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You’ve heard of the urban expression ‘Pull my hair.’? This is why one must be very careful about day dreaming around quasi telepathic tentacle monsters that dwell in accounting, as they tend to make those fantasies a reality. Time line wise, this takes place about a week after she got the accounting job and is still getting used to Krecker. And Krecker is still trying to get used to her.
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Jenn had just gathered the last box of the 2017 case file documents, she still couldn’t understand how or why her new employer had so many boxes of financial statements. Had he not heard of electronic filing, even the flimsy plasts with their ruins were easier to decipher than the small print combined with her employer’s tiny scrawl.

How he had ever managed to keep anything organized was beyond her. And then there was the ‘Help’ he had hired, or as he had put it, his Chief Accountant, that she was supposed to be assisting. She was still unsure about the creature that dwelled above her in the shadows. Jenn had never even seen its full body, just its tentacles that came draping down to grasp a box, pull it up where papers would rustle sometimes it would throw files out casually and let the documents tumble to the grown haphazardly. Did this, this, thing even know what it was doing?

Her employer had assured her that Krecker was an excellent employee, though he had never gone as so far as to elaborate on what grounds Krecker excelled in. Annoying her was one of them, that she was sure Jen mused as she picked up another discarded file trying to put its contents back in roughly the same order they had been before.

It wasn’t as though Krecker hated her, she had never sensed any malicious intent from it, whatever it was. Though as creatures went, it was nearly impossible to understand, even after being here two weeks she couldn’t begin to guess what Krecker did in its spare time, or what it wanted. When she had asked her employer about it, he had just shrugged and informed her that Krecker had just moved in one day, and he had assigned it the task of Chief Accountant to keep it busy. When she had asked why the need to keep Krecker occupied he had curtly dismissed her. ‘Never you mind that.’

And shortly there after she had found her sleeping quarters re-assigned to the accounting department.

It wasn’t that she minded, heck, it was a far step up from what she had been enduring before her, Reassignment, as her employer put it. Though he made it clear that such topics were taboo to outsiders. ‘The less mammals know, the safer you will be.’ He had told her when she had questioned his decision. ‘Not all cultures are as open or as accepting, you of all people should know that.’

That she could not argue and as she lay back on her cot, this was a much safer environment to be in though she found the quiet to be unnerving at first. Even now it was still alien to her, just like the world around her and no amount of comforting words could change that.

Krecker wasn’t much help either. It seemed that every time she started to get things in order Krecker would change them around in the middle of the night, shuffle files, rearrange boxes, making the subbasement a literal labyrinth that changed on a daily basis. Jenn waking one morning to find several of the tax files she was working on missing had started screaming up at the ceiling, though Krecker was nowhere to be found. Again, later that week when she was about to finish up and leave, Krecker had decided to empty the entire contents of one of the filing boxes several yards above the ground. The resulting spray of documents had kept her late for hours, as she struggled to sort them out and put each file to right.

Then there were the odd habits her ‘Accounting Chief’ had developed, though she could not be sure she had only stumbled upon the nest of books and cluttered magazines once when trying to find a file called Dead Sea Scrolls Account. That the material stood so contrary to anything financial related was nothing compared to the shock she had gotten when she examined the subject of the material. Determined not to be caught she had quickly left that area as to avoid embarrassment, though in later diggings she was never able to find it again.

It was only after her first week that she had begun to get suspiciously nervous, as Krecker’s tentacles seemed to spend progressively more time around her. Not that they did anything, sometimes they just sorted the files in a box, other times it would even help her find a document that she had been looking for. She had even started talking to Krecker, though it never spoke back, or gave much indication that it understood what she was saying.

Then things changed. It was probably stress related, the end of the financial year was closing in and the need to get a small library of tax paperwork in order was keeping her so busy she had almost forgotten what daylight looked like. Her shoulders were stiff, her back sore, and she felt like someone had taken sandpaper to her eye. Falling face first on her cot she had hoped to get three hours of sleep in before continuing the battle, only, to her shock to have someone touch her. It was so light at first that she though she had imagined it, and only when she spared a glace up to see one of Krecker’s tentacles stretching down over her. Her first instinct was to panic, but at that thought the appendage withdrew, and, and, then it came to her, as though a thought carried on a moth’s wings, soothing her, urging her to relax, to lay back, of safety, comfort. Determined she was going mad, Jenn had done so.

And Krecker was upon her, very genteelly she felt the tendrils moving over her, probing at her shoulders, her back, then begin to work in small circles beginning to apply pleasure as they rotated. It was the most amazing feeling in the world and in that moment she forgave Krecker all the grief it had caused her, so long as it would not stop massaging her back.

Somewhere she had lost track of time, as it was not just Krecker’s tentacles that were working on her, she could sense, though as if seeing through deep water, another, presence, reaching out caressing her mind. It too was not of this world, and somehow that though was, soothing.

Drifting, drifting, Jen let her mind float on a sea of warmth, the tentacles from above sensing out her sore and knotted muscles and working them into bliss. Hard at first to loosen the knots, pressure, a sharp pain as Krecker would push on her, then slowly ease away into nothingness as it worked the surrounding tissue.

Jenn could not recall when Krecker had finished, leaving her alone in the dark, though in its absence something else crept in. Loneliness. Eyes still closed, her body feeling so relaxed that it would be a crime to move, she lay, thinking about the tentacle, thing that lived above her. What did Krecker eat, did it sleep, was Krecker a man or a women? The last though gave her pause, as for a second she had found herself remembering the nest of books she had stumbled across, the though causing blood to rush to her cheeks.

Still, what would it be like?

The thought lingered, given birth by her relaxed mind. It must have been the massage, that and she was tired, that was it. After all such a – no it was impossible, wasn’t it? Almost as though her mind was sliding down a slippery slope she found herself wondering. Would it be unpleasant? Acceptable? Then again, who would know, except her, and Krecker.

…

Waking what she presumed was the next day Jenn glanced at her chrono, froze, and jerked out of bed. Her muscles spasmed, protested, and she fell undignified to the floor with a yelp. Before she could protest, strong arms reached down and pulled her up, no, not arms. Tentacles.

‘Err…T-Thank you.’ She stammered, as one of the tendrils brushed off her front. ‘I – I…’

The thoughts of what those tentacles could do came back, lingered longer than they should, and again Jenn found it hard to keep the color out of her cheeks.

‘I – I should really get back to work!’ Without looking she hurried off, still wearing her rumpled clothes from the night before. Just a little space, some time to clear her head, that is what she needed. Though, as the day worked on she found it harder and harder to focus on the numbers before her. Fantasies, little day dreams kept cropping up in her head, and to her shock little pangs began to tickle her in places she had not though of in years. Scrunching her legs together, she bit down hard on her lip, focusing on the pain as she had done before to drive these thoughts away. Though, she could not help but glance around from time to time, trying to catch a glimpse of the tentacle monster that inhabited the room with her.

Finishing most of the 2017 statements she slipped her arms under the stack of boxes, her legs giving a little spasm up her spine as she did so. It was just a massage, that was all! She told herself, that and it, it had felt wonderful, and with it the thoughts returned, creeping back into her mind in sly visions. Whispered desires that she had only dared to dream about in her old life. Hidden passions she had not lived in fear of being discovered. Her sharp teeth found her lower lip again and she bit down hard.

Stop it! She chided herself, your only making it worse.

Hefting the boxes she began to carry them to the stairs, maybe some fresh air would help clear her head. Some air, and maybe some…

A sudden pressure on her back side nearly caused her to drop her file boxes. Whirling her head around she could see one of Krecker’s tentacles had wrapped itself around her tail, and was giving it a tug. Face burning scarlet, Jenn fumbled for words, ‘K-Krecker!’ she managed, her mind swimming, she bit her lip. ‘Krekcer…’

Then she saw them, several more tentacles dropping from above, not advancing, but making themselves present. Her heart raced, her mind was going blank. The boxes she had been holding tumbled to the ground, and then they were on her.

Description
You’ve heard of the urban expression ‘Pull my hair.’? This is why one must be very careful about day dreaming around quasi telepathic tentacle monsters that dwell in accounting, as they tend to make those fantasies a reality. Time line wise, this takes place about a week after she got the accounting job and is still getting used to Krecker. And Krecker is still trying to get used to her.
…

Jenn had just gathered the last box of the 2017 case file documents, she still couldn’t understand how or why her new employer had so many boxes of financial statements. Had he not heard of electronic filing, even the flimsy plasts with their ruins were easier to decipher than the small print combined with her employer’s tiny scrawl.

How he had ever managed to keep anything organized was beyond her. And then there was the ‘Help’ he had hired, or as he had put it, his Chief Accountant, that she was supposed to be assisting. She was still unsure about the creature that dwelled above her in the shadows. Jenn had never even seen its full body, just its tentacles that came draping down to grasp a box, pull it up where papers would rustle sometimes it would throw files out casually and let the documents tumble to the grown haphazardly. Did this, this, thing even know what it was doing?

Her employer had assured her that Krecker was an excellent employee, though he had never gone as so far as to elaborate on what grounds Krecker excelled in. Annoying her was one of them, that she was sure Jen mused as she picked up another discarded file trying to put its contents back in roughly the same order they had been before.

It wasn’t as though Krecker hated her, she had never sensed any malicious intent from it, whatever it was. Though as creatures went, it was nearly impossible to understand, even after being here two weeks she couldn’t begin to guess what Krecker did in its spare time, or what it wanted. When she had asked her employer about it, he had just shrugged and informed her that Krecker had just moved in one day, and he had assigned it the task of Chief Accountant to keep it busy. When she had asked why the need to keep Krecker occupied he had curtly dismissed her. ‘Never you mind that.’

And shortly there after she had found her sleeping quarters re-assigned to the accounting department.

It wasn’t that she minded, heck, it was a far step up from what she had been enduring before her, Reassignment, as her employer put it. Though he made it clear that such topics were taboo to outsiders. ‘The less mammals know, the safer you will be.’ He had told her when she had questioned his decision. ‘Not all cultures are as open or as accepting, you of all people should know that.’

That she could not argue and as she lay back on her cot, this was a much safer environment to be in though she found the quiet to be unnerving at first. Even now it was still alien to her, just like the world around her and no amount of comforting words could change that.

Krecker wasn’t much help either. It seemed that every time she started to get things in order Krecker would change them around in the middle of the night, shuffle files, rearrange boxes, making the subbasement a literal labyrinth that changed on a daily basis. Jenn waking one morning to find several of the tax files she was working on missing had started screaming up at the ceiling, though Krecker was nowhere to be found. Again, later that week when she was about to finish up and leave, Krecker had decided to empty the entire contents of one of the filing boxes several yards above the ground. The resulting spray of documents had kept her late for hours, as she struggled to sort them out and put each file to right.

Then there were the odd habits her ‘Accounting Chief’ had developed, though she could not be sure she had only stumbled upon the nest of books and cluttered magazines once when trying to find a file called Dead Sea Scrolls Account. That the material stood so contrary to anything financial related was nothing compared to the shock she had gotten when she examined the subject of the material. Determined not to be caught she had quickly left that area as to avoid embarrassment, though in later diggings she was never able to find it again.

It was only after her first week that she had begun to get suspiciously nervous, as Krecker’s tentacles seemed to spend progressively more time around her. Not that they did anything, sometimes they just sorted the files in a box, other times it would even help her find a document that she had been looking for. She had even started talking to Krecker, though it never spoke back, or gave much indication that it understood what she was saying.

Then things changed. It was probably stress related, the end of the financial year was closing in and the need to get a small library of tax paperwork in order was keeping her so busy she had almost forgotten what daylight looked like. Her shoulders were stiff, her back sore, and she felt like someone had taken sandpaper to her eye. Falling face first on her cot she had hoped to get three hours of sleep in before continuing the battle, only, to her shock to have someone touch her. It was so light at first that she though she had imagined it, and only when she spared a glace up to see one of Krecker’s tentacles stretching down over her. Her first instinct was to panic, but at that thought the appendage withdrew, and, and, then it came to her, as though a thought carried on a moth’s wings, soothing her, urging her to relax, to lay back, of safety, comfort. Determined she was going mad, Jenn had done so.

And Krecker was upon her, very genteelly she felt the tendrils moving over her, probing at her shoulders, her back, then begin to work in small circles beginning to apply pleasure as they rotated. It was the most amazing feeling in the world and in that moment she forgave Krecker all the grief it had caused her, so long as it would not stop massaging her back.

Somewhere she had lost track of time, as it was not just Krecker’s tentacles that were working on her, she could sense, though as if seeing through deep water, another, presence, reaching out caressing her mind. It too was not of this world, and somehow that though was, soothing.

Drifting, drifting, Jen let her mind float on a sea of warmth, the tentacles from above sensing out her sore and knotted muscles and working them into bliss. Hard at first to loosen the knots, pressure, a sharp pain as Krecker would push on her, then slowly ease away into nothingness as it worked the surrounding tissue.

Jenn could not recall when Krecker had finished, leaving her alone in the dark, though in its absence something else crept in. Loneliness. Eyes still closed, her body feeling so relaxed that it would be a crime to move, she lay, thinking about the tentacle, thing that lived above her. What did Krecker eat, did it sleep, was Krecker a man or a women? The last though gave her pause, as for a second she had found herself remembering the nest of books she had stumbled across, the though causing blood to rush to her cheeks.

Still, what would it be like?

The thought lingered, given birth by her relaxed mind. It must have been the massage, that and she was tired, that was it. After all such a – no it was impossible, wasn’t it? Almost as though her mind was sliding down a slippery slope she found herself wondering. Would it be unpleasant? Acceptable? Then again, who would know, except her, and Krecker.

…

Waking what she presumed was the next day Jenn glanced at her chrono, froze, and jerked out of bed. Her muscles spasmed, protested, and she fell undignified to the floor with a yelp. Before she could protest, strong arms reached down and pulled her up, no, not arms. Tentacles.

‘Err…T-Thank you.’ She stammered, as one of the tendrils brushed off her front. ‘I – I…’

The thoughts of what those tentacles could do came back, lingered longer than they should, and again Jenn found it hard to keep the color out of her cheeks.

‘I – I should really get back to work!’ Without looking she hurried off, still wearing her rumpled clothes from the night before. Just a little space, some time to clear her head, that is what she needed. Though, as the day worked on she found it harder and harder to focus on the numbers before her. Fantasies, little day dreams kept cropping up in her head, and to her shock little pangs began to tickle her in places she had not though of in years. Scrunching her legs together, she bit down hard on her lip, focusing on the pain as she had done before to drive these thoughts away. Though, she could not help but glance around from time to time, trying to catch a glimpse of the tentacle monster that inhabited the room with her.

Finishing most of the 2017 statements she slipped her arms under the stack of boxes, her legs giving a little spasm up her spine as she did so. It was just a massage, that was all! She told herself, that and it, it had felt wonderful, and with it the thoughts returned, creeping back into her mind in sly visions. Whispered desires that she had only dared to dream about in her old life. Hidden passions she had not lived in fear of being discovered. Her sharp teeth found her lower lip again and she bit down hard.

Stop it! She chided herself, your only making it worse.

Hefting the boxes she began to carry them to the stairs, maybe some fresh air would help clear her head. Some air, and maybe some…

A sudden pressure on her back side nearly caused her to drop her file boxes. Whirling her head around she could see one of Krecker’s tentacles had wrapped itself around her tail, and was giving it a tug. Face burning scarlet, Jenn fumbled for words, ‘K-Krecker!’ she managed, her mind swimming, she bit her lip. ‘Krekcer…’

Then she saw them, several more tentacles dropping from above, not advancing, but making themselves present. Her heart raced, her mind was going blank. The boxes she had been holding tumbled to the ground, and then they were on her.