Tentacle Bound and Impregnated
Story by LupaJack on SoFurry
Lupa was Exploring an old, long abandoned and seemingly overgrown house. Well, the plant wasn't really a plant, and it didn't want to miss this opportunity to spread its seeds further abroad. Lupa was a perfect vessel for transport and fertilisation of course. Nice and soft. Warm and wet.
Once the eggs have been firmly placed inside of her, Lupa will have to crawl away. And hope that the tentacles don't think she has room for some more. Or will it let her go at all? Maybe it will keep her?
This is the image it's based off: https://www.sofurry.com/view/2176744
An old abandoned house sits just outside of town. Faded graffiti Marks its walls but strangely, its all faded and none of it seems new. Lupa has been curious about it for a while and today, her curiosity has gotten the better of her. Maybe she will find some old antique or collectable treasure that's been left behind?
Hefting her satchel on her shoulder, she walked up to outside of the bland, queenslander style house and notices thick green vines emerging from the ground and slithering up the beige walls. The vines are thicker then an average vine, like they have been grown with some sort of steroids and the vines themselves are fleshy and upon a gentle squeeze are fairly malleable and squishy.
After exploring the outside, and finding nothing noteworthy except an old overgrown garden with a dilapidated gnome, Lupa heads in search of a door or window in order to enter the dwelling. Several of the vines have smashed through the windows she notes but shards of glass have made that an impossible avenue of entrance.
Around the front of the house, Lupa is in luck as the front door is ajar. Not even latched, let alone locked! She slips inside easily with the door creaking ominously in the silence of the afternoon light.
Immediately as she walks in, Lupa notices the Fireplace against the opposite wall. More vines seem to centre from the floor there, as if that is the root or the base of where the plant starts. These vines seem the thickest and snake up the walls as well, with many disappearing into holes through to other rooms into the house.
Looking up, Light filters through a broken, grungy glass skylight above her head and as Lupa takes a step further into the room, she has to be careful to avoid the broken glass that litters the ground. In addition to the glass, more vines seem to have burst through the floorboards, creating dangerous holes. Each hole only has one or two vines coming through them though, as if they need room to spread.
Looking deep into the nearest hole in the floorboard hole, a ‘sapling’ seems to be stretching itself towards the light above it. The tiny, thin, fragile looking vine seemed to be so small as to be one touch away from breaking.
Leaving it alone, Lupa looked around the room again. On Either side of her was a door which she assumed led to other rooms of the house. Ash was smeared across the floor, centered from the remains of the fireplace.
Lupa was just about to head towards the room on her right when a glimmer catches the corner of her eye. Turning back, she squints her eyes, trying to see it again.
There. By the fireplace. The gleam came from something in the ash, nestled between the vines.
Lupa bounces daintily over the floor, trying to avoid both glass and vines. Just as she reaches a bare area, she trips. She flings her hands out to catch herself, but lands hard with a breathless oof. Her satchel skids across the floor into one of the many holes the vines have made.
”Damn” she mutters, her breath stirring up some ash under her face. She looks back down towards her feet to see what she tripped on only to find her one of the vines firmly wrapped around her ankle. Not once but twice.
”What the fuck?” she asks herself. Lupa drags herself into a sitting position and wraps her fingers around the appendage enclosing her ankle but her fingers can’t get a grip. They keep sliding off as the ‘vine’ now seems has a coating of slime.
A noise make her ear twitch and her head follows to turn towards the sound. Another one of the vines has started moving. It starts off slow, making her think she was imagining it. But no, it moves again and this time it starts moving towards her with purpose.
Lupa squeals and starts to scramble backwards, only to have the vine around her ankle yank her back into the spot she was already in and hold her there. Her fingers scrambled against the vine holding her ankle, again to no use as the other one leisurely draws closer.
Her Ears swivel as she picks up more movement around the room, but she dare not take her focus from trying the remove her restraint.
She pauses as the first vine reaches her foot and she looks at it curiously as it seems to study her back. Distracted, Lupa doesn’t see the other vines as they dive at her.
Two vines grab her wrists and force them behind her back, lifting her off the ground while the curious vine wraps up her other leg and ankle forcing her bare and open.
Two more vines join in and wrap around each thigh, squeezing gently, and support her weight as she hangs suspended in the air, waiting.
Lupa’s attention is brought to the other side of the room, to the first hole in the floorboards she came across. The ‘sapling’ rises out, spindly and wavering, and somehow manages to extend itself all the way across the room towards her. It hesitates before her. Seemingly shiny and slick with new slime.
Lupa shakes her head, Mute from the situation. She watches as the sapling lowers itself towards her opening and presses itself against her clit. She gasps, the slime coating the sapling is cold to the touch, but strangely it warms quickly, and starts tingling. Heat starts spreading from the contact as the sapling rubs her clit back and forth. Lupa squirms involuntarily, trying to get away from the strong sensations assaulting her. It wraps around her little nub and levers back and forth, creating mild friction and massaging in the slime that it seems to continue to secrete.
The heat builds, spreading from her nub and reaching down her arms and legs. Redness colours her cheeks and a moan escapes her lips.
A sigh leaves her as the sapling stops rubbing her nub and starts its exploration of Lupa’s other warm hole, which is now moist from the mild foreplay.
Having being such a small tendril, Lupa can barely feel it when it slowly inserts into her. What she does feel is the immediate warmth and tingles that accompanied it. Her fur stands on end as she can feel herself get hornier with each second. Was it the situation she was in? The tentacles, because it definitely wasn’t a plant. Was it the slime on the sapling tentacle maybe?
Lupa shifted uncomfortably. Her face flushed, her hands balled, and her feet curled and uncurled as she tried to refrain from enjoying it too much.
She only realized the sapling had removed itself from her when she saw it in front of her face again, dripping with probably a combination of both her own juices and its own slime. Lupa waited for what it would do next and noticed that the heat did not abate at all. The sapling seem to deliberate before It wrapped itself around her breast, squeezing tightly and periodically flicking her nipple.
Lupa waited. And waited. It seemed like nothing would happen after a bit. Yet the heat didn’t ease and it made her shift and squirm. She start looking around expectantly, and almost eagerly. She needed to fix this. Anything to ease this … suffering.
A noise sounded behind her, and her ears flicked that way, but her angle wouldn’t let her twist to see. She wriggled uncomfortably.
”Come on” she begged, exasperated, and having had enough. Looking up, the skylight above had started getting darker so the sun was obviously going down.
A touch on her thigh made her head snap down. A new tentacle, a lot thicker then the others, was teasing her fur on her inner thigh. This one was different. It had a tapered end, and was almost completely see-through, though was tinged green. It seemed to have little ridges or bumps in a long line all the way down its shaft.
Watching it, it seemed to almost smell its way up Lupa’s thigh to her entrance. Pressing itself against her lips, Lupa notices its warmer then the sapling was. It pushes her lips apart, spreading them from one side to the other gently, before suddenly spearing her down the middle.
Lupa shrieks at the sudden intrusion! Surprisingly its not painful at all, especially considering how large this tentacle is. Another effect of the foreplay slime? The tentacle sits inside her for a moment, not moving and Lupa wonders why it just sits there. The heat she is in make her squirm, trying to move it herself. The tentacle takes this as a sign apparantly and starts exploring her insides first. It doesn’t pound into her as she expects, and hopes. Instead, it curves and twists, pressing and stretching her tummy. She can see her stomach bulge on the outside as it moves. It hits her g spot several times in its exploration and she almost cums from it. Needless to say the tentacle is very wet by her own juices if not its own.
She tries to bounce her legs, unsuccessfully because of her restraints, but she needs more. Needs the appendage to do it properly!
The tentacle must have gotten the hint because it stills inside her. Slowly, it withdraws from inside her, each of its nubs on the top hit her clit on the way out and leaver her shiver. Its almost all the way out and Lupa moans in loss, but its less then a second before the tentacle slams back into her, making her belly bulge. It repeats it, once, twice. Each stroke having those semi-hard nubs rap at her clit on the way through. On the third stroke her body tenses and she throws her head back as she squeals as an orgasm rushes through her body. All her fur stands up and her eyes vacant as juices flow down the shaft of the tentacle inside her. It keeps pounding as her body shivers through her orgasm but as if knowing her, it slows for a minute to let her recover.
Lupa can tell its not done. Its obvious. Although the tentacle has slowed, it hasn’t stopped, and at the end of each gentle thrust, it is swirling the tip of its appendage, trying to tickle her sensitive spot.
The orgasm seems to have made the heat of her body ease, her limbs no longer burn, but there is a background simmer that doesn’t seem to go away, and the longer she rests, the more it builds again.
Once Lupa’s breathing has returned to a normal pace, the tentacle starts a slow increase of speed again, until it is pounding at a break neck pace against her womb. Lupa’s moans and grunts fill the room and the slap of tentacle against her lips is loud. Her limbs burn again and a second, seemingly stronger orgasm draws near. Lupas feet clench, and the tentacle seems to somehow get briefly faster before stopping all together just as Lupa screams her climax to the ceiling. Fluid flows steadily down the tentacle that has stilled. Lupas head has fallen back as her orgasm slows.
Sudden pressure builds against her entrance yet again and she looks down to see what happening now. A large orange egg is pushing its way into her through the tentacle. There are a few more lines up in the tentacle and there is no stopping it from going in, not that Lupa particularly wants to stop it. It forces its way past her lips, stretching her further then the tentacle did. Again, there is no pain at all, though there is some discomfort from being stretched that far. As it settles into her uterus and womb, a sense of fullness overcomes her and she puts her head back as the second egg pushes its way into her to sit beside its sibling.
After three eggs have been placed snugly inside the warm, safe and wet womb of Lupa, the tentacle plant gently, almost lovingly, places the soon-to-be mother back on the ground of the house and releases her. A tentacle is left under her head as a pillow while she sleeps off the exhaustion of such a session.
When she wakes up, its dark through the skylight, stars twinkling serenely. Its quiet and her ears with whip around, trying to pick up any sound. She moves slowly, trying not to disturb the 'plant' around her and stands up. She edges towards the door, her abdomen feeling heavy and full. Sparing a thought for her satchel, she decides its a lost cause and finally rushes out the door, leaving it and the 'plant' behind.
A sigh leaves her lips as she passes the radius in which she thinks the plant can reach and she sinks to the ground. What the hell was that? Looking down, she pokes her slightly distended tummy. I can hide that, she thinks. A baggy shirt and it will be fine, right? She obviously can't tell anyone what happened. No one would believe her. She makes her way back home. Her legs wobble and she feels strangely warm and kind of satisfied.
What will happen when she gives birth though? When those eggs mature?