Baze and the Nixie 4

Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry

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#39 of Tik Tik into the Wildlands

Baze has been dragged down into the depths of the toxic lake, with one thing becoming quite clear in her mind: her old lover is out to kill her, and she doesn't have much time...

This is part of a series I did with kobold dell'arte. I'm now bringing it to you so everything is in one place. Baze belongs to kobold dell'arte. Story written by me.

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Melu shoves Baze down, the weight of her engorged, tentacle-filled form pushing the two faster to the depths than Baze could have realized. The speed of it all builds pressure into her, but her greater focus is not letting any of the putrid water fill into any of her orifices as the monster roughly fucks her under the lake. In and out the arms go, shoved up her slit and down her mouth. Splashes of muddy, brackish toxic sludge assault her tongue, but she uses her survivalist training to not scream and to not take unwarranted breaths.

Soon, the monster pushes her to the muddy bottom, and Baze feels the glimmer of gold against her naked form. Melu's head falls onto her shoulder, tilted 180 degrees and leaning back, looking into her eyes as Nixie hands push down the kobold's shoulders. "Doing it dragon style! Just like old times, lover!" Melu taunts, the alien mania in her eyes. "Melu wants to give you a gift. Melu wants to fill Baze, spread Melu's children all over! But Baze can't breathe underwater. So, Baze choose. Will you be raped to death under the sea, or will you carry Melu's babies and live in Melu's cave?"

Baze's eyes flare open as she stares down at the nixie. Could she really be that stupid? Or... was there something else in play? Quickly, she closes her eyes and nods, and Melu giggles, once again sounding like a choir of death. Her body whips up as tendril arms constrict the kobold's form, soon the whole mass jets upwards, exploding out of the sludgy water and landing on the cold stone floor, smacking Baze's whole body against it.

Stunned, she has to breathe, and she coughs through the fucking tendril. The tentacle in Baze's mouth pulls away, allowing her to cough and sputter and heave up the terrible gunk. All the while, the monstrous Nixie does not stop her endless assault within the kobold's slit.

Finally free of all the shit in her mouth, the ranger growls as the monster shoves those monstrous appendages deep into her womb, but she doesn't cry, and she doesn't let out her gasps. She instead holds herself up, taking the assault, her teeth gritting, her body moistening, leaking, flowing with physical release.

Melu finally pulls out of her and brings a sopping wet tendril up to the kobold's mouth once again. "Look at that," she teases her, brushing the sex-stained pseudopod up against the kobold's cheek. "You still love Melu, and Melu still loves you. Soon, you'll be mother to Melu's children, and will lose your form, just like Melu did."

Baze's innards growl, churning as some alien thing remains dormant within her. She cannot let this continue, or she'll be torn to shreds and be host to a monster, a half-living thing transformed into something wholly repulsive. There has to be some way to stop this and to escape, some way to finally free Melu.

As Baze thinks on this, her eye finally catches the glimmer of something, a small chest sitting at the bottom of the pile of Melu's possessions.

The ranger has no other option at this juncture. With a quick whisper of "I'm sorry," she leaps forward, grasping the chest.

Melu twists her nixie body upside down, her smile turning into a dangerous frown. "What are you doing!?" She snaps. "You come back here, broodmare!" Her voice has shifted downward, losing its once playful pitch. Her eyes glow a deep crimson as a dozen tentacles lash out at her.

They grab at the kobold, getting her legs, getting her arm, and getting her neck. Baze croaks out a choking gasp, but holds onto the chest with her free hand, the heavy box dragging along with her as she is pulled closer to the nixie's body.

"I'll consume you and you'll be a part of me. You'll never leave Melu again, and together, we will grow into something beyond your pitiful nature. Cthathagn! Fla Nos!"

Baze's fingers wrap around the hilt of the cold iron dagger and she pulls the thing out, cutting one leg free with a swift strike. Green ichor sprays out from the flailing tentacle, and the monstrous beast pulls the kobold in out of nothing but instinct.

Melu's Fairy mouth opens wide, ripping the skin on either side, showing off bone of a creature that is not of this world. Its mouth is a swirling maelstrom of razor-sharp teeth, ready to tear. Baze roars as she holds the dagger in both hands, her palm on the hilt while the other grips it. She shoves it forward, plunging the weapon deep into the fairy's chest.

Melu's eyes widen, her mouth agape, but her teeth have stopped churning. Green ichor wells up in her eyes and she looks to the kobold with some recognition in her face.

The tendrils collapse, dropping Baze onto the ground. Melu's body lurches forward, her head crashing onto the kobold's lap.

After a moment of silence, Melu takes a deep breath and rolls around. Her face is ripped to shreds, blood is everywhere, but in those eyes Baze no longer sees the monster that had raped her.

Melu's webbed hand raises up towards Baze, and the kobold clasps her hands against the nixie's, guiding it up to her cheek. Melu's mouth opens, but all that comes out are little squeaks of pain.

"Shh..." Baze whispers to her. "Rest now, Melu..." Baze speaks in the tongue of the fey. "Let your winter bring the spring of a new spirit. Let her cleanse this place. I fill find what did this to you. I will make it pay. You have my word."

Melu's ripped lips quiver into something of a smile, and she manages, through a gurgled voice, to say one last thing. "W... Worms... S... South."

Baze leans in, nuzzling her nose against the dying Nixie's cheek. "Thank you, truly. Now please, rest..."

And Melu closed her eyes

As Melu lay sleeping on her bed, Baze slips herself free from her hold. She sighs, wiping a tear from her eye. She often has one night affairs with travelers on the road, but the ranger always hated goodbyes. So, she would leave this nixie with fond memories of her and the hope that one day, they would embrace each other once more. With that thought, Baze dives into the crystal clear water, ready to return to her business once more.

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