John and Jane

The sun was rising slowly over the horizon. Jack had been sitting there for at least an hour, just waiting. His friend, Jane, had told him to meet her there a few days ago over the phone, without specifying a date or time. For some reason she thought he'd know when. "The place where we used to go." was what she said. He had just returned to his hometown, and it seemed like nothing was the same. The small farm community had started turning into a city. Supermarkets had invaded the town's center, followed quickly by smaller chain stores. It had been a few years, admittedly, but home was still home, and it still had some remnants of what it used to be. He had been missing his family, and his welcoming reception for him coming back was nothing short of crazy. Everyone in the town was there, well, every former resident. With the influx of citizens, it was hard to keep up, or so he had been told. Everyone except one. Jane. People hadn't seen her, and Jack was starting to think that he was really the last person to have any real contact with her.

The sun burst over the flat horizon beautifully. The "meeting tree" was on a small bump near their high school that they called a hill, for lack of a better description. The grass was overgrown, and there was just a meadow of grass and wildflowers as far as the eye could see. As much as the town had been built up, there was still a place where you could see nothing but uninterrupted nature in one direction. It was about 6:30 AM, and after the summer sun had made its way up past the horizon, Jack could tell a beautiful day was in the making. He looked across the fields of yellow, red, and white, a beautiful collection of vivid color. Behind him, the town was slowly starting to awaken. He was still close to the main road, and could hear cars starting up and traveling to and fro and he knew that his peaceful morning would still start up, and he would soon leave and go to his job, then return the next morning, waiting for Jane.

He looked at his watch, it was six forty-two now. He stood slowly, looking down the horizon one last time before turning his back to it and heading towards his car which was parked in the high-school's parking lot. He got in his car and started it up, staring ahead of him at the field of flowers, then back to the tree one last time. Nothing had changed, and it was still as peaceful as ever. He longed for Jane to be on the hill and for her to just lean up and pull her hair back behind her ears. He remembered back in high school, her gorgeous hair. It seemed like every week it was a different color and style, but it always seemed to shine like polished gold, and even when it wasn't blonde, you could still sometimes see the glimmer of her natural hair color bursting though. He and Jane had never officially dated, but he had always wanted to. They had grown up in such a small town, and everyone had always expected them to go together. The two junebugs, born in the same hospital on the same day, June 7th. "Heh... That's tomorrow." Jack thought to himself as he shifted the car out of park and started to pull out of the parking lot as teachers and students started making their way in.

Jack's day went by uneventfully. He didn't really have much to do, since he was just visiting, so he helped his father at his tool shop, but business hadn't been going as well since the big Sears moved into the neighborhood. No one cared much for custom made tools. Even if they were more reliable, they took time to make and it was much easier and cheaper to buy three brand name tools than to wait for one to be made. This was just the way his father was though. He didn't care for new things, and he was getting older. He had settled into this way of life, and he didn't expect anything more. Halfway through the day, Jack left the store and started heading back home. It was slow today, like every day, and he didn't feel like sticking around. Besides, it's not like anyone came in, and his father was just busy at work filling an order someone had placed.

On his way home, Jack saw the old flower shop and decided to stop in. Inside was a wrinkled old man, someone Jack was very familiar with. "Hey John." Jack said, with a smile and a halfhearted wave.

"Eh? Who's there." John responded, fumbling for his glasses.

"It's just me. Jack!" Jack said, smiling warmly. "I was wondering if you could hook me up with some flowers. I want to plant one down tomorrow."

"Ah, Jack, of course. Anything for my favorite worker." He said, with a wink. As John started deciding for Jack which flowers he was going to purchase (an old tradition of John's, who always told Jack he must be colorblind), he tried to strike up a conversation.

"Have you seen Jane around lately? I remember when you two were attatched at the hip," John said with a chuckle, "why I remember when I used to get my two workers for the price of one."

Jack frowned, and John knew not to ask. "Well, if you see Jane, tell her I said hi." John said, giving the flowers he selected to Jack.

"Will do." Jack said, putting a five on the counter and walking out of the store.

Jack sat in his car for a few minutes, looking at the flowers that John had selected for him. They hadn't finished blooming yet, but he could tell that they were going to burst soon into a beautiful purple. They were perfect for what he wanted them for. Tomorrow was the last day that Jack would be waiting by that tree. He couldn't wait forever, and he wanted Jane to know that he had tried. He hoped she would see the flowers and know that he had been there waiting for her. Jack returned home at about two o' clock, and shut himself in his room so he would not be disturbed. He took out a pen and paper and started writing letters. Love letters. Love letters for Jane.

The next morning came quickly, and Jack woke up with a start. In front of him was his final draft, his final love letter to his Jane. Piles of papers were stacked up in the garbage cans and on the floor. This wasn't a new project, he had been writing these for days. The night before, he had wrapped it up perfectly. He got everything he wanted to say down on paper, finally. He folded it up, put it into an envelope and sealed it with a wax seal. Here it was... everything he wanted to say in his hands. He took the flowers he purchased the day before off of the kitchen table and headed out the door. It was 4:22 AM, and the stars were still twinkling. The morning sun hadn't started fading them away yet, but before long, the sun would be up, and it would be another Jane-less day.

He grabbed a shovel from his garage and tossed it into his trunk, then carefully put the flower down in the passengers seat and started up the car. He drove slowly through his neighborhood, remembering things as he drove through his old neighborhood. Over at the park was where he and Jane used to swing together. The dance studio where Jane used to force Jack to take lessons with her. He couldn't help but smile as he passed by these places. The memories infecting his brain. They were stronger today then before. Then he believed it. He was going to see Jane today.

He pulled his car into the high-school parking lot, into the innermost corner, closest to the meeting tree. He got out of his car, taking the flower with him, then stood there for a second, making sure the sealed envelope was in his pocket. Then he went around to the trunk to get his shovel out of the trunk. He made his way up to the hill and looked across the horizon. He could point out the place where the sun was going to peek up first by now. He let out an audible sigh before driving the shovel into the ground. In a matter of minutes, he had the flower planted in front of the tree where he wanted it, then sat down, staring at the horizon with the shovel across his lap and the letter in both of his hands. And he waited.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Ten minutes.

Thirty minutes. It was five o' clock now.

Fifty minutes.

One hour and twenty minutes.

It was peaceful. The sun was going to be rising soon.

Suddenly, Jack felt something on his shoulder.

"What the f-" Jack started, before his mouth was covered by oozing black sludge, which pulled him backwards, his back getting wet with the black ooze as it seeped through his clothes. Jack struggled for a second, grasping at the ooze in an attempt to wretch it off, but it didn't seem to move, he just seemed to be able to move his hand right through it. He started struggling, and rolled to the side which freed him. He spit the ooze out of his mouth, and grabbed his shovel, before spinning around and swinging it. A giant black ooze was what met his shovel. The amorphous black ball of sludge didn't move, it just sat there as the shovel tore through it, unresponsive to it. The shovel passed through the other side, splashing some of the goop onto the ground to the side.

"What are you?" Jack said, stunned, holding the shovel in an aggressive pose. An eyeball slowly emerged from the disgusting pile of sludge, and a tentacle slowly reached out of it, towards Jack.

"What the actual fuck do you want?" He shouted, slapping the tentacle away with the flat side of his shovel. The tentacle splattered against the side of the shovel, splashing speckles of black goo on Jack. He quickly brushed it off, and jumped back, almost tumbling down the hill. He caught his balance, barely, but the ooze didn't make any moves to come closer. The eyeball moved down its body, looking down at the letter which had fallen to the ground and the flower that Jack had planted. It extended a tentacle to the flower. Just then, the sun popped its head up from over the horizon. It was a touchingly disturbing scene, Jack couldn't help but watch as the sun started rising as the ooze gently touched the flower, the oozing tentacle slowly wrapping around the flower. It seemed gentle, and it slid closer to the flower, as if it were about to smell it. It gently tilted the flowers head towards its body.

Jack watched, somewhat disgusted, and incredibly frightened, and took the creatures distraction as an opportunity to get the sludge off his body. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, then quickly took off his shirt, wiping as much of the sludge as he could off his back with his shirt. The creature was frozen, with the tentacle wrapped around the flower. Another tentacle reached for the letter which had fallen to the ground, slightly crumpled, but still sealed, and pulled it into its body. "Hey!" Jack shouted, not quite sure if he should attack the creature for the letter, or just let it go. It quickly disappeared into the blob, and Jack's mind was made up for him. For a few more seconds, the ooze didn't move.

Suddenly, the flower let out a barely audible, soft, crisp, snapping sound. Jack cringed, but then he remembered the way Jane was with flowers. She would do the same thing. He remembered she would go through the field and smell each individual flower for a minute before deciding if the flower was worthy enough to be killed in the name of love. Despite the flower not being bloomed yet, and the creature not appearing to have any nose to smell, the name escaped his mouth.

"Jane...?" he said, almost in a question.

The creatures eye slowly slid across its body, and it seemed to settle on Jack, though it was a little low, so it seemed to be staring at Jack's chest instead of his face. A few bubbles popped up out of the creature. Jack's posture relaxed as the tentacle that had snapped the flowers neck slowly extended the flower to Jack. Jack was about three meters away, but still, instead of moving closer, the creature just let its tentacle continue to come out of its body. The tentacle stopped an inch away from Jack's body, the flower starting to droop over. Jack stopped holding the shovel with both hands, and slowly reached for the flower. The sun was shining pretty brightly now, fully exposed over the horizon.

Jack noticed that the wax seal of the envelope had fallen out of the creature, which reminded him of another of Jane's habits, the reason he started sealing his envelopes in wax in the first place. She liked collecting the seals, she would always be so careful to take the wax seal off the envelope and keep it safe. Jack didn't understand it, but he thought that maybe... just -maybe- this... this creature was Jane. "Jane...?" he said again, slowly moving his free hand to take the flower from the tentacle. He took the flower gently into his hand, the tentacle reacting gently, sliding onto his arm, gently touching it. It felt like a massage chair as it gently moved along his forearm.

Jack smiled and took a step towards the blob, the gooey tentacle wrapping more and more around his arm. He took another step forward, and the tentacle started wrapping up around his arm, up to his shoulder. Slowly he took more and more steps, and with every step, the tentacle wrapped more and more around him. It wasn't a bad feeling, it tickled gently. A few more tentacles had started moving out of the ooze and started wrapping themselves around his other arm and one around his leg. They were all snaking around him, and he found himself more and more covered in the black goo. The ooze around his leg slowly pulled down on his pant leg, and pulled one of Jack's arms down to his pants. Jack blushed a little, now only a meter away from the creature, more tentacles slowly coming out of the creatures body.

"Ghrnrmrbmmbrm" It bubbled out, black foam falling to the ground. Jack unbuttoned his jeans and undid his belt-buckle. The creature's tentacles seemed to do the rest for him as Jack was slowly taken out of his clothes into the cold morning air. Jack blushed as his naked body was caressed softly by the tentacles. "Jane..." Jack said, now positive it was her. "I missed you... I love you." He said, with a smile on his face. The ooze stopped for a second.

"Ghrmrmmbmbmll?" it seemed to ask. The black tentacles resumed, gently rubbing his upper thigh, with another one working on his other leg, softly massaging all of his muscles. Jack blushed as one of his muscles started functioning a little bit better. He blushed as the eye of the ooze moved down to look at his cock as it slowly started hardening. He turned his head away, shamefully. A tentacle gently rubbed his cheek leaving a trail of slime on it, directing his face back to the ooze's main body. The tentacle which was rubbing his leg slowly slid up towards his now, fully erect, nine-inch cock. It slowly wrapped around it, and Jack couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

"Wait... is this really okay..?" Jack said to the blob.

The blob didn't respond, as it was just a blob, but a gray foam started seeping out from under it, bubbling onto Jack's feet. The tentacles were now all over Jack, wrapped around his arms, legs, and torso. Jack grunted in pleasure as the tentacle around his hard cock started rubbing slowly up and down his member.

"Ohh..." Jack said, closing his eyes to enjoy it. In his head, he imagined Jane as she once was. He felt himself get pulled closer to the main body mass of the creature, more of the tentacle wrapping itself around his cock, with every sliding movement, he couldn't help but let out a gasp of pleasure. "Oh god... Jane..." he said, as he took a step closer. He opened his eyes once more, and slid his hand into the creature.

"Ghrrmrblblblbllbmrmr" It said, its tentacles shivering as Jack slowly sloshed his arm around inside the monster, the gray foam, now a light blue color, leaking out and down the hill, not soaking into the ground. "You like that, Jane?" Jack said, moving his arm around inside the ooze quicker. The tentacle around his cock started rubbing it furiously, and Jack gasped with pleasure. "You won't get away with it that easily." Jack said, breaking his other arm out of the grasp of the tentacles and jamming it into the inside of the blob. The foam streaming from the bottom of the black blob turned a pale blue, almost to a white color immediately as it let out another incomprehensible combination of bubbles and puckering noises. It quickened its stroking on his cock. "You're a fucking monster now, aren't you?" Jack said, pulling his arms towards his shoulders like he was doing the macarana in an attempt to move the blob closer. Realizing it wasn't moving anywhere, but the foam was still coming out, getting lighter by the second, he thrust his hips closer, pushing his cock inside the ooze, barely missing the eye of the thing.

It bubbled in pleasure, the foam it was excreting now a thick white substance past his feet. Jack wiggled his arms inside the monster, his cock feeling absolutely amazing, the tentacles pulling him in. Every second was pure ecstasy as Jack felt himself starting to cum. He wiggled his arms around, the creatures foam now coming out in an even greater stream, the foam starting to rest in a growing puddle at the bottom of the hill. "OHHHH... JANEEE!!!!" Jack shouted, cumming more than he had ever cum before. "I LOVE YOU!!!" He screamed.

Up to his neck inside the blob, he let himself go, and he could feel it all around him, he inside the monster. He turned his head to look at the field of flowers, and his eyes went wide. Watching in absolute horror at the bottom of the hill was Jane, who, when Jack made eye contact with, screamed in terror. Jack started struggling, and the blob slowly pulled him in, gurgling in delight. Jack struggled to escape, faintly hearing the screams of Jane. He moved his arms as far out as he could, feeling fresh air on his arm, but they were quickly pulled back in by the tentacles. As he struggled, he could feel the foamy bottom, and he couldn't hold his breath anymore. He let his mouth open, and that was his last mistake as his mouth was filled with black goo, drowning him.