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This story was written for Chris as part of my Patreon Request Days for September. It contains tentacle sex between... well, some tentacles, and a consenting intersex adult male. :3

The Gift of Indulgence

When Kurt got home, there was a small parcel waiting on his front stoop. A little box, not much larger than the feline male's head, with pale blue wrapping that bore aquamarine spots upon it and tied with a sky blue ribbon. It bore no label other than a tag with his name on it, and though the cat could think of no reason why he would be left a present, no holidays or birthday approaching any time soon, he could also think of no reason to find such a gift suspicious. At worst it would probably be a prank from one of his friends. One of those spring-loaded snakes full of confetti or a box filled with incrementally smaller boxes, the smallest containing a single peanut or a fifty cent coin. At best... honestly, Kurt had no idea. But there was one simple way to find out.

Kicking his shoes off by the door, Kurt carried the package through to his living room. He set it down on the coffee table and flopped down upon the couch close by, peeling off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt to reveal the vest top beneath. Off came his belt, and before long the cat felt perfectly and gloriously relaxed. Nothing said the work day was done like slobbing out on the couch and ridding yourself of even the slightest appearance of professionalism. Kurt chuckled as he stared at his clothing, strewn out around him. He was almost tempted to keep going and strip down to his underwear, maybe even beyond that. But perhaps that could wait, at least until after he'd opened his gift.

Sitting upright, leaning forward to grab the box, the cat turned over the label one more time just to make sure there was no sender information or a message of any kind. Nothing, just his name. He shrugged, and tugged on the ribbon. It came loose with ease, but Kurt had to lurch slightly to keep the box from leaping out of his hands. He raised an eyebrow. It almost felt like it had jumped, or something within it had moved as it felt the ribbon coming loose. But no, surely he'd just tugged it a little too sharply and caused whatever was inside to rattle. He fumbled with the paper for a few seconds, every last little crease of folded wrapping taped down tightly. Eventually a claw of one of his fingertips did the job, and soon Kurt was tearing the gift wide open, revealing a small, plain cardboard box within.

A single seam of tape was all that remained holding the box shut, and with the same claw the cat sliced through it. He tucked his thumbs under the box's lid, and gently, carefully flipped it open to see what lay within.

Peering in, Kurt frowned in confusion. It was a ball. Not a solid rubber ball or baseball or anything like that. But, a ball of complete emptiness; an absence of light, just floating in the centre of the box. He blinked once, and whimpered as something began to emerge from that hovering, pitch dark ball of nothing. He blinked again, and groaned in both disbelief and excitement as a wiggling, twitching and drooling tendril emerged from the ball's blackness, followed by another. And another. And another.

They lifted him off the couch and into the air, tearing at his clothes with quivering tips and thick, octopus-like suction cups. Some were rounded while others appeared more flat. Some rough and other's perfectly smooth. They varied in colour from deep purple to rich greens, and all oozed with the same thick, translucent and slippery slime. Of course, seeing all of this as they whirled and whipped around him, as they bound his arms and legs and rendered him hanging face down, spread-eagled in mid air over the box where it had fallen upon the floor, Kurt was less concerned with the colour and shape of the tentacles than where they appeared to be headed.

"A-aahhhyess..."

A mewling cry escaped the feline as a thick suction cup settled over his clitoris, clamping down around the little fleshy hood of the nub and beginning to slurp and suckle with vacuum-like pressure. He felt his clit being sucked forward, drawn free from its confines, and wailed happily as the suction intensified and focused around just the achingly sensitive little nub itself. Another tendril, this one thicker and perfectly smooth in texture, probed between the intersex male's outer lips, flicking back and forth across the immediate interior of his pussy before bumping itself up against the other limit's of Kurt's vaginal opening. His toes curled, then flexed and splayed out sharply as the tentacle lunched forward with a sudden eagerness, like it had just realised what that hole was for. An ear splitting cry escaped Kurt, echoing around the room, and was soon joined by a thick, passionate slurping as the tentacle now burying itself inside the male's pussy began to slide rapidly in and out, fucking him hard as it continued to ooze slick lubrication.

The first time a cry of anything but pleasure and excitement escaped the cat was when he felt another tendril, admittedly and thankfully smaller than the one filling his pussy, rubbing between the cheeks of his ass. It seemed content to just grind against him for a while as the cat was hungrily and savagely fucked by the other tentacle, countless more rubbing and caressing at his writhing airborne figure. Its own tip seemed to not only drool but unleash thick spurts of its glistening slimy substance, making Kurt groan in even greater excitement and nervousness all at once as he was essentially hot-dogged by the tentacle-cock. He was nervous rather than just enthralled by its touch however because of what the cat expected would eventually come of that contact. And sure enough just a few short and potently pleasurable minutes later, it did so.

"Oh god! N-nhnhhh! No, don't stop!"

Howling in fevered longing, the cat arched his back and flailed with all the admittedly useless force he could muster within the tentacle's embrace. All at once the thick tendril fucking him so hard and deep and the suction cup wrapped around his clitoris withdrew, leaving the feline hanging on the very verge of a spectacularly fierce and wonderful orgasm. Kurt could feel his pussy convulsing in imminent expectation of its release, and wailed in hungry embarrassment as in his desperation he felt trickles of pre-ejaculate soaking his crotch and dripping down the quivering cheeks of his ass. The only tentacle that remained in motion against his intimate regions was the one rubbing at his ass, doing so now ever more tenderly and teasingly, as though wordlessly attempting to comfort the cat. It was like it was reminding him of its continued presence, of its failure to let him down as the others had. It would never abandon him... at least... not if he'd welcome it, as he'd so eagerly welcomed the touch of the others.

Kurt humped at thin air. He wailed in desire, pleading, hoping that the tentacles were just teasing him and that soon they'd return. But as the seconds dragged by and the male found himself slipping away from the pleasure of his no longer imminent orgasm, he couldn't take it. After being driven from nothing to such a frantic state of arousal in just a few short minutes, he couldn't bear to be forced back to absolute nothing once again.

"Do it. Oh god. God, j-just... do it! Fuck me. Fuck my ass, please."

For a split-second, the tentacle pulled back, abandoning Kurt just like the others had and ceasing even to rub itself between his now slick, ooze-covered cheeks. He cried out woefully, but only for the briefest moment. It returned, its slightly rough textured surface sliding between his cheeks not horizontally as it had before, but plunging straight for its intended goal. For just a second or so it wiggled and oozed its slick essence against the already glistening pucker of Kurt's rump, and then it was pushing inward, stealing away the feline's anal virginity and pumping him full of it's slippery seed to ensure that this unexpected first time was anything but the painful experience that the male had always imagined it to be.

Huffing and grunting in what at first was just an attempt to get used to the sensation of his rear end being full of writhing, squirming flesh, Kurt was indeed surprised, though not unpleasantly so, to discover how good the probing tendril began to feel as it wormed its way within his rump. His eyes widened, and a louder, deep moan escaped him, as it's wriggling tip struck something. Something that felt not quite as good as having his clit or g-spot stimulated, but still... pretty damn good. Was that his prostate? Was that what it felt like to have that touched and probed by something inside his ass?

"Oh. Ohhh..."

The tentacle began to thrust. To slip out a little, though not completely, then push back in again and rub itself over that sweet spot inside Kurt's rump as it did so. He moaned. Louder, then louder still.

"Ooohhh t-that's... right there. Yeah. Y-yeah. Oh fuck. Mnnhhh, yes."

His eyes grew half lidded, lazy with the pleasure washing over him as each thrust into his ass prompted his pussy to clench and quiver. He wasn't nearly close to cumming any more, nor was the thrusting in his ass driving him towards it with the same immediate fury that a tentacle in his pussy would have achieved. But it was going to get him there eventually, that the cat was certain of. And that fact alone, surprising as it was to Kurt, was enough that he would have let it happen that way with no further influence from any other tentacles or any other parts of his needy body's anatomy.

Still, he whimpered happily when he felt something brushing between his pussy's now flushed and swollen lips once more. He glanced down the length of his trembling body, and had just enough time to give a longing cry of gratitude before what was almost certainly the same thick, smooth, rounded tentacle as before returned to add to the pleasure washing over the cat from his backside. It pushed into his pussy once again, seeming to swell and thicken, engorging itself and pressing up against every last sensitive nerve ending within Kurt's depths. It drove deeper, and when it began to slide in and out once more it did so in exactly the opposite rhythm to the tendril working the feline's tight rump.

_Yes! Yes _!"

It was too much, feeling his ass being filled as the tentacle in his pussy withdrew almost completely, then having his sensitive depths clutching and milking the tentacle which filled it while his prostate was denied stimulation. Kurt soared towards climax once more, thrashing and wailing in his oh so willing bondage, unable to conceive of a way in which it could possibly feel better as he was driven between having prostate and g-spot caressed and teased in rapid succession. A hundred, maybe a thousand tentacles seemed to writhe around him and the box from which they had spawned, stroking his cheeks, tickling his sides, caressing the tips of his ears and lovingly fondling between his twitching toes. But it was only right at the end, when Kurt was on the very brink of climax, that the suction-bearing tentacle which had started him off on this road to explosive release returned.

It slapped rather roughly, sharply and passionately down against the mound of the feline male's pussy, and crawled its way to his still protruding, throbbing clit. It wrapped itself around that aching little nub, and as for the first time since they had joined forces Kurt found himself being filled to his limits in both front and rear holes, it began to apply volatile suction to that sensitive little ruby of flesh.

Kurt's whole body stiffened like an electric current from a mains outlet was passing through it. His ears perked, his toes splayed out, his tail whipped from side to side at its very tip, the rest of its length quivering and outstretched to the max. His muzzle hung wide open, and a breathless, strangled gasp of pure elation issued from deep at the back of the male's throat as his face burned crimson beneath its dark fur, and hot floods of ejaculate began to trickle, then pour, then violently squirt from his suddenly clutching, cumming pussy. That gasp rose and built in intensity as the surge of his juices grew more and more potent, until with one last grunting cry Kurt caught his breath, and began to scream outright.

His lithe figure thrashed, began to writhe and kick within the tentacle's embrace, and as the full maddening passion of his orgasmic release crashed down over the cat, all he could do was wail in unabashed gratitude both to the tentacles assailing him from all angles, and to whoever had been devilishly kind enough to send him such a uniquely pleasant present as this.

By Jeeves

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