When Kane spies a derelict spaceship ripe for the salvaging, he goes in cocky and alone. What he doesn't know is that there's a reason the ship was abandoned, and he's about to walk straight into it- but he might not walk back out. Warning: this 4400 word erotic short story contains explicit sex, tentacles, xenophilia, stuffing, bondage and more!Excerpt for adults only:“Oh my god,” he breathes, and he feels the blunt end of one of the things burrowing into the space between his boot and his pant leg. It feels as wet and warm as a tongue. He kicks at it, or at least he tries. “Get off of me! Get- fuck- let go!”The tentacle gives him a hard warning squeeze and doesn’t stop. Its slow exploration of his body inches higher and higher until Kane’s twisting in his bonds, bucking and kicking and accomplishing exactly nothing. He fights until he exhausts himself and then lies there gasping. The tentacles don’t budge, except for the one creeping up his thigh. It budges all it wants. Kane sucks in a breath and tries to squash his panic.“I said get off of me, you hideous excuse for- hrn!”A thick tentacle stuffs itself inside his mouth. It gags him neatly. He has a moment of blind terror before he realizes that it’s left him room to breathe, and he pants through his nose. The only noise he can make is an indignant muffled howl. He grinds his teeth down as hard as he can but the thing’s as resilient as rubber, and all he gets is a tongue coated in weird thick slime. It tastes bizarrely, overpoweringly sweet, like honey times ten. His mouth and nose clog with the smell and taste of it until it’s like there’s never been anything else.