Collecting coconuts(Starling Olive)

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There was something terribly wrong with Nulla Terra. To everyone who wasn’t you, the island seemed like a welcoming if not entirely doomed paradise, the volcano that laid in the west of the landmass only a few days away from erupting and covering the island in its melting hot embrace, killing everyone who lived on it. You couldn't remember how you crashed into the island, just knowing that you woke up on a beach with sand covering your fur and saltwater in your mouth, your crew having gone entirely missing as you began to wander around the island. You soon found out that the island's inhabitants had been thrown into a panic by your arrival, especially as the volcano was about to erupt and as such they had kidnapped the rest of your ship’s crew, putting them to work in varying places across the island with you having to go and help them out. The first person that you had gone to find was Giovanni Goose, the ship’s chef, figuring that the goose's short temper would probably lead to him getting into even more trouble then he already was.

It was a good thing that you did arrive because the Goose found himself unable to work the ovens thanks to his lack of fingers, the agitated waterfowl tasking you with cooking up the next batch of food for the wolves. After a couple of failed attempts you managed to cook all the food whilst also not burning the place to the ground although you couldn’t help but notice it seemed like part of the roof was phasing in and out of existence above you. As you walked away with your job done and a somewhat happy waterfowl you’d get a flash of something cross your eyes, the vision vaguely looking like someone was getting their head clubbed to bits by something heavy.You shook it off, assuming it to be nothing and soon found yourself in the theater,  your intuition telling you that a door had somehow unlocked itself inside and, to your surprise, you were able to open it.

You found yourself inside of a diner, one that was coated from roof to floor in a dark red, chandeliers hanging above you as noted that the entire place seemed to be covered in an indistinct mist. As you walked around the diner you would pass table after table after table, the plates having been set although you noticed that there was no food on them nor chairs at the tables for anyone to sit at. You continued your walk, feeling like you were somewhere you shouldn’t be as you kept walking around finding a barricaded door before you decided you couldn’t take it anymore and left the room. You slammed the door behind you, feeling the humid ocean air run through your lungs before you decided to go and see what Olive was up too, knowing if there was someone who could anchor you back to reality it would be her.

Olive was a lovely woman, always having a rather bubbly mood about her even in dire situations so you had no doubt that she would probably be able to talk her way into doing a job that didn’t have as many dangerous consequences as Giovanni did. But, despite how kind she was, she was not the smartest otter in the world so if she had managed to get herself into a pickle she would probably need your help to get out of it. You roamed around for a bit before you found yourself in the garden, seeing thick groves of palm trees surrounding you with a few cabins resting on the hilly landscape.You glanced through the gaps in the trees to see a figure standing by one of the cabins, moving closer to see that it was Olive, the Otters eyes widening as she saw you coming towards her, a smile moving across her muzzle.

“Hey Bucky! Thank goodness you’re OK!” The Otter said as she would smile at you, her smile dropping slightly as she continued. “Listen… I’m in a tight situation here… we were sent to gather coconuts for wolves. To “pay off our debts” for the crash. I’m… not great at finding them but if you could help, I’d be able to leave!” She explained in her usual cherry tone as you glanced across her body. You’d see that the woman’s striped swimsuit hadn’t dried out from when the ship crashed, the soaked material making her breasts and ass even more than it had beforehand, the woman’s asscheeks being particularly highlighted by the fabric. “They’re usually in the trees or these boxes! Now,  we need to get 30 in 400 seconds so let’s get to work!” She chirped as you nodded at her,a timer no doubt starting somewhere.

You quickly went to work, going to every tree and box that you could find and smashing them open, collecting the furred Cocos as you’d do so, feeling as a mental ticker pushed upwards with each one. However, the further that ticker moved upwards the more you became bored by the task and by the time you had collected 15 you were rapidly growing annoyed, wondering how the hell they talked Olive into doing this. What didn’t help matters was the fact that she wasn’t also collecting the coconuts, the otter wandering around the garden aimlessly as you found your eyes lingering on her rear end whenever you glanced over.As you grabbed another coconut you decided that you may as well have some fun with the task you were given, placing the coconut down and walking over to the otter woman as she stared off in the opposite direction.

As you walked over you flexed your hand into the air, feeling your fingers crack slightly before you raised it above your head, grinning as you came within slapping distance of the dimwitted otter. Before she had a chance to turn around you’d bring your hand down against her ass, a loud slapping sound echoing across the air as it made impact with her soft cheeks, her rear end jiggling slightly as her back straightened in shock. She turned her head around to look over her shoulder, her eyes wide and her pupils dilated before she managed to force out a few words with you imagining that she was blushing under her fur. “Hey, watch it!” She shouted, her voice turning slightly higher in pitch due to the shock as you chuckled and decided to give her ass another firm spank.

As the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed across the air you’d feel as the timer that had started was about to come to an end, the final seconds passing as everything around you faded into darkness. Your vision came back a couple seconds later to reveal that you were no longer in the garden but instead a wooden cabin, one that had no windows nor had a door for you to escape out of, leaving you entirely trapped within. A pair of bunk beds lay at the side of the room, both of them seeming to have been undisturbed, being complemented by varying green barrels that had been stuffed in every corner. In the middle of the two bunk beds lay a projector, your eyes glancing around to see that there was a control panel resting on some of the corner barrels, your curiosity getting the better of you as you walked over to the panel.

You loomed over the panel, hovering your hand over it for a few seconds before pushing the play button, hearing a few mechanical clicks echoing across the air as the projector started to hum to life. You turned to see some black and white footage playing on the wall, a voice droning on about how they couldn’t take the person’s call as the camera seemed to focus on something you couldn’t quite make out. “He’s shown up at the door again.” The female voice said, the camera briefly pointing at the door to reveal a shadow was being cast upon it. “I don’t know what to do. Something about this, it just feels wrong-“ the woman said before the camera twisted upwards to reveal that the person she was so worried about was you or at least some sort of twisted copy of you, its teeth sharp and its eyes shrouded in inky darkness.

The woman screamed and the cameras cut out, the scream growing more and more distorted before the projector cut off entirely, leaving you shrouded within the darkness wondering what you had just seen before the speaker hummed to life again. “He’s shown up at the door again. I don’t know what to do-o-o-o-o-o-“ The voice continued until the words blurred into an indistinct noise that  sounded like a scream. As you listened you’d watch as everything around you started to break down, the edges of walls highlighting themselves as the colours around you brightening as if they were burning in front of your eyes. As you stated you’d suddenly see something move in the corner of your eye, the figure standing just out of view seeming to be a distorted version of Olive.

The first place your eyes found themselves wandering too was her face, seeing that her features were a lot more angular than the real Olive, her snout especially consisting of sharp lines that moved down the face. She appeared to lack eyes, instead having inky dark sockets that blended in well with the darkness, her mouth lined with a series of sharp teeth, her muzzle made in such a way that the front eight were visible to you as if placed into a predatory grin. Your eyes then moved down to her torso to see that she was still wearing her swimsuit although this version of her wore it even tighter to her body then the real Olive did, her breasts looking like they were just about to pop out of the clothing. You’d also see that she had a pipe sticking out of her shoulder, one that seemed to have an exit wound meaning that the metal was most likely still jammed inside of her. Finally you moved your eyes to her hands, seeing each one was tipped with a claw as you stayed frozen, fearing what would happen if you decided to move away from her.

Suddenly she jutted forward, jumping at you as her breasts escaped from her shirt, the sound of a speaker breaking pushing through your eyes as you watched as her breasts swayed from side to side. You watched as she got closer, her claws briefly brushing against your fur before you suddenly felt everything around you change with you stumbling backwards as you found yourself back in the  garden. You stayed on the floor for a moment, feeling like you were about to vomit before you glanced over to see the actual Olive standing by the cabin, staring off into the distance. You got up, wiping the dirt from your fur as you walked over to her to talk to her, wondering what the hell was going on as she turned her head to you, the look in her eyes being empty as if she was a living corpse.

“Eh, whoops, looks like both of us aren’t good at finding!” She said, her voice being distinctly off as if it was trying to force itself into fitting her tone. “That’s OK, we can go again!” She exclaimed before her voice trailed off, the woman silently staring at you before she spoke. “Shards of glass were stuck everywhere A thick trail stretched from the broken window and it led directly into the water.” She said, not stopping for breath as she spoke, the woman seeming like she was almost robotic in her tone and cadence. “Oscar Lima India Victor India Alpha.” She would blurt out before going silent. This time she stayed quiet, her entire body freezing where she stood as you felt as a timer would start ticking down, a sense of great dread moving over you as you stared at the frozen woman.

You really had no idea what to do next so you decided to at least try and connect the coconuts like you had been tasked too before, quickly running to the nearest box and smashing it open to collect the furred foodstuff inside. You collected more and more as you ran around, attempting to get to the thirty that you needed to get although as time passed you realized that goal was becoming less and less likely to be completed. You attempted to keep track of the time in your head, wondering if you were in the last few seconds or not as you desperately scrambled to collect every coconut you could. You smashed another box and reached for the foodstuff before your vision went black, a slight cold covering your body before your visions came back to reveal you were in the cabin again.

You glanced up to see that the roof was missing,  sunlight oozing out from the sky above you as you grabbed ahold of the wall and hoisted yourself up to see what was outside, your eyes widening as you saw Olive's dead body in the water. Looking to your right you saw past the trail of blood leading to the water to see that you were standing there, staring at the corpse before you walked away, the other you moving fast enough that you couldn’t catch him. You looked around, seeing as the line of blood moved into the distance as you tried to figure out what you should do next, figuring that the trail of blood would lead to somewhere. You took a couple steps forward before your vision went black again, a second of cold washing over you before you found yourself somewhere else.

You were in a building now although you couldn't tell what the building could have been used for, the metal bars and unpainted walls around you making it seem like it was almost like a prison. The sky was also black, devoid of even the slightest speck of light as you tried to figure out what to do next, wandering into the next room to see a pair of bunk beds laying against the wall, the furnishings being just as undisturbed as the ones in the cabin. As you looked around you saw a doorway, the hall behind it being entirely shrouded in darkness,  before you suddenly heard the sound of slow, laborious footsteps. You froze for a second, wondering what it could be before the familiar silhouette of the distorted Olive came into view, the woman coming out of the shadows and running towards you.

You turned and ran down the nearest hallway you could see, hearing the sounds of footsteps and static behind you as you ran, desperately trying to escape from the woman, hoping that you’d maybe be teleported away again. You’d soon see a gap in the path in front of you, speeding up and jumping over it as you glanced over to see if she could do the same, being greeted by the sight of the woman landing and immediately picking up her pace. You kept running, panting and grunting to yourself as she stayed close behind, her breathing growing more and more distorted. After a minute more of sprinting you’d see as the path behind you ended in more bars, a sense of dread running across you as you realized that there was nowhere left to run.

Before you even got a chance to react you’d feel as she rammed you against the bars, the woman seeming like she was staring into your eyes despite the fact that all that she had was empty sockets. You went to try and pull the woman away before she would grab ahold of both of your wrists, bending your arms upwards so that your hands were pointing at your neck before flinging you onto the floor. You then watched as she would move her hands to her swimsuit, the woman tearing it off her body and letting the wet clothing fall to the wayside, her breasts and dripping wet pussy now fully exposed. She stared down at your dazed form for a moment before pouncing on you again, pinning you down to the floor as her crotch would rest on your own, your cock starting to grow hard under her weight.

The distorted otter would quickly notice this, starting to grind her hips across your member, causing you  to get harder and harder until your fully erect member was wedged between her asscheeks. She kept grinding as she stared down at you, seemingly trying to see what made you tick, her hand briefly moving to your face to prod at it before she grabbed ahold of your arm and slammed it back down into the ground again. She then moved her hips upwards, your cock bouncing upwards to line up with her pussy,  the otter waiting for a moment, letting the tension simmer in the air slightly. You stared into the empty voids in her skull, the woman’s breathing growing slightly more ragged before she let her hips drop down onto your cock, enveloping it with her inner walls as she made you hilt inside of her.

The woman let out a distorted scream into the air as she felt you inside of her, the woman’s inner walls clenching your member as her fingers twitched around your arms as her hips began to move upwards. You’d feel as more and more fluids dripped down your cock, her lower lips spasming slightly before they would reach your tip which was when she would suddenly stop, starting to move her in a circle to let your tip grind against her pussy. The woman seemed to enjoy this feeling, her moans growing slightly higher than they had been beforehand, her sharp teeth grinding across themselves. She then brought herself downwards, moving as fast as she had done before, hitting against your waist with a meaty plapping sound before she started to repeat the process.

As she kept moving you’d feel as her hands began to move up your arms, her nails digging down into your skin just soft enough that they weren’t cutting through your flesh, distorted noises continuing to escape from her rictus mouth. Her hips would also continue their ruthless assault against your own as you attempted to wiggle out from under her, the woman noticing this as you’d feel her hands move up to your neck. The woman clutched your neck for a couple seconds before she loosened then, allowing them to breathe whilst still keeping it firmly within her grasp. She stayed silent for a few moments as if she was trying to compose herself, her hips slowing down before she let out another groan and started to move faster, her hands grip around your neck tightening somewhat.

The Otter no longer stopped to tease your tip,instead moving at a near constant pace up and down your member, the woman’s tempo also being extremely quick as she would batter your hips, her fluids sticking to your fur. Her inner walls would also intensify their assault on your cock, clenching around the most sensitive parts of your member, causing you to groan and gasp out into the air through your strangled throat. As she moved you could swear she was saying something to herself, the words being so distorted that you couldn't make out what she was saying as you decided that laying down and just taking it was the best option. You’d let yourself go limp as she rode you, the lewd sounds of flesh against flesh echoing around the mysterious area you were trapped in.

The woman seemed to notice this, being somewhat confused at first before she would move her hands down your neck and behind your back, her fingers pushing down into it as she began to lay down on your body. Her breasts pushed against your chest as her face moved right next to your own, warm breath moving out of her fanged maw and across your own before you suddenly watched as her mouth snapped open. From there a tongue leapt from her mouth, curling around in the air for a moment before slamming itself inside of your mouth, your eyes widening as her tongue curled around your own. As you’d feel the wet organ travel around your teeth and gums, slathering them in spit, you’d also feel as her hips began to go faster again, her moans humming with static as she sped up.

The flurry of thrusts made you moan into her mouth, the noise being caught inside of her throat as her hips blurred into the air, the woman showing no remorse and no mercy as she battered against your waist. Her inner walls would also lose all sense of self control, clenching at your member at random which meant you could never predict where she would push down on your cock next, making you writhe underneath her body. As the woman kept kissing you you’d stare up into the dark holes where her eyes should be and, despite the fact there was nothing in them at all, you could swear that you could see lust bubbling within them. You’d feel as the kiss began to become choking, more and more warm air pushing into your throat as she continued to assault your hips.

You then felt as your cock began to pulse inside of her pussy, pushing against her inner walls of which responded by rapidly clenching around your member as if to try and milk your cum clean out of your cock. Meanwhile a pressure began to build up at the tip of your cock, one that was subtle at first before growing more intense until it was able to consume your tip entirely, the pressure soon creeping down your dick afterwards. It wasn’t long before the pressure was spread across your entire member, the feeling of your veins flaring up inside of her making it incredibly hard for you to not cum inside of her. Eventually you couldn’t take to anymore, groaning into the air as came inside of her, the woman pulling away from the kiss and slamming down on your waist.

The first volley of ropes sprayed out of your cock and inside of her pussy, coating her inner walls with your thick spunk as the second set soon joined it, slathering them in another layer of your hot seed. The volleys would only get more and more intense as time went on, somehow taking more of your breath away then the kiss did as she would groan into the air, her gasps and moans becoming particularly distorted. Suddenly you’d feel as your orgasm would reach its peak, a massive amount of cum escaping your member and pushing into her deepest reaches as her claws pushed down onto your back.  After that your orgasm would come to an end, the ropes growing smaller and smaller before they would become nothing, the woman seemingly panting as she sat on your lap.

Eventually she stopped panting and she stared at you,with you wondering if she was going to kill you now like she seemed to have wanted too before, the woman suddenly pulling off your cock as you’d think. You closed your eyes, preparing for the killing blow to hit as seconds pasts only for no blow to appear, your eyes opening to see that she was still staring at you before she would suddenly walk away. You laid there for a moment, shocked by glad she let you live before you realised that she had let you live for a reason although what that reason could be was unknown to you since it seems she was just a violent, feral otter. Could she have recognised you? Could she not kill you because she needed you? Did she just decide not to on a whim? These questions moved across your mind as you got up, figuring that you should find a way out of this void before you went searching for answers, walking back into the darkness again.