Tentaowned: An Action filled story of bros, siblings, and anti-rape sentiment - Games

Well guys, I feel rather guilty for that previous story. So, to kinda make up for it, I wrote an alternative ending. It might not be much, but I think it is much better, at least for not being a tentacle rape story. So, enjoy, and um... forgive me? …and now the Scout was in complete darkness, upside down and with little ability to move. Barely coming out of the shock that the creature is sentient, the Scout was trying to think of some way to escape. With her Flashlight on the floor, she could not get to her FAN, that while wet, could have been used, even in that state. The creature was menacing, but its disturbing manners were more perverse than anything. In the anger, the Scouts brain suddenly remembered of Sandman she carried with her. Before Tentaspy could react, the ball hit the head of the creature, stunning it for a few moments, within which Scout escaped its grasp and fell back into the waters below. Despite the depth, she quickly recovered her FAN and within seconds, those two barrels of fun were aiming right at the creature. Just as Scout shot off both charges, the Tentaspy realized what was happening. Tentaspy released a bloodcurdling wail, as pieces of its tentacles (and surprisingly enough, suit) have went flying through the air. In the madness of pain it released many of its tentacles to capture and envelop the Scout, even if it was possible that such actions might harm her. Scout had enough time however, to get to phase two of her plan. She pulled out a can of Bonk and drank it completely. The time had slowed down tremendously to Scout, and the tentacles that appeared to move at speed of light, were now so slow, it was pathetic. But she knew it was temporary – and probably, so did her foe. Without time to reload FAN, Scout started fending off the tentacle attacks with her sandman, a gift from the father, long time ago; before he left her home, forever to never see him again. She would never know that she would indeed see her dad, thousands of times. And that the horrible foe she is with in a battle for life and death, took a small likeness of him. No, that isn’t true, that is the likeness of the Spy, not the father, who would protect his daughter from anything, if only he remembered anything from his past. What she fought was a malicious monster that taunted her with the mimicry of her teammate. Teammate she knew better than she had always thought. But she was to remain ignorant of that, for the rest of her career. Which if she was not successful in this endeavor, would be rather short. The Bonks charge was dissipating, the tentacles were now faster, but the biggest ones were beaten into a pulp from which they were not to recover. The smaller tentacles however, were almost endless and their attacks just became more frequent, despite being damaged by dozens ([B]AUTHORS NOTE[/B]: [I]Now think what that meant for the original story. Alright, just to keep this away from being a horror story, I’ll just say that only a small fraction was participating in that um… action[/I].). Despite her best attempts, the Scout was pressed against the wall and soon to collapse after the nuclear-powered sugar rush of such magnitude. And if that was to happen, the Tentaspy might have had a worse punishment for this failure, than he originally was interested in. Finally she collapsed into the water, helpless to do anything, awaiting the horrible end. The gunfire interrupted the dramatic scene, however. The lights on the platform turned on. The tentacles which were so close to grasping the Scout suddenly were ripped apart and away from her. Then the gunfire shifted to the Tentaspy itself, and the creature was thrown back as the bullets hit it in a rapid succession. Relieved, the Scout looked at the direction where gunfire was coming from and only saw a quickly running silhouette that soon made contact with the Tentaspy. “GET AWAY FROM MY SISTER, YOU SCREWED UP FREAK!”. The aluminum bat, shining in the light, was quickly and almost effortlessly beating the creature away. The unexpected rescue came from no one other than from Scouts younger brother. Despite all his training and the skill, he was however on a dangerous line, and at times it seemed like the creature had been able to gain some ground as well. But anger is an endless source of energy, and Scout was far from exhaustion. The Sister knew it was a chance. She loaded the FAN as fast as she could, aimed it at the monster, and screamed “Run!”. The Brother jumped out of the path, and the FAN had sent its charges into the monster, shattering its insides, and throwing its hole-filled body to fall on the ground, with a florp-like sound. Sister finally stood up and looked at the monster, now dead. Turning to her brother, she could only ask one word: “How?”. The Brother smiled and replied: “You think I’d let my sister to get eaten by some monster? Well, someone else knew that this would happen, so they sent me from Gravel Pit to here, to help you out. And holy crap, you needed me, or you’d be lunch!”. She smiled back: “So, does that mean, I have to save you from a monster now? Or just that “Scary Doctor”?”. Brother frowned, at the painful jab at his ego: “Well at least he won’t eat me.”. As the strength returned to her, Sister made another remark: “The way you spoke about him, I thought you really meant he would”. Despite his best attempt to frown, Brother was only able to make an idiotic grimace, which caused them both to laugh. A laugh of relief. And then, they brofisted. It was a silly, childish tradition they made up years ago. They were the best friends out of all siblings, and this little childish sign would forever bind them not just as siblings, but as friends. And somewhere, somewhere out there, one of the manliest men on the planet released the manliest tear to ever exist. After all, it was him who taught those children that sign of bonding. And it was great to know it was not false. “Mr. Hale… I am rather disappointed.” The voice of the Announcer was cold and calculating – just like the person to whom it belonged. “You, wasting our funds which we had put into creation of this creature, by disrupting testing. That is rather… unprofessional, to say the least.”. Saxon Hale replied with a simple retort: “Helen, you have lost that what made you a woman – your heart and…”. “Mr. HALE – I kindly ask of you, not to bring that up!”, the Announcer was angry with the subject. “Very well, Helen... but all I can say is that it was worth it. And after all, it was to destroy the cameras as it was to commence its actions – it is intelligent, after all.” Hale always tried to explain it to her, but ever since that event, there was no use – she was just not human enough. Announcer pushed a button on the console: “Miss Pauling, please tell us, will you be busy this weekend?” and looking up to Saxon Hale she added “If you are not, we would like you to assist in testing a certain product.” Pauling replied: “Um, yes, I was to go to movies with my friends, but if you are to…” she was interrupted by Saxon Hale: “Miss Pailing, dismiss this call, there is no more need.” As he let go of the button, Announcer exploded on the subject of “no more need”. But Hale wasn’t listening; he was just looking at the Announcer who was once Helen, his beloved… lost. For now.

Oh go, I thought this craze was over.... I'm glad it's not... these stories are funny as hell.

[QUOTE=cs_bunny;22016066]Oh go, I thought this craze was over.... I'm glad it's not... these stories are funny as hell.[/QUOTE] You're missing the point.

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Rated artistic for such a win story that does not contain rape.

[QUOTE=!xHDMicrobe;22018022]:golfclap:[/QUOTE] You know, that emotion is usually used for irony or sarcasm. And yet, often times its just right, for right things. Crazy, eh? Indeed.

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Other story? What other... You know what, judging from Junkie's stuff, I don't really want to ask. But pretty good story.

Nice to see positive comments. Thank you.

At least there was no rape involved.

I came in here expecting non-rape sexy times. I am disappointed.