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I absolutely loved days like this. To me, the hot, summer air of July was vastly preferable to the cold, winter months, and on top of it all, I had gotten to spend the entire day thus far with my boyfriend. Bucky's white paw hung at my side, intertwined with my grey one as we walked, the sand feeling oh so pleasant between my toes.

I'm sure it would have been a picture-perfect sight to anyone passing by. Two hunky wolves spending the end of a hot day walking down the beach as the sun was just beginning to set? Few things could be more adorable, if you ask me. And Buck looked especially adorable, I thought as I looked over - muzzle turned up in a big grin, tail wagging softly behind him, and ears perking and roaming as they picked up the sounds around him. Of course, there were really just the sounds of the ocean's waves and a few seagulls occasionally; we had been walking for a while, and in addition to it getting to be later than most people generally went to the beach, we had made it to a relatively secluded stretch of sand. We could see some furs off in the distance, but for the most part, we were alone. I didn't mind, though. I could live with being alone with this particular wolf for quite some time.

What I couldn't live with, however, was the sweat. It affected me in the summer more than it affected Buck, I suppose, because of my grey fur. His dazzlingly white coat reflected the sun's rays and always seemed impeccable, even after almost an hour of being in the sun - and he was even the one carrying the backpack with our shirts and shoes! My coat was in less pristine condition, the heat causing me to pant and sweat into my fur, matting it down in places. Obviously, Buck seemed to have taken notice of this and gave me a little chuckle when he turned to me.

"Heh, you look pretty worn out. Been slacking at the gym lately, hon?" he said as he jokingly patted my abdomen with his free paw.

"Oh, that MUST be it," I responded with a quick flex that put a wider smile on his muzzle. "I'm just hot. Really hot."

"Well, I already knew that, but thanks for the reminder," he laughed. "But you know, it's not exactly sunset yet, and I'm sure the water's still pretty warm.. you wanna take a dip before we head back to the car?"

That actually sounded lovely, and I told him so. The salt water would be a bitch to get out of my fur later, but it was nothing a nice shower couldn't fix. The ocean was much closer than my bathroom currently was, and it did look pretty tantalizing.

"Okay then! I suppose this is as good a spot as any," my wolf said before he dropped the backpack down just where we had stopped walking and started scurrying over to the water's edge before dipping a footpaw in the shallowest part. "Ooooh, feel's niiiice!" he called back.

I rushed to join him, but he was a little too eager to get in the water and was a few steps ahead of me by the time I got to the water. I watched him wade in and skillfully jump some of the breakers before flopping down into the water and paddling a little further out. I followed suit, and some of the warm, salty water splashed my face along the way. A little even got in my muzzle, but its salty taste didn't bother me. I rushed to get past the breaking waves around me as he had, and then attempted to run as fast as the waist-deep water would allow me to catch up to Buck.

Naturally, when I got close enough, my first move was to growl playfully and pounce him, sending us both crashing down under the water.

"Pbbthh, GAWD, honey! So immature!" he yelled as I laughed and watched him spit out water.

"Sorry, you shouldn't have yelped when I tackled you!"

"I was surprised!"

"What, think it was someone else? I'm pretty sure we're the only furs around for miles."

"Wow, I guess you're right," Buck said, looking around. I guessed he had been too lost in the moment before to notice our solitude. He gave me this cute coy look and a smile came to his muzzle again. "So, what are you going to do now that you have me all to yourself?"

I didn't think he really expected me to, but I came in for a kiss regardless. Honestly, how could I resist a face like that? I slid closer to him in the water and wrapped my arms around his lower back, hidden from view. He responded by wrapping his around my upper back and tilting his muzzle right while we closed our eyes and locked together.

Tender kisses were nice, but didn't seem to last long with us, especially when we were already mostly without clothes. The feel of his hard body up against mine and his fur in my paws usually got to me before long. I pulled him closer to me and my lips parted as my tongue probed and began to explore the hot wetness of his muzzle. I was already familiar with the sensations We broke the kiss only to change the positions of our muzzles, and even though we were both canines, I could have sworn I heard him purr. Maybe it was just a deep rumble of pleasure - I couldn't really tell, I was a bit preoccupied. His hands roamed over my muscled back and I ground our hips together as my cock began to unsheathe under the thin fabric of my swimming trunks. The rumbling in his chest intensified.

I felt his hips jerk suddenly towards mine, making me moan, and I assumed it was because he was getting turned on, too; I could definitely feel a cock-shaped obtrusion down there. But, soon, he gasped and did it again, breaking the kiss for a second as he humped.

"Ahh, hey! Bad puppy! We're not doing that here!" he chastised me.

"Wait, do what?" I asked. "I was just kissing you. And you seemed to be enjoying it," I smirked.

"Well, yeah, but my tailhole! Quit playin' with it! We can't do it here, even though it doesn't look like anyone's around right now."

"...Buck, I wasn't rubbing your tailhole."

"Yeah you are, you're doing it right now! ....ahh! Stoppit!"

I separated my paws, which had been locked together on his lower back for the entirety of our making out, firmly planting them on his sides so he knew I wasn't doing anything naughty with them.

"Oh..." He froze and his eyes stared straight at mine. "What... the.. fuUUAAH!"

Just like that, my wolf became a blur and disappeared under the water. I only had about half a second of complete silence to ponder what exactly the hell had just occurred before the water broke a few feet in front of me. A loud splash drenched my chest and face in water as Bucky came literally flying out of the ocean, footpaws first. His arms were flailing and he had apparently never finished the scream he had started before he was dragged under.

So THAT'S what was teasing his hole.

Bucky was pulled forcefully from the water by what I could only describe as a pair of long, thick tentacles that had wrapped themselves a few times around each of his ankles. They were dark - almost pitch black, even - but still looked fleshy to the touch. They jutted out of the water about twenty feet in front of me, seemingly about three inches in diameter at their widest near the water, though they got substantially thinner closer to where they held my boyfriend's ankles. I didn't dare make a move toward where they originated. Who knew what could be under there? Honestly, I was still in shock at the scene playing out in front of me, the wet, slippery looking tentacles locking onto my wolf tight, who by now had gotten his wits about him enough to try and fight his way out of his new restraints.

"Holy shit, BUCK!" I yelled, as soon as I could gather my senses and realized this wasn't some crazy dream.

"AHHHH! HEEEEELP!" came his frantic reply, as he continued flailing around in midair. Well, I wasn't going to stand there in the water doing nothing, that was for sure. I ran forward a couple steps (if you could call it running in water that deep) and used my momentum to try and leap up in the air to grab Bucky's outstretched paw. This... creature must have sensed me coming - or seen me, if it had eyes underwater - because no sooner had I tried to jump than the tentacles latched around ankles pulled back sharply. Buck let out a shrill yelp at the sudden movement and I missed his paw by inches.

When I was a pup, around ten or eleven years old, I used to go bodysurfing with my dad. I remember the first time a big wave had really swallowed me whole and knocked me around when I didn't quite catch it with my board correctly. For a brief second, I'd thought I might drown, but then I had remembered that we were surrounded by tourists and people enjoying the sun and the sand, and there were at least two lifeguards in sight in case something had gone horribly wrong.

Now there was no one. No tourists, and definitely no lifeguard.

I guessed now I had an idea of why this part of the beach was so empty.

My heart sank when I realized how alone we really were, but a split second after the tentacles yanked my boyfriend higher into the air, I had another thought: PHONES! Bucky and I never left the house without our phones! They were thirty feet away from the edge of the water, right in the backpack we had left in the sand! I could call the police, or animal control, or _some_one! It was like a lightbulb had turned on over my head, and I pulled the fastest one-eighty the water would allow before pushing off hard with one footpaw and making a dash for it.

...I made it a whole two strides before I felt something warm and slippery wrap hard around one of my ankles and I face-planted into the water. I guess the tentacles had gotten tired of my antics. "If we're going to die, I just hope this thing finishes us off quickly," was the one thought that went through my mind as I slowly rose up out of the water to stand right where the tentacle had stopped me in my tracks.

The tentacle being made no move to stop me from standing, though as soon as I regained my composure, another tentacle quickly wrapped around my other ankle and there I stood, firmly planted in the sand under waist-deep water. "Come on," I thought, "How many of these things does it have?"

The answer, apparently, was a lot more, because during my thwarted escape I had missed some action overhead. I suppose it was fortunate that there were more tentacles (was I really thinking that?), as Bucky was no longer dangling upside-down above the water in front of me. Three more had shot up out of the water and similarly wrapped themselves to the three limbs that had been waving around desperately, and he had been turned right side up in the process. He looked down at me from where he was hanging, arms and legs spread to his sides, and I looked up from where I was firmly rooted to the sand by a pair of tentacles. We locked eyes for a moment and I saw pure terror in his. He had stopped screaming, and I think we had both realized that any hope of a surprise rescue had long since faded.

"W...what is this thing? What does it want with me? With US?" It sounded like he was about to cry with fear, and it broke my heart. If only I could break out of my new shackles to rescue him.

"Buck, I have no idea. Just relax. I think if it wanted to kill us, it would have done so already."

I tried to take my own advice and took some deep breaths. Two more thin tentacles rising out of the water directly under Buck broke my concentration, and my eyes widened.

"Oh god, are there MORE? There are more, aren't there!?" He was panicking again, and I saw him wriggle helplessly, only successfully moving his hips and tail, limbs locked in place where he hung. "Eeeewww, they feel so weird! Why is this happening to meeee?" he asked to no one in particular as the two tentacles began snaking their way up his legs. The tentacles, of course, offered no answer, though I was surprised at where they were headed.

Right up his swim trunks.

I saw the tips of the tentacles peer out from his waistband on either side of him before they each pulled away from his body, stretching his shorts. Were these things just made of pure muscle? It wasn't too far-fetched, I supposed. It wasn't like I had any previous experience with giant tentacles. The two in Buck's shorts pulled and pulled, and the thin fabric of his shorts could only take so much. With a loud riiiiiiiiiip, I watched as they tore into pieces and floated to the ocean, where they began to drift away with the tide.

"What. The. FUCK? I LIKED those!" The anger in Bucky's tone was evident despite the absurdity of the whole situation, and it was accompanied by more helpless wriggling. I was simply baffled. What was the point of all this? The two slender tentacles that had left my boyfriend hanging nude in midair, white-furred sheath and balls on full display, had receded back into the water. I thought we would again be left with only the tentacles holding our limbs, but I was wrong. Another, thicker, black appendage quickly rose out of the water, taking the place of the two that had left.

The tentacles gripping my boyfriend's limbs worked in tandem then, lowering him closer to water level. The ones holding his wrists also pulled him back so he was reclining back, looking at the sky. Of course, his limbs were still spread apart and he was a good few feet farther than I could reach even if I leaned all the way forward, but at least it seemed more comfortable. I wondered what the tentacles had planned now that he was more or less at eye level with me, until...

"Wow."

That was all I could say as the ankle-tentacles on Buck tugged outward hard and his legs spread, giving me an eyeful of his tailhole, previously hidden between his gorgeous white-furred butt cheeks, balls hanging down above it.

"Are you seriously enjoying the view right now?" He sounded legitimately pissed, and my grey cheeks briefly flushed red with shame. "I still have no idea what the fuck this thing wants with me, and now I'm just naked and exposed to the whole damn world!"

He had a point, but at the moment, he was just exposed to me. And the tentacles. Speaking of them, I was beginning to have a suspicion that I knew what their motive was.

My suspicion was confirmed when another tentacle rose from the water and slowly snaked its way to Buck's outstretched legs. "I guess it wasn't exactly an accident that these things were touching his tailhole earlier," I thought to myself. And then the realization that my boyfriend was about to be raped by who-knows-what hit me like a ton of bricks. He was going to be taken by this tentacle, and there wasn't a thing I could do about it but look on in horror.

The tentacle hung between his legs, black and slimy and ominous, before hovering ever closer to the puckered hole staring right at me.

"Buck," I said.

"Yeah?"

"Try to relax."

"How? What are they do-uuuuuuuhhhhh.." a low rumbling came from the suspended wolf as the tentacle appeared to ejaculate some white liquid between his legs, matting his fur and making the flesh of his hole glisten. Did it cum? It seemed to come out of the tip, but I couldn't be sure. Either way, the first few inches of the tentacle itself were covered in the stuff, and now my wolf's most intimate parts were, too.

A very dirty part of me wondered what it felt like.

Right now, the two of us had bigger things to worry about. Specifically Buck, because it looked like the dripping black flesh was lining up to perform unspeakable acts on him. The tip was very thin, but the tentacle gradually got wider with length, and seemed to average out to about the girth of my cock. I supposed that the silver lining of watching my boyfriend get raped by some tentacle monster was that it didn't look like it was going to be painfully stretching him at least.

Without warning, the tip of the tentacle jumped forward aggressively and hit its mark on the first try, sinking four or so inches directly into my wolf's unprepared tailhole.

"Uuuughhh, holyshit. Oh god, Christian, I'm so sorry!"

"There's nothing you can do about it, and it's got both my ankles. Trust me, I'd save you if I could. Can I.. suggest something?" I asked.

"Uunf.. huh? What?" he replied weakly as the tentacle pulled out to the tip and thrust back in, adding an extra inch this time.

"Maybe... try to enjoy it?"

"Oh my GOD, these are tentacles!! How in the WORLD would I enjoOOH SHIIIIT YEAH," he moaned and I could see him throw his head back in pleasure.

I guess the tentacle had found his prostate.

The wolf in front of me started writhing in ecstasy as the muscly, black intruder applied more pressure to his p-spot. Bucky was always a sucker for a finger placed at just the right area, and I couldn't imagine this was much different. His moans got louder as he got a little more unashamed of enjoying the treatment the inside of his muscled rump was getting. I also had a perfect view of his sheath, which started showing some activity. The tapered, red tip of his cock began peaking out as Buck was assaulted by six or so inches of skillfully-maneuvering tentacle, and it wasn't long before the rest of his cock followed suit. I had to admit, even just standing in the water as an observer, that it was a stirring scene. His cute little moans coupled with a prime view of the tentacle working in and out of his hole were already starting to cause a bulge in my own shorts underwater.

Another tentacle, roughly the same size as the first, took my attention for a brief moment as it placed itself near Buck's current assailant and began tickling his hole. It seemed to apply some steady pressure as the first continued its ministrations, and before long, the thin tip slipped right in. The two developed a sort of rhythm, teasing the rim of his hole one minute before alternating thrusts a few inches deeper. Then they'd hold back and tug at the sides of his hole, stretching him and working him open. The sight of him stretching around the two appendages coupled with the lewd squelches coming from the thrusting was indescribably hot. I had _never_gotten such a prime view of his tailhole being used when I was the one using it.

"Ohhhfuck, this feels good. Are you.. ahh!.. sure you don't mind?"

"Definitely not," I said earnestly. "You look so damn hot like this." Soon, the tentacles pulled out with a wet slurp and left his hole gaping slightly in front of me, dripping with whatever cum-like substance they kept excreting inside him. The sight of it was simply too much. My shorts were tented terribly and I figured that as long as I had control of my arms, I might as well enjoy the show properly. Unfortunately, the tentacles seemed to have other plans, and just as I finished pulling my shorts down my legs enough for my red, engorged cock to bounce out underwater, two tentacles came out of nowhere and roughly wrapped around my hands, pinning them behind my back.

Well, now this was just torture.

Speaking of torture, the tentacles seemed to have more in store for my boyfriend. The two tentacles that had been working him over previously had disappeared back underwater, to be replaced by another. It was the same fleshy black as the others, but this one was thick. It started thin, of course, but about three inches down, it looked thicker than the last two combined, roughly two and a half inches in diameter. I wondered if I could even wrap my paw around its girth and I could only hope, for Buck's sake, that the first two had gotten him nice and wet in there.

I watched, my own cock longing for attention, as Buck's whole body jumped in its restraints and a jolt of pleasure looked to shoot through him when the first inch or so shoved itself inside.

"MMMmmmmmmm," came a deep rumbling from his throat as he was penetrated again, lewdly spread out for my viewing pleasure. "Ohh, this one seems bigger," he said, almost sounding worried when three or four inches roughly shoved themselves inside his stretched hole.

My cock throbbed and my balls ached. "Heh, nothing you haven't dealt with before." This tentacle went deeper too, it seemed, maybe about eight or nine inches into his ass before starting its own rhythm of thrusting.

"Ahh.. ah.. ohhhgodyeah..." came his light cries of pleasure while wet squelching and slurping from his used tailhole accompanied him and his tail went rigid with pleasure.

This went on for a while, making my boyfriend's dick throb wildly atop his belly and my own begin dripping pre into the water. Oh, how I wished I could grab it and go to town. Suddenly, while I was enjoying the sights and sounds of the tentacle-fucking going on in front of me, I saw Buck's eyes snap open again and his head was thrown back.

"Oohhhhhh, FUCK that's DEEP."

I guess this tentacle had more than a stretching in store for the wolf. The thrusting continued and I tried to pinpoint a spot on the black, fleshy meat. DAMN. If I had any sense of length in my lust-clouded mind, it looked like over a foot of tentacle was being forced into my wolf's hole with each thrust. The tentacles seemed to have done a good job squirting their fluids inside him, though, because he was taking it like a pro, moaning loudly nearly constantly.

Then, in one thrust, it didn't pull back.

More and more of the thick meat kept coming out of the water under his hole, and it kept getting thicker as it shoved itself deep inside. His hole was stretched wide enough to fit my fist in there when it seemed to reach a peak, and when I glanced up, I could see Buck's stomach bulge out where I assumed the tentacle bottomed out somewhere in his guts.

"Holy shit, I can feel it in there... It's so far insidemmMMPH," he had been cut off as another, similarly sized tentacle quickly rose out of the water, over his head and shoved itself down his muzzle mid-sentence.

"MmmmmmMPH! Mmm! MMMM!" came his muffled cries of pleasure as a massive amount of tentacle was shoved repeatedly into his bowels. The tentacle was giving him a deep, rough fucking, and the one tunneling down his throat didn't seem to be letting up either. My cock pulsed along with his, and my knot was fully formed even though I hadn't even gotten to touch it yet.

On one particularly deep thrust, I saw Buck's tailhole pulse while the tentacle itself seemed to thicken repeatedly as if it was pumping something. I looked up to his belly to see the familiar bulge of the deep intruder, and watched as the bulge began getting even bigger. Was this thing CUMMING inside him? I had to assume so, as his belly continued to distend and I could hear a faint gulping coming from the other end of his body. I felt bad for him; this thing was filling him up to the brim and then some, and he hadn't even gotten to touch himself yet, his own cock throbbing needily as it steadily dripped pre. I guess we were in the same boat there.

Without warning, the cumming stopped. Both black, slippery tendrils pulled themselves roughly out of either side of him, the one in his tailhole leaving him gaping enough for a small flood of cum to follow it out.

"mmmmAAAUH," came from his muzzle, followed by a good amount of coughing and sputtering. I could see more of the liquid leave his muzzle, proof that his stomach was filled from both sides. I didn't have much time to think about it, though, before the tentacles holding him up suddenly moved his whole body right toward me. They flipped him over so his legs were still spread, but his loose hole was right in my face like in a doggystyle position. His tail drooped off to one side, but another small tentacle appeared to grab it and yank it upward while I glanced at the sizeable belly he had, full of cum and hanging down beneath him.

I guess the tentacles wanted me to finally take part in the action, and seeing as how I still couldn't move my arms or legs, I figured I knew exactly what they wanted me to do. I definitely wasn't complaining as I moved my muzzle right between his matted, white cheeks and inhaled his musk. God, I loved that scent. I couldn't help myself and ventured a lick, down from his low-hanging balls up to his tail. The feel of that loose hole under my tongue drove me crazy, and I soaked up his natural taste along with the warm, salty taste of the tentacles' cum. I lapped and he moaned, even sticking my tongue in his abused opening a few times to clean him up the best I could, though I knew he had a lot more inside him to get rid of.

As if reading my lust-filled mind, the tentacles holding me began to lift me up out of the water. These things really were made of raw muscle, itseemed. My veiny, untouched cock jutted out, an angry red contrasting my grey fur, and the tentacles lined me up right to his opening. It seemed I was finally going to get a release! I was a little worried for Buck, though; he was already pretty filled up and I didn't know how much more he could handle. There was nothing I could really do about it - the tentacles holding him again worked to move him, this time shoving his whole body slowly backwards, impaling him on my wolfhood inch by inch. As he was hilted by the tentacles, I heard him let out a moan along with me.

"Well, this is a new position," I joked. "What do we call this one?"

"Urff.. uhmm.. 'tentacle style?'"

It was enough to get a brief chuckle out of me before the tentacles moved him forward again before impaling him, harder this time, right down to my knot. They continued like this, giving me the pleasure of short, makeshift thrusts into Buck's smooth, previously used entrance, before another tentacle joined me at his opening. Buck let out a loud gasp of surprise amidst his moans as the appendage wasted no time in penetrating him right along with my cock, and it took turns thrusting with me. I watched as it delved into his depths while Buck's hole relaxed around my tip, and it pulled out as his hole stretched around the beginning of my knot, getting closer to tying every time. These tentacles weren't giving him any chance to relax, but I didn't mind the sexy moans they were forcing out of him.

Then, I felt a completely new feeling as the tentacle stuffed even more of itself inside him and wrapped around my hilted shaft.

"Holy fuck, this thing's going to jack me off inside you," I moaned to him. I could hardly believe the words I was saying out loud, but the sensations were incredible. All I heard in response was a loud "AAHHHhhh," as Buck's limits were tested yet again. The girthy tentacle wrapped around my wolfhood was really stretching his walls, but I was getting double the pleasure. The wet stroking of the appendage on my cock, the hotness of his rump, and the tightness of his opening squeezing around me were becoming too much very quickly, and I knew I couldn't take anymore when the tentacles shoved my boyfriend roughly back on me and my knot joined the rest of my dick and the tentacle in stuffing his ass thoroughly.

"OhhFUCKyeah," I yelled as I began to unload. The tentacle pulsed around my shaft, milking it for all it was worth, while the massive pressure on Buck's prostate milked him. He was already full of fluids, and a lot of my cum had nowhere to go, leaking out even around my fully engorged knot as I came hard up his rear. His release was similarly powerful, causing his whole body to shake and convulse, his hole tightening up as hard as he could get it to around me.

"Oh god, I feel so FULL," he moaned as his cock shot a final jet of cum into the ocean below us. "I wonder when these things are gonnaahhh nevermiiind," he moaned as the tentacle around my shaft decided it was time to dislodge itself from the tight warmth around it. I shivered with pleasure as it un-winded around my oversensitive meat before sliding around my knot and out of my wolf's hole.

I definitely wasn't prepared for the others following suit, and in a flash, the two of us were unceremoniously dropped three feet into the waiting water, still firmly held together by my knot. I held him around his belly to keep us from falling over, and laughed at how warm and full he felt.

"Guess those things used you pretty well," I said.

Bucky was still a little in shock. "Where did they GO? What WERE they?"

"I have no idea, hon. But I'm starting to think I know why this 'peaceful' area of the beach doesn't have many visitors."

"You're telling me. I was the one who just got raped by like, five tentacles!" he said, squeezing his hole around my cock for emphasis. "Totally ruined our romantic little moment."

I chuckled and sighed contentedly as I pulled him closer and wiggled my groin against his butt, making sure my knot was still fully lodged. "Well, I don't know about 'ruined'..."

"Okay, fine. So it was a LITTLE fun. But seriously, we need to get out of here before that thing comes back and wants some more action. I don't think I can take any more for a while after your knot deflates," he said.

"Alright, but Buck?"

"Yeah?"

"...You don't have any shorts anymore."

"Well, fuck."