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The creature awoke with a start. It listened to the noise for a moment, staying completely silent and motionless itself. It was just the female coming home, though; there was nothing to worry about. The creature relaxed, squirming and stretching its tentacles a bit within the confines of its hiding place.

It had learned, through plenty of trial and some error, that its potential victims almost never looked under the bed. The ones who did check under the bed always turned out to be too young and undeveloped anyway. But the mature ones? Never.

Which was good, considering the time it needed to grow and prepare for mating with a female and how difficult it would be to move all that extra bulk around to avoid detection. And this female called for a bit more preparation than most. She had the largest body size of any female the creature had targeted, for one. Judging by her scent, she was also among the healthiest and most fertile of them. The creature intended to take full advantage of everything she offered.

It did have to hurry a bit, though. No males had visited the apartment since the creature arrived, but it still detected a masculine scent on her at times. Luckily, there were no changes in her scent or appearance to indicate that she had been impregnated by him, but the possibility of her being spoiled was still rather worrying. Not that it had to worry much longer, though.

The thing was finally ready, and if she was still untainted when she got into bed tonight...

It had already been dark for quite a while by the time Tresca got back to her apartment. She and everyone else at the office had a particularly long and hectic day, what with scrambling to salvage whatever data they could while the network said goodbye to the cruel world around it. Probably something Mark had picked up while browsing for porn again, she thought... But in any case, it did mean that she had the next day off so the IT people could work in peace. And the next day after that was Saturday, and Monday was a holiday, so she now had a four-day weekend to look forward to.

But at the moment, she was tired and just wanted to get sleep. The tigress stripped down for bed, leaving on only her panties. Tresca tended to sleep topless because, well, she just liked to. Her breasts were a healthy F size, though she never had any real trouble managing them without a bra. Having a rather tall and well-built body that actually matched those proportions probably helped.

Yawning, Tresca turned off the bedside lamp and slipped under the covers. It didn't take too much time, stressful day she'd had, for her to drift off into sleep. The thing under her bed waited patiently as it listened to her breathing slow down. And when it figured she was pretty soundly asleep, a few smooth, dark blue tentacles began to creep up from its hiding place.

Two tentacles hovered over her upper body, poised to grab at her wrists when the moment came. They were soon joined by a third that took more of an interest in her face. Several more crawled up under the covers, one of them eliciting a moan from Tresca when it brushed up against her thigh.

Excellent! The perfect female was still... Perfect! No unusual fluids, no male scent, no change in the scent she produced herself-she was still untainted and ready. Now, to begin... Oh, but a few more tentacles up there would help, she was a big one.

Tresca began to stir as the first tentacles casually looped themselves around her wrists. She opened her eyes just in time to see the one hovering over her face dart into her open mouth and down her throat. She choked and tried to grab at it, only to have her wrists gripped tight and held down as more tentacles wrapped around her arms. A few more under the covers took care of her thrashing legs.

She tried to scream, but the sound that came out was too muffled for anyone to hear. While she could still manage to breathe around the tentacle in her throat, it effectively blocked any sort of vocalizations. The trapped feline bit down on it and continued to struggle, kicking her legs and trying to pull free of the surprisingly strong tentacles, while more and more of them appeared to help restrain her. One even took hold of her tail.

Soon, Tresca could barely move any part of her body. The struggle was already beginning to exhaust her, and none of the tentacles had even loosened their grasp. And her teeth hadn't even scratched the one probing her throat, as its flesh yielded like soft rubber. She was completely and utterly helpless.

Tresca slowly let her limbs relax. There was nothing she could do, so she might as well save her energy... And then she felt the tentacle in her throat begin sliding deeper down into her esophagus. She flew into a panic again, letting out another gurgled scream and thrashing-or at least attempting to thrash-her limbs about. The tentacles responded by simply tightening their grip. Tresca was pretty strong, yes, but they were stronger.

She relaxed her body again and let the tentacle settle into her stomach, though her heart was still pounding. She tried to force herself to calm down. This couldn't be real, anyway. She'd been watching too much tentacle porn lately, and now her brain was coughing it back up in her sleep. That was it. But she wouldn't be thinking this clearly if it was only a dream...

Tresca whimpered. She could feel the tentacle in her stomach beginning to pump some sort of liquid into her. What it was for, she had no idea. It was starting to make her feel a little sick, though.

Two more tentacles crept up onto the bed to play with her breasts while she was being filled. They coiled around the huge orbs, gently squeezing and massaging them while caressing Tresca's nipples with their tapered ends. Tresca moaned and squirmed.

As wrong as the situation was, she had to admit that this was beginning to feel kinda good. She was also beginning to feel just a little needy. A couple waves of heat washed over her body, heightening her sense of pleasure and arousal. Silently she wished for the tentacles to continue on and please the rest of her body, then silently wondered what was wrong with her for thinking that right now.

The creature would have been giggling excitedly if only it were able to. The female had put up some initial resistance, like most, but had quickly calmed down and was now responding quite well to the drugs it was pumping into her stomach. It listened to her soft moans and drank in the scent of her arousal, reveling in how... Wait, why was it picking up a male scent? Was there a male in the apartment? It couldn't hear or sense any. Maybe it was just something left in the sheets that it hadn't noticed before.

The thing simply shrugged-figuratively speaking-and moved on with the mating.

Tresca felt a couple new tentacles brushing up against her legs as they headed for her crotch. They took their time, rubbing against her inner thighs to make her more excited. Tresca figured the thing must like teasing its victims if it was moving this slow. They eventually reached her panties, which were promptly ripped clean off. The ruined clothing was dragged away and discarded on the floor at the foot of her bed.

With the way cleared, the tentacles closed in, eagerly slithering around and embracing her balls and sheath. Then they froze. Even the tentacles playing with her breasts paused for a long moment before slowly starting up again.

The creature was now officially confused. This was definitely a female. It knew from playing with them that the breasts were real. Their owner also looked, sounded, and smelled like a female. But she had a pair of balls and a sheath with a rapidly-swelling cock emerging from it. At least now it knew where that male scent had been coming from this whole time...

It felt around with one tentacle under Tresca's balls on the off chance that the male bits were merely an added extra. It slid down her taint and between her cheeks, finding only an anus before it ran into the base of her tail. No no, that couldn't be. It felt over the spot again a few more times. Balls, anus, balls, anus, balls, anus, balls, anus. No sign of a warm, inviting female sex to slide into. Damn it!

Well, it was a little too late now to go find another victim, so it would just have to make do with this one...

The tentacle teasing at her rear forced a muffled squeal out of Tresca. Its tapered end began to leak a slick fluid as it squirmed and probed its way inside, finding little resistance thanks to Tresca's experience with anal play and the increasing eagerness the drugs instilled in her. Still, the tentacle's owner wanted to be absolutely sure things would go as smooth as possible. Instead of plunging straight in, the tentacle playfully slipped in and out, lube continuing to trickle out and coat everything inside and around her tailhole.

While that was going on, another tentacle looped around Tresca's throbbing feline cock, which was already leaving quite a mess of precum in the sheets. It squirted out more of that slick lube as it spiraled up and engulfed her shaft in its coils, leaving just the head poking out. Then it began to slide up and down over her cock, slowly at first, but with increasing speed. Tresca shuddered and moaned as the pleasure overwhelmed her, gradually shoving all her thoughts and worries about the situation out of her mind.

The other tentacle now had Tresca's rump quite thoroughly soaked and was smoothly humping her in time with the coiled tube stroking over her malehood. She could feel her orgasm beginning to build already; she would have been slowing down by this point if she were pleasing herself, but the tentacles kept going, stimulating her almost to the point of physical pain as her climax approached. Eyes shut, her muscles tensed up, her back arching as her body prepared to release.

And then the tentacles stopped completely. The two massaging her breasts, the one buried in her rear, and the one gripping her cock all froze at the very last possible moment. Tresca's cock twitched spastically while the muscles in her groin strained to squeeze out her orgasm, but to no avail. The crescendo gradually faded, her unsatisfied member calmed down, and her body relaxed and went limp. Her eyes opened halfway and stared blankly at the ceiling, her brain producing nothing more coherent than a sense of just how unfair that had been, and how much she needed to cum.

This technique was something the tentacle creature had perfected as a way to make its victims submit. Luckily, it still worked with this one's somewhat unfamiliar anatomy. Tresca's mind was now blank save for her burning desire for pleasure and orgasm. All her initial panic and fear had completely disappeared, and rational thought was practically impossible. Anything the creature did to her now, so long as the right nerves were being tickled in the process, would be ecstatically welcomed.

Tresca felt the tentacle in her ass slide out, squirting out more of the lube as it did so. She let out a muffled squeal when it then darted back between her cheeks and filled her rectum in one quick thrust. It pulled back slightly and pushed forward again, stopping a few inches deeper in. Another thrust found the probe buried a little over a foot inside her.

The tentacle pushed forward again without pulling back, and then again and again. It continued burying itself deeper and deeper, the thrusts coming faster and faster. Tresca moaned and squirmed in pleasure at the strange new feeling, inch after inch of the slick appendage slipping through her tailhole and rubbing against her prostate as it filled her. She could feel the tentacle pushing deeper into her belly, stretching out her insides as it went.

But it had to stop again rather soon. It felt Tresca's muscles clamping down around it as she rose toward climax once more. The tentacle paused a few feet in and waited for her body to calm down. Her muscles slowly relaxed after a couple spurts of precum, and then the tentacle resumed its intrusion.

It continued on a while longer, eliciting plenty of whines and groans from its victim. Tresca's mind was free of any thoughts about how wrong this all was, concentrating instead on how great it felt to be continually entered and how strangely arousing it was to have this tentacle snaking its way deeper into her, so deep... Her member, still wrapped in the coiled tentacle, throbbed and poured more precum into the already messy sheets. She wanted this to be finished so badly...

Tresca growled softly in frustration when the tentacle finally stopped. It must have had at least twice her own body height of length inside her, but she was sure it could still go deeper. It had to, unless the other tentacles decided to start back up. She squirmed in their grasp and tried to push her hips down on the tentacle invading her belly, trying to force more of it inside.

Then she felt a bulge pressing its way past her cheeks and against her tailhole, some swelling in the tentacle being forced inside her. Her tail fluttered in ecstasy when it slowly pushed in, her hole stretching out around its width as it entered her. It slipped past the widest point and was quickly swallowed up as her tailhole closed behind it. She felt the lump slip past her prostate and up into her bowels.

Tresca soon felt another one pressing at her rear while the first continued along the winding path to the tentacle's end. What were these? They felt so... Eggs!, she thought, just as the second was suddenly engulfed and squeezed against her prostate, causing her cock to twitch and spurt out more pre as waves of pleasure washed over her. The creature was impregnating her!

Just that thought alone, planted and nurtured in her now sex-obsessed mind, began pushing her to the edge. Sensing this, the creature wrapped one of its tentacles tightly around the top of her scrotum and tugged at her balls. Tresca let out a quick muffled scream at the sudden pain. It wasn't much, but it was enough to stop her climax instantly. The tigress thrashed around and kicked her legs, forcing the tentacles to tighten their grip on her again.

Tresca did start to calm down a bit, though, when the tentacles around her breasts started to gently squeeze and massage them again. Their tips flicked at her nipples and secreted a little bit of that slimy fluid, making them feel somewhat like tongues caressing her. The tentacle wrapped around her cock also pitched in, sliding up her length and then giving her a quick jerk just as the third egg was beginning to spread her rear. She shuddered from the sensation, her tailhole squeezing hard and forcing the egg back just a little bit.

The creature pulled at her balls slightly harder, not enough more to make her scream again, but enough to keep her from cumming quite yet. It let the third egg enter and make its way past her prostate and out of her rectum before it loosened its pull on her balls and resumed pawing her off. It stroked her slowly, building her up toward climax, but tugged at her scrotum whenever she got too close.

It paused again when the fourth egg was stuffed into her, waiting for it to get past her prostate before going back to stroking over her twitching member. It continued on this way, jerking her off and tugging at her balls to prevent her from reaching climax, with a short pause to let each egg in. Tresca began to buck her hips when it was masturbating her, trying to fuck the smooth tentacle coiled around her cock. She squealed in delight as each egg squeezed between her butt cheeks and spread her hole wide before being swallowed up into her.

Her stomach gradually swelled from all the eggs being squeezed into her, giving her the appearance of being a few months pregnant. The tentacle was also beginning to pull back out a little after pushing each one into her. Tresca's mind was flooded with all the pleasure she was feeling; the slick tentacles massaging her nipples; the kinky idea of being impregnated; the bulges being inserted into her and pressing against her prostate; the weirdly pleasant sensation of the tentacle shifting around inside her and slipping back out of her rear; and especially the slick tentacle spiraled around and sliding up and down her cock. She could feel her heartbeat throughout her whole body, while waves of warm pleasure washed over her. If only that tentacle would let go of her balls...

The tentacles didn't pause for the next egg to enter her. The tentacle pawing her off began to speed up as her ass was spread wide again. The orb slipped inside her, filling up her rear, and still the creature continued to masturbate her faster and faster. Her balls were gripped tighter and pulled a little harder, just barely preventing her from hitting orgasm. The egg gradually passed by her prostate and up inside her to join the rest.

The coil around her cock kept going as the last egg began pressing into her ass. And the tentacle gripping her balls finally let go. The slight pain that had kept her from finishing faded away, leaving only the intense pleasure. Tresca felt her groin muscles tighten as her climax rose. Her tailhole spread wide around the last egg as it was pushed in.

It suddenly slid into her, her ass closing behind it, the bulk of the egg pressing right against her prostate while her cock was being milked. Tresca screamed as loud as she could around the tentacle stuffed into her throat as she finally peaked, her whole body tensing up and her back arching her body into the air. Streams of her cum shot straight through the sheets and rained down on her face and headboard.

The tentacle around her cock continued to stroke her furiously while she came, forcing her peak even higher. Her groin muscles ached, but continued to squeeze and push and force out more streams of cum. The stimulation was greater than anything she ever could have imagined. It blocked out her other senses, filling her vision with a brilliant white light while the world around her went silent.

Some time later, the sensations began to fade, and Tresca found herself slowly fading back into the real world. Nearly her whole body was sore, her fingers and toes tingled, her balls and cock were numb, and she felt an intense heat all over. As she came to, the tentacle in her throat gently pulled out, leaving her to gasp and pant freely. The one in her ass did likewise, her stretched and sore hole able to close only partway as it exited. Her limbs were released. A single tentacle gently brushed over her swollen, egg-filled stomach before disappearing back under the bed with the others.

Hot, exhausted, and covered with cum and slime, Tresca closed her eyes and purred as she drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face.