Monika Mindflayer GF (Somewhat Lewder)

I edge towards the music room door, mind racing as I try to make sense of the what's going on in front of me. Rising from the piano bench is a girl with Monika’s face, but with...tentacles for hair. More unfurl behind her;  I take another step back, and the Monika...thing finally speaks.

“You weren’t supposed to see me like this, Anon...at least, not yet...”

It’s unmistakably Monika’s voice, and there's an...honest sadness to it. I brace myself and look her in the eyes. Her normal ones, that is—several extra are staring at me between the gaps in the tentacles. “...Monika?”

 “Anon, please, don’t be scared...I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

I manage to relax slightly as she approaches. It’s...definitely Monika, no matter what she looks like.

“...I won’t hurt you, but...I’ll probably need to make some modifications.”

There's no time to react before a pair of tentacles whip up and wrap around the sides of my head, suckers clinging tight wherever they find exposed skin. I try to struggle, but my body won’t respond. My knees buckle, and I fall forward into Monika’s waiting arms.

“Sorry Anon...I’m still not very good at this, but I’ll try my best!” Monika smiles, and there’s a strange buzzing in my head. “Why were you even in here, anyway?”

Despite my best efforts to focus on the situation at hand, the entirety of the past day flashes before my eyes: I’m in class, scratching out another terrible love poem in my notebook; then in the hallway, listening to the faint echoes of Monika’s singing; and finally my hand’s on the music room door, screwing up my courage to go inside and tell her how I feel...

"Anon..." I can barely make out her face from the corner of my eye. She's blushing—at least, I think she is. Her cheeks are purple, instead of red. "I had no idea you felt the same way. That makes me really, really happy...but this is probably a little freaky for you, isn't it? Ahaha!" She smiles. Logically, I know I should be terrified, but between her smile and the buzzing, I feel strangely calm.

"Well, I should be able to fix that! Let's see..." More tentacles snake towards my head, and everything fades into darkness...

***

I breathe a sigh of relief as I enter the clubroom. As reluctant as I was to join at first, it really feels like home now, especially after a long day at school. Everything’s familiar and comforting: Sayori’s quiet laugh as she greets me, the sweet taste of Natsuki’s cupcakes, the subtle fragrance of Yuri’s perfume, and of course MONIKA’S CUTE TENTACLES. I’VE ALWAYS HAD A THING FOR GIRLS WITH TENTACLES!

I take my seat and do my best to join the discussion of what everyone’s been reading lately, but instead find myself stealing glances at Monika’s eyes. They’re SUCH A BEAUTIFUL EMERALD COLOR, ALL FIVE OF THEM!

“...Anon? It’s time to share our poems...” Monika’s ANGELIC VOICE snaps me out of my daze.

“Oh, right...um, I’ll exchange with you, first, then.” I fish a sheet of paper out of my notebook, giving it one last look before I hand it to Monika. It’s titled “The Squid’s Embrace”. Truth be told, I was so out of it last night that I barely remember what I wrote. Hopefully she doesn’t think it’s too weird.

Monika’s poem starts out very much in her usual style—unique structure and spacing, with an abstract concept. This time it seems to be about the mind, or...human consciousness? As it goes on, it becomes more and more like a love poem, and by the end it’s borderline erotic.

“This is really interesting, Monika”.

She grins, blushing an ADORABLE shade of purple.

“Thanks, Anon! I liked yours too...I can tell you really put your feelings into it.” Her tentacles wriggle absentmindedly as she talks. They’ve got a slick, slimy sheen to them. WHICH MEANS THEY’RE HEALTHY! SHE MUST TAKE REALLY GOOD CARE OF THEM! “...Anon? Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine, sorry. I'm going to go trade poems with the others..."

Sayori, Natsuki, and Yuri have done great work today, too. I do my best to be a good friend and club member and give proper feedback, but my mind keeps wandering, somehow always finding its way back to the thought of MONIKA'S TENTACLES! WRAPPING AROUND ME, HOLDING ME TIGHT...

Monika rises from her chair and addresses the club. "Okay, everyone, I think it's time to call it a day!" There's some final chatter as we all pack up, and one by one, the other three girls say their goodbyes, leaving Monika and I alone in the classroom.

I watch her for a moment, trying to make sense of what I'm feeling. She looks up from her bag and catches my eye. "Something...on your mind, Anon?"

I’m seized by a sudden impulse. “Monika, can I...play with your tentacles?”

Monika goes plum-purple. “Oh! Well, of course, Anon...as long as you’re gentle.” She motions for me to take a seat next to her, and I oblige, taking a single GORGEOUS tentacle in each hand. As soon as I touch them, the tips squeeze against me out of reflex. “I’m glad you seem to like them so much, Anon. You were so frightened yesterday, I wanted to make sure you weren't scared of them anymore...I might have over-corrected a little, though, Ahaha! You’re not mad at me for messing with your head, are you?”

Messing with my head? What was she talking about?

“Never mind, it would take too long to explain right now.”

Inwardly, I agree; there are more important things to attend to. I begin kneading the tentacles, working my fingers between each sucker. They squirm involuntarily, and Monika jumps. “Oh! A-anon, be careful, they’re very, um, sensitive..."

She trails off, and our eyes lock. SHE WANTS ME TO KISS HER! I release one tentacle and use the free hand to draw her forward. Our lips meet and she puts her arms around me, followed by several tentacles that gently pull me closer. Our tongues mingle for what seems like an eternity, until the tentacle still wrapped around my arm spasms, and we break apart.

Monika is practically glowing, radiant AND SEXY! “This is all moving so fast, but if it’s with you, Anon, then...it’s ok.” She looks me in the eye, and I can tell she's serious about what she says next. “There’s something that I’ve always wanted to try...with someone special. Would you--?”

“Yes.”

“Alright.” She takes a deep breath to steady herself, then runs several tentacles up the nape of my neck, to the back of my head. “It’s my first time, so this might be a little awkward...Ahaha!” As she laughs, a steady, pleasant buzzing starts coming from somewhere deep inside my subconscious. My body quivers, no longer fully under my control. We haven’t moved, but Monika feels so, so, close, like we’re being pressed together, with only a thin soap-bubble film between us. The pressure grows and grows, until the bubble...finally...pops...

Our minds flood together, swirling and mixing until there’s no more ‘Me’ or ‘Her’, only ‘Us’. It’s incredible, like nothing We’ve ever felt before...Our hands and tentacles deftly whisk the clothes from Our bodies and wrap Ourselves together in Our embrace. Our breasts press against Our chest, and Our suckers cling to Our skin. Every inch of Us is explored, Every bit of Us revels in slimy wetness. Working together in a perfect rhythm, Our hips send the pleasures of two bodies rippling through Us until the intensity finally brings Us to Our ultimate climax.

***

As we come to, I realize that I’m...me again, and not Us. Even though this is normal, it feels...lonely now. Monika’s already beginning to gather her clothes, but I pull her back into my arms. She’s surprised but quickly softens, tentacles coiling around me in return.

“Anon?”

“Monika, I...that was...I want to be a part of you again...”

“I’ve heard it could be hard going back after a mind-meld, Anon, but don’t worry...I left a little of myself in there.” A tentacle reaches up and presses against my lips in a mock kiss; the buzzing returns, and I FEEL WARM, AND SAFE, AND GOOD! She beams. “I'll be with you, wherever you go! Ahaha!”

Fin.