WARNING: This is a satire on Tentacle Porn. What is described is a fantasy with a mythical creature. Do not attempt to duplicate this in your fish-tank.
Copyright Oggbashan January 2004
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
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Anne-Marie walked over to the glass side of the seawater tank and watched her favourite inmate, Arnold the giant squid. He swam to the window and his huge eye stared unwinkingly at her.
Three months ago he had been tangled in a deep-sea trawler's net. Anne-Marie had been on board studying the marine life that was accidentally trapped in the trawl with the commercial fish the crew wanted.
It had been her third voyage with the same crew. By that voyage they knew that unless they could live in the sea Anne-Marie wasn't interested. The marine biologist had made her preference for aquatic life clear with a kick in the balls if words hadn't got the message across clearly enough. The crew treated her with the respect they would have for a large shark – a nice specimen to look at but don't get too close.
The captain had been about to declare the voyage complete after this last trawl. Some dirty weather was on the way and he wanted to unload his catch and be in harbour before the sea became too unfriendly. Then the giant squid got in the way of the trawl. When he was hauled on deck he had damaged the equipment beyond repair at sea and was injured himself. The crew would have dumped him overboard but Anne-Marie pleaded with the captain. Her offer of hard cash for Arnold clinched the argument.
A tank was flooded with seawater and Arnold was lowered into it still tangled with the trawl. Anne-Marie in a figure hugging wetsuit entered the tank to a serenade of admiring whistles from the crew. She cut much of the tangle surrounding Arnold and the crew dolefully lifted the remains of their equipment from the tank.
Anne-Marie couldn't untangle Arnold completely, as the sea became too rough for her to remain in the tank. Once they had reached port and unloaded the catch the trawler eased its way across the harbour to the Marine Institute. A radio message from Anne-Marie had arranged for Arnold's reception. Some irritated sharks had been displaced to a smaller tank to give Arnold the largest one.
A mobile crane lowered a massive bucket into the sea beside the trawler. The trawler's winch and A frame lifted the giant squid in a rope cradle and lowered him into the bucket that was just awash. The mobile crane lifted the bucket and Arnold over the dockside and through the sliding roof of the Institute to lower the giant squid into his temporary home.
The intention had been to retrieve the rope cradle but Arnold wrapped his tentacles around it like a small child clinging to its favourite teddy bear. They left the cradle to be removed later.
For the first few days Arnold lay quiescent, scarcely moving. Anne-Marie entered the tank frequently to disentangle the remaining shreds of the trawler's equipment from Arnold. Two divers were with her at all times to ensure her safety. The waste of manpower had annoyed her but the Institute's Director insisted on their presence.
Eventually the rope cradle was the last item to be removed. Anne-Marie attached a rope to the lifting eyes and edged the cradle away. Arnold opened a large eye. A tentacle moved slowly then grabbed the cradle pulling it towards him. Anne-Marie was enveloped in the netting and dragged with it towards Arnold. The safety divers reacted promptly, slashing at the netting with their knives to release Anne-Marie. She surfaced spluttering because her air hose had been displaced.
The damaged netting was left. The Institute would pay for its replacement. Arnold could keep it now that it was useless. Anne-Marie was told firmly that she must not enter the tank unless accompanied by the divers.
That had been three months ago. Now Arnold the squid had recovered from his injuries and would swim across the tank with waving tentacles. The tentacles were up to eighteen feet long and his body was about twelve feet. Inside his tentacles a wicked parrot beak could open to a three or four foot gape. It snapped viciously at Arnold's food.
Anne-Marie had aroused her colleagues' derision by her insistence that she could communicate with Arnold. She would hang over the edge of the tank and wave her arms in the water. Arnold would flutter his tentacles and move one to her so that she could stroke it. The tentacle's tip would wrap itself around a bare arm without sticking and quiver on her skin. From time to time the tip would reach up to touch her face. When her colleague Jean-Paul had seen a tentacle wrapped around Anne-Marie's neck with the tip caressing her lips he had reported what he had seen to the Director. The Director commanded her not to be so foolish with a wild creature. Anne-Marie was annoyed with Jean-Paul. She thought had acted out of jealousy because she had rejected several of his requests for a date.
Now Anne-Marie was only allowed to approach the open top of the tank with another biologist present. She considered this an insult and intended to disobey the order again tonight. She was frustrated that the real proof of her communication with the giant squid was one that she couldn't share with her fellow biologists.
Almost every evening after all the scientists had left and the security staff were patrolling the Institute's perimeter Anne-Marie would visit Arnold before she went home. She would sit on the side of his tank dangling her bare legs in the water. That signal was one that Arnold always understood. A tentacle would approach her, feel her leg to check that it was bare, and then two other tentacles would follow the first.
Arnold would wrap two tentacles round her ankles and ease Anne-Marie's legs apart. The third tentacle would slither up her skirt, between her legs, brushing the inside of her thighs, before its tip would penetrate her. As the weeks passed Arnold inserted more and more of that tentacle into Anne-Marie. So far all the tentacle had done was arouse her, as her male colleagues could not.
Anne-Marie had been grasping the tentacle for the last few days and moving it backward and forward to convey the instruction that she wanted the giant squid to mimic a man thrusting and withdrawing. Last night Arnold had made the first response, entering her once, retracting the tentacle slightly and then thrusting again. Tonight she hoped he would repeat that and perhaps do it twice instead of once.
Anne-Marie removed her tights and her panties and rolled them before placing them in her handbag. She switched off the office lights and walked to Arnold's tank. She placed her handbag on the floor and climbed to the lip of the tank before lowering her bare legs in the water and wriggling her toes.
