Kinktober 2025 Day 9: tentacles
Egon Spengler, Ray Stantz, Peter Venkman, Winston Zeddemore
“God help us.” Ray mumbled, staring up at the huge creature. When they’d gotten the call for a ‘sea creature’ in the leisure centre, this was not at all what he imagined.
Easy, he’d called it, simple.
This looked anything but.
The creature was almost as large as the pool, with a barnacled, bulbous head and way more tentacles than any creature should have. It had drained the pool completely of water and was sitting on the bottom, still managing to reach the ceiling and still have to duck to fit into the space.
Its eyes immediately locked onto the three men as they entered the room and it bared its teeth, hissing out a warning that they ignored. Peter was the first to step forwards, pulling his neutrona wand off his pack, “Are we gonna wait for it to attack us or-?”
“Let’s get it.” Ray reached for his own wand.
Quicker than anything, the creature threw out a tentacle and lifted Pete into the air, holding him like a child would a doll, and wrapped itself tight around him as he squirmed, “Hey! Get help! Get Winston!”
“Winston! Winston, it got Peter! Come in and help!” Ray shouted into his radio as he and Egon tried to put space between themselves and the creature, “Come in, Winston!”
The creature grabbed each of them, wrapping a tendril tight around their waists and lifting them into the air. Ray cried out, trying to hold on to the lifeguard’s chair but its pull was too strong and his grip eventually failed. He yelled as the creature thrashed him about before placing him on the poolside, face-up, between Peter and Egon.
“I should’ve tucked my pants into my boots.” Egon had been put face-down and Ray saw the glint of a tendril snaking up his pant leg.
Peter felt the tentacle untuck his own pant leg, “I don’t think it matters, Egon. Have you seen anything like this before in your books, Ray?”
“No, but it reminds me of those old fishermen’s tales about the Kraken. Why would it turn up here, is the biggest question.” Ray tried to think but his mind was occupied by the tentacle now travelling up his own leg, “And what does it want with us? Usually the water-dwellers just want us out of the way, why- what does it want with us?”
“It could be feeding on the salt in our bodies,” Egon said, “Or it wants us for… it’s own pleasure.”
Peter let out an aggravated groan, “So we’ve got a horny kraken? What should we do, hump it to death?”
Ray couldn’t hold his laugh and Egon shot him a disappointed look, “No. We wait for Winston to come.”
“God, this is not how I wanted to die.” Ray focused on his breathing as the tentacle breached his hole, slowly pushing inside and stretching him out. It wasn’t painful but the tentacle swelled inside him and gave him a strange feeling of fullness that he had never felt before.
Peter groaned, “Imagine the headlines. Ghostbusters, squeezed to death by Kraken wannabe. God, that’s embarrassing.”
Egon hummed, the same hum as when he was unsure of something, and Ray looked over to see the slightly pained look on his face. “Egon?” He asked quietly, seeing the glance Egon made at him, “Is it… inside you?”
Ray didn’t get a chance to answer as Peter started to squirm, “Hey, woah! What are you doing there?”
“Vennkman, calm down.” Egon pleaded, “Just let it do what it wants. It will let us go once it’s done.”
“No! I won’t- I don’t want to! Get off of me!” He wriggled harder, trying to free a hand so he could reach for his neutrona wand, but the creature gripped ever tighter around him. Ray gasped as the tentacle around Peter’s waist started to grow a new tendril, snaking up his body until it reached his chin. Peter leaned his head back as far as it would go, trying to make space between his face and the tentacle, “No! Ray, help me!”
“I can’t! I’m too far away!” All Ray could do was watch as the tendril got to the corner of Peter’s mouth. He resisted, pressing his lips together as tight as he could, but it slipped inside right at the corner. He shook his head violently as the tentacle shoved its way down his throat, stopping behind his Adam’s apple and making it bulge from his neck.
“Can you breathe? Are you okay?” Ray asked and Peter just looked at him, pure fear in his eyes, and blinked twice, “You can breathe? Okay… okay, this is okay.”
Egon let out a quiet moan, turning his head away, at the tentacle probing further inside him.
“Yeah… I’m- I’m okay.” Egon was breathing hard, “You?”
Ray forced down a moan as the tentacle inside him began to swell even more and stretch his hole, “I’m alright. Pete’s alright, he’s still breathing.” Peter let out a muffled moan as he squirmed, closing his eyes.
“It must be giving him a stimulant, we’ve got to get it out of his mouth.” Egon let go of Ray’s hand so he could try to reach across. Ray squirmed to try and make some room to move his arm, but the creature began to grip him tightly too, growing a tendril up his body just like it had with Peter.
It tasted like salt and Ray gagged as it forced its way to the back of his throat and down until it sat just above his trachea. It swelled out, filling his neck and mouth as he tipped his head back.
“Ray! Shit, oh my god.” Egon grabbed onto his hand again and heard the small moan that came from Ray at the contact.
It was an odd feeling, still being able to breathe like normal with the creature’s limb so far down his neck, but it was one he quickly forgot about as his thoughts began to float away. All he could focus on was the tentacle in his ass, filling him so well and finding spots he’d never explored before.
There wasn’t any fear or panic. He looked over at Peter, watching him writhe and feeling himself starting to get aroused. It was odd, he thought, because he’d never been aroused at the sight of him before but he couldn’t stop his body from responding.
All he could do was watch and listen and feel as Peter moaned and squirmed and the tentacle inside Ray moved simultaneously, making him start to buck his hips. It seemed like the more Peter moved, the more the tentacles moved inside all of them, making them into a chorus of simultaneous moans and whines.
Egon squeezed Ray’s hand, moaning into the floor, as Ray looked over at him. He seemed to just watch, taking in the sight of Egon getting wrecked at the same time he was with an unreadable expression. Egon had to look away, he couldn’t stand looking at Ray with that tentacle in his mouth.
It started to retreat, leaving their lungs empty and their holes even emptier, and both Peter and Ray started to cry out. “No! Winston, please! No,” Peter whined, “I was so close, so fucking close.” He curled up on his side as Winston blasted the creature.
Egon felt the creature’s grip loosen and managed to pull the tendrils off of him and stood up, grabbing his neutrona wand and blasting the creature with a proton beam, hoping to serve as a distraction as Winston moved Ray and Peter to one side. Both of them refused to stand, or were unable to stand, so he had to drag them both into a safe corner.
As soon as they were safe, Winston returned back to Egon and the two of them held the creature in their capture streams before Winston opened up a trap, sealing it inside.
“So what was I doing?” Peter asked, for the millionth time, leaning over the table.
“Crying in the corner. It’s the lowest I’ve ever seen you.” Egon replied.
“Must’ve been real bad.” Ray mumbled, “How about a toast? To Winston!” He raised his beer can and two others clunked against it before they all took a drink, “Our hero.”
Winston lifted his drink from the couch, “Damn right, now let me get on with my ‘thanks for saving us’ tv time.”
