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Ambrose took great passion in his research, never allowing a single break in his concentration when he was out in the field. He tore through the countryside relentlessly, carved samples out of every nook and cranny, hungry to learn everything there was to know about everything. If it was worth something, he’d sell it. If not, it would get a label and a spot within his many, many, [i]many[/i] drawers of specimens which lined his office from wall to wall. Always the busy man, when he wasn’t behind the counter bartering prices, he was bent over a book and/or scouring the wilderness for something new.

That’s what brought him into some random, dark cave out in the middle of the forest. Recently discovered and still unmapped, he had all but flew into it the moment he found out it existed. New caves meant new resources and potential discovery. The few flora and fauna still undocumented in his scrap book were all cave dwellers in that region. Every other hollow had been rummaged except this one. If he was lucky, he’d cross a moss or a fungus off the list. If he was really lucky, he might find an animal like a blind salamander. The possibilities were slim, but more than enough to have him trekking through the moist limestone hollow with just a handheld carbide lamp to light the way.

It was cold in there, the heat of spring kept at bay by a thick carapace of limestone. Moisture slicked the floor and trickled from the ceiling, dragging down a storm of stalactites, their stalagmite twins piling on the ground, waiting to conjoin into a column. He kept a jacket on to keep warm. His lithe, athletic frame was kept hunched to avoid hitting his head on a stalactite. Curly, blonde hair wiggled and waved out of his scalp. It was tied in a ponytail which would scrape the stalactites he ducked his head under. Adorning his sharp features was a spiked, blonde goatee and a pair of red circular glasses. Elvish ears stood out from the flanks of his head with astute points. They suffered the understimulation of a lifeless cave, the only sounds coming from the constant drip of moisture.

It bothered him none. Whatever he was going to find wouldn’t be making any noise. He kept his attention on the cave in front of him where his lamp illuminated an eerie picture: shadows dancing about the topography, glistening columns, and sharp stalagmites. He swept his eyes through every facet, ready for the sign that something, anything, was worth finding in that cave. He’d scoured multiple sections of it and found nothing, but he didn’t lose hope. He went deeper still, prepared to peer into the smallest notch in the wall if it meant making even the most minor discovery.

Ambrose hit a wall, literally. The cave came to an abrupt stop, its deepest point materializing in front of him suddenly. It was in an opening big enough for him to stand up in. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all surprisingly smooth like something had come in and worn everything down. One his left and on his right was nothing but more wall, confirming he’d hit a dead end.

“Dammit,” he hissed. His voice sounded loud in the silence of the grotto. [i]That can’t be the end of the cave. I was told it was the start of a whole system![/i] Apparently not. Maybe he’d taken a wrong turn. All he had to do was turn around and head in another direction. And risk getting lost in here, he thought grimly. [i]That’s not how I’d rather spend this expedition, starving to death in this cave.[/i] But the drive to find even the smallest thing was strong, just to make the trip worth it. He sighed. [i]Maybe I should track my way back to the entrance and start over that way, just to be safe.[/i] He turned around. [i]If this cave does have something for me it’ll-[/i]

He saw something moving in the distance. It was caught in the light of his lamp, just a few yards away near the center of the cave. It recoiled like an injured worm, slithering about the floor and around the stalagmites to escape the glow. Ambrose only got a glimpse, but he recognized the dark violet tendrils of a Eurycean Sloss Monster. His heart shot into his throat. The lamp nearly fell out of his hands. The beam of light it emitted vibrated about the cave as his hand shook. He stood frozen, eyes wide behind his glasses, air trapped in his lungs.

Then a big, goofy grin split his face. [i]Jackpot![/i] Forget a blind salamander or some forgettable moss. This is what he was looking for. This was a biologist’s wet dream. He’d only read about them in books. Some people didn’t believe they existed. [i]No Sloss Monster can grow that big,[/i] they would say. It made sense. Most Sloss Monsters were only a few feet across, sporting no more than a dozen tentacles. But what Ambrose just saw was a hell of a lot bigger than just a few feet across. That fleshy purple color was unmistakable and the way it moved was too real to replicate. [i]Oh, they’re real alright, and I’m inside a cave with one. If what I’ve read about them is true…[/i]

The thought had him buzzing with excitement. He had to stifle a childlike giggle with his hand. [i]Let’s test some animal behavior, shall we?[/i] Ambrose cleared his throat and stood upright. He spoke aloud, “Well, this sucks. Nothing in here for me to find. Might as well turn around, now.” He marched towards the center of the cave where he’d seen the tentacles. Coming upon the exact spot he noticed the thickish purple slime that was caked around the limestone, glistening among the moisture. Shining his light elsewhere revealed more of it in places where he hadn’t seen the monster. [i]How did I not notice that? It blends in with the surface so well.[/i] He didn’t let it distract him too much, though he made a mental note to collect some of it after his little experiment was complete.

He made another rather loud announcement. “Gosh, this cave sure is dark. I hope I can find my way out.” While slowly walking forward he kept his ear turned behind him. Beneath the cave’s breath he could hear the slimy slither of multiple appendages approaching him. A smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. [i]Let’s see what happens, shall we?[/i] His right toe clipped the heel of his left boot, catapulting him forward. “Oops!” He plummeted to his knees and plopped his chest down on the floor, face down, ass up. He let the lamp scatter out of his grip, careful not to let it break. It rattled across the cave floor before coming to a halt against the root of a stalagmite where its light aimed unhelpfully away from him.

Ambrose was plunged into darkness. Looking behind him he saw nothing but black, the dots and hues of his vision swimming about. “Oh God! I can’t get up!” he declared with vaudevillian fright. “My foot is stuck! I’m trapped!” In the silence that followed his theatrics hummed that sound of a creature’s approach. He heard the first squelch, throwing the beat of his heart into a frenzy. Ambrose made sure his hind end was high up in the air by scooting his knees as close to his chest as he could bring them.

“[i]What are you doing?[/i]” rumbled a deep, throaty voice out of the black. It had no source but the cave itself, radiating through the air and thrumming it with a baritone timbre.

Ambrose gulped. [i]Holy shit. It sounds enormous.[/i] His eyes darted around, feigning shock. “What? Who said that?”

“[i]Don’t play stupid with me, human.[/i]” The voice loomed closer, so too did its limbs wriggle forth. He heard the squish of their writhing just inches away from his face. “[i]You’re not stuck. Your legs are free to bring you out of this place.[/i]” Ambrose felt something brush his ankle through the sock, making him jolt.

Excitement rippled through him. “I’m sorry, dear Sloss Monster. I’m just a little lost. If you’d help a little helpless creature like me, I’d be in your debt.” Ambrose reached out into the yonder darkness where he heard the monster slithering. “You’ll help me, right?”

Silence for a moment. The monster answered. “[i]Yes, I’ll help you.[/i]” There came a rise in volume as the creature slithered closer, every limb moving at once until finally he felt its slimy caress around his wrists and ankles. Turgid tentacle flesh coiled around his limbs and tightened. Ambrose heard the muscles strain as the pressure on his limbs grew just short of being painful. A pitiful squeak seeped through his lips as his cheeks started to blush. “[i]I’ll help you out of these clothes, slut.[/i]”

Ambrose’s legs were pulled out behind him, snapping his body into an X shape. His joints came straight, fit to break apart. An excited shout blew out of him. “[i]Ahh![/i] Haha! Ahhh…” The floor fell away beneath him as the tentacles lifted him into the air. He was flipped around to face the ceiling then turned upright. His fists clenched nervously, but he didn’t resist. He could already feel his penis stiffening inside his slacks, stuffing itself against the cup of his underwear and tenting it. “Oh, have mercy on me, Mr. Monster~” he said into the void. “Let me go, and I’ll leave you be.”

“[i]Too late for that, human.[/i]” Out of the darkness glowed a million tiny lights, pinpricks in the veil which let through an alien, purple color. They glowed brighter, eventually illuminating the many tentacles which wound about the floor and held onto Ambrose. Soon the entire cave was doused in that gothic violet, and Ambrose was truly introduced to the Stross Monster. The main body did not present itself, hidden somewhere deeper in the limestone. What it did reveal was a platoon of long, powerful tentacles as thick as Ambrose’s thigh and thinning to the tip at a breadth as much as his two fingers. The skin was constellated by those many tiny purple lights, bedazzling his sunglasses and the moisture on the walls. More of those fleshy appendages wormed their way towards Ambrose, as though their origins were from the walls themselves.

Ambrose’s scientist side was screaming nigh as loudly as his horny side. He had to bite his lip just to keep himself from giggling like an idiot. [i]So incredible! This has to be at least 10 tonnes! It’s even bigger in person! And so strong~[/i] He tested the monster’s grip on his limbs by pulling at it. He could budge only an inch in any direction before he was forced still. There wasn’t any point in trying, but where was the fun in not being a brat? “What are you gonna do to me, Mr. Monster?”

Down the center of the floor crawled a single tentacle towards Ambrose. The tip lifted towards him inquisitively and laid itself on the inside of his left calf where it made a slow rise towards his groin. “[i]I think you already know, you dirty slut.[/i]” The appendage made it to his groin where it brushed past his budding erection. The tip hooked into the beltline and pulled hard. It scraped its way down his skin along with his underwear, stopping just below the bottom cusp of his haunches. Out flopped his pecker, the ruddy head poking out of his foreskin. His pale, chubby buttocks felt the cave’s humid chill. The monster creeped the tentacle up his jacket and shirt, sliming its way around his tummy with a succulent body heat and lurid ichor. It hooked back down to his crotch, came through that sandy bush of pubes, then wrapped a tight circle around the root of Ambrose’s junk, choking his cock and balls together. “[i]You’re eager to get fucked, aren’t you?[/i]”

A shivering gasp sucked into Ambrose’s lungs, filling them with the cool moisture of the atmosphere. “[i]Uhhh-uhhhh-uhhh…[/i]” That monstrous mucous was like an electric current to his loins, igniting every nerve and fiber. His inner thighs started to vibrate. Just a few throbs of his cock muscle and it was erect, stabbing out of the monster’s gummy grip, shiny with its product. “[i]Y-y-yes sir. Hahhhh…[/i]”

A purr of satisfaction rumbled through the air. “[i]Mmmmmm, that’s what I thought, dirty whore.[/i]” The tentacle around Ambrose’s manhood began to coil and uncoil. With each squeeze came more of that translucent slime now oozing off Ambrose’s pecker and plipping onto the floor below. While the human gasped and whimpered his delight there came two more tentacles, one from the front, one from behind. Ambrose did not know it was there until it was dipping into the front of his collar, down his jacket and shirt. The one behind him did the same and very suddenly pulled away from each other.

[i]RRRRIIIIIIIP![/i]

The fabric of his garments came apart like rice paper, the zipper and buttons of his jacket unraveling irreparably. They fell about his nude form in a storm of tatters and loose threads. His pants suffered the same treatment, and all that was left to cover him were the boots on his feet and the dozens of tattoos scattered across the right side of his torso and arm. The two tentacles applied themselves to his back and his tummy, whipping this way and that until a thin film of slime coated his trunk. The tips tickled his ribcage something awful, making him jerk and giggle. “Ah! Haha! Mmm… Huh!”

“[i]Look at you squirm. Pathetic.[/i]” The monster crawled one tentacle up his back, drooped it over his shoulder, then hooked it around Ambrose’s neck. It formed two whole loops and tightened just short of choking him. Ambrose’s pulse hammered at the appendage. It was just one notch away from snuffing the hapless human. With his mouth agape in a struggle for air, the tentacle caressed his cheeks. It swerved its way up to his visor, knocking his glasses off and sending them clattering to the floor. Ambrose felt its warmth bless itself across his visage. Finally, it found his gaping mouth and teased its way inside, gently rimming his upper lip and pulling at it. Ambrose huffed his breath at it, begging for entry. “[i]Oh yes. You are a vile little thing, aren’t you?[/i]”

Ambrose tried gulping, but his throat could barely maneuver within the monster’s vice. “[i]Uck… Yes sir…[/i]” There was still the slither and stroke around his penis milking him for several pleasant sensations. Joining the slough and ooze of slime was his own glassy drool of precum from his cock tip. The choke of oxygen only compounded his delight. His voice quivered and moaned. “[i]Huhhh… It feels… Good. Hahhh…[/i]”

“[i]Nnnnn, I know it does.[/i]” The monster dragged its tentacle up Ambrose’s abs and found his chest. There were his two beady nipples, already diamond hard from all the stimulation. They suffered the brunt of the monster’s attention when it began circling them. The purplish goo was lathered across his chest, that blissful warmth trickling down the slopes of his tummy and electrifying his nipples. The monster gave one a tweak with his tip, and Ambrose moaned.

“[i]Huhhhhh~[/i]”

A throaty chuckle from the monster. “[i]Good little slut.[/i]” Joining the tentacle was another one. It provided love to Ambrose’s other nipple by rapidly flicking the tip. Tiny flecks of slime whipped through the air as the human’s pec jiggled and quivered to the beat of such wild shakes. That got a rise out of Ambrose whose mouth opened even wider. He squirmed within the monster’s grasp, his limbs pulling and punching this way and that as a torturous delight blossomed through his body. Another hard clench of his cock muscle let loose a glob of precum. It fell down onto the floor where a veritable puddle of goop had accumulated among the debris of his ruined clothes.

In the middle of it all there slithered another tentacle, this one coming from behind Ambrose. There was no hope of hearing or seeing it even as it began to crane itself upwards towards Ambrose’s hindquarters. The monster pulled his legs at a wider ankle, parting his buttocks and exposing that smooth inner canyon and the puckered crater at its center. Ambrose was made aware of the invading tentacle when it was already tickling the under curve of his haunch and slowly guiding its way towards his backdoor. At once Ambrose stopped struggling. His open mouth formed an eager smile and he let himself relax. [i]Here we go~![/i]

“[i]That’s it, my little fuck thing. Here it comes.[/i]” The tentacle pressed into Ambrose’s pucker, squelching the slime between his cheeks and having it ooze down the taint and back sack. That taut ring of wrinkled muscle caved in slightly before gently dilating around the invasive appendage. The tentacle choking Ambrose tickled his wincing face as its twin dug itself deeper into him, eventually finding home in his backside where it was tight and warm. “[i]Mmmmmmmm,[/i]” hummed the monster. “[i]Tight.[/i]”

Tight indeed. Sharp squeals of delight belted out of Ambrose. “[i]Ah! Ah! Ah! Huhhhh…[/i]” The monster pulled his arms forward and held his legs up so that he was bent over in mid-air. The tentacle drilling into his backside was afforded a better angle and took advantage, squeezing its way deeper into his portal until his spongy boy spot was crushed upon, spiking his delight into the stratosphere. A girlish moan was ready to belt out of him until it was cut off by a tight squeeze around the neck. “[i]Huuuuuhhhhh-uck![/i]” A few whimpers and some wheezes escaped him, each one generated by the continuous drive into his sorely gaped boy pussy.

It wormed as deep as it could go, its core of muscles flexing and contracting against the ardent clench of Ambrose’s walls. Every pulse was like a hammer to Ambrose’s prostate, juicing him for a long, glassy thread of precum which connected his cock to the slime-ridden floor. The tentacle’s brethren did not forget about the rest of him. They flicked his nipples, clutched at his throat, and jerked his cock. Besides his asshole, there was another orifice to fill. The tentacle choking him and squishing around his face darted into his open mouth, smothering his moans into muffled silence.

“[i]-uuuuuhhh-Ulfff![/i]” His cheeks inflated around the tentacle as it jimmied its way past his tongue and down his gullet. Hot, metallic slime flooded his senses. Molten warmth bled down his esophagus. The tentacle squirmed itself around and began to throb. Squirsh. Squirsh. Squirsh. Ambrose’s eyes rolled back into his head. He let his jaw go slack, submitting to the monster’s whim and savoring every deep thrust into his body. It came from both directions, plugging both ends. The cave, once peaceful, now echoed with the sound of squelching flesh and squirting ichor. That turgid rod of gummy tentacle rammed into his tail hole. The meat of the tentacle shook with each impact as did the gelatinous flesh of Ambrose’s two plump butt cheeks. The one in his throat showed less regard for his limits, sliding further and further into his alimentary until he felt it would conjoin with its sodomizing twin.

“[i]Hrnnghhhh, yes…[/i]” growled the monster. Even his intimidating voice carried the weight of pleasure. The sight of the nude human being plugged by its limbs was satisfying, almost as much as his supple flesh choking two of its tentacles. It fucked him harder, parting the glutes with the girth of its tentacle. The grip on Ambrose’s cock turned into something just short of suffocating. The two that flicked his nipples had wrapped themselves around his trunk to hold him in place. Harder and deeper the monster fucked him, exhilarating itself on the human, a luxury it had not enjoyed in so long.

Ambrose himself had never experienced something so ethereal. The strike of monster flesh, a coat of slime, loving heat, wrathful strength, a tug on his cock, a plug in his throat, and above all else an ardent chug into his ass. His gunk-soaked body floated on air, every sensation piling onto his ecstasy. The tentacle going down his throat muted what would’ve been guttural screams of delight. He felt his pleasure swelling in his backside and in his loins, ready to spew out of him in a faucet of cum like he’d never released. He prayed the monster would spare him some of the same and in a quantity unimaginable.

He needn’t wait long. The lights which dotted the tentacles grew brighter. The monster grumbled. “[i]Hrngghhh… Here I cum, little slut. Yes~![/i]” With a vainglorious growl the monster heaved one last time into Ambrose’s gut, the trigger of what was a biblical cum flood. The first throb nearly ripped Ambrose in half. That single spurt was like a blast from a firehose, just one wallop of spunk barreling into his innards and filling him to the stomach. A wave traveled down the tentacle, starting at the root and disappearing into Ambrose’s ass where it unloaded another cum rope. It was followed by another, then another, each one announced by a hearty crunch of monster flesh. [i]Squirsh! Squirsh! Squirsh![/i]

That was enough for Ambrose. His own orgasm started spewing out of him in a series of ropes like thin twine compared to the flood which piled inside of him. A brain-melting surge of pure euphoria hit his mind and body, the epicenter rippling out from the thunderstorm in his loins. His wail of delight was cut off until the tentacle in his mouth pulled out suddenly. He gasped for air, only to get smacked in the face by a wallop of cum. He shut his eyes but kept his mouth open to catch each pearl of batter which the monster vandalized his face with. More of it gurgled out of his throat and squirted out of his butt as his body reached its limit.

The last droplet oozed out onto his face, and the monster was done with him. It slithered out of his bum, uncorking a torrent of seed which belched forth rather rudely. [i]Plblbbtthhh.[/i] It hit the floor with a smack, the resulting puddle connected to Ambrose’s bum by an ivory column of jizzum. A limp, drunken Ambrose was lowered onto the floor and unraveled from. He lay among the detritus of clothes and breeding, that thickish sex product still blossoming into a pool between his thighs. Slowly, the purple lights started to dim.

“[i]Come again, sometime, traveler,[/i]” purred a voice in the distance. “[i]Feel free to collect my seed as a sample. I know it will add to your collection. Until next time, my little slut~[/i]” The lights faded to nothing. The only light left was the carbide lamp, now covered in ooze, pointing at the stalagmite where Ambrose had left it.

It took him a while to gather the strength just to kneel upright. Doing so made him realize how badly his bum and throat ached. A significant weight had settled in his gut and sloshed when he moved. Molten warmth fell from his hole in a constant ooze. With the warmth of the monster gone, he was left covered in a slime which chilled in the cool cave air. In that battered, slimy, naked, abandoned state, Ambrose smiled. [i]Oh yeah. I'm definitely coming back~

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