Wiggling Worms
Setting: Fantasy: Inmayo.Ships: Worm / Pelideo.
Characters: Pelideo (nb pixie).
Setting: Fantasy: Inmayo.Ships: Worm / Pelideo.
Characters: Pelideo (nb pixie).
It's an early morning in the forest that Pelideo darts into on fluttering wings. The sound of groggy chirps mixes with the sound of rustling leaves, while the mossy ground glistens with drops of dew.
Pelideo flits between flowers as they see them open up as the sunlight starts to filter through between the crown's of leaves, gathering dust and juice into the many vessels that they carry at their waist and in their pack.
It's a habit of theirs, something that they keep doing as many mornings as they're able. Those first daylight's worth of ingredients for their potions are so valuable, particularly as the last traces of summer are starting to fade. And a single pixie can only carry so much, even when their pack is enchanted.
Pelideo works hastily, but with care. They don't want to spoil any of their ingredients, or mix them up with each other before it is time. Between each type of flower, and then when it's needed, they drag their hands across the moss, washing their hands with the large drops of condensation they touch. It's a bit of a tiresome job, but it's necessary. They’re one of few dedicated wizards focusing on potions and brews in their hive, and many rely on what they craft. Eventually though, their time runs out and the last blossom stands at erect attention, seeping in the sunlight as morning turns to day. Pelideo sinks to the ground, shimmering, see-through wingspan spread, unbothered by the last drops of dew that sinks into their clothes and cools their skin.
They draw in calm breaths through their nose, as they listen to their surroundings with their eyes closed. The birds are fully active at this hour, all sorts of them talking in their melodious ways. There is the rustling sound of leaves, of wings, and of disturbed grass. Pelideo can hear as the ground is breached by a worm, and the rush of an animal's feet nearby.
It's a startling sensation that causes them to open their eyes, a press against their upper thigh. Pelideo props themself up on their arms, and looks down. They can see their short skirt shift, and a gleam of pink. There is another press of a rounded yet sharp form, as the worm presses its head against Pelideo's privates, trying to push past the pixie's underwear. Pelideo watches it wiggle, uncertain of how to react to the animal's insistence. Any decisions that they might have been on the verge of making disperses when the worm pushes harder and, dragging the fabric with it, drives its head startlingly easy into Pelideo's cunt. Pelideo's head falls backward, and they moan as the worm continues its push.
It's hardly a slow, considerate thing. The worm is of one mind, and that is to penetrate and escape into the hole it has found. Pelideo doesn't know how, or why, but in the end, they don't complain. They allow the worm to press deeper, and they shamelessly bask in the sensation of the thick body filling them up. Their underwear slides along the worm's body, allowing its passage. The sensation is, at first, a little painful, as the worm's only lubrication is the slippery mucus its body exudes. But it grows easier quickly, both for the worm, and for Pelideo, as Pelideo's arousal grows, their cunt spreads, and precum oozes from their inside walls. The worm seems to enjoy itself, though if it's the feeling of the pixie slime on its body or the warm cavern it’s invading, Pelideo doesn't know.
The worm’s body wiggles with more energy, and sometimes it taps against the inside of Pelideo's shivering thighs to leave behind wet stains mixed with fresh dirt. Pelideo's eyes are open, staring toward the leaves that blur against the tall sky in their arousal. They can feel the body of the worm stretch their cunt open, filling their passage until its head presses against the rim to Pelideo's womb. It pushes forward, drawing a cry from Pelideo as it invades the place only growing baby pixies should reach. It doesn't take long for the small sack to be filled, but the worm isn't even fully inside Pelideo's body yet. Pelideo tips their head forward, gasping and whining, sweat already soaking their skin, to see how much of the worm is left.
But they're unable to tell. Their stomach is a mound, rising to block the view. They can see how their clothes have started to stretch against their belly, and they can see, soon, as the fabric draws taut, the way that the worm's shape shifts beneath their skin. Pelideo lets out a groan, and it's an effort to keep their chin pressed to their throat; they want to see as the worm moves inside their obscenely gravid-looking belly. It feels amazing, and it looks lewd. Pelideo wants to bare their skin to the air, so they can see it even more clearly but when they try, their arms shiver too much to allow only one to support their body, and they quickly give up. Just seeing the worm as it shifts beneath their clothes is arousing enough, causing their cunt to twitch and clench around the worm's body as it wiggles further.
It seems the worm is not finding the space of Pelideo's womb good enough, however, evident by the stretch that has Pelideo moaning as the worm pushes its head back out through the opening to their womb, ignoring the tightness caused by its own body. The pixie feels something burst - the dam wall that kept them from cumming until then, and for a moment, they black out, only able to feel. The worm's every little wiggle is intensified, causing Pelideo such bursts of pleasure that they're unable to do anything but clench and moan and cry out as they cum around the worm's body.
The worm is unresponsive to the pixie's pleasure, simply continuing to force itself through Pelideo's innards. It prods around with its round head, pressing against Pelideo's inside walls in search for more openings. When it doesn't find any, it seems to settle on a tactical retreat, its body twisting to head back out. When it breaches Pelideo's cunt it spreads them so much wider, and the feeling of fullness has tears rolling down Pelideo's cheeks. They spasm, only barely able to keep their arms under them. The worm searches Pelideo's wet flesh, and when it presses against their urethra, Pelideo whimpers. It finds the opening, and though its head is almost too blunt to manage to slip inside, it slims down its body to force its way in through the tiny opening. Pelideo's tears rolls heavier, soaking their skin and rolling to their chest. Their head tips back as the worm expands, and a long, long moan is drawn out of Pelideo as the worm pushes into their urethra.
It's when Pelideo's bladder gives in and they feel warm fluids spill between their thighs that they realize that the worm is trying to fill their bladder. It's a worrisome realization, and the first time since the worm started to unknowingly pleasure them that they understand how messed-up their body might become if they don't intervene. Their bladder is definitely smaller than their womb, has less stretch and if the worm decides that such a small opening like Pelideo's urethral opening is an option worth pursuing, then it might decide to try out one of Pelideo's ureters. And that would be bad. It absolutely shouldn't reach Pelideo's kidneys; Pelideo has no idea what might happen if it does, but it can't be good. Even if its body stretches them out so good, pressing against their prostate to make them quiver with pleasure.
It’s the desperation that allows Pelideo to reach past their still bulging stomach, to reach for the worm and grab it. They pull, and can feel the worm protest and wiggle beneath their skin. It has thankfully not managed to get as much of its body inside Pelideo's bladder as it has their womb, and Pelideo cries out as the worm is forcefully pulled from their urethra. They whimper, holding on tightly to the worm as it writhes in their hands. Uncertain of what the worm will do if they simply drop it, and too aroused to simply let it go just yet, Pelideo with effort and sweat dripping off their body into the grass, guides the worm further down, to the last opening that it hasn't tried out yet.
They feel the slimy wet head brush against one of their ass cheeks, smearing slime, cum and piss on their skin. They whimper when the head finds the hole Pelideo is trying to guide it to. It brushes inquiring against it for a few seconds, during which Pelideo holds their breath. They whimper again as more of the worm slides out of their cunt. Their legs shiver, and coils of worm press against their thigh. The worm presses against Pelideo's ass, and with no preparation, its wet body breaches the ring of muscles.
Pelideo's anus clenches in protest, and pain blossoms like lights in their vision. Pelideo falls back against the grass, unsupported by their arms. Their hands go to their ass, and they lift their legs, spreading them apart. Their fingers dig into their skin, drawing their cheeks apart in an attempt to make it easier for the worm. They whimper and groan, tears once again streaming along their skin. The tears drip into their ears, and dampen their hair. The worm pushes further up Pelideo's ass, forcing its way along the fleshy path.
Its body starts to move with more purpose and less of a search, as it discovers the deep length the tunnel goes. Pelideo feels it move, their senses heightened by the orgasms the worm has drawn from them. It makes way deeper, and as it does, the body that still fills Pelideo's uterus starts to recede. Through bleary eyes they see the mound of their belly decrease, and through the feeling of the worm slipping back out their cunt, they whimper with need. The worm rubs against itself, as its length slides out of Pelideo's body. Pelideo groans, their breath heavy and irregular. The last of the worm slips out, landing in the grass with a rustle of straws. Pelideo's cunt gapes and gasps, yearning to once more be filled to the brim.
But Pelideo's attention is soon shifted from their cunt to their ass, as they feel the worm push further and further inside them. It goes further than any dick or finger or arm has ever gone, and it's not stopping. Pelideo's skin is soaked in sweat, and they can't stop whimpering, even for a brief second. Their hands shake, and it's a strain to keep holding on to their ass, to keep their legs raised, to not just sink into the feeling of the worm moving through their intestines.
It just keeps going, further and further, and Pelideo can't keep track of the time, can't see the sun reach center sky and can't see the leaves on the trees. All they know is the sensation of the wiggling body, and their own body's twitching and pleasure.
It's a shock to feel the press against their larynx. They hadn't even registered that the worm had reached their stomach. Their vision swims, they can't tilt their head down to search with it, and when they open their mouth, the worm is pressing against the back of their tongue. Pelideo shifts their mouth to suckle on the worm, and they feel it curl against their face. Its tail end is still poking out of their ass, and the faintest thought that they have to look absurd draws a wet giggle from them. The worm wiggles, not, apparently, interested in emerging further from Pelideo's mouth. Instead, it shifts against their skin, both their face and their ass, basking in the wet warmth the rest of its body is enveloped in. Pelideo moans around its body. It curls in response, flexing against their tongue. Their tongue works the worm's body, trying to pleasure it the same way it's pleasuring them.
The flapping of wings is faint in the back of Pelideo's mind; they don't register the birds until their body is lifted into the air. Their own insect-like wings flap uselessly, and they cry out in shocked pleasure as two birds grab at the worm, one from each end.
It shouldn't be a wonder, as it's a prime target as it wiggles in the air, but it's unexpected nonetheless.
The birds are pulling at the worm, drawing it further and further out Pelideo's body. The worm stretches inside Pelideo, pressing their innards together. Their body explodes in a confusing orgasm of pleasure and pain, as their insides are scrambled by the birds. The birds tug, the worm tries to retreat, and Pelideo is limply cumming around the worm as the birds pull and pull and pull. It's amazing, and it's horrifying, but most of all it's simply pure sensation as they just keep orgasming.
Pelideo doesn't know how they manage it, but somehow, they do. The spell cast from their palms startles the birds, and Pelideo lands hard on the ground. The flapping of wings is loud this time, deafeningly loud in Pelideo's ears. They lay shivering on the ground, whimpering pathetically. The volcanic orgasm starts to ebb out, and with it comes the bitter smell of dying fire. They blink, and see smoke twirling from wet grass where they must have blasted their spell. They whimper again as they feel the worm retreat into their body. Their skin stretches, and they can see it fill them once their gaze finally settles.
The worm is at rest, after escaping the clutches of the birds. Pelideo strokes the bulges that ripple their skin. With the worm so spread out through their intestines, their belly isn't as large as when it filled their womb, and with some adjustments to their shift, they can hide the outlines of it. With a spell, they clean their filthy undergarments and skin, and slowly they gather their things and their wits about them.
At first, their flight is wobbly, but once they reach their village it's an easy flight, despite the extra burden within their body. Their mind darts between awareness of their clothes and the people around them, and the names their mind is trying to sort through in search of the perfect one. They can't very well keep calling the worm simply worm, as long as the worm resides within their body. They’ll take their time; a lover must have the perfect name for their partner, something to lovingly call their mate as they are filled with mind-numbing, blank adoration.