The speaker crackled and went silent, taking the red light with it. I was left alone in the low light of the moon, my heart pounding in my ears. I took a deep breath, rolling my shoulders and trying to release some of the tension my body was holding. After a second, I grabbed a broom. "A single test tube for $10. Yeah, right. Brian can kiss my ass," I muttered as I swept up the glass. "$10. So fucking stupid."
After the shards were disposed of, I let out a sigh. Now, where was I...?
There was a softer screech from the corner of the room, as if it was answering me. I froze again, trying to see through the dark. What was that? Slowly, I creeped forward, a glass box coming into view. The terrarium, used for containment and observation. It stood at chest height, unassuming. But through the dark I could see movement within it. Right! Brian had mentioned that the team had found another creature while I was gone. Though... he had said it was dead. I furrowed my brows, taking the last few steps and switching on the light of the display.
I barely caught a glimpse of deep violet tendrils as they retreated back through the airholes, the top of the box shutting with a click. What?? I stared at it with wide eyes. It was a strange purple mass, tentacles curled in on themselves as if it was hiding. It glistened in the light, covered in a clear slime. The slime had even coated the walls of the terrarium. Ugh, gross. Its looks, paired with what I presumed to be intelligence, reminded me of an octopus. Just a little bigger, and with quite a few more tentacles. And no eyes. Just a strange clump of tendrils, with a small hole that I assumed was its mouth. And the desire to escape, paired with the capabilities to do so. It really was like an octopus. Maybe it was best for me to keep an eye on this thing.
I grabbed some books off the shelf beside it, stacking a few atop the lid of the display. "There we go. Try getting out of that," I murmured, taking a step back. Hmm. If I was going to watch it, I might as well do a proper observation. Now where were the clipboards...
I returned a few moments later with a clipboard of paper and a pen, leaning against the counter in front of it. It hadn't moved much in my absence, but it had a few of its tendrils pressed against the glass. Despite its lack of eyes, I definitely felt like it was watching me. "Hey, hey... I think you've got the wrong idea. I'm the one doing the observing here."
It did not remained silent, but slowly stuck a tendril out of one of the air holes, as if it was testing boundaries.
"Hey! Stop that."
It retracted the tentacle.
I furrowed my brows. I'd have to discuss this with the team tomorrow. I jotted down some quick points, noting its strange behaviors. I made sure to look up at it periodically. Brian didn't tell me much about it, including where it came from, but I'd be damned if I let it escape. I'd rather die than let the security system decide it was worth a billion dollars and 'dock my pay accordingly.' I exhaled sharply.
I paused as I saw movement again, watching the creature carefully. It used a tendril to swipe some slime off of the glass, before sticking it in its hole. Mouth? I couldn't tell. Hmm. Brian said they brought it to the lab a few days ago, and didn't know anything about it. Was it hungry? I doubted anyone knew what it ate. Pretty gross that it was eating its own slime though. I tilted my head, momentarily forgetting the clipboard. It kept scooping slime, shoveling it into its mouth with force. Different tendrils, one after the other, then back to the glass to find some more. The noise was wet, almost... sloppy. The way it shoved things into its hole, paired with the way the tendrils folded on themselves, it kind of looked like...
I laughed to myself for a moment, suddenly stopping when I realized how shallow my breathing had become. My heart beat hard in my chest. Was that really all it took? Not even two weeks, yet... No, I was just... nervous, was all. Still startled by the alarm. I shuffled uncomfortably, rolling up the sleeves of my lab coat. Someone must've... forgotten to shut off the heat. Maybe I should crack open a window or something. Yeah, yeah.
I stayed put, eyes glued to the creature.
It stopped, the glass mostly clean of slime. I swear I could feel it staring at me as it pressed against the glass again. I swallowed hard, looking away as I took off my lab coat. With shaking hands, I picked up the clipboard again, resting it on my lap. It was too embarrassing to even look down at myself.
"Observations, observations..." I whispered to myself. What did it do again? My mind had blanked. "Alright, t-the... the feeding thing, right..." How would I even begin to describe something like that? Its actions replayed vividly in my mind, making my heart flutter. I swallowed hard, bringing my pen to the paper anyways. "Eating the... eating the slime, and..." I jutted my hips up involuntarily, rubbing against the back of the clipboard. The sensation was minimal through my pants, but it still made me gasp. I clenched my teeth, forcing myself back into a sitting position. Fuck, what happened to me? So... pent up, over nothing. Heat radiated from my cheeks as I noticed the little wet spot soaking through my pants. So desperate I was leaking at work, unable to think of anything else. It was humiliating, despite no one being around to witness it. No one around, except...
Against my better judgement, I put down the clipboard, making my way over to the terrarium. It had tendrils pressed against the glass again, watching my movements. There was no way I was going to open the lid - my desperation wasn't strong enough to overpower my fear of practically being owned by the company for the rest of my life. But... the terrarium had a small hole for feeding. Well, not small. Quite a fine size. And probably had a great personality. But either way, it was probably... big enough...
I fumbled with the zipper of my pants, not pausing long enough to think about how stupid my idea was. Finally, I got it open, pulling down my waistband. Fuck. When was the last time I had been this hard? I wasn't sure. A bead of pre-cum slid down my shaft, making me twitch. I didn't recall the last time I had been this sensitive, either.
Unable to wait any longer, I popped open the feeding door of the box, moving around so I could get in. Tendrils slipped out as soon as the door was open, reaching for me while I struggled to angle myself. It wanted me. "Hang on, h-" My breath caught in my throat as a tendril made contact, making me thrust forward. "H-hang on, I... I'm not even in yet." I swiped a stool towards me with my foot, standing on it for better access. Another tendril was out, pulling me towards the hole. I finally got it in, involuntarily thrusting into the terrarium. Two tendrils were already on me and the creature quickly brought a third, sliding them up my shaft with curiosity. They were cold, but I couldn't find it in me to care, gripping the terrarium with anticipation. Its movements were slow, cautious, curling around me. One by one, it'd pull a tendril off, sticking it in its hole and tasting me. And one by one, the tendril would return, gripping me harder each time. I moaned into my hand, unable to stop myself from jutting my hips forward over and over, faster and faster. Suddenly, it stopped, a displeased whine escaping my lips before I realized it.
I looked down at it. I swear it was looking back at me. It crept forward towards the feeding hole, its mouth pulsating. I thrusted toward it and it withdrew, slinking back to the corner of the terrarium. I could've cried. "Please," I murmured, eyes glued to it. My legs were shaking. It slowly started to move again, tendrils creeping out of the feeding hole. It brought itself towards me, the entrance of the hole resting on my tip. Just the small pulses were enough to make whine, using all my concentration to keep myself from thrusting. However, it still didn't move. What did it want? Was it testing me? What was it waiting for? I was starting to get more sensitive, the feather-light touches frustrating me. Was it teasing me? Surely it didn't know what that was. Slimy skin slowly spreading over my tip, making it halfway down, then withdrawing again. It was driving me insane.
Fuck this. I'd finish off myself. As I backed out of the terrarium it lunged at me, making me yelp. Tendrils wrapped around my shaft, hard, pulling me back. I whimpered, only partly from the pain. More tendrils followed, leaving the feeding hole and creeping around my body. It was exploring me, feeling the different parts of my skin. One slid further down my shaft, curling around my balls. A second went up my shirt, caressing my chest. "A-ah!" I gasped as it grazed a nipple, the coldness sending a jolt down my spine. It seemingly paused, then added another tendril to the mix, looking for the cause of my reaction. Its search was thorough, carefully making its way up and down my chest, trying different types of touches and pressures. Making movements and gauging my reactions. It really was experimenting on me.