The Tentacle Plant: One

Your cousin came for a visit and gave you a strange potted plant as a gift. She claimed it was a small succulent but you had never seen anything like it before. It came out like thick leaves that formed tightly together into a long cone, going from green to a soft pink color. Your cousin simply told you to keep it watered and sometimes give it sugar water.You did so, watering it when the soil got dry and once a week you would use the sugar water on it. You weren’t sure how well you could keep it alive, you had never been a plant person. You had tried keeping herbs gardens and even house plants, but that always ended in tragedy. You had even tried planting wildflower seeds and as it did was result in a bald patch in your yard.You were intent on keeping this little plant alive. You did everything the old ladies at the garden shop told you to do, you even talked and sang to the little plant. You kept it on a clear spot on your windowsill and even switched out the pot for it when you were worried it was getting too small.In fact, you noticed it was growing rather rapidly, faster than you thought a little plant should. You went through three jars in the first month, and within the first two weeks of the second month, you went through three more. It was slowly overgrowing your windowsill and beginning to grow along the wall.At a complete loss with what to do you wonder if it’s time to get rid of it. Perhaps take it to the nursery or even to a farm somewhere. You hated the idea of getting rid of it though, you had grown attached to the damn thing. The cones began to curl, the once tightly formed petals now blossomed out at the base. It was starting to remind you of something you had seen in a sci-fi film.You decided that after the next time you needed to repot it you would go to someone to ask exactly what the best course of action was. Until then you tended to it the same way you always had, back when it fitted in your palm.One day as you’re relaxing, sitting in the chair by the window, you hear your drinking glass rattle. Looking, you see one of the vines of the plant dipping into your sweet tea. You huff and pluck it out, not thinking twice. You then hear your glass rattle again and when you look again the plant is back in the glass, this time lifting it over itself and dumping the sweet contents into itself.You jaw drops open.It extends the glass back to you, shaking it as if asking for more.You simply get up and walk away from it, not sure how to process this. You go to the kitchen and stand there, staring at the wall and holding your face. Plants don’t move! Plants don’t drink sweet tea, let alone ask for more!You feel something tapping at your ankle and you look down, your plant crawling towards you, holding the empty glass up.“What-” you gasp and take a step back.The pot falls away and the dirt falls off what you had thought were the roots. A body rises up from a ball of wrapped tentacles as you trip backwards and it catches you, cushioning you fall. Sitting up you look at the creature now sitting before you. A multitude of glowing pink eyes stares out from under a mess of small, curly tentacles. It makes a soft gentle sound and places the tea glass in your hands.“Oh yeah, uhm-” you stand up and pour it a fresh cup, holding it out it takes the glass, the pink eyes squinting and glowing brighter. You sit back down, watching, as the tentacles part away, showing a soft looking mouth. It drank, gulping down all the contents of the glass. It then licked its lips with a purple tongue and placed the glass in the sink.You reach out and touch it, brushing away from the dirt that remained on its newly emerged body. It purrs, pressing into your palm and placing itself in your lap. It nuzzles up to you, wrapping it’s long, soft tentacles around you and hugging you close.You hug it back, finding yourself unable to be afraid. You’ve raised it after all this time, you actually kept it alive! You smile at it, “we should probably get you a bath.”Its eyes flicked up to you.“Get all this dirt off you,” you explain to it. “Making you nice a clean.”It nods gently, pulling back as your stand up. It stands with you, rising to a height that towers over you. “You’re bigger than I thought,” you gasp.It takes your hand, wrapping around your fingers and up you arm.You lead it to the bathroom, pouring a cool bath. It steps inside and flattens out to fit in the tub and under the water.“What the hell did my cousin give me?” You whisper as you sit on the side of the tub. You reach under the water and touch it. It vibrates at your touch and it lifts its head out of the water. The pink eyes glow softly as it looks up at you.Over the next few days you get used to your once sedentary houseplant now being a sentient wriggling ball of limbs. You’re not sure you should call it a cephalopod, because at times it appears to have a body, but other times it’s like a strange ottoman.It follows you around, watching you go about your business, sometimes even tending to its own. It fetches things from the fridge, mainly sugary drinks, and entertains itself by watching TV and movies. You’re also pretty sure that when you’re out of the house it plays your video games and beats your high scores. All in all though, you find you enjoy having it around.After one especially hard day at work you come home tired and beaten. Not only was there an onslaught of rather nasty customers, your boss took out his frustration of the day on you afterwards. As soon as you got into the door you felt all of it crumble and you slip to the floor and begin to cry.You feel something soft touch your cheek and then wrap around your hands. It pulls you into it’s many arms and you hug it tightly, crying on to…something like a shoulder. It feels so nice to be held so affectionately, to let go and be comforted.It wipes your tears away, and kisses all over your face with it’s soft mouth. You smile, giggling softly as it comforts you.“Thank you,” you sniffle. “I needed that.”It hugs you tight again and you melt into it’s arms, sighing gently. It lifts you up suddenly, suspended you in the air it carries you to the sofa and plops you down. It throws a blanket over you then takes off your shoes. After tucking the blanket around you it then disappears into the kitchen.You hear some thudding and thunking around and then it comes back, carrying a tray that it offers to you. On it is a prepared cup of soup and a can a peach soda.You start to cry again at the sweet gesture but you smile and take the tray, thanking it and placing a kiss on one of its tentacles. It rubs your feet as you eat and while it’s a bit embarrassing at first you learn to enjoy it.“Where did you learn this?” You giggled at it.“TV,” it says simply.“Oh well thats-” you start coughing on your soup and you wipe you mouth off. “You can talk.”It makes a motion similar to a shrug.“Ok…yeah,” you nestle back, wondering what else it can do it keeps hiding. You set the empty mug of soup aside and open the can of peach soda. You take a sip then offer the can to it.It takes the can and takes a gulp then hands it back. You relax, melting into the sofa and letting it work it’s magic. You then feel it tugging at your pants and you jump. It grabs you and lifts your hips, pulling your pants off and tossing them aside.“Hey! What’s that about?” You pusha foot against a tentacle.“Relax, relax,” it coaxes, pushing you back into the sofa.“Not when you’re undressing me,” you huff, fighting back weakly as its tentacles wrap around your legs, squeezing and kneading in a pleasing way that makes you stop fighting.Their tentacles rise up, petting along your stomach and up under your shirt. You gasp but don’t move, waiting to see what it was doing. It moves along your back and you relax a bit, letting it knead your tender shoulders and the sore part in your lower back. You sigh and relax again, lounging as you receive a full body massage.“Better?” It asks.You nod and offer it the rest of the soda. “Thanks, that was really…nice.”It takes the soda. “I can do better.”“How so?” You yawn and stretch as it pulls its tentacles away from you. You feel like warm, kneaded dough, you know you won’t be able to stand or walk for a few minutes.It rises up and hovers over you, you look into its eyes and smile softly, reaching out you touch it and it inches in close, soft lips brushing over your cheek and neck before planting a kiss on your lips. You whimper but don’t move, letting it slip its tongue between your lips. It tastes like peach.“You taste good,” you purrs.“Ah,” you grunt as it pulls away, wanting it to kiss you again.“Will you let me?” I asks, its voice so sweet and innocent.You nod slowly, reaching up for it again and kissing it again, this time all of its tentacles surround you. You whimper softly as you feel the silky tendrils caress your body, the touch different from it’s kind hearted massage before. It pulls up your shirt and kisses down your chest as tentacles open your legs again.You feel one rub against the front of your underwear and you bite back a grunt. It teases and tickles over the sensitive spots on your body. As you begin to wonder how it knows to touch like this, you realize that, more than once, you’vemasturbated in front of it while it was still technically a houseplant.“I really love you,” it says suddenly and your heart skips a beat. “I’ve loved you from the first moment I saw you.”“I…I never knew…” you feel your cheeks burn at it’s confession.It chuckles softly and lifts you hips, tugging away your panties. It kisses you below, it’s tongue lapping over the wetness and heat. It pulls back, savoring the taste for a moment before plunging back in and going at your like a feast.You cry out loudly and press your hands against it. It shakes and rattles you, tentacles grasping your flesh and even pushing between your lips as it nibbles and laps at your melting sex. It’s like you’re being mauled, yet somehow it’s making you shudder and convulse with lust.It’s tongue burrows deep inside you, wriggling and lapping up every juicy drop you offer it. You inner walls tighten around it and you let out a pleasure screamed, your hips bouncing and then spasming as you cum on their lips.”Oh wow,” you pants as it pulls back.You pant heavily, your chest heaving as you’re still rolling in the warmth of several aftershocks.“You tasted so good…I thought I knew good,” you looks up at you, it’s bright pink eyes almost dancing. “I can do better!”You grin, blushing from head to toe, you giggle and cover your face. “I don’t see how but you can try!”“I will!” It  tugs your legs up into the air, splaying you fully before it. You feel something press inside, thick and warm. It pushes deep inside then pulls out. Another tentacle gently presses on your clit, circling it and tapping, finding a rhythm that makes you moan out.Its many limbs crawl all over you and you suckle one that tickles over your lips. It pushes over your tongue and back out, moving to the motions as it thrusts inside you. You then realize you’re lifting off the couch and it’s hovering you in the air, but honestly, you don’t care. That’s how good it feels.You begin to moan again, your legs trembling as another climax builds and quickens in your belly. It quickly pulls out of you and replaces it with its mouth again, suckling and thrusting inside you. It’s tongue thicker than before, hotter.You begin to cry out and gasp, your body shaking as you’re still weak from the last orgasm. You thrash for a moment and go limp, feeling every ounce of strength in your fade as you cum.It lowers you down and cradles you, pressing a tentacle inside you again and moving it slowly, pushing every aftershock from you your body can supply.You loll you head back against it and moan softly. “You’re so good…”It purrs, pushing the tentacle deep inside you. You reach down, stroking the length of the tentacle still outside you. They begin to grunt with their purrs, their thrusts deepening and going faster. You feel it throb inside, thickening and stretching your walls. You gasp and moan, wanting whatever it was doing to happen inside you.It then shrieks and spasms, something hot and sticky pulsing inside of you. It gushes from the tip in thick globs over and over and over until its flowing out of you and down its tentacle.You pant and shiver, falling limp against it as it wraps you up lovingly.“Did you like it?” It peeps.You giggle, kissing it all over with what little strength you have. “I loved it.”“Can we do it again?”“We can do it all the time,” you purr, cuddling it.It gasps and squeezes you tight. “I love you so much!”You blushed, curling to it and nuzzling through the tentacles. “I love you too.”