“Caralu, Gonath, Targeskus!” shouted Tyledis, a young magician. A bright green flash erupted from his hand and...

	“Nothing. What am I doing wrong?” Sighed the little mouse, looking over his books for a solution. Professor Flint, his tutor, reached over his shoulder and pointed out a set of runes midway down one page. 

	“You forgot the hand signs. Watch me...” said the older mouse, demonstrating a complex series of motions with his hairless paws. As he performed them, crackles of energy danced over his fingertips. Without the incantation, the spell fizzled, but the demonstration served its purposed. With no way of repeating the sequence after only seeing it once, Tyledis let out an exasperated sigh.

	“Ugh. I need to get out another book, just to cast spells from this one? Hold on.” Sighed Tyledis, digging through his backpack for a small tome entitled Symbolism of Mystic Linguistics: a primer. The duo spent the next few minutes going over the meanings of the different runes, how they are attached to hand signs, and why they are necessary to the process of spellcasting. 

	“Okay, I think you're ready to try it again. Just be careful to get your paws out of the way when you cast it. Don't want to singe yourself.”

	Tyledis nodded and set his books aside. He set out some fresh reagents and began the hand 
signs, reciting the spell as he went. “Caralu, Gonath, Targeskus” Said Tyledis with conviction. This time, a bright blue flash erupted from his reagents. Tyledis jumped back in his seat and waved smoke out of his face, stifling a cough. In place of his supplies lay a small purple gemstone. Tyledis picked the new creation up and rolled it over in his hands. He had managed to create an infusion gem, an important ingredient in crafting tools like wands and rings. 

	“Not bad, Ty. You'll have a personalized wand in no time. Just think, that gemstone is made of things important to you. A bit of silicon powder for your geekiness, a touch of blue dye representing your impressive blue mane, and a sample of your writing.” Murmured Professor Flint. “The first time I made one of those, well... I was much older than you are. If you keep this up, I won't be able to teach you anymore.”

	“I'm not sure what I'd do if that happened. You're one of the best in the academy.”

	“The problem isn't what I'm able to teach. The problem is what you should be allowed to learn.” said flint, scratching his chin.

	Tyledis only sighed. It was true that Professor Flint could teach him almost anything he sought to learn, but he was simply too young to be trusted with some things. Summoning was completely off limits for now, as was any form of conjuration. The restriction made these schools all the more fascinating to him. He had stacks of books about the mysteries of subspace and aether, and loved learning as much as he could about these mysterious realms. 

	“At any rate, it's almost lights-out time. Here's a note, in case someone stops you on your way back. If you'd like, I can hold on to that gem for the time being.” Said Professor Flint, pulling Tyledis out of his thought.
	
	“Sure, it'll be safer that way. Have a good night, Percy.” Said Tyledis as he walked out of the library. 

	Tyledis walked through the halls with a ball of light following him, something he's cast to help him see. He wound up slipping and falling in a puddle he didn't notice, staining his clothes with slick, clear slime. Cursing under his breath, he stumbled to his feet and grabbed the book he had dropped, finding it pages down in the puddle. He looked for the source of the puddle and saw that it came from under a nearby closet door. This stuff is too thick to be mop water. I'd better get away from that door. Thought the frustrated mouse. He turned to leave, trying to brush slime off himself as he went. He couldn't hear the slime's owner slinking up behind him, and shouted in surprise when it grabbed him by the ankle. The tentacle around his leg quickly whipped him off his feet and began dragging him back towards the closet. 

	He kicked madly at the creature's arm, soon to find a new tentacle around his other ankle. As he was yelling for help, another slimy red tentacle forced it's way into his mouth, leaving him silent as he crossed the threshold into the closet. Another tentacle closed the door behind him, leaving him with his back to it. Tyledis could make out the source of the tentacles, a small box in the closet with him, from which the slime-coated tentacles originated. He bit down hard on the one in his mouth still wrestling against his bonds. His bite had no effect, and the creature's slime seemed to be weakening his jaw as it effortlessly maintained its position. Meanwhile, the tendrils on his legs snaked up under his pants, removing his sandals and discarding them as they went. 

	The tentacles were too slick for him to grab, allowing them to split and tear his pants and shirt clean off. The set of tendrils then withdrew from him, with only the one in his mouth remaining. He fought against it still, but was quickly tiring out. Before long he noticed something else: The tentacle was moving. It was sliding in and out of his maw. I'm being raped! What the hell is this thing? He tried to stand against the door, but the slime coating the floor kept him from finding purchase. I'm 14 years old, and I'm being raped in a closed by architect knows what. The tentacle in his mouth continued its slow, rhythmic thrusting, occasionally leaking a musky fluid down the poor mouse's throat. At this point Tyledis had all but given up, kneeling against the door with his paws around the oral invader. His body had betrayed him long ago, growing needy at the tentacle's slimy caress. His penis was rock hard, but the last thing on his mind was getting off to the slimy monster having its way with him. 

	The tentacle fucking his muzzle eventually slowed, pulsing hotly inside his mouth. Salty, musky cum shot down Tyledis's throat as the invader pulsed lewdly. It pulled free and sprayed several more bursts across his face and into his open mouth. Tyledis sighed, looking down at the disgusting red tendril in his hands, before it slipped from his grasp and slunk back into its box. With no time to think, several more burst from the box and bound him tightly. The slime-slicked mouse had no time to scream before a new tentacle slammed into his mouth. I need to cum, I don't care what's happening anymore, I just can't help it, He thought as he struggled to free his hands. With his eyes screwed shut as they were, he wouldn't have seen another shape snaking out of the box. 

	He yelped, or rather jumped, as the new tentacle pressed it's head against his tailhole.  He had no more fight left in him, and simply laid back, looking down at the reddish tentacle pressing against him. It's going up my ass, no question. I just hope it doesn't hurt me. It was sliding over his ring, coating it with slime as it passed. The tentacle then pushed past his virgin tailhole, slow but steady. Tyledis laid back against the door and moaned into the tentacle fucking his mouth. That felt REALLY good. Something in the slime?  Thought the lusty mouse boy as the new invader went to work slowly fucking his tailhole. The way it moved, it made sure to brush past his prostate with every slow push. 

	Tyledis sighed and squirmed as it worked, trying to get it to speed up. This was a totally new sensation to him, but he knew from the way it felt that he could cum from something like this. The tentacle kept working him over, even as the one in his mouth pulled out and sprayed a load of otherworldly spunk over the tired mouse kid. He moaned aloud, having forgotten about screaming for help now that he was enjoying himself. The monster seemed content to let him huff and moan for a bit, then sent yet another tentacle into his hungry maw. He felt the tentacle in his ass thrust very deep into him, and start throbbing and pulsating as his body filled with heat. Tyledis finally cum as well, but in a very different way than he'd known. His crotch fired up, and he sprayed his own small offering of seed into the dark closet, but warmth and ecstasy spread through his body, in addition to the spunk now spraying into him. He squirmed side to side, relishing the feeling of the hot, slimy tentacle unleashing thick, otherworldly cum into his bowels. Near the same time, the newest oral invader shoved into his throat and spewed a fresh load into his gullet. Both withdrew from him, but not before letting him rest in a blissful afterglow.

	He awoke in the infirmary the next morning, thankfully a Saturday. After some basic checkups and a word with a counselor, he refused to leave school over the incident and declined sending home a note, telling the nurse that he'd rather they didn't know about it. He met up with his friends and found them surprised to see him okay. They story was that he'd been attacked and mauled by something, and the truth had been hidden to protect Tyledis's pride. He spent the day hanging out with his friends, playing soccer, teaching them spells, and had a healthy dinner before heading back to his dorm to study some more.

	There, he found a wooden box in the center of the room with a note attached:

Dear Tyledis Cartwright
		
	I'd like to apologize for what happened. I had left this in the closet and intended to pick it up the next morning, which is when I found you. Truth be told, this was a little experiment of mine to create something that would help around the house. It went very, wrong and wound up too close to cosmic horror for comfort. The thing is, when I brought it into the school to have it destroyed, it wouldn't show itself. They have to know what something is before they incinerate it, for safety reasons, and offered to let me leave it there and have them 	take a look at it. It must have woken up in the night, and decided to 'help' you. No telling why it took the actions that it did, but it started mewling and crying at me as I was about to leave the campus. I was astonished, since I had designed it to be silent. To be fair, I also designed it without a sex drive. Magic is as it does however, and in some cases it does unexpected things. 	

	Regardless, I must have taken a liking to you, and would likely die of depression if I took it 	home. Since it appears to be smarter than I initially thought, I decided to leave it in your care, rather than dispose of it. Your teachers know of it, as does your tutor, Percival Flint, but you might just want to keep quiet about it, all things considered.

	Finally, you should know something. That creature was designed from the ground up to be helpful, and as such is fed by positive emotions. That way, when people had their dishes done or their clothing washed, it gets rewarded. If that's the case, I imagine you had a very good time that night. It should survive indefinitely as long as you're happy to have it around, but it won't hurt you if you decide to open the box every now and again. It's young, and your encounter can only have cemented it's sexual nature. At this point, only one thing can come of it, but you're probably quite alright with that, aren't you?

						Kind Regards, Archmage Carson.