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This story was written for Day #27 of Kinktober 2017! Today's theme is Tentacles, and the story was written for Nicoya. This story contains sexual acts between multiple consenting adults. :3

At the Party!

"Ash! It was getting late, I didn't think you were coming. But I guess given how far you had to travel, all the way from Kanto, I can forgive a little tardiness. And... oh my, are these your guests?"

With the voice they heard rather muffled through the material of their costume, Nicoya and Sella could only stand and tremble as the vibrators buried inside their ass and pussy respectively hummed away, listening as their mistress giggled at the acknowledgement of her outfit. Beneath their masks both the helplessly bound furs could feel themselves drooling through their ball-gags, and it took all their effort not to simply fall to the floor and start writhing, humping, whimpering and begging in muffled grunts for Cayes to set them free from the bondage and agonising, edging-accompanied chastity that was encasing their nether regions after their earlier disobedience.

"That's right. The Minun is Nicoya. Say hello to Xander, Nico."

The vibrations in the cat's ass intensified dramatically, and a mewling wail escaped through his gag and mask as little more than a muffled murmur. The stimulation continued until Nicoya wiggled his body in what he hoped would move the suit's arms in a waving motion, and beyond the limited perspective of the suits themselves Cayes and the kangaroo standing smirking beside her watched as the large, puffy Minun mascot costume waved at a spot some forty five degrees too far to the right.

"And the Plusle is Sella. Wave to Xander, Sella."

The vibrator within Sella's pussy buzzed more violently, and it was all the kirin could do not to resist and disobey her mistress purely to grant herself a few more seconds of stimulation, hoping that maybe, just maybe she could trick Cayes into making her cum without any access to her own pussy to make it happen herself. Tempting as it was though, Sella had learned her lesson from earlier in the night. She tried to raise a hand only to find it bound to her side within the costume, whimpering and instead doing much as Nicoya had done in the direction from which she thought she had heard the two voices emerging. She gurgled and gasped in a mixture of relief and frustration as the pleasure faded back to its normal level; distracting, deeply arousing but just enough to hold her on edge without ever coaxing her body too close to the edge of orgasm itself.

Soon the toys began to buzz more urgently again, but with the by now familiar series of motions that indicated Cayes telling her pokemon how to walk in their blind, sense-deprived state. Sure the fronts of their costumes might have been a bit scuffed from a few falls on the way over here, but by now the two pets were getting rather accustomed to blindly following their mistress' unspoken commands. If they reacted quick enough and followed her instructions to the tee, they knew that she wouldn't guide them wrong. It wasn't lost on them of course that had they simply done that while preparing for this party, had they not disobeyed Cayes and been caught doing so, they might well have avoided all of this blissful torment through which they were currently going.

For maybe a minute or two the pair nervously followed behind Cayes and Xander, towards the sound of distant but steadily approaching music, towards the sounds of more voices, laughter, and more general sounds of people enjoying themselves. At around the same time though, as the music faded between the end of one song and the start of another, both cat and kirin's eyes widened behind their blindfolds as their ears caught a distinctive sound ringing out even through their heavily padded costumes. Something that rang out clear over the laughter and the chatter of the people in attendance at this party, and which if they could hear it almost certainly meant that everyone else present could hear too. A long, echoing cry of pleasure.

The music soon started up again, but as it grew closer and closer and both the blind, bound pets realised they were almost at the main party area itself, they grew ever more horrified by what they were hearing around them. Snippets of conversation as they passed by other party attendees in the halls...

"He looks amazing in that costume. I swear, if I don't get fucked by Superman before I leave tomorrow morning, I'm gonna go build myself a fortress of solitude of my own."

...and more moans, albeit softer and more gentle than the caterwauling cry they had heard echoing through the party venue. Sure, it could just have been a pair of amorous party-goers making out. But when added alongside that prior cry and the simple knowledge of the kind of people that Cayes knew, both Sella and Nicoya found themselves coming to a rather terrifying conclusion about this Halloween party. They had been so horny, so desperate to fool around that day that they had risked everything to disobey Cayes and cum together. And in doing that of course, they had failed, resulting in the punishment they were now respectively locked within. They had done what they had done, ultimately, because they believed that otherwise they might have no chance to get off that day, no chance to fool around or to cum all night at the party, which had been a thought that was apparently too much for either of Cayes' pets to handle at the time.

But that thought, that worry was nothing to the agonising realisation which swamped both of them now. That this party to which Cayes had been planning on taking them to for over a month was more than just a mundane costume party hosted by one of the turtle's more mundane friends. That it was in fact the exact kind of party where she might well have given her pets a night off, allowing them to roam, to play, to fuck freely if indeed it was that kind of event. And if that was the case... if they had disobeyed their way into chastity merely an hour before they were meant to attend an event which would have held the potential for so much more than a hidden, shamefully forbidden quickie in a bathroom, that was the kind of thought that could drive a normally obedient pet utterly mad with frustration at their own idiocy.

"Well, normally I'd let you go and mingle a little, but... can I be honest, Cayes?"

Barely able to hear Xander over the pounding music, the laughter and yet more underlying sounds of moaning, whimpering and general pleasure, Nicoya and Sella trembled in frustration and anguish as they listened to their mistress being addressed by the party's host.

"I've been waiting for you to arrive since the party started. And if I can be totally tactless for a second or so, my night won't be complete if I don't get a chance to spend a little quality time with you. If you're interested, of course."

The two pets whimpered in furious desperation as they instinctively tried to brush their arms against the front of their equally puffy costumes' crotch, prevented from even attempting that by the straitjackets binding their torsos beneath their far cuter and more innocent exterior. They couldn't believe that this was happening. They couldn't believe that they had done this to themselves, and that Cayes had still brought them here even knowing what she would be putting them in such tempting, impossibly close reach of by doing so.

"A-ah..."

They both gurgled through their gags as they heard the turtle moan softly, followed by a warm giggle and the sound of beak against lips.

"Sella. N-Nico. I'm... I'm going to enjoy the party. You two can just... hang around for a bit. I'll come get you when we're done and make sure that you're comfortable. Until then... h-here's... ah... o-ohh, Xander... here's something to keep you busy."

They heard her voice already growing fainter as she spoke as though the kangaroo was dragging her away somewhere else, but they felt the promised something almost immediately. Sella groaned in dismay as the vibrator in her pussy picked up its intensity slightly, taking an instinctive step forward before realising that this wasn't a command to move but just something to ensure she remained helplessly worked up to an even greater degree while Cayes was away getting tongued or fucked or any number of other incredible ways she had no doubt that Xander could use to make her cum. A short distance away meanwhile, she heard a deep, echoing groan from what she could only assume was Nicoya. Though maybe not, as it sounded way more intense than the increase in pleasure that she had received should have warranted. And even with the toy inside her fellow pet potentially pressed against his prostate, Sella couldn't imagine that it could revel the pleasure of having a vibrator stimulating the interior of her pussy so directly.

Unless of course Cayes had turned Nicoya's toy up more than hers. But, surely the turtle knew better than that. Surely she realised what would happen if she left a chastity and bondage bound Nicoya with a vibrator turned all the way up inside his ass, no outlet, no relief possible for him, his lust and desperation only growing more and more and more with each passing second.

Another muffled, gagged but savage cry escaped the cat, and with a desperate whimper of her own Sella began to walk. To walk away from Nicoya. Away from the other bulky costumed pokemon on trembling legs weakened by the pleasure surging through her own body. She bumped into someone who laughed and apologised, stepping out of her way so that she could carry on. She hit someone else, spinning slightly upon the spot but continuing on in a straight line from that point regardless of her new orientation. All the while she was whimpering. All the while she was trembling, trying to convince herself that she was wrong, that Cayes wasn't going to do this to her. She knew she deserved to be punished for what she'd done. She knew they both did. But... if the kirin's mistress was really unleashing Nicoya upon everyone here, her chastity-locked self included, just to teach them a lesson in patience...?

Sella moaned through her gag in horror. She had wanted to tell herself that seemed cruel and unusual even for Cayes. But, if she was being perfectly honest with herself... it seemed exactly like something her mistress would do.

Thus, she kept on walking. She kept on trying to get as far away from Nicoya as possible. So that if she was right, and if Cayes had begun to torment and tease the cat mercilessly beyond what he could handle, she at least had a chance to escape before he was unleashed upon the rest of the party.

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Back where he had been left by his mistress, Nicoya fell to his knees in the bulky Minun costume as within the mask, behind the gag he wailed, mewled and snarled. Tears of desperation streamed from his eyes as he bucked his hips helplessly, uncontrollably against absolutely nothing, his sheath swollen and bulging against the metal bars of his chastity cage but utterly unable to grow any more, to feel any more. All the while, in his ass with its egg-shaped surface pressed tight to his prostate by the helpless clenching of his own muscles, the vibrator pummelled his tender insides with the most maxed out, powerful sensations possible.

"Mmmh... mmhhhnnnnhh!"

Nicoya closed his eyes and tried to breath deeply, only to cry out through his gag yet again as his hips helplessly bucked within the unwieldy suit surrounding them. He whimpered and attempted to mewl, to beg for relief not in the form of an orgasm, but just to have these feelings stop or even lessen just a little in their intensity. Didn't Cayes know what this was going to do to him? What it was already doing to him? He could feel movement beneath the straitjacket binding his torso tightly, but not tight enough, not strong enough to contain what would happen if he didn't get some form of release or relief soon. He could feel his arms clenching and fighting to get loose, so that if nothing else he could pull off his gag, the hood serving as his blindfold and warn whoever else was present to get away. He didn't want to subject Sella in particular to what he feared was going to happen, knowing that putting the kirin through that in her chastity bound state would be just as much an unbearable torment as Nicoya himself seemed soon to be lost to.

"Mmnhhhhhhhhh!"

He heard something tearing. Fabric giving way as his prostate ached and begged to be stimulated, to be teased and pleasured harder still as though that would somehow cause the chastity device preventing his cock from receiving pleasure to pop loose and erase all of his worries. He felt the motion writhing and thrashing within his bulky costume getting more and more free and wild, shaking his head even as he tried to stand up, only to tumble forward face first with no way to right himself.

"Whoa, that was quite a tumble! You okay in there?"

Nicoya's muffled wailing stopped as he heard a tender voice, utterly unfamiliar, address him with a warm, friendly giggle.

"Let's get you back up, huh?"

She guided him back to his feet, still shaking and feeling like he could collapse back down again at any moment, and he felt her hands brushing distantly, faintly at the front of his costume no doubt in an attempt to dust it down from any streaks and stains it might have acquired when falling to the floor.

"I bet you're a real cutie under that costume, aren't you?"

Now that he was upright though, the woman's warm, gentle voice changed slightly in its tone. It grew more sultry. Seductive. He felt the hand on his costume's front once again, and shuddered, whimpered as he felt it slide down and down, pushing firmly enough through the material of the costume's exterior to be tangible against his flesh beneath. He felt her hand grope ever further south until she was obviously attempting to fondle his crotch, and even though he couldn't feel a thing with his cock and balls bound as they were, the mere knowledge that someone was attempting to stroke his cock atop the continued, intense as ever buzzing in his ass proved the final straw for the helpless, utterly overwhelmed cat.

Tentacles erupted through the rear of Nicoya's straitjacket and the costume itself, and ripped the cat's body free from its confines in a matter of moments. He was still blind, still gagged and still locked in chastity too tight and delicate for his thick tendrils to free him, but that didn't matter. With this side of Nicoya now unleashed, and with his ass still shaking from within and his desire only building to more and more unbearably intense levels by the second, he didn't need to be able to see. He didn't need to be able to move. All he needed was for his tentacles, more and more pouring out of his torso by the second as they lashed and slathered their way across the party floor and encountered dozens of warm, eager bodies, to be able to feel what was around them. And sure enough, that was exactly what they did.

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Sella whimpered in frenzied anguish as she heard a scream of pleasure from close by. The tearing of clothes, followed by the unmistakable howl and slurp of someone starting to be fucked hard and deep by a thick, slime-drooling tentacle. Then another. And another. She broke into a run, blind panic accompanying her already physical state of blindness, but before she could trip or run headlong into a wall or anything else, she felt a thick something that could only be one of Nicoya's tentacles wrap around one of her feet and drag her to the ground. She felt more tentacles attacking the exterior of her costume, pulling off he Plusle outfit, her straitjacket, and to her shock one even teasing its way in through the folds of the hood wrapped around her small antlers. The kirin gurgled as her gag popped free from her muzzle, and she whimpered as the whole of the hood was torn away and cast aside.

Briefly she was blinded by the sudden presence of light, however dim, but it wasn't long before she was able to see once more as she was dragged back through what seemed to be a large, centralised ballroom in this sizeable manor-house. Her eyes bulged, and she screamed in anguish. It was exactly what she had feared. The walls of the room were decorated with not just halloween attire, but with the kinky sort of halloween attire made to resemble a BDSM dungeon. The many people present, those staring wide eyed and not yet swept up by Nicoya's tentacles, were wearing costumes with varied levels of intense sexiness, some half or even fully removed already as they had clearly been engaging in lewd activities as they danced, chatted and fooled around beneath the pounding music and alongside no doubt freely flowing drinks.

Sella groaned as she was yanked up into the air all of a sudden, dizzy as she hung upside down by one leg, rocking back and forth and trying to put together what she was seeing at this disorienting, one hundred and eighty degree flipped angle. She watched as a plump rabbit dressed as Ursula from the Little Mermaid was rendered airborne like herself, her ironically many tentacled dress falling uselessly and helplessly aside as one of Nicoya's violet tentacles plunged into the pantiless pussy beneath it. She watched as two figured hunched over a table at the nearby edge of the room were grabbed as they fucked and encircled by several separate tendrils, filling both their muzzles and all the holes not already occupied by the male's cock.

"Oh please, N-Nico... please..."

She let slip a frantic wail as she felt the tentacle wrapped around her own leg winding up and up its length until its tip was pressing between her inner thigh and the cool, tightly fitted metal of her chastity harness. She felt the tentacle tap against the cool metal, then press harder, fighting for entry. She trembled, closing her eyes and wordlessly continuing to beg that it would somehow free her and fuck her senselessly. But... no. To her horror, the tentacle did exactly what she had feared it would do. Exactly what had made her run so that she did not have to face exactly what she faced now. It set her down. It abandoned her. It left her, physically un-fuckable with her nether regions off limits, and ceased even attempting to stimulate her, meaning that all Sella could do as she sat there trembling and whimpering in the middle of the grand ballroom, was watch as the rest of the party-goers were fucked over, and over, and over again.

Slowly, carefully, Sella crawled towards Nicoya himself on all fours as all around her men, women, herms, people of all genders and orientations were united in a singular, spectacular orgy by the pleasure stricken cat's tentacles. Twice she was snatched up by another tentacle attracted by her hunger and desire, but twice she was set down hornier and more unsatisfied than ever. Even when she finally reached where the cat was sitting, hunched over with his torso exposed, the whole of the sides of his torso a whirling mass of hundreds of tentacles pouring forth as he whimpered and grunted in the utterly frantic and desperate thrall of his pleasurable denial, she couldn't do anything more than unfasten his gag and let him scream. She couldn't do anything more than taking off his hood and letting him see what he was doing to everyone else. She couldn't do more than wrap him up in her arms and hold him against her, the male cat's caged crotch rubbing against her own metal-clad loins utterly uselessly as they embraced, whimpered, and watched as the pleasure Nicoya was being denied was so hungrily thrust upon each and every other party-goer present by his rampant and out of control tentacles.

"Yes! Yes!"

Still hanging upside down in the air close by, the rabbit shrieked as her cum ran down her flipped body from where it was gushing from her tentacle-stuffed pussy, trickling through the fluff of her belly, between her breasts and running down onto the base of her chin.

"Mnnnhhhhaahhhhh!"

A lithe male tiger gurgled around the tentacle muzzle-fucking him while another wrapped around and engulfed his cock, the tentacle itself rippling and squeezing, milking him hard with only a few tiny droplets of cum escaping to reveal the reason for that particularly frantic roar. His cries only grew louder and more desperate however when just as was the case for Nicoya himself, the pleasure, the blissful torment simply failed to stop. The tentacle in his muzzle kept on humping at his face. The one wrapped around his cock continued to milk and squeeze even after he was spent. And as he lay back on the hardwood floors of the ballroom, trembling and gurgling in already overwhelmed over-stimulation, his eyes bulged as a new tendril began to probe at the pucker of his ass.

All around the room, in dozens, probably literally hundreds of cases considering how busy the party had sounded before all lewd, lustful hell broke loose, people were fucked and pleasured to excess and beyond. There was no stopping. There was no too much or too hard. There were just the tentacles consuming them, overwhelming everything they had come here tonight expecting to experience, but finally understanding Xander's cryptic promise that this uniquely adult party would make them all believe that halloween horrors might not be quite so horrific after all. There was just pleasure. Satisfaction. Pure stimulation carried through to completion over, and over, and over again.

All except for Nicoya himself of course, which was precisely why his tentacles could not and would not stop working the many, many bodies wrapped up within them. All except for him, and the kirin holding him and whispering to him as they trembled and shook in their denial together.

"I-it's okay, Nico. Mistress will... ah... s-she'll make it better. When she knows we've learned our lesson, w-when she knows how sorry we are, she'll... oohh... she'll make everything better again, and... s-she'll let you cum. She'll let us both cum again."

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"God... X-Xander... I'm gonna cum again..."

In a room a short distance away from the main ballroom, able to hear the shrieks, the howls, the muffled squishing of tentacles into countless wet, sloppy orifices but separated from it for now at least, Cayes moaned tenderly to the kangaroo beneath her. He shuddered and moaned wordlessly back, wiggling his ass and twitching his tail where it lay resting over one of the turtle's shoulders. With another moan he hungrily for the strap-on wielding woman to fuck him harder. To do whatever it took to make herself cum once more. And as she hunched over him, baseball cap still resting upon her head as the only remaining portion of her costume still present on her person, Cayes did just that.

A loud thudding knock rang against the door of this neatly decorated drawing room, but the two moaning, trembling figures within ignored it. The vibrating end of the double-sided toy that Cayes was fucking Xander with so effectively was doing just as good a job on her as it was on him, and she honestly didn't care if anyone came in and watched the finale of this latest fuck, so long as they didn't interrupt. They knocked again. Louder. Harder. The door shaking slightly on its heavy hinges, but still not interrupting the pair's passions.

"Ah. Cayes. F-fuck me! Don't stop... I... I'm g-gonna..."

Xander gasped breathlessly as the turtle kept on humping him, tossing his head back in delight as he felt her hand wrap around his body, enclose his cock and begin to stroke it at a pace that matched the pounding strokes of her toy against his prostate. He was so close. The knocking on the door got louder still. So fucking close. The room shook with the intensity of the knocking.

Xander shuddered, his fingers clawing helplessly at the fabrics of the rich, probably centuries old Afghan rug upon which both he and Cayes had already cum twice apiece. He felt Cayes tense against him, and groaned happily as he felt her midsection shaking as her hips pressed to his ass, trembling with how close she was, how desperate she was for release.

The doors burst open, ripped clean off their hinges as a tidal surge of overlapping tendrils poured into the room. They peeled the enraptured pair apart with ease, wrapping around arms, legs, torsos, necks, but they did not leave them hanging for a single moment. A thick tentacle invaded Cayes' pussy as soon as the strap-on had been cast aside, and another equally thick and ooze-dripping tentacle plunged itself deep into the already loosened, lubricated hole that the turtle had been filling for the kangaroo merely an instant or so later. They wailed together in orgasm as they were dragged backwards together, out of that room and back into the main ballroom itself. Cayes caught a glimpse of Xander's cock twitching and spurting as he was pulled away from her further still, and the kangaroo saw the turtle's pussy gushing freely as she shrieked just before another thick tentacle stuffed itself into her mouth.

Neither one of them were surprised of course. It had been their combined planning which had put this night together, after all. Xander provided the setup and the space, the people and the excuse for them being there. And Cayes, she provided Nicoya, not to mention a reason to lock him away in chastity... though Sella had more than accidentally obliged in that regard... so that she could then provoke him into... well, exactly this.

They weren't surprised therefore as they were dragged into that writhing orgy of floating, suspended bodies and feverishly fucking tentacles, but just as all the other participants present at the party had been, they too were overwhelmed. Xander had been told by Cayes how out of control Nicoya could get when worked up without release, but this was something beyond his prior comprehension. And even Cayes herself, who had dealt with Nicoya in this state delightedly on many occasions before, could barely believe just how many people her sweet, eldrich-inclined pet was handling so passionately and repeatedly all at once.

"Oooh... ohh yes, Nico..."

She giggled and shrieked as she was driven to orgasm by the cat's ravenous, insatiable tendrils yet again, riding out the waves of intense pleasure and as she did so thinking how fun it was going to be to finally free Nicoya from his chastity after this. How good it would feel, no matter how many times his tentacles had pounded her, to see the relief and joy on his face as he was freed from his chastity and allowed to mount her. To bury his cock in her pussy, to bury his face in Sella's crotch and work until they both came long and hard, finally setting all of them free from this otherwise endless cycle of unsatisfied pleasure and ever growing need for more.

All she had to do now was actually get to him.

She blushed slightly as the tentacles wrapped around every one of her limbs squeezed tighter and the one buried deep in her pussy began to slide passionately in and out once again.

Sure, right now she couldn't remember exactly how she'd planned to do that. Indeed, she wasn't entirely sure she'd ever come up with an actual, sure fire way on how to do that if Nicoya didn't have the conscious thought to pull her close and apologise for his earlier transgression, to beg her to set him and Sella free. But, surely he would. Surely he wasn't so out of his mind with desire that he wouldn't be able to form such a coherent thought. Surely, she wouldn't have to wait, to ride this out until the batteries in that wireless vibrator pounding against his prostate ran out.

A soft whimper escaped her lips as she considered something else.

Not just batteries. The extra, extra... extra long life batteries she had ensured were included with that brand of vibe.

She moaned, glancing around at the countless people writhing in pleasure, screaming, thrashing, cumming uncontrollably over and over again because of her, all hanging in the air suspended by her pet's wild, savagely mindless tentacles.

Surely he wouldn't be able to keep fucking all these people, herself and Xander amongst them, for the whole night.

Would he?

By Jeeves

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