Chapter 2 - Comm: Alternative Energy (Monsters Inc, OFC/Tentacles)

My first commission! Thanks, anonymous commisioner!

Not a lot to this one, except an extended sex scene. No actual characters from the film actually appear in this; it's just used as the setup for the situation.

f/tentacles, oral, dp, dubcon in the beginning

The room was dark, until there was a click and a light switched on, bathing one wall in light and filling the rest of the room with shadows. There was a muttering and a rustling of papers, and then something moved in front of the light, casting a nightmarish shadow on the wall, all horns and clawed limbs.

"Oops, sorry. Just let me..."

The shadow grew as the figure moved closer to the light, and then vanished as it moved aside. There was a thunk, and suddenly the wall was filled with projected text.

"Just had to put the slide in. Now, let's begin."

The text read, in big black letters: 'Alternative Energy in a Post-Scream Economy'

***

Claire yawned as she pulled on her sleepwear. She had scored a single room in the dorms this years, which meant that she could finally wear only a minimum of clothes to sleep in; when she had had a roommate, she had always felt uncomfortable wearing less than a full set of pajamas, even if her roommate had insisted that it was 'just us girls.' Now, she could finally wear just her panties and a nice oversized t-shirt without feeling exposed.

She selected the next day's outfit from her closet -- She had an actual closet now! She had never thought she would be happy to have a water pipe burst and flood her room on the second day of the year! -- and put in on her chair, then moved to the bed. A quick check that her alarm clock was set properly, since her phone hadn't been repaired yet, and then she crawled under the covers and turned off the light. She wasn't used to the room yet, but a day spent hauling all her stuff -- at least, all her stuff that wasn't water damaged -- to this room meant that she was plenty tired, and she drifted off to sleep almost as soon as she closed her eyes.

***

"Good afternoon, everyone. I'm Dave Waterson, Deputy Director of the Research Department, and today I'll be updating you all on the progress we've made in the development of alternative sources of energy now that Monsters, Inc. is transitioning from Scream-based to Laughter-based energy."

A click, and the projection changed to a graph showing the relative power generation of Screams and Laughter.

You all know, of course of the recent fortuitous discovery that human children's laughter provides up to ten times more energy than their screams. This, combined with the reevaluation of the danger posed by these children, has allowed us to avoid the impending energy crisis caused by declining Scream production."

"This discovery also suggested new avenues for research..."

***

The door of Claire's closed creaked quietly as it opened very slowly, allowing a dim light and a quiet susurrus of voices to spill into the room. When the opening was about two feet wide, the door bumped against the chair in front of it with a thump. The sounds from beyond the door abruptly cut off as Claire and mumbled in her sleep. She turned over a few times, shifting position under the covers, until she finally lay still again, her arms curled around her pillow and a single foot sticking out from under the covers.

When Claire hadn't moved for half a minute, the sound started up again, quieter this time. A moment later, something blocked part of the light from the door, casting a shadow over the floor as something slithered into the room. A lumpy form slowly moved along the floor, quickly covering the few feet from the closet to the foot of the bed, leaving behind a trail that glistened faintly in the moonlight shining in through a gap between the curtains and reflecting off the wall.

When it reached the foot of the bed, the form paused for a moment, and then a tentacle -- dark purplish, and glistening with moisture in a beam of moonlight -- slithered snakelike up the side of the bed. At the to, it seemed to hesitate for a moment and then moved again, questing around until it finally encountered Claire's ankle, whereupon it froze again.

There was a hitch in Claire's breathing and her ankle trembled for a few moments, but then she stilled again. The creeping tentacle curled slowly around her ankle.

***

"- it has required an adaption of the previous program of matching human children with the monsters that could scare them most effectively, but we have found that it was equally simple to match monsters to humans based on a new set of parameters. Now, we from our psychological and physiological research, we knew that this` alternative energy approach would need to focus on adult humans instead of children."

In the darkness beyond the slide projector, the dark shape of a large, clawed hand being raised was just visible. The speaker paused for a moment, and a rumbling voice came from the room.

"We still need to remain hidden from the humans, don't we? Won't that be a problem if we start targeting adults?"

"A good question, and one that I will return to later in this presentation. First, I would like to elaborate a little on the results of our anatomical research..."

***

The tentacle curled further and further around Claire's ankle, leaving behind a glistening trail of fluid as it slowly spiraled up her leg. When it moved under the covers and brushed the back of her knee, she giggled quietly in her sleep, but this time the tentacle didn't pause. As it reached Claire's thigh, a number of identical-looking limbs climbed up the bed as well and followed the first under the covers. Claire's breathing stuttered a few times as the tentacles continued to climb up
her leg, but she didn't wake, even as another one found her other leg, coiled around that one as well and spiraled up further.

More and more tentacles climbed up the bed, forming a moving lump under the covers. Eventually, the first of them reached the juncture of Claire's Thighs and the tip brushed against her panties. Claire's breathing hitched for a moment and she stiffened in the tentacles' grip, but after awhile she relaxed again. The glistening tip moved again, tentatively stroking the cloth while its companions continued to make their way further up Claire's body, crawling under her roomy shirt.

One of them briefly investigated her navel, provoking another sleepy giggle, and then moved on until it reached the underside of a breast, which it stroked lightly. A moment later, an identical tentacle reached her other breasts and mirrored the first, while the one at her panties pressed harder, rubbing against her slit.

By the time another pair of tentacles had found Claire's shoulders and coiled around her upper arms, Claire was squirming and panting with pleasure, her eyes fluttering as her mind slowly surfaced from sleep.

***

"The greatest problem, as was mentioned just now, is of course the risk  of humans becoming aware of our presence. With children, this risk was limited, because adults would not believe them if they told them about us, and by the time they became adults we would only be remembered as dreams."

There was another click, and the projector now showed a series of graphs.

"We have found, however, that adult humans are quite resistant to believing in the existence of monsters. So, if we have properly matched the monster with the human's psychology and desires, and are careful to make the transition from sleep to wakefulness gradual enough and deep enough into the interaction-"

***

Claire's whole body felt like it was tingling. Here eyes drifted open slowly, showing her only the darkness of her bedroom. There was a faint, wet sound coming from somewhere nearby, which in her sleepy state she couldn't quite place at first. As her mind cleared slowly, she became aware of a pressure around her limbs and of a movement between her legs that sent waves of pleasure rippling up through her body.

She tried to move, and found that something was coiled around her arms and legs, holding them in place firmly, slightly spread under the covers. For a breathless moment -- during which she realized that something was curled around her breasts, too, squeezing them firmly and making her nipples stand up against the covers -- she was too shocked to speak.

Then, as she regained control of her body, she took a deep breath to scream.

A scream which never came, because something tapered, round and wet stopped its movement against the outside of her panties and instead slipped around the edge and brushed directly over her clit.

Claire hadn't realized how close she had come to her orgasm during her sleep, but now that single bit of stimulation was enough to set her off. Instead of a scream, she let out a loud, drawn out moan as she jerked in the grip of whatever it was that was holding her, her muscled tensing and relaxing uncontrollably, lifting her back off the mattress until her breath ran out and she slumped back.

The sudden feeling of lazy pleasure chased away the beginnings of fear and robbed her of any desire to scream. Instead, she lifted her head and tried to look under the covers. Something was squirming on her stomach, movements like a bunch of coiling snakes curling around making the bedcovers shift under her gaze.

"What?" she mumbled, softly.

As if in response, something slid between her breasts, and a tapered object moved out from under the covers in front of her eyes. It glistened slightly in the movement, and for a moment Claire thought it was a snake. Then, as she took in the mottled purplish color and the way it slowly slithered toward her, she realized it was the tip of a tentacle.

She was overcome with a feeling of unreality as an object from far too many videos hidden on her laptop, and more than a couple of fantasies as well, was suddenly before her.

Before she could decide if this was a dream or not, there was more movement. The bedcovers were pulled aside, off her body, to show her the other tentacles curled around her. Thicker ones were coiled around her arms and legs, holding her in an iron grip, while a pair of thinner ones -- at least, she thought so since she couldn't see them under her shirt -- were tight around her breasts. The one peeking out from the collar of her shirt was maybe an inch and a half in diameter and managed to look inquisitive despite the fact that it had no eyes or facial features.

"What-" Claire began again, but then the thing in her panties pressed against her clit again. "Ooh!" she moaned.

The tentacle in front of her must have taken her open mouth as an invitation, because it darted forward and slithered inside. The taste was not unpleasant, sort of musky with a minty aftertaste, and Claire instinctively closed her lips around it, her tongue tangling with the tapered tip like the deepest, most prehensile French kiss ever.

The situation was like the culmination of all her most secret fantasies, and in moments all thoughts of trying to get away vanished from Claire's mind. Her hips thrust up, trying to push her clit harder against the stimulating tentacle, and the muscles in her arms and legs tightened, the feeling of being held in place suddenly the most erotic thing she had ever experienced.

The tentacles seemed to sense her enthusiasm, because the one in her mouth suddenly thrust deeper, almost choking her and making her moan even harder. A few seconds later, there was a movement in her panties, and suddenly the thin tip that had been rubbing her clit slid easily between her folds. It quested around for a few moments, making Claire jerk in the tentacles' grip, and then found her hole and slipped in an inch or two, the slick taper easily stretching her pussy.

"Yeffh!" Claire managed to say, between moans, before the tentacle between her lips thrust in again.

As if that verbal sign of approval was the signal, all the tentacles coiled around Claire's body suddenly moved as one. The tentacles around her limbs each let go for a moment, but a lot more of them seemed to suddenly sprout from the foot of her bed, and she was held firmly even as she was twisted and flipped above her bed, her room shifting crazily around her until suddenly it stabilized.

Claire realized she was positioned upright now, her head only half a foot from the ceiling as she was held spread-eagled in midair. She was naked now, and she just caught sight of her shirt and panties as they fell to the floor beside her bed.

***

"We have found that if the scenario is correctly matched to the individual, they will quickly accept the situation. Because the scenario involves pleasure rather than fear, there seems to be little chance that the individual seeks to escape or alert others..."

***

The room's air was cool on Claire's naked body, now covered in a light sheen of sweat and whatever fluid the tentacles were covered in. A brief shiver ran through her, not because she was cold but because of the sudden exposed feeling, but then the tentacles moved again, perhaps feeling that she had had enough time to get used to her new position. The one in her mouth pulled back and thrust in again, playing against her tongue as it began to gently-but-thoroughly fuck her mouth.

The thin tentacle in her pussy thrust in deep, once, then curled and coiled inside her, rubbing against every single pleasurable spot it could reach, making Claire moan loudly around its companion. The moans continued as it pulled out again and the two tentacles in either end began thrusting in and out in unison, one filling her mouth while the other pulled out of her pussy and vice versa, making waves of pleasure run through her with every movement.

Claire twitched and jerked in the tentacles' grip, her dark hair flying around her head, as she was fucked from both ends, her moans increasing in volume and frequency as the invading tentacles sped up. She barely noticed when the tentacles around her breasts curled tighter and the tips flicked over her nipples, the sensations only adding to the waves of pleasure roiling through her.

When the tentacle in her pussy suddenly coiled around itself and thrust deeper, hard, stretching her wide and rubbing against her g-spot, she came again, a scream tearing itself from her throat and muffled only a little by the intruder in her mouth. She convulsed, her back arching sharply, as wetness squirted from her pussy, dripping down the tentacle and splashing onto the mattress below.

The tentacle in her mouth stilled, brushing only lightly against her tongue as she recovered. The one in her pussy, however, slowly slithered out, leaving her empty as it gave a final flick against her pussy lips and moved back down her leg, leaving a shiny trail of fluid. Even in her state of orgasmic bliss, Claire let out a disappointed whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness.

A few moments later, she opened her eyes -- she hadn't realized she had squeezed them shut -- and looked down her body a the mass of tentacles on the bed. She hesitated briefly, unable to find the ability to form words even if she had been able to get them out around the tentacle still lazily sliding between her lips, but trying to get her meaning across with a thrust and jerk of her hips.

The tentacles must have understood, because one of them rose up quickly, coming up to her face and brushing against her cheeks. Claire realized that it was different from the ones that had been penetrating her mouth and pussy, and was more like the ones around her arms and legs. Thicker, more than two inches in diameter, and with a blunt, bulbous tip.

Claire understood its intentions just before it moved, and she felt a momentary thrill of apprehension as it ducked down again. It brushed against her inner thigh and then moved upward. It was slick with its own fluids, and the whole area was still wet with those and Claire's own juices, and it found its target immediately. Claire felt her pussy stretch wide as it thrust into her but offered only token resistance as the invader filled her all the way up.

"Mgah!" she moaned, her legs jerking again as the sudden almost-painful pleasure overwhelmed her.

The tentacle in her mouth resumed its earlier rhythm, and its brother below wasted no time in following suit. With every thrust, it pulled nearly all the way out of her needy cunt and then pounded into her again, twisting as it went and rubbing against every inch of her walls.

After a few thrusts, a tiny companion joined it, seeking out her clit and around it, against it, flicking over it in a rapid rhythm that made Claire shake with pleasure. She lost herself in the pleasure, hardly noticing as more tentacles joined those around her limbs, taking a grip around her waist and torso and twisting her around until she was dangling upside down. The thick tentacle pounding her pussy pistoned up and down, her swollen pussy now open pointing to the ceiling, clearly visible if anyone had been in the room with her as her legs were spread even wider.

Mixed fluids dripped down Claire's torso and over her breasts, making her shiver even as the sensations of pleasure rushed through her body. Drool from her mouth ran over her face and she blinked furiously as the tentacles gradually pushed her toward another climax.

Eventually, when nearly her entire body was covered in her own juices and the tentacles fluids, the tentacles restraining her moved again, repositioning her body and moving her spread legs so that her knees were almost next to her head, her ass sticking up in the air with the thick tentacles still pistoning in and out of her dripping pussy while her head hung downward, her hair a twisting waterfall that almost touched the bed.

At first, the sensation of another tentacle sliding along her back, brushing against her spine, was simply lost in the sensations coursing through her body, but when it reached her butt and lightly swatted a cheek, Claire's eyes blinked once and then opened wide.

"Whu?" she coughed, between moans, but the tentacles took no notice.

Claire had half a second to realize what was going to happen as the tentacle rubbed between her spread ass-cheeks and swatted her upturned hole, but then it pulled back upright. Claire couldn't see it, but it rose up and curled over until the tapering tip was pointed down, right at the twitching star of the hole between her cheeks.

Then it dove down.

Claire half-screamed, half-moaned as the stiff tip found its target. Without pausing, it thrust against her asshole and pressed on, ignoring the perfunctory resistance and burying itself several inches deep inside her.

Thankfully, it was one of the thinner, tapered tentacles and both it and Claire's ass were well lubricated, so that there was only the briefest moment of discomfort before an overwhelming jolt of pleasure shot all through Claire, from her suddenly-needy hole along her spine to the top of her head.

She jerked and spasmed in the tentacles' unbreakable grip moaning herself hoarse around the tentacle still fucking her mouth. The invader in her ass slowed but didn't stop, thrusting inside deeper than Claire would ever have believed possible, its gradually increasingly thickness spreading her spasming sphincter wide. Its companion in her pussy followed suit, bottoming out inside her.

Then both of them came to a stop, their only movement a slowly rubbing against the inside of Claire's holes and against each other through the thin walls separating them. The tentacle in her mouth stopped as well, deep enough down her throat that she was barely able to breathe. Not that she minded, because the feeling of being filled to capacity, more than she ever had before, had Claire's eyes rolling back in her head as she moaned piteously and alternately jerked uncontrollably and turned completely limp.

She hung there, suspended from the coiling tentacles, penetrated further than she had every thought possible, sensations of pleasure washing through her body and making sparks appear before her unseeing eyes, until her lungs began to burn with the lack of oxygen. Then, just as a spark of fear began to make itself heard through the overwhelming pleasure, the tentacles pulled out, the feeling of friction in all her holes making Claire scream with all the breath she had left as she came for the third time, squirting hard and splattering her mattress with more of her juices.

This time, the tentacles didn't pause. They thrust right back in, the three of them setting up a punishing rhythm that filled each of Claire's needy holes in turn, making more and more pleasure jolt through her body and drawing out her climax until she fell completely limp.

And even then, they didn't stop. Tentacles squeezed her breasts, they fucked her throat and pounded her pussy. Her ass, which had seen barely any use except for a couple of attempts with an old boyfriend, was fucked and used and pleasured until it was aching. Claire completely lost track of her surroundings. Nothing existed except the tentacles, hot against her skin and stretching her holes. Time ceased to exist, and her mind dissolved into a haze of sexual need as she came again and again.

Finally, when Claire went completely limp in the tentacles grip and could no longer bring herself to even twitch a finger, the invading rods stilled.

"Muhh..." Claire moaned as she dangled from the tentacles.

Slowly, all three tentacles withdrew from inside her, leaving her mouth yawning open and her other holes gaping until the very slowly tightened up again. The tentacles holding her up slowly lowered her back down to her mattress, and withdrew to the foot of the bed.

A moment later, they returned to drape her sheets over her exhausted body. Another pair efficiently folded up her shirt and panties. There was another slithering noise as a shadow moved in front of the light from the closet again, and then the door closed with a click.

"So, as you can see, as long as we are careful not to leave major evidence behind and ensure that the human involved is no longer conscious by the end of the encounter, they are likely to write it off as a dream. There have even been reports that the human will be more receptive to subsequent encounters."

Another click, and new set of graphs appeared.

"So, in conclusion: this new approach offers jobs for monsters with body types and skillsets that are no longer suited for the new Laughter-based energy economy and expands the human population available for energy harvesting through the exploitation of a new type of vocalization and the risks have been deemed minimal. Are there any questions?"

***

Claire yawned as she put down her books. She had woken up feeling better and more well-rested than she had in ages -- though her body had ached a little -- and had had a productive day, but tomorrow was another early day. She got up and got ready for bed.

When she crawled into bed a couple of minutes later, there was a sense anticipation in the back of her mind that made it difficult to fall asleep, at first. She did fall asleep eventually, and was soon snoring contentedly.

There was a click and a hushed babble of voices, and her closet door opened...
