This does not even resemble my homework assignment, lol. I am so dead.
Funnily enough, writing the tentacle rape part didn't bother me. Keeping Harry in character throughout...well, that was hit-and-miss.
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Some kid got thoroughly excited to see a giant squid "just like Hogwarts!" in Lake Michigan. Her parents told her that giant squid only lived in the ocean.
Then the creature started harassing bathers, so Chicago had gone through a list of possible solutions - animal control, sanitation, PD - and decided I was the best option. I got the job description from the Mayor himself, who couldn't quite seem to stop laughing as he told me to go squish the tentacle beastie.
It wasn't a squid, by the way. I wasn't sure what it was, because I hadn't seen a head yet, but it didn't have suckers on the limbs, so it couldn't be a squid. Its many (way, way more than ten, in different shapes and sizes) tentacles were smooth, with bulbed tips on most of them. The tips opened to expose smaller feelers on the inside, which could extend another six to ten inches.
Do my observations sound calm?
That would be the...goop, for lack of a better word, that the creature secretes. Once it started touching me, I still knew I should fight it, kill it even, but it was like moving through freezing mud. Every twitch was painful and difficult. I stopped resisting and it stopped hurting.
Yes, for once in my life, I stopped resisting. I didn't cast, not that using magic in a large body of water is ever a good idea, I didn't even kick the tentacles. It held me in a ropy embrace, limbs creeping under my sleeves and pant legs. I didn't remember losing my shoes, but they weren't on me anymore.
The creature shifted its limbs all at once and my clothes shredded like wet paper in a blender. I wasn't cold, even though it was Lake Michigan on a late February night. I credited the numbness brought on by the goop.
A thin arm snaked into a coil around my cock before diving lower, pressing at my entrance. The tip opened and the feelers shoved in one by one.
I sure as hell felt that. I thrashed and screamed, but the tentacles just tightened around me and I bruised under them. It pumped more of the goop onto me and I went limp as the feelers explored my ass. They were more dextrous than a finger - seemingly infinite points of articulation, and so much precision. Several of them rubbed against my prostate and I managed a muffled groan through numb lips.
The creature withdrew its feelers and replaced it with the entire relatively thin tentacle. I screamed again at the bulging tip, but once it was inside it felt better. A tough, black tentacle around my neck opened - its feelers forced my jaw open so it could shove inside. I tried biting but it was like kicking a tire, all rubbery resistance and nothing to show pain. Tentactle tips and feelers brushed along my skin, pausing when I gave any kind of reaction.
There were suction cups. My bad. I know this because they attached to my nipples and squeezed and sucked. I whined around the tentacle in my mouth, and it pressed deeper, until I almost gagged, swallowing reflexively instead.
The tentacle twisted and did it again, forcing me to swallow.
I was covered in the writhing black limbs now, seeking openings in my flesh, one even rutting shallowly in my bellybutton. More of the thin ones started making advances on my ass. I tried to tighten up, wanting to at least preserve some of my dignity.
The creature moved me easily, spreading my legs into a semi-painful position over the water and opening me up further. I couldn't keep track of how many were in me at any moment. Sometimes there were two in my mouth, sometimes three. It felt like my ass was getting stretched wider and wider until I was sure it would be distorted out of any kind of normal shape.
Then all the ones below pulled loose, but I was left stretched and empty and waiting.
I wasn't prepared for what came next.
Two of the thickest tentacles I'd seen yet, each at least as wide as my wrists, wrapped their ways around my thighs. They teased my entrance, rubbing up against the tired muscle and slapping against each other with a thick, wet and meaty sound.
The first entered without too much resistance, making itself at home, squirming around and rubbing against my prostate. My hips jerked back to it involuntarily. Then the second started pulling its way in, using the feelers to widen me as it went along.
I bit down on the tentacle in my mouth as best I could and screamed again. It wasn't the same kind of agony, though. I was coated inside and out with the numbing goop. It was just so much inside me, all at once...so I screamed.
The tentacles alernated thrusting in and out, one tapping my prostate as the other pulled back nearly to my entrance. It was maddening, never being fully filled or totally empty. Two of the much thinner tentacles slipped in so easily I wouldn't have noticed if they didn't join in the rotation, making it even less time between thrusts. My hips wouldn't stop jerking towards them eagerly.
The tentacle which had been fairly still on my cock started to pump and squeeze, a passable approximation of a handjob. The tip opened and feelers covered my balls, teeming over me in indefinable patterns as I squirmed and panted and tried to decide if I wanted to be free or just wanted to come. I thrashed a little, and the creature lost patience with me, I guess, since the loose grip on my arms became harder than handcuffs, forcing my arms behind my back and restraining them together. The one on my neck tightened in what felt like a warning to behave.
A strangled whimper and I came, but the torment didn't stop. It kept pounding into me and stroking my cock as I cried (incredibly manly tears) at the overstimulation. It felt like ages before I got hard again, and this time a tentacle seemed to swallow me to the root, sucking painfully hard on my cock. My nipples twinged under the renewed attentions of their own suckers, and one of the smaller ones in my ass milked my prostate while the other three stretched me more.
Stars and Stones. There was something bigger than anything yet, and it was not as flexible as the rest: two thin tentacles guided it into my entrance when the rest evacuated. If everything else had been limbs or digits, this had to be a cock: it was thick and solid and it felt like it was tearing me in half, I was so full. The sucker on my cock pulled back and a tiny feeler rubbed sinuously against my slit. I squirmed, gasping uselessly on the tentacle in my mouth as I felt ridges and bumps on the monster cock inside my ass. It kept slipping steadily further in.
It was wider around than my admittedly scrawny biceps. And slowly, excruciatingly slowly, it began to move.
I've never been much for jacking off, but I know to do it pleasantly, you need some lube. To do it angrily, you can make do with some spit, and to do it hatefully and painfully, you just rub yourself raw on your bare hand.
This was the hateful and painful way to have anal sex, except it also felt so damn good I didn't care. The knobs and ridges rubbed in all the right places and the firm head got me right in the prostate every time. The feeler on my cock wormed its way inside me while I was distracted, a sensation I noticed only as the sudden and overwhelming urge to pee combined with the complete inability to fulfill that urge.
I didn't thrash this time, but only because three thick tentacles held my hips in place.
The other feelers from that tentacle were stroking up and down the outside of my cock, pressing together here and there.
I could think only about coming, even though I'd done so once already much more recently than I can usually recover from so fast.
Something warm and wet started running down my legs - I was out of the water still, though the February air felt warmer than it should have. I couldn't see it in the dark - I couldn't turn my head with all the tentacles in my way - but it dripped unpleasantly down my thighs.
The feeler pulled slowly out of my cock and I almost sobbed with relief. Okay, I did sob. The tentacles pulled out one by one until I was hanging by my bound arms. Then I was dropped into the water, which was much colder than I remembered. I floundered for a few seconds before tentacles picked me back up again, one of them brushing my temple...fondly? It seemed that way.
There was the faintest thought in my mind at the touch, I will return to my own people, little wizardling. You have given me much to consider.
O.O Woah. ...That was really intense. I think I'm gonna have to just breathe for a moment.
In other words, your homework will have to suffer b/c this is written really well! :D
I like the little touches where Harry keeps trying to say that everything he did was "manly" and that the tentacle monster seems to have its own personality.
...Mayor? Is this a reference to Rham?
Looking forward to any other fills you decide to do. :D
Of course I'm not one of the obsessive Rahm fans *whistles innocently. Halo appears, which dissipates into an image of Rahm giving everyone the finger* DAMMIT RAHM, STOP GIVING ME AWAYYYYY
--writernon
ps if I do other films, I'll probably de-anon for them. because homg did not think I had shame left, but then here I go writing this oTL
*giggles* glad you think so. Doubt my prof will agree, since this hw is already a day and a half late, and in so many ways a dollar short. On the other hand, I doubt I'll fail the class even if I completely neglect to turn this in.
Oh, well, sure, if you ask the *professor*, they'll say it's the homework that's important. But they're biased. Unlike me. I am completely neutral, and must therefore be telling you the truth. :D
lol. I had no idea they were biased, really? but you're neutral, that's very comforting. I'm a journalism major, yanno, we're all about fair and balanced.
I... did not know I liked tentaclefic. I really didn't. In fact, the idea kinda squicked me. And then I read this. And, um, I may have a new kink? I'm not sure whether to punch you or hug you or just slink off to my bunk. And part of me is going WATER IS NOT GOOD LUBE but you said something about goo and that might work and I am not contemplating the mechanics of tentacle sex, oh who am I kidding.
I love you a little bit. I love the squid thing more. I love Harry most, in a 'I want to give him a plushy and hot chocolate and tuck him into bed far far away from anything that might conceivably want to have sex with him, because I don't think he can take much more of this the poor woobie' way.
*rubs back of neck sheepishly* well, I confess to occasionally looking at some tentacle hentai, mostly with a trainwreck horrified fascination, but I never really got into the fanfic. So I kind of wrote this aiming for Harry to be pretty weirded out by the whole ordeal.
Please no punching ^^;;; I understand how you feel, sometimes I get clotheslined with new kinks as well. And no, the water was not the lube. Especially since the water was Lake Michigan D;
There was a goo. It was a tentacley goo.
And yeah, I kinda wanna not sex Harry up for a few days, either. My Harry!muse could use the time to recover.
Guh! There isn 't enough tentacle porn in the world. This is a great addition to the small collection. I love all the stimulation Harry gets. Very ho, and I thought the endin was awesome.
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Fic: Something to Think About
(Anonymous) 2011-02-10 03:09 am (UTC)(link)Funnily enough, writing the tentacle rape part didn't bother me. Keeping Harry in character throughout...well, that was hit-and-miss.
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Some kid got thoroughly excited to see a giant squid "just like Hogwarts!" in Lake Michigan. Her parents told her that giant squid only lived in the ocean.
Then the creature started harassing bathers, so Chicago had gone through a list of possible solutions - animal control, sanitation, PD - and decided I was the best option. I got the job description from the Mayor himself, who couldn't quite seem to stop laughing as he told me to go squish the tentacle beastie.
It wasn't a squid, by the way. I wasn't sure what it was, because I hadn't seen a head yet, but it didn't have suckers on the limbs, so it couldn't be a squid. Its many (way, way more than ten, in different shapes and sizes) tentacles were smooth, with bulbed tips on most of them. The tips opened to expose smaller feelers on the inside, which could extend another six to ten inches.
Do my observations sound calm?
That would be the...goop, for lack of a better word, that the creature secretes. Once it started touching me, I still knew I should fight it, kill it even, but it was like moving through freezing mud. Every twitch was painful and difficult. I stopped resisting and it stopped hurting.
Yes, for once in my life, I stopped resisting. I didn't cast, not that using magic in a large body of water is ever a good idea, I didn't even kick the tentacles. It held me in a ropy embrace, limbs creeping under my sleeves and pant legs. I didn't remember losing my shoes, but they weren't on me anymore.
The creature shifted its limbs all at once and my clothes shredded like wet paper in a blender. I wasn't cold, even though it was Lake Michigan on a late February night. I credited the numbness brought on by the goop.
A thin arm snaked into a coil around my cock before diving lower, pressing at my entrance. The tip opened and the feelers shoved in one by one.
I sure as hell felt that. I thrashed and screamed, but the tentacles just tightened around me and I bruised under them. It pumped more of the goop onto me and I went limp as the feelers explored my ass. They were more dextrous than a finger - seemingly infinite points of articulation, and so much precision. Several of them rubbed against my prostate and I managed a muffled groan through numb lips.
The creature withdrew its feelers and replaced it with the entire relatively thin tentacle. I screamed again at the bulging tip, but once it was inside it felt better. A tough, black tentacle around my neck opened - its feelers forced my jaw open so it could shove inside. I tried biting but it was like kicking a tire, all rubbery resistance and nothing to show pain. Tentactle tips and feelers brushed along my skin, pausing when I gave any kind of reaction.
There were suction cups. My bad. I know this because they attached to my nipples and squeezed and sucked. I whined around the tentacle in my mouth, and it pressed deeper, until I almost gagged, swallowing reflexively instead.
The tentacle twisted and did it again, forcing me to swallow.
I was covered in the writhing black limbs now, seeking openings in my flesh, one even rutting shallowly in my bellybutton. More of the thin ones started making advances on my ass. I tried to tighten up, wanting to at least preserve some of my dignity.
The creature moved me easily, spreading my legs into a semi-painful position over the water and opening me up further. I couldn't keep track of how many were in me at any moment. Sometimes there were two in my mouth, sometimes three. It felt like my ass was getting stretched wider and wider until I was sure it would be distorted out of any kind of normal shape.
Then all the ones below pulled loose, but I was left stretched and empty and waiting.
I wasn't prepared for what came next.
Two of the thickest tentacles I'd seen yet, each at least as wide as my wrists, wrapped their ways around my thighs. They teased my entrance, rubbing up against the tired muscle and slapping against each other with a thick, wet and meaty sound.
The first entered without too much resistance, making itself at home, squirming around and rubbing against my prostate. My hips jerked back to it involuntarily. Then the second started pulling its way in, using the feelers to widen me as it went along.
I bit down on the tentacle in my mouth as best I could and screamed again. It wasn't the same kind of agony, though. I was coated inside and out with the numbing goop. It was just so much inside me, all at once...so I screamed.
The tentacles alernated thrusting in and out, one tapping my prostate as the other pulled back nearly to my entrance. It was maddening, never being fully filled or totally empty. Two of the much thinner tentacles slipped in so easily I wouldn't have noticed if they didn't join in the rotation, making it even less time between thrusts. My hips wouldn't stop jerking towards them eagerly.
The tentacle which had been fairly still on my cock started to pump and squeeze, a passable approximation of a handjob. The tip opened and feelers covered my balls, teeming over me in indefinable patterns as I squirmed and panted and tried to decide if I wanted to be free or just wanted to come. I thrashed a little, and the creature lost patience with me, I guess, since the loose grip on my arms became harder than handcuffs, forcing my arms behind my back and restraining them together. The one on my neck tightened in what felt like a warning to behave.
A strangled whimper and I came, but the torment didn't stop. It kept pounding into me and stroking my cock as I cried (incredibly manly tears) at the overstimulation. It felt like ages before I got hard again, and this time a tentacle seemed to swallow me to the root, sucking painfully hard on my cock. My nipples twinged under the renewed attentions of their own suckers, and one of the smaller ones in my ass milked my prostate while the other three stretched me more.
Stars and Stones. There was something bigger than anything yet, and it was not as flexible as the rest: two thin tentacles guided it into my entrance when the rest evacuated. If everything else had been limbs or digits, this had to be a cock: it was thick and solid and it felt like it was tearing me in half, I was so full. The sucker on my cock pulled back and a tiny feeler rubbed sinuously against my slit. I squirmed, gasping uselessly on the tentacle in my mouth as I felt ridges and bumps on the monster cock inside my ass. It kept slipping steadily further in.
It was wider around than my admittedly scrawny biceps. And slowly, excruciatingly slowly, it began to move.
I've never been much for jacking off, but I know to do it pleasantly, you need some lube. To do it angrily, you can make do with some spit, and to do it hatefully and painfully, you just rub yourself raw on your bare hand.
This was the hateful and painful way to have anal sex, except it also felt so damn good I didn't care. The knobs and ridges rubbed in all the right places and the firm head got me right in the prostate every time. The feeler on my cock wormed its way inside me while I was distracted, a sensation I noticed only as the sudden and overwhelming urge to pee combined with the complete inability to fulfill that urge.
I didn't thrash this time, but only because three thick tentacles held my hips in place.
The other feelers from that tentacle were stroking up and down the outside of my cock, pressing together here and there.
I could think only about coming, even though I'd done so once already much more recently than I can usually recover from so fast.
Something warm and wet started running down my legs - I was out of the water still, though the February air felt warmer than it should have. I couldn't see it in the dark - I couldn't turn my head with all the tentacles in my way - but it dripped unpleasantly down my thighs.
The feeler pulled slowly out of my cock and I almost sobbed with relief. Okay, I did sob. The tentacles pulled out one by one until I was hanging by my bound arms. Then I was dropped into the water, which was much colder than I remembered. I floundered for a few seconds before tentacles picked me back up again, one of them brushing my temple...fondly? It seemed that way.
There was the faintest thought in my mind at the touch, I will return to my own people, little wizardling. You have given me much to consider.
OP Here
(Anonymous) 2011-02-10 03:29 am (UTC)(link)In other words, your homework will have to suffer b/c this is written really well! :D
I like the little touches where Harry keeps trying to say that everything he did was "manly" and that the tentacle monster seems to have its own personality.
...Mayor? Is this a reference to Rham?
Looking forward to any other fills you decide to do. :D
Re: OP Here
(Anonymous) 2011-02-10 03:51 am (UTC)(link)--writernon
ps if I do other films, I'll probably de-anon for them. because homg did not think I had shame left, but then here I go writing this oTL
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Tentacle porn! Beautiful, hot, tentacle porn!
The feeler sounding him! Just...yum.
And the fact that the squid had personality...bonus of loveliness.
Homework vs. porn. Porn always wins.
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-10 04:11 am (UTC)(link)I like my Internets like I like my women
In a plastic cup ;D (alternatively, COVERED IN BEEEEEEEES)
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There is never enough tentacle porn. Highfive!
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-10 06:38 am (UTC)(link)I love you a little bit. I love the squid thing more. I love Harry most, in a 'I want to give him a plushy and hot chocolate and tuck him into bed far far away from anything that might conceivably want to have sex with him, because I don't think he can take much more of this the poor woobie' way.
Re: Fic: Something to Think About
(Anonymous) 2011-02-10 06:48 am (UTC)(link)Please no punching ^^;;; I understand how you feel, sometimes I get clotheslined with new kinks as well. And no, the water was not the lube. Especially since the water was Lake Michigan D;
There was a goo. It was a tentacley goo.
And yeah, I kinda wanna not sex Harry up for a few days, either. My Harry!muse could use the time to recover.
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