'And It Was All Okay Because of Tentacles' by The Egg Party

It is pretty rough. I gave up on much of the editing because I was getting sick of reading information on tentacle porn. It was just too much.
This could be the sequel to The Space Jerk. But who knows. It would then be the second story within the NASA erotica compilation. It is strong enough to be second? As it stands now the answer is: Nope.
This story has aliens and Japan and all sorts of things. 
I put the post up before I was finished so that I have a March submission. I really do want to do one a month for the year. 
Anyway I don't have to explain myself to you. I have no idea who you are. What are those view statistics? Am I writing stories for robots? I extend a word of greeting,my automated friend. 
I made the submission land on March 31st by changing the date setting of the website to Thailand time. It is the year 2560 on the website. All times, every time, In the future!

-The Egg Party

'And It was All Okay Because of Tentacles.'


by The Egg Party


A blob of fluid hit the front window before streaking round the left side of the craft. The cleaning systems activated as the liquid was swept into a waste reservoir. It was a strange occurrence, finding a rogue wet patch in the space desert they were travelling through. Especially fluid that was so viscous and cloudy.
The thought was immediately disregarded when it realised they were nearing Earth. By god that planet produced a heck of a lot of waste.
It was no surprise the galactic council recommended it. Use the genetic data before the planet collapses inwards. Closing down sale, distinct DNA to use to bolster a failing species.
The ship was travelling at speeds that were dangerous. The machine vibrated as it came hurtling through space. They were as close to the speed of light as their passengers could manage while remaining alive. This shuttle was flying straight for the milky way, to a collection of islands on the planet Earth, the Japanese archipelago.
Bad news had already come to greet them on their journey. They had received word that a message had been transmitted outside of the isolated Japanese breeding ground. They had put the collection of islands into a type of quarantine.
Specifically the Kyoto region near the town of Otsu. A community of friends awaited them there. The passengers were restless and were anxious to arrive. They would have to pick up new passengers from all over Japan but this spot was the starting location, with a centralised population of the chosen. Shields would be created around the area to isolate the country but they had failed in some way.
Now the rest of the planet knew of an insider perspective from the area and they might be well aware of the their arrival. What the message contained was unknown so for the time being all it represented was a threat to their plan.
A prehensile tentacle gripped the remaining sushi stick. The ship had been floating away from the home world for around 400 years. This would be the last morsel of organically grown food. The remaining supply would come from the re-synthesised waste. Any new ship growth was bereft of nutrient.
The alien was the only one of the remaining population to be awake. Each of them would have to do roughly 20 Earth years each to make the journey. Each would get a turn, waiting, alone, in the spaceship, waiting to avoid potential disaster. It was excited because the part of the journey where the watch feel was that of arrival, it got to see the few planet appear on the horizon. So it waited patiently in the front seat of the spaceship. There could be nothing done about the message. 
They were relying on a particularly unpredictable group of aliens for the survival of their species. Many objections had been raised regarding the plan but the galactic council saw no other way. They had but one choice, like many other species before them, go to Earth to repopulate their race using excess human code.


                                                                                                     ....MEANWHILE ON EARTH 

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(This is the message the alien is worried about, the only communication from Japan in the last year. It was a broadcast across all the major new outlets of Earth. The message is titled 'An Insider Perspective of the Japanese Exclusion Zone, the Closed Door'. A picture is displayed on the screen as a narrator, Rinko Tokugawa talks in the background.)

Greetings Earth. This is Rinko Tokugawa, recording from inside the Japanese Exclusionary Zone. I have managed to breach the blockage and I will state emphatically: this situation is not of Japanese design. There are aliens.
Before I explain the huge news that there are extraterrestrials alive on Earth, I plan to push ‘my agenda’ forward.
The image on the screen now is a painting from Pablo Picasso. I plan use a socially acceptable and loved(mostly) figure to ease you into this concept. I am going to talk on a topic which is not well received by others. It usually makes people - at least anyone I have ever attempted to talk to - quite uncomfortable.
The painting is an untitled piece, done by Pablo Picasso in 1903. I was a piece that was inspired by the work of Katsushika Hokusai. That image will come later in the presentation.
The topic of both images is Shokushu Goukan or tentacle porn. It is not a new concept. It encompassed any type of sexaul relation between a human and any sort of tentacle. It is popularly associated with the more extreme western concept of  tentacle rape. Most consider little scope within this particular fetish. The idea of consensual tentacle erotica remains one that cannot be brought up at dinner parties.
Traditional shunga, or wood carvings, show early instances of sea creatures and humans, often with expressions of mutual enjoyment. Early pictures date back from the early eighteen hundreds but stories, passed down through families, have existed much longer. 
Most pornography has an overwhelming level of unnecessary female subjugation. Tentacle porn is not different. I have been drawing my own gender-non-specific tentacle porn since a young age. One of my artistic dreams is to alter the current tentacle paradigm.
I was raised in an international school outside of Tokyo. I have spent the majority of my life in Japan. But my mother is European and so I am part foreigner. I can never truly be Japanese. Even though I am born in Japan, the combination of my parents means I remain an outsider. Even though I contain the blood of the Fujiwara clan. Ancient and powerful lineage. 
It does not matter because I concept of community and inclusiveness. I still love my life here and how I live it is on my own terms. The events of the past year has only strengthened this feeling of self awareness, mixed with a strong sense of validation. Aliens are here and it is not the first time. They wanted some of us to love tentacles.
I wish to tell you a story. I have had to live in the shame and humiliation of my sexual proclivities and now, with this attention, I want the chance to humanise my tale. If you listen till then end I will provide an explanation of why no communication has come out of the Japanese archipelago for, now, eleven months and ten days.


(The image on the screen switches as the narrator continues to talk, recounting the tale.)

The Dream of the Fisherwoman


This image, The Dream of the Fisherwoman, was painted in 1814. This is the story behind the piece.

Around the 6th century in Japan, a sea battle occurred only the East coast near what is now the Kantō region. Two neighbouring clans had a dispute over borders and a fierce sea battle led to the sinking of several ships.
One of the ships belonging to the Fujiwara clan was carrying a famous pearl, known to be one the tidal jewels. There were only two of known jewels in existence, Kanju Shima, the tide-ebbing jewel and Manju Shima, the tide-flowing jewel. One, Kanju, went down with the ship where it was reclaimed by the sea dragon god, Ryūjin.
The tidal jewels were known for their immense power. The jewels were used by the Empress Jingō to successfully invade Korea. The ownership of the jewels often shifted when unfortunate events would regularly plague any of the long term jewel possessors.
Bad fortune visited the Fujiwara clan post the loss and as a result the clan slipped in standing. They slowly began failing, no longer the most powerful seafaring clan. The control of the ocean was lost. In a desperate bid, the family sent the last of their line, Fujiwara no Fuhito, to reclaim the jewel. It was hoped that they could simultaneously save the jewel, their prestige and the lost honour.
Fuhito found the site of the ship wreckage but could not find the jewel. After money was exchange with the local fishermen, they dived deep, to search the ship. The jewel was missing. Dejected, Fuhito, wandered the coast. He delayed the return to his family, not wanting to tell of his failure.
An ammu, which was the local name for the deep sea deep sea clam divers of the region, saw his dejected figure walking the coast and beckoned him to her. This particular ammu had the name Ammu because her beauty was so famed within in the fishing villages. The other ammus called her the name out of a strange reverence.
She enchanted him, and in time he grew to love her. As he slowly got to know her, he revealed his past, of how he had failed as a man and was not worthy of her time. When he explained the full tale of the Tokugawa clan she became determined to help him.
As it so happen, she, like many others in the region, had heard the tale of the sea battle; the conflict between the Fujiwara clan and the Tokugawa clan. It was said that both sides were eradicated.
However she told him something which he had not heard before: the local sea dwellers watched as the great sea dragon, Ryūjin, revealed himself to the onlookers, showing them that he had claimed the jewel. It was rightfully his in the first place.
Growing excited, the fool asked Ammu how he might find this dragon. She explained that Ryūjin lives deep in the ocean, in the undersea palace of Ryūgū-jō, far beyond his reach.
Before he was able to despair she silenced him.
She explained that she said he was lost. On the otherhand, she could reach what he seeked. Before she helped she requested three concessions:

1. I wish to be your wife.
2. I will go once you have given me two children.
3. You will fight and protect the rights of the people within this region, my home, with your clans power and influence. You must wield the power with measure, she commanded.

He sent news home and, though angry with the delay, his family were happy with the progress and his decisions. He did not tell them of the marriage, only that the task was hard but he was on the right path.
Together Fuhito and Ammu spoke to experts in the area. Daemonologists, monks, sailors, warriors, wise men.
They found the palace of Ryūgū-jō by chance when an older retired ammu who lived a few villages away told them of how she had dived the seas with increasing arrogance. Plumbing the depths of the ocean, she once reached far enough to see the kingdom of the sea dragon. She told them of how she was lucky to return alive. She had dived too far for greed. She warned them of the danger to no avail.
Ammu set off on her dive, saying goodbye to her family. She kissed her husband and her two suns, who were all to wait in a boat on the surface. She swam down, through freezing water, and she finally did reach the lair of Ryūjin. Due to her beauty she was invited into the kingdom. They looked at her like as curious specemin and asked her to perform. The song she sung to the palace room was so peaceful it sent the crowd to sleep, her beautiful voice modulated under the water.
She stole the tidal jewel as they slept and fled to the surface. Two octopuses outside the camber, unaffected by her charms, pursued  Ammu. As she swam, she cut a deep gash above her breast and stored the pearl inside her body. It left her hands free to paddle towards escape.
How this chase went is debated. The mystery of Ammu was faithfully kept by Fuhito. His sons were too young to understand and they would never find out the truth. Katsushika draws the figure of Ammu in a wild embrace with the octopuses(Not octopi for the listeners at home. The word is Greek). She is not in a rush. She is in the moment, filled with joy, as she grapples with the pursuers.
Others imagine it differently, explaining how Ammu did reach her family on the boat but the blood loss from the wound in her chest led to her death.
Other people say she lived. Whatever the case, the Fujiwara clan soon became the dominant force in the region, eventually ruling Japan under a false Emperor. 
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From the information I have been given, I can say without a doubt she lived. She had an encounter with the octopuses. But the truer story is much stranger than the fiction. 
Those creatures on that day were no t terrestrial. The octopuses were actually aliens. A race known to us know as the Eirions. They visited Earth to scout the place for future reproduction purposes. When they got to the planet they saw how unadvanced we were. The Japanese, at the time, were the most sophisticated and developed humans the aliens could find. 
So two Valas envoys landed in Japan and met a woman by the name of an Ammu. They got to know each other over along period of time. They would visit when she dived the oceans. The friendship turned into a communal, sexual relationship, each of the three loving the others as equally as possible. 
The pearl was actually small amount of genetic data that the aliens passed onto Ammu. To make the situation safe for her, she married Fuhito no Fujiwara. This marriage gave her babies legitimacy. Those two boys happen to be my distant kin. 
These genes seeded the love for tentacles and the Eirions and they are within me. It has been in all my ancestors, all the way back to Ammu. I love tentacles. They have cordoned off Japan find individuals like me, who love tentacles. This is the moment my family has been waiting for. 
My life, every moment I have lived, has been validated by the arrival of these aliens. When the Eirions were on there way, I was living on the International Space Station, working as an Astronaut. I was part of the Japanese contingent within NASA. Many complained about me being chosen, saying a true Japanese person should have gotten the place to go to space first.
Whatever the case, I do not want to talk about my space career. After I finished with NASA, around the time many began calling me insane, those detractors relished in my fall from grace. But I am not like the traditional Japanese in how I deal with honour. Failure is not death but a necessary part of progress.
While I was on the ISS I received private long range transmissions, and through multiple private conversations I learnt much about the Eirions. I was to be the envoy who would prepare for their arrival on Earth.
However, I have done something that I shouldn't have. Right now I am revealing the details of the plan. It will make no difference in the long run, they will still take me. They need as many of us as they can get. You have to remember we are doing a favour for them. So I have taken this liberty, in order to tell you all that aliens are real. I wish to inspire the planet to greater things. Know that there are aliens out there that are as strange as us.
The Eirions failed as a life form and they are here to survive. Humanity will eventually find it's own way towards destruction. In one way or another. I want to leave with the aliens before this happens. Ensuring at least some other life form survives in the universe.
In a week the barrier around Japan will fall. All the willing participants, those lovers of Shokushu Goukan and tentacle porn alike, who choose to help in the survival plan of the Eirions, will be taken with the aliens, back to their rejuvenated home world.
I will go with the Eirions, I am backing the right horse in this race. I extend an invitation to any human who wishes to come visit my soon-to-be new planet. I hear it is far away but it is worth the trip.


This is Rinko Tokugawa saying goodbye on behalf of all the tentacle lovers. See you in the future.


(Screen flicks back to a range of confused news presenters, caught unaware by the abrupt finishing of the message.)
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