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Before long she finds herself the next victim of whatever had taken the other girl and soon enough she would suffer the same fate...[/i]\n\nAdmittedly, not the most creative title, but it fits the genre so... This was inspired by a little flash(?) game of the same name so it may feel familiar to some of you. I found myself wondering at the logistics of how the scenario played out and this idea popped out.\n\nThis was also an exercise in working on a quick \"no context\" story, which I feel was mostly successful. I guess you can tell me. Also, let me know if the Eldritch undertones landed or not. I didn't want to go too crazy with that but enough to get the point across. In any case, like everything else it ran a little longer than I intended but I doubt anyone will mind that.\n\nMore canon stories to come, for real this time.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Sylvia's world suddenly took a turn for the incomprehensible when she witnessed another girl come stumbling out of a locker in her school. Before long she finds herself the next victim of whatever had taken the other girl and soon enough she would suffer the same fate...

Admittedly, not the most creative title, but it fits the genre so... This was inspired by a little flash(?) game of the same name so it may feel familiar to some of you. I found myself wondering at the logistics of how the scenario played out and this idea popped out.

This was also an exercise in working on a quick "no context" story, which I feel was mostly successful. I guess you can tell me. Also, let me know if the Eldritch undertones landed or not. I didn't want to go too crazy with that but enough to get the point across. In any case, like everything else it ran a little longer than I intended but I doubt anyone will mind that.

More canon stories to come, for real this time.", "writing": "Sylvia walked out of the shower at her school, towel wrapped around her chest and another in her long, silver hair. Unlike most of the girls her age apparently, the snow white fox cub was still very shy about getting undressed in front of her peers. This fact had made her move to middle school a nightmare, as now her P.E. classes included gathering in a locker room with all the other girls to change before and after. It had taken some doing, but she had managed to find ways to maintain her privacy for the most part (thankfully her teacher for the following class didn’t mind her being a minute or two late every so often).\n\nHer shower hadn’t been as long as she would have liked as some of the other girls had lingered a little longer than normal forcing her to timidly wait her turn, but it was enough to wash away the sweat from her previous activities. And with any luck there would be nobody left in the room at all; there were no other classes that had P.E. after hers so there was no worry about anyone coming in. She made her way to her locker, a large standing case much like those that lined the hallways outside. Her ears picked up nothing but the sounds of her own breathing. She let herself relax, she was indeed alone.\n\nThe fox cub opened her locker, retrieving her school uniform which she had neatly folded up earlier when changing for gym class. The uniform consisted of a white button-up shirt with a red vest and matching skirt, a normal enough design that most of the all-girls student body was at least okay with. Before that though Sylvia pulled on her panties, simple white cotton but then decorated with pink and yellow flowers. While they were her favorites still, she had learned quickly that her peers considered such things childish which had played into her reluctance to change in front of anyone else. She then reached for her training bra before deciding against it. Having just turned 11, she had just entered the earliest stages of puberty and her chest began to show the very beginnings of the shape they would one day take. Her mother had bought her the thing in order to get the cub used to wearing a bra in the future but she found it to be endlessly uncomfortable against her suddenly much more sensitive chest and went without it whenever she could get away with it.\n\nOnce again fully dressed, Sylvia folded up her gym clothes and towels into a bag before closing and locking the locker. She was going to be late to her next class, that was beyond question at that point, so there was no reason to try to run for it. Instead, the fox cub resolved to head back to her main locker to grab a few things from her backpack.\n\nAs she turned to leave the changing room, humming to herself, she suddenly jumped as, like a bolt of lightning in the otherwise silent room, there was a sudden banging noise. She spun around but nothing immediately caught her attention. It sounded as though something was banging against metal, not unlike the lockers throughout the room. As she considered that the banging sounded again, more insistent than before; she also heard what she thought was a muffled voice beneath it.\n\nCuriosity and fear began to grip at her in equal measure, but in the end curiosity won out. Thoughts of the class she was now missing completely gone from her mind, Sylvia wandered back into the locker room, seeking to identify the source of the unexplained noises. She tracked the now constant sounds to the back of the room towards the corner. As she approached what she assumed was the source, the banging and unexplained moaning suddenly ceased. In its absence the room fell eerily silent once again.\n\nSylvia debated with herself what to do. Should she try to open the offending door? But it would certainly be locked right...? Before she could come to any conclusion, she jumped back with a start as the locker door suddenly swung open slamming noisily into the neighboring door. To her complete shock, out of the locker stumbled another girl!\n\nThe other cub, a pink sheep, was clearly another student as she wore the same uniform, albeit looking heavily disheveled on her. She had clearly been through quite an ordeal as she was very unsteady on her feet, having to steady herself on the opposite locker before she began to wander away. She had a distant look in her eyes and a trembling smile on her face. The other cub didn’t seem to even notice Sylvia’s presence as she slowly meandered away; occasionally she would twitch and let out a strange wavering noise almost like a moan.\n\nThe fox cub wanted to call out to the other girl but was too stunned by the whole bizarre situation to think of anything. Instead she continued to stare as the sheep passed her by. As she passed, Sylvia was treated to a new shock; the other girl’s skirt was ridden up in the back, revealing the girl was bottomless. What’s more, her bottom was covered in some strange wetness that seemed to be originating from her tailhole which, Sylvia realized after a moment, was wide open and leaking a thick, white goop. The fox quickly pulled her eyes away from the other girl’s shame to the floor where she found a trail of said goop leading back to the locker she had inexplicably stumbled out of. Something about that bothered her. The girl was about the same height and size as her, how had she been able to get into one of the lockers at all...?\n\nA quick glance up showed that the dazed cub was stumbling towards the showers, or perhaps the toilets that were set next to the shower room. Seeing this, the fox cub’s mind finally began to process and gave her an answer; it didn’t really matter how impossible the circumstances seemed, she needed to help the other girl. Clearly something had happened to her and while she didn’t appear to be hurt she was clearly not okay. She needed to get the other girl to the nurse.\n\nShe resolved to call after the lamb, help her to the nurse’s office. Hopefully she would be able to find out what had happened in the process. Before she could make a move towards either of those goals however another locker suddenly exploded open behind her. In her shock she didn’t have a chance to respond when... something suddenly coiled itself around her waist. Confusion gave way to outright panic when the strange appendage began to pull at her with surprising strength back towards the open locker. Instinct compelled her to struggle, to run, but just as quickly as the first coil had snared her, two more wrapped themselves around her legs, lifting her off the ground where her struggling would prove useless. A fourth coiled over her neck and mouth before she even thought to scream. Unable to properly resist, all Sylvia could do was look at the lamb pleadingly as she was quickly carried into the open locker.\n\nOnce passed the barrier of the locker door, the... wherever she was being taken, expanded out passed the barriers of what she would expect. What little she could make out in the dim red light passed the open locker door appeared to be some kind of pink, fleshy masses lining the walls of the space. Another of the tendrils reached for the locker door from the inside and pulled it closed behind it. The last thing she saw before her world went dark was the lamb. It was difficult to tell from the distance between them but it looked as though some level of clarity had returned to the other girl’s eyes. Rather than being shocked or worried though, it looked like the other girl was smiling while she watched Sylvia being carried away...\n\nThe instant the door shut behind them it disappeared as though it was never there at all, another flesh wall emerging in its place. There the fox remained suspended by the strange appendages that had suddenly cubnapped her, trapped in their surprisingly strong grasp. It occurred to her after a moment that her arms remained free. She reached as far as she could in every direction but was unable to find anything but empty space; she truly was helpless in this horrible limbo at the “hands” of this...\n\nIt occurred to her that she had no idea of what exactly it was that had taken her. All she had seen or felt was several long, prehensile tendrils, she wasn’t sure if there was anything at the center of the mass or even if the separate tendrils were part of a single entity. They seemed to have some level of intelligence as they were coordinated in their purpose, whatever that was beyond cubnapping... Was this the same creature that had taken the lamb girl before her? What had it done to her...?\n\nPanic began to settle in Sylvia’s mind as more and more questions without answers posed themselves to her. Her arms found the appendages that wrapped around her legs, desperately tugging against them. To her growing horror, she found that even with both hands they were a good deal stronger than her and easily resisted her attempts to displace them. Moments later, another pair of the tendrils crept in from behind her; by the time she felt them sliding over her arms it was too late to try to pull away. The tendrils, in an impressive display of dexterity, were able move along with her panicked flailing as they continued to encircle her arms until they suddenly pulled taut, forcing her arms up over her head and completely immobilizing her.\n\nThe tentacle that had wrapped around her neck quickly uncoiled and retracted. At the same time another one appeared in front of her, much thicker than those that had dragged her into this place; this one made no move to ensnare her and rather simply hung in the air in front of her, its tip a few inches from her face. It almost seemed like the thing was considering her, measuring her up for whatever its ultimate motivation was.\n\nWas this its “face”? Aside from being considerably larger than the others Sylvia could find no discernable difference between it and them. And what did it intend for her now that she was completely helpless before it? She realized that her mouth was no longer covered, but terror choked her voice away and she only managed an intelligible sob, her eyes quickly clouding over with tears.\n\nThe tentacle, the “main” tentacle, slowly moved forward until it brushed gently across the side of the girl’s face. Sylvia froze under the strange creature’s touch. The gesture was not too dissimilar to how her parents would occasionally pet her; it might have actually been comforting were in not for the incomprehensible horror that had consumed her whole world. The main tentacle pulled back again to “stare” at the cub while several more smaller tendrils began to rise up from the mass surrounding her. The newcomers rose to the same height as the main tentacle and mimicked its gentle swaying movements as though waiting for some kind of cue from it.\n\nTime seemed to grind to a halt as the stare down stretched on and on. Sylvia was paralyzed in fright as her mind conjured up images of fantastical and terrible fates that potentially awaited her once the creature(s?) decided it had waited long enough. It held her completely at its mercy and they both knew it... Being suspended there waiting for it to act upon whatever horrific machinations it held for its captive cub was possibly even more maddening than everything else about the impossible nightmare she was living.\n\nWith all the anticipation built up, Sylvia jolted hard against her binds when she felt another of the tendrils, which had risen up from behind her, suddenly sliding up her backside. The offending appendage slid up along the girl’s spine, deftly maneuvering under her shirt as it went, before sliding over her right shoulder and bringing itself face to tip with the stunned cub. It paused for a moment before pressing forward, running its length over her lips and passed her nose and leaving a thin trail of some unknown liquid in its wake. The cub recoiled in horror from the thing, but just as quickly as it had pressed in it suddenly retreated, pulling all the way back out of her shirt and out.\n\nThis apparently was the cue to the rest of the gathered appendages. Before she could think to question what was happening, the swirling mass of tentacles descended upon her all at once. Like the first, the swarm of tendrils did little more than brush up against her, but now they were everywhere. She could feel the strange fleshy things pressing into both sides of her ears and caressing her face and hair they ran through her bushy tail, running along her back, and crawling over her arms and legs, the parts that weren’t already bound by the others that held her helpless before the unsettling onslaught. Throughout it all Sylvia tried her hardest to stay rational; whatever they were doing was upsetting on some primal level but they didn’t seem to be trying to hurt her, at least so long as she didn’t resist their advances in any way. Praying she had the right of it, she forced herself to stop twisting and reluctantly accept their exploration.\n\nThis lasted right up until she felt several of the tendrils coiled themselves around her shirt and skirt and began tugging. The skirt and her shirt’s buttons quickly gave out and even the vest above it began to tear under their insistent movements. Soon enough all that remained was shredded fragments and her innocence was exposed to the ravenous horde of tentacles, save for her floral print panties. Wasting no time, a few of the smaller tendrils coiled themselves tightly around her nascent chest, forcing them to take shape. Others slithered across the newly-formed hills of flesh, relentlessly sliding along her sensitive nipples.\n\nThis was too much; the sensations being forced upon her, while not exactly painful, were nevertheless making the cub increasingly uncomfortable. Sylvia once again was overwhelmed by the need to escape. Sadly, her sudden surge of resistance caused the tentacles holding her limbs to tighten down on them until she felt herself starting to go numb. So bound, she couldn’t move the rest of her body enough to hope to thwart the other tentacles mercilessly molesting her. She wanted to scream but something about the way the main tentacle continued to simply stare at her even while the others had swarmed upon her made her feel that opening her mouth was a bad idea... Instead all she could manage was to cringe and shudder uncomfortably as her desperate, futile attempts to shield herself were effortlessly thwarted by the tentacles.\n\nAll thoughts of the swarm at her chest were quickly pushed out of her mind though when a moment later the tentacles that had trapped her legs began to move again, forcing her legs further apart until they started to complain about the stretch. Unable to contain herself, the cub screamed, “Ow, ow! Stop please!” To her great surprise and relief, the tentacles did in fact stop pulling although they steadfastly held her legs pried open to their limit.\n\nThe pain subsiding and her greater predicament momentarily forgotten, Sylvia considered again the creature that had taken her. Just how intelligent was it (or they)? It seemed to recognize and respond to her plea, at least in this moment, but it didn’t seem keen on letting her go either. Perhaps the bigger one directed the others in their movements...?\n\nAs if on cue, the main tentacle took that moment to finally move, though unlike the others that had flown at her, this one moved slowly and methodically towards her. The tip pressed against her lips momentarily in some depraved mockery of a kiss before slipping downwards. It seemed to make a point of holding itself against her as it slowly snaked down her little body, sliding through the cleavage created by its partners pressing her just-developing breasts up. It paused for a moment to poke at her bellybutton before sliding down between her splayed open legs and disappearing from her line of sight.\n\nSylvia let out a surprised shriek when she felt the tentacle’s tip reverse course and suddenly slide over her crotch, thinly covered by her panties. It again reversed course to let its length grind forcefully at her nethers, rubbing her back and forth. The fox cub didn’t know much about sex other than what she had gleaned from the older girls at her school and even then their wild stories seemed somewhat unreliable. What she did know was that her parents had told her multiple times to never let anyone touch her down there, that it was a bad, naughty place... With this new development, she was quite sure that whatever this creature wanted with her, she wanted nothing to do with it. Of course, the fox cub had no choice in the matter, being unable to move her body in any meaningful way.\n\nContinuing to let its body grind against her still maturing sex as it did, the tip of the main tentacle slipped up towards the cub’s waist and poked at her panties. To Sylvia’s shock, she felt the head begin to shrink until it was thinner than even the other tendrils sliding over her body. With its smaller size, it again poked at the waistband of her panties more insistently until it finally slipped between them and the girl’s virgin flesh. It quickly slipped out through the leg hole before coiling around again to work its way under her waistband again. After several more loops, it suddenly pulled away from her, hard. The cub yelped in sudden pain as her panties wedged into her ass for a moment before the fabric completely gave way, her last line of defense falling away from her hips in shreds.\n\nShe was now completely exposed, completely helpless and vulnerable... She had pleaded with the creature the whole time once she realized its intentions but if she was correct in her earlier thought and it could understand her then it had pointedly ignored her request. With the obstruction gone, the main tentacle returned to sliding itself over the cub’s slit. The strange sensation was much more intense now that the fleshy appendage was touching her sensitive lips directly, nudging at the opening to her virgin sex and grinding along the top of her slit in search of her little love button.\n\nHer desperate flailing once again spiked in intensity (though it was no more effective than her previous attempts) when she felt the tentacle begin to inflate itself again, in the process stretching her pussy lips open farther than they had ever been. Once it regained its original girth, the tentacle began to excrete some kind of warm, thin liquid; she could feel it slowly soaking into the flesh of her sex. In fact, she realized that all of the tentacles were now slowly dripping this mysterious fluid which, she correctly guessed, was the same stuff it had rubbed on her face before. Her fur shimmered slightly in the low red light where they left their trail in it.\n\nThe longer it went on and the more of the stuff that absorbed into her body, Sylvia began to feel her body starting to heat up as well. The fox cub hadn’t had her first estrus yet (though her mother had told her she would likely have it that summer now that her body was beginning to mature) so she had no idea what was happening when her nethers started to throb slowly. Her breath hitched when she felt the creature sliding over her suddenly increasingly sensitive nipples and her little clit which had begun to push itself out from its hood in response to the stimulation. The sensation was far from unpleasant but still... What was happening to her...?\n\nShe didn’t know how long this went on for, unable to do anything but endure the sensations slowly flooding her mind, but eventually the most of the tentacles suddenly pulled back from her body, leaving just those that held her limbs in bondage and the two coiled around her nascent chest. The cub let herself relax a little in the hope that her ordeal was over, though a traitorous part of her mind missed the constant stimulation and hoped for its return...\n\nShe would not be made to wait long... The main tentacle returned to her crotch a moment later, but this time its tip pressed in on her tiny slit. It was clear even to the somewhat naïve cub what the creature intended, but at its full size the fleshy appendage was simply too large to push into her still underdeveloped virgin hole. The tentacle would not be deterred however and, rather than deflating as it had earlier, called on the others to assist. Two more tentacles quickly coiled around her hips and she felt them tugging down on her body against the insistent pushing of the main tentacle. Another soon joined in, wrapping around her waist. The pressure was quickly becoming unbearable but now she couldn’t even wriggle in their tightening grasp other than whipping her head back and forth, hissing through clenched teeth. Her body instinctively clutched against the invasive force but, lubricated by the strange secretions from earlier and against the considerably more powerful force of the tentacle pushing against it, her muscles began to weaken and surrender until finally...\n\nSylvia let out a bloodcurdling scream into the empty void. Once it was able to push past her tight lips, the tentacle immediately slammed all the way into her, ripping through her maidenhead before finally being stopped by the wall of her cervix. The pain of the sudden, forceful penetration hit her all at once; it was unbelievable, unlike anything she had ever felt in her life! Just as suddenly, the tentacle retreated from her overwhelmed hole until it had almost completely pulled out before rushing forward with just as much force slamming hard into her back wall yet again. It repeated this motion until it settled into a rhythm, thrusting forward with the same furious strength with every stroke.\n\nUnable to resist in any meaningful way, the cub choked and wailed in time with each brutal thrust. Stretched far beyond her limits and given no chance to adjust to the violent intrusion, every movement it made was worse than the last. The tears she had been holding back before now flowed freely as the merciless assault went on and on. She could barely even form a coherent thought through the growing haze of agony radiating through her body. She almost wished that the creature had merely killed her and spared her this torment...\n\nDriven half mad by the pain and blinded by tears, Sylvia was taken completely by surprise when she felt something nudging at the back of her mouth. One of the smaller tentacles had directed itself into her mouth, hanging open from her constant screaming, and was trying to push further down. Reflexively the cub gagged at the movement deep in her mouth and tried with her tongue to expel the tendril, not knowing the mistake she had just made. Her actions were enough to attract the tip to the entrance to her throat and, being thinner than the others, it quickly pushed beyond it.\n\nThe foreign feeling of a something moving in her mouth and throat was enough to momentarily distract her from the pain coming from her brutalized cunny. The instinctive choking and gagging drew her attention to a distressing fact; with the intruder pushing deeper into her throat it was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe! If she didn’t do something she could actually die...!\n\nIn desperation she did the only thing she could think to do and bit down on the tentacle, hoping that it would retreat from her throat. Instead, it responded by suddenly swelling in size until it was the same size as the one ravaging her underdeveloped cunny, forcing her jaw and throat open painfully wide. Then just as suddenly they both began to grow spiked protrusions along its length, not sharp enough to pierce her (at least not that she noticed) but nonetheless brought on a whole new dimension to her to her torment. The two tentacles thrust hard into her a couple of times before she felt the spikes receding, but the message had been sent to the poor cub: any further resistance would be punished harshly.\n\nIt took everything in her not to struggle against the invasive tentacles stressing her body far beyond its normal limits, particularly the one filling her throat until it felt as though it would burst, but fear of even greater pain kept her compliant. Despite everything happening all at once, her mind fixated on a peculiar point as the assault continued; even with the creature completely blocking her lungs she didn’t feel as though she was running out of air... There was no rational explanation for it and the thought sent her already overtaxed mind reeling but it did at least mean that she wouldn’t asphyxiate on the invader. Unwilling to try her luck at resisting its advances again she could only hope her assumption was correct...\n\nThe pain was a constant, but it finally seemed to reach a crescendo and begin to ebb slightly as the tentacles found their rhythm and her body was finally able to begin to adapt. Just as she felt herself beginning to relax however, she felt the tip of another tendril press against her tailhole. Immediately she clenched up again. She had heard from other girls about anal and while she hadn’t believed at the time that anyone would willingly put things in someone’s butt, in light of what had already happened, her current self was forced to admit to the validity of such claims. Moreover though, every time she heard someone talking about anal, they always focused on how intense and painful it was. What the creature was doing to her already was worse than anything she’d ever experienced; if it forced its way into her tailhole too she might completely break...!\n\nTo her surprise and relief, the would-be invader to the last bastion of her innocence didn’t immediately force its way into her like the others had, seemingly content to continue to tease the tightly clenched muscles of her sphincter. Meanwhile, the tentacles already having their way with her began to once again secrete the unknown liquid, though in far greater volume than before. Sylvia could feel her battered womb and stomach beginning to fill as the tentacles poured the stuff into her faster than her body could absorb it. Absorb it she did though and as she did her mind began to once again gloss over.\n\nThe tentacle working her preteen pussy over began to once again sprout fleshy spines along its length. The sharp spike in pain returned but there was something else building up in her fast, a strange warmth like what she had felt before but far more intense and seemingly radiating through her body. Two new tentacles began to coil themselves around her hair and the base of her tail before suddenly pulling taut, forcing her head back sharply, removing the last bit of free movement from the cub and allowing the tentacle having its way with her face to slide even deeper into her throat. The sensations of the sudden violent movements confused the addled cub; it should have been painful but instead the strange, somewhat nice feeling continued to bloom through her body until it rivaled the pain.\n\nAll at once the violent pumping ceased, leaving the confused cub suddenly feeling anxious. The pain and confusing pleasure began to ebb slowly but not enough to truly let the fox girl recover. Through the haze she saw two new tentacles floating up towards her face. As she stared at the newcomers, to her surprise they each began to ripple at their tips before the flesh began to pull back, revealing a hollow-looking space within. She supposed that made sense as they had to secrete their strange fluids from somewhere, but why was it showing her this, what did it intend to do with those?\n\nShe would not be left wondering long. A moment later the two dropped back out of sight and moments later she felt them prodding at her very erect nipples. The sudden stimulus, with the earlier ordeals fading slowly into the background, was like a shockwave and she couldn’t help the muted moan that slipped out around the tentacle resting in her throat. The two teased her little nubs a few more times before directing their tips over them; the holes, as it turned out, were just large enough to envelop her sensitive nips fully. Once they settled against her chest she felt more of the fluids begin to flow up through them; at the same time there was a sudden suckling sensation as they vacuum sealed themselves against her chest. She flinched in anticipation of fresh anguish, but to her surprise the sucking and stretching of her nascent chest nubs actually felt really good...\n\nAt the same time the tentacle poised at her backdoor finally made a move forward. Her tiny rosebud, having been pleasantly teased the whole time, flowered open just enough for it to slide into her bowels with minimal resistance. Meanwhile the main tentacle began to deflate sharply until it was almost invisible to the naked eye. At its new size, it gently prodded around until it found the passage through her cervix, slipping unhindered into her womb.\n\nSylvia’s mind was flooding with unnatural pleasure from her chest being drip fed the fluids that continued to warm her to the core. The tentacles affixed to her nipples began to randomly grow spines along its interior, nipping at her tender flesh, but this only served to heighten the incredible sensations. Being unable to even wiggle at that point somehow only made the feelings more intense. So distracted by this she was that she didn’t even notice the extra intuitions into her backside...\n\nA strangled scream slipped out around the obstruction in her mouth when, at the same time, the two tentacles penetrating her bottom holes suddenly inflated back to their full size, stretching her bowels and cervix wide open. The pain of it was incredible but even through that the pleasure core that was building in her continued to swell somehow.\n\nNow fully claiming the cub’s body as their own, the tentacles began to thrust again, once again secreting their fluids into her violated holes as they quickly increased their pace to a fever pitch. The poor fox reeled as the contradictive sensations of pain and pleasure were both rising until she could hardly tell one from the other. Feeling the need to do something but unsure of what (and having no real options besides) she closed her mouth over the tentacle in her mouth, sucking on it hard in confused desperation.\n\nHow long this went on for the cub would never know, but suddenly the three tentacles having their way with her once again sprouted their spines while keeping their impossible pace and power. This would prove to be the final straw. The well that had been building in her without her realizing it finally cracked and what little cognitive awareness that remained in her addled mind was washed away as the rush of her first ever climax crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her body bucked as much as it could within her restraints, suddenly desperate for more, deeper, harder.\n\nThe creature would not disappoint. Seemingly sensing her surge in desire, another tendril emerged from the darkness, its tip open like the ones tugging on her chest. The new appendage deftly maneuvered itself around the two massive tentacles ravaging her pussy and ass, finding its target just above. It immediately settled itself over her clit, now very much erect and completely emerged from beneath its hood, and started to suck. Much like the other two it vacuum sealed itself against the hypersensitive nub and began pouring in more of its addictive fluids. Unlike the others, it then began tugging hard on her again and again.\n\nThe powerful amalgamation of pain and pleasure once again surged in the broken cub’s body and a second, massive knot began to form even while she continued to write in the waves of her first orgasm. The tentacles would show her no mercy, growing even thicker and pounding themselves deeper into her depths, their trespass clearly visible in her violated body. The spines scraped her insides so delightfully with every impossibly deep and frenzied thust, the two in her bottom holes making a point to pull almost all the way out on each thrust to maximize her corruption.\n\nIt was all too much for the poor fox; she hadn’t known it was possible before but this new sensation... it felt too good. The almost constant spikes of pleasure assaulting her had themselves become torturous. And even so all she could think was how she wanted more, needed more. She was completely in the creature’s mercy and she could nothing but hope that it would somehow continue to fulfill her increasingly intense desire...\n\nThe tentacles did in fact have one last surprise in store for her. Without warning the two ravaging her love tunnels began to twist and spin, causing their spines to scrape at her randomly and never letting her get used to the sensations. The effect on its captive was instantaneous. With an intelligible string of moans and screams, Sylvia was forced into a second, far more powerful orgasm even while her first had yet to fade. Her love juices, mixed with the creature’s unknown secretions, sprayed from her in time with each brutal thrust, well beyond what should have been possible for her body to produce.\n\nOn and on the shockwaves came without relent until it seemed every movement in her teased out another peak, taking her to higher highs than ever. It was too much for any one person to bear, never mind a child... The poor cub’s body began to numb while the shreds of her consciousness began to fade into a white haze.\n\nThankfully the tentacles, seemingly sensing that their prey was starting to break down, finally began to slow their pace. Large lumps could be seen traveling up the lengths of the three tendrils ruthlessly fucking the captive fox, shrinking only when they passed her overstretched holes.\n\nSylvia’s senses came back to her as she felt some new substance pouring into her abused holes, hotter and thicker than its previous secretions. She had no idea what it could possibly be, but her body certainly knew that it enjoyed the feeling of being filled with it. She came one final time, but this wasn’t like the seemingly never-ending string of violent climaxes she’d been forced to endure to that point, this was softer and yet somehow so much more satisfying. She could feel her bottom holes squeezing and milking at the tentacles in her bottom, greedily coaxing out every last drop of the wonderful juices, whatever they were, into her overfilled depths. Unconsciously she had begun sucking hard on the one in her mouth as well, drunk on the waves of warm bliss flooding her broken mind.\n\nBy the time the flow began to taper off the fox’s womb and belly were grossly distended, and yet she strangely felt no pain at all from it. Once they had finished filling her, the three tentacles slowly began their retreat. As the one in her throat passed through her mouth she got her first taste of the strange substance it had pumped her full to bursting with. It was thick and heavy and it clung to every surface of her mouth. Once she got a proper taste of it though, it was impossibly delicious, a perfect mix of flavors like a mythical ambrosia. She clamped down on the tip in her mouth with the desperation of an addict but her strength was no match for its and it finally left her with a profound sense of emptiness.\n\nOnce the two in her pussy are ass finally popped free, a huge rush of the fluids drained out of her gaping holes. The fox cub’s immature body had been forced open impossibly wide and deep, the invaders reaching places never meant to be touched so, and despite that all that reached her mind was another spike of orgasmic bliss as she felt the wondrous fluids washing over every part of her ravaged body. The three tentacles responsible continued to float close by her and she was vaguely aware of another bulge traveling up their length. Correctly guessing at its contents, she happily let her mouth fall open, tongue lulling out in preparation. A moment later the tentacles began to spray their fluids all over her, quickly coating her head-to-toe in the sticky white stuff. The cub gleefully caught as much as she could in her mouth, but somehow even feeling it soaking into her fur and hair was wonderful. If she could move, she would certainly have rubbed the stuff into her as thoroughly as possible, but simply soaking in it was a beautiful torture in itself.\n\nShe wasn’t sure how long she remained there once the creature was finished with her. One by one the tendrils retreated until only the ones holding her upright remained. She would have been content to simply hang there forever in the beautiful glow warmly coursing through her body but it was not to be. All at once she was aware of a blinding light pouring into the previously dimly lit void. She didn’t have time to clear her vision before she felt herself being moved suddenly. A moment later she felt solid ground under her feet for the first time she could recall. She stumbled forward until she caught herself on a wall of something, her mind unable to immediately process that she wasn’t being held up by the creature anymore.\n\nA strange sound hit her ears, which she finally was able to identify as the sound of a locker door slamming shut. Memories of her life started flooding back into her head. That’s right, she was in her school, out in the hallway by the look of it. It seemed so surreal after everything that had just happened...\n\nSylvia stumbled back to her feet; they felt weak, not just from not using them but there were still fresh shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her every so often. She could feel something dripping down her thighs and to the floor with a gentle plopping sound, but she paid it no mind as she began to wander aimlessly down the hall. She heard what she thought was voices around her but it was too hazy to make out anything being said. Several of the other girls had run away from the bizarre scene, but the addled fox didn’t even notice them.\n\nAfter a few moments the shock began to fade and clarity slowly came back to the fox cub. She could still feel a strange pleasant feeling from her crotch every time she moved but she tried her best to ignore it as she attempted to make sense of the world around her again.\n\nShe had been in gym class right? So then why was she out in the hallway now? No, that wasn’t important now. So she had seen another girl come stumbling out of a locker and then she had been carried off herself by that... whatever it was... through a locker? And then it did all that stuff to her... Her body burned hotter at the memory of how good it had made her feel; all the fear and panic and pain she had experienced was whitewashed from her mind. But then... hadn’t it torn her uniform apart? And pumped her full to bursting with its stuff and covered her in it too? A quick glance at herself showed that she was still fully clothed (except that her panties were apparently missing based on the unhindered drippings from her crotch) and she definitely wasn’t overstuffed or covered in that stuff anymore. She lamented that last detail for a moment, remembering the delicious, addictive taste of it...\n\nBut, none of it added up. How much of that actually happened...? The longer she thought about it, the more the insanity of her ordeal faded away as the mundanity of her life came back into focus.\n\nWell, whatever the truth was, she was still okay so she supposed it was nothing to worry overmuch about. In fact she felt better than ever; oddly sore, but just glowing with warmth in her core. It occurred to her after a while that she felt oddly full like she had just eaten three times in a row. She really needed to go to the bathroom.\n\nLooking up, she saw that she had wandered back towards the gym. The changing room would be the closest restroom from there so she continued her ambling pace. Just as she reached the door to the changing room, she noticed two girls, a black furred chipmunk and a calico kitten, running up to her, concern mirrored on their faces. It took her a long moment to recognize the two as her best friends Kelli and Brianna. The two cubs took her by either arm once they reached her and were talking frantically at her but she couldn’t make sense of the words. It felt really nice to be held though, like really nice...\n\nWhere were they taking her though? She still needed the bathroom...\n\nSylvia looked over her shoulder just in time to see three locker doors explode open and several tentacles race across the hallway to the three of them. They were impressively coordinated; each one focused its efforts on ensnaring one of them... The memories flooded back to her once she felt the alien appendages wrapping around her again. All of that really had happened! And it seemed she was about to be carried off for another round of impossible pleasures...!\n\nThis one felt different though, rougher both in texture and its handling of her than the one that had taken her before. Maybe that meant it would be rougher with her body once it claimed her. She smiled warmly at the thought.\n\nAs she felt herself being pulled away from her friends and towards the waiting creature she caught glimpses of her friends suffering similar fates. They seemed terrified for some reason. Was that how she had been when the first creature had taken her...? There wasn’t much she could do to reassure them in her position but still she smiled at both of them. Soon enough they would know pleasures beyond their wildest imaginations just as she had... A part of her hoped that wherever they were all being taken that they would be together so she could watch them awaken to the glories of their tentacle lovers.\n\nThree cubs were dragged into three adjacent lockers, two screaming in terror and one smiling in bliss. The creatures that had them retreated into the impossibly small space from which they had emerged and moments later the locker doors slammed shut, leaving no trace of the alien intruders or the poor cubs that were to be their latest conquests.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Sylvia walked out of the shower at her school, towel wrapped around her chest and another in her long, silver hair. Unlike most of the girls her age apparently, the snow white fox cub was still very shy about getting undressed in front of her peers. This fact had made her move to middle school a nightmare, as now her P.E. classes included gathering in a locker room with all the other girls to change before and after. It had taken some doing, but she had managed to find ways to maintain her privacy for the most part (thankfully her teacher for the following class didn’t mind her being a minute or two late every so often).

Her shower hadn’t been as long as she would have liked as some of the other girls had lingered a little longer than normal forcing her to timidly wait her turn, but it was enough to wash away the sweat from her previous activities. And with any luck there would be nobody left in the room at all; there were no other classes that had P.E. after hers so there was no worry about anyone coming in. She made her way to her locker, a large standing case much like those that lined the hallways outside. Her ears picked up nothing but the sounds of her own breathing. She let herself relax, she was indeed alone.

The fox cub opened her locker, retrieving her school uniform which she had neatly folded up earlier when changing for gym class. The uniform consisted of a white button-up shirt with a red vest and matching skirt, a normal enough design that most of the all-girls student body was at least okay with. Before that though Sylvia pulled on her panties, simple white cotton but then decorated with pink and yellow flowers. While they were her favorites still, she had learned quickly that her peers considered such things childish which had played into her reluctance to change in front of anyone else. She then reached for her training bra before deciding against it. Having just turned 11, she had just entered the earliest stages of puberty and her chest began to show the very beginnings of the shape they would one day take. Her mother had bought her the thing in order to get the cub used to wearing a bra in the future but she found it to be endlessly uncomfortable against her suddenly much more sensitive chest and went without it whenever she could get away with it.

Once again fully dressed, Sylvia folded up her gym clothes and towels into a bag before closing and locking the locker. She was going to be late to her next class, that was beyond question at that point, so there was no reason to try to run for it. Instead, the fox cub resolved to head back to her main locker to grab a few things from her backpack.

As she turned to leave the changing room, humming to herself, she suddenly jumped as, like a bolt of lightning in the otherwise silent room, there was a sudden banging noise. She spun around but nothing immediately caught her attention. It sounded as though something was banging against metal, not unlike the lockers throughout the room. As she considered that the banging sounded again, more insistent than before; she also heard what she thought was a muffled voice beneath it.

Curiosity and fear began to grip at her in equal measure, but in the end curiosity won out. Thoughts of the class she was now missing completely gone from her mind, Sylvia wandered back into the locker room, seeking to identify the source of the unexplained noises. She tracked the now constant sounds to the back of the room towards the corner. As she approached what she assumed was the source, the banging and unexplained moaning suddenly ceased. In its absence the room fell eerily silent once again.

Sylvia debated with herself what to do. Should she try to open the offending door? But it would certainly be locked right...? Before she could come to any conclusion, she jumped back with a start as the locker door suddenly swung open slamming noisily into the neighboring door. To her complete shock, out of the locker stumbled another girl!

The other cub, a pink sheep, was clearly another student as she wore the same uniform, albeit looking heavily disheveled on her. She had clearly been through quite an ordeal as she was very unsteady on her feet, having to steady herself on the opposite locker before she began to wander away. She had a distant look in her eyes and a trembling smile on her face. The other cub didn’t seem to even notice Sylvia’s presence as she slowly meandered away; occasionally she would twitch and let out a strange wavering noise almost like a moan.

The fox cub wanted to call out to the other girl but was too stunned by the whole bizarre situation to think of anything. Instead she continued to stare as the sheep passed her by. As she passed, Sylvia was treated to a new shock; the other girl’s skirt was ridden up in the back, revealing the girl was bottomless. What’s more, her bottom was covered in some strange wetness that seemed to be originating from her tailhole which, Sylvia realized after a moment, was wide open and leaking a thick, white goop. The fox quickly pulled her eyes away from the other girl’s shame to the floor where she found a trail of said goop leading back to the locker she had inexplicably stumbled out of. Something about that bothered her. The girl was about the same height and size as her, how had she been able to get into one of the lockers at all...?

A quick glance up showed that the dazed cub was stumbling towards the showers, or perhaps the toilets that were set next to the shower room. Seeing this, the fox cub’s mind finally began to process and gave her an answer; it didn’t really matter how impossible the circumstances seemed, she needed to help the other girl. Clearly something had happened to her and while she didn’t appear to be hurt she was clearly not okay. She needed to get the other girl to the nurse.

She resolved to call after the lamb, help her to the nurse’s office. Hopefully she would be able to find out what had happened in the process. Before she could make a move towards either of those goals however another locker suddenly exploded open behind her. In her shock she didn’t have a chance to respond when... something suddenly coiled itself around her waist. Confusion gave way to outright panic when the strange appendage began to pull at her with surprising strength back towards the open locker. Instinct compelled her to struggle, to run, but just as quickly as the first coil had snared her, two more wrapped themselves around her legs, lifting her off the ground where her struggling would prove useless. A fourth coiled over her neck and mouth before she even thought to scream. Unable to properly resist, all Sylvia could do was look at the lamb pleadingly as she was quickly carried into the open locker.

Once passed the barrier of the locker door, the... wherever she was being taken, expanded out passed the barriers of what she would expect. What little she could make out in the dim red light passed the open locker door appeared to be some kind of pink, fleshy masses lining the walls of the space. Another of the tendrils reached for the locker door from the inside and pulled it closed behind it. The last thing she saw before her world went dark was the lamb. It was difficult to tell from the distance between them but it looked as though some level of clarity had returned to the other girl’s eyes. Rather than being shocked or worried though, it looked like the other girl was smiling while she watched Sylvia being carried away...

The instant the door shut behind them it disappeared as though it was never there at all, another flesh wall emerging in its place. There the fox remained suspended by the strange appendages that had suddenly cubnapped her, trapped in their surprisingly strong grasp. It occurred to her after a moment that her arms remained free. She reached as far as she could in every direction but was unable to find anything but empty space; she truly was helpless in this horrible limbo at the “hands” of this...

It occurred to her that she had no idea of what exactly it was that had taken her. All she had seen or felt was several long, prehensile tendrils, she wasn’t sure if there was anything at the center of the mass or even if the separate tendrils were part of a single entity. They seemed to have some level of intelligence as they were coordinated in their purpose, whatever that was beyond cubnapping... Was this the same creature that had taken the lamb girl before her? What had it done to her...?

Panic began to settle in Sylvia’s mind as more and more questions without answers posed themselves to her. Her arms found the appendages that wrapped around her legs, desperately tugging against them. To her growing horror, she found that even with both hands they were a good deal stronger than her and easily resisted her attempts to displace them. Moments later, another pair of the tendrils crept in from behind her; by the time she felt them sliding over her arms it was too late to try to pull away. The tendrils, in an impressive display of dexterity, were able move along with her panicked flailing as they continued to encircle her arms until they suddenly pulled taut, forcing her arms up over her head and completely immobilizing her.

The tentacle that had wrapped around her neck quickly uncoiled and retracted. At the same time another one appeared in front of her, much thicker than those that had dragged her into this place; this one made no move to ensnare her and rather simply hung in the air in front of her, its tip a few inches from her face. It almost seemed like the thing was considering her, measuring her up for whatever its ultimate motivation was.

Was this its “face”? Aside from being considerably larger than the others Sylvia could find no discernable difference between it and them. And what did it intend for her now that she was completely helpless before it? She realized that her mouth was no longer covered, but terror choked her voice away and she only managed an intelligible sob, her eyes quickly clouding over with tears.

The tentacle, the “main” tentacle, slowly moved forward until it brushed gently across the side of the girl’s face. Sylvia froze under the strange creature’s touch. The gesture was not too dissimilar to how her parents would occasionally pet her; it might have actually been comforting were in not for the incomprehensible horror that had consumed her whole world. The main tentacle pulled back again to “stare” at the cub while several more smaller tendrils began to rise up from the mass surrounding her. The newcomers rose to the same height as the main tentacle and mimicked its gentle swaying movements as though waiting for some kind of cue from it.

Time seemed to grind to a halt as the stare down stretched on and on. Sylvia was paralyzed in fright as her mind conjured up images of fantastical and terrible fates that potentially awaited her once the creature(s?) decided it had waited long enough. It held her completely at its mercy and they both knew it... Being suspended there waiting for it to act upon whatever horrific machinations it held for its captive cub was possibly even  more maddening than everything else about the impossible nightmare she was living.

With all the anticipation built up, Sylvia jolted hard against her binds when she felt another of the tendrils, which had risen up from behind her, suddenly sliding up her backside. The offending appendage slid up along the girl’s spine, deftly maneuvering under her shirt as it went, before sliding over her right shoulder and bringing itself face to tip with the stunned cub. It paused for a moment before pressing forward, running its length over her lips and passed her nose and leaving a thin trail of some unknown liquid in its wake. The cub recoiled in horror from the thing, but just as quickly as it had pressed in it suddenly retreated, pulling all the way back out of her shirt and out.

This apparently was the cue to the rest of the gathered appendages. Before she could think to question what was happening, the swirling mass of tentacles descended upon her all at once. Like the first, the swarm of tendrils did little more than brush up against her, but now they were everywhere. She could feel the strange fleshy things pressing into both sides of her ears and caressing her face and hair they ran through her bushy tail, running along her back, and crawling over her arms and legs, the parts that weren’t already bound by the others that held her helpless before the unsettling onslaught. Throughout it all Sylvia tried her hardest to stay rational; whatever they were doing was upsetting on some primal level but they didn’t seem to be trying to hurt her, at least so long as she didn’t resist their advances in any way. Praying she had the right of it, she forced herself to stop twisting and reluctantly accept their exploration.

This lasted right up until she felt several of the tendrils coiled themselves around her shirt and skirt and began tugging. The skirt and her shirt’s buttons quickly gave out and even the vest above it began to tear under their insistent movements. Soon enough all that remained was shredded fragments and her innocence was exposed to the ravenous horde of tentacles, save for her floral print panties. Wasting no time, a few of the smaller tendrils coiled themselves tightly around her nascent chest, forcing them to take shape. Others slithered across the newly-formed hills of flesh, relentlessly sliding along her sensitive nipples.

This was too much; the sensations being forced upon her, while not exactly painful, were nevertheless making the cub increasingly uncomfortable. Sylvia once again was overwhelmed by the need to escape. Sadly, her sudden surge of resistance caused the tentacles holding her limbs to tighten down on them until she felt herself starting to go numb. So bound, she couldn’t move the rest of her body enough to hope to thwart the other tentacles mercilessly molesting her. She wanted to scream but something about the way the main tentacle continued to simply stare at her even while the others had swarmed upon her made her feel that opening her mouth was a bad idea... Instead all she could manage was to cringe and shudder uncomfortably as her desperate, futile attempts to shield herself were effortlessly thwarted by the tentacles.

All thoughts of the swarm at her chest were quickly pushed out of her mind though when a moment later the tentacles that had trapped her legs began to move again, forcing her legs further apart until they started to complain about the stretch. Unable to contain herself, the cub screamed, “Ow, ow! Stop please!” To her great surprise and relief, the tentacles did in fact stop pulling although they steadfastly held her legs pried open to their limit.

The pain subsiding and her greater predicament momentarily forgotten, Sylvia considered again the creature that had taken her. Just how intelligent was it (or they)? It seemed to recognize and respond to her plea, at least in this moment, but it didn’t seem keen on letting her go either. Perhaps the bigger one directed the others in their movements...?

As if on cue, the main tentacle took that moment to finally move, though unlike the others that had flown at her, this one moved slowly and methodically towards her. The tip pressed against her lips momentarily in some depraved mockery of a kiss before slipping downwards. It seemed to make a point of holding itself against her as it slowly snaked down her little body, sliding through the cleavage created by its partners pressing her just-developing breasts up. It paused for a moment to poke at her bellybutton before sliding down between her splayed open legs and disappearing from her line of sight.

Sylvia let out a surprised shriek when she felt the tentacle’s tip reverse course and suddenly slide over her crotch, thinly covered by her panties. It again reversed course to let its length grind forcefully at her nethers, rubbing her back and forth. The fox cub didn’t know much about sex other than what she had gleaned from the older girls at her school and even then their wild stories seemed somewhat unreliable. What she did know was that her parents had told her multiple times to never let anyone touch her down there, that it was a bad, naughty place... With this new development, she was quite sure that whatever this creature wanted with her, she wanted nothing to do with it. Of course, the fox cub had no choice in the matter, being unable to move her body in any meaningful way.

Continuing to let its body grind against her still maturing sex as it did, the tip of the main tentacle slipped up towards the cub’s waist and poked at her panties. To Sylvia’s shock, she felt the head begin to shrink until it was thinner than even the other tendrils sliding over her body. With its smaller size, it again poked at the waistband of her panties more insistently until it finally slipped between them and the girl’s virgin flesh. It quickly slipped out through the leg hole before coiling around again to work its way under her waistband again. After several more loops, it suddenly pulled away from her, hard. The cub yelped in sudden pain as her panties wedged into her ass for a moment before the fabric completely gave way, her last line of defense falling away from her hips in shreds.

She was now completely exposed, completely helpless and vulnerable... She had pleaded with the creature the whole time once she realized its intentions but if she was correct in her earlier thought and it could understand her then it had pointedly ignored her request. With the obstruction gone, the main tentacle returned to sliding itself over the cub’s slit. The strange sensation was much more intense now that the fleshy appendage was touching her sensitive lips directly, nudging at the opening to her virgin sex and grinding along the top of her slit in search of her little love button.

Her desperate flailing once again spiked in intensity (though it was no more effective than her previous attempts) when she felt the tentacle begin to inflate itself again, in the process stretching her pussy lips open farther than they had ever been. Once it regained its original girth, the tentacle began to excrete some kind of warm, thin liquid; she could feel it slowly soaking into the flesh of her sex. In fact, she realized that all of the tentacles were now slowly dripping this mysterious fluid which, she correctly guessed, was the same stuff it had rubbed on her face before. Her fur shimmered slightly in the low red light where they left their trail in it.

The longer it went on and the more of the stuff that absorbed into her body, Sylvia began to feel her body starting to heat up as well. The fox cub hadn’t had her first estrus yet (though her mother had told her she would likely have it that summer now that her body was beginning to mature) so she had no idea what was happening when her nethers started to throb slowly. Her breath hitched when she felt the creature sliding over her suddenly increasingly sensitive nipples and her little clit which had begun to push itself out from its hood in response to the stimulation. The sensation was far from unpleasant but still... What was happening to her...?

She didn’t know how long this went on for, unable to do anything but endure the sensations slowly flooding her mind, but eventually the most of the tentacles suddenly pulled back from her body, leaving just those that held her limbs in bondage and the two coiled around her nascent chest. The cub let herself relax a little in the hope that her ordeal was over, though a traitorous part of her mind missed the constant stimulation and hoped for its return...

She would not be made to wait long... The main tentacle returned to her crotch a moment later, but this time its tip pressed in on her tiny slit. It was clear even to the somewhat naïve cub what the creature intended, but at its full size the fleshy appendage was simply too large to push into her still underdeveloped virgin hole. The tentacle would not be deterred however and, rather than deflating as it had earlier, called on the others to assist. Two more tentacles quickly coiled around her hips and she felt them tugging down on her body against the insistent pushing of the main tentacle. Another soon joined in, wrapping around her waist. The pressure was quickly becoming unbearable but now she couldn’t even wriggle in their tightening grasp other than whipping her head back and forth, hissing through clenched teeth. Her body instinctively clutched against the invasive force but, lubricated by the strange secretions from earlier and against the considerably more powerful force of the tentacle pushing against it, her muscles began to weaken and surrender until finally...

Sylvia let out a bloodcurdling scream into the empty void. Once it was able to push past her tight lips, the tentacle immediately slammed all the way into her, ripping through her maidenhead before finally being stopped by the wall of her cervix. The pain of the sudden, forceful penetration hit her all at once; it was unbelievable, unlike anything she had ever felt in her life! Just as suddenly, the tentacle retreated from her overwhelmed hole until it had almost completely pulled out before rushing forward with just as much force slamming hard into her back wall yet again. It repeated this motion until it settled into a rhythm, thrusting forward with the same furious strength with every stroke.

Unable to resist in any meaningful way, the cub choked and wailed in time with each brutal thrust. Stretched far beyond her limits and given no chance to adjust to the violent intrusion, every movement it made was worse than the last. The tears she had been holding back before now flowed freely as the merciless assault went on and on. She could barely even form a coherent thought through the growing haze of agony radiating through her body. She almost wished that the creature had merely killed her and spared her this torment...

Driven half mad by the pain and blinded by tears, Sylvia was taken completely by surprise when she felt something nudging at the back of her mouth. One of the smaller tentacles had directed itself into her mouth, hanging open from her constant screaming, and was trying to push further down. Reflexively the cub gagged at the movement deep in her mouth and tried with her tongue to expel the tendril, not knowing the mistake she had just made. Her actions were enough to attract the tip to the entrance to her throat and, being thinner than the others, it quickly pushed beyond it.

The foreign feeling of a something moving in her mouth and throat was enough to momentarily distract her from the pain coming from her brutalized cunny. The instinctive choking and gagging drew her attention to a distressing fact; with the intruder pushing deeper into her throat it was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe! If she didn’t do something she could actually die...!

In desperation she did the only thing she could think to do and bit down on the tentacle, hoping that it would retreat from her throat. Instead, it responded by suddenly swelling in size until it was the same size as the one ravaging her underdeveloped cunny, forcing her jaw and throat open painfully wide. Then just as suddenly they both began to grow spiked protrusions along its length, not sharp enough to pierce her (at least not that she noticed) but nonetheless brought on a whole new dimension to her to her torment. The two tentacles thrust hard into her a couple of times before she felt the spikes receding, but the message had been sent to the poor cub: any further resistance would be punished harshly.

It took everything in her not to struggle against the invasive tentacles stressing her body far beyond its normal limits, particularly the one filling her throat until it felt as though it would burst, but fear of even greater pain kept her compliant. Despite everything happening all at once, her mind fixated on a peculiar point as the assault continued; even with the creature completely blocking her lungs she didn’t feel as though she was running out of air... There was no rational explanation for it and the thought sent her already overtaxed mind reeling but it did at least mean that she wouldn’t asphyxiate on the invader. Unwilling to try her luck at resisting its advances again she could only hope her assumption was correct...

The pain was a constant, but it finally seemed to reach a crescendo and begin to ebb slightly as the tentacles found their rhythm and her body was finally able to begin to adapt. Just as she felt herself beginning to relax however, she felt the tip of another tendril press against her tailhole. Immediately she clenched up again. She had heard from other girls about anal and while she hadn’t believed at the time that anyone would willingly put things in someone’s butt, in light of what had already happened, her current self was forced to admit to the validity of such claims. Moreover though, every time she heard someone talking about anal, they always focused on how intense and painful it was. What the creature was doing to her already was worse than anything she’d ever experienced; if it forced its way into her tailhole too she might completely break...!

To her surprise and relief, the would-be invader to the last bastion of her innocence didn’t immediately force its way into her like the others had, seemingly content to continue to tease the tightly clenched muscles of her sphincter. Meanwhile, the tentacles already having their way with her began to once again secrete the unknown liquid, though in far greater volume than before. Sylvia could feel her battered womb and stomach beginning to fill as the tentacles poured the stuff into her faster than her body could absorb it. Absorb it she did though and as she did her mind began to once again gloss over.

The tentacle working her preteen pussy over began to once again sprout fleshy spines along its length. The sharp spike in pain returned but there was something else building up in her fast, a strange warmth like what she had felt before but far more intense and seemingly radiating through her body. Two new tentacles began to coil themselves around her hair and the base of her tail before suddenly pulling taut, forcing her head back sharply, removing the last bit of free movement from the cub and allowing the tentacle having its way with her face to slide even deeper into her throat. The sensations of the sudden violent movements confused the addled cub; it should have been painful but instead the strange, somewhat nice feeling continued to bloom through her body until it rivaled the pain.

All at once the violent pumping ceased, leaving the confused cub suddenly feeling anxious. The pain and confusing pleasure began to ebb slowly but not enough to truly let the fox girl recover. Through the haze she saw two new tentacles floating up towards her face. As she stared at the newcomers, to her surprise they each began to ripple at their tips before the flesh began to pull back, revealing a hollow-looking space within. She supposed that made sense as they had to secrete their strange fluids from somewhere, but why was it showing her this, what did it intend to do with those?

She would not be left wondering long. A moment later the two dropped back out of sight and moments later she felt them prodding at her very erect nipples. The sudden stimulus, with the earlier ordeals fading slowly into the background, was like a shockwave and she couldn’t help the muted moan that slipped out around the tentacle resting in her throat. The two teased her little nubs a few more times before directing their tips over them; the holes, as it turned out, were just large enough to envelop her sensitive nips fully. Once they settled against her chest she felt more of the fluids begin to flow up through them; at the same time there was a sudden suckling sensation as they vacuum sealed themselves against her chest. She flinched in anticipation of fresh anguish, but to her surprise the sucking and stretching of her nascent chest nubs actually felt really good...

At the same time the tentacle poised at her backdoor finally made a move forward. Her tiny rosebud, having been pleasantly teased the whole time, flowered open just enough for it to slide into her bowels with minimal resistance. Meanwhile the main tentacle began to deflate sharply until it was almost invisible to the naked eye. At its new size, it gently prodded around until it found the passage through her cervix, slipping unhindered into her womb.

Sylvia’s mind was flooding with unnatural pleasure from her chest being drip fed the fluids that continued to warm her to the core. The tentacles affixed to her nipples began to randomly grow spines along its interior, nipping at her tender flesh, but this only served to heighten the incredible sensations. Being unable to even wiggle at that point somehow only made the feelings more intense. So distracted by this she was that she didn’t even notice the extra intuitions into her backside...

A strangled scream slipped out around the obstruction in her mouth when, at the same time, the two tentacles penetrating her bottom holes suddenly inflated back to their full size, stretching her bowels and cervix wide open. The pain of it was incredible but even through that the pleasure core that was building in her continued to swell somehow.

Now fully claiming the cub’s body as their own, the tentacles began to thrust again, once again secreting their fluids into her violated holes as they quickly increased their pace to a fever pitch. The poor fox reeled as the contradictive sensations of pain and pleasure were both rising until she could hardly tell one from the other. Feeling the need to do something but unsure of what (and having no real options besides) she closed her mouth over the tentacle in her mouth, sucking on it hard in confused desperation.

How long this went on for the cub would never know, but suddenly the three tentacles having their way with her once again sprouted their spines while keeping their impossible pace and power. This would prove to be the final straw. The well that had been building in her without her realizing it finally cracked and what little cognitive awareness that remained in her addled mind was washed away as the rush of her first ever climax crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her body bucked as much as it could within her restraints, suddenly desperate for more, deeper, harder.

The creature would not disappoint. Seemingly sensing her surge in desire, another tendril emerged from the darkness, its tip open like the ones tugging on her chest. The new appendage deftly maneuvered itself around the two massive tentacles ravaging her pussy and ass, finding its target just above. It immediately settled itself over her clit, now very much erect and completely emerged from beneath its hood, and started to suck. Much like the other two it vacuum sealed itself against the hypersensitive nub and began pouring in more of its addictive fluids. Unlike the others, it then began tugging hard on her again and again.

The powerful amalgamation of pain and pleasure once again surged in the broken cub’s body and a second, massive knot began to form even while she continued to write in the waves of her first orgasm. The tentacles would show her no mercy, growing even thicker and pounding themselves deeper into her depths, their trespass clearly visible in her violated body. The spines scraped her insides so delightfully with every impossibly deep and frenzied thust, the two in her bottom holes making a point to pull almost all the way out on each thrust to maximize her corruption.

It was all too much for the poor fox; she hadn’t known it was possible before but this new sensation... it felt too good. The almost constant spikes of pleasure assaulting her had themselves become torturous. And even so all she could think was how she wanted more, needed more. She was completely in the creature’s mercy and she could nothing but hope that it would somehow continue to fulfill her increasingly intense desire...

The tentacles did in fact have one last surprise in store for her. Without warning the two ravaging her love tunnels began to twist and spin, causing their spines to scrape at her randomly and never letting her get used to the sensations. The effect on its captive was instantaneous. With an intelligible string of moans and screams, Sylvia was forced into a second, far more powerful orgasm even while her first had yet to fade. Her love juices, mixed with the creature’s unknown secretions, sprayed from her in time with each brutal thrust, well beyond what should have been possible for her body to produce.

On and on the shockwaves came without relent until it seemed every movement in her teased out another peak, taking her to higher highs than ever. It was too much for any one person to bear, never mind a child... The poor cub’s body began to numb while the shreds of her consciousness began to fade into a white haze.

Thankfully the tentacles, seemingly sensing that their prey was starting to break down, finally began to slow their pace. Large lumps could be seen traveling up the lengths of the three tendrils ruthlessly fucking the captive fox, shrinking only when they passed her overstretched holes.

Sylvia’s senses came back to her as she felt some new substance pouring into her abused holes, hotter and thicker than its previous secretions. She had no idea what it could possibly be, but her body certainly knew that it enjoyed the feeling of being filled with it. She came one final time, but this wasn’t like the seemingly never-ending string of violent climaxes she’d been forced to endure to that point, this was softer and yet somehow so much more satisfying. She could feel her bottom holes squeezing and milking at the tentacles in her bottom, greedily coaxing out every last drop of the wonderful juices, whatever they were, into her overfilled depths. Unconsciously she had begun sucking hard on the one in her mouth as well, drunk on the waves of warm bliss flooding her broken mind.

By the time the flow began to taper off the fox’s womb and belly were grossly distended, and yet she strangely felt no pain at all from it. Once they had finished filling her, the three tentacles slowly began their retreat. As the one in her throat passed through her mouth she got her first taste of the strange substance it had pumped her full to bursting with. It was thick and heavy and it clung to every surface of her mouth. Once she got a proper taste of it though, it was impossibly delicious, a perfect mix of flavors like a mythical ambrosia. She clamped down on the tip in her mouth with the desperation of an addict but her strength was no match for its and it finally left her with a profound sense of emptiness.

Once the two in her pussy are ass finally popped free, a huge rush of the fluids drained out of her gaping holes. The fox cub’s immature body had been forced open impossibly wide and deep, the invaders reaching places never meant to be touched so, and despite that all that reached her mind was another spike of orgasmic bliss as she felt the wondrous fluids washing over every part of her ravaged body. The three tentacles responsible continued to float close by her and she was vaguely aware of another bulge traveling up their length. Correctly guessing at its contents, she happily let her mouth fall open, tongue lulling out in preparation. A moment later the tentacles began to spray their fluids all over her, quickly coating her head-to-toe in the sticky white stuff. The cub gleefully caught as much as she could in her mouth, but somehow even feeling it soaking into her fur and hair was wonderful. If she could move, she would certainly have rubbed the stuff into her as thoroughly as possible, but simply soaking in it was a beautiful torture in itself.

She wasn’t sure how long she remained there once the creature was finished with her. One by one the tendrils retreated until only the ones holding her upright remained. She would have been content to simply hang there forever in the beautiful glow warmly coursing through her body but it was not to be. All at once she was aware of a blinding light pouring into the previously dimly lit void. She didn’t have time to clear her vision before she felt herself being moved suddenly. A moment later she felt solid ground under her feet for the first time she could recall. She stumbled forward until she caught herself on a wall of something, her mind unable to immediately process that she wasn’t being held up by the creature anymore.

A strange sound hit her ears, which she finally was able to identify as the sound of a locker door slamming shut. Memories of her life started flooding back into her head. That’s right, she was in her school, out in the hallway by the look of it. It seemed so surreal after everything that had just happened...

Sylvia stumbled back to her feet; they felt weak, not just from not using them but there were still fresh shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her every so often. She could feel something dripping down her thighs and to the floor with a gentle plopping sound, but she paid it no mind as she began to wander aimlessly down the hall. She heard what she thought was voices around her but it was too hazy to make out anything being said. Several of the other girls had run away from the bizarre scene, but the addled fox didn’t even notice them.

After a few moments the shock began to fade and clarity slowly came back to the fox cub. She could still feel a strange pleasant feeling from her crotch every time she moved but she tried her best to ignore it as she attempted to make sense of the world around her again.

She had been in gym class right? So then why was she out in the hallway now? No, that wasn’t important now. So she had seen another girl come stumbling out of a locker and then she had been carried off herself by that... whatever it was... through a locker? And then it did all that stuff to her... Her body burned hotter at the memory of how good it had made her feel; all the fear and panic and pain she had experienced was whitewashed from her mind. But then... hadn’t it torn her uniform apart? And pumped her full to bursting with its stuff and covered her in it too? A quick glance at herself showed that she was still fully clothed (except that her panties were apparently missing based on the unhindered drippings from her crotch) and she definitely wasn’t overstuffed or covered in that stuff anymore. She lamented that last detail for a moment, remembering the delicious, addictive taste of it...

But, none of it added up. How much of that actually happened...? The longer she thought about it, the more the insanity of her ordeal faded away as the mundanity of her life came back into focus.

Well, whatever the truth was, she was still okay so she supposed it was nothing to worry overmuch about. In fact she felt better than ever; oddly sore, but just glowing with warmth in her core. It occurred to her after a while that she felt oddly full like she had just eaten three times in a row. She really needed to go to the bathroom.

Looking up, she saw that she had wandered back towards the gym. The changing room would be the closest restroom from there so she continued her ambling pace. Just as she reached the door to the changing room, she noticed two girls, a black furred chipmunk and a calico kitten, running up to her, concern mirrored on their faces. It took her a long moment to recognize the two as her best friends Kelli and Brianna. The two cubs took her by either arm once they reached her and were talking frantically at her but she couldn’t make sense of the words. It felt really nice to be held though, like really nice...

Where were they taking her though? She still needed the bathroom...

Sylvia looked over her shoulder just in time to see three locker doors explode open and several tentacles race across the hallway to the three of them. They were impressively coordinated; each one focused its efforts on ensnaring one of them... The memories flooded back to her once she felt the alien appendages wrapping around her again. All of that really had happened! And it seemed she was about to be carried off for another round of impossible pleasures...!

This one felt different though, rougher both in texture and its handling of her than the one that had taken her before. Maybe that meant it would be rougher with her body once it claimed her. She smiled warmly at the thought.

As she felt herself being pulled away from her friends and towards the waiting creature she caught glimpses of her friends suffering similar fates. They seemed terrified for some reason. Was that how she had been when the first creature had taken her...? There wasn’t much she could do to reassure them in her position but still she smiled at both of them. Soon enough they would know pleasures beyond their wildest imaginations just as she had... A part of her hoped that wherever they were all being taken that they would be together so she could watch them awaken to the glories of their tentacle lovers.

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