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Tentacle Tickles

Always the quiet type of gryphoness. Ichaya was friends with so many people - many of them extroverts - but no matter who she was with or what she was doing, she always ended up fading into the background of any social gathering. Her friends - including Rick - loved taking her places and introducing her to more and more of his friends, but in the end it almost always resulted in her relaxing on her own instead of participating in whatever event they had planned or whatever orgy broke out.

In all honesty, she preferred it this way. Socialization is a very important element in anyone's life and she was by no means antisocial, but she generally preferred to keep to herself, chat with a close-knit group of her own friends, and simply keep quiet.

That didn't mean she wasn't a kinky hen, though. While she generally preferred to keep out of the sexual affairs of strangers or friends she wasn't intimately familiar with - barring a few exceptions - she had quite the adventurous side and most of her close friends knew this.

Rick was in cahoots with a bunch of locals that could provide him with all manner of kinky devices and services, so he had gotten Ichaya a bit of a gift with the help of Therris and Vvilfred - two locals who had their finger on the pulse of the kinky underbelly of Klyneth. If this box was something sourced by Vvilfred, Rick, Therris, or any of the others from that group, it would be exciting!

The problem was that it was just a box. A small, nondescript gift box with a lid sealed by ribbon and a card tied to the top that simply said 'have fun' with no indication of what was inside. The box was perhaps 30cm by 30cm and 10cm tall, so it could have been a dildo or insertable toy of some sort, but when she shook the box she heard nothing and only felt the heft of it. The box was very heavy, like it was filled with water or something similar. However, upon shaking it she felt no splashes or shifting of weight like she would if whatever was inside was liquid. At one point she assumed it to be a special type of magical lube but the shake test told her otherwise.

She couldn't open the box until she was at home and naked, though. That's what Rick told her. He gave her specific instructions that she was, under no circumstances, to untie the ribbon that held the box shut until she was at home, alone, in the mood for some fun, and fully nude; he also made her swear to abide by this rule or he wouldn't give it to her. She agreed to his terms. This made her curious to the point she nearly broke that agreement, but then remembered all the weird relics and toys Rick had provided her with in the past and decided to do as she was told.

His history told her that if he demanded something in that way, it was best to obey. Rick didn't make a habit of talking things up or trying to sound more interesting than he actually was; if he gave a warning, it was almost certainly with very good reason.

Once she returned home, she laid the box on the floor in the bathroom and paused to silently contemplate whether or not she was in the mood to go on a sexual adventure. She was, of course. She rarely wasn't in the mood, but she wasn't sure if she was in the mood for something adventurous or something a bit more subdued and simplistic. It really could go either way, anything from simply fingering herself to outright abusing potions to work past her limits to do all sorts of weird kinkery.

Ichaya wasn't in heat on this day, but that didn't stop her from wanting to see just what was in store for her. In an odd way, she liked the idea of taking a risk and seeing where it ended up. She was in the mood for some fun, but figured the addition of unknown variables might spice it up. If it was just a bit of special tingly lube, she'd use it with a toy. If it was some crazy expanding creature that was going to invade her loins, she'd have to deal with that. Not knowing what she was going to get made the whole ordeal a magnitude more exciting for her, so she went ahead and opened the gift box.

She started by undressing in the bathroom and tossing her garments on the floor near the door. Then, she was very deliberate in the tugging of the ribbon that sealed the box, slowly undoing the bowtie before letting it collapse around the edge of the box. Nothing happened. The lid didn't pop off, nothing escaped, no sounds or puffs of smoke emerged, the box just sat there doing nothing.

"Well that's a little disappointing." Ichaya muttered to herself before grabbing the lid and flipping it off to the side, revealing that the box was full of nothing but a bright pink goop. "Yep, definitely disappointing." She said as she slapped its surface.

The pink slime barely moved, which told her it was a bit more firm than it looked. Curious, she dragged her fingers through it to see if it was alive or not and was disappointed to see that it appeared to not be a creature but just a box full of slime. She cupped some in her palm and pulled it away from the rest, ran it between her fingers, tested it for various properties, and even sniffed it to see if it had any distinct scent before licking it.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Its texture was taut but only slightly lubricated, the goop held its shape like corn starch and water when she squeezed, it had almost no scent or taste, and it wasn't doing anything. The only thing that stood out about it was its thixotropic properties altering its firmness from that of a gel to that of a near-solid upon agitation.

Disappointed, she shrugged and slid the box to the side. "Well that's not very fun, is it?" Her mind raced with all the creativity she could muster to see if she could figure out exactly what the slime could possibly have been and found nothing. It wasn't a lubricant, it didn't appear to be edible or have any aromatic properties. She took in a deep breath and held it to see if what little aroma it possessed was having an effect on her mental state but she felt nothing. It wasn't an aphrodisiac, it wasn't a numbing agent, and while she figured it might be a potion or something, the concoction lacked the teal mist that emanated from potions or ademane crystals.

After running out of ideas to explain away what might have been in the box, she slipped into the shower and turned on the tap in an attempt to put the gift out of her mind. She figured by this point that there was something waiting for her or that the goo had some other special property that she hadn't considered; Rick never gave her duds, his gifts were always exciting.

And for that reason, she couldn't quite pry her thoughts away from the box of pink slime. The goopy mess that waited for her outside of her shower. Something was up, something was going to happen, she just didn't know what. This further accentuated the excitement and anticipation she felt regarding the joy of the unknown. That sense of letting fate decide was growing even stronger the longer she waited and the more options she considered.

One idea did bubble up in the back of her mind but it never quite took as a reasonable outcome; she discounted the idea of the slime being alive when she parted chunks of it in her palm. However, she hadn't considered just what was possible within the realm of the region and what Rick was able to get.

As she cleaned herself, she was completely oblivious to what was going on beyond the steam-coated panels of the shower. In fact, she was so oblivious that she didn't notice what was happening until she turned the water off, shook her feathers as dry as they would go, and stepped out to stand on the towel on the ground between herself and the box of goop.

The image that greeted her was that of a leafless vine tree made of pink goop growing out of the gift box made of tendrils. The tentacles of the pink mass wrapped around one another in a cycle up to about her chest height with each of the gooey tentacles parting from the 'trunk' to form branches of their own. All of which seemed to turn to her the second she closed the shower door behind her.

"O-oh..." She muttered to herself as she stopped herself from grabbing a towel. "So this is what Rick had in mind." That was the last thing she was able to whisper before the half dozen tentacles splayed out and peeled away from one another to extend towards her. The first two grabbed her ankles and started slithering up her calves while a second pair balanced in the air towards her midsection and the third pair lashed out and wrapped around her wrists!

It all happened so fast that she didn't have time to resist or brace herself. Each of the four that wrapped around her ankles and wrists pulled her down onto all fours while slithering up her limbs towards her torso. The remaining two constricted her belly as the slimy mass seeped into her fur and feathers, ruffling her plumage and making a mess of her while squeezing her and holding her in place.

There was an element of panic bubbling within her, but it was quickly squashed by the allure of such a powerful tentacle beast taking her with such ease. The danger that came from lacking control mixed with her own fetish for this exact thing to give her a familiar swelling in her loins. She could feel her depths tingling and swelling with anticipation, a tickling sensation of fluid dribbling down her lips to accentuate it all. She knew what was coming and happily embraced all that she'd get!

Her beak chattered and her back dipped to push into the tentacles, tail up and hoisted to the side ensuring the slime creature had whatever access it wanted to her loins. She wanted to reach up between her legs in order to spread her lips and give some attention to her clit, but the tentacles wrapped around her wrist ensured she was unable to do much of anything short of give in to its will.

Of course, this was not a problem to her. In fact, she was so willing to submit to this creature that she actually closed her eyes so that she might focus more on what it did to her rather than be distracted by the décor of her bathroom. While she couldn't pleasure herself with her hands, she was able to cross her wrists and flop down onto her chest with her chin and breasts pressed to the tile of the bathroom floor, rump end up with blue flesh aching to be filled.

She wasn't sure if perhaps the goo creature had been trained or just naturally enjoyed the comfort or warm, moist holes, but it didn't take long at all for the tip of one of its tendrils to find her lips and force its way past them. Not just one, but two tendrils parted her lips and danced their way into her like a pair of mating snakes, coiling around one another and forming a bulge that acted like a knot. The added pressure they put upon her depths made her whimper and chirp while struggling to maintain her composure. Ichaya didn't share her home with others so she was alone, but if she cried out too loudly, the neighbours could hear and maybe express concern.

Ichaya was by no means concerned. In fact, she was losing herself to the pleasure of a rotating, grinding mass of tendrils balled up inside her, tugging her flesh from within and sliding against her walls in such a manner that she felt like she was being granted every variation of pleasure all at once.

The twisting, tangled mass of dexterous tentacles managed to thrust, twist, tug, push, expand, and vibrate all at once! Such a blend of pleasures all dialed up to maximum intensity left her with her eyes rolling, her lower beak quivering, and her legs week enough that she collapsed onto her belly with the tentacle slime still inside her. This, of course, only increased the pressure on her lower belly to further intensify the pleasure she felt within her.

While there on her belly, she spread her legs so that her knees were up by her side, forcing herself into a submissive, breeding position for the many pink tentacles. They continued to tug, to throb and to expand, and after a few moments another two tentacles branched off from the existing ones to pry her lips apart and join the first handful of them inside her, adding to the girth of the tendrils.

Such intensity could do nothing but grow as time went on. She thought she'd have been exhausted by now, her natural lubricant spent and her walls tender against the grinding and thrusting of the tentacles, but she seemed to be getting even more out of the the longer she held out. The tentacles seemed to be secreting a slick, viscous lubricant of their own that kept her walls slick while more and more of them forced their tips into her pussy. She could feel the bulge forming in her lower belly, an indicator that the knot of tendrils inside her was growing well beyond what she thought naturally possible. Once the tentacles wrapped around her wrist released her, she slid her hands between her legs.

The tendrils tugged again, like a drake's knot, in an attempt to yank out of her, but they seemed stuck. The added pressure of it all was almost too much, so she pushed herself over the limit by rubbing her clit at the same time with one hand while her other hand caressed the rim of her distended vulva that was struggling to keep the knot of tendrils inside her. While she did this, another tendril wrapped around her chest and forced itself between her breasts, massaging her there and teasing her nipples.

This was not something she was usually into, at least not without a loving partner there to treat her properly, but something about the pink tentacle beast put her at ease. Maybe it was the floral scent, or maybe it was the intensity of the ever-shifting mass of tendrils tugging on her pussy from inside? She wasn't sure, but she did know that she felt comfortable letting the gooey mass ravage her.

And ravage her it did. With one tentacle around her torso and the rest of them either swirling and writhing inside her or teasing the fur of her thighs and hindquarters, the creature hoisted her up and slammed her down onto her back in one fluid motion, the pressure inside her growing so intense she couldn't help but cry out in that split second. However, as she got slammed down on her back she felt almost like she was in a completely submissive mood, now. She didn't want to rub herself, she didn't want to resist, she just wanted to relax and let the beast do whatever it wished to her.

However, right as she hit that plateau of sustained, orgasmic bliss brought on by the shifting knot inside her, the tentacle creature relaxed and untangled itself from her depths, slowly pulling one tendril after another out of her. She counted more than ten tendrils, each smothered in fluid and about an inch in diameter, leaving her swollen and tender on the way out. While this happened, they merged into one about the girth of her wrist that motioned a lick up between her lips. With this final act accompanied by another squeeze of her breast, the beast seemed like it was spent.

But then, right as she was about to collapse once more, the creature's single, thick tendril thrust into her hard and deep, the tip balling itself up within her depths before tugging the rest of it in after!

Ichaya felt an intense and immediate pressure as the creatures mass slurped up into her in its entirety, a pressure that made her flutter in delight as her eyes rolled back. She was on the verge of panic, but the delight she felt was entirely too much to hold back so she resisted grabbing the length of tendril that was still outside of her and instead rubbed her clit once more.

And then, as suddenly as it had began, the last of the slime disappeared into her as her blue-fleshed lips closed up behind it. She felt a notable hint of pressure inside, but that pressure soon dissipated and left her feeling empty. The creature had to be the size of a shoe box in total, yet despite watching every last bit of it force its way into her, she saw no evidence of a bulge and felt no mass inside her.

Curious, she spread her lips with her fingers and explored herself as deep as her digits would go only to find nothing of note. It was almost like the creature had forced itself into her only to then disappear into nothingness or get absorbed into her flesh.

This brought with it a litany of questions, but she was still a little too disoriented to properly dwell upon any of them. Instead, she rolled to her feet, forced herself to get dressed, and decided it was time to eat. She was suddenly very, very hungry.