Volcan tentacled (new version
Volcan didn't know exactly where he had wandered to; he'd never seen this place before. The ground was black as though burned, but it didn't seem at all damaged; under his talons the ground felt like normal dirt, but the plants all around were strange-looking; some of them appeared fungal but others he could not identify. They all seemed alive though; some moved a bit, though they never moved towards the burning avian.
The phoenix paid no heed to the moving plants --he'd seen far stranger things in his lifetime-- and walked on, not feeling at all endangered. This area was strange, definitely; nothing like Bylander back home, but it hadn't been at all threatening. Heck, he was curious to see what else was here; the landscape was different than the places he was used to, and this place didn't seem at all touched by civilization. Then again, it was a rather small island in the middle of nowhere; how much civilization could come out here? The place was rather rugged; not place for a plane to land and the island was surrounded by rocks so no boat was coming anywhere near here anytime soon. Other than how Volcan arrived, by flying, the only other way here would be by helicopter.
Volcan looked around some more, and then he saw what looked like a grove of the fungal plants. Shrugging, he walked towards it, and entered the grove. Moments of walking and he entered an almost perfectly circular clearing. The fungal plants were all around, though there were some different ones here, and some weird vines hung from them.
"Hmm... curious... never seen a place like this before," he said to himself.
The fungal plants all around this grove were unlike anything he'd seen before; no two looked the same, and some were even different colors. One of them was even the same shade of red as the feathers of his primary body color, and another as gold as his secondary color. He somewhat bemused at that.
"Color fungus, blackened but un-burnt earth, kooky island with seemingly no way to it," he said. "Seems like someplace Sheogorath would make." He was a large fan of The Elder Scrolls games, especially the fourth one, Oblivion; Sheogorath was a Daedric Prince, towards Madness and Insanity, and this place definitely seemed up the alley of someone like him. "Mother nature, you have created the strangest place on Mysticaria." He walked over to one of the fungal plants, looking closely at it; it looked similar to tree fungus, without any moss, but was perfectly smooth. Curious, Volcan sent a tiny fireball from his fingertip at the fungus; no effect. No burns, no scratch, not even a layer of ash; his flames had no effect on the fungus. "Either this thing is really wet, or I bear repeating my previous sentence." He turned and started to head out of the grove, deciding there was no longer any reason to stay.
He took no more than ten steps, back in the middle of the clearing, before he nearly fell onto his face; something was on his foot. He looked down at whatever had caught on his ankle, and he saw one of the purple vines on it. "Now how'd I get caught in that?" he asked as he reached down and tried to pry it off, but it wouldn't let go. Deciding to just try ripping through it, Volcan pulled on it from the sides. Despite his unnatural physical strength, the vine wouldn't break. "Now THIS is freaking nuts; something I actually can't break?"
Suddenly, the vine gave a violent yank, and Volcan was pulled right off his feet, falling onto his back; his head bounced off the ground, dazing him a bit. As he tried to clear his head back up, he felt something grab his other ankle and looked down; another vine and it was still moving around his leg.
"Holy shit, they're alive!" He yelped.
Two more vines grabbed his wrists, and the four vines pulled him to a spread eagled position. He didn't resist; he didn't know what these things had planned yet, but he was startled that his flame defense wasn't working on them... then he remembered the fungus; his flames hadn't harmed it at all. If these vines had the same resistance, Volcan's powers were useless.
A strange root rose out of the ground and faced its tip down toward him like a snake eyeing its pray. The tip of the root open and a few drops of something fell onto Volcan's shirt. Seconds later, his shirt actually dissolved, vanishing as though he hadn't even worn one! The root did the same to his jeans, which dissolved slightly slower since they were thicker than his shirt, and left him only in his black boxers, which were also quickly dissolved.
Volcan decided enough was enough; he pulled on the vines, and as it turns out, his strength surpassed the four on his limbs, and he pulled his hands and arms inward, trying to rip through the vines again. But then he heard four more coming at him; two of them wrapped around his upper arm, below his shoulder, and the other two around his thighs, and they pulled him back into the position they had him in before, and three more came over to him; one coiled around his stomach, looping four times before stopping, one wrapped around his neck, and the third one went between his legs.
He looked down as much as he could with the tentacle around his neck; long a neck as he had, the vine had coiled itself around much of it; at least it wasn't strangling him. The tentacle between his legs was hovering above his birdhood, which wasn't erect and was still hidden by the feathers around his crotch. It poked into the feathers, and he couldn't see what it was doing now, but he felt it touch his balls.
Volcan shivered; what was this plant doing? He often watched tentacle videos, as he really liked them, but this? He didn't think this was even possible; was he dreaming or was this reality? As though to answer his question, he felt the tentacle rubbing over his sac, and it made him groan and stop resisting the vines on his body, and he felt them stop pulling too hard, but they still kept a tight grip in case he tried to resist again.
The tentacle's encouragement brought his cock to full erection, and the tentacle then wrapped itself around his dick, moving itself up and down. Volcan shivered in pleasure; it reminded him of a hand job, and it felt pretty good. He humped his hips as much as the tentacles on his body would let him, feeling very horny all of a sudden.
The tentacle unwound itself a moment later, making Volcan groan in disappointment, until he saw the front of it open up and engulf his birdhood. He gasped sharply at the feeling that came to him, and felt as though he'd climax at that second. Then he felt a powerful suction around it that made his whole body shiver and buck his hips again. The tentacle moved itself in rhythm to his bucking, slipping up and down on the phoenix's hot member.
Volcan had only ever imagined something like this happening to him; the idea always turned him on but he always thought it would never happen; now here he was, being held by ten strange vines, and being forced into sex by them. But he was no longer protesting against it; he was in sheer bliss, a smile on the fleshy portion of his beak, and his mouth hanging open with his gasps and chirps of pleasure.
But then he felt something poking at his backside. His eyes shot open as he realized what was coming next; he had never been a fan of anal sex, though his new bi-curious stature, he'd actually done it a couple of times. But that was different; he was only bi-curious, not directly bisexual!
The tentacle didn't seem to care, not that he could really talk to plants anyway, and it forced its way between his cheeks, stroking his ass for a moment before it plunged itself into his tail hole. Volcan grunted as he felt his anus spread out, and his legs tightened but were kept open by the four vines holding them.
Another tentacle came up to his face, taking advantage of his open beak and darting inside, touching the back of his throat. He gagged for a second, but then found the tentacle didn't taste unpleasant; it actually tasted like a golden-delicious apple, which was one of his favorite fruits. He wondered if this thing somehow adjusted itself, somehow knowing what its ‘victims' enjoyed, but he stopped thinking about that as he felt himself climax, spraying his load of hot cum into the tentacle around his cock.
The vines didn't stop there though; they let him bask for a moment before they started up again, the one in his mouth and anus rapidly thrusting. As they did, he felt himself becoming ensnared by more of the vines; one wrapped around his waist, one around each elbow and each knee, and one was stroking his backside like a flirty girl. He smiled around the tendril in his mouth; he was enjoying this. What had started out as a rape had become very enjoyable for this phoenix, and he didn't want it to end soon; he was having such a good time.
The tentacles seemed encouraged by his mood and kept up their effort, the ones one his body began to move around, coiling, uncoiling, recoiling, and doing it again and again, giving him a massage while he was pleasured. Volcan moaned in sheer ecstasy around the tentacle in his mouth. ‘Oh yes, fuck me more,' he thought.
As though they could read his mind, the tentacles redoubled their efforts; the one sucking on his dick began to move itself rapidly, pulling up and down while still sucking so fast it was like a jackhammer. The one in his anus did the same, and the tentacles massaging his body increased in number; they lifted him up and some tentacles massaged his back too, and two more went to his chest stroking his muscles.
Volcan climaxed again, filling the tube a second time with his hot seed and practically hollering around the tentacle in his mouth. That seemed to be enough for the tentacles; they set the phoenix down and retracted themselves from him. He felt slightly violated, rubbing his backside to prove this point, but otherwise he felt great; he'd thoroughly enjoyed that. He panted as he basked, laying out on the ground; he'd have to come back to this place again sometime soon, and maybe bring someone with him.
After resting for a bit, he looked around; the vines were back on the mushrooms, seemingly limp and lifeless, but he knew better, and so he stood up; his clothes were gone, so he'd have to be as conspicuous as possible, even while flying. He spread his wings, jumped and ascended, leaving the island behind but every intention of coming back soon.