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This story was written for Shakal as Day #23 of Kinktober 2018. Today's kink was "Tentacles" and the story contains M/M sex and magical tentacle based lewdness between consenting adults.

Adding to the Orgy

"Jay? Hey, Jaythen, is everything okay? You missed like... all your classes."

Quincey stood outside his friend's room and gently rapped on the door, sincerely a little worried for the snow leopard. It really wasn't like Jaythen to miss a single class, never mind a whole day of them. He enjoyed the opportunity to show off, to prove just how good he was, far too much to just be chilling out somewhere. He had to be sick or something, and indeed that was what Quincey had told all their professors in order to keep Jaythen from getting in any trouble for the unauthorised absence. Now he was here to find out for sure, and yet as he knocked and called through the door again there was no response. The dark furred rat frowned and reached for the door handle, attempting to turn it but scowling as he found it locked. Not to be deterred though, he withdrew his hands and began to trace them back and forth through the air in a somatic ritual. Where his fingers traced, shining blue lights hung in the air in the shape of the runes he was drawing, and as he spoke the incantations associated with the unlocking spell the runes turned sharply anticlockwise as from within the door the sound of the lock clicking sharply open rang out clearly.

"I'm coming in, Jay. I just wanna make sure you're okay, that's all."

The rat knew he was probably worried about nothing, people rarely got sick at Syren University and even when they did it was normally a simple matter of a bacteria or virus targetting spell to get them all fixed up again. But he knew he wouldn't have been able to forgive himself if he left Jaythen just lying in bed stricken by some fever that he couldn't move to get tended to, or some magical malady which might have been somewhat more challenging to clear up. Thus he reached out, grabbed the handle of the now magically unsealed door, pulled it open and slipped hurriedly inside to find his friend.

The first thing that Quincey noticed as he stepped into the snow leopard's dark dorm room was how hot it was, and the second thing he noticed was how thick and heavy the air was with... his nose wrinkled and his whiskers twitched. What was that smell? It was familiar for sure, and not at all unpleasant, but the fact that he hadn't been expecting it in the slightest meant that for a moment or two at least the rat couldn't even begin to guess at what it might have been. By the time it did cross his mind what the smell reminded him of though, it was too late. By then his eyes were beginning to adjust to the rather darkened room, and even as Quincey tried to raise a hand with the intention of magically guiding the drapes back to allow some sunlight in, he saw the shadowy form of something reaching up and wrapping itself around his arm. He squeaked, and gasped in shock as something similarly long, strong and surprisingly flesh-like wrapped around his other wrist, and just as yet more tendrils of whatever it was he was feeling began to encircle his ankles the rat let loose an urgent, commanding cry of arcane power.

"Candles in the night, ignite!"

Light flared as set into the walls and hanging from an iron candelabra on the ceiling every candle present in the room burst into life with flickering flame. In an instant, Quincey saw what was happening. He saw why Jaythen hadn't been to any of his classes that day and he saw precisely what it was that was now beginning to bind him, just as it seemed to have entrapped the snow leopard himself. Lying on his bed, naked, wide eyed and writhing in obvious pleasure, Jaythen was staring at the rat in humiliated dismay as he tried and failed to utter a single muffled moan of warning through not one but two pink tentacles stuffing themselves into his not merely glistening but dripping, matted, cum-stained muzzle. Another pair of tentacles were wrapped around his legs, binding them together and rubbing their cock-like tips at the soles of his feet while another two had bound his arms to his sides, thrusting and rubbing their own throbbing, drooling tips against his quivering fingers like they were trying to encourage him to jerk them off. A seventh tendril was disappearing beneath the snow leopard between his legs, its length moving urgently back and forth in a way that made it abundantly clear it was fucking the snow leopard in the ass, and given the matted state of not just Jaythen's tail and buttocks but rather practically all the fur upon his body, not to mention the heavy, sodden sheets and mattress beneath him, it seemed as though that and perhaps other tentacles had been fucking the helplessly bound feline for quite some time.

"O-oh my god, Jay! What happened, how did you... m-mnhh, hey, w-what? Aaah!"

In concern for his friend Quincey tried to step forward. He tried to move towards Jaythen with the obvious intent of freeing his friend from these obviously magically conjured and clearly sex-hungry tentacles. In doing so he tried to shake off the tentacles which were already attempting to bind him just as they had bound the snow leopard, but as soon as he began to resist their more gentle attempts at holding him where he had stood they drastically increased their defences. With a squeak of shock no fewer than nine total tentacles suddenly found themselves assailing Quincey's body, those already grabbing at his limbs being joined by five more while wrapped around the rat over and over again until he was every bit as tightly and inescapably trapped in their confines as Jaythen. He would have toppled, would have fallen to the ground were it not for those cock-tipped tentacles gently lowering him within their embrace, and once he was horizontal against the ground the rat found himself being pulled along the floor, ever closer to the bed upon which his friend was still lying and being fucked, being so relentlessly stimulated by the seven tendrils still focused solely upon him.

"Jaythen, I... a-aahhh, what's happening? Who did this to you, I... o-oh my god. Oh my god , Jay!"

Quincey was dragged up onto the bed itself and positioned almost directly alongside his friend. Much closer now to the snow leopard, the rat was able to crane his still freely mobile neck upward and look down the length of Jaythen's bound body. In doing so he was finally able to get a look at the feline male's crotch without those writhing tentacles getting in the way, and only then did he recognise the truth of what he was seeing. These tentacles weren't attacking Jaythen, or rather, they weren't doing so on behalf of some outside force. They were Jaythen, or at least some part of him. Each of those sixteen tentacles he had now counted attacking the two of them with a sexualised frenzy were emanating from the same place, the snow leopard's stuffed, immensely swollen sheath. There was, therefore a very good reason why the tips of those tentacles looked so much like cocks, and that realisation made the rat's cheeks flush crimson and forced a strained groan of bashful desire from his lips. They looked so much like real, living cocks because that was precisely what they were. Sixteen huge, elongated, prehensile cocks with what seemed to be a mind of their very own, but all still attached to Jaythen's body and from the look on his face, the wide, glazed glassiness in his eyes, still sharing every drop of pleasure they experienced with the body to which they were attached.

"D-don't worry, Jay. Whatever happened, whatever did this... w-we can fix it. I can fix it. Just let me think. Uh... oh god, what's the charm. _M-may the magic unleashed be quelled, may the power unbidden be m- mmnnnmphh _!"

The rat began to chant, to incant in an attempt to cut off the source of whatever spell had summoned forth these tentacles. Before he could finish though, one of the nine tentacles still weaving and rubbing themselves across and around his body stuffed their length into his open mouth and down the back of his throat before he could stop them. Of course if it was simply a matter of that tentacle trying to keep him quiet and keep him from finishing the incantation that would have been one thing, but Quincey's eyes bulged as he felt something incredible, something impossible happening as that cock stuffed itself down the back of his throat. He felt the magic which he had been conjuring forth from within himself, which he had summoned into being via the power of his voice, being drawn out of his throat even though the incantation had not been completed. Rather than emanating forth and suppressing the magic of the tentacles though, he felt the magic feeding into the cock stuffing his muzzle full. He felt the innate magical reserves inside himself being drawn forth, drained from him by this seeming well that he had opened up from which the tentacles seemed able to feast, and as he felt that first tentacle within his throat beginning to pulse, to throb, and to drool pre-cum more and more liberally down his gullet without a single additional thrust seeming to be required, he felt the other tentacles around him growing ever more active too.

Neither Quincey nor Jaythen were able to say another word to one another after that, only to stare, to peer at the male lying beside them and whimper, moan, gurgle in ecstasy through the cocks stuffed into their muzzles. The mouse squealed as best he could as his clothes were not so much teased away from his body as they were torn with ease by the tentacles, and his cheeks flushed as one of the snow leopard's myriad tentacle cocks began to caress his sheath until it began to thicken due in part to the simple friction of the act and in part due to Quincey thinking about what was obviously about to happen to him. He should have been scared, he should have been embarrassed, but as he glanced over to Jaythen and saw the snow leopard's eyes roll in their sockets as one of his sixteen erections quivered, spasmed and began to paint the rat's torso around which it was wrapped with hot streaks of cum, all the rat could truly feel was a desire to experience that same feeling for himself.

Before he even realised it, Quincey found himself suckling upon the cock in his muzzle as it continued to feed upon his magic. He made no effort to fight or to free himself as the tentacles binding his legs released their grip in order to spread his limbs apart, and squeaked, thrashed in ecstasy as finally a thick tentacle drooled pre-cum over the pucker of his ass before using that slick, fresh lubrication to probe its way into the rat's body. His toes curled, his eyes bulged, he heard himself moaning louder and louder alongside the snow leopard helplessly bound and mindlessly pleasure-stricken beside him. But as he was fucked feverishly by the tentacles in his muzzle and ass, that was only the beginning for Quincey. His own cock was throbbing, aching, so close to cumming of its own accord when the tentacle buried in his ass first let loose a hot, abundant load of its own cum. That was when Quincey first felt it. Magic, not Jaythen's but his very own magic being poured back into him. Drained by one of the tentacle cocks, and now fed back into his body through the cum of one of the others. It was incredible. It was overwhelming. It was...

His eyes bulged, his back arched, and through the cock stuffing his maw continually and draining away what little magical energy that hadn't yet been used up, Quincey wailed as he felt his own cock finally begin to twitch, to pulse, and to rain down hot ribbons of cum over his thighs, his belly, and indeed even a little over the quivering, whimpering snow leopard lying beside him. The pleasure didn't stop, it didn't end where a normal climax should have, and continued on far beyond even the most potent magically enhanced orgasms which Quincey had ever dared to give himself. It drove him mad. It stripped away every inhibition, every scrap of the rat's sanity until finally squealing, wailing, grunting and mindlessly humping at the open air around him in the hopes of just ever so briefly grazing against one of the other cocks wriggling and rubbing against him, Quincey felt one last almighty surge of pleasure before collapsing limp to the bed, and losing consciousness.

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"Quincey?"

When the rat awoke, he did so to the sound of a soft whimper from his best friend. He blinked, moaned softly, and opened his eyes to see Jaythen's flushed, panting and cum-stained face lying directly in front of him. He opened his muzzle to ask Jaythen if he was okay, if the spell had ended, but instead of that question escaping him it was a cry of pleasure that blurted forth from his lips. A cry of pure ecstasy followed by another, and another as the rat's body awoke just moments after his mind, and began once more to process the pleasure that was still coursing through him even now.

Quincey looked down between where his and Jaythen's bodies were lying side by side, and squeaked softly in unabashed, helpless lust.

Between their naked bodies, lying facing one another upon the soaking wet sheets of his dear friend's bed, a mass of tentacles entwined and rubbed against one another, quivering, throbbing, coating one another with a near constant fountain of cum from at least a handful of the cock-tipped tentacles at any one time.

There weren't just sixteen cocks now though, nor did they all bare the same shape and colouration as the snow leopard from whom the original sixteen had sprung. Now, there were no fewer than thirty two writhing, wriggling, cumming cocks teasing against one another, and as Quincey realised just like his friend had over a day ago that he was helpless now, that he was every bit as unable to control those tentacles erupting from his groin as he was unable to resist the intense, delicious pleasure they were granting him, all he could do was look back up into Jaythen's wide, frantic eyes, and squeak bashfully.

"D-don't worry... we'll figure out how to fix this. How to free ourselves."

His cheeks reddened as he saw the lust in Jaythen's eyes, and he giggled as he shuffled his head a little closer to the other male's own, bringing their lips into proximity mere inches apart.

"Eventually, I mean. A-after... oohh god, yes.... after it stops f-feeling so... ooh, so fucking good."

Jaythen's own cheeks burned, and the snow leopard growled happily as he too tilted his head forward, gently pecking his closest friend upon the lips as their entwined multitude of cocks continued to frot and tease and masturbate one another gleefully.

"Yeah. Aaahhh, y-yeah... right. Eventually."

By Jeeves

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