A Leroy's Tentacle Encounter
"Geraba chootah! Naga bootiFA: " The stranger to the area stared up at the sky, growling as rain began to fall. He looked around, his eyes falling on the destruction his crash-landing wrought on the jungle. They lit up with glee as he scanned the mile-long furrow in the ground, stories-tall trees snapped and fallen like blades of grass as animals screeched and cried in their escape. However, the glee was lost as the experiment's eyes fell onto the wreckage of the craft he had escaped in. The engines had been knocked off in the crash, large gashes torn in the hull by boulders and stumps, and smoke billowed from the cockpit as fire slowly consumed the craft. "Chootah."
The Leroys had all escaped at once, but their numbers had been whittled, captured and caught by the military of the United Galactic Federation. The lone Leroy stranded on a isolated jungle world had only just escaped a contingent of marines, taking a craft from a parking garage under a hail of plasma rounds. One lucky shot disabled his navigation array, and the jump to hyperdrive was blind. Not all was lost to the Leroy, as he scurried to find shelter from the rain, leaves held over his head. He had spotted a cave on re-entry, and a small spaceport was on the other side of the planet. He could still escape.
The dwop-dwop-dwop of dripping water within the cave was the first thing the Leroy noticed as he scurried into the cave. It was silent. A silence punctuated by only steady plunks as drips fell into puddles, into pools along a narrow rock path. It was strange to the Leroy, as he sniffed the stale air. The cave was completely empty as far as he could tell, no echolocating animals or scurrying of insects was to be heard. A clap of thunder behind him caused him to jump a little, and he quickly hissed at the storm behind him. It was beginning to pick up, winds were beginning to whip up debris and the rain quickly intensified. Snorting in contempt, Leroy journeyed further into the cave. At least he could stay dry, even if there was nothing to eat.
An hour and a mile into the cave, a soft glow ahead caught the Leroy's attention. There was no sound, no tell-tale sound of machinery, no hum of electronics, nothing that would signify an intelligent presence within the cavern he was currently exploring. The air, however, began to smell strange. He had long gotten used to the musty scent of still air, and this scent was new, like a waft of it had been directed straight at him. He clambered into the room the glow was centered in, and saw a strange medusa-head of a...well he wasn't sure what it was. Vines, or tentacles, covered the walls, emanating from a central rounded root with a strange, ribbed knob on the top. Small bulbs covering the tentacles glowed pale yellows and blues, and the organism itself was a pale orange color. Thin, scraggly roots covered the floor, slowly but surely excavating the cave as the organism sought minerals to sustain itself. The Leroy took a step forward, attracting the attention of a lone tentacle, a small worm of flesh that rose off the ground as if it was reaching for him. The Leroy grinned and grabbed the tentacle, intent on making himself a lunch of whatever this creature was. The tentacle flailed weakly in his grip before flopping onto his arm. He growled and grasped it with another paw, but found he couldn't release his grip. The tentacle was beginning to secrete a sticky fluid, and the more he struggled the more the fluid worked into his fur. As he grappled with what rightly should be his food, more tentacles rushed to subdue their attacker, snaring his legs and second set of arms. The smell of the organism intensified as the room rumbled to life, clouding the Leroy's mind and weakening him, and he quickly lost consciousness as he was bound up.
An unknown length of time passed. The Leroy awoke with a start, panicked. He couldn't move his arms, his legs, they were in the grasp of strong thick tentacles as smaller ones snaked their way across his body. Moreover, he was uncomfortable, and growing moreso by the minute. He looked around, panicked, and realized he was in the center of the room. That meant the mass, the warmth in his rear...He looked down as best as he could. He was on the central root of the organism, and the knob was firmly lodged in his rear. Worse, it was leaking the same sticky substance, tickling his tunnel as it began to swell, stretching him wide and pushing deep into him. A small tentacle worked it's way to the Leroy's slit, forcing it's way inside before two, three more joined it. He groaned in frustration and in lust, unable to move as he was taken advantage of by this strange monster.
It was embarrassing. Whatever the creature was doing to him, he couldn't resist it. He felt his rear slowly, surely swelling, stretching beyond it's normal limits as his penis swelled to full length, his entire groin engulfed in a tightness, a heat as he began to lose his will to resist. The small tentacles were wriggling in his slit, sliding further in as two of the thicker tentacles snaked around his shaft, coiling and uncoiling as they began to grip and pump at the length. Leroy struggled again, he was absolutely covered in the strange, sweet-smelling vines, the hugging grip and warmth both immobilizing and exciting the experiment. He found himself opening his mouth, salivating as a large tentacle began to rub against his lips, and- he shook his head. He couldn't believe he had almost let that thing into his mouth, that he wanted it in his mouth, that he could picture himself suckling, nursing the strange fluid from it. He was awoken from his protesting thoughts to find he already was, and that he hadn't simply imagined the soft, peach-flesh texture of the tentacle on his tongue, or the way it settled just right in his mouth. The fluid was changing flavors, too. While at first a bitter, thick syrup, barely palatable to say the least, it was becoming less viscous, and downright delicious. All thoughts of protest were gone as the Leroy abandoned sanity, leaning his head forward to drink down more of the delicious nectar, the tentacles wrapping him tighter in their embrace.
Time passed as the Leroy continued to drink from the tentacle in his mouth, fluid coating him as the tentacles continued to wrap, to squeeze, to mold. The knob inside him had stopped growing, and as his body absorbed the goo it provided him, he changed. The fluid was permeating his individual cells, altering his DNA, altering his cells, altering everything about him. For example, it had been several hours since he had entered the trance, and while he had been receiving the affections and ministrations of the creature he had yet to cum. His shaft had swollen further, taking on a slight ribbed texture as it darkened to a deep orange, light blue spots along the sides were just beginning to glow, but it's sensitivity had only increased. His body was soft and slowly flowing under the guide, the pull of the tentacles. His fur was slowly being patted into his skin, absorbed as he went from the red of a Leroy to the orange of the tentacle-creature. His ears were lengthened, and flopped down behind him as they slowly gained mass, gained muscle. His antennae flailed slightly, having gone from their rigid bent form to soft tentacles that had yet to reach their full size.
He pulled his head away from the tentacle, chuckling weakly as a tentacle in his mouth curled outwards, wrapping around the retreating vine...that was when it hit him.
He could taste the tentacle he had just been suckling on.
The second tentacle was his tongue.
Leroy panicked. He could hardly move, but he struggled again. He had to get free, to escape. He growled, but only just, unable to make more than slight noises as his body continued changing. As he struggled, the knob within him shifted, and immediately he stopped. He felt relaxed again. He could feel the knob within him growing warmer, growing softer as it fused with the walls of his rear, and his tail-nub began to wag softly. A coolness settled across him, and he only giggled as he watched the tentacles mold him, making him theirs. A tentacle slid into his mouth again and he eagerly sucked on it, his shaft swelling into the shape of the original knob as he relaxed, now fully aware of each changing sensation within him. Small tentacles were caressing his paws, first pushing the digits together like clay, smoothing them into a single cup before larger tentacles began working from there up his arms and legs, the kinks and joints of the experiment becoming the smooth, featureless tentacles he was falling in love with. He felt more comfortable, more light, as his tail sank into the flesh of the root below him, and slowly he began to feel more touches, not upon just him, but the touch of every tentacle on each other. This new flood of sensory information was all it took, and he came.
His penis- no, the penis of the tentacles twitched, arcing a mixture of the Leroy's cum and the organism's delectable fluids into the air, coating the new centerpiece of the mass of vines. The Leroy sighed weakly, his eyes closing as his mind began to fade. No, not fade, he thought. He was joining this wonderful creature, body mind and soul, and it had no use for his individuality, for his senses, for an experiment. It needed him, the molecules and proteins of his body. It had been starving, alone in the cave, and needed food. It also needed his sentience, his ability to reason and plan. There would be no way for it to survive if it could not think to find a new food source.
As strong tentacles, his former ears and antennae, began to smooth the face and body of the Leroy into the central root of the creature, he sighed two soft words of thanks for the pleasure before he was lost to the flesh, the will of the creature. The creature assimilated him in the truest sense, transmuting what it did not need while adapting the best traits of the mysterious visitor who so willingly gave itself over. It remembered it had never had any visitors before. It was stronger now, larger, and as the experiment's mind joined the weak hive-mind of the mass of tentacles, it gained awareness. It gained programming, the destructive programming of the former experiment, and the tentacles began to dig into the rock with a renewed vigor, for the first time in life having a plan. It had a new name and a new purpose, to honor the visitor that saved it from starvation. The creature began to study the new information it had. The technology of the crashed ship, while interesting, would serve little purpose for now. However, the city on the other side of the planet would have the means to spread the wonder of the new Leroy to the rest of the galaxy.