The Wox in the Box
This is a request from my friend Styx_Fhang. The character Fhang belongs to him.
Fhang, in a dreamy, half-sleep stupor, was aware of only one thing: floating. In the shapeless dreamscape, the young wox's body felt as though it was being lifted, by invisible limbs, up...into the void. His mind swam with the sensation of flying, of rising. Everything was a blur. There was no light, for there was nothing to see. No sounds. Nothing. Nothing, except....
Floating.
Fhang's eyes shot open when he came to. All at once he was assaulted with a barrage of sensations which, even in his bewildered state, he knew to be very foreign, and very wrong. There was an overwhelming flourescent light illuminating a sea of fuzzy, incomprehensible shapes, which, oddly enough, laid before him in a manner that suggested he was standing upright. A soft, wet squishing noise, like the sound of a lover's kissing, echoed faintly around him like white noise The air around him was cool, chilling his naked torso, and yet, from his thighs down, his lower half was pleasantly warm and wet, as if wrapped loosely by a heated, dampened blanket. This at first soothed his sense of alarm, and, aching with sleepiness, he almost drifted back into his earlier dream. But just as he was about to close his droopy eyes once more, his lower survival instincts kicked in, knowing that something just wasn't right here. Fhang yawned and rolled his head lazily upwards from his chest where it had been resting. Fhang blinked. Once, then twice. The room was unceasingly bright. Had he left the lights on last night? A plaintive sigh escaped from him after another, longer, yawn. He looked at the strange, blurry, gray layout in front of him with a blank, incomprehensive stare. Meanwhile, the low squishing sounds continued to play in the background, and the delightfully warm and moist sensation still hugged around his feet and legs, and was even shifting...squirming... but the wox hardly noticed. His mind was filled instead with the unintelligible mutterings of an interrupted dreamer. "Muzzz...?" he asked, when something large and snake-like slithered around his ankle in the warmness. There was something strange in the sound of his voice...not in itself, but in its reverberation. It was low and immediate, as if he was in a very confined space. This also only vaguely registered in his tired mind, but his subconscious was hard at work trying to alert him to these out of place perceptions. "Wake!" His instincts told him, "Wake!". "Huh?....", Fhang grumbled. Another blink. Everything was still fuzzy, but the strangeness of his environment was very slowly starting to sink in . Routine had told him to reach for his glasses, top left, at the head of his bed. Except...his arms were held above him, and, much to his surprise, when he tried to move, his wrists wouldn't budge, being tied by something slick and wet. Fhang pouted at this conundrum. He already had the discomfort of waking up forced upon him, and now (he tried stretching his legs, but couldn't) he was unable to move? Still, he was more annoyed than panicked. All he wanted was to rise up from bed peacefully. The wox shivered at the cold around his torso. His first instinct was to reach for the blankets, which by the feel of it, were around his legs, but once again, he found himself restrained. "whaaa?..". He tilted his head upwards to investigate this latest mystery when the thing that moved about his ankles earlier came back again, and with force. In the warm mass below him, which were beginning to feel more and more strange and...alive, something was jerking on his right leg, moving it apart. A wild thought popped into Fhang's head that his pet cat at snuck into the room and was messing with him. He pondered this for a moment, then realized that, in fact, he did not own a cat. But when another smooth appendage had started to position his left leg as well, his sleepy curiosity had, all at once, been replaced with earnest concern. He looked downwards, suddenly quite aware that he was standing up, wondering what the heck was moving around in his-
"GAH!!"
What, exactly, he was standing in, he couldn't possibly know. To Fhang, it looked as if there were hundreds of long, slithering gray snakes; slimy and warm, but otherwise featureless. They were exceting some bizarre kind of clear, oily ooze, which had pooled up around him as they caressed his thighs, legs, and footpaws. The naked wox recoiled at the sight, but, looking around himself in a panic, he found that there was nowhere to escape, even if he could manage to break free from the squirming things which held his wrists and legs firmly in place. He appeared to be in some sort of clear, cylindrical capsule, large enough to fit him...comfortably...while allowing room for the other occupants, now vigorisly exploring his lower body, to move about freely. He had no idea what kind of material the container was made out of, but even though it was see-through, the objects that lay beyond it were still blurry and indistinguishable without the aid of his glasses available. All that could be seen outside of his capsule was a sea of fuzzy grey objects. Above him, he noticed in his desperate search for a way out, was a black, metallic lid, sealing him off completely from the bright flouresecent world outside. On the lid there were various little knobs, dials, and screens which looked as if they would be right at home on some mad scientist's computer terminal. He had no idea what the use of these attachments could be, with the exception of a tiny vent for air ventilation, and a large, square indentation, which appeared to be a trap door of sorts, possibly what allowed him to be lowered into this thing in the first place. Fhang, however, was more focused on the immediate threat to him: the gooey, squirming tentacles which he was sharing the capsule with. A few had risen out of the pool beneath him, dripping with slime, tentatively exploring his barren chest. This had elicited a gasp out of the frightened wox, yet it wasn't entirely unwelcome. Above the slithering pile surrounding his legs, the air had the quality of a chilled, sterile laboratory. The warmness of the worm-like appendages, now leaving trails of their clear, oily slime across his chest and arms, wasn't altogether unpleasant. It was like an elaborately orchestrated total massage, given by warm, professional hands. There had to be at least five tentacles now rubbing and stroking his upper body, though he had lost count awhile ago. Two large thick ones straddled his shoulders, almost like the straps of a pair of overalls, coiling around his arms at the end. A third had maneuvered its way in between the two larger ones to hug his waist firmly, yet comfortably. The wox was alarmed when another one began to curl around his neck, but relaxed slightly when its grip felt more like that of a warm scarf than that of a choke hold. Almost as an afterthought, yet another had captured his large, fluffy tail, holding it up towards his back. Meanwhile, everything below his thighs continued to be massaged sensuously. The sensation was amplified by the presence of the warm, clear ooze. Fhang let out a soft moan. What he really wanted to do was to shout, but fear of his voice's close, immediate echo restrained him. It would've sounded far too lonely, and far too desperate. The scene around him was extremely bizarre, yet part of him kind of enjoyed being rubbed down in the way he was. He didn't know if that had something to do with the weird slime now coating his fur or not, but either way he didn't like the fact that some part of him, no matter how deep down, was almost pleased with this unusual predicament. He closed his eyes, and shook his head slowly (somewhat of a challenge due to the tentacle around his neck). It was like he had awoken from one strange dream into an entirely new one. As the tentacles continued to stoke and prod his young body, he kept his eyes shut, sincerely beleiving that this was just another one of his crazy dreams. This was all just to outlandish to be reality. But it all felt so real! The slime, now covering most of his fur, felt so deliciously warm....so complete. In contrast, the cool air surrounding him, sometimes piercing his warm coating of liquid as sections of it dripped off, felt as strikingly real as the cold breeze which often hit him after stepping out of the shower in the morning. And the massage he was experiencing....it was as if the tentacles were tapping into every muscle of his body, subduing them with intense relaxation. The wox let himself melt into the grip of his odd, but friendly cell-mates, allowing another pleased sigh to escape from his mouth. Regardless of whether or not this was dream....it felt pretty damn good! Fhang's relaxed state was broken when one of the tentacles, slithering upwards above the pile, just enough to reach his backside rubbed dangerously close to his tail-hole. He glanced behind him at the mass of tentacles, but, due to his restraints, he wasn't allowed a clear view of this new intruder. "Ooh!" he gasped, when it came back, poking curiously at his behind. The wox was beginning to get worried. Whatever this new tentacle was doing it was definately intentional. The stroking and the caressing felt nice and all, but this was starting to go a little too far. He shivered at the thought of one of the slithering things moving around inside his ass. That was just too much. Yet as his breathing began to quicken, panic overtaking him again, some crazy perverted voice inside of him wondered exactly how it would feel to get fucked by one of those large, slimy tentacles. His rational self imagined it would be horrible. His lower, horny self thought it would be the greatest thing ever. Either way, he would soon be finding out. The frisky tentacle penetrated him without bravado. Fhang had expected it enter slowly and with caution, as the other tentacles had with their whimsical dance upon his body. But Fhang had shouted, eyes wide, when it slid forcefully past his tender flesh, into his ass, stretching him more than he had ever experienced before. "Ooooohh....." His moan was more out of curiosity at this new sensation than it was out of pleasure; although, due to the excessive ammount of lubrication, it wasn't anywhere near as painful as he had feared it would be. In fact, he thought with his eyebrows raised and his mouth agape in a most peculiar expression, as the tentacle pushed further and further into him, that it was actually starting to feel almost pleasant. Slightly...erotic, even. But he wasn't all that horny at the moment, even with being filled by the lusty tentacle. And despite the calming massage he was being given, the questions of what exactly was being done to him, and why continued to frighten him. He still didn't really believe that any of this was actually happening to him and that he was asleep, comfy and cozy within the safety of his bed, but then again, he wondered why everything was felt so clear and real. If this somehow WAS really happening to him, then...what would become of him? Fhang whined, with worried look about his face as the tentacles kept on rubbing, and, now, fucking him as well. The devious part of his mind tried to avert his scary thoughts of what may or may not be reality by coaxing him to concentrate on how good what was being done to him felt. The nervous wox eagerly accepted this notion, preferring to believe that this was just some crazy, but highly realistic, wet-dream instead of a reality in which he was actually getting molested by tentacles. He did have somewhat of a fetish for bondage, so the idea wasn't impossible. So, yes, he had made up his mind. He would stop panicking, and he would let pleasure replace his fear. He choose to ignore the fact that, if this WAS real, then there appeared to be no escape for him whatsoever.
Fhang calmed his nerves the best he could, and emptied his mind of all worry....
All at once, everything just felt...better. Now that he was really focusing on it, Fhang felt every stroke of the tentacles to be even more sensuous and pleasurable than they were before. And the one in his ass, oh God...it was like he was being fucked for the first time. Like the sex he had experienced before was just a prelude to the determined, never-tiring thrusting of the thick, oozing tentacle inside of him. Each time one of them rubbed across his fur, slick with slime, he felt both deeply relaxed and curiously aroused. It was a feeling like no other. Indeed, without the troublesome thoughts of anxiety interrupting, he was finding it easier and easier to succumb to fucking and touching of his new found friends. He let out a shy, restrained moan...ohhh, how good it all felt....He ventured a sly grin, closed his eyes, and moaned even louder. His tail tried to wag in happiness, but all it could do in the tentacles' grasp was twitch. Fhang wasn't incredibly surprised to see, when he looked downwards, that his cock had grown half-hard, and was, at this rate, on the verge of getting a full-on erection. The wox grinned. The thought of this pleased him greatly, as it lead to the possibility that he might be able to orgasm from the increasingly hard thrusting of the tentacle in his rear. He had only ever came from anal sex just once, and while it felt great, he couldn't begin to imagine how amazing it would feel from the expert sex he was being given at the present. Images of his thrashing, cumming body came to his horny mind, and he felt the blood rush down to his groin, building his carnal desire even more. Now even his rational mind was curious to know what such an experience would feel like. Suddenly, the squishing sounds of the tentacles and the wox's soft moans were drowned out by a loud, mechanical whirring noise from above, accompanied by a woosh of fresh, cool air. Fhang looked upwards and saw that the trapdoor he had noticed earlier had opened, revealing a large, menacing device that was being lowered into his capsule from a long, extending arm. It was black, like the lid to his capsule, about a yard long, and looked, he noticed with more than a little concern, rather like some odd gun from an old sci-fi flick. It was attached to the arm by a joint which allowed it "aim" downwards so it could fit through the trapdoor. As it lowered itself just above and in front of Fhang, he was able to get a better view of it. If it was a weapon, it was certainly the strangest weapon he'd ever seen. Its "barrel" consisted of a short, thick tube of what looked like rubber. The very end of it was nubbed, and open, with a vary faint, barely audible sucking sound eminating from it, like a vaccum cleaner on its lowest setting. Attached on the left side of the main, box-like section of the "gun" was a glass container with a small, clear tube running down from it into the barrel. It beeped and whirred mechanically, getting into position for God knows what. All the while, the tentacles worked on Fhang's body without pause. Fhang watched in morbid curiosity as the thing lowered down in front of him, past his face...past this chest, then finally coming to a halt just above his waist. A moment passed when there was nothing but the squishing of the tentacles echoing around him (especially the one screwing him). Then, suddenly the machine kicked into life once more, and, with another mechanical drone, it positioned its barrel slightly upwards, aiming at, he noticed with a apprehensive gulp, right at his crotch. Fhang closed his eyes, not wanting to see whatever horrors this dastardly machine may inflict upon his vulnerable body. Another loud, vibrating hum. It was moving. He prayed that it was moving away, but he knew better. Something terrible was about to happen. He just knew it. This wasn't a dream, it was reality, and he would never escape from this cylindrical prison. It was over. There was nothing to do but wait. Wait for his sure demise. Any second now that machine would begin its slow and painful dissection, or whatever it was going to do. Regardless, he knew it was going to be-
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..............."
Fhang collapsed into the embrace of the tentacles when the barrel of the machine first pressed its rubber nub against the tip of his cock, slick with pre, and then engulfed it completely in its ribbed, also lubricated insides. It conformed completely to his shape, and gripped him harder and deeper than anything he felt before. It felt so firm...so natural...and combined with the tentacles' playful strokes, it felt fucking amazing. Slowly, the machine pressed against him, as much as it possibly could, wanting to consume every inch of his now throbbing length. The expression on his face could've been mistaken for pain, but he what he was feeling was far from that, and instead, was in the realms of pure ecstasy. He couldn't possibly believe it could get any better than this. But when the machine suddenly vaccum-sucked his cock, tugging on it, with a soft "kashunk!", he moaned uncontrollably, and felt himself shudder all over. A moment when the machine just held him in place....eternity....then, "Kashunk!" "ooooooh..." The machine had pressed down on him again with its weight, holding him with such a complete and totally pleasurable grip. The tentacles, meanwhile, continued to please him like they had done from the beginning. "Kashunk!" Fhang's mouth was opened, and his eyelids fluttered. God...this is was just-ooooh-...its just amazing! "Kashunk!" Still keeping a slow pace, the device continued to suck on the young wox with the fervor of an experienced lover. Perhaps even more so! And the tentacle in his ass filled him with just as much skill and precision. There wasn't any sloppiness about it, even if he was dripping with slime. This was sex by the textbook, designed to get him hard and horny, and then milk the seed out of him. Fhang had no idea what the purpose of that could be, but at this point, he didn't care. All that was on his mind was the sweet sound and feel of that machine. "Kashunk!" A thought popped into his mind that, even if this was reality, he wouldn't mind living in it for the rest of his life. This wasn't true, of course, but at the moment, that statement felt just fine and dandy. "Kashunk!" No sex he had ever had was as good as this. To any of his past lovers who would deny this, he suggested that they try this. Their minds would be melting in minutes, just like his was. "Kashunk!" Seconds passed by...or was it minutes? Fhang couldn't tell in his euphoric dilerium. It must've been awhile, though. His moans had vibrated in the snug capsule for what seemed like forever. "Kashunk!" "Oooohhohohhhhh." The machine was sucking on him with tormenting slowness. Pre was oozing out of him now, but it was whisked away instantly, Fhang could see through the eyes of a drunkard, into the glass container on the side of the device. Already there was a substantial amount of his seed sloshing around in there as it shook with each firm, pleasurable- "Kashunk!" Ooooh, it was just too much. He was hornier than he had ever been in his life. He needed to cum. He craved it like a madman. If only this damn thing would go a little faster! "Kashunk!" The device ignored his wishes, continuing to tease him with its long, hard slurps to his cock. It couldn't be swayed by pleading or moaning. It would keep milking him as it saw fit, changing only when the time was right. "Kashunk!" "ahhhhhhgod......"
"Kashunk!......Kashunk!" Suddenly, the machine increased its pace. Fhang giggled, eyes wide, eager to be pleased. "Kashunk!......Kashunk!" "Ughhh........" "Kashunk!......Kashunk!" "oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh......." "Kashunk!......Kashunk!" Coherent thoughts that tried to come into his conciousness were lost in his pleasure. The wox's tounge rolled out of his mouth, hanging limp to one side. "Kashunk!......Kashunk!" "Gaaahh...." He had tried to say "God", but the word didn't quite make it. Words were useless to him. Who would hear him, but the machine? "Kashunk!......Kashunk!" The contraption sucked on him like a straw. It was so intense...so absolutely pleasurable. "Kashunk!......Kashunk!" The tentacle in his ass was thrusting even harder now, adding to the chorus of lewd noises with a loud "schmack!" after each thrust. "Kashunk!......Kashunk!" "ooooooooooooohhahhh...." "Kashunk!......Kashunk!" "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm......"
"Kashunk!...Kashunk!....Kashunk!" Even faster now. Fhang's eyes rolled. He wouldn't be able to take this for too much longer. The desire to cum was burning in him like a fire. "Kashunk!...Kashunk!....Kashunk!" Soooooooooo............goooooooooooood........it was as if the machine were sucking more than just his cock...but his entire being. It wasn't just his cock getting milked. It was HIM.
"Kashunk!...Kashunk!...Kashunk!...Kashunk!..Kashunk!" Something was happening. The tentacles' rubbing and fucking suddenly had increased their pace and their vigor enormously. Moans from the wox came almost almost with every suckle of the machine. Everything had become tense...eager...
"Kashunk!...Kashunk!...Kashunk!...Kashunk!..Kashunk!" Cum was what the machine wanted, and Fhang was more than willing to give it.
"Kashunk!...Kashunk!...Kashunk!...Kashunk!..Kashunk!" Orgasm was in the air.
"Kashunk!...Kashunk!..Kashunk!.Kashunk!.Kashunk!" The machine was going into overdrive. "Kashunk!.Kashunk!.Kashunk!.Kashunk!" And so were the tentacles."Kashunk!.Kashunk!.Kashunk!.Kashunk!.Kashunk!.Kashunk!.Kashunk!Kashunk!." Ohhh....fuuckkk......"Kashunk!.Kashunk!.Kashunk!."
This was it. Fhang felt his orgasm building...building...building..
Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk- Ooooooghh!Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Ahhhahhahhhh!...-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-
The machine bore down on his throbbing flesh, bouncing up and down maddeningly. The tentacles simultaneously stopped moving, and held him firmly in place, ready for the thrashing that would soon being. The tentacle in his ass pounded him like a jackhammer.
Fhang....Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-tensing his muscles-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-not intelligent words coming from his mouth, but the sounds of a dying animal-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-was about to let it all pour out of him-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-Kashunk-He was going to-
CUM.
Fhang's seed exploded out of him in long, thick bursts, sucked immediately away by the machine, into its container, sloshing violently as it filled to its capacity. As was predicted by the tentacles, his body began to squirm and twist within their grip, but he was kept in his place, allowing the machine to milk his cock as long as it needed to. Everything was going according to plan. The tentacle in the wox's ass fucked in perfect unison with the milking of the machine, and the cum was gobbled up without a single drop going to waste. Pure efficiency. Pin-point precision in an act that is normally so messy. The perfection of sex...arousing the wox first psychologically, then physically...every stroke, every thrust, every suck, programmed to stimulate and set a subject to orgasm. Fhang (still thrashing about in the thrall of the milker and tentacles) just one out of many to come before him, and many to come after. The wox's moans were nearly as loud as the kashunck! of the machine. He had given up squirming, and resigned to just standing there, helpless, wave after wave of pleasure pulsing through his body, and out into the receptical of the milker. He had never felt so much pleasure....the machine milked cum out of him, yes, but it also milked ecstasy...bliss! The sensation was beyond comprehension.
Minutes went by before the machine finally came to a slow halt, leaving Fhang panting and exhausted. If it wasn't for the support of the tentacles, he would've just collapsed. This was more than just natural exhaustion, though. He was about to pass out. Perhaps, in the confusion, he was somehow drugged? But the wox didn't care. Sleep was welcome, after such an episode. His eyes grew heavier and heavier, and he thought well, that was just alright. If this was just a dream, then maybe he would wake up in his bed. Or, he let out a long, tired yawn, maybe this was reality. Then at least, he'd be here with the milker. A content sigh left his muzzle as his head tilted downwards, drooping towards his slime-covered chest. A sleepy grin appeared across his face. His eyes were closed now, and that was ok. Soon, he'd be drifting...drifting...with thoughts of his milking session leaving behind pleasant memories like an aftertaste.. Fhang fell limp into the array of tentacles...Slowly...conciousness began to fade away once more...he felt himself being raised...high into the air...all feeling leaving his body...now, there was only,
Floating...