A Tentacle Dream
_A quick commission for a friend... And I know there's depth missing! Damnit!
Enjoy!_
Another stupid party... Shana hated those. She wondered why she was still going to them. Okay, there was the hope of meeting a hot guy, getting together and have a one night stand with him. But every time she had to realised that the hot guys were taken. And all in all, she was too shy to talk to the ones who weren't taken. She had seen them checking her out, and she checked back, but she couldn't just go and talk.
Now she shed out of her dress, got rid of bra and knickers and lay in her bed. So, this would be the moment when she would take a vibrator or two and masturbate while thinking of all the hot guys she hadn't been able to get into her bed. It was pathetic...
The vixen decided she was actually too drunk and sleepy to stuff the devices into her body and fantasise about several men yiffing her hard. So she left the vibrators in the drawer, cuddled into the sheets and waited for the sleep to come over her.
"Um, hello?" Shana asked insecure. "Hello-oh?" The vixen turned, but everywhere was just darkness. Cold darkness, her naked body was shivering. Shana spun around some times, but there was nothing.
Until the light switched on, with loud clicks. Now the entire room was bright, white. It was a small room, spherical, with smooth walls, made of some panels in perfect white. Shana blinked a few times to get her eyes used to the sudden light. She couldn't see a door, not even lamps anywhere. It was just a plain white. Shana wanted to touch the walls, but she didn't dare to move from the centre, where she was standing right now. But although it was bright around her, it was still cold, very cold.
Shana noticed she was standing stark naked in that light, and quickly covered her female parts. She had the strong feeling of being watched. And she was still shivering. Stupid fur, she had to spend hours to clean it every day, and now it wasn't worth anything. So cold... did her breath just condensate? Jesus... "Hello?" she asked again with a trembling voice.
"One moment," a voice said. Shana spun around again, but there was nothing and nobody.
"Ah, there we go," the voice announced. "Well, thank you for making that test run, Miss Vulps, it's hard to find volunteers for this. I'll start now. Enjoy!"
"What? Hey!" Shana screamed. She didn't like this situation at all. "Hey!" But there was no answer. Rather some loud sounds of machines starting to work, but only for a moment. Then the small room was silent again.
Now the vixen was really, really frightened. She spun around again and again, looking for an exit. But there was none. Just the plain white wall.
Shana screamed as something cold touched her foot. As she looked down she just saw a white tentacle crawling up her foot, slowly, as if just exploring. It seemed to come directly out of the wall, there was no hole or anything similar. Just that tentacle. Shana screamed again and withdrew her foot quickly, but the tentacle acted fast and wrapped around the foot tightly. It held her strongly. She screamed again dragged harder, but that only caused her to fall.
Scared she felt the icy cold tentacle crawl up her leg. And then another one touched her other foot. Struggling was futile, both her legs were now in the freezing grip of those tentacles. Lying on the floor, Shana couldn't do more than trying to crawl away, but it was senseless. Although the tentacles weren't visibly attached to the ground, they held her strongly and made it impossible for her to get away. She whimpered as the cold things moved up her legs.
Now they were touching her thighs, and continued moving. Slowly Shana realised where they were heading to, she whimpered and tried to get rid of them. Her legs started to get numb due to the coldness. In vain she tried to hit the things with her fluffy tail, but this was only a weak try.
With a gasp she felt the same coldness seizing her paws. Two other tentacles wrapped around her wrists and began their way up her arms. The vixen screamed once more, but her throat was already scratching, and it obviously didn't help at all. So she lay there on the ground, held tightly by four tentacles.
Shana clenched her eyes as the tip of one tentacle touched her labia. There was nothing she could do to prevent it from entering her, and that scared her. It was so cold, so damn cold, and inside her it would start to hurt.
But the thing had already set its way, it slipped between her labia and forward. Shana gasped again and struggled once more, writhed, just tried to get that thing away from there, but it seemed to speed up, into her vagina, stretching the hole, digging in, deeper, deeper, in, until the freezing mass touched her cervix. Then it stopped. Shana moaned out loudly, pain and a strange kind of pleasure. She noticed that the tentacle had numbed her leg, but inside her it was hot, hot like a throbbing cock. More and more tentacle mass pumped into her, stretching her insides, stimulating her clitoris indirectly. She moaned again, her teeth clenched.
The other tentacle down there shoved itself underneath her tail. Knowing resistance was futile, Shana relaxed her tail hole to make the penetration as painless as possible. In the mean time, the remaining two tentacles crouched up her arms, making them numb as well, up, to her shoulders. One took a way to her muzzle, the other one to her chest.
While one mass worked in her vagina, throbbing and growing, the other one just entered her tail hole forcefully, making her gasp once more. The mass turned hot like the other one and filled her there, stimulating her, pleasing her. After the pain had faded she could only groan in passion due to the sensation the two masses were sending to her by stimulating all her most sensitive flesh.
Shana opened her mouth to let out a loud groan of lust, and another mass entered her there suddenly. She tried to bite on it, but although it seemed to be some kind of liquid, it was hard and wouldn't give way for her teeth. The mass entered her just until her throat, stopped and started the throbbing in the same rhythm as the others did.
The last tentacle wrapped around her chest, her breasts, and started a very pleasant massage, giving special attention to her sensitive nipples. Shana moaned again in hot lust.
And then finally the liquid mass became warmer, as if warmed by her body, it got warmer, melting her muscles and finally making her relax. There she was, lying on the ground, wrapped and filled by a very strange liquid, moaning and groaning, approaching a very hard climax, maybe the best in her life. The strange mass worked on, holding her tightly, it fastened all movements, made them more intense, throbbing, massaging...
Shana tried to scream as the climax hit her hard, but the tentacle in her mouth kept her from it. Like an instinct she had started to lick its underside, and with every stimulation on her side it answered with more sensations down her body.
The mass obviously didn't want to stop at giving her one orgasm. It just worked on, and on, sending more pleasure and lust into the vixen's helpless mind. She had given up all struggles, every movement, just let the weird stuff give her more, more of that, more...
Another orgasm hit her, making her body tremble and her voice scream. And the mass worked on, even more intense, as if encouraged by her pleased noises.
The mass throbbed, then stopped and then started to tremble as well. The vibrations made Shana cum again, but she felt that there was something different. The vibration got quicker, harder, faster, sending her over another climax quickly, then another one... and another...
The tentacle retreated out of Shana's mouth, giving the way free for her pleased screams. The vibrations were sending orgasm after orgasm, she couldn't tell how long that went, minutes, hours... she just enjoyed the feelings.
Although her insides started to hurt, she wanted more. Her throat was aching due to the screams, and her vagina was rubbed sore. As a tear left her eye, the vibrations slowly faded and finally stopped.
The mass retreated out of her body completely, and disappeared into nothing. They left the vixen on the ground, lying in a pool of her own juices, sore, but still craving for more. She couldn't move, couldn't speak.
She lay there, panting, and waited for the things to come next.
"Thank you, Miss Vulps," the voice just said.
Then the lights switched off. Shana stayed there, alone, exhausted, helpless to the freezing darkness.
There was a sound. A beeping sound. It grew. And grew... and grew...
Shana woke up and slammed her paw onto the alarm clock. Then she dug her face in her paws. Jeez, what a dream... so weird... yet... yet arousing... Of course complete nonsense.
She noticed that her bed was soaked, as well as the fur all around her crotch. Very arousing dream. The day before she had forgotten to switch the alarm off, and actually she had a lot of time. Time to remember the dream... and use the vibrators.
Shana opened the drawer and grabbed the devices.