Follow the sound of the scream

Realizing someone was in trouble, and without much of a plan about what he could do about it — especially in his current form — Duncan threw caution to the wind and ran toward the sound of distress.

He was grateful he was not in the ridiculous grass skirt Felixia had given him when she transformed him into a woman, but he longed for his normal body again. For one thing, he wished for the physical strength that was rightfully his. For another, he wanted to be able to run without the burden of massive breasts bouncing up and down with each stride, throwing off his balance.

Before he could bemoan his fate too much, the scream occurred again, much closer now and also recognizable. It was Felixia! Whatever was happening to her, it must be horrid; he had never known her to lose her cool, even in the most stressful of scenarios, yet now she was caterwauling in a way that could only mean she was enduring mortal agony.

Redoubling his efforts, Duncan pushed through a thick bramble, not even stopping when he heard the sound of his clothing tearing or even as he felt sharp thorns rip into his flesh.

“Felixia! I am coming!” he shouted at the top of his lungs. He grabbed a large stick as he ran, brandishing it to clear a path for his ****. “Felixia!”

In moments he found himself in a clearing, and he stopped, straining his ears for a sign of where to go. He did not have to wait long. Above him he heard the sound of rustling, and looking up saw something that caused him to fall silent.

He stood at the base of a tall tree. In the moonlight he could see the tree stretched high above him before branching out into a large, thick canopy of branches and leaves. Something was in those branches, and it was something incredibly large.

The massive branches moved back and forth as if they were mere twigs being tossed about by large bear. Duncan took a step back to better assess the situation and felt his blood run cold at the sight of an octopus-like tentacle slinking its way through the leaves and wrapping itself around the enormous tree trunk.

Before Duncan could react, the branches parted, and he saw a hideous apparition descend down the trunk. It had a head that looked like that of a wolf, but instead of a wolf’s snout, it sported a large, hooked beak like an eagle’s. Its body was like that of a large, hairy spider, with two distinct segments, but instead of eight spider legs, it had at least 20 long, suction-cupped tentacles of varying lengths. From the top of its head to the bottom of its body, the creature stretched nearly 12 feet in length. Its smallest tentacles were no less than 3 feet long, while the largest were nearly ten feet long.

Duncan took another step back, tripped over a rock, and fell backwards. He tried to crawl on his back, way from the monstrosity, but before he could do so, one of the loathsome tentacles reached out and wrapped itself around his ankle. He swung his stick at it, but the blow was blocked by another tentacle, which grabbed the weapon and easy rested it from Duncan’s hand.

“Well, what do we have here?” the monster spoke. As it opened its beak, Duncan watched in ever-increasing horror as a suction-cup-covered, tentacle-like tongue emerged from the beak and systematically licked at its sharp fangs. The fangs dripped with long, glistening strands of what may have been saliva or venom, for all Duncan knew.

“Stay your ground, loathsome creature, and unhand me!” Duncan commanded in his best attempt at a steady voice. “How dare you touch a prince of a the realm!”

“Prince of the realm?” asked the creature, slithering closer on its array of appendages. It lifts Duncan by the ankle, suspending him upside down in front of its face. “What kind of prince from what kind of realm might you be? A very clever disguise, I must say,” it said, prodding Duncan’s body with a tentacle.

“I tell you I am Prince Duncan, Duke of Lancish, and son of your rightful liege, Malcolm, King of Mirantia. Now let me go, and no harm will come to you.”

“Prince Duncan?” said the creature, its body throbbing with what might be laughter. “I had heard he was not the picture of manhood that his brother is, but I never suspected he was so ... feminine.” Again, the creature prodded Duncan.

“And if you are our fair prince, why do you visit my humble home wearing such things? Why, they are practically falling off you as it is.”

Duncan’s eyes grew wide as the end of one of the tentacles morphed into three opposable digits and began plucking the shreds of his clothing from him. Soon he found himself not only suspended upside down, but also totally nude.

“Hmmm....” said the creature, holding Duncan close to its face. “Not at all like I pictured our well beloved prince! I think your lies are just as bad as your disguise. And if I am not much mistaken, the penalty for impersonating a member of the royal family is ****. I wonder what sort of reward the King will give me for you, and whether he needs all of you or just a few tangible remains....”

Again the end of the tentacle morphed, switching from the rudimentary hand to a mouth with sharp teeth.

“Let me go!” demanded Duncan. “I know how this looks, but if you will allow me to find my travelling companion, all can be explained.”

“Your travelling companion? Would that, perchance, have been a Felechon?”

“What know you of a Felechon?” Duncan asked, a cold feeling forming in the pit of his stomach.

“A tasty morsel she was, too,” said the beast, again licking its fangs. “A shame to have to eat her. Her fur coat would have made a lovely mitten for one of my tentacles, don’t you think? But I was so hungry, and you see, that’s the thing about us Kavunkabeests — we are completely driven by our urges and must act upon them.”

“You ate Felixia?” Duncan asked, fear and despair filling him.

“I regretted it almost before I finished the last bite. She was so nubile, so sensuous, so seductive.... I regretted not tending to another urge before devouring her, but alas, all is well now, because you just happened to come by, right when I needed dessert.”

The creature brought two tentacles before Duncan’s eyes, and he watched as they transformed into massive penises, hideously covered with suction cups. One of them dripped with a clear slime. He recoiled as the creature brought both abominations to Duncan’s face and caressed him.

“And since I just satisfied my hunger, I won’t have to be in a hurry with you,” it said. “I can take my time and have some fun....”

Duncan felt another tentacle take hold of his other ankle, spreading his legs apart. One of the phallic tentacles left his face and explored its way over his body, spending extra time circling his breasts, before gently prodding between his legs. Duncan struggled to get free, but his efforts only resulted in two more tentacles securing his wrists and pulling him in a spread eagle position.

“Yes, this will be most enjoyable,” said the Kavunkabeest.

Duncan strained his neck to see what was going on and saw several more tentacles change into the horrible phallic form. He felt several of them on his body, exploring and gently prodding all over his face, breasts and legs. One positioned itself at the entrance to his vagina, and although he couldn’t see, it felt as if a long, serpentine tongue had protruded from the end and was gingerly inspecting. Duncan felt another come up from the other side, worming its way between his buttocks. Another traced his lips, seemingly deciding whether to invade his mouth.

“Do you have anything else to say, little spareling, before I begin?” asked the creature.