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The House Pet (working title)

by: SavageShark

*** WARNING: ADULTS ONLY ***

**PLEASE NOTE**

** This story is for adult only. It contains sexual content, language and other materials not suited for those under age of 18.**

Characters

• Ms. Annie Cotton - Polar bear
• Omni - mysterious salesman
• Howard - Hill House tentacle creature.

Settings

• Elm Hill - Residential block
• Hill House- Old two story house located on Elm Hill.

Chapter 1

It was a magnificent summer morning at Hill House as the sunlight bled through the curtains of Ms. Cotton's bedroom. Though, it was the unwelcome chime of her clock that forced her out of the bed. Staggering to the bathroom she stared back at the dark green eyes in the reflection as she pushed back the tangled mess of hair, followed by her retreat to a refreshing cold shower. As a polar bear she enjoyed the relaxing chill of the water running over her body and found it a welcome morning refreshment as the water soaks into her fur and shoulder length hair.

Though, Annie was not yet aware of the stalker watching her from the shadows. Like a snake they slithered through the walls and air vents, watching her caress her lovely figure with the soap and water. It never made a sound, not a hiss or a rattle.

He was always patient

The faucet went silent as she stepped out of the shower. Running the towel over her hair and body with care and delicacy, Annie tied the towel over her hair and went about getting dressed.

Ms. Cotton adjusted her bra in the room closet. She examined herself in the elongated mirror and grabbed the work cloths still wrapped by the dry cleaners. As she buttoned the undershirt, the air vents lowered like a trap door. A large green snake slithered out from the duct, but this was not a snake by definition, this was a large green tendril lined with blue blood vessels and various bumps along its length. It shimmered in the light of the adjacent bathroom as it hovered like a silent predator towards Annie. From the closet's lower walls, several hatches silently pushed open, revealing more of the tentacles. The tendrils lack any kind of organ for visual or smell, but they knew where to find her.

Just as Annie Cotton pulled her work coat over the white button up she felt a soft tug at her hair, which had been caught between her back and work coat. The torrent of slithering tendrils had grasped her cobalt hair and freed it from its confinement and set about stroking it with an assortment of combs and designing it for her day at work.

Annie turned to see the green bulk of the slithering limbs and smiled. "Oh, thank you Howard." She returned her attention to the mirror as she buttoned up her work coat.

It was a unique relationship between the house owner and the owner. Ms. Cotton purchased the old Hill House for a cheaper price than was offered for the newer models. Though she was unaware at the time of its unique occupant, she eventually came too accept living with its permanent resident Howard.

Howard has been apart of the Hill House for seven generations and has since maintained the dwelling and tended to his various new owners. Though it is uncertain if he is as old as the house itself or if they are even one in the same. Annie had first thought of Howard as a type of Hermit Crab, living in various houses when it's mass was too big for the previous. Though, this is a somewhat accurate description, Howard can only expand the house itself to better suit his form. He is incapable of traveling beyond the reaches of the house property.

Howard has a multitude of tentacles that operate harmoniously in and outside the house. Though it is mind boggling how such a creature can operate so many limbs at a time.

Annie turned to one of the tendrils hovering beside her like a secretary awaiting its next task. "Howard, fetch my documents from the study. The maple and lime binders, I have that presentation today."

Even as Howard made the final preparations to Ms. Cotton's clothing, it was able too accomplish the task of retrieving the colored documents and organize them in the work bag. As well as prepare Annie's morning meals, a tall thermal mug of coffee (with cream), a banana, and a napkin wrapped toast with butter and jam.

A glance at the clock and Annie realized she was running late. It was then the morning routine between the two began too show as Howard had each tentacle in ready for Ms. Cotton going for the door. One arm holding her hot coffee thermal, the toast in a napkin and work bag ready to grab. Annie grabbed the thermal mug, pulled the toast from the napkin with her teeth and retrieved her work bag the air just as Howard threw the keys to her car and opened the door. Then waving a tentacle good bye from the window as Annie pulled out of the driveway and went down the road.

Chapter 2

It's always difficult for Howard to watch his lady leave in the mornings. By instinct, he is set on keeping both the house and his owner safe. Knowing that his owner is out of his reach is haunting. The only comfort he gets of her well being are the phone calls made once she leaves the office. Much like a dog left alone with no one too play with, Howard waits at the door and is greeted with an assuring massage along his tendril or a soft kiss to the tip (which causes Howard to shift in color).

Howard's pigment is much like a Chameleon, however instead of shifting itself to blend in with the surroundings. Howard alters his color based on his emotions. His usual pigment is a dark green, whenever he becomes fearful he shifts into a tanned yellow, anger a bright orange, shy a soft blue, and anger a brilliant blood red. He has never shown his red to Ms. Cotton since she first moved in to the house.

Howard's only source of communication with Annie Cotton has been through his tentacles. But they lack anything in the way of vocal cords, as such he has resorted too various acts such as sign language, mime, puppetry and sign posts.

When Annie began adjusting too Howard's presence, she inquired the salesman on how does she feed him? His only answer was:

"You don't. He lives off the pests and parasites around the house."

It seemed odd too her. A creature as grand as Howard living off small pests, yet she never once saw him eat anything bigger than a house spider or a cockroach. Once Annie had seen Howard swat a fly on the wall and quickly put the insect into one of the tendrils that sported a mouth and then belch afterwards, although it was hardly what Annie would consider a belch.

Living with Howard did acquire some adjustment. It wasn't so much that the massive tentacles were intimidating (and they are) or that they could appear out of the most uncommon places like the air vents, cupboards or even a hole in the wall. It was that there were so many of the limps in the house. They would be down stairs tending to the cleaning while the upstairs was swarming with the slithering limbs doing who knows what. Howard's reach was not just restricted to indoors, with care he could extend himself outside the house but only as far as the private garden and front lawn. This made it easy for him to scare off any solicitors that tried attaching their fliers on his precious door knob.

Considering the complexity of the house, it was almost difficult too figure out where Howard physically lived. Though he was a massive organism, he still resided somewhere inside the house. But he was careful about who could see him as he was, Annie was fortunate too have such an honor. Though it was very intimidating, if not disturbing, Annie was one of the few lucky individuals to see what her House Monster looked like.

The house is broken down into four levels: The attic, the guest room, main lobby and basement.

The fourth floor is the attic and storage area, it is also where Howard resides within Hill House. It's one of Howard's primary hunting grounds for the various parasites like spiders, wasps, and wasps.

The third floor was added some time ago, before Ms. Cotton had purchased the house or before she was even born. The section was made into a guest room for three and has now been made into a game room for Ms. Cotton.

The Main lobby is where Annie spends much of her time. The kitchen, the Living room, Study, Laundry, Closet, Bathroom and bedroom make up the area. The area is decorated with much of Howard's personal collection from his past tenants and some of the newer items brought in by Ms. Cotton. The most intriguing devices he encountered since her arrival was a box of, what she defined as, toys. That and the assorted adult themed movies on what she called a DVD, the more advanced version of a VHS tape (though he was more excited about the shiny surfaces of the disks).

The basement was once used during prohibition. His past tenant filled the room with home made booze made a fortune at selling it. His bathtub tonic is still one of the best selling beverages in Annie's time, perhaps it was one of the reasons why she purchased the home in the first place (being a fan of the drink since high school). Though the bottle racks still occupy the walls, there are no longer any original bottles remaining. Since then the basement has been made into Ms. Cotton's personal chambers, placing various straps, locks and other oddities around the room. The room has yet too really been used, but she seems patient about using it.

Chapter 3

Now the day draws to an end and the usual deadline for Annie to make her phone call to Howard has past. Like an eager child he keeps a tentacle at the ready, hovering at the phone like a serpent ready too pounce. While another set of arms peer out the window, scanning for the car headlights. Another arm just hovers at the door like a dog waiting for its owners big entrance.

The house has been dead quiet with anticipation. Every arm hovers in the air on the various levels waiting for some kind of action. Almost like a crowd of anticipators waiting for the big news.

Ring

In unison every tentacle turns its faceless limbs towards the phone as Howard answers.

"Hey Howard...orry I too so lo..g call..g back. .eeting lasted l.nger than pl...ned." _ Calling on her cell phone this time, she must have been stressed with her presentation to call so late. Usually, Annie would call from her office before coming home. "_I already ate, ple..se have a sti..f one ready f..r me. Be there in 5 m..ns"

Howard was still adjusting to how cellular phones worked. He not quite yet up too date with all the advancements. But he knew what his owner was expecting when she arrived. It was hard to get her tone from the static laced call, but from what he heard she sounded fine. Then he saw her headlights through the window. He could hear the sound of the car engine turn off. The car door slammed shut and her silhouette walked past the window and approached the door. Had he been a dog, his tail would be wagging right about now.

The door was pushed open with great force as Annie shouted out into the confines of her home. "I fucking HATE my job!"

Struck by the shock of the growl in her bear voice, Howard shifted into a surprising yellow and quickly retracted into the various entrance holes.

Annie had clearly forgotten the regular routine of Howard greeting her home as she threw her work bag to the floor approached the sofa in the living room. Without breaking stride she went to unbutton her work coat and under shirt, letting her breasts and stomach feel some freedom from the constricting uniform. She retrieved the cold beer can from Howard's nervous grip. Popping the cap with her claw Annie pressed the cold lip of the can to her mouth and let the bubbling alcohol slide down her throat.

She turned and let the weight of her body fall into the soft sofa cushion as she turned on the television.

The beer can finally empty and her temper subsiding, Annie handed the empty can to Howard and went for one of the cigars at her side. Howard offered a short stick match to her rolled tobacco stick, she took in a few puffs before taking in one big puff and letting the smoke just seep out through her red lips.

"That hits the fucking spot." She said with relief as she let her head drop into the sofa head rest.

Howard hovered a large tendril beside his owner and she ran her soft hand over the head as though it were a pet begging for attention.

"Howard, hun, do me a favor and draw me a bath. I need to relax after today." She let out another puff of smoke.

Her cigar spent at last, Annie retreated to her the laundry room and threw her work cloths into a pile at the washer. Her shoes discarded by a rack of other work related boots and high heels. Removing the last of her underwear and her untied hair fall behind her she went for the bathrobe hanging on a hook just by the door.

She walked back down the hallway and was eagerly awaiting the cool relaxing waters of her bath. But she was unaware of the change in the house this night. Normally, Howard was alive with some activity. Whether it was hunting for pests in the corners, cleaning the kitchen after dinner or even just fluffing a pillow he was always busy with something. But there was no sign of him on either the main level or the guest level. Annie was too fixated with the events at work that she never noticed the quiet.

Chapter 4

Miss Cotton entered her bathroom. There she saw Howard's tendril dangling from the ceiling vent like a python, looking right at her with a featureless stare. She looked over at the bathtub and it was bone dry, the faucet wasn't even touched. Annie turned to the dangling tendril with a raging snarl, her hands turning to fists at her hips.

"What the fuck, Howard? I asked you to draw me a bath, a simple bath!"

The tendril did not respond or move. It just hovered there shifting its muscles in the air, still the casual dark green pigment.

"I don't have time for this kind of crap today, OKAY! I dealt with a lot of bull shit at work today and I'm not in the mood for any kind of games today." Her anger was becoming clear to Howard. His tentacles could detect the emotional tendencies of any living creature and what he felt from Ms. Cotton was more of stress then actual rage. He listened to her stress laced rants as several tentacles slithered behind her.

"...I thought a house monster was supposed to. EEK!" The quick grasp of the arms caught her by surprise. Two had coiled around her wrists and raised them up over her head. Another pair had slithered into her bath robe from the back, feeling of her spine and back muscles until reaching around the soft mass of her butt.

She felt the gentle massage of the tentacles going over her back end, she ignored the sensation as she turned to the one tendril she found earlier and glared. "What the fuck Howard!"

A small tendril pressed against her lips as the larger limb drew closer. A slice gently opened across the tip forming a set of lips as the smaller tendril pressed against the makeshift lips and let out a soft Sssshh. Annie was quiet as the lips of the arm and passionately pressed again hers.

Annie let out a soft moan as Howard began removing the bath robe and lowering her arms chest high. His grip never let go, save for removing the robe around her arms. Another set of tentacles moved down and wrapped around her large breasts, the surface of the tentacles secreted a slippery slime like a lubricant that allowed Howard too easily massage her.

Ms. Cotton felt the same warm slim touch between her legs. It moved back and forth over her clitoris like a lapping tongue. She let out a moan of pleasure, breaking the kiss. The tentacles that had massaged her behind had moved down, coiling around her ankles as a larger set of arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her off the ground. Howard sifted her body to display her exposed crotch to the lip laced tendril. Annie remained silent as he examined her naked form with its every tentacle. She moaned as her breasts and tits were caressed and pinched.

Her nipples didn't take long to become hard from his touch. The same tentacles revealed a mouth split in three and quickly cupped the breasts in their suction mouths. Annie quivered under the sensation of the suction.

A new tentacle appeared from the same air vent in the bathroom and went into her mouth, pumping gently in and out of her muzzle. The slime tasted of sweet nectar and smelt pleasant as it went into her mouth. Without thinking she started curing her tongue around the girth of the tentacle, slurping up the secretion.

For what seemed an eternity of pleasure on her body Ms. Cotton refocused her vision on the new arrivals. Every limb of Howard appeared in a torrent of hovering and slithering tendrils of various sizes and bumps along its surface. She could see the largest of them was poising itself under her vagina and was already turning a pink tone around the tip and along its shaft. The tentacle that had been lovingly massaging her crotch had left.

Annie turned her attention on the one tentacle still watching her like a voyeur and let out a soft whimper through the thrusting arm in her mouth as tears started forming in her eyes. The thrusting limp carefully extracted from her mouth as the voyeur limb drew closer to her. Even the suction limbs around her breasts ceased as she tried too speak over the labored breathing.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you, Howard."

The limb pressed against her lips and kissed her once more.

** The rest of the story is broken down into a scrip format of how the comic will appear visually.

Cotton

"Oh my God! Fuck me! Fuck me, Howard!"

Shift in various poses as Ms. Cotton rides on Howard.

*Wide view as Ms. Cotton is placed on the floor and the tentacles unwrap from her body. The larger member still inside her vagina and the large hovering tentacles stay poised over her. *

Ms. Cotton's is surprised as she is released and realizes Howard is still inside her.

Cotton

"Howard?"

Point of View Ms. Cotton as Howard resumes moving, forcing Ms. Cotton to grasp his thrusting member and cross her legs.

High angle as Ms. Cotton gropes her breast and feels Howard's member thrust.

Camera zooms closer to Ms. Cotton's face, her mouth drooling and her eyes shut tight.

Cotton

"Ho...ward, Imma...I'm cumming. Oh GOD, I'M CUMMING!"

*Close up of Vagina as Howard releases inside Ms. Cotton. *

Wide angle as Ms. Cotton orgasms and cums with the dangling tentacles spray their sticky fluid over Ms. Cotton.

Worms** eye of Ms. Cotton coated in cum and exhausted, her head turned too face the camera with a hand close to the camera's lens.**

Three panel scene: (1)Focus on large tentacles covered in juices as they retreat into the ceiling vent. (2) nothing happens. (3) Smaller tentacles emerge from the vent.

Other arms appear from the floor and other openings of the bathroom wrapping around Ms. Cotton

Ms. Cotton is placed into the shower and cleaned by Howard's tentacles. Ms. Cotton kisses a few on the tendrils on the tip as the is cleaned.

Camera cuts to bed room as Ms. Cotton is dressed in a Tshirt and fresh panties. She smiles at the tentacle escorting her to bed.

She turns to face the tentacle as it releases her hand.

Ms. Cotton

"Thank you for the bath Howard."

Ms. Cotton kisses the tip of the tentacle, causing it to change pink in color

Howard pulls the sheets over Ms. Cotton's body as she finally drifts to sleep. A tentacle brushes aside a lose strand of hair from her face. A small tentacle with lips slips down and kisses her good night as the last tentacle slips into its dark vent.

Show text 'The End' with the word 'NOT' written above the text. Howard's tentacle holds a sharpie. *something comical that shows it's not really the end of the story.