Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

T-tentacles...

Scott snored softly, rolling over onto his stomach, one knee crooked up beside him. He tucked his arms under the pillow and lay there with his mouth parted slightly. He wasn't aware of the pink, slippery tentacle appearing in the roof. It slithered down and beneath the covers where it wrapped securely around Scott's slender hips. It tugged upwards suddenly and Scott's lower half was wrenched into the air. He awoke with a yelp and struggled a little bit, his knees were still planted on the mattress. He desperately twisted around to see the strange object suspending him. He gulped and struggled again, wriggling his hips to try and slip from the grasp.

More inky tentacles began to drip from the ceiling, one wrapped around his ankle and coiled up to squeeze his thigh, another did the same to his other leg until he was hoisted into the air, he was braced on his arms. A particularly fat tendril slipped from the ceiling and started prodding at his bulge, a strange slurping noise coming from it as it flattened out to encase his clothed cock. There was a suction sensation that pulled at his cock and a small moan escaped him. He bit his lips and tried to struggle some more but the strange pleasure began to render his strength useless. Yet another tentacle descended and prodded at his clothed hole. He squeaked and shut his eyes, knowing there was nothing he'd be able to do in defense. His arms were growing shaky from supporting his torso.

He felt the wetness of the strange member begin to slid up his strangled thigh and under the hem of his boxers, the squishy moist tip of the tentacle slipped into his hole and he groaned. It slurped deeper inside of him, reaching five inches and Scott was already feeling edged. More inches, it was easily nine deep inside of him and he was panting, his eyes kept crossing despite himself. A moan leaked from his lips a shaky gasp as it swelled. The tentacle maybe doubling in its girth and Scott felt like he had been ripped open.

"Oh gOd" Scott groaned. the tentacles groped at his skin, leaving wet suction marks all over his skin, one sucked his nipple, leaving it sensitive and sore, while more squeezed and pulsated against his thighs. Scott's hair was a mess and his face was red as fuck. Instead of fucking him in and out, the massive tubule began to vibrate and pulse against his walls. Scott gasped and his arms gave out, smushing his face against the bed. Two more tentacles oozed from the roof and wrapped around his biceps and chest and hoisted him into the air. He no longer had anything to grab onto or pull himself away on, he was at total mercy of whatever this was.

The vibrations grew more vigorous and tiny little tendrils began to branch off of the one in his ass and prod at his walls, one in particular massaging and pulsating against his prostate. Scott sobbed a little, before making a stream of loud noises, there was not way his neighbors didn't hear him. He watched, cross eyed, as another dick sized tentacle appeared in front of his face. It forced its way into Scott's mouth, forcing it's way partway down his throat. He gagged and tried to suck in a breath but no air greeted him.

The tentacle opened up, more like a tube, and allowed air to pass through it, but a strange liquid was beginning to be produced. Like a sickeningly sweet honey, a delicious ooze that Scott found himself sucking down. His moans were forgotten as he became so engrossed in the substance. He hadn't realized how much he drank until he physically felt the weight of his stomach. He moaned and tried to pull away, but the drip only quickened and the tentacle forced deeper down his throat.

The tentacle up his ass enlarged again and Scott squealed, trying to pull away again but still wasn't able to. more hickies were sucked on his sensitive skin until he was writhing like a caught fish. He felt so full and he felt liquid pouring from the tentacle up his ass as well. He rolled his eyes, his muscles tensing. Another tentacle formed around his hard cock, sucking and tugging on it until Scott came once, and then twice, tears streaming down his eyes as he bucked what little movement he could into the tentacle. He screamed through his gritted teeth and came a third time.

"Haaa ha... stoppp...." Scott moaned, his eyelids fluttering as he sobbed. It felt to good, his skin felt taught around his stomach as he arched his back, there was no support in his middle. His ass was so sore at this point and he felt his soul being ripped form him. And with one final pump, the tentacles retreated and Scott collapsed on the bed. He lay stunned, butt arched in the air. He bit his lip again, and flopped over onto his side and curled into a ball, his body still pulsating from the pleasure moments before. He huffed.

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