A thick, demonic tentacle

For a short moment, even Becky was filled with awe. The portal shone with a soft purple light that filled the glade. Despite her past anxiety, this moment was one of perfect beauty.

Danny and Luke were equally bewildered. It had worked. It had ACTUALLY worked. None of them considered what happened next.

In the distance, the jogger Danny had checked out earlier glanced in the direction of the glade. She saw a soft light permeate the woods, stopping her in her footsteps. It was a beautiful, strange site. The jogger moved on after a second, not realizing how that distant glow would change her life forever.

Back with the trio of teens, the moment of beauty was coming to an end. A shadow moved underneath the portal surface. A moment later, it burst through, revealing itself to be a black tentacle nearly as thick as a person's arm. It's head was thicker than the rest, distinctly phallic in shape. Glowing purple veins ran along its girth.

A foot of the tentacle emerged from the portal and swayed back and forth. The three friends froze in their place. The mysterious creature almost seemed to be sizing them up.

Danny stepped forward, mouthing the words "what the fuck". He was cut off as the tentacle surged forward at a supernatural speed, knocking him across the head.

Danny went flying, collapsing on the ground in heap.

"Danny!" Becky screamed.

She and Luke ran forward to help their friend without thinking. The tentacle whirled around and slammed into Luke's chest. He flew back, crumpling on the ground. His vision started to fade to black.

Becky looked from one friend to another, horror and bike burning in her throat. She couldn't process this. All her worst fears had come true and more. Paralysis seized the young woman. She didn't notice when the tentacle wheeled back around and snaked itself around her right leg.

Becky suddenly went flying, crashing into the hard ground on her left shoulder. The pain hit her like a bolt of ice. She felt her consciousness flicker, but not go out. Her head pounded.

Rolling onto her back, Becky looked for the first time since her fall and froze. The tentacle stared her down, positioned between her legs. Her denim overall-skirt had lifted up in the fall and now cool Autumn air chilled the skin of her inner thighs.

Up close, the tentacle looked grotesque beyond imagination. Purple slime leaked from its penile head. Small black tendrils wiggled on its girth and larger nubs adorned the surface.

The infernal creature approached slowly, like a snake approaching its prey.

Becky wanted to move. She needed to move. Instead, she stayed absolutely still, frozen by terror.

The thick, baseball sized head disappeared under the girl's faded denim skirt. Moments later, she felt it curl under the right leg of her panties. It's slimy flesh was warm and surprisingly soft and supple.

With immense strength, the appendage shredded Becky's panties and readied itself to become one flesh with the terrified teenage girl.