Creature

From: $140.34


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Each toy from this page is handcrafted just for you in our workshop, typically ready within 10-30 days

Creature

From: $140.34


  • *Colour

    *Main Colour

    *2nd Colour

Each toy from this page is handcrafted just for you in our workshop, typically ready within 10-30 days

Description
Somewhere along the line, in Creature's dimension, mammals and plants started to blend together along their evolutionary path. We don't know why he can talk, or where the center of all those branching tendrils ends up. What we do know is:
 
He's Creature!
This hospitable little monstrosity might look creepy at first, but you'll quickly learn how welcoming he can be. Suckling on anything he can get his fronds around, he's a pretty good kisser, and fabulous in bed.
 
Creature is something new! Our foray into the monstrous, a penetrable with personality. Those soft fronds (or petals)  extend past his "mouth" to spread hug over your crotch when you're inside him, making the experience of using him extra intimate.
 
Inside, you'll feel fine, alien-like detail that's punctuated with sections that feel like swallowing rings of muscle; Creature's undulating, suckling throat. And while he's using that on you, his soft scaling texture helps you hold a grip on him through the ride.
 
 
In use, you may want to add a little lube to Creature’s inner fronds. This helps them slip-slide against you, and aids toward the experience we wanted to create; pushing into something new and alien, his odd anatomy cupping and touching you.
 
For his colourations, we wanted some variety. Creature’s signature is a metallic, earthy-looking bronze, with a green layer rotocast over the whole toy. It lends itself to a gorgeous, alien-plant-looking toy that has loads of contrast between details. We also made Triffid, a floral-looking fade between sparkling green and pink, and Nebula, a blue-and-pink rotocast over white silicone.
Somewhere along the line, in Creature's dimension, mammals and plants started to blend together along their evolutionary path. We don't know why he can talk, or where the center of all those branching tendrils ends up. What we do know is:
 
He's Creature!
 
This hospitable little monstrosity might look creepy at first, but you'll quickly learn how welcoming he can be. Suckling on anything he can get his fronds around, he's a pretty good kisser, and fabulous in bed.
 
Creature is something new! Our foray into the monstrous, a penetrable with personality. Those soft fronds (or petals)  extend past his "mouth" to spread hug over your crotch when you're inside him, making the experience of using him extra intimate.
Inside, you'll feel fine, alien-like detail that's punctuated with sections that feel like swallowing rings of muscle; Creature's undulating, suckling throat. And while he's using that on you, his soft scaling texture helps you hold a grip on him through the ride.
 
In use, you may want to add a little lube to Creature’s inner fronds. This helps them slip-slide against you, and aids toward the experience we wanted to create; pushing into something new and alien, his odd anatomy cupping and touching you.
 
For his colourations, we wanted some variety. Creature’s signature is a metallic, earthy-looking bronze, with a green layer rotocast over the whole toy. It lends itself to a gorgeous, alien-plant-looking toy that has loads of contrast between details. We also made Triffid, a floral-looking fade between sparkling green and pink, and Nebula, a blue-and-pink rotocast over white silicone.
Get to know Creature!

After hauling your equipment this deep into the cave, the puddle of goop practically advertised that it wasn’t to be touched. Even less so, given the way it rises out of this random crack in the earth like it's bubbling up from the aether... But as a strand of it stretches between the pool and your fingertip, hindsight is 20-20. The surface of the liquid shivers, then darkens as a figure approaches from underneath. Breaking the surface, four green, petal-like fronds slither into the air, followed by the long, tentacle-esque body they belong to, each petal quivering, nudging the air as though testing it  for the first time. They spread and flex, the four fronds looking like the leaves of a plant - although thicker, more substantial, as though made from flesh. As you take a step back, the fronds snap to face your direction, the eyeless entity immediately aware that you’re in close proximity.

 

Another step back, and it follows - more inches of its body sliding from the ground so it can pursue you. Its movements are cautious, but driven, clearly you might have something it wants… Two smaller tendrils rise from the pool beside the thicker ones, joining in its slow pursuit, remaining still while you’re still, then moving nearly twice your pace if you withdraw. As you stagger backwards, and one of the smaller tendrils has reached your trouserleg, though your attention is kept by those petals hovering in front of your face, gently twisting side to side in a hypnotic fashion.

 

It’s then that a rush of warmth moves up your leg. If you could have drawn your gaze away from your admirer, you’d have seen the smaller ‘hand’ of the creature slithering around your ankle, immediately soaking your sock in a healthy helping of the same liquid it had risen from. The tendril squirms, exuding that substance right from its skin, putting as much of itself in contact with you as it can while beginning to coil up around your calf, wetting your leg and causing that warmth to flush up over your groin, into your stomach. A contact aphrodisiac, maybe…? You notice that you’ve stopped withdrawing, contentedness coming over you in a wave. The heat fills you, your chest flutters in pleasure, and your acquaintance watches your face, waiting for the reaction it knows is coming. Your mouth opens to emit a pleasured gasp, eyes momentarily rolling back, and right then, in that moment of acceptance, the petaled ‘face’ delicately leans in and slips itself under your chin to leave a smear of subtly glowing fluid against your neck.

 

Its texture is… Odd. What looks like should be firm scales are actually soft, pliable plating, which combine with its lubricious liquid to glide a teasing texture over your skin. Its fronds touch against the back of your neck, the entity using them to feel over you, as though giving little kisses wherever it explores. Slipping fully around the back of your neck, it glides up over your cheek and kneads its face against you flirtatiously. Its aphrodisiac was already strong, but now having it applied right to your face… Your body shivers involuntarily.

 

“Cc-rreee-eeaaa-tuuu-rreee…” Comes a set of forced syllables, the first sounds to break the long session of wet slithering and heated breathing that’d come before. It slides further around your neck, allowing it to push into your line of sight again, and in the midst of the horny haze it’s put you in, those four fronds gently twist and flex as though trying to form a smile.

 

It’s not quite a smile. The kind of smile that comes from a cryptic critter that’s spent some time practicing a human grin in a mirror. But still, the effort is somehow endearing.

 

“Someone… Called you Creature?” you ask. This thing had definitely had a lot of contact with people.

 

It sways its head up and down, some approximation of a nod. “Cr-eee-ture.” Its tone was almost cordial, polite; which was strangely comforting as the five or six other tendrils that’d slipped out of the pool began to coil up your body underneath your clothes. Your body being absolutely saturated with Creature’s effectual goop was beginning to affect you beyond just your mind, too - the stiffness in your underwear was undeniable, and the critter knew that, tendrils sliding into the rim of your pants to cup and feel you, slithering between your thighs, exploring intimately.

 

“Tchurr…” He uses that throat to speak again. Heading downwards, with the tips of his petals exploring as he goes, his intentions are fairly clear. How many dozens of people must have fallen victim to this strange plant-being, there’s no way to know. But as to why, well, the euphoria rising through every pore in your body made that abundantly obvious. How could anyone have pulled away from him?

 

That thought is immediately interrupted as Creature’s fingered face bites down on your belt, clicking it open, then using his fronds to squirm into the rim of your jeans. You stand with glazed, pleasured eyes, spreading your thighs and letting him fidget into your intimate spots, and then… A tightness spreads over your tip, dull points surrounding you and then sucking you right down to your base. Your head slips right into the center of those petals, into his odd mouth and through what feel like throat sections, passing frictionlessly into each in succession with a pop-pop-pop, and the fronds that’d been used for exploring you earlier now spread flat to your crotch and lower stomach as he gulps himself as firmly onto you as he can.

 

Twisting, undulating, swallowing… How was he so well made for this? Your hands come up to grip his long, green-bronze body, and he gives you an appreciative little squirm in response, appreciating the reciprocation. There’s so little friction between the pair of you that you can’t really be said to be ‘grasping’ him so much as sliding your grip up and down. The orally-trained organism absolutely fawns over you, delighting in hugging over your groin with the entirety of his face and gulping you as deep as you’d possibly go. As he continues, you both naturally ease into a pumping motion, Creature being clearly pleased to receive a little thrusting into his gullet, all his other tendrils sliding around to find your most sensitive parts, aiding you along.

 

While in reality your session doesn’t last long, with your blood saturated in Creature venom, it feels like an eternity spent buried in his throat. You finally explode into him, and he sucks down hard - not on your sensitive head but behind it along the shaft, gulping and milking you for every spurt you have for him. Your legs buckle, but he supports you upright with his thicker body, letting you slump into him and just gush freely, more than you’ve ever put out in your life. A hazy sleepiness comes over you as you come into him, his throat delicately slips off your length, and the last thing you see before passing out is his grinning fronds while he coils you up to snooze in your afterglow.

***

 

You awake in a warm pool, natural spring water bubbling up through the rocks around you. Creature’s pool sits across the cave, illuminating it; but, no sign of the slithery sucker. Your clothes are still on, even down to the belt which had been neatly re-buckled… Clearly Creature didn’t have a concept of taking one’s clothes *off* before taking a bath. Looking down, you see a patch of your stomach through your shirt;

 

Green?

 

Lifting the bottom of your tee, you can see a patch of green-bronze texture emanating out from your crotch. Pressing lower, it’s spread into your thighs as well… It’s subtle, but it’s there. Creature’s flesh having crept over yours.

 

Well, only one real question;

 

Should you do that again?

 

Artwork by Killveous

 

After hauling your equipment this deep into the cave, the puddle of goop practically advertised that it wasn’t to be touched. Even less so, given the way it rises out of this random crack in the earth like it's bubbling up from the aether... But as a strand of it stretches between the pool and your fingertip, hindsight is 20-20. The surface of the liquid shivers, then darkens as a figure approaches from underneath. Breaking the surface, four green, petal-like fronds slither into the air, followed by the long, tentacle-esque body they belong to, each petal quivering, nudging the air as though testing it  for the first time. They spread and flex, the four fronds looking like the leaves of a plant - although thicker, more substantial, as though made from flesh. As you take a step back, the fronds snap to face your direction, the eyeless entity immediately aware that you’re in close proximity.


Another step back, and it follows - more inches of its body sliding from the ground so it can pursue you. Its movements are cautious, but driven, clearly you might have something it wants… Two smaller tendrils rise from the pool beside the thicker ones, joining in its slow pursuit, remaining still while you’re still, then moving nearly twice your pace if you withdraw. As you stagger backwards, and one of the smaller tendrils has reached your trouserleg, though your attention is kept by those petals hovering in front of your face, gently twisting side to side in a hypnotic fashion.


It’s then that a rush of warmth moves up your leg. If you could have drawn your gaze away from your admirer, you’d have seen the smaller ‘hand’ of the creature slithering around your ankle, immediately soaking your sock in a healthy helping of the same liquid it had risen from. The tendril squirms, exuding that substance right from its skin, putting as much of itself in contact with you as it can while beginning to coil up around your calf, wetting your leg and causing that warmth to flush up over your groin, into your stomach. A contact aphrodisiac, maybe…? You notice that you’ve stopped withdrawing, contentedness coming over you in a wave. The heat fills you, your chest flutters in pleasure, and your acquaintance watches your face, waiting for the reaction it knows is coming. Your mouth opens to emit a pleasured gasp, eyes momentarily rolling back, and right then, in that moment of acceptance, the petaled ‘face’ delicately leans in and slips itself under your chin to leave a smear of subtly glowing fluid against your neck.


Its texture is… Odd. What looks like should be firm scales are actually soft, pliable plating, which combine with its lubricious liquid to glide a teasing texture over your skin. Its fronds touch against the back of your neck, the entity using them to feel over you, as though giving little kisses wherever it explores. Slipping fully around the back of your neck, it glides up over your cheek and kneads its face against you flirtatiously. Its aphrodisiac was already strong, but now having it applied right to your face… Your body shivers involuntarily.


“Cc-rreee-eeaaa-tuuu-rreee…” Comes a set of forced syllables, the first sounds to break the long session of wet slithering and heated breathing that’d come before. It slides further around your neck, allowing it to push into your line of sight again, and in the midst of the horny haze it’s put you in, those four fronds gently twist and flex as though trying to form a smile.


It’s not quite a smile. The kind of smile that comes from a cryptic critter that’s spent some time practicing a human grin in a mirror. But still, the effort is somehow endearing.


“Someone… Called you Creature?” you ask. This thing had definitely had a lot of contact with people.


It sways its head up and down, some approximation of a nod. “Cr-eee-ture.” Its tone was almost cordial, polite; which was strangely comforting as the five or six other tendrils that’d slipped out of the pool began to coil up your body underneath your clothes. Your body being absolutely saturated with Creature’s effectual goop was beginning to affect you beyond just your mind, too - the stiffness in your underwear was undeniable, and the critter knew that, tendrils sliding into the rim of your pants to cup and feel you, slithering between your thighs, exploring intimately.


“Tchurr…” He uses that throat to speak again. Heading downwards, with the tips of his petals exploring as he goes, his intentions are fairly clear. How many dozens of people must have fallen victim to this strange plant-being, there’s no way to know. But as to why, well, the euphoria rising through every pore in your body made that abundantly obvious. How could anyone have pulled away from him?


That thought is immediately interrupted as Creature’s fingered face bites down on your belt, clicking it open, then using his fronds to squirm into the rim of your jeans. You stand with glazed, pleasured eyes, spreading your thighs and letting him fidget into your intimate spots, and then… A tightness spreads over your tip, dull points surrounding you and then sucking you right down to your base. Your head slips right into the center of those petals, into his odd mouth and through what feel like throat sections, passing frictionlessly into each in succession with a pop-pop-pop, and the fronds that’d been used for exploring you earlier now spread flat to your crotch and lower stomach as he gulps himself as firmly onto you as he can.


Twisting, undulating, swallowing… How was he so well made for this? Your hands come up to grip his long, green-bronze body, and he gives you an appreciative little squirm in response, appreciating the reciprocation. There’s so little friction between the pair of you that you can’t really be said to be ‘grasping’ him so much as sliding your grip up and down. The orally-trained organism absolutely fawns over you, delighting in hugging over your groin with the entirety of his face and gulping you as deep as you’d possibly go. As he continues, you both naturally ease into a pumping motion, Creature being clearly pleased to receive a little thrusting into his gullet, all his other tendrils sliding around to find your most sensitive parts, aiding you along.


While in reality your session doesn’t last long, with your blood saturated in Creature venom, it feels like an eternity spent buried in his throat. You finally explode into him, and he sucks down hard - not on your sensitive head but behind it along the shaft, gulping and milking you for every spurt you have for him. Your legs buckle, but he supports you upright with his thicker body, letting you slump into him and just gush freely, more than you’ve ever put out in your life. A hazy sleepiness comes over you as you come into him, his throat delicately slips off your length, and the last thing you see before passing out is his grinning fronds while he coils you up to snooze in your afterglow.

***


You awake in a warm pool, natural spring water bubbling up through the rocks around you. Creature’s pool sits across the cave, illuminating it; but, no sign of the slithery sucker. Your clothes are still on, even down to the belt which had been neatly re-buckled… Clearly Creature didn’t have a concept of taking one’s clothes *off* before taking a bath. Looking down, you see a patch of your stomach through your shirt;


Green?


Lifting the bottom of your tee, you can see a patch of green-bronze texture emanating out from your crotch. Pressing lower, it’s spread into your thighs as well… It’s subtle, but it’s there. Creature’s flesh having crept over yours.


Well, only one real question;


Should you do that again?

 
Artwork by Killveous