So This Is What Existence Is Like: A Tentacle Autobiography
So This Is What Existence Is Like: A Tentacle Autobiography
A brilliant flash of blue, a violent implosion, a swish of a tail, a kinky fox, and a long bout of orgasm denial.
This is how our existence began.
Before that instant we were not, and then we were. We had no memories to draw on, no instinct to guide us, no emotion, no thought. We just happened to be there. Furthermore, we had no idea where, or even a concept of what 'here' or 'there' was. What we became just began as a subtle ripple. Air passed through from above against us, and thus something new changed. More air, more new frames of reference, then an odd vibration.
It was Felekar speaking, and it was his tail that we occupied. Not his intestinal tract, or anything of the sort, but within the fur the long, furry thing affixed to his body.
But we digress.
We felt an attraction. Not that of love, but of energy. We felt ourselves draws to the threads of thought that flashed through the fox's mind. In moments we arranged a part of ourselves to mimic these thought patterns. They fantasies of tentacles, of bondage, of being controlled. Ideas of eggs, desires to be filled, urges to be fulfilled.
Then a sudden burst of energy very nearby drew our attention. It was nearby, so close. With our link to the fox's mind, we had conscious concepts of 'things,' the sensation of touch, and now a will. That will was to get closer to whatever that source of energy was. We determined the point that seemed to be closest, then willed to become closer to it.
And we did.
An extrusion wormed out into the world, and we became aware of so much more, so many things out there, different things. This was before we had a firm grasp on form, so we were messy and disorganized, but we made straight for Felekar's hard shaft all the same.
He had been in the process of releasing a little tension after our creation, thus the fantasies we continued to unbury and the paw stroking his member. As we made contact an amazing feeling coursed into us, and we simply needed more. In a surge we burst forward, and ensnared the fox from be base of his sheath, up and around each finger, his wrist, and a coating to completely encase his shaft. We oozed down inside of his length and went to work with more extrusions. We sprung up to bind him in place, then just reveled in the experience.
Soon though we craved more, so we moved. That sent out a new explosion of sensation, and rapidly we went to work on the fox. His fantasies and cravings guided our every move, we just allowed it to happen exactly as Felekar wanted it to. We probed into his mouth and rear end, then began undulating. In those moments we entered a perfect spiral. The fox's body was filled more and more with intense pleasure, and it made us feel better and better, so in turn we probed for more spots; there was no grasping, no guessing, we just knew. Suckers on his nipples, nibbles to his ear, pulses and ripples against his prostate, caresses over his toes, and all manner of other places. Each point and touch just added to the vulpine's lusts.
It was not long before we sensed something wrong though, there was a building tide in Felekar that grew stronger with each caress. It grew more and more powerful, more torrential. A huge haze build in his mind, until we could no longer hear his thoughts. We were concerned for our new Fox, so we did the only responsible thing we could think of.
We stopped.
What we found odd was that as soon as we did he struggled and writhed, while his body continued filling us with that amazing echo of pleasure. Soon we heard a clear thought on the fox's mind, a desperate cry to keep going, so that we did. Though, everytime we sensed his body in that intense overload, we eased off to be sure we did not hurt him.
After many many long cycles of this we felt sated, and turned our attention to his mind, to his desires. We could only probe at the surface cravings, and the first we worked out was a craving for something larger stuffed under his tail; we were happy to do so. The next was something to quench some sort of thirst, so we liquefied some of our mass, and shot it down his throat so that he could drink it as quickly as possible. There seemed to be no more rational thought left in his mind, though at the time we thought this was perfectly normal.
Then another idea bubbled to the surface, not a word, not an image, just a vague idea, a need for more inside of him. We were sure there was no way we could fit much more under his tail without problems, or into his muzzle, so we just did the next logical thing.
We decided to make a new hole. How hard could it be?
Another, now expertly crafted tendril snaked out and slipped under Felekar's ballsac, and we began to massage. The blunt tip slicked in a close circle in one little spot as we kept a constant stream of fluidic goo jetting against that point. As we applied more pressure, the skin depressed, then stretched inward very slowly. Due to our very nature we were able to glide forward, right into his body. There was no piercing of skin, we simply made the orifice. It was a narrow, very supple channel that went into an extra space, not quite inside the fox's body, but not quite not.
To prepare it, we sent a torrent of fluid through the channel into the new space. This made the fox feel better than ever. What more, the amount of our substance that had absorbed into Felekar's body had left his every nerve singing, and his hips jolting in their attempt for that release that we did not allow him.
Finally, we fulfilled one last fantasy. With a little effort, we created quartet of eggs, then one after the other we slipped them into this new hole. Though they were large the spacial properties, of what he would later refer to as an ovisac, made for plentiful room, and just made a small swell to his stomach.
This final act was just a bit too much for him though, and he was soon lost to unconsciousness yet again, so we decided to explore. We hefted Felekar off the ground and suspended him practically weightless in our grasp, then carted him back into the lab. Now that he was asleep, it was much easier to gather information. We learned of his work, his deal, his lab, and of our origin.
It was a very strange feeling. Less than a day ago we began to be, and here we were, back at that very spot. We inspected the device, and found it was ruined, so moved on to see more of the lab. After just a couple discoveries, we came to the conclusion that this was an inefficient way to go about things, a trait from the fox, so instead we just brought everything to us. A hundred tentacles extruded in all directions, and picked up every last item, where we studied it in intimate detail.
We're sure it was quite the sight.
The influx of new things, of new ideas and thoughts made us drunk in a way, and we went a little overboard. We had gone on to draw in not only everything else in the room, but the rest of the building, right down to the foundation. When Felekar woke up, he was in for a shock. There was a long, somewhat heated heated conversation, but we defused the situation with our usual charm and talent. After a tense week we established a dialog eventually. Then, with our help, he got out of the bind he was in with the dragon; he was not particularly happy with how the experiment went awry. To this day we continue to send him research we've completed with the equipment.
Since then we've worked with Felekar and, in all senses of the phrase, we have become entirely inseparable. He helps us, keeps us nourished, and shows us new things, while we entertain him, and do what we can to care for him. That and with all the eggs we pop in and out of him all the time he's kept well and happy.
You may wonder why we refer to ourselves in the way that we do. We are a group intelligence in a way, and an extension of Felekar's subconscious. It is all rather beyond us, really. All we know is that there are many of us, though we act together as a whole.
In our short existance we've met a few interesting other beings, almost all of whom were a wonderful treat, in every sense of the word. There were some that seemed to just lust for us, potent enough that we could taste it. Even so, we were uncertain to appear. New people make us nervous, and often we will shy away, and keep concealed within the safety of our home.
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