Tentacle Lover (Spike)

    To say you’ve been going through a rough patch is a bit of an understatement. It’s been more like a rough season. It started when you lost your job, your dream job really. You were working with a small company designing a range of retro inspired clothing. Unfortunately, cuts had to be made, and since you were relatively new, that meant the ax was on your neck. That meant you had to take a crummy retail job that is mildly related to your dream job. It was a huge blow to your confidence. After that, it just seemed like one long drag through the cactus farm. Retail is cruel and relentless, it throws things at you that you had once thought could only be the delusional ramblings of a pathological liar. You have seen things, you have done things, and it all just adds to the mire you are trudging through. 

    Your birthday arrives with little pomp or circumstance. You had decided to ignore it so you wouldn’t be disappointed again. You’ve somehow managed to get the day off and all you plan to do is sleep. Instead, you get a phone call from your friend. She’s outside your door with a huge breakfast, a sack full of groceries, and a present for you.

    The present was a houseplant, a small succulent. The leaves were a sort of purple and green and pink near the roots. It was small, just a few plump little leaves in a bowl. Your friend seemed quite adamant you would enjoy it and gave you a small list of how to care for it. Water once a day, give it sugar water once a week. You weren’t sure why your friend thought a houseplant would be the perfect gift, but she was so excited about it. She said that every time she gave a friend a plant their luck turned around. You weren’t sure how to take that.

    You set the plant in a window though where it will get direct sunlight and you water it. Although, you almost forget about the sugar water tidbit until you stumble on the note about a week later. You have a can of sour lemon soda sitting out so you dump that into the plant without thinking.

    The plant starts to grow, each week it seems you have to move it into a new pot. Eventually, it gets too big for the window so you end up buying an old table from a thrift store so you can keep it near the window. You also keep giving it the sour lemon soda that you like so much, assured it’s the equivalent of sugar water.

    As the plant grows, it becomes more purple and pink. The once plump little leaves have grown out and over the pot as well as the table. The tendrils are curly and thick, flaring out into grape-like clusters at the base and roots. The tips have little spiky feelers on the ends and it starts to give off a lemony scent. Despite your doubts at first, you’ve actually started to enjoy your plant. You feel a sense of pride at how big it’s gotten and you like to touch it. It feels silky soft and squeaks when you rub it. You’ve named it Spike for some reason, not sure, it just came to one day while you were giving it more lemon soda.

    One evening, after a painfully long day at work where some extraordinary horrors happened, you come home and fall onto the couch. Exhausted beyond belief, your feet sore, and your will to live shattered, you nearly fall asleep. That is until you hear a strange sound in your kitchen. There’s a squeak and a patter and the fridge opens. You sit up like a bolt, staring over the back of the sofa and into the kitchen. The refrigerator door is wide open and you hear something rustling through it. You hear a soda can pop open and you flinch.

    The door closes and you're shocked beyond belief to see Spike. The soda can is tipped into the depths of their tendrils and you hear a gulping sound. You jerk your head towards their table and pot. Dirt is everywhere and the pot is shattered on the ground. You turn back but Spike is no longer in the kitchen. You sit up, trying to look around for them when you feel something on your leg. You look down, seeing the writhing ball of tendrils starting to climb up you. You scream and fall off the back of the sofa.

    “Ha! Gotcha,” you hear a loud snort and laugh.

    You gather yourself and peek over the sofa, seeing Spike holding the remote and clicking through channels.

    “What the fu-”

    A tendril reaches back and pops your cheek. “Language,” Spike laughs.

    “How the hell...what is…” You walk around the sofa and watch Spike on the sofa. “What is this? What are you?” You gasp.

    “Hey! Move out of the way of the TV!” Spike snaps at you.

    You step aside and sit down on the sofa beside them, shocked and unsure how to move now.

    “Hey,” Spike’s voice goes soft for a moment. “Something's on your shirt.”

    You glance down and one of Spike’s tendrils hits you in the face. “Are you kidding me?” You snap at them.

    Spike chuckles. “So easy!”

    You frown at them. “I thought you were a plant.”

    “Kind of,” Spike answers. 

    You frown and stand up, getting your phone and calling your friend rather than ask the strange “kind-of-plant” sitting on your couch. 

    “Oh! So they finally came out,” your friend sound so happy. “How are they?”

    “What do you mean?” You scoff. “There’s a ball of hentai cliche sitting on my sofa drinking all my soda.”

    “Wait,” you friend hesitates. “Not the sour lemon crap you love?”

    You frown. “Yeah? Why?”

    “You’re supposed to only give it sweets! The sour might make it behave strangely.”

    “The soda is still sweet.” You then yelp when you feel Spike crawling up your legs again. You drop your phone and turn around. “Stop scaring me!” You snap.

    As you learn to live with Spike, you learn they have a penchant for pranks, especially scaring you. You come home and you’ll find they’ve booby-trapped something, or they’ll jump out and scare you. When you take a shower they like to peek and watch you. Sometimes at night they crawl into bed with you and give you a terrible fright. 

    You fall out of bed with a loud thud, their tentacles still around your ankles. “Will you please, stop that?” You snap at them.

    “You should be getting up for work,” Spike taunts. “You’ll be late again.”

    “I’m late because you never let me sleep!” You kick his tentacles away and stick your tongue out at them as you stand up. You glare at the clock. “Its an hour before I have to go!”

    “I don’t care.” Spike slinks away while you get ready, too pissed off to go back to bed. Usually, you have to rush your mornings, but with this extra hour, you’re able to take your time. You won’t admit to Spike but with them waking you up it’s really nice.

Although you have noticed they can be sweet as well. Sometimes, you’ll come home and Spike will have made something for dinner. And even when they scare you, Spike is nothing but excited giggles and titters. Seeing them so tickled at their own pranks makes you smile sometimes as well.

During a day off, as you’re making yourself cupcakes, Spike grabs your legs and nuzzles between your thighs.

“Hey!” You snap. “You talked about this!” You try to wiggle and shake them off but they continue to wiggle between your thighs.

“You’re so warm here, I just like it.”

You manage to shove Spike away but they cling to you and climb up your back, resting on your like a backpack. “You don’t like it when I touch you?”

You grumble, trying to mixing the icing for your cupcakes. “Not when you’re being obnoxious about it.”

Spike giggles. “You’re so cute down there though, of course, I want to touch you.” They squeeze around you, their tendrils going up under your shirt. “Ah, no bra today?”

You slap their tentacle away and smear Icing on them. They plop down to the ground as they try to clean themselves off. “Mmm, so good,” they moan. “Can I have more?”

You plop a huge scoop of icing on top of their head. “There. Now leave me be so I can finish this!” You pinch your thighs together, feeling a tiny bit excited from their touch.

“Thanks!” Spike laps up the icing. After you’ve done mixing and emptied the bowls Spike licks them sparkling clean. Sated and happy they spend the rest of the day lounging in the warm sun from the window.

Despite their teasing and taunting, Spike isn’t all that bad to get along with. They do take care of you and when you’ve had a really rough day they seem to sense it. They’ll halt their teasing for the evening and help you relax. They make sure you eat and get a good bath, they’ll also force you into bed at a reasonable hour and keep your phone away from you so you’re not up all night on it. They try to act mean about it, but just like when they wake you up early on mornings you have work, it’s really them showing how much they care for you. 

    One day you come home, feeling particularly run down. You collapse on the couch and lay there. You feel your shoes slip off and then Spike’s tentacles coil around your feet and squeeze them.

    “Hi, Spike,” you mutter and wiggle your toes. 

    They squeeze and knead your feet, going up your legs and massaging your calves. “What’s wrong?” Their voice is gentle and sweet.

    You sigh and close your eyes, cuddling more to the pillow in your arms. “I’m just tired,” you grumble.

    Spike’s kneading climbs further up your legs and to your back. It feels really good, especially when they are able to pop your neck. “This isn’t the normal tired, is it?” Their voice is full of sympathy.

    You shake your head slowly and sniffle. “No.”

    Spike crawls up you and lays beside you and cuddles against your chest. You wrap your arms around them, grateful to have someone to talk to and be there at the end of the day. You hug them tight and sniffle. Spike wipes away your tears and you feel something soft and squishy on your cheek. A small kiss. You look up at Spike and smile.

    “I like that.” Spike bops the end of your nose. 

    “Like what?” You ask.

    “Seeing your smile.”

    “Then why do you try to scare me so much?” You ask.

    Spike nuzzles under your chin, their tentacles coiling and squeezing all around you, wrapping you up in the best hug you’ve ever had. “I like seeing how you react,” they murmur. “But I always like when you smile afterward.”

    “Your laughs are cute,” you admit. “I like hearing you laugh.”

    Spike shivers and squeezes you more. “You do?”

    You kiss one of Spike’s tentacles. “I really do.”

    Spike rises up. “You should take a bath!” They say suddenly. You gasp as they lift you up, carrying you to the bathroom. They hold you suspended in the air, like some strange hammock, as they fill the tub. They toss in bath salts and a bath bomb. They also start to strip your clothes away. You’re impressed by their ability to multitask.

    Spike then eases you into the water and you sigh as you relax in the warmth. You lean back and smile as Spike watching from the edge of the tub.

    “Ok,” you chuckle. “Why do you always peek at me when I’m in the shower?”

    Spike leans over the edge, a few tentacles slipping into the water. “I like seeing you,” they admit shyly. “All of you.” Their tentacle coils around your ankle underwater.

    You smirk. “Oh I see, my houseplant was a perv all along.”

    Spike grunts. “No!”

    You lean back, feeling their tendril travel up your leg. “What did you like?”

    Spike huffs. “I’m not telling you.” They squeeze around your thigh. 

    You reach under the water and remove their tentacle. “I’m a little hungry,” you tell them. You smile at bat your lashes. “Do you mind making me something to eat.”

    Spike smacks the water and splashes you. “I do mind,” they huff and leave the bathroom.

    You smirk, relaxing back into the tub and closing your eyes. You were a little excited, having felt Spike inch dangerously close to the apex of your thighs. You wonder how Spike would touch you if you gave them the chance.

    The tub starts to drain and you look up, opening your eyes to see Spike has pulled the plug. They throw a towel at you. “Now, come on.”

    You stand up, wrapping the towel around you and following Spike into the living room. They’ve set food on the table and have your favorite movie on.

    “Oh, this is so nice!” You gasp as you sit down in the towel.

    Spike grumbles and hands you food. You munch and snack through the movie, enjoying Spike’s occasional touches. As the movie ends you’re full and comfy, cuddled up on the couch in just the towel. 

    “Thank you,” you smile at Spike.

    “Sure,” Spike grumbles.

    You sit up and open the towel. You drop it on the floor. “You said you liked all of me,” you touch your chest and pet your hand down your center. “So, let me thank you for a little.”

    Spike shivers and his limbs rise up. “A thank you?” Their voice cracks slightly.

    You lay back and spread your thighs, giving Spike a nice view as you start to touch yourself. Spike gasps and their tentacles coil up and around your legs. They inch in close, watching your fingers as you open yourself up, showing them your creamy center.

    “Do you want this?” You ask.

    Spike eases in, their tentacles parting around their soft mouth. They kiss your thighs and stomach, their lips slip along your folds. You feel something sticky as their tongue starts to swirl around. Spike moans and whimpers before they pull back. 

    “Is this ok? Really?” Spike pants.

    You smirk and sit up, kissing Spike on their lips. “It’s very ok, Spike,” you whisper. You lay back again and take one of their tentacles, guiding it to your lips and easing it inside. Spike grunts, pushing in suddenly. You cry out and squeeze tight around their intruding tendril.

    “So warm,” spike marvels. “Squishy.” They push in deeper, hitting all the way back inside you and thrusting to gain more entry. They move their tentacle roughly and hard, soon, another one slips inside you and they stretch you. You hiccup and grunt, rolling your hips to meet their piston-like thrusts.

    Spike pulls out and you grunt in disappointment. They then lift you up, suspending you in the air. Their tentacle coil around you, squeezing you and touching every inch of your skin. You whimper softly, feeling Spike slip between your thighs. You feel something rub at your folds and ease inside. It’s thicker than their normal tentacle and covered in little plump nubs. They rub your insides in the best way possible. You grunt, squeezing around it. Spike moans, panting. Their lips hanging open and their dark purple tongue hangs out.

    “So good,” they drool.

    They move slowly at first, taking their time. You sigh, rolling your hips to feel more. They start to pick up the pace and then tendrils squeeze around you. Spike grunts and moans, their thick tentacle inside you surges. You grunt, gripping them as you feel them move deeper inside you. They lean over you, kissing you softly.

    “Spike,” you moan.

    The snarl, pushing deeper and hard. You cry out and surge, feeling them pull from you something deep and powerful. It courses through your body and you cry out, arching your back as you lose your voice. Spike whimpers and grunts, still moving hard and fast inside you, making your limbs twitch and jerk.

    Spike then wails, releasing a thick, gooey substance inside you. Spike pants and moans, easing you back down on the sofa and curling up on top of you. They keep gushing inside your belly starts to swell. You moan and watch as they rise up. Spike ease down, gently pushing on your belly so their goo starts to ooze out of you.

    “I got too excited,” Spike giggles, watching you as their goo dribbles out.

    You grunt, lounging on the sofa. Hot bath, good food, relaxing evening, culminating in the best orgasm of your life was for sure the best day you’ve had in ages. Spike cleans you up and carries you to bed, tucking you in and curling up beside you. You pull them close snuggling to them.

    “Thanks,” you murmur sleepily.

    “For what?” Spike asks.

    “For making me feel good,” you reply. “Not just tonight but since you broke out of your pot. You’ve made me feel good even on days I feel like shit.” You kiss them and look at them, seeing several glowing eyes blinking through the tendrils. 

    “Oh,” Spike burbles. “I’m glad to just be around you is all.” They squeeze around you extra tight and your back pops.

    You cling to spike. “Will you stay with me?”

    Spike kisses you. “Why would I leave you?”