Theurak

23.
No 🔞. Grow up or fuck off.
Selectively straight.
Don't call me any title other than Lord. . . . . . . . . . . . .
I don't RP here.

[Theurak @LogSpewing]

I am way too socially paranoid to operate 99% of the time.

[Theurak @LogSpewing]

You. Dragon. Yes you. Do that thing you do where you SHIT two dozen tons per log.

[Pythraxx @stinkysnekstuff]

The cushion was still steaming. Still wafting with thick clouds of musky potent pungency. Your boss had just left. Yet you couldn’t peel your eyes away from where he had sat. The white was slightly grey from the sheer amount of moisture, even reflecting some light due to slime smothering its glossy surface.

Just a single whiff wouldn’t hurt… Just a single…

Ssssnnrr-RRKK-

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Glossy. Gone. A single whiff of that godly stench was MORE than enough to reset you back to factory default. No matter how you shook your head, nor exhaled and tried to blow your nose, you couldn’t get it out. It was practically a part of you now. Permeating within. Marinating the hairs within your nostrils, forever staining them. You couldn’t pull your mind away.

Snnn-GRK! Snnrrrt!

Images flooded your mind, fantasies indescribable but so real. So tanginble… You could see the dark, endless depths his crack… The greasy, congealing beads of moisture and miasma where that donut kissed tail base and taint… The musky mire of ballsweat painting every inch of his fat, scaled, cocksmog coated nuts..

But right before you? On that curdled cushion? The imprint of a donut. An obvious circle where that shitter-stink imprinted itself. You needed it. You craved it. You OBEYED it.

The call of that scent curled around your mind, and without worry, without warning, your body pushed you into that print. Perspiration and pungency overrode every slice of logic left. Such cravings couldn’t be contained…

CLICK!

“Well… This is… Interesting…”

Shock wrang its ugly grasp around your nogin as you tried to stand, but he was faster. His tail wrapped around post of that rolling chair and your neck, pinning you awkwardly in place.

“Did I say you could stand? Stop thinking. The interview doesn’t matter anymore, we’ll have a place for you.”

His tone was so… Firm. It felt like every word weighed you down, pushing you further into the cushion. Like a heel grinding into the back of your head. You tried to sneak a peak at him, but he just burried you further into the seat.

“Chairs don’t speak. If you want to earn the right to be considered something other than an object, I suggest you do your job.”

Suddenly, the back of your head was bathed in such a warm, potent stench. Enough moisture pooled down that it felt like that hole was drooling above you. Hungry… Savouring yourself…

FFRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBTTTTT-

Your eyes shot open. That stench was rancid, mind numbing. Your brain functions practically ceased from a single butt belch.

But it didn’t stop there. His hips ground into you, pushing and turning you around until that fat, sloppy hole was curled around your face. It was so fat.. So plump. Every wrinkle had its own environment. A macro texture you didn’t think possible-

SSSHHHHRRRRBBBBRTTTTR-

Not that you could think anymore. Your lord above didn’t say a single word… He didn’t mention you. He didn’t think about you. Did one think about the chair they were sitting on? 

“Hnnff… Useless…”

SHHHHBBLLLRRRTTT-

His hole sucked around your face, swampy and sticky. Innevitable. You couldn’t pull away as his ass became your everything. It stole your ability to think… To struggle… To do anything but LOSE. That brain broiling fart flank sucked you in bit by bit. Smothering your existence under his pungent perfection. 

Your head…

BLLRRRRBBBRRRRTT-

Your shoulders…

SFFFFRRRRRRPPPLLHHTT-

Your chest, your belly, your waist…

SQLRCH!! 

“You make for a better plug than a person.”

Despite his slow speed, the rest of you was sucked in with a single CLENCH. His putrid pungency became permanent. It became purpose. He didn’t care for you anymore, you were just something to fill that hungry, burbling hole. But to you? Your lord was everything…

SSSSSBBBPPPPLLLLAAAAAARRTTTT-

“Fag.”

[ Art by the amazing Genji!! @GenjiiDaDerg_ ]

[ Evil ass snake featured is Theurak! @LogSpewing ]

[Theurak @LogSpewing]

@FW3NCHFWY It counts completely! Good job.

[Theurak @LogSpewing]

Ass of the reptile variety.
Now.

[Pythraxx @stinkysnekstuff]

I just like- I wanna pick em up and shake em like a rattle- I love this bug

[Pythraxx @stinkysnekstuff]

Balls

[Theurak @LogSpewing]

Just in time for my birthday (it's today) @GenjiiDaDerg_ has managed to draw an art of me depicting his experience as an intern for the company that I, a godly snakething, am using so I can exist in your world without any consequences. No matter how much I fucking reek! Snort up.

[Pythraxx @stinkysnekstuff]

Ouuugggh fat greasy tires- *Drools*

I CAN’T SLEEP- I SEE BIG BUBBLY BODACIOUS BUTTS IN MY DREAMS-

Anyways share donuts- now now now now now- you will be paid handsomely in handjobs. (Icky). Salamanders. (Cool).

[Pythraxx @stinkysnekstuff]

“Oh… Oh really? You’re ssssure you want that…? You want every inch of this pungent… Poignant pucker digging into your face? Absolutely smearing you with sweat and slime and… All sorts of snake stink… You really want that? Gosh…”

A gentle trill sounded out about the both of you. One ravenous with powerful amusement. You were right where you needed to be.

“It’s okay.. I get it you know. Sometimes you need to let someone else take the wheel. Sometimes it’s better to lay back and let yourself… Lose to lusssst…

His heavy, low hanging fruit bounced as he lowered himself down. A gentle crack slipped from each of his knees as those thick, watermelon like thighs rippled with muscle. Truly, the sun was but shadow behind his massive caked frame. Yet the most alluring thing had to be the swollen, wrinkly, fat greasy TIRE staring you down. It blinked, once, twice, before lowering even further. Kissing your skin and pressing into your belly with a satisfying, sickly squelch. It was so wet. So warm. Every drop of ooze that slipped from that snake-swamp oozed into your body. Fusing with flesh and marking you with such potent, promiscuous perfume. Up and down he went. Marking every inch of territory. Simply grinding his donut against your belly like one would a cock between his endless crack.

While you were lost in his movements, his tail snuck around, worming over the ground like a spectral spirit. Amongst the beating of both hearts, it slipped around you with a soft, silky embrace. Oozing beneath your neck so tenderly, as though a ghostly touch. It pushed, supporting your spine, curling around it, lifting you up. Yet it shook. It vibrated and pulsed with raw muscular power, pressing into every power and snappy tendon within the joints of your lower skull. It felt like an angel breathing life into you. Massaging every muscle fibre, every knot. Not a single cavity escaped his kneading, coiled grasp as you grew closer and closer…

“I know you’ve been staring.. That’s okay, that’s good! The way your eyes dart so desperately… So hungry.. Oh how it makes me RUMBLE.”

His rump stopped moving, sitting clean against your belly. A single sly smirk graced his face as those slit, serpentine eyes turned to gaze into the depths of your skull. Once more, those monstrous thighs rippled with tension as pushed up and off of you, gently shaking his rear as the musky, sloppy donut POPPED off of your skin. Puckering and sucking at nothing, spewing a clear, fragrant ooze like it was saliva. Drooling lines of swampy, sticky and unnatural lube made for a display akin to parting melted cheese.

“... Worship. You’d do that for me right? I’m not asking much… All I need is your tongue… Burrowing. Splitting the cavernous wrinkles upon this swollen.. Bulging… Baggy butt… Pleasse~ You’ll love the taste, I promise… It’s not so bad once you get hooked. Once you learn to love digging through every fetid fold like a gold digger panning a river… You’ll learn to croon for these creases… I promise!”

His long, plump tail twisted, pulling you up as the very tip licked at the base of your skull. Brushing against it so teasingly, easing into that pressure point with such a precise balance of pleasure and pain. His globe-sized cheeks were all you could see now. All you could smell, all you could THINK about. Between them? That slick, seeping trench looked like it could’ve swallowed you whole…

“Jusssst one lick… One and one alone darling… You can do that for me… I know you can~ I know you want to… I won’t judge. I won’t press. You need to accept this yourself… Accccept…”

He shifted, slamming the stinky tire right onto your sniffer. The donut clenched around your face, as though kissing it, over and over again. Marking you with that reeking rump. Slobbering and suckling your sniffer. Little by little, he began to grind… Left. Right. To and fro… Dragging your head each and every time, giving you the faintest lick of light, the faintest gasp of fresh air. Only to be plunged back in as you were waterboarded on purely pungent perspiration. Calling it a swamp was.. An understatement. You could only lick and lap as condensation formed on your face. The scent oozing into your nostrils and burning them with such a burning pleasure. What could you do? How could your brain even operate at this point? Your eyes watered, your lungs filling and fluttering as the heavy perfume lacing the air seeped deep into your body. That earthy odour was truly suffocating. Yet ssssoo addictive. It crawled every which way into your trachea before sinking into the base of your lungs. It was like water, something you needed to SURVIVE. It was so asphyxiatingly addictive... So heavy and filling.. But thin enough to filter into your blood. To circulate around your body. To broil your brain in stink.

The sheer amount of pheromones flooding your system was innumerable. Your brain couldn’t adjust, it couldn’t handle it. The sheer desire for pleasure saw most of it running through the arteries between lungs and lust.

With one last solid smirk, he finally sat all the way down, pressing into you with that thick, sucking, slobbering tire. Letting it truly smother you. Its curved edges folded down on the sides of your face. Cupping every inch of free space to create a perfect seal.

A perfect seat.

(AMAZING ART DONE BY @GenjiiDaDerg_ Follow him or I will fillet you)

[Pythraxx @stinkysnekstuff]

Meesa wrote up a lil something special if you wanna check it out on my FA :3 LOTS OF GAY SNAKE DONUT BE WARNED- I'll post the caption here as well but beep-!

https://t.co/RMcYGoqyIv

[Theurak @LogSpewing]

Uh oh.

[Theurak @LogSpewing]

@TurlessFX @Genjer966616 You're looking at it...

[Theurak @LogSpewing]

@OlSlappo02 Holy shit this is so awesome. Thank you so much, you do her so well!

[WitchTaunter @Witch_Taunter]

Snek built up all her courage to give you a valentine but has begun breaking down.

[Mosley @Mos_ley1471]

Tried that titty sucking method thing
I'm still tired asf

Feedback appreciated!
#3dart #blender #furryarwork #scp1471 #furrynsfw #wataa

[Mosley @Mos_ley1471]

Oh did I mention Mosley has a sister?
Her name is Zandraa and she's a total fatass, also a very kind and motherly gal

Zandraa: me
art: @smoltyph

#furryart #furrynsfw #scp1471 #scp #hyper #fatfur

[Club! 🔞 @clubboart]

Hope you’re getting my good side~!

[Mosley @Mos_ley1471]

Theurak has to unload, several times a day. Which means more often than not my mouth is full of throbbing, musky cock, snake seed, and especially gallons upon gallons of putrid SHIT.

No complaints

Mosley: Me

Theurak: @logspewing

Art by: @CoillteArt

[Mosley @Mos_ley1471]

At least the demigod of filth is never out of POOP to share, so I'm eating more ripe shit than a sewage
I can never get enough of his thick shits...

Theurak: @LogSpewing
Mosley: Me
Art: @possumfilth

#furryart #scat #hyperscat #furrynsfw #hyper #coprophagia

[Theurak @LogSpewing]

It's like
what the fuck was I supposed to do, man, it drained my sanity thinking about how I could ever live up to how much you loved me