Alt of latroma
Description:
No... seriously, do I have to describe what these are? They are long probes of one variety of another. They may come from some dark shadow. They might actually be vines wrapped around a tree as part of a larger, carnivorous plant. They might be the thousand arms of some horrific alien or the many phalluses of a pleasure-based demon. They can come in almost any form, shape or desire. They can be ribbed, rigged, serrated, smooth as a baby's bottom, you name it. They can be cocks, release inhuman pheromones, impregnate hapless girls or digest a person from the inside out.
They are tentacles, and they belong to any of countless varieties of tentacled creatures. I will not bother to post an image, as there are too many tentacled monsters to do justice here. However, you may safely assume any variety of tentacled monster is technically possible. This is a meta-alt designed to handle, you guessed it, tentacled vore.
Notes:
Pred 99% (Convince me that you should be the 1% who turns the tables, or I will play pred)
Grab n Gulp 100% (No, seriously... they're not designed for extended RP. They don't have names. They're just tentacle monsters.)
Vore Types (Non-Vore available, but basically if you can imagine the hole, that hole can eat the victim.)
Gender Preferences - Can I digest you? Yes? Good. You're food.
Sexual Preferences - Do you have a hole I can plug? Yes? Good.
Is there always Sex? - No, though I do non-sexual on request only, and default is sex (usually in every hole I can think of.)
Reformation - Feel free to do so on your clock. I won't be the one reforming your body.
The Sad and Permanent end of Tina Kol - 1-20-2014, Motel 4
Tina_Kol, a prominent but unethical researcher, followed up on a lead on a meteorite with a strange sort of energy signature. Coming upon the object in the mojave desert, she poked it one too many times, agitating an ooze-like construct within. It flowed out of the meteorite and snared her, revealing a crystalline structure within its form. The researcher was stripped and raped in every way it could manage to keep her subdued before she was drawn into the thing's form.
But her horror didn't end there. As she came within the depths, she realized it was both oxygenated and able to take more from her than even her body. The crystals formed a latticework all around her body, trapping the electromagnetic and spiritual impulses of her very soul. As her body digested away even her memories, her personality and her eternal being were sucked away into the gems, devouring her forever. Her soul, this time, was stolen away from Eka's once and for all, unable to reform or be found... destroyed utterly by the last of her research subjects.
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The Ongoing Fate of Jan Maysis - 1-20-2014 & 2-4-2014, Motel 2
Jan_Maysis was the captain of her own, small salvage vessel. Freedom was hers and no responsibilities, but at the same time there were great risks in working completely alone. Sure, she was good at defending herself, but when she found a lone, derelict freighter in space and brought it's cargo on board, she learned the hard way that some things were more dangerous than her.
A chitinous, amorphous and tentacled parasite escaped from the crates, crawling through the air vents until it found her in the middle of a zero-g shower. Her ship was already on auto-pilot, flying the lonely course to the next jump. Snagging her by surprise, it latched onto her body and a fight for her life ensued. Though Jan almost got the upper hand and escaped, the violation it began overwhelmed her and she was latched to the wall of her own room with secreted resins. The thing plunged its probes into her, filling her womb with eggs to incubate and revealing its plan.
There was ample food on the ship for eons. It would feed and keep her alive as its own incubation pod, raping her and filling her over and over with its eggs, rebuilding its race's population. She would be at the mercy of her 'children' until madness claimed her mind, forever traveling until her ship one day crashed, long after she was a broken, soulless husk of what she once was.
Perhaps dying would have been a kinder fate. Either way, she was never seen again.
