Mountain And Sea

Contains:

• Parody: Arknights

• Furries

• Gay Sex

• Corruption / Mind Control / Hypnosis

• Parasites

• Cock & Ball Growth

• Hyper

• Sounding(?)

• Oviposition

• Filthy / Slobby / Stinky / Musky / Messy / Smelly / Nasty / Sweaty

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Mountain from Arknights get infected by a Seaborn parasite

By GazingStar

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Anthony’s large fist crashed down on another scuttling Sea Terror, smashing it with enough force to cause a huge splash and even shatter the ground underneath. That was the last one for now. He had done nothing but stand in waist-deep water and crush these strange, tentacled creatures for the last six hours. When the Inquisition and the Penal Battalion reached out for a joint operation to root out the Church of the Deep cultists in Iberian land, Rhodes Island lent their support under the orders of Doctor Kal’tsit. Mountain and his squad were assigned to one of the more dangerous locations of the mission, the coastal town of Semillero, where the Church’s influence runs deep. According to information from the Abyssal Hunters, the Seaborn will adapt to whatever you throw at them, so the safest option to combat them is with simple weapons and brute strength, which made this mission perfect for the massive Feline. When they were cornered, the bishop of the Church and his followers threw themselves into the sea, calling upon the Seaborn horde to destroy Iberia. From the shore, thousands of Sea Terrors answered their call and writhed towards the town.

At first, the squishy, slimy texture of Sea Terror's flesh felt strange against his fist, but that feeling soon went away. His squad, in collaboration with the Penal Battalion, had done quite a good job at holding back the creatures from overrunning the town. The Seaborn stopped their advance a few hours ago and returned to the sea, leaving the defenders to clean up any remaining stragglers.

Several new varieties of Sea Terrors have been spotted on the mission, each bringing with them a new bizarre trick to catch the operators off-guard. One kind Mountain encountered today exploded into a cloud of corrosive smoke when they were defeated, slowly eating away at brass knuckles until they were unusable. It was at this point that he finally noticed that it also ate away at his clothes, with him currently being practically naked, his muscular body and hefty "assets" bare for all to see. This was not the first, nor the second, nor the third time this had happened to the Feline during a mission, but it is still quite embarrassing. Thankfully, he always brings a few extra sets of clothes to missions these days, thanks to previous experiences. As he turned to leave, a small Sea Terror, as large and inconspicuous as a small fly, emerged from the corpse of his latest kill and floated towards him. It landed on his slightly exposed ballsack, through the large tear made by the corrosive smoke, before piercing his skin with its sharp proboscis. Feeling a slight stinging sensation on his balls, Mountain’s paws unconsciously reached down for a good scratch, before he realized that he was still in public and sheepishly pulled them away. Left undisturbed, the creature injected its cells into his testes, leaving its empty shell to fall away as its unwitting host walked back to his camp.

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Mountain was having a hard time concentrating on the book he was reading, even though he was looking forward to finishing it just this morning. There was a strange feeling in his body that he couldn’t put his hand on, and it was distracting enough that reading was no longer enjoyable. "What is wrong with me today?" He sighed, finally deciding to put the book down for now. Unbeknownst to him, the Sea Terror parasite inside of him had been busy hijacking his shaft and testes, its tendrils spreading further and further inside his body.

"Maybe a shower and some wine will help?"

As he took his shirt off, he felt a strange sensation as the fabric rubbed against his nipples. Maybe he’s just pent up? After all, he hasn't enjoyed the company of a lady friend ever since he came to Rhodes Island. Tossing his pants and underwear away, he stepped into the shower. As the hot water poured down from the ceiling, Mountain found himself moaning as sprays of water hit his nipples. His shaft felt wonderful as the warm water streamed down to it, growing to full mast in seconds. His big, meaty hands immediately went to work, one pinching and twisting his left nipple while the other ran up and down his prodigious dick. His mind is too distracted to notice, but his dick had grown in size, now it could no longer be fully encircled even by his large hand. The Sea Terror, receiving stimulation from the outside, began producing eggs using the material in his productive testes while constantly sending pleasure signals to his brain. The giant Feline huffs and gasps loudly as he starts to practically fuck his own hand. Despite his gentlemanly behavior, Mountain’s ferocity and brutality in a fight also manifested in his bedroom activities. Despite trying his best to remain calm, he always turns into a snarling beast bent on ruining any hole he comes across by the end of the session. That was the biggest reason why he hadn’t fucked ever since coming to Rhodes Island, despite his popularity with both ladies and gentlemen on the landship.

After hours of constant masturbation, his moans of pleasure became frustrated groans as he found himself unable to cum, his balls feeling like they would burst from the pressure. Disgruntled, he had no choice but to give up and go back to showering, his body freezing in place for a few seconds whenever his hands brushed against his nipples or dick. After drying himself off, he found himself unable to put on any clothes, his hard shaft was too large to fit anything over, and the feeling of fabric over his sensitive nipples made it hard to even walk. Even staying naked isn’t even the perfect solution, as the caress of the occasional breeze still left him gasping and moaning.

A Sea Terror shows up: As he lay there, unsuccessfully trying to think of a solution to his predicament, something wet and slimy slithered into his room. With the sounds it makes as it moves and the fishy odor it emits, he spotted it almost immediately. A small Sea Terror, and of the weakest kind he had encountered so far, too. It must’ve been a straggler that evaded the extermination effort. Effortlessly, he grabbed it with his massive hand, and it offered no resistance. Just as he was about to crush it, however, the creature sprayed a few drops of some cloudy liquid on his face. Wiping it off with his other hand, he unconsciously took a whiff of it…

Mountain collapsed on to his knees, not because the liquid contained some nerve gas that paralyzed his muscles or anything, but because his brain was hit by an incredible wave of euphoria, his throbbing dick spurting precum onto the floor. "Hohhh…" A slutty moan leaks out of his throat as a few droplets land in his mouth, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. The Feline’s hand had loosened enough that the creature fell from his grip before quickly slithering behind him. The Sea Terror parasite inside of him had been releasing pheromones to attract mates ever since he got out of the shower, and coincidentally, the only surviving Sea Terror in the city was near enough to pick up its scent. When it picked up the pheromones of its partner that Mountain accidentally inhaled, it sent a flood of pleasure signals into his brain to incapacitate him while preparing his body for "mating".

The tentacled Sea Terror latched on to his back, its cold, slimy body snapping the Feline out of his pleasure-induced trance.

"G-get off of me!"

Before he could grab it again, the creature managed to insert one of its appendages into his defenseless ass. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before—the cold, slimy tentacles thrashing against his warm inner walls, prodding here and there. Just as he was about to wrench it off his body, the Sea Terror found what is was looking for, and repeatedly slammed its tentacle against Mountain’s prostate. Pleasure shoots through his body as dollop after dollop of pre leaks out of his shaft. The massive Feline collapses onto his stomach, humping the floor as his ass is ravaged by the creature. A stream of slutty moans and mews that no one who knew him thought he could make escapes his mouth as two tentacles sucked on his nipples, beads of milk leaking from them. A single, extremely thin tentacle slithered its way into his urethra before releasing something inside, though this goes unnoticed by Mountain, whose current thought consists of only his desire to cum. After a few minutes, the Feline found himself standing up, something compelling him to go outside, towards the sea. Leaving a trail of pre behind him, the Feline awkwardly walked to the nearest beach, occasionally stumbling as his knees go weak under the Sea Terror’s pounding. It was a miracle that no one spotted him with how much noise he makes with each step, from his moaning to the squelching sound of the slimy tentacles going in and out of his ass. Before he knew it, the waves were already lapping at his feet, but he kept going, until he was waist-deep in the water. A single thought popped into his head as he stood in the water, his mind still foggy from pleasure.

"I need to… send off my… offspring?"

He felt the urge to thrust his shaft forward, as if he needed to breed with the ocean itself. Mountain placed his hands behind his head, letting the ocean’s breeze caress his sensitive body as he started pistoning his hips back and forth. With one powerful thrust, he felt his balls contract as he finally came for the first time in months. As semen poured out of his urethra, it carried with it hundreds of tiny, insect-like Sea Terror larvae, their tiny hairs and spikes brushing against the inside of his dick on their way out. The indescribable sensation was too much for the giant Feline, his eyes crossing and his tongue lolling out of his mouth, tears and snot began flowing down his face. Despite this, he continued thrusting, a murky white cloud spewing forth from his cock into the water at the end of each thrust. Even by the time his balls were finally emptied and his consciousness was lost somewhere along the way, his hips still continued rocking back and forth, the parasite in him determined to get the last of its brood back to the sea.

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Mountain awoke back in his temporary room in Semillero, his memory of last night vague and hazy. His naked body is damp and sticky, but he felt pretty good! Maybe he went skinny dipping? Either way, he had a good time! His first experience with the sea was a good one, despite the cultists and the Sea Terrors.

"Maybe… I’ll come here again for my next vacation…" Yeah! That would be great! His dick throbbed as the Sea Terror parasite sent a wave of pleasure up to his brain, rewarding him for the thought.

B) The Bishop of the Church of the Deep shows up: As he lay there, unsuccessfully trying to think of a solution to his predicament, the sound of knocking came from the door to his temporary residence. Maybe because of his current state of mind, he unwittingly opened the door despite not having any clothes on. What greeted him was… the Doctor?

"D-Doctor? Do you need something?"

The Doctor, a person of few words like usual, silently pushed their way inside his room. On their way, their clothes brushed against Mountain’s still hard shaft, making him gasp in pleasure. The Feline realized that he was still naked and tried to cover his crotch with his large hands, suppressing a moan as they pressed down on his hard cock. By the time his attention finally returned to the Doctor, they were sitting on his bed, their hands patting the spot next to them as if to invite him.

"Doctor, this is quite an awkward time for me, please leave if you don’t have anything important to discuss."

Despite saying this, he still made his way to the bed and sat down next to them. Unexpectedly, the Doctor began groping his bicep and shoulder, their gloved hands felt wonderful on his sensitive skin.

"D-Doctor! What are you-!"

A strategic pinch of his nipples silenced the Feline, his dick spurting some pre down on the ground. Despite his towering size, Mountain was unable to fend the Doctor’s hands off, too busy basking in the pleasure they brought him.

"I-I never knew you were interested in me, Doctor."

Any hesitation he had seemed to leave him with another pinch, this time bringing with it some milk. His hands lifted from his crotch before grabbing the Doctor’s head and pressing it against his throbbing shaft.

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Mountain stood motionless as a colorful mist washed over his face, his eyes staring into the distance as his mouth hangs open, drool dripping down his chin. Occasionally, his dick would jump, staining the floor with another strand of pre and slapping against his hard abs. His room had been completely covered in a layer of bluish, bioluminescent algae, transforming it into an alien environment.

"Your host must be having a wonderful dream, my kin."

Standing in front of him, though a head or two shorter than him, was the bishop of the Church of the Deep who had previously thrown himself into the sea. The blue-haired Aegir in priestly robes who called himself Noé now had one of his eyes replaced with a glimmering, jewel-like organ, a common feature of some Seaborn tribes. In his hand is a clamshell that spewed forth the mind-subduing mist directly onto the towering Feline’s face. Since the moment he opened the door, Mountain had been trapped in an illusion made by the bishop’s Originium Arts.

"As I suspected, your host is particularly vulnerable to psychic Arts due to your influence. What a fascinating assimilation process you have! This may be the key to bringing the ocean’s embrace to all who walk upon land that I have searched for! Thank you for calling out to me, it is an honor to be involved in such a glorious step in our kin’s evolution."

In his excitement, the Aegir accidentally stopped casting, the mist flowing from his shell petering out. Just as Mountain was about to go balls deep into the Doctor’s warm, inviting hole, the illusion faltered, and he found himself standing in front of the man he tried to apprehend earlier that day. Fighting through his confusion, his fist crashed against the bishop’s hand, sending the shell-like Arts Unit flying across the room.

"W-what the hell were you doing to me?"

"Calm down, my brother! I was only showing you a good dream, you have nothing to be afraid of."

"Brother? What the hell are you talking about?"

"One of our kin has assimilated with your body, so you shall soon join our ranks. You should rejoice, not many are as blessed as you are, being chosen for such a special purpose."

The Feline knew that something was wrong with his body, but he didn’t think it would be this serious. Effortlessly picking up the bishop by the neck, Mountain brought the Aegir closer to his face, furious growls bubbling up from his throat.

"Tell me how to get rid of this thing, or I’ll break your neck."

"I do not wish to hurt you, but you leave me no choice."

Tentacles burst forth from the bishop’s robes, with a force strong enough to throw Mountain off his feet. Before he could get up, they were already upon him, binding his hands and feet and keeping him immobilized.

"Why do you resist? You could become so much more if you just accepted them."

"I’m not going to sit by and let myself get transformed into some kind of mon-!"

Before he could finish, a wave of euphoria rocked his brain as his dick throbbed, the parasite inside him responding to the presence of another of its kind. Capitalizing on this, the bishop’s tentacles began rubbing on his sensitive body, paying extra attention to his nipples.

"Let me tell you this, I have received an oracle from our most beloved kin. Anthony Simon, If you do not accept your role, a tragedy will befall you in the near future, and it will lead you down the path of sin and bloodshed."

As the Feline opened his mouth to question the Aegir, a tentacle lodged itself inside his ass, punching his prostate with some force. His thoughts came to a halt as pleasure assaulted him, his words vanishing before they could exit his mouth.

"Why do you cling on to humanity, so full of hate and sin? I know you and your family have suffered great injustices because of another’s jealousy. And I know you’ve seen how your people, the Infected, have suffered under the hatred and prejudice of the many. Our kin of the sea are different! If one asks another to feed them, they will gladly tear off their own limbs to fulfill that request. If you asked a kin to kill me, they would gladly do it without question. If I asked the kin inside you to leave your body, they would do it immediately, even if they will die seconds later. They have infinite love for one another, and they would gladly welcome any who would have them! They are perfect creatures, unstained by the hate and malice that flow so freely through humans! I know what your future will be if you reject us, and I cannot let that fate befall you… because I love you infinitely, as your kin!"

Tears started streaming down the bishop’s face halfway through his speech, though Mountain barely noticed, the sensation of the tentacles rubbing on his body was too wonderful and distracting.

"So… will you join us? Will you come into the embrace of the ocean?"

"No!"

"Wrong answer."

The Feline’s mind went blank as the tentacle in his ass slammed against his prostate again, a copious amount of precum spurting out of his dick.

"Again, will you join us?"

"…N-!"

Before the sound even left his mouth, his prostate was once again crushed. This time the tentacles even gave his nipples a twist, his milk spraying out of them.

"Again, will you join us?"

This repeated many times.

…

Mountain had the bishop’s throat in his grasp, he could easily snap his neck or crush his skull with little effort, but he didn’t. The Feline’s body was once again motionless, save for the occasional shiver as he added dollops of pre to the puddle that had formed beneath his feet. His shaft seemed to grow as it throbbed, now as wide and almost as long as one of his legs, his balls had grown to the size of melons, now hanging mere inches from the floor. The bishop’s hands were clutching the sides of his face, their lips locked with one another as a constant stream of the colorful mist flowed into his mouth. Mountain made two mistakes that landed him in his current predicament, the first was thinking that Noé couldn’t cast Arts without his Arts Unit, and the second was bringing the Aegir’s face so close to his own. Suddenly, the bishop broke off their kiss as the grip on his neck loosened, dropping him to the floor. After a moment, the muscular Feline collapsed onto his knees, confusion clearly evident on his face.

"Thank you for agreeing to join us, my kin."

"D-did I?"

"I’m sure you’ll be a great broodmother."

"Wha?"

He must’ve accidentally let the word "Yes" slip out of his mouth after what felt like days of getting his prostate crushed by the tentacles. Before he could remember the details, however, his confused expression shifted into one of bliss as he felt something move up the urethra of his enlarged dick, stretching it out. A bulge could be seen as it traveled up his shaft, followed by another, and another, and another… Seeing that his "kin" was about to give birth, the bishop pressed Mountain’s dick to the floor. The Feline was left speechless as the opening of his urethra parted, a bioluminescent blue orb slowly pushing its way out. The feeling of pressure kept building and building, until… Mountain let out a silent scream as the "egg" finally shot out of his shaft along with a stream of cum, landing safely onto the awaiting bed of algae. Impossible sensations of pleasure and bliss rocked his brain as a seemingly endless amount of eggs and cum flooded out of his dick, his eyes rolling back and his mouth hanging open. He should’ve fainted already, but the parasite kept him conscious, wanting to reward him for accepting it. When the final egg pushed its way out of his cum slit, the Feline’s mind had been utterly broken, his face dripping with tears, snot, and drool.

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"Thank you for giving birth to our kin, brother. With more of them, this town will fall into the ocean’s embrace…"

"No-a, need more offspring? Breed, give birth? No-a, give us more pleasure?"

As if to reward Mountain for being obedient, a tentacle rose from the floor and thrust itself into his defenseless ass, its outline becoming visible on his toned stomach. A loud, slutty moan escaped his lips as his prostate was crushed, his cock shooting out jets of cum, along with another dozen or so eggs. The Feline’s body had undergone significant changes since the first time he "gave birth”. His dick is now even larger, almost the size of his torso, allowing him to shoot out several Seaborn eggs at once with ease. His pecs also grew, now full of milk that constantly dripped from his nipples, ready to feed his offspring. Bluish veins originating from his crotch had spread all over his body, giving the parasite complete control over him. The room around them had become a cradle for the Seaborn, its algae-lined walls adorned with hundreds of eggs, ready to hatch at any moment…