Sammy is a snailkit, a Kitten and Snail hybrid made from 70% technological components. Sammy is made from a Playstation 1, and is a plushy! (Look at the rest of ma art if you wanna know more!)

Insatiable Urges

The silence in the air suddenly broke as the door creaked open slowly, scattering waves of light into the previously undisturbed room. Sammy crept into the room through the small gap she had left herself, before sliding the door back into the doorframe, sealing the light outside of the room.

Panting, she slowly walked across the room before flopping back-first onto her bed, compressing her plush shell on her back. Her arms lay above her head as she tried her best to catch her breath. Her mind was racing, urging her to find a mate; DEMANDING she breed, DESIRING the experience of birthing her offspring. She glared up at the empty ceiling, trying as hard as she possibly could; trying with all the energy she could spare to drive away these unwanted, seemingly insatiable urges.

“Maybe if I can just rela~AHHHHHhhh”
Her train of thought was decimated by a torrent of burning, searing pleasure exploding from her lower regions. She gasped as her head jolted forwards from her bed before clenching her lower lip securely within her teeth, raising her previously outstretched legs closer to the center of her body, keeping them in a squatting position above her burning crotch.

Her thoughts all systematically betrayed her and refocused on the heavy, throbbing sensation coming from her vagina and the sharp, primal waves of pleasure it shot up her spine seemingly to the deepest core of her mind, causing her body to react in ways she had no desire to entertain otherwise. Her right paw, seemingly with a mind of its own, worked its way slowly across her chest and down towards her crotch before arriving at her glowing clitoris. She tried as hard as she could to keep her mind under her control, but the harder she fought, the more intense her desires would become.

“p-please d-don’t” she managed to whine through the heavy fog placed upon her thoughts as her paw; ignoring all signals from her mind; slowly made its way inside her pussy, seemingly teasing her with each excruciating second before reaching the very edge of her cervix.

As if commanded by some invisible puppet master, her entire body contracted as a sudden, seemingly endless wave of cum erupted from her vulva, spilling over her tailhole, running off of her spasming tail onto the previously un-soiled bedsheets below her quivering plush body.

Her paw continued to betray the now helpless Snailkit as she screamed in pleasure; plunging as deep as it could before retreating, repeating endlessly as if on autopilot. “I-I CAN’T S-S-STOP!” she managed to force from her vocal cords in between sharp, super-heated breaths and high-pitched screams of guttural pleasure. Her face now glowed as bright as her CRT based eyes, emanating a red glow that seemed to provide an additional level of light that the room of her self-torment previously lacked.

Her last remaining faithful trains of though battled as fiercely as they could to drive back the almost unnatural urges that her pussy seemed to be feeding into her near-useless mind. Her pussy now had full control of her body, and it didn’t seem to be giving up anytime soon. It wanted this, it NEEDED this, and she was simply in the way. “t-this can’t j-j-ust be heat!~” she struggled to think to herself as the warm liquid she was producing eroded away at her sanity and soaked into her bed. She threw any energy her body would allow her into trying to stop her paw from drilling into her cervix, but her efforts led to futility, meerly slowing down the rising thrusts of her traitorous paw.

As if in retaliation to her efforts, her arm began to thrust faster, almost acting as a distraction so that her left paw releasing its vice-like grip on her bedsheets before starting to creep towards her lower regions would go unnoticed by the snailkit.

Her body had become a vessel for lust, a device for desire. Each second, more and more of her brain abandoned her to pursue the maximum levels of pleasure biologically achievable by her species; maybe even exceeding these limits. Her legs thrust into the air without rhythm or reason as they seemed to react to each gushing flood of liquid that escaped her body entirely on their own.

She felt and tasted blood dripping from her lower lip, her sharp fangs cutting it as they clenched harder than they ever naturally could. Her left paw reached her clit and, without a second of hesitation, began to rub at a near painful pace in a circular motion. She forced out a loud, unnatural, ear piercing yell as an inhumanly large tsunami flew from her slit onto the purple carpet below, pushing her remaining control to a critical point and forcing her entire body upwards into the air; her legs rushing downwards into the bed acting like sexually charged coiled springs.

Her quaking body hit the floor; only the carpet and her abdomen breaking most of the fall. Her pussy smashed into the floor, sending an unnervingly pleasant sensation through her entire nervous system, causing yet another roaring orgasm to expel juice from her vagina. The pain from her vulva only added to the raging series of orgasms that ravaged her body.

Now face down on the floor, pussy raised to the air and her right paw seemingly unaffected by the crash her body just underwent, she took a sharp, deep breath. Her lungs filling with air gave her a split second of clarity wherein she could hope to try and gain an understanding of her situation. However, she managed only a whimper before the fog descended again.

“h-help me” managed to carry itself through one of her gasps for air as she felt the final honest thoughts leave her mind. Her pupils dilated as she attempted to shift position to lie upon her back. Somehow, somewhere within the torrent of orgasms and fluids, her left paw had managed to grasp onto the vibrator she kept under her bed. Her mind somehow drew every thought into one collective; becoming empty in the process and, on a dime, her right paw finally relented.

“Need…more.” Her coarse voice moaned as she pushed the tip of the vibrator onto her fully in-charge vulva. The only thoughts going through her mind were that of sex and masturbation. Of orgasms and cum. Her clit and her mind had seemingly switched places within the hierarchy of her fragile body. Her pussy desired pleasure, and her body was now merely a slave to those aspirations. Her conscious had become sub-conscious as the heat took fully over her body. These urges and desires she so desperately wanted to avoid and suppress were now the only things her pathetic little body was capable of, and she no longer cared.

“Need…to…BREED!” She howled as she turned the vibrator to the highest setting, causing her entire body to shake. The voids within her mind which once accommodated clear and logical thought now only existed to facilitate a raging and endless drive for pleasure. Somewhere deep within this shell of a mind was the solution; the cure to this madness. She needed to breed with a male. That would solve the curse.

She knew there were no males coming to help. She knew she was all alone.

Her pussy commanded for her to roar in pleasure. She obeyed.

Her pussy demanded her body pour all of its resources into facilitating this madness she found herself in. It obeyed.

She had become a slave to the pleasure.

She had no idea how long this would last, or how many orgasms her body could put up with, but she didn’t care. Her mind had almost turned orgasming into a game. Each consecutive wave, she would try to coax her body into producing more and more cum, which seemingly worked. Every few seconds, her pussy would pump more liquid onto the carpet below; each pump throwing forth more cum than the last until eventually, her vulva became like a waterfall, with no discernible start or end to each orgasm. She no longer screamed or moaned, but simply held her face in a slight grin; her eyes half closed. Aside from the vibrations from the vibrator, her body sat motionless, her vulva weeping juice onto the carpeted floor.

Her pussy poured endlessly onto the floor around her as she sat in a state of impossible ecstasy.

Her pussy had taken control of her body and used it for desires she would never entertain, and she fucking LOVED it.