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Many different creatures and critters were going about their business in an alien planet's jungle, living their lives as they usually did. One of those creatures, very different from the others, was only there temporarily, on a mission to scan all sorts of different flora on the planet. Being an Avali, Mia really wasn't a fan of such a warm place, having to wear some protective clothing along with his usual exploration gear- it was only thanks to some cybernetic enhancements to his body and organs that he could even survive in such a temperature, not that it made it much less uncomfortable.

Despite his discomfort he had no qualms about the mission, since it was quite a bit easier than most of his jobs. The only real risks were dehydration, which were handled by the multiple waterbottles in his anti-gravity backpack and water-purifying nanobots if he really needed them, and the potential danger of hungry predators. He had weapons and combat training for that, and after a few hours he didn't see anything particularly threatening. So, without much worry, he went around putting different exotic plants in his scanner, taking utmost care so as to not badly damage them. He even found a few edible ones, all of which tasted horrid, but his curiosity got the better of him and he kept trying different ones anyways.

After a while he had to take a break, sitting on a comfy-looking rock and looking through his backpack, taking out a few things to eat. He calmly enjoyed his dinner, listening to the sounds of the fauna in the jungle without a hint of a breeze. It was nice going to unpopulated planets such as this one, they always seemed so pure to him and he was never a fan of crowds. He couldn't slack for too long though, and he eventually had to carry on with his job. The sun was starting to set, so it wouldn't be much longer until his crewmates arrived in their ship to pick him up.

A few more hours passed, the sun over the horizon and the sky dark, and he wasn't entirely sure that his comrades could even find him here. He turned on his comms, built into his body as one of his many augmentations, trying to speak to any one of his crewmates. "Hello? You guys there? It's.. very dark out." He spoke. A few seconds passed before he got a response, though a bit staticky. "Mia, is that you? Good thing you called, we were all worried about you! Anyways, I have bad news. Ralyn got a bit too excited while driving the Thunderstorm, again, and to put a long story short the thing is in for repairs overnight. We'll be there in the morning to pick you up, I promise. Don't worry though, I packed some extra things for you just in case this happened!" It was the voice of the ship's engineer, Trinity. He sighed. He did like her, but sometimes she had an issue with not talking. She really liked talking. She really liked talking. "Slow down, Trinity. You said I'll be here all night?" He asked, a bit worried. It wouldn't be the first time something like this happened, and even though he liked these places he wasn't too fond of staying overnight without warning. "Yes, yes. But I packed a tent for you, and even a sleeping bag I made myself! I promise you'll be safer and more comfortable than you would be in a house." She replied.

"..Trinity, what did you do with the sleeping bag?" He asked her calmly. "Nnnothing. I promise it's safe, I've tested a lot so it shouldn't crush you in your sleep. As long as you get in it naked." She mumbled nonchalantly. There was a long, awkward silence. "What?" He asked, as if the comms must've glitched. "The sleeping bag will only work properly if you use it while naked. Otherwise you'd be better off sleeping in the open air." She said and he shook his head. Same as usual, it seemed like she was trying to spring her tools on him. "Fine. But if it does something weird, I'm going to smack you tomorrow." He sighed. He could hear her giggling for a moment before she stopped herself. "Okay, good luck!" And with that, the comms on her end went silent.

"Damnit, Trinity." He mumbled, rubbing his head. He had a few different ways of lighting his path so it wasn't much trouble to find a relatively flat area, big enough for him to set up his tent. He took his backpack off, finding the small, white and black cube in it that he recognized as an instant-tent, something he'd used many times before. Pressing the activation button he stepped back, tossing the little package in front of him and watching as it hit the ground, springing out quickly into a fully built, reinforced survival tent that would keep him safe from the elements or any potential predators. He quickly stepped inside, tapping a few buttons on the built-in holopad inside, ensuring that the tent wouldn't be moved and sealing the entryway.

He took out what he assumed was the packaged sleeping bag, which seemed quite large and heavy for someone his size (especially with how tightly packed things could be nowadays), needing to be held with both hands. He took it out of its sterilized packaging, unfurling the thing and seeing its full size. Now it looked too small, as if it wouldn' reach his shoulders, but was equally heavy. It had a shiny, black surface that felt like rubber, and the inside had a pinkish colour that was oddly squishy. There was no sort of button or interface on the surface, only a paper note that was taped to one side. It read "When ready to sleep, just climb in! ONLY USE WHEN NAKED!!" He recognized it as Trinity's handwriting, taking the note off and tossing it aside. She's really insistent on me using it while naked, jeez.. He thought to himself, unsure of what kind of devious thing it would do to him. Last time he helped Trinity test something, all of his feathers turned pink for an entire week.

Reluctantly, he completely took her word for it and put the odd sleeping bag on the floor. He started to take his clothing off- he probably would have anyways, since everything he was wearing was practically drenched with sweat. He neatly laid his clothing out on the floor at the side of the tent, putting his backpack there too and standing naked all on his own. Admittedly it felt quite nice to have everything off, his genitals now free to the open air instead of being stuck in his stuffy underwear. He made one last preparation, turning off his body-attached lights and turning on the dim, built-in nightlight of the tent.

He sat on the floor, lifting the top of the sleeping bag so he could stick his tail and feet in, shimmying in as far as he could go. Thanks to the length of his feathery tail, the bag barely reached up to his knees. "Great." He sighed, awkwardly sitting on his ass. At least the sleeping bag felt nice around his feet. Before he could get out to look through his backpack in the hopes of finding a blanket he could use, there was an odd squirming sensation all around his lower legs that immediately made him stop, almost like a bunch of tiny worms. What the fuck?! He thought, eyes going wide and his body tensing up. The dim light in the tent was just bright enough for him to get a glimpse at what was happening: Around his legs the bag had closed, the outside squeezing against him like it was vacuum sealed. From what little of the pink inside he could see, the bag was filled with countless squirming tentacles, rather small now but some growing larger. He took a shaky breath, soon calming himself. Such a thing would be terrifying to plenty of others, but this wasn't too out of the ordinary for him. One of his close friends had their genitalia replaced with a mass of gooey tendrils, which he knew from experience felt very good. If anything, he was merely annoyed that Trinity didn't tell him first. There'd already been multiple times where he was the first to test one of her creations, no matter how much she insisted that she had done plenty of trials beforehand.

It was a good thing he wasn't ticklish, since the tentacles in the sleeping bag had no mercy in rubbing against his paws. "Alright, Trinity. Let's see just what you did.." He mumbled to himself, slowly laying down on the floor with his lower legs still wrapped up. As he relaxed so did the tentacles, not that they stopped what they were doing. Instead the sleeping bag began crawling further up his body like some sort of slime, but it didn't get any tighter around his tail or feet. It was less stretching and more growing, expanding upwards to further cover his body. He shivered, knowing what kind of thing would happen when it reached his crotch. He was already getting hard just thinking about it, his foreskinned cock twitching lightly.

It was moving teasingly slow, taking about a minute for the edge to reach his balls. It'd already begun 'swallowing' his hands since he kept his arms by his sides, knowing it would make the process easier for both him and this apparent creature. The light, somewhat wet, and very warm sensations against his sensitive and fluffy balls made him groan out, his cock at a fully-hard four inches- big, for an Avali- and leaking precum onto his feathery belly. It didn't seem like the tentacles were treating his junk differently than any other part of his body, but it was still a wonderful feeling that had him moaning in delight, countless small tentacles massaging his lower half and still moving up. It felt like the sleeping bag was getting wetter too, lubricating him and itself up to make everything slippier and squishier. The sleeping bag slid underneath him quite easily, pressing against and kneading his butt. The tentacles couldn't quite reach his hole yet with their size, simply rubbing his cheeks, but he felt that it wouldn't be an issue for much longer.

He moaned louder as his crotch was entirely covered, his shaft pressed against his stomach while countless tentacles 'licked' every inch, cleaning up his precum and replacing that with the sleeping bag's own slimy mess. He could've sworn that his glans, though not fully exposed thanks to his foreskin, was getting extra attention. He didn't even bother looking down to see what was happening now, keeping his head on the floor and just letting things happen, even when it reached his fluffy chest and kept his arms pinned against his sides. Part of him wondered how high up it was going to go, but no part of him was worried anymore. It felt too good to be worried about what might happen. It slithered up his squeezing against him but not enough to restrict his breathing. He wasn't worried about that either, the recyclers in his body ensuring that he could go almost an entire day without really breathing. He closed his mouth and his eyes as the soft material rose over his head, encapsulating every single bit of his body and sealing shut. If anyone were to look into his tent, they'd see what looked more like a vaguely humanoid-shaped rubber cocoon, occasionally shifting from the squirming of the person inside it.

The slime had thoroughly soaked his entire body, and he opened his mouth for a very brief moment to get a taste of it. It was viscous, slimy, and very slippery, and the taste reminded him of when he shoved his tongue deep into a lupine friend's sheath. It wasn't exactly a good taste, but such a lewd and familiar taste in a situation like this served to make him even hornier. In fact, he started licking at the inside of the bag, across the many wriggling tentacles, getting an even more thorough taste.

He couldn't take it much longer, not in a bad way but rather because the tight, hot, squirming sensations against his most sensitive areas were getting to be too much for him to hold back. With a muffled, blissful moan he climaxed, spurting hot cum against the sleeping bag's interior and squirming around. He couldn't really feel a difference since everything was already sticky and slimy, but after a brief moment his semen was absorbed right into the tentacles. Only when he finished, groaning softly, did he notice two things: One was that he was still erect, even harder than before. Perhaps the slime had some sort of aphrodisiac effect, or maybe he was just that horny. Two was that everything had gone still, the tentacles no longer moving but still pressed on him. Is it malfunctioning..? He thought, more concerned about getting proper relief than any sort of danger. He tried pushing with his feet, but the more it stretched the harder it became to push, giving him barely an inch of wiggle room. He couldn't hear any sounds from outside, nor did the bag make any noises on its own. There was only the sound coming from his body, his heart beating intensely with lust.

A few more seconds of nothing passed before, without warning, everything suddenly tightened up from every angle, against every crevice and limb. Now he couldn't move at all, any of his struggling not making the faux sleeping bag budge an inch. Then, just as suddenly as it started, the creature stopped squeezing- at least not as nearly as tightly as it was, yet still more so than when he was first covered. It was less of a constricting hold and more like something heavy all around him, but at the same time he felt completely weightless in the thing's embrace. Things started moving again shortly after, but not in the same way as before. Now it felt more targeted and less random rubbing, like the tentacles knew what they were doing to him. A surprisingly large tentacle, probably as wide as his own dick and who knows how long, smoothly slithered its way underneath his tail, grinding back and forth between his cheeks and covering his asshole with slimy lube. Another slimmer tentacle curled around the base of his prick, squeezing tight and immediately stroking up and down his length, making him squirm and moan even more. There wasn't any sort of soreness from it after his recent climax, he actually felt less sore everywhere than before he climbed in. The slime was rather soothing, and he started to notice the more subtle rubs and presses all over his body, not just from the tentacles but like the bag itself was slightly changing shape to massage his entire body.

A few, thin tentacles slid against the sensitive head of his prick, slipping underneath his foreskin and rubbing the even more shiver-inducing spots underneath. They moved back and forth, the one beneath him- at least he thought it was beneath him, unsure about what direction he was in anymore- hotdogging his feathery butt and lightly pushing against his hole. He huffed and wiggled, trying to hump against the tentacles but not accomplishing much, letting out a frustrated moan.. and that's when the tentacles made their move. One came out of nowhere and plunged into his mouth, not too thick but still enough to quickly make him gag when it pushed against the back of his throat, the second already having been against his ass and now penetrating him, having shoved several inches deep at once. It wasn't anything he couldn't handle, especially with how slippery the tentacles were, but he hadn't done any anal play in a while so it was quite a stretch. He cried out, nearly cumming on the spot from such a sudden, rough intrusion in both ends, barely holding himself back from bursting again. He didn't get a break though, the tendril stuffing his tailhole repeatedly pushing against his sensitive prostate and gradually going deeper and deeper, the one in his mouth forcing its way past his gag reflex and going down his throat, making him choke quietly on it in an oddly pleasant way. That wasn't all they did to him though, he could even feel them curling around his fingers, toes and even his ears, making sure that everything was both covered in slime and as comfortable as possible. One slid around his neck, coiling it a few times, and squeezed tightly. It would have choked him completely if he could breathe inside the sleeping bag anyways, but he'd be lying if he ever said that it wasn't hot as hell.

His moans were muffled by everything in and on him, the Avali sucking on the tentacle in his mouth and throat, and clenching around the tentacle deep in his ass. If he had to guess, both had about a foot of length inside him now, bulging out his stomach and neck- at least underneath the tentacle that was wrapped around his neck. He felt so incredibly full, squirming while he was fucked and stroked by the amazing tentacles, which were both very squishy and firm enough to properly rut him. With all of that intense pleasure he soon climaxed again, trying not to bite down on the tentacle in his mouth while it kept thrusting and his hips pushing back against the intruder in his rear, hot spurts of his seed getting milked out of him with incredible skill. The instant a drop of his semen touched the inside of the sleeping bag he felt something almost uncomfortably hot pouring into him from both ends, and though the tentacle in his mouth was far too deep for him to taste, he knew what was happening. It was like the tendrils were cumming inside him, filling him up with.. Whatever their fluid was. Only a moment passed before he suddenly felt very relaxed and sleepy, even hornier, and almost a little bit numb. He couldn't even struggle underneath the pressure of the sleeping bag, and he doubted that he could move even if he was completely free in the open- the more freedom he had taken away from him, trapped inside this thing for who knows how long, the more aroused he became. The tentacles' movement didn't stop the whole time, his throbbing prick still getting rapidly stroked and his prostate being pounded until he gave up every last drop of cum. He thought the same thing after the first time he came, but now it seemed like he ejaculated even more than before. Maybe it was another effect of the sleeping bag's 'cum', which kept surging into him until he stopped cumming on his own. He felt more than full, his stomach probably a bit bloated.

After his orgasm completely finished, he felt a few more tentacles poking against him in some less expected areas. Not just that, but there were more by his mouth too, even as the ones already inside him continued fucking away. They slowly went in one at a time, the tentacles in his ass stretching him more and bringing his pleasure to new heights. It didn't hurt at all, the copious amounts of different slimes making him more than slippery enough and seemingly making him stretchier too, and more than a little bit extra sensitive. There were five different tentacles inside his loosened tailhole now, all thrusting at different intervals and not giving him a single second of rest. Next was a second and third pushing their way down his throat alongside the first, his relaxed throat taking it without any struggle and bulging his neck even more against the one wrapped around him. If he could even move he'd certainly be squirming from such mind-breaking pleasure.

It was then that the tentacles began venturing into more unusual spots. Their first target was his urethra, a tendril about as thick as his finger poking against his cumslit and oh-so slowly slithering in. He moaned quietly from the unusual stretch that bulged out the underside of his urethra, pressing against the other tentacle that hadn't stopped stroking him the entire time. He shuddered as it went past the base of his prick, making its way deeper into his body and brushing against some of his most vulnerable areas. The feeling of it sliding through his urethra was more than stimulating enough, and it became magnitudes more when it reached his prostate. The small tentacle practically tortured that small bundle of nerves, thrusting more gently than the other tentacles, and he felt himself jump closer to a third climax while his prostate was milked from both outside and inside- if nonstop pounding could be called milking.

Last, but certainly not least, was the quarter of tentacles positioned by his large rabbit-like ears. Even though they hadn't truly penetrated yet he could feel them along the lengths of his ears, and they were much thicker than he was expecting, about the same size as the ones that were still fucking his behind, if not slightly larger. He'd been in the company of a few odd aliens, both in terms of their biology and their fetishes, so it wasn't his first time trying such an act. But back then, the things that penetrated him were much smaller than this. He knew it'd feel absolutely great though, he only hoped it wouldn't take too long for his mind to recover. These ones went in at the same time, but took things considerably slower than the others did, not that it made the strange situation of having his ears slowly penetrated feel any less odd or unusual. He could feel the warm slime from the tentacles inside his ears, lubricating the way in for more of their squirming lengths, wriggling around inside his head and driving him wild with pleasure. He'd definitely be squirming and moaning a lot more if he had control over his body at that point.

His mind went fuzzy, or at least more fuzzy, thoughts melting away under the influence of the sleeping bag's tentacles. All of the many tendrils filling his holes stuffed more inside him, whether it was going deeper or bunching themselves up and curling around. He wasn't conscious enough to realize just how deeply he was getting fucked, beyond the point of just stretching him. A few of the tentacles stuffing his rear had gone right through him and pushed out of his mouth alongside the ones going in that way- one had even gone so far as to slide out of one of his ears right next to the tentacle already fucking it, stretching him out more than he would have thought possible and fizzling away the synapses in his brain. With an exhausted moan he orgasmed one more time, his cock twitching while the endless tentacles pushed at every part of his body. Same as last time the tentacles came inside him all at once, completely flooding him with their seed. It gushed from every hole, even from his nose and his belly button, his stomach swelling outward under the wet confines of the sleeping bag. It was amazing, it was hot.. and with that, he fell asleep- not an abrupt passing out, but more like letting the warm embrace of slumber take him into the most comfortable sleep of his life, even with the tentacles still thrusting and massaging..

~

Sometime the next day, Trinity was on her ship orbiting the jungle planet, sitting in the lab. A few beeps alerted her of her drone's arrival, the door opening as the hovering robot carried in a large, oval-shaped mass of black rubber, undulating gently even as it was set down on a large, metal table. "Oooh, he's back already!" She said to nobody in particular, scooting her spinny chair over to the table and shooing the drone away. Grabbing an injector gun from her pocket that she'd prepared just for this, she pressed it into the side of the rubbery mass and depressed the whole thing into it. After a few seconds it stopped moving and she giggled happily, a bit relieved that it actually worked.

Snapping on a pair of large gloves and standing on her wheeled chair she got to work, grabbing onto the rubber near the top with both hands and slowly pulling it apart like taffy. It took quite a bit of effort but eventually she got past the outer layer, seeing what was underneath- but with the location she started, all she saw was the light grey stomach of Mia, inflated to the point of looking pregnant. "..Whoops." She huffed, getting hit by a wave of musk and heat from inside the quote unquote sleeping bag. With the pressure released, and the thing turned just as senseless as him by the medicine she gave it, it wasn't too difficult to expose the rest of his body, completely saturated with the pinkish tentacle cum. The real challenge was pulling the tentacles out of him, practically tangled into knots inside of his body, needing her to pull them out one at a time from each hole. She swore some of them would never end, especially with the way some went right through his whole body. She gently bit her lip, slightly jealous of his situation but carrying on, making sure she had every tentacle out of him.

A brief scan revealed that his vitals were all fine and normal, he would only need to spend a bit in a recovery chamber to fix his mind. She scribbled down on a notepad to tone down the intensity and pleasure of the tentacles and their slime before beginning cleanup. A robot dragged away the tentacled creature and stuffed it into an airtight box, leaving Mia safely on the table but still asleep. "Now for the messy part.." She mumbled to herself, leaning down to press both hands on his stomach, getting a quiet groan out of him while the creature's cum gushed from both ends, mostly his rear but plenty coming out of his mouth too, getting all over the table and the floor. She had to empty the slime from his bladder, even, the tentacles not having spared a single spot from being filled as much as possible. "What a mess." She sighed, casually sliding a gloved finger into one of his fluffy ears for no real reason. "Alright, cumbrain. Let's clean you up."

Later, Mia opened his eyes only to find himself in the gelatinous fluid that filled the ship's healing pods, able to see the shape of Trinity sitting in a chair nearby. He sighed out a few bubbles, waiting for a few seconds before the fluid began to drain, letting him stand on his own two feet before the driers activated, fluffing up his feathers and blowing off all of the goop he was covered in- a much different goop than earlier, still. He was at least relieved that this time in the healing pod was for such a reason, rather than some of his more gruesome experiences. The door opened and the female Avali suddenly perked up, apparently having been too tired to notice the rest of the process and now leaping out of her chair.

"Mia! Tell me everything that happened! How it felt, how it tasted, how it smelled, how are you!" She said, excited for results as always. He rolled his eyes, putting his hands on his hips and standing before her completely naked. "Well it's a good thing we have these to recover, otherwise you could probably fit both of your arms in my ass up to the shoulder." He snickered, glancing back at the large glass-doored tube as he stepped out of it. She wrote that down despite his obvious sarcasm. "It tasted like dick and cum, smelled like dick and cum. Massages were nice, but I don't see much point in em with all of that going on." He continued, idly brushing some of his head feathers while she wrote. "..Actually, what was even the point of all that?" He asked with an unimpressed look. "Wellll, it was a survival tool I made. Kind of. It can soothe any sort of aches and pains, give you the best sleep ever, and the best orgasm! You'd also be safe even from the coldest or hottest temperatures, and whatever predator comes at you." She paused, and the instant he opened his mouth she kept on talking. "Maybe I went a bit overboard with a few things. It basically turned you into a sock puppet for tentacles. But it worked perfectly! Your tent was torn to shreds, but whatever thing was attacking you couldn't get inside your bag!" She said happily. He shook his head- being told he was almost killed by a beast was far from the oddest thing she'd ever told him.

"You know that I couldn't breathe in there, right? I probably would have suffocated without my mods." He said. She laughed a bit nervously before quickly writing more and then looking at him again. "Okay, maybe there's a few small things I still need to fix before making more than one, but that's why I used you for it, with how big and strong you are." She giggled. "Fine, fine. I'll tell you all the details after I get something real to eat. Just give me a warning next time before you spring something like that on me, I bet the ship didn't even need repairs." He huffed, starting to walk by. She whistled innocently, only to let out a startled squeak when he turned and delivered a harsh spank to her ass. "I'd say it was weird enough to warrant a smack." He laughed, leaving her blushing and rubbing her sore butt through her lab coat as he left the room and headed toward his quarters. He thought to himself while he walked, thinking about what kind of weird sexual experience he'd go through next time she threw a test at him, and just how damn good it'd feel.