Drown Me in Lemons

Tentacles x Reader : ¤Squidgy Christmas¤

CW: Non-con elements, drugging

You hummed from where you lay on your stomach. Soft sheets pillow your body as your feet kick the empty air above you. The day had been uneventful, a nice touch to the unending business your work had provided throughout the week. With the quietness of your home that day, the only thing that could help relieve the boredom that would undoubtedly sink in to place any moment, was the mystery package your friend had mailed to you.

According to the tracking page they'd linked to you, the gift should arrive any moment. Huffing a soft sigh from your lips, you pick yourself up from your bed and slip on a pair of loose shorts that were appropriate to answer the door in. Silently, you walked down the hallways of your home towards the sitting area near the door, your eyes catching on all your home's decor.

Excitement prickled your body as you thought about all the possibilities surrounding the package. Getting to open a Christmas gift early would always be one of the better joys of the world. As thoughts of what your gift could contain crossed your mind, a notification pops up on your phone screen.

You smile as you read the delivery notification, waiting a few moments on purpose as you hear the car outside drive away before you open the door to retrieve the package. When you deem the coast clear you stick your gremlin head out of your door and peer at the large wax box at your doormat. Six symmetrical holes were punched into the top flaps of the sealed box, perhaps to let in air? You stare quizzically at it, attempting to look through the holes to see the contents inside, but the insides of the box remain too dark to peer into.

Curiously, you bend down and heft the box up, noting that whatever was inside was heavy. Bringing it inside without another thought you carry it to your table and set it down. The thought of messaging your friend and asking a last time what they even sent you crossed your mind one last time before you abandoned the idea and grabbed a small box cutter to cut through the tape. With three quick slices, the tape covering your gift had been cut through and the box's flaps slowly puffed up. You assist them open the rest of the way, eager to see what could be inside the box.

Your nose scrunches as the smell of the sea and fish-like mucus sets into the room like a gas. The contents of the box were indeed alive, much to your surprise. Large, slimy masses of purple tentacles pulse inside the confines of the box's walls. As the faceless mass writhes, the wet squelching of the things' limbs fills the room. You let out a bewildered laugh as you study the organism before you, trying to figure out where to go from here. Could this even be considered a gift someone would give their friend? You weren't entirely sure as you reached out tentatively and poked your finger into its wet body.

As if the heat off your skin had awakened it from a slumber, its tentacles began moving in rapid succession, slipping against your skin and wrapping around your hand. You yelped in surprise, trying to pull your hand away from it. The more you struggled however, the more the creature gripped onto you, its suckers attaching to you so tight that you were sure you wouldn't be able to get it off without injuring yourself or the creature. Its tentacles climbed up your arm quickly, completely covering your flesh in its mass. It pulled itself from the confines of the box as it began wrapping around your neck.

Fear of your situation sank in as you stumbled backwards, bumping into a small side table. You cried out in pain as you fell beside the table, your hands too busy trying to pull the creature from your neck. The smell worsened as it covered the skin around your neck and you gagged on the air as you fell. The floor hurt less than the panic that was threatening to overtake you.

Your struggle against the creature seemed endlessly futile as two tentacles, slick in mucus slapped against your face, the tips wriggling near your mouth. Disgust threatening to cause you to hurl pummeled at your will to hold your lips shut until you couldn't hold on any longer. The thick masses slipped into your mouth, writhing against your tongue as they slipped further past your lips. You gagged against them, forced to inhale the smell at an extreme intensity. The mucus coated your mouth, staining you with the taste of raw fish.

You felt your tears bead at the corner of your eyes as you felt your body begin to go limp. The sensation of the tentacles against your skin becoming the only thing your mind focused on. Something about the mucus, you think. Something about it was making your body unresponsive to your wishes. You whimpered as you watched your arm sink down to your side, releasing its grasp on the mass attached to you.

You were completely helpless as it spread downwards, slipping its purple limbs underneath your shirt and brushing against your hardened nipples. The sensation made you feel as if your body had been set aflame, the pleasure beginning to drown out the uncomfortable scent that permeated the air. You whimpered against the tentacles in your throat as the rest of its mass greeted your heating body with its cold, slippery form.

You felt your back arch further as it passed by your chest, sinking into the waistband of your pants. You tried to shake your head, or plead, but your body refused to listen to what you wanted. Every muscle in your body had grown limp. You felt the tentacles in your throat begin to slip back out, the pulsing, crawling limbs slipping out past your lips and following the rest of the movement down. With your mouth freed, your voice filled the room with a wispy chorus of whines and moans as tentacles brushed at your nipples.

The rest of its form pushed past all of your clothing, slinking between your legs and reaching your sex. Its tentacles pushed against your entrance and you felt a moan slip out as it filled you. Its mass pressed against your insides so completely you felt stiff from it. It writhed within you, pushing into your walls and thrusting deeper into your sex. Pleasure exploded from deep within you as the creature moved inside. Its writhing mass pushed against you in ways you'd never experienced, and your voice sang its endless praise. Your body felt tense the longer it continued.

You knew you wouldn't last for the creature much longer, but perhaps that's what it wanted. It forced itself deeper inside of you, coiling itself against any space it could reach, forcing your voice out from your body as if your moans were a competition. Finally you felt the tension release from you in jolts of pleasure that shook your body to its core. Your eyes squeezed shut, one of the only things you could manage as you were forced to feel your walls clench around the thick tentacles penetrating you deeply.

As your moans cascaded into silent whimpers the creature finally relented, slowly retracting itself. Its tentacles exited your sex with a wet squelch, your fluids dripping from its limb in thick globs. It crawled away from your sex and back up onto your stomach, visibly shrinking before your eyes until it was one singular tentacle, as big as your pinkie finger.

As you recovered from your climax your body regained its feeling and you pushed yourself from the floor, cautiously picking up what was remaining of the creature who'd just made you a helpless mess. Your head was full of unanswered questions as you sat it back down on the table and looked inside the empty wax box. A sheet of paper was plastered to the bottom, covered in mucus. Your eyes scanned the dark lettering that read: Your Lovely Pet.

"Yeah, lovely, alright," you grumbled as the aches from where you had fallen began to throb more prominently. Your friend would definitely be hearing from you about this.

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Request done for emilysoot_owo ! I hope you enjoyed it <3