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The night wore on. 20 minutes ago, a wolf cub named Ben had been assaulted by tentacles; all of them were solid green. One tentacle was more transparent than the rest, and that one wrapped and engulfed the pup's member, using his orgasm as a means to take over his body. The sign that it happened was his eyes turning green. 5 minutes after that, he snuck into his father's room. Since the tentacles was on the small member and needed to engulf the larger wolf's next, the pup simply pressed both their members together and the tentacle frottage them together. It ultimately ended with the father having the same colored eyes.

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Now both of them were walking down the hallway, both of them held each other's hand. The transparent tentacle was still engulfed around the father's member. The son's member was still out, though most of it had re-sheathed.

The father stopped at his daughter's door and slowly opened it. Tentacles followed the boy and the father as they walked in the room. Emily was her name, dressed in an onesy; she was about 3 years younger than Ben. The father sat on the bed next to her and uncovered her body. Ben climbed up and sat next to his sister.

She gave a few soft murrs as she was turned by the father to her side. He unzipped her onesy. She further grunted as her arms as pulled from her sleeves. Her eyes opened to her brother's face and she felt her one clothing slip from her feet-paws. She looked down to see her father. He smiled at her, giving her a light kiss on her forehead.

Emily rubbed her eyes, her ears perked and twitched as her panties were being pulled down. Sleepily, she opened her eyes to see her father removing them, pulling them free from her body. That's when she noticed something between her father's legs. It was green wrapped around something red. Before she could think about it though, the father leaned down again, kissing her cheek, giving it a light peck. Now her thighs was grabbed and pushed apart slightly. "Don't be afraid." The father said to his daughter. "It won't hurt."

He leaned back and started to reposition himself. Emily went to move to her hand-paws but her brother held onto her hands, not so much her wrists, more like holding them back. She looked back down as her body started to lift. Her eyes were fixated on between her legs. Getting closer and closer was the red thing between her father's legs.

Even her young mind had a sudden realization. If he kept inching forward, he would be putting that on her and she did not want it on her. Even though it wasn't an instant, she squirmed and then broke free. The holds her father and brother had on her were light, making it easy for her to break away. She jumped off her bed and ran out the door for the hallway; somehow the tentacles missed every lunge at her.

She ran to her mother's door and went to open it. But the door was locked. She yelled out, trying to get her mother awake. Suddenly something wrapped around her ankles. She squealed with fright and looked down. Two green tendrils were wrapped around her ankles and then gave a sharp pull, tripping her. Her claws dug carpet as she was pulled back, screaming, back down the hallway.

The pup could only watch as her doorway appeared in view again. She saw her father's hand paws reach down and grab her arms, where her elbows was and pulled her up straight, while the tentacles pulled her legs apart. She squirmed, tears rolling down her face in her confusion. She still struggled and looked down to see her brother put his hand paws on her thighs, holding her legs apart.

She was being lowered now. The transparent tendril was riding upwards on the wolf's shaft, so the tip of the tentacle met the tip of his member. Ben pressed his exposed member against the transparent tendril and it pulled his shaft sharply, roughly, against his father's. Emily continued to be lowered, the tendril, with two penises pointing right at her slit.

Her struggling was persistent. The father held firmly this time though against all of her cries. He did try to calm her down with his voice. But it didn't help. He opening finally touched the tentacle first and it shot upwards, making her gasp out loud. The son grinded against his father, thrusting hard upwards, being the first of the males to push his penis into his sister's open slit. Then the father followed, but only their tips were inside her. They did not want to harm her.

Squeezing and sucking the two males, while pumping and working the young female pup, the tendril wiggled inside her. The wolves moan out vocally. The female struggled as her breathing deepened. The father brought her paws together and held bother her arms with one hand. He was breathing heavily, lost in the pleasure. Emily's body rocked. The father was thrusting, rocking both of the cubs.

His other paw lay on her chest, feeling her heart pound, her deep breaths and vocal exhales. The father leaned back slowly and took the two pups with him. Emily was lying on his belly. Ben leaned forward to lay hi head on Emily's chest. Now his paws left her thighs and rested on his father's hips. The tentacles let go of her ankles and her father released both her arms, which was brought down and clasped onto her brother's back fur. Putting his paws on her shoulders, the father continued to thrust, rocking both the cubs.

As the tentacle continued to play with her insides, drawing closer to the end, he legs twitched and jerked around with her tail. Her eyes were almost locked at the ceiling with her vision blurred. Emily could try and escape again. Her father was holding her shoulders, keeping her in place, while he brother was lying on top of her, arms wrapped around her stomach and squeezing against their father's waist. With her own paws on her brother's back, as already mentioned.

But Emily was not fighting for escape. This was not hurting her. Her moans, quivering body, pounding heart and jerks that moved with the pleasure showed she had given up trying to escape. Her legs wanted to clench though as every muscle began to lock up. Her moans grew louder and louder. She could feel her brother locking in place and her father's thrusts became more jerking. Emily was lost in the ecstasy of the pleasure which heightened and grew.

She held a long breath, finally pushing her hips and then let out a loud scream. Her eyes were dilated and wide open. Her body spasmed under her brother. Her scream was met with Ben's own orgasmic scream as both the cubs was in mid-scream, the father joined in, giving a howlful moan. His and Ben's orgasmic fluid shot into the tentacles, only instead of being sucked away, the tendril shot their orgasmic fluids farther up her body.

Emily squeezed her brother's back, feeling herself clam on the tentacle. She tried her hardest to close her legs, which squeezed her brother's waist. Ben pulled and hugged hard, which pressed both the cubs at the father's belly. The father was squeezing her shoulders. During her entire orgasm, her eyes changed from brown to green, they remained opened and finished shortly after her orgasm was over and the pleasure subsided.

Every one of the wolves let each other go as they heaved and caught their breaths. Ben rolled off his sister, sitting by his father who removed his hand paws from her shoulders. She sat up on his lap as he did and pulled his member from her and the transparent tentacle. She giggled, looking down at it curiously.

All the wolves got up. Hand paws in hand paws; they went to greet their mother to show her the gift.

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