It’s difficult to take your eyes off them.

Eden’s sleek silhouette cuts through the dim light in the club’s back hallway. The crisp contrast of white and black on their body draws the eye, thick angular horns jutting up and then curving back from that mask-like face. Below, they wear an excessively thick golden collar and bell, matched by heavy cuffs sitting unsecured around their wrists. They look different, yes, but beautiful in an unconventional way - and their attire makes it clear they’re out to catch folks’ attention.

Eden resembles a goat: paddle-like ears bouncing outward from their head, square-pupilled violet eyes glancing back at you as they guide you by the hand, fluffy tail giving the occasional excited goat-wiggle. With each step, their broad, clawed footpaws leave slick black pawprints on the ground - imprints that linger for a few seconds before sinking away into the floor, always leaving a temporary trail behind them.

Having met them only minutes ago, their elegant charm swept you off your feet almost instantly. Now you find yourself ushered through the back door and into the cool night air of the alley. Eden moves with unmistakable purpose; even their gait is oddly charismatic. It’s hard not to be carried along by a creature that seems to know so definitely what it wants.

“Making sure the door shuts behind them, Eden steps forward with sudden purpose. Their eyes lock onto yours, beaming that confident grin directly into your gaze, and their large paws press firmly against your shoulders. They guide you backward until the cool brick of the alley wall stops you. They make absolutely no subtlety in their movements - hips brushing yours, one knee sliding between your legs to pin you gently but unmistakably in place. This close, you catch their scent of warm ink. The goat stands a full head taller than you, violet eyes devouring your features, and they lean in until the heavy bell clunks softly against your chest.

“You called me striking earlier,” come those sultry syllables. “While I appreciate the compliment, I think I’d like to help expand your definition of the word…”

You open your mouth to reply, but the words catch as their large mitts grasp your hands and guide them to their back. Their body feels strangely yielding, not quite solid, yet not liquid either. The layer beneath their fur gives way softly under your fingertips, malleable and warm. Then, you feel it… a strange squirm beneath the surface. Eden’s eyes illuminate in delight as six slick tapers breach their back, right through the confines of their body, several of them nudging against your palms. You can’t resist exploring them as they push outward, sliding through your fingers and thickening the farther they extrude.

“Eden visibly revels in letting them free, their body squirming against yours while the tentacles squirm in kind, instinctively trying to touch anything that’s within range. After the first few inches, rows of suckers form along their lengths with a series of wet pop-pop-pop sounds, the sensation of each one drawing a gasping moan from Eden. Their head tilts back, eyes rolling, paws braced against the wall on either side of your head as the sensitive lengths writhe into the cool air. The tips slide against your hands - and each other - in an almost masturbatory dance. By the time they finally slowed their growth, the bases were thick enough that your hands could nowhere near encircle them.

The six appendages hover around Eden’s silhouette, transforming their already imposing form into something positively menacing. Panting, the goat lowers their head again, this time wearing a far more sinister grin. “This… is much more me.”

Seeing no hesitation from you, the tentacles slither toward your body. Eden doesn’t even use their hands, letting these slick extensions explore on their own. They nudge along your sides, feeling you through your shirt, then wriggle between your legs to grope your thighs. In short order you feel them start to probe and press at the collar of your T-shirt, at the rim of your pants, and Eden hisses out a horny sound as they start to invade without so much as removing your clothes.

“...Two thick tentacles immediately dip down the front rim of your pants, warm and insistent, sliding smoothly beneath the waistband without resistance. The first curls outward, its suckers pulsing as it spreads a trail of tingling goo across your lower belly and hips, mapping every contour with deliberate, hungry strokes. The second wriggles between your thighs, coiling back around one cheek. Eden’s breath hitches; you feel a reacting shiver run through their body. These are far more than limbs - they are hyper-sensitive extensions of their core, made of whatever material comprises their whole body. Every ridge and sucker translates sensation back to them as pure, indulgent pleasure. “Mmhh… God, you’re warm,” they murmur. More tentacles slip up your shirt, laying flat against your stomach and chest, suckers latching and releasing in gentle waves that make Eden’s knees buckle. They moan openly, eyes fluttering. “Gotta feel… aallll of you… so good…”

The tentacles continue their enthusiastic, quivering exploration, sliding over your shoulders and around your sides. One thick length already inside your jeans drags itself backward, its slick surface gliding over the bulge in your underwear and sucking against it repeatedly. A lower one nudges into the valley between your cheeks, exploratively squirming to drink in every curve before fitting its slimmer tip into your crack with a teasing press. It pauses right at your entrance, ridged suckers flexing and gently gripping, as if savoring your heat and texture. Eden gasps softly, hips rolling against yours, the intimate contact clearly overwhelming for them. They tremble, refocusing their pleasure-drunk gaze on you long enough to ask, “You mind if I…?”

The slightest nod from you is all it takes.

Eden’s violet eyes flash with delight. Too excited to verbalise in response they produce a half-moan, half-growl, and the tentacle that’s paused at your entrance begins a barely-restrained push inward. With slow, relentless pressure the slick length squeezes into you in one smooth glide. The stretch is immediate, a little intense, those pulsing suckers flexing against your inner walls as it sinks deeper, wriggling forward around a bend you didn’t know you had. Eden shudders hard against you, a loud throaty moan escaping their throat, their paws gripping the wall tightly. Every inch they feed inside sends fresh waves of overwhelming pleasure surging back through the sensitive appendage, making their knees buckle and their heavy bell clunk repeatedly against your chest.

And the inches keep coming. Prehensile and relentless, Eden’s appendage probes and nudges, finding any way forward that it can, shaping itself through your guts in a way no normal cock ever could. Outside, more tentacle length slathers and curls around your body, practically coiling you up, while inside, the sensation is entirely new - your lower body gradually filling with slick, writhing tendril. The goo makes everything so effortless that row after row of suckers pops past your entrance, steadily stretching you wider while the tip delves as deep as it can writhe itself.

At some point, you notice the weight lift from your feet. With all those suckers providing grip, Eden easily lifts you using only their tentacles, and you watch as their head, once a full foot above yours, now levels with your own - and it becomes yet more obvious just how much power this creature has. Pop, Another pair of suckers sinks into you, but you’re distracted from that when the goat opens their maw and their previously normal-looking tongue… Elongates. The tip slims as suckers form along its surface, and Eden draws closer to fill your mouth completely with the new appendage, sucking gently against the inside of your jaws and every soft, sensitive spot. Eden lets out muffled mmh, mgh sounds as the nearly eighteen-inch tongue-tacle probes at the back of your throat, clearly eager to slip deeper.

Below, Eden can feel your body reach its limit. Not wanting to make you uncomfortable, they let the probing protrusion ease back a few inches, a feeling which is intense enough on its own, dozens of suckers suddenly reversing course and dragging over so much of your internal walls… Before, push, it goes back in to your limit once more. The goat’s deep, rhythmic fucking begins in earnest, thrusting in powerful, steady strokes. With each one they pull back further, until they’re launching nearly two feet of themselves to coil through your insides with every pump, battering against your most sensitive spots. At the same time, Eden looms in, locking lips with you and letting that hypersensitive tongue writhe down into your gullet, unable to help themself. Through your fucked-silly haze you’re just about aware of the several much larger tentacles that seemingly rise out of the ground around Eden, the creature summoning them from nowhere, encircling your legs, sliding up your trousers, doting and suckling on any area they hadn’t already covered.

“It’s hard to pinpoint exactly when you came during their onslaught, as through all the warm, slick attention the squirts of your own orgasm were drowned away in sensation, but a deeply satisfied glow comes over you in the midst of it, fucked so deep that your body can’t help but climax. Eden is less subtle, however. Those tendrils quiver and writhe, turning and drilling, filling you to your max before a wet heat floods your gullet and your stomach, audible squirts pumping more of their own black goop into you. Their eyes close, their regular body twists and undulates in orgasm for what feels like forever… Before those purple pupils come back to view, looking at you in obvious afterglow.

Their tongue-tentacle gives one last lazy, affectionate stroke along the inside of your throat before slowly withdrawing from your mouth with a wet pop, leaving a thin trail of sweet, warm goo dripping from your lips. The thick length still buried deep inside you pulses gently a few more times, milking the last ripples of pleasure from both of you, before they too begin to ease back - though not all the way. They stay nestled comfortably within you, suckers softly gripping and releasing in a soothing rhythm, as if reluctant to let go.

You hang there, suspended a few inches off the ground by the powerful cage of tentacles coiled around your torso and legs, body limp and buzzing in the heavy afterglow. Eden’s face is inches from yours, their square-pupilled eyes soft now, almost tender, even as their body continues to tremble with residual pleasure from every sensitive sucker still pressed against or inside you.

Your arm feels heavy, but manage to lift anyway. In a post-horny haze, staring at this big, sweet creature, you can’t help but reach out to them. Your fingers drift toward the excessively thick golden collar at their throat, to the tongue of the heavy bell hanging there. Before they can react, you gently lift and drop the tongue with your fingertip.

The bell rings.

A single, clear, sweet tone resonates through the alley, and their pleasure-drunk eyes swiftly widen in realization,

Something fundamental in Eden’s body gives way, and they jolt like a shock has hit them, before their body relaxes against you. Their hardened goo form loses all cohesion at once, and the very shape of the sleek black-and-white goat collapses, melting rapidly into a thick, shimmering puddle of dark goo that spreads across the pavement beneath your feet. All the tentacles - inside you, around you, rising from the ground - slacken in the same instant and dissolve back into the glistening mass with a series of soft, wet plops. The heavy golden collar, bell, and unsecured cuffs clink and jingle loudly to the floor, no longer supported by anything, landing in a glittering pile atop the spreading puddle, and your feet return to the ground. They’ve practically disappeared before your eyes.

As they recede into the cobbles, the last remaining material forms a rough but clearly legible pair of words;

“ CALL ME <3 “

Art by Kandi_deer