Little Tentaspy/Scout romance. First AF I've ever written...bear with me. "Aye, lad, and a terrifying monster it is, too!" "Leetle scout is scared of scary monster in the scary sewers? Poor leetle baby scout! Go run back to mommy, baby scout!" "Ach, I told you drinking that 'Bonk' would give you nightmares, but you did not listen to me now, did you?" "Mrphhghhh mrphh MMFFMMGH MFMFM." "Come on, son, I think you had one too many whacks on the head these past coupla weeks." "DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE? GET BACK TO WORK AND STOP BEING SUCH A GODDAMN PUSSY BEFORE I PULL OUT YOUR BOWELS AND STRANGLE YOU WITH THEM SO WE CAN GET SOMEONE MORE USEFUL." "Truth be told, kid, I've heard some pretty odd rumours comin' outta RED base..." Some listened, some didn't. But he knew the truth. He knew there was something down there. Something beyond the perimeter of anyone's imagination, let alone his own. But this was the third RED Scout that had disappeared in a month, never to return from the Respawn machine. And this particular BLU Scout was determined to solve the mystery of the 2Fort sewers. He had a few ideas, all of which were ridiculous (and yet terrifying). He had seen the marks on the RED Scout's body-- what was left of it, anyway-- as they carried him out. Purple-and-blue marks, like bruises, covering his chewed-up arms and legs. The BLU Scout had seen a lot of things, but the frozen expression on his counterpart's face left his heart racing with fear. It was an expression that suggested the Scout had known what was coming and could do nothing to stop it-- --except hope that it wasn't too painful. The BLU Scout had gone down to the sewers a few times. He mostly stayed on the battlements, racing back and forth over the roof of the bridge, taunting the RED Snipers, daring them to shoot him, and laughing contemptuously as they failed miserably. Then he would leap onto the Sniper nest and beat the crap out of them with his bat. When he did go to the sewers, it was always with several people with a carefully thought-out plan, which the Scout proceeded to ruin by racing ahead and firing his scattergun every which way, laughing maniacally all the time. But these last few weeks, he'd been avoiding the sewers. Even if he stayed with the group, they would ask him why he wasn't going on ahead and then laugh at him when he explained why. And there was always the chance that something -did- live in the water, lurking and waiting. It was probably ridiculous. But he avoided those damned sewers all the same.
(Still haven't figured out how to make italics yet. Anyone knows how, lemme know.) ------------------------ "Hey, big guy! Over here!" The BLU Heavy looked up at the sound of the Scout's voice. Seeing nothing, he went back to painstakingly spreading mustard on his sandwich. "That sandwich sure does look tasty..." The Heavy whipped around, surprisingly fast for someone of such enormous stature. "Who ees talking? Do not touch sandwich, leetle Scout!" "Over here, tough guy!" Quick as lightning, the Scout reached out from on top of the counter where he'd been hiding and grabbed the sandwich. The Heavy roared incoherently and lunged for him, only to grab a fistful of empty air. "Thanks! I'll pay ya back, I promise!" the Scout yelled, darting outside and ignoring the Heavy's furious bellows of rage and racing up to the BLU battlements. Ceasefire-- his least favorite part of the day. But it did give him time to eat in his favorite spot, the roof of the bridge connecting RED and BLU bases. He could see everyone coming from each direction in case anyone wanted to fight. The Scout plucked out the toothpick and began wolfing down the sandwich. -Nobody makes them like Heavy-, he thought happily. -Not too much mustard, just the right amount of bologna-. The sun was shining, the sandwich was delicious and had cost him almost no effort on his own part to get it, and life was good-- --until the Scout heard the characteristic sound of a Heavy's minigun spinning up. "RUN LEETLE SCOUT!" the Heavy yelled. "SASHA IS COMING AND SHE WANTS HER SANDVICH!" "Shitfuckshitfuckshitfuck"-- The Scout shoved the rest of the sandwich into his mouth, looking a little like the way a hamster does when it has tried to shove just a bit too much food into its giant cheeks. Spraying crumbs everywhere, he yelled, "WHATCHA GONNA DO ABOUT IT? FRIENDLY FIRE'S TURNED OFF, YA MORON!" "Not anymore," said a familiar voice from the battlements. "It got turned back on, for some...unusual...reason..." The Sniper was standing on the battlements, leaning against the wall and looking amused. The Scout swallowed the sandwich whole and burped. "Aw man! What the hell did ya have to go and do that for!" "Wanted to see wot would 'appen, I guess." He chuckled. "Should prove interestin'." A bullet grazed his skin, followed by the sounds of metal scraping metal as they hit the bridge roof. There was nowhere to run, except to the RED base, and he wasn't doing -that- in a million trillion years. The Scout was trapped. The only place to go was the water.
-Fuck, I am definitely gonna regret this. Crap crap crap SHIT- The Scout jumped. The water was freezing cold. He wasn't sure why the Heavy didn't follow him, but he certainly wasn't going to question why. Maybe the Medic had convinced him that the Scout wasn't worth it. -Why the fuck didn't he follow me down, at least then I coulda had some defense in case somethin' tries to attack me...- The Scout surfaced, sucking in air and coughing. -Nothin' so far. I was probably just seein' things, maybe Medic's right, maybe I oughta cut down on that Bonk, but runnin' circles around those Engies and their damn sentries is so fuckin' fun, but fuck it, if it's givin' me these kinda dreams where somethin's fuckin' attackin' me, then-- --and then something *did* attack him. Something slimy and green and he thrashed around and ohGodhewasstucktoitgetitoffgetitoffgetitoff-- --it was only algae clinging to a rock. *Fuck*. He was losing it, he was definitely losing it. The Scout dog-paddled to the sewer entrance as quietly as he could. -Now I really wish that I learned how to *swim*...- There was nothing down here. He should probably just be on his way, maybe give the Heavy a coupla whacks with his bat for making him go down here. -And the Sniper, too, for good measure. Cannot freakin' believe he turned friendly fire off, what the fuck did he think he was doing...- And then something that was definitely not algae grabbed his leg. Something long and thin and slimy...
Finally decided on a name. Maybe I shouldn't write this all in one night, but what the fuck, as the Scout would say, right? If I spread this out I'll probably forget what I was going to say. So here goes. --------- *Fuck* the Heavy, *fuck* the Sniper, and *fuck* dignity. The Scout started to scream as loudly as he possibly could before he was pulled underwater and all that came out were bubbles. Then he surfaced, face to face with-- "What do you think you're doin' you fucking Frenchy what the fuck is wrong with you you gave me a goddamn heart attack I'm going to beat the shit out of you and oh God what's that on your LEG--" Tentacles. Long, black, tentacles were undulating around the entire lower half of the Spy. Two of them had just grabbed the Scout and had pulled him face-to-face with the Spy, pinning his arms to his sides. The Scout struggled to break the bonds, but to no avail. They were much stronger than they looked, but there was no way in hell he was getting eaten without a fight. "Bonjour, mon petit ami. So nice to see you again." "Again? You're on my team--" Then the rational part of his brain took over. "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOUR LEGSmphhggh!" The Spy whipped a tentacle over the Scout's mouth. "Silence! Unless you want to bring ze rest of ze BLU team down to see how you are behaving-- I am sure ze Heavy will be thrilled to see you humiliated like zis!" He dropped the tentacle to let the Scout speak again. The Scout spat to one side and wiped his mouth on his shoulder. "What the fuck happened to the BLU spy? Did you eat him, you fucking cannibal, I bet you ate him like you ate the RED scout--" "I did not! I do not know what happened to ze BLU spy. But I do not work for either of zese teams. I am my own man." Two tentacles gestured to his clothing, which the Scout could now see was all black. "I have been watching you, ma petit. You are quick as a leetle bunny, indeed. I have grown...shall we say...*fond* of you." A tentacle caressed the Scout's cheek. "I think we shall become ze best of friends." "You're goddamn disgusting is what you are, you fucking squidfag douche monster--" "Ah ah ah...such language. I suppose I am not surprised, not really. You are a Scout, after all. I only hope after this little experience you might have better things to say about me." "What little experience?!" The initial shock was starting to fade and the Scout struggled even harder to break free, kicking the Spy's lower body. The Spy did not even seem to feel it. "Let's get rid of the shirt, shall we? I think it will bring us...closer." The tentacles made short work of it and the Spy tossed it into the corner of the sewer. A tentacle crawled up the Scout's spine, making him shiver. "Fuckin' fag, get the fuck offa me, I thought you ate people, not, you know--" "Raped?" The Spy threw back his head and laughed. The Scout couldn't help but notice his teeth-- razor sharp and longer than any normal human's teeth should be. Tracing the Scout's chest with a tentacle, he said, "Oh, ma petit, this is not rape. You are enjoying this...or at least you will be."
The Spy brought his mouth down to the Scout's neck and began kissing it passionately. His tongue dabbed along the Scout's skin, making him jump and twitch. Teasing him. He hardly even noticed when his pants were torn off and his socks peeled away. It only occurred to him when the tentacles began creeping up his legs and onto his thighs that perhaps maybe he should struggle a little more, y'know, not be such a goddamn easy meal-- --but before the Scout could do anything, the teeth that had previously only been nibbling the skin broke through. The pain was minimal, but whatever started to flow through him definitely wasn't. His entire body began to relax, and he decided that maybe this wasn't such a bad thing, maybe this-- this-- this tenta-spy-- wasn't such a bad guy after all. Not if he could make the Scout feel like this, anyway. He stopped struggling and stared at the Spy through half-lidded eyes. Then the tentacles slid into his underwear and grabbed hold of him and dear God it was like nothing he had ever experienced before, it was ecstasy, it was pure joy as they slid up and down and massaged all around. Then the suckers started up and if it wasn't for the drug in his veins the Scout would have completely flown off the handle. As it was, he could only twitch and convulse as the Tentaspy began kissing him again. He smelled of cigarettes, cologne and dank water. The Scout could feel the heat building in both of them, the tentacles no longer so cold and slimy as when they first started out. As it came closer and closer the Scout began to wish more than anything that he could do something besides grin dazedly and groan a little. He wanted to scream, he wanted to burst out of his skin as the tentacles went faster and faster up his back and around his cock and around his thighs. And when it crashed over him, scream he did, though it was muffled by the tentacle across his mouth. He lay there, panting heavily, and then the Tentaspy bit him again-- just a little bite, a love bite-- and the feelings went away and he was perfectly content to just lie there and grin dazedly. "How was zat, ma petit cher?" the Tentaspy whispered in his ear. The Scout couldn't speak-- nor did he want to. He kissed the Spy weakly on the lips and stroked the tentacle lying on his chest. "And anuzzer one bites the dust..." the Tentaspy whispered. He picked up the limp Scout in his arms and glided away to the sewers.
So...have at it. Review. First ever adult fanfiction I've ever written, but I have a secret love in my heart for tentaspies, as you can probably tell.
reach second-to-last post "aww crap, it's after 3am so I'll probably have to wait a day before she posts more." see post time F5 There's the rest! Thank you, internet Good story, OP. I enjoyed it in many ways. Hopefully this won't be the last I read from you! Now get some sleep already.
Oh hey that was wonderful! I liked How the relax-and-enjoy-it was venom, rather than someone-is-touching-my-penis-I-am-instantly-aroused and the way Scout just DOES NOT SHUT UP.
I really liked this. I'd love to see more from you, Feathers. I really enjoyed how there was only tiny bits of actual dialogue, yet Scout was babbling away CONSTANTLY in his head. Jolly good show. Also, italics is like [ i] this [/i] except without the spaces.
Thanks, stubs! Like Banimal said-- I enjoy reading what people write on here and I felt like I should really give something back. :D
Thought I'd say I really enjoyed your fic [even if 'another one bites the dust' by queen is now stuck in my head!]
>>11 Spy sliding off into the sewers to that tune would be fucking epic.
Oh man, this was fantastic. You had me going that TentaSpy was actually a good guy until the very last line, where I actually yelled "Oh, no!" Hahaha, it wasn't on purpose, either. Keep up the fantastic work!
hot(Goodbye, dumbass)
>>14 Idiot. Mods? Please?
>>14 OH THANK GOD FINALLY. Please tell me the ban is for at least a week.
>>16 More like forever. They can appeal it if they want it to be less, but I doubt anything would come of it. I would have done it sooner, but there have been issues involving bans.
>>17 Thank you, Kilo. I'm pretty sure they were a troll at this point. So many zombie threads.
plzzzz update thisss! it was so hot.