“I owe you one.†Tentaspy and you – gender neutral I heard people asking for more consensual “tentaspy and youâ€, so as promised I wrote one of my own! Cheers! … Working for BLU as a mechanic has let you travel all over. This assignment you’re out in the middle of the damp mountains, surrounded by evergreens; they call this base The Sawmill, it’s where BLU processes lumber harvested from the surrounding forest. Same as on your other assignments, you are told to stay out of the way of the hired mercenaries vying over the resources that rightfully belong to BLU. For once, it’s not raining, and the sun is shining warm and bright. You are working on the gears of a large saw blade behind the mill on a quiet afternoon. The mercenaries have called ceasefire for the day, allowing you to come out safely to finish your repairs. Nearby to where you are working is a large pool of water fed by a waterfall…they use the water to transport logs, so many are sitting in the waterway. There is also a series of damp looking caves and overhangs that extend beyond the fences, but you have work to do and exploring them is not on your schedule. Over the sound of your adjustments you hear something, so you pause. It’s gasping and moaning, like someone in distress. You listen close and leave your wrench to go examine the noise. You sneak through a rock overhang, crossing into RED’s territory. Your pocket knife is at the ready, just in case. Rounding the corner of a supply building you almost drop your blade. There, tied and chained to the back face of a RED wooden building, is what looks like a BLU Spy, but where his legs should be…is a mass of curling tentacles. Tentacles – like a giant octopus. You stare in disbelief. The man looks like he’s been in a scrape – hair poking out of small tears in his balaclava, purple-red blood dripping down his face. His vest is askew amongst a once pristine button-up which is splayed open, showing more damage done to his chest. His arms are up over his head, tied tightly. The tentacles are restrained as well, with many haphazardly placed, tight leather straps secured to the wall and metal fencing. Though it looks like if he’d been in better shape he could have easily got himself loose from them. As soon as you come into view his drooped head raises and his whole body tenses. He bares his teeth and hisses, an inhuman sound somewhere between a snake and a tiger growl, but as you stand your ground at a safe distance, he calms down. It more so looks like he doesn’t have the verve to keep up the display. His breathing is labored – it’s obvious he is weak. “You’re with BLU, oui?†He says hoarsely in a French accent, “I’ve seen you…ze past few days.†“Yes - I’m a BLU technician,†you reply. He softens, eyes turning pleading, not something you’d expect from a Spy. “S'il vous plaît, RED caught me, tied me up ‘ere…I need to get back to ze water,†He gasps again; “They said they were coming back – for more. I might die before then. Please – I promise despite my appearance…I will not ‘urt you.†He struggles weakly against his restraints. Two things cross your mind, besides the obvious monster-like nature of his body, he’s a Spy – you can’t trust spies. But he seems to be a BLU by his clothes, and you work for BLU as well; he’s on your side. “You’re a BLU?†You ask, inching closer. “Oui,†He gasps, “Sort of…†“Sort of?†“Just untie me!†He struggles again, desperate. You eye him carefully as you get in close, hovering your pocket knife. “I give you my word,†He croaks, looking like he is passing out. You pick at the rope and strapping, cutting where you can, but the leather is tough. You finally get it undone and he falls forward, limp. He really HAS passed out. A minute later the rest of the restraints are free, but all that’s moving on the strange Spy are the tentacles, which are dried and slow. You try to wake him but he won’t answer. The small lake behind the mill isn’t far, less then six yards. You are able to drag him, and push his lower half into the water. Should you give him mouth to mouth? It sounded like he was suffocating, like his throat was closing up. Well, he does look watery in nature…you notice his clawed, webbed hands, and on his bruised torso you see a fluttering on his sides that looks like cut flesh, but upon brushing aside his shirt you see it’s not a wound. He has gills. The strange spy is still out cold, so you figure ‘what the hell’ and take off your boots to drag him all the way in, so his face sinks below the water. It’s cold at first but the warm sun makes it at least somewhat refreshing. The tentacles curl to life, but he still seems unconscious. You’re in up to your calves, trying to push him into deeper water when suddenly there is a thrashing. You are caught off guard as a strong tentacle knocks you off your feet. Your butt smacks into the water and you try to get to your feet, but curling tentacles are around your ankles hold firmly. You gasp in surprise as without warning you are yanked, fast, into deeper water, head barely kept above as you shear over the surface. Out of the corner of your eye you see the RED’s by the shore looking for their captive, just as you disappear unseen into a cave opening in BLU territory. You catch your breath, eyes adjusting to the low light, and latch onto the first firm land you find as you feel your ankles released. “I apologize, I caught scent of ze RED’s coming back.†You hear the Spy’s voice, far smoother now. You can see him faintly, stripping off his torn clothes with his body turned sideways to you. He grunts in annoyance looking at his soiled clothing, and then there is a groan of pain as he stretches his arms and back. A silhouette of fish like frills stretching on his spine and arms cause your eyes to widen. He slips into the water, smoothly gliding towards you. You scramble to get your entire person onto the dirt, but you stumble and sploosh back in. Never turn your back to a Spy, you think, so you turn and end up with your shoulder blades to the edge, the Spy’s smile there right in front of you, face exposed. His hair is short, wavy and dark, and slicked back with water. “Merci beaucoup, I do believe you owe you my life…at ze very least I owe you one. And that is not something I like to say to anyone.†His voice is a strange mixture of gratitude and prideful warning. “I…it’s fine.†You are not sure if you want a Spy owing you anything, no matter his smooth voice seducing you into accepting otherwise. Treading water you shiver a bit, and feel smooth tentacles gently latch their suckers onto your exposed ankles. The feeling is so different now that he is in control. “Despite this, I always repay my debts, and I do not forget favors.†He replies. “Do you now?†“Might there be anything I can do for you, mon ami?†He has a knowing tone. You reply with another small shiver, without the warmth of the sun the water is not as cozy. “Mon dieu, let me at least warm you up,†He fusses. You gasp as tentacles coil with more fervor, and help you onto the dry land. They are so strong yet so gentle; their suckers create such an alien massage-like feeling. The Spy follows after, perching over you. He must know, no matter how much you tried to hide it, you find him strangely attractive, and those tentacles fascinating. “I can smell the arousal on you,†He rattles, sharp grin widening, “Is this something I can do for you? Give you some…relief?†You bite your lip, breathing deepening. You are feeling warmer indeed, those tentacles acting like a blanket...but it’s not just that making you heat up. You nod, and voice your consent and desire. He seems VERY pleased, like he is eager as well. Those tentacles move in waves, creeping higher up your legs, to your inner thighs. You pause looking at his bruises and scrapes from his run in with RED. He shakes his head. “Do not worry, I’ve ‘ad far worse. Now…what do you like?†He breathes hot against your neck, coming in close. You feel wet licks there, strong against your flesh. You manage a request, groaning to the wave of sensation crashing over you. “You want to feel more of my tentacles?†The spy arches his back over you so that he is basically straddling you, if he had legs. “So adventurous.†The tentacles prod into your clothing, pulling at your shirt and jeans. Your shirt is easy, sticking a bit as it’s wet, but soon your torso is exposed, your arms over your head. He unzips your fly with his webbed hands, but then leaves the tentacles to disrobe them. Your body is no longer chilly as heat rises in you, aided by slick, pulsing tentacles coiling all around your groin, squeezing your ass and cupping over your crotch. Your head throws back, and you buck your hips. You feel a single thin tentacle tip wriggle into your underwear, and touch against you directly. “Ohhh so eager,†He purrs, petting over your face with soft hands, “You feel so nice, I bet you feel even better on the inside…†He teases a second tentacle against your entrance. Your damp underwear bulges against the invading appendages. You writhe your hips more, and consider for just a moment… “Yes…†You moan, burning for it. “Please…Fuck me…†“I’ll go slow - at first.†He grins, nipping at your neck and pressing his naked torso into yours. His whole body writhes with you. You feel your legs spread and your ass lifted as your underwear is ripped off. That smooth, slimy slickness encompasses you, thick suckers nursing your throbbing crotch as your legs settle into their open position. You relax, arching and letting the pleasure overtake you as all your other limbs fall slack. Everything is so slick and wet…his body pressing into yours and that angular face grinning down at you, taking pleasure in being in control of your gratification. It’s then you feel that teasing tentacle tip press into you. It’s easy at first for how small and tapered it is…but soon you are moaning and gasping as you feel it go deeper and deeper…the thickness slowly stretching and filling you. When it’s at your comfortable limit, he pulls out of you, and then delves back inside, going a little faster and a tiny bit deeper each time. “Ahhh, ahhh!†“Ohh you do make very lovely noises,†he chuckles, “Do you like that?†You nod and wrap your arms up around him, body tensed. You are careful of those slits on his sides, which flutter with each of his gasps. He seems just as pleased, groaning and grinding his hips into you with the motion of his tentacles. Larger suckers latch onto you, they feel like sucking mouths at your crotch, pleasuring you mercilessly as he fucks you. You feel so full, the wriggling inside you igniting a deep sensation. You gasp harder, and buck against him. His lips press into your neck, kissing and licking with fervor. The Spy cries out, and then you convulse and feel your orgasm crest and crash over you, hot and overwhelming. It ebbs smoothly though, leaving you blown and satisfied…everything tingling as your enveloped and filled body is let down gently by slowed tentacles. The tentacle inside you leisurely slips out, and then slicks up your undercarriage, both of you enjoying the sensations. “So is my debt repaid?†He voices, obviously reveling the high of his own orgasm. “I dunno,†you smirk, “I still have a few more weeks to complete my job for BLU….I might require subsequent sessions to be convinced.†He chuckles. “I will do everything I must, mon ami.â€