Non-Stop -------- > Phenos: The start of nonstop nut november. Hope you have your flood insurance... A continuation of the vignette "Point of No Return": https://www.furaffinity.net/view/39208112/ ----- Heavy thumps over constant static drifted into his conscious. Muffled and distant at first, but getting closer, becoming clearer. The lapping of the waves splashing over the slow, persistent noise of the ocean. Tides crashing down far away, the liquid collapsing into liquid producing those hefty splatters that had brought him back to his senses. He smiled and squeezed his eyes shut to block out the sunlight, trying to stretch out on his towel and roll over the other way. His arms just bumped into the sides of the railing. His turn was derailed by his paws slipping on the slick balcony floor, his digits grasping the bar he'd been leaning on, keeping him from taking an uncomfortable fall. His eyes tore open, but immediately squeezed halfway shut again as they were blinded by the bright whiteness. The off-whiteness. Slightly yellowish, thick and rich. Stretching as far as the eye could see, a humid haze rising up from it, clouding the thick afternoon air. Wrapped around the mountain ranges at the horizon. Letting only the tips of the surrounding buildings poke out. Huge globs still raining down from the sky, splashing down into the vast ocean of spunk. The marten slumped, his eyes still wide open. His shaft still erect between his legs that had given in, lazily leaking untold gallons of the stuff onto the balcony wholly covered in it. He just hung there on the railing, halfway down, panting. He just didn't have the energy to do anything more at this point. At least not until the sharp sensation raised up his spine and made his back arch right along. His squeaking gasp drowned out by the resounding, deafening roar of his dark-furred, knee-engulfing, quaking nuts clearly already too productive for their size, yet visibly working up to become only more so. The shockwaves of noise sent rippling waves like tsunamis across the mart-made sea. He could only whimper as he felt the second rope come on, bulging out his heaving member with a liquid more akin to cement than a squirt of cum. The force of recoil too much for his muscles to withstand, he let go. A short flight, a big splash and a warm bath followed, before the euphoria overloaded his senses once again. ----- The sharp, angry fizzling knocked him out of his pleasure coma. He groaned and crossed his arms over his face to block out the hot, blinding rays of light. He craned his head back to look in the other direction. Blackness with bright dots above, whiteness with dark dots below. He just stared at it for a while, the image right before him, but not being processed by his addled thoughts. It was kind of pretty though. Although, he could swear that he'd seen pictures of that yellow-brown ball with the ring around it floating over there before... As the sizzle began to quiet down, the pieces finally fell into place. He parted his hands just in time to watch the sun disappear into the tides, the dim glow and violent bubbling fading moments later. He gulped as he felt it again. They were only going to get stronger, weren't they? The beginning of the next shot sent him into the depths and out the other side faster than he could pass out. The lack of gravity made his stomach sink, but his head was already spinning too much to get any more disoriented. A thump. Sploosh. Crack. ----- Thump. He'd hit another of these glowy things. This one an ethereal, deep, pulsing purple. It felt warm to the touch, its surface rippling outwards under his digits. White wisps travelled up his arms, making his fur stand on end with little sparks of energy jumping from the ends. With one, involuntary buck of his hips, it turned into a plane of a spiderweb of cracks. Volcanoes burst out all around, the fountains of grayish-yellow mass filling his entire view. So dense that individual droplets altered the gravitational constants of innumerable physicalities beyond recognition. The deformed bubble moaned in kind with him. They both blew. One with a cross-cosmic detonation whose force was felt up to the bounds of the fabric of existence. The other with the next rope of seed, blasting far, far beyond that.