Under The Bed

Personal Disclaimer: Wow…an original work type thingie… Not really all that surprising I guess. After all, someone with as twisted an imagination as me should be able to come up with stuff that’s not directly based off of other’s work…right? At any rate, this story just popped into my head after realizing that while I’ve done a few tentacle sex scenes, each and every one of them has been completely non-consensual in some way shape or form. Either bald-faced rape or involving mind-control. (The Malboro scenes don’t count since those tentacles have bodies attached to them…I’m just talking about pure millions-of-tentacles-from-nowhere scenes here). That’s when it hit me, I love it when girls want the monsters to screw their brains out…right? So, here we go with a girl who’s come back home from a bad relationship only to learn that the monster that lives under her bed, the one that her parents managed to convince her was merely part of her imagination, isn’t merely real, but madly in love with her. Will she love it back or will it be forced to…uh…force it’s affections on her? In all truth, it might be a little of both. After all, there’s nothing wrong with a little reluctance…right? In case you hadn’t guess, there’s gonna be sex involved.

Under The Bed…
By The Playing Mantis

Karen was still sobbing as her car pulled into the driveway. Two years of marriage and five years of dating before that, down the drain in one fell swoop. And, the saddest part of it was that she was blaming herself. Thoughts like if only she hadn’t come home early to surprise him, and if only she had been better in bed slipped through her head as she stared through the window at her parent’s house. She wasn’t sure what was worse, the fact that she was running back home, or the fact that she would have to tell her parents that her husband had been sleeping with her best friend since before they started dating. She sighed heavily as she dropped her head, banging it on the steering wheel. “Ow!...fuck…” she muttered angrily. She sighed a little before slowly getting out of the car and trudging up to the front door. The door was already open when she got there, her parents looking both surprised at her sudden visit and concerned at the look on her face. She tried to tell them that everything was fine and that she’d just come over for a surprise visit, but it didn’t take long before she told them a lie. She told them that there had been a fight and in a fit of anger he’d thrown her out. That wasn’t even half the truth, but she couldn’t tell them everything.


About how she’d gotten off of work early to celebrate their anniversary, how she’d found him in bed with her best friend and how they’d merely laughed. They’d laughed it off and went right back at it right in front of her. And all she’d done was slowly close the door and walk to the living room, where she sat and waited for them. She knew she could hear them, and they knew that she could too, but they didn’t care.

She heard David moaning Amber’s name and Amber screaming her passion. She felt numb, like everything had come crashing down around her. She was still trying to figure out what to do when the two walked into the living room. Amber, at least, had the decency to look a little contrite now that the passion of the moment had left her. “Are you still here? God, you are so thick!” he sneered.

“David…don’t…” said Amber.

“Oh shut up!” snapped David, “Don’t go trying to be nice now! You’ve been wanting to tell her that we’ve been fucking ever since we met. It’s the only reason you hang out with the little bore anyway.”

“But…you introduced him to me,” said Karen dully. “You’ve got your own husband and…why?”

“Cause daddy would never let me marry him,” sighed Amber. “He had my entire life picked out for me since before I was born. But I liked David. I tried to tell daddy that, but he wouldn’t go for it, so I needed someone to go out with him and be my best friend…you know, so I could still see him and everything.” Karen suddenly wondered if her best friend had always sounded like a valley girl bimbo without her noticing. “Anyway, my husband is gay and only wanted an heir so now I’m left to my own devices now that I’ve had that little spawn.”

“I wanna divorce…” said Karen desperately. “And if you don’t just up and leave me with everything then…then…I’ll tell everyone about you two.” Amber paled but David just laughed.

“You’re joking right?” he asked. “Do you really want to bring all of this out in front of the world? A little prude like you actually telling people about…sex!” He said the word like it was the most foul word in the world, but even though he was mocking her, she still winced at the sound of it. “Maybe if you actually tried to do the things that I told you I liked I might have allowed you to join us, but you’re not even worth the effort of training.”

“Hey now, stop being so mean,” said Amber as she walked over to Karen and draped her arm over her shoulder. “I’m sure that she just has to give it a try and she might like it.”

Karen tensed as she allowed Amber to turn her head but as soon as their lips touched, she panicked and scrabbled backwards, falling off of the sofa and landing, painfully on the floor. David and Amber laughed loudly as Karen struggled to her feet, started sobbing, and raced out of the house. Even as she got into her car and drove away she could hear David shouting, “You’ll be back!”


It took a lot of doing to keep her father from driving over and confronting David, mainly Karen saying that she just wanted to give him a few days to cool down before she tried talking to him. Unfortunately, she had no idea what she would really do with herself. If she went back, she’d just continue being the pawn of those two, but what else could she do? She sighed sadly as she followed her mother up the stairs to her old room, which fortunately still had a few of her outfits. “We left your room just the way you left it,” said her mother softly, almost timidly as they stood in front of Karen’s old room, looking in.

“Why?” asked Karen dully, “I wasn’t expecting to come back here. You could have just made it up into a guest room.”

“Well, I was thinking of doing that,” said her mother, “but, for some reason, whenever I tried to start moving things around, for some reason, I felt like something was suddenly wrong with the room. When I put things back where they were, everything was fine again. Strangest thing I’ve ever felt in my life. It was the worst when I tried to change the bed. It’s almost like the room didn’t want to be changed at all.”

Karen actually laughed a little. “Remember how I always used to say that there was a scary monster under my bed?” she asked rhetorically, “Maybe it didn’t want it’s home renovated.”

“Oh, don’t be silly,” said her mother, even though she was happy that her daughter was still able to joke about some things. “Remember dear, you can stay here with us as long as you want. We’re always here for you.”

“Thanks mom,” said Karen, “but right now, I think I just need to lapse into a small coma for a few hours. Hopefully, I’ll wake up and this’ll all be a bad dream.”

Karen’s mom smiled sadly before nodding and hugging her daughter tightly. “Sweet dreams, sweetie.”

“Night mom…” said Karen. She slowly trudged into her room and closed the door before sighing heavily and leaning against it. She looked up at her room, still filled with stuffed animals from her childhood and grumbled. “Bad feelings in the room huh?” she muttered, “If you didn’t want to change the way the room was, just say so mom…” She slowly walked over to her bed, a four poster canopy bed with pink sheets, and groaned. “I’ve only been gone four years and I’ve already outgrown this nonsense.” She let out a quick sigh before really looking around. “I guess it is kind of comforting though,” she admitted before flopping down onto her old bed and quickly falling asleep.


As Karen slept, a presence awakened. Actually, it awoke as soon as the door opened. It was ready to make it’s presence known to the evil old woman who kept trying to steal the girl’s stuff. But, at that time, it finally felt the girl reenter the room. It thought it would never feel her presence ever again.


It first came to this plane on a dare and became stuck. It had planned on entering the human plane, raping a Japanese schoolgirl like all of it’s buddies had done, and then heading back…but it screwed up the plane shift. It ended up not under the bed of a Japanese high school girl, but inside the bed of an American preschooler. And the worst part about it was that since it entered the plane bonded with an object, it was tied to the girl’s bed forever. At first, it cursed it’s lot and took it out on the small child. Scaring her and making her scream to the older ones, called mommy and daddy, brought a small amount of joy to it’s miserable existence. It normally tried to do that by making one of it’s limber tendrils barely nudge her into wakefulness before snapping at her with one of it’s many gaping maws. She’d run screaming from her room and it would burble in malicious joy. But, one day, 3 years later when the girl was just starting her second year at school, it all changed.

The girl was obviously having a nightmare, the way she was tossing and turning, moaning and crying. It thought that this would be a perfect opportunity to scare her. She might even wet herself. But, when it nudged her like always, instead of waking up, she grabbed the tendril and hugged it tightly, nuzzling her face against the slimy texture. It tried to pull it’s tendril away, but the girl held on with both her arms and legs and wouldn’t let go. It tried to scare her with it’s gaping maw, but she wasn’t even stirring anymore. She was now fast asleep and dreaming peacefully. From then on, when it tried to scare her while she was asleep, she would just lazily hug it’s tendril, cuddling up with it like it was a puppy or stuffed animal. Occasionally, she would suck on it like she used to suck on her thumb when she was younger. In all honesty, it became slightly disturbed by the whole thing and stopped trying altogether. The first few night, she was okay and slept through the night, but soon enough, she started moaning in her sleep and reaching out for comfort. It ignored her for a while before grudgingly sending it’s tendril out and gently nudging her. She quickly grabbed and held on for dear life before lapsing into contented slumber.

Things went on like this for a few more years and it slowly came to enjoy the girl’s cuddling. It was pleasing to know that it was able to bring a small amount of comfort to her life, especially when she came into her room crying over the way that the other girls teased her. It wanted, so much, to be able to reach out and stroke her hair, but it knew that she would run in terror. So, that night, it tried to cuddle with her again, but this time, she woke up. She stared at the tendril that she was holding for a second or so before screaming her head off and racing from the room. It was beside itself with worry over something that a few years back would have given it so much joy. It resigned itself to merely sleeping the night away when it heard footsteps. It quickly hid it’s limbs just before the door swung open and the girl slowly crept into the room. It saw the look in her eyes, a combination of fear, sadness and resignation. She muttered something about parents not believing her as she slowly walked to the bed. She muttered about how no one liked her, how they all thought she was too smart and too goody-goody to be friends with and how they’d all be sorry if the monster under her bed ate her up tonight. She collapsed on the bed in tears, begging it to just eat her and be done with her pathetic life. It sent out a small tendril that gently touched her cheek. She stiffened for a second before shuddering and falling limp and asking it to make her death painless if it could. Instead, more tendrils came out and gently ran over her body, soothing the crying girl until she slowly fell back asleep.


That had been the last time that the two had interacted physically. The girl had woken up the next morning, thinking the whole thing to be a silly dream and swore off the combination of stupid horror flicks and spicy food…something that she held to for about a month. And now, here she was again, four years older than the last time it’d seen her, but still just as miserable looking. It still wasn’t sure why she was upset, but it could tell that this was even worse than what she cried about as a young girl. It knew that if she woke up and saw it, it would all be over, but it couldn’t help it. It slowly reached out a tendril and gently stroked it over her cheek. The girl stiffened a little before softly moaning and gently reaching out her arms. The tendril allowed the girl’s arms to gently surround it before hugging it to her chest tightly. She hummed a little before nuzzling her cheek against the tip, sighing happily and gently snoring. Even more tendrils slowly emerged from the bed and softly stroked her skin as she slept; a peaceful look on her face. It watched over her and gently soothed her body until she started to stir, then it quickly pulled it’s tendrils back in and silently went to sleep.


Karen slowly woke up, stretching and smiling. “That’s the first good night’s sleep I’ve had in…gosh, I have no idea how long it’s been,” she sighed as she patted her face, grimacing as her hand came away wet. “I see I’ve started drooling again…” she muttered before smiling and shrugging. “I’ll take it if I sleep well again.” She slowly got up and looked at herself in her old mirror. She normally had her hair tied up in an unattractive bun and wore baggy clothes, but when she was alone there was no reason for her to feel shy. With her long black hair, c-cup breasts and slim waist, she could have easily attracted men from all over, but she’d never really been interested in the idea. It’s not that she was cold, it’s just that she always believed that sex should only take place between two people who truly loved each other. Some would call that a childish notion, and she would even admit that she still had dreams of romance and princes coming to save the damsel in distress. She still loved Disney movies and children’s cartoons even though she was 25. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that!) Unfortunately, due to her lack of sex drive and childish nature she had few friends. Check that, she had no friends. Her only friend, Amber, was probably screwing her husband right now, a thought that completely ruined her morning. She let out a shuddering sigh before slowly sliding to the floor in tears. “How could you two do that to me?” she sobbed, “I trusted you! I loved you! What did I do wrong to make you hate me?!”


It heard her sobbing and watched her as she sunk to the floor. It wanted nothing more than to comfort her, but it knew she would scream and run away as soon as she saw it’s tendrils. It let out a low growl in frustration, causing the girl to whip her head around. “What was that?” it heard her ask. She looked over at the bed and her eyes narrowed. “That monster from before isn’t still under there…is it?” she muttered with a little playfulness in her voice. It watched as she slowly crawled towards the bed and quickly looked underneath it, finding nothing. She sighed unhappily and walked from the room, leaving it to go to sleep.


“I thought I heard something in my room,” said Karen as she walked downstairs into the kitchen. “Do you have a mouse problem or something?”

“It’s possible,” said her mother. “We never really go into that room anymore.”

“Not since your mother had that ‘eerie vibe’ coming from it,” grunted her father from behind his newspaper, earning him a playful swat.

“Wait…how long has that been?” asked Karen.

“Ever since you moved out, I think,” said her mother.

“Then why is it so clean in there?” asked Karen. “There weren’t even any dust-bunnies under the bed!”

“Maybe the mice are neat freaks,” said her father, making them all laugh.

“Why were you looking under the bed?” asked her mother.

“I could have sworn I heard a noise coming from it, but there was nothing there,” said Karen.

“I seem to recall you waking us up quite a few times with stories of that nature when you were younger,” said her father.

“Dad!” said Karen as a flush came to her face. “I was just a kid!”

“You were sixteen that last time,” said her father.

“Really?” asked Karen as she thought back to the last time she could recall having that problem. “I thought that was a dream…but that would mean…” She trailed off, trying to remember something that was deep in the recesses of her mind, but for some reason, wouldn’t come to the surface.

“What?” asked her mother as she set a cup of coffee in front of Karen.

Karen shook her head. “Nothing, Mom…never mind.” She calmly sipped her coffee, glanced at the clock and spat her coffee all over her father. “I’m late for work!” she wailed as she dashed back upstairs.


It woke with a start when the door to the room slammed open and the girl rushed in, quickly taking off all of her clothes and rifling through her drawers. If it had had visible eyes they would have popped out of it’s head. She had really grown into herself in the past four years. This was the type of girl that it had come here to have fun with all those years ago. And now, here she was, naked and vulnerable, completely unaware of it’s presence. It would be able to drag her back to the bed and ravish her without anyone being able to stop it. All it had to do was silently reach out a few tendrils, quickly wrap one around her mouth to stifle her screams before pulling her back and throwing her on the bed. It could easily hold her limbs down as it rammed one of it’s tendrils deep inside of her, pistoning in and out as her screams of terror became moans of unwanted pleasure.

It shook itself. It had actually considered raping the girl that it had come to love before letting out a loud grumble of self-loathing. It immediately knew it had done something stupid and looked at the girl who was staring at the bed intently. She took a step towards the bed before shaking her head and continuing what she was doing. “No time for that…” it heard her mumbling as she quickly brushed her hair and ran from the room, forgetting to close the door behind her. After wait a few minutes to make sure that she wasn’t coming back, it wormed a tendril out and shut the door before going back to sleep.


Karen’s boss chewed her out for being late and her coworkers weren’t exactly sympathetic. They had all known about David’s infidelity and took great pains to rub it in her face throughout the day, but they handled it in a way that almost seemed like they weren’t trying to slowly drive her to suicide. And if she had even heard any of what any of them had said, she probably would have been very upset. However, her mind was too caught up with the sounds that had come from her old bed that morning. Why couldn’t she remember exactly what happened when she was sixteen. She remembered running down the hall screaming about a monster in her room. She remembered her father snapping at her to go back to bed. She even remembered crying into her pillow about wanting the monster to eat her…but after that it all went blank. The rest of her day went like a blur. She thought she heard coworkers talking to her, but she couldn’t be sure. The only conversation she could recall having at all was during her lunch break when she bumped into Amber. Karen winced slightly, but Amber acted like nothing had happened between them at all and insisted on going to lunch with her. Karen spent most of the meal staring down at the table, unable to look at the woman that she had been forced to kiss. “Why are we here?” she mumbled after the plates were taken away.

“Because we’re still friends, duh!” said Amber perkily as she hugged Karen and walked away, leaving Karen with the bill.

“I’d hate to see what she does to her enemies…” sighed Karen as she paid the bill and went back to work. The rest of the day went smoothly, for while her mind wasn’t on the strange happenings in her room anymore, her coworkers had realized that they weren’t going to get any fun out of her either and left her alone. She slowly trudged home, mumbling greetings to her parents and walked upstairs, hesitating when she reached her room. “I don’t remember closing that door…” she said calmly as she nervously licked her lips. She slowly walked to the edge of the stairs and called down to her parents, “Did you guys close my door?”

“Haven’t been upstairs since the coffee shower,” said her father.

“I don’t go near that room anymore,” said her mother.

“Right…” said Karen. “My room’s possessed. Great, just great…”


It awoke as the door slowly opened and the girl peeked her head in. She seemed nervous for some reason. It suddenly wondered if she was being bullied again and rumbled angrily, making her shiver. The girl slowly walked into the room and, again, looked under the bed, but there was nothing to see so she just got up and changed her clothes. As she was taking her clothes to the hamper by her door she stopped before turning, tossing the clothes at the hamper and leaving, letting the door swing back open behind her. It thought that was rather odd, so it put her clothes away and closed the door before going to sleep.


Karen’s mind wasn’t on dinner, or the conversation that her parents were trying to have with her, or on anything other than her little experiment. “I know I left the door open and those clothes on the floor this time,” she thought to herself. “If my room is straightened up, I’ll know something really weird is going on.”

“Honey…are you okay?” asked her mother.

“Hmmm?” asked Karen, grudgingly coming back to the here and now. “What? Yes, I’m fine, why?”

“Your mother thinks that you may have gone a little loopy because of that argument,” said her father. “Don’t you think you should just apologize?”

“I don’t think so,” said Karen distractedly before going back to her thoughts. Her parents just looked at each other and sighed.

Later that evening, Karen slowly, and nervously, walked to her bedroom, shivering as she opened her door and letting out a small squeak of fear when she saw that her clothes were now in the hamper.


Her small cry roused it from it’s slumber. It saw her looking at her laundry hamper in horror. If it had a head it would have cocked it to the side in confusion. There was nothing particularly scary about the hamper. Admittedly it wouldn’t have chosen that color, but…It stopped thinking about it when she called out, “Who’s there? I know there’s something there!” It was unsure of how she could have possibly known it was there. The only times that she had seen it, she’d thought those were dreams. It watched her as she carefully scanned the room a few times before stomping her foot and walking from the room. It didn’t see her again until the next morning when she came in, grabbed some clothes from her dresser and quickly left.

Karen’s day went by in a haze. The couch had been terribly uncomfortable. She grudgingly admitted that the only time she’d ever gotten a good night’s sleep, as far back as she could remember, was in her bedroom, but she didn’t know why. “I have to figure out a way to watch my room while I’m asleep,” she mumbled right before the answer hit her. She quickly and discreetly checked a few websites to review prices before going down to a local electronics store and picking up a video camera during her lunch break. “I just hope I can sleep tonight…I can’t spend another night on that couch…” After she got home that night, she tip-toed up to her room, silently opening the door.


It woke up as soon as it felt the air shift when the door opened. It watched her creep through the room, almost as if she was afraid of waking it, before doing something with her stuffed animals. When she walked away, they looked the same as before so it soon forgot about them and watched her change, yet again wishing that it could take and love her body in the way that it wanted. She looked around the room before slowly leaving, closing the door behind her. It looked down at her rumpled clothes that she didn’t bother to put away before picking up her bra and panties with a tendril. It brought the garments closer to the bed and studied them. This was the reason it had come to this plane in the first place. To ravage a girl. Why was it going against it’s very purpose? For a feeling that would have been completely alien to it had it not come here? It made it’s decision right then and there. It would have her that night, with or without her consent. It rumbled a little as it closed it’s eyes and went to sleep.


“Are you okay, dear?” asked Karen’s mother during dinner. “Is it too cold in here? You’re shivering.”

“Trust me, mom…I’m not cold,” said Karen as she continued to tremble in fear and anticipation. She’d set up the video camera and set it to record before purposefully leaving her clothes on the floor. Now she’d know what was going on. She stayed away from her room for the rest of the evening until she got tired. She walked up to her room and hesitated. She walked over and checked to make sure that the recorder was still working. Then she shook her head, changed and got into bed. She was unsure of whether she’d be able to sleep without checking the tape, but since it was Friday night, her parents would be in front of the only tv in the house until after one AM watching their sappy romance movies. She tossed and turned a little before slowly falling asleep, the fact that the camcorder was still running; a comfort to her.


It watched her carefully as she fell asleep and slowly reached out for her. It would have her this night! At least, that’s what it told itself until she twisted away from it and started crying softly. It couldn’t really understand why she was crying. It hadn’t done anything to her yet. It rumbled internally as it’s tendril, seemingly of it’s own volition, started to gently stroke her cheek. It wasn’t long before she started to calm down, so more tendrils started easing over her body, soothing her enough that she reached out and hugged one to her body, snuggling up against it. It purred contentedly as more tendrils slowly wormed their way out and cuddled up against her back. She let out a soft moan as she snuggled into them and started to softly snore. It was so involved with her that it barely noticed as a little red light blinked rapidly before blinking out.


“The battery died!” cried Karen as she looked at her new camcorder. She kicked herself repeatedly for not replacing the batteries before trying to record the night. “At least I got some footage,” she grumbled as she tromped downstairs. “Mom! Dad! I’ve got footage of my room!” she called as she walked into the living room, only to realize that the house was empty. She walked over to the fridge and read the note from her mother saying that the two would be out all day, but would be home in time for them all to go out to dinner. She grumbled a little, not wanting to wait to see what was going on, so she quickly ran back into the living room, put the tape into the VCR and sat down. She watched in slight amusement as she fumbled with the camcorder and changed before almost screaming in horror as long, thick, slimy tendrils grew out of her bed and picked up her clothes. They seemed to pay a little more attention to her underthings before putting them in her hamper and vanishing without a trace. “What the hell?!” she gasped, too much in shock to blush over her cursing. She watched the tape blankly for about five minutes before reaching for the remote and fast-forwarding until she saw some movement.

She quickly hit play and watched as she walked into her room, checked the camcorder and changed before going to bed. Her breathing quickened as the tendrils, once more, emerged from the bed and started to hover over her. They looked like they were about to kill her when they stopped and one slowly moved down and stroked her cheek. The tendrils then started caressing her body like a lover would and she even hugged one of them to her body. As she watched the way that she held the tendril she remembered that that was one of the things that David had always said creeped him out; the way she would cling to his arm while they slept. More tendrils soon emerged and gently spooned with her just before the recording stopped. Karen slowly stopped the tape before swallowing and looking upstairs. She had to know the truth. Was this just a fluke that this was happening, or was this really why she was always so soothed getting out of bed in the morning? She quickly rewound the tape before running to find some spare batteries. She replaced the batteries and put the tape back in the camcorder before slowly walking up the stairs. After a quick stop in her mother’s bathroom to take a sleeping pill, she opened her bedroom door. She hesitated before walking into the room, her heart pounding in her chest, putting the camcorder back where it was before and hitting ‘record.’


It watched her move over to her stuffed animals before doing something that it couldn’t see. Then she turned around and walked to the bed. She quietly got onto the bed before hesitating again and just laying down on top of the covers. It could tell that she was tense, and as much as it would have loved to comfort her, it knew it couldn’t without scaring her away forever, so it just watched over her until it felt her slowly relax and fall into the limpness of slumber. As soon as it was sure that she was asleep it caressed her body softly. It was a little startled and jerked away when she moaned out loud, but she didn’t seem to be waking up so it continued. It continued to caress and hold her as she slept, and easily pulling away as she started to stir a few hours later.


Karen groggily looked around and felt her cheek. It was covered in what she’d always thought was drool, but now she knew was a viscous fluid released by a tentacle. She trembled a little, but if you asked her why she did, she wouldn’t have been able to tell you. She looked over at the camcorder, suddenly wondering why she didn’t just confront the creature. It obviously didn’t want to harm her. If it had wanted to, it had plenty of opportunities. She thought about feigning sleep, but it was too soon after waking up, so she just got up and grabbed the camcorder.

She looked at the clock as she came downstairs, realizing that her parents would still be out for a few hours, so she popped the tape into the VCR and viewed it. She watched as the tendrils waited until they were sure she was asleep before they did anything and pulled away when they thought she was waking up. They were nervous about being around when she was awake. “Probably don’t want to frighten me…” she heard herself mumble. “At least…not anymore…” She thought back to all those years when she would be barely awake and see something coming at her in the dark, sending her screaming from the room. It was fine when she was a kid, normal stuff, but when did it really stop? “When was it, really, that I started sleeping really well in that bed?” she asked herself. “When I was 8? 9?” She shook her head. “It boggles the mind that that thing has been in my bed for so long. But, why is it doing this for me?” As she watched the slow, soft, gentle caresses of the tentacles along her body, she realized that she didn’t care why. The caresses weren’t meant to be sensual, she could tell that, but, for some reason, she felt her body heating up as she saw it happening. This was a creature that was being kind and gentle to her, without asking for anything in return. She watched as her sleeping form held and snuggled into one of the tentacles, holding it close to her chest, even kissing it on occasion, and felt herself get warm somewhere else. “Oh god…” she shuddered, “I’m sick! I’m getting turned on by that…that…” She hesitated, as if she were scared to let the truth out before finally saying, “That thing that loves me…” She buried her face in her hands, but that only made it worse as she heard the sounds of her soft moans and the slimy squishing sounds of the tentacles as they ran over her body.

She finally stopped the tape and ejected it just as she heard the door open and her mother call, “We’re home!”

She looked at her parents guiltily, shamed by what she had just watched and what she was now thinking of doing because of that. “H-hi,” she stammered, unsure of what else to say. Her parents didn’t seem to notice her discomfiture as they all went out to dinner. They told her about how much fun their day was and asked about hers. She just smiled and said that she’d watched a few videos and lounged around the house a little. As torturous as dinner was, Karen had hoped that it would go on forever. It didn’t happen though and soon enough the family was coming home. Her parents retired to the living room where they took over the TV to watch their Law and Order DVDs, so Karen, who didn’t like the show, slowly climbed the stairs and headed to her room.


It watched her enter and slowly close the door behind her. It heard her swallow before slowly taking off her clothes. She looked like she was going to put on her pajamas before looking at the bed, dropping her pajamas to the floor and merely walking over to the bed and climbing in, completely naked. It was unsure of what she was doing. It wasn’t really all that warm, and she was shivering a lot even under the blankets, but there was nothing it could do to warm her up without giving itself away. So, it merely watched as she slowly drifted off to sleep. But this time, it hesitated. It had never caressed her while she was naked before. It wondered if it would be able to control itself, so it only brought out one tendril and softly caressed her cheek. She shivered again from the cold before easing her arms out from under the blanket and hugging the tendril to herself. It felt the tendril pressed up against the warm flesh of her bare breasts and felt it’s control slipping. It wanted her. It wanted her so badly. More tendrils reached out and started worming their way over her soft body, touching skin where they had never touched skin before. She body was soft, smooth and tender. If she had been anyone else, it would have plunged it’s tendrils deep inside of her without the slightest hesitation. But, just as a tendril was about to ease itself into her, it finally managed to get a hold of itself. The tendril slowly moved down her leg, before more of the tendrils slowly left her body making her let out a disappointed moan in her sleep. As the last one slowly tried to extricate itself from her arms, it heard the soft words, “You can go ahead…if you want to…”

To say it was shocked would be an understatement. The fact that the girl was awake and not panicking was something that it could never have believed if it weren’t happening at that moment. It kept trying to pull it’s tendril away from her, but she started stroking it as she said, “I don’t know how long you’ve been watching over me, but thank you.” She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the tendril she was hugging. “I recorded you cleaning up my room and even holding me as I slept. Why did you do those things for me?” If it had been able, it would have sighed a little and told her everything. Instead, all it could do was gently run it’s tendril gently along her cheek, watching as she closed her eyes again and moaned. “Do you truly love me?” she asked. It hesitated, unsure of how to answer her properly, before reaching around to her bookshelf and bringing back a small book. It gave the book to her and she read the title, tears coming to her eyes. It flailed it’s tendrils in panic as she started crying openly until she shook her head and said, “I’m not sad,” she sobbed. “I’m so happy!” She let the book, My One and Only, fall to the floor with a soft thud. “Please…love me…” It took a few seconds for her request to actually register with it, but when it did, it took to it with relish, gently stroking her face and bringing more tendrils out to worm their way under her sheets.

Karen sighed softly with each gently stroke of the tendril over her cheek. It felt so natural and right for her, and she couldn’t tell why. She knew she should feel disgusted by what was going on, but as soon as the tendrils started stroking her legs she knew that it all just felt too good to be bad. “Go on,” she sighed as she finally threw the blankets off, “Please go ahead and touch me.” She gasped as she felt more tendrils start to gently run over her skin. “Wait!” she hissed, suddenly remembering something important. The tendrils immediately halted and a few started retreating, making her smile before stroking the one near her face and whispering, “I was just going to say that we have to be quiet. My parents are downstairs.”

It hadn’t thought of that. The older beings, Daddy and Mommy, would undoubtedly come to the girl’s aid if they thought she was being harmed, and it knew that sometimes the sounds of passion could sound like the sounds of pain. It was unsure of how to proceed until the girl, the girl that it loved and seemed to love it back, held the tendril that had been stroking her face and licked it. It shuddered with lust, making the entire bed vibrate, as she opened her mouth and softly breathed on the tendril before taking it into her mouth and slowly sucking on it.

Karen had tried oral sex a few times with David, but every time she did, he’d end up shoving his cock down her throat and making the entire experience painful and degrading. Of course, when she tried to bring that up, he’d just laughed it off and said that she’d have to get used to it. Meanwhile, he’d adamantly refused to go anywhere near her pussy unless it was with his cock, where he’d either fuck her till he came, or rub his cock along her slit until he came and then told her to go take a shower since he refused to sleep in the same bed with a ‘messy little slut.’ The one time she’d complained that she hadn’t come he’d hit her, screaming about how he was a good lover and she would come if she’d just work with him. Now that she actually thought about it, why had she allowed herself to be bullied by that insensitive creep for so long? Because she thought that they loved each other?

Her train of thought was interrupted by the feeling of a tendril gently rubbing her nether lips. She gasped as the tendril slowly and softly ran along the edges of her pussy before just barely spreading her lips and running up and down her slit. “You’re really good…” she moaned as she threw her head back with a soft cry. Even through her pleasure hazed mind, she heard the pleased rumble of the creature, and smiled.

She was really enjoying it’s ministrations. It had tendrils gently running all over her body, slowly coiling around her breasts, twitching over her nipples and tickling her stomach. Every small movement of it’s tendrils brought out a small moan, gasp or cry, sounds that it wouldn’t have even cared about had it’s original plans gone through correctly. It had heard that the screams of terror and pain were the real reason to fuck the female humans, but these sounds that were being released by the girl made it want to keep going. It watched as the tendril that was running along her pussy slowly pushed in, parting her lips more and more until it found what it was seeking. The little nub was pointing straight up and looked very inviting. It was time to move on to stage two.

“Oh god!” moaned Karen as she watched three new tendrils slowly worm their way into existence and hover over her body. These new tendrils had, at first glance, looked just like the others; fat and slimy but getting thinner as they got to the tip. But upon closer examination, i.e. when they did what they were made for, the tips had barely noticeable seams that allowed the tendrils to split open into small, three jawed mouths that dripped a slimy kind of saliva onto her body. Her breathing quickened as the three mouths closed in on her nipples and clit. “OH MY G—MMPH!!!” she started to scream before the tendril at her mouth quickly stuffed itself into her mouth to stifle her scream of ecstasy as the three mouths clamped down on her three buds at the same time.

It was surprised at her strength as she thrashed about on the bed. It took a lot of tendrils to hold her in place and a few more to try to keep the headboard from banging repeatedly into the wall. It pulled it’s three mouths from her as her thrashing slowly subsided, leaving her barely conscious, but panting and smiling with a new type of soft glow that seemed to make her look more radiant. It slowly ran a tendril over her forehead and she quickly grabbed it and held it tightly as she softly sobbed, “I love you…” before falling asleep. It watched her chest rise and fall a little, wondering if she would be upset if it had it’s way with her while she slept. It eventually decided that she might be a little upset so if gently covered her with her blanket and watched over her like it always had and always would.


Karen slowly woke up Sunday morning, unsure of herself or reality. She was naked in bed, but alone. She slowly sat up and softly called, “Are you there?” Nothing happened. She felt tears come to her eyes as she begged, “Please, don’t let last night be a dream. If you’re there, please show yourself!” She looked around and was about to give up when she felt something tap her on the shoulder. She whirled around and saw a tendril hovering in front of her face. In the split second it took for her mind to register her joy, the tendril slowly split open revealing one of the mouths, and this time she could see a small tongue poking out of the small maw. She smiled before moving her face closer and kissing the mouth, opening her own as the mouth clamped around her face. The two tongues danced and twirled together for what might have been a few seconds or might have been an eternity depending on who you asked before the two slowly and reluctantly parted. Karen hugged the tendril as she softly whispered, “I’m so sorry for leaving you hanging like that. I’ve never had an orgasm so strong before in my entire life. I was just so spent.” She kissed the tip of the tendril as she gently stroked it like you would a kitten. “Please, let me make it up to—”

“Karen!” called her mother, interrupting her. “Are you planning on staying in bed all day? It’s time to get ready for church!”

Karen let out a quick grumbling sigh before smiling apologetically at the tendril. “Sorry,” she said. “Rule of house #1: if you’re staying here, you’re worshipping like any good God fearing person should.”


It watched as she hopped out of bed and dashed out of the room. It rumbled as it heard the shower running and suddenly wished that it could leave the bed for the first time since it started caring for the girl. It waited and waited until she returned with a towel wrapped around her body and another in her hair. As soon as she closed the door, it’s tendrils were all over her. She squealed and giggled as the tendrils tickled and caressed her soft flesh and pulled the towel from around her body. “No!” she said with a smile on her face. “I’ve got to get ready! Please!” She probably would have continued to argue but it slipped a tendril between her legs and started rubbing her pussy. It watched as she merely closed her eyes and started breathing heavily. She slowly reached down and grabbed hold of the tendril helping it rub along her pussy for a few seconds before snapping out of it and hissing, “No! I really need to hurry! I’ll be back after church!” She quickly stepped over the tendril between her legs, bringing it up to her face and licking it before whispering, “And then mom and dad will be at their weekly bingo game and we’ll have the entire house to ourselves for a few hours, so we can be as loud as we want to be.” She kissed it again before quickly pulling on some clothes and racing from the room, closing the door behind her. It wasn’t sure whether it should be joyous that they would be able to do whatever they wanted when she got back, or upset that they would be apart during ‘cherch’, whatever that was. It chose to just be slightly irritable as it picked up her clothes and towels and tossed them into the hamper before trying, and failing, to fall asleep.


How Karen’s head didn’t explode into satanic hellfire during her visit to the church is something that she is still trying to figure out to this day. No matter how much she tried to focus on the priest and the sermon, all she could think about was how much she wanted those tendrils to fuck her. Her pussy was dripping wet the entire time and she blushed in embarrassment every time she stood up or knelt down for fear of leaving a puddle on the pew. The only time her mind wasn’t on the tendrils was when she felt something touch her shoulder. She just managed to stop herself from crying out in shock and a good thing too, since it was her father telling her it was time for communion. She blushed and followed her mother up to the priest, managed to touch the priest’s hand without burning to a cinder and went back to her seat. She almost cheered when the priest was done and everyone stood up for the final hymn. She quickly exited the church, telling her parents that she would just walk home so that they could just stay and play their games. Fortunately their house was a stone’s throw away from the church, so she made it back before too long, but even though she ran most of the way, her panties were soaked through by the time that she closed the door behind her.


It heard the door slam shut and a quick pulsing collection of stomps that it guessed was her running up the stairs before hearing a loud thud. It was a little confused before it heard a few more stomps and then another thud and some loud cursing. It slowly reached out a tendril and opened the door, seeing the girl laying on the floor in front of the door, most of her clothes off already, including her skirt around her ankles. She had undoubtedly tripped a few times trying to remove it.

Karen looked up at the tendril that hovered over her and said, “Laugh and I’ll kill you…” She slowly pushed herself up onto her knees as the tendril tugged the skirt off of her feet. “Thanks,” she grunted as she crawled into the room and kicked the door closed. She quickly stood up, but before she could move tendrils burst from the bed and started stripping her down. She smiled as the tendrils carefully removed her clothing, making sure not to rip her clothes at all, while still taking every opportunity to grope and caress her at the same time. She had tried to get David to do something like this a few times before when they were dating, but he’d always thought it was stupid and a waste of time. If he wanted sex, that was all he wanted. He never wanted foreplay or anything that could be considered romantic by even the most agreeable mind. “Stop thinking about him,” she thought angrily. “He’s in the past.” She reached out and stroked one of the tendrils as it started removing her bra. “And you’re my future,” she said aloud. She quickly reached back and removed the clasp that it was struggling with before allowing it to tug the fabric from her body. She slowly walked toward the bed and slowly sat down as it tugged her panties off. She giggled as she kicked her feet a little, making it’s task more difficult.

It rumbled in consternation as it tried to grip her panties, but she kept swinging her legs playfully. It eventually wrapped tendrils around her legs and held them in place before tugging the offending piece of clothing from her body. She smiled and stuck her tongue out, giving it a perfect opportunity to bring one of it’s mouths up to clamp down on her tongue. She yelped a little in shock before moaning as the tendril’s tongue gently ran up and down hers. “Noth fayah!” she moaned as more tendrils gently caressed her body while she softly stroked any within reach. “Heyh!” she called, making it stop.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” said Karen with a smile, “I just wanted you to let my tongue go.” The tendrils went back at her, making her moan happily before saying, “I want to make up for leaving you hanging last night. How do I do that?” She felt the tendrils stop moving for a split-second before going back to what they were doing as a much larger tendril emerged from the bed and hovered in front of her. Actually, calling this one a tendril wouldn’t have been fair or entirely accurate. It was a full blown tentacle. She swallowed a little before gingerly reaching out and touching it. It twitched a little in her hand as a clear liquid started to slowly ooze from a small opening in the tip. Karen let out a quick breath before gripping the tentacle and pushing forward, pushing the loose skin back and revealing the long, pink and very slimy phallus that had been hiding from sight. More of the clear liquid slowly dripped from the tentacle and splattered on her legs, but she didn’t care. She let out a short, shuddering breath before closing her eyes and softly running her tongue around the tip of the phallus.

It felt good. It felt really good. It felt fucking good. It was so stunned with how good it felt that it stopped stroking her body and just watched as she orally pleased it’s tentacle. If she was upset with the fact that it had stopped pleasing her, she didn’t show it. If anything, she seemed a little relieved since she could put all of her attention toward pleasing it. She moaned and hummed as she slowly ran her tongue along the ridge just below the tapered head. It rumbled and growled with pleasure from her expert fellatio, and almost came when it felt her teeth just barely grazing the phallus. It just managed to hold itself back when she opened her mouth and sucked the entire phallus into her mouth, rolling her tongue all over it. It roared then as it shoved it’s phallus deep into her mouth and the entire tentacle started to twitch and throb. The girl opened her eyes and they widened as she watched the pulsing of the tentacle before closing her eyes and moaned right before the first burst of cum boiled into her mouth.

There was way more cum than any human could possibly have hoped to swallow, but Karen tried as hard as she could. Before too long, she had no choice but to pull back, if only to take a breath and immediately got a strong blast of cum right in her face. More and more strong blasts of warm cum splashed over her face, chest and stomach, until it finally ran out, leaving her panting on the bed. She was a mess. There was cum in her hair, running down her face and slowly dripping from her breasts. It was also covering most of her bed, which she realized when she fell back and felt the slimy warmth squish under her. She looked up at the tentacle and thought she was seeing double for a second before realizing that there was a second one right next to the first. She was alarmed for a second before the first one pulsed one last time, causing one last small drop of cum to drip onto her stomach before retreating. “You were really backed up, weren’t you?” she asked sweetly, not knowing or caring how she’d clean her sheets after this. The tentacle in front of her shook slightly, making it look like someone shaking their head. “You cum that much normally?” she gasped. The tentacle made a nodding motion, making her moan. “I’ve got to feel that inside me! Come on! Fuck me, please!”

It roared with joy as it heard her begging for it to take her and make her it’s mate. It had wanted to take her for so long and now she was proving that she wanted it just as much as it wanted her. It was about to just go ahead and take her when it stopped. No, it was going to do this right. It started by bringing it’s tendrils back to stroke her body while surreptitiously wrapping around her limbs. She moaned and thrashed on the bed as tendrils, both regular and mouthed, pleased and teased every inch of her body. When it was sure she was ready, it started to lift her from the bed by her limbs. As she was slowly pulled up, more tendrils eased their way around her waist, neck and head, making sure that she was comfortable as it held her in the air. “Please…” she gasped before squealing when a mouthed tendril clamped down on her ass and stuck it’s tongue into her bud, licking the sensitive flesh in a way that it was sure she’d never thought possible.

Karen was in utter heaven. She’d never felt so good before in her life, and the fact that the creature, whatever it was, seemed to love her only made it more stimulating. She loved the feeling of the tongue lathing her asshole; it made her bite her lip and wonder if she’d like to try anal with her new lover. “Sometime soon, I’m sure,” she thought before moaning aloud when the tentacle finally moved toward her dripping opening. She was so turned on that she was sure that she could have shoved a baseball bat up her snatch without any problem. And it was a good thing too, considering how big the phallus was. Her eyes widened and she moaned again when she saw it. It was bigger than the first one and was already oozing a slimy precum all over her lower stomach. She shuddered as the phallus gently rubbed along her lips and before too long her entire crotch was covered with a combination of her cum and slime and she was near the end of her rope. “Do it!” she pleased, “Please! Stop teasing me!”

It was a little taken aback by her sobbing plea. It had only been trying to make sure that she wasn’t hurt. But, it saw the look in her eyes and realized that she would be fine, no matter what happened, so it placed the tip against her pussy lips and started gently pushing forward. Her head flew back as the phallus easily spread her lips apart and entered into her vaginal passage. The soft wet walls of her insides squeezed down tightly on it’s phallus as it continued moving deeper and deeper into her, not stopping until the tip pressed up against her womb. She let out a tiny groan of pain as it tried to push past the hole, so it stopped pushing and instead pulled back slowly. The girl was sobbing as it pulled back, but before it had retreated completely it pushed back with the same gentle ease as before. Smoothly and easily, the phallus moved back and forth, back and forth in a slow, gentle rhythm that seemed to drive the girl wild. It could tell that she was getting closer and closer to orgasm as her breaths came quicker, but for some reason, it couldn’t bring her past the breaking point with what it was doing, so a mouthed tendril quickly moved in and clamped down on her clit. The effect was immediate as she screamed like a banshee and thrashed about. If she hadn’t been held by the tendrils, she would have most likely hurt herself badly.

“I love you!” moaned Karen as her orgasm slowly subsided. She could feel the tentacle continue it’s slow and steady back and forth motion inside of her and did what little she could manage to increase it’s pleasure. She started rocking her hips as much as she could given her current position, letting out small gasping breaths as she tried to keep pace with it, but no matter how slow she tried to go, she’d always end up speeding up before to long. She had at least three more orgasms before she felt the tentacle start to quicken it’s pace. “Are you getting close?” she gasped. “It’s okay, you can go as fast and as hard as you need to. Please, fill me with your love for me. Please!”

It heard her but wouldn’t go any faster if it could help it. It was their first time together and it wanted it to last as long as possible. If it pounded her as ruthlessly as it wanted to, it would be over in seconds. It wanted this love-making to last forever, but even with it’s slow pace, it knew that it wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer. It thought of stopping and cooling down a little, but knew that she’d get pissed, so it had no choice but to just go for it.

She heard it start to grunt and growl as it started moving at a pace that was too fast for her to keep up with. More tendrils started to worm over her body as a mouthed tendril clamped over her face. She didn’t even blink as she started kissing the tendril. The tentacle was pounding so fast now that if she wouldn’t have been able to see it if her vision hadn’t been blocked, and she loved it. She’d never felt so liberated in her entire life. Nothing could compare to the utter joy of the ravishment that this creature that loved her was giving her. She screamed and moaned happily as a tendril eased it’s way into her ass and started wriggling around. She pulled her face away from the tendril in her mouth and screamed, “I love this!!!”

It roared along with her scream of joy as it shoved it’s phallus deep inside of her and started to pump it’s cum up the tentacle. It could see her watching the tentacle twitch and jerk as she licked her lips and looked like she was about to cry. “Please…hurry…” she sobbed just as the first pulse of cum moved past her lips and burst right against the tiny hole inside of her. It had thought that she’d screamed before. Those had been mere yelps when compared to the scream of joy that came from her as it’s cum spurted directly inside of her womb, quickly filling it to capacity. Even though the phallus was a tight fit in her, the excess cum still managed to flood into her vagina before slurping out around the phallus and raining down on the bed.

Karen kept crying out in ecstasy as more and more cum pulsed into her and rained like a waterfall from her before the tentacle slowly stopped and reluctantly pulled from her depths. She trembled and shook as the tentacle fully popped out of her before hovering in front of her vagina for a second before pushing back in slowly. She screamed again with joy, thinking that it was going to love her again, but it was just once before the tentacle pulled from her completely. She moaned softly as she hung limply in the grasp of the tendrils. They slowly lowered her to her bed, now completely covered in cum before flopping down on top of her. She smiled a little as she wiggled her hips on the slime covered sheets before slowly, and painfully, wrapping her arms around the tendrils and tentacle. The fact that it had worn itself out pleasing her was just too cute. She silently kissed the tentacle before falling asleep.

It felt her kiss. But that was all that it felt before it lost consciousness. For the first time since it had started comforting her, the two slept at the same time.


Karen was a little freaked when she woke up until she noticed that her bed was perfectly clean. Her room was tidy and, while she definitely needed a shower, all of the cum had been wiped from her body. She stretched, wincing at the pain between her legs, but having a new bounce in her step that she hadn’t had for a long time. She was hopping out of the shower just as her parents got home, so she quickly got dressed and told them the truth about what had happened between her and David. Her father was livid and wanted to kill both David and Amber, but Karen held him back. “I just wanted you two to know why I wasn’t going back to him,” she said. “I’ll only stay as long as it takes to find a new place.”


David and Amber were going at it when Karen walked into the room. David looked up at her and smirked, saying, “I told you you’d be back.”

Karen sighed a little before saying, “Just be happy that I forced dad to stay home. If he’d come with me, you two would probably be dead right now.”

“You told you dad about us?!” gasped Amber as she pushed David off of her.

“My parents had a right to know why I was leaving you,” said Karen simply as she tossed a small folder onto the bedside table. “I suggest you sign those divorce papers. I’m leaving you the house and quite a few other things, so you have little to complain about.”

“Are you serious?!” asked a nearly stunned David, “You came all the way out here just to serve me with divorce papers?”

“No,” said Karen. “I had three other things I had to do, but I’ll just grab my clothes right now. You can go back to what you were doing.” The two watched her in shock as she merely opened closets and dressers, grabbing armloads of clothing and leaving the room, until she came in one last time and brightly said, “That’s it. I hope to never see you two assholes again!”

“Hey, wait…” said Amber quietly. “You said you had three other things to do, what were the other two?”

“Do you really want to know?” asked Karen with a smile. She smiled even wider when Amber nodded. So she did what she came to do. When she left the house, David was holding his crotch while Amber was rubbing the bright red handprint on her face. She sighed happily as she got into her car. “Things are finally going my way,” she said as she quickly drove home, raced up the stairs and leapt into the appendages of her lover.

The End

(This was a lot of fun. I haven’t done an original work in a long time and have really missed it. In case you’re wondering, I was inspired to do this work after viewing this picture http://marjorie.auroris.net/sketch_archive/bed1.jpg by Marjorie Green. I highly recommend her work. Look it all up if you can. Oh, in case you’re curious, Karen eventually moved to a nice house out in the wilderness with her lover/bed so the two can be as loud as they want without being discovered. Isn’t that nice? :) Playing Mantis out!)