[TENTACLES] Munh Kholana - Part 1

Trudy woke up, her alarm blaring. She moaned, slammed a hand on her clock, then rolled out of bed, shuffling to the shower.

The alarm was only a hint. Only a hot shower in the morning could really wake her up. And only after about fifteen minutes of steam infusing into her skin before she could really get her day started.

In her half sleep state, she turned on the water. She then pulled her tank top off, slid off her panties, and left them in a pile on the bathroom floor. Pulling back the shower curtain, she stood in the deluge of hot water, as hot as she could get it, and let it fall over her.

After a couple of minutes, Trudy turned, exposing her back to the water. A handful of shampoo made its way into her shoulder-length hair, almost immediately rinsed away. Then some conditioner went in, and she pulled forward a step, letting the hot water hit her lower back and buttocks.

She took her favorite loofah, squirted some soap into it, and foamed it up. She rubbed it all along her body, the rough surface helping to wake up her skin, growing pinker both from the hot water and rough loofah.

Another squirt of soap made it into her hands. She lathered it up well, cleaning her ass before she turned to face the deluge. Hot water on her chest washed away the soap, dripping from her nipples and down her belly to her nethers.

She rinsed her hands, then used her clean fingers to clean herself down there. But when her fingers went to her folds, she felt something unusual.

They were writhing. Almost alive. And…curling around her fingers?

She pulled her hand away, stood back, and got her hand mirror from the counter. She looked down, expecting to see her familiar pink lips, the left one a little larger than the right.

What she saw terrified her. As if her labia had been split and…sharpened? Into three points…no, tendrils. Deep purple tendrils, three on each side. And another one where her clit would be.

And in the center, a gaping maw. Emptiness, darker than the blackest black. Like a hole to another universe.

Her fingers went down again, tentatively touching the tips of the tendrils. They touched back, almost sticking to her fingertip like a octopus with its suckers.

She was terrified to touch it, instead letting the water fall on it. The tentacles writhed,seeming to come more alive with the all-too-warm water.

“𝕿𝖗𝖚 𝕯𝖊𝖊,” she heard in her head. A dark gurgling voice in her head. Calling her name.

“Yes,” she said out loud. Who was this? “Who are you?”

“𝕴 𝖆𝖒 𝕸𝖚𝖓𝖍 𝕶𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖆,” the dark voice said in her mind, and her vulval folds seemed to churn in concert with the sounds.

“Are you…are you the…thing living between my legs?” Trudy asked.

“𝕴 𝖆𝖒 𝕸𝖚𝖓𝖍 𝕶𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖆 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖘,” it replied.

Her fingers slid down, again feeling the suckers on her labial tentacles, and as she did, she could feel ice cold trickling down her spine. She felt so at ease, so relaxed.

“𝕰𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖗𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖘. 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖉. 𝖄𝖊𝖘?” Munh Kholana asked.

Trudy sat on the edge of the tub, the shower still falling with full force. “Yes, endorphins good,” she sighed as her fingers continued to stroke the tendrils where her vulva used to be.