Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Hoop Title: Cryptozoology Part: 2 Summary: Amy usually enjoys playing with her pet tentacle beast - but today, something is different. Keywords: xeno, tentacles -- Amy waited until six thirty before heading down to her office. The department was quieter in the evenings, and it was unlikely that she'd be disturbed once most of her colleagues had left for the day. She had been looking forward to today for some time, and didn't want anything to spoil her plans. Free from the day's work and safety regulations, she loosened her black hair from where it was tied back, and allowed it to hang down to her shoulders. She descended the first flight of stairs, and noted that Dr. Bryant was still in his office as she walked past it. She got ten yards further on before he appeared at his doorway. "Amy!" She turned to look over her shoulder, merely slowing her pace rather than stopping and risking becoming embroiled in one of Dr. Bryant's frequent reveries of times past. "What is it?" "You haven't seen the new girl around the department today, have you? Supposed to meet me this afternoon. Shortish. Brown hair? Freckles? No? Rachel something-or-other." "Sorry," she said. "Never mind." He slinked back into his office, muttering something about undergraduates. Amy descended the scuffed, treadplate steel steps of the final stairwell, and headed down the corridor. She thought the blank corkboards on the walls looked sad in their nude states, the ragged corners of paper impaled with drawing pins the only things to break up their featureless surfaces. She rounded a corner past the empty boards, and paused a moment as she noted that the door to her office was open. Getting nearer, she saw a few pieces of glass scattered on the floor. Her thoughts immediately turned to what she had been keeping in there, and she hurried over and pushed the door open. "Boris?" The lights were already on. She was sure that she wouldn't have left them that way. The stack of articles she had printed out for herself seemed to be distributed across the floor. Then she noticed the smashed remains of the glass case on top of the cabinet, and swore loudly. "...Boris?" There came a quiet purring noise from beneath the pile of papers in the corner. She pulled a handful of them aside, and breathed a relieved sigh. "There you are," she said. She knelt down and reached her arms into the pile, feeling the familiar, soft warmth of Boris' body. She lifted the creature out from the mess gently, and it coiled one of its tentacles around her arm as she cradled it to her chest. "What on earth happened? Are you hurt?" She held it out at arm's length, turning the creature over in her hands and inspecting every part of it. It seemed unhurt, although there were a few shallow scratches at the tips of some tentacles. "Aww. You poor thing. I guess you're getting too big for your tank, aren't you?" she cooed, hugging it close as one of the tendrils snaked up the back of her neck and felt around in her hair. "But breaking out was very naughty. Look at the mess you made." The creature shifted restlessly in her arms. Amy carried it out into the corridor, pulling the door to behind her. "I'll have to find you something more spacious," she said. "But first..." She pushed the door of the bathroom open with her shoulder, and walked inside. Boris' weight was beginning to tire her, and she set the creature down on the non-slip plastic floor. Even though the surroundings weren't particularly comfortable, they made cleanup a lot easier. Amy undressed perfunctorily, shrugging out of her t-shirt and draping it, along with her jeans, over the wall of a cubicle. Her undergarments followed. She left her shoes in the corner. Although she'd done this a few times before now, she still had a nervous feeling in her stomach as she stood, completely nude, curling her toes against the slightly-too-cold floor. She sat down, facing the shapeless, blue-and-white blob. The creature was examining the wall with its tentacles, prodding gingerly and then suddenly recoiling, only to repeat the process a few seconds later. Amy spread her legs apart, sitting with her hands on her thighs. "Here, Boris," she said. The creature didn't respond. Two of its tentacles flopped around listlessly on the floor, the remainder curling beneath its round body. Amy frowned, and patted her thigh in encouragement. "Come on," she said. She didn't understand. The previous times she'd presented herself to the creature, she had practically been thrown backwards by the force of it launching itself at her and wrapping her in its sinuous tendrils. The creature didn't seem to be its usual self today. It was considerably less energetic. "Maybe you just need some encouragement," she said. Amy curled her hand between her legs, and began to rub herself. The anticipation of the act meant she was already eager, and it didn't take long at all for her genitals to flush red with the tender pinkness of arousal. She eased a finger inside, sliding it around carefully while she massaged her clitoris with the heel of her hand. Achieving the desired effect, she withdrew her finger, which was now moist and sticky. She scooted over to the creature and held out her hand to it. "Come on," she said. "I know you recognise that." She took one of the tentacles in her hand and rubbed her finger over the tip. She still wasn't really sure what Boris' sensory capabilities were, but it seemed to use the limbs for examining almost everything about its environment, so some kind of olfactory function didn't seem to be out of the question. She rubbed her hand around the base of the tentacle, then slipped it between the creature's underside and the floor, making sure it could taste her somehow. "Don't keep me waiting," she said. The creature made a listless sound, and one of its tentacles began to coil around Amy's thigh. She put her arm around its body and hugged it close, pressing her breasts against it, although it didn't seem a likely cue for it to respond to. She had to feel like she was doing everything she could, though. She rested her head on top of the bulbous central body, grinning as she felt its exquisitely smooth skin against her cheek. She planted a kiss on what she assumed passed for the top of Boris' head, and was rewarded with another tentacle gliding across the small of her back, to creep down between her buttocks. "There we are," she said. "I knew you wanted to, really." She wrapped her arms around the creature and lay back on the floor, holding it to her chest. There was something pleasant about the creature's warmth, about the way it felt against her, like a hot-water bottle covered in silk. She held one of its appendages up to her face and kissed the tip, just as another began to probe her in the same inquisitive way as it always did, prodding around her genitals as if they were some new terrain to be explored. She encouraged it inside, using her fingers either side of her labia to part a passage inwards. The tentacle slipped in obligingly, and Amy let out a satisfied moan as her anticipation was finally satiated. She took the limb in her hands into her mouth and closed her lips around it, rolling her tongue under it as she sucked gently. The creature responded by pushing its lower tendril in a little further, and Amy smiled around her mouthful of tentacle. She wiggled her hips a little, and the creature at last began to move its extremity around inside her. It slid out and then returned, and the supple skin of the tentacle felt wonderful against the walls of Amy's cunt. She was used to the creature's predilection for invading both her orifices by now. She had found it uncomfortable the first time she realised it was interested in more than just her pussy, but she had learned to get some enjoyment from its anal incursions. She still let out a grunt as the tentacle forced its way in. She was always amazed at just how deep it seemed to snake up inside her, and the extent of the full feeling between her buttocks as the limb plumped out and twisted gently inside her. Things became a lot less painful after its lubricating mucus began to flow, and the actions of the tentacles quickened as they slithered in and out of her, wet with the secretion. The tentacle in her mouth was likewise moistened with pale orange slime, and she got a whole mouthful of it as the tip squeezed out a particularly large, viscous glob of the stuff. It didn't actually taste terrible. It was a lot better, she thought, than the human analogue. She had given hardly any thought to men since her first time with Boris. The creature seemed to be more enthusiastic about fucking her now. It always kept two tentacles coiled loosely around Amy's wrists, the rest free to attend to her holes or roam across her body with a regular motion of pressing against her, lifting up and moving a few inches, then repeating the process as if searching methodically for something. Amy yelped and giggled as she felt a wet tip in her ear, and then gently encouraged the tentacle back down onto her chest. "No Boris," she said. "I don't think that'd work." She drooped back on to the floor and allowed the creature to do as it wished, relaxing her muscles completely as it shifted her limbs this way and that. It poked experimentally at her breasts before giving them a light squeeze, and massaged them for a little while with a rippling motion before apparently deciding its efforts were better focussed further down. The end of a tendril traced back and forth in quick motions across her clitoris, which had her thighs twitching, and her breaths coming faster and deeper. The creature seemed to respond to the noises she made, and so she tried giving a deliberate, satisfied-sounding moan. Its pace quickened, with more of the lubricating mucus making a squishing noise as it was forced out between deep thrusts. Amy could feel her own muscles down there twitching and tensing, and she knew she wouldn't be able to contain herself for much longer. She clenched her teeth and tried to control herself, wanting desperately to draw the experience out for as long as she could. She slid her hand down against the shaft of the tentacle that was driving into her over and over, and its pace didn't even slow as she wrapped her fingers around it. It had become more solid and firm, its surface coated with a glistening mixture of both their juices. The sight and feel of the appendage had Amy approaching the limit of what she could endure, and she grudgingly acknowledged that the time had come to surrender to the aching, tingling feel around the sites of the tentacles' impalement. She relaxed, letting go of everything she had held in and allowing her orgasm to seize her completely, spreading across her body like a fiery wave. She sagged backwards to the ground, taking shivering breaths as she was overcome with a glowing, post-climax warmth. The creature was out of sync with her. She was too weakened to do anything as she lay, hearing her pulse pounding in her ears, but a tender soreness told her that the tentacles were still working away at her. It was twenty seconds later when she felt them jerk and emit twin surges of warm slime. A little of the ooze splashed against her chest, and she strained her neck to look down at the tentacle that had squirted it there. The orange colour wasn't as vivid as she remembered it, and the texture was a lot smoother. Other times it had been grainy, almost like couscous. Amy enjoyed the afterglow for as long as she could ignore the cold floor beneath her and the sticky, congealing mess on her belly. Eventually she had to sit, and think about cleaning up. In the intervening time, the creature had slinked into a corner and curled all its tentacles beneath itself. The way it looked, it could almost be mistaken for a beanbag. "Just one thing to take care of," she said. She winced as she eased a pair of fingers into her pussy. She felt around very carefully, and then she frowned at the feeling of the wet insides of her cunt. She pushed further until it started to hurt, and still didn't feel what she was expecting. Amy gave a sigh, and cringed as she introduced a finger into her anus, again feeling around for what she sought. Still nothing. She cast her gaze about the mess on the floor, seeing only the spreading puddles of thin, orange slime. "Where's your egg?" she said. She thought back to how reluctant the creature had seemed, and how she had had to coerce it into fucking her. The last time she had been with Boris was five days ago, and she knew that it took twenty-four hours for the creature to produce an egg. "But that means you already..."