Stickin' His Stiffy In His Snuffer
Thunder Trunk
By Game-BeatX14
Thunderlane woke up in his usual bed, with a slight headache from oversleeping. It was 11:00 A.M, and the sun shined through his windows, signaling the late start of a new day. But something felt off this morning, and he wasn’t sure what it was…
“Ugh, why does my nose feel so heavy?”
He lifted up the covers, and nearly shrieked from what he saw. In place of his normal stallion muzzle was a long, tubular proboscis that stretched nearly three feet long. The tip of his nostrils rested all the way down by his legs. He scrambled into an upright position and threw his covers off the bed, trying to get a closer look at the foreign appendage.
“W-why do I have an elephant’s trunk for a nose? Am I dreaming?”
He sat for several more moments, just staring at it. His trunk expanded and contracted along with his breathing. It appeared to be a permanent part of his body, and functioning perfectly as though he were born with it.
I don’t know who cast this transformation spell on me, but it’s not funny… How am I going to explain this thing to Rumble when he wakes up?
As he came to his senses, something began to bother him. He noticed that his perception of smell was far more receptive than before. To his chagrin, the first smell that got to him was his dreaded morning wood. It was so incredibly strange, being able to smell his own body and hormones at such an enhanced level. His own maleness was overwhelmingly pungent.
Wow, I never realized how strong my hormones could actually smell… Maybe I should cut down on my midnight weight lifting sessions.
He crawled out of bed, taking some time to learn how to use his new nose. While it still bothered him how it appeared out of nowhere, he did like how the trunk felt. It was extremely heavy, but very muscular and easy to control. He experimented for a bit, going through several twisting, curling and bending motions. The finger-like projection on the tip of his nostrils could curl and pinch with extreme precision. It felt like a having a fifth limb, but with even more control. Having such a nimble tool protruding from his face might be more interesting than he initially though.
Well, as long as I’m stuck with this thing I might as well see what it can do. But first, time to eat some breakfast. I’m starving…
Thunderlane opened his pantry and poured himself a simple breakfast of corn flakes, filling the bowl generously with milk. But instead of grabbing a spoon to eat, he decided to try something else. He vaguely recalled watching an elephant eat and drink once in a nature documentary, using it’s trunk to transfer liquids and other small food objects to the mouth via inhalation.
“Alright, time to give my suction capabilities a test drive!”
He carefully dipped his trunk into the cereal bowl, sniffing lightly. Then with a deep breath, he began slurping his breakfast up like an insatiable vacuum hose. SHHHHLUUURRCCCKKKKK. He cringed slightly, feeling cold milk and flakey corn cereal rush though his wide nasal passages. Before he knew it, the entire contents of the bowl were up inside his trunk. Gingerly, he pinched the end of his nostrils together to prevent the cereal from flowing back out. Once it was sealed tightly, he tipped his head back, brought his trunk up to his open mouth and stuffed it inside, letting the milk and flakes gush out into his throat.
“GLUP-GLUP-BLUUAGGGHH…” He coughed and sputtered, quickly realizing that his mouth was too small, and not equipped to handle such a volume of food all at once. In a knee-jerk reaction, he accidentally extended his trunk and the remainder of his breakfast ran back out, splattering all over the table in a soggy mess of failed breakfast consumption.
Ewwww gross; I think I tasted boogers in those corn flakes!
Deciding to put the mishap behind him, Thunderlane got up and wiped the table down, then put his dishes in the sink. Not knowing what to do next, he began pacing around, pondering the capabilities of his handy organ while it dangled in front of him. He stumbled a bit when he felt the tip of his schnoz brush against his crotch. Warm breathed emanated from his nostrils, blowing lightly over his needy erection. He realized it would be just wide enough to slide his cock into. The possibilities ignited in his mind instantly.
NOPE, nope, I am NOT doing that…
Unfortunately, curiosity got the better of him, and he sniffed his dick again.
Hmmmm… Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try? Rumble is still asleep, and Cloudchaser is out running errands. I have time.
He plopped down on the couch and spread his legs apart, staring at his throbbing erection. Morning wood was no joke, especially to a stallion as sexually healthy as himself. He wrapped the finger-like tip of his trunk around his shaft and began stroking gently. It felt so awesome, being able to touch himself hooves free.
“Oohhhh… I need to finish the job, just to see what it feels like.”
Taking a deep breath, he lowered his trunk over his stiff penis and sucked it straight up his right nostril, creating a vacuum seal between his septum and crotch. It was like a wet, leathery vice grip squeezing his shaft from every angle. The more he inhaled, the more invigorating it felt. The suction was controlled by his own breaths, giving him explicit control over the airflow. It was the most nuanced form of masturbation he had ever performed on himself, and he rocked back and forth humping with blissful satisfaction.
“Mmmhhhhhh. This is soooo much better than using my hoof. Dear Celestia...”
Thunderlane quivered in delight, biting his tongue from how incredible it felt. His monstrous cock was no match for the muscle and grip of his trunk. He jerked faster and faster, building himself towards orgasm. The smell from his cock was unbearably strong, taking over his senses.
“OOohhhh, I can’t believe I’m doing this…” He panted, and his wings flared open with a sharp gust.
Thunderlane sucked in as he came, vacuuming up his jizz constantly as it squirted out. He felt the warm, sticky liquid flowing through his trunk, lighting up his senses. An animalistic whine escaped him, as he inhaled his own cum and conquered his pulsing sex organ. His nasal passage was on fire with a virile testosterone smell, sending him through waves of pleasure he had never experienced before. As his semen stream slowed down, he realized that his dick was still extremely hard. One orgasm simply wouldn’t be enough to sate his screaming sex drive. He kept sucking and pumping his dick, hell-bent on draining everything from himself until he was free of his overactive hormones. Cum sloshed back and forth across his penis, as he inhaled and exhaled eagerly. His second orgasm arrived within a minute, and he squealed in pleasure from the explosion of jizz as he pressed down and harshly sucked his thrashing cock for a second time. His trunk began to bulge out from the accumulating volume of spooge trapped inside.
All his thoughts and worries were lost in the blur of multiple releases, until he heard the front door open. His heart skipped a beat when a familiar voice graced the musty air. Cloudchaser was home.
“Thunderlane, I’m bac- WHAT IN THE CELESTIA LOVING FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?”
He quickly pulled his sniffer off his now flaccid penis, and inadvertently let his cum run back out and splash over the wood floor. His wings instantly shut back against his body, and his eyes widened in embarrassment.
“Baby, I can explain!”
Cloudchaser simply stood still, with a mixture of awe and disgust on her face.
“Thunder-… Why do you have-… You just fucked your own nose!”
He smirked.
“It’s not just a nose, it’s a highly specialized elongated muscular hydrostat, thank you very much.”
Her eye twitched.
“Do you have no shame?!”
Thunderlane grinned with an innocent smile on his face, cum still dripping slowly from his nostrils. Cloudchaser facehoofed.
“Look, I don’t care how you got that thing, or what made you decide to mate with it. Just clean this mess up. Please?”
Thunderlane happily obliged.
“No problem. One cum-free floor, coming right up.”
He ran his trunk over the pint-sized puddle of his own jizz and swiftly vacuumed it all back up. SHLURCKKP. Within seconds it had all disappeared back into the abyss of his thirsty, hoovering snout.
Cloudchasers visibly cringed. Thunderlane gave her a confused look.
“What? You asked me to clean it up…”
