Dreams of a horny wox
A gentle Spring breeze blew through the open window, passing the billowing curtains, and crossing over the slender, half-naked body of the young wox (half wolf, half fox) named Fhang, as he laid on his bed, staring up at his ceiling. It was an unusually warm night for that time of year, so instead of covering himself up with blankets, he let the balmy air of late April comfort him as he sprawled across his mattress, eyes beginning to droop from sleepiness. The breeze continued in the darkness, lightly fluffing his tan chest fur and the softer, grey fur of his belly. It was a cool and relaxing sensation. Much welcomed, compared to the usual stale warmth of his room. Closing his eyes, he spread his legs apart slightly, allowing the breeze to blow past his tight, black, boxer-briefs, concealing a modest bulge. The wox inhaled, then let out a long, content sigh. It was a nice feeling, and the stimulation down there increased the vague horniness he had begun to feel awhile ago when his thoughts had drifted to a certain memory of a crazy encounter he had with a strange, tentacle-ridden plant (or whatever it was), quite a few months back. He could recall the events of that day as clearly as if it had happened just yesterday...a memory often accompanied by a throbbing erection, and a wet splotch of precum on his shorts, which he would almost always attend to with gleeful enthusiasm, sometimes making the walk to the secluded spot in the city park just to do it...the very place in which he had experienced his lustful run in with nature. As much as he tried, though, he never did find that odd plant again. No matter how hard he searched, it couldn't be found. It was as if it had only been there to relieve him of his...specail tension, then disappear forever until some other horny guy would come its way. All Fhang was left with was was arousing memories, and the erections which they resulted in. Much like what he was dealing with now. Normally, he would've just pulled down his boxers and pawed away. But tonight...he let out a half yawn/half sigh. Tonight he felt just too tired to masturbate, even if he was getting hornier by the minute. Besides, it was getting rather late. It was a rare occurance, and he hated to admit it, but for once, he just felt too lazy to paw off. I'll deal with it tomorrow... was his last thought, as the breeze from outside carried him off into a deep and relaxing sleep.
Fhang struggled in the air, gagged and bound by an army of tentacles. He knew he should be alarmed, but somehow this scene felt familiar to him, and so he submitted to his captors will, which apparently invovled stripping him of his clothing and restraining every part of him, from his tan, fluffy tail, which was held up to his back, to his legs, which were bound together, to his arms, which were pressed against his side. Tentacles coiled around his body, rubbing and caressing sensously. One in particular wound its way up his body to his mouth, which he greeted and started to suck on, as he had done so in the past hundred times he was in this dream. He looked down, and noticed without surprise that he was already sporting a large, yearning erection. He was so horny....he squirmed within the tentacles' grasp in excited anticipation of what he knew was about to happen...
Hours had passed after he had fallen asleep. The dreaming wox twitched as he laid face down, his cock firmly pressing up against the mattress. Every now and then a shiver would spread through his unconcious body, echoes of the enticing massage he was recieving from the tentacles in deep realm of dreams in his mind. A loud snore erupted from his agape mouth, tounge hanging out, accompanied by a strong twitch, sending one of his legs off the side of the bed. A couple more twitches like that, and he'd be close to falling off completely...
A tentacle was poking around his tail-hole now, lubing the area up with its strange, slimy qualities. He would be wagging his tail in excitement if it wasn't held captive like the rest of his appendages. The fact that his legs were held tightly together made didn't seem to make it more difficult for the tentacle to enter him. Actually, it slid in quite easily, filling him almost completely, without any pain. In dreams, it seems, anything is possible. The wox moaned, muffled by the tentacle in his mouth. This was only the beginning, any minute now the tentacle in his ass would start to- Right on cue, he started to get fucked. Slowly, at first, but then picking up in pace as he got used to it. He had felt it a hundred times over, but with each dream, it felt like new. The combination massage/fuck he was recieving never got old.
Fhang swayed his butt in the air, as if teasing a lover in bed. A sly grin spread across his face, smiling at the pleasure that existed only to himself. As the fucking in his dreams got more intense, he began to buck his hips against the mattress, his eyebrows raised with a drunken expression on his sleepy face.
With each thrust of the tentacle, his cock gave a strong throb. Pre was leaking from him like crazy. He wanted to be touched...to be jacked off. He'd do it himself if he wasn't restrained. He could probably get off on the fucking alone, but what he really desired was the firm grip of a tentacle around his length, pumping him the way he remembered it, months ago... Meanwhile, he sucked on the tentacle in his mouth like a good little wox licking up its salty, but oddly tasteful slime, which only seemed to make him more horny. And of course, his ass continued to get pounded, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He moaned....it all felt so good. The pressure was building inside of him. He wanted his cock to get milked of its seed so badly...he couldn't move much in his bindings, but was able to move his hips slightly, humping the air, hopefully getting the attention that he desired from the teasing tentacles. He looked around to see if his pathetic plea yeilded any success, but he frowned, not seeing any new additions to the seductive ensemble that was moving about his body.
The wox moaned aloud in the night, sounding like a drunk slur. His body had slipped halfway off the bed, one leg braced against the ground, now humping his mattress like a horny mutt. He was totally lost in his own world...ignorant of any of his wakeful fears and concerns. Instead, he was solely focused on the pleasure at hand...his goal, simply, to cum. To release. To let the tentacles have their way with him, and to give in, like he had done many times before. He grunted as his bed squeaked from the dry humping...his dream would be over soon...the most exciting part was about to come.
He almost laughed with joy when he saw another tentacle sneak up from behind, heading straight for his crotch. The wait was excruciating. Finally, the plant was coming to his rescue, just like it had in real life long ago. He knew that it would only take a few minutes of being pawed off for him to orgasm. In these dreams, it always did. Forming a circular "O", the tentacle grasped Fhang's cock at its base, making him moan. Slowly, it slid upwards, lubricated by the excessive amount of pre, making a lewd squishing sound. As it reached the tip, it stayed there for a moment, making him twitch, before gliding back down. He moaned again, lustily. This was the first stroke of many to come, each one feeling better than the last. Again, the tentacle rolled up his shaft. Fhang's eyes rolled. His cock twitched again as it was held at its tip, while in the meantime, the fucking of the tentacle in his ass grew harder, and faster. Firmly, the "O" went back down to his base. Then, everything stopped. Fhang smiled. He knew what was about to happen. He tensed his body, awaiting the release that he had been worked up for. Suddenly, every single tentacle went into overdrive. His ass went from the determined fucking of a climaxing lover, to the insane thrust of a jackhammer. His body was kneaded like a baker's dough, while the tentacle gripping his cock bounced up and down faster and faster. He was both extremely relaxed from the massage, and horny from the sex. But in the end, the combined assault of the tentacles pushed him over his limit.
With a shout from both in his dream and in his bedroom, he came. Cum spurted out of him in generous bursts, flying in every direction, landing either on the tentacles or himself. In reality, he thrusted one last time against his mattress, and climaxed in his boxers, drenching them in a puddle of his seed. He grasped at his bedsheets, while the tentacles in his mind continued to milk him for all he's worth. His cock throbbed in his boxers as it was stroked in his dream, and his toung lolled in his mouth, suckling on an imaginary tentacle. As cum spattered and dripped off his fur amongst the tentacles, so it was in his bedroom, now soaking through the thin cloth of his boxers and pooling onto the floor. In both worlds, his face was contorted in an expression of pure pleasure...still in the throes of his orgasm. For this lucky wox, this was a scene that he would experience many times over, though he wouldn't remember it when he wakes up. Instead, each night, its a new experience. Every few nights, getting willingly fucked, rubbed, and pawed off by the tentacles for the first time. It was like being a virgin multiple times. Slowly, his orgasm started to subside, and so did his dream. He was left half sitting, half leaning, panting, in the awkward and promiscuous position he had assumed unconsciously. The pleasurable expression on his face from earlier gave way to another drunken smile, which then gave way to the blank expression of deep sleep, accompanied by a couple heavy snores. Another session with the tentacles has passed, leaving a telltale mess to clean up in the morning. Just one of the many he already had, and one of the many that would come again another time, on another night, when his dreams would be taken over by those slimy, seductive tentacles. Fhang snored. Another happy, restful night.