Panic!

Not liking the sight of the tentacles and trunk at all, you decide that if you just attack the base of the pod, it may decide that you’re too much of a bother and let you go. So you take your free foot, and getting as much of a windup as you can, pick right at the base of the pod, between two of the roots.

Whatever reaction you were expecting, you weren’t expecting no reaction. It’s possible that the fluid writhing of the tendrils sped up a little bit, but it’s also possible that it was your imagination. You kicked the base of the pod again, but still elicited no reaction.

The tentacles were very slowly moving up and over towards you head, and you were getting more and more panicked. Five more minutes passed, and you kicked harder and harder, but still got no reaction. Until eventually, you did notice one change. The change wasn’t in the pod, but in you. You noticed yourself getting steadily warmer and your body was getting tingly, almost itchy. It seems like the creature’s defensive trait was some kind of nerve agent spread through skin contact. In less than a minute your skin goes from warm and tingly to hot and alive with an almost electric feeling.

Without completely realizing that you’ve done it, or why, you’ve brought one of your hands up to the top of the electromagnetic zipper and have started pulling it open. The feeling of the water on your skin doesn’t help the burning at all, but as soon as you start unzipping the suit, the tendrils move their way down along your skin. Where a tendril touches your skin, the burning subsides for a few moments.

This relief is enough to inspire you to start stripping off the rest of your jumpsuit. First pulling off the sleeves and then removing the top altogether. Two of the tentacles making contact with your neck and face, giving the same relief as the tendrils, the last tentacle wraps around your waste, and you’re simply too lost in the burning and soothing sensations to care.

You feel increasingly **** to take off the jumpsuit altogether. You push the bottom of the jumpsuit off and soon you’re naked, practically crying for the touch of the pod’s tendrils and tentacles. You notice that the roots of the pod have released your ankle, apparently it’s no longer afraid of you running away. You stand, with the tentacle still wrapped around your waist, and grab another one of the slow moving tentacles and start rubbing it all over your chest. Where the tentacle makes contact with your nipples, the painful burning converts to pleasurable electricity.

Now that you’re standing, the tendrils are feeling all along your legs and one of them is brushing back and forth along your pussy, causing you to shudder with each swipe. Possibly sensing your declining ****, the pod creature’s tentacles start to get a firm grip around various parts of your body. One already has you around your waist, one is coiled around your chest and over your right shoulder, and the last one is firmly but gently wrapped around your neck. The three tentacles proceed to lift you off the ground so that you’re hovering over the pod. You realize now what is going to happen, but you simply lack the willpower to fight it.

Looking down, you can see the central pod trunk extending just out of the water and steadily rising. The end of the tentacle around your waist lays its tip up against the entrance to your slit, opening it slightly. Then you feel the hard tip of the thick trunk come up against your pussy, and your mind is completely shattered by the notion that that thing is going to **** its way in to you. At the same time though, the mere touch of the trunk has the same pleasurable soothing effect that the small tendrils and larger tentacles have had, only stronger. The trunk continues to rise steadily, stretching your vaginal walls, but not slowing down. Before you know it, you can feel the tip up against your hymen and while it continues to press against it, it mercifully stops extending.

The thing isn’t thrusting in or out at all, but the feeling of being filled so completely is causing rippling pleasure through your body. Your pelvic muscles keep trying to flex, but unable to squeeze at all, they just tremor continuously, giving you the sensation of a constant orgasm. You feel the trunk continuing to push up, while at the same time the tentacles pull you back down. The competing forces, combined with your fluttering muscles, have you on the verge of passing out from sensory overload.

Apparently sensing that it has reached your limit, the pod trunk starts to vibrate slightly, further heightening your out of control orgasm. Then you feel a rush of liquid inside of you, as the trunk deflates slightly. The spray of the creature’s fluid continues until you can feel the pressure forcing some of the fluid out around the walls of the trunk. It takes every ounce of your will to stay conscious and sane throughout. Eventually, you feel the trunk shrinking and withdrawing, leaving you feeling hollowed out and weak.

Part of you wants to stop to look for your jumpsuit, but you’re afraid of what might happen if you linger. You did manage to salvage your wristband, which had simply fallen to the bottom of the swamp. You begin moving south again, now naked. After your ordeal, perhaps because of the pod’s lingering goo, the rest of the roots leave you alone. After hiking a few more miles, you come to the edge of the swamp just as the sun is setting. The area you’re in has relatively little undergrowth, so it will be hard to forage for food or take effective shelter.

However, you’re bone tired, and seeing absolutely no animal life of any kind at the edge of the swamp (and after your ordeal, you know why) so you’ll likely be relatively safe here until morning, when it’ll be easier to forage anyway.