Page 10 of Tis the Season for Tentacles
The aliens have found meandthey’re beaming me aboard their ship?!
Am I weird to view this as a dream-come-true moment?
Probably. But who cares?
I grin to myself and shout, “Beam me up, Scotty!” as I’m sucked up by the light and into the unknown.
Chapter Three
“Tentacles and Torment: Body Swapped”byFeliXFiles
Fandom: “The Tentacular Tales of Captain Starblade” by KirklovesSpock4eva
Tags: Lord Vardox, Captain Starblade, body swap, tentacles, 18+
Part 3.5 ofTentacles and Torment
“Well now, isn’t this interesting,” Vardox drawled with Starblade’s mouth.
The uncanniness of it was almost too much for Starblade. How the hell did they swap bodies?
Vardox rose from the bed with a fluid grace and began flexing his—or rather, Starblade’s—naked body, twisting around to admire his backside.
“Shtop that,” Starblade demanded, unable to stop unintentionally lisping around the fangs in Vardox’s mouth. The dang things were more awkward than he could have imagined.
Vardox arched an eyebrow at him. “Darling, I do believe we’re in a bit of a pickle.” He swept a hand down his body and then gestured at Starblade. “We seem to have swapped bodies.”
Starblade’s irritation rose to the forefront and several red tentacles whipped forward to flail in the air around him, making him stumble back with a gasp.
Vardox smirked. “Tentacles are quite wonderful, don’t you agree? I must admit I feel oddly lighter without them.” He flexed Starblade’s biceps and gazed at them admiringly. “However, I’m rather liking this unexpected turn of events. Lovers need to try new things to spice up their sex lives after all.”
Starblade sputtered. “Are you out of your fucking mind?”
Vardox sauntered closer. “Come now, darling. Aren’t you the teensiest bit interested in taking the driver’s seat and seeing what it’s like to pleasure yourself withmytentacles?”
Starblade shivered.
Damn the man.Now that Vardox had put the idea in Starblade’s mind, he couldn’t let it go.
FELIX
One minute, I’m surrounded by an enormous beam of light lying on the ground in the middle of the desert, and the next, I’m flat on my back inside what is clearly an alien spaceship.
Glancing around, I try to process everything I’m seeing and not grin like I’ve lost my mind.
I’m on a real alien ship!
I’d expected extraterrestrial technology and even futuristic design aesthetics.
What I didn’t anticipate was Christmas kitsch—everywhere. The interior of the ship looks like the set of a cheesy holiday movie on the Hallmark channel, but with a sci-fi flair. Every available surface appears to be covered in various types of Christmas-themed decorations and paraphernalia. Garland, tinsel, fairy lights, baubles, wreaths, and so much more.
It’s a lot to take in.
Jolting out of my momentary stupor, I struggle to get to my feet. However, it doesn’t go so well since I’m trapped by my heavy backpack. I resemble a large tortoise that’s been turned over on its back, arms and legs flailing in the air as it tries to turn itself over.
Talk about awkward and a little embarrassing when you’re trying to give aliens a good impression of humanity.
I stop breathing when a stunning golden-hued alien steps closer and looms over me. Wearing black cargo pants and a dark gray, tight vest-like garment over his bare and totally ripped torso, and with some kind of weapon in a belt at his hip, he’s imposing as hell.
