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[section=Story]Salrith panted in frustration, one upper arm holding their thigh tightly while another pressed against the back wall. It was [i]right there[/i]. Salrith could see it, glistening with that sheen of [i]want[/i]. Oh, how Salrith [i]wanted[/i] to be touched.
But nobody was around. Nobody was there to lend the blue-bellied creature a hand. Nobody was there to [i]reach[/i]. Because that was what Salrith couldn’t do. At least, not without something like magic, and that was [i]cheating[/i].
Salrith’s anatomy was fantastic for tinkering with things – having four graspers was wonderfully useful, and eight eyes meant that they had exceptional vision for fine details. Tough, scale-like chitin left Salrith’s digits hardened against damage, while a large abdomen-like tail – accounting for more than a third of Salrith’s body weight – meant that the four-armed creature could stay bent forwards and working for long stretches without trouble.
But their raptorial posture meant that Salrith’s arms weren’t[i] long[/i], and the natural curve of their spine left Salrith’s body with one crippling, infuriating drawback.
Salrith couldn’t reach between their legs.
While the tinker had an array of long-handled brushes in the bathroom to combat this problem, it meant that the four-armed creature was in a world of [i]frustration[/i] whenever their [i]needs[/i] struck. It left Salrith helpless without somebody else to help – or a toy to ease down on.
Salrith had gotten [i]really[/i] used to toys, over time. But they came with their own drawbacks – one, they didn’t move like the real deal. Two, Salrith’s legs got [i]tired[/i]. And three, if Salrith sat down too eagerly (or wearily) on a knotted one [i]it didn’t come back out again[/i] until Salrith got help[i] anyway,[/i] only then it became a [i]lot[/i] more urgent.
So today, Salrith wasn’t going to be beaten by those urges, nor by toys. Their anatomy might make it hard to reach, but with enough stretching it was definitely [i]possible[/i], right? If Maddox could get his mouth to his own groin with some stretching, then surely Salrith could stretch enough to reach with an [i]arm[/i]. Spines were [i]meant[/i] to bend!
[i]How? How did that dog flex that much?![/i]
Salrith knew canines were highly flexible in the back department, but he made it look so [i]easy![/i] Salrith had been trying most of the afternoon just to get the [i]tip[/i] of this toy to their tailhole, but it felt nearly impossible. It was right there, just below Salrith’s glistening, puffy cunt. [i]Aching to be touched.[/i]
Just out of reach. Salrith’s back was already protesting the outrageous level of stretching they were doing – the tinker could [i]feel [/i]the slow protesting of their bones. Perhaps a true insectoid with no endoskeleton would have had a better time. Or maybe an even worse one? Either way, fatigue and logic told Salrith that stopping was the smart move.
But horny definitely won out over exhaustion, and easily defeated logic. With a low, throaty growl, Salrith pushed a little harder and kept working – they wouldn’t be beaten. And company [i]was[/i] coming …
That little mote of recollection was enough to make Salrith’s cunt clench down and a flush of delighted embarrassment filter through their heart. Yes… being caught like this… "accidentally"… was definitely a turn-on.
With a snort of air, Salrith pulled on their own leg a little harder, levering it up into the air. The trembling creature clenched their teeth and pinched both chelicerae closed, tensing for a moment.
Then, spurred on by a flush of heat between their legs, Salrith kept working.
* * * * *
You can hear the quiet hisses of urgency. The soft groans as you quietly enter the room. Salrith lays there, breathing heavily with one upper grasper wrapped tight around their thigh as another presses against the floor. Their eight eyes are rigidly fixated on their tailhole, jaws open and slack as a modest toy [i]squashes[/i] inwards, spreading their blue flesh open. You can see that ring of muscle quiver as it relaxes to let the pinkish, slimy toy slip inwards, and you can hear the breathless near-whimper Salrith lets slip as it fits. Their ring tightens around the pinkish toy, only to relax again as the swell in the middle of the toy [i]schlrks[/i] deeper inside. Salrith gasps out loud, both toes curling on the one leg they have lifted into the air.
Salrith’s legs are so wide-spread by now that you can see the upraised one trembling, while their stiff clit is just barely visible between the puffed cleft of their cunt. A trail of slime coats the plush, blue underside of their slightly-translucent tail, and you can just make out hints of the toy where it squashes into them.
Someone would be able to see their own dick sinking into the tinker’s body, just a little. You can’t see any hint of their ovipositors, though – too deeply nestled away in their body while not in egglaying season. Instead, all you can see is a panting, quivering mess of a creature, hunched over at a sharp angle and slowly, urgently [i]pumping[/i] a purplepink, knotted toy in and out of their own ass.
It’s when you move that Salrith finally sees you standing there.
All eight eyes flick up to meet your own and the chitinous creature freezes in place, toy still sank in to the knot inside their slimy, slathered ass. Their four toes curl, and Salrith hisses out shakily.
“O-oh… You… got here earlier… than expected,” they shudder. You deign not to mention that you definitely aren’t early. With a heavy, panting breath, the tinker slowly takes hold of the base of the glistening toy – digits coated in lubricant. Letting out a quiet moan, Salrith begins to [i]pull[/i] the toy from their own depths, tugging the shaft out inch by inch with a [i]squelch[/i].
When the tip finally pops out, Salrith quivers in place and gives you a closed-eye smile. You can tell that their back is too tense for them to uncurl from this position immediately and, when they do, they’ll probably pay hell tomorrow in a sore spine – but for the moment they just give you a seductive smile and slowly, slowly [i]push[/i] a dollop of lubricant out from their puckered ring. You see a trickle of their own natural arousal trickle from their folds to match.
“It took me… all afternoon to reach,” they say, a little breathlessly. “And then all evening to stretch.” Their eight eyes lift to meet yours playfully, and their legs spread a little more to show off.
Salrith’s hips sway, and the blue-bellied tinker curls one claw towards you in a come-hither gesture. Chelicerae twitching and tail flicking in an arch, the needy insectoid beckons.
“…Think you could come over?”[/section]
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