A TENTACLE MISHAP 
Based on a picture by: Lucky pan (www.furaffinity.net/user/luckypan)
A story by: Nirfirvious

Salem couldn’t help but to glance at the light violet parchment once again. The simple piece of paper is made in quite fine material, but the meaning inside the material has a much more ugly meaning than the face value of the paper would normally trick the average eye. Not the crimson red eyes of the black cat, certainly not the seasoned fighter. The night was still young and the moon cast a luminous foreshadowing of the task the cat is burdened to continue reminding himself in until the tedious task is complete.

He picks up the parchment after having stared it blankly, lost in thought for what seemed like hours. He reopens the brown emblem signifying a family’s lineage heirloom seal that held the parchment in a tight roll. His crimson orbs slide from side to side to read the script temporarily intact with a fine ink to make it seem to be quite well-done calligraphy. Salem lets a soft sigh escapes his lips as he closes up the parchment once more and stuff it in a little pouch he normally carries with him in one of his travels. 

He glances down to his sleeping mate; the love of his life. He smiles faintly and reaches down to run a paw along the sleeping for of a small, blue-spotted feral white lion/black dragon hybrid. He may be an unusual creature to behold, but this was the one who made Salem’s life finally worth living and much more meaning than what his past would eerily remind him of his situation. The faint smile slowly creaks to a little frown as he remembers that he has yet to let his mate know of what he truly does for a living.

His reasoning is valid for not telling the one he trusts with his life this information. He glances further down at the sleeping little lion and runs his fingers through the silky soft white fur; somehow thinking that this may be the last time he ever will see his little lion again. The toll of battles go as far as the more you are in it, the higher your chances are of never walking away from it ever again.

All warriors face this problem once in their life, if not more than only once. Still, the black cat does have a bit of confidence under his belt. He was confident this would be no different from any other mission he usually partakes in to keep his blade skills hardened. He leans down and gives the little creature a supple kiss on the cheek, then one small one to his pink little nose. The young creature’s nose wriggles a bit in his sleep; being stirred from the sudden touching to some sensitive parts of his body. 

Nir groans softly and stretches a bit, before customarily turning over on his other side and letting out a soft little purr as he relaxes back in a deeper slumber. With that, Salem knew he had to leave, whether he wanted to or not. Something within him was holding him back however. He glances down to his light brown pouch hanging on his traveler’s belt, then remembers back to what started all of this to begin with:

It was a cloudy day and Salem was on another walk-about with his customary three swords dangling about his side with a soft cling slapping his hip as he walked. This was supposed to be a normal day, but of course the vibe of something being wrong was high in the air. Salem’s sharp senses could customarily pick up on these slight changes of atmospheric differences. Among the crowd that he was moving past was a certain adult fox that seemed to be standing out from the crowd, not in appearance, but in demeanor.

This caught the cat’s attention and like all stereotypical felines, the curiosity killed the cat. He made his way over to the middle-aged male fox, dressed in a very expensive business suit, holding a purple parchment clasped in his paw and seeming extremely distressed. Salem glanced down to him and rested a paw on his shoulder, “Hey buddy, are you okay?” He would break the air and simply ask a question he probably knew the answer to.

The fox glanced up to the stranger touching him on the shoulder and nothing but hesitation emerged from his muzzle. A grimace came upon his face and the parchment is gripped even tighter in the man’s paw; making a little paper clenching sound, audible to the cat’s highly sensitive ears. “I-I would go as far and say I am okay on a beautiful day like this, but…” 

Salem inspected the man and his eyes caught sight of the parchment. “What’s wrong then?” He says, keeping this short and sweet, since he has never met the man before in his life and as he trained himself for many years is to expect the unexpected. He maintains a calm demeanor and regulates his ‘normal’ outlook as he continues his soft-interrogation with this distraught vulpine. 

The man hesitates once again, then he clears his throat; forcing himself to continue. “I received this parchment today… I knew it was trouble… It was from the two Beasts of the Hills. Damned monsters kidnapped my little girl earlier this morning and they were so kind enough to leave me a note telling me what I can do to get her back, otherwise in twenty-four hours, they’ll kill her…”

The sudden image of Salem’s own daughter popped into his mind and his black furry fist clenches up into a ball and it shakes a bit, yet he remains still on the rest of his body. He imagined if it was his own daughter and somehow, somewhere it tugged on a tender spot of the hardened warrior. He looks back down at the man and nods gently, acknowledging what he was saying. “Two Beasts of the Hills? I think I’ve heard of these two before.”

The fox nods, “If you live around these parts traveler, you should know who these two are. They are more than infamous for the kidnapping of various people around these parts and who knows what in the hell happens to them. I’ve only heard gruesome rumors of what they do to people, b-but… a little girl..? I know they are low and ruthless, but I didn’t think they would stoop this low to use a little girl for their….their entertainment!”

Something within Salem stirred up and he was drawn to help this man, even though he normally doesn’t like to be involved in other’s business, since it also could be a trap. He looks down to the man and sighs softly; knowing what he had to do. “I can help sir. Don’t worry, I’ll get your daughter back for you.”

The fox man glances back up and something within him changed as well. His brown eyes lit up and a smile creases across both ends of his muzzle. “W-Would you really? O-Oh thank god you are a life saver!”

Salem keeps looking down to him and puts on a warm smile, “No really, it’s the least I can do. I have a daughter myself and I know I would be torn to shreds if I learned that she was kidnapped. Don’t worry sir, she’ll be back in your arms before you know it.” He lets off a reassuring wink and he smiles a bit more genuinely this time, finding a bit more courage to actually find a positive in this form of situation.

This makes the fox man get up from his sitting position and he gives the bigger black cat a firm hug, “Thank you so much traveler. There is no way I can repay you for this, there really isn’t!” His orange-red colored tail wags happily behind him as he keeps a firm hug on the slick toned feline. 

Truly and honestly, Salem had no idea why he felt such a diring urge to help this fox out, but it continued to eat at him like a raging fire inside of his heart. More and more this fox tugged on his heart strings with his dire predicament/story. He pats the fox to reassure him he has everything covered, then he glances down to the parchment once more; not one to leave small details out for a situation like this. “Is there anything I need to know from this parchment before I go running off?” 

A light-bulb lit up in the fox’s mind, then he removes himself from the hug to look down at the light violet piece of parchment in his paw. “Oh, right…” He says, almost coming back to reality, “In fact, there are detailed instructions of what they want as collateral for her safety… Their demands were too steep and I can’t succumb to give in to their demands if I don’t have what they are looking for…Let’s see what you can make of it.” He hands the purple parchment over.

Salem comes back to reality from his flashback after Nir turning in his sleep once more caused a little shifting sound on the covers. His damaged ear perked back towards the sound and he glanced back down to his mate once more before he gets up from the edge of the bed. He looks out towards the luminous horizon outside their open pane window. 

“A diamond in exchange for the girl’s life.. The transaction will be made at the creek near the bridge in the clearing of the woods next to the city and to be made at exactly midnight, otherwise she dies.” He whispers aloud from his memorized text he continuously absorbed from the parchment just to remind himself once more what his directions were. He knew in his gut that this was obviously a trap, but he didn’t feel he had any other choice but to succumb to the kidnapper’s whims. He left the room to say his goodbyes to his children, just in case he would never see their bright and smiling faces again, then he heads back to the master bedroom and gets ready to leap out the window and escape in the night, yet he hesitates.

“Nir…” The sleek black cat whispered under his breath, then he took one more look at the love of his life, but couldn’t help but to frown a bit, “I’m so sorry my sweet…For not telling you what I do… But… take care of our cubs if I don’t make it back… Just know I love you…forever…” He didn’t know why, but he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach that something was going to happen to him, but he was waiting for destiny to unravel himself and if he didn’t go forward and meet it, he would kill himself for not knowing what it was. 

“Goodbye my love…” He whispers out and tears up a bit, before he disappears in the night; silent as the wind creaking in the room to blow past Nir’s soft headruff. 

“…Salem..?” Nir grumbles a bit, thinking he had heard his mate talking to him. He slightly opens his eyes and lifts his head half way to glance around the room with his tired crystal blue eyes, but since he didn’t hear Salem speak anymore and due to him being way too tired to notice Salem was missing, he shrugged it off and laid back down to get some rest he deserved. 

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The brisk cool air of the forestry environment brushes past the cat’s whiskers and sleek black furry face is enough to keep him bright and alert to his surroundings. The first half getting to his point of interest was the hardest, since he truly didn’t want to leave his mate, especially if he knew he was doomed to have something tragic happen to him, but after being lost in thought and passing the halfway point, he returned his focus to the task at hand. 

His fast pace, giving an after image of himself, due to his velocity in his motions for the first half slowed to a strenuous jog, since he knew he was heading into dangerous territory. The lit up fields he was running through eerily shifted into a more ominous, threatening feeling, especially in the middle of the night. He made sure to cover his tracks, plus made sure not to make a single sound, even as little as his swords softly patting against his thigh as he walked. 

With his crimson red battle cloak and garments, he did manage to not set off any of the forest creatures and give away his position with his fairly decent camouflage. He knew only a few more moments and he will be in the territory that the directions specifically stated in the parchment, still he didn’t pick up on any sounds going on. 

He counted down to the last seconds before he arrived to his destination, 3…2…1… and he was there. He glanced around his sudden environment and sure enough there was a old, rotted out wooden footbridge to cross over a wide gap in a flowing creek trailing through the dark forest. His glowing, crimson red eyes shift from left to right; soaking in his immediate surrounds, but something wasn’t right. 

No one was there. Not a single soul was about, only except the natural forest creatures that didn’t pose a threat to Salem. His demeanor shifts and his brows furrow a bit; trying to figure out what was happening. He managed to purchase a watch along his travels back from the city back home and he glanced down to his wrist to take a look at the time. He was right on schedule, it was indeed midnight, but no one was about. 

He figured he would wait it out and see if they may have been running late, since a little girl could give them problems with her screaming or her struggling; a multitude of reasons could have prevented them from being here on time. Even so, he ruled out the possibility of them being cloaked or anything of that matter. He didn’t figure he would be dealing with some form of mystical creatures that has powers beyond his reckoning. 
A few minutes passed and still nothing happened. He knew this was either a well schemed prank, or something was terribly wrong. The prank idea didn’t settle with him too well, since he knew something was calling him here, something nearly benevolent, so he knew this wouldn’t have been a coincidence. He shifts on his hind paws and he makes sure not to rustle the leaves that are resting below him. 

Suddenly there was some rustling sounding off on the other side of the bridge. It sounded like running footsteps from a child, from what Salem’s ears could detect. Immediately his head jerks in the direction the sound is coming from and he adjusts his keen eyes in the night to tell out that a small figure is dashing away in his opposite direction and heading away from him. His eyes widen as he notices it’s the one he was searching for.

He didn’t know how she somehow escaped what sounded like professionals, but it was enough to get his blood pumping, with the adrenaline flowing through his veins. “Hey! Wait up!!” Salem calls out; knowing for sure that was the little girl that he was searching for. He definitely wanted to catch up to her before the criminals would enviably would. Before he made any rash judgments, he glanced around his environment to make sure it wasn’t a trap, but no one was still around, giving him the clear in his mind.

He shifted on his hinds and he darted away from his initial hiding spot, and he hops up in the tall trees; using the branches and conveniently placed branches of the other trees to use them as leverage to cause his body to move quicker in hopes to catch up to the darting fox girl. “Wait!” He calls out to her once more in hopes to ensure her that it’s someone to help her out, not to kidnap her again. 

The young girl wasn’t able to listen. The rustling of the leaves and the sounds of her own audible panting causes her not be able to accurately hear anyone chasing after her. For some odd reason, the young vixen is giving the cat a hard time catching up with her. For being so little, she is surprisingly light on her foot-paws. Salem continues the pursuit by diving from tree to tree gracefully in attempts to somehow catch up to the surprisingly quick vixen. 

“Wait! I’m not here to hurt you!” Salem calls out in one more attempt to hopefully slow her down, but a patch of leaves comes in his direction that he wasn’t fully paying attention to and he was forced to guard his face from the oncoming brush of the nearby tree as he landed. He rustles the leaves out of the way and looks on the other side to find out, she is gone. There was no trace of her left; silent and gone. Salem curses under his breath and lands on the soft forest ground below. 

He glances about; trying to find where the hostage may have disappeared to. He uses his keen sense of hearing and smell to try and detect where she may have went, but unfortunately for Salem, she didn’t leave any tracks as she disappeared. It was as if she vanished in thin air. Something didn’t settle right with him, he felt that this may have been a trap. 

As soon as that thought sprung into his mind, his body suddenly became completely numb and he dropped down on the ground, limp and completely in a vegetable state, but fully conscious. His eyes widen as he tries to get a response from his ligaments, but they were as dead as a doornail. He grunts in attempts to move something, but nothing would respond to his will. He was at the mercy of his own body. 

“Ah..ah… W-What’s going on? W-Why can’t I move??” The cat nearly is taken in a state of panic, since he has no remote idea what made his body do this. He was completely defenseless and he knew it from the moment he dropped on the ground. 

Suddenly, the little fox girl he was searching for is looking down at him from behind his head, “You didn’t catch me. Now you’ll have to pay…” She says in a very solemn tone. The voice speaking to Salem made the fur on the back of his neck stand on end and his eyes widen a bit while he glanced up to her weakly; he was beginning to feel faint and growing weaker as the second passed. “W-Wha…..What’s…. hap…en…in….n……g….?” 

The world grew darker and darker beyond Salem’s control, then before he knew it, everything went pitch black and the world of the consciousness faded from existence in his own world. His last moments of his consciousness he had an image of Nir in his mind, his smiling cute face and he figured it was the end. He mutters out, “I’m sorry my love…” And with that short phrase, the sound of his voice in his head echoed away in the vast space of his mind. 

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The light of something luminous makes the disoriented cat wince out a bit from the slight discomfort of the sudden light hitting his face. His eyes slowly fluttered back open and the disorientation caused his vision to be too blurry to the point of nothing coming through accurately. His head slightly pulsed from the pain of whatever that seemed to hit him made him have a concussion. Once again he tried to move, even a single inch, but his body does not respond to his command. 

He sighs softly and rests his head back and rests his eyes back closed, since he knew he wasn’t going to be using them while he is in this disoriented state. Even his tail, which is usually full of life and generally showing his overall mood was completely limp. He listens in to his surroundings while he had the chance, since he didn’t hear any breathing in the immediate area he was in, which was good news for him at the moment. 

He took the moment to get his bearings just right and he continues observing the room through hearing alone. He figured it was a damp, wide open space with a few water droplets splashing on a small puddle below it. He figured he was most likely in some sort of cavern, due to the way the air felt cold and there was overall moisture in the air. The little girl flashed through his mind once more and he wondered what she meant by why he didn’t catch her.

More importantly, he didn’t know what could have hit him, since he didn’t feel any painful sensation when he dropped, let alone even hear nor sense anyone in the immediate area before. He made sure to check back at least three times to make sure no one was tailing him. He was blank and completely confused on who or what did this to him. He knew he was alive and nothing on him was seriously injured. All of his clothing articles were still on him, but he could feel that something was missing from his garments; his swords. 

He scoffs and rolls his eyes to himself; knowing that whoever these terrorists were definitely professionals. He reopens his eyes once more and still he couldn’t see anything but a big fuzzy blur. He winced once more time and felt pain shoot through the back of his head where he hit the ground without protecting himself. He growls out in the sudden sting of pain, then he figured he would just wing it on hearing alone for the moment. 

“My, my, I didn’t think he would be conscious this early. He is a tough one.” An adult, sultry, yet dark sounding, feminine voice sounds off from the immediate area, which made Salem instinctively jump from his reflex acting up. 

Salem didn’t hear, not even sense anyone be next to him, but somehow this woman was able to sneak up on him without him detecting her heartbeat, sensing her presence, or many multitude of ways that an individual could reveal to him that they were present in the area. The fur on the back of his neck once again was standing up while in the presence of this individual.

He felt a strange vibe from the little girl as she was speaking down to him, now he was getting the same feeling from this person. “W-Who are you…?” Salem croaks out a bit in a hoarse voice, still feeling too weak and disoriented to speak properly without stammering. 

The feminine voice was heard retorting with a soft chuckle, “Even if I told you, it wouldn’t change anything. Names are meaningless, Salem.” 

His ears perk up and his eyes shoot open again from the natural impulse of being shocked, however once again making him flinch and cringe from the disorientation of his body. The tip of his tail barely flickered, but still not enough to consider an actual movement. He cursed himself for having such timely reflexes, but he didn’t want to ride on it since he knew he was at this person’s mercy.  “H-How do you know my name?”

Again, she only chuckled. Salem heard her slightly stepping about and could tell by the delay of her footsteps echoing throughout the lit cave that she must have been over six feet tall. Along his journeys, he was able to pick up on small details like finding out where he was and what type of person he was associating with. “What a handsome body you have here, little bitch.”

His ears perk towards her direction and he growls a bit at the name she called him, but at the same time he knew he couldn’t do a thing about it since he was completely immobile and useless. “W-What do you mean?” He spits out weakly, trying to keep the conversation going as long as possible so he could buy more time and figure out more about his captive. 

“Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean, boy.” She snapped back with her soothing, yet stern feminine voice. “I can tell you’re going to be a fun one. Let’s see everything now, I left your clothes on your body on purpose so I can savor getting nourishment from you.” 

He wondered what she meant by that, but he kept trying to buy time, “Wait a minute, what is this all about? Are you just here to look at my body? If that’s the case, take your look and let me go back with the child. Once I get feeling back in my body, you’ll wish I didn’t.” He spits out the threat in his slight hoarse tone, knowing that threatening his captive when he is completely numb from head to tail is not the best idea. 

The cat was expecting a hit, or a smack of some sorts, but nothing happened, which made him wonder what this woman’s motives are. He figured maybe she was just a horny slut who kidnapped others for her own sexual desires. He wasn’t sure, but he didn’t have a choice but to jump to conclusions to clear out the way for further investigation. 

There wasn’t any chuckle back, or threatening comebacks from a dominatrix, instead she altogether flat out ignored the remark and focused on what she had in mind. Salem felt something fondle his hefty sack, making him stiffen a tad bit and he grunts softly; letting out a little growl to try and warn her that he meant business. The entire time, Salem was trying to move, but nothing was still budging, not even an inch. The conclusive frustration was settling in that he was completely at this woman’s bidding. 

“Ahh, a feisty one I see? Well, let’s just see how feisty the more important part of you is.” She states in such a soothing, calm demeanor to the helpless black cat as the paw on his crotch moves up and squeezes his flaccid shaft, making him stifle a soft moan and he barely squirms. “U-Unhh…” He accidentally slips out from the natural impulses surging through his body from the strange, yet arousing soft touches of this woman. 
“Mmm, quite a big boy down here, aren’t you?” She continues on with her skillful teasing, making Salem’s body completely quiver from a mixture of sensations, both bad and good. 

Salem couldn’t help but to feel completely helpless at this woman’s sinister mercy. He has never once felt so helpless about his situation, almost feeling as helpless as he was during his cub-hood. He lets off a frustrated growl on how he wasn’t able to even fight back if he wanted to, plus the more he wanted to move, the more the numbing sensation of his entire body intensified. 

His eyes slowly opened up once more and this time, he wasn’t as disoriented as before. He figured the little moments to buy himself time by continuing the conversation worked to his favor. He felt he made progress now that he could see much more clearly, but still a little fuzzy. His head still pulsed to the point where it was a mild irritation than anything. He struggled to even lift his head an inch to take a quick glance down to his captor. 

There she was, a sleek, voluptuous anthromorphic tigress who was completely nude and revealing her very toned body. Salem couldn’t help but to blush out of instinct from how attractive this female was. His eyes slightly widen out of instinct at viewing something that naturally attracted him. He ran his eyes along her body to see every detail about her.

She was quite the sight to see. She had pearly grey’ish, white long straight hair that trails down to her shoulders, a nice orange and black stripped figure, with an athletic trim to show just how strong she could be. Being a natural guy, he couldn’t help but to view those delectable D-Cup breasts plainly showing out in the open with erect and healthy pink nipples. His crimson eyes stare down to her glory down below; her plump and beautiful looking mound of flesh and fur in between her legs, with a very pretty pink color of her folds. 

While Salem was completely thrown off by her charming and sultry looks, he didn’t realize she took notice of his peep-show and she smirks in such a dark, coy fashion. “I guess the little bitch is liking what he sees? Hmm?” She chuckles softly and runs her finger with her sharp black claw trailing up his torso and ends up following the profile of his chin. 

The black cat couldn’t help but to grow flush underneath his silky black fur from the highly attractive female just having her way with him. He felt so helpless, yet somewhere deep down he was finding some strange satisfaction for being just completely dominated by someone stronger than him or more so has the control of the situation. She stared down at him with her sultry brown eyes and kept that dark, coy smile imprinted on her face, knowing she had complete control over him. 

The tigress easily ripped off his garments above and ripped it to shreds, leaving his toned black chest completely exposed to the cold cavern air. Salem slightly shifted just barely from the sudden change of the atmosphere for him. He let off a soft grunt and continued weakly keeping his eyes open to watch his captor do as she so wished to him. She snickered and looks down to the trousers; easily ripping the side and pulling off the cloth garments and leaving the handsome cat just down to his red thong, with a white kitty face on the front of it. 

This made the dominant tigress laugh a bit, “Haha, that’s cute. Do you mind if I rub your kitty?” She implied as a teasing prod as she grabs the noticeable bulge extended in the red thong. Her firm squeeze makes the black cat stiffen, as his body can’t naturally squirm without his actual commanding to his body being able to function correctly. He grunts out and tries his best not to moan for her; not wanting to give her the power.

With that, she decided to savor the moment and she slowly pulled down the red thong until a healthy pink, thick member popped out from the tight thong and she licked her lips a bit. “Mmm, what a nice plaything you have here, bitch.” She continued on with the pet name as she pressed her index finger on his 8” thick barbless shaft; rotating it in a circular motion, while she looked up to him to view his helpless expressions of pleasure. 

Salem stiffened once more and couldn’t help but to feel pleasure from her simply pressing her finger on the tip of his meat. He leaked out a small stream of pre onto her finger, but it mainly trailed down his shaft to make it glisten in the reflection of the glowing crystals which were providing the cavern with sufficient lighting. With the little bit of pre that spurt out, it made him moan softly, since it was only a matter of time before he would succumb to the natural impulses of arousal.

She stopped her general teasing, then she looked up to Salem’s face all of a sudden. “Well, well, well… What do we have here?” She slowly crawled up to his head and she stared at his forehead for some reason. 

Salem had to look up to see what she was viewing at; hoping she wasn’t going to do what he thought she was going to do. She chuckles, then reaches up and grabs his left ear; making his eyes shoot wide open and he lets out a very loud gasp, followed by a long moan of pleasure. “O-O-Ohhhh…. N-No.. please… A-A-Ahh…. N-Not there….!!” He begged submissively as the treatment sends shockwaves of intense sensitive pleasure coursing through his sleek body. 

She didn’t stop, not for one second. Salem’s body, even against his own will, began to convulse as the tingly sensation flooded after the sharp initial contact of his biggest hotspot being rubbed. He whimpered loudly and could feel his cock beginning to stiffen and tingle itself. The tigress looked down  to his shaft and eyed it in interest. She noticed his cock was firing off thick streams of pre into the air, with some of the strands landing on his body, but mainly it fell to the side of it and landing with a dull splashing noise of it hitting rock. 

Salem’s nerve endings felt incredibly sensitive to the point where his body was naturally twitching and convulsing without him controlling the action. Somehow she knew where his biggest hotspot was and she was very intent on exploiting that weakness to get what she wanted. She chuckles and growled softly in dominance, “You going to cum, bitch?” 

He continued to squirm and let out loud moans of nearly painful, sensitive pleasure as his voice now echoed throughout the hollow stone cavern. He knew he wasn’t going to last long at that rate. He arched his back and fired out a thick stream of pre, which nearly hit the stalagmites above on the ceiling, but it came falling back down on his body; beginning to soak his own sleek fur with his own fluids. “Nnyahhhhh….” He cried out, nearly like a submissive kitten. 

He felt the fires of orgasmic euphoria succumbing to the surface of his body. His hefty sack tugged and pulled closer to his body to let him know that he was getting close. His voice increased in pitch as his orgasm drew near. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he laid flat on the ground; idly shivering and convulsing. He moaned out loudly and finally he felt that last spark, which sent him over the edge. He yelled out in orgasm and the sound of his voice carried throughout half of the cave atleast. 

His sack pulled close to his body and convulsed along with the rest of his twitching body, as he released his pearl white seed high into the air; this time actually hitting one of the stalagmites and mixed with the water dripplets accumulating on the stalagmite and dripping down to a puddle of water below. The cat continued on with his wild orgasm, even further amplified with the rubbing of his hotspot. The tigress never seemed to stop using that spot to her advantage. She stared down at the convulsing black cat and she chuckled as she watched the water show down below going off. 

Unfortunately for Salem, his orgasms never lasted as long as the traditional being. For him, he continued to cum for a good 2 minutes straight without stopping. After his initial orgasm was finished, he left his entire lower body and the ground beside him in a white mess. He panted heavily and his body shivered violently from the even more intense than usual orgasm. The tigress did stop after his orgasm, then she casually gets herself up and trails down to his lower end and bends down; getting her legs in the puddle of cum underneath her. 

Salem’s body still violently shivered as he hasn’t fully recovered from his first intense orgasm. The tigress took a scoop of his cum festered in his short fur and she suckled on her finger, where she found it to be highly delectable. She growls softly and leans down to suckle up as much cum as she could from his body until his fur was left to be lightly damp, but overall clean. Her striped tail flickered about coyly behind her and she looked up to Salem’s completely flushed face; still was in the process of trying to catch his breath.

Without wasting time, she ran her finger along his softening member and ran an electrostatic charge through the nerve endings of his member, causing the short-winded cat to gasp once more unintentionally and he croaks out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Once she initially made the cock nice and rigid once more, she positioned herself on his hips and made sure to place his cock at the base of her swollen folds. “That was just a trial run, now I want the real thing.” She says non-chillingly, in a greedy tone, wanting to get nothing but the cat’s seed.

Salem couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He figured the two minute orgasm would have been enough to scare her off, but it worked exactly the opposite. Even with not being fully recovered, she slides her plump, yet surprisingly nearly virgin tight pussy down on his hardened shaft, which made the overly-sensitive cat nearly squeak out in a mixture of pleasure and over sensitive pain. He groaned and made a wince of  strained pleasure as he felt the tightness and the silky softness give his cock a nice, firm massage of wet flesh. 

“Ohhh, yeah…” the dominant female took the entire length of his thick shaft and could look down to view her bulged out pelvis and a coy grin crossed her maw. “I’ll have to admit, you are one of the more sizeable males I have taken as of late. This should be fun, now be sure to fill me up bitch, I want all of your cum.”

That statement seemed like a far off request he didn’t even think he could fulfill for her, since he felt as if she drained him the last round from just stimulating his sensitive ear. His body naturally shivered once more and he couldn’t help but to spurt up a stream of pre into her silky depths. The older tigress grabbed her supple breasts and gave them both a firm squeeze, before looking down to him and grinned nearly wickedly. 

Salem returned the glance with his own glance of concern filled in his crimson eyes. Before he could even attempt to react, the tigress dom was already going to work. Her legs were firmly straddled around his waist, with no attempts of letting him go, while she worked her nice and toasty hot pussy all along his twitching, sensitive male part. He is surprised to hear the dominant female moan normally, but  then again, he wasn’t even sure who she was or what she was fully capable of. 

A sudden surge of pleasure spiked through the cat’s body and he cries out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, “Ah damn!” He cursed under his breath and laid underneath the dominant feline, who was completely intent on literally milking the cum out of him. All the while, he felt his body growing less numb and he began feeling his ligaments once more. He moans loudly and weakly looked down to his paw and moved his fingers and smiled to himself as he found he was regaining his strength back. He was hoping that he could regain his body strength before she literally milked him to death. 

Salem’s hopes would soon be faltered as another tigress appeared at the entrance of the clearing of the cavern in which Salem and the other tigress was in.  This one looked just like the one who is mounted on him and having a great time milking him for all he is worth. The cat glanced over and his eyes widened again and lets out a gasp, in between the normal moans from the amazing feeling the tigress pussy is convulsing through his body. 

“W..What…? Another one?!” He thinks to himself and he had finally given up hope. He felt confident once he would have regained his strength, he could have taken out the one dominating him, but now with another one who looked just as healthy and strong as the current one. 

“Garnet, bad girl, starting without me,” The newer tigress speaks to Garnet, the apparent older sibling of the twins, “You can’t have all of the fun playing with this fuck-toy. I saw him in the first place, so I should have dibs as well.” 

Garnet continued bouncing on Salem’s crotch; taking his shaft for a ride beyond his wildest imagination. Salem slightly overheard what the younger sister said, but with his mind intoxicated in the flows of pure ecstasy, he found he was having difficulty focusing on the task at hand; not only feeling weak enough from being paralyzed temporarily, but now feeling weak from being drained of cum. 

“If it wasn’t for me, nngh… he never would have come here Amber..,” Garnet calmly retorts to Amber, her younger twin sister. “I was the one who initially knocked him out, you just pretended to be a fox father and gave this bitch a letter.” All the while, she was speaking this to her other sister while riding his shaft skillfully. 

Salem’s mind felt fuzzy once again, but this time from the throws of euphoric ecstasy flowing as freely as a intoxicating drug through his mind. His cock convulsed with thick splashes of pre, which coated the dom’s silky walls that caused her motions with her hips let off an audible slopping sound; which made the cave sound like actual sex. Through the pleasure, he was paying attention to his surrounds as best as he possibly could. 

His eyes widen as he did hear the part about them posing as the cub and the father. It clicked in his mind that it was a complete set up from the beginning. He figured the two feigned a performance to get him to inevitably follow them back to this cave so they would have their way with him. He grunts out in frustration on how easily he fell for such a trap, only because they played with his heart strings. He then realized that they were phantoms, or benevolent creatures who took the form of a tigress, but they are able to ensue in other forms. 

Throughout his conclusive frustration, he came back into reality and he lets off a cry of immense pleasure, then his cock stiffened and convulsed once more, but this time in something tight and very warm. He bucked and convulsed a bit more wildly than last time, due to the sensitivity level surging through his nearly glowing of pleasure body. “A-A-Ah goooooooddd!! Nyyyyyyahhhhhhhhhh!!!!” He cries out in pure orgasm; once again being forced to face another two minute orgasm. 

His hefty balls continue producing a strenuous amounts of seed for the hungry dominant feline. He whimpers out, feeling his body is growing a bit weaker with every second that passed with them taking complete control of his situation, plus with the fact that he still had no control over any of his ligaments, besides the natural compulsions. He knew that if he didn’t do anything soon, he would be in trouble. 

Garnet roars in lust, which riverbed off the cavern walls; echoing throughout the cave and for those outside of the cave who could also hear that the dominant female claimed yet another toy for her pleasure. Salem felt his cock continued spurting out nearly as much as he did last time. His eyes fluttered to the back of his head and he lets off a tired, weak groan; his fists clenching the rock and clawing rigid marks along the seemingly tough material with his razor sharp claws. 

Garnet’s pussy rippled and sprays her feminine, sweet intoxicating aromatic nectar all over Salem’s crotch, while all he could do is writhe idly in pleasure and pain of having two intense orgasms nearly in a row. His chest heaved and he pants heavily from the entire situation going on. All the cat could even muster is little groans and finish firing into Garnet’s hungry pussy.

She sighed in relief and licked her lips while looking down to him with a coy smile, “Mmmrrr… Oh my.. You did have a lot more in these, didn’t you?” She firmly grasped his sensitive sack and this caused the black feline to meep out in pain a bit. “But don’t worry, I’m far from done with you. We’re just getting started.” 

Salem couldn’t believe this, they were lust driven ferals wanting to fuck anything that moved. He lets off a weak groan and he tried to roll over and retreat while he had a chance, but his body was too completely exhausted to even respond whatsoever. For once in his life, he had a tear trail down his black furry cheek as he has never felt such humiliation for being in such a helpless situation. 

Amber snickered in a non-challant fashion, as if she is picking fun of the helpless creature. “You know, I have many ideas for this bitch, but I think one will have to satisfy my urges.” She said, then leaned down and removed the seal that bound his body from moving whatsoever. With that, Salem immediately felt his strength return, but unfortunately for him, Garnet wore him out once more with the two orgasms in a row. He cursed under his breath once more, then moved his arm to reach for something to hit the two crazy tigresses. 

He mumbled something under his breath as he was reaching for something, but this only caused cackles of dominance from the two at his failed attempt to try and retort. Amber is the one who approached Salem while Garnet stays off to the back rubbing her bloated belly, as she got off during Amber removing the seal. Amber’s piercing yellow eyes stare into Salem’s red ones, nearly making the cat feel weak once more from her piercing, hypnotic glance. Salem’s ears completely go flat behind his head and he suddenly felt completely submissive; the urge to fight back completely suffocated from his desires. With him able to move once more, he slightly curls up a bit and whimpers softly, feeling usually submissive.

Amber smiled and then pats his head in a teasing manner, then chuckled, “Good boy. Trust us, you may not be used to this, but I’ll let you in on a secret. We are phantoms and we have found over the thousands of years we have existed, semen from a male is the most nutritious substance us phantoms are able to absorb and maintain a constant flow of energy.” She kept sissifing the bigger cat and stuck her tongue out to him teasingly, “And we’ll use you until we’re satisfied, which could be awhile… we have large appetites.” She warns him in a non-friendly fashion.

Salem didn’t know why he lost his drive to fight and an unusual submissiveness is present in his body. He occasionally felt urges of submissiveness while being around Nir, but never thought it would have ever been this deeply hidden, even from his own sub-consciousness. His tail, now finally being active again, swayed slowly and timidly, while the cat is curled up a bit, with him continuing to whimper as he looked up to who he knew was the dominant being and nothing was changing that fact. 

Amber suddenly grabbed Salem’s wrist during his moment of submitting to her whims, “Good boy, now be a better bitch and satisfy me as well. I’ll make it worth your while,”  suddenly a pair of black, seemingly leather, belts instantly appeared on his arms, which bound it together and it didn’t seem to budge whatsoever. She snickered and Salem wriggled and tried to get out of her grasp, but with his submissive mindset active, his dominant strength seemed to be negated with the loss of confidence Amber ensued on him. 

She released his arms, but to his dismay, he could not even remotely use his arms. He spreads his legs in an embarrassing position and his throbbing parts in between his legs continue to throb and he tried to escape once more, with fear of his life, only to have the feeling of something that contained both of his legs together. As he attempted to get up, he meeped out audibly and fell flat on his face. 

“Umph..” He grunts out and wriggled his nose gently, then he rolled to his side to see what bound him once more. He gasped as he saw his legs compacted and a pair of long black belts firmly equipped themselves to his legs and he is completely bound. He squirms about on the rock hard floor and his tail swished about; smacking the ground and it left an indentation every time it powerfully slapped the rock. He whimpers and tried to flail, but the bounds are far to great for his body in his weakened state to ever hope to break out of. 

Amber found amusement watching the now pitiful, submissive black cat attempt to get free, but to his dismay, to no avail. With him being distracted with everything, Amber raised her arms to the side, then suddenly little antennae form from her back behind her and begin flailing about wildly. The antennae slowly begin growing larger and expanding in circumference. Soon the little feelers on the end of the antennae expanded into a pinkish, cock-resembling shaft at the end which began dripping cum. 

Salem, too busy trying to fight his constraints, didn’t pay attention to the dominant female behind him, which caused him to begin losing his energy from the panic-stricken flailing and instinctive desire to be released. Amber, completely calm throughout the entire ordeal, continued morphing several antennae into shaft wielding tentacles; all swaying about behind her once the morphing was completed. The tentacles expanded and stretched, one of them poking right at his pink, tight pucker; which spurt some clear liquid on that healthy pucker to loosen it up.

The cat’s attention was finally caught after feeling a cold and damp liquid splash over his tail hole. He yelled out in fear; not knowing what sprayed him from behind, but in his mind, he knew he didn’t want it. He got on all fours, even with the awkwardness of the restraints prevented him from doing flexible movements, he attempted to scoot along the floor while he used his stomach muscles to do the majority of the scooting, but as the attempt seemed like it would work, the belts suddenly clamp down tighter, then it becomes heavily weighted down. 

He dropped hard on the ground with a loud ’umph’ that escaped his lungs upon impact. His tail flickered irately behind him in a panic-stricken frenzy. The tentacles slowly approached him and the one feeler ticked his anal ring, before suddenly shoving the initial 6-7” pink shaft attached to the end of the tentacle plowed into the tight hole of the cat. The black feline threw back his head and mrowled out in submissiveness, as well as initial pain of being suddenly penetrated without too much lube involved. 

The shaft slid very flexibly inside and out of his tight, silky anal walls, which made the stretching feel uniquely stimulating with a grand mixture of pure pleasure and a small burning sensation.  Loud feline sounds erupted from the black cat, as he struggled against his restraints a bit more, but soon found his situation grew dim. His ears lowered submissively once more and he finally just gave in. The two tigress twins have broken the warrior’s spirit within the male. 

The two smiled toothily, having flashed their razor sharp feline teeth, and watched as they have had to work to make this once strong warrior into a submissive bitch, now ready to fully submit to their whims. Salem whimpers loudly and his tight hole clenched and convulsed around the spurting tentacle having it’s way with his anal walls. He gently arched his back and moans like a little bitch and he looked back to them, “A-Ahh… Please… m-more mistress…” He begs them, now seemed to have an entirely different demeanor now.

The tentacles, with a seeming mind of their own, abided to his submissive whims and several followed the initial one having a swift pounding session with his tight tail hole. One approached his flickering tail and it swats instinctively at the tentacle, which in turn only caused the slimy appendage to coil itself flexibly around the strong furry tail and held it close to his shoulder blade and out of the way of the other tentacles that were approaching. 

Another tentacle followed and flickered the soft shaft, which was spurting slick lube-like liquids around his body, tickled along the tip of Salem’s once again hard shaft. Salem meeps out a bit and lets off a cute, little submissive squeak of pleasure. With the initial teasing done, the tentacle coiled around the thick 8” member and began moving along it in a stroking motion; using it’s natural slick secretions to use a non-friction motion going on his already slick member.  This causes the cat to arch his back once more, only to have had the sensation of a tentacle filled more of his ass with the entire shaft piercing in, then following the thicker appendage of the slimy tentacle snaked it’s way in deep, with the pink shaft at the end tickling along his prostate.

Submissive mrowls and whimpers emerge from the once hardened black cat warrior, as his ass was being treated with pleasant stretching and fondling to his p-spot, which made his cock convulse and spurt up large streams of pre in the air in front of them. The tentacle that was around his cock continues to stroke it’s slimy length all along his sensitive member, as well another tentacle followed suit, but this time it reached up for his mouth. 

The tip of the pink shaft tickled along the black cat that splashed little streams of strange, yet exotic flavored pre. It poked and prodded his black lips, demanding entrance, then finally making Salem submissively open his maw with his tongue lolled out and tasting some of the consistent spraying pre gracing his tongue with a large array of new, unique flavoring.  His tail flickered a bit against the tentacle restraint, while he cried out in pleasure, still feeling those tentacles working so well on his ass and cock. 

Somewhere deep inside of his subconscious, he was feeling like this was becoming natural to him. He gently shifted his bound arms and legs to get more comfortable. The tentacle around his cock stopped stroking his initial length off, then decided to expand the shaft at the end  to a feigned vagina. The tentacle tickled along the cat’s shaft once more, being earned with idle wiggling from the bound cat, then it delved upon his entire length, which made the feline gasp out at how extremely tight and so very warm glove of flesh graced his cock, then it flexibly worked it’s way around the entire sensitive clenching meat.

“A-A-Ahhhh…!!” The cat’s face went completely flush from the incredible sensations that were originating all over his body. As soon as his maw did open again, the tentacle dived inside his maw and started pistoning deeply in the cat’s maw; with the occasional deep-throating, which caused the cat to gag from the new sensation. His once black cheeks flushed to a crimson red flush or arousal and submissiveness from everything happening to his trembling body. 

He became a good kitty in his own mind and began suckling on the pistoning tentacle in his maw and gave it some tongue action; once again finding the taste a bit strange, yet strangely exotic at the same while. His eyes slowly fluttered closed as he felt lost in the throws of passion of being fully taken at all angles; one of his deepest, darkest desires. His tight hole continues clenching tightly around the pleasuring tentacle having a way with his sensitive male walls; tickled his prostate with every movement. 

Seconds turn to minutes, then minutes turned into a seemingly endless amount of pleasure coursing throughout his body from the pleasing tentacles giving him this level of pure ecstasy. For once in the cat’s life, he felt completely willing to submit for someone, it seemed it was delved deep in his subconscious and needed something extreme to bring it out to this caliber. Finally through his sweet throws of passion and lust, he opened his maw and yelled out in a muffled tone with the tentacle still stuck in his maw, and he felt his cock nearly exploded with cum gushing even harder than before into the tentacle which was giving him the pleasure of one of the tightest holes he has ever had around his cock, even tighter than Nir’s tush. 

The tentacle in his mouth pulled out and suddenly began spraying a very creamy, dense white liquid that seemed to be the tentacle’s seed. Salem’s ears went completely flat and he opened his maw wide and had his tongue drooped out, wanting the cum to splash inside and mark him it’s bitch. He writhes and squirms through the passion of firing out his seed, another tentacle came around and coiled around his furry sack and began massaging it to coax more of his lovely seed out of the hefty orbs. 

Suddenly his hole was plunged into deeply and the tentacle appeared in his stomach and it began firing thick, dense streams of it’s seed and pumps Salem’s stomach full of it; which was making the once slim belly to be bloated and bulged out full of it’s seed. Salem cried submissively and mewled gently to show he meant no reason to resist his treatment. His tail stiffened from the coarse of the lovely feeling generating from all points of his body. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell lost in the throws of heavenly ecstasy; never knowing this level of ecstasy could have ever existed. He was literally in hell, but heaven. 

Amber let the tentacles finish themselves and draining Salem of his nutritious seed, which she absorbed through the tentacle, into her system, she caused the tentacles to retreat off of Salem and then retracts back inside of her body. She slowly approaches the broken kitten and licked her lips as she was motioning her hand over the braces, which magically disappeared and left the black feline to fall limp beneath their feet. 

Salem panted hotly and tiredly, wanting a break hopefully, but he had no intention on questioning their orders, since he really wanted to be a good kitty for them. He rolled on his back and looked up to them with his glowing crimson, yet now seeming to have a submissive glow about them, up to them and he smiles sheepishly, “I-I’m a good kitty… m-mistress….” 

The two approached him fully and peered down to him with dominant grins, “Oh are you now?” Garnet beckoned out, then took a occasional glance at Amber; both snickered at his fate. “Then show us how good you are, little bitch.” This caused Salem to flatten his ears and he licked at their feet paws submissively, “Y-Y-Yes mams!” 

One thing led to another, the twins completely broke Salem to be their personal bitch and since he had the most cum out of all of their victims, he was kept as his special pet, and to his benefit he was able to have his mate join in on the bitchship and the two were completely drained from day in and day out just to serve their mistresses. 

“HOLY CRAP!!” Salem suddenly shot up in bed, having suddenly just woken up from a terrible nightmare and then pants heavily; his black coat is covered in perspiration. His eyes are wide and in panic-stricken mindset, he quickly checks his body and pats himself all over; still trying to get his bearings just right. He looks around the room, then his ears perk as he hears the sweetest sound to him in the entire world, Nir’s youthful, tender voice.

“…S-Salem..?” The groggy, feral spotted feline sits up in bed and rubs his fluttering eyes with his little paws, “W-What’s wrong sweety……?” He pauses to let out a big yawn escape his maw, followed by the traditional smacking of his lips, then glancing up at his mate covered in sweat and apparently distraught about something.

“But Nir, you… I… I thought I was…..But where is…?” He couldn’t even formulate a sentence correctly, due to the dream seeming so realistic, he could have sworn he felt it was the real deal. His eyes were glowing brightly due to his mood being in such a panic-strickened, alerted state. He stares back down at Nir; eyes still shaking just a bit.

“Hehe…” He giggles sleepily, “You just had a bad dream, is all Salem…” He says after letting out another yawn, then he does lay down on his side again, facing away from Salem, since he usually likes to be snuggled by the bigger mate. 

Salem finally manages to calm down to the point to catch his breath and he lets a long sigh of relief, which causes his body to tremble from the nerves of him being in a terrible nightmare to act up. “Y-You’re right, it was just a dream… Heh heh…” 

Just for Salem’s sake of sanity, he reached down and rubbed a couple of fingers along his tail hole and sniffed at it and to his surprise he smelled cum and the same exotic scent of the tentacle that plowed into him in the dream and made his crimson eyes widen, since he knows this doesn’t smells like Nir’s cum. His tail flickers about as he thought it out a bit, growing a bit worried, then he chuckles to himself, “Nahhhh… It can’t be.. It was just a dream…Right, a dream..” He convinces himself that fact and then lays on his side and wraps his arms around the little feral he loves to death and received a soft purring from the smaller male. He rested his head on top of Nir’s and finds that the little lion is already passed out again. 
Salem rests his eyes closed and he tries to become relaxed and try to get some restful sleep finally. He curls his tail around Nir’s and he snuggles there for a little bit, until another thought crossed his mind once more. His eyes re-opened and he looks over and down at his butt, “….Or was it…?” 

The End…. ?