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The sun, high in the sky, shone down upon the clear blue waves and white beach. The only person around for miles sunned himself under the warm rays. His caramel brown fur and salt white belly dried after his quick swim in the pleasant waters. He was the famed explorer Sansenite, Shiba Inu of adventure.

After his latest expedition at the Temple of the Sun, where he had recovered the Idol of Golden Rays. Sansenite decided that some personal time was in order after yet another harrowing and pulse pounding adventure for the books. The tropical beaches nearby in the jungle made for just the perfect spot to really let loose and enjoy oneself. The brown shiba inu basked in his bare fur ruffled by the breeze, the only object providing any modesty was a taut speedo.

The explorer was surprised why there had not been any resort company hadn't claimed this spot for development. Sansenite had heard about the rumors of some strange monsters in the wilderness and stories of people who had come to this island beforehand that were never seen again. But he didn't pay them any mind as once you visited one ill-fated location, you've seen them all.

He stretched his slim yet firm body shaped by a lifetime of exploration. Then his ears flicks towards the trees and undergrowth. There was a sound in the leaves, much different than what could be caused by the wind.

The Shiba Inu leapt up to investigate. He had not a care as he headed into the foliage. He'd faced dangers much greater than what could be found here. The undergrowth of grass and leaves crunched underneath his feet. Vines and ferns parted ways between his hands and across his fur. The plant life caressing the rough cut folds of his muscles.

He strained his ears to trace the sound of whatever had caught his attention on the beach. There was silence, not a single cry of birdsong or the rustle of beast reached him. There was only the rushing of the ocean tides. "Huh, I must had imagined it." He turned back to bask in the sun more.

Then he promptly tumbled over with his next step.

"Woah!" Sansenite tried to catch the edge of whatever hole he had tripped into. His hand darted out with the agility practiced by dodging numerous traps. However his attempt to save himself failed. It wasn't because he couldn't grab onto the ground. It was because what he grabbed onto was soft moist and yielding. It slipped out of his grasp which expected something much firmer.

The shiba inu went to roll himself safely on whatever ground he fell on. It became concerning when he landed on something that he bounced off of. The yielding ground caused his roll to safety to become uneven. He opened his eyes to notice the the lurid pink glow that radiated into his surroundings. The walls were pulsating in an organic rhythm.

"What is this?" Sansenite asked, righting himself on his feet.

The walls of flesh shifted. Tubes burst out of creases. The shiba inu took a step back and found himself backed against a wall of flesh. He made to turn around and try to climb back out of whatever trap he had found himself in.

The shiba inu attempted to seize any handhold to make his ascent easier. He met resistance from his elbow and shoulder, they had touched the pink mass and had been sinking into its folds. Even though he tugged with all his strength, the wall applied suction to his limbs drawing him further in. In addition the hand he placed onto the wall began to be drawn into a cavity where it was held fast by great suction.

Then he was pushed forward into the wall, more appendages of whatever beast he fell into latched out onto the shiba inu's joint and limbs. Sansenite's muscles strained and tightened pushing up an inch or so from the wall. Sansenite quickly found his body slammed back further and felt his hips grind against the damp and tingling flesh of this hole he was now trapped in. "Let me go, darn it!" He said before having his mouth muffled by short but tapered threads. Those structures pried open his mouth and jaw and then the shiba inu was flooded with a salty sweet taste upon his tongue and gums. The sheer intensity drowned out his urge to struggle and sent his head spinning. His vision began to explode with spinning fireworks.

Sansenite felt thicker and denser tentacles curl around his buttocks. He squirmed as they jiggled those globes of his toned rump and soon he found his rump crease slick and itchy. he tried to twist his face to either clear his head or his mouth. However more appendages of whatever he was stuck in creeped up towards his head. His ears tingled as they curled in and around the sensitive space inside. The shiba Inu's head was held still as those tentacles buzzed and drove the explorer dizzy. He could feel the fleshy material around his face melt and shift. It changed its shape and Sansenite could feel contours of his muzzle fall more solidly into the space it left behind.

While the rest of his body had some slight give for him to struggle and flail about. The canine soon found himself drawn closer and tighter against the meat wall that was swiftly becoming his prison. More tentacles gathered against the back of Sansenite's head. The dog felt a firmer push against the back of his head. It drove his face further into the blob that surrounded him spreading the flesh and he could feel a slight pull at the edges of his eyes. He could blink with difficulty but squinting his eyes shut was no longer an option. The shiba inu soon discovered why. The color and texture of the space in front his eyes began to swirl and shift. The pink tissues took on patterns and alternating levels of glow and color.

Sansenite felt his body slacken and start to grind against the wall. His speedo felt too tight as his length strained against the fabric and the undulating tendrils licking and teasing against the cloth. His fur became matted from the humid air. He began to shiver as dampness clung to his limbs. He felt a hunger within him, an emptiness that needed to be filled and the shiba felt himself spreading his body as far as it could og.

His member throbbed and he felt it, shaft and underwear being pulled into a space where a multitude of more tentacles rubbed and curled and quivered against his length. His rump twitched against the wide emptiness he felt below. He needed it to be filled with thick girth. Sansenite felt his thighs ache and clench. Knees began to buckle from a throbbing need.

Sansenite felt his muzzle suckle upon the tentacles within in mouth. A hunger burned in his top and behind. The shiba's hips bucked as his shaft twitched against its prison. More tentacles swirled around his loins and the shiba bucked his hips ceaselessly. His paws squirmed against the tendrils curling around his toes. His back arched and his member dove deeper into the maw of this creature that had seized Sansenite in body and mind. Both were rewarded as the shiba's speedo become sticky with white canine cream.

Then the activity of the pocket seizing the shiba's length grew in intensity. His toes spread, his breathes grew short and his arms and legs trembled in their bindings. The canine felt himself harder than he had ever been before. And the pleasure and the twisted swinging between wanting the strokes and curls to stop to wanting the tentacles to go faster and rougher sent the explorer into a tailspin.

He couldn't think about escape anymore, not when his entire universe was taken up by the pleasure between his legs, front and back. His limbs went slack, all of his weight taken up by a being much stronger than his own. His thoughts became sluggish, matching the speed of the colors swirling before his eyes.

There was only one command etched into his brain, hump, thrust, buck and plow. Different words but all following the same concept. To go deeper into the pleasure that this organism had sentenced him to. There was nothing else in his brain but the colors, the stroking and the sweetness leaking onto his tongue and seeping on both sides of his muzzle. The tentacles and his damp speedo clung to his body, muscles framed by blue and pink against brown.

All that shook the air now were the explorer's ceaseless moans and the squirming of the pink meat prison. Unknown to the explorer, the hole where he fell in closed up. Nothing showed where the explorer vanished except for a small fold of dirt. Sansenite's disappearance would be a mystery for the ages. To this day only the sound of moans and cries would haunted the branches of this jungle, echoes of mindless need.