A Drunken Purchase
During another boring day in the quarantine, an unexpected package arrived at his door. Jack believes it was a waste of his hard earned money, but is quickly proven wrong.
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The quarantine got more and more boring as it dragged endlessly on. Days blurred together and time seemed to pass incredibly quickly and slowly at the same time. There wasn't much to do in the house other than playing video games, watching porn and depleting his emergency alcohol stockpile. All of those activities quickly got old for him, however. It all felt too dull without his friends or any other people around to joke around with.
Suddenly the monotony was broken by the sound of his doorbell going off several times in quick succession. His ears perked up and eyes widened in curiosity. It definitely wasn't food delivery since he didn't order anything yet, and none of his friends or family came to ever visit these days, for obvious reasons. It took a short while to quickly find a mask, somehow all of them disappeared as soon as he needed them. When he finally found one in a random pocket, he hastily made his way over to the door and opened it to see an extremely tired looking courier.
"You Jack?" The grey snake asked, his eyes and voice clearly displaying his elation at being there. Jack only nodded in response before the courier shoved a terminal in his face with an impatient "sign here please". Too confused to ask any questions, he simply did as he was told, and scribbled his signature on the terminal. He hated signing like this, it always came out all wobbly and barely recognizable. Immediately after he finished the last letter the snake ripped the terminal out of his hands, plopped down a package at his feet and jumped back into his van with a rather insincere sounding goodbye.
Jack stood in the doorway for several moments before he looked down at the package at his feet. He had absolutely no idea when or where he ordered it, but as he thought about it, it was highly possible the purchase was made during one of those evenings when he was blackout drunk. Probing the package with his paws proved nothing as it was wrapped in something thick to prevent any kind of damage. He sat down in the living room and with the help of a knife carefully sliced open the outer paper layer and then got rid of the thick layer of bubble wrap.
Soon, an old book was in his paws, with a featureless brown hardcover. It looked old, and Jack just had to scoff when he started randomly browsing through it. It was a "spellbook" of some sort, written in some fancy kind of English, with various "spells" in it. There were demon summoning rituals, potion recipes, curses and other generic magical hijinks. Jack snorted, shut the book and threw it on the coffee table. It was probably written by some sweaty nerd as a scam to bait Karens into wasting their money.
So he just went about his daily routine of doing nothing all the way until midnight and completely forgot about the book. It was when he was on his way to bed, slightly drunk, that he picked the book back up anyway and opened it on a random page. His bored and intoxicated mind immediately latched onto the text when his eyes scanned the rather detailed picture. Pictures of shitty 3D tentacle hentai he sometimes found on his pornsite of choice sprung into his mind. There was a short description with some instructions and the weird incantation he had to chant in order to summon a tentacle monster that would "fulfill his deepest desires".
"Bullshit," Jack said with a chuckle, put a bookmark on the page and went to find everything he would need to summon the tentacles. He was one hundred percent sure it wasn't going to work, but boredom and alcohol can make you do... interesting things.
After a while of rummaging through various shelves, drawers and obscure corners of his cellar, he found all of the two necessary ingredients for the ritual. Conveniently he had both the red candles and chalk in his house. Soon there was a pentagram drawn on the floor of his bedroom, candles lit on each of its five points. He opened the book again and quickly flipped through the pages to find the bookmarked one. It took him a second to decipher and memorize the spell, but at last, he was confident he would be able to recite it exactly as it was written in the book and started chanting. To his horror, the lights of the room dimmed, the candles flickered and immediately after the last word slipped past his lips, bright white light blinded him for just a second.
When he opened his eyes again, there was a writhing mass of pink tentacles coming out of his floor. Jack stared dumbly for a second at the sight before him, his mind not quite believing what was going on. Maybe it was the alcohol? But there was now way he drank enough to have a hallucination like that. He pinched himself to see if he passed out on the couch again and this was all just a dream, but no, the tentacles seemed to be very real.
It was then he noticed a strange but pleasantly sweet scent coming from the direction of the thing he just summoned. It called to him, luring him closer to the monster, and thanks to the combination of his curiosity and the intoxicating scent slowly filling his nose more and more. He accepted the call and came closer. The slow movements of the tentacles mesmerized him, it was like some strange, otherworldly dancing. Against his better judgment, he slowly reached to touch one of the tentacles closest to him. Not even a second after the tip of his claw made contact with the fleshy appendage, it started coiling itself around his furry paw and arm. It was firm, slightly slimy and feverishly hot.
Jack gasped and tried to pull himself away, but it was no use. The strong, thick tentacle refused to let him go as it went slowly through his fur and up his sleeve. He could feel more tentacles make contact with his ankles and his left arm. He whimpered and struggled as they made their way under his clothes and up his body. They were all the same as the first one, dampening his fur with their hot slime. Suddenly all four of them flexed and suddenly, the only thing Jack had left on him was his underwear.
The first tentacle slid slowly over his shoulder, made a loop around his neck and then rose in front of his face like a snake ready to strike its prey. The scent only got stronger as they roamed through his fur, feeling him up and squeezing him tightly, but not enough to hurt, all over. His thighs, hips and stomach, his chest, no part except his groin was left unchecked. The hot sliminess was strangely pleasant to him, but the slight pleasure from the massage the tentacles were giving him and the thickening sweet smell did little to quell his rising fear. Perhaps he was imagining it, but the tentacle in front of his face rubbed his cheek affectionately before pressing itself against his lips.
Jack shut his lips, refusing to let it inside him, but that didn't do him much good. He gasped when a hot and slimy tip massaged his flaccid member, that was still hidden under the fabric of his underwear. The tentacle at his lips quickly slipped into his mouth then. He struggled weakly again, but then went limp and closed his eyes with a quiet groan. It felt even hotter against his tongue, and didn't taste all that bad. The intoxicating scent got even stronger as the tentacle caressed his tongue, and all his fear slowly ebbed away, replaced with soft pleasure as several tentacles squeezed and massaged his body rhythmically. He opened his muzzle slightly more, pressing his tongue against its underside when the thick tentacle filled his muzzle just a little more.
Before he even noticed, his last piece of clothing was ripped from his body and the monster had full access to his hardening member and virgin tailhole. Jack whimpered a little, struggling half heartedly when the tentacles suspended him in the air, spread his legs and bound his paws above his head. Another one coiled itself around his head, cutting off his vision. It seemed to slowly intensify his other senses, and Jack moaned over the tentacle sliding over his tongue slowly. They were all over him, only patches of his fur were now visible under the pink appendages that trapped him in their hot and wet embrace.
It was then one of the tentacles coiled itself around his now hard and throbbing cock. Jack moaned loudly again and tried to buck his hips into the slimy hotness that fully encompassed his shaft, but the tentacles didn't let him. He never felt anything quite like it, it was incredibly tight and hot, the natural sliminess of the tentacle further mounting up the pleasure. He whimpered and groaned over the appendage in his muzzle as the tentacle squeezed him the same rhythm all the others did.
Another one probed at his tailhole, but Jack didn't even think about fighting now, gasping loudly as even more of the sweet musk filled his lungs. It slowly penetrated him, and he was surprised for a second how little it hurt before the thought was driven from by another thrust into his muzzle and another squeeze around his leaking member. The feeling of the tentacle inside of him was euphoric and he screamed from pure pleasure when the slimy and feverishly hot length slowly slid over his prostate and even further in.
All coherent thought left him as he was filled from both ends by thick, pink muscle and squeezed all over his body. His fur was now completely drenched in the creature's slime but he didn't care. His muted whorish moans increased in volume every time he orgasmed during the night, the tentacle in his ass squirming especially hard as his soft insides tried to milk for whatever fluid it had inside of it. The monster seemed to enjoy every pulse and flex of his shaft when he shot his seed all over the pink tentacle holding him hostage, and it didn't let up. For several, long and pleasure filled hours, it ravaged his furry body, Jack going nearly insane from everything the tentacles made him feel.
At some point he passed out and the monster finally let up, slowly withdrawing from his body and going back to whatever realm it came from and leaving Jack's used body on the floor of his room.