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"Okay Timothy, it's time for shut-eye! So turn off the lights, and get ready for bed. I'll be up there in a few minutes when I get done putting the dishes away from dinner alright?" The mother of one yells up the stairs to be heard, wiping off the last few of the dishes with a small towel to dry it off, tidying up after dinner with her son.

She finishes with the drying, placing the mostly dry plates back in the cupboard they were removed from before dinner, stacking them neatly. She tosses the towelette down, landing in a crumbled heap on the counter in its normal spot. She looks around the kitchen, the remnants of their salmon fillets all but gone, the only thing left remaining the skin. Her tail flicks behind her, the long striped tube of fur displaying her satisfaction at a job well done. She scoops up the disposable dish that they had deposited the inedible skin on, turn around and dropping it unceremoniously into the trash.

"I'm coming up now Timothy, you better be ready for bed up there. If not, you will be in serious trouble young man." Her feet make soft little footfalls as the floor transitions from linoleum to carpet, making her way towards the stairs in the back of the house, the beige fluff compressing with each step. Her paw hits the first step, her hand reaching out to grasp the handrail for balance, a soft thud reverberating through the wood under the carpet as she ascends the staircase.

A short trip down the hallway later, passing by the photographs on the wall of the three member family, the striped orange cats filling all the pictures with bright smiling faces. Her eyes slide over to her favorite on the right, her lips curling up in small smile, the picture reflecting her son's fourth birthday, barely two months before her husband left, the smiles on all their faces not accurately displaying the broiling tension that was starting to drive the older tigers apart. She continues on to her son's room, putting on a front for her son so he doesn't catch just how hurt she was when he left, and how much pain she is still in. Her hand extends, wrapping around the doorhandle and pushing down, swinging the door open and stepping through the doorway. She glances around the room, the pile of legos on the floor in the corner letting her know what he had been messing with before he went in, the floor kept clean enough that she would know if anything were out of place. She smiles down at him, catching the young cub finishing with his clothes, the brightly colored pajama top with Tony the Tiger on it slipping over his head and settling into place.

A chuckle escapes her throat as it does every time he wears that particular shirt, the irony of the cartoon tiger not lost on the mother. "Alright Timothy, did you brush your teeth? Your fangs will start falling out if you don't, and then where would you be? A big strong tiger with no fangs? You don't want that" she points out as she picks him up and tosses him slightly into the covers on his mattress, going after him and attacking his sides. She messes around with his sides, tickling him enough that he starts laughing, struggling under her assaults to climb under the covers to seek protection from the onslaught. He dives under, pulling them over his head to hide.

"You think that will save you? Nothing escapes the tickle monster and his tentacles of doom!" She pulls up the covers on the side, reaching under to continue her attack, mercilessly attacking his sides with the fury of ten thousand tickles.

Eventually, she stops, letting him calm down as she tucks the blanket underneath him like a cocoon. He keeps giggling for a bit as she finishes the wrapping, planting a kiss on his forehead. "Goodnight, my fierce little warrior. Sleep tight, and don't let the tickle monster get you."

"Goodnight mommy. Sleep tight." He repeats back to her, watching his mother head back towards the door, flipping the switch next to it, the light flicking off, the glow-in-the-dark stars attached to the ceiling now visible with the absence of light in the room. The door swings shut behind her, latching with a soft click as it catches, easily heard in the quiet room, the only other sound in the room the soft flow of air from the vent in the floor pushing out the cool air of the air-conditioner.

He turns over, settling down into the comfortable bed, snuggling into the covers while pulling them up to his chin, his eyes closing as he attempts to fall asleep.

A rustling from under the bed jostles him awake, having barely nodded off for more than a couple of minutes, not even having had a chance to start dreaming yet.

He looks around, not hearing anything, starting to wonder why he was woken up in the first place. Right as he was feeling safe again, and had turned to start going back to sleep, he catches what woke him up, a creaking coming from under his bed. He sits bolt upright, his eyes wide with pure fright as he notices the outline of something coming out from under his bed. Something long and skinny, almost like his own tail. "MOM! MOM!" he lets out a yell, hollering as loudly as he can for his mother, watching the weird object vanish more quickly than it appeared when he does so.

"What?! What's the matter Timothy? Are you okay?" the cubs mother demands as she busts into the room, flicking the light-switch on to bathe the room in the blinding light, rushing over to her son's side in a panic from his tone of voice.

"There's something under the bed! I saw it! It came out from under, I don't know what it was!" He tries to explain as best as he can, not knowing what it was he had seen in the first place. His mother crawls down on her hands and knees, searching under the bed for any sign of what he could be referring to. She searches the floor, the bottom of the bed, but like the rest of the room, underneath the bed is kept immaculate as well, and she finds nothing out of sorts that wouldn't belong there.

"Shh, she, it'll be alright love, there's nothing there, okay? It was just a bad dream, you're safe now. I'm here my sweet little one, don't worry anymore." She comforts him, climbing onto the bed with him, hugging him tightly to her chest while he trembles in fear, the mother stroking her child's head in reassurance. He wraps his arms around her, believing in the words his mother says, but still sure he saw something.

"Now go to sleep, okay love? You're my big strong beast, remember? So you have to be strong. Remember, it's just a dream, alright? Just remind yourself that, every time you get scared, and remember that I am just down the hall." He nods at her confirmations, wanting to believe her with every fiber of his being.

She gets up, tucking him back in again and giving him another kiss on his forehead before heading back out, giving him one last concerned glance before closing the door behind herself. He stares after her retreating figure, pulling the blanket up to his chin to stare at the blank door, still scared. He looks left, then right, watching the sides of the bed intently for anything emerging from underneath.

He decides to muster up the courage, facing his fears and throwing his blanket off, turning to the side and leaping from his bed, landing on the floor with a thud. He crawls down, mimicking his mother's actions, getting on his hands and knees to search under his bed, needing to see for himself that nothing is hiding there. He does a more thorough job than his mother though, practically climbing under to be absolutely certain. He decides to accept it, looking everywhere he can but not finding anything, so he climbs back up, climbing back under his covers, not fully satisfied but satisfied enough for now to attempt going back to sleep.

He turns over, pulling his knees to his chest, attempting to find solace in sleep. He lays there, his breathing getting softer as the minutes drag on, chest rising and falling with each inhale. He starts dozing off, drifting into dreamland as he starts to relax.

The blanket lifts up, the previously hidden object slithering its way under to wrap gently around his ankle, grabbing just above the hem, tightening up. The little boy stirs in his sleep, attempting to pull his leg back, the somewhat slimy appendage tightening up even more, attempting to pull towards the edge of the bed. The cubs eyes open lazily, blinking in the shadows of his room, not quite awake as he feels the tentacle tugging on his leg. He looks down, seeing nothing but his blanket but feeling the thing wrapped around his leg. He throws his blanket away for the second time that night, staring down in shock at the thing pulling his leg, trying to tug it back, but it's wrapped itself tightly enough around and is pulling back hard enough that he can't get his leg any closer to himself.

His eyes squeeze shut, murmuring to himself "It's just a dream... It's just a dream... It's just a dream..."

His eyes snap open again, staring down at his other leg as another tentacle grabs him, pulling his legs taunt so they are straight out below him. He gives another helpless tug, the slimy appendages holding too tightly for him to get any slack as another slithers up and yanks his arm out straight, his other arm caught seconds after. He looks around, unable to figure out where the best place to look would be, too dark since he stopped sleeping with a night light to see much further than his bed and the wall it was backed against. He struggles with all his might, unable to free himself from the tentacles restraining his movements.

He whimpers softly, too frightened to even make a sound. He thrashes back and forth, throwing himself around to try and get the greasy appendages to loosen up to bolt, still trying to convince himself it's just a nightmare. He tires not long after, his small frame not able to exert much energy in his feeble attempts. He gives up completely, letting out more whimpering as he slumps down into his bed, still not getting any slack from the monster under his bed.

He starts whimpering louder when four more tentacles suddenly emerge from under the bed, wavering back and forth around the bed, two at the foot and two on either side. His eyes start tearing up, just waiting to burst out while his lips start quivering.

The tentacles fly towards him, and he has just the one thought in his head before they strike.

I'm dead.

He tenses unconsciously, preparing himself for the pain he was positive was coming. The tentacles attack, striking him viciously.

And... he laughs.

He starts laughing, the tentacles attacking him in the same manner as his mother had barely a few hours prior. The tentacles are relentless, tickling him to the point of tears, the others still holding him too solidly for him to even attempt to curl up and protect himself. They attack his sides, the two at the foot of his bed messing with the bottoms of his feet. The laughs start filling the room, bouncing off the walls, making his mother laying in the other room stir in her sleep, turning over on her side.

The ache in his sides telling him that the monster has been at it for too long, laughing so hard from the relentless onslaught it feels as if he'll split in half, which is exactly what happens to Tony the Tiger's face as his pajama shirt is ripped off his body, the sound of tearing fabric halting his laughs almost immediately. His pants are quickly next, leaving him completely naked, the cub feeling it was too hot for the skin hugging tighty-whities. He looks down at his nude form, the tentacles still on his feet no longer enough to make him laugh.

His eyes are still wet, the tears from laughing so hard clinging to the fur around them as he wonders why such a seemingly benign entity would want him nude. Thoughts racing through his young mind, going in circles, bouncing around his heads as you can practically hear the gears turning in his head as he tries to figure it out. The thoughts quickly find purchase, niggling at the back of his mind as one of the wriggling appendages starts attempting to tickle his tiny cocklet. He stares down, feelings he's never felt before in his young life filling his loins, the slimy tentacle actually moistening the tiny furred thing.

The fear, the laughter, the paralyzing dread, all of it replaced by the one simple emotion left. Curiosity. Curiosity at what could be next. Curiosity at just what the beast could want. Curiosity at what could happen to him after it was done with him.

His curiosities were about to be explained. His head instantly cleared of thoughts when one of them is shoved viciously down his throat, just small enough to not stretch his jaw, but wide enough to fill his throat up, the thin skin wrapping around it, causing him to gag slightly as it is pushed down. He starts to get scared again, fearing for his life once more but tiring of it, mostly just wanting the monster gone now.

Another tentacle attempts to soothe him, rubbing his cheek softly like a mother would her crying child. It works, not much, but does get him to calm down a bit, his gagging ceasing as his throat adjusts to the intruder. The remaining one trails up his leg, leaving a trail like a slug as it travels upwards, matting his fur in the line. It heads further, heading towards it's awaited treasure, biding its time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The tentacle reaches the pinnacle of its prize, the tight ring of muscle the young cub was hiding between his legs, rubbing it gently and almost lovingly. The one tickling his rod starting to spiral around it, squeezing up and down on the soft furry member.

He doesn't pay attention to it though, the appendage down his throat starting to leak some sort of liquid that he's forced to swallow, the liquid actually spicy, like freshly squeezed jalapeno juice as it burns its way into his stomach. He tries to cough, unable to do more than splutter around the thing shoved into his mouth, trying to force the taste off his tongue, the liquid seeming to come from all over the worm, not just the tip any more. The liquid is more than spicy on his tongue, actually doubling as an aphrodisiac, flooding his young body with a new emotion, one he's never heard of, nor felt before, one that makes him tingle, one that makes him hard.

He feels it, unable to look down, but able to feel it, his first erection of his knowledge, the little member growing hard under the slime secreting from the thing wrapped around it, squeezing up and down on the furry little rod, effectively jacking off the inch and a half member.

That's when it strikes. A good half foot of tentacle disappears inside the cub, causing him to scream in pain, the tentacle down his throat silencing his screams as it thrusts past the cubs ring of muscle. His tears start falling freely again, the pain filling his backside bringing back all the fear with renewed vigor. He tries to cry, the object blocking his airway making it extremely difficult to get the sobs out, the appendage not giving him any respite as it starts thrusting immediately.

It pounds his tiny frame, the one down his throat starting to vibrate, not thrusting, but no longer just sitting there. The ones around his wrists tighten up even more, pulling him up so he's held above the bed, no longer able to touch the bed with anything more than his tail. It keeps thrusting inside his tailhole, the secretions burning his abused ring, causing a numbing effect to accompany the burning sensation. Throughout this, the slimy arm has been rubbing his rod, the aphrodisiac leaking from all of the abusers numbing him and helping to turn some of the pain into pleasure, the rod thrusting into his hole relentlessly.

He sniffles, the filling his mouth still making him unable to make any of the sounds he would like to make to express his distaste in the displeasure his body is being forced to go through. His young rod starts throbbing, the aphrodisiac effect finally taking root, his little member the only thing on his body getting any pleasure now.

The tiger remembers the remaining tentacle, the leaking appendage still having the nerve to stroke his face, wiping away his tears, replacing it with more of the searing heat left by the trail of secretions. The monster is silent through the whole ordeal, the only sounds that it's made thus far, and continue to make, are the ones caused by the shlurping sound filling the small bedroom from the slippery appendage slamming into the boy.

The little tiger cub suddenly lets out another sound, a different sound, one he hasn't made all night. A moan. The natural chemical flooding his body reaching maximum, he hits his peak, his whole body shuddering as he climaxes, too young to produce anything, his cock simply throbs in it's tight embrace. He lets out a long moan around the intruder in his throat, his body relaxing into his bonds as the climax robs him of any energy he may have had left from the struggle to get free.

He gives in this time for good, letting the tentacles abuse him all they want, not able to anything about it anyway. They continue to pound his hole, seeming to swell slightly with each inward stroke. Eventually, he realizes it IS getting bigger, stretching his hole more. The pressure deep inside him quickly changing his mind. It wasn't getting bigger, it was going deeper, and getting thicker the more was shoved inside him. The little cub is getting completely stuffed on both sides, the one hiding inside his ass stuffing as much of it inside as the monster can fit.

It starts pulsing inside him, causing an unknown sense of dread to fill the young cub, knowing something is coming, but not what it is or why he's scared of it. Out of nowhere, everything stops, the thrusting, the masturbating, even the tentacle down his throat stops its minor vibrating. Then, it starts pulsing rapidly, each one flaring at the tip like the tigers own rod, the monster definitely old enough to produce, a viscous, sweet smelling fluid shooting out, tainted green like the burning pepper the surprisingly spicy liquid tastes like, even more surprising given the sweetness of its scent.

It pumps him full, both of the erupting appendages stuffed inside his holes flooding the tiny body, the liquid filling him up, burning the poor cubs insides with the liquid fire of it, his insides one big open sore. Just as it causes pain, it soothes, the liquid fire of the cum flooding his body turning into a radiating soothing, relaxing the cub to the point of near-euphoric bliss. The one around his cock erupts with them, and the monster seems to have done it on purpose, the tip flaring, and pointed in just the right way to spray all over his crotch and stomach, the only one remaining quivering as they are all connected, splattering the cub's face and it's own arm in the juices, coating the young tiger with the greenish white goop, covering him practically from head to crotch.

There's no end in sight for the cub, the cum nonstop as it flood his holes and plasters his fur, so much of it inside him that it has nowhere to go but back out, oozing out around the tentacles to escape and make room for more of it to replace. It has to end eventually though, the flow stemming off after what seems like hours to the young boys befuddled mind, and the arms slowly leave their caves, more of it gushing out, leaving the boy suspended above the mattress with cum pooling from each open orifice.

They lay him down gently and carefully in the puddle on the mattress, the boy too weak from the chemicals swarming around his body from the creature hidden under the bed to respond, on the very brink of drifting off. One by one, the tentacles disappear, the one final one remaining, rubbing his face softly in love and gratitude, the young tiger cub finally succumbing to sleep, drifting away peacefully to await sunrise as the last arm vanishes, the only trace it was there at all the copious amounts of cum covering the boy.