Because They, too, are People

Science demands sacrifice!

Or so some absolutely insane wackjob of a scientist had said as he justified his absolutely horrible and atrocious choices when he decided against all reason and motivated exclusively by profit and assholery that not only would he experiment on the recently discovered planet of tentacle monsters, but that his experiments would take the form of throwing people at the tentacle monsters they had captured just to see what happened.

So what happened?

The planet dubbed SHKSH, or Shokusho for the laymen, was at first considered to be a paradise that might be even better suited for human life than even Earth, the planet Humanity had come from in the first place. In fact, thanks to the lack of an industrialized society, the environment was infinitely cleaner than Earth.

And it also was actually relatively barren of predators, almost every animal on its surface and even in its large oceans and seas and lakes and its skies was herbivorous. And the plants those animals fed on were even incredibly healthy for humans to eat.

So what was the problem with Shokusho?

Well, "Almost" everything on it was herbivorous, and while it didn't have an industrialized society, it did have a... dominant species, so to say. A species so dominant in fact that it quickly became evident and obvious that they had been the ones that wiped out everything else that was possibly dangerous. Clearly not interested in the conservation of their natural environment and instead becoming masters of it, the Shokushoans took an entirely different approach that would've been unsustainable for humanity.

But, well...

It's a whole lot easier when you're a squirming mass of tentacles that can either devour or absorb anything that would otherwise be a physical threat by forcefully invading their orifices with your slimy, sticky and flexible appendages. Also there were literal billions of the squirming masses of tentacles, and they may or may not have a hivemind that allowed them to behave with human level or superior intelligence as a species.

That said, the scientists believed that they could find a way to either destroy or capture the Shokushoans to weaponize them. First things the scientists tried was to look for a "Queen" or something similar, but the Tentacle Monsters didn't have such a clearly defined social hierarchy. The waves of corporate super soldiers deployed to try to conquer Shokusho were not just wiped out, they were captured and, well, the images from the surface of SHKSH were frightening and haunting.

So they decided, they needed to start learning about the Shokushoans, so the scientists captured dozens of individuals of the species.

For the starfaring human race, even losing thousands of soldiers for each captured Shokushoan was considered a net victory, and especially if they could turn the writhing, squirming and shaking bundle of monstrous tentacles to their side... well, it'd all be worth it.

That... had been a decade ago.

And that had been reported, brought to the attention of humanity at large, by a young reporter who had been perhaps a bit overzealous in chasing her scoop. Her name was Lenora Jenkins, and paying homage to her name, she had charged ahead and put herself into a whole mess of trouble. Despite her attempts to hide her identity as she leaked everything she was caught by the corrupt corporate overlords that dominated humanity, the Utopia conglomerate, who invaded her home, stole her from her own bed, and kidnapped her after making sure to silence anyone who knew anything.

The information could never be hidden again, but they could certainly take revenge on her.

She knew when she hit the upload button that her life was not just fucked but megafucked, but she didn't quite expect the ending her life was about to receive.

After her head was put in a bag and she spent what felt like weeks lost without being able to even feed herself, every one of her limbs strapped to a metal table, shackles holding her in place unable to move, her food coming in through tubes... until at last, she was pulled out, the bag was removed from her head, and once again she could see... the white steel hallways of a nameless base on one of the moons of Shokusho, well enough away from the Shokushoans' reach, but close enough to contain their captives.

Immediately she realized that she had no true depth perception, which meant they had gone ahead and removed the bionic eye that contained her secret camera. On the other hand, she could hear so she still had the recorders embedded into her ear canals, so that was something at least.

Lenora's voice was raspy from lack of use after weeks of detainment, but even so, she spoke to the power armor wearing corporate marines that pulled her up from each of her biceps, once healthy and muscular, now a pale shadow of their old self - though pale was a misnomer given her skin was still quite a dark shade of brown despite the lack of exposure to the sun.

"Whah, where, ugh, are you taking, hngh, me..?" she asked, it was harder to speak than when she was giving her oral presentation before a panel of famous journalists to get her diploma.

The Corporate Marines had nothing to say to her, and they looked and moved like robots thanks to the Power Armor that covered every square centimeter of their being. They dragged her naked body, thin and weak and unable to resist, all the way through the white steel hallways to a set of huge reinforced blast doors, and one of the Marines put his armored gauntlet to the door long enough for a hologram to pop up in front of it, first red, then turning blue, and then finally green before splitting into two, separating to signal the opening of the door.

The two door began to open in stages, many different parts spreading apart and opening up individually, until finally, the door opened, into a dark, barely lit room that seemed to be covered in a slight pinkish haze.

Then the two marines grabbed her by her thigh and bicep and with a motion like they were tossing a sack of potatoes, they threw her into the room, and no more than a second after she cleared the threshold of the heavy blast doors, they swung close with such speed and power that they triggered a sonic boom followed by the ringing sound of metal.

It was only moments later that she reached the apex of her jump and then fell what felt like potentially kilometers down, pulled by gravity until she landed on a gigantic pool of purplish pink slime, which seemed to almost impossibly cancel out the momentum of her fall in a way that almost felt like one of those old cartoons, complete with a squishy weird noise that left her terribly distracted.

The entire thing was so overwhelming that she actually found herself passed out, believing her life to be over, either she'd be devoured by the Shokushoans contained in the pit, or worse still, she had heard and seen reports of terrible things happening to the Soldiers on the surface, that would surely be her fate as well...

Her eyes fluttered open unexpectedly when she thought she'd die before ever waking up again, but just as she had feared, an even worse fate approached her.

The limbs she could hardly feel were so weak that even though she felt the tendrils wrapping around them were thin and weak, she couldn't even make them budge as they held her in place, as the tips of the tentacles, meaty, fleshy, horrifying in their pinkish-purple hue, so similar to the pool of slime she was floating on top of, approached her from each arm.

Her legs were being wrapped as well, and she saw two tendrils climbing up her leg, the tips of the tentacles being nightmarishly phallic in appearance.

A big, squirming, fat tendril rose from between her legs, a much darker color, solid purple compared to the slightly transluscent thinner ones, about the thickness of her emaciated thigh even at its thinnest point... it had structures like ribs that seemed to randomly protrude from the pulsating flesh of its shaft, and the tip was leaking thick, syrupy and ropey strands of yellowish-white fluid.

Its stench was overpowering and overwhelming, it had the scent not of a man but of an entire locker room's worth of men, maybe a locker room where a gay orgy had just taken place, male musk, body odor and cum, it stank of all three things at the same time, and unfortunately, it was a ridiculously appealing scent. It was natural, she had read on the reports that the Shokushoans tended to be problematic to fight because they could use pheromones to lower humans' guard.

She gulped. "What are you gonna do to me..?!"

On a certain level she knew it was useless to speak, to talk, her throat still hurt quite a bit and she was weak, but as another tentacle wrapped around her waist, she had to ask, she had to wonder, she had to try one last time to reason with a monster even though she didn't even know if it could understand her at all, and if it did, she wasn't sure it would care... after all, humanity was its enemy, had captured it, brought it to a lab somewhere, stuck it in a dark room, and then threw Lenora in there as food.

"D-Don't kill me," she begged.

The large writhing tentacle in the middle went up before bending nearly into an U shape and approaching her face, as if it was looking at her... many more tentacles just as thick as that one appeared, quite a few of them had phallic heads that suddenly... opened up, revealing weirdly shaped eyes, somewhat similar to human eyes but definitely in the shape of a glans.

Then one last tentacle, with a wider head than the others, rose and settled below the ones that opened up into eyes.

"Hhhyuuuhmaaanghh..." it intoned.

"Did you just fucking talk!?"

"Hyuuhm, heeyuumaang- Human? caaahn hiyu hunderstahnd mii?"

"Holy shit you're fucking talking," Lenora replied. "And- barely."

"Is it better now?" the Tentacle tried.

"I- er- yes? That's perfect actually," she said.

"Oh, good, great, amazing even, sorry making a human voice box is harder than it seems," the tentacle monster spoke.

"Is this for real or is this just my brain trying to give me a hallucination before I die raped to death by a bunch of tentacle monsters?" Lenora asked. "No offense."

"None taken," the tentacle monster said. "We are- well, you humans call us Shokushoans, you cannot hear the sounds our natural voices make so we've had to adapt, your ears simply cannot perceive fifth dimensional frequencies," it spoke. "You look terrible miss, whatever has been done to you? What tale will you tell?"

"Oh, you know, the usual, exposed an evil company's crimes, got captured by that company, tortured in their science dungeon, then I guess they thought you guys would eat me so the evidence would disappear."

"Ah, another one," the monster replied.

"So are you guys, uh, not gonna kill me?" Lenora asked.

"No, nor would we rape you either. What do you think we are, monsters?" the tentacle asked, offense clear in its voice.

"You coulda fooled me, with all the dick tentacles wrapping around my body."

"You are covered in wounds and we've found the slime secreted by our tentacles does wonders for your natural healing and has a host of other benefits, for some reason it appears that our species and yours are unbelievably compatible," the tentacle explained.

"So you're healing my wounds by... wrapping me in your tentacles?"

"To massage the slime into your body for maximum effectiveness!" the tentacle spoke. "Speaking of which, would you consent to being penetrated orally, vaginally and anally so that I might continue the healing process? We believe you humans communicate consent verbally and your bodies are capable of getting aroused without you actually being emotionally or mentally ready for sexual activity."

"That is the most polite way I've been asked for sex in all my life," Lenora responded, chuckling a little bitterly. "Does that speak badly of my past boyfriends, or of me for dating them?" she wondered.

"I believe it speaks badly of them, it is not your fault that someone happens to be an asshole," mentioned the tentacle monster.

"Yeah, I guess so," Lenora admitted. "Sooo... I'm surprised you're not just friendly, but even offering to heal me considering I'm human and we humans have, uh, well, sort of kidnapped and imprisoned you?" she asked. "Am I stepping on a landmine here because if so stop me," she said.

"Oh no, not at all, we bear no grudge to humanity at large for the actions of the company known as Utopia, we've conversed with many humans and though some of you are less than reasonable, on the whole we've found you to be a fascinating species with superb conversational capability, and a sense of individuality that makes each of you a precious existence," the tentacle gushed. "We are quite taken with you as a species."

"Oh... that's nice... but what about Utopia?"

"With the aid and strategic help from humans, we're planning a revolution that would destroy the entirety of the company and bring about their doom, freeing humanity from the shackles of, as per you humans' own words, the faceless corporate overlords that brought Earth to ruin and who seek to do the same to our own world," the monster explained. "To this end we're seeding human women with tentacle-human hybrids, and allowing human men to sow their own human-tentacle hybrids with our own," it explained, "so that we may be joined together and attack as a single unified front!"

"... wow. Just, just wow, either I am having the wildest, craziest and most ridiculous dream of my life just before I die, or this is all real."

"And if it's real?" the tentacle monster asked. "Would you like to participate?" the tentacle monster asked.

"If I chose not to, would you kill me and then devour me?" she asked.

"Oh, no, we have an area of the den where we keep the humans who wish for peace in their lives," the tentacle explained.

"What about the ones that don't wish to have sex with tentacles?" Lenora asked.

"Well, uhh, you will have to swallow our fluids in order to survive since there is no other source of nutrition humans can digest in this den," the tentacle explained. "But other than that, we'll give you a place to stay until there are enough of us here that we can overwhelm the defenses and completely take over this lunar base."

"Alright, as long as we can get back at Utopia, I'm your girl," Lenora said.

"Smashing!" the tentacle cheered.

"Alright now enough talk, let's make some babies!" Lenora said, thrusting her hips against the thick, ribbed shafts raising between her legs, the meat of the tentacles feeling just divine against her nether lips.

"Wow, you're quite enthusiastic!" the tentacle spoke. "Alright then!"

Lenora licked her lips.

She would be hardly feeling any shame about getting fucked by a tentacle mons- no, a tentacle gentleman, if it meant she'd be helping take down the assholes that put her in this position in the first place. Hell, she was getting excited already at the thought. "Hey, before we start," she asked, "what's your name? I'm Lenora, Lenora Jenkins."

"We identify ourselves through scents and noises you cannot perceive, so you may call me by the name humans have given me, I am Norbert," the tentacle monster spoke.

"Not my first choice but, it suits you," Lenora said, chuckling, "alright then Norbert..." she licked her lips, "show me what you've got!"

Norbert, as it turned out, had a lot to give, and Lenora would not be regretting her choice to join the forces of revolution any time soon... though as Norbert's thick tentacles penetrated her pussy and ass, she started to forget what she was even doing, and when a third tentacle prodded her mouth open and invaded her throat, she found she didn't even care about forgetting.