Even Tentacles Are Gay for Braeburn
“Huh? Who’s there?” Braeburn muttered, still half-asleep. He heard somebody rapping on his front door. Glancing at his clock, he saw that it was an hour before midnight. “Come on, only twenty minutes of sleep? Who in their right mind would wanna bang on mah door in the middle of the night?” With a roll of his eyes, he pushed the warm sheets off of him and felt a shiver run down his back. He trotted across the cold floor, his legs clad in pure white silk stockings. He loved the way they caressed his fur, especially when he walked about, but the thing he liked most was how warm they kept his hooves at night.
Hearing another knock on the door, he said, “Coming, coming!” Trotting through his single-story house, he stopped in front of the door and peered through the peephole. Seeing nothing except snow and darkness, he humphed, then unlocked the door. A cold breeze swept inside, making him clamp his tail down between his legs.
“H-hello? Anypony there?” he asked, trying to see through the snowstorm. Something whimpered from below, making him cock his head to the side as he looked down. Instead of finding a pony, he saw a light green blob shivering on his doorstep, its eyes pleading with him. Aside from the two tentacles that reached up to him, the creature didn’t have any other discernible features. Braeburn knew what he had to do. “Aww, ya cold?”
The blob nodded, its eyes flashing green for a brief moment.
Braeburn smiled softly and reached down, scooping the creature up with his forelegs, ignoring the fact that it might get his stockings dirty. As soon as it touched his bare fur, he nearly dropped it. “Oh, wow... how long have you been out there for? You’re freezing!” The creature whimpered into his shoulder before it slid onto his back. Braeburn closed the door and glanced over his shoulder to see the creature making itself comfortable. “Come on, let’s get ya warmed up.”
He trotted back to his bedroom and lay down on his stomach. Leaning to the side, he let the creature slide off of his back and onto his sheets, which he promptly wrapped around it. Leaving its eyes uncovered, Braeburn settled down around it and laid his head on top of the blob, thinking that his body heat would help the creature warm up. “How’s that feel?” he asked, wondering if the creature was sentient.
A sole tentacle slid from the covers and nuzzled his cheek. Feelings of love and thankfulness poured into his brain, each one more powerful than the last. “Woah!” Braeburn whipped his head off of the creature in shock, his eyes going wide. He scrambled away from the creature, his back pressed up against the wall. “Was... was that fer real?” he whispered, his eyes locked on the creature.
His blanket slipped from the creature’s body as it turned to look at him. It whimpered again as it waved its tentacles around in a pattern. Braeburn’s eyes furrowed in confusion as his heart raced in his chest. The fur on the back of his neck stood on end. Then, after several seconds, Braeburn realized that the tentacle was tracing the shape of a heart in mid-air. He relaxed a little as a grin broke out on his face. “Oh... I get it. Were you trying to thank me?”
The creature nodded once, then laid its tentacle on Braeburn’s outstretched hind leg. He tensed up, expecting to see a trail of slime on his stocking, but the creature’s touch was soft, gentle, and above all, comforting. Braeburn felt all the tension leave his body as the creature massaged his hoof. “That actually feels... pretty good.” He no longer felt threatened by it, so he slid back towards it and tentatively nuzzled it right above the eyes. It hummed in content, then as the noise faded away, it ran a tentacle across his cheek as if it was nuzzling him back.
Braeburn felt another rush of feelings rush by in his mind. This time, in addition to the love he sensed before, he noticed that it wanted to show its affection in a more intimate way. He didn’t reel back like before, instead choosing to simply lay there and absorb what the creature was showing him. His eyes drifted shut as he sighed, a smile tugging the corner of his lips up as he sensed its true intentions. “So, you want some love, huh?” he asked, his throat and mouth feeling incredibly dry.
He felt his length twitch in his sheath as images of what the creature could do for him flowed through his mind. “Wait, go back!” he said. “No, not that one, the other one!” An image of him laying on his back popped into his mind, his hind legs spread. One tentacle was tenderly fucking him while another tentacle was stroking his hardened length. “Yeah, that!” Gee, am I really considering letting this creature have sex with me? It’s sentient, and it isn’t just some dumb animal... All it wants is to be loved? It sure has been a while since I’ve had sex...
Laying down on his back, Braeburn smiled sheepishly as he propped his head up on his pillow. His tail flicked up to cover his privates as he spread his hind legs, then his forelegs curled up on his chest. Licking his dry lips, he watched with bated breath as the creature slid up to him. Its tentacles oozed a cloudy liquid from each tip, making a glistening trail down the appendages.
The creature ran one tentacle over his inner thighs, teasing his fur by making random shapes as it slid down to his groin. It wrapped itself around the base of Braeburn’s tail and tugged it down and out of the way, revealing Braeburn’s cute little butt and hardening length. It nuzzled his swollen balls, making him give a soft gasp. The tentacle on the left wrapped itself between his medial ring and his tip, then began stroking. It tightened on the downstroke, then loosened on the upstroke, making Braeburn’s length stiffen in its grasp.
As he began to pant, Braeburn felt the other tentacle’s tip brush up against his hole. His ears flicked down as he felt his cheeks warm in a blush. It squirmed against his entrance for several seconds, prompting him to relax and let it in. Taking a few deep breaths, Braeburn hissed when he felt the tip of the tentacle slip inside of his hole. His tight passage warmed as it squirted something slick inside of him, then much to his surprise, it pulled out of him, gently prodding his entrance all the while.
“Whoa...” Braeburn let his head fall back to the pillow as his entire body grew warm. His heart slowed down and his eyes drifted shut. Above all, he felt perfectly content. He instinctively bucked his hips upwards in response to the tentacle tightening its grasp on his cock. It teased the underside of his tip, dragging its length back and forth. Then, after he sighed, Braeburn felt his cock warm. Lazily cracking an eye open, he saw his length glistening with the creature’s natural lubricant. As he watched, he felt himself grow even stiffer, his cock twitching as his body absorbed the aphrodisiac.
The tentacle around his length released him, sliding down to his balls. Its tip began to vibrate, then it rubbed the area between Braeburn’s balls, separating each orb. The creature heard Braeburn groan at that, letting it know that it was on the right track.
“Darn, ya sure do know how ta make me feel good...” Braeburn moaned, his hips shivering from excitement. “But can ya... you know... fuck me?” The creature paused, then moved both tentacles to his rear entrance. With bated breath, Braeburn felt both of them excrete some lube onto his tight, puckered hole moments before one slipped inside of him, quickly followed by the other. The one on top slithered back and forth as it eased itself in, its girth expanding until it reached his prostate. Now at a solid two-inches thick, it started vibrating again and rubbed his P-spot, leaking more lube all the while.
Braeburn clenched down on the tender tentacles, making them pause inside of him. He couldn’t stop panting. Forcing himself to relax, he took several deep breaths then sighed as he felt the tentacles resume their job. The vibrations came even faster, and the tip of the tentacle rubbing his P-spot became more insistent. The other tentacle swelled up with each thrust until it matched the size of its brother.
The tentacle on the bottom pistoned in and out of Braeburn’s butt, putting pressure on the one massaging his prostate. He simply could not stop his legs from twitching; a sign that he knew all too well: he was about to cum. Feeling pressure build up in his balls, Braeburn grinned as his eyes slid shut. There’s no way that I’m... “I’m gonna... I’m gonna... I’m c-cumming!” he managed to squeak out. Biting his bottom lip, he clenched down hard on the tentacles, then a moment later, they shot their load deep in his ass. Braeburn’s mind went blank as he felt the tentacle’s seed warm him from the inside. It was quite the sensation, and one that he sadly didn’t experience often.
Half of him thought to keep jerking off, but he realized that he had orgasmed solely from being fucked. “How’s... that possible?” He groaned as he felt his balls clench, then release his first shot of cum. It splattered against his chest, soaking into his fur. His tip flaring up, almost unbearably so, another load of cum shot out and landed on his neck. Feeling another load travelling up his length, he chuckled when it just dribbled out of his tip to drip down his softening cock.
Certain that they were done, the tentacles picked up their pace, twirling around each other to form a single, thick appendage. Braeburn’s legs clamped together as he moaned, loud and proud. “So... so close!” he panted. The tentacles slowed their pace, then slid out until their tips grazed against his prostate again. Braeburn whimpered as he felt another orgasm build up in his core. The tentacles made ‘come hither’ motions inside of him, each tip taking the place of the other as it pushed him to the edge.
Much to his surprise, Braeburn felt another orgasm wash over him. As his eyes glazed over, he managed to see more cum dribbling from his tip before everything turned to black.
As soon as its tentacle slipped from Braeburn’s used and cum-filled ass, the creature sat back and watched as his entrance shrunk until it closed up. It purred and nuzzled his balls, feeling an outpouring of love coming from the stallion. The creature looked up to find him passed out, his chest covered in his own cum. It pulled the sheets back over him, then slid off of the bed and let its tentacles retract back into its body.
After it was sure that Braeburn was fast asleep, a gray curved horn formed on its head which lit up with a green aura. With a bright green flash, the creature shapeshifted from a near-featureless blob into that of its original shape: a changeling. He shivered from the amount of love that he had absorbed from Braeburn before he was able to wrangle himself back under control.
With a warm smile, the changeling stepped forward and tucked the sheets in around Braeburn, even taking care to make sure his tail was tucked in, too. He trotted across the room and opened the closet door with the tip of his muzzle, and when he spotted a folded blanket on the top shelf, he lit his horn and levitated it to the bed. As he felt a shiver run does his spine, the changeling paused, tempted to snuggle in with Braeburn and spend the rest of the night with him in his embrace, but he was on a mission for the hive. After he laid the blanket over the sleeping stallion, he cast a wistful smile over his shoulder as he left Braeburn alone in his bedroom.
Wondering who he’d absorb love and affection from next, the changeling looked back towards Braeburn’s room, a sole hoof already raised to go back to snuggle with him. With a muffled whimper, the changeling’s head drooped, then he stepped back out into the cold.
