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Delving Too Deep

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By Draconicon

On a break from his lessons with Drakina and with his master Draconicon out of the skyscraper, Gann decided that he needed to be helpful. Well, 'needed' might have been too strong a word. He wanted to be, and thus that meant that he should be, and from there, need wasn't too strong a leap, even if it was no longer accurate.

The speckled dragon made his way down from the harem quarters to the monster-vator, pausing only to look up at the long-necked creature that pulled the metal boxes up and down the chutes and smile at it. He hopped up on tiptoes, patting it on the beak, and it rumbled happily in return.

"Heee, good monster."

"Mmmmm."

"Going down, please."

The long-bodied, purple-fleshed thing dropped a ball down into the metal box. Gann picked it up, looking at it for a moment, then glanced back up at the monster. Its eyes followed the ball every time that he tossed it from hand to hand.

"We're going to the basement."

"Mmm-hmm."

"You want to chase this all the way down to the basement?"

"Mmmmmmmm-hmmmmmmm."

"..."

Gann thought about how that would feel, how it would go if he just dropped hundreds of feet as the monster went after the ball, and he shivered. It was one thing to take a leap of faith and hope for the best when he fell with his magic. It was another thing to hop in a metal box being held by a monster and hope that it would stop in time on the trip down.

"On second thought..."

He tossed the ball back up, stepping out of the monster-vator. The poor thing groaned, whimpering for him to come back, and Gann shook his head in apology. There was no way that he was going to take that fast a fall down into the basement. Taking one of the standard elevators, he pressed the button for the floor three levels below the lobby - one that only activated with the fingerprint of one of the harem members in the building - and waited patiently.

There was no sensation of falling, thankfully. The wingless, speckled dragon was allowed to descend with none of the turbulence that might have followed in a more dangerous elevator, and he sighed as the elevator dinged as they reached the bottom of the building.

"You have arrived. Please exit the elevator."

"Thank you, recorded voice."

"You're welcome."

"Heeee, thank you for putting that together, Ellyra..."

The dragon stepped out of the elevator, shaking his head as soon as he did. The bottom of the skyscraper was, to put it mildly, unfinished. There were none of the panels and nice hallways and comfortable lighting that filled the rest of the building, but rather a bunch of rocks, half-finished tunnels, and worse. It was a level in the middle of expansion, something that his dragon master had been working on for a while, off and on, between other pursuits.

At this rate, it's never going to get done, Gann thought, walking to the edge of one of the rock cliffs that overlooked the sudden drop of fifty feet or more to rocky ground further below, where other tunnels led up from the depths. He's going to be busy with this for the rest of his life, and never have time for us.

Considering that he had been waiting for his master to have time for a while, the green dragon with pink-purple speckles felt that he had been patient enough. He'd already wanted to help down here, and now he had a better reason to do it.

He cracked his fingers, and the wingless dragon reached outwards, spreading his awareness through the rocks and through the earth itself as he opened himself to the powers of the world.

Geomancy. Many people thought that it was just the magic of rocks and moving the earth, but it was far more than that. Also, badly named, if one was completely honest. It touched on the fields of ley lines and the energies that moved through the world, and that was something that was hard for people to grasp when they only heard the name. Gann had spent quite a few hours trying to educate some of the rest of the harem on the matter, but considering they still mentioned that he should go and build them fancy houses out of rocks, he was pretty sure that they still didn't get it.

The dragon closed his eyes, feeling the energy lines that ran through the ground. There were no less than six lines that went right through the base of the tower, six lines of natural magic that shined brightly in his mind's eye. Gann smiled slightly as he felt the light bathing him in a relaxing glow, feeling the power pulsing off of them, almost like a bath of magic that beamed upwards from the earth itself.

As he sat there on the edge of the rock cliff, he could feel it sending a tingle through his toes, his legs, and his rump, making him shift and giggle a little bit in place. The feeling was surprisingly nice, and he allowed himself to just sit there and enjoy it for a little while, sliding back and forth on the rock face.

Of course, he eventually had to do something with it. The naked dragon reached out to the lines of power, gently poking them with his own magic. It was something akin to a kid poking an adult for attention, and holding up a couple of ropes for a pony ride. The ley lines had a little less choice in being available for it than the adult did, but he still knew that he had to go through the whole thing of 'asking permission' first.

The ley lines were happy enough to give it, of course, and his mental touch sunk into two of the grand lines of power. The feeling of their magic surged up through him, and Gann sat up straight with a hiss of pleasure.

"Mmmph..."

The speckled dragon smiled to himself, almost giggling as he pulled on the little strings of energy, the lines parting slightly to allow little tendrils of their power to obey him. He set them to work, spinning them together into drill forms, and pressing them to the rock walls.

Almost immediately, the cracking, grinding, shattering sounds of rock being worked by the magic filled the air, and the echoing sound drowned out almost everything else. Gann slapped his hands to the sides of his head to drown out the worst of it, but it was still much louder than he expected.

The more that the magic curved through the rock, though, the more that he started to feel something else. Something that was buried in the stone, something that had pulled some of the ley lines here. Gann cocked his head to the side as he felt something different, something stirring beneath the power of the ley lines.

What the...

CRACK!

It wasn't just the rock cracking that time, but something else, something further down beneath this half-cut floor, and the crack ran all the way up to the place where he was sitting. The dragon yelped, jumping to his feet as the stone shattered beneath his balls, almost drawing them into the crack itself.

"What the..."

" Free..."

"What - oh, no."

" Free again..."

"Uh. Uh. Not good."

Gann backed up three steps, just in time to avoid getting his ankles snared by purple-black tentacles that were rising from the gap in the ground. The dragon twisted backwards, spinning his hips and slapping one of the other tentacles rising out with his tail. It bounced back, but left a slime along the long limb that he didn't like.

"Uh-uh. You get back in your hole."

" What is this..."

"It's a can of 'bad boy' and I'm not afraid to use it!"

" Male..."

"Debatably, yes."

" Food..."

Gann shook his head. Whatever this was, it was not being very friendly, even if the tentacles were rather kinky. He pulled at the ley lines again, borrowing more of their power, more of their strings of energy. The next time the tentacles came to him, they struck a net of fire, burning with a bright green energy. He held up his hands behind the barrier, expecting the tentacles to pull back.

Instead, the green fire in the net-barrier started to turn orange, then red, almost like it was being corrupted.

"Uh, uh...you're not allowed to do that."

" Food...magic and food..."

The tentacles were still rising from the crack, and there were more of them than Gann had expected. At least twenty so far, and there were more still arriving. Whatever they were coming from, they were obviously hungry, and they lashed against his shield with more force than he had ever expected. For something that had been buried for who knew how long, it wasn't suffering from any of the weaknesses of being a starving beast.

Or if it was, he didn't want to think about how strong it had been before.

Gann's fears were magnified as the darkening barrier started to fold backwards, the edge of the net starting to reach for him rather than curving out to block the blows. As the ends of the barrier started wiggling like tentacles in their own right, he knew that he was out of his league.

"Not good, not good, not - oh boy!"

He jumped as one tendril suddenly whipped towards him, barely dodging getting his ankle grabbed. Cutting the spell off before it could get worse, he lunged for the elevator and slammed his finger down on the close-door button harder than he had ever done before.

Thankfully, Veronica must have installed a pressure-sensitive response in the door because it slammed shut with all the force that he had been hoping to see. A tendril of the beast was cut off at the same time, leaving a wriggling, messy thing on the floor of the elevator. And despite that, it still wiggled toward him.

Carefully pinning it with his tail, he told the elevator to go up, up, up, all the way back to the common houses of the harem. He needed to talk to someone about this. Now.

#

"Ah, Gann, so lovely to see my favorite sissy dragon," Ailsa said, the stingray reclining back on a long lounge chair. She smiled as he walked in, but Gann couldn't quite summon a grin to meet his friend. "Something wrong, cutie?"

"You could say that."

The stingray paused in her smoking, putting down her long pipe on a side table. Her elaborate room was nothing less than hedonistic extremes, with draping silk curtains, long pits in the floor for chairs and fuck-dens, and her walls were marked with slow-swaying, domesticated tendrils. The nice kind, not the naughty ones that he had just unleashed downstairs.

The stingray herself was quite the picture of teasing sensuality herself. She had long white hair that often looked like it had been recently tousled from a round in bed, wild but not bedraggled. Her skin, ranging from a deep purple to a light lavender, was always wet, oiled or sweaty from fun, making her shimmer. And...well, the fact that she dressed in 'robes' that ran barely under her ass cheeks didn't hurt when it came to showing her body off.

That, however, was not why he was here. As the stingray sat up and leaned forward, showing off breasts and cocks and pussy at different times, she went from relaxed to serious, fixing him with a stare.

"What happened?"

"It was, um, something downstairs."

"...In the part master was carving out?"

"Oh, you knew."

"I felt it; master asked me if I was feeling something the last time that he started digging it out."

"Oh."

"...What did you do?" Ailsa asked.

"I was helping."

"Oh boy. I'm going to need some vodka after this, aren't I?"

"Well, um, maybe? Maybe not? We could still handle this."

"We? What is this we?"

"I need your help."

"Oh. You need my help."

The stingray's eyes glowed red for a moment, and Gann rolled his eyes. Oh, boy, he thought to himself.

"You know my help comes with a price."

"Yes, yes, I know. I'll handle that. Just...look."

He lifted his tail, the tip already stained purple and black from the long-term contact with the severed chunk. He held it out to her, and Ailsa cocked her head to the side as she took it. She turned it this way and that, shaking her head.

"Well, definitely an elder demon."

"Is that bad?"

"Not so bad. He's starving."

"Um...do they feed on, um..."

"Oh, they're hentai monsters. Big time hentai monsters."

"Ah. So, when he called me food..."

The stingray nodded, her long, slender, somewhat fluffy tail prodding him in the groin just below his shaft and just above his balls. The little sensitive spot twitched, and he groaned under his breath.

"Is that all they eat?"

"Well, they'll eat other magic, but they prefer cum. Why?"

"Um...oops."

Ailsa slowly lifted her head, the horns on either side of her face making her look a little more demonic than usual.

"Oops?"

"I, um...kinda tried to stop it with a ley line barrier."

"You left ley line magic for it? Well, better start practicing saying 'Hello daddy'."

"Look. I just want to fix this before master gets back."

"Oh, you're going to be fixing things, alright. And I'm coming with you."

"And the cost?"

"No cost," the stingray said, shaking her head. "You need my help this time."

"..." Gann smiled. "And you want to say that, too."

"Course I do. Just sounds wrong with Drac."

"And he'll beat your butt black and blue if you called him that."

"I still don't know how he kept that from being kinky..."

They took the elevator back down, and the entire time, Gann fidgeted. He shifted from foot to foot, he tapped his fingers together, he squirmed in place, and he twitched his tail all over the place. He couldn't help but be a bit nervous. After all, tentacle demons were usually fun, but this one seemed to be stronger than the average butt-invader.

Ailsa was calm enough, but he knew that was at least partially down to the fact that she was looking forward to being butt-fucked. For that matter, he wasn't feeling bad about that part, but he was a little worried about what would happen if they didn't get this thing contained again. Demons were problematic, and even the tamer ones - like the stingray beside him - were troublesome at the best of times. Having a big, older demon that had just fed on a significant amount of ley line magic was not something that he liked the sound of.

"Hey, hey." Ailsa patted his back. "It's going to be okay."

"Yeah, I know. I know."

"I'll take care of it."

"Yeah, but what if it takes care of you?"

"Oh, then you just bring the house down."

"...You mean the rest of the harem, right?" he asked.

"Nah, just bring the roof down. I can take it."

"You're so..."

"Squishy?"

"Yeah." He squeezed her breast. "And not just here."

"Eh, I can take it. Don't worry about it."

"Yeah. No. I'm not squishing a friend."

"Eh, Drac can put me back together."

"Maybe."

"Heh, you think he can't?"

"I think he might wait to teach you a lesson."

"That's...a good point. Okay, yeah, wait on the squishing."

Ding.

"We're here."

The doors opened, and as soon as they did, a series of tentacles came rushing in to meet them. He yelped, throwing up his hands as he reached for the magic, but Ailsa was faster. An inferno of purple fire burst into being, filling the doorway. The sheer heat of it did more than set the dragon sweating, too. He felt his cock start throbbing up, and he blushed.

She was using her succubus magic, he realized, and while it was definitely working to keep the tentacles on the other side, it was getting him all sorts of turned on, too. His cheeks burned in unofficial embarrassment, and his cock throbbed upwards, his tail doing the same as he felt his hole clenching under it.

Great. Well, at least if it gets us, we're already horny enough to take it.

Ailsa stepped through the gap in the elevator doors, swaying her hips from side to side. He watched as her ass cheeks ground against each other, as her hands stroked from hip to hip as if keeping time as she made her way forward.

"Mmm, well, hello, daddy," the stingray said, her voice dropping into that sultry octave that he heard her use when she was doing her 'dealmaking' with visitors to the skyscraper. "What brings you here?"

" You...male?"

"Hardly. I'm just rocking a pair of dicks today."

" Close...enough..."

"Close enough? Look at these boobs. Look at this ass. I'm a woman today."

" Have...cum..."

"...Well, fine. Picky, picky, picky."

Ailsa straddled the crack, and for a moment, he expected her to just stomp on some of the tentacles. And it actually looked like she was going to do it. She had her foot in the air and everything.

But then, the crack spread. Loudly.

CRAAAACK!

From a six-inch gap, it spread to be nearly two feet apart, and dozens more tendrils and tentacles rose from the depths. They grabbed Ailsa by the legs and lifted her in the air, spinning her around. She yelped in shock, but he could see the grin on her face.

"Oh, you want to go rough, huh? Well, show me what - mmmph!"

Silenced almost instantly by the tentacle down her throat, Ailsa was spun around so that her face was pointed down and her ass was in the air, the tentacles parting her cheeks and jamming two wrist-thick slippery things into her. She didn't scream, or if she did, it wasn't in pain. Her cocks grew out, throbbing into bright red rods against her belly, the tapered tips and ridged, knotted bases getting bigger and more aroused by the second.

"You know, you're supposed to be helping me deal with him," Gann said. She pulled her head back, spitting a few times to talk.

"Oh, I am. I'm dealing with half of his tentacles."

"...Half?"

"I'm helping, not doing it for you."

And just like that, the other tentacles surged for him.

Gann yelped as he jumped over one, the long days at Drakina's island and dealing with an insatiable mistress good for something. He spun and dodged and jumped and danced around the other tentacles, feeling them sliding along his chest and over his arms. They were constantly grabbing for him, trying to pin him down, and he kept dodging them by the skin of his teeth, barely keeping ahead of them.

Yet, they were still turning him on. The slime that they exuded, combined with the purple flames that still danced in front of the elevator door, were arousing him more than he wanted. They were focusing him on the pleasure, the what-ifs that would arise if he got caught. The idea of being coiled up in them, pinned in place while the demon whispered sweet nothings in his earholes was hot enough, but if the demon took it further -

"Ah!"

One of them finally caught him by the ankle, lifting him up and spinning him around. Gann reached out for the ley lines again out of habit, but this time, the demon caught the power before he could focus them. He felt the tentacles around him bulging, fattening, becoming stronger, and he cut off his connection with them.

Okay, so he couldn't use that magic without feeding the demon. Then what the heck was he supposed to do?

As the tentacle swung him around, bringing him back down, he was caught by four more, each one grabbing him by a limb. The one on his ankle slithered up, running along the arch of his foot and towards his knee, then up along his thigh. It felt like a naughty tongue getting ever closer to something more intimate, and it left black ooze along his scales as it went.

"Ailsa? Ailsaaaaa?"

There was nothing but moans from further in the tentacle concentration. She was obviously having too good a time to want to stop, which meant that it was down to him to figure out a solution.

Would have helped to have a plan here.

"Um, would you care to negotiate?"

" There is no negotiation. Only feeding."

The demon even sounded stronger. All that magic must have done something particularly good for it if it was already sounding like that. Gann rolled his eyes.

"Um, your tentacles - ah! Your tentacles are all occupied. There's nothing that you can do. We're at a stalemate."

" Can feed on you. All I need."

They were definitely getting closer and closer to his naughty bits, that was for sure. The speckled dragon blushed as he felt them rubbing his ass cheeks, the black stuff almost seeming to make it grow a little bit.

"Hey! I have a fine figure. Don't start messing with it."

" I will do as I please."

Two tentacles put firm pressure on his ass cheeks, parting them for a third that started running between them, grinding up against his asshole time and again. Gann hissed under his breath as he felt that stiffness pressing against him, his cheeks burning hot as he realized that the aphrodisiacs of the demon were starting to filter through his scales, sinking into him and making him more and more needy.

Great...just great...

He hissed under his breath again as he felt the tip rubbing like a tongue against his pucker, almost rimming him as his cock grew stiff and hard. The other tentacles didn't just hold his arms and legs, but coiled around them, slithering further and further up from his wrists and ankles. It was a slime bath, but a good one, and the tight 'hugs' of the tentacles around his limbs was...well, it was kinda hot.

As his cock grew harder, as his hole grew looser, he saw another tendril coming down. It opened at the tip, running along his shaft, pressing down like a partner's ass rubbing up and down his cock. Gann groaned, rolling his head to the side.

"This isn't fair! Come on. I'm supposed to make demons huffy..."

" What is this...huffy?"

"It means horny, you jerk!"

" Ah...then consider yourself successful. You have made me...horny."

A dripping tentacle rose up over the dragon's face, smearing his snout with the thick, wet slime that seemed to come from the big thing. It rubbed against his lips, the pressure sufficient for the narrow tip to get through, and then the rest followed. It thrust back, hard, taking up all the space in his muzzle and right down to his throat without even trying.

"MMMPH!"

Gann groaned, tasting something slick and almost too salty for a moment, but then the flavor started changing. It tasted more dragon-ish, more like -

Oh, that's just cheatinnnnng!

The demon was mimicking the taste of his master and his mistress, combining the best of Drakina's tastes with the most enjoyable flavors of his master. The tentacle plunged down his throat, saturating his tongue and the inside of his mouth with the taste of their orgasms, their shafts, their musks. They were thick and heavy, and he moaned under his breath.

The tentacle near his cock finally moved to the head, and it was like the most eager cock-sucker - or, well, Fyacin - had managed to get a good grip on his dick. The dragon arched his back, unconsciously thrusting into the tentacle tube.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could just make out Ailsa getting fucked. She had three tentacles up her ass, now, stretching it out like she was sitting on a traffic cone, and she had both dicks pushed together by one tendril while she was forced to fuck two more. Her pussy was jammed full with another two tentacles, and while others were pressed against her nipples, they were definitely not sucking on them. If anything, they seemed to be making her breasts grow.

Great...this is...just great...

He tried to pout, but he couldn't help but moan as the tentacles worked him over, as they forced their way inside of him. Soon, the one down at his ass joined the process of the one in his mouth, the pair of them sliding in and out in tandem. He felt wet, slippery, like a well-fucked slut that was getting his just desserts.

And as it went on, he could see the blackness starting to spread out, running along the base of his cock, along the edge of his muzzle. Corruption, thick and heavy, was spreading through him. Ailsa didn't seem to be so affected, but without the aid of his magic or other little accessories, he was more vulnerable.

Mmmph...mmmph...

Other tendrils rose, tickling his balls, almost, rubbing them and teasing them with millions of little tongues. His toes were teased in the same way, and other tendrils ran around the one in his pucker. They were licking, lapping, rubbing -

"Okay, enough with this bullshit."

A familiar voice cut through the moans and the schlicking sounds, and all of a sudden, the world went black.

#

He woke in a strange, plastic-like cell. He called it plastic, but that was only because he didn't know what it was. It was transparent, clear enough for him to see Ailsa in one just a few feet away, and the two cages were connected by a tube that looked like it would have been perfectly in place for a hamster cage. The dragon rolled off his side, looked behind him -

"GAH!"

The tentacle demon was there, too, contained in its own cage of sorts. It was a similar cell to the ones that he and Ailsa were in, and he couldn't help but wonder how the hell this had happened. Where were they? How did they get here?

The answer came shortly after, with a thump. He turned again, looking behind him, only to see a large, gray-furred paw that utterly dwarfed him standing beside his cell. He looked up slowly, not sure what he expected, but he knew that it wasn't a German Shepherd woman in combat gear and a pink vest.

"Veronica?" he said, standing up and leaning against the side of his cell. "What's going on? What happened?"

"Containment," the Shepherd said, squatting down beside him. "Master felt all the stuff going on, and told me to deal with it."

"But...how..."

"He gave me some weird fucking tools to do it, and I made it work."

"Where are we? What is this?"

Veronica's lips curled slightly in distaste. The Shepherd reached down, tapping on the top of the cage a few times.

"It's a hamster cage."

"...What?"

"He gave me a hamster cage, a scroll, and a couple other toys, and said for me to make it work. But I did."

"Wait, wait, back up. How are we in a hamster cage?"

"That's a security secret." She chuckled. "But you? You're going to be in there for a couple of days. Master's orders."

"...Days? With...that?" Gann asked, looking back at the tentacle monster that seemed like it was barely contained. "What if it gets loose?"

"He said that's already taken care of. But he says - and I agree - that while he appreciates your help, he wants you to spend some time thinking about what you did." The Shepherd reached up to the pink vest that she wore, and it bubbled like goo, spitting out a few more modular bits for the cage. As the security chief attached them to the cage, expanding it, Gann realized that they'd just formed a mini-prison for himself, Ailsa, and the demon.

"Um...I don't suppose..."

Veronica fixed him with a firm stare, and he sighed. Well, he had kinda gotten himself into this, and he had tried to keep anyone else from finding out.

"Yeah, I get it."

"You're a good boy," she said. "But sometimes, good boys need to learn a lesson."

"And Ailsa?"

"Oh, fuck her for being stupid; she's in here for a week, you get out after forty-eight hours."

Gann nodded. That seemed fair. And at least they were all miniaturized; if the demon got out, it would take a while to actually expand and become dangerous again.

"Well, that should do it..." Veronica chuckled. "And now...run."

And with that, the little slots that held the tentacle demon back were lifted. As the tentacles flooded through the tubes on that side of his cell, he ran through the tube on the other. He doubted he'd go unfucked for two days, but he could at least try.

The End

Summary: Gann is trying to be helpful in the tower, and ends up causing a bit of a problem. Tentacles, anyone?

Tags: M/solo, H/solo, dragon, stingray, demon, tentacles, German Shepherd, anal, oral, blowjob, face-fucking, corruption, slime, silly, harem, milking, cock milking,