it, his flesh becoming more pliable and wet as it became increasingly pink. He would be the tongue, but he would be so much more than that. Soon, he could feel the tongue tip poking out just below his chest, the flesh there lightly bulging as he watched the grey fur there fade away. There was a tickle rolling up to the middle of his throat, settling there, taking his gurgling and starting to shift it… “H-hhhhh…” It was a vibration that he was distinctly aware was an attempt at speech, but it was not one that he had attempted to try and form himself. “Hh-hhhrreeello?” That was Peter, divesting him of something else that he did not need. The two of them were nothing more than acquaintances before this, but with the way that he was making sure that he would not even need to think about what he had to say to lure others in, Jake knew that they were going to be great friends from now on. “My leg is broken. I need help!” The cadence of what he was saying was off at first, almost like his increasingly fleshy and hairless throat was trying to reproduce words off of a script. “Could you help me? I don’t feel safe anymore. I need you to come over here, something’s wrong!” The more that he spoke, though, as he started to feel the warm saliva drizzling down over his increasingly bared cheeks, the more that it started to feel like he was being puppeted to make statements that he would make if he was actually in distress. “Get over here, I can’t do this by myself! They’re coming, get in here!” Jake could feel himself being pushed out of the frog’s mouth as he opened his own maw, letting the tip of that tongue push out of his muzzle, feeling the way that it wavered in the air. He was basically a tube now… a tube with an upper body attached to it, one that had become mostly hollow and a passage for that tongue to shoot from. The only thing that he needed to do now was grasp anyone that Peter wanted to devour and help shovel them into the toad’s mouth and down his throat. “It’s safe over here, promise!”

Subtle films formed over his eyes, protecting them from the coating of moisture that was forming on his face as he felt himself getting drawn back into Peter’s mouth. Jake watched the world go dark before he began to feel the subtle thmph thmpph of the mutated toad lumbering away, knowing that he was off to hunt. Maybe they would devour some of the Ridden nearby, considering that they were plentiful enough at this point that Peter could easily pick and consume some stragglers that were away from their packs. Jake would no longer need to eat. Peter would feed both of them now. He would take care of both of them. That responsibility was completely off the cat’s shoulders and, with barely any thought in his head anymore that was not fed to him by the toad, Jake could not help but feel at ease. It was in someone else’s hands. He could finally, truly rest.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "BCP 2023 - Lurker", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "application/msword", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "2", "views": "142" }