Part 1 and 2.
#1 of Choose Your Own Yiffventure
Hey there, sorry I haven't updated much so here's my apology to all my loyal fans. All 7 of you. This is a choose your own adventure story that I hope will be both humorous and sexy to read.
Story is copyrighted to me.
You is copyrighted to You.
Any grievous spelling mistakes or something that doesn't make sense, I'll clear up and fix in a jiffy if you PM me or leave a comment.
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- Your head gives a few dull thumps of pain as you wake up from a deep sleep, cause and rationale totally unknown to you. There's a gently whisper of what could be wind in the room and the feel of thousands of grains of sand on the floor beneath you. You take a few seconds to let the murk in front of your eyes clear and for the pain in your head to finally ebb away, leaving you staring at the yellow tinted sand below you. After checking your mouth for missing fillings, you drag yourself uncertainly to your feet, testing your weight on each one to make sure nothing is broken. The left ankle gives a little twinge of pain but your right ankle is perfectly fine so you lop a bit to the right to keep yourself from doing yourself a nasty. You look around your new room for the first time, light being brought to you via a hole in the ceiling you assume that you made, and make a few notes. The room is only just big enough to be comfortably sprawled out in and there are three doors and one hole, the latter being too high above you to consider reaching. The walls are some kind of old Egyptian sandstone architecture, every large brick sitting comfortably in the repeating pattern that any good, sturdy wall is built in. You sit on the floor and look between all three doors, each one has a gentle wind disappearing into it and each one is making strange eldritch sounds. You assume that something nasty lies behind each one, and given the previous two stories of this author the phrase "There's no harm in..." doesn't apply any more. You're deep in thought about how you got here and what exactly you're doing here when you hear a gentle scratching can be heard from the wall behind you. You turn around slowly, much to your lack of better judgement, and check what's been written,
"Welcome To My Dungeon... You May Have Many Questions, Rest Assured They Will Not Be Answered..." You give a sarcastic sigh of relief "Not Yet Anyway... You Must Choose Quickly What Path You Will Follow... Quickly Now..."
Choices:
A. Sit down and think more, this introspection stuff is fun. Go to Story part 2.
B. Choose a Door and hurry about it! Part 3 for the door on your left, 4 for the door to the centre and part 5 for the door to your right.
- Fuck that wall, you're busy trying to think a way out of here and how you came to be here in the first place. You gently rub the fur of your chin as you think, tail tapping the floor irritably as you constantly draw up blanks, even your name escapes you right now. The floor shifts a little in various parts of the room but you're too busy applying your brain to the situation at hand to notice the sand being sucked into the floor where 8 eight wide holes have opened up, one right underneath you, conveniently right where your tailhole is. You stand up and look to the ceiling, suddenly aware there is a small trickle of sand floating down. You consider what this means but your train of thought is suddenly interrupted with the sound of yourself yelping and a sharp pain emanating from your previously unstretched tailhole. You look down just to see a light yellow tentacle, translucent and gel like, almost totally blending in with the sand, burying itself into your tailhole as fast as it can. You feel it whipping about and winding inside you, desperately trying to gain more depth into your dry fuck hole. You start to pull away from the invader and yell for help but another tentacle grabs onto and squeezes your injured left ankle, pain shooting up your leg making you wince and collapse, whining on the floor as the tentacle in your tailhole buries itself deeper and deeper, quickly heading for the your bend. You thrash about as much as you can but another 4 tentacles secure you down to the dusty floor. You continue to pitiful yell and cry as another tentacle joins the other one at your tailhole, wrapping around the one already buried deep in you like a cork screw.
The tentacles finally get pissed off at your constant hollering and one of the shoots down your throat the next time you open your mouth, making you gag and choke slightly. You whine around the tentacle in your throat as the tentacles in your ass begin to spin slightly, like a drill, burying themselves so deep in makes you physically ill... but then they pull back a little.
They start to pump in and out of you, a slight lubricating substance being excreted from their gelatinous flesh as they fuck you. As much as you hate yourself for it, the constant rubbing and pressing against your prostate makes your cock hard and your sheath starts to pull back to reveal your species unspecific cock to the tentacles. The last free tentacle takes this open invitation and pokes against the entrance to your urethra, slowly pushing its considerably less thick self into your pre drooling cock, effectively blocking it. You squeal into the tentacle that's begun to violate your throat as the other begins to push into your cock, the penetration causes a severe burning pain as it visibly stretches your cock. Through your pain you barely realize that the two tentacles in your ass have sped up and begun to pulse madly, their lubricating gel making their entrance so much easier.
You start to calm down and get more into it as the tentacles finally take your feelings into consideration, your cock still throbbing with pain slightly as the tentacle violating it just gently pushes in and out, lubed to perfection. You buck your hips gently as the others fuck you ferociously, the one in your throat now so deep it's pushing into your stomach. The tentacles in your ass have brought you so close to the edge, moaning and squirming with pleasure as they literally screw your tight ass. You blush deeply as you feel the first burst of thick tentacle seed land heavily in your stomach, and then another... and another. You can watch the cum travel down the long tentacle if you cross your eyes slightly, there's a lot of it and it doesn't look like it will end soon. You making a few muffled pleas for it to stop as your belly begins to distend, the tentacles in your ass starting to pump cum into you too. You can feel every bulging section of the tentacle as the seed is pumped down its length, rubbing against your insides as it heads deep within you, soon being lost deposited somewhere inside your body. Each bulge also hits your pleasure spot and brings you right up to the edge, though never going over. Then you realise the tentacles are toying with you, they weren't going to let you cum because that would mean you'd get the ultimate pleasure from this violation. You begin to whine loudly and reach for your cock to stroke yourself over the edge but there's already tentacles wrapped around your wrists that aren't letting you move anywhere.
You submit to your fate as the tentacles continue to pump into you, thinking maybe they were just going to keep going until either your will broke, or your stomach. Whichever came first. Then, suddenly, the tentacles rip out of you almost as suddenly as they penetrated you, leaving your throat, cock and tailhole vacant again, filled with lube and seed. You remain in the doggy style position they had you in for a second, and then collapse, whining softly from the remnants of pain in all your favourite orifices. You look up at the wall where the writing had been. Now there's only a single line of text.
"I Told You To Be Quick About It".
You roll your eyes at this and suddenly realise something, you can paw now! You reach for your still hard and painfully throbbing cock but the moment your paw touches it a sharp pain shoots through the maltreated organ. You look in awe and suffering as a little tendril of the "seed", the tentacle in your cock had pumped into your sac while you were distracted by the others, sticks out from your sac. There's a small hole when it retracts but this quickly heals and smoothes over. You curl up and whine gently as your cock throbs unpleasantly between your thighs, figuring you couldn't touch yourself anymore. You curl up for some sleep and decide to take a door tomorrow when you aren't so knackered.