[com] Thaylen's Tendrils of Temptation
"Hey uhh... What kind of 'medical research' is this exactly?" Thaylen asked with some uncertainty, and much greater embarrassment while shuffling slightly. While two doctors thoroughly examined the horned, naked tiger, taking a particular interest in him as one of them inscrutably scribbled down notes when they discover he's a cuntboy, retaining the soft, smooth slit of a female, yet still maintaining the look of any other male.
"We're doing a quick assessment Sir, sit still please, the test will begin soon." The female doctor said from behind her breathing mask, and everything else she wore that covered most of her features, almost as if on purpose. Thaylen could tell it was a coyote at least.
"Yes, but - but you haven't told me what the test actually is yet. It's a bit, well..."
The cuntboy said no more when he turned to the male, seeing a stern, intimidating glare from the well-kept rhino, also wearing the same white uniform and safety apparel as his co-worker. "These tests are incredibly important, and you'd do yourself a favour not to ask too many questions. All you need to know is that you belong here, doing this revolutionary research, and you'll be paid in full when completed. Understood?" He asked impatiently, his tone of voice sounding a bit more reasonable, though his words still unsettled the tiger, and he reluctantly agreed. Thaylen now felt well in over his head, and wondered just what kind of people were running these kinds of tests. He already felt oddly humiliated while he stood, knees curved and both hands covering his naked crotch. The cool air conditioning surely didn't help either.
The assessment was quickly finished, and Thaylen was shooed into a large testing chamber, which the observation post looked over from behind thick, specially-made glass, overlooking the area. The room itself looked spotless, other than various strange markings on the floor which appeared to be expertly-made and accurate. A voice then came over the loudspeaker and the researchers began running through so many safety precautions, it sounded like they were about to launch a rocket into orbit. "Initiating first contact now." came the final step. Thaylen was thoroughly terrified now, body tense while the room seemed to change around him. The very air was pushed away from the centre of the chamber, as if even oxygen itself feared the red, distorted glow that formed and rippled in the floor, like a body of water.
Thaylen realised too late that his legs stiffened while he struggled to even comprehend his current reality, feeling encased in concrete whilst thick, slimy, ethereal tendrils pushed through one existence and into another, with green pointed heads - almost phallic in shape, writhing about until the green turned to purple once more coiling tentacles made their way through the inexplicable portal. Blindly yet quickly fumbling around, one of the many appendages was soon to make physical contact with its first victim in this strange new world, each one secreting a clear, slick substance that made Thaylen scream upon feeling the slimy tendrils touch him, his flight response finally kicking in as he tried to bolt in the opposite direction. Unfortunately for him, the tentacle creature wasn't about to let its new play-thing go so easily, instead slipping around his ankle and tripping the cuntboy to the floor with a thud, screams and cries for help simply ignored by the observing scientists from behind thick protective glass.
Clawing desperately at the ground, Thaylen began to hyperventilate, certain that as more and more of the slimy, coloured tendrils brushed and stroked over him, his demise was imminent, or worse; he would be pulled through to whatever backwards dimension this thing was taken from to begin with. His undying resistance would prove futile, already securing his flailing arms and legs before twisting him onto his back while a considerably thickened tentacle made itself known, the heavy appendage flopped onto the tiger's bare fuzz with a soft thump. Slightly winded, Thaylen grunted in response while his struggles weakened and wavered. Finally, his cries and grunts were suddenly silenced when one slimy tendril stuffed itself in his maw, wincing at the gravity of the situation. To his surprise, the taste wasn't that bad at all, being a mix of an oily texture, but a sweet taste. The tiger wanted so badly to give up his struggles, and instead give into the strange, overwhelming desire to submit. Another tentacle showed noticeable interest while it wormed and rubbed against Thaylen's legs. A soft whimper could be heard from the stuffed maw of the cuntboy, yet it was the only objection he had before complying fully out of fear, and spreading his legs for the invasive creature to have easy access to the tiger's soft pink pussy lips.
Drawing a shaky breath, the wide-eyed tiger dug his nails into his palms before letting out a mix of a groan and a whimper, trembling from the blissful sensation of the thick, slimy mass filling his insides and grimacing in disgust from it all. The tentacle was now spreading his pussy apart just right while the tapered tip wriggled and rubbed around, as if inspecting the male's internal hardware. To his own surprise, Thaylen didn't mind. It caused him no pain. In fact, the most worrying part about it all was just how pleasurable and perfectly shaped those tentacles were to fill the deepest caverns of the cuntboy's sweet pussy. At the same time, the tasty oozing tendril in his maw was treated to timid tongue strokes, wondering if he could somehow pleasure the mysterious tentacles, perhaps even reciprocating the abnormal levels of delight and fulfilment he felt.
Overhearing the scientists on the speakers, Thaylen was abruptly reminded that he was definitely not alone with this otherworldly beast. His cheeks flushed a deep, intense red, and instead he began to struggle, desperately wanting to resist the tentacles. The scientists quickly seemed to realise their interruption and after swiftly cutting the comms off, one began ridiculing the other. Thaylen couldn't care less what they were doing though, torn between immense pleasure shared with this new life form, and his own self-worth and dignity, his intense discomfort and sense of uncertainty. The former won, as immense pleasure overtook him from a sudden sensual squirming of the tentacle writhing around inside him, rubbing over every bit of soft pussy flesh the cuntboy had. With a muffled, girly cry, he shamefully felt himself cumming, squirting over the thick tentacle and lubricating it further before it reached its own equivalent of a climax, gushing out a sweet, sticky white fluid that abruptly flooded Thaylen's maw and his pussy, feeling it wash over his insides in sweet lukewarm ecstasy.
To the tiger's displeasure, he would be thoroughly sore both in and out once the creature decided to go for round two, then round three, eventually leaving him with the strong taste and smell of the white juices the tentacles fed him with each orgasm. The scientists were surely enjoying the spectacle, quite possibly for more reasons than just research too. Once finished though, the tentacles unwrapped themselves from Thaylen's tired body and finally allowed the tired feline to rest, leaving him coated in three orgasm's-worth of the alien tentacle's seed, twitching from the vast overstimulation and exhaustion he was feeling. A sudden cosmic whoosh of energy, and the portal was sealed. The tentacles returning to whatever dimension they originated.
Thaylen finds himself stirring, realising he passed out momentarily. He flexed the stretched muscles in his pussy, pumping out globs of streaming cum with each pulsing push while he looked around in a daze. Scientists were now present in the room with him, and the creature had long vanished. "Thaylen, can you hear me?" A feminine voice asked. He couldn't tell which figure it came from with his blurred vision, but both helped move him onto a stretcher they carried in before lifting him up. "Nah, he's completely out of it," A male voice answered. "I think he did pretty damn well for his first try though. I mean, those tentacles were huge..."
"I saw. I'm just looking forward to the future sessions when it gets even more interesting... I bet he'll put on a real good show for us."
Thaylen was finally taken to a comfortable-looking room, decorated at least somewhat, and rested down on a comfortable bed. He would sleep forevermore in that bed, and would call the cold, pale facility walls home. His normal life was stripped away, and he faded from civilisation permanently as just another missing person. In reality, he would take similar tests on an almost-daily basis, being bred under all kinds of extreme and even kinky conditions, with a huge variety of creatures and entities. Most of which Thaylen would never have known were it not for his decision to volunteer for that one day. It was a decision he would never forget, nor regret, as his mind slowly receded. Anything that wasn't related to guzzling down torrents of cum, desperately hilting himself on a nice thick cock from who-knows what creature, or eating out a pussy, ass, he did it all. It surely made things much easier for the researchers to have a glorified, living cocksleeve to perform the tasks required. Especially when those same researchers could often waltz into his room and fuck his slutty pussy right there and then, or have him bury his muzzle in the nice warm folds of another's pussy. It was truly, where he belonged.