Mmm... Was she waking up? No, no she wasn't... She could stay in bed all day...
June's peaceful slumber was regrettably coming to an end. She could snuggle with her sheets and blankets all she wanted, but the bright day awaited. She wasn't fully awake though. She seemed happy in her dozy state; a smile was framed between her strewn black hair and cushioning pillow. This was a good moment.
Eventually though, her brain warmed up and forced her to process things. Things like the sunlight trying to push through her eyelids, the whisper of the house's ventilation, and how gosh darn silky and soft her bed felt this morning. It kind of reminded her of...!
Like a bubble popping, her bliss was broken by her brain bringing her to awareness. Her eyes opened, and she moved to pull the covers back from their embrace. There she lay, naked from head to toe, despite never dressing down and never getting in bed. She knew why this time though.
She swung her legs out of bed and got up to run her same investigation from last morning. Her room was tidy, like she expected. Her bathroom made her doubt for a second, as her floor and sink looked pristine. Maybe cleaner than yesterday even? Her closet countered with the laundry basket. Like she half-expected, that was where her pajamas were, all folded and clean. She had expected her underwear to at least be stained or something, but nope: spotless. Which made her ask why even put it in the laundry then... but that was beside the point.
Lastly, she strode over to her phone on her desk. She opened up the gallery app and right there, as the most recent photo, was a piece of floating toilet paper framed by her bathroom door, with a little wet spot in the middle.
That confirmed it, not that she doubted her memory at this point; she was regularly being visited by a monster that came from her closet, sexually stimulated her, and took care of her and the mess afterwards.
...She expected that she would be more shocked at this.
She sat on the edge of her bed closest to her desk, still naked, trying to figure things out. She had no idea where something like that would come from, what it was, or why it would behave the way it did. It didn't make any kind of sense. At the same time, she had enough indication to convince her that it was real; trying to tell herself that she had just had two VERY PARTICULAR dreams and HAPPENED to take care of her clothes and fake a picture in her sleep afterwards seemed more ridiculous.
So... She turned her head to look at her open closet door. It would probably come back tonight too... Last night it had clearly understood her, and even listened to what she had told it to do. She was the one who had slipped. She had gotten so caught up with its shape, smell..., feel..., taste... that she- NOPE! Focus! She shook her head to clear her thoughts, despite them being pleasant.
Clearly, she was influenced by it. So, if she wanted to stay in control, she would have to block out all of those sensations. Maybe she could put socks on top of the heads? That, and tell it to not start dripping out fluid; that was cheating. It had stayed still like she asked, but still!
So... she would have to be ready for it. She wouldn't touch it, she wouldn't smell it, and she wouldn't fall asleep if something still went wrong somehow. Tonight, she would be prepared, and she would have her answers.
-----16 hours later-----
June sat slumped on her bed facing her closet. She scrolled through her phone with her left hand, and sipped from a coffee-filled thermos with her right. She'd been waiting for at least two hours, but it still hadn't shown up. It was 11:47pm now, and the only light was the orange ceiling light and her white phone screen. Her excitement had kind of died by now. She had gotten a bunch of socks to cover the heads of its tentacles, gloves so she wouldn't have to touch it directly, she even found a hospital face mask in case it could emit scent without the fluid. The mask, and some air freshener.
Sadly, all of her supplies lay unused to her right. She guessed that it might come at midnight again for some reason, since that was when it had visited her last night. Until then, she idled the time away. The coffee was actually there to try to keep her awake in case things went wrong again; she wouldn't fall asleep after an orgasm, and maybe she could question it then. She was rather proud of herself for thinking about the situation so matter-of-factly.
But she was beginning to doubt that they would be used that night. Technically they weren't at the opportune time yet, but still; nothing had happened.
June checked the time: 11:56. If it was going to happen anytime, it would happen now. She put down her phone to stare directly at the closet door. Any second now... She waited.
She looked at her supplies, and decided to put on the mask, in case she wouldn't have time when it actually came out. She waited...
It was now or never. It would come out the door, she would tell it to freeze, and make sure she could interrogate it. She waited...
Her brief excitement dwindled again. She checked her phone: it was 12:01am. The monster was a no-show.
She sighed, and set about cleaning up her stuff, putting it all in a drawer. She was sure it was going to show up. As she finished putting things away, she looked at the closet again, half expecting the monster to make its move now that she wasn't prepared. But it stayed closed.
Disappointing... She turned off the light, and got into bed. It wasn't until she had completely settled under the covers that she realized: she had been drinking coffee for the past two hours. She groaned... She'd be lucky to get any sleep at all.
As if on cue, her closet door gave a long creak. Adrenaline joined caffeine in June's system; she immediately sat up and commanded "Freeze!", almost shouting. As if she were addressing the sound directly, the creaking dropped pitch and stopped within a second.
June jumped out of bed and started undoing everything she had just done. A quick flip of the lights showed a pink appendage opening the door from the inside with the handle. The door wasn't even a third open.
She dashed over to her desk and got her stuff out. First the mask, second the socks. She turned back; neither the door or the tentacle opening it had moved in the last 5 seconds.
She donned the mask and carefully walked over, ready for any sudden movement. She pulled the door open all the way, leaving the phallic tentacle hanging there rather awkwardly. The main body of the monster was just stuffed in the closet bottom, over her laundry basket and the floor inside. If there were any other tentacles out at the moment, she couldn't see them.
She was about to put the sock over the tentacle when she realized that her sock might get ruined if it tried to spurt through it. "Don't squirt anything, alright?"
There was no response. "... Nod if you understand."
The one extended tentacle did so. She moved to put the sock over it so she didn't have to look at it. She was careful to not touch it too; she forgot the gloves.
She finished, and stepped back to sit on the bed. She just sat for a bit. She had planned how to stop the monster from having sex with her again (still an odd thing to think about directly), but hadn't planned for what to do afterwards. It was like a pause in a conversation where both people are expected to talk, but don't have anything to say, so they just sit while forced to acknowledge each other's presence.
"... Um... What are you?"
