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Being there for a friend in their time of need wasn't always easy, no matter how much you might truly love that person.

When despair became so great that an emotional black hole was forming where they used to be, plenty of people were likely to jump ship and isolate that person even more than they already were, contributing to the problem at the sake of their own mental health.

Then, there were those who stayed through and through, never giving up on that person, no matter how much it was bringing them down to keep someone else up.

"I just don't want to hurt him, y'know?"

"Yes; you've made that painfully clear by now, about a thousand times."

Letting someone down easy never was easy, whether that was for the person being dumped, or the person doing the dumping. Anyone with a heart as kind as Manick would find it a tough task to hurt someone that they once cared about, but the stress and anxiety building up to that moment left him unaware of just how much negativity he was putting out.

It was something that his good friend Tos glossed over for as long as he could, but as the pair sat together on the couch, flipping through the channels for the umpteenth time, Tos was in need of a distraction, and Manick was in need of a push.

"I'm sorry if I sound like a broken record. I'm just...I'm new to this kind of thing!" Manick at least offered an apology for his complaints. "I don't think it's really in me to hurt someone else if I can avoid it."

"But you can't avoid it," Tos replied, taking the role of a stern voice of reason that Manick desperately needed to hear from. "And the longer you drag things out, the more you build their hopes up, the harder you'll ultimately have to crush them. Pussyfooting around the subject isn't going to help anything."

Manick slumped over the arm of the couch and rested his chin in a vacant palm. "Fine choice of words," he groaned, rolling his eyes. "I guess you're not wrong, though."

"No, I'm not. None of your friends have been wrong, and we've all told you the same thing: go let the guy down, come back here, grab a couple of cold ones, and start moving on with your life."

"You don't have to yell at me. You can just give me the advice."

"I wasn't yelling, but I thought it might help if I told you with some authority, since the dozens of other people that have said the same thing were similarly ignored."

"Pfft. I haven't been that bad about it, Tos. You're the only person who's even talked to me in weeks."

The wolf cocked a brow, surprised that Manick still wasn't getting the point. "And why exactly do you think that is, kitten?"

"Because people are jerks and no one wants to help me with my problems, other than you?"

"Uh...no. That couldn't be further from the truth, Manick."

"Like you would really know," Manick shot back, leaning further over the edge of the couch, away from the last friend that could handle the burden of his emotional struggles. "They're probably not talking to you all that much, either."

A heavy sigh passed over the lips of the frustrated wolf as he yanked the remote from Manick's other paw and turned off the television. "Whether or not they're talking to me has nothing to do with how much of an emotional brick wall you've been! Everyone was heaping suggestions on you and you just shot them all down, one after the other!"

"I was kinda overwhelmed by it..."

"And that's totally fair," Tos agreed, "But if you spend three weeks being depressed about something and rejecting every offer of help that your friends give you, eventually they're just gonna leave you to your devices until you figure it out on your own!"

Manick huffed. "Some friends they are, then."

Words had gone as far as they were ever going to; Tos had as many of them left as he had patience to spare for the feline anymore. "O-kay, you need a serious pep talk here."

"I don't th-

A tentacle shot from the edge of the canine's back, light a bolt of black lightning across the dimly lit room. The shaft of the formerly hidden appendage wrapped around Manick's snout and forced it closed, even as his eyes widened in panic at the sight of the extra limb.

"You don't get to talk again until you start to shape up, kitten. I completely understand why you're upset about the fact that you're going to break up with someone; we all get it, and we all want to help, but sooner or later, you've gotta stop being such a mope! There's only so much advice we can give before you've gotta act on it, and three weeks of you unloading emotionally on everyone you meet is starting to take a serious toll on your social circle. You have yourself to blame for this...okay?"

Despite the forceful grip of his tentacle about the feline's muzzle, Tos was rather sympathetic in his tone, as if he'd exerted some of his anger by lashing out with the powerful tendril.

Manick still couldn't escape the frustrated glare that peered out over the bridge of his nose, but when he was forced to sit, listen, and absorb the message before he recoiled with an emotional tirade, it made all the difference in the world to his ability to appreciate it.

There was a more immediate concern in his mind, as three more tentacles began wiggling up from the shoulders and other side of Tos' back.

"Now, I'm not gonna force you to make any rash decisions tonight. The last thing you want to do is put someone through the ringer when you're so emotionally charged," Tos suggested. "However, I'm more than happy to help you discharge some of that negativity here...and frankly, it'll help me get over some of the stress that you've caused me, dealing with this problem."

Honesty was always the best policy, and Tos was brutally honest, to the point that his words stung at the silenced feline, while making him realize just how selfish he'd been with his issue.

His muzzle was still clamped tightly shut, but he was able to nod with an apologetic look in the depths of his emerald stare.

"Good boy," Tos growled lowly, keeping his tentacles firm around Manick's face to keep the feline from digging himself any further into his own grave. "Sometimes in life, you just need to go with what feels right and stop second guessing it. This isn't exactly a perfect parallel to your situation, but I knew I'd much rather wrap you up in these and ravage your sorry ass than let you spend another evening beating yourself up over something, so...I went for it. Do you think its working?"

The tendrils about Manick's cheeks loosened just enough for him to sneak a nervous, but genuine "Yes," from the corner of his mouth.

"That's what I like to hear. When you're done being sore tomorrow, maybe you give my approach a try?"

It was amazing how quickly Tos was able to shift the presence of Manick's thoughts. The eventual breakup was nowhere near his mind any longer, replaced with the subtle, yet enjoyable fear of what Tos might do to him with those tentacles if he continued to be a thorn in the canine's side.

He didn't want to push the envelope too far, but he was getting visible flustered at being trapped in such a way; he was sure to make a bold move sooner or later, whether it would be a mistake or not.

"Glad to hear you're starting to wise up. If you were a mope throughout all of this, it would have really killed the mood," Tos admitted, trying to keep the focus on the act at hand, now that he'd captured Manick's attention. "Tell me something, kitty...do you like that outfit at all?"

Simple blue jeans and a plain, red polo didn't stand out too much in a crowd, but Tos knew that even the most basic outfit could hold sentimental value to a person.

He waited for the initial shake of Manick's head before numerous rows of sharp, fang-like blades emerged from the ends of the other tentacles, their hooked teeth pressing down into Manick's shirt and catching into the fabric like the claws of an affectionate cat.

"Sure hope you meant that..."

There was no sudden flash of tendrils, but a slow, satisfying riiiiiip as the base of each tentacle shifted the head downward slowly, tearing long, full gouges into the polo shirt and forcing it to split apart. Each tear was so narrow that Tos never quite reached the edges, leaving the sleeves and the collar intact...until the tendrils began to cross paths.

A hail of tattered crimson fabric flew into the air and slowly decorated the couch as Manick gazed down through panicked eyes, only to see that his chest was completely unharmed, save for a slight ruffle in his fur.

"You...are utterly terrifying sometimes," Manick said between gasps, finding his muzzle had been given some freedom to move after all.

"That doesn't sound like a complaint, though."

"And if it isn't?"

"Then I won't feel bad about shredding your jeans, either."

Manick slipped his thumbs down into his waistline while they were free. "I've got no love lost for the shirt, but a nice pair of jeans like this? That would just be wasteful," he claimed, unbuttoning them before the fangs of another tentacle could sink into the gaps in his denim. "I'm sure there are better things for your tentacles to be doing, anyway."

The feline was putting on a good show, but he was still trembling with nerves, so much that unzipping his pants was a struggle. He knew his thighs were quivering as he pushed the well-loved pair away from them, revealing a tight, brilliant yellow pair of undies beneath, made of just enough fabric to keep everything tight and supported.

Just the sight of it was enough to captivate Tos, who crossed his arms and cocked a brow, his tentacles all returning to hover at his sides. "Someone who goes out wearing something like this usually doesn't have so many confidence issues...you're flaunting something, kitten."

He would have tried to deny that much, but the slender torso and thinner fur that paved the way to his crotch were treasures that Manick was happy to show off.

"M...maybe a little bit?"

Tos snickered. "So what you're saying is that you need some more encouragement..."

Manick didn't need another ounce of it, but he wasn't going to say that out loud. He was too curious to see what Tos would do, now that the canine was frustrated to the point of direct action.

He was immediately distraught when one of the tentacles landed on the front of his banana hammock, the hooked claws pointing right down into the fabric...but with the dexterity of an utter champion, he managed to hook the claws into the silky material and tug down at it gently without tearing it, or even stretching out the seams.

That was all it took for a stiff, eager cock to pop up and stand at attention, betraying any sense of fear that Manick still wore on his face. "I, uh...I can explain that," he whispered, looking more bashful than anything as the side of a long, slick tentacle brushed against his growing shaft.

Tos crossed his arms and waited above him. "I'd love to hear your excuse for having an erection right now, if it's anything other than 'you just ripped my clothes off.'"

That would have been the best reason, so obvious that it didn't bear repeating, but Manick was tripping all over his thoughts and voicing them before he actually thought about what he said.

Silly as he felt right then, he was still trying to come up with a retort, as the neck of one tendril began wrapping around the base of his member, encouraging it to grow to a full, stiff hard-on.

"M...maybe I just really like t-tentacles?" he tried to suggest, his body shuddering as the skillful appendage continued dancing up and down along the sides of his feline cock. Even if he wasn't sure that he enjoyed them as a personal fetish, he was quickly learning to appreciate the ones that were crawling up the sides of his body and tickling his sensitive skin as they moved up to his shoulders. "_Mnn..._y-yeah, that's probably it..."

His voice became lazy as a wet, moist opening began kissing at the tip of his manhood, a seam opening in the ends of the tendril about where a mouth should have been; he was lucky that it wasn't sporting any fangs on that particular surface. "Or you're just turned on by the idea of someone throwing you down, ravaging you and ripping your clothes away..." Tos muttered. "You know, like we already established you are."

The slender feline would have tried to deny it through and through, if he didn't feel the weight of those same tendrils pressing down on his shoulders and keeping him trapped against the couch.

That made it difficult to speak at all, as Manick gulped down a full lump of nerves and looked up at Tos, trying not to appear as helpless as he really was. "And if I try to plead the fifth?"

"Not gonna stop me from wrapping you up in these and working out a little frustration on you," Tos admitted. "Not one bit."

Begging for mercy might have been a turn on for the domineering canine, but Manick knew it wouldn't do anything to slow his advances any longer. The last remaining tendril was already creeping up toward the base of his sack and brushing back and forth against it, fondling his delicate orbs and tossing them from side to side with all the skill and smoothness of a partner's tongue, leaving the feline unable to vocalize a reply without moaning all the way through it.

Quivering lips tried to keep warm, heated breaths from slipping out too rapidly, but it was no good. Manick was panting all the same as precum eased up from the tip of his cock in clear, sticky beads, dripping down onto the eager lengths and keeping them slick as they began working his lust into a frenzy. "Who said...t-that I wanted you to?" he asked, as if Tos needed any further motivation to rough him up. "Are you sure y-you're...e-even up to the task?"

Tos didn't need the extra motivation to put Manick in his place, but that didn't mean he was going to complain about the feline's teasing challenge.

If anything, Manick knew just what he was getting himself into, and Tos was happy to obliged as the weight of the tendrils forced his body to sink into the couch, trapped against the soft, comfortable cushions. "Coming from you, after the week that you put your friends through...that's a pretty ironic statement, don't you think?" Tos asked, ripping the bandage off the subject before it had a chance to set. "I was just taking my time with it and getting my money's worth, but if you're gonna give me that kind of attitude...I'll gladly rush the process."

The fear he felt when a host of tentacles first appeared was quickly fading, but that didn't stop Manick from tensing up as the thin-lipped tendril dropped down over the whole of his length and engulfed it in a tight, moistened passage, surrounding his shaft with walls that could clench unlike anything he'd ever felt before. The muscular squeezes were so far apart and different that he could only fathom them to be random, but every time a gasp snuck past his lips, he looked up at Tos...and the canine looked like he knew exactly what he was doing.

That was the lesson for the feline to take from all of this, if nothing else...and that lesson of bowling ahead with confidence was being literally forced into his body through the vessel of bliss.

"If this is r-really how you vent your frustrations," Manick sucked in a deep gasp as he felt a digit stroking over the pucker of his asshole, spreading it around the heel of a thumb, "I'm g-gonna need to piss you off even more often!"

Tos snickered. "Don't push your luck too far," he murmured, before leaning over and leaving his tongue right over the steaming warmth of the feline's rear entrance. "Or else, I won't warm you up next time..."

Manick was sure that it was a hollow threat, but the sudden pour of saliva over the base of his tail was something that he wouldn't want to miss out on.

His toes _curled_with delight as plentiful juices dripped into the slowly stretching flesh of his tailhole, eased deeper and deeper inside by the push of a single finger, all while a skillful tentacle tried to milk the juices right out of the pinned feline.

"I'd tell you not to threaten me w-with a good time," Manick struggled over the words as an orgasm began creeping in, "But...you're way too hung for that."

Though it was minimal preparation, it was better than nothing at all, as Tos fished his length free with his other paw and held it around the throbbing base. "Trying to flatter me isn't gonna get you out of trouble now, kitten."

Precum mingled with saliva as Tos eased the tip up against Manick's teased entrance and gave a gentle push, guiding the head in with the first feel of delicious pressure around his member.

Manick sucked in a breath and did his best to relax, but his own length being so expertly teased by the devious tentacle upon reduced any hope for respite to a distant glimmer. "No flattery there," he whispered in a quick, breathless moan. "You're just r-really fucking big..."

Conscious of his own impressive size, the canine leaned forth at the hips and guided his tapered length into the trapped feline, filling him with a slow and satisfying pace, allowing Manick to feel the widening shaft an inch at a time, his inner muscles learning how much of it they could take before delightful pressure turned to discomfort.

He was impressed with himself when he gazed down and saw that he was nearly at the base...but in that pose, he'd never quite get there.

"It's j-just a little too much," Manick gritted his fangs as he did all he could to relax and handle the plentiful flesh, but curled up as he was, he knew that it wouldn't be possible. "Do you think...­_nnf...g-gonna cum..._do you think I could s-show you what I've learned tonight?"

"If you have to ask, still, I don't think you've learned all that much," Tos wasn't afraid to poke the hornet's nest himself, firmly believing that Manick wasn't capable of turning the tables on him. "But, be my guest, if you're so inclined."

Where the thick and powerful canine dominated the situation and simply looked the part of being in control, Manick was a quivering mess, his precum seeping out from the tentacle that housed his member. His limbs were trembling and his tummy was thick with clenching muscles as he tried to fight an impending climax...but he pushed against his improvised bondage all the same, all while keeping the canine buried deep in his rump.

Tos didn't fight back at all, but even then, the wolf was impressed to see Manick push past the wall of tentacles as he climbed into the canine's lap and pushed down against him, panting with orgasmic ecstasy as he fell. "Trust me, I've learned plenty!" he growled, knowing that he'd lose his seed any moment.

His efforts all proved worthwhile, however, when tendrils began emerging from his back, much to Tos' surprise and delight.

"Have you...h-have you _always_been able to do that?" Tos asked, his voice squeaking to a stop as one of the long, slender tentacles wrapped loosely around his neck, before the tip rose up to stare him in the eyes.

The shape of it was undeniable, as he was gazing down at the tip of a cock that had more shaft than any male could ever hope to have, himself.

"Well, I couldn't give away all of my secrets, could I?" Manick suggested, even as one of the tendrils brushed against the canine's backside, sneaking under the gentle fluff of his tail and prodding at his own untested asshole. "Seemed like a n-nice surprise to spring on you..."

Trembling with such bliss that he couldn't fight it anymore, Manick shuddered in place as he eased down the last couple inches of Tos' shaft, his rump delicately sitting in the canine's lap with a satisfying plap. The comforting bliss of being completely filled was just what the feline needed as he threw his head back and mewled with earthly delight, his cum pouring right into the cocksleeve that was the tendril upon his shaft, until the excess began spilling down over Tos' stomach.

"Speaking of surprises," Tos was grinning as he watched Manick seizing up on his flesh, though the gesture brought him closer to his own orgasm than he'd openly admit, "You think you can s-still keep going...a-after squeezing me like that?"

One eye peeked open and gazed down at Tos with new confidence in the pits of its iris, as he gave a weak, but confident nod. "O-oh yeah, puppy...it's my turn to run the show."