# Cubinioa -3- Not-a-thulu Author: BunnyBoy Tags: Anal, Bunny, Cub, Dog, Fox, Gay, Horse, Male, Mouse, Oral, Squirrel, tentacle rape #3 of Cubinioa Part three of my interactive story project and the first part open for voting on SoFurry so feel free to vote for the next chapter Also found herehttps://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=250436 also feel free to enter the Character Contest rules can be found on the above inkbunny page Part Three - Not-a-thulu   charge after the mouse  2 votes Have Bukk and Dept try to free Az   2 votes  Dub, and Mas try to blast the door  0 votes Dub and Mas try to find another way 0 votes   That's a tie... I was tempted to have a tie breakers vote but not sure how it would work,  so...     Bukk Pulls his rifle up to his shoulder and sights on the slimy tentacle that's started to wrap around Az.  He shouts back over his shoulder at the bunny  "Stop that mouse!"  He fires the beam of angry read light striking the tentacle but only making the thick goo sizzle and steam.   Pleaser in hand Dept takes off at a run.  Dodging left and ring as the dripping tendrils shout forward trying to intercept him.  He can't let them get in his way.  Out of the corner of his eyes though he spots some of the boys that have been captured,  the thick pendulous appendage pumping in  and out off stretched rumps.   No he has a mission and he dare not fail,  even if id does look like fun.   Azz tries to worm free.  Hell the tentacle that has him is covered in the slickest stuff known to cubs he should be able to slip free no problem.   But what ever these things came from was no stranger to struggling cubs.  One loop went over his shoulder,  before wrapping around his body, and on the next coil coming up under his armpit.  It had coiled about his torso several times but he could have slid out backwards if not for the pressure  od the head pressing up under his rump.  Lifted into the air the little horse tries to focus on  the shaft of the tendril.  Holding his dong rifle one handed, his left pinned under a coil he takes careful aim.  But with a surge the tip of the tentacle will not be denied and while it meets resistance there but not even the colts mighty ass muscles are a match for that tapered tip coated in the best lube Omega Compound could produce.   Bukk takes cover behind a piles of quivering tweenies,  The older boys writhe on the deck moaning  and panting gripping each others robes as each one has a thick phallic like coil pumping up into them.  Bukk rests his elbows on the top most boy, a 12 year old ferret, who while shuddering under the anal assault does provide a some what stable shooting platform.  His shots don't  seem to be doing much good though,  the coating on the tentacles is just to thick,  if he could hold the beam on one spot he was sure he could burn through the coating no problem but the damn things wouldn't stop moving.   He leans forward putting more weight on the ferret in front of him.  The dog doesn't care about the bystanders, he's sure they are no innocents.  They all wear the same blue robes as that mouse,  they are all in on it together he just knows it.  It's only there fist day on the job and he knows he's almost got this case cracked wide open.  He tries to ignore the mutterings and moaning beneath him as he sights down the barrel one more time.   The pink rabbit makes it to the stairs and down's pause to catch his breath he fires off a quick shot as his feet touch down on the bottom stair.  The light blue stream of energy flashes up the stairs,  coming so close to one of those round black ears that the mousse fur stands on end.  The target squeaks loudly  rounding the corner still heading up.  "You aren't supposed to be here."  Wails  the mouse as the bunny hurries up the stairs after him.   Az's eyes cross as he feels the cold tip of the tentacle stretch him wide open.  His finger spasms on the trigger prematurely ejecting a dong.  The recoil rips the gun from the horses paw as well.  He barely notices.  Now Az has been fucked,  everyone had most in the compound wouldn't have even understood the concept behind a virgin,  But it had been a long time for the colt as he much preferred to be stretching out some other fur's ass end.  So it came as a shock.  He recovered in time to see the dong miss the base of the tendril and detonate with a wet plop deep inside the lube.  The then returned to struggling against the coiling invader.  It was cold and the tentacle was hard but it was already deep inside him  thrusting into his oh so tight hole.  Despite himself the horse was getting hard even as he kicked a steel shod hood at the thing he had to admit it did feel good.   Mas and Dub amble down the corridor.  They had taken there time letting the fox have a second can of Spoo figuring it's only been a few minutes they'll catch up easily.   That thought dies a quick death though as they run into an emergency shutter blocking the corridor.  They can hear the sound of some sort of muffled commotion on the other side.  "Ohhh this can't be good"  Mutters Mas.   Bukk misses the tentacle completely on the next shot.  "Liver spots!"  he swears fumbling to replace his spent powerpack with a fresh one.  He feels a something cold just then.   It's a nose,  from in the pile one of the boys while muttering about the smooth glide, and friction trigger warming sensation had noticed the dog's boner.  He nuzzles at Bukk's thong pushing it aside and before the poodle can stop him a pair of lips have wrapped around the puppy's red rocket.  The warm wet lips suckle on the dog working at him with a need that belies the emergency going on.  The poodle frowns and tries to concentrate as he feels the charge building in his rifle as well as his groin.  He takes careful aim,  and pulls the trigger.  The poodle howls as he discharges both of his weapons,  one merely coating some terrorists tonsils, but the other hits a thin patch of lube and the tentacle shudders.  There is a shower of sparks, and smoke.  "It's a machine!?"  he gasps, still pumping out into a hungry muzzle.   The mouse is almost to the control room but Dept is in hot pursuit.  He still can't get a clear shot but it's not for lack of trying.  Another quick shot, this on clips the mouse's shoulder causing his to stager and emits a startled and rather husky moan.   He's slowed but not stopped as he stumbles through the control room door.  "Intruders, we've got to stop..."  And that's all he can get out as the nest bolt of blue strikes him square in the back.  The mouse's eyes roll up into his head and with grunted exclamation he empties his balls right there.  The thick splatters plaster the front of his robes and splash across the deck as he falls forward with a thud.  Standing over the still cumming mouse stands the pink bunny breathing hard from the run and brandishing the Pleaser at the boys in the control room.     Az sways precariously on his perch.  The damaged tentacle swinging erratically around the round as the pistoning motion into his ass becomes less steady.  As is swing it mashes into his prostate hard and with a whinny the dangerous age enforcement officer fires off volley after volley of sticky seed down to the factory floor.  The tentacle finally seems to give out, almost collapsing to the deck.  Instead of crashing down though the metal coil slows at the last moment giving a twitch and a flick to the colts prostate before setting him on the ground.   The shutters raise quickly, and the sirens stop blaring.  Mas and Dub look shocked at the sprawled bodies on the floor, the shell shocked looks on Az's face, and Bukk drooling a bit as he glares about with his rifle at the ready.  "Did we miss a party?" asks the stunned squirrel.   Frustrated the pink rabbit steps out of the steps leading down from the control room.  He marches right over to Bukk not even seeming to notice how the dog has to pull himelf out of a tweenies mouth.  "We fucked up.  Nothing is happening here."   "What are you talking about this was obviously a trap."  Barks the poodle.   "No it wasn't I checked the records.  This happens every day normaly those tentacles are submerged as part of the mixing system but twice a day this happens."  Dept points at a gecko worming off a metal probe.  "We stumbled into one of the quality control tests fearless leader.  Apparently the guards outside were supposed to warn any visitors but some one didn't listen."  He sniffs and matches over to help Az to his feet.  The horse hobbles to the exit  as the chastened poodle sulks after them.   As they head out Mas almost whimpers, "What do we do now?"   With a grimace Az says "Well we could..."   Choices for the next adventure Vote on a new leader? 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