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Forget fighting evil - Ash was starting to consider his true mark of heroism everything he did for the stupid S-Mart.
In many ways he was a model employee, really. He only showed up late to work now and then, he didn’t have that many criminal charges and he would often get roped into staying last since he didn’t really have anything to do outside work. This was one such occasion - one of his coworkers whose name he didn’t care about enough to learn had had some sort of very important event he needed to go to and Ash had after some discussion agreed to stay behind and close the store.
He yawned as he walked through the aisles, checking that everything was in order. Which it was. Obviously. He didn’t even know what sort of disorder there could be - it had been a slow day and it wasn’t like people usually stirred up any trouble at the department store. Worst thing he’d had to take care of (other than deadites, of course) was a bunch of kids who had built a little hideout in the canned goods section and planned on spending the night. Ash had put a very swift end to that by promising not to report it if they got out immediately, and that had been that.
A sudden noise interrupted his reminiscing, and Ash froze. It hadn’t been anything dramatic, just the sound of a cardboard box of whatever falling over a few aisles away, but if there was one thing Ash had had to learn over the past few years it was that sudden noises were never good. Sure, it could just be some kids, or a stray cat or a particularly strong gust of wind, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to risk it. Slowly, and as silently as he could, he backed off, making his way towards the frozen aisle, where he had strategically hidden a few goodies. No chainsaw, tragically, but he’d managed to fit a shotgun in the gap under a freezer, and he always carried some ammunition with him, so he should probably be fine.
There came another noise, from the toy aisle where he’d just been, as Ash crouched down next to the freezer. He kept his eye on the shelves between himself and whatever was making the noise, silently reached in under the freezer and fumbled around for a moment before finally getting a grip on the shotgun. It immediately made him feel a lot calmer. Even if it wasn’t his usual one, it was a similar model and the feel of it in his hand was very grounding.
Which, of course, meant that something immediately went wrong. When he pulled the shotgun out, Ash must have bumped against some important electrical part because the freezer made a sharp and loud noise. Ash swore, and scrambled away from it, just barely getting to his feet and diving in behind another freezer before he heard whatever it was out there reach the frozen aisle. The way it sounded when it moved reassured him that he’d been right to get the shotgun, and he quickly loaded it, then pressed himself close to the side of the freezer. He held his breath, steeled himself and prepared to dive out in the open when he suddenly felt something grab onto his ankle. Hard.
Before he even had time to look down and see what it was, it yanked at his leg and sent him to the floor. By some miracle, he managed to hold onto the shotgun, but he did hit his shoulder and could instantly feel the beginning of a bruise, as he was dragged out from behind the freezer and into the open.
Ash had seen many things during his career as an evil-fighter, but the sight of this particular evil actually managed to catch him off guard. It was almost formless, just a writhing mass of slimy appendages that shifted with every second, and as Ash faltered for just a second, trying to get a sense of what the actual hell he was looking at, one of the appendages shot out with surprising speed and knocked the shotgun from his hand.
“Shit!” He tried to get to his feet, but the thing was still holding onto him and all he managed to do was flip over on his stomach. As he reached for the shotgun, he felt another of the appendages - tentacles were what they were, really - grab onto his other ankle and for a horrified moment he thought he might not actually be able to get to his weapon. But he just about reached it, his arm straining as he grabbed onto the barrel and pulled it closer.
The creature paid surprisingly little mind to him rearming himself, Ash realised as he flipped the shotgun over and got a hold of the right end of it. It moved slowly, grabbing onto whatever it could reach with its tentacles, working its way up his legs until one tentacle finally snaked around his hips while two others wrapped around his thighs and slowly but firmly spread them.
Oh. Oh, okay.
Ash did the necessary calculations unusually fast for him. Will it be embarrassing? Yes, but there’s no one here. Can I take the shot if I want out? Probably, yeah. Will it be hot? Well, we won’t know unless we try it, will we?
He forced himself to relax, but kept his grip on the shotgun. The thing was not about to disarm him a second time, thanks very much.
“So you’re just looking to have some fun, is that it?” he asked, not really expecting a reply and not getting one either. The thing just kept going like it had, flipping Ash over and feeling up his sides, shoulders and arms. It was honestly kind of soothing, a bit like a very weird massage, and Ash felt himself relax for real. The floor was kind of uncomfortable, sure, and the tentacles did leave trails of slime wherever they grabbed, but the former wasn’t really a problem and the latter he could always deal with later.
His thoughts were cut off as one of the tentacles finally reached his crotch and began to grind against the front of his pants, as if trying to communicate something along the lines of ‘Hey, what’s this and why is it in the way?’ . The pressure was enough to send a shudder through Ash’s whole body, and after some thought he pinned the shotgun against his chest with his right arm and reached down to undo his belt. He barely had time to finish before the tentacles pulled his pants down his legs, leaving them pooled up at his ankles, and one of them slipped into his boxers. It was cold against his bare skin, and Ash couldn’t help but let out something between a gasp and a yelp when it brushed over his clit. Definitely not his most dignified moment, but that soon felt entirely irrelevant, as the tentacle began to rub insistently at his clit, sending spikes of pleasure up through his abdomen. The tentacle seemed to be able to immediately find all the right angles, as though it was reading Ash’s mind, and in just a minute he was panting and letting out little moans at every touch.
The tentacles pulled him closer to the whatever-it-was, and a few new ones began to trail over his upper body. Ash was finding it more and more difficult to think straight, but still managed to get the shotgun back in his hand, when it struck him that this could still be some sort of weird trap. Though he supposed if it was, the thing would have held him down better. Which, okay, now that he thought about it wouldn't not be kind of hot, but-
He didn't even have time to finish his train of thought before two tentacles wrapped around his wrists and pinned them to the floor above his head. Ash cried out in surprise, then immediately moaned loudly as the tentacle working his clit picked up the pace. Two of them were still holding his legs open, and while that wasn’t exactly necessary, because he sure as hell wasn’t going anywhere at this point, Ash was man enough to admit that he still reveled in the feeling of being held down. He strained a bit against the hold, and immediately felt the tentacles’ grip tighten.
“Just like that, baby,” he breathed, not that he thought the creature could actually hear him. He let his head fall back, his cheek coming to rest on the cold floor and rolled his hips as best as he could, trying to meet the tentacle’s movements. It only sort of worked, but that was all he needed and it wasn’t long before he came. His legs spasmed and he let out a loud moan, the tentacle rocking him through it with soothing motions, then pausing for only a few moments before it got back to rubbing at his now very sensitive clit.
“You plan on keeping this up for a while, huh? Should I keep a tally?”
While the tentacle from earlier kept doing what it was doing, another began to carefully stroke up and down the lips of his cunt, and Ash felt his stomach tighten in anticipation. He was thankful that the creature seemed to know to take some time, because while the tentacles were slimy and he was practically dripping at this point, it still felt good to get a moment to brace himself. The tentacles were pretty thick, and it had been a while since he’d had anything up there.
It kept going at a calm but steady pace for a while, until Ash started to feel less nervous and more impatient. The moment that feeling became concrete, the tentacle stopped to reposition itself (and oh yeah, there was definitely some sort of weird mind-reading magic nonsense going on here) then slowly began to push in. God , it felt a lot bigger now, but Ash wasn’t about to complain. He arched his back, panting as the tentacle went deeper and deeper, then moaned loudly when it put pressure on his g-spot.
It held still for a second, then slowly began to thrust, while another snaked up his chest and up to his mouth. And while that was a pretty clear signal, Ash thought he could be forgiven for needing a moment to realise what it was getting at considering the whole situation.
“Oh what the hell.” He swallowed, feeling the cold tentacle brush against his lips, then let his mouth fall open at which it immediately slipped in and down his throat. It tasted salty, and Ash couldn’t help but gag slightly when it twisted around. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on breathing through his nose, as both tentacles began to move in sync, the one in his throat going a lot deeper than what was probably technically good for him. But Ash was many things and a quitter was not one of them, so he powered through the initial discomfort and let himself get carried into another orgasm. This one came quicker, and once it hit him Ash found himself choking on the tentacle in his throat, which pulled out the moment he felt that discomfort. It made a wet, frankly pretty disgusting sound as it popped out of his mouth, then immediately dragged down his cheek and the side of his neck in something that almost resembled a caress and which smeared drool and god knew what all over Ash’s face.
Through it all, the second tentacle never stopped fucking him, keeping an almost brutal pace. Two others snaked around his thighs and hoisted his legs up, letting it hit his cunt at an angle that made Ash’s eyes roll back. He gave a drawn-out moan, and as he did, another tentacle quickly slipped into his mouth. A third slid up his back, planted itself neatly between his asscheeks and began to grind slowly. Ash tried to focus as best as he could considering the circumstances and after some quick weighing of options and fantasising about what could be, he finally decided that the verdict was an enthusiastic ‘yes’.
He tried to take a deep breath, which only ended with him choking on a mouthful of tentacle again and the creature actually stopped for a moment, as if it wanted to make sure he was okay. It pulled out of his mouth and Ash coughed before smiling a tad shakily.
“You know, for a creature you’re awfully polite,” he said, hoping the message came through at least a little bit. The creature held still for another moment, then began to move again, fucking his cunt and gently prodding at his hole. The one that had slipped out of his mouth didn’t get back in yet, instead it settled for stroking his cheek and Ash leaned into the touch, as a tentacle finally slipped into his ass and he came for a third time, his legs trembling under the tentacles’ grip.
The tentacles in his cunt and ass rocked him through it, the latter matching the former’s strokes so that when one pulled out the other would thrust back in. They kept it up, slamming into Ash and sending a second, smaller shockwave of pleasure through him. He tried to rock back and meet their thrusts, but at this angle and with no support for his legs it was basically impossible and he just had to rely on them to do all the work. Which wasn’t too bad, in all honesty - they were pretty damn good at what they did. Ash felt a string of drool drip from his open mouth, down his cheek and onto the floor and something in the back of his mind kept reminding him he’d have to clean that up later. Worth it. So worth it.
The tentacles picked up their pace, and Ash felt the tension in his lower stomach grow. God, he really wasn’t going to last long, and all he could do was prepare for impact as the tentacles seemed to have no interest in drawing this out any further than necessary. Their thrusts were hard, each one pushing him into the floor with enough force that Ash couldn’t help but picture it cracking under him. That wouldn’t happen, obviously, but logic did not come naturally to Ash when he was getting railed and this was railing on a whole new level.
He clenched his hand so hard his nails dug into his palm and threw his head back, feeling himself get close, so close-
Another tentacle made its way to his cunt, rubbing his clit a few times and sending him over the edge hard . He came with a scream, and at first it barely even registered to him that he was squirting. The way the tentacles held him meant a good amount of it landed on his face and chest, but most of it on the floor behind him. He was definitely gonna have to clean, but before that he’d need to rest for a bit. After this, he wasn’t even sure if he’d be able to stand up.
The tentacles slowly laid him down and slipped out of him, Ash still panting hard. He tried to stretch, finding his arms cooperative but his legs - like he suspected - less so.
“You did good,” he managed to stammer and was surprised when one of the tentacles came to his head, ruffling his hair slightly. Then, the creature slipped away - Ash watched it round a corner into another aisle and seemingly disappear, since he couldn’t hear the strange sounds it made anymore. He took a deep breath, and forced himself not to fall asleep despite how heavy his eyelids were starting to feel.
The
last
thing he needed was for the morning staff to find him like this.