This is my first attempt at a nonhuman story. I hope it's satisfactory for an amateur writer like myself.
It was another cold rainy night when I decided to relax with a good book and a warm tea. The clock was pushing five in the evening, and it was already dark out on the cool November night. I sit back contemplating the book I grabbed not wanting to read it, but not wanting to get up for another one. I figure my 47 year old 300 plus pound self needs the exercise anyway so I brush my long brown hair back setting down my tea, and I head to the den for another book off the shelf. In front of the shelf is the lone computer desk my kids have used for so many years, and on it are my husband's files waiting for him to give them a home. I listen to the quiet of the house. Alone for the first time in a long time; I hear the loudness of silence.
"I'm glad they finally too that trip." I think to myself thinking about how I had to basically shove them out the door to go on the fully paid holiday to Florida for the week. I would have liked to go myself, but my work wouldn't give me the time out. So I'm left home alone, and I plan to relax as much as I can. I see the book on the far corner. It looks old and out of place. I don't recognize it, and I should. I have read every book we have at least once. Some like The Complete Works of Edgar Allen Poe I have read many more times. I have to reach over a couple of boxes full of my son's junk that he can't seem to part with. The box digging in my left thigh as my sleepshirt lifts with my arm extended. I can barely touch it since I'm only five foot one so I press harder stretching my arm more until I get my fingertips on it. Work it out from the books pressed against it finally getting it down after a lot of bending and twisting.
I look it over to see a beaten black leather cover with a worn down symbol in the center that is golden in color. It looks like an octopus, but I can't really tell. The book has seen better days for sure. The pages are yellowed, and the writing is slightly faded. I hold it in my right hand choosing this to read mostly out of curiosity. I pull my sleepshirt back down my belly with my left hand, and pull my underwear out of my ass with my right fingers while I hold the book with the rest of my hand. It touches my bare cheek for a second letting me feel the cold leather before I return to my chair under the lamp to peruse the text.
I sip my tea while I read about beings from the Andromeda Galaxy travelling the universes in interdimensional capsules searching for a cure to a virus that keeps them from producing offspring. It's an overplayed plot, but the story keeps me involved. I read how some just look to reproduce so the just take other species to try to mate while others are more scientific looking for a cure so they can mate amongst themselves. Some find love with other beings, and some are left to the cosmos. By the last chapter I'm tired and it's already near midnight. It's the weekend so I read on knowing I don't have to be up. In the chapter it tells how the last being of it's kind decided to land on a tiny blue planet that was hopefully inhabited, but in the travel his capsule malfunctioned stranding him.
He studies the species finding they may be carriers of a cure somehow, but with his life support running low he is forced to suspend himself setting his capsule to not alert him unless the best prospect is near. That's where the book ends. Thinking of How it ended I realize it never described the ill fated creatures. I page back scanning every page. Twice. Nothing. I sigh finishing a very cold tea, and stand up stretching the kinks out from sitting so long. I hear my hips and back cracking and popping before a pinch in my lower back sends my butt back down to the chair. I sit there feeling the burning deciding to just try to recline for a while. Covering myself with my blanket I ease back, and it makes the pain go away. I feel comfy, and that's all I remember because I doze off.
I wake up feeling a cold sensation on my left ankle. When I look I see my leg is uncovered so I recover it nodding back off. I barely get to sleep when I feel the coldness on my left thigh just above my knee. It's not as cold, but still cold enough to wake me. I look down only to need to cover myself again. I lay back, and eventually doze again. I have a weird dream about floating through the stars and very rapidly crashing into the earth. So rapidly that it's just a blur until I feel I'm under water with an eel swimming around my left leg. It slowly spins higher and higher making me feel a little horny from the way it tickles my leg. I feel myself heating in my crotch as it slowly reaches above my knee spinning around and around. I know where I want it to go, but I know that stems from my sexual frustrations. When it tickles over my underwear covered crotch I can feel my moisture leaking out. I feel the gusset of my panty lift as it tries to find a new home, and it shakes me awake.
I look down to see a pink slimy tentacle complete with finger like suckers laying over my left thigh moving the gusset of my panty as it wiggles against my sex. I sit up quick reaching for the appendage, and more wrap around my wrists pulling me back down. Two more wrap my ankles pulling my legs wide apart. I see my underwear pull until the rip from my body, and then feel the tentacle poking and prodding my crotch from the top of my pubic hair to my butt hole. It wiggles slightly opening my labia right at my entrance pausing for a few seconds before poking against my asshole doing the same. It was then a different tentacle wrapped around my forehead.
"You have the cure! Give it to me." I hear in my head.
"What the fuck?" I ask not figuring on an answer.
"You are the one. You have the cure. Give it to me."
"I don't know what you're talking about." I say like it's not just a bad dream.
"I will probe your brain, and I will find where you have it."
The tentacle tightens squeezing my head hard, and I moan feeling like my skull will pop.
"Interesting. You species has evolved, but you still have the primal urges. Not all, but some. Is that the cure? Can't be. You are the female of the species. That is certain. Where is the cure?"
"I can hear you in my head." I grumble.
"Silence! I'm thinking,"
"So you can hear me too. Good. Stop crushing my head. You're going to kill me."
"Seems you are right. Your brain waves are gradually slowing. I will loosen, but I not release until you give me the cure."
"This is so fucked." I laugh. "I have to be dreaming."
"You are not dreaming. What is this fucked? I will search."
I feel a tingle through my head before it suddenly stops just as I hear. "That is fucked? It's human procreation. That is interesting how you create life. I wish to create life so the females of your species has the cure. You are female. Give me the cure."
"I don't know anything about a cure, and if you put that book on my bookshelf you'd know that there's no procreation in this house, and hasn't been for years."
"I will search. You will give."
My head numbs and vibrates more giving me a headache before it finally ends.
"I have searched, and I have found nothing. You mind is filled with a lot of fucked, and it seems to be your biggest need. I have nothing left. You were my last chance. I am sorry I have caused you stress. I will make up for it using the last of my energies."
"That sounds kind of dark. Maybe your cure is somewhere in the house?" I say feeling sorry for it.
"When we discovered there was a cure we also discovered it is inside a host. It cannot exist anywhere else. We never could isolate what it was exactly, but we know it exists. I will use my energies to give you what you need which I have drawn from your thoughts."
The tentacle pulls my head back while another wraps around my neck squeezing. My arms are pulled high over my head stretching my body almost flat. Another tentacle wraps around my belly holding me to the chair before my legs are lifted and spread wide exposing me. Two more snake up from my sides dropping down the neckline of my shirt ripping it off me, and then the wrap around my breasts with the little fingers wrapping around my nipples. I feel them squeeze and vibrate, and it's making me tingle. Just being held open is making me wet. The tentacle around my neck tightens as another one about three inches thick rises up from my right. The tip look rounded instead of pointed like the rest, and it's pink flesh looks smooth and slimy. I flops onto my belly letting me feel it's weight. It snakes down to my crotch just as all the tentacles begin to vibrate in unison.
"Oh damn." I moan feeling it rub down over my clit while my nerves tingle with pleasure.
