Earth Tentacle Planet Taken

Earth: Tentacle Breeding Ground - Taken

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Author's Note:

This is a short fan-fic based on the 'Earth: Tentacle Breeding Ground' series by Worldender. I may do more in the future. Maybe. For now, enjoy. And please give Worldender's wonderful and freaky series a read.

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Gabe had plenty of ideas on how the world would end. How he'd spend those last years, months, days, hours even, if he had the opportunity.

That even included alien invasion.

Not once had he considered alien invasion by giant floating jellyfish creatures and swarms of pink tentacles that seemed less inclined towards murder as much as molestation.

At first, he saw people being snatched by the floating creatures, giant, bulbous things with transparent membranes around their tops, like domes, where they stuffed all the people their tentacles, which seemed capable of stretching to impossible lengths to snag their prey, caught, to then drown them in an orange liquid that dissolved their clothes but not their bodies.

Of course, he didn't stick around to see if they were still breathing, but he thought he saw air bubbles. They didn't seem to be in pain.

Once the shapeless tentacles started showing up, he was even less inclined to stick around; they spread this orange shit everywhere, sticky and slimy, and they seemed to propagate rapidly once they started wrapping humans up and fucking them senseless.

He'd seen far more real life hentai in a few hours than he'd ever watched the animated shit in his entire life. He'd seen entire family snatched up, stripped, pinned to walls, and promptly fucked in every hole, every cock, clit, nipple, nipple, and ballsack sucked and milked. Though he could've sworn he saw a kid simply... rendered unconscious and carried away with a strange care.

He wasn't sure of that either, his flight was filled with all sorts of obscene visuals; a man and a woman forced to fuck each other, encased in some orange, crystalline formation as a tentacle passed through the man's ass, somehow through his entire body, out his mouth to plunge into the woman's, right out of her ass, to promptly suck on the man's balls whilst he was made to stuff her pussy, both getting their nipples relentlessly milked.

He saw a woman's head completely engulfed in a small swarm of tentacles that had burst from a window above, and as she desperately tried to claw them off, more stripped her clothes and groped her all over. She soon went limp and started spasming as if in orgasm, her pussy gushing a practical flood.

There was a man, pinned to the ground, squirming and struggling, but his cock was utterly engulfed in multiple tentacles, stroking and pumping their coils up and down, whilst his balls were relentlessly massaged. He cried out in terror and forced pleasure before he was silenced by a pink tendril plugging his mouth. He was made to drink something, and then he went quiet and hazy-faced.

Gabe kept running as far as his skinny legs could take him, of course, never stopping to help anyone, not when he saw a woman snatched just off to his side. He wasn't a selfish man, even if his colleagues thought he could be a bit abrasive, but he was only nineteen years old, what was special about that?

Regardless, there was nothing he could do for her, or for anyone. He was lanky enough even if he was fit from stacking boxes at his job.

Which is where he was now, hiding away in the warehouse he worked at. He tried to call the police, home, friends, family, everyone, anyone, but the lines were either choked and busy or there was no response, a chilling thought.

This invasion must have been widespread, and nowhere was safe. Except maybe out in the country, but how was he going to get out of the city? Those things were everywhere.

He grimaced and pulled tightly on his head, messing his already unkempt blonde hair and burying his face in his knees, which he held to his chest, rocking in fear and despair within the cleaning closet he'd shut himself in.

Besides his phone, all he had were his blue jeans, his grey shirt emblazoned with the logo of a band he liked, and his white joggers.

His wallet was lost in the initial panic, fleeing whilst he was in the middle of buying coffee, and dropping his wallet without thinking.

He wasn't sure what good it'd do him now.

He felt tears well up in his pale brown eyes, a choked sob escaping him.

"What am I gonna do, what am I gonna do, what am I gonna do?" he quietly chanted to himself.

He had to get out of here, but where the fuck was safe? Those things seemed to emerge everywhere, they seemed invulnerable to most weapons and forms of damage, at best inconveniencing them and slowing them down, and making them respond with greater aggression.

He pulled his face out of his knees, and looked down at his phone screen, turned off, so all he saw was the reflection of his face from the dim light in the closet, squirrelly, but handsome and cute according to two different girls, respectively.

It was messy with tears, and his eyes were red, and he looked neither handsome nor cute.

But it did seem to flip a switch in him.

He couldn't stay in this closet forever. Breaking down wasn't gonna help him, and hiding until he starved wasn't a good thing to look forward to.

He knew he had to try. His chances were slim, but he'd rather a fleeting hope than no hope at all.

So, he calmed his breathing, inhaled deeply, and sighed out slowly.

"Alright, Gabe. You got this."

He stood up, and exited the closet, creeping quietly away through the nearby shelves.

Outside, he could hear sirens still, shouts, and screams, and the uncomfortable inclusion of faint moans and cries of ecstasy. But the din of panic was getting softer, further away, and that did not fill him with much comfort.

The lights in the warehouse were off, but the transparent roof panels and skylights allowed plentiful light... but unfortunately allowed ominous shadows to pass overhead, Gabe not daring to peer up from behind cover to see what it was whenever a shadow did darken the warehouse interior.

He crept along, looking in every direction he could for potential danger, formulating a plan; he'd try and sneak out of the city if he could. Maybe get a car. Though that seemed like it'd attract unwanted attention.

Maybe a weapon to at least defend himself and buy time... and to ward off other humans. Some would be quick to choose violence in a crisis once order broke down.

If he got to the country, maybe then he could try and find other survivors. He thought about checking in on his family, but he quashed that idea; as much pain as it brought him, as much guilt and shame, he knew that there wasn't much hope in getting to them. He had to focus on his own survival until a later time.

He started to curse how large this warehouse was. He always hated it because it meant walking everywhere, but bitching about the job was how one stayed in a job. It was therapeutic.

Now he just wanted out, to feel like he was making progress.

A sudden rattle snapped him out of his thoughts, and his pale skin prickled. His blood chilled, and he slowly turned towards the source.

At the far end of the section of the warehouse he was in, he saw several tentacles slithering across the ground, leaving behind trails of that orange crap. It smelled oddly sweet and enticing, and several times during his escape here, Gabe felt compelled to cover his mouth, to get the strange feelings out of his head. It was some narcotic substance, that he was sure of. It did things to peoples' brains.

The tentacles occasionally rose off the floor, probing around the shelves, groping and touching everything as they searched, bumping into cans and boxes and whatever else.

Gabe covered his mouth to hold his breath and went still, watching for where they were going.

Suddenly, there was a clatter in another section of the warehouse, accessible through the roller doors that connected the various sections through the dividing walls.

The tentacles suddenly reared up, and raced towards the noise. Moments later, there was a crash, and a woman's scream, which was swiftly silenced.

A pit formed in Gabe's stomach, trying not to think what was happening to her... lest his cock start stirring.

As horrific as the scenes he saw before were, his dick didn't seem to mind as much, a tingle coursing through it.

He did his best to keep it under wraps. He was like any horny teenager and barely legal adult male, but what was happening was beyond terrible.

He practically tiptoed as he continued, sometimes hearing faint squelching and muffled groans, but he paid no attention to that. Just on getting out.

He knew the warehouse well, and was creeping through the heavier, larger product, hoping it would conceal him better, but it also made it harder to check his surroundings.

Which meant, when he turned a corner, he came face to slime with a mess of twitching, twisting tentacles, searching for prey.

He stifled a scream, and went still, covering his mouth and holding his breath. They were getting closer, and he could smell the sweet aroma through his hand.

He was about to break into a blind panic and run, the tentacles just inches from brushing him, seemingly growing more aware of the presence of potential prey, when another rattle caught their attention, the tentacles diverting down another aisle.

A quick glance revealed that it was just another set of tentacles that'd bumped into something... but it was a small revelation.

They were blind. They couldn't see. Maybe they could smell, but they could definitely hear.

He looked around, and with luck, spied an empty soda can.

For once, Julia's slovenly disregard for trashing her drink cans and leaving them everywhere was the best blessing anyone could've hoped for.

He idly wondered if that scream was from her... he decided not to think further.

He carefully scooped it up, doing his best to be as quiet as possible, before tossing it away from the tentacles, and away from his chosen route.

The can clattered with exacerbated noise, thanks to the random acoustics of the warehouse.

The tentacles immediately lunged for the source of the noise, loud crashing following as they shoved aside various boxes and crates.

It was good noise for Gabe, who used it to quickly continue onward, hoping the sound of his footsteps was masked.

He left the tentacles behind, and found what he was after; one of the various emergency exits on this side of the warehouse.

He wouldn't be out of danger once outside, but one thing at a time, he thought.

Gabe approached the door, and slowly pushed on the latch bar.

There was immediate resistance, and as soon as it cracked open, he spied more of that orange goopy crap the aliens were leaving everywhere. It was like a glue, sticking the door fast. He probably could've forced it open, but he was worried about noise.

He grimaced, and started to feel a bit of panic rising within him, but he did his best to compose himself. There were other doors, he could check them. He just had to be quiet.

He turned around and stepped away from the door... and immediately kicked an empty drink can that went skittering across the floor noisily.

All his hairs stood on end, and sure enough, he saw tentacles racing towards the noise... and seemingly, focused on him.

Goddamnit, Julia!

He made a break for it, and pounded across the floor.

He ducked underneath a tentacle that tried to wrap around his neck, and leapt over another trying to ensnare his ankles.

He made a turn between two shelves, desperate to outrun and outmanoeuvre his wriggly, slimy pursuers.

But there was nothing more manoeuvrable and slippery than a literal tentacle.

As he passed through an intersection, he felt his ankle grabbed.

He screamed as he felt forward, but he had no chance to hit the concrete, as tentacles attacked from all directions, even descending from above over the shelves and through them, converging on the intersection and wrapping around his limbs, arresting his fall.

He screamed and struggled, trying to kick at the slimy limbs, but his shoes simply scraped harmlessly along their gooey sides, turning him around until he was facing upward.

They were swift, their pink masses writhing all around him, holding him off the ground. He screamed and struggled, but they held his limbs wide, as more started coiling around his body, slithering beneath his clothes uncomfortably, bulging out the garments, especially his tighter jeans.

His shoes and socks were removed, and smaller tendrils started weaving between his toes in freaky perversion, making him gasp and shiver.

They coated him in their warm, slimy secretions, and it wasn't long before he felt two tentacles among the several that had crawled beneath his shirt to start teasing his nipples, which hardened immediately.

They swirled around the nubs, slicking up the darker discs around them, and making Gabe whine in forced stimulation.

A tentacle was quick to wrap around his balls, tugging and stroking on his jewels in a manner that caused the tentacle to slide off repeatedly, utterly slicking his sack. Whilst another wrapped around his cock, hardening in response despite his attempts to will it down.

A tentacle emerged from his shirt, and wrapped around his neck, then around his jawline, the back of his head, and across his cheek before sliding over his lips, and further up until it had ensnared his skull.

He tried to sputter and spit the slime out, but he couldn't stop it gracing his tongue... it was a strange, utterly delicious taste that seemed just as enticing as the aroma that now surrounded him.

He felt a tentacle slide wetly over his perineum, and between his ass cheeks, wiggling side to side in seemingly deliberate eroticism, rubbing to his pucker, ignoring the barely trimmed bush down south. The tentacle trailed along his spine, earning reflexive twitches... whilst another squeezed beneath it to start circling a tip at his pucker, much to his dismay; he did

not

swing that way.

But it was growing more apparent he had no choice... and watched with horror as his clothes exploded, including his underwear.

He was naked now, at the mercy of these pink monsters. They crawled all over his body, and he watched with muffled grunts of terror as their tips seemed to change and shift, their mass seemingly changeable, not fixed to any one form.

They flattened and broadened, and started stroking him all over, like dozens of tongues now licking him, tasting him, teasing him.

He whined, and arched his back, but the tentacles fought back and held him in place. The tentacles to his nipples changed too, and also started licking, joined by other gooey 'tongues'.

His cock, now fully erect and happy to receive more molestation, was bathed in orange slime by tentacles that felt like tongues, tasting every square inch; his glans were caressed with swirling touches, his balls were licked mercilessly, he felt the edge of his corona traced, and just beneath it afterwards. Another tendril licked his frenulum, up and down, left and right, and in circular motions.

A tonguetacle lapped at his perineum, and of course, his pucker was not left out.

He whined and struggled, gasping into the tentacle that covered his mouth as he was subjected to this torment. But gasping only got more of that sweet ooze into his mouth, and his head was starting to feel strange. His skin tingled all over, and a hot arousal was starting to fill him from head to toe.

He'd always heard aphrodisiacs were bullshit, and there weren't any

real

such substances, but this orange goopy shit was doing just that.

Several tongue tentacles coiled around his shaft and started stroking, whilst his balls were caged in the grasp of several more, which tugged and slimed all around his jewels with a lecherous attention.

The longer he was subjected to this attention, the more sensitive all of his erogenous zones became, his nipples proving especially sensitive.

He could feel a pressure beginning to build inside of him... he wasn't exactly pent up, he wanked plenty enough, but this was pleasure beyond his wildest dreams.

He whined, the pitiable moans he released shameful to him, but the tentacles didn't care. They wanted him to cum, the clear fluid that leaked from his tip not satisfactory for them... though they smeared it across his length readily enough.

The slimy, slippery din around him was obscene and hard to ignore, especially when he felt wayward tentacles tease his ears with a slippery caress.

His body started to twitch, his hips started to thrust involuntarily... and then, he came, moaning boyishly into the tentacle over his mouth. His hips bucked with each shot he made, and what an ejaculation it was; the first spurts reached high into the air before falling down onto his body, quickly lapped and gathered up by the many tentacles that crawled around him. The rest were forced to spatter around his cock as several tendrils enveloped his mast and ensured nothing was wasted. He watched through hazy eyes as his white essence was seemingly absorbed into the gooey, pink mass of the tentacles.

They then shifted back to their normal appearances with a quick ripple, and promptly wrapped tight around him.

He continued to struggle, but it was still hopeless fighting against the tentacles, their grip unyielding despite their squishy, slimy surfaces, constantly slipping around him.

And after one intense climax, Gabe was starting to feel the fatigue.

Of course, the tentacles seemed far too eager to continue, and Gabe yelped when he felt his balls firmly tugged. Not painfully, but enough it really got his attention

Then, he watched as several tentacles descended towards his cock, and his nipples. He watched in fear as tiny cilia emerged from the tips of these tendrils, stretching from the amorphous pink mass of the tentacles.

As soon as they made contact with his nipples and glans, he jumped in his bondage, whining as they began to crawl, swirl, wiggle, and flicker across his sensitive points.

They were no thicker than several hairs, but that acute touch was hellish with so many writhing across these points at once.

His bellend was tormented, several cilia crawling and tracing chaotic lines across his swollen glans, individual tendrils tracing the underside of his corona, along its edges, and even along the curves at the back where they flanked the frenulum. Some even teased just inside his urethra, not going much further, but not needing to.

Similar cilia-covered tentacles descended upon his balls, the tiny tendrils tickling and wrapping up his jewels and using their thin dexterity to trace along the natural wrinkles.

They were able to snake through his bush with little effort, but he got the sense the tentacles did not like pubic hair, an annoying impediment. It wasn't like he had much, he wasn't that hairy.

He still felt tentacles caressing and teasing his jewels, tiny cilia traipsing across his perineum, and naturally, one tentacle unleashed its dozens of living pink hairs upon his anus, swirling and dancing around the pucker, each doing individual routines that blended into a blur of stimulation.

Gabe was already whining and tugging and pulling back in reflex from this. So naturally, when all these cilia began to vibrate, his eyes shot open, and a silent scream was released into the tentacle that still covered his mouth.

He began to writhe, thrashing wildly, but it did not shake off the touch of these devilish cilia, his silent cry turning into a strained, harsh moan, tears starting to well up in his eyes.