TENTACLE
YOUR FANCY part 2
by T.C.
Shanahan
Same
warning as before.
It wasn't easy getting back to
America. Brian kept having to tell
every female at the airport that he was "not gonna fucking rape
you!" His college buds insisted on
getting a separate one-way flight because there was no fucking way they were
going to sit with whatever Brian became.
Brian began to wish he wasn't an atheist so he could thank God for
giving him the foresight to buy a round-trip ticket to Japan, since his
now-ex-friends weren't going to give him any cash.
It was even worse on the plane: the minute
he got on board, everyone ran for the emergency exit, screaming about the
Apocalypse or something. Well, at least
he now had the whole plane to himself; but it was gonna be hell getting the
stewardesses to serve him a meal without the fear of being tentacle-raped.
And the arrival...forget it. When someone finally worked up the courage
to tell him to fasten his seatbelt, the problem was that he couldn't even fit
in a seat anymore. He wound up having
to wrap his tentacles around several seats and brace himself for the bump. Surprisingly it didn't hurt as much, since
his new body was so much tougher.
The big problem came in getting off: his
parents both had heart attacks, the airport emptied from panickers, and
policemen kept trying to shoot him. The
bullets bounced off his body, although whenever they hit his tentacles or his
face they stung a bit. And speaking of
his face, when he saw his reflection in the gleaming metal walls of the
airport, what stared back was not his old, nerdy-looking face but a purple head
with staring all-blue eyes with white slitted pupils, no nose, and a mouth full
of fangs. Not even my face looks
like me anymore, he realized, and promptly broke down and cried.
Eventually, he made his way home, which
was all his now, just a big, lonely, empty building. He managed, with difficulty, to e-mail Achika on his
progress. As for her end, however, the
scientists were having difficulties trying to even analyze the slime she had
collected from Brian. It had been a
hassle trying to convince them the recordings from the security cameras were
real and not some amateur sci-fi movie.
Still, she tried to tell him to have hope that things would work out.
Brian was starting to have his
doubts. "This, 'work
out'?" he asked, looking down at himself.
Suddenly, he heard the doorbell
ringing. Slithering his way downstairs,
he made his way to the front door and asked, in as human a voice as he could
manage, "Who's there?"
"It's me, Meryl," said a female
voice.
"M-Meryl?" Brian gulped. Meryl was, in Brian's opinion anyway, the
prettiest co-ed on campus. Red hair,
bright green eyes, full lush lips, and oh yeah, a great rack. As for her opinion of Brian, he was
"cute, but nothing special."
"D-don't come in!" Brian
pleaded.
"Brian, I know all about what
happened," Meryl said. "The
trouble you caused for the plane industry was on CNN, not to mention the
evening news. Oh, and the rest of the
gang told me their side of it when I met them.
I came over to see if I could help cheer you up."
"You can try," sighed
Brian. Two of his arm-tentacles gently
held the doorknob, pulled...and ripped the door loose violently.
"Sorry," said Brian. "I'm still learning how this stupid body
works."
Meryl came into the foyer. She looked up at the new Brian. "My God, Brian...what the fuck happened
to you?"
"Some kind of genetic engineering
project," said Brian, making a motion as if trying to shrug
no-longer-existent shoulders.
Meryl examined the tentacles. "Say, these look kinda like..."
"Yeah, I know," snapped
Brian. "I made some stupid comment
about wanting to look like a porno stud and..."
He felt a strange sensation on one of his
dick-tentacles. He turned toward it and
saw Meryl, slowly licking the "head" of one of his extra
members. "Uh, Meryl? What the fuck are you doing?"
Meryl's ecstatic face changed as she
realized what she was doing.
"Oh!" she said, releasing the tentacle. "I'm sorry. It's just that I've been watching certain animes and..."
"You're into tentacle rape?"
Brian wondered. "But I
thought..."
Meryl nodded. "Tentacle non-rape scenes, where the woman is
willing, are really rare," she explained.
All the more reason I get turned on when they happen. It proves that the woman's enjoying the
experience."
"And...do you...?" Brian
wondered.
"Oh, yes," said Meryl. She was starting to get turned on. "Sometimes I fantasize..." She started touching herself.
"Details?" asked Brian, getting
horny himself. His tentacles twitched
with arousal. A small part of his mind
wondered if he'd found Meryl all that attractive if he'd known about this
particular fetish earlier, but all those quasi-hard-ons were distracting him.
"I'm walking down a street,"
Meryl began, rubing her crotch left hand as her right kneaded her left
breast. "It's dark, and I'm the
only person around. Suddenly I hear a
sound...it's this creature, and all his tentacles are hungry...hungry
for me. I try to run away--"
"But you can't!" Brian
mock-gloated, letting out a "diabolical villain" laugh as four of his
tentacles wrapped around Meryl's arms and legs, lifting her in the air. Meryl squealed with glee as Brian helped
pull her clothes off. He lumbered back
into his room, the delightedly helpless Meryl in tow.
As they got to the bed, Brian continued to
play the part of the "demonic rapist" as he continued to strip the
"helpless victim" Meryl out of her clothes. He shot forth another tentacle and slid it into her pussy. Meryl gasped loudly.
Brian slowed down for a second. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"
"Hell no," replied Meryl. "In fact, I've never felt anything
so...well-lubricated before."
Brian smiled evilly. "Then get ready, babe, 'cause here
comes his big brother, and he's coming through the back door!" Another limb slid into Meryl's anus
frictionlessly. "Oh, my God,"
Meryl murmured before she started to gasp.
As she started to buck and writhe, Brian smiled and completed the whole
tentacle bondage thing by sliding a member into her mouth. Meryl's eyes shot open. "Crmmrrmph?" she mumbled.
"Huh?" Brian asked, pulling it
out.
"I said...gasp...'calamari?'"
Brian smiled. "That doc thought of everything," he mused. Sticking his member back in, he reclined on
the (now crushed beneath his weight) bed and enjoyed the effect Meryl's tight,
moist places had on his new nervous system.
The feelings were mutual. Meryl had never been so...penetrated
before. Her vagina was penetrated to
the back of her womb, and everything was tingling from the effect of Brian's
slime. The same was true of her rear
from buttocks to colon, and the tentacle in her mouth was the most delicious
dick she'd ever tasted. Her feelings
intensified and she spasmed, her hips thrusting, her body throbbing with
ecstasy, and suddenly her body and mind exploded into the most powerful orgasm
she'd ever known. It was heaven, more
wonderful than any fantasy. (If I start
singing a romantic ballad, you have permission to taser my ass).
Brian felt Meryl's body tighten, and he
began to have a similar reaction. Every
nerve in the tentacles pleasuring Meryl caught fire, a sensation that flowed
back into his body and then throughout the tentacles that were otherwise
unoccupied. Brian felt his body
beginning to climax. Surprisingly, the
unused tentacles seemed to merely "burble" out their cum, which then
retreated back inside without much spillover, while the ones in use felt like a
steady flow of mini-orgasms, one after the other.
Brian remembered an article by Larry Niven
about Superman fucking Lois Lane, about how his strength would kill Lois when
he climaxed. He then remembered the
feats of superhuman strength he himself performed in this new body. Yet Meryl seemed to be surviving this
experience. Some kind of subconscious
mechanism to keep me from killing my dates? he wondered. Damn, that doctor did think of
everything.
After the orgasms stopped, he gently laid
Meryl on his body and extracted his tentacles in an almost gentlemanly
fashion. After a few moments, Meryl
recovered from her miraculous, prolonged orgasm.
"Whoo," she puffed, "that
was amazing."
"Yeah," smiled Brian. They lay still for a few seconds, then Meryl
pouted. "Crap, now I got a
problem...what human could satisfy me now?"
TO BE
CONTINUED (depending on the feedback I get)