Subject Zero

A Short Story by Bo Blackstar

[f/tentacles, non-con to con, well-meaning tentacle monster, threat of breeding, magic]

Amara moved wearily down the long corridor, sincerely wishing that such precautions weren't necessary. But no, they certainly were. Amara couldn't have anyone stumbling across this particular plan, it would simply be too difficult to explain and there was no knowing what they would think. This experiment was important, and the archmage didn't want anything interfering.

This experiment was to be the beginning of a larger sequence of experiments in the creation of new creatures. Inspired by the owlbear, Amara wanted to try out blending or creating original forms of life. The first subject was to be the progenitor of the rest of them, a universal mate with which to breed new species. That way, when creating a new being, Amara would need only create a single female, and from there her current work would take over procreation.

It was a somewhat bizarre approach, admittedly, but Amara had gained many of the ideas involved from Arkoth's more questionable studies. Subject Zero, which Amara called Unyx, was an attempt to create something that could impregnate any creature capable of being impregnated. This required a great deal of adaptability on Unyx's part, which Amara needed to engineer.

Progress had been slow, but not as slow as Amara had feared. Finally arriving at the end of the corridor, Amara removed the magical lock on the secret door where the corridor dead-ended. To open it required sliding the heavy stone slab back, and then into the adjacent wall. With a sigh, Amara worked the magic of telekinesis, and forced the slab out of the way, then replaced it once on the other side. Today at court had been truly exhausting, and Amara had little energy or motivation left. But this needed to be done.

The stone was the second barrier between her experimental chambers and the rest of the world, the first being its remote location. Beyond the stone was a small room set up with a bed and desk on one side, and various complex arcane laboratory equipment on the other. Also here was the third and most impressive barrier.

A simple doorway with no door marked the entrance to the chamber where Unyx was held. Not having time to delay, Amara pulled back the hood of her heavy cloak and entered the next room. There was a shimmer as she passed through the doorway, and her robes vanished, as did the rest of her carried and worn possessions, leaving the archmage’s slender, pale body naked in the chamber, her odd, white hair dropping down her back to her narrow waist.

This was the third barrier. Anything passing through the doorway that was not Amara herself was instantly whisked away to an extradimensional space. Living creatures passing through were sent to a different extradimensional space, one that supported life but could not be escaped from within. This ensured that no one and nothing could get to Unyx. Amara wanted nothing to interfere with her creation's development, even something she brought in herself on accident. It also worked upon exiting the chamber, preventing the potential escape of her creation by teleporting it back into the center of its own chamber.

Admittedly, after the first time passing through the doorway and entering the chamber naked, Amara had thought that there must have been a better way. But it had seemed like such a perfect solution at the time, and erecting the enchantment had been time-consuming and expensive. She wasn't about to change it after the fact.

The chamber on the other side of the doorway was warm, and mildly humid, better for the developing creature. In the center of the room was a small depression in the floor, about ten feet across. Within this small space was Unyx, contained by a minor repulsion field that pushed it back into the depression if it tried to exit. The creature writhed as it sensed Amara's presence, and the creator stopped for a moment to regard her creation.

Unyx was essentially a mass of dark, fleshy tendrils, somewhere between black and green in color and glistening with a thin coat of moisture. There was a central body, but the majority of the creature's mass was in its tentacles, which now waved happily in the air in Amara's direction. It came right next to the repulsion field, but didn't try to pass through. It knew the field was there, and that it could not pass.

“Hello Unyx.” Amara sighed, smiling at the creature despite her fatigue. She was rather proud of it, truth be told. She had spliced together and altered traits from a few species of animate plants with a tsochar and a deepspawn, heightening the idea of adaptability and reproduction as its purpose. When it had still been the size of a watermelon some months ago, she had used in-depth divination magic to determine its inner workings. After a month or so of that, however, she noticed that Unyx had started to become resistant to the divination spells. Fearing it would become immune, she now used divination magic only sparingly, and thus had to make more conjecture about its development based on simple observation. She had noted the adaptation to resisting her magic as something wonderful, fascinating, and a little bit alarming.

As she looked at it now, a familiar twinge ran up Amara's spine, which she immediately suppressed and disregarded. Unyx now had ten-foot-long tentacles as thick as her arm, and altogether easily weighed a few hundred pounds. She wasn't even certain how large the central body was anymore, so hidden was it by the writhing tentacles, and it took up more than half of its intended living space. Being in this warm, humid room, naked, with a creature specifically designed for reproduction, each strong tentacle capable of... Her mind occasionally wandered on the side of curiosity, rather in opposition to wisdom.

Shaking her head clear and focusing on her task, Amara reminded herself of her desire to go to sleep. She crossed to the far side of the room, Unyx following her movement from within the repulsion field, and drew a small pitcher of fluid from the basin there. The fluid was a specially created, nutrient-rich formula designed to nourish Unyx and encourage growth, which the creature absorbed through its skin.

Pitcher in hand, she stepped up to the edge of the repulsion field. “Back now.” she commanded, and the creature responded by moving to the far end of the enclosure. “Stay.” Unyx's excited waggling slowed, and it held still. Amara smiled at her creation's obedience, not having expected to be able to train it so well. She wished she had time to teach it other tricks, but so far could not pull herself from her duties for long enough.

With a wave of her hand, Amara brought the repulsion field down, and poured the contents of the pitcher into the depression. “Stay...” she repeated, and Unyx obeyed. Thankfully, Unyx was not aware that it could leave with the repulsion field down. If it ever learned, Amara would have to find another way to feed it.

The pitcher empty, Amara raised the field again, and stepped back. “Go ahead, Unyx. Drink.” At her command the many-tentacled creature surged forward and eagerly rubbed itself in the puddle created by its nourishing fluid, wriggling happily. Her chore finished, and feeling like she could fall asleep on her feet at this point, Amara put the pitcher away, left the chamber, recovered her robes and other possessions, and left Unyx to enjoy its meal.

“Goodbye, boy. I'll spend more time with you tomorrow, I promise.” she called as she left.

As if understanding, Unyx waved a few tentacles in her direction. Once she was gone, the creature settled back into its space, circling the border of the repulsion field a few times. As it passed the third time, however, it stopped. It noticed something on the ground, just outside the repulsion field. In her fatigue, Amara had spilled some of the nourishing fluid on the ground and not noticed.

Enticed by this nearby treat, Unyx tested the repulsion field, pressing up against it. The field effectively created a solid wall, pushing back against Unyx's probing with equal force. Having little else to do, and with such a tasty goal so close, Unyx pressed against the field insistently at first, and then almost sadly, leaning up against it as a child might against a store window.

As he reached in vain toward his desired prize, Unyx sensed that one push had gotten just a little bit further than his previous attempts. The creature righted itself, suddenly curious, and eagerly pressed again, harder. Though it was miniscule at first, each probing push got further through the field than the one before. An hour or so of intense effort and experimentation later, Unyx forced a few tendrils past the field and reached his goal, soaking up the nectar with glee.

Proud of himself, and wondering as to the extent of his new accomplishment, Unyx tried to force more of himself beyond the boundary he had always known to be the edge of his world. With a great surge, he passed through the barrier completely and explored the larger room in wonder, tendrils feeling all around. He discovered the pitcher and shallow basin, and drank each dry of nectar. The basin replenished itself slowly, and after a little gorging Unyx figured out that there was no end to the nourishing fluid, and so turned his attention elsewhere. He tried to exit the room, as he had seen Amara do every day for months, but found himself teleported back into the repulsion field.

Unyx forced his way out again, and tried the doorway a few more times before giving up. Instead he played with the repulsion field, passing into and out of it many times, each time easier than the last, until he could pass through it with almost no effort. He explored his own chamber more, climbing the walls and circling it for hours. It was almost half a day again before he finally tired, and retreated to the familiar depression in the middle of the room to rest. He couldn't wait to show off his new trick to Amara when she next arrived.

Perhaps now he could touch her as he had always wanted to. He wanted to show her how much he liked her. To run his tendrils across her body, coil his tentacles around her, hold her close and...

The next day, Amara was feeling much better. She had finished much of her responsibilities the previous day, and had excused herself from responsibility. A perk of being queen. She wanted to spend some time with Unyx and see if he was matured enough to start experimenting with. She planned to first see how he worked with a few simple animals, study the offspring, and hopefully be able to move on to more exotic creatures from there. If Unyx was successful, Amara planned to devote a great deal of her time to creature creation and breeding programs, her mind filled with vague hybrid possibilities.

But that was probably still some time away. First, she needed to see if Unyx would actually serve his purpose. At this point there was no way of knowing if the creature would actually mate with anything. Today's exercises would begin in an in-depth divination analysis, to try to estimate Unyx's maturity and virility. If that proved promising, Amara would introduce Unyx to a female animal of some sort (she hadn't decided what yet) and see if mating took place and then later if conception had occurred.

As the event loomed near, it occurred to Amara that the female might be reluctant, in fact most assuredly would be. Unyx was strong and resilient, but it might be best to have the female sedated for the safety of Unyx and the subject female. Just another thing to consider as her experiments progressed. A mental image of the act danced at the edge of Amara's mind, but the creature being impregnated by Unyx was little more than an indistinct shape, struggling without its full strength, pale...

Passing the stone slab into the exterior room, Amara went straight to the desk and pulled out her notes on the divination spells she used for studying Unyx. It had been a little over a month since the last time she had used magic on him, so it should be fine to do so now. She scanned her notes, matching them to the spells she had prepared this morning for just this task. Assured that everything was ready, she passed through into Unyx's chamber.

Unyx stirred as he sensed Amara's entry, his tentacles waggling happily in her direction. She smiled and greeted him pleasantly, looking forward to the day's testing. As she passed around to the far side where the basin of Unyx's food rested, the creature reached out to her... and was stopped by the repulsion field. Slightly confused, Unyx paused as Amara passed and turned her attention to the basin. Trying again, Unyx found that, while it had initially stopped him, further prodding allowed him to bypass the repulsion field much faster than last night. Just a few good thrusts and he was through, free of the field and on his way to embrace his creator.

Amara picked up the pitcher from where it lay on the ground and started filling it with the nectar. She stopped, however, brow furrowed. She had been tired yesterday, but didn't remember dropping the pitcher onto the ground and not bothering to pick it up. The only way it could have been knocked over was if...

She turned to see Unyx, free of the repulsion field that had kept him contained, and now within a few feet of her, tentacles reaching out toward her gleefully. Her jaw fell slack and her eyes widened. The archmage was stunned by the revelation, and her mind didn't know where to go or what to do. As the thick, powerful tentacles, with their specific purposed as designed by her, came rushing closer, Amara gasped and dropped the pitcher clattering back to the floor, just before...

Unyx reached her, at last! Tentacles twined around her arms, legs, and torso, Unyx's cheerful embrace lifting her from the ground and pulling her closer, deeper into the writhing mass of his bulk. The joy he felt as he finally touched her was indescribable. Her skin was soft and pleasant to the touch, and he could taste her through his skin. He explored and tested as he coiled more of himself around her body, hugging her affectionately with as much of himself as possible.

Amara's mind and heart raced as she was engulfed by her tentacled creation. Panic rose quickly, but so did that damnable curiosity. It was difficult to focus with half of her mind spiraling out of control with fantasies and hypothetical justifications. She struggled and kicked, but there wasn't much she could do in Unyx's grasp. His tentacles simply moved with her, and she had no footing to offer resistance.

As Amara struggled and Unyx hugged and explored, his tentacles nearly eclipsing her pale body within them, one of the tentacles slid along the top of Amara's leg, across the line where her buttock started. Amara gasped and froze, biting her lip to suppress a moan. Of course he would have found one of her sensitive spots, the one you just had to tickle to drive her crazy.

The tentacle slid back across the same spot, and Amara moaned despite herself, the only thoughts she could hold onto being of a decidedly deviant nature. Her back arched and her hips shifted forward reflexively, her legs straining apart from the sensation. Gods, this is insane! Her mind screamed as her body flooded with an anxious tingle.

Unyx noticed something happening, some change. Amara's behavior had changed, but there was something else he was noticing, something that echoed familiar in his mind. Her body was fascinating, warm and writhing in his grasp, the sounds she was making, her taste... There! A new taste, something different. One of his slick tentacles slid between her legs detected the new taste, and he investigated. There was something there, something he felt like he knew to look for.

The tip of a tentacle swirled in the area, collecting the new taste, and Amara's panicked breathing came to a halt after a sharp inhalation. She held her breath, her body quaking mildly with a mixture of horror and anticipation. There was really only one way this was going to go. She could scarcely process the fact. She closed her eyes tightly and waited for it to really begin. Her success with Unyx would be terrifyingly apparent soon enough.

Continuing almost in a trance, guided by instinct grafted into him from his creation, Unyx pressed the tip of his tentacle against Amara's opening experimentally, and then, finding an entrance, thrust in eagerly. Amara cried out as the tentacle slid into her, the penetration smooth and swift thanks to Unyx's natural lubrication (and her own). Feeling her out, Unyx's tentacle twisted and shifted inside her as it pushed in deeper, eliciting yet more cries from the partner he didn't really realize was helpless.

The creature was utterly enthralled by the feeling of his tip buried in her womanhood, and he pushed in until he felt the back of her. He twirled the tip there, searching for a way to go deeper but not finding one he could fit into, Amara's breathing driven erratic by the unprecedented sensations between her thighs. Unyx filled her completely, her entrance stretched almost painfully to accommodate him, and he kept twisting and wriggling. It was almost too much, and she shook her head from side to side in denial as she continued moaning.

At first testing to see if another approach could get him any deeper, Unyx tried pulling out a small way and then pushing back in. He tried a few times, but found that he never got any deeper. Despite this, however, he continued. Each new thrust sent a spark of pleasure up his tentacle, and his excitement grew as he pressed on, thrusting into Amara a bit faster and with rhythm. He didn't understand why doing that felt so right, he just wanted more.

Amara was lost, her mind mired. Tentacles still held her around the limbs and torso, one up between her breasts and looping over her shoulder. They held her suspended in air and caressed the rest of her body as Unyx thrust into her with force. The tentacles around her legs started pulling with each thrust of the one invading her, enhancing the impact as it filled her to capacity each time.

The archmage writhed and struggled in Unyx's inhuman embrace, but she had given up on fighting what was happening. She had never planned to be Subject One of her own experiment, but here she was. Idle thoughts passed through her mind as the accepting, needy ache started to build in her body. She wondered how long Unyx could go before he stopped. She wondered how much she could take.

Adrift on clouds of joy, Unyx caressed his moaning creator with some of his tentacles as the other thrust into her with rhythmic intensity, growing a bit faster now as his own pleasure escalated. But only one tentacle could feel it at a time? That didn't seem right. He moved the tip of another tentacle to the same spot and tried to see if he could get a second one in there. Amara tensed and shouted protests, but her voice broke in the middle of them. The second tentacle tip was grinding against her clit as it tried to squeeze alongside its companion.

After a minute Unyx gave up, unable to fit a second tentacle in there. Amara relaxed, but only for a second before she felt the tips of a half-dozen tentacles probing the surrounding area of her body. There was hardly time to complete a frightened swear before he found the entrance to her backside. The slick tip of a tentacle pressed in, and found it could overcome the little resistance offered. With a shiver of glee, Unyx thrust into Amara ass.

A loud cry broke from Amara's throat as the second tentacle slithered up the second orifice. Once again Unyx searched and tested, shoving in deeper until he couldn't fit another centimeter. After a minute of further testing, the thrusting began just as with the tentacle between her legs.

Amara could barely breathe. She might not have been a virgin back there, she enjoyed it once in a while, but this was a completely new experience. She was filled to her absolute limit in both holes now, each being pounded into by a writhing, prehensile tentacle. The novel sensation of this double penetration chased just about every other thought from her mind, and Amara lost herself in the increasingly undeniable pleasure pouring into her.

Unyx continued his exploration, joyous but never satisfied. His appetite for something new drove him to squeeze and grope every inch of her as he thrust into her pussy and backside tirelessly. He coiled a tentacle around one of her breasts and squeezed it, testing the texture and response. One tentacle reached up and felt her throat, sensing the vibrations from her nigh-continuous moans and cries of ecstasy. One of the tentacles wrapped around her leg shifted up, and once again dragged against that spot at the top of her thigh, just below the butt.

A shiver ran through Amara's body, and the knowledge of an impending climax spurred her on. She started rolling her hips along with Unyx's thrusting, her face scrunched up as she bit her lower lip in anticipation. Unyx sensed another subtle change, and intensified everything he was doing, trying to drive it onward. His groping grew firmer, his caresses heavier and more hurried, and his thrusts faster and harder.

With a ragged scream, Amara came. Her body shook several times, hard, and Unyx was delighted by a rush of that pleasant new taste between her legs. The creature suddenly got an idea, and switched out the tentacles penetrating her for new ones, so that he could get the pleasure sensation on more than just two.

Amara mewled a bit as the switch happened, still riding the wave of one of the most intense orgasms of her life. Mildly delirious, she let her head slump to the side. Her cheek rested on one of Unyx's tentacles, and as she squirmed in carnal delight she unconsciously opened her mouth and licked it, dragging her tongue along a small part of its length. The slick coating covering Unyx's body had a taste not at all unpleasant, actually.

Greeted with yet another new sensation, Unyx enthusiastically moved to investigate further. He slid the tip of a tentacle past Amara's parted lips, and after a momentary swirl of exploration surged forward down her throat. Amara's eyes shot wide open, the haze forcibly cleared from her mind at the new invasion. Unyx crammed his tentacle in until it widened to the point that her jaw simply wouldn't allow any more. Another place to penetrate! More was always better, he was learning.

Another first for Amara, she could feel the tentacle nearly the full length of her esophagus as it slithered, trying to get deeper. Her gag reflex created an even more appealing sensation for the intruder. With a refreshed sense of panic, she realized that there was no way she could get air like this! Unyx started thrusting into her mouth, and she flailed in a frenzy. She had to get that one out and breathe! She bit down as hard as she could on the offending tentacle and jolted her arms and legs with every ounce of her strength, jarring herself in Unyx's firm hold.

That was a red flag in Unyx's mind. Something was wrong. Some part of him knew that this was not the behavior of enjoyment from his beloved creator. He quickly withdrew the tentacle she had bitten, and she gasped for air as soon as she was able.

For a minute, everything was still and uncertain. Unyx still held Amara aloft, and two tentacles were still buried inside her to the limit. She stared into the center of him warily, catching her breath, and he waited to see what she was going to do. A minute passed, and Unyx's instincts welled up once more. Cautiously at first, he wriggled the tentacles inside her, then started a light thrusting once again.

Despite residual reluctance, Amara caved and moaned again, unable to deny the satisfaction of having those tentacles squirming away inside her. Encouraged by her reaction, Unyx resumed his thrusting with rhythm again. Concerned that he might not make her happy, he tested out a few things that had worked and that he hoped were good things. A tentacle tip moved back to her clit and ground up against it, making Amara moan long and low.

“Good boy...” she encouraged, starting to roll her hips in time with his movements again.

He gripped and squeezed experimentally here and there, feeling out her responses. Amara realized what he was doing after a while, and took care to make her reactions clear, urging him on when he did something she liked and not offering any change when she was indifferent. It was amazing how many points of stimulation he was capable of hitting at once, and soon enough she was well on the road to building another powerful climax.

It wasn't too long before he found her spot again, that sensitive little line at the top of the thigh. As he dragged the tip of a tentacle along it, Amara moaned her approval emphatically. Unyx understood perfectly, and massaged the area on each leg as his other ministrations continued undaunted. A wonderful trait, Amara noted, was that he didn't seem to have any limit on the number of tasks he could focus on at once.

Engulfed by warm, slick tentacles, Amara was nearly grinning in disbelief of how great it all felt. Her pussy and ass filled at once, the feeling of her whole body being caressed, the deep, powerful thrusting, the groping and grinding against her clit, and the special attention to all of her most sensitive areas. Her next orgasm came on fast and hard. It was like her whole body revolted at once, her muscles clenching as she cried out in absolute release.

As her tremors subsided, Amara noticed that Unyx hadn't slowed. He had in fact picked up the pace, and there was a less focused drive to his thrusts. The rest of his tentacles gripped and squeezed her, but their efforts were uncoordinated, reflexive. The realization struck her, and she wasn't sure what to think. He was getting close.

Unyx held Amara tight, his pleasure and excitement soaring after her last climax. He thrust into her with an unfamiliar desperation, driven on by powerful instincts and joyful ecstasy. Amara watched and shuddered under Unyx's renewed assault, her face uncertain. She continued to moan as he carried on. A tentacle slid up from her throat to her cheek, caressing her gently in contrast to the veritable storm brewing between her legs.

Finding a point of focus, Amara abandoned reason and grabbed the tentacle touching her cheek in her hand. She took the tip into her mouth and started to suck it, guiding it with her hand. She kept it in a firm grip to try to keep control and found a maximum she could fit and be comfortable with, pumping the tentacle into her mouth at a pace that nearly matched the action of the two others penetrating her. Unyx's grip on her arms lessened, allowing her to move them a bit more, and she worked them around the thicker part of the tentacle she was sucking on, pulling it against herself and holding it there as she writhed in his passionate embrace.

This was the final tipping point for Unyx. With a shudder throughout the entirety of his massive body, his tentacles tensed and then released. The three with their tips in Amara pulsed and surged deep as they spurted his thick seed into her every viable orifice. The rest of them spurted as well, but considerably less so, though plenty to coat himself and Amara in a thin layer of the stuff.

Amara pulled the tentacle from her throat and coughed, having trouble swallowing the volume of spunk he'd deposited. After the surge, Unyx's whole body went slack. Amara was lowered to the ground and released, though many tentacles still rested on her and she laid on still more. The almost perpetually perky tentacle creature slumped in exhaustion, his purpose momentarily fulfilled.

Catching her breath, lying there among Unyx's limp tendrils, Amara caught sight of the door, and the room beyond. Springing suddenly to action, she rose and scrambled for that doorway and threw herself through it, landing with a dull thud on the other side. Truly exhausted, she just lay there for several minutes, getting her breath back and letting her body calm down.

When she finally sat up, she looked back into the other room at Unyx. The creature was a little closer to the door than where he had been. After a second it waved some tentacles slowly in her direction. It came up close and reached for her, but as soon as he touched the doorway he disappeared and was back in the center of the room. He started to come forward again, but then stopped. Amara looked on as his whole body seemed to sort of slump, and he dragged himself back into his little depression in the floor. He looked sort of... sad, she thought.

Looking down at herself and expecting a mess, Amara was momentarily puzzled by her perfectly clean state. There was a bit of sweat, but not a drop of the seed or lubrication from Unyx. She placed her hands on her abdomen, and looked back at the doorway. Nothing that wasn't her could pass through it, which meant that as long as she exited through the doorway, there was no way she could be impregnated by Unyx.

She looked back to the breeding monster, the first lifeform she'd created. Unyx sat in the middle of the room, tentacles hanging low and shifting just lightly, slowly back and forth. He really did look depressed, and suddenly she felt bad. Her exit probably left him feeling rejected. But, she couldn't be more proud, really. So far, he was a huge success.

“I've clearly lost my mind entirely.” Amara mumbled to herself. “Oh well.” She stood up, and with just another second's hesitation, stepped through back into Unyx's chamber. He seemed to come alive then, and started to rush to greet her.

“Stay!” she commanded. Unyx obeyed, halting and then retreated back to the center of the room. “Good boy.” she said with a small laugh, smiling at him. She crossed the room and headed directly toward him, dispelling the now-useless repulsion field on her way. He seemed to wait anxiously, remembering her instruction to stay.

“Now, I'm tired, and I think you are too.” she told him, her voice firm but kind. “You think we can just... take a nap?”

Unyx shifted slightly in place, not having the slightest idea what the words meant but recognizing the tone. He just wanted to hold her again.

“Alright, now... be good.” she instructed. She took a moment to clean him off with her magic, and then walked into reach of his tentacles. He didn't make a move to grab her, though several tentacles reached out to touch and caress her gently. She walked in deeper, as far as she could, and then just lay down on top of him, her arms out to grab as much of him as she could in a tight hug. As she did so, he took it as a go ahead to coil his tentacles around her in an embrace once again, holding her close against him.

Amara snuggled into the warm, affectionate tentacles and closed her eyes. Physically tired, and with his biological imperative temporarily sated, Unyx just held her lovingly and rested himself. Though he had little sense of time, days punctuated only by visits from Amara, this was by far the best visit of his entire life, and he was quite certain he couldn't be happier.