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Myc and Andre didn’t talk about it.
They referred to it symbolically, through veiled conversation and unintentional innuendos, but it was never mentioned outright. What it meant for either of them, neither knew; what it meant for the other was an even greater mystery.
'It' referred to the sex Andre and Myc had during the lizard orgy, of course.
Myc and Andre had previously agreed that what happened in an orgy stayed in the orgy, but it didn't stop either one from thinking about it.
The first time it happened, Myc had latched onto Andre during the orgy. Tentacles slithered into places of Andre's that Myc had never even dared to dream about - this was his best friend, and although Myc was in a near-constant state of arousal, he'd never allowed himself to think of Andre in this way.
Not until that day, anyway.
The second time it happened, they'd been at work.
Myc cornered Andre one evening after the orgy, catching him when he was alone in the break room. It was closing time, and Andre was pilfering through his secret stash of hallucinogens that he kept behind the break room, tucked neatly in a hole behind a picture frame. “Hang in there, baby” in white text captioned a kitten hanging from a tree branch; it was easily the tackiest piece of décor in the room, and that was why Andre knew it would be left alone. His stash would remain private for as long as people deliberately ignored it.
"Andre, you son of a bitch," Myc began, slamming the break room door behind him. He approached Andre, who scrambled to cover his trail, but it quickly became clear to the man that Myc had no interest in whatever Andre was doing.
"What's up, Myc?"
"Why are you avoiding me?"
"What? I'm not avoiding you, man," Andre insisted, palms held up to show he meant no harm.
"Yeah, you are, you slime ball," Myc insisted.
"No, no, no, I've just been, uh... busy. You know. With stuff."
Myc grabbed Andre by the wrist, pulling him in closer.
"I'm psychic, dumbass. I can read your mind. I know you're avoiding me, and I know why you're avoiding me. I just want you to say it out loud."
"Say what out loud?" Andre laughed nervously, hands gently clawing at Myc's tentacle in an attempt to get him to release.
"Tell me you liked it, you fucking slut," Myc stated, grabbing Andre's free wrist with a different flagella.
"I..."
"You're being really weird about this. Normally you're all open and carefree and fucking clueless, but since it's me it's different? What, just because we're friends, you can't like having sex with me?"
"Myc-,"
"You humped and dumped me, asshole."
Andre sighed, no longer resisting Myc's grasp on his wrists. "You sound like one of my exes."
"Is that why you're treating me like one?"
"Well, you did give me mushroom herpes," Andre spat back.
"It's harmless to humans."
"It's the principle of the matter!" The psilocybin in Myc's tentacles was beginning to kick in, Andre noticed, and it wasn't mixing well with whatever he was already on. The world around him was growing fuzzy.
"Too bad, so sad," Myc stated. "Look. We both know you've been avoiding me because your hentai addiction is so bad you're finally realizing that you're obsessed with tentacle sex. But you know what? Even though you've been a shit friend, I'm still a good person, and I'm willing to give you what you want."
Andre gulped. "And what's that, exactly?"
"Me."
The two went silent, allowing a moment to pass.
Andre sighed, vision clouded. His head was swimming, and he felt as though all of his senses had been cut in half - all he felt was warm fuzziness, his vision fading in and out and threatening to go out entirely. He furrowed his brows, closing his eyes in an attempt to focus on what little thought processes he had left.
"You're drugging me on purpose, aren't you?"
"Oh, yeah. don't pretend like you don't like it," Myc mocked, tentacled grip growing stronger.
The sad part was, Andre did enjoy it - he'd loved it during the orgy, and he loved it more now. He loved it more now because this time, it felt deliberate - it was a purposeful crossing of what little boundaries the two had, and Andre felt his knees grow weak at the thoughts that had creeped inside his addled mind.
"Your thoughts," Myc stated. "You really want me to do that?"
Andre frowned and then nodded, biting his lip. He felt warmth in his groin.
"You're a sick fuck," Myc laughed, using a second tentacle to unbuckle Andre's slacks. He yanked them off with swift force, bringing Andre's pants and boxers down in one fell movement.
Andre gasped when the cold, sterile air of the break room brushed against his cock, causing it to twitch.
Myc inched a tentacle against Andre's cock, teasing it gently with slow strokes. Andre let out a sigh in response, leaning into Myc's touch.
Myc's tentacle found its way to the tip of Andre's cock, gently rubbing the slit with feather-light touches. He felt the precum ooze out in response, and Andre squeaked, hips bucking involuntarily as Myc plunged the slick tentacle into Andre's urethra.
"Alright, slut, how's that?"
Andre nodded, biting his lip. "Awesome."
Myc pushed the tentacle in further.
"Keep going," Andre let out, breathless.
Myc inched it in deeper inside of Andre's slit, embracing the strange sensation of his tentacle inside of another man's cock. He slowly slid it in and out, using another tentacle to delicately caress Andre's balls and shaft.
"This fucking rules," Andre groaned, leaning against the break room fridge for balance. He stood with his legs wide apart, but his knees were jelly - he was barely able to stand upright.
He gasped as Myc increased the rhythm, a wet squishing sound coming from where he was doing his work.
"Yeah, you like that, bitch?" Myc responded, a third tentacle inching its way up Andre's bare leg. It stopped at Andre's asshole, teasing it by rubbing up against it in circular motion.
Andre nodded, letting out a whimper. He felt his orgasm building, but he was too far gone to curse it.
Myc, sensing Andre's impending petit mort< suddenly stopped, burying his tentacle deep inside Andre's cock and holding it there.
Andre whimpered, desperately bucking his hips in an attempt to create some friction.
It wasn't working.
"Myc, you asshole, let me cum," he threatened, voice cracked and needy.
Myc wrapped a tentacle around the base of Andre's shaft, squeezing it tauntingly. Andre knew he wouldn't be able to cum like this; Myc's vice grip, although not painful, clamped Andre's urethra shut, preventing orgasm.
Andre, frustrated, attempted to wrench his hands free in order to intervene in Myc's ability to stop him, but Myc held tight.
"I don't think so," Myc said, voice low and threatening. "You're gonna wait 'til daddy feels like you've earned it."
"You call youself daddy?" Andre asked, bewildered.
"I'm daddy as fuck," Myc responded.
Myc gingerly removed his tentacles from Andre's genitals, continuing to hold Andre's wrists tight. He then wrapped more tentacles around Andre's wrists and carried him to the break room table, forcing the man onto its cold surface.
Andre laid on his stomach, ass vulnerable. Myc took this opportunity to slip a tentacle into his asshole, relishing the tight feeling of Andre's insides. Andre let out a groan, leaning further into the table.
"That's my buttslut," Myc purred. "Take it all."
Andre eased into the rhythm of Myc's thrusts. He wasn't resisting Myc's grip on his wrists any more; instead, he was focused on the deep pounding his prostate was getting.
Myc wrapped a tentacle around the base of Andre's cock, behind his balls, holding it tight enough to deny Andre an orgasm. He knew he'd only be able to keep this going for so long - eventually, Andre's desire to cum would overpower Myc's flagella.
Andre desperately reached down to his cock, jerking himself off vigorously. It was futile - for now.
Myc, feeling bold, teased another tentacle against Andre's backside.
"So, hypothetically, how would you feel about two?" Myc probed, although he'd already made up his mind.
Andre said nothing - he merely thrust himself against Myc's tentacles desperately, making a loud whining sound.
Myc chuckled, slipping a second tentacle into Andre's asshole. He doubled down on fucking the man's prostate, grip on his cock growing tighter.
"You're a fucking monster," Andre groaned.
"No, I'm a mushroom," Myc responded, quickening his pace.
Andre grunted and moaned, sweat beading on his forehead. He was still jerking himself off, hand practically a blur from the rhythm he'd been maintaining. His knees were jelly, and he was leaning against the table hard. His hands clenched, grasping at the air as if it were something he could hold on to.
Andre rolled his hips, synchronized with Myc's thrusts.
Myc relaxed into it, allowing his psychic secretions to flow freely. He filled Andre's ass up, and a sticky cerulean liquid leaked out between the gaps of his flagella.
Andre's head was spinning, and he felt as though he were floating high above the clouds. His mind had gone elsewhere, and he was stricken with only the most primal thoughts.
"Yeah, Myc, breed me," he moaned.
Myc did a double take. "I could, you know. I lay seed pod eggs."
"You what?" Andre asked, suddenly brought back down to reality.
"You wanna get ass pregnant? I could do it."
Andre's eyes widened. He'd never considered such a thing to even be possible. What would happen if Myc laid the pollen spores inside of him?
"Do it," Andre stated, returning back to his blissful state.
He'd seen egg laying porn, of course - he'd seen practically every type of legal porn out there. He had always been curious about what it would feel like.
"Alright, you fucking weirdo. Get ready," Myc warned.
A moderately-sized bump formed at the base of one of the tentacles in Andre's ass, slowly making its way through.
When the bulge reached Andre's ass, he let out a yelp. It was much thicker than Myc's two tentacles combined, and it stretched him wide open.
A second one came not long after, forcing its way into Andre's lubricated hole. He had to admit, once you got used to the feeling, it was almost relaxing.
It felt right.
Three, four, and five more seeds made their way inside of Andre.
Taken in by the satisfying release of laying his eggs, Myc relaxed his grip on Andre's cock. He'd forgotten how good laying eggs felt. It was like a release; to him, it was more satisfying than any orgasm he'd ever had.
When the sixth egg entered Andre, he came hard. His dick twitched in his hand, balls tightening as cum shot out of him. His eyes rolled back into his head and he moaned a variety of expletives.
His orgasm seemed to last much longer than he was used to. It was only when Myc slipped his tentacles out of Andre's ass that Andre realized he had just had a minute-long orgasm.
"That," he panted, "that was fucking crazy."
After a moment, allowing the bliss to settle, he stood back up, wobbly.
He looked down at his distended belly, patting it. He almost felt something close to love for what had been planted inside of him - until he recognized the implications, anyway.
"Wait, am I going to have your babies?"
"Nah," Myc replied idly. "You'd have to fertilize them with soil so they could grow. Right now, they're just going to dissolve."
Andre shrugged. He dressed up quickly, not bothering to tie his tie or fix his hair. They'd just loudly fucked in the break room; he was sure that everyone in the building had heard it by this point, so he saw no point in trying to hide the evidence.
"I'm going to be leaking all day," Andre sighed.
"You're welcome," Myc responded.
The two both grew quiet, and Andre looked around the room awkwardly.
"So," he began.
"So?" Myc responded.
"We should do that again sometime," Andre stated.
"You wanna be my little egg-laying bitch, huh?"
"I think motherhood suits me," Andre laughed, patting his pregnant belly.
"Ew," Myc replied.
"How long does this stuff take to dissolve, anyway?"
"A couple days," Mic stated idly. "And they're gonna have you fucked up the whole time. They secrete the same stuff I do."
"Oh, nice!" Andre exclaimed. "If that's the case, we definitely need do do this more often."
"Just don't tell anyone," Myc said firmly. "If they ask, you got abducted by aliens. I don't want the gang thinking I'm desperate."
"But you are."
"Shut the fuck up, Andre."