Chapter 2

Ten minutes later, Sarah, Zoey, and Diana furtively creaked the shed door open and peeked out into the surrounding neighborhood. Truth be told, they didn’t have much in the way of a plan other than “don’t get caught”.

Adam had been adamant about staying behind because if he got captured, they wouldn’t be able to operate the shelter. He also asked them for the contact info of their families so he could try and get in touch with them in the meantime. Sarah suspected he was just trying to save his own skin while staying snug and warm in the bunker. It was ... understandable, but her impression of him dropped slightly. He didn’t leave them completely without aid, though.

Sarah gripped the single-shot flare gun he had given her. This was a bit of a last resort as it wouldn’t really do much damage to anything and it would also have the minor inconvenience of alerting any and all nearby living beings to their exact location. Great if rescue workers were in the vicinity but not so great if the “sky jellyfish”, as Adam called them, were watching. Do they even see? How do their sensory organs work? Sarah was still fascinated by their anatomy. If she could just write a detailed thesis paper on them, her tenure would be secured for sure ... not that such things mattered much any more.

“Come on, girls, the coast is clear.” Sarah eased the door open and gingerly stepped outside, looking around the area. The other two shuffled out behind her, huddling close. They started making their way down the road, keeping to the side and ducking between shrubs and parked cars as they went.

“Hey, I don’t see any more of those creepy coleoids floating around,” Diana whispered. “Knock on wood, though, right?”

Sarah and Zoey blinked at her.

“What?” Diana stared back at them in confusion.

“‘Coleoids’?” Zoey exclaimed. “Since when do you use big words like that?”

“I guess you paid more attention in my classes than I gave you credit for.” Sarah said approvingly.

“See? I know things,” Diana proudly declared, smirking at the look on both of their faces and sticking out her modest chest. Now that Diana mentioned it, Sarah glanced around the skies and didn’t see any sign of the large sky jellies.

“Okay then, do you know why we still hear screaming and stuff despite those ‘coleoids’ not being here anymore?” Zoey retorted, continuing to scan the area as they swiftly but carefully moved down the street. Sarah heard them too. Sounds of panic were still erupting sporadically around the area, though the nearby streets and skies were empty. No aliens or humans in sight. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.

“Yeah ... that’s ... odd.” Sarah nervously agreed. Suddenly, she grabbed the girls and yanked them behind a parked van. “Shhhh! Get down!” She wildly covered their mouths while stifling her own breathing. The flustered girls pulled Sarah’s hands away and looked around with panicked faces.

“Wha-?” Diana gasped as her eyes went wide. Through the windows of the van she could make out ... SOMETHING ... lumbering along at the next intersection. Curiosity got the best of them and they all slowly peeked out at the thing. Zoey covered her own mouth this time and Diana fell backwards onto her butt in shock. Only Sarah had steeled herself to get a good look, having already glanced it before.

The thing was humanoid in appearance, but seemingly made up of countless fleshy tentacles the width of an arm. Nearly eight feet tall, It took deliberate, plodding steps that made very little noise despite its size.

What was most alarming, however, was what was inside its chest. A completely nude woman was embedded into its body as if being absorbed into a giant suit of tentacles. Her arms and legs were completely enclosed within the writhing mass. Her head was mostly covered as well, save for her mouth, which was filled with a pulsating tentacle that slowly worked its way in and out from between her lips. The rest of her body was completely exposed and several thin tendrils caressed her entrapped form all over.

Her DD breasts jiggled madly with each step it took, but were largely held in place by a pair of tentacles that were wrapped around the base of each tit, holding them taut and squeezing rhythmically. Two other transparent tentacles were busy aggressively suckling at her hard pink nipples that were clearly releasing copious amounts of milk. Small tendrils inside the sucking tentacles teased the hard nubs, swirling around each nipple with devilish speed. The milk was carried up through the tentacles and into the back of the “suit” out of sight. Sarah couldn’t tear her eyes off of it, but they did start to wander down the woman’s stomach and stopped on her sex.

The poor woman’s pussy was completely stuffed with three tentacles, frantically pumping in and out of the dripping hole at alternate speeds. Her love juices were sent splashing all over the street below as the thrashing rods mercilessly pounded her.

Two smaller feelers had grown out of the tentacles surrounding her hips and were caressing her swollen clit with impressive teamwork as one kept her clitoral hood peeled back while the other danced over her helplessly exposed love button. The slightly blurred appearance gave the impression that it was vibrating at high speeds as it pressed into her.

It was hard to tell from her vantage point, but Sarah also thought she saw yet another tentacle ravaging the woman’s behind, but with so many tentacles thrusting and writhing, it was hard to be sure.

Suddenly, the woman began to spasm and jerk against her bonds, weakly bucking her hips forward and letting out a muffled scream into the tentacle throat fucking her. The screams quickly devolved into moans. Her legs shook and a torrent of juices suddenly gushed from her abused cunt, coating the tentacles to make them even more slick as they continued to piston into her unabated.

Some of the liquid fell to the ground below, but most of it was caught in a bowl-shaped appendage positioned below her crotch and was quickly absorbed into the surrounding tentacles like a sponge. Sarah couldn’t even imagine just how intense of an orgasm that must have been. She sometimes saw spots just from her own small vibrator, so she shuddered in both fear and arousal watching the tormented woman.

After the woman began to calm down a bit, the human-alien monstrosity started to move as if to look around and scan the area. It stretched out a tentacled arm the size of a log and the woman’s fused arm moved in tandem. It wasn’t clear if she was controlling the “suit” or vice-versa.

Several smaller tentacles snaked out of the arm and began to weave around the nearby cars as if looking for prey. A sudden sharp intake of breath made Sarah turn around to see Zoey and Diana both staring wide-eyed at the side of the van, where the tip of one of the questing tentacles was slithering into view. It poked and prodded along the ground as it crept closer to their hiding spot.

Sarah urgently gestured for them to turn back down the way they had come, but as they pivoted to make their escape, Diana silently mouthed, “Oh fuck” as they saw another one of the hybrid creatures investigating a yard behind them.

This time, however, it was not a woman trapped inside the tentacles but a man. He was absorbed into the flesh in the same manner as the other captive and looked a little bit younger judging by his build - possibly a student from the college.

He drooled and groaned loudly as the tentacle filling his mouth seemed to intermittently pump orange goo into his throat, gushing out the side of his filled cheeks. Small tendrils playfully danced across his nipples, stroking them in an apparent attempt to draw milk from them. They were having much better luck milking the appendage between his restrained legs.

As the creature turned, the girls all stared as the man’s bulging balls swayed in the air and hit the side of the tentacle legs with a meaty smack. Sarah had seen plenty of testicles in her time, but these seemed notably larger than those in her memories. A small tentacle lurched out and wrapped itself around the base of his sack, squeezing his balls tight against the skin.

Another tentacle wound its way up his leg and the tip opened up like a flower to reveal countless small phalanges. It gently cupped around his straining balls and began to squeeze them while tickling at the tight sack. The renewed muted moans and cries of the man indicated that they knew exactly what they were doing.

Sarah saw Zoey blush madly and turn away, looking down at the ground, taking off her glasses as if to clean them. Diana, however, was unabashedly staring at the man’s crotch - and for good reason, as Sarah internally agreed that it was quite the show.

The man’s cock was fully erect and visible inside the translucent tentacle that engulfed the shaft. The outside of the tentacle pulsated and squeezed in rhythmic motions while an inner sleeve was rapidly stroking all six inches of his member.

Though the inside of the tentacle was filled with various juices, Sarah could still make out what looked like a series of spinning brush-like tendrils, aggressively polishing the sensitive tip of his penis. The man began to thrash his hips but quickly stopped as the tentacles’ grip on his balls tightened. He thrashed wildly as white cum suddenly pumped out of his cock and was hungrily swallowed up by the tentacle milking him.

The semen was seemingly deposited into a bulbous, transparent sac on the “head” of the creature. It sloshed as it moved, already containing nearly a gallon of spunk. Though the man had just spent his load, the insatiable tentacles didn’t let up for even a moment - in fact they almost seemed to start working even faster as if newly incensed.

Sarah had been told by some ex-boyfriends how intense post-orgasm stimulation could be. She had been curious at the time, but now, watching the man writhe and holler between pleasure and pain, she only felt pity.

Despite the inhuman horrors occurring around her, however, she could feel wetness begin to pool in her panties while her heartbeat quickened. She couldn’t believe she was aroused by this! But she wasn’t the only one. Diana, with her eyes still locked onto the man, was idly rubbing at the crotch of her yoga pants as if entranced. A dark stain was clearly beginning to seep around her fingers.

“What are we going to do?” Zoey whispered into Sarah’s ear, making her jump in surprise as she was snapped away from her lewd thoughts. Doing so, however, caused her to audibly bump her head against the underside of the van’s side view mirror, making her gasp in pain and clutch at her head. Immediately, the nearby tentacle, which had been slowly creeping past them, whipped around to face them.

The two girls clung to Sarah’s sides as she attempted to ready the flare gun. This seemed like the time to use it, but the pain in her head made it hard for her to focus, and her hands shook from fear. It didn’t seem as though the tentacle had confirmed their presence quite yet, despite being pointed in their direction, so she was determined to wait until the last possible moment before burning their only trump card.

The tentacle slithered within two feet of Zoey, forcing her to lift her arm out of the way as it felt around the area. She clenched her eyes as Sarah prepared to fire point-blank, when suddenly, a car loudly sped by them going at least 70 MPH. It hit the tentacle in the road like a speed bump, sending the appendage comedically tumbling away from Zoey.

The driver lost control of the vehicle for a moment due to the impact and swerved to avoid hitting the woman-hybrid. It barely missed her, skidding on two wheels, before slamming back down and picking up speed to continue down the road. The creature apparently had other plans for the vehicle.

As it drove away, her arm that wasn’t currently split into the many exploring tentacles rocketed out towards the fleeing car, stretching out incredibly far and easily latching onto the side of it. Huge tentacles burst from the thick arm and wrapped around the vehicle, easily lifting it into the air as the tires whirred in an attempt to gain traction.

Screams were heard from within and more tentacles smashed through the car windows, roughly extracting a struggling young couple. Their efforts to free themselves didn’t last long. Still high in the air, more tentacles split off of the main arm and wrapped around their limbs, splaying both the man and woman out into spread eagle positions. It looked like the man was about to say something to his partner but a thick tentacle suddenly stuffed itself into his open mouth before he could get a word out.

The woman cried out in terror, and another tentacle took that opportunity to force its way into her throat. Both of their cheeks suddenly ballooned and they made gurgling choking sounds as orange slime gushed out of the tentacles and into their stomachs. In no time at all, their faces reddened and their eyes seemed glazed over. A tent could be seen in the man’s gray sweatpants and something started dripping down the woman’s legs.

Could these creatures possess some sort of powerful aphrodisiac? Sarah wondered. She often scoffed at the giggling questions asked by her students about such substances, always assuring them that aphrodisiacs like what they see on internet porn ads simply don’t exist. But now she wasn’t so sure.

The tentacles continued their work on the captive couple as several smaller tendrils branched out and began to explore over and under their clothes. The tentacles squirmed under the man’s tight shirt and violently burst it into tatters, revealing a toned, hairless chest. The tendrils were having a harder time of it with his stretchy sweatpants, so they simply wrapped around the elastic waistband and yanked them down where they hung between his bound legs. Small tentacles lashed out at the fabric, the tips of which vibrated at incredible speeds. They brushed against the sweatpants and cut through them like butter as they fell onto the street.

Several tentacles had already slithered up the legs of his gray boxer briefs and were clearly playing with the bulge within. Like with his shirt before, the tentacles suddenly flexed and caused the underwear to explode off, revealing his impressive eight-inch erection that was already being relentlessly masturbated by the slippery tentacles.

His legs were pried even further apart, giving easy access to his puckered starfish, which a thick appendage eagerly filled, pumping back and forth while oozing slime to further lube his tight hole. He came in seconds. His hot cum erupted from his twitching cock and flew through the air, splattering onto the face of his partner positioned below him.

She wasn’t getting it any less. She only wore a green sundress and the tentacles made short work of it. They ripped it from her body with a violent tug, revealing a cotton-white bra that cupped firm, C-cup breasts. She wore matching white panties with a little pink bow on the front, which were already completely soaked from her gushing womanhood. The outline of her mound was clearly visible against the wet fabric and it became completely visible as the tentacles ripped the thin garment from her crotch.

The appendages spread her legs out as far as they could go, making her smoothly shaved pussy gape obscenely. The morning sun glistened off of her moist inner lips. More tentacles didn’t waste much time filling both her holes, covered in thick mucus that made it easy to invade her most intimate places. A small portion of the tentacle plowing her cunt broke away and started to flick at her exposed, stiff clitoris, causing the woman to moan even louder.

As her sex and ass got worked over, two small tentacles found their ways to her bra cups, grasping the fabric on either side and then yanking away, causing the garment to rip clean in half. Her plump, juicy tits burst into full view and began to bounce up and down in time to the thick rods slamming into her from below. Her cherry red nipples immediately got even harder than they already were as the cool autumn air hit them.

The tendrils that had just removed her last bastion of dignity now wrapped around each nipple. They alternated pulling and pushing on the tender flesh, making her boobs stretch and squish with each motion. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she spasmed in orgasmic bliss, her juices endlessly splashing into pools on the ground.

Sarah and the girls watched breathlessly as the couple was stripped and raped by the tentacles. However, the still throbbing pain in her head helped Sarah to return to her senses. She realized that the female alien monster that had been blocking their path ahead now had its attention focused on the two helpless captives. This was their only chance.

“Go go go!” Sarah whispered while grabbing the arms of the girls. They stumbled out into the street behind the distracted creature and ducked behind the cars on the other side of the road. They swiftly maneuvered forward and away from the terrifying events behind them to gain as much distance as possible. Sarah, however, couldn’t resist taking a glance back. For science. She only got a brief look, but she could see the two cumming humans being slowly sucked into the bulging tentacle arm and out of sight. Only the man’s dick and the woman’s tits were now visible, peeking out from between the pulsating tentacles while still being sucked and teased. Sarah gulped thinking about how close they had come to likely sharing that fate.

They carefully made their way up the street, dodging a few more of the hybrid creatures by slipping through yards and behind fences. No one spoke a word. They were too occupied with mentally replaying the impossible images they had just witnessed. Until finally,

“This is it,” Zoey croaked, looking up at the fancy house next to them. The small mansion would have been gorgeous if not for the gaping hole in the side. The shattered timbers and pipes hung loosely and debris littered the grass. The group stepped over the destroyed poles of an iron fence and moved to hide behind a garden shed. “D-do you think it’s safe to call him... ?” Zoey asked the others. Diana and Sarah looked around opposite sides of the neighborhood. Everything seemed clear.

“Do it,” Sarah nodded. “But be quick. We don’t know when more of those things might show up.”

“I’ll keep a look out over here,” Diana whispered, slinking to the other side of the yard where she hunkered behind a precisely-trimmed shrub. This gave her visuals on Sarah’s blind spots. Sarah regretted having mentally labeled the girl as somewhat of a lost cause before all this started. It was clear that she had wits and a calm mind when needed. If only she had applied those to her studies. Sarah sighed as she watched Zoey call her brother again. He picked up quickly.

“Z-Zo?” Sarah could hear a guy’s voice coming through the phone. “What are you doing? Didn’t I tell you not to contact me until we were sure it was safe? Those things that took mom and dad could still be out there!”

“Yeah, well, we’re here outside and it sure looks safe enough to me,” said Zoey, rolling her eyes.

“What do you mean, ‘here’!? Don’t tell me you put yourself in danger to -” A face suddenly appeared at one of the upstairs windows and looked down at them. “What were you thinking!?” He chastised. “And who are you with!? Is that Diana? God, Zo, you need to think before you act one of these days!”

“Shut up!” She spat back. “Get your butt down here! Now isn’t the time for one of your little power trips! We need to get back to the shelter!”

“Shelter? What are you talking about?”

“I’ll explain on the way, just hurry up!” Zoey did little to hide the annoyance in her voice. Seemingly shaken by the tone of his usually timid sister, Steven relented.

“Y-yeah. Of course! I’ll be right there. Just let me grab a few things.”

“Things? Stevie we don’t have time for ... aaaand he hung up,” Zoey grunted in frustration. “I really don’t know how to handle him sometimes. God, it makes you wonder which of us is really the older sibling.” Sarah wasn’t too sure what she meant by this, having assumed that “Stevie” was a younger brother seeing as he still lived at home. A few minutes later though, the front door slowly swung open to reveal the truth.

Zoey’s brother came out of the house, ducking down while slinging a stuffed backpack over his shoulder and carrying a large, black rectangular case at his side. He was clearly at least several years older than Zoey, with a slightly patchy attempt at a beard and dark bags under his eyes. He wore bleached-white skinny jeans and a zipped hoodie sporting some logo that Sarah wasn’t familiar with.

Despite his tired appearance, he wasn’t unattractive. He shared Zoey’s golden blonde hair - done up into a style popular with the boys these days - along with her striking blue eyes. His body was lean and his face was well-cut, giving him a somewhat nerdy, yet cute appearance. Dang some people have all the luck, Sarah complained in her head. Born into money and good genes. She was pretty confident in her own appearance, but she spent a lot of her free time working out to maintain that figure.

“You brought that with you!?” Zoey said in an exasperated voice as she gestured at the unmarked case her brother carried. “What are you thinking!?”

“I’m thinking it’s always best to be prepared with several options,” he replied, matter-of-factly. “Stop griping and let’s go. You were the one who was telling me to hustle. Anyway, who’s this hot babe?” He said, glancing over at Sarah who was still crouched next to Zoey. She was taken aback at the straightforwardness of his words and dumbly watched as Zoey smacked him over the head. “Ow! What was that for!?”

“This WOMAN is professor Cassidy. She happens to be my favorite professor from school, dickhead. So show her some respect!” Zoey angrily growled, raising her hand as if threatening to slap him again. Sarah continued to be nonplussed. She was shocked to hear Zoey use that sort of language and also touched to learn that she was her favorite teacher. She cleared her throat and held out a hand to him.

“No worries,” she smiled at Steven. “I know we’re going through quite a bit of stress right now, so emotions can run a tad high.” He meekly took her hand and shook it.

“Steven,” he said. “A pleasure. Hopefully this young one hasn’t been causing too much trouble in your class.” Zoey rolled her eyes yet again.

“We can save the detailed introductions for when we are safely back in the bunker.” Sarah replied, getting to her feet.

“Oh yeah, you mentioned something about that. A bunker, huh?” Steven scratched his disorderly whiskers. “Who would have thought someone around here would have something like that? Especially a lady like you.”

“Uh, no, it’s not mine,” Sarah corrected him. “It was made by another professor at the university.”

“Cool,” he nodded approvingly. “Can’t wait to see it. Let’s get a move on, then!”

“Yeah, yeah, just quiet down, would you?” Zoey hissed at him. “There are ... things out here that we don’t want finding us.”

“Y-you mean things like that!?” He stammered, falling over onto his rear and pointing over the shed behind the two women.

“Eh... ?” Sarah began to turn around and saw Diana sprinting towards them from across the yard.

“Run run run! It knows you’re there! Go!” She waved her arms as she ran towards them. “I tried to warn you quietly but you didn’t notice! Fuck!”

As realization struck, Sarah and Zoey dove away from the shed just as a large pillar of tentacles smashed it to pieces, sending Steven tumbling backwards. Over the top of the shrubs surrounding the yard, the same female-hybrid from earlier could be seen extending its disgusting arm towards them.