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Gin let out a sigh as he let down the tray full of dirty dishes he had been carrying. A long shift had been made to seem even longer by an undercurrent of exhaustion that the poor fur couldn’t seem to break. A long day of cleaning up dishes and running around a restaurant left him feeling sore and ready to hang up his apron. Luckily for him, it was quickly nearing the end of his shift. He set the dishes aside in a pile meant to be cleaned later and made his way toward the kitchen. The restaurant itself was a bit run down and old, but it was nothing compared to the kitchen which always had an unusual smell lingering in the air.

The usual smells of the alien food upon Terra filled Gin’s nose as he pushed his way into the kitchen via a saloon-esque door. He paused only when he heard the faint sound of an argument coming from the back of the kitchen. Hesitantly, the yote moved his way down to get a better listen as to what could be causing such a ruckus.

Gin recognized one of the voices as the head chef, a large human man with a cook’s hat and a burly mustache upon his lip. He was pointing and yelling at a cockroach man, Cook.

“It’s undercooked!” The chef snapped. “Take it back!”

“I’m telling you, it’s fine!” Cook snapped. “How about I take it and shove it up your ass instead if you don’t think I can send it out?”

A glimmer of anger flashed over the eyes of the chef. He raised his hand, and swatted the cockroach with a deadly looking backhand. Gin flinched at the sight alone, and watched as the cockroach’s body was flung with great force. He stopped with a scream as he managed to catch himself just before plunging headfirst into a massive pot of boiling water. His legs and arms began to tremble as he stared down at the bubbling mess.

“A-Ahh!” Cook cried out. “Help! Somebody help! I-I can’t move!”

Gin stood there dumbfounded for a moment. When the chef turned their eyes briefly, and he glared at the quivering yote.

“You!” The chef barked.

“Yessir?” Gin responded.

“You take his job. Make that annoying roach into a meal for me.”

“WHAT?” Cook cried out.

Gin blinked. He wasn’t exactly one to refuse orders, much less in a situation like this. He decided it best to go with the chef’s word and made his way over to the big pot where the cockroach was still trapped. The cockroach didn’t seem to even notice Gin at all as he approached, as he was too busy crying out at the chef for help, apologizing over his argument from before.

Gin was behind the cockroach. With his legs spread apart, his body was exposed. Gin reached forward and settled a claw right onto the tummy of the creature. He recieved a surprised yelp in response, as well as a whimper.

“H-Hey!” Cook cried out. “Stop that! Stop it, I said! A-Aha… Wh-What are you dohohoing?”

Gin ignored Cook’s pleas and continued to trace his single finger around. He could see a look of distress and panic cross the roach’s eyes. He whimpered and bit his lower lip, trembling as the claw teased and slowly stroked his underbelly.

After discovering just how ticklish cook’s body was, Gin was unable to resist himself. He trailed his fingers around and to the sides of the bug, stroking slowly as his fingers found their way to the bug’s pits. The poor roach’s eyes bulged the moment Gin touched the spot, and a panicked laugh exploded out from him.

“A-Ahahaha! Nohoho! Stohohop!”

Gin could see the panic in the poor bug as his legs began to tremble, hardly able to keep himself up above the bubbling water. He reached a hand around and attacked both sides at once, occasionally slipping his fingers up into the pits of the roach.

“EEEEHEHEHEEE! NOHOHOHO STOHOHHOOP!” The roach exclaimed with a hysteria Gin didn’t expect. His body thrashed as well as it could have resting overtop the massive pot. For a moment all Cook seemed to care about was the tickly fingers tormenting his sides and pits, and all he could do was squeal.

Just when it seemed like the strength in Cook’s trembling arms and legs were about to give, and the bug was about to meet his watery boiling death, Gin slapped down a massive lid atop the roach. In doing so, he managed to trap the bug underneath while still keeping his arms and legs pinned down against the rim of the pot. He could hear whining and cries of protest from underneath, but for the time being it seemed the bug hadn’t touched the water just yet.

“Lemme out!” Cook barked from underneath the lid. His voice echoed.

Gin ignored the pleas of the desperate cockroach, and instead lowered his fingers to the feet that were now trapped under the weight of the pot lid. The two toed sole was soft to the touch. The whole pot lid jerked when Gin gave it so much as a poke.

“Kn-ohohck it out!”

Gin smiled, and began to lovingly stroke his fingertips against the exposed sole. He sawed his fingers between the toes, and listened as the giggling hysteria quickly returned to the helpless bug.

“E-Eheheehe! G-GEHHEHET OF MY TOHOHOES!”

Gin was so distracted by the lovely giggles of the bug that he didn’t notice the chef storm right back into the kitchen. What did finally pull him away from teasing the bug was the yell of anger that exploded out of the chef. Gin jumped, fearful for a brief moment that he might have been the one to invoke the wrath of the chef.

“GET THE HELL OUT!” The chef roared, kicking a crate on the floor. As he did so, something shot out from under the stove that made Gin jump. A slithering, bright yellow snake. Its body was almost translucent, and wobbled when it moved much like jello.

Gin watched as the strange snake slithered toward him. The thing was massive! The coyote froze for a brief moment as he stared in wonder, only to be reawoken to reality when he heard the furious barking of the chef ordering him to do something about it.

Gin did the first thing that came to his mind; he jumped on the thing. He pounced, slapping his hands down on the sides of the massive snake to hold it down. He squeezed his fingers in as it writhed in panic. Much to his surprise, the snake began to make noise.

“E-Ehehehee! That tickles! Ehehehee stop!”

This thing was ticklish. Not only that, but the more Gin squeezed its sides the more it vibrated with an intensity that didn’t seem natural. The whole thing buzzed, sending a sensation up between Gin’s legs where the snake’s body was trapped between his thighs. He could feel a stir between his legs the longer he squeezed.

“Oh, wow,” Gin said. He gripped the jello, wiggling snake in his arms as he rose. It wrapped around his body, still between his legs and still vibrating and giggling the more he squeezed and caressed it. A dopey grin must have been on his face, because when he looked up to the Chef the man was rolling his eyes.

“You like it?” The chef asked. “Damn thing does nothing but steal food. Keep it.”

“You sure?” Gin asked.

“Just hurry up before I change my mind,” The chef growled at Gin. “Get outta here, I’m gonna finish up this guy!”

Gin could hear a yelp of terror come from the pot. He watched as the chef lowered his hand and lightly ran a finger from the bottom of Cook’s foot all the way up to between his two toes where he sawed gently. Hearing helpless, whimpering giggles Gin stared at the pot with wide eyes.

Gin didn’t need to hear the chef’s orders twice. He nodded his head and spun on a dime to make his way out of the kitchen, still clutching the squirmy snake in his arms. As he went he found himself overwhelmed by the vibrations that had aroused him. He wasn’t going to be able to control himself for much longer without relieving himself. It didn’t help that the jello snake squirmed and writhed looking for freedom in his arms, only grinding harder against his crotch.

Eventually Gin decided drastic measures were needed. With one hand he began to rip off his pants and underwear, discarding it aside. His fingers dug into the snake’s body, and it began to vibrate and giggle once more. It clung to Gin’s body, squeezing his crotch as it continued to buzz and jiggle. Gin nearly purred with pleasure as he made his way out of the kitchen, and spotted an empty table. He made his way over, slipping under the cloth table covers to hide himself.

Once he was safely under the table, Gin rolled onto his back. He wrapped his legs around the jello snake, forcing it up between his legs as he ran his hands down its sides. He could hear a desperate, helpless giggle burst out of the snake at the slightest touch.

“E-Eheheheeee! Lemme go! Lehehhemeee goohohooo!”

The poor creature could do nothing but vibrate and squirm, though it was unable to break free of Gin’s grasp. He reached up one of his hands and forced it over the mouth of the snake, muffling its desperate ticklish cries as he continued to squeeze and dig his claws against its body. The snake was forced to endure the torture as it let out squeals and cries of protest into Gin’s paw.

The sensation of the buzzing was intense. It ran up and down Gin’s entire body, though the more he grinded the more it obviously focused on his cock. Now that he was fully hard the vibrations seemed even more intense. Gin hungrily continued to tease and tickle this helpless snake, desperate to feel more on his body. It got to the point where the poor thing was practically screaming under his paw. As it got more desperate, it only began to vibrate more intensely.

“MMMPHPHPHHH! MMMMMPH! MMMMM!”

Gin struggled to keep grinding while also caging the beast in his arms. He gasped softly and turned his head to the side. Through a crack under the draped table he could see one of the waiters holding a large silver tray. The top of it was rattling. It was set down onto the table of a couple massive aliens, and the waiter removed the top. Strapped down to the tray with his arms bound up was the cockroach from before. He was still squirming, even more desperate than before. He was surrounded in a bed of leaves that nearly covered his body up from Gin’s sight.

“Oh, delicious,” One of the aliens commented. “I just wanna eat it right up!”

Without further warning the alien creature leaned down and let out its massive tongue. It touched the bug’s belly and began to slurp upward. A high-pitched and desperate laugh exploded out from the tray, echoing throughout the entire restaurant.

“O-Ohohohoho! Stohohop it! I-I Ahahain’t your food! Leheheme go or yohohou’ll regret it!”

The alien continued to run its long tongue over the taut and helpless belly of the bound roach, all while ignoring Cook’s helpless pleas. The poor roach tried his best to contain his laughter, but as soon as that tongue drug long enough he was forced to explode once again.

Gin watched with great interest. With wide eyes he stared as the roach was slurped as he continued to run and squeeze his fingers along the vibrating snake’s belly. He found himself aroused by the situation unfolding, which only made him grind and hump the body of the snake more desperately than before. He whined softly as he pressed his hard, stiff cock into the buzzing body.

“PLEHEHEEEESE!” The cockroach cried out. He was getting more and more hysterical with each passing lick. His laughter was beginning to turn the head of other customers who wanted to see the source of the panicked and desperate laughs.

“AHAHAHAA! STOP IT STOHOHOP IT STOHOHOP LICKING ME! I BEG YOU! EHEHEHEEE AAAAAAAHAHAHH!”

He was almost so distracted that he hardly noticed the pair of dog paws wander by, only to hesitate at the side of the table. Gin looked down, and realized that the snake’s long and massive body was sticking out from under the table. The belly of the creature was exposed, giving away Gin’s hiding spot.

“What do we have here?” The mutt asked as he got down onto the ground.

Instead of lifting up the tablecloth to see Gin underneath, the dog did something unexpected. He grabbed the body of the snake and lowered his head down. He let out his tongue much like the alien feasting on the roach was doing this very moment, and began to drag his tongue up the snake’s belly.

“MMMMPHPHH!” A sudden loud cry came out from the snake’s muffled mouth. Its entire body began to vibrate harder than before with a level of intensity that Gin hadn’t expected. As the dog outside the table continued to lap and tease the belly the more desperate the poor snape became.

First the snake simply screamed laughter into Gin’s paw. Then he started to fight, forcing Gin to squeeze it tighter than before. Its eyes were massive, bulging with panic the longer its poor belly was teased.

“MMHMHMHMHMHHHPH! MMMMMMMMMMMMM!”

Screams of torment were unheard to any but Gin, and perhaps the mutt assisting him. The poor snake looked as though it were losing its mind in a never ending ticklish hell. This only excited Gin, and prompted him to continue squeezing the sides where he could and grind his cock.

For a moment, the snake broke free and his laughter rang out.

“PLEHEHEHESE NOHOHHO! NOHOHO MORE I CAN’T TAKE IT I CAN’T I CAN’T AHAHAHAHAAH STOHOOHOHOP IT!!!!”

The poor snake cried and pleaded as he began to panic, descending further and further into a ticklish madness. Gin had to reach up and grab him by the snout, clamping down to muffle him once more.

Once the snake was firmly under control, even if just barely, Gin’s attention turned back to the table with the cockroach. He saw that by now one of the aliens had lifted it up and had Cook’s mouth between its lips. The alien who was sitting opposite the one eating Cook reached out its hands with delight and proaded the sides of the squirming bug. The legs of Cook were still desperately kicking, and Gin could hear faint laughter coming from the mouth of the alien currently feasting on him. It sounded like the poor thing was going completely hysterical, even from here. He had never seen the bug fight so hard.

“BAAAAHAHAHAHAAAA STOHOHOP IT! PLEHEHEEESEEE NOHOHOHOOO MORE TICKLING!” The poor cockroach screeched, loud enough to still be heard from the inside of the alien’s mouth.

The alien not eating Cook didn’t seem to want to let up teasing the poor meal. He did nothing but drag and dance his fingers up and down Cook’s sides while occasionally digging into his armpits. The screams of laughter that filled the restaurant were hardly muffled by his head being in another alien’s mouth. In fact, he seemed to only be growing more hysterical as he was tormented with an intensity he likely had never experienced before. Gin could hear him start to plead in his laughter, but the aliens only giggled and continued to toy with his helplessly ticklish body.

Between watching Cook’s ticklish torment and the snake laughing and vibrating in his arms, Gin was having difficulty keeping himself under control. He let out a gasp of air when he realized that his body was reaching the point of no return. He dug his hips forward as hard as he could into the jello-like body of the snake. He had to bite his own lip to keep from letting out a loud moan. His toes curled as his seed soaked the yellow body of the snake. For a brief moment his mind blurred out everything except the pleasure to the point he could no longer hear either the snake nor Cook’s laughter.

When the height of pleasure died down Gin let out a gasp and laid his face against the cool floor. He watched as the dog who had been teasing the snake’s body got up and began to walk away. The snake had stopped struggling and went nearly limp. Upon further inspection, Gin realized that the poor thing had passed out. The torment must have been too much for it to handle, especially near the end when Gin lost control of himself. Oh well, at least it would be easier to take the thing home if it was asleep and not struggling.

Gin crawled out from under the table, still holding the snake in his arms. He looked over to the alien couple from before, but saw no sight of Cook the cockroach. The alien who once had it in its mouth was dabbing its lips with a cloth. It seems that whatever happened when Gin wasn’t looking hadn’t been very good for the poor roach. Gin shrugged his shoulders and made his way back toward the kitchen to quickly retrieve the clothes he had discarded. Once he had slipped them back on he glanced up, and realized with a grateful smile that his shift was finally over.

Gin said his goodbyes to the chef who hardly acknowledged him with more than a wave, and began to make his way toward the restaurant's exit with the snake still slung around his shoulders.

Gin ran his fingertips along the body of the snake, only to hear another helpless giggle come out. He made his way out of the restaurant, and began his long trek back home. Already his mind was buzzing with all the fun he could have with his new pet.

“Just another crazy day on Terra, I guess,” Gin said to himself.

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Gin let out a sigh as he let down the tray full of dirty dishes he had been carrying. A long shift had been made to seem even longer by an undercurrent of exhaustion that the poor fur couldn’t seem to break. A long day of cleaning up dishes and running around a restaurant left him feeling sore and ready to hang up his apron. Luckily for him, it was quickly nearing the end of his shift. He set the dishes aside in a pile meant to be cleaned later and made his way toward the kitchen. The restaurant itself was a bit run down and old, but it was nothing compared to the kitchen which always had an unusual smell lingering in the air.

The usual smells of the alien food upon Terra filled Gin’s nose as he pushed his way into the kitchen via a saloon-esque door. He paused only when he heard the faint sound of an argument coming from the back of the kitchen. Hesitantly, the yote moved his way down to get a better listen as to what could be causing such a ruckus.

Gin recognized one of the voices as the head chef, a large human man with a cook’s hat and a burly mustache upon his lip. He was pointing and yelling at a cockroach man, Cook.

“It’s undercooked!” The chef snapped. “Take it back!”

“I’m telling you, it’s fine!” Cook snapped. “How about I take it and shove it up your ass instead if you don’t think I can send it out?”

A glimmer of anger flashed over the eyes of the chef. He raised his hand, and swatted the cockroach with a deadly looking backhand. Gin flinched at the sight alone, and watched as the cockroach’s body was flung with great force. He stopped with a scream as he managed to catch himself just before plunging headfirst into a massive pot of boiling water. His legs and arms began to tremble as he stared down at the bubbling mess.

“A-Ahh!” Cook cried out. “Help! Somebody help! I-I can’t move!”

Gin stood there dumbfounded for a moment. When the chef turned their eyes briefly, and he glared at the quivering yote.

“You!” The chef barked.

“Yessir?” Gin responded.

“You take his job. Make that annoying roach into a meal for me.”

“WHAT?” Cook cried out.

Gin blinked. He wasn’t exactly one to refuse orders, much less in a situation like this. He decided it best to go with the chef’s word and made his way over to the big pot where the cockroach was still trapped. The cockroach didn’t seem to even notice Gin at all as he approached, as he was too busy crying out at the chef for help, apologizing over his argument from before.

Gin was behind the cockroach. With his legs spread apart, his body was exposed. Gin reached forward and settled a claw right onto the tummy of the creature. He recieved a surprised yelp in response, as well as a whimper.

“H-Hey!” Cook cried out. “Stop that! Stop it, I said! A-Aha… Wh-What are you dohohoing?”

Gin ignored Cook’s pleas and continued to trace his single finger around. He could see a look of distress and panic cross the roach’s eyes. He whimpered and bit his lower lip, trembling as the claw teased and slowly stroked his underbelly.

After discovering just how ticklish cook’s body was, Gin was unable to resist himself. He trailed his fingers around and to the sides of the bug, stroking slowly as his fingers found their way to the bug’s pits. The poor roach’s eyes bulged the moment Gin touched the spot, and a panicked laugh exploded out from him.

“A-Ahahaha! Nohoho! Stohohop!”

Gin could see the panic in the poor bug as his legs began to tremble, hardly able to keep himself up above the bubbling water. He reached a hand around and attacked both sides at once, occasionally slipping his fingers up into the pits of the roach.

“EEEEHEHEHEEE! NOHOHOHO STOHOHHOOP!” The roach exclaimed with a hysteria Gin didn’t expect. His body thrashed as well as it could have resting overtop the massive pot. For a moment all Cook seemed to care about was the tickly fingers tormenting his sides and pits, and all he could do was squeal.

Just when it seemed like the strength in Cook’s trembling arms and legs were about to give, and the bug was about to meet his watery boiling death, Gin slapped down a massive lid atop the roach. In doing so, he managed to trap the bug underneath while still keeping his arms and legs pinned down against the rim of the pot. He could hear whining and cries of protest from underneath, but for the time being it seemed the bug hadn’t touched the water just yet.

“Lemme out!” Cook barked from underneath the lid. His voice echoed.

Gin ignored the pleas of the desperate cockroach, and instead lowered his fingers to the feet that were now trapped under the weight of the pot lid. The two toed sole was soft to the touch. The whole pot lid jerked when Gin gave it so much as a poke.

“Kn-ohohck it out!”

Gin smiled, and began to lovingly stroke his fingertips against the exposed sole. He sawed his fingers between the toes, and listened as the giggling hysteria quickly returned to the helpless bug.

“E-Eheheehe! G-GEHHEHET OF MY TOHOHOES!”

Gin was so distracted by the lovely giggles of the bug that he didn’t notice the chef storm right back into the kitchen. What did finally pull him away from teasing the bug was the yell of anger that exploded out of the chef. Gin jumped, fearful for a brief moment that he might have been the one to invoke the wrath of the chef.

“GET THE HELL OUT!” The chef roared, kicking a crate on the floor. As he did so, something shot out from under the stove that made Gin jump. A slithering, bright yellow snake. Its body was almost translucent, and wobbled when it moved much like jello.

Gin watched as the strange snake slithered toward him. The thing was massive! The coyote froze for a brief moment as he stared in wonder, only to be reawoken to reality when he heard the furious barking of the chef ordering him to do something about it.

Gin did the first thing that came to his mind; he jumped on the thing. He pounced, slapping his hands down on the sides of the massive snake to hold it down. He squeezed his fingers in as it writhed in panic. Much to his surprise, the snake began to make noise.

“E-Ehehehee! That tickles! Ehehehee stop!”

This thing was ticklish. Not only that, but the more Gin squeezed its sides the more it vibrated with an intensity that didn’t seem natural. The whole thing buzzed, sending a sensation up between Gin’s legs where the snake’s body was trapped between his thighs. He could feel a stir between his legs the longer he squeezed.

“Oh, wow,” Gin said. He gripped the jello, wiggling snake in his arms as he rose. It wrapped around his body, still between his legs and still vibrating and giggling the more he squeezed and caressed it. A dopey grin must have been on his face, because when he looked up to the Chef the man was rolling his eyes.

“You like it?” The chef asked. “Damn thing does nothing but steal food. Keep it.”

“You sure?” Gin asked.

“Just hurry up before I change my mind,” The chef growled at Gin. “Get outta here, I’m gonna finish up this guy!”

Gin could hear a yelp of terror come from the pot. He watched as the chef lowered his hand and lightly ran a finger from the bottom of Cook’s foot all the way up to between his two toes where he sawed gently. Hearing helpless, whimpering giggles Gin stared at the pot with wide eyes.

Gin didn’t need to hear the chef’s orders twice. He nodded his head and spun on a dime to make his way out of the kitchen, still clutching the squirmy snake in his arms. As he went he found himself overwhelmed by the vibrations that had aroused him. He wasn’t going to be able to control himself for much longer without relieving himself. It didn’t help that the jello snake squirmed and writhed looking for freedom in his arms, only grinding harder against his crotch.

Eventually Gin decided drastic measures were needed. With one hand he began to rip off his pants and underwear, discarding it aside. His fingers dug into the snake’s body, and it began to vibrate and giggle once more. It clung to Gin’s body, squeezing his crotch as it continued to buzz and jiggle. Gin nearly purred with pleasure as he made his way out of the kitchen, and spotted an empty table. He made his way over, slipping under the cloth table covers to hide himself.

Once he was safely under the table, Gin rolled onto his back. He wrapped his legs around the jello snake, forcing it up between his legs as he ran his hands down its sides. He could hear a desperate, helpless giggle burst out of the snake at the slightest touch.

“E-Eheheheeee! Lemme go! Lehehhemeee goohohooo!”

The poor creature could do nothing but vibrate and squirm, though it was unable to break free of Gin’s grasp. He reached up one of his hands and forced it over the mouth of the snake, muffling its desperate ticklish cries as he continued to squeeze and dig his claws against its body. The snake was forced to endure the torture as it let out squeals and cries of protest into Gin’s paw.

The sensation of the buzzing was intense. It ran up and down Gin’s entire body, though the more he grinded the more it obviously focused on his cock. Now that he was fully hard the vibrations seemed even more intense. Gin hungrily continued to tease and tickle this helpless snake, desperate to feel more on his body. It got to the point where the poor thing was practically screaming under his paw. As it got more desperate, it only began to vibrate more intensely.

“MMMPHPHPHHH! MMMMMPH! MMMMM!”

Gin struggled to keep grinding while also caging the beast in his arms. He gasped softly and turned his head to the side. Through a crack under the draped table he could see one of the waiters holding a large silver tray. The top of it was rattling. It was set down onto the table of a couple massive aliens, and the waiter removed the top. Strapped down to the tray with his arms bound up was the cockroach from before. He was still squirming, even more desperate than before. He was surrounded in a bed of leaves that nearly covered his body up from Gin’s sight.

“Oh, delicious,” One of the aliens commented. “I just wanna eat it right up!”

Without further warning the alien creature leaned down and let out its massive tongue. It touched the bug’s belly and began to slurp upward. A high-pitched and desperate laugh exploded out from the tray, echoing throughout the entire restaurant.

“O-Ohohohoho! Stohohop it! I-I Ahahain’t your food! Leheheme go or yohohou’ll regret it!”

The alien continued to run its long tongue over the taut and helpless belly of the bound roach, all while ignoring Cook’s helpless pleas. The poor roach tried his best to contain his laughter, but as soon as that tongue drug long enough he was forced to explode once again.

Gin watched with great interest. With wide eyes he stared as the roach was slurped as he continued to run and squeeze his fingers along the vibrating snake’s belly. He found himself aroused by the situation unfolding, which only made him grind and hump the body of the snake more desperately than before. He whined softly as he pressed his hard, stiff cock into the buzzing body.

“PLEHEHEEEESE!” The cockroach cried out. He was getting more and more hysterical with each passing lick. His laughter was beginning to turn the head of other customers who wanted to see the source of the panicked and desperate laughs.

“AHAHAHAA! STOP IT STOHOHOP IT STOHOHOP LICKING ME! I BEG YOU! EHEHEHEEE AAAAAAAHAHAHH!”

He was almost so distracted that he hardly noticed the pair of dog paws wander by, only to hesitate at the side of the table. Gin looked down, and realized that the snake’s long and massive body was sticking out from under the table. The belly of the creature was exposed, giving away Gin’s hiding spot.

“What do we have here?” The mutt asked as he got down onto the ground.

Instead of lifting up the tablecloth to see Gin underneath, the dog did something unexpected. He grabbed the body of the snake and lowered his head down. He let out his tongue much like the alien feasting on the roach was doing this very moment, and began to drag his tongue up the snake’s belly.

“MMMMPHPHH!” A sudden loud cry came out from the snake’s muffled mouth. Its entire body began to vibrate harder than before with a level of intensity that Gin hadn’t expected. As the dog outside the table continued to lap and tease the belly the more desperate the poor snape became.

First the snake simply screamed laughter into Gin’s paw. Then he started to fight, forcing Gin to squeeze it tighter than before. Its eyes were massive, bulging with panic the longer its poor belly was teased.

“MMHMHMHMHMHHHPH! MMMMMMMMMMMMM!”

Screams of torment were unheard to any but Gin, and perhaps the mutt assisting him. The poor snake looked as though it were losing its mind in a never ending ticklish hell. This only excited Gin, and prompted him to continue squeezing the sides where he could and grind his cock.

For a moment, the snake broke free and his laughter rang out.

“PLEHEHEHESE NOHOHHO! NOHOHO MORE I CAN’T TAKE IT I CAN’T I CAN’T AHAHAHAHAAH STOHOOHOHOP IT!!!!”

The poor snake cried and pleaded as he began to panic, descending further and further into a ticklish madness. Gin had to reach up and grab him by the snout, clamping down to muffle him once more.

Once the snake was firmly under control, even if just barely, Gin’s attention turned back to the table with the cockroach. He saw that by now one of the aliens had lifted it up and had Cook’s mouth between its lips. The alien who was sitting opposite the one eating Cook reached out its hands with delight and proaded the sides of the squirming bug. The legs of Cook were still desperately kicking, and Gin could hear faint laughter coming from the mouth of the alien currently feasting on him. It sounded like the poor thing was going completely hysterical, even from here. He had never seen the bug fight so hard.

“BAAAAHAHAHAHAAAA STOHOHOP IT! PLEHEHEEESEEE NOHOHOHOOO MORE TICKLING!” The poor cockroach screeched, loud enough to still be heard from the inside of the alien’s mouth.

The alien not eating Cook didn’t seem to want to let up teasing the poor meal. He did nothing but drag and dance his fingers up and down Cook’s sides while occasionally digging into his armpits. The screams of laughter that filled the restaurant were hardly muffled by his head being in another alien’s mouth. In fact, he seemed to only be growing more hysterical as he was tormented with an intensity he likely had never experienced before. Gin could hear him start to plead in his laughter, but the aliens only giggled and continued to toy with his helplessly ticklish body.

Between watching Cook’s ticklish torment and the snake laughing and vibrating in his arms, Gin was having difficulty keeping himself under control. He let out a gasp of air when he realized that his body was reaching the point of no return. He dug his hips forward as hard as he could into the jello-like body of the snake. He had to bite his own lip to keep from letting out a loud moan. His toes curled as his seed soaked the yellow body of the snake. For a brief moment his mind blurred out everything except the pleasure to the point he could no longer hear either the snake nor Cook’s laughter.

When the height of pleasure died down Gin let out a gasp and laid his face against the cool floor. He watched as the dog who had been teasing the snake’s body got up and began to walk away. The snake had stopped struggling and went nearly limp. Upon further inspection, Gin realized that the poor thing had passed out. The torment must have been too much for it to handle, especially near the end when Gin lost control of himself. Oh well, at least it would be easier to take the thing home if it was asleep and not struggling.

Gin crawled out from under the table, still holding the snake in his arms. He looked over to the alien couple from before, but saw no sight of Cook the cockroach. The alien who once had it in its mouth was dabbing its lips with a cloth. It seems that whatever happened when Gin wasn’t looking hadn’t been very good for the poor roach. Gin shrugged his shoulders and made his way back toward the kitchen to quickly retrieve the clothes he had discarded. Once he had slipped them back on he glanced up, and realized with a grateful smile that his shift was finally over.

Gin said his goodbyes to the chef who hardly acknowledged him with more than a wave, and began to make his way toward the restaurant's exit with the snake still slung around his shoulders.

Gin ran his fingertips along the body of the snake, only to hear another helpless giggle come out. He made his way out of the restaurant, and began his long trek back home. Already his mind was buzzing with all the fun he could have with his new pet.

“Just another crazy day on Terra, I guess,” Gin said to himself.