Shorts - Tentacled TF
By BD-Acht

All characters are over 18. This is a work of fiction intended for adults only.

“Hey Gretchen can I talk for-!”

Sarah stopped and stuttered as she saw the room before her.
The smell made her heart skip a beat. The sounds, her breath catch. And the sight of the room…

Immediately she knew she had stumbled upon something unspeakably lewd.

Before her in the study room was a vivid scene of pleasure and depravity. Gretchen was surrounded by a loose ring of women on the rug covered floor. Each one reclining in supine submission or kneeling in twitching gratitude.

Each had a look of ecstasy on their face. Lips parting or being nibbled as they were almost overwhelmed, and tongues lolled as they tried to contain their pleasure. Faces in flushed expression. Some were quivering, twitching eyes and lips, trying to conceal the depths of their excitement. Others were in blushing, unabashed exultation. Eyes rolled or fluttered or were squeezed shut.

All except Gretchen herself, who, while looking quite pleased with herself, was not so beholden to pleasure.

Because she was the one orchestrating the ecstasy.

Gretchen had always been an oddity. There were many people with different body types and extra bits when compared to a baseline human like Sarah, especially here.

Over half the women around Gretchen were sporting cocks. But she was a monstergirl, and despite this not being uncommon, she had always felt somehow different to Sarah.

In place of legs she was gifted with a group of large red-pink tentacles. They always seemed to be moving. Coiling under her, holding her up, reaching and feeling everything.

Gretchen herself was approachable. Always polite but mysteriously mirthful, as if there was always some joke the other person wasn’t aware of. She had gotten a bit of a reputation as a socialite and it was rare to hear of a major party without her at least receiving an invitation.

Recently, a fair few salacious rumors had been quietly spreading about her. Supposedly she had disappeared with a guy for almost three days after a weekend bender. Sarah, like many others, had dismissed it as cringeworthy and baseless. Slander against someone who was simply popular.

Sarah gulped, realizing she may have been wrong.

The octopus girl was splayed on the floor surrounded by the writhing, moaning girls of her “study group”. A powerful, slick tentacle curling towards a different woman each. Wrapped around their hips or up a smooth thigh, but always ending between their legs. Some of the slender ends were wrapped around cocks in a powerful and articulate grasp.

The manhandled meat flexed and jumped in her slick grasp, occasionally granting a powerfully thick geyser of white to spurt out over her blush colored limbs and hips. When that happened the arm seemed to smear the mess over her flesh, enjoying the lewd, wet slick.

Others were pushed between plush and hidden lips, sometimes under a cock but sometimes not. Their hips would rock and shudder, riding her tentacle as it stirred and churned their sloppy insides until cream dripped down its tapered length.

Gretchen breathed out a little moan as she noticed Sarah. “Care to join us…?"
She could feel the look of shock on her face.

"What’s the matter? I assure you, this is all very consensual,” she purred.
 
To send the point home, she must’ve muscled all the parts she was pleasuring, as her harem squealed and spasmed. Suddenly her skirt of deep pink flesh was wearing more than a few streaks of white.

Sarah could only stare and feel herself grow flushed. Something about the way their voices cried out under her focus. It reminded her about an old joke about how an octopus would be good at playing the organ because they had so many arms.

Or in Gretchen’s case, organs.

“If you don’t want to play, you can watch if you want.”

She suddenly flexed a limb and a curly haired girl to her left was drawn to the tentacled ringleader, cunt first. Gretchen leaned over to whisper something in her ear.

The girl gave a horny smile and shaky nod. She was then pulled into the center of the group, slick tentacles flowing around her and pulling her arms away from the others, who woozily resumed with their own hands.

Gretchen started to play with the girl in the center alone, all that dexterous, sensual strength aimed at her. For her part, the girl was doing an excellent job keeping up. Or rather, not immediately deteriorating into a screaming and creaming mess under the assault. The latter holdout was broken soon enough.

Gretchen was grinding on her too, it seemed. Sarah felt the heat on her skin renewed, the lurid rumors of what was under that already odd fleshy skirt fresh in her mind now. She was whispering in the girl’s ear all the while, the latter giggling and obviously getting more and more revved up.

Biting her lip with a lusting, upward gaze, the curly haired girl leaned down to that mysterious frill. Gretchen’s limbs spread, writhing around her lover to pull her under herself. She started to raise herself over the shuddering woman, tentacles caressing her and smearing the group’s lust along her flesh.

Sarah’s eyes fixed on their meeting point. The lowered girl’s nostrils flared and her tongue lolled slightly in apparent desire, leaving her to wonder what sort of lascivious fragrance she was sampling.

She had a decent idea.

Sarah’s last image of the curly haired girl was her blissful expression disappearing under the edge of Gretchen’s fleshy skirt.

For the first time, Gretchen looked as pleasured as the others, moaning as she slipped down the other girl taking her body up into her own. She still had that “in control” look on her face though, a true master of both other’s pleasure and her own.

Gretchen seemed to push the other girl so she was sitting up again on her folded legs. She rocked her hips as she slid down, the other person disappearing under her.

After a moment or two, the subsumed girl started to jerk strongly, but not in distress. A squirming, thrusting of her legs. Her hips writhed and her body quivered beneath Gretchen. And soon, their hips met, one’s body within the other. Gretchen was breathless, clearly working the other girl inside. Some oddity kept Gretchen looking all the same despite the whole person inside her.

After a moment of stillness and subtle, muffled squelching coming from the monstergirl, Gretchen came.

It was a spectacle. Her limbs flailing inarticulately, clumsy for the first time while she gasped with her head rolled back. She quivered to a stop finally before looking at the eager faces around
her, as if they were excited to see the resolution of a magic trick. But she focused on Sarah, who hardly knew there was a trick at all.

Gretchen slowly shimmed her way up the other girl.

There was something different. The flesh under her was stiff. It was crude and veiny and looked very much like stiff spears of lewd meat jutting towards her from the other girls. Gretchen gingerly slipped off the head of the other woman, gasping and falling down around her.

But now, from the waist up, the other girl was a dick. Converted perfectly into the lewd arch of a phallus. She throbbed, flesh terribly erect and oh so thick.

Gretchen seemed to take this as a challenge. She assaulted the cock on its plush folded legs. The other girl was clearly still aware within the girthy cylinder of fuckmeat. Her legs writhed,

shaft waggling under Gretchen’s workings. The girl’s flushed cunt, undoubtedly forgotten, drooled long strands of slickness all the same. And then, she flexed into a bulging angry red rod as Gretchen squealed a little, “Yesss!”

A fat rope of white shot from the bulging head with a squirt, stickily falling back down her own shafted body and Gretchen’s. The flow increased as the cockgirl came in earnest, her jizz flying everywhere and splattering everyone.

Sarah watched with wide eyes in the aftermath, the orgy clearly reaching its climax. She hardly flinched when a wad landed on her shoulder in a fragrant mess, too enthralled with the bizarre and perverse scene.

Soon there was just a panting afterglow for the group, other than the center girl, who was now drooping into the puddle of her mess on the floor. Gretchen lovingly stroked her and another girl scooted through the mess to hold her phallic head in her lap. She giggled as the giant glans gently throbbed.

“Oh, you have a few classes with Lari right?” Gretchen addressed Sarah referring to the girlmeat drooping on the floor.

“Would you mind telling her friends to send her notes? She’ll be out for a few days,” Gretchen gave a little smile to her.

“Thanks for joining us. I’ll give you a heads up next time in case you’d like to…participate, instead of watching.”

The girls in the group chuckled good naturedly at that, and to her surprise, Sarah didn’t refuse.