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Salrith gave a muffled yelp, looking at the huge reptile. He was more than double the size Salrith was used to!
Well, in truth, it wasn’t that Diablo was huge, more that… Salrith’s space abilities had finally worn off.
[i]The hybrid had never been bridled this long before[/i]. Never been unable to renew the effect for so long that it [i]wore off[/i]. But it had, and Salrith had felt the world shrinking away from the familiar proportions the arachnogon – or more accurately, arachno[i]bold[/i] – had grown used to, returning to those the hybrid had hatched with. Much to the farmer’s surprise… and then delight.
[i]Small[/i].
It had been fortune that gave Salrith the ability to twist space a little. To travel far, to bypass locks, to open little gates between places – or, most usefully, to ‘stretch’ into the size that most big folk moved as. And Salrith had thought fortune would be make sure it was fine to get bridled up for a while, not realising until too late just [i]how long[/i] the farmer intended to keep the hybrid around as a ‘paired female’ for the big vartello, Diablo.
Diablo prowled around his now smaller companion, his eyes [i]delighted[/i]. The burly beast liked [i]tightness[/i] – Diablo didn’t need to be able to talk to communicate [i]that[/i]. Now, thanks to being silenced for a day too long, his [i]little[/i] mate had just gotten much tighter.
Salrith looked at the fat, drippy breeder hanging from between Diablo’s hindlegs. [i]It looked to be as big as Salrith was, now[/i]. Salrith’s slit clenched down emptily, the hybrid shivering under the [i]knowledge[/i] that Diablo would still very much be intending to use it, even if he could only fit the tip at first. [i]At first[/i]. And when he popped, his cum normally made Salrith’s belly swell – now, he’d practically bloat the hybrid like a [i]balloon[/i], or one of those condom things the arachnogon had heard about.
The stink of an aroused beast filled Salrith’s nostrils, and the hybrid gave a soft shiver, looking away as the sensation of wetness trickled down the hybrid’s thigh. Diablo wouldn’t care – Salrith doubted that he even fully [i]understood[/i] ‘embarrassment’… though he sure understood ‘being in charge’ and ‘I’m better than you’. Which Salrith couldn’t deny was kind of a plus. His thick scent which only grew with each [i]throb[/i] was arousing ‘his female’, and that was all that mattered to him.
The door to the barn opened, and Diablo used that as a signal to move like a shot. He slid with alarming speed right up against Salrith’s back, one big paw coming up to pull the hybrid closer, making sure that the now little creature was safe. [i]And couldn’t get away[/i].
“Well, well, ain’t you two cute,” a voice came from the entrance. Diablo gave a snort of possession, looking over at its source, then turning back to Salrith. Diablo’s tongue slithered from between his lips as he pressed his snout under Salrith’s tail. The hybrid gave a yelp, then moved one leg to try to block the vartello, earning a displeased growl and a wet [i]slurp[/i] to the offending leg. “Didn’t realise yer true size was so [i]little[/i], girl,” the voice said with an amused twang. Diablo snorted and moved his snout to gain access to the little hybrid’s slit from the front, and Salrith already knew the cocky, feral male was going to get his way… “Well, Diablo don’t seem to mind. This what happens when yer kind ain’t carrying eggs, huh? Well don’tcha worry, Diablo’s about to fix that [i]right [/i]up. [i]So now, what’s ‘n animal like you still doing there on two legs, hmm?[/i]”
Salrith whimpered through the bridle, because it wouldn’t be long before either Diablo or the vartello’s owner were [i]fully[/i] acquainting themselves with the arachno[i]bold’s[/i] [i]true[/i] size… [i]Repeatedly.[/i]
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