One Little Mistake
A tale of why you should not work alone in a lab with something you've never used before.
"I was just your typical male fox; 'Was' being the key word there. I did just look like any other fox for the most part. My ears just brush an inch past six feet tall. I've the classic red fur, with a white underbelly. My muzzle is brushed with a matching pair of black streaks... black ears... paws, and feet. Hell, the only thing that made me even remotely unique was the sheer size of my tail, being that's it's about four feet in length. The last foot of that fades to white, and there's a bit of a black streak just where red meets white.
While none of that changed that fateful day, one thing did. I'm getting ahead of myself here; perhaps I should start at the beginning."
Felekar was still massively indebted to the dragon that had helped him create this laboratory, but he didn't care, not a bit. The place was a marvel to behold.
The room was about thirty feet on a side, with a ceiling about twenty feet up, natural colored lights lining it every few feet. Along the north and west walls were cupboards and cabinets filled to the brim with a myriad of jars, beakers, vials and many other containers; Most of them were themselves filled with different powders and liquids of an entire spectrum of colors, each with their own label.
Spaced evenly around the room were four counters, each about four feet high, five feet long, and four feet wide , the tops of which were finished in black and white marble. Tucked under each was a pair of adjustable stools with a black, padded, swiveling seat.
The floor was a black and white checkerboard, and was the source of the heat in the room. This left the tiles quite pleasant to walk upon barefoot. The walls were a soft white, and spotless. The lab had hardly been used yet.
There was an archway on the south wall with a keypad beside it. When activated it allowed access to nearly any part of a several acre garden, with plant life ranging from common flowers and trees, to exotic species he had never seen, or even imagined before; all of which were under his care.
Today the fox took full advantage of the warm floor. Currently he was clad in no more than a loose fitting white lab coat and matching smock that hung down about to his knees, his footpads bare. He was alone in the lab, as usual, so there was no need to conform to any sort of dress code.
He was seated upon one of the stools by the southeast counter. In front of him was a tall, two foot wide, tube-like device. Four two-foot metal rods ran from up its heavy base to support a domed top. Beside that was a laptop connected to the device by a cable. On its screen were various readouts, as well as his instructions of what to do, as written by the dragon.
"Well, let's... get this started." There was a little hesitation in his voice as he started typing the start-up sequence. He had been getting acquainted with it for the past week. As he had practiced he activated the containment field, which sent a little buzz of static into the air for a few moments, before a field of energy flickered to life to seal everything inside.
He again looked over the dragons instructions. The fox wanted to make absolutely sure he didn't make a mistake, as this was his first of many, many experiments the dragon had assigned to him. With a heavy breath he typed in the final initiation sequence, and after a brief, unsteady pause, he clicked the activate key for the first time.
The fox flinched in expectation as he looked over to the empty tube. He had expected something to happen right away, but so far... nothing. He waited a few minutes and started growing impatient.
"Did I do something wrong?" He turned his attention back to the readouts on the screen. They showed everything to be going right. It was then that he heard a faint buzzing start to grow in the room. Felekar quirked his ears slightly, the noise a little irritating, but bearable. Quickly he narrowed it down to the tube or more to the point some... thing that seemed to be forming within it.
He leaned in to inspect it closer. Whatever was growing inside of it was a perfect sphere. While it had no color, he saw a lens-like distortion in space it occupied. Again he looked back to the computer; beside a small fluctuation in the containment field, everything was going to plan.
Content with this, he simply leaned his weight on an arm upon the counter and let out a soft yawn while he waited. Intently he stared at the strange phenomenon as it grew at a hardly noticeable speed. After a boring half hour watching this thing, his mind began to wander to more entertaining thoughts; Thoughts of past encounters, thoughts of fantasies, of dreams, all of a sexual nature, each more kinky than the last.
He murred gently as he felt his smock brush over his emerging length. Soon he couldn't help but to let his paw wander down to the loose garment and brush it from his way. This revealed the pink, glistening tip of his fox-hood; now free of its white-furred home. Gently he wrapped a paw around his sheath and slowly stroked it up and down over his shaft; all the while his eyes did not leave the small growing orb within the chamber. Oddly enough he didn't notice the faint pulsing glow starting to grow from within the chamber, his mind rather preoccupied with other things. Soon a rather strange thought popped into his head.
"I wonder... what that thing feels like." After a moments thought he shook his head, dismissing the idea as folly. Quickly drew his paw away from his sheath to check a few settings on the computer. Though soon enough the idea began to creep back into his mind, repeating itself slowly. Again he found himself drawn to look deep into the growing sphere. Without much of a thought he tapped out the sequence to deactivate the containment field.
"What harm could it do?" He could feel his mind continue to cloud with the strange thoughts. He felt he should... no, he needed touch the sphere, just once. His paw, still just barely moist with the faintest hint of pre, drew up toward it. The laptop beeped as a warning message popped up on the screen, but the fox paid it no mind. He had to feel it.
His paw quivered as it drew nearer and nearer the orb, his claw tips a scant inch from it now. He held his breath as his paw jumped forward. His finger pads just brushed over the side of the orb. The surface gave just barely, almost like touching water that had no surface tension. This tiny touch sent near erotic tingles racing into his paw. He let out a startled gasp and drew away quickly. Vigorously he shook his head in an attempt to clear it, but it was not to be. He needed to touch it again, desperately now. Soon he found himself caressing the orb, this time with his entire paw. His pads sunk into the pure erotic tingle, while his mind glazed over from the sheer pleasure that was racing up his arm.
He stroked over it again and again, while his moans grew louder and louder, the sound echoing off the walls of the small laboratory. His length, though untouched, grew harder and harder as he kept stroking over this bizarre phenomenon. Soon it grew hard enough to just peek over the countertop. As his knot swelled just inside his sheath his cries grew louder, his hips drew forward, until his foxhood was pressed up against the cold, rounded corner of the marble.
Spurt after spurt of thin pre arced from his length and landed on the counter, while his tail began to draw up behind him, the entire length quivering to signal his coming release.
He had to use his other arm to prop himself up upon the countertop, though this didn't seem to matter to him, or his quickly building orgasm. Finally he could take no more. With a sharp yip of pleasure he thrust his paw straight into the center of the orb. This sent far stronger waves into him than ever.
The fox's breath caught in his throat, his eyes squeezed shut tightly, his jaw clenched, and every muscle in his body locked as he was thrust into the most powerful orgasm of his life. His cock spasmed painfully as he came, hard; this merely added to the intense rush that swept through his body.
His cum arced high through the air and flew straight and true at the source of his pleasure. The moment his seed made contact with it, there was a sudden, near-blinding flash of light.
Then everything went black for the fox.
Felekar awoke some time later to the sound of beeping, though he immediately wished he had stayed asleep. Every muscle in his body ached; his mouth was dry and worst of all he had a pounding headache.
Slowly he opened his eyes, but quickly snapped them shut again, the bright lights of the lab far too much for him at the moment. It took a couple tries to get his mouth working, but when he did he called to the lab's computer to dim them.
With significant effort and a heavy grunt the fox sat up and clutched his head in one paw, while he used the other to keep himself from falling over once again.
"Ugg... what the hell happened?" His memories of recent events were foggy at best.
Gingerly he pulled himself up using the marble counter and looked to the laptop. The screen had long since turned off, but it was still beeping. With the tap of a key it came to life. He had to squint to see the screen. There were two warning messages on the screen. The first was just a message that the containment field should not be disabled, but had been anyway. The second was more troubling.
There had been an overload that forced a shut down of the system. What more, whatever had been drawn into being inside that tube was completely unaccounted for.
Again he groaned, "I'll just worry about it later." With that he walked with heavy steps over to the sink to get himself some water; his tail dragged along the ground behind him. After he poured and downed a cupful, he kneeled down and got something from the cupboard to take care of the terrible ache that made itself well known with his every movement.
With that swallowed he sat on the warm floor and closed his eyes, and rubbed his head again with a paw, while he wished the medication would kick in faster.
He thought back, and tried to recall what had happened. The fox could only remember he started up the sequence, things got hazy after that. From the smell of the dried pre and cum stuck in the fur of his crotch something sexual happened... there was a flash, then nothing.
With another grunt he pulled himself off the floor. The fox shed his lab garments then walked over to the deactivated portal leading to the garden. He tapped in a location. In moments a shimmering image sprung to life in the doorway, followed by a warm breeze that brought with it a plethora of pleasant aromas.
Before him was a lush, green garden. There was a small, curved footpath that led up a small hill to a pagoda he had set up for meditation and general relaxing. Off to the left was a small lake that was fed by an underground spring; a creek ran from it out of sight behind the hill. Beyond the lake in the distance was a redwood forest with trees that looked as though they had been growing for centuries. To the right were various plants he grew for his research. Some of them were of earthly origin, though most were not; some even moved of their own accord. They came in an array of forms and colors, each stranger than the last.
However, he didn't care too much of his garden tending duties at the moment; it could wait until later. Instead he made his way forward through the portal, and up to the awaiting structure.
The pagoda was an old looking, though sturdy looking building shaped like an octagon. From one side to the other it was about fifteen feet across, and twelve feet tall in total. At each point was a bamboo shaped, eight foot tall pillar to support the Japanese-styled roof above.
It was mid-afternoon in this part of the garden, and he took full advantage of it. He settled down on his back, his paws settled neatly atop his chest and got comfortable. His eyes drifted shut as the warm, soothing rays of the sun bathed him in warmth. Soon the fox drifted off into a state of near-euphoric relaxation as the medication he had taken earlier took effect to help sooth the horrid ache in his body and head to an easily ignorable throb.
Now that his mind was not clouded in pain he began to think back again to what had gone wrong earlier, though nothing more came to him. Instead, all he could recall were the thoughts that began to flow through his mind previously; those of his more wild fantasies.
The more he tried to dismiss them the more powerful they rushed back into his mind, until soon he could think of little else. It was at this point he felt the warm breeze wash over his erecting foxhood as it drew forth from his sheath.
With that he giggled a bit and shrugged. "Eh? What the hell, might as well. Ought to help me get my mind off sex for now."
His paw drifted down from his chest to his sheath, and wrapped around the engorged flesh. As earlier he slowly stroked the soft skin over his quickly hardening foxhood, while he filled his mind with fantasies.
He imagined tentacles taking him. For his arms to be bound, his muzzle stuffed, his legs pulled wide, while his foxy pucker was stretched wide with another of the countless strong, gooey appendages. As his stroking grew more and more rapid, his fantasies grew more and more vivid. He could swear he could smell the strong, musky scent of the beast that was probing him; that he could hear the loud squelching of the tentacles as they held him captive and mercilessly crammed themselves over and over again into his muzzle and ass.
His moans grew louder as he felt his pleasure grow more and more. His other paw slipped down and now wrapped around his growing foxhood, which elicited a much stronger murr from his muzzle, while the first pulled his sheath back to let his knot pop free. Quickly it swelled as he stroked furiously at his length. His paw wrapped itself around his filling knot as he felt himself mere moments from orgasm.
His body tensed in anticipation of climax, but instead he suddenly found his paws locked in place. He let out a groan of frustration as he attempted to hump forward several times for that last ouch of stimulation, this resulted in nothing for the fox, as his paws seemed to be bound in place.
It took him several seconds for his mind to clear enough to actually think just why it was he couldn't move his paws. A little groggily he tilted his head up enough to look down at his paws and sheath, and then yelped in surprise at what he saw.
His paws were held perfectly still by a pair of light blue semi-transparent, gooey tentacles; the ends of each split off into countless tiny tendrils that had wrapped themselves around, and molded to, his fingers and wrists. He blinked several times in puzzlement. He knew of everything nearby in the garden. This was new.
After the initial shock wore off he tried to pull his paws away, but they held firm and didn't budge, instead they began manipulating his paws against his will. Agonizingly slowly they began to have him stroke over his length with one slicked paw, while the other started pulsing around his near-painfully sensitive knot. If it were not for the speed the tentacles were forcing him to move he would have lost it right then and there.
With stunning force, his fantasies flooded back into his mind, while he cried out in frustration, surprise, and pleasure. He tried again to press off the floor with his feet in an attempt to hump into his bound paws, but whatever held him like this seemed to see it coming. He felt two more slime-covered, thick tentacles glide down the inside of his thighs and wrap around his legs several times as they made their way down to bind his legs in place. Yet another unseen tentacle pushed off the floor to make him land on his side.
His limbs now immobile the tentacles continued their work on his vulnerable body. He watched as the pair that trailed down his legs split apart in the same way the pair around his paws had. They wrapped themselves around his sensitive footpaws. The tendrils wormed their way between each of his ticklish toes, causing him to throw his head back, laugh aloud and try to struggle, but they held fast. Rather soon they too were coated in a similar way his paws had been.
At that point all activity stopped. His paws were held perfectly still, and his feet were given a rest. Heavily he panted then started to whimper, though at this point even he was unsure if his pathetic sounds of protest were because he wanted this to stop, and this thing to let him go, or if he wanted it to make him orgasm. It seemed to know precisely what would drive him wild.
With this thought his ears perked. He felt a finger-thick tendril as it started to circle lazily right against his anal ring. He whimpered aloud in frustration as he strained to press back against it to no avail. He then closed his eyes and tried to block it out, but this was countered by the tentacles that controlled his paws. Again they had him stroke oh so slowly up and down his near painfully sensitive length. If it were not for the sudden intrusion into his tail he would have hated this. Instead he let out a sharp, delighted moan and craned his head back, desperate for more.
The tendril within him curved itself into a hook-like shape then began to circle and pull slowly to loosen and relax his tailhole. His entire body quivered from this feeling. All the while his paws were forced to keep stroking far too slowly for his liking over his length. Any time he felt himself just at the brink of orgasm his paws were stopped just long enough for him to ease back once again.
This went on for longer than the fox could keep himself aware of the time, his mind too far gone with the desperate need to climax. Finally, something changed, and he was pulled back into reality. He felt the tendril withdraw from his tail finally, and the forced stroking of his length ceased. He whimpered again and looked down to see what was happening now.
The tentacles that held his legs, with a bit of assistance from another that pushed off the ground, maneuvered him up onto his knees. Another tentacle drew up against the back of his neck and quickly wrapped around it to form a mock posture collar to keep his muzzle pointed down at his bound paws. Yet another wrapped itself around his chest to keep him perfectly immobile.
Felekar saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Another tentacle lazily made its way around from behind him, about shoulder height. Its tip dragged down and up his ticklish side several times to make him laugh aloud again, before it continued downward. Slowly it made its way between his legs then slipped its way easily into his stretched tailhole.
He let out a delighted moan as it probed into him, but the tip stopped just barely shy of his prostate. There it sat with him for a few seconds, before a pulse traveled down the length of the tentacle in his vision. It disappeared from view, but the fox soon felt what it was as a heavy blast of goo jet out against his most sensitive spot. It stopped a spit second before it would have driven him to orgasm.
This was maddening.
After several more of these squirts he saw something as it traveled down the tentacle. It was more opaque than the rest of the tentacles he had seen so far, distinctly egg-shaped, and about three inches wide at its greatest point. Relentlessly it was pumped down the length of the appendage, before it disappeared between his legs.
The fox closed his eyes and drew several long breaths as he attempted to concentrate, but this again was thwarted by the slow caress of his fox hood. He let out a howl of protest that was quickly cut off as a tentacle darted into his muzzle. The taste was odd, yet familiar; sort of a musky, sweet flavor.
He was beyond rational thought as the taste hit his tongue. Hungrily he suckled at the tentacle as every muscle in his body relaxed. Within moments the egg reached his now loose ring. Slowly, almost delicately it wobbled forward against him. Little pulses of goo continued to pump through the long tentacle, to build up the pressure behind the egg, as matching pulses pumped into his muzzle just fast enough for him to swallow and still breathe comfortably. He was so gone that he didn't even notice a small tendril slip just barely inside his abused foxhood.
It took nearly a minute for the egg to finally reach its apex, but when it did the pressure that had built up behind it caused it to suddenly surge forward and slam directly into his prostate, followed by a long, heavy rush of goo right behind it.
The tentacle in his muzzle pulled away just as he let out a scream of ecstasy, the fox finally allowed release. Cum pumped heavily into the awaiting tendril just inside his foxhood as his paws were forced to massage his length and knot for another minute longer. He nearly passed out from the complete overload of pleasure that rushed through every fiber of his being.
Felekar then fell limp in the tentacle's grasp, his eyes closed again. He panted heavily, unable to move a muscle even if he wasn't bound.
With great care the tentacles laid the fox back down on the padded surface of the pagoda on his side, and then retreated once again. Rather quickly the fox fell unconscious, totally limp, a smile plastered on his messy muzzle.
"Time to wake up."
It was nearly nightfall before the fox awoke with a startled jerk. He immediately looked over himself, then the cushions, but found no trace of what had happened.
"What the hell?" He thought to himself, "Was it just a dream? No way, too intense."
"It wasn't.' His voice rang clear in his mind, though he blinked, a little confused. He didn't think that, did he?
"No, you didn't." The fox jumped to his feet, but quickly regretted it as the blood rushed from his head. He collapsed to his knees and held a paw just over his eyes.
"Be careful, don't hurt yourself now."
Finally the fox spoke aloud as he looked around, though very confused. "Wha? Who? What's going on?"
"First of all, calm down and get a hold of yourself. Second, it would be easier to show you." With that thought his tail drew around over his legs. "I'm coming out now. Pretty sure this is going to be strange for you, but please, just bear with me.' After a moment a little spot in the fur of his bushy tail parted, and out slid one of the tentacles that had had its way with him earlier.
Even with the warning the fox leapt to his feet and stumbled backward away from his tentacle-sporting tail. Nothing could have prepared him for that. "What the hell!?"
"Woah woah woah now, easy." The tentacle drew up to face him a couple feet away. "I know this is weird, but this is just how it is now."
Question after question raced through his mind. What was this thing? How did it get into his tail? Why did it rape him? And many, many others.
"Slow down, slow down. I can't keep up with that. Take a deep breath, and calm down." The fact that this thing talked to him in the same internal voice that he used to think made this all the more confusing for him.
"Then you talk out loud, I'll talk in your head."
The fox was taken aback and shook his head as he tried to assess the situation.
"Okay... let me see if I have this right. I have a tentacle monster living in my tail that talks in my head, and rapes me?"
"Oh, I would hardly call that rape. You enjoyed every moment of it,' the fox's ears blushed, "and I would not call myself a monster any more than you would call yourself the same. I am simply a part of you now. As for where I came from, why I'm here and all that, I really only know as much about that as you do."
"The orb in the lab?" The tentacle simply seemed to nod. "Looks like I have a dragon to talk to about what happened, then."
"Just to clarify, what I did earlier was survival. I needed the energy, and you seemed to have a plentiful supply of exactly the sort I required."
"So you feed off sexual energy, like some sort of vampire?"
"Oh, no no, nothing like that. It's more of a... resonance of sorts."
Felekar looked at the tentacle, then down to his tail with a bit of a skeptical look on his face, rather at a loss for words. "Ah huh..." He tried to think of something to say, though the tentacle beat him to it.
"Don't worry about thinking of a name or anything like that, I don't exactly expect one. I am a part of you now, after all. I'm just not you.'
"You're not going to do what you did earlier again, are you?" He felt a rather merry laugh in his mind.
"Not unless you wanted me to. Anyway, you should head back inside and redo that experiment; you know he's expecting the results tomorrow.'
"Ah yea, you're right... wait, tomorrow?"
"You were out for an entire day, fox.'
"Aw crap." With that he dashed back toward the portal to his lab, though stumbled slightly as a tentacle playfully poked at his tailhole for a moment.
"Hehe, sorry. Couldn't resist!' The fox giggled a bit and shook his head, he would deal with what's happened to him later, he had a deadline to keep.