Tentacle Rain
This was really an impulse thing brought on by the recent increased output of furry artist Endium and hearing about the 200th anniversary of Edward Lear's birth earlier this month. Lear was the British poet responsible for "The Owl and the Pussy Cat." He wrote using the limerick style, which I used here; appropriate I see as Wikipedia says, "Gershon Legman, who compiled the largest and most scholarly anthology, held that the true limerick as a folk form is always obscene..." It's not perfect as Limericks go. I copied the rhyme scheme but the lines themselves don't seem to flow as easily as they should and I'm not sure if multiple successive verses is frowned upon or not.
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Tentacle Rain
By: Rakuen Growlithe
In a lonesome valley, on a summer's day
A russet fox went out to play
The sky seemed clear, the weather fair
In an empty field, nothing to fear
'Till suddenly, the sky turned grey
Lacking cover, what's a fox to do?
When, from the sky, there fell some goo
On the ground it formed a puddle
And the fox was stuck, despite his struggle
Below his tail, a tentacle grew
With a single thrust it filled his butt
Then in and out, began to rut
The tentacle pistoned, oozing and slick
Blood burning hot, an engorged fox dick
He moaned and groaned, was a vulpine slut
It filled his rump with a sticky gel
On all four paws the foxy fell
His cock twitched once then shot it's cum
The tentacle withdrew, it's job was done
Again he's alone, murring fox in the dell