Sam and Max belong to Steve Purcell. If you think he gave me permission, you'll be interested in a new planet I have for sale.

This is a story, not a picture, and not real. If you think it is real, see above.  There are depictions of gore and gay sex and humor and probably bad grammar.  Read it and find out or don't.

Sam and Max: Temples, Tentacles, and TITS
by tannim
November 6, 2009

	"Ice Cream!" Max raced to the window.  The music from the ice cream truck playing in his large lagomorphic ears.  He clutched his hands together over his heart and tilted his head, a big smile growing on his face.  "Aw, can we get some ice cream, Sam?  I've been good. I haven't even killed anything in nearly 13 minutes and 27 point 153 seconds!"

	Sam looked up from his typing and wiped his sweaty brow.  The paper on his desk in front of him in the old fashioned manual typewriter reading "Help, I'm stuck using old technology!" Along most of the page.  He glanced at the clock.

	"I dunno, Max.  Do we have enough money?  We haven't gotten a case in DAYS."

	"Well, we could steal from the nice old lady who just got hit by the ice cream truck..."

	"Hot, Dog! I could sure use a cold dog!"

	Max leapt towards the door yelling high spiritedly.  "First one there gets to rummage through her organs!"

	Sam tripped the eager rabbity thing and darted past him. They both ran quickly through the old building only to stop at the cloaked figures standing uncertainly in the doorway.

	There were two of them... or rather, there where three of them, but two of them were obviously short people in one long full body hooded cloak and pretending to be ...

	"Out of the way!"  Max bowled them over and ran out and raised his hands in triumph next the mess on the road.  The cops were already there, surrounding the lady, or it had looked like a lady from the distance.  Up close, it turned out to be more of a bunch of tentacles in a dress.

	Sam came up slower, panting.  "I have got to cut down on the glazed McGuffins."  He stopped at the tentacle thing.  "Errr... I thought you said that was a little old lady, Lil' Buddy."

	"Hey, you two can't be here.  You get about... Sam and Max, Freelance Police!  I'm glad you're here.  We had to get on over to a bank shootout, you can take it from here.  Come on guys, Let's go!"

	Sam and Max looked around, confused.  "What just happened Sam?"

	"I think they wanted to get ice cream too." He watched the policemen disappear around the ice cream truck one at a time.

	They ignored the sudden screaming coming from the back of the truck while they poked at the tentacles.  The tentacles were a dull pink color with white veins running through them.  They were compressed together and, from a distance, DID look like an old lady.  Clutched it one, well, call it a hand, was a string of beads tied in an octagon with a weird shaped metal thing at each of the eight points.  They looked vaguely like animals.  Each one had a few tentacles coming out of it.  The biggest was of a cute squirrel.  Large cheeks in a smile so cute, so sweet, so EVIL that even Max shivered.  It was dressed in a pretty dress with hands held up holding a sweet little purse, the head tilted just enough for maximum cute factor.

	"I have a BAAAD feeling about this." Max said with a shudder, his ears vibrating with him like a wave of furry fear.

	"Why, Max? It's just a rosary like thing." Sam took it and peered at it.

	"I dunno, maybe it has something to do with all that screaming." He kicked the tentacle thing.

	"You could be right.  We'd better check it out.  There may be a chance we can cause somebody serious bodily harm." The dog tucked the quasi-religious symbol into his pocket and followed his short friend to the back of the truck.

	Bodies were everywhere, at least, body parts were.  Whole bodies were few and far between, usually with other parts of bodies between them.  Sam tripped on a liver and splashed into a torrent of blood gushing out of the back of the truck.  In front of him Max was having a great time surfing on the top of that gusher. His big feet standing on two arms tied together with some intestines.

	"You gotta try this, Sam, it's a great endless wave!"

	Sam made a face at his suit being messed. "Damn, this suit cost me a brick to the head of a 60s weatherman.  Where am I gonna find a deal like THAT again?"

	He wrung out the collar and doggie shook the blood off before looking at the screaming inside the truck.  A dvd was playing in a dashboard TV showing the ritual sacrifice of people to a tentacle monster with the face like the scent of haggis after three days in the sun and flesh the color of "Well, he's got a rather nice tan."

	The torrent of blood was coming out of the VHS portion of the dual dvd/vhs player the DVD was playing in.  Max wiped out a few seconds later and laughed.  He splashed in the blood happily.

	"It's just like that wonderful dream I told you about yesterday!" The lagomorph sighed in bliss while tossing a trio of kidneys up so they bounced off his head.

	"The one with the unicorns and orphans, Max?" Sam asked as he looked around the truck.

	It was empty.  For a given value of empty.  The heads on spikes, the one forgotten potato chip in the bag, which disappeared into Sam's mouth, the tv, the other things, but overall empty of anything they could violently dismember that hadn't already been violently dismembered.

	"Yeah, that's the one.  It was such a perfect dream."  He glanced behind him down the road.  "I think our suspect is getting away."

	"Why's that?"  Sam asked while turning off the screams.

	"Just a hunch."

	Max and Sam strapped an arm to each foot and skied through the blood after the large beast running away down the road. It looked like a big worm at first glance, then a big worm with rabbit legs.  Then a big worm that was leaving an easily followed rather messy trail behind it.  The dog and rabbity thing chased after it.   

	Sam looked at the horrified pedestrians and shook his head.  "I'm glad I'm not going to have to clean this up."

	"We never clean up Sam, we're dirty cops."	

	"Speak for yourself little buddy, I took a bath just last month!"

	"I'm not sure diving into the sewer after those lost pet guppies counts"

	"That's a nasty attitude you have."

	"I know, but there's all this blood and I haven't gotten to shoot ANYTHING."

	"Hrm... I know what ya mean"

	The thing led them to the creepy side of town, the one with all the churches and telemarketing businesses were.  A cheerful looking Jehovah's Witness was cheerfully reverse mugging an innocent girl scout who had gotten lost selling cookies.  The woman was cruelly stuffing pamphlets into the scout's purse while making her head swell with meaningless cultist dribble about some god or something.

	"Oh! Oh! I got this one Sam!" Max pulled his favorite pistol out of, well, never mind where, and aimed at the strictly dressed woman.

	He pulled the trigger just as Sam pushed it aside and only grazed her hair.   The dog ignored his partner's complaints and pulled out the crucifix crossbow.

	"You know you have to put a jesus through their hearts to kill them, Max!"

	"OH, yeah, sorry, I got carried away."

	He took aim and between jesus's nailed together feet and shot the already cranked crossbow.  The jesus stuck in the woman's chest and she clawed at it while running towards them.  She fell to her knees and slammer her head forward as she died.

	"Phew, thought We'd have to go bible bashing to finish off that religious nut job."

	"Errr... We may have to, Max." Sam suggested looking around at all the various creepy religious people wandering their way like tv crazed insomniacs at 5:43am between commercial breaks of I Love Lucy.

	"Come on, the tentacle is getting away and we do NOT want to listen to this much preaching!" Sam shouted.

	"You don't have to shout..."

	"I do if I want them to hear me too."

	"Oh yeah"

	The hurried down the road, skiing the skin off their makeshift skis as they followed it up to a dark foreboding temple.  Behind them the nut jobs shouted at them the Word of whatever god or lord they thought they were representing.

	"It went in here.  Come on, Lets go"

	"Amazing how they got the doors shut so quick after it went in."

	"It's a cartoon, they can do whatever they want."

	"Does that mean we can too?!"

	"May as well."

	Max sighed and sat on the doorstep.  He leisurely... Ah screw it, he jumped up fully armed with napalm thrower, oversized sword, slingshot, grenade necklace, and comically huge Minigun for Maximum Pleasure.  Sam paused the story and held up a sign reading "This Quote from Serious Sam The Second Encounter" for several seconds while you read this.

	Inside, with the door holier than it had ever been before, they found themselves dangling by their feet in the air.  The interior of the temple was spotless, not a single clean spot could be seen.  Dust and cobwebs filled every corner and even the floor.  Every Pew was grey and sticky, and their eyes roved everywhere to see what held them.

	"Hey!  How'd we get here?!" Max yelled and struggled.  

	He yanked on the thing holding his foot and squirmed around to look upward.  He could see a tentacle wrapped around his left ankle.  It felt... familiar in texture.  It pulsed. It was fleshy.  There were pale white veins running through it, though he couldn't actually see those in the bad light.  Near him, Sam was held the same way and struggled just the same, though he was only struggling with one arm.

	"Don't you remember? We were ambushed by the tentacle monster while I paused the story for that quote and telling the source of the quote?" Sam held his hat firmly onto his head while he told his partner the finer details left out of the story due to budget concerns and worries of censorship when Max had all his gear ripped off him.  "And while I was gluing your fur back on it grabbed us and here we are."

	"We have Censors?"

	"Yeah, Little Buddy... Hard to believe isn't it?" Sam pulled out some tape and taped his hat on.

	"Welcome, my friends!" Came a voice from the shadows in the ceiling as a nine year old girl descended like an angel in brown fur and a pink nightgown.

	There were girlish frills around the arm holes and waistline, a massive purse dangled from her left hand, swinging as she descended.  Her face was familiar for some reason.  The sickeningly sweet smile that seemed to promise hugs and kisses and cuddles shortly before horrid dismemberment and brutal beatings.  Both eyes were too big and puppy-ish as though she'd practiced making the face and could hold her eyes open painfully wide at will.  Cute buck teeth, a long fluffy tail, slender toes and feet... a giant cock jutting from between her...

	"Wow! Look at the size of that tentacle, Sam!" Max exclaimed, pointing upward at her still descending from.

	"Err... oh, yeah, phew.  For a moment there I thought we were screwed."

	"But you ARE, friends!  Welcome to the cult of the Tentatacular Invasiorivistic Taxonomic Symbolism.  Heehee, welcome to the Tits cult" She giggled cheerfully at the end.

	"I Like tits." 

	"Max, there's something growing in my pants." Sam struggled, the thing in his pants sliding deeper down his leg and poking very delicate places.

	"I KNEW you liked, tits too, Sam!" Max spun about by his ankle, a bit giddy from the blood pooling in his swelling head.

	"NO! I mean... AHHHH It's pushing inside of me!"  Sam yelled as he struggled to get his pants down, well, up, to get at the thing.

	Max turned his head around to look at Sam tugging his pants up to his knees.  The dog's formerly tucked in shirt flopped down as soon as the pants were up and blinded him.  A laugh escaped the rabbity thing when he saw the thin tendril of tentacle running from the big one around Sam's ankle to his somewhat chubby ass.

	Sam's brown fur made the a pleasant contrast to the pink with white veined tentacle skin.  The skin was moist, little sweat-like beads of clear moisture dribbled down it from the ceiling.  Grunts came from Sam as he tried to keep it out.  He reached up and grasped at the tendril, but reaching up and behind him, with his tail in the way, made getting at it difficult.  When he did manage to grab it his hand slid up it slickly instead of tugging it out.  As he tugged at it his hand slipping up and down it looked a lot like ...

	It made Max think bad things and he grinned "Come on, Sam, if you're going to pleasure it like that you should relax more!  After all, HEY!" 

	The squirrel girl rode her large tentacle next to the lagomorph and pressed her lips to his cheek in a quick peck.  "You're cute. My name is High Priestess Emma Buoy, don't laugh, and I think Anovan will really like you."

	"Err, I'm not overly... OH! Uh, Fond of... it"  Sam sounded rather strained and distracted.

	She lay along her tentacle, and stretched.  The girl swiveled on the tentacle and then patted it,  the tip curled up and Same jerked as a sudden thrust of the tentacle pushed popped it into his ass.

	"He's going to help me in my quest and serves the cult well.  You two are going to help me too!" She clapped her hands happily exactly like an excited young girl.  "We need lots of sweat, and lots of sex, and lots of blood, and I have to sacrifice two brave men at the end."

	Max's ears perked down when he heard blood and sex in the same sentence.  "Alright, I can't wait for that!"

	"She probably means us, like all the other villains, Little Pal." Sam's breathing was heavier already. 

	"Figures, getting my hopes up like that" He swung his head around to look back to her only to find his eyes stretch his skull and stay locked on Sam.

	Sam's bare hips, with pants pulled up to his knees, showed a fair bit of swelling in the groinal region.  His red and pink penis was fully out and standing proudly at attention.  A small tendril was extending from the ceiling at a different angle from the one pumping in and out of his chubby butt. Even as Max watched the tentacle sank deeper and the girth thickened as though more fluid were pumped into its veins and it were becoming erect.

	As the lagomorph was about to laugh Emma ran her right paw ran along his chest and up to his fuzzy crotch. "You won't be ignored... you have to feel really good for when you're sacrificed to me."

	Her fingers cupped that area while another tendril of tentacle slid down his leg just like it was doing to Sam already.  She parted the fur that had been taped together and a big bunny cock and full sack flopped out and hung, half erect, pointing to the ground.  The tentacle ran along his balls and rubbed over his semi-soft meat.

	Max grunted and licked his lips.  "Uhh... it's not that I MIND, exactly.  But I prefer to get to know OH my partners."

	He jerked his head up to look at the fleshy vine coiled around his cock.  It had a snakelike look to it with how its tip swayed and it's body slithered around his stiffening flesh.  Sam caught his eye again, and he caught Sam's eye.  They both looked to each other's tentacled sex bits and away... and back again.

	"Errr... Max.  I didn't notice you were quite so big down there."

	Emma leaned down and kissed her tentacle, her legs shifting around it to ride it as she would a horse.  She murmured to it and stroked it, gesturing to the two.  The large tendril she was riding pulsed and took on a happy color.  Her legs wrapped around it clenched tighter as though she were getting some pleasure out of it.

	Sam tried to say something but it turned into a WHOA as he and Max were swung together.  Their flailing arms wrapped around each other with Max pressing his cheek to Sam's chest.  The rabbity thing took a deep calming breath trying to get up the energy to go mad, and then he took another, sniffing loudly.  The dog looked down, wondering what was up with his partner and felt their cocks rubbing together.  Their tips kissed.

	Max looked up at Sam "You could use a shower..."

	The normally homicidal creature took another sniff and nuzzle.  He seemed to like the scent, much to Sam's uncertain embarrassment and secret enjoyment.  The dog tensed as another vine wrapped around his other ankle and Max looked up at him with a somewhat hopeful glint in his eye.

	"You wouldn't mind if I said you were cute... would you?" He ran a hand along his friend's belly and ignored the tentacle wrapping around his other ankle.

	The squirrel who was watching and ground her groin along the tentacle.  She enjoyed seeing Sam's cock spurt a nice splatter of pre over Max's shaft.  Her eyes lit up when she noticed that they both wanted it to happen.  Emma leaned down and whispered to her tentacle again.

	"Errr... I suppose not..." Sam admitted to his partner.

	His eyes were taking in Max's pretty little insane form.  The lack of most muscle tone, the sweet evil eyes and mouth, the fingers practically itching to shoot something, and his little buddy's lil'buddy lovingly constricted by the tentacle.  The dog reached up to squeeze their tips.  Max watched his hand and tensed and seemed to melt as the squeeze happened.

	The tentacle around his erection retracted and made room for Sam's big hand.  Even the one inside of Sam had gone still as Emma wanted them to want to be together and the first few intimate moments were important.  Both tentacle and squirrel held their breath, or whatever tentacles held, and then slumped in relief when the dog and lagomorph grew more interested.

	Sam pumped both his and Max's erections.  Max sighed happily and thought warm thoughts full of puppies and hand grenades and lubricant.  The rabbity thing squirmed his hips forward, trying to rub his shaft into his partner's hand and meat.  Anovan the tentacle beast moved them a bit closer, making their bodies press together more snugly, just what they had wanted.  Max wrapped his arms around as much of Sam's pudgy body as he could and Sam pumped his hand faster over both of their cocks.

	With their upside down position and all the blood pooling into their brains they were more open than usual.  Sam leaned up, wishing he had done more situps in his life, and kissed his friend's forehead.  Max looked down into the kiss and brought their muzzles together.  Their hips ground together against the dog's hand, enjoying the feelings of holding each other so intimately.

	Max's right hand slid lower and squeezed the soft canine butt cheek under it.  He couldn't see Sam's tail wagging, but he could feel the motion.  He pulled back and broke the kiss.

	"Your tail is wagging..." He murmured.

	"It hasn't done that since my granny said I could take nude photos of the inmates..." Sam said and kissed again.

	Behind them Emma wiped a tear from her eye.  She kissed Anovan's tentacle and ground her hips into it, humping it steadily while watching the boys kiss and touch.  The squirrel particularly enjoyed the way Max had reached up to fondle his partner's balls and tug on them until he could grab his own balls with them.  She giggled suddenly at thought and nudged her tentacle.

	Sam was getting pretty hot and bothered.  The stroking on his erection, the soft rabbity thing pressed against him, and that full feeling under his tail from the tentacle.  He found he wasn't minding it so much now.  Of course it wasn't moving and it felt great when his body involuntarily clenched around it, but it was probably the semi-delirious state he was in, he decided.  Surely he'd never let Max tug on his nuts like that or share such feelings with him so freely.

	The tentacles pulled them apart suddenly.  Sam's hand jerked open when Max slipped free, his own erection let out without hitting his peak.  The dog's knot had partially swollen but it deflated as his butt buddy swung around kicking and swearing.  Little devils floated up with each word, each obviously male and doing things that would make baby jesus cry, he hoped, to each other before disappearing.

	Anovan spun Max around so his back and soft fuzzy butt was presented to ho the dog.  His tail not doing anything to hide his cute pucker and nicely shaped boy bottom.  The rabbity thing's legs were pulled wider and Max turned back to look how his partner was doing.  Sam was simply dangling there, with nothing happening other than his cock throbbing in front of him ready and willing to shoot his friend in the back.

	The tentacles holding Max and Sam both swung towards each other suddenly.  Both yelling in surprise.  Their heights are adjusted, their bodies are aimed, Max swings back at just the right height to YELL when Sam's swollen Private Dick stabbed into his unprotected lagomorphic backdoor.  The unsuspecting ass clenched violently around the intruder.  The unready dog groaned and grasped the small slender hips automatically.

	Max jerked his head while his arms flailed wildly trying to grasp something to pull himself upright. "Ahhh! Sam, something's stabbing me!"

	His partner grunted with the continuing contractions from his lil'buddy's ring trying to push him out. "Unnng... Ease up, Max!  It's me back here... and I don't think I can stop."

	He added the last as the tentacles around his ankles drug him back and slammed him forward again.  Thrust after thrust the tentacles jerked and pushed.  Sam didn't really notice that the movements were becoming less severe or that his own hips were taking the place of that forced movement.  He DID notice how good it was feeling.  His lover's pert little ass squeezed and contracted nicely around him.  All those involuntary movements to try to push him out, the cute squeak of sharply indrawn breath each time he fully hilted inside.  His hands gripped his buddy again and his hips pounded away just as hard as the tentacles had originally forced him to.  It had been a long time since he'd felt able to let go and have a good solid bump and grind.  

	The ache of sudden of sudden penetration hit Max hard at first.  His ass stung, his eyes clenched, his cock throbbed at full attention.  He could feel the invader moving around inside his butt and tried hard to push it out.  Max's attention gradually moved lower after complaining and finding out that it was Sam pounding away at his ass.

	He was amazed at how hard his lil'Max was, as well as the way the pre beaded and dribbled out so fast at the tip.  The clear sticky stuff rained down onto the floor at random with each slap of Sam's broad hips into his.  Max's butt wouldn't unclench at first while the initial pain of sudden surprise sodomy but as Sam thrust in his rump slowly unclenched enough to let him enjoy it.

	Sam's erection drug along his prostate hidden under his fuzzy rear's inner walls and steadily milked it.  He felt full in a way he'd never thought of, that he would admit to thinking of, and found that he didn't want to kill something at that moment.  His cheeks were red, his mouth had twisted into a painful... smile of non-violent pleasure.  The lagomorph didn't know how to handle that as another tentacle lashed downward and caught his right wrist and another his left.

	Neither Sam nor Max paid them any attention as each was focused on the intimacy of what they were doing.  Emma rode her large tentacle above them and looked down at them. She could clearly see their balls slapping together when the dog slid in fully.  The way they seemed to become one body briefly with a wet squishy sound.  The way Max's cute bunny-ish dick bounced and drooled.  She really enjoyed it when he hit his own chest and face with his seemingly endless pre.  Emmy herself thrust her own groin into the large tentacle she rode, her dress wrinkling with her spreading legs.

	"Boys are so pretty when they have sex with each other." She sigh happily.

	More vines dropped, again one coiled around Max's erection.  The one inside of Sam went to work again. It pumped steadily in time to Sam pumping his partner.  The dog involuntarily clenched his butt, trying to push out the invader, exactly as Max was doing to him.

	Sam was feeling oddly calm and satisfied as he fucked his buddy and leaned down to kiss and whisper into Max's ear.  "I think we're well and truly caught... but I don't want to be UN caught."

	He sounded worried, even more worried when he heard Max's answer. "It's ok, Sam.  I don't mind at all."

	The lagomoprh's voice sounded rather dreamy. A state the dog had previously only heard when eating junkfood and shedding blood.  His own feelings weren't clear either.  Sam could feel his knot swelling, could feel it popping his buddy's butt open wider each thrust, could even hear the wet squish of it stretching that tight formerly virgin boy pussy out, and knew he wouldn't stop if he were freed.  He looked down and felt himself smiling.  That formerly evil homicidal maniac looked so soft and innocent as he was skewered.  The glow on Max's cheek left the canine with a glow on his own. 'He's actually happy having sex with me.' The thought made him pause in his thrusts, but the tentacles kept him going.

	The two private dicks were leaking copiously, one into the other, the other onto Anovan's tendril as it constricted like a snake around his cock.  The constricting tentacle relaxed and contracted faster than Sam's cock pumped into Max.  Two squeezes per thrust.  Three squeezes. The tentacle slowed suddenly and leveled off at three to one while the rabbity thing tried to clutch at it.

	Max's eyes clenched, one shutting fully.  Not being able to use his arms made it so much more intense than it would have otherwise been.  His urge to grab whatever it was around his cock and hold it there was effectively denied by his bonds.  He looked up, trying to stifle the grunts from each slap of Sam's hips into his as well as the thick dog dick spreading his cheeks and hole wide open.

	"Sam... Unng... you're fatter than I thought"  Max groaned out.

	"I'll take that as a compliment, Max, though I should pop you for it" Sam grunted back.

	The dog was feeling rather full himself.  Two more tentacles had dropped down and were pushing into his ass along with the first.  All three spread his ring wide open letting in a breeze while Emma hovered behind him to enjoy it.  A thicker tentacle invaded Sam along with the three and the pudgy canine hunched down at the intense sensation of filling up with a dragging along his previously tight pucker.

	His chest pressed to Max's head above him.  Sam felt one of his friend's ears rub against his cheek and he kissed at it tenderly.  The pleasure from his cock slipping in and out, with and without his hips thrusting, mixed with his own prostate getting worked over as well as hanging upside down for so long made him much more open than before.  He kissed again struggling to lean further down to rub his nose into his friend's forehead.

	Emma hovered closer and stole a kiss from Sam when he looked over to her. She was standing on her large tentacle while both her captives looked at her.  They couldn't help but notice the bulge in the front of her pretty dress. A bulge with a dark spot at the end.

	Both Sam and Max were on the edge and neither could really think straight.  Even as Emma pulled her dress up and showed that she was really a boy Sam was popping his knot in and out of Max's clenching ring.  The wet popping noise and pressure of taking it repeatedly gave the lagomorph a nervous tick expression for his eyes wincing in discomforting pleasure.  His ass ached, but his body felt so good as he was held on the edge by the talented tentacle pumping his shaft with Sam pumping his boyish butt.

	Sam's eyes were rolling up while he reveled in Max's body massaging his erection.  Heavy spurts of pre were flooding the bunny but his rapid shafting was preventing all but a small trickle to leak out and down his chest.  The dog panted heavily. He couldn't really concentrate anymore.  Emma distracted him by stealing more kisses, by licking his tongue, and then by pushing her stiff squirrel cock into his mouth when her tentacle jerked up suddenly.

	He couldn't spit it out, he found he didn't want to.  Something to grip with his lips, something sexual to sniff with his powerful canine nose, something soft and masculine to bounce against his chin as the hips thrust forward.  Something for him to lose himself in while he tied his little buddy's sweet ass and came.

	Max slammed his head back into Sam's gut at the full knot popping into him.  The hot gush of hot slick semen into his bottom had his face a bright red.  That unexpectedly pleasant feeling of being filled and that powerful pulsing from his partner's erection throbbing inside helped pushed him over the edge shortly after.  His smaller body clenched and gave into the relentless constriction of the tentacle around him and Sam in him.  A dull roaring filled his ears, the pleasure erupted in his groin, matching that of Sam behind him.

	They both spread their seed around while their bodies buzzed from satisfied lust.  Sam's hips trembled as he tried to tug out his not only to thrust back in for the length of his cock behind his knot. His body told him he should, his mind didn't care as the waves of sexual bliss rolled through it. Max pumped out load after load as his own sea of sexual satisfaction sprayed out it's pleasure.  The floor sever feet away grew slick with each spurt from his rampant shaft.  The rabbity thing's thighs clenched, trying to buck just like Sam with the same result of tugging on that swollen knot stuck inside him.

	Emma pumped Sam's mouth eagerly, her cock drooling so much pre-cum that it overflowed out of the dog's mouth onto the floor below despite his swallowing constantly.  Her balls were tight to her body but they bounced against his nose as she worked him.  She'd been working over herself on Anovan's thick tentacle enough to be quite close and as they both finished their orgasms, she hit her own.  She grabbed hold of Sam's cheeks humping harder and making him gag as she pumped her cum directly into his throat.

	Her eyes glowed pinky purple, as she came, full and thick. The stream running out of her  cock heavy enough to make the dog's belly swell as the flow failed to diminish.  Max panted heavily, trying to catch his breath.  Sam tried to, but found Emma's erection in his throat too much to allow him to breath.  Their ears caught a distinctive grunting and moaning from the shadows of the filthy temple.

	The glow from Emma's eyes gave just enough light to see an orgy going on all around them.  Naked figures, nothing more than shadows in the light, were fucking, were sucking, were doing for more, with the goats and sheep just wondering what was happening as they were passed around.  The air was filling with the stink of sex.  Semen white washed the floor and Max realized that they were all males, every one of them, even the livestock.

	He looked up, the comment to Sam dying on his lips as he saw his buddy's face fat cheeked and struggling to breath.  Emma's fur was waving in a breeze that wasn't there, all the soft strands of her tail and body stuck out and waved about.  He saw Sam tugging away but her grip held him firmly in place while her mouth gaped in amazing orgasmic ecstasy.

	The tentacles holding Max dropped him suddenly and he hung in the air, a pain in has ass making him yell in surprise while Sam let a large load of cum spurt out of his mouth as he too exclaimed.  Max dangled by has ass above the floor, Sam's fat knot trapped behind his ring holding him there.  He could just reach the floor, if he strained.  On it he could just make out one of his lost guns.  The ammo drum was full, the barrel was... quite sticky but he grabbed it anyway.  He tried to angle it up, but couldn't get to Emma without shooting through Sam.

	A moment's hesitation and he grinned. "You want blood?! Fine! I got'cher Blood right over there!"

	He opened fire.  The sex sounds were overpowered by the explosive sound of air being raped by hot metal ripping through it.  The bodies in the shadows did new rhythmic motions.  Dancing to the flash of gunfire while their cocks sprayed their last loads into what was left of their last lovers.  The white washing the dirty floor made way for the red tide washing over that.  Mixed in it all was the sweat of dozens of overexerted and overstimulated males thinning it all out as a binder.  The bullets blasted for nearly a full minute before running out.  He pulled more out of his ear, his special stash, and finished giving the pile of bodies better ventilation.

	Emma Bouy pulled out of Sam and watched the dog heave.  A thick fountain of spunk sprayed from his lips as his body voided all the excess cum she'd force fed him.  Sam's knot in Max's ass stayed full and hard, supporting the Lagomorph while he glared up at Emma.  She was lowered to the floor, her dress still staying up where she'd pulled the hem, flashing her boy parts.

	The squirrel looked up.  "Alright, Anovan... Now give it to me"

	The tentacles holding Sam let go, making a splash of blood, sweat, and lust.  Sam lay in the mess, still throwing up more cum.  Max lay under him, being bathed in Emma's sexual leavings, and Max's last few Glazed McGuffins.  Emma ignored them with her eyes looking into the air as a tentacle lowered a grenade to her.

	It was a large one, obviously standard cult issue.  Fancy gold and silver with a hint of red.  Pretty childhood crayon drawings on it from when Emma was younger.  Little stick people picking flowers  and petting ponies.  A princess and a pie and a happy sun.  A large easy to pull pin decorated as a strawberry.

	She held it to her chest.  "Now... Now I can become a REAL girl!"

	The squirrel skipped around the dazed, or cum puking, freelance police and drew a septagon in the mess under them.  In that seven sided outline she drew a picture on each side.  Pony, Purse, Bra, a circle within a circle, Teddy bear, A crude boy, and... herself.  She stood on the last line.   Eyes still glowing pinky purple.  She looked at the mess around her and held the grenade above her.

	The pin was pulled. The laugh of triumph. The flash and explosion.  The sweet sunlight filtering in.

	Emma stood naked, her clothing burnt away by the fireball.  All around her the stone temple floor was clean, other than the mess.  The bodies of Sam and Max had turned to dust, she was surprised to see.  That wasn't of concern though.  Her hands ran over her newly girlish body.  He flat chest, which she figured she'd grow into, her new girlish genitals.  Her... they were real! She was a girl!

	Emma did a happy dance. She spun around and didn't even notice her body change back into a boy's as Sam and Max picked her up and carried her out.

	"It's a good thing we had those spare dummies with us, isn't it Sam?"

	"Yeah, I'm glad I don't leave home without them!" Sam waddled as he carried the deliriously happy squirrel boy.

	"Errr... I've been meaning to ask you, where DO you keep those?  I mean, you had your hands full with keeping your face out of the mess as you threw up"

	"Well, they kind of just... slipped out after the tentacles let us go, little buddy." The dog set her in their car, which sat outside of what was left of the temple.

	Max climbed in, "I'm going to pretend you aren't talking about keeping those in your butt, though I can't imagine why."
