Specimen 69
#1 of 1000 Word Sketch Stories
Made a New Years resolution to stop wasting my life and apparently that means writing furry porn for the Internet! Trying to write short ~1000 word stories based on prompts/ideas to practice. Prompt here was:
"Prompt: a biologist is studying a newly discovered species of tentacle colony, but soon finds she can't resist the urge to break protocol and "experiment" on a more in-depth level."
If you have an idea you'd like to see around 1000 words written for with about this level of quality, feel free to pitch it in the comments or PM me if you don't want others to see it. Hope everybody has a good 2017!
"AHHH! YES, MORE, MMPHH!" the orgasming vixen was suddenly cut off as a thick purple tentacle crammed itself down her throat. More tentacles emerged from the glass tank and joined the ones already thrusting into her pussy and ass. Her back arched in climax and her body spasmed, the other tentacles wrapped around her limbs and breasts barely holding her in place. Another tentacle forced its way into her already overstuffed vagina, spraying feminine juices and purple goo outward
The fluids hitting the screen snapped Dr. Alisa out of her wide-eyed staring at the footage.
As the amber tabby cat came back to reality she realized she had no idea how long she had zoned out for, completely entranced by seeing a fellow biologist abused by a mysterious new specimen. Well, maybe "abused" wasn't quite the right word since she had seen the vixen purposefully open the glass tank and beg the thing to ravage her. 'At least she got what she wanted' Alisa thought as the security footage continued to show the vixen in the throes of pleasure with even more tentacles joining in. Apparently none of that phased the old gray badger reading the reports on the specimen as the footage played behind him.
"...and on date 3416.3031 in log entry number A263 the crew onsite reported an unidentified noise they approximated to be at a vector of fifteen degrees an unknown distance from the site..." the stodgy old badger droned on from across the desk, all the while the vixen's muffled screams of pleasure getting louder and more frequent in the background.
'Focus! Focus!' Alisa tried to command herself to pay attention to the badger's boring exposition instead of what was basically a pornographic film playing out on the monitor. Even though Alisa could clearly see the vixen's hips thrusting against the tentacles jack-hammering in and out of her while her eyes rolled back into her head and she tried to shriek at the top of her lungs...
"So Dr. Alisa, do you think you could be our new resident experimental research biologist?"
"YES! I mean, yes" Alisa responded, snapping out of her trance again. After all, the hours were good and she needed the money. Those were the only reasons why she was taking the job, right?
The florescent lights of the lab hummed constantly for the tenth day in a row above Alisa's head. For the ninth day in a row she spent more time counting ceiling tiles than she did "researching" the purple blob in the glass tank. Since any kind of interaction with it at all was forbidden research consisted solely of staring at it not moving or changing in any way. The ceiling tiles were more interesting - at least the lights flickered once in a while!
She sighed and glanced at the motionless purple slime. Far from the energetic tentacle monster she had seen in the security footage, for the past ten days it had just been a gumdrop shaped blob covered with finger sized pseudo-pods. Alisa thought it seemed kind of sad even the way its would-be tentacles drooped down. Was it possible to feel sorry for for a slimeball?
For the lack of anything better to do, she activated the log recording device on her lab coat and paced around the glass tank. "Entry start. Dr. Alisa speaking. Tenth day under observation and the specimen remains entirely unresponsive. No changes from last entry"
She leaned over to take a closer look at the tank for the hundredth time. Other than the labels on the outside of the tank - "Specimen 69," "Hermetically Sealed," "Do Not Tap On Glass" - the organism sat there along and dejected.
"Aww, poor guy" she said. "It must be lonely in there, huh?"
Her mind went back to the footage of the vixen. The vixen that was cumming her brains out more intensely than anyone Alisa had ever seen. The cat had experimented a lot in college, and not all of them were science experiments, but she had never seen a girl cry out so loudly, or thrust her hips so fiercely, or curl her toes so strongly, or the dozen other things she vividly remember from the video. 'Well, it's not like any research is getting done by just staring at this thing' she thought.
And then Alisa opened the tank.
Immediately a tentacle swelled to hundreds of times it size and shot out of the opening, smacking her in the chest. She gasped but it turned into a pleasured moan. A hundred sparks of pleasure shot through her body everywhere the tentacle touched. She didn't even notice the purple tentacle goo dissolving her bra because her mind was consumed with getting more of that feeling. The tentacle started pumping up and down against her chest and she pushed both her breasts against it, titfucking it to get more of that warmth and pleasure spreading through her body.
"SO GOOD~" she moaned as a dozen more tentacles shot out. They wrapped around her arms and legs so she wouldn't be able to escape, though escape was the furthest thing from her mind. By the time tentacles wrapped around her torso and lifted her into the air her lab coat had practically completely disintegrated. Reduced to wearing only panties soaked in orgasmic juices, her body writhed in pleasure in the air as the warmth consumed her.
Whatever part of Alisa's mind that could still think couldn't believe she could feel this good. Her back arched in climax and she cried out in orgasm, but instead of coming down the feelings just got more intense afterward. The warmth across her body was becoming a burning. All of her nerves were ablaze with pleasure and the only parts of her brain that weren't overwhelmed with the intense feelings were crying out for more. That's when she felt a tentacle prod against her pussy.
"YES! YES! GIVE IT TO ME!"
Just the prod was enough to send her into another climax. But before it was even over the tentacle plunged in, thicker and deeper than anything Alisa had experimented with in college. She was screaming so loudly she might have torn her vocal cords if another tentacle hadn't dove into her mouth, cutting her off. Yet another one thrust into her ass causing her body to spasm even more wildly. It seemed like the tentacles were endless. More and more of them joined in, double and triple penetrating her while her body and mind were sent to indescribable heights. Her eyes rolled back into her head and there seemed no end to how high the pleasure would go.
A sudden jostling of camera snapped Dr. Faye out of her wide eyed stare at the screen.
The wolfess could scarcely imagine what the tabby cat on the security footage was going through. An old gray badger adjusted his glasses as her continued to prattle on but Faye had stopped paying attention. Her legs squirmed and she snuck a hand under the desk to rub her pussy.
She was definitely taking this job.