F/X, NC-Con

She looked at the brightly wrapped gift on her doorstep quizzically. It was about a foot on either side, with purple wrapping paper and green ribbons holding on the lid. She smiled, still confused, but picked it up and carried it inside.

She set it on her coffee table and sat on the couch, looking the box over to find a label. There was no address, just a tag that read "Merry Christmas. I hope you find this a touching gift."

She frowned pensively at the mysterious package, untying the ribbon and opening it up. "Whoa, shit!" she yelped, recoiling on her couch as the first purple-green tentacle reached out. It gripped the side, heaved, and three more rose from the confines of the box. She turned, diving over her couch to put some distance between her and the seething box, her skirt flipping up over her bare thighs.

The squelching mass churned out of the box , seething towards her, a tentacle wrapping around her waist, one around her throat, and one sliding around her bare thigh. She felt the warm slime secreted by the suckers soak into her flesh, making her tingle. Her hands clawed at the tendrils ineffectively, unable to find purchase as the powerful arms hauled her back over the couch.

Aroused by her interference, two more tendrils gripped her wrists, immobilizing her. The one gripping her throat tightened, threatening her, as though telling her who was in charge, before the warm tip of it slithered up to her ear, teasing it. The intimacy of it shocked her, and when the tip of the tentacle holding her thigh began working higher, slipping under her skirt and exploring the edge of her panties, she knew what it wanted.

She made one last effort to free herself, waves of warmth spreading through her body from the slime soaking into her flesh, making her tummy flutter and her heart race. When another tentacle rubbed its suckers over her lips, her body disobeyed her, and her tightly closed mouth opened, welcoming it inside.

It had been two days and May wasn't answering her phone. Anya knocked, trying the door. "May?" She asked, stepping inside. The place was a mess, with clothes strewn everywhere and strange puddles of some kind soaking the carpet. "M-may?" She asked again, hearing some moaning.

"Here... I'm back... Here..." came May's breathy voice from her back room, accompanied by a strange, squelchy, goopy noise "Wanna see... My... Unh! Christmas present?"