No Way Out
Disclaimer: This story contains gay furry sex. If you are underage or are offended by this, turn back now before it's too late!
This story is really... bizzare. I'm not expecting many people to like it, but I wanted to experiment with the idea.
"Hmm..."
The black and white Bengal tiger stood in front of the wall, a scrunched up face above a pensive paw to the muzzle. He rubbed under his chin as he stared at the conundrum placed in front of him. Looking around the square empty room he was in, the tiger continued looking for ways to get out, but all that was present were smooth metallic-looking walls. No windows, no doors, not even a hole in the wall. There was enough space for him to lie down on the floor comfortably from one wall to its opposite while still spreading his arms to its full span. The room was well-lit by a single fluorescent overhead light. It was neither warm nor cold, but the tiger still shivered occasionally. It was a depressingly sterile place, really. Sighing, he put a paw down to scratch his bare ass, his clothes having disappeared before he awoke in this room. He just couldnt figure out what to do.
On the wall he was standing in front of was a red button. Plain and ordinary, it was just like any other button you would see, most often in a movie behind a glass case requiring a key to open. Usually, these kinds of buttons launched a missile or started a self-destruct sequence. But, this red button was not behind a glass case, nor did it require a key to access. Instead, above it was an inscription in the wall saying, "Push to Escape." Below it was another saying, "Do Not Push." Now, from the tiger's personal experience concerning Do Not Push signs, he knew he really should not push that button. But, since it was his only conceivable way out of the room, he was very tempted to press it.
Finally, the tiger resolved his mind. He would push it.
Readying himself for whatever is going to come, he raised his hand and pushed said button. Shutting his eyes tightly, he awaited to explode.
However, he did not explode. Instead, after a few seconds he felt something slimy on his button-pushing finger. Opening his eyes, he saw a shiny blue tentacle extending from a hole on the wall the exact size and location of the missing red button. It was cylindrical in shape with a rounded end as well as being coated by a transparent liquid. The tentacle moved at a snail's pace, slowly wrapping around his finger, leaving its coat of slime on his fur. Catching a glimpse at the inscriptions, he noticed they had changed despite being engraved into the wall. Now they said, "You really shouldn't have done that," and "Now you must accept the consequences". The tiger's eyes widened.
He quickly retracted his paw from the tentacle. Heart racing and brain thumping, the tiger watched the tentacle carefully for any sign of hostility while slowly backing away. The blue tentacle, with a horror-movie-slow pace, snaked its way down the wall and onto the floor. It slithered toward the tiger unwaveringly as he looked around for something to kill it.
With a metallic thump, the tigers back hit the wall opposite the tentacle's hole. Frantically, he patted the wall behind him for any kind of clue as to what to do, but all he felt was smooth metal. Desperately, he pounded on the wall and shouted for help, only to have his cries reverberate around the room and become mocking echoes, taunts that seemed to come from the tentacle still approaching.
Then, the tiger felt another slimy tentacle. Horrified, he looked down to see another blue tentacle wrapping around his waist. Realizing it was coming out of the wall behind him, he quickly backed away only to slip on the first approaching tentacle. With a loud cry and a sharp pain to the back, he landed roughly on the floor. But, he couldnt stay there and try to figure out whats happening for very long because another tentacle appeared from the floor and began wrapping itself around his wrist. The tiger felt the first tentacle reach his ankle and slowly began wrapping itself as well.
Gasping loudly, he quickly stood up and shook off the blue aggressors. Confused and desperate, he backed himself into a corner, hoping it would protect him from this nightmare. Eyes wide with fear, he watched as dozens of blue tentacles slowly poked out of every wall, floor and ceiling and gradually advance towards him. His ophiophobia paralyzed him as he felt trapped in a room full of slimy blue snakes. This time, he didn't even notice the tentacles coming from the walls behind him embracing him tightly.
As the tentacles worked themselves around every part of the tiger's body, they slowly brought him to the very middle of the room, suspending him in midair. Scared out of his mind, the tiger panted and tried to think of a happier place and a happier time. But, he couldnt shake the feeling of slime and constriction as the tentacles started spreading his arms and legs as far apart as they could. He couldnt believe anything happening to him, refused to believe it.
Shutting his eyes tight, he began roaring and thrashing around wildly in a futile attempt to shake off the tentacles. But, they continued to hold onto him, coating the tiger in cold slime.
Amidst his tantrum, another tentacle poked out of the ceiling. It was unlike the others in speed, darting around rapidly, quickly finding its way to its target. As the tiger opened his mouth to roar once more, the tentacle lunged into his mouth, climbing its way down his throat. Gagging a bit at the bitter medicine-like taste, the tiger opened his eyes to find a thick purple tentacle invading his muzzle. But, he seemed a little less concerned over this. In fact, he was less concerned over anything in particular.
The tigers thrashing lessened and eventually died as the purple tentacle made its way through his system, coating his body with its potent slime. The tigers arms and legs relaxed and his eyelids drooped as he entered a state of calm hallucination. Spots and colors appeared before his eyes, which quickly blurred into sexy male furs that disappeared just as fast. A smile creeped onto his white muzzle as the tiger felt as if surrounded by cocks instead of tentacles. Indeed, the tentacles themselves began taking on a penis-like appearance with his drug driven imagination adding the furs onto them. He began licking and sucking at the purple tentacle in his muzzle, loving its bitter taste. He even moaned and bucked his hips.
His own barbed penis began poking out of his sheath, extending to its full length in a matter of seconds. The slimes powerful aphrodisiac took hold of him and wouldnt be letting go anytime soon. Bucking into the open air, he whined loudly in heat, wishing someone or something would take hold of his cock and pleasure him. However, the blue tentacles retreated from that region of his body, much to his disappointment. Instead, another purple tentacle emerged from the floor below the tiger. Reaching the tigers penis, it quickly expanded and engulfed the entire shaft within itself, eliciting a very loud and lust-filled moan from the tiger. It felt as if his cock was thrust into a warm and incredible muzzle, made even warmer in contrast to the cold slime soaking his fur. Firmly attached, the tentacle began squeezing and undulating, massaging the cock with an expert technique.
The tiger completely forgot his predicament as he dreamed a fur was giving him the best blowjob of his life. Getting into the rhythm, he rocked his hips back and forth in time with the tentacles, feeling the horniest hed ever felt. His muffled moans mixed with the tentacles slurps, and the sounds just made him all the hornier. The tentacle squeezed his cock in a wave, starting from the base and moving down to the tip, as if coaxing his seed to come out. Every time it hit the tip of his cock, an amazing jolt of pleasure would run down his spine and he would moan around the tentacle in his muzzle like a bitch in heat.
A third purple tentacle poked out of the wall behind the tiger and made a beeline for his ass. It had no hesitation shoving itself up his hole, its slime a natural lubricant. The tiger shouted a muffled scream as the thick invader penetrated him. It immediately began thrusting in rapid succession, reaching deeper and deeper into the tiger with each push. The hard fucking was unexpected at first, but the tigers drug induced mind quickly adapted to it and he began to enjoy the ride. Soon, the tentacle began pushing on his g-spot, multiplying to the already intense pleasure he was experiencing.
The waves and the thrusting came faster and faster as the tentacle sensed the tigers climax approaching. He wanted to cum; he needed to cum. In fact, he was so close.
Then, he felt another object pressing against his hole. Looking backwards, he saw an egg-shaped object, thicker than the purple tentacle it was in, trying to get into him. Turning his gaze back to the front, he squeezed his anus as much as he can to prevent it from entering. He might be drugged, but he knew it wouldnt be able to fit. But, it just seemed to excite the tentacle even more as it thrust faster as well as putting more effort at pushing the egg into him. The tiger was fighting a losing battle as it slowly began to push into him, stretching his hole to its very limit. He shut his eyes tight and screamed at the pain of the slow invasion, but it soon turned into pleasure as his body quickly adjusted to the girth of the egg. He squeezed his anus again, but this time to get the egg in faster. Once it was fully inserted, the feeling of its weight in him was so amazing that it sent him over the edge.
His climax came with a roar, or at least as much a roar as he could manage with the first tentacle still lodged in his muzzle. The tiger bucked his hips as he shot his seed into the tentacle, still constricting, milking every last drop out of the tigers furry balls. A section of the tentacle expanded and the seed began collecting into it. He shot everything he had into that tentacle. Afterwards, he felt empty and bloated, but it was a good feeling.
When no more cum would come out, the tentacle detached itself from his cock. The tentacles in his mouth and anus exited as quickly as they came in, eliciting a slight gasp from the tiger. He suddenly felt very empty and tired in his afterglow. Head thumping like a bass drum, he dangled suspended by the blue tentacles, panting for breath. His sweat mixed with the slime to create a very sharp odor that started to bring him back down to reality.
The second tentacle holding his cum moved towards his ass. Inserting itself into the spent hole, it started pumping the tigers cum back into his rectum, washing his insides and the egg with his seed. The tired tiger barely took notice. After all his seed had been pumped into him, the tentacles, both purple and blue, unwrapped themselves from him with startling speed and exited out. He fell down to floor with a thud and a groan. The walls became smooth metal again without any sign of damage or the tentacles.
The tiger panted on the floor, trying to recover. Looking up, he saw the red button again set into the wall just like before. But, once again the signs have changed. They now said, "Too bad you pressed that button," and "Now comes the worst part." His face turned into disbelief. It wasnt over yet.
He felt a hissing sound coming from behind him. Looking backwards, his disbelief turned into outright shock as he saw black smoke coming out his ass. Panicking that his bum might be on fire, he turned over and attempted to stand up, but his legs were too weak from the afterglow. Propping himself up on his elbows, he watched as the smoke continued to leak out.
Strangely enough, the smoke wasn't dispersing as gases should, but coalescing into a single form. The tiger watched with wide shocked eyes as it transformed from simple smoke, to a blurry almost fur-like form, to a distinctly smoke-colored tiger.
But not just any tiger, it was him.
The shadow tiger was his height, with his muzzle, with his ears, with his everything. The smoke created a perfect replica of him, although not the same color. The black and white tiger simply stared with mouth agape as his double took complete form. As the last of the smoke joined the rest of its group, the shadow tiger raised his eyelids to reveal glowing red eyes. He grinned a sadist's grin, filled with two rows of sharp black teeth. He growled an animalistic growl, the one showing dominance. The shadow tiger loomed over his thunderstruck counterpart like a nightmare.
The real tiger, recovered from the initial shock, made an effort to kick the shadow tiger's shin, only to have his foot pass right through. He attempted to stand up to at least try running only to have the shadow tiger plant its foot paw, a very real and solid foot paw, down on his chest, forcing him back down. He made a swipe at this foot, only to have his claws pass right through as well. Gasping, he realized the futility of his position. He couldnt run from nor fight this shadow tiger.
Once it was sure he wouldnt try to get up again, it took its foot off and knelt down in front of him. Grabbing hold of the real tigers legs, it hoisted them up over its shoulders into a missionary position and bent over to look him right in the eyes. Those glowing red eyes looking into his snapped something in him; he knew then it was over. He knew what was coming next, and he should just submit.
Growling satisfactorily, the shadow tiger proceeded to shove its now fully erect cock into him. The insertion went smoothly considering previous events, and it began to fuck him raw and hard. The barbs of its cock scraped along his insides, causing the real tiger to cry out in pain. Unlike with the mechanical fucking of the tentacles, the shadow tiger fucked with an animalistic and brutal drive. It was rape. It pistoned its hips in and out with inhuman speed, as if impatient to orgasm. With each thrust, it grunted in effort as the real tiger screamed in pain. Its sweat poured down and mixed with his. He felt absolutely no pleasure, only the brutal pain.
He wanted it to end, but it just wouldnt. Tears rolled down his cheeks; he couldn't stand it for much longer. The barbs were cutting his insides into ribbons. The shadow tiger noticed him crying and licked up his tears, smacking its lips afterwards. He smiled that sadist's grin again.
After a few minutes that felt like a few lifetimes, the shadow tiger hilted. With the real tigers last cry of pain, the shadow tiger bent over to kiss him. The real tiger didnt think anything about it, only that he needed to find some outlet for the pain. He returned the kiss with all the passion and energy he could muster, grabbing the back of its head and thrusting his tongue into its muzzle.
But, he had bigger worries. He felt something between a liquid and a gas being pumped into him as the shadow tiger climaxed. It felt cold, deathly cold. The freezing touch quickly spread from his groin to his legs and up his body. At the same time, he could feel the warmth of his body escaping him from his muzzle. He felt like he was dying. Eyes wide, he heard slight gulping noises coming from the shadow tigers throat. Too late did he realize what happened.
Looking down, he saw that their colors were switching. As the shadow tiger pumped its seed into him, his fur was turning into that smoke-black color, and its fur was turning the rich black and white he used to be.
As the last of the shadow tigers seed dropped into him, it stood up and wiped its mouth. It sighed then burped slightly, as if it just enjoyed a nice cold beer. A slight scent of fruit filled the room. With his last dying moments on the floor, the real tiger saw the shadow tiger walk to the wall. It grabbed hold of the red button and turned it as if it was a door knob, and a door opened into what the tiger noticed was his living room. The shadow tiger now real tiger looked back.
"Thanks," he said. Grinning that sadist's grin, it walked through the door and closed it for good.