Cold-blooded [MF] [tentacles]

It’s sharp, black, little legs carefully traversed the white tiled floor. I always liked to consider how out of it’s element it must be, a small 8-legged creature in a human’s world. They’re really quite interesting, their legs are powered by hydraulics you know? Practically alien little creatures.

 

“Oh shit bro, a spider!” A fellow student passing by my desk said.

 

*STOMP.* And now it’s dead. Half it’s corpse on some kid’s shoe, half on the shiny laminate tile of the biology lab.

 

The thought of that spider stayed with me for a while as I walked across campus to calculus II, avoiding the patches of ice around campus. What was waiting for me was a much cuter curiosity, another living being clearly out of her element, a classmate wearing an over-sized coat, ear muffs and dark blue jeans tucked into her wool socks.

 

It had been half a semester of sitting one row to the right and one desk behind this girl, and she had never spoken, seemingly never done anything. She didn’t even take notes, which is pretty ballsy for Calc II. Not even I’m that irresponsible.

 

“Alright, so, the group project on the limits of infinite series is due next week. Make sure to be in a group of at least two.” The professor said.

 

Of course, being something of a loner, I hadn’t talked much either. It didn’t come as a surprise that no one asked me if I wanted to be in a group with them, and I didn’t want to ask an already existing group if I could join. But, just like that, the class was dismissed, and I was one of the only two without a group. The other being the small, blonde-haired girl in a large coat. Anxiety turns into an opportunity! I caught up to her after we had both left the building.

 

“Hey so uh, looks like we both need a partner for the group project in Calc II.” I said, walking along side her. The wind was heavy and swept all the heat away from my face. She briefly looked over her shoulder to confirm that I am indeed talking to her, and even as I walked beside her, she said nothing. Her eyes were dark blue and piercing. Gave me nothing but total silence. It was just us, walking over a bridge on the outskirts of campus.

 

“I mean, she said we need to be in groups of two at least, and we’re the only two without a group so…” *Complete silence.*

 

“I mean, uhm, uh…” I stammered.

 

“Just leave me alone!” She shouted, and turned to push me away. She pushed me really hard, and I stumbled away from her toward the railing. Just as I was trying to recover, my shoes slipped across the ice, and my momentum pushed me into and over the railing – I flipped over, tumbling over the concrete below, heading head-first to a collision. My dreams, my family, all gone under a concrete bridge.

 

Until they weren’t. I felt a sudden deceleration as something wrapped around my torso, and I was pulled all the way back up to the bridge, still screaming I think, and landed right next to her. I had no idea what happened or how it was possible. But I knew she was involved with it somehow. I turned away from the railing towards her.

 

“How the fuck, how did you…?” I said, totally dumbstruck. I saw nothing but pure anger and disgust on her face, clenched fists in her wool gloves.

 

“Ugh!” She threw her hands up in the air. “Follow me.”

 

“What-” I started to say, still frozen in place.

 

“Just do what I say!” She yelled. She had quite the voice for a short girl.

 

So I followed her, further out of campus to neighborhood of small, cheap houses, most of which looked to be for rent. We kept stepping through the snow on the un-shoveled sidewalk. I held my tongue, as seemingly everything I had said so far just made her angry. As we walked, I noticed how despite seemingly dressed the warmest a person could be, she shivered and held herself whenever the wind acted up. I felt bad, especially given my usual habit of *insisting* that all I need is a jacket in the middle of winter.

 

We finally arrived at her place. It was an old house, with a strikingly un-kept exterior, with mold growing on the siding and a decaying roof, on top of which an old rusty radio antenna sat. The mailbox hung open as if it had never been used.

 

I followed her inside and found that although the place was relatively clean, it was strangely cold and dark, with hardly any lights, which she didn’t bother to turn on. Perhaps they’re not even working. She paused in the entry way, fumbling with the buttons on her over-sized coat. In contrast, my dorm room seemed lavish.

 

“So you’re probably wondering what happened?” She said, not even looking at me. “Well I’m not telling you yet, because I’m fucking cold, and I need a hot bath.”

 

“Okay, I guess I can just chill on the couch over there.” I said. She didn’t say anything back to me.

 

I sat down and not a minute later something else had gone wrong.

 

“Ughhh!” I heard a hard crash coming from the bathroom. I got quickly and rushed over to the bathroom to find her sitting on the tiled floor, with a hole in the wall above her head.

 

“The hot water isn’t working.” She started to cry. “I just wanted to take a hot bath for fuck’s sake.”

 

You know how it is. I can’t just ignore that. I walked over the bathtub and turned the cold water on, made sure the drain was plugged, and walked back towards her kitchen.

 

There I found two pots in a cabinet. They were dusty, so I gave them a wash, filled them with water, and placed each on it’s own burner. I found a similarly old oven mitt to carry them with. When they reached a boiling point, I took hold of one and carefully carried it to the tub and poured it in as she simply watched, still sitting on the floor.

 

I came back with the second pot to find that she had already stripped and gotten in, and it made me pause suddenly enough to almost splash boiling water on myself. But despite my misgivings about walking in on her like that, it seemed she didn’t even care. Her eyes were shut and she was laying on her back, and pulled her legs toward her as I poured the second pot in. She was pale, really really pale. The bathroom was relatively dark, with only some bright light reflecting off the snow and through the curtains on the window directly opposite to the tub.

 

“Is it warm enough? The water will dilute the heat quite bit.” I said.

 

“It… could be warmer.” She said. Her voice had eased up quite a bit. It was… softer, more kind now.

 

I prepared another two pots of boiling water. When I had finished pouring them in, she spoke up again. “Sit down, over there.”

 

“You mean where you punched a hole in the wall?” I asked.

 

“Where I punched a hole in the wall.” She said. “I suppose I owe you an explanation, but besides that I know you’ll only keep asking about it. I’ll tell you, but you have to promise not to freak out. Seriously.” She raised herself out of the bathtub, which gave me a bit of anxiety, as she was just letting me see her naked body.

 

“This is how I grabbed you.” She said, turning around.

 

From two points on opposite sides of her back, her skin bulged and extended, and before me, to my jaw-dropping shock, tentacles the color of human skin formed, and waved around in the air. One of the tentacles reached out and poked at my shoulder.

 

“Hey, don’t freak.” She started.

 

I sat there in total silence. Not freaking out, definitely not freaking out, at least not visibly. I felt everything from terror to wonder, how was such a thing even possible? I guess it saved my life but… it’s a tad bit discomforting.

 

“Now you’ve got your explanation. Now get me more hot water.” She lowered herself back into the tub. I figured I better do what she said for my own good.

 

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“So I’m guessing you’re cold-blooded, am I right?” I said, pouring another pot of boiling water into the tub. As I poured the water in, her arms, legs, and other appendages extended out and writhed in the water, seemingly enjoying the fresh heat it provided.

 

“Cold-blooded?” She asked, with her eyes closed.

 

“Warm-blooded creatures make their own body heat, cold-blooded ones have to rely on their environment. They get cold easily.” She didn’t say anything. “You’re amazing you know? I mean, the things science could learn-” I said, but stopped when I noticed this had a visible… effect on her.

 

She sighed, and tilted her head back. She didn’t have to say anything. I remembered the spider. It would have been lived if it stayed in the corner, where no one would notice it.

 

“I’m sorry.” I said. She glanced at me.

 

“It’s fine. You understand right? You can’t tell anyone.”

 

“I understand.” The light outside had now become a pale, dim blue, which left the bathroom mostly dark.

 

“Well, it’s getting late. I might have to get going soon.”

 

“But… the water will get cold.” She said, in what seemed to be a deliberately soft voice. It was cute, I’ll give her that.

 

“Well, you’ll just have to get more hot water yourself.” I said.

 

“But that means I have to get out of the water and be cold.” She said. She was putting on

 

“Don’t you have a space heater or something?”

 

“Space heater?” She asked.

 

“How the fuck do you not-” I sighed. “Nevermind. If I heat the water up enough, it’ll heat you up and if you get in bed quickly, I can pile covers on you. That should keep the heat in for a while and you can sleep.”

 

“Okay.” She said. I knew it was a cute act she was putting on, but I couldn’t help but become entranced by it.

 

After several quick pours of hot water, much to her body’s apparent writhing delight, I laid a towel across the center of the bed, and as expected I found plenty of blankets. The problem with blankets is that they mostly keep heat in, which of course if your body doesn’t generate, you eventually run out of regardless. It doesn’t help cold-blooded creatures that much, unless they start out with a surplus of heat.

 

As I prepared her bed, I kept thinking about her ‘ability’. Biologically speaking, that’s no mutation. Mutations work in nearly imperceptible steps, not to mention the fact the human physiology just isn’t designed to handle that. She looks human enough but, my guess is that there’s some extra bits of DNA in her. The sheer scale of difference is indicative of some kind of unfathomable science and unknown technology, but I haven’t really asked who she is or where she comes from or what she knows about it.

 

She knows enough to understand it might be dangerous for people to know, which is a good start I suppose. Of course, I have to wonder if even knowing her secret is going to be dangerous for me too. It might be best for me to cut ties as soon as possible. I made my way back to the bathroom with a spare blanket.

 

“Okay, come on. I got to get going to I can sleep too.” I said, holding a blanket. She reluctantly stepped out of the tub. I tried to avert my eyes, but she didn’t seem to care all that much. She’s not just different in body, there is something different about her mind, her experiences. She quickly dried herself off with the blanket and plopped down on the bed, I laid each cover on her one at a time.

 

“Alright, I’m gonna get going now.” I said. She turned on her side towards me and her bedroom door, with only her eyes and blonde hair above the blankets.

 

“How long will the heat last?” She asked.

 

“I, uh, don’t know actually. This is the best I can do for you, for now. Anyway-” I said, shifting my backpack, ready to get back to my dorm after a long night being a water boy.

 

“So, I’m cold blooded. And you’re warm blooded. You make heat.” She said, pointing at me.

 

“Yeah, that’s right. You know I really have to-”

 

Suddenly from beneath the covers her tentacles reached out and grabbed me, pulling me with unthinkable force and speed into her bed. They reached around the straps of my backpack, pulled it off and casually whipped it across the room. She positioned me with my back facing her, and wrapped both her arms and her appendages around me.

 

They were surprisingly soft. It wasn’t muscle or bone, just soft tissue. They stretched around me and my clothes, tightening their grip. I knew that there was no getting out of this. What am I supposed to do? Leave her to be cold and miserable? What am I, going to try to fight a practical super-human?

 

“You’re really warm…” Was all she said, in a muted but upbeat voice.

 

She figured out pretty quick that my clothes weren’t as good at transferring heat as skin to skin contact, before long her many tentacles were reaching into my shirt. I’m not gonna lie, the feeling of the skin was exactly the heavenly feeling that one might experience being close with anyone. The soft, smooth, close feeling. Except in this case, it was wrapping around me, trailing along the surface of my body. I could feel them exploring, conquering territory.

 

She ran into difficulty when she couldn’t slip under my belt. Seemingly no amount of surface area would satisfy her lust for heat, and her hands moved down to undo my belt before slipping my jeans right off me and again tossing them across the room carelessly.

 

With more of my skin exposed they trailed and spiraled around my thighs, I thanked god I wasn’t ticklish, because it was a heavenly feeling. But a pit of anxiety was forming, because I knew she wasn’t about to stop outside of my boxers. And I was right.

 

They too were slipped off, along with my shirt. So much flesh now surged around me, pulsating and convulsing, seemingly never satisfied with it’s new found heat source. One wrapped itself around my neck, quite excitedly enjoying how it was just a bit hotter than the rest of me.

 

“So hot…” She said as her breathing got faster and harsher.

 

Something new was happening, which judging by sudden halt in movement, came as a surprise to her too. I could feel the pulsating getting stronger in the length of each tentacle that stretched around me, until I felt a lukewarm fluid leaking out of the one wrapped around my neck. This was a temporary surprise to her – but something in her seemed to accept it, in a way. I was getting scared.

 

More of them seemed to leak from the tip, I felt it spreading. It was slippery and stuck to my flesh, gradually lubing my entire body up as the tentacles continued to deliberately spread it around. One weaved it’s way down and slipped between my thighs, before vigorously pulsing, rubbing, pumping, noting just how much hotter it was between them directly under my cock and balls. The sensation made me squirm.

 

This stimulation did not go noticed by the lower parts of my brain. My body was being treated to an oiled massage, with limbs squeezing and sliding over seemingly every part of me, gliding through and conforming to every contour and cranny. I could hear a soft ‘Mmm’-ing, from her. She seemed to take pleasure in the ample skin-to-skin contact.

 

My anxiety turned from a pit into a chasm when I felt it. Please don’t. Please don’t do that. I could feel the tip of one trace along my mouth, seemingly she had noticed my hot breath, and with little thought it slipped into my mouth, coaxing and exploring my tongue.

 

I felt a tingling feeling as her curiosity intensified. Okay, you can have my mouth, but not there. No, no, no. Please not there. Even if I had voiced my concern, I doubt she would’ve listened. Something in her was lusting after ever hotter degrees, something that compelled her just like what compelled me to talk to her after class in the first place.

 

It slipped in, with a sharp pain and a stretching feeling, causing me to gasp and my body to contort around it. It raced upward, winding it’s way through me, giving me the unsettling feeling of being filled up. Her breath shuddered from the heat inside, the tentacle twisting around and pulsing inside.

 

“You get warmer when I touch it.” She said, in a hushed and rushed tone. A tentacle wrapped it way around my balls and another wrapped around the shaft, coating it with lube. “Your heart beats faster.” She began to stroke it, and starved for attention it couldn’t help but betray me and enjoy it among the mix of sensations inside and around my body.

 

I heard what could only be described as quiet but haunting girlish laughter. I was met with unfathomable pleasure when she brought the tip of one of her appendages to the tip of mine, it’s orifice leaking copious amounts of lube, it pushed against me and it’s hole spread, taking me inside and down to the base with a splatter of lubricant flying out. I gasped and moaned as it began to fuck me, it’s meaty soft tunnel pounded down again and again, speeding up until the bed began to shake.

 

My moans exploded, my body contracted, all of the feelings, inside and out, building up and forcing me to release and cum inside her eagerly awaiting tentacle. It tightened around and convulsed, milking the cum out of me. Her limbs wrapped all around me squeezed hard, letting loose a torrent of slippery lubricant inside and out.

 

As the convulsing and pumping subsided, I felt like I was floating in a slippery prison of flesh. Her tentacles surrounded me, encapsulating all of my body. Tired and finally in stillness I began to drift off to sleep along with her, despite the terrifying strength of her grasp and the continuing violation of my insides. I could only hope I was still alive come the next morning.

 

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