Author: KonspiracyKid PM
Mikado wakes up in a strange room and encounters a strange voice with strange intentions. Fill for the kinkmeme. Tentacle warning.Rated: Fiction M - English - Sci-Fi - Mikado R. & Izaya O. - Words: 3,243 - Reviews: 24 - Favs: 153 - Follows: 12 - Published: 02-21-11 - Status: Complete - id: 6763668
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PROOOOOOOOOOOMPT FROM THE KINK MEME: Tentacles, raping the fuck out of Mikado.
Obviously, this thing is going to eat my life.
BEWARE THE TENTACLES. DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ.
Also I reposted this because I'm a moron and spell things wrong.
xXxXx Impulse xXxXx
The room was dark and cold. But more than that, it seemed wet. Mikado sat up and ran his hands across the floor tentatively, weary of further drenching himself with whatever it was that was making him feel uncomfortable. He couldn't tell if what his hands were touching was actually wet or if it just felt that way because it was so cold in that room. He shivered and rubbed his hands up and down across his naked legs quickly, trying to create enough friction to warm them.
A light snapped on over his head, as if it had sensed his frantic movements. The light hurt his eyes. It was not white—it was brighter than that.
It was alien.
Mikado blinked away the involuntary tears that had sprung to his eyes and tried to raise his hands to block further blinding, but the light covered him completely. There were still dark corners of the room, into which he could not see, from which that strange wetness seemed to come, that the light did not reach. He had the unpleasant idea that something unfriendly was lurking in those shadows.
"H-Hello?" he called into the emptiness. His voice seemed to be swallowed by the darkness. The boy got to his feet and, shielding his eyes with one hand and his indecency with the other, he looked as best as he could towards the light. "Is anyone there?"
'Why do they always ask the light?' The voice, like the room, was cold; it was almost metallic. It had a bit of an electronic or artificial quality to it, and it seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. He wasn't even sure he had heard it, or if it had just come into his mind. It was an oppressive, crushing voice, though it bore no malice. There was a tone in it that he couldn't place. Maybe even a familiarity…
"Who are you?"
'Another interesting question.' Mikado guessed this was sarcasm. 'What benefit is it to the captive to know who his captor is?'
It was mocking him. Mikado looked around, as if hoping to discover something that he hadn't seen before, but it was in vain. He sunk to the ground slowly, his legs folding silently under him. He curled his arms around his knees and pressed his forehead to them as he shut his eyes. His eyelids seemed to chill them; it was so comforting. Maybe that was how it was supposed to be. He felt for a moment as if he had been separated from his body. Was this a dream? It had to be. How else would he have gotten into such a strange situation? "Wake up…wake up…" he whispered to himself, stroking his own arms.
'I have to say, you are disappointing me. You're quite…cliché.'
That voice was making it hard for him to escape this non-reality. His head shot up, glistening eyes staring blindly and boldly into the harsh light. "What do you want, then?"
'"Then." Progress. You're applying your questions to your own situation, instead of pulling them from a bank of what you think you should ask.'
Mikado hesitated to ask another question, lest his annoyingly narcissistic captor continue to mock him. His silence seemed to beg action from the bizarre dream-room.
Thick vine-like limbs shot out from the shadows and curled around the boy's wrists, pulling him backwards. He would have fallen onto the hard concrete floor again, but thicker ones bloomed under his back to support him. As he was lifted by them, his legs unfolded, and he tried to swing himself off of the makeshift table, but still more tangled around his legs.
They unfurled from every angle of the room, twisting around his limbs and torso, and making a tight mesh weave below him, with the loose tips tickling his body. Small tendrils spiraled up his thighs to his body and brushed across his chest and stomach.
"Wh-what are you?" Mikado stuttered, shivering as one of the cool vines slid over his jaw line.
'Ah, a relevant query at last. Some call me a monster. I think that will be suitable enough of an answer for you. Not that I expect you to realize my real identity before this is over.'
Monster—could it be? Mikado looked up towards the vines that bound each of his wrists, squinting against the harsh light. They were leafless, and incredibly thick. And prehensile. What kind of plant could move of its own accord? None that he knew of. That left only one possible conclusion.
They were not vines.
They were tentacles.
He blinked hard against that atrocious glare and felt a tear slide down the skin of his cheek.
'Oh, my apologies. I suppose it's too bright for you. I just wanted to make sure I could see all of this little adventure.' The light shifted to a duller white, one that didn't quite make him feel like his eyes were going to burst into flame. Still, the voice surpassed that blank slate it had started with, and seemed to be developing an edge of glee.
Small, probing tentacles danced curiously over his hips, heading for the junction between his legs. He tried to throw himself violently to the sides in an attempt to disturb their advance, but more strong coils pressed against his sides and steadied him. He shuddered when the exploratory arms circled around his dick and squeezed lightly. Then, like a moving snake, the appendages rippled from the base up, effectively pumping him, though slowly.
"Ahh…" Mikado couldn't help but moan as arousal sparked in his abdomen. Though he had grown used to the strange, almost wet feeling in the room some time ago, he was shocked when he felt a higher concentration of stickiness bloom around his prick. He lifted his head a little and was soon supported graciously by another curl so he could see the clear, green-ish substance that was oozing from the tentacles.
"Wh-what is that? What are you doing?"
'Ah-ah-ah,' the self-proclaimed monster tutted in a disapproving tone, 'Please don't regress, Mikado-kun. Think. Where am I touching you?'
As if to give him an unnecessary hint, the green coils contracted around his cock. "S-Stop!"
'Hmm? But I want to play with you. You're such a prime example of the human physique…And so…virginal.' Another tendril caressed his bare skin, tracing a line from his thigh to his collarbone. The connotation was as clear as it could be, but the monster seemed to feel a need to elaborate. 'I'm going to fuck you, Mikado-kun.'
The first tendril that slid into him was so thin that he almost didn't notice it. It felt like a tickle on his insides, and he struggled desperately against his restraints, trying to counter its curious twisting. Another thread-thin tentacle entered him, and with surprising strength the two stretched his tight hole to allow a third of about finger thickness, which had also begun to secrete the green gel, to squeeze into him. He gasped as it flicked around inside of him and bumped against his soft, sensitive walls.
Mikado clenched his fists and feebly tugged his arms as the tentacle penetrated deeper. "Nnnn…no…" he whispered.
'Do you really mean "no," Mikado-kun? Or do you mean "more"?'
Another slick green finger pushed into him and the two began to undulate, scissoring him. "Haaaahnn…Stop!"
The monster did not reply. The tentacles on his cock continued to squeeze him, and despite his protests, he was beginning to feel a strange pleasantness in his abdomen. He leaned his head back and twisted it to the side, whimpering as his cheek met the cool surface of the thick supporting arms. As the others continued to move inside him, more thin ones snuck up from the mess below him, oozing that strange organic lubricant. They slid over his stomach and up his chest, curling around his taut nipples. Shiny trails quickly spread to smears as the tendrils twisted and brushed over the tops of the buds.
"Nnngh!" Mikado groaned as the two digit-like limbs inside of him stretched him like the first thin ones had and yet another pressed into his tight heat. They coiled around each other like a rope and rippled inside him, mimicking the actions of the ones on his dick. They then began to thrust into him at different intervals, moving with greater complexity than could a human hand. The different thicknesses provided different kinds of pleasure.
The dark-haired boy continued to whine and moan as these strange but arousing sensations plagued him. He writhed on the bed of squirming tendrils that tickled his damp flesh; he pulled weakly against the limbs that supported him, and afforded him small amounts of freedom to move, but did not release him. He felt almost a sense of loss as the tentacles, whose abilities were foreign and seemingly endless to him, thinned out their mass, channeling it back down to wherever the base of the monster was, and left him significantly less filled. But when the unorthodox pumping stopped servicing his now firm erection, he twisted with more enthusiasm, unconsciously trying to buck against what was not there.
'How nice it is to see you squirm, Mikado-kun. It is good to feel wanted. You do want me, don't you, Mikado-kun?'
"Mmm—haa…" He pushed one of his legs out and flexed his toes, blue eyes foggy with lust.
The creature seemed to chuckle melodiously. 'Ask, and you shall receive.' It had been more of a command than a suggestion, though it was one the monster knew he would oblige.
Mikado swallowed. He had been approaching the precipice of something so wonderful, but it felt so dirty. Who was this monster? Why had it chosen him? Where was he that he was encountering something as strange as an alien? Then again, was an alien really stranger than Cel—
"Ah!" he gasped. A thin tentacle had slid over his slit, interrupting his thoughts. It continued to brush teasingly against his irritated head, smoothing more of that strange gel over it. Shame couldn't be factored in too greatly at this point, he figured. Shutting his eyes against the emotion, he took a deep, shaky breath. "P-please…"
The tendril that had been bothering the head of his dick poised itself over it like a snake, seeming to watch him, to grin deviously at him, and dove into the tiny hole. Mikado opened his mouth to let out another gasp and another fat, slick tentacle was shoved into his mouth, stifling his sound. At the same time, a fourth coil of the same thickness as the three occupying his neglected entrance pressed into him. The monster resumed thrusting its little arms in and out of him, rippling the ones around his cock and twitching ever so slightly the one inside of it, curling those on his chest around his nipples, and pressing the tentacle in his mouth against his tongue, twisting around it and exploring his mouth.
Mikado leaned his head back into the mess of thick and thin arms. They stroked his hair and tickled his ears as their comrades addressed his shaking body. His new position gave the one in his mouth greater access to thrust gently but quickly in and out of the wet cavern.
'Aren't you a little slut, Mikado-kun? I never would have guessed. Well, I guess I'll have to try harder to sustain you.'
As he felt the pleasure of being so thoroughly filled mounting below his stomach, the tentacles in his ass suddenly dove in deep and stretched him wider than had the other sets before. He half-choked as he felt a very wet, thick limb move into the space provided, even stretching him more with its considerable girth. The tendrils wrapped around his cock rippled faster, and the one inside chilled him from the inside out with the mysterious viscous fluid.
Tears leaked from the dark-haired boy's eyes as the large tentacle kept easing into him. Its generous secretions of lubricant made it squelch as it squeezed past the other tentacles, which still penetrated the deepest parts of him. When it finally decided that it had entered him far enough, it just stopped. The other sensations still continued, and even the smaller tentacles clogging his entrance wiggled and massaged his insides; but that thick member inside him was so distracting. It was just there. Mikado could tell he was being denied a very strong pleasure.
As the other coils persistently rubbed and tickled him, he pulled his legs back gently, and with a little difficulty rolled his hips forward.
The large arm began pulling out of him and he immediately felt that he was being punished for misbehaving. He regretted his simple action bitterly, and thought he might even cry tears of frustration until the arm suddenly thrust back into his body.
Mikado's back arched immediately and he tensed as he was overwhelmed by ecstasy. He ran his tongue across the underside of the thrusting tentacle in his mouth, meaning to encourage it. Though his body ached, the pleasure was so much more potent. After the first thrust, it dissolved its precedent of making the boy wait; it pounded into him with near inhuman speed. The teen was sure it could go faster if it wanted to, and he almost wished it would.
He moaned through the mouthful he had and it pumped deeper in and out of his throat. The tendrils on his chest were joined by more which stroked his torso as his climax approached. The skinny one inside his prick swelled so it was almost uncomfortable, then shrank back down to its almost imperceptible size and drew out of him. It thickened again and moved between his legs to push roughly against the space between his balls and his abused entrance, and the boy shivered. Pre-cum was now escaping from him in tiny bursts that landed all over his pelvis as the force of the monster's thrusts shook him.
'You're lasting longer than I thought you would…I'm impressed. Don't hold back on my account…'
The thinner tentacles that penetrated deep in his body thrashed with more ferocity when the large one vacated him, and were pressed up against his walls in strangely pleasurable uneven formations as the monster lost control of them. It seemed to have grown thicker as he had acclimated to it, and was now of an inhuman width. The boy greedily moved his legs back and farther apart, and the coils that were wrapped around his ankles now served only as supports, not restraints.
His cock was covered with the cooling slime the monster had secreted, and if it hadn't been, Mikado was sure it would have been on fire due to the heat he was feeling. The spiraling constrictions of the coils around his solid member had escalated as well, and the tendril pressed against his perineum was kneading him hard.
Likely due to the frequency of the muffled moans he was uttering, the monster drew the thick tentacle out of the young teen's mouth just in time for him to utter a strangled cry and come.
The thickness of the large arm inside him decreased rapidly, as did the speed of the thrusts. The tentacles curled around his member loosened slightly to allow his milky white cum to spurt out. When his blissful gasps relented and gave way to erratic, but comparatively quiet pants, the limbs unfurled from him. The thick arms coiled around his arms and legs slowly slid off of him, and the huge mess of green thinned out and gently set him back on the ground.
The light dimmed even more and shifted to a soft yellow glow. Though he knew he was inside, Mikado felt comfortable under the artificial sunlight-like beams of the light. He lay on his side, sticky from sweat and the alien slime, and panted out his exhaustion until he thought he might fall asleep. Or rather, he might wake up. The adrenaline buzzed through his system and he allowed it to put his limbs into a state of great ease. Maybe this hadn't been such a bad dream after all…
Just as he was about to lose consciousness, the hum of fluorescent lighting made his eyes snap open and made him prop himself up, though he did not put pressure on his tender backside. He looked up at the bright square that was about as far up as it was away from him. He saw a figure with hair that matched the color of his own waving enthusiastically at him from behind what looked like a large computer monitor.
Mikado's eyes widened and his pupils spasmed in shock. "Izaya-san?"
He saw the man lean into a microphone and press a button on its stand. The alien's voice echoed off the walls of the room. 'Yo, Mikado-kun!'
"Wh—" He cut himself off, unsure what he even meant to ask.
'So how was it?' Izaya continued enthusiastically. 'It was my first time using this program. Ma~n it was hard to keep up with everything! You were a fun subject though, Mikado-kun!'
"Are you saying…?" the boy began, unable to believe the absurdity of the situation.
'Ahh, I thought you would have figured it out. I thought my lovely voice a big enough clue…Yes, that was all me!'
The teenager gaped. "Why?" The question was founded in complete bewilderment rather than anger or hurt, though those would surely come later.
He saw Izaya shrug. 'For fun.' He thought for a moment. 'Hey…I wonder if Kida-kun would like to see this?' He moved under the desk for a moment and came back up with a shiny round disk in his hand.
The boy froze. "I-Izaya-san…you wouldn't…"
'Pfff. Well not for free of course. I am running a business after all. I think this counts as information, don't you? Besides, he might have a bit of…personal interest as well.' With a wink and a swish of that fur-trimmed coat, the man had spun out of his chair and out of the frame of the window.
Mikado slowly bent his arms and laid his burning face on the cool concrete of the warehouse floor.
Definitely not a dream.
xXxXx End xXxXx
I WAS WORKING ON TOUCH TODAY. Then I wasn't. IT'S COMING ALONG, I PROMSIE. JUST…SLOOOOOWLY. Plus, the kink meme is in a fill only mode :o They neeeeeeeed me.
I'm sorry for this weirdness. I know that like no one is into tentacles like I am.
Btw yeah I know the end is so random. It's very late. Lol.