The sun had set, and the moon was rising. The forest was alive with night creatures and the sounds of the forest. Mutt was walking through the woods, enjoying the cool air and the scent of the earth. He had heard rumors of an omnipotent being who could grant a wish if you passed its test.
He had chanced upon the myth as a scholar last year, and had saved up for the long, arduous journey. He had finally set out 3 days ago. He had crossed the mountains and entered the forest early this morning. He walked for what seemed like hours until he came to a clearing. In the center of the clearing was a pool of clear water. At its center sat what looked like a large stone altar.
He set camp and rested, mentally preparing to make the necessary sacrifice. He fell asleep, and when he awoke, it was dark all around. Finally feeling ready, he approached the pool cautiously, looking around for any signs of life. He saw nothing but the moonlight reflecting off the water. He took a deep breath and stepped into the water. It was cold, but refreshing.
He waded towards the middle of the pool. As he got closer to the altar, he noticed that it was not stone at all. It was a porous looking sponge, dark grey or black, he couldn't tell in the dark. It was firm to his touch, but soft and yielding as his hand relaxed. He stopped, unsure of what to do next.
He stood there for a moment, trying to think of what to do. Suddenly, he felt something grab his ankles from the water. He turned, but before he could react, he felt himself being pulled down. He struggled, but it was no use.
As he fell, he saw two thick tentacles wrap around his wrist. Suddenly his stomach flipped and he was airborne, being carried towards the altar by the tentacles around his ankles and wrist. The porous sponge was suddenly very soft and yielding as he was pulled down into it.
He was surrounded by the soft, spongy mass, which now felt slick and slightly warm as its thick, fluid began to seep into his clothes and onto his skin. He struggled to get free, but he was soon enveloped and couldn't move an inch.
"Breathe," a velvety voice resonated in his mind. He gasped as he found he could breathe perfectly well. "You will not die," the voice resonated again. "At least not yet."
Suddenly, the sponge-like mass began to move around him. He was turned over and over, as if being examined. His clothes were pulled off of him, leaving his naked body exposed to the slick spongy mass. The sponge seemed to shiver at this and he felt a rush of warmth flow through it and onto his skin.
He shivered at the sensation. "I have been waiting for you," the voice said. "I am pleased that you have come to me. Have you prepared the sacrifice?" The sponge began to move around him again, warm and slick and wet, and he felt it squeeze his cock. He moaned in pleasure as he felt a warm wetness wreathe around his member.
Suddenly he panicked, thinking "The sacrifice. I had forgotten to place it on the altar. It was still in the pocket of my clothes." "Ah, found it. Good," the voice reverberated its satisfaction and Mutt felt a warm energy permeate inside him.
"Now we can begin." The sponge began to move around him again, the slick sponge squeezing his cock, stroking his balls, teasing his nipples. then suddenly it gripped him tightly, pulling him deeper into itself. He felt himself being stretched, and then squeezed tight, so tight he thought he would burst.
"Did you deceive me? The necessary sacrifice is two weeks worth of sexual discharge. What you brought in your vial is only one week's worth." Mutt felt afraid. He had spent two full weeks masturbating, dutifully collecting his discharge for the sacrifice.
"Ah I see. I suppose times have changed. In the past, you would have visited my priestesses, who would have fucked the discharge out of you for two weeks. No matter, it has been a while since I have had a supplicant. I shall extract the remaining discharge from you now," the mass reverberated.
"Open your mouth," it pulsed into his mind. The sponge filled his mouth, expanding into every available crevice. He didn't even have a chance to gag as it pushed itself past his tongue and into his throat. He felt it worm its way down his esophagus and slowly fill his belly.
"Swallow," it commanded. His throat was crammed full, but he tried nevertheless. "Mmm, very good!" it vibrated inside him. "More," it demanded. "I'm filling you with my discharge. It is both lubricant and stimulant. It will help you produce the sacrifice you must." Mutt swallowed, clenching the muscles of his throat around the appendage's shape repeatedly, earning a hum of approval.