Horoscope

They slowly rose up from the ground,
the tentacles so long and round,
their purple sheen catching her eyes
and taking her quite by surprise.

She stood transfixed, just like a rock,
seeing each tip shaped like a cock,
and was seized by wonder and fear,
just like headlights trapping a deer.

In this forest she was alone,
quite out of range for her cell phone.
Help would not come despite a scream.
"This is my time, so it would seem."

Her horoscope had said today
would be strange in a unique way;
tentacles could not be stranger,
even though she sensed no danger.

"This is my fate today, I guess.
Perhaps I should avoid a mess."
So she slowly exposed her skin,
showing her body small and thin.

The tentacles had been waiting,
now it was time for their mating.
The purple tentacles approached,
as she closed her eyes and she hoped
it would not hurt, it would be fast,
it would also not be her last.

From behind she felt the first touch,
a gentle stroke which made her blush,
for the first stroke had touched her "there,"
which is rarely exposed to air.

Her heart pounded, sounding its fear
as a new caress touched her rear,
then another fondled her leg
and she really wanted to beg
to be let free and left alone,
to call for help using her phone.

Consumed by fear, her body shook
as she stood near the bubbling brook
assaulted by things tipped with cocks
things which sprouted up from the rocks.

A tentacle began to drip
a strange fluid from its odd tip,
then another, then even more
as she stood on the rocky shore
assaulted by these things unknown
and unable to use her phone.

More tentacles encased her arms,
causing her voice to scream alarms.
She tried to run, she tried to fight,
yet she was caught despite her might,
and her struggles caused her to fall
where she curled up into a ball,
a protective, instinctive act
which she soon saw was the wrong act,
for the tentacles grabbed at her,
pried her apart and leaked on her,
so spread-eagle upon the rocks
"there" was quite exposed to their cocks.

"There" she was gently touched anew
and "there" began to drip with dew
despite the fear, her mind just knew
that her body wanted to mate, too,
and just then she was broken through
and at that plunge, she screamed anew.

Her open mouth was quickly filled
and in panic, her body flailed,
yet she was held firm to the rocks
while assaulted by leaking cocks.

Another cock entered her rear
with no mercy, raising her fear.
More tentacles reached to her chest,
her one asset she liked the best.

Yet now she was just an object.
She was unable to reject
the advances of these strange cocks
assaulting her upon the rocks,
so she gave up and she gave in
her tears forming two rivers thin
as they tumbled down her flushed cheeks
and the cocks continued to leak
both upon her and within her
and continued to mate with her.

Time seemed to stop, stretch forever
and it seemed that they would never
end her torment and leave her be.
"Why is this happening to me!?!"

Yet her body did not agree,
for in the shadow of a tree
it finally felt whole, complete,
sending pleasure from head to feet,
but her mind could not understand
the strange desire now at hand,
and the tears continued to stream
and she gave up trying to scream
for her throat was so often filled
giving her body yet more thrills.

In time, each cock seemed to expand;
she knew from books what was at hand.
Her mouth, her chest, her rear, then "there,"
as she was lifted in the air,
all succumbed to her body's need
covered and filled with a strange seed
which flowed and flowed just like the brook
as she was moved over the brook.

Each tentacle slowly withdrew
and she was set gently anew
upon the ground, her feet quite wet
within the brook, its water met
by the blue seed her body leaked
as her eyes opened just a peek
to see the mess she had become
from the tentacles' foreign cum.

Turning her head, she saw the cocks
disappearing beneath the rocks.
With her rape at last in the past
she fell to her knees, safe at last
spitting out the alien seed
as she still continued to bleed
from the entry she did not like
to grant to anyone but Mike.

How could she face her one true love?
How could she fit him like a glove?
He would no longer be her first,
for tentacles had claimed her first
and had used her as they had planned
for what she did not understand.

Three months later, awake in bed,
her cat asleep beside her head,
she left something writhing within,
something quite long, something quite thin...