Tentacle Plant Lover: Mika (complete)

There have been reports of strange sightings in the area where you plan to go camping. The trip has been planned for months, but the closer you get to the date the more stories come out. Other hikers and campers have told tales about something in the woods that has grabbed at them. Others have had their campsites ransacked. One young girl claimed she was eating a lollipop by the lake, and was pushed into the water by something that stole the candy.

It’s all extremely odd, but you are not going to be deterred. You have been looking forward to this trip for so long. You used to go camping all the time when you were a kid, as it was the only thing your family could afford. After your grandfather passed, you decided to take up the habit again.

Your grandfather taught you everything about nature, wildlife, and how to survive in the woods. Every gift he gave you was something for the wilderness - lanterns, flints, survival and nature guides. It always struck your parents as odd, but you loved it. Your grandfather told all sorts of stories about his time as a ranger, and the one time he hunted Bigfoot. The sightings of some creature in the woods stealing candy seemed appropriate to celebrate your grandfather. 

Your sister, Harper, is going with you. After hearing the reports, she takes an interest and invites herself along. 

“You’re going to need protection.” As you load the car to go, she seems more excited than ever. Where you always liked the natural, your sister is particularly into the unnatural. You bonded with your grandfather over all his knowledge of wildlife, but Harper bonded with him over his stories of Bigfoot hunting, Loch Ness research, and his attempts to find Mothman.

“I’ll bring condoms.” You roll your eyes as you set your duffle bag in the back seat. “Besies, what makes you think I need protection?”

Harper gives you a shrug. “I’m the big sister. I always have to protect my little brother.”

To be fair, it was always Harper who stood up for you in school and long afterwards. You had been tormented in school for being way too butch and a lesbian. As you started to come out and realize you were trans, the bullying became more of a silent wall of confusion and revulsion. When Harper graduated, you dropped out and got your GED. After that, things really picked up.

A grin blossoms on your face. “You just want to see whatever cryptid is in the woods and fuck it.”

Harper puts her hands on her hips. “Yeah! And?” She sticks her tongue out at you. “At least I will be getting some action.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you scoff as you get into the car.

Harper hops into the passenger seat. “You know exactly what I mean. Since when was the last time you got any?”

“Since when was the last time for you, anyway?” you toss back at her.

Harper frowns. “You know-” She throws her back against the seat and crosses her arms tightly. “Lets just change the subject.”

You grin brightly as you drive away. The campsite is about an hour away, but you and Harper make plans to stop at a few places along the way. You get groceries to fill the cooler, go to an old ice cream parlor, and shop at an outlet mall before reaching the camp grounds.

Once you arrive, you go to the office to sign in. “May I help you?” The ranger manning the front desk appears from the back, a worried expression on her face.

“I’ve come to check in,” you reply. “I’ve reserved campsite 15-B.” You tell her your name.

“There is a warning all around the camp.” The ranger’s tone is anxious, and you already expect her to try and convince you to turn away. “There have been reports of attacks extremely close to that campsite. I would suggest reserving another spot and coming back next week.”

“No,” you scoff. “I’ve waited too long and I can’t get more time off at work. If anything happens, I’ll leave. Besides, this campsite is important. I used to come here a lot with family.”

“Well, be careful,” the ranger replies. “We’ve been performing rounds to make sure everyone still here is safe. This Candy Cryptid, as they call it, is still out there.” 

You go back out to the car, where Harper looks up from her phone before shutting it off. “Did they tell you to leave or something?”

“No,” you huff. “Just said to be wary of the Candy Cryptid.”

Harper makes a disgusted face. “That makes it sound like it’s made out of candy! No. No.” She shakes her head and wags her hand in the air. “It steals candy!” She sounds so horribly offended that you have to laugh. “The Cryptid who eats candy is much more appropriate.”

“What is that? A fifties movie where kids making out in cars get assaulted?” you snicker.

Once at the campsite you see that not much has changed since you were a kid. Now there is a purposefully-made pathway rather than one worn by people’s boots. There’s also a newer picnic table, but you can see where the old one stood ages ago.

You notice Harper messing around near the edge of the campsite, where there is a marker for the hiking trail. She has a camera and a tripod set up along with a solar battery pack.

“What the hell are you doing?” you scoff at her.

“I figured I would, you know, try and earn some cash while we’re here.” she says with a laugh. “One of the websites I like to go to is offering good money for any cryptid photographs.”

You know she’s walked right into that. “Why not just send them your selfie?”

Harper whips around. “Maybe I’ll send one of you!” She tosses a handful of leaves at you that just fall at her feet.

“Well stop messing with that and help me, alright?” you huff at her. “I need more than two hands for this.”

“I’m almost done,” Harper replies. She takes a powdered donut from the snack bin and places it in front of the camera.

“Fucking really, Harper?” You shake your head.

Harper leaves her makeshift photo booth and comes back to your side. “It likes sweets!” she says, thinking she’s one hundred percent sane.

You just give her a blank stare. “So do racoons, and possums, and anything else out there in the woods.”

“Yeah well,” she huffs. “Whatever.”

You decide to go for a swim before you start to cook dinner. You gather your swim gear and head down to the lake, bringing a towel and a peach soda. The water is a bit cold, but you get used to it. It’s your first time swimming since you had top surgery. Before, you felt a bit embarrassed, but now it feels right.

“I’m getting hungry!” you hear Harper yell.

“Fine! I’ll come back!” You start swimming to shore, but when you do you see something moving. On the bank, your peach soda is lifted up in the air and disappears into the brush. You gasp, rushing forward. Nothing else is gone, just the soda.

“Hungry!” Harper whines.

“Shut up! I just saw something steal my soda!” you yell back at her. 

“Was it the Cryptid?” Harper gasps excitedly.

You roll your eyes and walk into the brush. Surely you’re seeing things, but just to be sure, you want to see with your own two eyes that it isn’t just someone hiding in the woods. As you walk between the trees you hear grunting and snarling.

Kneeling down, you peer between trees to see something moving in a small clearing. It’s bashing the soda bottle on the ground, then chewing the lid as it tries to open it. Frustrated, it chucks the bottle onto the ground, where it bounces and rolls to your feet.

You stand still for a moment, waiting for whatever it was to move. The creature rises, its many tendrils draping down its body, each one moving of its own accord. For a moment, you think the tendrils are snakes. They look ropy and squishy, bright green with a rosy pink tint. The limbs reach out, grabbing the bottle again.

The creature gasps, noticing you crouched there. Your both stand very still, facing one another. Through the ropy vines, you see many pink eyes glowering back at you. Your breath is caught in your chest, and you’re far too afraid to move.

The creature drops the bottle, and for a split second you think it might run away. Instead, it grabs you, wrapping you up in its many tentacles. You try to scream, but it covers your mouth and drags you away. The cryptid who eats candy has you in its clutches!

After some time, you come to a cave. As it takes you inside, everything goes black. You can’t see anything expect the glow of its many eyes. Then, light appears. As you come through an opening, you notice many flashlights and fairy lights suspended from the cavern roof. 

The creature drops you down on a pile of sleeping bags, then stands over you.

You stare up at it, gasping for breath as your mind races wildly to any number of terrifying conclusions. As you try to think of a way to escape, a tentacle touches you. It brushes against the scars on your chest, and then the creature bends lower. You feel something soft on your chest, as if the creature were kissing you.

“What are you doing?” you quaver.

The creature lifts its head, or what you assume is a head. Its body is mainly made up of tentacles and vines, so you’re unsure if there is something solid in there.

“Hurt.” It taps its tentacle to your chest again. “Kiss, make better.”

You arch a brow and slowly sit up. The creature kneels before you tilting its head this way and that as they continue to touch your scars.

You shake your head. “Healed,” you say. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

The creature gasps. “Sure?”

You look it over, still confused. “Yes. I’m fine.”

The creature brings its tentacles to your face and brushes against your hair. It giggles gently, disarming you for a moment. 

You swallow down the lump in your throat. “You’re not going to hurt me?”

It gasps and shakes his head. “Ah. Ah!” It taps its tentacles around on the ground then places them on your chest again. “Safe.” They bring their vines in close to them. “Good.”

“Then why did you try to take my soda?” You look around for the entrance of the cave, just in case.

“Good!” they cry excitedly. “But… no open.” They hang their head sadly. 

You decide to test the waters. “If you take me back, I’ll open the bottle for you.”

“Okay!” They take hold of your hand. “Follow.” They lead you through the darkest part of the cave again, back into the woods. You return to the place where you met, where the bottle of soda is still on the ground.

Releasing your hand, they sit in wait as you twist the cap open. Greedily they grab it from you and bring it to their mouth, hidden within all the tentacles.

“So you’re the one who has been taking sweets all over the campground,” you murmur. “Certainly not what I expected.”

You hear Harper shouting for you in a panic.

“I’m here! It’s ok!” you shout back at her. “I have to go,” you say gently to the creature.

The creature whines.

“Do you like me or something?” you laugh.

The creature nods. 

“Oh,” you gasp in surprise. “Well--” You bite your lip as you try to think. “Lets meet up again. Tomorrow?”

“Can we?” They come up close to you. “Please?”

“Sure. I was going to go hiking.” You smile at them. “I’ll meet you here then.”

The creature’s tentacles wrap around your waist and back. It presses close to you, making a soft purring sound. As it holds you, a sweet and spicy wafts from it, very alluring. The more you breathe it in, the more you want to be in its clutches.

The creature pulls away. “Tomorrow,” it whispers.

“There you are!” Harper comes up behind you. “What happened?”

“Oh, uh-” You can still smell the creature. “I thought I saw something, so I just-” You shake your head. “Just a raccoon.”

Harper sighs. “You scared the shit out of me. Come on. Let’s get back.”

The scent of the creature haunts you that night. As you fall asleep and drift into dreams, it seems to take hold of your thoughts and guide you. You feel the soft kisses on your chest, the tentacles curling up your legs and around your wrists. You feel a surge of heat between your legs as their tentacles grow ever closer. With a jerk, the creature lifts you up into the air. A low growl vibrates in your ear.

With a gasp, you wake up. You hear rustling outside the tent, and you reach over to shake Harper awake.

“Hey Harper, I-” You stop, seeing Harper is no longer in bed. You huff, thinking she’s gone out to pursue her cryptid-hunting dreams. “Harper!” you call out as you get up. “Come back to the tent, you shouldn’t be out this late.”

You unzip the tent and hear a low moan outside. Looking up, you see the dim light of the streetlamp over the campsite, and Harper bent over the picnic table. Wrapped around her is a creature like the one you met before, but this one is much redder and its tentacles look more like spiky aloe leaves. It’s wrapped around Harper’s legs, and is laying on her back.

“Harper!” you yell.

Harper gasps and quickly moves away from the table. She stumbles, falling backwards, but the tentacle creature catches her before rising up and growling.

“It’s okay!” Harper yelps! I was just helping it to, uh--” She hesitates. “Just go back into the tent!”

You grimace. “Oh Harper,” you groan. “Don’t tell me-”

The creature rises up, standing taller and bulkier than you originally assessed. Its growls become deeper and more threatening until Harper stands up, holding her robe loosely around her. 

“Hey now,” she scoffs. “Back off. This is my brother.”

“What the fuck is happening?” You look around as if the answer is going to fall out of the sky. “Is this what you do when no one is watching?”

“Hey, we met earlier, okay?” She avoids looking at you. “While you were swimming it showed up and, well… I dunno. Something about him just-” She shakes her head with a huff. “I can’t explain it, okay?”

You remember the scent your creature gave off, and you understand a bit. “Well, that means there is more than one of them.”

Harper’s brow pinches. “More than one?”

Her creature snarls. “My bud mate.” Its voice is much more vicious than the one you met. 

“So you did meet one!” Harper snaps. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You glare at her. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You’re flapping your arms around like Kermit the Frog.

Harper pouts and glances back at her creature. “Well, I was being selfish. I guess.” She looks up at the creature, who lowers down near her. “I wanted Garnet to myself for a while.”

“Garnet?” You arch a brow.

“He looks like Garnet, doesn’t he?” She strokes her palm down his tentacles. “Why didn’t you tell me about yours, then?”

“I, uh-” you stop and sigh heavily. Looking down at the ground, you kick a stone. “Same reason, I guess. I just wanted to kind of have it for myself.”

Harper smiles smugly.

You take a firm stance again. “But I wasn’t going to fuck it!”

Harper opens her mouth to talk then shuts it. “Well,” she sniffs, “that is your loss.” She smiles back at Garnet. “Let’s find somewhere private.” 

Garnet takes hold of her hand and starts tugging her towards the woods.

“Harper!” You snap at her.

Harper glances back at you and smiles. “It’s okay, Garnet won’t hurt me unless I ask.” She looks up lovingly at Garnet. “Isn’t that right?”

Garnet leans down, kissing the top of Harper’s head.

You stare off in confusion as they walk into the woods. Sitting down at the picnic table, you stare out over the lake. Harper has always been this way - you shouldn’t be too shocked. What is shocking is how jealous you are.

You hear a rustling in the bushes, and the creature you met comes crawling out. It rises from the ground, peering over the small railing that lines the path down to the lake.

“Alone?” they chirp.

You sigh. “Yeah. My sister just went off with your sibling,” you grumble.

The creature comes up to the table, sitting across from you. Their long tendrils trail against the tabletop as they slouch down in the seat, looking small and cute compared to the other one. Their coloring is soft green and pink, and their tentacles looked like small and squishy succulents. 

“My sister called the other one Garnet,” you murmur. “Perhaps I should give you a name too.”

They giggle and wiggle a bit. “I’d like that.”

You smile. “How about, Mika?” you suggest. “It’s cute, like you.”

“Okay,” they reply. 

“Mika,” you murmur. You smell that scent again, and you’re brought back to your dream. For a moment, you feel hot and flushed all over.

“So, uhm… Mika.” You clear your throat. 

“Yes?” They tilt to the side.

You’re not sure what to say or even do. You sister certainly knew how to take advantage of the moment, but you are unsure you can move that fast ahead. Besides, Mika doesn’t seem like Garnet at all. They seem much cuter and sweeter than that. Garnet appears to be harsh and barbed, possessive of Harper.

Under the table, Mika’s tentacles are wrapping around your ankles. They travel up your legs and squeeze around your calves.

“Uh… What are you doing?” you ask.

Mika tugs on your legs. “Let’s play.”

Your heart is thrumming. “Play? Play how?”

“Like them,” Mika’s voice sounds breathless.

Every hair on your body stands on end. “Oh.” Your heart pounds even faster. “We’ve only just met, Mika.”

Mika rises up, suddenly looking much bigger. “It’ll be fun.”

You swallow down a nervous lump in your throat. “I’m sure it would, uhm-” You brush away the tentacles on your legs and stand up. “Why do you want to play with me?”

Mika is on top of the table and moving towards you. They come close to your face, and the glowing eyes open up. “Smell good.” They nuzzle the curve of your neck and begin wrapping you up in their many limbs. “Makes me excited.”

Their scent is strong too, enveloping your senses again as they glom onto you with a strong embrace. You press your palms against them, intending to fight back, but wholly giving in to them.

“You smell good too,” you pant.

Mika laughs. “Then we make good mates.”

Your face feels like a burning coal. You quickly look away as Mika plants kisses down your cheek and neck. You feel a slimy tongue against your skin, and as you turn your head you meet Mika’s kiss. They taste sweet, and as their tongue slides down your throat there is a warmth that floods through you.

Mika pulls back, a low growl rumbling from them. “More?”

“I, uh-” You’re dizzy and unsure how to respond. “What’s more?”

Mika pulls you up onto the table and starts removing your clothes. Naked under the moonlight, the cool air ripples over your skin and electrifies your nerves. Mika strokes down your chest, gently touching your scars like before.

“No hurt?” Mika whispers.

You shake your head. “They don’t hurt, I promise.”

Mika dps lower, their lips pressing to your nipple as they suck it. They let out a small growl before lifting their head again to kiss down your body, their tentacles wrapping around your wrists, waist, and ankles. As they settle between your legs, the tentacles raise your legs and spread them wide.

“Hmm,” Mika murmurs as they flick a tentacle along your loins. “Wet.”

“He-hey.” Your voice cracks. “Don’t tease.”

Mika glances up and they release your legs, letting them drop. “Show me.”

You sit up as they stand at the edge of the table. Moving forward, you jut out your hips and bring your hand down. “Well, uhm-” You look up at Mika, who is watching you closely. “This is-” your rub the erect bud between your fingers. “This is my dick. It feels good when-”

“I know!” Mika takes their tentacle and replaces your fingers. It coils around, squeezing it. The sensation makes you lose your breath for a moment.

“Working?” Mika purrs.

“Yeah, uh-” you break into a grin. “Working real good.”

“What else?” Mika asks.

You lean forward, grabbing hold of Mika. Panting heavily, you melt into Mika’s touch. They stroke your dick, fast and slow. You can’t seem to think, caught between the warm touch and the cool air. Shuddering and shaking, you manage to push Mika away and flop back onto the table. 

“Wrong?” Mika asks.

You cover your face with your palms, unable to think, let alone breathe. You let out a laugh and sink back into the table. “Good,” you pant. “So good.”

“Wet,” Mika whispers again. 

You shakily sit up, gulping down a breath. “Yeah, very wet,” you chuckle. You look up at Mika. “That felt amazing. Thank you.”

Mika wiggles proudly, then leans in to kiss you again. Their lips are soft and full, but your still can’t make out if there is any sort of shape to their body.

“Is there a way I can return the favor?” you ask.

Mika perks up a bit. 

“If you wanna play still, that is,” you chuckle. You are Harper’s brother after all, and you do share some similarities.

Mika nods, and their tentacles part. From within a thicker tendril appears. It has a large bulge at the tip, one that looks like a flower bud. Around it there are small lips that stick out, turning into nubs along the shaft.

You take it in your hand, stroking it slowly. Mika shivers and lets out a low snarl. You watch them, glancing down at the special tentacle, which begins to grow sticky. You stand up and make Mika lay on the table. Then you straddle them and slowly guide the tentacle inside you.

“Hot!” Mika yelps, bucking in a way that makes them go deeper inside you. You push them down, pulling away as the sudden joly hurt a bit.

“Easy,” you hiss. “You can’t do that.”

“Hot,” Mika moans. “Good.”

You ease back over them again. “Watch me next time.” You slowly guide them inside, feeling them deeply. The little lips rub against your inner walls, and the thick tentacle stretches you. As you ease down, Mika’s tendrils start to coil around you. They squeeze your thighs and ass, hug your waist, and curl around your wrists.

“Good?” Mika asks.

You nod, taking them as much as you can. “Yeah, very.” You grind him inside, biting your bottom lip. You start to bounce, moving up and down slowly. 

“Oh,” Mika gasps. Their tentacles tighten around you. “Good!”

You go slow at first, looking down at Mika. Their tendrils climb up your chest, rubbing against your skin. They way they hold your thighs makes it easy to move, as if they buoy you and help you spring back.  

Leaning forward, you place your palms on them and move backwards. You start going faster, harder. Inside it feels as if they’re stretching you tighter, almost ballooning. You gasp and shudder, you thighs quaking as you ride them. Mika is groaning and sighing, their voice sounding deeper than before.

You squeeze tight around them, throwing your head back and letting out a loud cry. Every inch of you is raw, and every sensation overwhelms. You’ve not felt this good, this powerful, in such a long time. You tremble as you try to stay up, but the only thing keeping you solid is Mika’s tentacle around you.

You’re suddenly lifted up. Mika moves you so your arms behind your back and your thighs are spread more. They thrust you down and up, going deeper inside of you. You cry out, weak from your two previous orgasms, and every extra thrust makes the aftershocks stronger.

Mika squirms and wriggles inside you. They pull out once, rubbing between your folds and then against your ass before sinking back inside. Mika snarls and growls like a beast, rutting into you as if they cannot get enough. Maybe they can’t, you had no idea what you were getting into. For all you know, this is life now!

The cool wind picks up, shaking the trees and raking against your sensitive skin. You whimper, moaning as Mika continues to drive deep inside you. Then, all at once, Mika cries out. Twitching over every tentacle, their grip tightens and pulls you down so you take everything. A slick, purple slime gushes inside you. It spills on the table and onto the ground. There is so much of it. Mika grunts, shaking each time a surge takes over.

You’re dizzy and giddy, and your vision has become blurred. 

“Good?” Mika purrs.

You grunt a reply and Mika kisses you.

In the morning, you lay naked in the tent with Mika wrapped around you. You slowly wake up, rubbing your eyes and feeling a soreness below that reminds you everything was not a dream. You sigh, staring up at the roof of the tent, bewildered that you let things go so far.

“Having fun, I see?”

You sit up with a jolt as Harper peers into the tent, a smug grin plastered across her face. You cover yourself with parts of Mika and scowl. 

“Just getting back?” you huff.

“I was getting hungry and I promised Garnet pancakes. Get dressed and come out.” She leaves and you flop back down.

Mika kisses your cheek. “Go?”

You sigh. “No, you can stay.” You snuggle up to them. “Too late to try and tell you to go now.”

“Happy.” Mika hugs you tight.

You chuckle. “Yeah, maybe.”

After getting up, you and Mika join Harper and Garnet for breakfast. For the rest of your trip, the two of them are constantly with you. Often, you break apart and go have fun with your respective partners.

It never occurs to you that perhaps it was mating season for your cryptids. Well, at least it doesn’t occur to you until the following year, when you and Harper go camping again.

This time, Mika and Garnet go home with you. By that point you have bonded, and leaving them doesn’t seem right. Reports of the Candy Cryptid soon diminish, and after a while they’re all a story told around campfires.