For Science!! Technically...
Disclaimer: This story contains homosexual rape, abduction, and generally illegal stuff. Do not read if you are uncomfortable with the content. I am not liable for anything---BLA. Be responsible, bascally. =)
One day a mid-20's black with red stripes Tasmanian Tiger Wolf was walking in the downtown district of a busy city late at night after coming back from a night-shift job to make extra money for himself. He was walking on mostly a calm road, maybe a person here or there, but nobody in particular. The street was also dimly lit. He was very cautious, but did not expect anything. But suddenly a huge, dark shape loomed out of a black alleyway not 10 feet in front of him. His reaction took a moment to kick in, and he saw the figure raise it's muscular arm. The wolf turned and ran, trying to get away as fast as possible. Behind him there was a faint, air like sound, and a stinging pain on his right shoulder blade. He ignored it and continued to run, but soon felt dizzy and his vision started to blur. Soon he lost his balance and feel to the ground. Although unharmed, he was quickly loosing conciousness, and his vision started to blacken. Soon he was totally out, and the figure loomed over him, and eventually picked him up and carried him off into the dark alleyway.
The wolf awoke, grobby, dissoriented, and unable to see if talk. He could breathe, hear, and touch, but when he tried to move, he felt his arms and legs restrained with something. He also was pressed face down against something hard and horizontal. His heart rate quickened, panic setting into him, and he could feel something in front of his face. He realized he was hooded, the dark fabric blocking his sight. He was also gagged with what seemed to be a ball, with leather straps fastened tightly around his muzzle. It was coated with his saliva, and he realized there was a puddle under his chin and was matting down his face fur. Immediately he started to writhe against his unseen restraints, but they held firm. That was when he realzed something else--he was totally naked. His sheath was sandwiched between him and the surface, and his balls dangled down between his open legs. He pressed his tail between his legs to try and cover himself from sight and humiliation. He tried to whimper and whine but the huge gag lodged in his muzzle almost kept him from breathing. Suddenly he heard hoofs on a stone floor, the telltale *clomp* of a large animal... And all of a sudden blinding light flooded his vision and he writhed, squinting as his eyes burned from the sudden change, his pupils constricting trying to get used to the new light. There was a large light focused right on his face, for a reason he didn't understand. Writhing around, twisting, trying to get wind of the situation he saw his captor as he stepped in front of him. He was a huge horse, scarring on his muzzle, horribly menacing eyes, and strong enough to break a furry in half. Suddenly he leaned in and whispered in the tiger wolf's ear:
"I'm going to take the gag out so we can talk. Don't bother screaming, this place is 15 meters underground, lined with lead and steel. Nobody will know you're here, and nobody will hear you. You might as well save your breath for when it's needed. Understood?"
The tiger wolf flattened his ears and nodded slowly, the thought of being able to do nothing slowly sinking in, flat panic running through his body. But he could hardely breathe, and having that gag off would at least allow him to try and negotiate. The horse moved around him again, and he started to panic, but then he could feel the leather straps being loosened one by one, and the ball gag was finally removed, the tiger wolf gasping for air, his back rising and falling heavily as he sucked in air and tried to speak.
"Please... Take my money, anything... Just leave me alone, I have nothing of value, what do you gain by keeping me here or killing me??"
The tiger wolf said, fear and desperation dripping from his voice. The horse stepped back in front of him, the tiger wolf's eyes following him, still breathing heavily.
"I do not want your money, and I do not want your life. The only thing I want is to use your body. You will walk away from this with no memory of the events, and with everything you came here with, and will wake up at the exact spot you fell."
"But what are you going to do with me?? I don't want you to use me for anything!! Please! Just take my money...!"
The tiger wolf screamed with fear, but the wolf gave no answer, and walked out of the field of view. Suddenly there was a click, and the table began to move vertical, the tiger wolf, fear stricken, renewed his struggles against his steel restraints, stopping at a 45 degree angle, suspended by his wrists and ankles, totally helpless.
"Please!! I beg you, don't do anything to me! Why are you doing this to me??"
There was no answer to this question. There was only an answer to a question that was never asked.
"I'm a plant engineer. But that's just an outside shell, I'm supposed to be making plants better for the world, but I have a different interest... Did you know that the one, sure fire way to tell if something has an independant mind is to see if it has a desire for sex? I have been trying to create a plant that was actually living, with muscle control, a central nervous system and so forth... Basically a living animal in itself. I have done so, but it has been erradic, volatile and most of all violent... I have not been able to experiment on myself for those reasons. I needed something to experience on, something that if it never came back, nobody would miss... And so I targeted that specific street, on that specific time, and guess who walked by--you. I'm going to set this plant on you, let it do to you what it pleases. You no longer have a say. Your choice was made when you walked down that street, now it is my turn. Let me just give a few words of advice though..." The horse leaned in closer to the tiger wolf's ear, and said in a hushed whisper-- "The plant has no feelings, it has no sympathy--it only follows what it wants. If it wants to do something to you that will kill you, it will. And if it does what I hope it will do to you, it is quite large, and I have no idea how deep or long it will go for. Good luck."
The tiger wolf's eyes widened, now realizing through his haze of fear what the plant may do to him. He screamed, thrashed, begged, whines, cried in utter fear.
"Please! I beg you, don't do this!! I'll do anything you want, just not this!! Please!! Don't let this THING rape me!! Pleehehesse!!"
Tears started to roll down the tiger wolf's face as he sobbed, locked to this board, his legs spread, a light in his face to see his reactions to the finest detail, his tail between his legs still trying to save himself embarrassment. But there was nobody there to listen. The horse was gone, he could feel it... But he heard something metallic sound like it slid open, and something slimy squelching and slithering like a snake across the floor. He panicked, started writhing again, screaming for help, for something to save him.
"Please... NO!!! Please, oh God please no!! Don't do this!! Somebody! Help me!! Pleaaaaaase!!"
He could feel it on his ankles, cold, slimy, dripping tentacles sliding up his legs. Suddenly there were many more, some wrapping around his arms, neck, muzzle, midsection, more around his ankles, sides, chest, back... They were all over him. One wrapped tightly around his neck and around his muzzle, and the next time when he opened to give a scream it took the chance.
"Please, he--!!!"
He was cut off by the tentacle sliding easily into his maw, constricting around his neck as it forced more of it down his throat, more and more. He could feel it gliding down his esophogus, the sickening slime and wetness of it making its entry easy as it opened his mouth wide, his muffled desperate screams echoing around the room as it slipped into his stomach, but it didn't stop there. He could feel more and more of it slip down his throat, and he could feel it start to knot itself up in his stomach, making itself impossible to withdraw unless it had consent. More and more of it dripped down his throat, eventually filling his stomach with itself, a good five feet of it knotted and coiled in his stretching stomach as tears streamed down his face and it constricted around his neck, taking entire control of him. He tried to give off screams but was silenced by the constriction and the slow penetration of even more down his throat, the ball in his midsection becoming more painful with every more inch pushed in. He tried to calm himself to keep it from pushing more in, but was quickly sent into a panic again as a small one wrapped tightly around his tailbase, lifting his tail from his balls and tailhole, uncovering it for all to see and use. One easily slipped around his center and caught his tail in it, constricting horribly, holding him in place as his tail was pinned, hiked high. The little tentacle moved off his tailbase and pointed at his tight hole, and sprayed a cold, extremely goey liquid over it, sopping his ass down and having the excess drip down his balls and thighs. Immediately all the tentacles in that area began to move eraddically over the slime, slipping over, squeezing and playing with his testicles, sheath, ass, inner thighs, taint and most importantly his tailhole. He writhed with panic, trying to scream but the tentacle around his throat and lodged deep into his stomach kept him from it. Suddenly all those messing with his tailhole departed and began fondling with his balls and sheath. He relaxed a little, but was soon to be cringed up with fear when he felt a massively thick, non-tapered, slime coated tentacle entwine around his left leg, slowly making it's way up his thigh, matting his fur down with it's wetness as it did so. The tiger wolf knew it wanted him, and he struggled desperately to try and free himself, but to no avail. He could only envision the tentacle climing towards his lubed hole. It seemed to be a good 3"-4" in diameter, non-tapering in the length past maybe 5", the perfect penetrating design... Engineered to take it's pray in one fashion, under the tail.
It made it's way up his ass, pausing slightly to fondle his balls, stroke his sheath, and wrap around his tailbase once before rubbing up against his hole, slicking it up with it's own slime. It positioned itself at his entrance, the thin tip just barely pressing in, eliciting a whine from the stuffed muzzle of the tiger wolf. He closed his eyes, locked his joints, and branced himself for the plants sick desires... He felt the spasm through the rest of it wrapped around his leg, like how a snake slithers, the fluid movement traveling up the length like a tsunami coming for shore... And hitting powerfully. The tentacle slammed itself into him, not even stopping for a moment. Tears hit the table in rapid concession as the tentacle slid rapidly into him, squelching obscenely as it slipped into him, stretching him wide, forcing itself into him--raping him. Within moments it ended it's taper, but it didn't stop--it began to slither in with a constant movement, pushing itself in farther and farther with ever moment. Soon it brushed by his prostate, causing the tiger wolf to moan in ecstacy and his cock to appear out of it's sheath. The tentacles didn't take one moment to respond. Immediately a small one slid up into his cock, and drove itself home. The tiger wolf screamed as stinging pain shot through his cock, the small tentacle doing the same as the one in his stomach--once it got into his bladder, it shoved more and more of itself in, knotting and coiling up as to not be removed until it wants to be. The tiger wolf was in utter agony... His stomach was inflated from the huge amount of thick tentacle knotted inside of him, a long tentacle knotted inside of his bladder, causing extreme pain inside him and a feeling of a massively full bladder, and a unimaginably thick, long, slimy tentacle wrapped around his left leg, sliding up under his pinned tail, stretching him wide and continuing to fill his bowels with it's thick length. It was well past his prostate now, a good two feet of it bulging inside of his colon. A constant pleasure erupted from his prostate, keeping him hard for the tentacle in his cock, because of the constant pressure and movement over it from the massively huge length stuck in his ass. Soon he instinctively began to buck his hips against the table because of the stimulation of his prostate, moaning loudly. But to his utter horror the tentacle under his tail slammed forward with extreme force, swallowing more than a foot and a half into his hole at once. He tried to scream again but only tears could come out, clenching his eyes shut as he was violated deeply. He could feel it's cold tip press against every curve in his intestines, and eventually figuring out the maze, and sliding another good 8 inches or so before stopping to turn itself again. It continued it's conquest deep into his depths, a huge length of 6 or more feet having been locked and intertwined in his bowels. If one were to guess, they would think that a good 15 feet of tentacle were lodged inside of his body by this time.
And there would only be more.
Suddenly there was a deep, dull pain inside of him. The large tentacle had come across the junction between his large intestine and small intestine, and was forcing it open... The tapered end slipping through and gradually stretching the muscle. Then horribly, like the first thrust into the poor tiger wolf, he could feel the thrust much before it arrived... He could feel it slide up his leg, through his spincter, and all the way through his small intestine. It took a good 15 seconds it was so far into him. Then it came... He felt it push heavily, stretching the muscle wider and wider, until finally it was through. The muffled screams of deep, searing, dull pain resonating through the room, the river of tears dripping down the table, matting his fur all the way down to his sheath as the tentacle slid through the opening and continued through his large intestine, moving faster than before, and he could feel ever movement through him... It felt like he had some huge parasite crawling through his body, the pain and horrible feeling relentless as it slipped and glided through his entire abdominal cavity. Finally it came to the entrance to the stomach, and began pressing in. Again, the same horrible dull pain from deep within his body... Like he was going to explode... But the entrance came much easier, and with a few small pushed it was through, joining the knotted and curled tentacle still inside his stomach. The tiger wolf threw his head back as it finally passed, and slipped into his stomach. More and more piled in there, the pain increasing with every second was his belly was pushed out with the amount of tentacle and juices from them inside of it. Suddenly there was an intense writhing within his stomach. The tentacle going through his esophogus was untangling itself, writhing around inside of him. The tiger wolf thrashed as the tentacles squirmed inside of him, like a huge bug trying to escape... Eventually it stopped, but was replaced by both tentacles knotting themselves together inside of him, intertwining with each other inside of his body, unable to be removed even by force. Finally they stopped, and the tiger wolf relaxed his muscles as the movement died down and eventually stopped. He knew they were tied toegther... He knew they were locked inside of him. He felt like just a tool... Like something that was just used to carry an egg for some alien race, expandable... He felt so low, like a slave... Here he was, locked against his will, a tentacled knotted and locked inside of his penis, another wrapped around his neck, able to break it at any moment, and thrust down into his stomach, locked together with another that threaded through his entire intestinal trackt, entering under his tail... It was so enbarrassing, degreading, humiliating... It was absolutely horrible. Tears stained his face, the table, and his chest fur, from pain of entry into him from all 3 holes, and from the utter humiliation of being used like a slave, of being the host of some abomidable parasite.
His mind was jerkey back to the reality of a tentacle speared all the way through him, and one knotted in his bladder as he felt the tentacles start to expand inside of him. He started squirming, he didn't know what was going to happen. Were they going to expand to a point where he would just explode? The hose said that if it wanted to kill him, it would, in any which way it liked. The tiger wolf though this was it, and braced himself for the most painful death he could have imagined... But it never came. Instead, about about a centimeter of inflation on the tentacles in his ass and throat, and a few millimeters in his urethra, they stopped. he was puzzled, but thankful it didn't kill him. But then a pulse was sent through all 3 of the tentacles... Like when the one in his ass had to go through the 3 barriers, but different. It felt like it was locking itself up, becoming stiff. Then it hit him. All 3 tentacles gushed hot thick ooze into his bladder and stomach. His eyes widened as it hit, gallons upon gallons of the ooze flowing relentlessly into him, the ooze eventually using all the left over free space in his stomach, causing it to expand more, painfully. He clenched his eyes as his bladder was also filled to capacity, and the thick hot slime started to spray from his cock around the tentacle as it continued to unleash a torrent of this disgusting liquid. His stomach expanded more and more--it looked like he was pregnant. he felt about to burst from the extreme pressure of more than 20 feet of thick tentacle inside of him, and more than 4 gallons of this hot slime filled him. Finally they felt like they stopped, and muffled sobs of pain, fear, and humiliation could be heard. Then all 3 tentacles started to writhe within him once again, and he could only start to cry even more, fearing what could possibly be next... The did this for about 30 seconds, writhing and squirming like worms inside of him, and then he could feel it--They were releasing him. He could feel all 3 tentacles start to pull out, slowly at first, then quicker than he could have thought. The one in his bowels slithered back out of his stomach, letting half of the liquid come with it, filling his bowels as it passed back through his large intestine, and through that barrier, and back through to maze of his small intestine. He could feel it the entire way, how it left his bowels stretched and used... The one left in his stomach began to pull out as well, carrying his juices and it's own with him, the five feet of tentacle quickly pulling out as the one in his ass did the same, although not at once. The one in his cock began to slip out as well, and the tiger wolf thew his head back and screamed as loud as he could with the retreating tentacle pulling from his stomach as the most horrible searing pain he had ever felt came from his cock as the small tentacle slid out as quick as the others. Somehow all 3 managed to come out at once, as if on cue, and the most grotesque scene followed... (It is grotesque, so if you are squicked by things coming out from everywhere don't read.)
He could feel the mix of urine and slime in his bladder start to spray from his cock against the board, matting down his fur all over his stomach and thighs, giving off the most sickening odor he had smelt in his life, and it wouldn't stop soon. It kept coming, mostly the slime, for quite some time, his bladder finally emptying of the sick substance. The smell didn't help his gag reflex either, and when the tentacle down his throat finally emerged, a torrent of stomach contents followed it. The rancid tasting and foul smelling substance came up from this stomach and splattered against the table in front of him with grunts and gagging noised from the tiger wolf, covering his face and chest with the disgusting mixture. And finally the tentacle under his tail emerged, carrying with it a flood of the fluif from the tentacle, the horribly smelling substance flowing from his gaping hole, spraying out onto the floor and table under him, and covered his testicles and thighs with it, the hot gooey liquid staining and matting his fur. The tentacles retreated, not desiring to clean anything from their victim as they retracted into the depths from whench they came.
Finally his stomach was deflated, he could breath again, and the massive pain in his bladder had gone... He was so happy to be alive, and to have the torture overwith finally. It was the most horrible experience of his life. He could not keep consiousnes long after the tentacles left him, the ordeal too much for him to bear, covered with a mixture of his own fluids and the creatures sick discharge. Finally he was free from the pain, his eyes closer, and he grew limp in his shackles, seemingly lifeless on the table, covered with foul smelling liquids... Soon the horse came back into the room with the unconcious tiger wolf. He came over to his face, and gently stroked his muzzle, and said mostly to himself:
"Thank you... For enduring that..."
He unlocked the shackles, and gently carried the wolf tiger in his muscular arms off to take care of him...
The wolf tiger woke up face down on the sidewalk and sat up, looking around cautiously. He had a small headache, and he rubbed his head trying to remember what happened. All he could remember was he was walking down this street, and for some reason he ran... He stood up and looked around, and couldn't find anything suspicious... He checked his wallet, cell phone and keys--they were all still there, just as he had left them. Strange, thought the wolf tiger. He must have had some kind of weird delusion from staying out too late that night, and ran, then tripped... And must've hit his head on the pavement and got knocked out for a while. Luckily nobody took the time to take anything from him. Either way, he was fine and he shrugged, and carried on home.
The next year there was this horse plant engineer who won some great prize for making an actual living plant, with muscle control and a central nervous system and an actual brain. One of the most reveered line in his winning speech was this:
"Do you know the one, sure fire way to tell if something has an independant, centralized mind...?"
*Cue dramatic music and credits*