“Oh hello, I’ve never seen you around before. First time here?” You turn around, finding yourself looking down at pale-skinned Japanese girl sporting DD’s underneath a white crop top who was smiling widely at you. Even account for the black hair trailing down to her mid-back just above a watermelon masquerading for an ass, she couldn’t have been much taller than five feet. She reached over the countertop to shake your hand, squeezing that impressive bust closer together. “I’m Ami, the proprietor of this humble shop!”

You’d seen the shop was you were on your way back to your apartment from work, thinking about how to properly pleasure yourself that night. Being a bachelorette wasn’t easy; despite there being an endless supply of males that wanted to give you the ‘time of your life’ despite not even giving you the time of 5 minutes. Your best friend was your Sybian, but even recently you’d found you couldn’t generate that crashing wave that would send you sprawling, thighs twitching, but could only keep riding that lazy tide, waiting for a surf that would never arrive. Something new couldn’t hurt. You shake her hand, finding her grip shockingly firm for a woman of her stature. “Yeah, first time here. I’m just having a look around.”

Her smile grew even wider. “Please, be my guest. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask.”

You walked around, surveying what was available. The standard. Dildos. Plugs. Magic wands. Nipple clamps. Spanking paddles. Gags. Handcuffs. Ropes. Collars. A good assortment of lingerie. Chastity belts. Harnesses and such. Sybians and fucking machines standing beside the back wall and a black door that likely led to the back of the house. You could feel Ami’s eyes on your back as you picked up and examined various items; as though she was deciphering your particular taste. Eventually, you set down a spider gag and walked over to the main register.

“Eh, nothing here I’m too interested in. Thanks though,” You said disinterestedly, heading for the front door.

“You want something more exotic, don’t you?” Ami quipped, her chin resting on her knuckles. “Something that’ll bring back that

You slowly turned back around, skeptical. “Well, what do you have that I haven’t already seen?”

There it was again: that same, mischevious, all-too-knowing smile, fit only for a succubus. “Follow me. VIP section only.” She walked toward the back door, her short schoolgirl skirt barely covering the bottom half of her plump ass. A black iron key, fit for a prisoner’s cell in a dungeon was inserted into the back door’s keyhole. And she swung it aside, leading you down a dark hallway that eventually opened up.

You’d expected cardboard boxes piled up high on either side, like a warehouse. What you hadn’t expected was multiple aisles of glass enclosures, spanning not only on either side, but directly down from you as well. Although the aisles were all uniformly 8 feet high, the enclosures were of all various sizes. Some where the size of a fist; others a small book; still more a basketball; there were enclosures even the size of a closet. And all of them contained something that seemed to be alive, even if they were dormant at the moment. Others were distinctively alive, slimy appendages squirming and slithering, pressed up against the glass while others simply remained still. But most importantly of all, none of these things looked like they originated on Earth.

“What, what are these things?” You stammered, breathless as your eyes canvassed the scene before you. Jesus, this part of the shop was at least several times bigger than the front.

“They’re tentacles silly! Ah, here’s something a bit more suitable for a beginner.” Ami gasped excitedly as she located a particular small enclosure and pulled it out from the knob on its front. She pulled out two pills, similar in size to ones you would take for a fever, except these had green and pink stripes. She made her way to the nearest faucet and turned on the hot water, throwing the three pills inside a glass beaker that looked like it’d been procured from a chemistry lab. When she returned and placed the beaker in front of you, it looked like pills were already shifting slightly on their own.

“They’re activated by warm water.” She explained as she removed her plaited schoolgirl skirt, tossing it aside as she bit on her bottom lip, reeking of anticipation. No panties, why weren’t you surprised? Getting down on her hands and knees, she looked up at you, eyes slightly closed as she splashed a bit of the warm water onto her bottom. “Just give them a couple minutes to absorb it all in.” She murmured as she began to rub herself right before you, not even caring that you weren’t even aware of each other’s existence less than an hour ago.

You stood there, frozen in place, watching the pills slowly expand, their hardened outside shell evolving into a slimy, slick coating that only the most depraved and mentally deranged people would find desirable. Water ran down the beaker’s sides, the growing tendrils much too large to fit into their container, twisting and turning about searchingly until the beaker toppled over, spilling warm liquid everywhere as the fully-developed tentacles sought out the nearest source of warmth: Ami.

Both tendrils slithered toward her ankles, wrapping themselves around her thighs starting at the knees. She inhaled sharply, closing her eyes as they coiled around her upper legs, squeezing lightly on them as they approached her openings dripping with more than just hot water. The petite Japanese schoolgirl let out a low hiss from her lips as one pressed against her clit, rubbing it back and forth while the other pressed against her lips until it slithered in, eliciting a small yelp from her as she fell against the ground, her bust pressed against the cold floor as warmth blossomed inside her deepest region as the pleasure-seeking tendril slithered inside her, before it began to thrust in and out, undulating inside her as her eyes slackened. She looked up at you lazily and gasped out,

“Is this what you had in mind?”

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(Is it really M4F if I'm not a dude in this? Also if anyone here who's ridden a Sybian dislikes my description and has a more accurate one, hit me with it. I'm always keen on improving my story!)