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Breeding Hole

Written by: Zylen Andel

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"Where's the trail?!" The sharp-eyed eagle screamed into the evening light. The sun was setting and he was running out of time to find his way back to the trail that he had gotten lost from. He was wondering why his friends didn't hear him - surely, they couldn't be that far away from him yet. He had only gone off the trail to take a quick leak and when he turned back to follow his friends the trail was gone. Perhaps in his hurried pace, he had walked farther than he intended to.

"Guys?! Can you hear me?" Malcolm was so focused on peering through the trees trying to spot his friends that he failed to notice the small sinking indention in the ground in front of him. That was until he stepped on the indented ground - and his feet kept moving down. The eagle gasped as he felt the sudden grip of gravity yanking him towards the widening opening. He tried to stretch his hands out to catch himself, but the ground underneath him disappeared faster than he could grab the solid sides of the hole he was falling into. As Malcolm fell into the cavity, he couldn't help by notice the sheer temperature difference. The evening air was cool and brisk, but down here in this dark hole, it was hot and sweltering.

The ground caught him roughly and the eagle let out a grunt. "UGH! Fuck...that hurt." Despite the pain in his body, Malcolm rolled over onto his back and looked back up at the sky through the still open roof - about two feet higher then he could reach if he was standing on his tiptoes. "Well, that sucks."

His head was throbbing, so he tried to remain calm and still until it became more manageable. There was still hope that his friends would find him and save him from this empty hole he fell into. That hope was dashed the second he felt something slither against the back of his hand. Instantly, he was ready to fight, adrenaline making him forget about the pain in his body as he sprang to his feet. He looked around the space he fell into, the only light coming from overhead and making it impossible to see into the darkness beyond. Whatever had touched his hand could be anywhere in those inky shadows.

The best plan would be to stand under the light and hopefully catch someone's attention. Malcolm looked up and put his hands on the sides of his beak in order to direct the sound of his voice toward the large opening. He took a deep breath in order to get a long sound out. But just before he would've yelled he felt something wet and slimy push into his beak. It happened so fast he didn't have time to stop it from gagging him. The moment he did grab the thing he felt the slimy squish of something he couldn't identify.

His eyes went wide with panic as he realized what was in his beak and throat was a plump green tentacle covered in purple slime. The slime slathered against his tongue and mouth, lubricating the tentacle as it slowly pulled out just a bit and pushed back in. It was almost like it was massaging his throat, but Malcolm saw the action for what it was - a gag. Whatever the tentacle was attached to was silencing the eagle's cries for assistance. The idea that there was something down here in the hole with him with intelligence enough to keep him quiet scared Malcolm to his core. What else did this unseen creature have planned for him?

The motives of the mysterious monster made themselves clear as more of the slimy tentacles slithered into the light. Malcolm continued trying to pry the slick moving shaft from his throat and beak, but the slime prevented him from getting any kind of grip. Which was infuriating to him, because the new tentacles seized his wrists in a strong grip and tugged them away from his face and out to the side. He grunted and tried to pull away, but more tentacles wrapped around his boots and tugged them right off. The slippery tentacles slipped inside the eagle's socks sliding against his feet and ankles until the socks couldn't take the pressure and tore off into pieces. The tips of the exploring tentacles slid between each toe and Malcolm had to resist the urge to laugh in order to avoid giving the tentacle in his throat a chance to slip into his lungs.

More of the oiled-up shafts moved from the dark towards his helpless body. They moved up from his feet and into the legs of his pants, straining the denim fabric as they pushed more of themselves into the pant legs. Malcolm didn't know what to do, but when the tentacles slipped into his underwear as well - he panicked. He tried to pull free and get away, but the tentacles were surprisingly strong. A strength that was evidenced to the eagle after one firm tug tore the clothes off of his lower body.

"NNNFGH!!"

The warm air greeted his now exposed lower body, making him struggle harder as he tried to cover up his junk. His hands were still bound in slimy tentacles that held them outstretched. The tentacles that had torn his jeans and underwear off him now moved up to his waist and slid wetly over his belly and chest. Malcolm thought they were going to be as quick as they were with his pants - but they weren't. He could feel the two tentacles moving up through his feathers and chest tuft, but they parted there moving in opposite directions and leaving their slime all over his front. Malcolm should be grossed out by all of this, but there was something strange about the slime on his tongue and in his throat - it was starting to taste good.

"What are you thinking?!" Malcolm scolded himself for even thinking such a thought, but his body wasn't listening to his mind. He soon realized that he was sucking on that tentacle slowly thrusting into his throat. He suddenly jumped in surprise when he felt the oily tips of the tentacle filling his shirt start caressing his nipples. The slime felt different now as if it carried small shocks of lightning that woke up his arousal. The eagle struggled against the biological bindings, but they refused to give him an inch as the tentacle tips teased his sensitive nubs under his shirt.

"GRR-RRRPH!!"

The tentacles ignored the prey's protests and continued their work. Not being able to see exactly what the things were doing was the worst part for Malcolm. His heart beat faster as the sounds of wet slurping increased in volume, until he was actually afraid of what was happening. There was so much pleasure from the wet teasing that they had to be doing something to him but the lewd shafts were moving so quickly that Malcolm wasn't sure he could trust his sense of touch. More tentacles emerge now, making four that are active and moving with two holding his wrists and one still massaging his throat. The new tentacles did what Malcolm had assumed the others would have done and torn his shirt off.

The eagle's eyes shot wide open as he saw the tentacles that he thought were just whipping around his nipples had actually split open and had tiny mouths that were sucking on his nipples. He tried to pull away, but he was held fast, with new tentacles that secured his ankles, rendering him completely helpless now. His heart kept beating faster, adrenaline not helping him at all as he couldn't fight or fly away. All the adrenaline did was make him feel even hotter and flood his body with testosterone. He fruitlessly fought the tentacles and even the nipple suckers started working harder, his sensitive nipples hurting from the force of the sucking.

Malcolm was lost now; the chemicals in his body, the sensations the tentacles were subjecting his body too, and the despair over not being able to call for help. Tentacles had started filling the room now, and Malcolm felt a tingle of panic as if he could almost see something watching him from the darkness. The eagle gasped and looked back over his shoulder as a thick wet tentacle prodded his back door.

"NOMMPH!!"

Despite his protest, however, the tentacle pushed aggressively into his tight ass. It rammed far into his body, making him arch his back hard from the firm penetration. The thick tentacle filled his bowels completely in one second and pulled back roughly as if it was trying to pull start some kind of machine. The eagle offered a muffled growl around the tentacle, still fighting to get free. He felt, even more, tentacles on him now; one wrapped around his balls with more mouth-like tendrils sucking hard on each orb. A larger mouth-like tentacle wrapped around his unexpectedly hard member. All the previous stimulation had gotten him aroused despite his not wanting any of this to be happening.

The sensations rolled over him and crushed him between the realms of pleasure and pain. His mind was broken in this intense moment of conquest as the tentacles had their way with his helpless body. The eagle moaned and sucked on the tentacle that was now fucking his face, the slick slime running onto his beak. The smell of it, coupled, with the taste left his stomach growling for more. His was body lifted into the air by the ravenous tentacles, but the part of Malcolm that wanted freedom from these bonds was melting away. Each firm thrust into him made his athletic body tremble with the masculine need to feel more of the pleasure being forced into him.

The tentacle fucking his throat slowed down from a rough face fuck to a firmer thrust, which Malcolm was thankful for. But his relief was short lived as he felt the tip of that tentacle open up inside his throat, a thick fluid being pumped directly into his stomach. Malcolm tried to pull his head away, but the tentacle continued its pumping. A few moments was all it took for the mystery fluid to begin affecting the prey. Malcolm felt his body relax and stop resisting, but on top of that, his arousal became supercharged. He moaned and clenched and ground against all the tentacles inside his body, unable to resist the pleasure any longer. The mouth tentacles around his balls, cock, and nipples sucked even harder, making the eagle shout with shameless lust.

Malcolm was feeling only pleasure at this point, even from the thick tentacle still savagely fucking his ass. Each second brought him closer to his climax, a climax he was no longer fighting to contain. The tentacle slowly pulled up and out of his throat, filling the cavern with the eagle's desperate moans. The moans were only matched by the wet slapping of the slimy tentacle ravaging the feathered body. The tentacle pounding his butt pushed all the way in and held its position as another thick tentacle pressed the tip against his already stretched hole. The slime making the entrance slick enough for the eager tentacle to join the one already inside. Malcolm screamed in a new flash of pain from his overstretched hole, but the as the relentless pounding picked back up he went back to moaning. With two thick tentacles pounding his prostate, along with the other tentacles stimulating his body, Malcolm whimpered into his climax.

He looked down at the mouth tentacle still around his cock, not knowing what to expect. He felt his cum shooting down his shaft and into the still sucking tentacle. The sensation was indescribable, and it persisted for far longer than it should have. But after a solid minute of ejaculating into the tentacle. It too pulled off his body. Malcolm saw his own cock again, throbbing and still hard with his arousal stoked to a fevered pitch. His balls swelled over the next few moments, leaving Malcolm still moaning from the firm butt fucking. The dual tentacles still filling his body had started a wrestling match with his prostate trapped between their slimy grips.

Another tentacle reveals a mouth and resumed sucking on his hot shaft, making him gasp - then gag as his beak was once again filled with a slimy tentacle. His balls were dripping with the slime as the mouth tentacles sucked on his nuts, creating enough pressure to keep the bird in a constant state of arousal. These tentacles knew what they were doing... had they done this before? They had to have done this before. That thought brought no comfort as Malcolm then realized that the hole he had fallen into wasn't an accident - it was a trap. Anyone could have fallen victim to these ravenous tentacles and it was random luck that it was him. It could've been one his friends down here, fighting against these molesting tentacles.

A new sound commanded the bird's attention. A soft squelching sound that reminded him of squeezing a toothpaste tube or a ketchup bottle. The new tentacle that had forced its way into his beak was illuminated enough by the overhead light for him to see something moving inside the fleshy tube. A round object about the size of a small orange was being squeezed up the tube by the same biological mechanisms used to fuck his face. Panic seized him and he screamed in fearful anger at what his mind knew was something he didn't want inside of him - an egg.

Malcolm struggled far more than he had before, biting his beak down to try to close his end of that fleshy tube. But the seemingly soft flesh was stronger than he thought and merely inflated itself further to open his beak again. He was going to swallow the advancing egg and there was nothing he could do to stop it. His body was sweating from the heat of the room and his increased activity, but the tentacles didn't seem to mind. In fact, they seemed to enjoy it, rubbing even more against his body, the slime mixing with his sweat and creating a sort of creamy white foam all over his body. The only areas not covered in foam were his face, crotch, and butt as he still felt the warm air against his cheeks.

His arms were moved into a more comfortable position in front of his chest and held against his chest in foam. Malcolm wondered what was happening even as the egg slipped into his beak and past the ring of his throat, sliding into his belly. The white foam began to darken into a soft brown color and harden over his body. There was no fighting anymore, Malcolm knew that. This resin would hold him firmly and as he saw another bulge coming down the tube to force feed him another egg... it hit him. He was being turned into an incubator. He shed a frustrated tear and stopped fighting entirely - there was no escape.

Then he felt a large pressure at his back door, he looked over his shoulder and saw a larger egg being pushed into his backside. The eagle groaned, expecting to feel pain as he was stretched even wider around the dual tentacle resting inside his butt. However, there was no new pain as the egg slid into his warm tunnel. A second egg was pushed through the other tentacle inside his bowels, making him feel full already. He lost track of time as the setting sunlight overhead became rising moonlight. He felt full to bursting now, having swallowed so many eggs he lost count. Was this going to be his whole life now? Stuck in this hole to be used time and time again by this ravenous creature that would force him to bear its eggs?

"Malcolm?! Where are you, dude?"

The eagle's eyes snapped open as he heard the voice of one his friends calling to him. For a moment he forgot what was happening to him and he tried to yell out at his friend, choking a bit on the tentacle in his throat. He looked up to the hole and saw beams of light passing overhead - flashlights! Yes! They'll find him and they'll rescue him.

"We're gonna kick your ass if you jump scare us!" The second voice from the second friend filled Malcolm with even more hope of getting out here.

"I'm down here, dudes!"

Dread crushed the eagle's heart in an icy grip as he heard his own voice calling to his friends. He looked into the darkness again, seeing the amorphous shadows from before. Whatever this creature was... it needed more incubators. His friends would share his fate! The hope that he had felt crumbled into despair as he heard his friend getting closer to the hole that he was trapped in. The flashlights peered into the hole and saw the tentacles that had a hold of their friend.

"What the- GAH!" Cephus groaned unexpectedly as he was grabbed by his neck and yanked down into the hole. The buff muscular lion was unprepared for the surprise attack, the strong tentacles tearing his clothes off and filling his holes much the same way they had done to Malcolm. The black-furred lion tried to bite the tentacle that had invaded his mouth, but it just kept fucking his face. His hands were pulled behind him and he was bent forward, a thick tentacle fucking his ass while two more tentacles spanked his butt cheeks and thighs. A much larger mouth shaped tentacle swallowed the lion's cock and balls and set itself to suck him dry of his fertile cum.

The other friend, an athletic dragon, tried to run away to get help but was tripped by the tentacles grabbing his ankles. He was pulled into the hole just the same, once again filling the room with muffled screams of angry protest. Derek found himself being violated by the slimy tentacles as well, hanging suspended in the air while he was spit roasted by two thick shafts. His nipples and cock tip were being sucked on while his balls were being slapped around by two thin tendrils. His scaled body was aroused by the mix of pleasure and pain, only making his capture even more humiliating for him. Still, the two friends fought their slimy bindings, not just for their freedom, but they were still set on escaping and rescuing Malcolm.

However, Malcolm already knew there was no use fighting this hungry monster - it would get what it wanted from them no matter how hard they fought. He would have to watch everything that had happened to him happen to his friends now. That was until more tentacles shot up to the ceiling and closed the hanging flaps of grass and ground. With the light gone, the three unlucky men could only hear the wet slaps and squelch as the new bodies were prepared for their new fate of warming this batch of eggs and even more afterward.

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