So today we have a short story and a quick picture for y'all. Also going to update this blog with some more scattered sketches/Jewel soon, so a head's up on that.
The creatures of the forest were usually docile. In the past, even though it was known to be a
magical forest, it wasn’t considered dangerous by the local villages. However, as of late, more and more
adventurers had set upon the supernatural denizens of the forest with the
intent to plunder and slay them. Some
were truly menaces to the nearby villages, who had asked adventurers to defeat
them on their behalf, but others had been placid until agitated by these “righteous
quests.” Indeed, it became an endless
cycle, with the forest steadily becoming less and less hospitable to anyone with
the look of an adventurer.
It eventually became so much of a problem that even the
village hunters and loggers would be attacked.
As raiding party after raiding party sought safety in numbers, the
creatures of the forest became outright hostile to any men that dared set foot
within. While men without weapons or the
look of an adventurer would be chased off unharmed, groups of men or anyone
well-armed would be attacked viciously. On
the other end of the spectrum, women that went into the forest to hunt small
game or pick fruits or flowers went unmolested.
And so, a young boy from the village hatched a plan for glory and
bounty: a plan that required his sister’s
clothes, a few hair beads, and his own feminine looks.
The adventurers that had come from far and away had not done
so to answer the villagers calls for help, although some found that wealth came
easily to monster hunters. Originally,
they had come in search of jewels, artifacts, and ancient runes, hoarded away
or inadvertently guarded by the monsters of the forest. Now that the forest had become completely
hostile, it was virtually impossible to go inside with the intent of looting it…
unless you appeared to be a flower-picking schoolgirl, that is.
And so the boy entered the forest, wearing his sister’s
clothes and his hair tied to the side, in the hopes of finding riches and
treasures undefended. He almost immediately
came across a barghest, large and intimidating, but when it saw the frills of
his skirt and the basket clutched in his small hands, it turned away,
disinterested. Indeed, creature after
creature took note of him, including brownies, which jeered and catcalled and
disappeared into the underbrush, dryads, which frolicked by a stream, and
giggled as he passed, and a single satyr, stern-looking and majestic, which
watched him from between two twin elms.
He worried that it was going to attack him, but as he walked by it, it
smelled the air, and then grinned, before running off deeper into the forest.
The boy came to a still clearing. At first, the sun shined brightly, but as he
stepped out into the clearing, he noticed the sky slowly darkening. When he looked to see what cloud or tree
branch had covered over the sun, he saw instead a looming mass of writhing
tentacles gathering overhead. Before he
could yell out, one wrapped around his leg from below and wrenched him into the
air.
The tentacles stripped him of his clothes, and began to
spread his cheeks apart, its intent clear.
“...w-wait! I'm not a
girl!”
The creature didn't care.
Within seconds it had forced his mouth open and had him sucking on a
tentacle, and within seconds after that, it had burrowed a tentacle so far into
his anus that he worried the two might touch.
His hands went limp when he realized there was nothing he could do to fight it,
even as more and more of the tentacle wriggled itself into his bottom. His bowels
were unaccustomed to being forced open, but a tentacle was molesting them
thoroughly regardless. He was being anally violated, and the creature didn't seem to
care that he was actually a boy. In
fact, it seemed not to understand it, as tentacles simply brushed "it"
aside on their way to and fro, ignoring the dangling thing as if it didn't even matter.
Even if something salty dripped onto one of the tentacles, it wouldn't
pay that peculiar fact any mind, if a tentacle can be said to have a mind of its
own. Eventually, after swinging back and
forth with the motion for a while, it came to rest on one of the large, fat tentacles
that likewise didn't seem to notice or care that something was laying on top of it, dribbling precum.
Tentacle after tentacle invaded his ass, molested it, and
left behind a token of its affection in his bowels, still freshly steaming, until his stomach started to churn and his belly
started to bloat. Some tentacles weren't
even that patient, instead choosing to share his aching hole with another
tentacle, or even two, and his asshole had to stretch and distort to accommodate them.
The biggest tentacle bided its time, simply appearing now and again, or
coiling around his body. He knew it was going up his ass eventually, unless he was
saved before it had a chance to.
He was also forced to suck tentacle after tentacle until
their gooey conclusion. Some of the
fatter ones forced his jaw open wide, and felt like he was sucking on a horse. Sometimes he let their slimy loads drip from
his mouth, or spit them out, but he ended up swallowing just as much, having no
choice after a tentacle continued to pulse in his mouth long after it'd run out of room. Several times the finish
was so sudden and powerful that it shot out from his nose, or out his lips around the tentacle that had spawned
it. The worst tentacles went right down
his throat and deposited it into his stomach manually, and his 'favorite' tentacles
simply spit it all over his face.
After one tentacle finished and popped out of his rear-end,
everything seemed to go still, and nothing replaced the anal obstruction… at
first. Soon, he saw an ominous thing:
one of the tentacles was much larger than the others; likely, it was some kind
of elder tentacle, or a really high level one.
There was no doubt it was the biggest, fattest tentacle there. It slithered along under him, running down
his body and under his dangly bits, as if it knew, before turning itself around
and hovering by his recently vacated backdoor.
Several smaller tentacles rushed to its aide, pulling his
cheeks aside so that the fat tentacle could properly reach his unfortunate
asshole. Lubricated and prepped by other
tentacles of various sizes, he hoped it would be enough, but as the fat
tentacle started to enter, he grit his teeth and his fingers seized up, and the
only thing that kept him from cursing was another, less fat tentacle stuffed
into his mouth.
He knew his ass would never go back to its original
shape. Well, unless by "shape"
you meant "circular." While
some of the friendly "sharing" tentacles had tried
their hardest to distort it this way and that, the fattest tentacle had undone all their hard work by simply stretching him the same
in all directions, a few inches across.
His twig and berries that would have been dangling were
instead sliding along the fat tentacle's underside. Though the stimulation from his backdoor was more pain than
anything, he was so overstimulated at that point that even that simple tentaclejob was going to be enough to set him off. He resisted and resisted, but then he felt a
sudden, tremendous pressure in his bowels, and realized that it was cumming in
his ass. The pressure was immense, and
quickly relieved as it pulled out, thus
ending his 'tentaclejob,' but the last of that stimulation set him off. The boy's ejaculate showered down into the
mass of tentacles below, splatting several of them with the bulk of his sticky,
airborne load. The biggest tentacle's load bubbles out in a
thick froth from his gaping asshole.
Those tentacles that he showered seemed to recognize, at
least, that they needed cleaning, and thus were quick to use the available cleaning holes to tidy up; namely, his ass and
mouth. After being forcefed (and
buggered with) his own semen, the salty taste in his mouth permeating after one tentacle
that had clearly been covered in his jizz invaded his mouth, he realized something: his semen tasted awful. And after that tentacle helpfully washed the
taste out of his mouth... with its own, snot-like briny goopy gook, he came to another
realization.
This sucked.
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In the end, the tentacles proved... gentle... enough, and
when the last of them popped out of his mouth and forever-ruined anus, he was otherwise unharmed. The tentacles had filled him like a
jelly-filled donut, and his belly was bloated and distended with tentacle "soup," and he got about
three steps before it gurgled, and he squatted to relieve himself of as much of slime as he could.
He wiped his face with the torn tatters of his clothing, and walked on
unsteady legs as far away as they would take him.
