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Result: Crawl Inside of Iron Grip's Vulva and Try to keep Grey Fox Friend inside, he belongs there!
Poll: No Poll for Now

For Clarity:
You are in a boxy laboratory room with a large bath off to one side being filled with seed from a tap.  Large dark glass panels are inset into some of the walls and the center of the floor.  You cannot see through them, but they may be some kind of window.  There appears to only be one exit, a closed glass door leading back into the main lab hall.

In the room is Purple Friend, Iron Grip, and the two Unknown Kobolds.  Within Iron Grip is Small Kobold that Grey Fox Friend brought with him into the room.  Grey Fox Friend is in your birth canal, held by the clenching of your muscles.  Within your womb are two blue kobolds.  Within your sac is the cummy form of Lizard Prey from a long while ago.

You are enjoying yourself and fixated only on the seed, Grey Fox Friend in your birth canal, and Iron Grip who has presented herself before you.

You currently have the desire to mate with a female to deposit your cummy Lizard Prey, to be impregnated by a male, and to be reunited with Vixen Friend.  In your lust, you have decided to press into Iron Grip’s vulva with your nose and more~

Description:
With the cum continuing to rise, and your libido being excited by the musky aroma, your attention is caught by Iron Grip presenting herself before you.  Deep inside, your sperm-like nature calls, wanting to delve into her nethers and slide inside.  Whilst you are flesh now, the desire remains strong - too strong to resist.

Her vulval slit is peculiar, warm to the touch, flexible, it stretches over your muzzle with ease and presses into a pulsing glowing blue tunnel made of a similar material mimicking the real thing rather closely.  Some loving licks, testing deeper within suggest it lacks the same pleasant taste and lubrication.  The material itself is soft and slick, a rather strange flavour coming from the walls themselves with faint hints of a thousand captured orgasms.  Yet it continues stretching - and pressing - an inviting tunnel easy enough to push through despite the size difference between you and Iron Grip.

The cum laps at your chest, rising up around your orbs, agitating, driving you on.  The pressure becomes ever stronger, the more of you pressed within the more the walls push back.  Your nose pressing into the belly orb and soon finding the limits.  Unlike the vulva, the orb is firm, resisting stretching for you, but it seems there would be no pulling back now.  Your head hooks inside, horns now ensuring you are stuck within, the pressure squeezing you from all directions.  Her own “muscles” now starting to work and pull - not that you mind now.  She will have you before long and it feels so right~

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