Selena tapped the log twice calling her old friend the kraken. She laughed thinking of the terrible earth tales of the sea monster, the dreaded kraken, he had told to her as a child. When the first settlers had come they had not treated the gentle creature of the sea with kindness. Their alienness was complete in their outer form. Six meters long and one wide they looked like giant squids with twelve tentacles and three enormous eyes set at 120 degrees. Very scary and thus the name kraken had been bestowed on them.
In truth, they were warm blooded grazers that frequented the shallow marine swamps surrounding the extensive shallow seas of two midcontinental oceans at the equator. Their kindred of heart lay with the manatee and dugong of earth not their kindred of form.
Their layout was trilateral. Between each eye that lay at a prefect 120 degrees from the other sprouted two trunks that bifurcated about 50 cm above their base to form two tentacles for a total of four and with three clusters an overall total of 12. Behind each cluster of tentacles lay a brain, three ia all, each identical, each working alone but all working together. It had no up side and no down.
At the center of their tentacle mass lay a three lip mouth the tentacles fed soft vegetation too. The tentacles were almost 4.5 meters long and the body around 1.5 meters and weighed over 200 kg. They had blubber like a terran whale and three valved snorkeled nostrils about 20 cm behind each eye. These led to set of three conjoined lungs with three separate two valved hearts that drove a single circulatory system immediately in front of them. These two systems from triangles around to gullet the ran strait back to a two chambered stomach and a spiraled gut the emptied from an anus at the back.
The wondrous animal had been commonly killed, at first out of fear and then contempt. This had continued until the war. The ruthless tartangs came and drove humanity into the swamps where they were hunted It had looked bad until the kraken lent a tentacle.
One night tartang hunters overran an encampment of mostly women and children on low platforms out in the swamp. They had started abuse some females and had been preparing to impale a girl. As the leader of the tartang placed the tip of the sharpened pole against the teen's anus and tensed to drive it thru her he was silently yanked off the platform and into the water. When recovered they found his neck broken. The night became a long terror to the tartang as they were seized one by one and drag over the side or had the bound telfa canes ripped out from under them and the distinct tentacles of the kraken dragged them to their death. By morning they were all dead. The small band of troops that came at dawn found all humans safe, even a couple of women that accidentally fell with a tartang into the water. They reported being rescued by a kraken and put safely on a small island near by. This pattern set in and the humans even learned to work with the kraken until the tartang rarely ventured back into the swamps.
Eventually the colonial marines came and drove the tartang from the world but if not for the kraken there would have been few of the settlers left.
An inquiry by the Colonial Xenobiological Institute found that the pattern of behavior by the kraken had shown a high order of intelligence on par or above that of humans. A grave mistake had been made and the colony was removed.
Only a research installation was left on the world but it was soon discovered that the kraken really didn't want humans gone, they just wanted them to be nice. The complex language of color variations like the squid of earth and infrasonic rumbles took time to sort out but when your object of investigation is likely smarter than you the job was accomplished despite the humans.
Those who wished, her ancestors, had returned and learned to live with the kraken. "Speaking of learning to live with them where was that old beast?" she thought. Not paying enough attention she was tripped by one tentacle buried in the sand and gently caught by eleven more. As she was set down, with only her pride bruised but very angry, she saw her attacker in the shallows. He had been camouflaged by his amazing skin whose ability to change color put a squid to shame. Now his skin was intensely and completely white showing he was have a very good laugh at her expense.
He was really old, on the order of three thousand years but like most of the kraken he lived in an eternal, NOW, forever youthful. He was her teacher and a gentle friend whose specialty was studying gag humor. It was an concept that did not predate human settlement but for which, on discovery of it, the kraken showed a great aptitude for. She wished he had taken up mathematics, another human introduction they now dominated as a science. It was one in which she had no interest but it wouldn't cause as much embarrassment for her either.
She plunged into the water and nailed him on a nerve ganglia under a tentacle cluster that would hurt quite a bit. Immediately she found herself suspended in the air being scolded with shades of green and dark blue and infasonics that made her guts quiver. He was angry in the gentle kraken way though he had broken a few tartang necks when young,, at about a thousand years in age. They could be provoked to violence. She patterned a message of apology with her fingers on the tentacle that finally mollified him and she was let down into the water.
He tapped out a message of his own on her foot saying that she need to act her age and then dunked her with a pull of the tentacle. As he flashed a flicker of white she knew he was back to his eternal, NOW. He was so frustratingly zen.
As she lulled naked on the beach the sun beating on her dark brown skin they talked. She called him Naga, a name that she had given when she was four. His real name was a series of color changes and some unintelligible rumbles. She had known him her whole life but her feelings had altered as she had grown older, though 18 hardly rated as old by kraken standards. It had become a nameless want, a need for an intimacy that couldn't possibly be met. Suddenly tears inexplicably flowed, she jumped up and ran inland away from the strange feelings.
In time, she returned and found him amusing himself playing a sort of six fingered cats cradle. "Still so easily amused at his age." she thought. She plunged into the water and wrapped her arms around him, as well as she could, around the thin point just behind his eyes and wept salty tears into the saltier sea.
Then she let go and floated in the embrace of his tentacles. Just as when she was three, too young, to be afraid and too far from the ancient tales of earth, she simply trusted this great beast. Then it had been so simple and now she longed to articulate her terrible need for him.
He sang a color song more ancient than this swamp. A bright song of life and beauty from the time before the continents sank and these warm shallow seas filled their center but one touched with tints and shades of lose, and loneliness, then he spoke in their shared tongue of touches and rhythmic taps.
Long ago your kind came and put your harsh hand on our world, we hated you then. But a hand harsher still drove you deep into our world stripping you of machines and starships. We saw you then for the first time and knew you were not so different.
We saw lovers and understood their acts. We saw mothers cradle their little ones against the dark and knew you understood love as we do. Cruel human men stood between those they loved and death hoping against hope that their act might buy their loved ones more than a few more moments of life. I looked up and saw a girl like you about to be impaled by a tartang and conceived a new idea, I broke his neck. We learned violence and killing from you and learned to love the complete stranger. The first gift diminished us but the second was so great it was a small cost we paid.
He paused as he gently ran his tentacles over her as he always had and continued, "Do you think that we are so different there can be only a distant and limited love between us, Selena? I see a skin that says, 'I am completely and totally confused, all the time.' by its color and a there is a deafening vibrational silence in the infrasonic. You have four paltry limbs and a rather silly little head. Yet these are really only small differences, likeness of heart is what really matters. Sweet Selena, I would do anything for you. I have many human and kraken friends and many students but you are the one I enjoy the most. Do not think we have reached the limits of what is possible. It has been along time since I have had a lover, kraken or human, and I long for you. The tales of kraken and human lovers are no myth"
She gently reach and stroked one of the very sensitive sensory structures at base of where his trunk cluster met and his body shuttered in response. A tentacle caressed her inner thigh close to places he had never touched before. They explored each other in a new light of understanding and tapped out in return, "Naga, I long for you as well."
As she stimulated the slit that hid one of his three penises, each hidden between the pairs of tentacle trunks, two tentacle tips spread her buttocks and another slightly penetrated her tender anal opening teasing the sensitive flesh just inside.; The organ slips from it cavity as she licked it. Seeing it for the first time she wonders at how it will feel in her vagina. The tip was tapered to a point but it quickly flared to a set of three knobs forming a cluster almost 8 cm. across. Behind that it narrowed to a 4 cm wide neck on a 15 cm shaft that increased to 8 again at the base. On top of that there were dozens of 2 cm long and .5 cm wide tendrils lining the shaft that help lock the organ into a kraken female. She watched them whither and wondered.
As she slowly sucked the
tentacle on her thigh had thrust its tip into her vagina. As more
of it burrowed up into her slowly stretching genitals the tip re-emerged.
Soon the doubled over tentacle became slightly uncomfortable as shaft thickened.
On cue it reversed direction and slipped out in the opposite direction.
As it came back to its tip, a second and third tentacle joined it.
All three now slowly drove up into her as two other tentacles
entwined her hip and thighs to hold her in place. The three tip intermingled
and squirmed within her. Once she was filled to capacity they began
to thrust and twist en mass.
In intense arousal her head lulled back, unable to focus on his throbbing organ. Using his echo-location system as ultrasound, he could see her inside thus ensuring not to injure her, and by monitoring, her heart rate kept her in a state of high arousal without bringing her to orgasm.
He focused all his attention and energy on her seeking only her pleasure. His tentacles caressed every point of her body while gently squeezing her breasts and nipples. As she thought she was going to blowup he slipped his tentacles from her vagina. For a moment he let her arousal decline bringing her from the threshold. Then he drew her in with his tentacle enfolding her out stretched legs and bringing her vaginal opening up against his mouth.
The three prehensile lips spread her outer lips and exposed her inner lips and vaginal orifice to his oral cavity. One of the many tendrils surrounding the inside his mouth gently burrowed under the hood of her clitoris and wrapped itself around the tender sensitive nub. While he a slowly caressed it his rough tongue was pressed against her exposed genitalia. He began to suck hard enough that her external organs were pulled almost 3 cm into his mouth pressing them hard against the tongue's raspy surface. She arched her back groaning with incredible pleasure as she rose towards orgasm. Then he stopped again though the tendril around her clitoris rubbed it enough that she came down slowly.
As she began to recover the final act unfolded. Switching his hold he released her from his mouth and brought her slit down against the lowest penal shaft. Holding her arms against her side the upper two penises thrust under her arm pits to masturbate as the lower one copulated with his human lover. As she bobbed with her head and torso lovingly cradled she relaxed and waited for the huge organ to be buried her trembling but willing body.
It was slowly forced into her as she gasped. Stopping to let her adjust he then began to slowly thrust into of her again. With ultrasonic echoes he watch her labia cling to him as his organ was repeated driven completely into her tight vagina. The young woman's vaginal canal was wrapped around the knob as it plunged in and out of her. It rose until it almost popped loose of her labia as they clung to it and then it rammed back deep within her.
He sustained a long embrace endlessly teetering on the edge of orgasm. Her groans built as the powerful thrusting pistoned the kraken's organ inside of her. With a final pounding set of thrusts he filled her with his semen.
As they lay and teased each other in the shallows they knew that their old friendship had irrevocably changed. However, to the kraken and humans of this ancient world it was a natural transformation from one possible love to another. So different but at the basic nature of their beings so alike. Long ago the two peoples had become one and though their eyes still saw the difference their hearts knew they were the same.