The next morning...

Overslept and Overcome

What the straw pile lacks in comfort, it makes up for in warmth. Sleep comes fast and, due to your sheer exhaustion, is dreamless and without interruption. The night passes a bit too quickly for your liking, as your wonderful slumber is interrupted by the rays of dawn upon your face. You weakly stretch an arm as a yawn escapes you. Cracking an eyelid, you see Arro turned away from you snoring softly. Looking about the hut, you are a little embarrassed at its state. It’s covered with loose straw from the poor bed, reeks of the previous day's passion, and the door, still busted, swings gently in the morning breeze. Hoping to tidy up to a degree before your friend wakes, you decide to rise.

When you go to stretch your legs however, you feel some resistance and peer down to see Arro’s tail fin wrapped snug around your ankle. Likely a subconscious action during his rest, you find it no less adorable. With a sigh of resignation, you accept that you aren’t going anywhere until the Vaporeon wakes. The tightness in your muscles is the last bit of convincing you need, choosing to sleep in beside your “captor”. Scooting close to him, you gently place a hand on Arro’s hip, stealing an **** “Mmmmm…” from his drooling muzzle. You snuggle close and quickly descend back into the depths of rest.

It begins as a soft, barely noticeable tingling. The ticklish sensation dances across your pawpad, causing your sleeping face to wince in irritation. When the source of your discomfort doesn't relent, you are dragged back to the waking world with an disgruntled moan. "Oh... give it a rest..." You reflexively croak, assuming Arro has returned to his teasing. "Go back to..." your eyes creak open as you speak. "...sleep..?"

It is not the smug grin of a playful Vaporeon you see past your legs. As your hazy vision comes to focus, you are greeted by a pair of chilling violet eyes. They belong to a drooling Oshawott, a voracious sneer appearing on her lips as she notices your gaze. Sensing her playtime is at an end, she suddenly lurches forward on the paw she had been teasing, taking it up to your ankle.

The infected's intentions made clear, your brain screams at you to act. Adrenaline pulses through you as your free leg is sent streaking across the otters cheek. The awkward angle saps impact from the blow, but it's enough to cause a flinch in the feral, loosening their maw. Not wasting your chance, your saliva slickened hind paw is yanked free before you defensively roll backward against the rear wall.

With a moment to steady yourself, you scan the room as the infected female recoils. Instinctively you look to the entrance of the hut (noting the broken door still swinging free), dismayed to see that the feral has company. A massive, purple eyed Quagsire blocks your exit though he seems much too interested in the pair of light blue legs kicking furiously from his dripping maw to pay you any mind. Horrified to see your Vaporeon host in such a state, you hop up from your crouch and charge the bulbous pokemon, readying a punch.

The Oshawott has other plans, however, recovering from your strike sooner than you’d hoped. You see her pursed lips, cheeks beginning to bulge, and you prepare to dodge the incoming jet of water. You are understandably confused when the shoot goes wide, passing before you and far too low to hit your center mass. You’ve about to thank your lucky stars before your next step connects the floor, the realization hitting you far too late. Your hind paw finds no purchase on the drenched wood and in a panic you bring your other paw, still slick with the otter’s saliva, down in an attempt to stop yourself.

Your actions are in vain as you skid forward, barely able to stay upright, straight towards the infected Quagsire. Having finally noticed your scuffle with his feral pack mate, a wicked smirk crosses his maw, now with just two wiggling Vaporeon paws on display. With speed you’d not thought possible for the large creature, it aligns itself with your skidding form. Finally, just a half-second before you make contact, it heaves that jiggly, soon to be filled belly hard against you. The elastic flesh immediately stops and reverses your momentum, sending you airborne in a daze.

Your landing isn’t pretty, coming down hard on your back with the wind crushed from your lungs. You lie there groaning, eyes clamped against the pain. It isn’t until you feel the telltale drops of liquid against your face that you **** them open once more. The Oshawott girl kneels smugly over you, her leaking folds splayed by two fingers just inches from your nose.

“W-wait! Nn-” is all you can get out before that pink orifice rapidly descends and claims your muzzle. You barely have time to blink your eyes shut again as the otter girl leans back, all of her weight now upon you aiding in your consumption. Ears plastered to the sides of your head, you can hear the moans of pleasure all around you as you are taken down to the shoulders. You struggle frantically against your fate but the new wounds coupled with your ‘exertion’ from the previous day have taken their toll. Your arms feebly slap at the floor before they too, are pinned tight to your sides. Hurting, gasping, and knowing it's only a matter of time, you begin to sob as the rest of your lower half squeezes into the feral’s depths. Your consciousness is already hazy by the time your two paws join you in the sea otter’s womb. Panting hard for the fading oxygen, your final thoughts are of Arro and the brief moment of happiness you provided for each other in this doomed world…

The Oshawott wastes little time, choosing to make use of the foolish little cat dissolving away with her. As her fingers dance about her femininity, her lust filled moaning attracts the attention of her fellow infected. Her solo ministrations are interrupted eliciting a growl from the otter girl, before she catches sight of the Quagsire’s pulsing member dangling before her. A depraved grin across her face, she spreads her thighs and invites her companion to give her prey some company.

An easy meal for her friend and a delicious orgasm for later, all thanks to the slumbering fools who left their door ajar, practically inviting their fate. This was turning out to be a fine day~