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Cepheus:
written for the kink meme. Tentacles.

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Rating:
MA.

Warnings: tentacles,
anal, etc.

Disclaimer: I
don�t own Hetalia.

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Project
4 Operative

One�shot

��Ve~ what is this,
Japan?�

Italy leaned forwards towards
the cage, observing the strange� thing inside with wide eyes, but not getting
too close. Behind him, Japan was fidgeting, scribbling something down on a pad
and casting careful, hesitant glances at both the Italian and the cage.

�Ah� well, it�s�� Japan shook
his head. �You can get closer, it won�t hurt you� he added, when he noticed
Italy backing away from it. �It�s an old experiment of mine that I completed
during the course of this month, and I�m just now testing its efficacy� he
spoke with a business tone, scribbling again.

The thing in the cage was of
a dark brown colour, and was something closer to a plant in appearance than to
a living being; small stems twitched slightly, moving barely of a few
millimetres before turning still again, but despite the short ramifications,
there was no vase nor roots, and no leaves either. It actually had small
claw�like pods on the underneath, and a jelly�looking viscosity on the shell.

It had no eyes of sort, but
it looked quite harmless, probably as big as a cat, and Italy almost thought it
was cute.

�Ve~
what does it do?� moving closer to the cage, reassured by Japan�s words, Italy
prodded one side of the thing. It was smooth and soft, and it coated his finger
in the same jelly substance he had on its back.

�Well� ano�� Japan fidgeted again, but
his eyes were filled with determination as he quickly stepped closer to the
cage, flickering it open. �You can help me if you want,� he stated, holding
tightly his pad. �I�ll let you cook pasta afterwards, if you do�.

Italy�s eyes lit up in
delight, and nodded happily. �Of course~ pasta~� then he blinked �what do I
have to do?�

�Ah� interact� Japan flushed
a bit, and retreated. �Just so you know, the scientists said the substance on
his back is� uh, edible�.

Italy looked at his finger,
then at the� thing�creature, that was shifting slowly towards the opening of
the cage. It was moving quietly, and there was a soft �swoosh� sound coming
from it. Sniffing the jelly goo on his finger, Italy took a small lick.

The taste wasn�t bad at all
�it had some sort of familiar flavour, maybe honey, and Italy lit up again,
turning to Japan� only to find him gone.

�Ve~ Japan?
Where did you go?�

No answer, so Italy sat down
on the floor and busied himself with the thing. Maybe it was one of those
projects Japan did in his free time, like building small submarines in thousand
colours� as it was, Italy still thought it wasn�t as cute as a cat to have. Was
it even an animal? Well, it moved� but certain plants moved, too�

Prodding with his finger at
the thing again, Italy licked some more of the stuff; the taste was positively
good. �What do I have to do with it? Play?�

At a second look, it didn�t
look like it could play. If it was a plant, it was really strange.

Looking around at the room,
Italy saw there wasn�t really a point in tossing something so the thing could
take it back. It was moving far too slowly for that. Standing up, he made his
way towards the sofa and sat down, staring as the thing moved its stems in his
direction, almost as if sniffing him. Then, it turned and started making its
way to him.

�Ve~ I�m
bored� Japan~ where are you?�

The stems trembled a bit,
then the ends of one of them split apart, and something purple slithered out;
Italy stared at it in surprise �was it meant to do that?

The long appendage, much like
the tentacle of a polyp, twirled in the air, and faster than the thing could
move, it reached him. Italy backed away a bit, not sure what to expect, but the
tentacle slithered to his cheek, touching it gently. The touch was strange �it
felt like a mix of a finger and the same jelly feeling from the back, but it
wasn�t as delicate as it looked.

�He he he�
he giggled, as the tentacle first touched his ear, then down his neck, coming
into contact with his shirt. His smile faltered when the tentacle slithered
inside his shirt, somewhat warm against his skin. �Ve~
stop~� he grabbed the tentacle and moved it away, tilting his head, but the
appendage, once free from his grip, stubbornly returned under the shirt.

Italy shivered as the
tentacle moved to his nipple and with a faint sense of confusion he pushed it
away.

With a soft pop, a second
stem broke, and another long tentacle wormed in the air towards him.

�Oh, there are more of them?�
Italy blinked as the second tentacle wrapped around his wrist. �Hey, let go~�
he tugged at it, but his attention was taken by the first tentacle, that was
slithering down his shirt again.

By then, he was starting to
feel a bit hot, and shifted on the sofa whilst trying to get both of the
tentacles away from him. The one holding his wrist still slithered past his
sleeve and up his arm, making him shiver, the other gently reached his nipple
again, rubbing at its side and causing Italy to gasp.

�No~ stop�� Italy stood up
and tugged harder at the tentacle in his sleeve, whilst yanking at the first.
Neither bulged. �What are you doing� st�stop!�

Soft sounds from the thing signalled him that more of the
purple tentacles were coming towards him, and he hissed, trying to back away
and hoping the thing would stop. A third tentacle wrapped around his free
wrist, and with a yank, he held it still at his side, worming up into the sleeve.
The fourth tentacle attacked from below, slithering up in his shirt from under
and snapping all the buttons open.

�Ve~�
despite being held still, Italy had yet to panic �this was Japan�s invention,
and he trusted the other Nation. Maybe it was a plant that helped people
undress? It would be something clever indeed�

With a ripping sound, his
shirt was gone. �Ok, so it needs a bit of
working on��

The tentacles roamed freely
on his chest, brushing against his nipples and sending jolts down his back;
Italy let out a soft moan, feeling his chest flare up in heat, and stepping
backwards he fell down on the sofa again.

The tentacles holding his
wrists shifted upwards, forcing his arms together above his head, and Italy
finally felt something was wrong in the whole situation �he kicked with his
feet, but more popping sounds and the following sensation of something warm
sliding up his legs made him aware that he was unable to move from his seat.

He opened his mouth to
complain �and moaned loudly as a tentacle once again touched his nipples.

�Ah��

The tentacles moved, brushing
and sliding and touching� around his nipples, on his skin, curling around his
neck and reaching up�

�Hnnn��

More pops reached his ears, and
Italy struggled against the hold, finally starting to panic.

�Japan! Japan! Your� plant
thing is� mmmmgh!�
his last words were muffled by one of the larger tentacles slipping past his
lips, blocking his tongue and lapping at the insides of his mouth; Italy
recoiled in shock, but the viscous jelly filled his mouth and his reflex made
him swallow more of it.

Sight turning slightly
blurred as his body heated up even more, Italy�s struggles started to grow
fainter, as more tentacles reached out to him, enveloping his body and ripping
away his pants.

�Hnn� ah�. Nnn��

One tentacle, enveloped his
leg, gently pressed against his underwear, making Italy mean around the
tentacle still in his mouth. Another tentacle slid to his stomach, its tip revealing
an opening that let out more of the same jelly substance.

Italy�s mind was foggy, as
the touches of the tentacles were burning, causing his body to react in ways he
couldn�t control �he was aroused, small bolts of pleasure making him shiver and
moan without restrain.

The tentacles moved to his
curl, one tentacle opening its tip and �biting� down on it, tugging and
pulling�

�HNNNN!�

Eyes snapping wide open,
Italy arched on the sofa, and more appendages shifting under him, smooth and
comfortable, moving against his skin, their openings pressing against his back
�feeling like kisses�

Dozen kisses covering his
body, sucking and lapping at his skin, more tentacles surrounding him, teasing
his nipples, his curl, filling his mouth with more juice he had to gulp down,
moaning around the tentacle�

�Ahnn�
ah��

The tentacles around his legs
ripped away the last of his clothing, leaving him bare and exposed. Italy felt
something slither around his erected member and jolted, both bucking his hips
and trying to escape the heightened feeling �every touch bringing him pleasure
so strong he could barely think.

The tentacle around his
length started shifting, pulling back skin, and its opening, wider than the other
appendages had, completely enveloped the tip of Italy�s erection, coating it
with juice.

Italy gasped, struggling
again in vain, tears pooling in his eyes as more pleasure filled his body, the
heat almost choking him�

�Nnnn� ann� ah��

The tentacle jolted
backwards, growing in size for a second, and then sucked.

Italy�s eyes rolled in the
back of his head, unable to control the gurgling yell coming from his throat,
then the tentacles pulled him up, above the sofa and into the air, holding him
up as more of them joined in, each one surrounding him, shielding his body and
brushing, teasing, kissing�

�N�nnnnh�
ahn�aahhhh��

More tentacles moved down,
and Italy let out a muffled cry when they teased his entrance, prodding at it,
shifting open his cheeks as a small, thin tentacle brushed the ring inside,
juices pouring out from its opening and into
Italy, but not entering yet.

The stimulation and the
suction were too much �the heat exploded in a pool of white light and Italy came,
convulsing in midair as the tentacles held him still, and the one around his
erection gulping down on it.

Trembling in their hold,
Italy attempted pulling himself together, but it was hard when none of the
vines stopped moving, curling on his skin, touching every spot that sent flames
of pleasure to his mind.

�Ghhhh��
the tentacle in his mouth retreated, allowing him to pant, taking gulps of air
as he shivered, feeling the same appendage moving to lavish his neck with
kisses and licks.

Much to his shock, Italy
found himself growing hard almost instantaneously, the heat in his groin almost
unbearable.

He struggled again, flushed
and hot all over, although he knew it was futile; Italy couldn�t oppose the
tentacles as they turned him around, so he was facing below the strange
creature that had attacked him.

The tentacles coming out from
its stems were countless, and to Italy�s fuzzy brain, it only looked like a
huge mass of pulsating vines, all of which were holding him.

Gently, the thinner tentacles
resumed their actions on his lower parts, sucking at the reddened skin and
pulling at his inner skin, massaging his hole with their length, coating it
with the viscous liquid.

Italy shut his eyes close, unable
to resist as the tentacles teased him over and over, making him almost
delirious with desire, and yet still unable to control it.

Then they were wriggling
through the lube�coated entrance �one at first, making Italy gasp out at the
sensation as his muscles tensed, then a second, scissoring whilst pushing
inside�

�Ahh�
no� s�stop� aaaah��

Ignoring his words, more
appendages spread his legs apart, a thicker one offering its length to Italy�s
stomach so he was pressed flush against it, chin on its surface, his ass bare
and held high as the tentacles worked in.

�N�noo�
hnnn� please� ah� n�not there��

The thing seemed to feel his reluctance, and the slithering purple
appendages that were working on his body moved faster �mercilessly teasing,
sucking at his erection, his nipples, nibbling his neck, pulling at his curl
and making him gasp, writhe, beg�

�Ah!�

The third tentacle slid
inside.

The two appendages already in
pulled to the sides, one of them nudging at something that made Italy cry out,
stars flashing behind his eyelids. If the pleasure from before had felt
incredible, the one he felt now was overwhelming �it was almost painful, being
stretched so wide, unable to move, his only release his voice�

The tentacles shifted.

Each of them moved at a
different tempo, sliding out when one was still and the other was sliding in,
one of them always rubbing at the bud deep inside that made Italy yell out
again, tears streaming down his cheeks, only to be licked away by the tentacles
still moving on the upper part of his body.

Almost horizontal in
position, Italy could only moan, cry and plead as the tentacles inside slammed
in and out, brushing as much skin as they could, working together with the
tentacles now surrounding his erection, pumping at it, rubbing its tip and
sucking on the skin.

�Ah� aaaaah�
nnn� oooo� nnnnnngh��

Italy�s tears running down
his chin made it even harder to see, swimming through a blurred world made of tentacles,
unable to move, spread and open and pleasured rhythmically, everything mounting
again, choking him�

Too muchpleasure�he
needed more, yet it was too overwhelming�

�Aahhhhnnn�
noo� ooh� d�don�t��

The rhythmic moving inside him,
stretching him wide, filling him, pulling and pushing and�

�Ahnnn�
gggh��

His erection almost painfully
humping on the smooth surface of the vine, held and controlled�

The tentacles tightened
around his aching arousal all of sudden. Italy yelped and sobbed and came
undone again, strength disappearing from his body as he slumped down, only held
by the creature�s swirling tentacles, white drops falling on top of it, quickly
licked away by the small sucking mouths.

�Haa��
breathing tiredly, hiccupping and still unable to move, Italy continued riding
his orgasm, trembling as the tentacles around his erection pressed on a spot
under his balls, making his fingers twitch and spasm as the blinding pleasure
continued, overriding everything else.

He was unaware of his own
voice raising and raising in tone, incoherent gurgling echoing in the room as
he grew hard again, unbelieving of the amount of heat and desire still forcing
him to feel�

With a last shove, the three
tentacles moved at the same time, slamming in together.

Italy yelled loudly again,
gasping �the tentacles sucked faster on his skin, his sensitive erection
completely swallowed by the tight length of the tentacles working there� and
came once more, white turning into black as his overwhelmed conscious burned
away into nothing, fainting on the spot.

The tired, overly spent body
slumped down, still shivering in the aftermath of the last orgasm, and the
tentacles, apparently aware Italy had fainted, slowly slithered out from him.

Moving together in rhythm,
they lowered his frame down on the sofa, small mouths working on the body to
cleanse it completely, finally retreating back inside the pulsating brown thing.

The creature let out a soft,
cooing sound, then stilled its movements.

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�Experiment �32/b
successful,� Japan stated, observing the room from the secret panel on the
wall. �Prototype 4 has passed the test�.

He scribbled down on his pad,
as he�d done the whole time, and placed a small mark on each option, nodding to
himself.

�It seems the creature will
continue until the person has lost conscience, unless forced to stop by an
outsider� he stated, turning towards the other person in the room, who had yet
to take his eyes away from the unconscious Italian. �Germany�san, are you
satisfied with the prototype?�

Germany gulped down, having a
problem speaking; the obvious bulge in his pants was clearly not helping,
either.

�Y�yes� he muttered, cheeks
aflame. �I�m buying that� he motioned to the creature, who was now doing
something that came close to breathing deeply. �I am sure Italy will not oppose
to a weekly workout with it, if I�m convincing enough�.

�I�ll drop the bill to your paypal account this evening� Japan nodded, flicking the
button of the cameras on the huge machinery he had in front of him. �As
previously agreed, the tape DVD of this will be sold on my personal homepage
and you will receive a free copy, but in exchange you will record all future
uses of Prototype 4 and send a copy to me �as par copyright�.

Germany nodded, stiff and
flushed, then stood up. �I�ll retrieve Italy now� he murmured, running away
from the room.

Japan smiled gently at his
retreating back �remember I promised Italy�kun his pasta. A promise is a
promise, after all�.

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Cepheus: I feel dirty. But the good kind of dirty. Oh, Germany. Oh,
Japan. Oh poor, poor Italy� Anyway, I hope you enjoyed!
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