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It takes a while to adapt to a new server but once Grian knows his flight path he has it locked down pretty tight.

To say he knew the area around Magic Mountain pretty well would be an understatement, he could pretty much do zip through all the builds in the area blindfolded. Even though people were still working and building things up he can still move through the area with ease and adapt to sudden new additions quickly. What he isn’t used to is something reaching out and grabbing him.

That’s what had happened with what he believed to be the purely cosmetic tentacle in the river by his and Gem’s base. He flew a little bit closer to the river just to admire the “build” and ended up pulled underwater in a flash.

It knocked the air out of his lungs and crumpled his elytra in its grip, dragging him deep under the waves where his wings disintegrated into hopeless flakey pieces. Grian’s lungs burned as he lost sight of the light of the surface and eventually was plunged into the darkness of one of the caves left over by the terraforming Gem had done.

He took a gasping shaky breath as he tried to regain some sense of direction, only to find himself wrapped up in the tentacle's grip.

“Oh you- I don’t know what I did Gem but this is not funny-“ He calls out to a person who isn’t there, trying to make sense of the situation in any way possible. This must be it right? That he made someone mad and this is their payback? Or maybe they were pranking him, and someone was just about to step into the cave to point and laugh at him?

Multiple limbs caress him, trying to make sense of his form or maybe the creature was getting a taste for human flesh, either way the thought panicked Grian, he wriggled and tossed and fought. He kicked, squeezing his eyes shut in anticipation of a particularly painful respawn but instead no death came.

A slimy appendage went from exploring his body to honing in on his ear, circling the shell of his ear, making Grian reflexively cringe and toss his head away from it, only drawing its interest more. It attacks, stuffing itself inside and wriggling itself back and forth in order to insert itself further. Its violating in a delicious way, fucking in and out, each thrust pulling his limp body back and forth, deeper and deeper until it hits its target and-

Grian’s whole body shudders as his thoughts drain away, as the tentacle gets a little too close to something crucial enough and something flips inside of him. His eyes roll back and he gasps, arching his back as he embraces its corruption. All thoughts about what he was doing prior to this vanish and are promptly replaced with how he was going to get this tentacle inside further.

Its something alien to him, to his brain and body, that he’d want something foreign to be apart of him but thankfully the tentacle makes quick work in hijacking all his previous thoughts and feelings towards it.

Much to Grian’s dismay it pulls out, leaving a trail of its corruptive slime to dribble out from his ear. He musters up a whine, because that’s about all he has power to do at this moment, as another limb wriggles its way under his thick woolen sweater. It’s a well loved piece of his wardrobe, and sopping wet from his trip down to the cave, the tentacle makes quick work of it, tearing it cleanly and letting it unravel the rest of the way around his limp body.

Next it slips under his waistband, making even quicker work of pants and underwear, freeing his now painfully hard cock. The creature seems curious about it, touching the tip of one of its appendages up against his dick. It briefly tries to insert itself into his tip before realizing it’s much too big, instead it wraps itself around his shaft, pulling back his foreskin and fondling his balls.

Precum starts to dribble out of him like a faucet, a reaction Grian has never gotten out of his own body before. He shudders, letting out a throaty moan as it moves lower and rubs against his taint.

Whatever it injected into his brain was definitely having an effect on his body because every fiber inside of him yearns to be used. His dribbling cock stands at attention, his hips thrusting upwards chasings the monster’s touch. He desperately needs it inside him, filling him and retooling his insides so his hole will be permanently molded to its touch. Its so close to his hole, rubbing in between his cheeks and causing Grian to arch into it’s touch.

A tendril prods into him, wedging its way between his cheeks and meeting little resistance as it pushes its way into his hole. Grian recoils, throwing his head back as he groans and arches his back into its thrust. It’s a strange sensation, how it wriggles and pushes into him, it’s definitely not like anything he’s taken before and that’s all the appeal. It's strange and comforting at the same time, like he’s found a void inside of him and he’s finally having it filled. He can feel the smooth bumps of suckers filling him up completely, slipping inside in a tantalizing way.

It thrusts in and out, brushing up against his prostate with nearly every movement and it drives Grian absolutely insane as he tries to bounce on it. Every intelligent thought he used to have is now long gone, now his head filled with new urges his body begins to subtly change to better accommodate this creature- his captor- or rather his stud.

These movements aren’t to pleasure Grian however, even as his organs shift and his brain drains right out of his pretty head, the end goal here isn’t for his gain. The monster has grander intentions for him, intentions that involve his staying down in the cave carrying brood after brood, and the only sign of that being the sudden bump slowly inching its way down the tentacle to the inside of Grian. It comes slowly, barely noticeable at first but as it makes its ways down it gets harder to miss.

He first notices it as it pushes against his entrance, his eyes focusing and his poor rotted brain finally puts together the pieces. The first slips inside him fairly easily, and soon enough it’s coaxing more inside him with a gentleness reserved for only the person carrying its seeds. It drives Grian wild, to watch his stomach slowly distend and stretch, to feel his body morph to its will, he feels intoxicated to be riding a high he was previously terrified by.

This isn’t him- This isn’t his purpose- he should be on the surface with his clothes and brain intact, but as soon as the moment of clarity arrives it vanishes with the promise of pleasure and fulfillment. The promise that he’ll serve a greater purpose, and possibly introduce his friends into this lifestyle.

He weakly bucked into the tentacle, asking for more from it as it supplied him. It cradles him kindly, wrapping him up further to prevent so much squirming as the steady flow of eggs peters out to a drip. Grian is so full, fuller than he had ever thought possible and he revels in the changes made to him to do so.

His hands slip under his gut, his fingers dragging over the sensitive eggs inside of him. There had to be at least two dozen, all about the size of chicken eggs which were sure to grow even bigger. Grian’s brain is much too loopy to put that all together however, he focuses on the feeling of bliss instead, associating the good feelings with being with it, being bred by it, being filled full and carrying a brood to term.

He lays slumped over in the cave now, as the tentacle slowly retracts it leaves something other than eggs inside him, some mucus-y slime thing to seal them inside him. It sits heavy, as a reminder of his fate now. Grian weakly pulls himself up on wobbly knees, his dick still leaking in between his legs as he searches for reprieve.

The liquid it squirted inside his brain drips out of his ear slowly, his dignity long gone as he reaches out for the creature. “You’re not- You can’t- you’re not done-“ Grian tries to crawl over towards the tentacle but it slinks back towards the water and leaves him in the cave stranded. A low whine escapes his throat as a wave of heat and pleasure washes over him, he can feel the eggs as they smush up against each other inside him, as they shift and press up into him in places he didn’t know he had. He takes a hand and rubs it at his backside, only to feel the hardened plug inside of him and no outlet for his pent up arousal.

For a brief moment Grian contemplates jumping into the water after it but whatever survival instinct he has left in his dumb little brain stops him. Chasing his own pleasure was now outranked by carrying the eggs inside of him to term, not knowing what may happen to him when the creature is done with him. He couldn’t care for that, not anymore, so in his corrupted stupor he crawled back to the pile of shredded clothing and curled up under them.

———

“Grian? Are you there?”

He opens his eyes slowly, only slightly recalling the name before it’s wiped from his memory again by a jolt of pleasure. His limbs feel heavy as he spots the silhouette of a figure at the entrance of the cave.

“Oh goodness, G, we’ve been worried sick-“ Boots hit rock as the figure approaches, the darkness of the cave growing darker as something else in the water approaches.

The limbs split the curtain of water, grabbing the figure as they go limp in its hold. Another noise rises for their throat as a mop of red hair is dragged closer to Grian as the tentacles drag its newest victim further into the cave.

Grian snakes a hand under his pregnant bump and wraps his hand around his shaft, settling in to enjoy the show.

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When Gem wanted to add more life to her base she never intended to do so via Grian.

She isn’t quite sure how she got here, how a build of hers could come to life and nonetheless how it could create more life but none of that was her concern as she was caught off guard by it taking her out by the knees. It's a dirty move, knocking the air out of her lungs as she lands chest down on the cave floor, and under any other circumstance she would be almost proud that something she created was capable of beating her but now wasn’t the time.

She caught a glimpse of Grian, before she fell, and that’s about all she processed before her hair obscured her view. He was curled up, stomach bloated with the monster's eggs, and if she had to guess it probably wanted something similar with her with the way it rubbed up against her backside with one of its limbs.

Gem keeps her mouth closed, considering her options on how to attack it, keeping her arms pinned underneath her so hopefully it wouldn’t notice how it only had her by the legs. She could try to grab her sword from her inventory- or maybe a pickaxe or axe would be a better weapon for something that was previously made of regular blocks?

The creature was already fiddling with the straps on her boots and considering that she would have to get Grian out as well made her less confident in how she would take it down single handedly. She opted instead to wriggle her communicator off her belt loop, sliding it out from under her as she tried to ignore the tendril being a little too friendly with her.

It was a degrading position, her ass up in the air as it decided to try to get a rise out of her. Gem did her best to maintain composure, even as it finally figured out how to unbuckle her boots. Working both boots off and tossing them aside, it decides to find a much more inviting part of her body to play with. She tried her best to ignore it, type her message as quickly as possible in global chat and stifle any groans as it rubbed against her crotch through her pants.

Multiple tentacles prodded curiously, prying open buttons on her blouse and pressing into nooks and crannies they definitely should not be pressing into. Gem tries her best to ignore it, she knows the thing is just wants a rise out of her, and she’s almost successful until a tendril pokes straight into her ear canal.

“Hey- Cut it o- ough-“ Gem hisses as it wriggles its way inside, finding its place right where it doesn’t belong. Her pupils dilate as her body adjusts to something that most certainly shouldn’t be there, something the average player has never felt before. It wriggles in further, thrusting almost as it seeks to hijack its next victim. It makes Gem writhe as she fights between losing herself and giving in.

Gem’s communicator gets scooped up from underneath her by one of the countless other tentacles attacking her, holding it in front of her face tauntingly. She feels the rush of something warm inside her, and as her last coherent thoughts leave her head she watches as it crushes the communicator into pieces and ruins any chance she has of avoiding Grian’s fate.

She lowers her hips into the tentacle's thrust, allowing a guttural moan to escape her with delight. It feels like release, like she’s finally giving into something primal. Her clothes suddenly feel suffocating, damp with water and clinging to her form, she needs them off. Gem can’t quite recall much more than that, that’s she has a newfound need between her legs and the vague promise of being filled up in the back of her mind.

Her brain dripped out of her ear steadily as she tried to ride the tentacle through her quickly dampening pants. There’s no logic there, she doesn’t think of the barrier between them and only chases the feeling. Gem tries to flip herself over to get at an angle better suited for her to take advantage of it but it pulls her arms against her sides and wraps around her mid-section to hold her down.

A tentacle wriggles underneath her left pant leg, lifting upwards and tearing the pants right down the seam, allowing Gem to finally breathe easy as she's freed from her pants. The creature makes easy work of the rest of her pants before yanking her loose underwear to the side and finally rubbing against her slick lips. It sends a full body shudder through her as she keens, her clit already throbbing as she awaits her fate, openly welcoming it without any fight.

The tentacle rubs up against her folds and she slowly rocks into its touch. It’s mind numbingly repetitive and it makes her body buzz with excitement, she could probably stay that way forever, getting closer and closer to release until it eventually had mercy on her.

That mercy was sooner than she had anticipated, as it latched onto her clit, sucking at it and stimulating her. It sends a weirdly tingly feeling throughout her body, something that made her shudder in a way she would’ve been weary of if she were of the right mind but in this state she chases the corruption.

Its tentacle pulls off of her, leaving a hot throbbing in its wake. Something starts to shift inside Gem, and she gasps as she feels it. Slick dribbles down her thighs as the throbbing continues, she can’t quite see what’s happening in between her legs but it’s something that makes her head swim.

Slowly the monster retracts its limbs away from her, allowing her to finally roll over onto her side. She feels drunk off it, her head filled with cotton and clouds and she can barely get her thoughts straight.

Gem takes a moment to think things over again, exactly why she was there and how she got into this but just as soon as one thought begins to form it fades away into warm pleasure, in newfound instincts and needs. Her eyes try to adjust to the dim light of the cave, looking down at herself, she finds the source of what feels so good.

Her clit, now elongated into a tentacle identical to the creature who had done this to her. It should be alarming, a change this drastic done to her without any knowledge but something sick and parasitic deep inside her brain adores it. It’s so wrong, she doesn’t look like this, or she thinks she doesn’t, as much as she tries she can’t quite piece together a picture of how things used to be.

The tentacles of the things that did this to her lies in wait, like it’s letting her observe and soak up her new reality before wriggling towards her once more.

She lies on her back limply as it coaxes her legs apart, rubbing up against the suckers of her new tentacle and inserting itself inside her. It's a gentle wriggle, knowing that Gem lacked the fight she once had and now accepted it with open arms.

It spreads her open wide, pushing in deep without much regard for the way she whines and begs for it to reach deeper. It thrusts in and out, rocking back and forth slowly only to make its way further, the tip of it kissing up against her womb before retreating back to thrust in again.

“Please- please- further just reach-“ She babbles as it consumes her every waking thought. Her whole body recoils with every thrust, as it knocks into her g-spot and brushes against her cervix she feels any coherence slipping away through her fingers like sand.

She thinks she might just dissolve here, cease being an actual person and become whatever that thing in the corner nested in red cloth is. It’s sad looking, so pathetically full it can barely reach between its legs around its distended belly. Gem wants it so bad.

Before she slips even further into a breeding haze it finishes up with her. Gem feels warmth spread inside her, as ropes of sticky aphrodisiac laced cum spreads inside of her and fills her womb. She’s unaware of all that though, feeling a jolt of pleasure coarse through her as her orgasm hits and she clenches around the tentacle inside.

It takes her a few moments to come down from her high, to adjust to such a drastic change all together Gem is left panting as it continues to pump and pump its release inside of her.

She feels euphoric, as it pulls out and cum gushes out of her. She notices her own on length squirm, her own cum dripping down what was previously her clit and she almost feels proud in a warped way. Proud that she is carrying on this corruption, proud that she has had her brain replaced by need.

The tentacles retract back into the curtain of water flowing outside the cave, and after gathering herself she turns her attention over to it, as it lays chest heaving and fist working fruitlessly at its dick.

Calling it a dick at this point is generous, you can barely see it between its legs. Gem approaches it as it lays there, whining in frustration at a high it can’t obtain. She reaches the edge of its pile on wobbly legs, drawing its attention with the simple shaky words, “Do- Do you need help?”

“Oh, please..” It says, just about as desperate as someone can get.

She allows it to crawl next to her, straddling her foot and rutting its hips against her leg. She can feel it as its plug rubs up against her foot, between spread cheeks it barely gains any stimulation as it's weighed down by its stomach. The incubator doesn’t seem to care, only yearning for the closeness, it gets up onto its knees and stuff its face into her pussy, still dribbling cum.

It laps greedily, taking all Gem has to give it and doesn’t seem to really take notice of how wrong the situation is, how her clit definitely should not look like that. The poor creature is so far gone it only cares for its reality, nosing at the side of Gem’s tentacle, lips tracing up the suckers and lapping at her steadily drying cum. Its eyes are hazy, half lidded and cum-drunk as it attempts to fit her dick into its mouth.

Gem could get used to this, watching it scramble to choke on her shaft, she could get used to being like this.

———

“Are you sure this is where it last pinged?” Impulse leads, looking between the small group gathered around the spot.

The remaining members of magic mountain gather around a grassy patch by the river running through Gem’s base. Mumbo, holding his own communicator zooms in on a red dot. He zooms out a little to show the group's communicators on the map represented by little green dots clustered around the spot.

“I mean, unless someone threw their old deactivated communicator down here at the end of last season it has to be hers. Grian’s is already accounted for back at his base.” Mumbo remarks, staring intently as if the device will give him more answers.

“Well, I say we just start digging.” Scar says, already retrieving his shovel from his inventory.

“I’m usually all for jumping into things but maybe we should take it easy?” Joel says, grabbing Scar’s arm. “We don’t have exact coordinates so we don’t know if she’s above or below us, and we don’t know what could’ve possibly deactivated her communicator. We shouldn’t go in guns blazing.” He tries to reason, gaining sympathetic agreements from the group.

“This isn’t something that happens a lot, is it? With the communicators I mean.” Skizz asks, arms crossed as he kicks at the dirt.

“I mean, last time I broke my communicator mid-season was during Decked Out two from a warden.” Impulse mentions. “Which, I’m pretty sure is why they got upgraded this season, because of what Tango went through trying to make it.

There’s a few “oh yeah..” and “I think I recall that” murmured between Mumbo and Scar as Joel and Skizz look on puzzled.

“I think we would’ve seen a platform in the sky flying in if she was above us when we flew in. I think the best course of action is to dig down and hope for the best? Suit up, get a few water breathing potions in case it’s a cave filled with water.” Skizz directs, getting a few nods.

“It might be easier to dive down in the river to look for air pockets. I think she was working on some palm trees around this area before we started the search for Grian. Maybe she fell, hit her head, and got stuck in a cave down there and that’s why we haven’t gotten a death message.” Scar runs through his theory, skeptically pointing towards the half finished build upstream from them.

“Yeah maybe her communicator’s case cracked and it got waterlogged? Or maybe it was split open on a rock.” Joel chimes in.

There’s a few agreements, and the group sort of stands around thinking on what might be the best route for them. Suddenly, fed up with the stand still Scar sheds his elytra. “Well, grab my stuff if I die!” Before anyone else can grab him he jumps into the water in a dramatic fashion, diving backwards and promptly disappearing under the dark waves.

The rest of magic mountain is left speechless at an act that is very much Scar-typical, and soon enough they are following after. First Skizz, then Impulse, and very reluctantly Joel, leaving Mumbo on shore anxiously awaiting their return.

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Mumbo is a lot of things.

A redstoner, a builder- maybe, but a fighter? He is far from a fighter. Or even a decent swimmer for that matter, the water looks cold and deep, he hasn’t so much as thought about seriously treading water in ages, he’d surely be holding the team back.

He spends a good while contemplating the matter, tiptoeing his way closer and further to shore as he tries to decide what’s right for the group. Then his communicator pings in his hand, not with a message of good news but the deactivation of another communicator, one from the cluster of dots below his feet.

This is the thing that sends him scrambling into the water. He doesn’t even think about it, he’s just suddenly in the water sinking into the ravine below. He has to strain to see but he knows there’s something down there, maybe a cave with something else poking out. Mumbo can’t really make heads or tails of exactly what he’s in search of but seemingly it is able to understand what he is much quicker, just based on the way he’s grabbed by the ankle and dragged through the water in one swift motion.

He takes a few ticks of damage as he’s thrown inside, sputtering up water and suddenly caught off guard by what exactly happened, he’s even more caught off guard by what he sees next.

Chaos really, he can’t exactly decipher much through the chaos but what he sees is not a pretty sight. Most of his friends splayed out in various states of undress, low groans fill the cave and splintered shards of their communicator lie on the floor. Mumbo tries to keep his eyes low because the alternative is a sight he doesn’t wish to see, instead locking eyes with something on the floor next to him at one of his friends' feet, a bow.

Mumbo’s glances towards the opening of the cave, facing the beast- or at least the beast’s tendrils slipping in through the water. They put up a fight at the very least, judging purely based on the gash in the side of one of the tentacles and a few arrows pricking out of it like it’s a pin cushion. Mumbo has a chance since it only had him by the ankles he could reach for the bow and hope that he has arrows in his inventory.

The downsides weighed heavy, this whole deal could end disastrously but stealing a glance at the scene around him things couldn’t get much better. He catches a glimpse of Scar in the corner of his eye and pales as he sees him, face caught in a blank ecstasy as a tentacle spears him. It’s horrifying to watch as his stomach expands gradually bigger and bigger with what Mumbo doesn’t even want to imagine.

Mumbo grabs the bow, and in some stroke of luck amidst the chaos and misfortune he finds an arrow and with shaky hands he shoots.

Another thing Mumbo isn’t is an archer. He only got this far by dumb luck, only got to shoot his shot because it was distracted with the four other people. He tried to aim at the middle of its mass but by dumb luck the arrow landed in between the soft fleshy bit of its body where two tentacles meet and immediately the creature recoils, letting out a strange shrieking noise.

Tentacles fall as it retreats back into the water, multiple people falling limp as it flails into the water,
shrinking away until it's nothing but a shadow far off in the water. No one moves, let alone breathes, as they try to make sense of the situation.

Mumbo watches the slight movement of someone at the opposite end of the cave. Someone much closer is the first to speak. “Mumbo..?” He turns his head to the person to his right, Joel.

He’s leaned against the wall, head tilted to the side as he hits his ear with the heel of his hand like he’s trying to drain water out of his ear. “Did you actually kill it? Is it gone gone?” He whispers, something wild in his eyes Mumbo can’t quite place.

“I think? I don’t know-“ Mumbo shuffles slightly away from Joel, backing into Scar on his otherside. “Oh dear, Scar, are you alright?”

Scar isn’t alright, by normal Scar standards at least. He looks at Mumbo almost like he’s looking through him. He tries to keep his eyes on Scar’s face because he rather not see the gelatinous orbs leaking out of him.

“What did you do?!” A much, much angrier voice reverberates across the cave walls, catching his attention to the pile of bodies- or rather people, behind Scar. Very alive, writhing people, of which Gem sticks out of.

“I uh- saved you? I did what I was supposed to, didn’t I?” Mumbo recoils, suddenly second guessing his involvement in this whole situation.

“You ruined it- look at him, it’s ruined! You owe me!” Gem says, climbing off a very dazed Impulse’s lap. She approaches, shakily, genuinely furious at him and it only makes Mumbo shrink back. He backpedals further until this time he bumps up against Joel’s legs.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” Joel says, hooking his fingers under the collar of his dress shirt. His cold fingers make Mumbo shiver.

“Everything’s ruined, I’m out two egg sacks because of you.” Gem bends down to his height, sneering at him that seems so uncharacteristically like her. It's strange, like watching an alien wear the skin of his friends, Gem grabs his foot and Joel claws at his suit jacket. It’s very sudden and disorienting as they begin to undress him rapidly.

“I beg your pardon?! Please- Be reasonable here! Le-Let’s go talk to X and let him know you’re safe-“ Mumbo nearly chokes as Joel pulls his loosened tie over his head and wedges his fingers under the buttons of his shirt. Gem already down to his trousers, yanking at him like he’s a tug-of-war rope.

“No, you're staying here with us.” Gem says, letting go of his legs once she gets the trousers off him. “I’m getting my eggs, now apologize.”

“I’m sorry? For saving you guys..?” Mumbo says, genuinely unsure of his answer. He looks up towards Gem for approval before he watches her wind her foot up and kick him directly in the groin.

Pain shoots through his body as he tries not to act like it hurts. He looks at her through the tears in his eyes as he reels in pain. “Try again.”

“…I’m- uhm, I’m sorry for shooting the tentacle guy..?” Mumbo shrieks as she kicks him again, vision nearly blacking out as tears streak down his cheeks.

“Again!”

“Owh! I- I apologize for ruining the eggs- For uh- compromising your egg plans?” Mumbo settles on, flinching before she has the chance to strike again. The kick never comes.

“Good.” She replies simply, thumbing over the waistband of his underwear and peeling it off of him. Taking his half-hard dick in tender hands she inspects him for any injuries.

“Sort of weird that you’re enjoying this, man.” Joel says over his shoulder as he struggles to unbutton Mumbo’s shirt. “I’m like this because I got ear-fucked. You have no excuse.” He says dryly, almost condescending.

“I-I’m not- I’m not enjoying this!” Mumbo puts back up a little fight as he tries to yank the sleeves of his shirt back on. He thinks about kicking Gem but as soon as he registers she’s still dangerously close to his poor dick he falters.

“Uh huh, can we flip him? So I can take his mouth and you can fill him with eggs?” Joel asks like Mumbo isn’t even there.

“Yeah, and if the others feel up to it they can have a turn too.” Gem says as they flip him. “The others might be out for a while though they took a lot of eggs.”

“Mhm, made a big show of it too, you should’ve heard them.” Joel says, looking down at Mumbo as he guides his dick into his gaping mouth. He doesn’t know why he does it, why he opens up like that, it’s like he doesn’t even think about it and accepts it in.

Now facing Joel as he’s on his hands and knees he can see that he hadn’t taken any eggs much like Gem but the tentacle still clearly made its mark on him. Mumbo’s jaw aches as he tries to take Joel cock down his throat, it’s not as much a blow job as it is throat fucking him.

Mumbo tenses as he feels something cold and wet squirt onto his hole. It feels wrong, for the feeling to be there, and shame burns hot through him but he can’t seem to care much. He was doing this for a noble purpose before but now getting fucked seems more noble.

Something thin and wet grinds between his cheeks, sacrificing girth for length and it doesn't take long for Gem’s lips to brush up against him. Mumbo shudders as he feels her dick rub up against him, the precum rubbing into his skin sending tingles through his body.

He feels warm, his hole inviting the corruptant inside as it greedily tries to clench around nothing. Mumbo had never felt like this before, barely having sex much less been on the receiving end, but this was driving him crazy.

She pushes in gently, teasing the tip up against him before pushing in slowly. Mumbo’s mouth relaxes around Joel as he focuses his thoughts on the sensation. The repetitive push and pull is addicting, the shuffle and grind and the soft moans of the people around him.

He shouldn’t enjoy this- it’s bad that he enjoys this. He shouldn’t give into this alien monster tentacle thing, he was their last hope at getting help and he was giving it all up. Why? All because he couldn’t keep his legs closed.

His moment of weakness washes away as Gem hits a particularly good spot inside of him, making a muffled groan slip out of his mouth. It was addicting to be stuck sandwiched between them, used like a toy.

Gem’s movements are steady, almost coaxing while Joel is rougher. Neither of them care much about his release rather than their own ends and it briefly snaps Mumbo out of his haze into the reality that he’s about to have actual eggs laid inside him.

Surely not actual eggs, right? Gem was joking, she can’t do that, Mumbo doesn’t even have the parts to carry those he’s unfit for the job-

Gem’s movements halt, hips flushed against his ass, she rubs the small of his back soothingly and Mumbo is caught in between wanting to lean into the touch and tearing away. “I just know you’ll take double, right? To make up?”

Then he feels it, first a singular one, something he could mistake for his mind playing tricks on him. Then more, way more, more and more stretching him wide and weighing heavy inside him. As one enters it pushes along the others further, stretching him wider in such a way that Mumbo knows he’ll never recover from this, he’ll never be normal again. It's like a switch flips, something breaking in his subconscious as he comes to terms with it.

“So good, such a good receptacle, such a good pet.” Gen coos softly, shifting her hips back and forth slightly as more pour inside him. He’s not even sure how she hid this much inside of herself but he doesn’t quite have the mind to think it through.

Joel pulls out of his mouth, allowing him to gasp out for a quick gulp of air before he’s pleading. “Please! Please- on my face please-“ Mumbo flinches as a thick rope of cum splatters across his face. It’s rewarding in a sick twisted way, feeling it drip down his face as he revels in the moment.

Gem slowly pulls out, something squirting on his hole and holding the eggs firmly. Joel helps him lay gently on his side, cradling his distended stomach as he pants out pathetically. He’s exhausted and the stone floor has never felt more comfortable.

He sees shuffling, he vaguely registers that they’re saying something to each other but he’s much too tired to listen in. Instead he lets them carry his limp body back over to the pile of other people.

Impulse, Skizz, Grian and Scar are all in the pile now, alongside Gem and Joel. Hands are suddenly on Mumbo, as they welcome him in kindly. It’s weird, Mumbo isn’t under the same influence as them but he can almost accept this. A hand grips his dick, and another his face. Mumbo’s eyes droop as someone pulls him into a kiss as hands explore his body and the scene couldn’t be anymore blissful.