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>"Honey?" You call into the dark and lonely house, searching for your mindflayer wife "You there?"
>There's no response but the crashing of thunder and the pounding rain. The two of you had been watching Alien as it stormed outside, mindflayer clinging to you and squeaking with every death.
>I may have been a bit much for her because as soon as the power went out after a particularly large 'boom' of thunder, she ran off.
>"Come on, its just thunder!" you called again, slowly working your way up the stairs "Nothing to be afraid o-"
>There was a hissing, growling noise in the dark as you reached the halfway part.
>"What the...is the power back?" you murmured to yourself, walking back down towards the living room.
>It wasn't, the TV still blank and the lights still off.
>Again you heard the hissing, spinning around and catching a glimpse of shiny black...something...moving past the door way.
>"This isn't funny!" you called again to your mindflayer, heart hammering as you looked out "seriously, where are you?"
>Again, silence.
>There was a thump upstairs that was almost hidden by the storm.
>'So that's how she was going to play it is she?' you thought as you walked up towards the bedroom, pulling out a small flashlight and lighting the way. 'Well, guess I'll just need to surprise her."
>Slowly you stalked your way up towards the room, doing your best to ignore the occasionally growl and thump followed you.
>When you reached the bedroom, you paused before bursting inside with a "HAH!" trying to catch the mindflayer off guard.
>Instead you were just greeted by an empty room, a flash of lightning illuminating it.
>"What the hell?" you wondered, shining your flashlight around the room to find her. "Where'd she go?"
>Drip
>A wet drop of liquid fell atop your head, quickly followed by another.
>Oh no....
>Slowly you looked up, heart nearly bursting from your chest as that hissing, growl sounded again, much louder than any other time you'd heard it.

>Hanging above you was the mindflayer, a terrifying smile on her face as she looked down at you, drooling in excitement.
>She'd stripped herself down to her undergarments (black lace) and had put on a headpiece of black plastic much like the alien's from the movie, although you don't know how she'd made it so quickly.
>You're only response was a shout of fear before she pounced on you with a predatory shriek.
>She rode you hard that night, mixing the shrieks and hisses as she ground your pelvis to dust.
>You made sure to get some payback when the power came back on though.
>Despite how much she loved to roleplay as one, the black carapaced alien's terrified her.
>As the movie reached it climax, the mindflayer was shaking and clinging to you, whining whenever the queen and her brood took the stage.
>She'd been so distracted that she never noticed you slipping her panties down or releasing your member.
>Needless to say, she'd missed the last quarter of the movie due to your sneak attack and had to re-watch

>Break out Friday the Thirteenth to watch with mindflayer waifu.
>It absolutely TERRIFIES her, the unstoppable, unflappable Jason Voorhees frightening her so much that she spends the whole day clinging to you, along with part of the next.
>Explaining to the Tanuki head of IT why your waifu was trembling and hugging you was pretty awkward.
>As soon as she finally calmed down enough to let go of you, a mischievous idea popped into your head.
>A pair of torn jeans, a black shirt T-shirt, a ripped leather jacked, and an old goalie mask you borrowed from a friend of yours were all you needed.
>It was late at night and you'd told her you'd gone out on a grocery run, something about poptarts when, in reality, you just drove down the block and changed.
>Without a sound you walked back home and snuck in the house, letting the door shut loudly.
>"Oh Anon," she said as she walked over to you, a confused look on her face "back alre-"
>She froze at the sight of you, her eyes going as wide as dinner plates.
>She screamed so loud that you thought she'd shatter the windows.
>Fear caused her to forget the fact that she could overpower you and just rewrite your brain, instead the mindflayer ran away as fast as she could while you slowly stomped after her, one arm outstretched.
>She was shrieking and stumbling over herself as she fled, tentacles wrapping up in each other as she dragged herself upstairs.
>You let her get a little distance, letting her think she'd escaped before following her upstairs, each foot loudly thumping on the steps so she could hear you coming.
>Thump.....Thump....THUMP....
>You could here her panicked whispers of "No no no no no no" as you drew closer towards her, opening the bedroom door with a creak.
>She was hiding under the bed, or at least trying as half of her was hanging out from under it.

>Man, she was just making all the rookie mistakes. If this was an actual horror movie she'd be dead by now.
>Whatever, after the "Alien" incident you were up for a little pay back.
>You stepped into the room with another thump, walking towards the side she'd be facing, stomping as loudly as you could.
>Stomp...stomp...Stomp
>Soon you loomed over her hindquarters, her weepy "Please go, please go, please go, please go" only intensifying.
>It was time.
>Your hands roughly grabbed her by the waist as she let out a scream of pure terror, tentacles flailing about in fear as you pulled her from under the bed.
>She was hysterical as you hauled her up and pinned her to the bed, looming over her while she struggled.
>And then, a snorted laugh slipped loose and shattering your cover.
>"W-what?" she asked as her brain processed the noise, a noise that she remembered quite clearly.
>Fear turned to confusion which soon turned to a furious pout as her eyes met yours, a spark of realization flickering through them.
>Oh boy...
>You tried to pull away but her tentacles finally remember their strength as they locked around your limbs, turning the tables as she kept you in place now.
>"Anon...What are you doing?" She said in a town that was half amusement and half fury, a forced, tight smile on her face.
>OH BOY!
>"That was pretty mean Anon." she growled as one hand flipped off the mask to reveal your face, a few tentacles working at your jean zipper. "You're going to make up for it right?"
>"N-now de-"
>You couldn't even finish as she interrupted you with a nearly feral "RIGHT!?"
>There was no choice but to let her work all that fear and adrenaline out on your body until you shook from fatigue and were clung tight in her grasping limbs, a pout on her face as she called you a dummy and meanie.
>As you panted, you briefly wondered if you should show her "Nightmare on Elm Street."
>The original, not the remake with the monster girl.
>Maybe later, your pelvis hurts too much