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Subject: {ASSM} New: "Alien Tentacle!" by artie (scifi, mc, tentacle, rom?)
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Alien Tentacle!
 Copyright 2004 by <a
href="mailto:silli_artie@hotmail.com">silli_artie@hotmail.com</a>
This work may not be reposted or redistributed without the
prior express written permission of the author.A work of
fiction, meant for adults.  Read something else if you are not an
adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content.  Then
again, if all you're looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you
should probably read something else.  I welcome constructive
comments.  Enjoy.

"Keiko, where are you?" Michi called out, searching for her
friend and choob.

Such a strange place they were in!  Cool corridors lit with a
bluish light, strange noises and smells.

She looked in yet another room, looked past the low, wide
doorway.  The lighting inside was dimmer, still that bluish cast
that made her school uniform look black, and her white blouse
stand out, almost glowing.

This room was full of big boxes, each carefully marked in some
indecipherable script.

"Keiko!" she called again and continued down the corridor.

The next room was smaller, almost empty.  It had what looked to
be a futon up against a wall; piled next to it on both sides were
grayish-blue piles of strong, sturdy rope or something.

She thought she heard a noise, and stepped inside.  "Keiko?" she
said quietly.

A sound behind her -- she turned quickly.

"Keiko! is that you?"

Michi couldn't believe her eyes.  The girl before her might be
Keiko, except that her breasts were so huge, and her hips and
waist -- her school uniform was stretched and torn.

"Keiko?" Michi asked again.

As if in response, the girl in front of her raised her hand.  In
it she held something Michi didn't recognize, but it looked like
some kind of gun.  And how could Keiko's eyes look so big, so
dull, and yet glowing, all at the same time?

The girl with the gun took a step forward.  Michi took a step
back.  "Keiko?  What's the matter?  What has happened to you?"

Another step forward.  Michi took another step back.

Another few steps back, and Michi stumbled.  She looked and saw
one of the rope things was on her foot!  She screamed and tried
to kick it away, but it wrapped itself around her ankle!

She screamed again.  "Keiko, help me!"

It wrapped around her ankle.  She screamed more when the cool,
wet, blue-gray thing touched her skin.

She was deciding whether or not to grab it with her hands when
something grabbed her other ankle!  Tentacles!  Michi screamed
even more!

The tentacles suddenly tugged on her, pulling her back on the
futon.

As she screamed, another tentacle flopped onto her head, but it
couldn't grip her because of her short, black hair.

She sat up as she felt the tentacles on her legs moving.  They
moved up to her knees, and started pulling her knees apart and
rotating them outwards.

Her screams got louder as she saw another tentacle, one with a
different shape, slowly moving up between her legs!  She cried
out for Keiko once more.

But the girl who had been Keiko only smiled, knowing what was
coming next.

Michi hadn't seen the other tentacles approaching from behind; it
was too late for her to fight when they grabbed her shoulders and
pulled her back to the futon.  Another small tentacle appeared in
front of her face.  When she screamed again in terror, it
unleashed a fine mist in her face.

Michi caught a lungful of the mist, breathing it deep.  She
screamed again as the tentacles pulled her shoulders and opened
her legs more.  The tentacle in front of her face sprayed her
again.

Halfway through her scream, she stopped.  A dazed, empty look
filled her face and the fight went out of her as her mind went
blank.

The tentacle moving between her legs insinuated itself around her
panties.  As it touched hot, moist, skin, a golden droplet of
liquid formed at its tip.  The tentacles on Michi legs rotated
her knees out more.  The middle tentacle touched the golden
droplet to her clit, and started massaging gently, the tentacles
holding her rocking in rhythm.

Michi moaned.  Where moments before she'd been crying out in
terror, her cries became cries of lust and passion!

The tentacle teased her clit until it sensed she was ready.  Then
it slid down her slit.

Michi's body spasmed as the tentacle thrust into her, but she was
past any point of distinguishing pain from pleasure; it was all
pleasure now.  She cried out in lust as the tentacle thrust in
and out of her.  She moved her hips to meet it as much as she
could.

Keiko watched hungrily, her mouth watering.

The tentacle's thrusts deepened and slowed.  Bulges of seed moved
down the tentacle.

Michi screamed in pleasure as the first pulse filled her, and the
second, and the third.  Her cries became even more incoherent as
she started to change with succeeding pulses of seed.  Her
breasts grew, popping her tiny bra and bursting her blouse.  Her
waist shrank even as her hips and thighs grew.  Her eyes grew
larger, pulsing with a strange light, and her lips filled.

Keiko ripped off the remains of her own panties and pounced just
as the tentacle started to withdraw.  She grasped it and impaled
herself on it and then threw herself down between her
schoolmate's legs, devouring her.

Michi moaned and writhed in ecstasy again, as did Keiko, the
tentacle thrusting in and out of her again, as it had done not
too long ago.

*

"Jorq, what are you reading!" Mifw exclaimed as she snatched the
tablet from Jorq's tentacles.  She read a little more, and felt
herself mottling in embarrassment.  "You just wait until Pwet
gets home from work!  You keep reading filth like this, and
you'll grow scales!"  She threatened the teenager with a main
tentacle as she held the tablet at a distance in another.  When
he rippled in fear, she slithered out of her youngster's pod in
disgust.

She accosted her mate with the tablet when he got home.  "This is
all your fault!  If you hadn't been involved decoding those
images, this never would have happened!  They're all monsters, or
like Treg says, you're decoding them wrong -- nothing could be
that ugly and actually live like that!"

Pwet looked over the tablet, scanning the text rapidly.  He felt
his midtentacle moisten and swell as he read.  So many adolescent
images!  "Strong, sturdy" tentacles indeed!

"Well?  What are you going to do?" his nestmate demanded,
thrumming in irritation.

Pwet put the tablet down.  The opening to their pod was closed,
so they had privacy.  "I'll talk to him, and help him on his
grammar," he said.  "I don't know what their equivalent is for
choob, 'packmate' or 'classmate' possibly?  It's hard to pick
linguistic congruences."

"What!  You approve of this ... filth?" Mifw exclaimed, spotting
in surprise.

Pwet moved closer to his nestmate, holding her the way she liked,
but keeping his mid safely coiled out of her reach; if she
snapped it off, it would take months to regrow, months of painful
celibacy.  "Dear, I've explained it to you before.  They may look
like monsters to us, but they're so far away that it took their
signals fifty years to get here.  With everything we know, it
would take hundreds years to reach their planet, if we wanted to
go there, and we believe they're nowhere close to our science. 
But we still need to understand them.  They are another sentient
species, after all.  And through understanding them, we can learn
to better understand ourselves.  Now as to Jorq, he wasn't just
reading this, he wrote it.  He's seen a number of those image
sequences, as have you, and a few others, and we've asked him to
write whatever he wants imagining a meeting of our races.  And
he's done well, trying to envision us from their point of view,
making quite vivid use of what we understand to be the
environmental, sensory, and ah, biological differences between
us."

He held and caressed her as she rippled in disgust.

"Yes, I know, it's hard to imagine being in the same place with
them, so hot, so dry, so red.  You say all are equal in Zud's
mouth.  Doesn't that apply to them as well?  But what we're
asking you, and Jorq, and others to do is to look beyond the
differences, and imagine what would happen.  And are you really
surprised, at his age, that he isn't thinking about mating?"

Mifw rippled in disgust again.  "But with those ... things... 
I'd almost rather he was ..."

Pwet held her closer, feeling their rhythms becoming one.  He
allowed himself to express just a little.  "I know," he
whispered, cuddling his nestmate.  "How could such creatures
imagine the love we share, how we feel for each other, the
lifelong commitment we make?"

"But what he wrote," she sighed.

"Common adolescent male fantasies, to be able to control a
female.  He hasn't experienced it yet; he doesn't know how
wonderful it is to give yourself completely to your lover, to let
her take you body and soul...  I just hope he finds someone as
wonderful as you, as warm and moist as you, that his first time
is half as good as ours was, as ours are..."

He was startled when Mifw suddenly became so receptive in his
embrace, weaving her main tentacles around him, pulsing him
rhythmically, one of her nurse tentacles delicately and
seductively reaching for his mid.

He recognized the signs in her that she was going to express, and
not just a little.  She would shower him and he'd be deliciously
helpless in her embrace.

"I love you," he moaned while he was still coherent, moving to a
more comfortable position against her, exposing his mid.

"And I love you," she said, gently tugging on his mid,
encouraging it to where it belonged, enjoying making him twilk in
pleasure.

He relaxed as she cuddled and thrummed him, squeezing him as she
expressed a golden cloud of mist, making the effect all the more
powerful on him.

Ah well, have to write this up as well, he thought as his mind
faded to bliss in her rhythmic embrace.  A researcher's job is
never done.

FIN04/23/2004
Alien Tentacle By <a
href="mailto:silli_artie@hotmail.com">silli_artie@hotmail.com</a>
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