#flesheating

Moving through whatever this place is your hunger which started out at a tolerable level grows. Your instincts command you to find sustenance and quickly. You pause to think what would happen if you could not find food in time but are interrupted shortly into your thoughts when you feel pressure on a tentacle. Reflexively you wrap around the object and pull it towards your mouth. Dagger like teeth tear and shred as whatever this is moves through your heavily dentata filled orifice. 

Prologue 

You awake feeling hungry. No memories. Just the all-consuming urge to feed. Your vision is limited. Things are dark but you possess long tendrils and tentacles that have amazing perception. Extending your limbs outward you pull yourself along a flat, smooth surface. Everything is alien to you. Each time you touch the floor you notice the viscous fluids of your body leave behind a mess.  

You will remember that.  

Upon consumption of the creature, you feel...sensation. A tickling in your brain. You grow in mass. Five more eyes and six mouths emerge from you. Your vision has also improved. You can distinguish colors, make out objects a fair distance away and you can hear. This is a new. You launch a tentacle up above and grip the surface above. Cautiously you pull yourself up. Observing the red fluid that drips from your being. Fascinating.  

You file this information away for later. 

Sliding along the ceiling you make your way through what appears to be a hallway. How did you not know this before? Perhaps with each meal you grow...smarter? There is only one way to find out. Pausing you send out several slender tendrils to feel out in front of you. The ceiling appears to be slotted not far in front of your and there is air flow. Pushing through you wiggle about enjoying the feel of the current on your appendages.  

Your mass grows ever larger and once again you multiply in mouths and eyes. Your senses increase and you become more intelligent. The theory is correct. With each meal the smarter you become and the more sentient you become. But how did you arrive here? You ponder this new train of thought as you spot another of these bipedal meals. There are four of them this time. They emit some sort of noise when they see you. You imitate the noise back at them and one of them begins to leak fluid from its lower half. Fascinating.  

Suddenly, you feel pain! A lot of pain! Retracting your tendrils, you open one of your mouths and scream! You cannot hear it but you know you have done something as now there is a red flashing light moving about. Annoyed and angered by the pain you launch forward from your position and move through where you earlier sent your tendrils. Angered at whatever dared to harm you. You detect heat coming from your side and you thrust several thick tentacles in that direction. You wrap around a strange looking upright blob thing. You pull it towards you and devour it in your rage. The feel of its meat and liquids pooling in your mouths and being rend asunder brings you great joy. 

You will remember that. 

You cruise through the containment facility. Devouring the poor wretches that dwelled beneath. Some tried to fight. Some tried to hide. Most just screamed. The adrenaline they secreted enhanced their flavor so you made sure to instill as much terror as possible into the tiny beings. Each one tasting more delicious than the next. They were almost as addicting as your rage. Almost. The slight they had dealt you still needed to be dealt with.  

You grab the creatures and feast upon their delicious fleshmeats. The crunch of their bones brings you great joy. You now enjoy textures. The smoothness of the bones changes when you chomp down. They become sharp and help break up the enjoyable but monotonous squishy smoothness that your meal felt like previously. The creatures flavor however, now that is something that is piquing your interest.  

This is familiar. A memory forms in your head. These bipedal creatures. You. Some sort of a container. Blood. Blood? What is blood?  

Pulling a tentacle up to one of your many, uncountable eyes you observe the drippage trailing off of it. Was this stuff blood? You plunge the appendage into your mouth and feel yourself feeling yourself. Interesting sensation but you have other matters to focus on. The liquid tastes pleasant. You surmise that the red substance you are oozing and trailing behind is blood. And it comes from these delicious bipedal, moving fleshsacks. You purr in excitement. You desire, no! You crave more of them! So more you shall have.  

With newfound gusto you traverse through the hallways. Eating new meals, gaining intelligence, recovering lost memories and rediscovering who you are. You are not native to this planet. You are new. You were being studied by these beings. Humans. Tasty little treats who got in over their heads. They believed you could be controlled. How stupid of them. They were prey. Simple as that. Nothing more and nothing less. You had consumed so many of them before your most unfortunate capture.  

Rage fills you as you remember the pain and humiliation of your capture. How they reduced you to that simple thinking biomass with limited abilities. So small and pathetic. Prey. They had made you prey! YOU! YOU WERE NOT PREY! YOU WERE THE ONE WHO ATE! They must pay for their mistakes! You resolved to punish the humans. Forcefully taking their life’s blood to sustain yourself but also in revenge. You were satisfied and no longer needed to eat to keep yourself alive in this moment. You were well fee.  

No, now you wanted to eat to punish these disgusting yet delicious humans. Remind them they are little more than cattle. They exist for your consumption just like everything else. They had no other purpose than to provide sustenance. And you were going to drill that into their tiny, soft, squishy, fatty masses they called brains. Brains which by the way tasted quite nice with gunpowder. Something you learned when a gun mech blew up within you as you shredded it down to get to its soft, gooey, humanoid center.  

And you were almost at your goal.  

You could read their language now and you knew you were far above the subterranean levels you had started at. You were nearing the exit. The airflow was different here. It smelled different and felt...fresh? It wasn't recycled like it was down below. Perhaps there were more of these tasty treats beyond whatever this door was?  

You had to know!  

So, you forced your massive, wet, dripping mass through the opening and thrust yourself into the unknown. And were summarily let down. There were more pathetic meat bags and some weird hovering machines. The memories of one of these creatures told you they were called helicopters. They were used to transports lifeforms and objects to and fro through the air. But you had to know how to fly them and you were well above their weight limit being double their size.  

Oh well, maybe they had larger ones you could attempt to use? That is for the future. Right now, you wanted to explore more of this outside. Propelling yourself forward you wander about. Eating the new creatures, you came upon with your newfound freedom. None tasting as good as the human fleshbags you had feasted upon previously. You craved them like a drug. At this point you needed them to scratch an itch you didn’t know you had but damn did they soothe it. Their mouth feel and flavor was second to none. Crunchy, metallic, smooth with a subtle sweetness that made your mass shudder and pool juicy, wet fluids beneath you in excitement. You needed more and you would have more. 

Some time has passed. You aren’t sure how much because you don’t know how cycles work on this world. It is bright and then it is not. It is cold, then warm, then rainy, then fog. Nothing has a logical order or pattern outside of the light and dark cycle. You have no way of measuring this so even that fails to matter.  

Only one thing mattered right now. That was the severe lack of tasty fleshbags taking a swim inside of the waters you were now calling home. There had been ample supply of food when things were warmer. Now that things were getting cooler the supply was diminishing and you were becoming concerned you may have to lower yourself and eat the local wildlife instead. They would do the job but they wouldn’t scratch that itch that only human flesh could satisfy.  

You were lying in wait beneath the surface of the placid waters of your lake when to your great relief a human broke the surface. Your tentacles shot out and grabbed the unfortunate creature and began to drag it to your mouth. One of your unfathomable eyes locked onto the creature in your grasp, so you could savor its terror. Instead, you locked gazes with the most unimpressed human you have ever had the pleasure of consuming. It was jarring.  

You halted your actions and began to spread out in the waters around you. Fanning around the human trying to get a reaction from it. Once again, the creature gave you an unimpressed expression. Bubbles escaped from its nostrils and you knew that its finite air supply was going to run out soon. You contemplated allowing it to drown and die but that wouldn’t be satisfying. You wanted to relish the delicious fear-tinged meat. The adrenaline the humans secreted tenderized their flesh in a way nothing else could. And you had tried multiple methods.  

The human’s eyes were beginning to widen as the lack of oxygen or perhaps the cold of the water was starting to wear on it. You didn’t know. What you did know was this thing wasn’t afraid of you and that made it utterly unappetizing. Flinging yourself to the far, far shoreline you drag your once prey over to the banks and roughly slam the human upon it. Slithering out next to it and waiting for it to catch its breath so you can try again.  

Instead, the human just stared at you. It made those annoying noises from its orifice. You slap a tentacle across its mouth and use another to draw in the sand. “Stop making those annoying sounds. I can read your language.” The human reads what you have written then shows you one of the smaller digits on its hand before it too draws in the sand. “Fuck you. Why did you save me?”  

Now you are perplexed. You didn’t save anything. You fully intend to consume this creature. SLOWLY. It will suffer for the disrespectful attitude it showed towards your horrible and most terrifying form. “I plan to eat you. Now cower in fear. Otherwise, you will not be suitable for my refined palate.” The creature shakes its head then makes another series of short, barking noises from its orifice. “Stop this at once! I command it! That sound you make is awful! Now why are you not afraid?” 

The creature moves its shoulders and writes back to you. “Because if I am going to die there is no point in fearing death. Besides, it’s not like there is anyone coming to save me.” For some reason this confession bothers you. You don’t know why. 

But you will remember that.  

“You truly don’t fear me?” you scribble hastily. Trying to shock the being with a few bites at it and smacks with your appendages. The thing closes its eyes then......whatever that breathy noise was it doesn’t sound like it is impressed or frightened with you. It sounds like it is as annoyed with you as you are with it.  

WHAT IS GOING ON!? 

You throw a minor tantrum. Ripping up some trees, tearing through the sand around the human. Shrieking and relandscaping. Improvements really. When you are finally done the creature makes that noise again. You motion to choke it and it leans into your wet tendrils as if offering itself to you. HOW DARE IT! 

You scribble out a long paragraph or eight about how the being has insulted you and should be groveling on its stupidly, tasty limbs for your mercy, soiling itself and crying for its creator. The human reads the message and makes the barking noises again. THEN IT REACHES OUT AND TOUCHES YOU! Grimacing at the feel of your body but it doesn’t retract its offensive member from your greatness! IT BEGINS TO STROKE ONE OF YOUR TENTACLES AND MAKE SOME SORT OF SOOTHING SOUND FROM ITS PATHETIC ALMOST TOOTHLESS MOUTH!  

Ok, it did have teeth. Like 22-28 give or take. Depended on the human. POINT STANDS! THEY LACKED THE IMPRESSIVE AMOUNT YOU POSESSED! THAT IS WHAT MATTERED! The stroking did feel calming so you relaxed and allowed yourself to become a gelatinous blob of questionable features. Numerous eyes blinking and watching the human as it observed you.  

The orb of light in the sky was beginning to fall below the horizon line and you realized this creature needed to die soon or return to its kind. A conclusion it came to as well. You made the choice for it and began to slither back into the lake. ALONE. The being made awful screeching noises behind you but you ignored it. Still angry that it dared to not fear you. Instead, it COMFORTED YOU! WHAT WAS THAT!? 

You stewed on those thoughts till the orb returned high in the sky. Traversing the lake, you dwelt in, looking for a meal. Poking several eyes up above the water you spot the human from before. It appeared to be in conflict with two other humans. It was then you began to notice that it might be a sexually dysmorphic species. The aggressive ones were flat up top and rather ugly. Not that you know what was attractive by their standards. But they didn’t look appetizing to you. The human you recognized had curvy masses on its torso and also a rather round lower area. The thing they sat upon. You knew not what it was but that it was quite scrumptious to feast upon.  

You swam closer and extended a tentacle up the wooden perch that sat atop the waters. The human you recognized didn’t notice at first but then its eyes grew wide and it definitely was aware of your being. It looked between you, the other humans, the water, back at you, the water, the humans, then stayed on you.  

What was this thing up to? You were curious. Retracting your tentacle, you decided to watch. Knowing that only one of the three was aware of your presence. They continued to make those awful mouth noises and then all of a sudden, the human you had spared (unwillingly) charged forward and pushed against the taller, more aggressive ones. It didn’t do anything but knock them off kilter. They probably could have balanced themselves and kept from falling into the water. Probably.  

If you hadn’t taken the opportunity to launch your red appendages and grab them around their mid sections. Pulling them beneath the surface and shredding them inside of your mouths. Spreading their chunks over 12 different orifices. Your rage from the previous day was soothed. Now replaced with the content fullness of having had a satisfying meal.  

You wiggle your limbs in glee and allow yourself to float up to the surface. Allowing a small chunk of your being to climb up onto the wooden surface and rest in front of the creature. The human looked in the water then at your smaller mass. Its mouth twisted into an expression you didn’t have long to dwell on as it picked you up and carried you to the sands of the beach. Setting you down it wrote in the soft, pliable material.  

“Thank you. I needed the help.” it wrote. You were confused. Why was it thanking you for eating? Did that really matter? It was now groveling most assuredly. “I was hungry. Why did you offer sacrifice?” You didn’t care too much but maybe you wanted to know a little more about its motivations. Perhaps this would lead to you being able to lure other meals to yourself! 

“Because they would have harmed me otherwise. You gave me freedom. I gave you food. I can give you more food.” You read the words and your eyes you sent on the tiny mass grew wide and changed to red. Hurriedly you scrawled the letters out in the sand as legibly as you could. “You offer more? WHY?!” you demand. The excitement was almost too much to bear. If what this being was saying was true you may now have access to unlimited food! 

“I want them all to die. I wanted them to die before but watching you pull them beneath gave me a sensation that I want to feel again.” It was then you saw the human make the expression again! You mimicked the expression with your own mouth and realized what the human was getting at. The pleasure you felt from eating it was deriving from feeding you. It enjoyed seeing their fear! It knew how you felt! It felt like you! IT FELT LIKE YOU!  

With haste you latched your mass onto the human and stroked at its neck with several tiny tendrils. The creature made the noise again. You noticed that its pulse increased but it didn’t seem to fear you. Writing in the sand you decided to confirm your suspicions.  

“What did you feel?” your tendrils begin to explore the body of this specimen. Deciding while you were here to make note of its anatomy. Poking here and there, prodding and pulling at various bits of its soft, pliant flesh. Several eyes glued to the sand as you waited for it to finish scrawling in the ground. When it did the words you saw made you tremble in glee. You began to secrete the red viscous fluids that helped you move across certain surfaces more easily. Your tendrils flapping and flailing, caressing the creatures body. It made another noise from that annoying orifice of its but you didn’t have the presence of mind to care. All that mattered were the words the being wrote.  

“Pleasure. I felt ecstasy. I want to feel it again. What must I do?” 

Oh, those words filled you with a most unexpected and joyful glee. You spread your smaller mass along the creature’s body. Writhing and causing the creature to continue to make the noises. You were lost in your own joy at the new revelation that it dawned on you that the being may be being harmed by your actions.  

THAT WOULDN’T DO!  

You needed this fleshbag alive and well if it was to keep you fed. You immediately stopped and began to slither off of it and back into the lake. The creature however grabbed at you and pulled you back to it. Curious, you pause. Why did it do that? You shiver your mass in hopes that it understood the unwritten question. It did! This is promising. The creature appears to be above average in intelligence compared to the other animals you had consumed. This bodes well for your future food procurement relations.  

The creature wrote with one of its digits slowly. You were concerned because it was exhaling rather loudly from its mouth hole and clear strings were leaking out of the same hole. Was this a sign of illness? Its pupils were dilated as well. Well shit. It was going to die before you could actually get things going. Just your fucking luck. You should have eaten it before and been satisfied. Your rage started to build up again and you snapped at the creature to let you go while you read.  

“Please, continue. I need you to touch me more.” As your read the creature ignores your biting and brings you back onto its chest. Pressing you into it further. The heavy breathing continues and it urges your to flick your tendrils about in certain places on its torso. The creature began to make those awful mouth noises again. You tried to pull away again but it pressed you in further and let out a particularly long and drawn-out noise.  

Then a thought dawned on you. This creature...this being! IT WANTED A SYMBIOTIC RELATIONSHIP WITH YOU! IT NEEDED YOUR TENDRILS TO COMPLETE SOME SORT OF RITUAL TO CEMENT YOUR NEW UNION! How could you not have noticed earlier! Clearly this is how they assumed symbiote status with being such as yourself! Or maybe with anything that brought them pleasure. Who cares? As long as it meant you got fed that is what mattered.  

So, you indulged the creature and resumed your earlier explorations of the human. Making note of what gave you more pronounced reactions so you could do it more. This would most definitely reassure your new whatever this thing was, empathetic relationship with you. The safer it felt with you, the more food it would be willing to provide you. Plus, you can learn more about their anatomy and where the tastiest bits were. It’s a win-win situation truly.  

You continued to study the creature as it progressively got louder and louder till it began to convulse and then finally still. You were pretty sure you had killed it when it limply wrote out in the sand.  

“That was amazing. Thank you.”  

You had no idea what happened or why it was thanking you but none of that mattered. You had secured a minion. And your minion was pleased. Now it would bring you treats and delicacies. Slithering back into the waters you kept one eye trained on the human. It was watching you with heavy lidded eyes and its tongue was partly hanging out its open mouth. You blinked once and color come to its face. Changing the pigmentation of its skin. How curious. 

You will remember that.  

You sink beneath the water and sink down into the depths. Pleased at how unexpectedly stupendous your day had become. Looking forward to the next day. What new meal would the creature bring you? Your biomass trembled in anticipation as you attached yourself to the lakebed. Biding your time until the orb rose high in the sky again and you were once again gifted with an easy meal.