Stay Hidden, you’re here for Monsters not Girls

Tame ducked lower, keeping his head down and turned to head deeper into the kitchen, away from the pink colored mare. He took a step when he felt something warm and wet wrap around his wrist. Instincts kicking in, Tame tried to leap forward and away from whatever had him. Whatever it was had him in an iron grip, however, and yanked him backward hard enough that his arm wrenched itself out of socket.

“Arrgh! What the fuck?” Tame landed on his back, squinting his eyes through the pain at his now limp arm. A long tentacle of slick, wet muscle had him about the wrist and was wrapping itself firmly around his forearm like a vise. “Damnit...I hate when the tentacles show up.”

Right on queue, another tentacle shot over the kitchen island and swooped down to wrap itself around his chest. The two then hauled him into the air and turned him around to face his captor. The thick bodied mare had her hands on her wide hips, smiling up at him from where the two tentacles erupted from her split lower jaw. “Silly billy! No one sneaks sweets before dinner when I’m on duty!”

“Uh...fuck…” Tame opened his mouth to say more when a third tentacle shot out of the mare’s mouth and plunged into his with the force of a knockout punch. He gagged, struggling against her superior grip. He could feel the tentacle around his chest squeezing harder, but with nowhere for the air to go, it felt like his was going to explode.

“Lucky for you, I still got room in the pot! Nothing goes to waste in my kitchen!”

The last thing Tame heard was giggling over the sound of his jaw and ribs snapping.

Author's Note

Respawn!

Start Over!