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One Last Thing Before Going

Moving is always a frustrating task, even when it's a welcomed event. Having to take everything that you had long since grown comfortable with it's place, putting it in a box, and taking it to a whole new location? Never fun. But, at the end of it all, it's usually a good feeling, and Maxwell was moving into a much larger home, so he would have much more room for himself. The maned wolf was walking through the empty house, Just wearing a pair of loose fitting cargo shorts and a layered shirt, the undershirt being a sea blue, with a white unbuttoned shirt over that. He was going room by room to see if the movers had missed anything when loading everything into the truck.

The living room and kitchen were clear. Followed by the bedroom. Only thing he had left to check was the basement. The rather tall canine always hated going down into the basement, due to the stairs being so close together, making him feel as though he were tip-toeing down into the darkness. Max flipped the switch to turn on the lights, and was relieved to see it completely empty... Almost.

As he was turning away to head back up the stairs, something caught his eyes. There was a dusty box that was sitting in the corner, almost hidden by the water boiler. "Oh for fucks sake..." He swore to himself. The maned wolf stomped over to the box, more in frustration than any genuine anger, since it was small and in a location that could have been easily missed by the movers. Upon approach, though, Max saw something out of place. He had gotten all of his boxes from Home Depot. This box was from some place called Stem and Leaf. He hadn't even heard of it before. Could it have been here since before he moved in?

Kneeling down, Max looked the box over carefully. It seems like it had been there a while. It was taped shut, but there was a thick layer of dusk on it. So much so, that when he pulled the box out from the wall and the water boiler, a thick cloud of dusk just spewed everywhere. He wasn't even sure how it seemed to just explode, as it coated him and his fur. Hell, he even inhaled some of it, despite his best efforts.

"Aw fuck..." Max swore as he tried to sweep the dust out of his fur, to little avail. "Gonna have to take a shower... Thank god the new place already had water and electricity. Coughing a bit more as the dust tickled his nose, Maxwell started digging through his pockets. He didn't know what was in the box, but his curiosity was getting the better of him, if this box was even his, and if not, whose it could be. The maned wolf started to feel warm. Unusually so, and he glanced over at the water boiler. "I'll need to remember to turn you off before I'm out of here..."

Finally, Maxwell found his everyday carry pocket knife, and flipped it open. For being so small, it was surprisingly dense, which only increased his curiosity more. Slowly he slid the knight between the flap of the box, and through the tape. Turning it around to the other side, the maned wolf repeated the process. Finally, there was the top. Gently he slid the sharp of the blade along the surface of the tape, finally unsealing it, and putting his knife back into his pocket. Safety first!

The canine's fingers reached down and gripped the flaps of cardboard, but there was suddenly a force that burst the box open. A singular, long, smooth tentacle, far too big to fit within the box burst the flaps open, startling Max, and knocking him onto his rear. The tentacle reached down in a swift motion, coiling around his ankle as the maned wolf tried to crawl away. With the ease of a child picking up a stuffed animal, the tentacle pulled him back, and hoisted him into the air by his foot.

Max reached for his knife in his pocket, but as he was pulling it free, the tentacle wrapped around his wrist and tugged it, losing his grip on the weapon and sending it clattering onto the floor. "F-fuck!" He spat out as the tentacle wrapped around his other wrist as well, holding him with his hands above his head, his legs kicking, but not getting too much momentum due to the appendages wrapped around his ankles.

At that point he noticed that the tentacles were... dusty? It was a brief moment of confusion in his panic, as he huffed and panted, but an unfamiliar warmth started to spread through his body and across his cheeks. Maybe... maybe that wasn't just dust?

More and more of the tendrils started to pour over the box. Instead of just holding him down and restraining them, they started exploring his body. Sliding through his fur to tease him, running through his mane, over his nipples. Max squirmed and tried to get free, to get away from the roaming tendrils, but there was no escape. One tentacle coiled up his let, and just kept coiling. And coiling. All the way until he could feel it coiling around the base of his sheath.

"H-hey! W-watch it!" He huffed out, kicking his legs, but as before, the tentacles won out, and they were not halted from their advances. He could feel it squeezing tighter and tighter, but not uncomfortably so. The canine bit his lip as he could feel the tip of his shaft starting to poke out of his warm sheath, clenching his fist and toes, swearing under his breath for going commando today.

The tentacles either didn't seem to really notice, or had other plans, though, as they continued running through all the fur on his body. To make matters worse, he could see the dust from the tentacles collecting more and more in his fur, and he was certain that it was starting to do things to him. He felt so hot, and aroused... it couldn't have just been from the tentacles, it had to be something extra.

Another tentacle came up and placed itself against his face, and unlike before, this one was... wet. Somehow. He didn't know with what, or why, but he felt it matting his fur as it trailed along his face, pushing up under his lips despite his best efforts. It had such an weird flavor to it. Like, tasting thick water. There was a flavor, but he couldn't describe it. More tentacles with wet tips started coiling through is fur as he struggled, but the heat running through his body just made it hard to keep going. His muscles were just relaxing despite his struggle. All of his attention was suddenly brought to another tentacle that had worked its way up his other pantleg, and started toying at his rear entrance.

"He-glk!" Max tried to call out as the warm tip smeared the fluid against his ass, but only to then find the wet tentacle on his face lunge with surprising speed. It didn't go too deep into his mouth, but his muzzle was definitely full of tentacle. Once inside, it started moving slowly again, much to his own relief. That relief was short lived when the same tentacle twisted, so the part hanging outside of the canine's muzzle coiled around it, and kept his mouth shut tight. He groaned and tried to shake his head, but lacked the strength to accomplish anything there.

That was when he noticed the large bulge in the tentacle. Something inside it was traveling through, and was approaching the tip, the inside of his mouth. It only slowed at the coil, and after that, a constant stream of the thick fluid poured into his mouth. It was too much to make any sound other than gargling. The tentacle shifted over his nose, forcing him to swallow if he wanted to breathe. With the thick fluid pouring out of the corners of his cheeks, he swallowed hard, just to get a small breath in, and then again, and again. He didn't know how much of the thick gunk he had swallowed, but the tentacle seemed pleased enough, as the flood of...whatever it was stopped, and he got his nose back, able to breathe once more.

But while they may have been happy enough with his muzzle, the one underneath him decided to start exploring inside of him. It was all he could do to curl his toes and fingers as it slid into his rear, pushing around curiously at his insides. A soft groan left Maxwell's throat as he felt the tentacle holding onto his sheath squeeze it again, and more of the length start spilling out. He wiggled, wriggled, but could only really watch the tentacles continue to slide over his form and through his fur.

A soft metal clicking could be heard, and he knew what it was before he even began looking down his body. The canid's dick had gotten hard enough to start pressing against the zipper, and at the angle he was being held, every throb was starting to tug the zipper down bit by bit, until the full length of his shaft was able to push through the front of Max's pants, twitching and throbbing in the cool air. The tentacle squeezing at his sheath coiled tighter, making it throb, and felt like a cock ring, holding it in place and making it swell even more. His dick was slick with pre, and every throb seemed to just make more spill out and drip onto his pants

Maxwell had long since lost count of the tentacles that were caressing and teasing his body. He was so horny at this point that he couldn't even think properly either. One tentacle had slid up the outside of his shirt, over his shoulder, and then teased its way down his torso, under his shirt, until it was poking out from the underside. The tentacle was mere inches away from Max's dick, and he knew exactly what was going to happen when the tip opened up like a flower. It grabbed onto the tip of the canine's member like a vice, causing it to throb and shoot a glob of pre into the 'mouth' of the tentacle. It was more than happy to swallow it down, followed by twisting and curling of the 'lips' of the tendril as it forced its way further and further down his shaft.

The tentacle was stretched wide enough by his rod that it was turning translucent, and he could see his shaft being squeezed by it, through the walls of the appendage. And every throb had the tentacle squeeze a little further down, until the petal like tips of the tentacle were hugging his swelling knot. The tentacle twisted and squirmed, trying to push over the knot, but the much larger bulb of meat wasn't so easy to swallow. What it did, accomplish, though, was writhing in the maned wolf in the tentacle's grasp.

Max moaned and gasped, writhing his whole body as the tight layer of tentacle writhed back and forth across his twitching tip. He kicked his feet and twisted his body from the overstimulation, and that made the tentacle restrain him harder for a moment. A bang of fear broke through his lust addled mind, but it was quickly drowned when the tentacle in his mouth shot a wad of the thick goop from before. This time, the maned wolf was happy to swallow it down. His tongue coiled around the tentacle, and he suckled on it, wanting more.

The tendril was more than happy to oblige, beginning to feed a small, but steady flow into the canine's mouth, who was slurping it like honey. The tentacle pushing around beneath him and exploring his insides continued to writhe as another large lump came out of the box and began flooding his insides with more and more of the thick fluid.

Max clenched tight around the tentacle when he felt it start spewing, but all that managed to do was make sure all of the thick, warm slime remained trapped inside of him. The first load or two had the large canine wiggling, but by the time the third came in, he was completely slack in his bindings. He felt so warm and relaxed that all he could manage to do was keep suckling at the tentacle pouring into his eager maw, and rock back and forth in an attempt to thrust into the skin-tight tentacle sucking his dick.

Once sure that it wasn't going any further down the shaft, its muscles started to squeeze rhythmically along the length. Up and down, a soft stroking motion along the shaft. Pre drooled out of the horny canine like a faucet. Max's senses were nearing their limit as the tentacles stroked and parted his fur, but two tentacles happened to stroke over the hard nipples of their captive. The poked and prodded for a moment, feeling their firmness, before parting open much like the shaft swallowing the maned wolf's dick. Much easier than the shaft, they pressed down upon the furless area around the nipples, and began sucking away there too.

Having his nipples played with was not on his lust drunk mind, but once they started getting attention too, he couldn't help but moan and lean his head down. Below him, he could see his shirt writhing with squirming tentacles, the two playing with his nipples bobbing visibly. Below that, his belly had started to distend from what was originally just a little bit of pudge, to being quite round. A tentacle was running from under his shirt, to his exposed dick sticking out of the zipper of his pants, wrapped tight around it and drinking all the pre he was leaking. Finally he could see a particularly thick tentacle wrapped once around his leg, disappearing beneath his pant leg, with a large bulb running along the tentacle, surely another thick, warm addition to fill him with.

The tentacles had loosened their grip on him that Max looked more like he was hanging in a sling, comfortably filling him from both ends while it was continuing to suckle and drink all the pre he had to offer. The tendril wrapped around his sheath curled even more, now having one loop around his dick, and two loops around his balls, giving them a playful tugging. The length in his rear squirmed around as it spewed more nectar into him, but while it did, the tentacles began to notice a pattern between a certain point pushed in his rear, and being rewarded with a thick shot of pre from the dick.

Lost in bliss, Maxwell wasn't aware of what was going on, until the tentacles began timing the stroking of his dick with a firm jab at his prostate. Again and again he would... well, wriggle weakly, so sapped of strength and fogged of mine as he was. However, he noticed that he went from being slowly milked and edged, to firmly starting to feel his orgasm approach. Elation was the only emotion that could find a way through the fog of desire.

The tentacle in his ass experimented with speeding up and slowing down, eventually finding the right consistent, firm thrusting into his ass. The tentacle around his dick found almost the opposite, where slowly picking up speed, and stroking along the shaft erratically produced its best results. All at once the mass of tentacles would be rewarded for their efforts.

Max's heart raced and his breath grew rapid and heavy, to the point the tentacles slowed down its production to a trickle, as the canine felt the building pressure between his legs growing. His whole body was swinging back and forth from the firm thrusts at his ass, while his hips thrust upwards uselessly into the suckling tendril. All at once, shot after thick white shot of cum exploded out of his dick, eagerly suckled up by the tentacles holding him. They kept fucking him thoughtless until the spunk slowed to only a dribble.

Satisfied, the mass of tentacles slowly lowered Max onto the ground. Unwrapping themselves from the spent canine, the retreated into the box. The last three being the one still tightly wrapped around his dick, which appeared to do its best to wriggle off, rather than slide off the oversensitive meat. Followed by his mouth, and while max felt immediate pang for just one more gulp of nectar, all the exhaustion in his jaw caught up with him. Finally there was the one in his ass, and it was fairly gentle in removing itself. Max closed his eyes as he was finally left alone.

An hour later, Maxwell was stirred from his slumber by his phone ringing. When he reached into his pocket to answer, it hung up, but he saw it was the moving guys. He also saw that he was an hour late. Then all of the events of being fucked by the tentacle box came rushing back to him. Looking over to the corner, the box was still there, with its flaps shut once more.

Looking down at himself, he was.. Surprisingly clean. There was some dried slime on the corners of his mouth, and some dried flecks around the collar of his shirt. His dick was safe back in his sheath, and zipping back up would be a breeze. He somehow hadn't leaked any fluids from behind either. It was rather thick, though, so he may have to spend some time in the shower to make his stomach bulge go away.

Truthfully, once he zipped his pants back up, and dusted the thick coating of pollen off, he looked like all that happened was he ate cereal too fast. Oh, and the bulge in his belly, but he'd deal with that later. Max's eyes peered over to the box one more time, before he would smile and grab it. "Alright, you guys are coming with me." The tall canine grinned, grabbing the knife he dropped earlier and walking out. As he turned off the light, the dark purple glow of his mane cast a gentle aura over him. He felt the tentacles squirming about, not so much trying to escape, but certainly eager to be going with the maned wolf.

He closed the door to his basement for the last time, locking it up on the way out. Max pulled out his phone and dialed the missed call, walking to his car with the box in hand. "Hey, sorry. Got nostalgic and had one last meal in the old place, and got carried away with clean up. I'm on my way there!"

The tentacle box was set gently in the passenger seat, and buckled in. Max had to move his seat back to accommodate his new gut, but once he was comfortable, he drove off from his old home, off to new adventures.