Mickey gets kinky with a tentacle

He brushed the back of his neck--it felt like something was tickling him. When he pulled back his hand, it was covered in goop. Inky goop. Blot goop.
A Bloticle snaked its way around his throat and squeezed!
Mickey clutched the tendril and tugged at it hard. He managed to shove the end of the paintbrush between his neck and the tentacle, creating space for him to breathe. He mustered all of his rapidly dwindling strength and executed a perfect flip. His head dropped down out of the tendril's grasp. He landed right side up, facing the tendril. It reached for him again but he was too quick.

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