One Hot Day in Stormalong
Chapter 3: Wood
K'nuckles x Bubbie / K'nubbie
Flapjack ran across the desolate dock town. All the citizens unfortunate enough to be caught at high noon were obliterated by the sun's insane heat waves. Bubbling piles of black steaming flesh lined the streets of Stormalong Harbor. Occasionally, Flapjack would traipse past an unfortunate soul that had lived through the heat. "Boy! Boy! Help me!" they would shriek, extending their crisped appendages towards him. All they were at this point were stinking corpses refusing to die. Flapjack ran farther and farther into town, hoping to find his captain, hoping that he wouldn't find a puddle of soot with the captain's wooden leg all that distinguished it from the rest of the dead. He ran, his eyes darting back and forth from corpse to corpse… He grew more fearful as he went. "Oh K'nuckles," he whimpered, "please be okay." In his fervor he blotted out the sound of the horrid creatures sizzling around him, but then a sharp noise rang out that he immediately recognized- Bubbie's scream. Far off from the boy's position, he could hear her scream. He ran, hoping that he wouldn't lose K'nuckles and Bubbie in the same day. Tears streamed from his huge eyes as he sprinted across town.
Across the massive harbor Bubbie screamed… but not in pain, in extreme pleasure… K'nuckles was fucking her in her enormous whale vagina.
- Eleven Minutes Earlier –
As K'nuckles looked down upon the blowhole he was pleasuring, he became aroused with a new sensation of sexuality. Deep within his lizard brain a vault that had been sealed for decades was finally unlocked. A compartment long forgotten on his creaking wooden hips appeared in his mind. He remembered something his large mother told him years ago, "Remember K'nuckles, the penis goes in the hole…" and with that, K'nuckles used one of his sopping claws to lift up his distended stomach. With the other claw he scraped at his wooden base, trying to find the crusted indent revealing where his hinge hid for all these years. Bubbie now noticed that the old man had ceased pleasuring her blowhole. Her yellow eyes looked up in displeasure, "Hey, K'nuckles! Don't stop now!" but the crusty captain was too focused on his task. His fingers found the hatch and wriggled themselves into the old crack in an attempt to open such an ancient doorway. He was able to pry open the compartment and inside lurked a long awaited appendage. Bubbie's red face screamed, "K'nuckles! What are you doing?! Get back to the rubbing!" and suddenly she felt the cool ancient cerulean snake uncoil onto her panting hole. It took a moment for Bubbie to realize just what had plopped down onto her. Then, finally knowing that K'nuckles had succumbed to the same lust as she, Bubbie allowed herself to let loose a wry smile. Now there was truly no going back from this…
K'nuckles' cock was surprising long and veiny. Because it had remained in a stasis for multiple decades, its flesh was nearly pure and child-like, but its form was that of a man's penis. Unlike the rest of K'nuckles' body, his penis was pristine, the only blemish being a single purple mole extending from the left side of his otherwise smooth scrotum. The only downside to this member being trapped inside the man's waist compartment for so long is the smell. Being coiled inside a small container for many years allowed the penis to wallow and marinate in its own horrid scent for far too long. It was permanently imbued with the stench of rancid cheese and saltwater. At this moment that pungent penis was plopped upon a porpoise's plump perforation. K'nuckles wrestled his extensive appendage like a fireman controlling his hose. He allowed it to slide all around the gooey opening, enjoying the sweet slippery sensation. Every lump and barnacle was a joyous bump in his ride across the whale's gloriously lubricated back. Bubbie and K'nuckles were both in ecstasy, but then Bubbie had to intervene. "K'nuckles…" she susurrated, catching the small ear of the captain. He slowly lowered down from his sexual heaven and his crust-laden eyeballs swiveled downward to behold the whale uttering his name. Their eyes met and both of them knew exactly what was about to happen next, but they waited in ecstatic delight for the words to be spoken before taking action.
"Put it in…"