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The Tentacle Trap

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

A raffle prize for Dracoil

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The dragon snarled as he clambered over rocks, sweat dripping from his black-scaled palms. The rocks were a lot slicker and more slippery underfoot than Dracoil had expected and he hauled himself onward up the slope that had promised an easier exploratory mission than the one he had, ultimately, uncovered. It wasn't helped by the light armour he wore, even that seeming to weigh him down and drag him back as he tried to move on as swiftly as it was possible for a dragon in his world.

"Just...a little...further..." He huffed to himself, speaking out loud even as breath ripped from his lungs. "Keep going..."

It was stupid to waste breath on talking when he was already expending so much energy but he was actually nearly there. Or he would have almost been nearly there if his hind paw had not slipped, the tussock of grass that had been his next foothold disappearing as he bore his weight down on it.

"Fuck!"

Dracoil growled as he tumbled and scraped back down the slope, loose rock skittering along with him as his gleaming white horns seemed to catch on every rock, jarring his teeth and jaw together sharply and painfully. Every knock and thud brought a fresh bruise to his scales, tail crushed beneath his body at an angle that shouldn't have been possible for a beast. He clawed and scraped for any hold he could but there was none that could be found, the dragon helpless at the whim of the hike that he had chosen with so much misfortune.

And then there was no ground beneath him and he was fallen down and down and down, a hoarse cry ripping itself from his lips. Dracoil grasped at nothing, backpack light for the faintest of moments, and then landed with a heavy smack onto something soft and yielding that still somehow managed to support his body as if was on an undulating water mattress.

The dragon groaned, twisting as he tried to roll, though it was nearly impossible to get to his feet with the light of the opening he'd tumbled through far too high above for comfort. He swore and cursed and tried to kick the ground, though it seemed to shift away from him as he staggered.

"What the..."

The ground wasn't supposed to move, not like that. It rippled as if it was some kind of solidified water, still malleable, as he waved his arms for balance that did not quite come. The drake growled and spat a curse, though it was hardly under his breath as something or someone murmured in the darkness.

"What?" Shaking his head, he blinked, ears ringing. "Hello? Hello, is anyone there?"

It was a stupid thing to ask and he winced at his own sense of cliché, staggering to his hind paws even as the soft surface shifted underfoot. Glancing upwards, he blinked into the bright sunshine, although there didn't seem to be any possible way for him to claw his way up - and it wasn't as if he'd brought a lantern along with him. He'd put it aside that very morning, thinking that he wouldn't need it, not if he was avoiding exploring the caves, at least for the time.

But the cave had found him and there was little he could see or do in the pitch black.

Fuck... Now what?

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The decision of what to do next was taken out of his paws very surely.

The ground flipped suddenly but, rather than tipping him flat on his face, he shot up in the air, dangling by his ankle as his backpack hung precariously from his shoulders. Something snaked into the straps as he gasped and hung, armour rattling where it came up against the adjoining plates, covering his most vulnerable areas.

"What the -"

But those were all the words he managed to get out as something thick and a little slimy wrapped around his muzzle like a length of rope, binding his jaws, quite securely, closed. He whimpered and tried to hiss, though the mumble that came from his lips wasn't exactly threatening in the slightest.

He knew one thing though: his mission had gone completely and utterly horrible wrong. Very, very wrong.

The slimy rope-like thing slithered up his front and tucked under the straps holding his plate armour in place, the jerkin loosely fitted and supposedly cooler wear for the scorched summer climate. Whatever was attacking him, however, made quick work of it, bursting through the back of his jerkin as it swiftly and efficiently stripped him from head to toe, even making short work of his loincloth without leaving a single mark on his scales.

Groaning, Dracoil twisted and tried to get his bearings even as another something wrapped around his other ankle and then his wrists, turning him the right side up again and spread-eagled, naked and vulnerable for whatever had caught him. His heart pounded, tongue thick in his mouth, although there was no way to release the acrid bile rising up in the back of his throat with his jaws clamped shut by whatever it was that had captured him. His eyes tried to latch onto flickers of movement in the darkness, the whole cave seeming to shift and undulate around him, one thing slithering forward like a snake as if to inspect him carefully.

Wait... He blinked at the shape bobbing before his muzzle, leaning in closer as if to get a better look - something that his evidently living restraints allowed him to do. What was that? It wove back and forth as if it was possessed with a mind of its own, a green rope-like thing that was tapered to a smoothly rounded point.

And Dracoil reeled from it, a fresh snarl on his lips as he thrashed, tail swinging wildly - the only part of him that the _tentacles_had not yet restrained. Escape - he had to escape! Everyone knew what the tentacle monsters of the mountains did to travellers, even though it was usually maidens who were unfortunate enough to wander into their traps.

This tentacle monster, however, had caught a male and a dragon at that too. But it wasn't about to let him go simply because he wasn't its usual manner of prey. And the tentacle monster only had one way it liked to 'take' its prey.

It moved so swiftly that Dracoil wasn't sure which orifice the tentacles shoved into first. The one wrapped around his muzzle, ensuring he couldn't bite, loosened a fraction, just enough for him to force out a growl. But it wasn't for his comfort that the tentacle retreated and his jaws were stuffed with another, thicker tentacle as he grunted, something distinctly off in his body. But that was because his tail had been crudely yanked up, exposing the only breeding hole he had to offer for the tentacle creature that needed to fill its prey.

The tentacle under his tail rammed up rudely into his tail, forcing him open as it squirted and excreted its own lubrication - a blessing for an unprepared drake. That didn't stop him from flinching and groaning deep in the back of his throat as he was violated, his whole body ringing through with the pain that trembled through him, the cave around him seeming to take on an ethereal quality that one would not be able to explain even after the fact.

Dracoil rolled his eyes fearfully, struggling and fighting, though no amount of flailing and attempting to windmill his arms, drawn back up the tentacles, was about to render him free. The tentacles seemed to mock him allowing him to get so far as they drove into his tail hole and mouth, the one clamped between his jaws driving insistently up to the back of his throat as it drooled something thick and viscous straight down his throat. Forced to swallow, Dracoil was yanked back, passed from one side to the other as if he was nothing more than a toy for the tentacle monster to use and abuse, head rolling and flopping as his maw was stretched and pounded.

His throat worked to swallow as his struggles grew weaker and weaker, submitting to the will of the tentacle monster as a small part of his mind resigned himself to the fact that he was there until the creature was good and done with him. Hey, at least it didn't seem to be the kind that devoured its prey, right? But that was hardly soothing at all to Dracoil's mind as he twisted and writhed weakly, lips stretched taut around the thick length in his muzzle. He barely noticed the one around his jaws loosening still, trusting him to lick and swallow around the shaft even as he trembled in his makeshift bondage.

For the dragon knew he wasn't going anywhere soon and his cock rose to the occasion too, crudely stimulated to hardness as the tentacle painfully abusing his tail hole redoubled its efforts, grinding up, perhaps intentionally, against his prostate. Against himself, Dracoil groaned, pleasure mingling with disgust with relief with all manner of twisted emotions that one mind could simply not make sense of in such a tumultuous instance.

He could not deny the pleasure creeping into his mind, however, Dracoil rolling his head from shoulder to shoulder as the tentacle moved within him, driving thrusts speeding up. It didn't care that his body was throbbing and pulsing with need too, all manufactured by the tentacle monster's force, only that it got what it needed from him. And it was swiftly nearing its high, the coarse grind and thrust of its tentacles, others roaming his body as if to explore and tease his scales, only heightening his dark lust all the more.

Dracoil groaned, though the sound was muffled as the tentacle forced him to gag around it, seeming to get even larger and thicker, jaw stretched as far as it could possibly go. But it was just other tentacles trying to cram their way in alongside the first, all eager to have their time with the dragon they'd so easily dropped into their trap, his tail tugging uselessly at the multiple tentacles holding it up and away from his terribly exposed buttocks.

Too much... It was all too much. The drake groaned, although there was no lust in the sound as his body trembled, scales seeming to lift their black and green edges as if his 'hair' was standing on end.

One...two...three... And then several more thrusts following in swift succession, pleasure rattling pain in the back of his mind as something inside him drew tighter and tighter, the tentacles holding him more firmly still as if they were anticipating a struggle. And they would have been right too, the drake twisting on the edge of a rudely forced upon on him orgasm, eyes glassy as they rolled back into his skull once again. The tentacle under his tail ground up against that sensitive patch inside him and his head snapped up, body trying to rock, entirely against his will, back onto that thick, stretching tentacle.

It was the one wrapping around his cock, however, that thrust him over the edge with a howl of ashamed lust, cock spurting as it jerked and throbbed in the tentacle creature's hold. It writhed madly beneath him, around him - everywhere he looked - as he ejaculated, everything switching into overdrive as he was ruthlessly pounded from both ends.

Dimly, through the glow of his own orgasm, as twisted as it was, Dracoil felt the tentacles shoot their load within him, set off by his climax as his tail hole squeezed down around them as if his body was trying to milk them for all they were worth. Set back from the erotic scene as if he was watching it on a screen rather than experiencing it himself, he moaned softly, head spinning and reeling from the reality of his high.

And they had a lot to give, pumping him full of something like cum, the creature's seed splattering into his mouth and tail hole simultaneously, although he had no eggs within him to fertilise. He hacked and gagged around the flood of cum, the fluid viscously drooling out of the corners of his lips as he tried and failed to gulp it down, the motion more automatic than wanton as his whole body, sweaty and haggard, rang through with exhaustion.

Yet he was still hefted higher, the creature's tentacles twitching as they spent what he thought were the last drops of his seed. But they didn't soften or pull out in the slightest, working into a fresh load of thrusts as his newly lubricated and slickened tail hole tensed around one, stiffening as he tried to pull away, all to no avail.

The monster was not done with him yet.